Street Walkers: The Isabella 'Icee' Swan Story Chapter 10 Shakin' It For Daddy, a twilight fanfic

GangstaSummoner: Hello lovely readers! I guess for some of you this has been a very long wait, but I'm back with chapter 10! I would like to say thank you to all who left a review, added the story as a fave or put it on your alert list. I really appreciate it. Shout out to the lovely Lezlee for being an awesome beta! To the anonymous reviewer, who left that extremely long critique/flame. Thank you! I will address you at the end. Although, I wish you would've left a signed review. It would have been so much easier to respond to you.

Oh, before you read, open up a second page and have Shakin' It For Daddy by Robin Thicke ready to play for a certain scene. I'll mention the song halfway through the story to get it started. I think that song actually fits the mood for this chapter. Enjoy!

My apologies for the rant at the bottom!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. I just own the plot to this story. I also do not own the words to "Shakin' It For Daddy" that belongs to the oh-so-sexy Mr. Robin Thicke and that freaky chick, Nicki Minaj, lol.

Chapter 10 – Shakin' It for Daddy

Icee.

Never in my wildest dreams, did I think I will see the fair-skinned, dark-brown haired beauty known as Icee again. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would find her underneath my bed. The look on her face when we first make eye contact is of pure shock. Don't get me wrong, I am surprised to see her too, but a part of me is pissed off by it. It's the fact of knowing that I fucked her and now she's screwing one of my friends. It's seriously annoying as hell.

I can't say that I have feelings for Icee, I barely know her, but I feel a pull toward her. The pull toward her is nothing close to being head over heels in love with her; I just think she's interesting.

She's a little out of place in this world. Maybe that's what is drawing me to her; curiosity. I'm curious because I don't know much about her. What's her past? What are her secrets? I want to know it all. But I do know one thing; she is nowhere near as innocent as she wants me to believe. Hell, I popped her cherry. Well that's what I want to believe. She's not a virgin, I know that and she wasn't a virgin when we had sex either.

She's a prostitute and she can't tell me otherwise. I've been frequenting Wonderland since the age of thirteen; I know what goes on in those back rooms. Hell, I know because I lost my virginity there, by Miss Trixie herself. She taught this young boy a thing or two about the birds and the bees. Back then I had no business being in such an unsuitable establishment for a teenager, but even at thirteen, I appeared to be at least eighteen. Besides, Wonderland isn't known for carding people. If you have money, you're free to enter; and trust me, we have money.

Like I said, I know what goes on in Wonderland. All the girls who work at Wonderland are prostitutes and there is no denying that. The family who owns the place, the Cullen, are the owners of the largest sex ring in L.A. and are partners with the infamous Volturi family from Italy. The girls that we see working in the club work for a pimp, who works for the Cullens. Most of the profit from those night goes to Jasper and Alice, the owners, who split the money between the pimp and the prostitute after taking their share. Most of the time, the prostitute doesn't get her share because her pimp takes it.

They are never going to treat any one girl better than the other. That's the reason I know Icee is a prostitute. She can't lie to me about that. I wish someone would tell me who her pimp is. It would make things a lot better for me to know the truth.

Why am I so stuck on this girl? Maybe I just liked fucking her.

As she smiles at me from the sidewalk, I watch her walk away before I drive off. Whoever her pimp is, he will show up very soon. I laugh to myself. I really hope she passes my message along. I guess you can say I am disrespectful. To be honest, I have no respect for pimps, especially the ones who treat their girls like shit. How can you live in some big ass mansion in Beverly Hills, while your girls sleep on the streets? It makes no sense to me. If I were a pimp, my girls would live in style and they would love me to death because of it.

But I'm not pimp material; I'm more of a drug dealing hit man if anything. Sure, selling drugs is wrong and so is killing-off useless people on the streets, but I have to admit the money is really good. I've saved up enough money to move my family away from La Push if I want to; I even have enough to move out of the country when needed. I won't say that I am rich, but I am quite well off. Once everything is over and I finish my last job, I am moving back to La Push to open up a chain of mechanic shops along the Pacific Northwest.

Speaking of my final job, I don't know the specifics of it yet, but it is supposed to be huge. We aren't working alone on this one and supposedly the Feds have something to do with the operation. Yeah, I know, why would a drug dealer work with the Feds? Well, the deal is because we are helping them, they won't bust us, as long as we agree to hand over whatever drugs we have. It doesn't mean we are going to stop selling; besides, we have bills to pay just like everybody else.

We're not stupid. We know that they can turn on us at any second. That's the reason why most of our money is being wired into a foreign account. If we find out they're out to get us next, our plan is to be on the first plane out of her to God knows where. Our guard will be up at all times around them.

When I make it back to the house, the guys are sitting around the big screen TV in the living room, watching a football game. I notice Sam sitting at the dining room table with his cell phone to his ear and a frown on his face.

"Seriously, Leah, you fucked her?" he asks.

I can hear Leah's voice blaring through the loud speaker. "Of course, I did."

"Why?"

She groans loudly. "Because I fucking felt like it! I needed to release all this pent up energy and that was a good way to do it." She pauses for a second. "Besides, you didn't want my goodies, so why the hell do you care now?"

"Because she's a fucking prostitute!"

"Sam, does it sound like I give a fuck what she is? I had fun, damn it! It was just a one-night stand type of thing! Geez, get over it! You're fucking Emily!"

Sam lowers his voice and says, "I don't want her."

"Ha! You should've thought about that shit before you decided to leave me for her!"

"I'm sorry."

Leah continues to yell, "I don't want your damn apology! If you want me, you can come get me and accept me for who I am! Until then, I am fucking whoever I please!"

Sam stares at the phone frantically. Obviously, Leah had hung up in his face. "Leah! Leah!"

I laugh at the scene. It makes no sense how pussy-whipped Sam is. Sure, he finally grew some balls and decided to break up with Leah, but she still has him wrapped around her finger. Sam isn't in love with Emily. He doesn't want her. He just couldn't handle Leah's new found interest.

He looks up and frowns. "What the hell are you looking at?"

"You and your pussy-whipped ass." I smirk.

"Shut up," he yells.

Paul stands up and walks across the room to stand beside me. He rubs his hand over his short, black hair and looks from me to Sam. "So, what are we going to get into tonight?"

"Yeah," says Embry, agreeing with Paul while looking over his shoulder on the couch. "It's our first night back, we should celebrate."

"That's what I've been meaning to tell you guys. We can't celebrate tonight, we're have a meeting with the cops," says Sam.

I ask, "Do they plan on giving us all the details tonight?"

Sam shrugs his shoulder. "I guess. I know just as much as you do."

"I see. Where are we meeting up?" asks Quil. He never turns around, keeping his eyes locked on the football game.

Sam looks around the room and a sly smirk appears on his face. "Where else? Wonderland. The heart of the operation."

I am in shock. Why there? How the hell are we going to talk about busting people in a strip joint? "The heart of the operation? The Cullens? We're busting the Cullens?"

Sam nods his head. "Yeah."

"Touchdown!" yells Quil as he jumps out of his seat. He turns around with a huge grin on his face and we only give him a stupid look. "What?"

I look back at Sam and stuff my hands into my pocket. "You're serious? We can't discuss them at their own club. They'll know something's up."

Paul agrees with me. "Jake's right. You know those bastards got cameras all over the place."

"But they know we are loyal customers and we mean no harm. I'll ask Jasper to shut the cameras off in the VIP lounge. I'll tell him we are making a business deal and the guys are a little…funny when it comes to cameras. Once we finish, he can turn them back on," says Sam.

I ask, "You're positive this is going to work?"

Sam pats me on the shoulder and smiles. "Of course it will. Besides, you're their biggest fan and the girls fucking love you. I'm sure there will be some new girls there for you to entertain."

Yeah, plenty.

We are now piled comfortably in my Lexus. When we find a parking spot near the club, we climb out and walk along the sidewalk to the club. As usual the line outside is long and you would think that the place is an actual nightclub. I slip off my shades and stick it into my side pocket, before walking up the steps with my boys behind me. The people, and mostly women, are gawking at us as if we are the finest piece of meat they have ever seen. I wink at the women standing near the entrance and give the bouncer dap before entering the club. They never ask questions when we come to the place.

I can hear Paul talking to the women in line. "How are you doing, baby?" If you want to see a man pick up two women at the same time, Paul is the guy for you.

"I'm fine," says the blonde as she eyes Paul up and down.

The black haired girl mumbles, which sounds like she is moaning softly. "Not as fine as you."

He only smirks and flashes them his pearly whites. "Do you feel like hanging with me tonight, ladies?"

"Oh, hell yeah," says the black-haired girl. She nearly pushes her friend out of the way just to get to him.

Paul holds his arms out and laughs, "There's room for the both of you."

It doesn't take the women long before they wrap their arms around his waist and cling to his sides as he enters the club.

I only look at him and smirk. "Nice," I say as he walks past me with the women practically gushing over him.

Quil approaches me and laughs. "We just got here and he already has chicks on each arm."

"I wouldn't worry about it. By the end of the night, he'll have another one on each arm. You can snatch up his leftovers; I'm sure they won't mind."

Across the room I see Sam standing out amongst the crowd and signaling for us to follow him. The undercover guys must already be here.

As I move through the crowd, I grab a drink off one of the trays a waitress is carrying and take a quick gulp. I gaze around the room, searching and looking for something or someone. It has only been several hours since I saw her last, but I just want to see her again. She has to be here somewhere.

Girls are already flocking to me, but I pay them no attention as I continue to follow Sam back into a back room, which is not used for dancing or sex. When he opens the door I am welcome to the same dark red color theme, which is throughout the building. A large, black table sits in the middle of the room surrounded by chairs which are filled by three men. Sitting in the middle is a stout older man, with salt and pepper hair, a thick mustache and light brown skin. Beside him on his left is a tall, dark-skinned man, with a short, black haircut. He seems to be the youngest out of the two. Lastly, on the much older gentleman's right is a man with brown and gray hair and pasty white skin.

"Welcome," says the older man, with a faint Spanish accent, as he points toward the empty chairs. "Make yourself comfortable."

The younger guy looks toward Sam and extends his hand. "Are the cameras off?"

"Yeah," says Sam as he shakes his hand and then the other two men's hands.

Paul, Embry and Quil take their seats beside me, while I sit next to Sam.

The older man clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak. "I am Detective Hernandez." He points toward each of his colleagues as he speaks their names. "And these are detectives Morrison and Wilson. They will be accompanying me for the operation."

Sam nods his head. "Understood." His voice changes to serious when he places his hands on the table and interlocks his fingers. "Now, what exactly are we doing?"

Detective Hernandez leans forward, his hazel eyes peering at Sam. "As you already know the Cullens are a powerful family, but they are also transporting women and young girls from Italy to here. We need to put an end to this at once. I know that it is not going to be easy, but we have to try."

Embry holds his hand up briefly to ask a question. "How is this going to work when the Cullens have connections from the higher-ups? I'm sure Carlisle knows someone working close to you."

"That's the thing," says Detective Morrison as he leans in his chair, stretching his long arms behind the back of the chair. "No one knows about what we're doing. We are simply working on our own, while we work on other cases."

Detective Wilson has a hint of excitement in his voice. I can see how eager he is to get into the midst of the operation. "They will never know what hit them."

Quil asks, "And you won't bust us?"

"You have my word on that," says Detective Hernandez. "We won't mess with you. Besides, we heard that your gang is the toughest one on the streets. Always taking out the drug lords who scared all the other gangs."

I don't think we are that hardcore, but if he thinks so, then okay, we're tough. It isn't like we are trained assassins; we're just good with our words and know how to get what we want. When they finally realize they are being set up, it is too late. We either put a bullet in their heads or run off with their goods.

Sam says, "They were only petty little jobs. We got a huge cut from them though and made some good allies along the way. The people around here know and respect us. Don't get me wrong, we have our enemies too."

I say, "And the Cullens are some of those people who have our trust."

Detective Hernandez leans back in his chair and smiles. He rubs his fingers through his graying hair. "Then infiltrating their business shouldn't be a problem. We don't want to bust them right now. This is going to take time and a lot of patience. I need as much evidence as I can get on them. Anything you find, report it back to me immediately."

Sam looks at us and back to Detective Hernandez. He nods his head. "We can do it." He then looks at the camera in the corner of the room, noticing the red flashing light click on. Jasper must have a time limit on it. He goes into his pocket, pulls out a crumbled paper bag and tosses it onto the table.

Detective Morrison grabs it and eyes us suspiciously, like any other drug dealer will do when they are making a trade. "Is this all of it?" he asks. His voice sounds more urban and less professional from moments ago.

"Every last bit of it," says Sam. "You know the deal."

He inhales in the bag, testing the freshness before going into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash wrapped in a rubber band. "This is some good shit." He reaches the money to Sam.

Sam laughs and grabs the money. "Best thing out of La Push."

Detectives Morrison, Hernandez and Wilson push out their chairs and stands up with pleasing smiles on their faces. Each of them gives us looks as they walk to the door. I can tell by those looks, that it won't be long before we see them again. I can't believe that we set up an operation to destroy the Cullens in their own establishment. We definitely are some bad-asses.

Sam stands up and tries to act as natural as possible for the filming cameras. He moves toward the door and looks over his shoulder, just as I stand up. "It's our first night back, fellas. Let's have some fun."

Quil and Paul nearly run Sam over just to get out of the room. I can only laugh at the sight as I walk through the door with Embry behind me.

The lights are actually dim and I know what that means. One of the girls is about to put on a show, but I don't know who it is tonight. For some reason, I don't feel like deflowering anyone tonight. Tonight I just want to chill and enjoy the view. As I walk across the room, I decide to take a seat up front where all the people with big money sit. When I make it up front, I take a seat in the black leather chair and let my back relax against it. I notice the pale-faced dude, with the messy bronze hair sitting beside me. His eyes are fixated on the curtains and he has an amused look on his face. He looks familiar, but I can't remember from where.

"What's up, man?" I ask as I turn my head slightly to look at him.

He only looks at me for a moment with a disgusted look on his face, before bringing his attention back to the stage.

Stuck-up fucker.

I don't like guys like him, anyway. They think that they are so high and mighty and can't speak to the little people. They think that they are so special. If he is so rich, I'm sure those gold digging bitches are always on his dick. So, why the fuck are you at a strip club? Can't get any ass from the gold diggers?

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest once I hear the DJ's voice. "Everyone give it up for Wonderland's own, Icee and Chantel!"

Just hearing her name makes me feel a little funny inside. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I practically fucked her with my finger this morning. Maybe it's because we have a brief history together, even though it involves screwing. Maybe it's because I just find her extremely sexy and I want her.

The first lines of "Shakin' It For Daddy," by Robin Thicke catches my attention as soon as the words escape the lips of the sultry woman speaking.

Daddy, oh daddy

Papi, oh papi

I need to dance.

I know right then and there that this is going to be a good number. In my head, I can picture Icee begging her pimp to let her dance tonight. I turn around to look for anyone, who looks as if they can be her pimp. Icee is top class, so there is no way she is hanging onto some broke, fake ass pimp. I grin to myself as I settle into my chair and wait for the girls to come onto stage.

Cause she shakin' it for daddy
Yeah she shakin' it for me
She liftin' up her ass
And she drop it to the beat
She shakin' it so fast for the cash ching-a-ling
She ready
And she lookin' for a bankroll
She move it round and round like a merry-go
She be like I be I be I be on that money shit

When the thick, velvet curtains pull back my eyes widen when Icee poses beside Chantel. She is wearing an extremely tight, white shirt, tiny blue jean shorts and red pumps. Freaking red pumps! For a minute I think she is channeling Beyonce. She tosses her long, brown hair and curves her body in a seductive way as she stands upright. She rubs her hands over her hips in sync with Chantel as they do a little dip. I don't care about the unattractive chick beside her; my eyes are on Icee and her only. She could do this part of the act all by herself and still command the audience.

I be I be I be I be I be on that money shit
Get that sloppy toppy roger copy I be runnin' shit
Money in the air it's a festival
Cause I ba ba ba ba ball no testicles
I'm flyer than a eagle that balding
I throw it back like hair lines that's balding
I stay ballin' I don't mean Spaulding
I never answer when the referees calling

With every step she takes, she struts with a confidence that only a supermodel can have. A crowd is starting to form around me and some of the guys are already throwing cash on the stage. I am right about her being popular because that chick, Chantel isn't hitting on much of anything.

A male voice behind me yells, "Take those clothes off, Icee!" I smile to myself, knowing only Quil will yell some crazy shit like that. His outburst only causes the horny men around me to yell for the same thing.

She got me trickin' in the club
About to fall in love
Cause she make that booty roll
When she come up on the pole
I swear she got my heart
Went from cash to credit cards
Got me spendin' all my money
Shit i coulda bought a car

Icee and Chantel dance around the two poles in a synchronized choreography; arching their backs and spreading their legs wide. Suddenly, they slip out of their itty bitty jean shorts and drop them to the floor, only to reveal their matching red thongs. Icee turns around so that the audience can get a good look at her ass and drops it low with her hands on the pole. I have no idea where a white girl like her learns to move like that, but she definitely knows how to shake her ass. She rolls her hips, letting her ass bounce to the beat. Even though Chantel's ass is far bigger than Icee, Icee has me intrigued with her nice, tight ass. Not too big, not too flat, just the perfect, little butt.

The guy beside me looks as if all this gyrating and pussy popping doesn't bother him. Although, I do notice that his eyes are on Icee the most, as if he is judging her performance to himself. It has me thinking maybe the man is gay because there is no way any straight man could sit here and not feel anything for this beautiful woman before us. Hell, I already feel my dick getting hard in my pants just from watching her.

And then this other girl grabbed me and she whispered in My ear
She said this other girl ain't doin' shit its crackin' over here
She put my hand on her booty and the jiggle made me whoozie
Now we bout to make a movie
In the club goin' stupid

As Icee and Chantel climb from off the stage, I feel a little upset because she starts dancing for the stuck-up guy beside me, instead of coming to me. I scoff. He doesn't know how to handle you like I can. I groan to myself, watching her from the corner of my eye as she shakes her ass from left and right. When she looks over her shoulder, she sees me watching her, but acts as if I am some random dude. Like I didn't put my tongue halfway down her throat some hours ago. She has some nerves.

Chantel straddles my lap, places her hands on my shoulders and rolls her hips against my dick. I know she feels the hardness of my cock because she winks and smiles seductively. "Ooh," she whispers. "Are you hard for me, daddy?"

Fuck no!

I can feel my dick shriveling like a dying flower underneath her, but I flash my killer smile and she damn near comes in my lap. "Yeah," I lied.

She leans forward and I can feel her hot breath against my ear. "We can handle this elsewhere, if you know what I mean."

"I'll consider it."

Chantel climbs off of my lap and turns around so she can continue to dance and touch herself. Icee is now all over the stiff dude; by the look on his face he seems quite pleased with what she is doing to him. She turns her head to the side and looks at me under her lashes. I lick my bottom lip and she frowns when Chantel plops her big ass on my lap again. You don't like that, huh, Icee?

You know you like it yea
Yea I like it babe
You know you want it yea
Yea I want it oh oh ohh

She knows that I want her, there is no doubt about it and she knows that she wants me too. It's written all over her face, from the subtle glimpses she is giving me, to the way she bites down on her bottom lip. She doesn't want to be all over that guy, she wants to be all over me. I wish she would get up and come over here. I'd give her my undying attention. All eyes will be on her. But for some reason she is on that guy as if she is staking claim on him. Like he belongs to her or better yet, she belongs to him.

As the song continues and the final chorus plays out, Icee and Chantel are back on stage finishing out their dance. I start to realize what the hell is going on. The prick sitting beside me is her pimp. He has a front row seat to keep her from dancing on some other guy. He's sitting here to enjoy the view for himself. He is sitting here because he owns her!

I laugh to myself because this is amazing. I've been sitting beside the guy all this time, thinking that he is just some rich jerk, looking for some pussy. Only to find out that he owns the one I'm into. Talk about a huge ego boost for me.

Just like the song says, "Cause she shakin' it for daddy, she shakin' it for me." She is moving those hips and shaking her ass for me as well. He might have claim on her, but she wants me. She's always going to want me, no matter how much he showers her with expensive things.

I stand up and smack the guy as hard as I can in the back. He looks at me in shock with his topaz eyes. I have a huge, cocky grin on my face. "Icee is such a bad-ass. What I would give to get all up in that sweet, juicy pussy."

He doesn't say anything as I walk away feeling like I accomplished something. I notice Icee standing on the stage as if she doesn't like what I did. I only wink at her as I move through the crowd, searching for my friends.

When I find the guys, they are sitting together with a bunch of women around them. As I take a seat on the end of the couch between two brunettes, Embry pushes a drink toward me. I pick up the shot glass and swallow the liquid quickly. The women lightly touch at my chest as they listen to the random conversations around us.

Quil says, "I saw that."

I ask, "What are you talking about?"

Sam and Embry only laugh.

"How you practically slapped Edward," says Paul as he grabs his glass.

"Edward? That douchebag? That's his name?"

"Yeah," says Embry. "You forgot what he looks like. That's Edward Cullen."

I pound my large fist against the table, causing the bottle of rum and glasses to shake. A wave of anger surges through my system. I reach out for the bottle, press it against my lips and take a long chug. I gasp when I place the bottle down and yell, "She's fucking that asshole!"

I have to say that the shit has officially hit the fan. I wonder what Jake plans on doing or if he does anything. Do you think Edward even has a clue that Jake sent that message by Bella? Only time will tell. Do you think the song kinda fit the storyline? Anyway, thanks for reading. Now to get this off my chest.

To the reader I was addressing earlier. I understand perfectly well if you don't like the Edward parts; I know if you are a die hard Jacob fan you might not like seeing Bella do anything with him. I get it. The story is sort of becoming an Edward, Bella, Jacob love triangle in a way. Her reason for staying with Edward is because he is a…safe haven sort of speak. She really has no other place to go. Sure, she can go live with Cat Eyez and Trixie, but Edward has that hold on her. It's like being in an abusive relationship which is hard to get out. Sometimes guys get all in their girlfriend's head and make her think, "Oh, you aren't nothing. You don't need your friends. You aren't leaving me. I take care of you." That type of thing and she believes it. Edward isn't going to let her go so easy and she knows that. He's staked his claim on her. Even though she has a little spunk in her, it is only a front. She only appears to be tough, when really she is just a scared little girl. Her only reason for being with Edward is to be safe. Otherwise, she will be stuck on the streets. The girl has no high school diploma or a college degree. No offense to anyone who is in a situation like this, but it is very hard to survive nowadays without some form of education. Sure, a lot people struggle while working these minimum wage jobs, but that isn't the life to have. I would want to be stable instead of living pay check to pay check. Anyway, even if she left to live with someone else, Edward is going to come get her. He will find her.

Now, I can write an essay about this whole thing, but this is not the place. I suggest you message me if you would really like to discuss the story. I am all ears. I would like to say just because the background isn't extremely solid, give me time to get the story moving before complaining about it. This story is just beginning. Oh, and the trust thing between Bella and Jake, a lot people have that instant connection with someone. It's very rare, but you have to look at where Bella is coming from. She's been abused, left out on the street, sure she is going to trust the first person who shows some kind of nice emotion to her. They had a connection and she just remembered his kindness, even though they were only having sex. He actually acted like he cared and that stuck with her. He didn't treat her like she was just a piece of meat.

By "Her protecting Edward makes zero sense" do you mean Jacob? Because she's not protecting Edward at all. Edward doesn't need protection. Jake, on the other hand does because of Edward. I believe you saw what happened to Dre? The same thing can happen to Jake. She wants to continue to see him, instead of having Edward kill him off. Then what?

Oh well, I've typed enough of this. I want to make this clear, if anyone get to the point that they can say they absolutely hate a part of the story because of the character, as this reader hates any part with Edward, just stop reading. You're not going to hurt my feelings. I know the story is tough to swallow. I know that, but I am the type of writer who likes to push the limits and tug at those emotions.

I would like to say that, I hope my readers understand what is going on in the story. I hope they understand what I am trying to say here. As long as they continue to read and love the story. I'll continue to write.

Once again, thanks and I am sorry for putting all ya'll through that extremely long explanation! Like I said it isn't the place. Would've been nice if the reviewer left a signed review, instead of being all shy and whatnot! Anyway, thanks for letting me get that off my chest! :)