Diving Behind Mine: Book 2

By Momason Wright

In the beginning they said it would get old and fade away. It was said that selling pussy and sucking dick wouldn’t last forever, even though, it’s been going on since the beginning of time. My perception is a closed mouth don’t get fed and closed legs don’t get you nowhere. You can’t expect ten dollar results from a two dolla ho. You must tame, train, and maintain. Pimping isn’t easy. You must be a natural to succeed at this shit. Pimping must be imbedded in your bloodline, it’s not taught or learned overnight.

You don’t make a ho sell pussy, a ho sells pussy because she feels in her heart that it’s the right thing to do. A ho is not required to like what she does for a living, but she is required to love what you like. You like money, well, at least I do. So next time pimping pops into that nutshell of a head that you call a brain, take my advice, and get a job. If you must think about pimping, then, it’s probably not for you.

I see simping 25/8 366. It’s easy to say you can pimp. I’ve even seen some people go as far as lying to themselves about this pimp shit. A bitch giving you 50 dollars out of her check isn’t pimping, you being played. Pimping is when you get the whole check. Not from one, but both jobs. And when the bills are due, you tell that ho to hit the streets and make something happen.

So as the story goes, pimp harder, pimp harder, pimp harder.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781669804888

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Copyright © 2022 by Momason Wright.

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Rev. date: 12/27/2021

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Contents

Pimping facts to consider

Introduction to Pimping and Pandering

Chapter 1     Momason

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5     I Choose You

Chapter 6     Pull your Coattail

Chapter 7     Pimp Down

Chapter 8

Chapter 9     Freedom

Chapter 10   It Was Gucci Just a Week Ago)

Chapter 11   Dying Behind Mine

Chapter 12   Sending a Message

Chapter 13   Blast from the Past

Chapter 14   Code Black

Chapter 15

Chapter 16   Get the Business Clear

Pimping facts to consider

In the beginning they said it would get old and fade away. It was said that selling pussy and sucking dick wouldn’t last forever, evenlthough, it’s been going on since the beginning of time. My perception is a closed mouth don’t get fed and closed legs don’t get you nowhere. You can’t expect ten dolla results from a two dolla ho. You must tame, train, and maintain. Pimping isn’t easy. You must be a natural to succeed at this shit. Pimping must be imbedded in your bloodline, it’s not taught or learned overnight.

You don’t make a ho sell pussy, a ho sells pussy because she feels in her heart that it’s the right thing to do. A ho is not required to like what she does for a living, but she is required to love what you like. You like money, well, at least I do. So next time pimping pops into that nutshell of a head that you call a brain, take my advice, and get a job. If you must think about pimping, then, it’s probably not for you.

I see simping 25/8 366. It’s easy to say you can pimp. I’ve even seen some people go as far as lying to themselves about this pimp shit. A bitch giving you 50 dollas out of her check isn’t pimping, you being played. Pimping is when you get the whole check. Not from one, but both jobs. And when the bills are due, you tell that ho to hit the streets and make something happen.

So as the story goes, pimp harder, pimp harder, pimp harder.

Introduction to Pimping and Pandering

Vette’s mind was on Cloud 9 sitting at the bus stop listening to music off her iPhone. The black 760ci BMW came to a stop in front of her, but she didn’t see it because her head was down.

By the time she realized what was going on, it was too late. Vette lifted her head up just as the stun gun was being pressed against her side. Her body went limp, she was lifted from the bench and placed in the back seat of the BMW.

Vette woke up 30 minutes later with a headache and needing a glass of water. She attempted to stand up but realized that she was handcuffed. The blindfold over her eyes made it hard for Vette to think straight. The cool breeze on her body let Vette know she was naked.

The loud sound from the door making a creaking sound, told her someone had just came into the room.

Help me, please… I ain’t did nothing to nobody, Vette painfully whispered.

Big Daddy stood in the doorway staring at Vette. He couldn’t believe that he finally had her. Vette had turned him down on numerous occasions. His first time seeing Vette was the day that she arrived at Southern University. He was riding through the college campus and ended up on the freshman side. Vette was bent over in the trunk of a car getting the rest of her bags.

Don’t show it like that, unless we gone sell it, Big Daddy told her with a diamond-tooth smile.

Vette rose out of the trunk and saw a dark figure behind the wheel of a new 300 Benz. The morals her grandma had taught her immediately came to mind.

I’m good, she told him and continued grabbing her things.

Big Daddy got out of the car and walked around to the trunk. Vette was too fine for him to let her get away. He saw potential pussy and paper looking at Vette.

Don’t turn down yo blessings, lil slick back. They come giving this time, but they might come to take the next time, Big Daddy slyly said.

Vette dropped the bag back into the trunk and said, Dude, get out my face with that fake pimp shit cause I’m good on you, okay?

Big Daddy gave her a devilish grin before hopping back in his car and driving off. He kept an eye on her for months until the time was right to turn her out. Now that he had her right where he wanted her, he was planning on bringing Vette inside his world.

Big Daddy grabbed Vette, wrapped the belt around her arm, and pulled it as tight as he could.

Be cool, all your worries are about to be over with, he told her.

Vette pulled away from Big Daddy, but there wasn’t much that she could do. Big Daddy had her hands and legs tied and strapped to the barstool.

What you doing…no, please…, she whimpered. Big Daddy slapped the side of her arm and watched as her vein rose.

You for me now, bitch.

He plunged the needle in her arm and Vette whole body began to relax. Big Daddy grabbed the two wire hangers off the dresser and begin to twist them together. Then he told her, Ima make yo pretty black ass an offer you can’t refuse.

Vette couldn’t make out half of what he was saying to her, she was too busy nodding. Big Daddy grabbed Vette by the back of her neck, lifting, and turning her head. Ima fuck you and beat you until you do as I say, okay?, he said.

Vette muttered, pleeeasss-.

The sound of the wire touching against flesh made a snapping sound. Big Daddy grabbed Vette by the throat before she was able to make a sound. He positioned himself behind Vette and entered her. Vette made a loud squealing sound and Big Daddy hit her with the wire hangers.

Shut up, bitch…. Ima fuck you until yo pussy and asshole bleeding. When it heals up, we gone put it on the market.

(18 months later)

Vette laid under the fat, hairy John and tried to think of happier times. For the past six months Big Daddy had her doing at least 10 Johns a day at $2,500.00 dollas a John. If it wasn’t for Posha, she would have been on the stroll 24/7.

Vette met Posha doing a threesome, which turned into a robbery. Big Daddy took her to all out calls and waited until she was done. It was pouring down raining when they came to a stop in front of the Marriot Courtyard at the Pecanland Mall.

You know Big Daddy love you, right? he asked reaching over rubbing her thigh.

I know you love me, Big Daddy, she responded.

That’s right. Don’t nobody love you, but me. That’s why I only trust you to get my money. Room 226, das where the action gone be at. You gone do a 3-way for an hour and charge him for time and a half. You got that, right? he told her.

Vette nodded her head and as she reached for the doorknob.

Big Daddy grabbed hold of her wrist and said, Don’t get out of my whip and come out empty handed. Get my money at all costs. Now you know what I will do if you don’t do what I say.

You could have mistaken Vette for a bobble head by the way she was nodding her head up and down. Rain hit Vette in the face as soon as she stepped foot out of the car. She pulled her jacket tight and jogged towards the entrance. Once in the elevator, Vette took it to the second floor.

The door to room 226 was answered by a light skin female, wearing a red robe.

Come in, that nigga already sleep, said the woman.

Where the bathroom?, Vette asked walking into the room

Right there, said the woman. She looked back over her shoulder and said, By the way, I’m Posha. Vette was throwing up before she could make it to the toilet. Posha heard her collapse to the floor and rushed into the bathroom. What the fuck…please tell me that you not a junkie. I don’t have time to babysit; get the fuck up off the floor said Posha.

Vette had her whole head in the toilet. Had she not been feeling bad, she would have let her have it. I think I’m pregnant, please help me. I gotta get this money. Big Daddy gonna give me the needle and beat me if I don’t have his money she said. Posha stood there not knowing what to say. She had just run away from an abusive pimp and here Vette was, trying to put her right back with another one.

Posha had already clipped the John for everything just