Money-Makin' Mamas by Smooth Silk Read Free Book Online Page B

Honey. He stood right in front of him and looked down into his eyes. “Nigga, you wouldn’t lie to me, would you? ’Cause see, fuckin’ with my money is a serious crime around here. Son or no son, you may find yourself sniffin’ dirt in the ground from stealin’ from me. You get what I’m sayin’, don’t you?”
    Surprisingly, Honey didn’t appear as nervous as I thought he would be. I went into the kitchen and tried to throw Ray off. “You know Honey ain’t been stealing no money from you, Ray. Back away from him and let’s go. We gon’ be late.”
    â€œThere you go pokin’ that big-ass nose of yours into matters that ain’t got shit to do with you. I know damn well that I had forty dollars on my dresser in there and now it’s gone.”
    I sighed from relief and so did Honey. This nigga was up in here acting a fool over forty dollars. Honey and me had already gotten him for several thousand. If he didn’t notice that, too damn bad.
    â€œYou didn’t put that forty dollars on the dresser,” Honey said. “I saw it lying on the bathroom sink. Go look in there. I bet you’ll find it.”
    Ray rushed off to the bathroom and came back with the forty bucks in his hand. He was all smiles. “I guess my mind been slippin’, but that’s what happens when you spend so many years with a dumb-ass bitch. Shit like that rubs off on a nigga, so make sure you get you one who smart as fuck.” Ray looked at me. “Get yo’ jacket and let’s go.”
    Every single thing was my fault. I swear to God that he never, ever had anything nice to say about me. I grabbed my jacket and didn’t bother to respond to Ray. Sometimes, ignorance needed to be ignored.
    My gig had been paying off. Since I knew Honey had been taking money on the backend, I stepped it up, making all the money that I could make. Ray’s dumb ass thought that I had been doing it all for him. He sat back at each gig, watching me with a big, bright smile on his face. I never paid him a bit of attention. I always flirted with the other niggas and shook my shapely ass well enough for them to dish out the paper. And trust me, they did. Lowdown, scum-ass niggas paid. Married niggas paid. Rich niggas paid and so did broke ones. They gave their last dimes, just to get a feel of what Ray considered his Moneymakin’ Mama. He loved when the men turned to him, asking if I was his woman. With pride, he always answered yes.
    â€œYep, that’s my bitch but you niggas already know the play. Touch, but keep yo’ hard dicks in your pants or save them for the next ho.”
    While many of the men wished they could have sex with me, they wouldn’t dare cross the line. I wasn’t sure how much clout Ray had, nor did I understand why so many of these fools feared him. But money had power. Ray had power, and for now, whatever he said was a go.
    On the drive home, Ray stared straight ahead and sucked his teeth. “I’m thinkin’ about openin’ a gentlemen’s club. That way I may be able to serve up prime pussy, charge those niggas a substantial fee, and let them have at it. What do you think about that?”
    â€œI can’t believe you’re asking for my opinion about anything. I’m sure that my opinion wouldn’t even matter.”
    â€œIf it didn’t matter, I wouldn’t have asked. And what’s up with you lately? I’ve toned my shit down and you need to do the same damn thing too.”
    â€œForgive me. I just have a lot on my mind right now. As for the club, look, do whatever you wish to do, Ray. All I ask is that you don’t involve me. I’m getting kind of tired of doing this stuff, and since I only make a dollar a night, you know I’m not that damn enthused. I barely have money to buy maxi pads, and the last time I was in line to buy a bar of soap to wash my ass, I couldn’t even