Diary of a Female Pimp: Chapter 5 "At The Ritz Carlton With My Bitches. Our 1st Gig!"

The guest would be arriving at The Ritz Carlton Suite in 2 days. "Mr.Black Card" was very pleased with my menu of demands in preparation for them and had already provided me with the down payment to have things set up. The guest of course had very expensive taste and along with providing entertainment, I decided to keep my "business" well rounded by providing a fully catered evening as well. Food, drinks and "party favors." I rented a separate 3 bedroom, ocean front suite for the night and made arrangements with the Ritz kitchen for the catering. According to "Mr.Black Card", Cocaine and Marijuana were the "party favors" of choice. They take hits the entire night and it was very important that they did not run out. (shout out to my boy for holding me down that night and being available on demand. *u know who u are*) My main attractions were Honey, Alize, Karen, Barbie & Phoenix. I decided to throw in an extra girl to ensure that there would always be someone on the small stage I had set up in the living room area. They had to be stimulated from the time they walked in until the end of the night. I also borrowed 3 of the cocktail waitresses from the club that I had grown fond of and trusted, to be the servers and bartenders. My shit was looking pretty tight! Finally, the morning of the party had arrived. I called all of my girls to make sure everybody was on the same page and would be on time. It was important that I briefed them on the rules for the evening as well as giving them a bio of the clients. What they liked to do; Who was the breast man; Which one liked anal; Which one was into feet; Who drank what; Which client I had them in mind for, etc... I had also purchased some uniforms for my waitresses. French maid outfits and they were ULTRA sexy. The gentleman would be waiting to hear from me around 5:30pm advising them of the room number and the party was to kick off around 7:00pm. I checked into the room around 4:00pm and all of my girls were with me by 5:00pm. I will never forget how gorgeous the view was from that room. The water was tranquil and the breeze filled the room with the aroma from the beach. I was getting a little bit nervous and replaying in my head how I would handle worst case scenario. What if we got busted? What if more than the arranged amount of men showed up and tried to rape myself and my girls? What was I thinking? Why didn't I bring protection or hire a bodyguard? I don't know how, with all of this preparation to make this evening so perfect I could forget the most important thing. I quickly scrambled through my phonebook to see who I could call. These girls trusted me and there was no way I could let them down with something as important as this. I stepped outside on the balcony to get some privacy, I didn't want them to know how panicked I was. The first phone call I made was to one of my fuck buddies that was a promoter in Miami. I knew he wouldn't be too far because he had a party that night. I told him that a few girlfriends of mine were hanging in the area, I didn't know some of the guys and wanted him to keep his phone close just in case anything popped off. He always walked with a licensed gun so after hanging up from him I felt a little bit better. I went back in side and began the inspection of my girls. I don't know why I felt I needed to do this. I figured, if these guys are going to be all up in every possible crevice on these girls, I need to make sure there is nothing there to disgust them. I had everyone strip naked and lay on the bed. I will admit that I was getting my own bit of satisfaction from having these gorgeous women naked and spread eagle on the bed. Especially Honey! She was such a flirt when it came to me and made sure I took my time in examing her body. She looked at me intently as she took my fingers and placed them between her pussy lips. It was so wet and smelled so sweet. I was tempted to taste but had to quickly remind myself of her proffession. I was never one for playing Russian Roulette. I checked around there breast, under there arms, behind there ears, made sure there pussies were cleanly waxed. I had asked that they get full body waxes a few days before to ensure they were as clean as a whistle. No chewing gum, NEVER discuss money, no cursing during conversations only when engaging in sex and manage your liquor intake. We created codes between the girls and the waitresses so they would know when to go light on the drinks for them or if they were feeling uncomfortable. We had substitute batches of cocaine that was actually powder. This was so the girls could use that instead of the cocaine or when they reached there limit. It was 6:50pm and the clients would be here in 10 minutes. The food was ready, my bartender was ready, the party favors were on deck, the cocktail waitresses were ready and the music was right. I poured each of my girls a glass of champagne and lined my bitches up in the front.(I got that idea from the Bunny Ranch show on HBO) At 7:00pm on the eye, I hear a knock at the door. My heart drops to my stomach. This is it, there is no turning back now. It's do or die at this point. I place my hand on the doorknob, turn to my girls, give them a wink and say:

"Lets make this fucking money."

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Diary of a Female Pimp: Chapter 4 "Let's Talk Business Sir"

As I am waking up from probably one of my most eventful 24hour periods, I can't help but pinch myself. What I experienced was something I may have read about or saw in a movie. To actually live it was surreal. I leaned over and reached for the pants I had on and pulled out Mr. Black Cards note. "Doing business with me further." I still didn't know how to interpret that. I almost wanted to think it was a setup but strayed from that thought because of the things that I knew actually went down in that room. If he was an undercover would he go through all of that? I jumped in the shower and got myself ready for what would be a late breakfast. I needed to get use to this schedule. Sleeping during the day and up all hours of the night. I grabbed my laptop and headed to IHOP. While ordering my meal, I kept staring at the note. Should I call? I dial his number and after 3 rings he picks up. I introduce myself, ask for him and as I am about to remind him of who I was he stops me. "Nina, how could I forget you. I am glad you called." He then asks me if I would be free for lunch the next day to chat. "Nina, the sensitivity of our conversation and the fact that I want to see your pretty face again leads me to be more comfortable with that." I was hesitant, but felt if he lets me pick a spot it would be ok. I decided to not tell him the location until the last minute. As I put down my phone, it starts to rings. It was Honey, she was in the area and wanted to know what I was doing, so I invited her for breakfast and to pick her brain on Mr. Black Card. I had an idea that whatever Mr. Black Card wanted would involve Honey. I told her that I would be meeting with him tomorrow and wondered if she would be interested in seeing him privately if the conversation came up. She was more than happy with the idea and said that her Brazilian friends from the club were interested in working with me as well. "Working with me?" They were impressed that on my first day I was able to land such a big gig for Honey and wanted me to know that any client I had for them would always take priority over what they are doing. It took me a bit to process what they were saying but I kept the gesture under advisement. Honey and I parted ways that afternoon and I went home to prepare for an evening out with my girlfriends. The next day arrived and as I started to get ready for my lunch date, Mr. Black Card called. He wanted to know where I decided to meet up for lunch. I chose an outside cafe right in the middle of South Beach on Ocean Dr. Seeing him in the daylight was actually quite a surprise. He didn't seem that attractive at the club but was pretty decent in person. We sat down and he looked at me with this huge smile. "Nina, my Nina. I can tell you are a business woman and a very savvy one at that." I responded, "Really? what makes you say that?" (playing dumb of course because at this point in my life I hadn't worked for a few years because of "savvy" business investments.) He tells me, "its a feeling. How you carry yourself. I can tell you are confident with your words and actions." I smiled and opted to get to the business at hand. " So what kind of business were you looking to have me be apart of, how can I help you?" He begins to tell me that he has some business partners all over the world that travel to Miami often. Whenever they come they usually get call girls for a weekend and have a good time. However, most recently one of them got caught up in a sting and they are afraid to try that service again. He advised me that these clients being happy is extremely important to his business. If they don't come as often as they did it hurts his pockets. He said he feels as though I would be able to safely make these arrangements for him and maintain the privacy and discresion he would need. The clients were looking to come this side of town within the next 2 weeks and would be staying at the Ritz Carlton in Miami Beach. This trip would only be 3 clients,so he said he wanted at least 3 girls for the weekend. At this point in the conversation I was in complete disbelief. Is this shit really about to go down??! I immediately thought about the conversation I had with Honey the day before and her girlfriends being anxious to "work with me." Towards the end of our lunch he tells me that he understands this is kind of on the spot, so he will give me a few days to gather my thoughts and tell him the costs. He gave specifications on the kind of girls they liked and the kind of things these girls had to be open to doing. I quickly shifted into business mode and assured him I would have a complete menu within the next 48-72 hours. He seemed pleased with my answer and we ended our lunch date. On my way back to the car I called Honey. She didn't answer, so I left her a message telling her to call me as soon as possible. My mind was going a million miles a minutes. I had so many questions, I was confused, excited and surprised at how seamlessly I was handling this. I've always been a paper chaser and open to a variation of ways to get it, but THIS!!??!! This was on another level!! My phone rings, its Honey. As I answer, the only thing that I could put together and say at that moment was, "are you ready to make this fucking money? Without skipping a beat she replies, "Always Mammi, let's do it!"



Those words made my pussy tremble then leak.....Hey, what can I say? Money makes me cum......*wink*

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Diary of a Female Pimp: Chapter 3 "Mr.Black Card"

When I walked in the dressing room Honey was naked from head to toe and wiping her pussy with baby wipes. As soon as she saw me she ran over and gave me one of the warmest hugs that to date can't be beat. I was very curious to hear what happened and she was just as eager to tell. Apparently, "Mr.Black Card" has some very interesting fetishes. She said the first thing he wanted to do was lay her on her back and stick his tongue in her ass, while she pinched on his nipples and slapped on his face hard. During the 3 hours they were in the room, "Mr. Black Card" paged me and asked if I could have someone purchase a strap on for him. He asked for nothing less than 9 inches and wanted it to be thick. I thought maybe he had problems getting hard and wanted to use it on her or have another girl join them and watch them fuck each other. My brain was rattling with the possibilities, but I don't think I was ready for what Honey was about to tell me. This guy enjoys being fucked in the ass by women while he jerks his own dick! Honey said it was the most fun she had during her entire career as a dancer. She said after a good hour on and off of her fucking him, he then bent her over and began sucking on her pussy from the back and playing with her clit.  Then he took his fingers and entered into her pussy resting them on her G-spot. Honey said she kept getting this strong sensation to pee and was petrified. When she couldn't hold back anymore she warned him of her fears and he begged her to please pee in his mouth. I was floored! If he had not paged me personally and asked that I purchase a dildo with such specific instructions on its length and width, I might have thought Honey was bullshitting. By this time a few of her Brazilian friends had started to trickle into the dressing room and listening to her story. Honey started to talk to them in Portuguese and every once in awhile they would glance at me.That night Honey made $4800 from "Mr.Black Card." As she tallied up her money for the evening, she walks over to me, her eyes filling up with tears and she says to me in her broken English. "Nina, I knew you would bring me luck and take care of me from I first meet you. I am so happy you come here." She then opens my hand and puts a wad of $20's in it. "Nina takes care of Honey; Honey takes care of Nina." At that moment the intercom goes off in the dressing room and the manager asks that I come to the front office. I kiss Honey on the cheeks and thank her. When I go to the front, the manager hands me an envelope and says its from my 3 hour champagne room customer. I open it and immediately see 5 crisp $100 bills. Along with the money is a note. "Miss Nina, I appreciate everything you have done for me this evening and would be interested in doing business with you further. Please give me a call." Is this really happening? What does this mean? I take the number, put it in my back pocket then add the $500 to the money Honey gave me. I go to the dressing room to say my final goodbyes and head to my car. Once in my car I pull out the money from Honey and begin to count. She gave me $1000 that night. All together I made $2800. What rested on my mind was that more than half of my money came from setting up the arrangements with Honey and "Mr. Black Card." As I sat there thinking about the night, I reached for the note with his number and read it to myself again. "Doing business with me further?" Hmmmmmm...........I wonder what "Mr.Black Card" has in mind?


To Be Continued......


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Diary of a Female Pimp: Chapter 2 "My First Day at Work"

So here I am, first day on the job. I didn't know what to expect and as I think back on it, I was very nervous. It's one thing to get the party on an poppin when your drinking and having fun, but was I really capable of doing the same thing "on demand?" When I pulled up to the parking lot, I had a nice size roach (small remnants of a blunt) in my ashtray and decided to take a few hits to help with my nerves. When I walked in, who do I see first? My Brazilian boo, Honey. I hadn't had a chance to call her that week but she still seemed so happy to see me. When our eyes met she made a loud yelping sound and jumped on me. Damn! Good thing I had a strong stance or we would have both been on the ground. She started kissing me on my neck and cheeks asking me what I was doing there and if I came to see her. I told her the owner offered me a gig so I figured I would try it out. She walked me to the dressing room and re-introduced me to the girls. Well, let me say this. It was a re-introduction for them but an introduction for me. I was too fucked up that night to remember most of those women. They all seemed to be pleased and immediately took a liking to me. Honey had some girls that she was pretty close with and they didn't speak much English. She started to say something to them in Portuguese and they looked at me smiling. I asked Honey what she told them. She said she told them, how much she likes me and that I make her feel safe. Feel safe? I was thrown by that statement because I don't know what I could have done in my drunken state to make her feel safe. I just nodded and said "no worries, as long as I am here I will make sure you do well and keep you as safe as I possibly can." I had no idea that what I said would be translated the way it was. That was just me being nice and having conversation. In my head at that time, I didn't really have a plan or purpose for Honey. As far as I was concerned, she was a familiar face that would help me get through my jitters and familiarize me with the club. It was a Friday night and the club expected a pretty big turn out. When I went out on the floor it wasn't that busy yet, so Honey and I grabbed a drink and sat at a corner table to talk. She says to me "mommy I want only you to serve me tonight." If a guy is interested in me let me know what he wants to do and I can work something out." Wants to do? Work something out? This bitch be fucking in this club???!!!! Light bulbs went off in my head. I always heard about it but to actually be faced with it, kind of threw me for a loop. Within the next 30 minutes the club started to get busy. I was now nice off my weed, the few drinks I had with Honey and ready to mingle. I figured, why be anything else but "Nina". That's what got me the gig, so lets just have fun and make it a great night. I will never forget my first customer. He was an Italian guy. Tall, brown skin with a gorgeous smile. I walk over to his table and the first thing he says to me is "your new." I respond, "well your evidently not new, so how can I help you?" All of this of course with a flirtatious smile and body language. He laughs, "wow, spicy, sexy and a NY girl. Let me get a shot of Remy and a red bull." I take his order to the bar and quickly bring it back to him. The tab was $16.00. He gave me a $50.00 and said "keep the change." Keep the change??? That was a $32.00 tip???!!! He ask me my name and tells me to keep his glass full for the evening and he only wants me at his table. That night my Italian customer had 5 rounds and each time he tipped me the same amount. I continued to work the floor and made sure Honey and her customers were well taken care of. Apparently, I wasn't the only one looking at Honey that night. An older Spanish gentleman stopped me as I was walking by his table and asked me what she was drinking. He wanted to buy her a bottle of whatever it was and have me send her a message. To this day I don't know what made me respond this way, but I turned to him and said. " Honey is a very private and romantic woman. If you want to impress and get to know her, let me know your budget and I will set up something nice for you." This man looks at me, smiles, and hands me a Black American Express card. This would have been the 3rd time in my life I had seen one of these cards. I knew right away this man was MONEY!!!! The black card is "by invitation only." In order to be invited you must spend a minimum of $250,000 and your annual fee was $2,500. I took the card out of his hand and told him to follow me. I reserved the biggest VIP room we had, ordered 2 bottles of our finest champagne as well as a bottle of what he was drinking. I asked him what he liked to eat and ordered him as well as Honey some food. While he got cozy, I went to Honey and told her to take a quick shower, redo her makeup, change into something new and meet me in VIP room #4 in no more that 30 minutes. She looked at me funny wondering what was going on. I held her face and I said, "didn't you ask me to take care of you and didn't you say I made feel you safe?" She shakes her head in agreement. "Then trust me and lets make this money.".........


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Diary of a Female Pimp: Chapter 1 "The Morning After"

The morning after a night of hard partying is always a bitch. I woke up in a house that wasn't familiar, with people I didn't recognize and my ass hurt. I had the headache of a lifetime. I didn't question the ass pain too much because I was in a house full of women, but then again.....never mind. I searched around for my phone and immediately called my girls. I hear a phone in a neighboring room and soon realize that my girls were all safe and sound with me. A few minutes later I see a gorgeous looking woman come into the bedroom with a tray of food. It was "Honey", my Brazilian boo. Apparently, I stayed at the club until after hours and continued drinking with the owner and his cronies. They put us in a limo and we ended up in this big ass house in Davie, FL. I didn't realize how big this house was until about a good hour and a half of sobering up. This mother fucker had a West wing and an East wing in that bitch. He had a full size Olympic pool in what I think was his backyard. The shit was about as big as the parking lot of Sawgrass Mills Mall. (look it up) I later found out this was one of the many homes of the owner that he called the "party house." A fucking 3.7 million dollar house is your "party house?" His "guest house" was a 4 bedroom 3.5 bathroom on its own acre of land. This was just a completely different type of living. My Brazilian boo "Honey" told me that I threw up on myself and was a complete mess. This wonderful woman stripped me completely naked, ran me a tub of bubble bath water and washed every part of my body. I was wondering why I smelled so damn good after a night of sweating so hard. I will never forget, she made me scrambled eggs with cheese, some toast and a cup of coffee. By this time my girls had woken up and we started reminiscing about our evening.(at least what we remembered) One of the lady's in the house came to us and said our ride was outside to take us back to our cars. Honey was so sad to see me go, I was starting to believe she might actually really like me. I gave her my number and told her to call me so we could hang out sometime. As I was walking to the limo my phone went off, it was a text. It was Honey with her broken English and she said, "I am so happy I you meet and I promise you will see me soon beleza preta." Damn, Nina!! What the fuck happened last night???!!! When we entered the limo the driver pulled down the barrier window and told me I have a call coming through on line one, make sure you answer. I answered the phone and it was the owner I spoke with last night. He wanted to make sure I didn't forget what we spoke about and asked that I come to the club to start working that Friday. Oh shit!! This mother fucker was serious!!! He asked that I wear black leather pants and he would provide my shirt. During the ride home I had to slowly start to wrap my head around what I just agreed to. I know that the liquor had alot to do with my decision but I have never been the one to back out from a commitment or easy money. This man was saying I could potentially bring home $1000.00 cash a night. I figured, if he was bullshitting me that would be my easy out. Then I could go back to my normal scheduled program as I knew it.



The shit was official, I could now add "cocktail waitress" to my resume.....What I didn't know is that I would soon be adding another title to my resume..........


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Diary of a Female Pimp: My Introduction into the Industry

I am in complete disbelief that of all the things I have shared with my readers I neglected to share with them the brief fours years of my life that I....well I like to call it "managed pussy." It's best I begin by telling you how I fell into this "profession." Crazy as I think about it but it really gave me some insight on the "power of persuasion." I moved to the south with a decent bucket of money to invest in some real estate. It was booming down there at that time and quickly became a mad rush to get what you could and as much as you could. Real Estate agents and mortgage brokers were making tons of money and just dominating the business world. Everyone was going back to school to get their real estate license and getting loans to open there own office. It was madness, and many people hit gold mines with properties they were able to purchase. At one point after the real estate agents began making so much money, they started doing showings on properties they purchased exclusively. Needless to say I ate good during this time. I didn't intend on moving to the South.  When I came down, after a few weeks, I decided to not go back. Miami was the shit! Being so close to the Caribbean afforded me the luxury of island hopping and traveling all over the world. One evening a few girlfriends of mine and I decided to take a trip to a local strip club. Now for those of you that know me personally, or my readers that have been following me faithfully, shouldn't be surprised when I say one thing I do very well is work a crowd. If I am having a good time I want everybody in my circle to enjoy themselves as well. One of my business partners said it best: "Nina you bring a ray of sunshine wherever you go." That night I shut that mother fucking club down! We had all the girls at our table giving us FREE dances and buying US drinks. Dancers would just walk over to our table get completely naked, do everything and anything on demand. This was all without us spending a dime. I remember there was a young girl there from Brazil that walked over to me when we first sat down. The baddest bitch I had seen all month. She leans over whispers in my ear and says, "I want to dance for you." I really had no intentions of getting a dance and didnt want her to waste time with me when she could be making money. As I began to decline her offer she grabs my hands and says "for free mommy, I just want to feel your body." Feel my body??? I was confused. She was gorgeous and had the prettiest skin I've ever seen. With no hesitation she began to remove her top, straddled me and started kissing on my neck. Her name was "Honey." She kept whisperiing in my ear how much I made her horney, how she loved how my hands felt on her body and then begged me to slip my fingers in her pussy so she could cum. Of course I obliged......;-)
 We had all the customers and high rollers hanging out with us. Buying bottles and bottles of champagne, getting private rooms, VIP's were coming over to our table wondering "who the fuck is this bitch?" They made it rain at our table like it was going outta style. It seems as though people were calling their friends because within a few hours that club was PACKED and this was a Tuesday evening. I remember seeing Deon Sanders brother in there that night and he sent over a stack of 1's as tall as a Heineken bottle just to make sure we were able to keep the bitches around us happy. We had female customers going on stage, getting naked and being eaten out by some of the dancers. We had blow jobs going down free willy in the back. That night it was " Club Nina." Towards the end of the evening as the DJ started to wind things down the Manager came over to my table and said the owner is there and wanted to speak with me. I was fucked up outta my mind but pulled myself together and walked into a back room to talk to this guy. He said to me that in the x amount of years he's had this club he has never seen a customer get it crunk the way I did. That night they made more money than any Tuesday since the club had opened, even when they have featured guests. He then asked me if I was looking for a job and if I would be interested in working for the club. I thought he wanted me to strip, but cleared it up and said he wanted me to work as a cocktail waitress. He wanted me to continue to work the audience the way I did that night. I wasn't looking for a job and definitely didn't see being a damn cocktail waitress at a strip club in my future. I guess he saw in my face that I wasn't impressed and felt the need to up the stakes. He took my hand, put $1000.00 cash in them and said "you make your own hours, you'll have unlimited access to the bar whenever you are here whether you are working or not and if you can get the crowd crunk like this, I can guarantee you will see what I put in your hands and even more in tips every night. I was sold!


That night was my first and official introduction into the sex industry........
 
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