Hello call me Oruk, this idea came all of a sudden so I typed it up and here it is. I warn some of you this is ghetto and has a lot of cursing and slang thrown everywhere so if any of that offends you then I advise against reading this. To all others enjoy yourselves.
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Chaos Before The Calm
Flashback
Around 2:33 am countless villagers in Egypt fought tooth and nail to dig the bodies out of the rubble that resulted from a plane crashing into their home. The two bodies laying parallel to one another gazed sightlessly at the another. One body belonging to Queen N'Dare and the other belonging to her daughter Ororo. All around the young girl and her mother were piles upon piles of rubble burying them almost to the point of asphyxia.
"Momma!" The young girl known as Ororo cried out, panic stricken. Her eyes darted frantically across from her position to find her mother who softly called back to the girl in hopes of soothing her troubled soul.
"Yes my love, mother is here, all is well my sweet Ororo," N'Dare responded with a voice sweet as honey and as soothing as a lullaby. She smiled in her daughters direction as she heard small sniffles and a soft whimper.
"Momma I'm scared, I want you here," Ororo said tears and snot running down her face as she began wailing.
"But I am here Ororo, right by your side, I've never left," N'Dare said with affectionate amusement.
"N-no here, I want you here with me with your arms wrapped around me. I can't see you and I wanna see you momma, I don't want us to be here," Ororo cried out. N'Dare frowned slightly when she heard her precious daughters distressed cries.
"Sweet baby Ororo, even if you cannot see me you can always feel me. You just have to open your heart and cleanse your senses and I can be anywhere you wish me to be my love," N'Dare said as her voice grew weaker.
In order to protect Ororo in a split second decision N'Dare pushed Ororo as hard as she could before the impending impact of the plane crashed resulting in them being buried alive. Because of this N'Dare had taken the ill effects of the crash. N'Dare was slowly dying due to loss of oxygen and a serious rib impalement from a pipe that was steadily draining her of blood. N'Dare knew her demise was imminent but she would not allow herself to Passover to the nether world until she saw her daughter safely through this.
"Then can I feel your arms wrapped around me, if I close my eyes really tight momma?" Ororo asked trying to stop her body from trembling profusely. N'Dare tried to stifle her own sobs as pain wracked her body. She refused to cry out in agony at the pain she was feeling, for the sake of her daughters wellbeing who she knew would panic the moment she felt her mother was in danger.
"Yes, remember what I have spoken to you. Close your eyes and feel my soul embracing your very being in the loving warmth you desire," N'Dare whispered as her eyes slowly dilated.
It took four hours but their bodies were finally within reach of the villagers as they continued to claw their way through the rubble. Their voices came out as muffled hums as all of N'Dare's senses were slowly ceasing function. Tears flooded her dulling eyes as she watched the blurry image of her daughters body finally being hoisted in the strong and secure arms of a man from the village from within the confines of the remaining rubble.
'Now I may pass with no regrets,' N'Dare rejoiced as she heard the slowly muting cries of her daughter screaming for her as she was carried away kicking and screaming. N'Dare kept her murky gaze on her daughters unseeable image even when men tried to work her out of her own prison.
"Just close your eyes my love and momma will always be there," N'Dare whispered with her last dying breath.
'Just close your eyes,' Echoed throughout Ororo's mind before she squeezed her eyes tight. 'Momma!"
End of FlashBack
"I said is that clear, you little sewer rat?" Officer Cantu yelled so close to Ororo's face spit landed on her upper lip. Ororo sneered in disgust as she wiped his lingering saliva from her face.
"Man, say it don't spray it," Ororo spat out. Officer Cantu grew hot and raised his fist toward her. Ororo flinched bracing herself when a firm voice stopped the officers advancing assault.
"That'll be enough Officer Cantu if you don't mind?" Chief Norman said with an underlying tone. Chief Norman raised an expectant eyebrow at the hesitant officer. Officer Cantu mumbled a "Yes sir" before he dismissed himself.
Once alone Chief Norman turned his attention back to the youth setting slumped down in her chair. He walked over to her and causally sat on top of his desk with his arms crossed as he eyed Ororo. He also took into account her slightly swollen cheek and split lip the over zealous Officer Cantu no doubt played a part in making.
"That's not proper seating for a young lady," He said simply. Ororo curtly shrugged her shoulders looking off to his framed college degree's hanging proudly on his wall.
"Ororo this is the fifth time you've been in here for being caught pick pocketing," Chief Norman said gazing disappointedly at Ororo.
"Gotta eat some type a way, people ain't looking to hire me so why not pickpocket they good for it anyway," Ororo said. Chief Norman sighed as he shook his head ashamedly.
"I've tried my utmost best to keep you out of jail, but your not really giving me much to work with. Lord knows I've tried to give you the benefit of the doubt but at this rate I'm just going to have to lock you up," Chief Norman said looking tired.
"So why don't you? Don't feel like you have to do me any favors. Go ahead and lock me up I don't care, throw away the key while your at it," Ororo snapped rolling her eyes.
"The reason why I don't lock you up is because I can see so much going for you. Your not like the rest of these common thieves, your so much more smarter than that." Chief Norman said.
"Oh please, a thief is a thief, we both steal don't we so what makes me any different?" Ororo asked haughtily. Chief Norman shook his head.
"Sorry to say but there's a fine line between being smart and making dumb decisions and being dumb and making dumber decisions," Norman explain. Ororo scoffed.
"Spare me the sermon," Ororo spat out rudely.
"I don't want to see you in here anymore Ororo is that understood," Norman said firmly. Ororo got up with a huff and the roll of her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah I got it," She said with an exasperated sigh as she exited his office. Norman's gaze lingered on the door a few seconds longer before he himself let out his own tired sigh. He knew before he'd even spoken it she'd be back, just like all the other times she said she wouldn't be.
A few blocks away from the Police department Ororo had begun to pay frequent visits to, she was stomping down the street quite peeved. She had zero respect for authority and didn't take well to being bossed around. She'd been like this for years now, ever since that DAY she's had a very difficult time coping with the outside world and all it's contents including law and human interacting. For months she actually went about referring to herself as a sociopath because of it.
Later on however she grew out of downgrading herself and simply took to downgrading others. For a short while she formed a small gang consisting of six girls including herself who had been tossed out on the streets at an early age and harbored a strong animosity against the world and became leader over them. Their day to day activities usually consisted of light weight robbing and fighting.
For a time they actually gained infamous recognition if only a little bit because of their ruthless manner and relentless criminal activity but Chief Norman and Officer Cantu single handedly dealt with the band of wannabe misfits and just like that the gang was brought to an end with five of the six stashed out at a woman's shelter seeking help.
But Ororo was stubborn and stuck to her guns and continued her misfit spree solo, even though she got caught frequently. This is the very reason why she became so begrudgingly acquainted with Chief Norman who began to feel a connection with her whereas Officer Cantu saw her as nothing more than another delinquent out making his job all the more bothersome.
They tried to get Ororo admitted into an orphanage but she continually ran away and when she couldn't find a way of escape she turned to threatening those around her. The threats and the constant trouble got to be so severe that no one could keep their cool long enough to even be in the same areas as her. So with little to no option left they allowed her to run the streets in hopes she could maybe have revelation of the error of her ways. It never happened.
Ororo stayed in the streets and the more time that went by the colder her heart and compassion became and the more animosity toward humanity in general grew within her. The one good thing that came out of her homeless life was being taught by an elderly homeless man the true art of being a master pickpocket which she mastered in a days night. Able to scrap up chump change here and there thanks to her newfound skill she was able to survive. But even that was becoming too little to truly provide her with what she truly needed.
At age 17 Ororo grew up into a beautiful young woman. Angelic in appearance with a sultry personality. Her hair, however dirty was a beautiful snow white color and had grown it's way all the way down her back and a little past her curvaceous butt. Although not one to ever admit it the bizarre coloring of her hair has always been a tender subject for her mainly due to the severe taunting she received as a child because of it.
She tried to dye it but no color under the sun would hold in her hair. The moment she would put the dye in her hair it would come right out staining her clothes and hands ultimately making one big unnecessary mess. So like may things she weren't too fond of she said "F**k it" and moved on.
It wasn't until her 18th birthday did her strange yet sexy appearance grab the attention of a female stripper named Vixen who was looking for recruiters. Vixen immediately on sight saw strong potential in Ororo who she deemed someone who could out class even her in the looks department.
Having set her resolve she boldly approached Ororo with the offer who just as boldly declined. But Vixen was persistent and crafty and knew just what buttons to press to mess with Ororo's head. Vixen continually played on Ororo's financial situation. Eventually Ororo gave in after taking her money situation into account.
Vixen took Ororo back to her lavish apartment suite and fixed Ororo up first by giving her a scolding hot bath making her bathe for two hours straight to remove years worth of dirt. Then washing her hair close to twenty times before fitting her into a white halter top with black diamond prints and some super tight white low riding jeans that complimented her naturally curvy and thick figure. After applying the appropriate shades of makeup Vixen took Ororo to her new soon to be Boss.
"This it?" The one called Money Mike said upon seeing Ororo. He rudely looked the new girl up and down showing his blatant disappointment.
"Yo watchu mean dis it? Ain't dis what cha been asking fa?" Vixen asked annoyed smacking fiercely on a piece of gum.
"Aye she new meat, I'll give you dat. But she aint' got nothing worth more then ten dollars on her," Money Mike said removing his cigar from between his unnaturally big lips. He blew a puff of smoke in Ororo's face with blatant disregard that set her off.
"And who da f**k are you to tell me what I got and what I ain't got?" Ororo lashed out. Mike's eyes widened in temporary shock before he busted out laughing. Ororo was in no way amused. Neither was Vixen.
"Aye chica you loco or sumthin that's Big Money Mike and if you forgot he the one that's gone be payin yo ass so chill," Vixen whispered.
"I don't give a f**k what he is or what money he got ain't no mofo gone sit up here with his big lip, no dick havin ass and tell me what I got and don't got," Ororo said loudly. She looked Mike dead in the eye daring him to bust a move.
"I see you feisty I like that, but see a lot of my clients don't. See they like em nice and submissive and don't give em no lip, but see you all bout dat lip and right there is the number one reason I know you gone be costing me more money than what you making and baby I'm all about my money," Mike said taking another blow from his cigar.
"All dis shit about is hoes shaking they tail fa a little money, how hard is that?" Ororo asked rudely. Vixen frowned at this but kept silent. She resolved to straighten her out later.
"Little girl this is a business, you know anything about business?" Mike asked. Ororo regretfully shook her head. Mike smirked smugly.
"So what can you do fa me if you don't know nothing bout my business?" Mike asked leaning back.
"Look Mike I'm the one that introduced her I-" Vixen was threw off by the menacing glare she received from Mike. Mike took a moment to knock some of the ash off his cigar before he placed it back in his mouth. He didn't even look at Vixen as he spoke.
"Vixen you of all people should know I'm not a man who takes losing money too lightly," He said with an underlying tone. Vixen swallowed hard and was sure to make her next words count.
"Mike now you know I know how you is bout yo cheddar and you know I gotchu boo. Come on now be real, now you know I wouldn't be bringin no ratchet ass hoes up in here if you know I didn't think they was about shit," Vixen explained. Mike looked thoughtful before gazing back at a thoroughly pissed Ororo.
"So tell me little girl what can you do that these other strongly defined women can't?" Mike asked Ororo. Ororo stubbornly remained quiet and even went so far as to cross her arms defiantly.
"Little girl silence ain't no answer," Mike said impatiently. What he failed to realize was Ororo was just as impatient as him.
"My momma ain't never called me little girl so what make you think you can?" Ororo spat back. Mike's gaze slid to Vixen and her gaze snapped to Ororo. Vixen roughly gripped Ororo's arm and hissed angrily into her ear.
"Look nah you done agreed to dis shit, I don't know what dis attitude all about but it needs to be dropped. My ass and yo ass is on da line, now act like you got some damn sense and act right," Vixen hissed. Ororo begrudgingly nodded.
Vixen took a moment to study her before she released her arm and they both turned their attention back to Money Mike who sat waiting somewhat amused.
"Now I'm a ask you again little girl, what can you do fa me?" Mike asked. Ororo's eye twitched from the use of that infuriating nickname but she nonetheless disregarded it and answered him.
"Well shit the way I see it the hoes here all used up and washed up. I came in and thought I saw my granny collecting donations. Like I said if you really about something these strippers wouldn't be lookin like no relics up in here. Way I see it you need some young meat up in here if you really want to make some stacks," Ororo said confidently.
Mike busted out laughing even bending over the table wheezing. He was laughing so hard tears formed in the corner of his eyes. Vixen didn't know whether to laugh along or be offended.
"Aw shit you ayight little G," Mike said when he finally regained his composure.
"Youngin thugin though," Mike said to Vixen who gave a cheap smile. Ororo wasn't as amused more so anxious than anything.
"Alright you've shown me you got the balls to make it work in this line of business but you ain't go the tools to survive in it yet young blood," Mike said.
"I can learn," Ororo said confidently recalling how quickly she learned to pickpocket. Mike straightened himself out as he checked his polished chain that gleamed in the light.
"Oh I know you can that's why I'm putting Vixen in charge of you for now. Vixen ain't one of them fresh breeds. Vixen been doing this her whole life so no doubt she can get you up to date," Mike said wiping at his suit.
"I say give her a week tops and she could be one of your top contributors Mike," Vixen said.
"Oh she betta be because if she fail you fail and it's gone be yo ass," Mike said. Vixen looked nervous.
"Now you know I got a reputation to uphold, you betta be damn sure she gone be able to hold her own by the time I'm through with her," Vixen assured.
"Well don't talk about it, be about it, show me," Mike said taking another puff of his cigar. Ororo stared at him disapprovingly. No man should have the right to treat a woman like that no matter how much money he thinks he has.
"I gotchu," Vixen said nervously. With a nod Mike dismissed both of them. And so started Ororo's new found life as one of Money Mikes Strippers at Mikes house of Strippers.
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