Charlie Jade never thought she'd be a polygamist, let alone someone's 7th wife 🙄, yet here she is... and she loves it.
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Charlie went down the line of women in the living room, fixing lace fronts and adjusting thongs. A little baby oil on one.. lotion on another. Then she turned to the line of men to her left.. baby oil, glitter, lotion, adjust their briefs. Perfect. She took high def photos of both lines and then individual photos of them all, six men and six women. Vita happened to walk by looking for the baby who was in the sling on Charlie’s chest.
“I’ve come for my child,” she said, waiting. Charlie unswaddled the sleeping baby. N'Jada was so well behaved at times that Charlie should nearly forget the girl was on her chest. She gave her a light kiss on the forehead before handing her over.
“Auntie Vita is gonna take you for a bit,” Charlie whispered gently. N'Jada hardly reacted she was sleeping so good.
“What nonsense is going on and can I join,” Vita joked looking at the half naked bunch standing around.
“I don’t think you’ll want to. I’m trying to be a pimp but a fair and high class pimp and these are my employees. We’re gonna contact some bigwigs and moguls.. and see who bites. We just got everyone tested and three have herpes but that’s not a big deal. No one had gonorrhea or anything like that.” She turned back to the group. “You guys can put your clothes back on we got the photos.”
“Well…. I’ll let you… get back to it.” Vita turned slowly walking away with raised brows while Charlie waved.
“Bye Jada,” she whispered.
“It’s N'Jada,” Vita called back.
“She’s not old enough to say it,” Charlie mused. She liked omitting the N especially when Erik was around.. just to annoy him.
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The night came and the pool was hopping with guests as trap music blasted. People in diamonds and designer outfits were everywhere, models in the pool. The event was catered by the kitchen with shrimp cocktail, trays of hors d'oeuvres, and an open bar.
PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE WHORES DRUGS a sign said. Charlie knew that many of the partygoers did heroin, coke, and had pills and weed, but she was serious to the point of hiring security about her employees remaining sober during work. They could drink and do whatever after.
Charlie was charging a $5,000 fee at the pool house entrance for anyone who wanted to get in and partake in the orgy with her 12 babely employees, which she’d paraded at various times through the night. $2,000 for 40 minutes with one. 12% off the top she took for herself and the rest of the money was split between the twelve.
When the party was over, Charlie and her team were happy with their profits. She let them get drunk and party amongst themselves because it was only Friday and Saturday would be even busier.
