Blaze felt offended. Candy, his bottom bitch, was taking up for another dude. Was she choosing dick over her number one priority, her daddy? “The dick is that good? Huh hoe?” Blaze backhanded Candy sending her crashing into the oak dresser drawer. Through squinted eyes Blazed stared Candy up and down. At that second he knew that she was no longer to be trusted. The hoe wasn't loyal. She was just like every other hoe; disloyal, not trustworthy or worthy at that.
Candy let out a loud cry. Getting back on her feet she ran towards Blaze again.
The boy toy screamed and hollered for his life. The little fight he was putting up was no match for the powerful stabs that Blaze was taking at him. With each stab, Blaze was slowly taking his life. Blaze felt that the pain the boy was enduring was nothing compared to his cold, broken heart.
Out of all the many ass whippings that Candy had received for misbehaving you would have thought she’d learned by now. In the years she’d been with Blaze she’d gotten over three dudes killed and got herself hospitalized more times than you can count on your hand. Truth to be told, Candy actually got a kick out of seeing Blaze put in work over her. In her mind, she thought Blaze was actually killing for her. Those ass whippings didn't mean anything but that her daddy loved her more and more in her irrational eyes.
The last thing a pimp wanted to see was his hoe choose dick over him; especially a dirty freak hoe that he had picked up off of the streets six years ago when she was selling her body for the exchange of weed and drinks. He’d taken Candy in and turned her into a bonafied hoe; a real go-getter. He turned her trashy ways into classy ways. He could put her to work on the track or even send the hoe to Europe with supreme clientele making as much as thousands of dollars a day off of her.
After putting her through Blaze’s Hoe Camp, which he liked to call it, Candy was one of the best hoes to grace the blades. Didn’t none hoe on the stroll have shit on her.
She was drop dead gorgeous, exotic, had class, and was filled with all types of freaky treats and tricks. She also had the gift of gab, which helped her turn regular dudes into tricks, who later became some of her most faithful customers. The johns only dated and paid her and her only. The devil was a damn liar if a man said he didn't pay for pussy. Candy always proved them otherwise.
When Candy first met Blaze it was like the heaven gates had open up for her. He was handsome and had class and style. To top it all off he had a demanding attitude and money longer than she could even imagine. He’d been standing on the hoe stroll pimping on hoes as he usually did while wearing some of the finest attire that Candy had ever seen. She was so use to bum dudes and fake pimps that she didn't know real pimping when it hit her in the face. She was down to her last dollar and had just messed up her last date. Her stupidity and need for weed had just caused her to be broke yet another day.
“Please just give me $20,” Candy begged the young boy that she had just turned into a trick.
“Nah Candy, I gave you more than enough money last week. And you was ducking and dodging me.”
A smile crept across Candy’s face as she thought about the week prior when she’d had the young boy pay her upfront for three dates, when he’d only gotten a simple blow job from her.
As she was slobbing on his knob, taking him to places that he thought he could never go, she’d talked him out of the money, promising him that he was good for two prepaid dates.
Candy quickly wiped the smile off of her face. “I need to get me a room tonight,” she cooed with a sad puppy like expression painted on her face.
Shaking his from head side to side, he just couldn't feel sorry for Candy. He figured that she knew she needed a place to stay so she should have spent her money wisely.
Candy’s hand gripped the half-ounce bag of weed that he had just given her and neatly tucked it inside of her bra. Spreading her legs apart she ran her hands up under her skirt. “Please Daddy,” she moaned, biting her bottom look.
He glanced at her. He was tempted but was not letting that temptation get the best of him. He hit the unlock button on his Nissan Maxima. “I gotta go, Candy. I’ll holla at you later,” he huffed.
Getting the hint, Candy eased out of the car. “Better believe you'll never get a taste of Candy again!” She laughed and slammed the passenger door. Hitting the pavement, she walked up the stroll and stood at a nearby bus stop with no destination in plan whatsoever.
Across the street Blaze had his eyes on Candy. Seeing her standing at the bus stop looking busted disgusted, and hopeless, he decided to spit some game at her. Walking up on her, he noticed how much potential she had. She carried herself like a cheap hoe. In his eyes he was looking at a goldmine. “Sell yourself short and this is where you'll end up at for the rest of your life. Ain't you tired of the should of's and the could of's yet?”
Candy turned her nose up and was ready to curse him out until she noticed how handsome he was. “Why you sweating me?” Candy shot back at him.
“Bitch, what you talking about? Get some pimping in your life. If you knew better you would do better.”
“Boy, pimping? You tripping!” Candy began to laugh, “You ain't no pimp!”
“I ain't tripping. Never slicking on my pimping, hoe. Become one of Blaze’s finest and you'll never be at the bus stop as long as you down for my crown,” Blaze mentioned, showcasing his pearly whites.
It had only taken a few minutes of pimping on Candy for Blaze to have her in the back of his candy apple Cadillac.
Now, in the midst of Candy’s distress, Dottie and Cinnamon stood in the doorway watching all the action going on. A smile was planted on Dottie’s cute little angelic face. She got a hot kick out of watching the ‘goodie two shoes’ Candy get in trouble.
“That hoe been creeping niggas up in here for a hot minute now. We thought she was paying you, Daddy.” Cinnamon spoke, adding more salt to the open womb.
Candy got up on her feet and rushed over to Cinnamon. Dottie jumped in front of Cinnamon, who was fun size standing at 4’8. People always underestimated Dottie. They thought that because she was little she was a scary female. They truly had her confused because she was far from scary and had a mean punch. Back in her hometown she was known for knocking men and females out.
“You touch her and it’s on like popcorn up in here,” Dottie rolled her neck.
Seeing that the boy was hanging onto his last breath, Blaze got up covered in blood.
“Bitch, you done made me fuck up my Pradas. My fucking Armani suit is all fucked up. Hoe, you going to pay for this tonight!” Blaze cursed. He walked towards the exit of the room. “Oh and she’s been sneaking niggas up in here? Bitch, it’s noon. I want $3000 by 7:00 PM, hoe!” he told Candy.
Before he whooped her ass and really punished her he wanted his money first. Later that night, she was due for the works before she hit the stroll. Blaze was tired of giving Candy chance after chance. He knew one bad hoe could sink his entire ship.
“Yes, Daddy,” Candy replied with her head down. She thought about the ass whooping that was waiting for her and started to regret her actions. She loved for Blaze to yoke her up a time or two but did she really want to get her ass beat like a two-dollar hoe?
“Now y’all bitches get in there and clean up this fucking mess,” Blaze demanded.
The girls all scrambled for cleaning supplies to clean up the bloody mess that Candy hot ass caused. “And where my fucking money at?” Blaze yelled. “Snow White, where the hell you at?”
Blaze walked through the house and burst into Snow white’s room.
She sitting at her vanity, brushing her long Indian hair that she had worked damn hard for. She’d heard all of the commotion going on in the next room, but she didn’t give a damn. She was way too classy for all the roughness. The others girl would be lucky if they were on fire and Snow White spat on them to save their lives. She was one of a kind; uniquely different from the rest. “Hey, Daddy.” She smiled at the sight of Blaze.
“Where’s my money?” he q
uestioned, not in the mood to entertain Snow White’s attention seeking ass.
Snow White got up, swung her long 28inches of hair behind her back, and strutted over to the closet. She poked her ample butt out before squatting to retrieve the money. She looked back at Blaze who had his full attention focused on her bare ass. Snow White just knew that her daddy had his eyes on her prize, but in reality Blaze had his eye on his damn money. At that second he could care two fucks about Snow White’s neatly rounded rear end.
She went into her hiding spot and pulled out the money. Out of all the girls, Blaze felt she was responsible enough to keep a hold of his funds. All the other girls were always losing something and some of them he simply didn’t trust. Usually he liked for his money to be placed in his hands the second the money was made, but when he had to get out and recruit and chop it up with his boys along with other side business he couldn’t be there all the time to collect his funds.
Snow White switched back over to him, proudly placing the money in his hands.
Blaze sat down on the bed and quickly counting the money. “This is it?” He slapped the stack of money in his palms.
“Yes that’s everything, Daddy,” Snow White cheered, standing in front of him all bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Snow White kneeled down beside him, trying to unfasten his belt buckle while licking her lips. Uninterested, Blaze pushed her causing her to fall flat on her ass. “Bitch, break me off proper if you want some of this dick. I don’t see how my partner got two hoes in his stable and bring in three times the amount.”
Snow White got back up and tried again. She was determined to get a taste of Blaze. Fuck what he was saying, she worked too damn hard not to be getting broke off with some of Daddy’s dick. “I got a trick coming through with $350 in an hour,” Snow White teased.
“Yeah, then you get some of this once you bring that paper back,” Blaze said, gabbing his crotch. He got up off of the bed and walked out of the room leaving Snow White’s horny ass to please herself, which she hated.
Snow White figured she’d made this man’s money and should be able to get the ‘D’ whenever she wanted. She wasn’t just paying for his game, protection, and knowledge, or to be labeled as one of Blaze’s bitches. She wanted more, like love and affection as well. Since day one she had been fiending for him. He was her high. Every time he slid up inside of her it drove her insane.
Snow White was born and raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania as Jasmine Shields. She’d moved to Florida right out of high school, chasing behind a hustler that didn’t mean her any good. Her parents warned her that if she chased behind her no good boyfriend she would be cut off financially. But being deeply in love, Jasmine chose her boyfriend. At the time he was making enough money to keep her laced in some of the most lavish things so she felt like her days would never get cold. After he got busted and was picked up by the Feds, she was left hopeless in a matter of months. Lawyer fees and her materialistic habit had gotten the best of her. She promised her family that she would never need them for a thing or go back home. Sticking to her word, she decided that she had to make a way for herself somehow.
At some point she met an older man who paid her for sexual favors and she instantly got hooked on the quick and easy money. So, pushing all her pride to the side, she decided to do what she had to do to stay afloat. After that she started doing whatever sexually so she could survive. When she met Blaze, her worries were frozen. He’d blessed her with knowledge and showed her how to get some real money, proving to her that all along she was selling herself short. Ever since then she did everything for her daddy and stayed loyal to him.
She was dark as coal, but beautiful as ever, with her mesmerizing hazel eyes. Her dark skin was flawless and had a unique shine and glow to it. She had a petite build with killer curves. She got the nickname Snow White from another hoe that was on the blade. During her first night on the track being known as one of Blaze’s girls, she had been strutting her white fur, a pair of white booty shorts, and white knee high points and was taking every bitch’s money that was out on the stroll. She was money hungry and wanted to represent her daddy well.
“Aye Snow White black ass is putting a dent in my pockets,” one of the other hoes had boldly stated.
Jasmine smiled and proudly took the name that was thrown at her. That night she had completely forgotten about Jasmine and officially transformed into Snow White. She liked how it flowed and how it was so contradictory to what she actually looked like. The name fit her perfectly and on that day on she took it and ran with it like the wind. She’d held her high, glad to make her daddy proud that he had picked out a winner to be a main player on his team.
Blaze kicked his Prada loafers off, propping his feet up on the bed. He laid back against the pillows and began to relax a little. What happened earlier was still on his mind and he couldn’t shake the thought of his hoe being so disrespectful. “Aye Snow White! Get ya’ horny ass in here,” he yelled out. Maybe a little of Snow White’s seduction and lip sucking could put his mind at ease after all.
Snow White was lying on the bed with her legs wide open, pleasing herself. As soon as she heard Blaze calling her name, she quickly got up and ran to his rescue. “Yes, Daddy?” She burst through the door with her breasts bouncing and ass was jiggling everywhere.
A smile crept across Blaze face. “Come take care of Daddy.” That was all he had to say. Thirty seconds later Snow White’s thirsty ass was sucking the life out of Blaze’s thick chocolate pole. She definitely was aiming to please. Only the privileged girls of the house got to give Blaze sexual favors. He was very picky about the females that he allowed to explore his goods. All of the new chicks were always broken in by one of his boys, whom gladly paid him for the opportunity, and then were turned out by Blaze’s other girls.
Blaze motioned for Snow White to get on all fours. She quickly turned around and got down. He easily slid his dick in and out of her rectum then slid it into her awaiting canal.
“Ohhhh Daddy!” Snow White cooed as she grabbed a hold of her breasts and began pinching her nipples.
Blaze’s motto was that his body was a temple and he would sure as hell be careful who he entered. He refused to be like his daddy who had been a pimp but also a male whore that slept with all of his hoes. Unfortunately, one disloyal hoe ended up causing him his life. Blaze’s dad contracted HIV and died quickly as a result of the deadly disease shutting down his immune system in a matter of months.
If Blaze couldn’t resist a chick, he would first make her pay his ass by any means and then he’d break her off, making sure his manhood was fully protected. “Ahh, shit,” he grunted as he quickly took the condom off and squirted his babies all over Snow White’s ample ass which was pointed north.
“Yes Daddy that was the best. Ooh yeah.” Snow White’s lips quivered and her legs shivered. Ass shots with Blaze were pure pain and pleasure, but the pleasure always over rode the pain. As much pipe as Snow White was taking in the back door you would think that she would have been wide open by now. But, she always used her special concoction to keep up with her tightness; a blend of hot water and vinegar.
Snow White got up and began wiping herself off with a baby wipe from a pack that was sitting on the nightstand. “You staying here tonight, Daddy?” Snow White questioned with a smile, in hopes of getting some more of Blaze’s loving.
“I ain’t sleeping here with you hoes,” Blaze spoke, grabbing his towel off of the back door so that he could take a shower and bounce.
Snow White shrugged her shoulders. She wished that she didn’t have to stay shackled up with rest of the hoes either. Those bitches were too trifling for her taste.
As Blaze was heading for the bathroom, Candy was just heading out. She put her head down, not trying to make eye contact with Blaze.
He grabbed her by her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Looka here, hoe! Next time ya’ ass up in here tricking and ain’t getting paid for it you gon’ end up missing. F
ucking with you will have me slipping in my pimping, causing these others hoes to start dipping. You understand?” He tightly gripped Candy’s chin.
Candy shook her head agreeing as she stared into his cold eyes.” I don’t know what got into me. I’m so sorry. I’m about to go get your money now,” Candy assured him.
“Cool.” Blaze stepped back to get a good look at Candy. She was wearing her candy apple colored bob cut wig. Her eyes were adorned with her long eyelash extensions and her face was lightly covered in makeup. She had on a pair of jean booty shorts with a tube top. On her feet she wore a pair of red stiletto pumps. Blaze shook his head, approving her look. “Cool, now go get that money for Daddy and don’t be a penny short.”
Candy walked off with her heels making a loud, annoying clicking sound. Money was on her mind. She was going to hit the concrete and make something happen so that she could show Blaze that she was a true winner.
The hot water hit against Blaze’s body, which looked like it was made out of bricks. Blaze had the body of a GQ model. Every day he exercised, did 30 minutes of meditation, and ate right and mostly drunk water. He always made sure that he maintained an image of perfection. He took his time lathering his body with his Axe body soap. His mind roamed back to his Pops, thinking of how the man had once had a strong pimp game and a strong stable of loyal females who obeyed him. All of his father’s girls had been devoted to him; all except for the one disloyal hoe named Jean, who happened to also be his mother.
~Chapter 2~
After days of getting in and out of hoeing, Blaze’s mother decided to get reckless with her game. She would scam and con tricks for extra money that she pocketed. She soon started sleeping with tricks with no protection just for the little extra money that they offered. She wasn’t on drugs or anything disturbing. She was just a money hungry hoe.
As a result of her disloyalty, she was no longer Money Mack’s favorite girl. Little did he know she didn’t give a damn; She was tired of the pimping and hoeing game and felt like she should have been profiting from all of the funds she was making. After all, she was the one who spent countless nights allowing countless men to have a taste of her goodies. After all of the sexual favors she’d exchanged she felt like the only thing she had to show for it was a bad ass son, the label of being Money Mack’s number one girl, and a few busted lips and black eyes here and there that were caused by her forever yapping mouth.
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