Running Them Hoes

Elizabeth sat in the back of an Escalade, watching her crew at work. The Prince Street crew was mostly young girls from the university needing some extra cash. The clientele was mostly white too, with the occasional ethnicity mixed in.

While Elizabeth had never expected to become a pimp or a madame, she did recognize some of the beats for the job from her life as a beauty queen. All of these girls had some vice they were beholden too. Nose candy. Weed. All of these girls were poor with money. Not all of them enjoyed the sex, and Elizabeth had to weed out the disaffected, putting them back on the pole. She sighed. It was almost enough to make her sick. Wait a minute. She ducked outside, vomiting her breakfast onto the curb. Her eyes went wide, and she texted Shanequa.

"You too?" the response was.