How he began- As an escort

"Don't you give me that shit!" Lisa "Dollar" Cole says over her cellphone to her manager, while walking back and fourth in her luxurious condo that overlooks the city.

"I want a match with her next week!"

Lisa listens as her manager gives her some excuse about why she shouldn't.

"What! I don't fucking care she's having something with that Mistress of pain bitch. I want my match now!"

After a few seconds.

"Why! Why!"

Lisa goes over to her flatscreen tv and turns it on to a documentary of Casey Luv, "Because that bitch is over the television that's why. All because it's her birthday week and shit that means she all special. Nah, ah!" Lisa waves her finger around, "Not happening. I made her! Not her damn mama, me! I'm the one who got her started in the rapping business. That big titted whore wouldn't be so popular if it weren't for me helping her **** those bitches in the ring! Hell, her rap cds wouldn't have been so big if I didn't help produce them."

Lisa scoffs, "White girls rapping, what a full of shit! And then she turns all sweet and shit after getting a spanking from her mama and then has the fucking nerve to kick me and 40 to the streets. No way. I'm not taking it. Not after all that shit she put me through when we were together. Hell, I even dated her brother once."

Knock! Knock!

"Hey, that's my date."

Then after a few seconds pause.

"What? Yeah, of course I have a date. You think I stay in here and sulk? With my figure? No, bitch I'm going clubbing with the escort I hired. Fine looker she is too, from what I heard."

Knock! Knock!

"I better go, just remember I want a match with her or your ass is grass!"

Lisa hangs up as there are more knocks on the door again.

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm coming!"

Knock! Knock!

"Damn, you think there was a fire with the way you are knocking."

Lisa opens the door and sees a muscular man with spiky black hair and a small goatee with a black t-shirt and jean.

Lisa looks him over and says with some annoyance as she feels a little arouse by the physique of this man, "Yeah, can I help you?"

"Are you Lisa?" The man asks.

"Yeah, and who are you?"

"I'm your date."

"You're Jackie?"

The man chuckles and and says, "My friends call me Jack."

"They said you were a woman."

"What can I say, they made a mistake."

Jack then walks past her and into her apartment, "Mind if I come in?"

"Sure...come on…." Lisa replies agitation under her breath.

She whispers, "Bitch.' as she closes her door, as the man comes into her apartment without a care of what she would do to him.

Something she plans on showing him if he doesn't show her respect that she deserves soon.