A Pimp named Rachel. [SHORT STORY]

Ima pimp by blood not re-la-tion..


True… True… You right Jigga man! That’s exactly what she is; shoot her whole family.

Each family member had their own form of pimp tendencies:

  • Her dad was a disgraceful pimp, couldn’t keep the ladies at bay.
  • Her mom is not a pimp, she’s just a lovely Christian woman who’s got it like that; 50 year old with a 24 year old spending them dollas!
  • Her brother was a pimp because he was always in drama with a crew of girls: they all wanted a piece but pimpin ain’t easy.
  • Her sister was the responsible pimp, she started off a Don but gave up the pimp life for a partner and kids.

So yeah, pimpin ain’t easy but it’s in the blood. Now let’s get into our story: A Pimp named Rachel.

Or should I say a finesser name Rachel? After all, none of them pimped anyone out they just enjoy the easy moments that happen in life sometimes. Still cares and worries in the world but they accepted a lot more. Let’s get back to the story.

She was always made fun of because of things she didn’t have, where she lived, how her body looked, or who she knew; mentally draining. It got to her and as she sat on the floor of her room with the knife resting on her wrist, tears running down her face: she sighed and closed her eyes. A calm fell on her in that moment, then she heard her mom call her down for dinner…. So close yet so unsure. What was that calm just now? Whatever it was it saved her: whether it was the calm from knowing She’ll soon be free of all the bullshit or a gentle touch from the heavens telling her to hold on, It was needed. From that day forward everything changed.

She kept her pain quiet and focused only on proving one point: she was THEE fucking shit! So what did she do? She stopped caring. No, she didn’t gain confidence, she just decided that day that the opinions of other is something useless to her and from herein out she wouldn’t let them EVER get her back to that place. In came the attitude and the hard exterior shell, if you managed to get close be grateful. She stopped taking the blows and started dealing them; anyone who truly knows her knows she will cuss you out STINK! Rarely Apologizing.

He loved it. He liked aggressive women and he couldn’t get enough of the smell or taste. Of what you may ask? Use your imagination. He started as her mentor but ended up falling in love. He introduced her to the life: thugs, hoes, money, drugs, fights, stealing, and most importantly lying. Dearest mother thought she was safe at a friends house meanwhile she travelling on road with men and their weapons. Couldn’t get enough of the hood ones in that moment .

She entered the “movement” after one crazy ass night. She followed them on another road trip and they picked up a guy she’s never seen before. He introduced himself as stacks and he lived up to his name: always had stacks. What she would learn about stacks later is that he was the deadliest one in the group. The thing about hitting the road with men is that you always gain something by tagging along, whether it be: food, drinks, money, jokes, or life lessons you always gain something. That night she gained insight. Insight into a world that was beyond what she knew the world was capable of; so after seeing this guy gun butt a man in his head for his stack of money, she knew this life wasn’t for her. She always knew that she wouldn’t mind a few free things in her life, so instead of taking everything she learned that night she decided to take the most important part: the freebies.

No brute force but she was grabbing every free chance she could get. It went from guys simply paying for her meals to guys paying her bills; a true entrepreneur. During this time she added a new touch to her style by acquiring a second phone. One was for the important people and one was for the men. Anyone who she didn’t care for, who wasn’t as motivated into taking things further, or who she just met would receive the number of her flip phone. The IPhone was for those of importance. Now the trick was to always have both phones with you but the one you show to everyone depends on the situation. For example: out with your friends? iPhone. Out with a guy? Flip phone unless you like him. Going clubbing? Both but only use the iPhone for quick pictures and give the people who try to holla the flip phone number. This was how she started to live the “fast life.” She was out every weekend until all hours of the morning and she ALWAYS came back with numbers.

[Enter the Pimp]

Unfortunately for her, loved didn’t come easy. She tried for many years to find something real with a man but things were always either one-sided or strictly sexual; she had enough. Instead she decides to do whatever the hell she wants and with whomever she wants, so she turned into a savage. Talking to ten males at time, going on dinners, to the movies, go-karting, or simply on long drives with at least 6 of them while the other 4 simply took care of her Uber’s, her food, her weed, her drinks, or her hotel fees. Life was blissfully wonderful. For once she was the one who got to manipulate and use men instead of them constantly doing that to her. Finally she got to feel like the one in charge. No more settling and waiting for them to take her seriously, she stopped taking them seriously unless their pockets were fat. She started to show up on the block with different foreign cars. She started to stay out late and come home early in the morning after the night out on the town, lying to friends and family about her whereabouts. She was so comfortable that she wasn’t worried about her next meal, or how she was going to pay for her birthday, or if she had enough to cover this bill: it was all taking care of by her little helpers. Vain men who thought that they were running game when she was the creator. They thought they were winning because she did sometimes show them some appreciation for their hospitality but after all that time and money spent never seen the bedroom. Looking back they’d probably call her names and bash her character but she will just laugh. It’s too late to be ashamed of your actions, it’s already been done. You men fell into the grasp of a true pimp and didn’t realize you were getting pimped. Sad. You can’t play the creator of the game, that’s why she was always one step ahead of them. Backed out when the time was right.

She was a Pimp named Rachel and she is no one to mess with. Just when you think you the one who’s winning she shows you that you were always in last place. The power is in the women, that’s what men forgot to acknowledge and that is always their downfall. They dap up each other because they got the girl but couldn’t bare to hear the words of the encounter. Do you know most women are not reaching orgasms with you men? HA! Sad. How many of us have faked it? HA! Sad. She was a Pimp named Rachel and only she could end your contract with her. She’s seen gangsters turn into softies, she’s read the beggin and apologetic messages, she’s watched as they’ve asked for forgiveness by sending her money: she doesn’t need the clout of others. The type to receive seven new numbers in one night and have two already spending money but the third day. She grew tired of the life though, she finally wanted to try love again. Only things as usually didn’t go the way she wanted. Things as usual turned out to be either one-sided or strictly sexual. Going through the hurt and frustration again has made her rethink her life. She put down the pimp cane because she didn’t want to be an asshole anymore, she wanted to truly show someone special all the love she had inside, but y’all making her regret it. If she had stuck to her ways this pandemic wouldn’t be so hard on her. If she had stuck to her ways, she’d most likely be still a virgin. If she had stuck to her ways, she would have been the one playing rather than getting played. Instead she decided to give people the benefit of the doubt and give them a chance to step up. Boy did she fuck up….

Watch out for her, word around town is: she might be back!

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