Dhoxen and Siyana were hanging out when Dhox got a call. They had been dating for six months and really was digging each other. They had not had sex yet though. Dhox always wanted to wait.
Today Siyana would find out why.
I gotta make a run baby.
Where you going babe?
I gotta get this bag. I don't wanna say too much.
Can I go?
Damn why she ask me that?
Umm I don't think so baby.
Why not?
I don't want to get you caught up.
Why not? Imma convicted felon. I don't work and I'm from the streets. I have been a mule for a kingpin. I have sold guns and drugs. What are you doing so confidential?
How do I tell her that I don't just sell drugs, I sell dick. To wealthy oldheads. Old niggas! Fuck man!!
You not gonna want to fuck with me if you knew the truth.
You sure?
I'm pretty sure.
Let me go. I won't say shit. If I don't like what I see we break up today. I won't judge, I'll just leave.
I don't want you to leave, but if you find out any other way you may be gone anyway.
Okay. You can't say shit yo.
Okay baby it can't be that bad.
That's what you think.
They rode along in silence.
Dhox pulled up to a nice house in a quiet neighborhood.
They got out and went to the door.
A very good looking physically fit man answered.
Dhox how are you?
Im fine.
Yes you are. And who is this?
My apprentice. Just here for observation purposes. Do you mind?
No you know I have an exhibitionist fetish babe.
Siyana was quiet but confused. Why is he calling him babe? And an exhibitionist fetish? Fuck that got to do with what we doing here?
I have a room with a mirror that allow her to watch us without being seen hence eliminating the pressure. Do you want your apprentice to go in there?
Yes. Dhoxen was nervous and anxious.
Siyana just nodded and followed along.
They went upstairs and the oldhead named Eight let her in a small windowless room with a comfortable chair facing the mirror.
Do you need anything?
You got any gas?
Eight said like for a car? Dhoxen laughed and responded. Naw exotic weed yo.
Oh yes let me grab it. Eight always had shit on deck the young bulls liked. They pleased him physically and he took care of the rest.
How he found these guys was usually by copping from them. He figured if they were selling weed then they could more than likely use a financial boost. They were also motivated to be discreet. A lot of them had girlfriends also.
Eight needed discretion because he had a well paying job at an energy company. He was an Ivy league graduate and a COO. This was just his jumpoff pad. His real home was not too far from where Allen Iverson used to live. He was divorced and had 2 adult children. Most of Dhoxen's referrals came through him.
Old niggas with money had old friends with money.
Sometimes based on their needs Dhoxen set up his friends with Eight's friends for a sizable finders fee.
Nothing in life is free.
Eight returned with a bowl of some very pungent weed and a glass blunt and some backwoods.
There was a small fridge that Siyana didn't initially notice in the corner on the floor with cold beverages in it.
Would you like some X or some Molly?
No thank you.
Siyana was confused by the offer but like she agreed to do she remained silent.
Dhoxen walked over to her and kissed her on her forehead.
