Slut's Alley
It was hard to believe that I had just turned twenty-six and I was miserable. I had been working my ass off all this time and then my girlfriend had the audacity to wake me up on my birthday asking me for money because she had a spending habit. If she wasn't buying something she didn't need at the store, she was buying some unnecessary shit online that she didn't ever use. She bought shit just be buying it and I reached the point of just saying fuck it and she didn't even tell me happy birthday.
Stupid ungrateful bitch.
It was only five thirty and I didn't even celebrate my birthday. The only thing that I ever do for my birthday is either work or just go to the strip club if I made time, but I wanted to do something different this year.
Maybe this year I'll try something a little bit more tattoo.
Since I was a younger black guy from the hood, finding someone you would think wouldn't be too hard. Being that I'm an introvert, me talking to females was just as easy as a blind person talking the road test to get a motorcycle license.
Not saying it's impossible, but just saying that it isn't easy.
I stood right at 5'5 and weighed around a hundred and twenty-five pounds. I wasn't ugly by any means, but at the same time I was still the runt of the liter of my family. My older brothers were over six foot jocks, and I was nowhere near six feet. I was the one that no one paid attention to unless they needed help with homework which kind of killed my self esteem and then they even told people I wasn't their brother and didn't even come to my high school or college graduation which put a huge damper on how I viewed them.
Sometimes to this day it still hurts.
I had a habit of buying things that I didn't need for other people who I thought needed it, but they didn't because before I knew it, they were gone in the blink of an eye.
I brushed my naturally wavy ringlets back that flowed well with my line up. I didn't wear any facial hair either because I just hated the way having hair felt on my face.
Thinking back on my life, I didn't miss out on too much. I had my own house and my own car and everything was up to date and paid off and most of my loved ones are falling on hard times and I won't give them the time of day.
Sometimes you have to prune the branches of relatives off your family tree before they pick you clean.
Since my girlfriend told me that she wasn't coming over unless I gave her some money, that meant two things. Either she was a gold digger or she was a whore and I didn't have room in my life for either one.
If I wanted a hooker, I would pay for one which sometimes seemed like a good idea since my girlfriend didn't want to give me any on my special day.
I wasn't doing anything today anyway except maybe jack myself to sleep and call it a day, so why not find someone to help me along with the process.
I drove away from my upscale neighborhood and cruised down the backroads where I used to grow up at. I was driving the same Suburban I had back when I was still in high school that I got for my seventeenth birthday which was still riding smoothly. The sound of some old school Wicked Wisdom played over the speakers while I was coasting at around fifteen miles per hour to see if I saw anyone trying to make any extra money.
I thought I'd get smart and turn off a side street that used to be called Slut's Alley because of all the whores that used to walk up and down this street and encourage men to pull over and bend them over on the side of the road.
It was something that wasn't out of the ordinary for me to see sometimes when I was walking home from the bus stop.
I looked up and saw a curvy black woman walking down the side street dressed pretty descent for a streetwalker. She looked to be around 5'8 and weighed around probably about 220 pounds even. She was dark skinned with some thick lips and had on a black wig that honestly looked good on her. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that did her body no mercy. She looked like she was about a 34 in the waist and probably about a 50 in the hips because that huge ass of hers was on point. She topped it off with a pair beige hooded blouse that her massive 38DD breasts filled out. She was wearing some tan boots that barely came to her knees and she was walking with a bit of seduction in her step as she got closer to my car.