sex, secrets & seductions of an ambitious poet

In the beginning it all starts how it ends out. Gambling, huh.. what a dirty definition for laundering for money. There's a thin line between lust and love when you have to make a living. First comes lust, then comes money, cause love don't pay the bills, here's an empty carriage with no baby in it. I made a bold choice to step outside of my matrimonio home when my husband decided to abandon me for his fucking career.

I wanted a baby and since my husband was ignoring my needs. I got it from some place else. I was fucking his best friend which was also my friend and my best friends husband. The lies, the secret scandals, started to become a bit much I just couldn't hide it anymore. I wanted to come clean and be done with it but.. I couldn't tell him the truth. Show business was no longer show business in Vegas if you know what I mean? There's no loyalty amongst the disloyal. Nigga's have no limits or boundaries when it comes to respecting the street code. I became an escort and the money was starting to look appealing to me.

Let's just say! a secret doesn't stay a secret even Victoria knows that. Lol.. I had friends and family members talking behind my back about what I did. Where I worked was a rhody business and you could get sucked into the lifestyle real fast. But the shit was putting racks in my purse. Men worship the ground I walk on. If being this fine was a crime I would've been arrested a lot sooner. That passion, that charm, that cockiness in me. Yeah... That was Des! A bad ass boss bitch not to be confused with a down played bitch. I was a dime piece every time men saw me, their women would get intimidated.

I sparkled like a shiny ass jewel that lit up the room. When I walked through I always made sure I was the center of attention I was known to make an entrance. Jealousy played a huge impact on the way I drove a woman's nigga crazy. The frost around my wrist cost more than a bitches shoes on her feet. I had their nigga's buying me shit and spoiling me. Who was I to complain about a muthafucka paying my bills? Stay tuned this just ended! Don't blame me, if your man can't stay home and out of the strip clubs and off the streets. I'd get a nigga to look my way, with my full voluptuous body, my big brown eyes, that soft sweet innocent voice that got them hooked every time. A bitch didn't have to break a sweat too hard for a nigga's attention. Hell! I mean could you blame them? They couldn't resist the game that I was putting on them.

All the men would stop and stare at me like cars that stopped at a red light. Half the time when I gave them the green light a nigga didn't know how to act. Every now and then when a few bitches saw me. They would roll their eyes and whisper to each other. I always kept my biscuit on me. Just in case bitches got any bright ideas. Them bitches didn't want no smoke. I was a selfish, heartless, back stabbing bitch that didn't give a fuck about nobody but (Desiree). I would steal my own mama's man if she left him with me in the same room long enough. How could I? Hoes gotta make a living too.

When it comes to prostitutes, sluts, hoes whores there's no shame. Cause we gotta get it how it comes served up or microwaveable. In this business it's about competition more than money. I love to do this shit for show. I'll take a bitches man just coz I can. I was the type of bitch that could ruin a wet dream quick if you got on my bad side. A lot of bitches have a problem with me but I don't give a fuck Just as long as they know their place it's all goochie in the hood. I call it like I see it a spade is a spade I was the bitch that held three Aces in the hole a jack of all trades. There's one thing about a dealer she, never reveals her secrets unless she has a winning hand under the table the house always takes all.

I came back for all that I lost in the process of giving my all to one Joker. Even though I was bluffing I folded with a royal flush. A dangerous bitch is a bitch that don't have shit to lose. That was me! I figured since I didn't have shit to lose I'd play a wreck less duce. A bitch like me, had the power to make the entire deck fall down like a house of cards. I had the mark of a Queen's tattoo seamily burned on me. I saw somebody that I feared more than I feared myself. That diseased ugliness was me! I saw what it was like to lose three pieces of me inside my three of hearts. Someone picked me apart like a lock one section at a time.

The life of a hustlers influential mind. I'm a prisoner in this life style of mine. life doesn't pay without crime. Don't do the crime if you can't afford to do the time. Time was never on my side to begin with because I grew up too fast and loose before I could realise that I was heading down a path to destruction. This pattern seemed all too familiar. When lessons we're learned I never looked back since then. They say you never get over your first love I moved on with my life. Ten years later I was trying to balance two careers. Lawyer by day and escort by night. Not any of my colleagues or my boss knew I was escorting. I definitely wanted to keep It under wraps. I knew this would jeopardize my position next year for senior partner. I couldn't have come any closer to where I wanted to be financially