I’m handling the phone, she gives me the prices of $80 short stay (10 minutes), $100 half hour, and $120 for an hour. I said ok and I wait on clients. The night was dead for her. The only client who came, saw her and walked out. We went to bed and I wake up to my phone again buzzing like crazy I look and of course it’s Jarrett!
He had posted on my Facebook that I suck old man dick for money. My family is seeing and commenting on this so I flip. That’s when he tells me he gave all my stuff to a bum and was going for a walk. Hell no. So I call Z and we head over to the motel. Z snaps and makes Jarrett delete the post and finds my things which are under the bed. As I have his phone it starts blowing up and we see that not only is everyone from our hometown texting him asking about the post but also a drug dealer from Tampa was texting.
Z asks who he is and Jarrett explains that he told a random guy on the street his girlfriend is a prostitute and coming home with all kinds of money to pay for what the guy had fronted him. Z freaked out had him on the floor crying and admitting to being a bitch. He told him to grab his shit and start walking. Like the original story Jarrett starts punching himself in the face slamming his head off walls crying and acting a total fool. Z says since people know that we’re dancers and that at least one girl was trapping we need to leave immediately and they would break in assuming there’s money in the room.
We drove over to the hotel his fiancé was staying in and again Aziah got to selling herself. While we all walk around the hotel we get back after her first call an old Chaldean man she made $80 cool. Next they’re asking for an outcall she agrees so we get in the car and head out. On the way there the texts start to get odd they begin asking if there’s more than one girl because his friends are over. We say no and continue to try to understand his broken English. We get there and Aziah heads in.
She never texts Z the code word (Gucci) to let us know that she was okay, got her money, and would be out soon. So I knock on the door. The door flies open to a room full of half-naked Mexican men and Aziah’s pathetic ass already naked. I asked if she was good and if she’d gotten her money (what should have been $100 from each guy). She explained they refused to pay upfront and that she couldn’t understand them much. I look at her with this ‘could you be that dumb’ kind of look, throw her clothes at her, and demand she get back in the car before she gets herself killed over a few hundred dollars.
She gets in the car and Z is furious screaming at her the entire way. We get back to the hotel and things are calm. She gets another outcall. A hotel across the street in room 111. We drop her off for what was supposed to be an hour and since we were across the street did leave. We come back 45 minutes later and Aziah won’t answer and again we realize we never got the code text.
Z and I run inside and head up to 111 they open the door and Aziah isn’t there. I start blowing her up and hear her phone through the door of 101. I can hear her talking so we assume she’s ok. Z had me knock on the door. This giant and I truly mean giant black male opens the door and smiles. I said “I’m here for Zola?”
He laughs and closes the door behind me. I’m a mom so I’m freaking out at this point. Aziah is in the back bedroom. I walk in and there’s beds on beds in this room! Each one covered in Michael Kors and all kinds of name brands. Working in Detroit I knew what was going on immediately!! I grab Aziah and tell her she’s an idiot and the man is a pimp! A large scale one at that. I grab her things and we start rushing out and of course seeing as how he’s the size of a sky scraper he stops us and won’t let us leave. Eventually I get the door open and run making as much noise as possible. No smart pimp will chase in a hotel and make a scene. Aziah is right behind me and we see Z and Jarrett. Crying, I explain the situation and unfortunately that’s where my story of drama runs dry. There were no hand guns nor any murder. Z called the police and said a pimp was living there and tried to kidnap his daughter and her friend and hung up. We return to the hotel and Aziah is on the phone again. I said “Hell no, you’re done! We’re almost dying and you’ve made $80 today. F*ck you.”
Jarrett and Aziah fall asleep and I tell Z they both need to take their psycho asses home. Z buys them tickets for the next flight out. I play dumb and head to bed. Z wakes them up 6am the next morning like here your shit is packed, you gotta go! Jarrett I’m taking your phone with you runnin your mouth. Jarrett freaks! Starts crying again begging me to leave with him saying I’m all he has blah blah. Z cracks up out of nowhere because Jarrett’s ex is calling under the contact name of “my love”.
I answer it and sit on the balcony talking to her learning quite a bit. That’s when, yes, Jarrett for the 50th time in our relationship threatens suicide and swears he’s gonna jump off the balcony. Z just grabs him and takes him to the car.
So sorry no crazy cliff hanger here – or in this case balcony hanger. They were sent home I enjoyed my last day in Florida at the pool and headed to the next state to see my daughter thanks to Aziah’s money haha. So all in all like my Twitter says I give Aziah a round of applause on her creativity. After years of a blog and trapping this girl finally got some attention.”
Hmm. Well ok. Sounds fair. Now let’s hear from Jarrett!!! 🙂
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