ain’t free

“Wow okay, someone is really banking on getting into heaven,” Kareem joked as he looked over at her. “Okay but if it turns out bad are you gonna just mind your own business or you gonna help me out? Like am I going into this with any backup..at all?”

Sarai scoffed and looked up at him. “You want me, and all my five foot two height of glory to be your back up? 90% of my job is my appearance, I ain’t riskin’ that. Here—” she reached into her purse and pulled out the small pink taser she kept on her at all times. “Use that,” she held it out to him.  

“That sounds like a scam, who hasn’t seen your titties?” Jordan smirked as he scrolled through his phone for photos of his mom to post. “But if you really want a gift we can have sex in the shower, I’m in a very giving mood,” he teased.

“That’s the point,” Sarai replied with a playful roll of her eyes. “Mmm, sorry, I’m only accepting monetary gifts.” She got up from her seat and slid into Jordan’s lap. “And that sounds like me giving you a gift, anyway.” 

“ Well I am safe then” he replied laughing  “ Are you always this demanding?” he teased.

“I wouldn’t say I’m demanding, just...aware of my worth.” Sarai replied with a shrug and a smile. “And there’s no way you haven’t seen my titties, so you’re not safe.”

“Eh-” she hesitated. “Things are… complicated, to say the least. I think I need to wait a couple more years before it’ll be acceptable to do it again. I think the gift to you would be much more warmly received right now anyways.”

“Ohhh, I get it,” Sarai said, noticing the other woman’s hesitance. “Well, you’re right. The gift would be warmly received.”

Casper laughed. “I’m not arguing against that, but also I haven’t given my mother a gift since I was like nineteen so I think I’d morally betray her or something if I gave you one.”

“Since you were nineteen? Why don’t you get your mother gifts? Get your mother a gift and then give me mine. My mom is all the way in Texas but I make sure that Edible Arrangement is at the house by the time she gets up.”

“Shouldn’t it be sucked your titties instead of seen?”

“Nah, both are equally a privilege.”

Me: are you rich?

Fuckboy: no.....

Jordan’s eyes widened when she hopped in his lap, laughing as he looked at her. He let out a low groan when she spoke to him in Spanish and put his hand on his chest, letting out a dramatic, dreamy sigh as he watched her leave. “I hate to see you go but love to watch you leave,” he teased with a smirk and gave her a wave before turning back to the sound board. 

——

“So how many outfits did you go through before you decided on this?” Jordan’s smile was wide as he watched Sarai walk out of her room, the car waiting for them to take them to his first set of the weekend. “You get to start the day off with my set, aren’t you lucky?” When she was close enough, he slid his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek quickly. “You look good.”

“I’m ashamed to tell you,” Sarai laughed. It took her six different outfit tries before she finally chose a golden yellow body suit, a pair of light denim figure hugging bell bottoms, and platform wedges. She stepped out of her room and walked towards him, letting him slip his arm around her. “Thanks,” Sarai smiled up at him. “You look good, too.” Real good. “Ooooh, I can’t wait. I’m gonna be right up front with the rest of the groupies,” she joked, stepping out of his embrace. 

“You wanna roll up real quick?” Sarai asked, holding up her small cross body purse where she had weed and papers. “Don’t ask me how I got this through the airport, just know that I did.” This was her first time leaving Portland since she moved there, and she was happy that she was with Jordan. “Do you think the bar is gonna be expensive? Because if it is I’m gonna grab a bottle from the minibar in the hotel room. I am not spending all my money on liq today.”