The Sensual ABC's

                                                               Tryna Pimp on Amber

            We had been kickin' it for a minute up until this point. After the events of the past weekend his mind shifted about me. I called his phone one too many times for him not to have responded. His motives became clear, but curiousity kept me wanting more of him.  I stared in the mirror at my face. I got a kick out of making facial expressions while I entertained people over the phone. Hell, I just enjoy staring at my beauty.I reffered to myself as the sensual Amber, it fit. I smirked at his manipulating tongue. As he jabbered on about worthless conversation over the phone with me.

"my buddy pimpin'. He just brought a bitch back from Boston. He got a german bitch, and a Chicago bitch He got em' in strip clubs" I almost fell out of my chair in laughter. This dude never fails to amaze me. 

"So whats your fuckin' point?" I rolled my eye's at the mirror, batting my thick eyelashes as if he were in front of me.

"You use to strip, and if we want to flip these houses we need more income." He had a point. I did want to get deep into real estate. I did use to strip but that was the past for me. I'm just completing school, and my job at the restaurant paid my bills.

"Why would I go backwards and do something that I tried but didn't work for me." I smiled a devious smile as my words marinated in this nigga's ear.

"You could be making a lot of money Amber. I'm just sayin." I smirked and began rubbing my fingers through my jet black curls that dangled past my shoulders. 100% Nubian human hair. I only wore the best weave.

"Well, I'm sayin' hell no. I ain't gone be able to do it. Then you talkin' about pimpin'! Nigga you trippin'."

"Alright, it's coo I'll be there a little later."

"Bye" I hung up and brushed my hair with my gold wig brush. I couldn't believe the conversation that I just had with a man I loved deep down inside. This nigga's eye's alone mesmerized me. I played the hard roll with him but I really had a heart so fragile for his love, and I didn't want him to break it. Although, my heart feel's like its cracking each and every time we talk or see each other. Now he wants to pimp me.

I sat up and waited for him to come through, but he didn't. He didn't call, and he didn't answer when I called. I became angry. I had to meet him at the house at 10:00 am to finish painting the living room of a house we were putting on the market. I couldn't wait to blast on his ass. But when i pulled up to the house he wasn't there. I called his phone, and yet again he sent me to voicemail . I didn't even bother going inside the house. I never liked painting anyway. Driving off I went back to my spot and crawled back into my comfy bed. Five minutes into my sleep a knock abrubted it. I rolled over and got out of the bed.

"Who is it?"

"Me" I put my hands on my waist just above my boy shorts that hugged my plump ass just right.

"I don't know a Me." I was a little too short to stare through the peep hole, but I knew it was my fine ass man Julius.

"Open the fuckin' door and stop playin'!" I smiled at this little game I was playing. My baby made my pussy super wet. I got my composure together. I had to fake being mad. Deep down inside I was hype to see my nigga. I opened the door with a gritty face. Trying my best to pull off my mean girl act.

"Move yo ass out the way, you standin' in the doorway like you got some shit goin' on in the back." He brushed me to the side like I wasn't a threat at all. My mouth dropped, and my eyes nearly popped out of the sockets. I shut the door, and followed him with my arms crossed.

"What happened to you last night Julius".

"Don't keep questioning me. That gets on my fuckin' nerves. " He took off his brown leather coat in through it across my red suede couch. Grabbing the remote and sitting on the couch, he turned on the television and went straight to the sports channel.

"What the hell is your problem!" I stood in front of the t.v. to make a point.

"Bitch! If you don't move!" I stepped back feeling as if I had been hit by a ton of bricks.He ain't never called me a bitch before.

"Dig this lil'mama I'm pimpin'  so either you get down or do what you just did, and step back. This ain't no bullshit. I want you to be my bottom bitch lil'mama. You need to be on my team, because I love you, and you gone always be taken care of..." He continued to talk but his words fell on deaf ears. This nigga is really tryna pimp on the Sensual Amber...