Chance: ch.+1

chance takes me to his spot Current mood: horny
so there i was, forlornly lookin out the passenger-side window of this fancy automobile, feelin kinda resolute....oh well, guess crack can wait til tomorrow, eh?
as we drove, this dude said "gimme your money".....not exactly the first time THAT had happened to me.....generally speakin, that's Order of Business #1 for an Asshole, once he gains the proverbial "upper hand" in the situation...hm, they always want a refund.....hey, what's one bj among many? so he got his sixty bucks back.....generally that's all they want, unless they really like me a lot.....but the Driving Tour of Gangland? i was becoming nervous.
[Implied Threat of Force.
something you learn to taste in the air around ya: "this guy would have no problem doing XYZ" ....see, some folks just don't have that aura about em....they can threaten all day long, lookin to get my money, and i'll just laugh, "what you gonna do, boy?" don't matter if they flash a weapon, either.....some folks don't have serious Hurtin in em.....others though need not say anything because you can just tell, even if they're naked as a jaybird.....real badness works wonders with his hands...
still, it takes a little while to figure out who means it vs. who's just talkin shit.....i generally erred on the side of callin bluffs til i got knocked out a couple times and got sick of memory-holes....mostly i depended on my golden gift of gab to work my way outta dangerous situations, though....it was my invisible armor, sword, shield and security-blanket that i carried with me always; where-ever i went, i was wrapped in the comforting knowledge that my mind was sharp enough to pierce the callous outer layers of all but the most-soulless of human beings; with lowly words i could work my way inward, towards the heart, until i was no longer a stranger....deceptively immaterial asset; the secret weapon which so many times did save my life....]
finally, the dude parked. i took a deep breath--was this the end here? i held my breath and my submissive pose.
"yknow, girl, you gave over your money real good. i like you..."
"thank you" it was nearly a whisper...my brain was runnin like a gerbil on a wheel....the Robber-Punk/Gentleman? now there'd be a first.....
"ah, girl, you good....that's why today's gonna be your lucky day--baby, if you stay with me, i'll show you how it's REALLY done...."
what choice did i have? the damn car was set up so i couldn't leave.....
"you want that, boo?"
guess that was my cue....."uh(i looked at my feet)i don't really understand".....i tried to look a bit vacuous--playin dumb gets their guard down sometimes.....
"you gotta lot to work with here, boo....what's your real name?"
Monica. [they never believed me ......don't know why; guess many hookers use "stage names".....if your name is William and you make your money in high heels and a thong it's understandable......or if you're a little girl named Mary Rose you'd rather be Sabrina Sexpot or somethin...still, i'm rather fond of my name....this one guy once told me in thick Irish Brogue, "yer a sweetheart, but i don't like that name honey"...."ACH tell that to me Mams!" i told him. he gave me an extra 20 bucks right there, just for bein witty! how bout that, huh?]
"I'm chance, baby....They call me chance cause that's what i am....i'm YOUR chance, now, boo....i'll get you out there makin some REAL money, see--i know how it's done"
[ah, now it was beginning to make sense....i'd been screwin over would-be upstart pimps for quite some time now.....get em to share some rock with me, promise to come back and be Their Girl and tell em seeya....this dude, however, i suspected might be the real deal.....curiosity got the better of me, mixed with disbelief.....you hear about something like that for your entire life, but never quite know how much truth is in those stories, yknow?? especially cause the queens who i was friends with and all the boys from the Jock Block were all free agents......i only ever heard of pimps in the whispered accompaniments to pointed fingers....i'd nudge my runnin-buddy Angel some night we were workin the street together...."hey honey, ain't she sexy?" nod toward some chick off in the distance...."bet she'd look nice in leather, tee hee" and angel would shake her head "hhm-hm, she's WAY off-limits, girlie; she's one of them with So-n-So; won't even answer back if we talk to her!....anyway,she's ALWAYS out here, real used goods! aw, cmon, let's get outta here, find a better corner!"
( i'd let Angel escort me gingerly by the arm, and we'd trot away....i always let Angel play Big Sis to me, cause it made her happy.....she'd endured an isolated childhood as a boy in dorchester, never had anybody to care for like she wanted to, never had anybody to look out for her until she realized at age 13 that she could be a sex-toy for somebody and never have to worry....i think it kinda mended a bit of that wound, bein somebody's sister)]
anyhow, i said as little as possible to this dude....just looked floorward and nodded when appropriate, let him tell me everything he wanted to tell about his life as a Pimp....it was apparent that i would soon get to see for myself exactly how much of his lecture was true and how much was pure wind from an inflated ego.....
after all, i was a "captive audience", even if i'd been polite enough to pretend otherwise.....
hey, politeness saves the ass. practice it and it just may be yours it saves one day, too....
well, my hands hurt and i'm gettin fidgety here so i'll leave off....shall return, darlings.....