It's a Hard Ho's Life

The next months proceeded swimmingly. Elizabeth felt she and Lamar were bonding well. They fucked constantly. They ran the club and the streets together. But she wanted more. And eventually, she tired of Lamar not formalizing things further.

"Don't you think we'd be better as something more formal?" Elizabeth asked Lamar.

"Like what?" Lamar said, furrowing his brow, his eyes on the cameras.

"Like, being your wife," Elizabeth said. It was the wrong move. Lamar was used to being independent, a lone wolf. The former beauty queen was a prize. But it should have been on his terms.

"Bitch," he said. "I don't need shit. I can get any pussy I want, including yours." He texted Shanequa.

A few minutes later the comely Black woman entered the room, looking about nervously.

"Hey bitch," Lamar said. "I should have done this a long time ago. I want to delegate more. So Betsy, you're running the classy girls. The University whores, the escorts, the Price street girls. Shanequa, you're running the hood girls, like you do so well. With Devonte gone, I got space for both of you in his old crib."

"What are you saying?" Elizabeth asked, looking nervous.

"I mean, I'm going to keep both my side bitches to the side," Lamar said. "Keep you both focused on business."