Rhonda's Lesson

Chapter Four: Living the lifestyle

The moment the girls hooked up it was a connection that neither one had felt. It wasn’t about s****l attraction. For Rebecca having someone to care for her unconditionally the way Rhonda did was a breath of fresh air. She longed for love; the love her own mother didn’t give. A loving mother letting her child sell herself starting at the age of 14 was a concept that she couldn’t fathom. All her mom cared about was that the bills were being paid. She could f*ck, suck, and blow her way across fifty states for all she cared, as long as her lights were on, and that’s exactly what she did. Her mom Gina wasn’t and evil b*tch. She just wasn’t ready for adulthood. She had Becca at 12, by a grown *ss man who just wanted a nut. Gina never had a mom herself, so she didn’t know how to give love. Becca had to be the mom and make decisions for and her 9-year old brother Jace. For her to receive love and to be put first was a new concept and she loved it.

For Rhonda, Rebecca was her second chance at redemption. She did whatever it took to keep her safe, even if it meant f*cking right alongside of her. In the beginning, all she did was play the role of bodyguard. Roe might have been a female but she was not to be f*cked with. Roe knew how to fight yeah, but she also didn’t fight fair. What really made Roe dangerous were her smarts. She prided herself on not having to lay hands on people to get respect. Miss Johnson taught lessons, and she made sure they were never forgotten. Rhonda was ready for the day that they could walk out of that roach motel she shared with Becca and her family and start over. She did love her new “mom” and brother but she could tell they added more stress to Becca’s life. Becca and Lexa deserved to live her life, and Rhonda was going to be damn sure she did. After the tenth nigga she visited with Becca, she couldn’t take the body count.

“Becca, you know you my girl. I’m willing to help you with this thing you have goin’ on to stack a little money, but you have to trust me to take over.”

“Whatever we gotta do girl. I’m down!”

She told herself if she just did a few guys herself and contributed to her cause she wouldn’t have to put Becca at risk so much. Her need to protect Rebecca only grew more and more, but that didn’t stop her conscience. Sh*t was going to have to change. No doubt Rebecca was street smart, but Rhonda was a genius and she was about to change up the whole game.

Ultimately it didn’t take long for Rhonda to get fed up and put that beautiful brain to work. She started off doing small hustles. They made money by blackmailing cheating married men for their wives, snapping compromising pictures, threating to send it to the wives. They got the money, and the wives got leverage in their impending divorce. They made decent money, but Rhonda had more plans than just teaching those bastards a lesson in faithfulness. She wanted more— more money, more respect— and she knew just how to get it. She had a bigger end game in mind while she stacked her money, and if she had to f*ck her way to the top then she would do just that. But she sure hoped she didn’t have to.

As they sat in a booth at La Vista, their favorite Latin restaurant, they formed what they called their “takeover”. The problem was, they needed a team. Becca knew a few girls she started out with on the streets, but for the plan they had they just wouldn’t make the cut. They needed fresh faces. The women that haven’t worked the track and looked more like models than working girls. But where should they start the search? Luckily for them they wouldn’t have to look far.

“Hey Chica’s, you two ready to order, or are you starting with drinks?” Their waitress asked, chewing on a piece of gum and bouncing her hip up and down like she was in a hurry.

Becca hated unprofessional waitresses, but one look at this girl and a glance in Rhonda’s direction she could tell they were both thinking the same thing so she put the brakes on her attitude.

“What’s the matter mama, you need a few more minutes?” By the expression on the waitresses face they could tell she was confused by the silence.

“Nah honey, it’s not time that worries me! If I may be frank with you, it’s your customer service sweets. It sucks *ss. I would say work on it, but I have plans for you. I want to see you doing way more than serving bean burritos in an apron, but I need for you to trust me.”

Rebecca kicked her under the table.

“I mean us! This is clearly not the field you should be in. Why don’t you sit down and chat with us for a while, honey!”

Their waitress looked around to see if anyone was looking their way.

“Gizella is it?” Rhonda said looking at her name tag. “Don’t worry about your boss. I guarantee you will be leaving this place tonight with us! If not, your boss Hector is a very good friend of ours. He won’t mind if we chat.”