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didn't know real pimping when it hit her in the face. She was down to her last dollar and had just messed up her last date. Her stupidity and need for weed had just caused her to be broke yet another day.
    “Please just give me $20,” Candy begged the young boy that she had just turned into a trick.
    “Nah Candy, I gave you more than enough money last week. And you was ducking and dodging me.”
    A smile crept across Candy’s face as she thought about the week prior when she’d had the young boy pay her upfront for three dates, when he’d only gotten a simple blow job from her.
    As she was slobbing on his knob, taking him to places that he thought he could never go, she’d talked him out of the money, promising him that he was good for two prepaid dates.
    Candy quickly wiped the smile off of her face. “I need to get me a room tonight,” she cooed with a sad puppy like expression painted on her face.
    Shaking his from head side to side, he just couldn't feel sorry for Candy. He figured that she knew she needed a place to stay so she should have spent her money wisely.
    Candy’s hand gripped the half-ounce bag of weed that he had just given her and neatly tucked it inside of her bra. Spreading her legs apart she ran her hands up under her skirt. “Please Daddy,” she moaned, biting her bottom look.
    He glanced at her. He was tempted but was not letting that temptation get the best of him. He hit the unlock button on his Nissan Maxima. “I gotta go, Candy. I’ll holla at you later,” he huffed.
    Getting the hint, Candy eased out of the car. “Better believe you'll never get a taste of Candy again!” She laughed and slammed the passenger door. Hitting the pavement, she walked up the stroll and stood at a nearby bus stop with no destination in plan whatsoever.
    Across the street Blaze had his eyes on Candy. Seeing her standing at the bus stop looking busted disgusted, and hopeless, he decided to spit some game at her. Walking up on her, he noticed how much potential she had. She carried herself like a cheap hoe. In his eyes he was looking at a goldmine. “Sell yourself short and this is where you'll end up at for the rest of your life. Ain't you tired of the should of's and the could of's yet?”
    Candy turned her nose up and was ready to curse him out until she noticed how handsome he was. “Why you sweating me?” Candy shot back at him.
    “Bitch, what you talking about? Get some pimping in your life. If you knew better you would do better.”
    “Boy, pimping? You tripping!” Candy began to laugh, “You ain't no pimp!”
    “I ain't tripping. Never slicking on my pimping, hoe. Become one of Blaze’s finest and you'll never be at the bus stop as long as you down for my crown,” Blaze mentioned, showcasing his pearly whites.
    It had only taken a few minutes of pimping on Candy for Blaze to have her in the back of his candy apple Cadillac.
    Now, in the midst of Candy’s distress, Dottie and Cinnamon stood in the doorway watching all the action going on. A smile was planted on Dottie’s cute little angelic face. She got a hot kick out of watching the ‘goodie two shoes’ Candy get in trouble.
    “That hoe been creeping niggas up in here for a hot minute now. We thought she was paying you, Daddy.” Cinnamon spoke, adding more salt to the open womb.
    Candy got up on her feet and rushed over to Cinnamon. Dottie jumped in front of Cinnamon, who was fun size standing at 4’8. People always underestimated Dottie. They thought that because she was little she was a scary female. They truly had her confused because she was far from scary and had a mean punch. Back in her hometown she was known for knocking men and females out.
    “You touch her and it’s on like popcorn up in here,” Dottie rolled her neck.
    Seeing that the boy was hanging onto his last breath, Blaze got up covered in blood.
    “Bitch, you done made me fuck up my Pradas. My fucking Armani suit is all fucked up. Hoe, you going to pay for this