Switching Lanes through Life

“Spider, your feet are cold Daddy.” “Bitch if I'm cold then your fine black ass needs to do a better job of keeping me warm.” She smiled up at me, as she began to trace over the tattoos on my chest. “It's about time that I give it to you straight.” “Say what it is then.” “Well, the money we've been getting is some jive small time figures Daddy and it's about time that we step the game up.” “Bitch what?” I asked with a twisted face. “I mean. If you want to, we can do things a little different.” “What man don't want some more money? You need to explain your damn self DaDa.” She got up and with a pair of peach thongs that slid up in her ass even more, once she stood. DaDa looked back over her shoulder at me and then signaled with her index finger. “Come on, I wanna show you something.” I glanced at her exposed breast and after staring at those perky little nipples of hers, I followed her. “I know that you're at least computer literate. What I'm about to show you is so serious Daddy.” There was a computer, printer and fax machine installed and up in the dining room area. It was an inexpensive Dell PC and a 32 inch flat screen monitor. I had let DaDa convince me to spend about three grand on the little office set up. I had only used it every so often. I grew to like it because I could keep in touch with my brother Anthony and a few other homeys who were stuck on lockdown. The Feds used a website called Corrlinks and through them, I received whatever emails I did. Then whenever I wasn't caught up, I would send certain messages back on the inside. Always trying to motivate or give my men a few words of encouragement. Just letting them know what was happening in the world. I bounced down into the rolling leather chair in just a pair of green silk boxers. DaDa sat her little ass right on my lap and without any hesitation she began to hit the key pad. Her fingernails were peach with black designs to match her toes. I watched as her fingers moved quickly. She typed with so much speed that I didn't clearly recognize what she keyed in as I peeped over her shoulder. “What is this?” I questioned as I stared up at the screen. “It's one of many social networking sites.” “Oh yeah!” “Yes,” said DaDa. “This particular one is free and it's called, getithowulive.com pay attention to how it shows a various amount of list to choose from. Several things that people desire. Like jewelry, furniture, clothing, shoes, cars, preferences of men and women and even dates to choose.” I watched DaDa use the mouse to scroll up and down the screen. She clicked on several of displays and icons. I was amazed and sat and watched her in awe. “Wow! That's serious,” I said with enthusiasm. “You damn right it is.” “Can you pick what city and state or area that you prefer them to be in?” “Daddy check this out.” DaDa hit a few keys and a few pictures of some barely dressed females popped up on the screen. I scooted the chair closer so that we could both see more clearly. “Yes,” she said. “You can pick from what you see and scroll through these sites Daddy and select what you really want cities, states, men, women, transsexuals, fetishes, ages, race and more. “Tell me how the hell could you and I capitalize off of something like this Lil Momma?” DaDa turned on my lap and looked me directly in my eyes. Then in her soft tone she said, “We can tap into this computer world with some sure enough space age pimping and win like never before.” “Well, go ahead Bitch. Spit it out.” Getting up off of my lap, she continued, “You and I live in the Nation's Capital. We are surrounded by several politicians, as well as Congressman and government officials.” “Yeah!” I said. “Police, Federal officers, servicemen and a rack of other shit go on.” “Well Daddy those are the elite gentlemen who come into our city on a many of business trips and ventures. The same men who would love to be a lil risky, while away from their families and wives.” “I like that.” “No! They would like it more if they could get a piece of pussy or get their dicks sucked while they're here.” I smiled. “Your right. How the hell are we supposed to tie them into us and a computer and ...