He was smart though, to keep them away from Angel. It was all something she had mauled over a million times in her head. Indian XXX There was only acceptance for the fact that this was how things were, and this was how it was going to be. They like it when you smile. The friends she had stayed with during her absence on the streets had since moved on with no forwarding contact. Angel wasn’t Rich’s bottom girl; a term used to describe a pimp’s right hand girl, the one who was above the others, who was trusted to run things if the pimp was unable to, and who was usually in charge of teaching new girls. There was a coat closet and another closet back by the bed. Angel guessed she was no more than sixteen. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen.”
Angel about growled. Angel obeyed his command, kneeling in the directed spot between his legs. Angel took the girl’s hand and led her out to the main area of the club. Why would anyone work when each girl hands you over a thousand dollars a night? Too young. She could have nothing at all. He took her back to his house. You’re healed.
