Black Short Stories : Lady of the Night.

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  1. Dior Robynsonne

    Dior Robynsonne Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    On the corner of 5th and Mercantile, anyone passing along the way will be greeted with the sight of a dozen or more women all decked out in the most alluring and lascivious clothing ever. Many may make a face in disgust and continue driving, but there are some who pull over to solicit the favors these skilled women have to offer. This is a step inside the world of a woman known as the Lady of the Night.



    The air is too chilly and the light drizzle becomes annoying as h***.
    I'm walking down this street covered in a fake a** pink mink, this all black; extremely tight leather skirt set that clings to my every curve and comes just past my womanhood.

    Caramel colored stockings merge in with my skin tone making my shapely legs look sleek and even more appealing. The stiletto rise at a neck-breaking 6 inches and baby, I look good! My hair is dyed jet black to accentuate my caramel color and the hazel contacts I wear. I look GOOD!!!!

    But the question I ask myself as I take my stand right in front of Young's Grocery's, is do I feel good inside? How do I feel about myself? These questions swirl in my mental, and for a moment I almost began to feel bad about myself, but s***! I need to make money anyway I can and if this is the way I can do it then I’ll do it.

    Standing there underneath the awning, realizing that the thin a** mink is doing everything but keeping me warm; I hear someone calling my name.
    "Delilah! Girl where the h*** have you been? Lisa and Carlette both hit it big girl with this rich a** white man. And it turns out that he is some big shot that works at City Hall. Girl, Carlette said they were going to give that ******* the works tonight Whoooo!"

    Roshonne laughs wildly and I stand there looking at her and wondering how the f*** did we get to this stage of our lives? I mean, I've been selling the p**** for over four years now and from what I know of Roshonne, she's been doing for about eight. From what the other girls tell me, Roshonne was married and is the mother of three beautiful girls. Unfortunately the husband was and still is a top notch drug dealer who beat Roshonne badly and made her a** begin servicing up his top notch clientele when he owed money and stuff. From then on it was a downward descent and she eventually became addicted to LSD and soon decided that turning tricks was what she wanted to do.

    That n**** of hers put her a** out and took the children and relocated. I feel bad for those girls because I'm almost sure they'll end up following in their mothers footsteps at their daddy's guidance.

    "So you got a john lined up girl?" Roshonne breaks me out of my reverie.
    "No girl I'm just here waiting to see who comes..." I trail off and Ro rolls her eyes and clicks her tongue. "B****, you ain't foolin no one! In fact Delilah, I don't know why you even do this s***!" I look at Ro and see that for a moment she's serious and lost in thought. "I do this because I'm addicted and it aint s*** else I can do. I don't know where my children are or even if they are alive. So I gotta be out here doing this s*** and loosing myself on these drugs just to be able to not have to deal with the guilt."

    I stare at her and feel so d*** sorry for her. "Nah, girl this life aint never been for you D. You too d*** good for this and for us! Nah, this bulls*** aint for you at all." She shakes her head and walks away, shoulders slumped.

    I continue to stand under the awning and reflect. How did I get to this point in my life? Four years ago I was getting ready to get my s*** together and go to college for Pre-Med. I was at the top of my game and doing good. My parents were proud of me and things were good, but then I got involved with this smooth talking n**** who wined and dined my gullible a**. I ended up giving this b**** a** n**** the p**** and lo and behold this f***** gets me pregnant and leaves my a**.
    So imagine how I felt when I went to my parents with the news and they, or really my father, became furious and beat me literally within an inch of my life and then proceeded to tell me that I was no longer a daughter of his, but I was only a ho' and he put me out on the streets. You might ask where was my mother in all of this? Well my old lady, was so d*** subservient and had been that way since they were married. See, daddy beat her a** all the time and verbally abused her for so long until she was nothing more but a broken woman. She couldn't do anything and I realized that night that she wouldn't do anything even if she could. She was scared of my father.

    So I began my street career real early. I hooked up with Roshonne through a mutual friend who was stripping at this strip club called Kandy's Charm and I went there with my pregnant a** and began my stint as a stripper. S***! I was even better than that b**** Diamond from the Playa's Club movie. My stage name was Black Delilah . I did that for a few months until Widow, the owner thought it was his right to 'break' the new girls in. I resisted and of course he beat my a** and raped me, in the process; baby died from a miscarriage and I decided that stripping there wasn't for me. So I sunk one level lower and decided to join Roshonne and the rest of the girls and turn tricks.

    Four years later I'm here doing the same thing, but hating myself each and every day and each and every night.
    I break out of my thoughts, hearing Roshonne shouting my name. "Delilah! Girl get yo a** over here! I got a fine a** n**** that wants to meet you." I head over to the car and yes indeed this n**** is hella fine!! A dark chocolate n**** with perfect white teeth, muscles for days and all the usual sexy accessories that comes with a n**** like that. He smiles even wider when I lean into the window.
    "Whassup beautiful?" He says in this sexy a** baritone voice. Believe it or not but ya girl is instantly moist.
    I smile and nod. His expression alters and a smirk is present. "So whassup? What cha wanna get into tonight." I look at this n**** and ask him in my velvety voice. "What do you want to get into tonight?" He smiles wide and grabbing his growing d*** replies. "I was hoping to get into you." D***! I can feel my s*** gushing and at the same time this n**** makes me sick to my d*** stomach! Its always the same s***. Roshonne, who's been observing the exchange speaks up. "Baby, she wants to f*** with you if the pay is good! She's really too high class and s*** to say it." I shoot Ro a look saying 'F*** you!' and she smiles.

    "Yo, its all good then." Dark chocolate says. "So ma, you wanna do this? You wanna...umm take this ride, do you think you can handle this ride?" I glance down to see this n****'s d*** at its full length; a full 91/2 inches. Roshonne gaspes. "Ooooh papi thats a big a** d***! I'd love to rock that s***!" He smiles and strokes it a bit. "Nah," He says smoothly. "I want cha girl right there to handle up on this s***."
    Roshonne punches me roughly in my arm, pulling me a little ways back from the car, which just happens to be a 2004 Jaguar on 22's. "Girl this n**** is packing and ballin! Delilah work your s*** girl and get that money." I look at her and in myself I suddenly feel so tired of this monotonous s***. Something in my life has to change.

    I turn back toward the car remembering that the n*** in the car is also some prominent football player. He smiles and I turn around. Roshonne is still speaking. "B**** put away your boogie attitude and get that s*** popping! Get that money!"

    I glance back over my life up to this point and the tiredness persists. What the f*** am I doing to myself? This **** isn't for me. But what can I do? I don't have family or nothing to my name. These f***ed up clothes don't even belong to me. Oblivious to Roshonne's pleas and remonstrations I began to walk away from her and the n*** in the car. Nah, I can't do this I tell myself and though I don't know where I'm going I just walk; lost in my thoughts. Roshonne run's after me and violently throws me against the wall.
    "F*** off Ro, I just don't think I want to do this s*** anymore!" I scream.
    "B**** what the f*** will you do? Huhh? Huhh? What can you possibly do? There is nothing for you do!" She screams in my face. We stand there gazing at each other. The drizzling's started back up again. "Look D. I know what your going through, but girl you ain't got nothing or no one." She says putting her arms around me. I can't say a word. I just want to cry and cry.

    Ro leads me back and the dude is still waiting only this time he's standing outside of his car watching me and Ro. She looks at him and then turns to me. "D. just get over there and get that money. Babygirl look at it as just a job and a way to survive." I look at her shocked for a moment and reply.

    "But Ro, this s*** ain't no way to survive!"

    "Well when you find some other s*** that will help us survive then you tell me, until then get over there and do what you have to do to live!"

    D***! My mind is so full and I’m so weary, but what can I do. I dry what little tears fell and walk slowly toward the chocolate n***. "Yo, you alright shawty?" He asks, genuine concern in his voice. "Yes" I say in that strained and husky voice of mine. I want to cry so f***ing bad and just die!
    This n**** does something that shocks the hell out of me. He embraces me tightly. "Yo, this s*** will get right." He says rocking me in his strong arms against the smell of his Curve for men.

    He then escorts me to the car and returns to the drivers side. Ro is still standing there, this stricken expression on her face. She silently mouths the words, 'Girl do what you have to do.' and weakly smiles. He pulls away from the curb and we drive. Total silence reigns and we continue driving until he directs the car into the parking lot of a nice coffee house. He turns off the ignition and sits back in the car. Silence ensues.

    He finally looks at me and speaks. "Yo, listen up. I had every intention of gettin' me a piece of a**, but for some strange reason I get this feeling that you're different then some of the women I’ve f***ed around with. You got something..." He trails off and reaches in the backseat of the car. I'm shocked like h***.

    He pulls this long and expensive Cashmere trench coat from the back and hands it to me. "Put this on and take that mink off." I look into his dark brown eyes and he's smiling. I smile as I look down at the 'mink' and take it off, replacing it with the good feel of the cashmere. The s*** feels so good.

    Do you know how I spent my evening? Instead of it just being another night of getting the s*** banged out of me and then collecting the money and walking away feeling used and so f***ing dirty; I spent the entire evening in the company of this n**** drinking coffee and talking about my life and his and our dreams, hopes and experiences. His name is Anthony Johnson and he's an ex-football player for some prominent team. The n**** is exceedingly rich and lonely. We trade off information about each other and the s*** is kosher.

    I'm still dazed as f***. I just can't believe it. So in the end he decides that he wants me to come home with him, and of course I'm so wide open that I agree. We get to his condo and he gives me his bedroom and takes the couch. Say what? This n**** is truly a gentleman.
    As I lie down on the cool sheets of silk, having showered and feeling so d*** good, I can only look over tonight and the s*** I've been through for the last four years and tonight, and realize that someway, somehow I'm getting out of this lifestyle and doing good for myself!

    As I drift off into sleep. My last thought is of Anthony. And though I don't know what tomorrow may hold, I know that today...tonight has made a great impression on me and i'm going to make it somehow!

    The rain continues to fall gently as I drift into a deep and peaceful sleep for the first time in four years.

    Copyright 2004 Anno Domini/ "Earth's Wynne" Publishing
    ~Dior X. Robynsonne
     
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    wow nice tale spin story ......
    next time try not to add so many of these wordz
    that are on our banned list that are asteric out
     
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    this was def. a tyte story Dior. i like the happy ending. so many young girls n women have to resort to this lifestyle.there should b a pt. 2.please.lol. much love :)
     
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    Oh yeah!
    This is
    another
    Best seller!
    Part 2 please!
     
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    lol...man this is wrong, just leavin us hangin like this...
    :heart:
    -story
     
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    Dior Robynsonne Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I want to say that I am appreciative of all of the love. God bless. I'll see what I can do about doing pt. 2
     
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    likes ya story very nice
     
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    Dior Robynsonne Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Once again I thank you so much.
     
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    Dior...
    wow...you are obviously a gifted and skillful writer
    Great story line, imagery, movement of time and space
    love the way you would tie in conscious messages
    into the story as it moved along...and how you
    pull the reader into the changing scenes...
    setting the stage and building the emotion
    Excellent Read! :toast:
     
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