The Trio

The next months were filled with learning how to be a ho -- how to approach customers, how to ensure they always went all out, how to dress, how to keep the police happy, how to keep Lamar happy. Elizabeth had picked up smoking, which she thought was detestable, but she found the hot smoke was pleasing on cold nights in fishnet stockings. Most of the men off Prince Street were well-to-do white businessmen. At one point, she'd probably have found some of them enticing, but now they were stale and boring. But money was money, and **** was ****.

She actually found she had decent chemistry with Shanequa. The younger Black woman clearly had a dominant streak around both her and Hope, but almost fancied Elizabeth. Half the time, Shanequa would invite her back to her place after the service was done, and Elizabeth found she was getting pretty solid at eating pussy. She stubbed out her cigarette on the cold asphalt, and her cell phone buzzed. It was from Lamar. Twenty minutes, in the control room.