When A Woman Hustles by Danielle Martin (books for men to read TXT) 📕

over with and collect her next payment. She wanted to slap herself upside the head for not being smarter with her money. It had only been 1 week. She already spent half of her cash on stupid shit and had absolutely nothing to show for it.

She approached room #487. Reese stood in front of the door contemplating whether or not she really wanted to go in. Anything could go wrong at any time. She was placing herself directly in the crosshairs and it was too late to turn back. She was an accomplice now.

Balling up her first, Reese lightly knocked on the door three times and took a step back. She stood still waiting for the door to open.  Soft, sensual music spilled from behind the thick walls. Marvin Gaye. Hmmmm. That’s weird.

Moments went by, still no answer. Her heart beat quickened. What is taking her so damn long to answer the door???

 She checked her watch. She wasn’t early, she wasn’t late. Reese balled up her fist to knock again. Before her hand could touch the door, it suddenly cracked open no more than 2 inches wide. Her heart stopped as she stood frozen, her hand still raised in midair. She waited for Pumpkin to peep her head outside the door. She did not. "Hello?" Reese spoke through the partially cracked door.

"Come innnnn." She heard a familiar female voice hum behind the door. Reese thought twice before reaching for the door handle. She was tired of walking into strange places not knowing what the hell was going. A heads up would have been nice.

She hesitantly proceeded forward. Things were different now. This time, she had protection that she wasn’t afraid to use if shit went down. Placing her hand on the door knob, Reese pushed open the door and stepped inside the dimly lit hotel room. It was a large, spacious suite. The aroma of scented candles filled the room. Reese was taken aback by the calm atmosphere as her eyes traveled around the living area. Rose pedals sprinkled the floor. A bucket of fresh fruit, chocolate, and whip cream sat beside the door.

 "Mmmmmmmm." She heard a woman’s soft moan creep from around the corner. Reese froze. I have got to be in the wrong room. Oh my God.

 "Hello?" She called out again making her presence known. "Mmmmmmmm." the woman moaned even louder. Reese inched forward, approaching the double doors which led to the hotel bedroom. Peeking her head inside, Reese felt her body completely stiffen. Her mouth dropped open. What the fuck is thisssss???

There laid Pumpkin, her body positioned at the top of the bed. She moaned loudly as she straddled a man underneath her, sitting on his face with her dress hiked up, exposing her bare ass. "Mmmmm." Pumpkin continued to moan as she twirled her hips in circles, rotating on his face as he laid underneath her, eating her pussy as if he she were an entree. What the hell is she doing????

Pumpkin heard her come in. She looked over her shoulder, her face appearing distressed as her body shook. She climaxed. "Ohhhhhhhhh." Pumpkin cried out as she jerked. Her hip grinding came to a stop as she lightly slumped over, leaning over the headboard. “Woooooo.” Pumpkin fanned herself. She looked over her shoulder again, making eye contact with Reese who still stood at the foot of the door with her mouth hung open. “Hey girl.” Pumpkin greeted her casually as if it were an ordinary day in the park. Reese could feel her stomach turn. The man continued to lay underneath Pumpkin, stroking his long hard erection which poked through his zipper hole. "My special friend is here." Pumpkin smirked again while nodding her head for Reese to come over. "Don’t be shy, he doesn’t bite. He just sucks." Pumpkin threw her head back and laughed at her ridiculous joke. Reese continued to stand frozen in the doorway. I don’t get down like this. Oh hell noooooo!

Pumpkin shifted her weight, allowing the man to lift his head up.

Reese met eyes with him as he sat up, smirking while he looked her up and down. "Mmmmm. Baby girl you fine too. I'm seeing a double take right now." He licked his lip, gawking after Reese as if she was a piece of meat on a stick.

Her stomach did flip flips. "Come on over here lil mama. Come sit on my face. Let me taste you.”

Reese wanted so badly to tell him how she really felt.  You disgusting pervert, you will never touch me!!! Pumpkin had slowly inched to a corner in the room out of eyesight. Her expression had turned serious. She was up to something. Reese could see it all over her face. There was no more time to wait. Her next move was completely on he and she would be a fool to sit around and wait for directions. It was time to prove she had what it takes. Her time was now.

 Stepping forward Reese inched towards the foot of the bed, sliding her thigh on the outside of her dress so he could admire her smooth brown skin. Immediately, he took the bait, his mouth drooling the closer she stepped. "What’s your name honey?" she asked as he lay back on the bed, stroking his erection which grew in the center of his palm.

"They call me coach Ross Baby." He smirked while he continued to stroke himself, his eyes locked on her as she stood over him. She raised an eyebrow, curious to know what baller Pumpkin had cased up this time.

"And why do they call you Coach Ross, if you don’t mind me asking?"

He laughed as if she was crazy for not knowing who he was. "I'm a head NFL football couch. I make over 8 figures a year baby." He continued to stare her down waiting for her to climb up beside him. "And what’s your name sexy?" His voice purred in heat.

"Butterfly." Reese answered with the first ridiculous name she could think of. She kept her distance at the foot of the bed because if he touched her, she was reliable to vomit. Reese looked over at Pumpkin again watching her closely out the side of her eye. She was hunched over in the corner, leaned behind the nightstand to retrieve something. Moments later, she emerged, her shiny silver 9mm handgun appearing from behind the stand. Quickly Pumpkin concealed the gun, hiding it behind her back. She placed a finger over her lips, shushing her. Shit was about to go down.

 Reese reverted her attention back to the football coach. Coach Ross, huh? Google is a mother fucker. We will see if you really make 8 figures.

Pumpkin had stepped in closer to the bed, the gun still hidden behind her back. "Hey Butterfly." Pumpkin went along with her fake name. She used her free hand and threw a black tie across the room in Reese’s direction, which she caught with one hand. "Why don’t you tie him up? Let’s show him what we really like to do." Reese looked at the black tie in the center of her hand, then back at the coach, who held out his wrist willingly, waiting to be tied. It was now or never.

She pushed up on the bed and climbed to where he was laying. Her stomach flip flopped as they made contact. Although he wasn’t a bad looking man, she couldn’t help but feel disgusted to see him laying here with his dick hanging out of his pants waiting to be groped. She gathered his hands, using the black tie to securely tie them to the headboard. She made sure to twist multiple knots to ensure he could not escape. She glanced down at him again. Unlike the last man, his eyes were not tied so he could see everything. Suddenly becoming overwhelmed, Reese felt as if this were her moment. It was time to prove herself.

She didn’t say another word. Reese quickly reached into her purse that she strapped across her shoulder. She pulled out the gun, which was fully loaded. Everything from that point felt like a blur. The expression on his face drastically changed. He held his eyes wide open as he fixed his eyesight on the gun Reese pointed in his face. He was visibly in shock. Reese could feel her palms turn sweaty as she inched the gun even closer, pressing it against the tip of his nose. "I think you had enough fun tonight.'" She spoke under her breath in a cold tone. He continued to stare at her, his mouth hung open as he laid there frozen in silence, the gun pressed to his skin. Seconds later, Pumpkin joined her on the side of the bed, her gun also extended as she inched forward.

"Oh, he definitely had enough fun tonight." She smirked as she pointed the gun at his temple.

"What--- what the fuckkkkkk?" He spat out loud as he finally came to the realization that he had two guns on him at once. "Shut the fuck up or I will shoot you." Reese spoke in a firm voice. She was in full character now and was ready to pistol whip this nigga if he made the wrong move. She looked over at Pumpkin. "Where the cash at?" She asked.

Pumpkin nodded her head to a corner in the room. "There should be at least $300,000 in that duffel bag right there. Tear this room apart. I know there’s more money here." Following her directions, Reese hopped up from the bed, still holding the gun in his direction. "Don’t you make a fucking sound." she threatened him. He did not move. Instead, he pressed his lips together as if he were in disbelief he was being robbed by two females. Reese watched as Pumpkin quickly ripped through dresser drawers, pulling out jewelry, designer clothes, and stacks of cash wrapped in rubber bands.  Reese made it her job to grab the duffel bag while Pumpkin grabbed other miscellaneous items from around the room stuffing them in a suitcase. Reese watched Coach Ross as he laid back. He followed directions and didn’t speak. She knew the ties on his wrist were secure so there was no way he could wiggle his way out. He laid there helpless as he watched both Reese and Pumpkin take all of his personal belongings.

After stuffing the suitcase full, Pumpkin stepped forward letting Reese know it was time to go.  Reese nodded her head, keeping her eyes locked on the football couch who lay there helplessly. "I'm sorry we had to do this to you." Reese apologized, secretly meaning every word. "Now I don’t want to hurt you, so when we leave out this room, don’t make a sound for 10 minutes. If you so much as make a peep, I will shoot you. You understand?" She mimicked every word Pumpkin spoke at the last robbery.

He did not answer or respond. Instead he sat in silence, his expression mixed with fear and anger. Pumpkin followed behind her closely as they inched for the exit. Reese kept her eyes locked on him as they opened the door and exited into the hallway. Less than 5 minutes, it was over. Thank God.

She closed the door behind her, making sure it was shut. Reese leaned forward, mimicking every move she seen Pumpkin make the last time. Pressing her ear to the door, she made sure she didn’t hear him move or make a sound the way she had ordered. Silence. Without saying another word, they both took off running. Pumpkin in one direction, Reese in the other. Her adrenaline rushed as she reached the exit, kicking it open and running down the stairs. Never had Reese felt this alive. She could not believe how natural this shit came to her. As if she had been doing it for years. If she didn’t prove to Pumpkin tonight that she had what it takes, then she didn’t know what else there was