Originally posted by Delicious1
Men!
*gets up jumps over bar, pushes greg out of the way, grabs a glass and fills it with vodka, rare breed, royal crown and rum*
Oh holy hell, no wonder I became a pimp. 🙄 *leaves the living room, and heads up to one of the bedrooms, and turns on the stereo, thumping the windows in the room*
Originally posted by BackFire
How many hang out theards are needed for the OTF? It's aproaching the double digits.But whatever, I support anyhing having to do with pimping women or prostitution in general.
It's a hang out in general for P.I.M.P.s./P.I.M.P.E.T.T.E.s or anyone who wants anything to do with the organization, as I said in the first post. 😄
🙄 How many times I've heard that....*listens more to stereo*
*Trish, one of the founders/CEO of the organization comes out of the elevator and sees silver on the floor*
Trish:Is this how you all sleep when your not working?
Tommy:No, not usually, she just...wanted to get trashed...and did.
Trish:I'm so sure, someone get her to her bedroom, which costed so much damn money to customize. *Trish shakes her head and goes into the Secretary's room, as Greg and a couple of others carry Silver into her room, and put her to bed*
Tommy: 😑 What the hell just happened? Jeff:Whatever happened, Trish, and Joe will be EXTREMELY pissed!!! *Greg dusts himself off as he stands* Greg😛imps and Pimpettes both got issues, Pimps are so damn arrogant, and Pimpettes are loud and physical. Tommy:Yeah but, Pimps pimp smack people around, Pimpettes just stilletto them in the balls.
*Comes out of the bedroom, walks down the spiraling staircase, and into the bar/2nd living room* Whoa...what's wit the stone faces? Tommy:Uhhh....Silver stormed out and--*the secretary doors open, as Trish comes back inside* Trish:Where is Silver? WHERE is my number one P.I.M.P.E.T.T.E.? Trish:YOU! John! WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER!? I just came back down here, and it's Mr. Jp!! Trish:Your gonna end up being Mr. NOP if you don't shut your mouth!!! Trish:If she isn't back her by morning...you'll be out on your ass, no bling bling, no jacket, no hat, NOTHING but the damn boxer shorts you wake up in!!! *As she goes back to the elevator and up to the top floor* Jeff:Told ya she's pissed. Damn her leaving like that, what the hell happened? Tommy: She flipped out on us when we tried to put her in her bed, just like Trish asked.