Brooklyn Brothel by C. Stecko

me. She turned away, grabbed her purse, and left the room without sayin’ one word. I remained stuck, frozen, with the sheet pulled up around my neck. I was too ashamed to lift myself from the bed without any clothes on. As I searched the floor with my eyes lookin’ for my dress from last night, Sasha hopped up ass-naked like everythin’ was cool. Her breasts shook out in the open and her smooth skin flaunted openly for everyone to see. Again, the snickers from across the room shamed me.
    “Fuck them,” Sasha said loudly.
    I glanced ova to see everyone fleein’ from the room. Sasha didn’t talk a lot, but when she spoke most people listened. While we got dressed, she rattled on about her plan. She told me that she had a lot of money saved and could helpme get Carlton back. She said she was about to get her daughter from her mother, and together we could have a good life.
    In my mind, I started repeatin’ the ridiculous word,
together
. She said after I got my money from Betty I could just leave with her. When I told her I would think about it, she snapped.
    “Didn’t you enjoy last night?” she barked.
    “Ah…yeah.”
    “Well, what’s the problem? I can make you feel good like that all the time.”
    Her voice was sharp, and unwelcomin’. I needed some space. “Last night was good, Sasha, I just need time to think. That’s it,” I said, headin’ to the shower.
    She seemed a little exasperated by my response. “I need to know by tonight!” she shouted, while angrily throwing her clothes around in her suitcase.
    I took my time washin’ my pussy and all in the cracks where Sasha’s tongue had played, hoping she would forget about what happened with us. As soon as I stepped from the shower, a nightmare stood waitin’ to happen. She looked angry, like she wanted to kick my ass. Betty was in my doorway.
    “What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t bring that dyke shit up in here!” she told us all.
    I stood drippin’ wet with my towel wrapped tightly around me. I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. But when Sasha spoke up being real cocky, we all looked surprised.
    “Look, we’re two grown adults. We didn’t fuck on your time and didn’t make you lose any money. So now what?” Her eyes took Betty head on.
    I guess Betty knew Sasha didn’t have a pimp, so she targeted me personally.
    “Just what if I called Bo, and told him about your lil’freaky, twisted-ass rendezvous. You already in hot water, girl!”
    “Call’em,” I said, tryna be strong. “It’ll probably turn’em on. And he might want me to bring Sasha back with me.”
    My comment had Betty at a loss for words. She turned and left when Maria walked back in. Maria was a Spanish chick from Texas who had talked to me for the first time yesterday. She loved to speak Spanish behind Betty’s back callin’ her all kinds of sluts and otha foul names. She gave me a high-five and asked me if I would pin her hair up when she got out the shower.
    “Sure I will,” I said, tryna find my best outfit for the day. With three days left, this had to be a big money day for me.
    “Maria’s a big girl. She can do her own hair,” Sasha blurted out in a nasty tone.
    “But she asked me to do it.” I held my palms open, wonderin’ what was the big deal.
    “Then you do it,” she snapped, and stormed from the room.
    I had the deer stuck in headlights look on my face. “What the hell is wrong with her?” I asked Maria.
    Maria had her hands on her hips. “Girl, you gave her the coochie, that’s what’s wrong. You don’t ever give another chick your goods, ’cause they all get possessive, especially, white girls.”
    “Oh, so she thinks I’m her girl now?”
    “That’s what’s she’s telling everybody.”
    “Oh, hell no…I gotta get this shit straight. I got a man,” I boasted. “Last night was just sex.”
    “You better tell her that, ’cause your mouth must’ve told her something else. Better yet, don’t touch my hair. You