Savage Lady Hustle Quotes Novels & Stories

“What a shame what people will do, just to get money, those types seem so desperate that they are willing to do anything. It is like they are selling themselves so short, but hey it's their life” “Hey, Tiff, what do you think about women dancing for money?” “ Cut the bullshit Sunshyne, and tell me what you really want to know?” “Ok since you put it like that, I heard you were the one dancing at Jax club last night, you that desperate for money?” “To answer your question yes that was me dancing there last night, why I do it is none of your business. I’m a grown-ass woman, I don’t need no bitch telling on me, we are not kids anymore Sunshyne, so grow the fuck up”

The caller said seductively. Gosh! Why am I always lucky? Every lady wants me. “Well, are you sure you are pretty because I don’t carry ugly girls and….i hope you have big stuff?” I asked. “Oh no, I’m really pretty, and trust me, I have everything you will find in a lady and I’m sure you won’t regret,” She said eagerly. “Alright then, send me your nude pictures right away,” I said. “Alright baby, can tomorrow be okay, I’m so much eager,” She said.

Emma drawled slowly, dragging my name like she was tasting it, “you about to spread those legs wide and shake your boobs for strangers every damn night. Get used to being naked the second somebody says strip. This ain’t no shy-girl game no more. Welcome to the hustle, baby.” I shrugged off the blouse, popped the bra hook, and let my heavy boobs spill out free. Nipples already hard as bullets from the cold AC blast and the straight-up realness hanging thick in the room. That thin scar slashed across my ribs caught the light. A prison gift from some hoe who tried to kill me over a single pack of smokes. Bitch learned quick.

Who the heck is this lady? “How much?” My voice was pure steel. She shrugged. “Couple of thousands. You’ll survive.” A sharp laugh escaped me. “You’re actually proud of robbing me?” She tilted her head. “Robbing? That’s such an ugly word. Think of it as a service f*e.” I let out a slow breath, fighting the urge to drag her back and demand every damn cent. But something about her; her audacity, her complete disregard for who I was, was irritatingly intriguing.

Gross! "Fine. Take all the time you need, princess" she mocked. Why is she mocking me? I have the good sense to turn around, enter my car and just…yes! Finally, I got the right speech. "Well, life is not fair, Aniston and unfair things happen to people all the time. But we don't throw in the towel. Instead we suck it up and keep pushing" I clenched my fist in solidarity. Aniston narrowed her eyes on me. "Did you seriously just quote Coach Richardson from that movie 'boys on fire'? How dumb do you think I am?"

“I hope she can pay for all these she had been taking!” Lucy heard the lady and sighed. Even pathetic old ladies made fun of her. She banged the cup on the table, getting up. “Hey lady! Do you run your mouth with your customers?” she pointed at the lady. “How dare you look down on me!” The lady retorted. “What? What did I say?” Lucy advanced to the lady and slapped her hand on the table. “You think I didn’t hear you? Do you know who I am?” But she was a nobody. Just a young frustrated delinquent who was trying to get back on her feet.

To say I'm happy is an understatement,I'm just satisfied and contented that I'll finally have to work with this mysterious lady, Nicole. When we bumped into each other ,I learnt something about her,she's this fierce about life and is ready to do anything to get what she wants and the surprising thing is that she had the guts to hurl abuses at me ,like who the fuck does she think she is? I'm one of the richest young men in this country not to mention the company which is also doing well. Well I didn't think she knew me yet ,because every lady in this country would die just to have a glimpse of me.

she mutters " nope we will see at home , talking over the phone will be awkward. She sighs again, her heart heavy , She stands up and packs her things and leaves . Scarlett walks to the bus terminal humming , passerbys stop recognizing her immediately. " Hey you " a lady yells blocking her way " Uh " " How can you snatch someone husband and still be happy are you even human" the lady said loudly drawing attention. " Yeah you're evil " another woman adds " You made our Camila cry " . Scarlett gasps stepping back at the sight of people surrounding her " I-I " " See she doesn't even know what to say , you're really heartless, such a whore " a lady said and throws an egg directly on her

“Robert Heineken once said, ‘A true lady takes off her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best.’” “I love that quote of yours. Shows you’ve been doing your assignment. I’m glad you are not angry with me anymore.” “I hope you can show me how much I mean to you – more than anything in this world or out of this world.” “I will show you to the point you’d be screaming my name; forgetting yours,” I said to her. “I’m wet already, but it’s not too late to eat this pussy. I want to sit on your face and cum so hard for you.”

Sylvia caressed my back, her eyes watering as well but she didn't speak. “I knew I was going to go to hell. I sold my soul for money so they stayed clean, and what did I get in return? betrayal." I informed in-between sobs, my heart threatening to burst from pain. “I know I am not pretty like most ladies, but am I really that unliveable?" “Don't say that. You deserve love, cause you are an amazing woman, and if no one tells you that, you have to keep telling yourself," she encouraged, caressing the back of my palms.