Iceberg Slim Pimp Novels & Stories

“I just fucking want him to smile at me too.” His shoulders dropped slightly. “Is that fucking too much to ask? Leon, I'm a fighter and I will break you. I will make you smile with me.” The noise from the party kept roaring behind him. The music, laughter, people having the kind of night he should’ve been having. He gazed around him and recalled Diamond. Then whispered, “Diamond, if only you'd come as you said, we would be having fun like others. You failed me, D. You didn't keep your promise.” His eyes burned at that.

“What kind of a place do you think I’m running?” SLAP! SLAP! Annie screamed some more. “Of course, I’m a pimp! I’m a high class pimp!” He roared. I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “Pimp up for his girl, boy… and get me an endorsement!” He disconnected. Anger shot through my head. “ARGH!!” I slammed a fist on the wall. “I’M NOT YOUR BOY! You piece of shit!” And a paw glared back at me.

"Should I kiss you or what?" "I will be glad if you do none. You have become so obsessed over that smelly guy that I am afraid you might infect me with the obsession." She answered coldly. Babe chuckled and put her bag down. The truth was that she didn't get along with Eric at her. It was a blast of disappointment that she was so ashamed to even speak about. [Flashback to Eric and Babe's meeting.] After briefly sending a message to Isabella to thank her, she came out with a bottle of champagne and a glass cup but Eric was already standing up. She smiled at him.

She was awash with a great sadness that furred her, numbing the margins of her mind. Slim laughed. “Wow, you look different. Cleaner, I think. Didn’t recognize you earlier—without the bikinis and your sexy ass on the strip pole.” Nat lunged forward and slapped him. Slim’s face snapped sideways, suspended for a moment. He smiled faintly, pressed a hand to his cheek, and nodded slowly, accepting the blow as total humiliation—defeat. Isla rushed to his side, instinctively defending her sugar baby. “And you are her bodyguard?” Slim sneered. “Good upgrade—John Cena,” he mocked.

His hand reduced the volume of his stereo speakers. “My brother,” Pimp Zee shook his hand again. “Been a while since I caught sight of your ass around. How come you ain’t stopped by my crib since?” “Too busy working under the sun and rain and not enough time for anything else. How’s your pimping game going on for you?” Zeke killed his cigar in an ashtray and they wound their windows down. “Ain’t got no complaints. You know me, I'm always out looking for young bloods. I’ve got some new sluts in the backseat that need to put in work.”

“The League thinks I’m a monster. Sponsors are pulling. If I don’t humanize in 48 hours, I’m fined. Benched. Traded.” “Problem two: Hockey.”_ His eyes went silver again “I’m predictable. I lost because of it.” He paused as each proposal sent thrills and I watched him like a spectator. “You solve both.” "Me?" My voice was barely there as I gulped hard. “You fake-date me,” he enunciated like he was reading a contract. “90 days. We show up in the Public. Cameras. Charity galas. You call me ‘mine’ when the press asks.”

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.