How I Met My PIMP Tony
-- Last year was hard for me, I was basically homeless going from couch to couch all around New Jersey. I was dancing at all the bum-ass hole in the wall clubs trying to make enough for a hotel room just to take a shower. Dancers know the summertime struggle is REAL and the money is so slow it's not even funny! Still got bills to pay so as I always say, "Slow money better than no money." I get to Candy-Girls one night and it's literally three people sitting at the bar. I started to walk out and go try Alices right down the street but when I turned my head I saw a man motion for me to come to him. I walked over and with each step noticed how fine this older man was. As I approached him, he smiled and looked very happy to see me, like I knew him from somewhere. I knew I had never met him because I would have remembered! He was black, in his mid-thirties and had a little salt and pepper beard going on. His arms were bulky and big like he worked out for a living. The man was a whole snack!
"Hey sweetie, what's up" I tried to sound cute. Not sure if it worked but he was smiling anyway.
"You are so beautiful, what are you doing here?"
Now I'm confused so I asked him, "What do you mean, what are you doing here?"
He says, "I just came out for a drink and seen the most beautiful woman in the entire world. I don't think you should be here, you should be with me."
That's how it all began.
When I met Tony in the club, I had no idea the grief or pain that he would cause me. He was the perfect man at first. He showed me love, took me into his home, got my hair/nails done, paid my phone bill and really helped me out of a bad situation. He did things for me that no one has ever done so I fell in love with him hard and fast. I thought we were going to be a family one day; Tony was MY man sweetie. I made sure of it!
Three days after meeting him, I was already living in his apartment. It wasn't the best place but it was a steady place to sleep and that was honestly good enough. Tony encouraged that I keep working at the strip club to keep money flowing into the house, so I did. Maybe it was the love or I was just plain stupid, but it took me a while to notice, every time I brought the money home I would never see it again. I would say, "Hey babe, I left my money on the dresser and its missing, did you move it?" He would respond, " Oh yeah babe, I'm sorry I had to grab that for a flip. I'm gonna put it back tomorrow." I guess tomorrow never came because that would be the last time I saw that money. I knew better than to keep questioning him about money anyway. I didn't want to be reminded that he supplied the roof over my head, I heard that enough. I tried to never get on Tony's bad side. I came to the conclusion that when he's drinking, he's not the same guy that I met that day at the bar. Drunk Tony is the complete opposite; he's very nasty and rude. He also likes to get violent. I done got slapped upside my head a few times just for talking too loud around him when he's drunk. I learned to just backed off and do things his way. After all, I did love him; or at least that's the dumb shit I was telling myself to excuse his abusive behavior.
The longer I stayed in this situation the more toxic it became. I just met this man 6 months ago and he got me sniffing coke, bagging his drugs and living in a nasty ass bando. I was so love drunk I didn't even peep how quickly my life was spiraling out of control! This nigga Tony had me right where wanted me; trapped like a fucking mouse, you hear me?! He had all the power and all my money! I had nothing and therefore he was my everything. I had hope for Tony and I wanted things to work so bad that I ignored all the warning signs.
Shit took a turn for the worst the day that Tony got locked up! One morning, we're in bed one second and the next thing I know, the cops are kicking the door down and ordering us on the ground. I went to bed ass naked and now I'm on the cold ass floor with a gun pointed at the back of my head.
"What's going on? We didn't do anything, this is a mistake!" I'm crying into the ground trying not to move and get shot by a cop! Tony was quiet during this whole thing and laid rested with his hands behind his back, while I'm crying hysterically. One detective reaches under our kitchen sink and pulls out the sneaker box that we always kept stashed. Tony didn't seem phased at all. I guess he figured once they found the box with his drugs, gun, and fake ID that he was going to jail anyway so what was the point. I knew it too and this scared me more than the thought of going to jail myself!
The Police put cuffs on Tony and walked him out of the house, while I just laid there naked crying my eyes out. In my mind, the whole world just collapsed. Not knowing when he was coming back or what was going to happen to him made me feel sick to my stomach! He was my world, I didn't know what to do without him.
He called me a few hours after his arrest, by this time I regained my composure, I was just so happy to hear that he was ok! But he called me with something else in mind; his instructions were coded but extremely clear.
This is how the conversation went:
"Hey sweetheart, I'm glad I can hear your voice. I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you. I really need you right now, please don't leave me like everybody else did."
My 20-year-old gullible ass fighting tears again, " I'll never leave you baby, you're my everything. I'll always be here for you."
Then he works it on me with this bullshit, he says "I need you to be a woman.... be my woman and hold it down while I'm behind the wall. I don't know how long I'll be here but you'll need to keep things in place while I'm away. This is very important, can you do that for me?"
My dumbass, all young and stupid jumped on the opportunity to prove myself to him. "Yes baby, I'll do whatever you need me to do. I'll go extra hard at the club and send you money after I pay all the bills."
Tony laughs, "I like that energy, that's my girl. But let's be honest, your gonna gave to sell that gold if you're gonna come up with the money I'm talking about. You can't be fuckin around."
Tony had some jewelry in the house so I immediately think he's talking about a gold chain. "Which chain babe."
His tone switched up right away, "Aye, Nah-- Not my chains bitch. That gold you got! The gold your mama blessed you with is the gold you need to be selling! Top Dollar too! Don't let a fuck nigga get it for free since a nigga bagged and you vulnerable. Hell naww, get that bread up out his ass and show a nigga some love like I always showed you. You gotta show me you solid, don't go selling my chains and shit. HELL Nah, sell yo shit! That good shit!"
He made it clear what I had to do. As his naive, < DUMB ASS> <miserably in love bitch, that was exactly what the fuck I was going to do for my nigga! Looking back, I really wish somebody would have slapped my dumb ass because this decision changed my entire life.
To be continued.......
"Hey sweetie, what's up" I tried to sound cute. Not sure if it worked but he was smiling anyway.
"You are so beautiful, what are you doing here?"
Now I'm confused so I asked him, "What do you mean, what are you doing here?"
He says, "I just came out for a drink and seen the most beautiful woman in the entire world. I don't think you should be here, you should be with me."
That's how it all began.
When I met Tony in the club, I had no idea the grief or pain that he would cause me. He was the perfect man at first. He showed me love, took me into his home, got my hair/nails done, paid my phone bill and really helped me out of a bad situation. He did things for me that no one has ever done so I fell in love with him hard and fast. I thought we were going to be a family one day; Tony was MY man sweetie. I made sure of it!
Three days after meeting him, I was already living in his apartment. It wasn't the best place but it was a steady place to sleep and that was honestly good enough. Tony encouraged that I keep working at the strip club to keep money flowing into the house, so I did. Maybe it was the love or I was just plain stupid, but it took me a while to notice, every time I brought the money home I would never see it again. I would say, "Hey babe, I left my money on the dresser and its missing, did you move it?" He would respond, " Oh yeah babe, I'm sorry I had to grab that for a flip. I'm gonna put it back tomorrow." I guess tomorrow never came because that would be the last time I saw that money. I knew better than to keep questioning him about money anyway. I didn't want to be reminded that he supplied the roof over my head, I heard that enough. I tried to never get on Tony's bad side. I came to the conclusion that when he's drinking, he's not the same guy that I met that day at the bar. Drunk Tony is the complete opposite; he's very nasty and rude. He also likes to get violent. I done got slapped upside my head a few times just for talking too loud around him when he's drunk. I learned to just backed off and do things his way. After all, I did love him; or at least that's the dumb shit I was telling myself to excuse his abusive behavior.
The longer I stayed in this situation the more toxic it became. I just met this man 6 months ago and he got me sniffing coke, bagging his drugs and living in a nasty ass bando. I was so love drunk I didn't even peep how quickly my life was spiraling out of control! This nigga Tony had me right where wanted me; trapped like a fucking mouse, you hear me?! He had all the power and all my money! I had nothing and therefore he was my everything. I had hope for Tony and I wanted things to work so bad that I ignored all the warning signs.
Shit took a turn for the worst the day that Tony got locked up! One morning, we're in bed one second and the next thing I know, the cops are kicking the door down and ordering us on the ground. I went to bed ass naked and now I'm on the cold ass floor with a gun pointed at the back of my head.
"What's going on? We didn't do anything, this is a mistake!" I'm crying into the ground trying not to move and get shot by a cop! Tony was quiet during this whole thing and laid rested with his hands behind his back, while I'm crying hysterically. One detective reaches under our kitchen sink and pulls out the sneaker box that we always kept stashed. Tony didn't seem phased at all. I guess he figured once they found the box with his drugs, gun, and fake ID that he was going to jail anyway so what was the point. I knew it too and this scared me more than the thought of going to jail myself!
The Police put cuffs on Tony and walked him out of the house, while I just laid there naked crying my eyes out. In my mind, the whole world just collapsed. Not knowing when he was coming back or what was going to happen to him made me feel sick to my stomach! He was my world, I didn't know what to do without him.
He called me a few hours after his arrest, by this time I regained my composure, I was just so happy to hear that he was ok! But he called me with something else in mind; his instructions were coded but extremely clear.
This is how the conversation went:
"Hey sweetheart, I'm glad I can hear your voice. I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you. I really need you right now, please don't leave me like everybody else did."
My 20-year-old gullible ass fighting tears again, " I'll never leave you baby, you're my everything. I'll always be here for you."
Then he works it on me with this bullshit, he says "I need you to be a woman.... be my woman and hold it down while I'm behind the wall. I don't know how long I'll be here but you'll need to keep things in place while I'm away. This is very important, can you do that for me?"
My dumbass, all young and stupid jumped on the opportunity to prove myself to him. "Yes baby, I'll do whatever you need me to do. I'll go extra hard at the club and send you money after I pay all the bills."
Tony laughs, "I like that energy, that's my girl. But let's be honest, your gonna gave to sell that gold if you're gonna come up with the money I'm talking about. You can't be fuckin around."
Tony had some jewelry in the house so I immediately think he's talking about a gold chain. "Which chain babe."
His tone switched up right away, "Aye, Nah-- Not my chains bitch. That gold you got! The gold your mama blessed you with is the gold you need to be selling! Top Dollar too! Don't let a fuck nigga get it for free since a nigga bagged and you vulnerable. Hell naww, get that bread up out his ass and show a nigga some love like I always showed you. You gotta show me you solid, don't go selling my chains and shit. HELL Nah, sell yo shit! That good shit!"
He made it clear what I had to do. As his naive, < DUMB ASS> <miserably in love bitch, that was exactly what the fuck I was going to do for my nigga! Looking back, I really wish somebody would have slapped my dumb ass because this decision changed my entire life.
To be continued.......
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