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-I WOKE UP LIKE THISKitty Damn, I’m feeling flawless tonight in this black dress, but nothing feels better than watching my longtime friend Carlos Perez being sworn in as the 46th Florida State Governor. The celebration reception crowd is full of money so my litter, Murk and Trinity, should be able to get paid for real tonight. Trinity has been acting strange lately, so her ass better be in place to meet Princeton so Murk can get my money. Tonight is a once in a lifetime opportunity so I don’t need no mess ups! Princeton, the Chairman for ‘A Clear Mind for Florida’ political action committee is not just the regular trick. I need access to him for the same reason he needs access to Trinity’s legs: cocaine, ecstasy and Viagra. Hell, I’m not mad at him because I’m trying to get high too, but for a different reason. While Princeton is looking for a sexual high, I’m trying to stack my money higher.
Back in the day men fantasized about me while I was stripping on the dance pole but I had my own fantasy of climbing as high on the success totem pole as I possibly could. As far as I am concerned, there is nothing wrong with a woman wanting to be the Queen Bitch in this dog-eat-dog world. After law school, politics was a natural transition for me because I was already accustomed to being around thieves, liars, con-artists, crooks and a bunch of horny men. Actually, politics was much easier because more than half of these cornballs wouldn’t make it one day living under the street code. Their lack of loyalty and backstabbing ways would have easily cost them their life in the streets, as opposed to politics where everyone is free to go around and tell lies without any life threatening consequences. When I got in the lobbying game, I was determined to do things a little different. Where I come from, there is always a reaction to every action, a consequence to every decision and a strategy behind every move that I
make. My combined knowledge and survival skills make me a rare breed in the game and a force to be reckoned with. My friends and enemies know that Kitty Cartel is a woman who will always land on her feet at all times, and that I have no problem scratching the eyes out of those who stand in my way. I am the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. In love, I can make a man chase my kitty like the dog he was born to be. And in business, those who try to play me learn all about my predator personality by getting crushed like a mouse. I can use my cat-like charisma to either be your best friend, or walk in front of you to bring you bad luck for the rest of your life.
-RUN ME MY MONEYMurk Man, I can’t believe Princeton is insisting on mixing this damn ecstasy and Viagra with alcohol. This shit is crazy as hell. The killing part is that Kitty convinced my dumb ass to do this shit. If this freaky ass
white boy dies from a drug overdose while having sex with Trinity, I could catch a case. The homies would laugh their ass off because for me to get caught up over a trick after all the killing I did and got away with on the streets would be an embarrassment to the game. Oh well, Kitty says trust her and the paper is all the way right, plus it’s pretty cool to be disguised as a waiter serving up dope to these rich folk at the Governor’s reception. It sure beats standing on the block or in the trap. So fuck what they say, shit I’m winning! Now, let me go over here and serve this fool up. “Compliments of Ms. Kitty Cartel,” I announced as I delivered Preston his goods. “Thank you. Here is your tip sir, please send Ms. Cartel my regards,” he smiled. “I assume that as heavy as this envelope feels, I don’t need to count it?” “No you don’t, everything is there.” “Trinity is standing right behind you, enjoy your evening,” I told him.
“It looks like you need my sweet, juicy cherry on top of your drink. Meet me in room 333,” Trinity said, a little too loud for my taste. I can’t believe she just said that shit so loud. I know if I can hear her from where I am standing then I am sure someone else may have also heard it. I will make sure to address this with her tomorrow. I don’t know how many times I need to tell Trinity to stop drinking while we are out handling business. If she keeps that shit up, along with all of her recent disappearing acts, I am done doing business with her. Just because Trinity is sexy and got that ‘good- good’ doesn’t mean shit! Besides, it’s more than just sex when we are working with clients like Princeton. Hell, anybody can buy a piece of ass but clients like Princeton pay for discretion. There is a lot of money to make in the next four years so I don’t need any drama from the girls creating unnecessary attention. I prefer to be the one that has dirt on the clients, not the other way around. Kitty calls me the bone collector because I know where the skeletons of political corruption, murder, drugs and sex are buried. And, Kitty expects her
litter team to keep secrets buried in the litter, only to be dug up for bone collecting purposes. Damn, I hope that dude doesn’t catch a heart attack from that toxic mix combined with what Trinity is about to put on him.
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