Hello, Y'al, this be Wanda Lust, still kickin' and still trickin".She had on a green miniskirt and tight black halter top with golden sparkle stockings and black kicky boots. The tops of her breasts peaked up over the top of her skin tight halter shirt which looped low on her front. "I be a whore and I loves it but it do have a down side you is intelligent enough to intuit. That be an Auntie Carol word and the bitch got me readin' Little Women by Louisa Mae Alcott, and I likes it fine."
"I be here as a special friend like The Black Orchid to Auntie Carol and Lady Lynda. They calls it a charm school but it really be Get Yo' Ass Together School. You headin' down the wrong path fo' sho'. You givin' it out like penny candy hopin' some sumbitch gone give you a house and some babies. He gone give you the babies all right then split and you aint gone git no wedding band. Then you and yo' po' babies gone end up on welfare and ya think $200 a month gone float yo' boat? You gone have to keep poppin' out babies to make it. That when you start sellin' yo' ass and givin' yo' money to some shit talkin' high yella fella' and hopin' he love you. Oh, I done that also until Ifigure I too tough to give my hard earned money to some fancy bastard. But I pay fo' my freedom," she said pulling up her mini skirt to show a deep cut on her thigh going up to the ass.
"But still, thank the Good Lord. I got me a nice man now, Ol' Fat Harold who love the hell outa me, and not jes' physically. Them other mens got me in the soul and I aint ever be totally free from those times."
"Well, excuse me, Miz Wanda," said Lala, "but we're not whores. We don't take money for sex."
'You puttin' out fo' free and that just stupid. How someone gone respec' you if ya don' respec' yerself?"
"It's love which is something you could never understand," said Lala, and their was a murmur of assent from all the other girls.
"If anyone unnerstand love, it's a Ho, Baby Doll. What ya think, he sixteen and ya' give him good head and he gone up and marry ya? Ya think yo' pussy is a palace of pearls?' said Wanda who roared with laughter.
"You is livin in a fairy tale or some sort of romance novel!"
He says he'll marry me after he completes college," replied Lala.
"So you gone do nothin' in the mean time but waitin' around like a potted plant and livin' off yo' parents. And it look like you got a bun in the oven, hon?" replied Miz Wanda. "And ya thinks you is as interestin' as those rich college girls. Shit, gal, you aint nothin' but a cheap piece of ass."
Toute de suite Lala was at Miz Wanda's neck with a straight blade. The room froze and people heard a pin drop. Lady Lynda casually walked over, and said calmly, "Dear, if you're going to murder someone, it's best to do it in private. Not in front of thirty-eight people. Give me the instrument Lala."
Lala reluctantly gave her the blade and Wanda bitch slapped her so hard an imprint of her hand appeared on Lala's face.
"You think you can fuck wid' me, little girl? Fifteen years on the street has taught me a lot. Yes, I'm a junkie and it aint no way to live but it's all I know. And you gone end up in my shoes, bitch. She again revealed her scar, and said, "Pretty Freddy did that to me cuz I didn't bring in enuff money one night and sent me back into the street bleeding. I OD'd many times and the Good Lord keep bringin' me back like it aint my time yet. You might not be so lucky. He do it because he know in my heart, I aint bad. Now, I got my regulars, freaks and sickos, and I gits paid top dollar and I has their stats, too so they 'fraid to hurt me. Fat Harold want to marry me and make an honest woman of me but the street is in my blood and I like having my own money, The Life be in my blood and I can't help it. Most ho's don't git a good man. A pimp aint nothin' but a shark in an Armani suit and he aint got no real feelin' for any of the girls. At first, the pimp court you, buy you clothes and take you fancy places. Then he put it in yo' head that he in bad trouble and need lots of money and will you "just this once" bail him out by selling yo' ass. After that he just keep on sending ya out and he make you a junkie so's he can control ya in case ya want out. That's The Life, girlie."
Lala replied that Francisco would never do anything like that.
Wanda replied, "Francisco gone find 'nother home girl in college while you is sittin' on your dumb ass waitin' on him. Always, in life, have a back up plan. Get yo' education."
"Why don't you take your own advice, Miz Wanda, said Lala.
"Maybe I be a sex therapist some day down the road. Auntie Carol and Lady Lynda works on my head pretty fierce, sometimes. They tell me like I tell you, 'Nothin' is written.' Now I wants you bitches to treat them with respec' though they is a bit old fashioned. They means well. And learn vocabulary so's you can talk proper and impress people. Nobody like that Spanglish you speak."
Then she emphasized the track marks on her arms and laughed and said, "The Tracks of My Tears," by Smokey Robinson.
CAROL ANN writerof Poems of Thunder (Noir & Whimsey) @Amazon, Barnes&Noble & publishamerica.com