by Ashley Snell
Britain whipped her up a light sandwich and grabbed a bottled water, but when he walked back into the great room, she was already asleep.
“Six,” he called out.
“Uh-huh,” she answered without opening her eyes.
“You need to eat a little bit for me a’ight?” he responded.
“Hmm, hmm,” she said. She sat up slightly and took a deep breath, feeling the effects of the liquor. “I’ma be so tore up in the morning.”
Britain shook his head. “Nah, ma, you’ll be cool. Just eat something for me,” he stated as he fed her the sandwich. She ate half of it, and he made her drink the entire bottle of water. “Take these,” he said as he handed her two Tylenols. She opened her mouth, and he gave them to her, then she was out like a light.
Britain retrieved linens from the guest bedroom and made sure Six, was comfortable, tucking her in as if she were a child. As he watched her chest rise and fall he was sure that he wanted her for himself. She was holding back, but on the occasions when she slipped and went all in, he felt her reciprocating his interests. He didn’t know why she wouldn’t take the leap and be with him, but he would wait as long as she needed him to. She’s worth it, he thought as he leaned over her. He kissed her forehead and then retreated to his room to retire for the night.
Chapter Twelve
Free scooped the eggs with a fork and slid it into his mouth as Lou sat across from him. The small diner was nearly empty, and cigarette smoke filled the air.
“How is Six coming with ol’ boy?” Lou asked as he dug into his pancakes.
“I don’t know. She’s supposed to have called me last night, and she never did,” Free responded as he began to think about all the reasons why Six may have not called him. She better not be fucking the nigga, he thought as he frowned, thinking about what she was doing at that moment. He stayed by his phone all night anticipating her voice, but it never happened. Free double-checked his phone to see if she had tried to reach him, but he had no missed calls.
“She probably just got tied up. Matter fact, he probably smashed that last night,” Lou said, poking fun at his best friend.
“Shut the fuck up, nigga,” Free said jokingly as he lightened up. “But look, I need a plan B to get the money for these Russians. If the nigga Britain doesn’t bite on the bait, we right back to square one.”
“I know. That damn Russian, Claude, is an asshole too. I know he ain’t going to play if we don’t get the money to him in time,” Lou said with a mouthful of food.
“Lou, this is my debt. I don’t want you to get too caught up in it. I lost the bricks, so I should be the one worrying about it,” Free said honestly, not wanting Big Lou to suffer the consequences for something he did not do.
Lou stopped eating his food and put his fork down. Free looked at Lou like he was insane, because he never saw Lou’s big ass take a break when eating. “Man, you know me better than that. You my nigga for life. Your beef is my beef. We in this together, and nobody can tell me different. Before you got knocked, you hit me with all the bricks and shared the wealth with ya boy. I was rolling with you then, so I’m going to roll with you now. Straight up!” Lou said as he picked up his fork and began to eat again.
“No doubt, fam,” Free said as he nodded in agreement with his friend. Lou was a real nigga, and Free respected him and vice versa. Just as Free began to eat his eggs, he noticed someone come through the door.
“There she go,” Free whispered as he stared at the woman entering. Lou looked back and noticed Sparkle come in with big shades and tight jeans on, which hugged her curves. She began to look around the diner, searching for them. Free raised his hand and waved it to let her know where they were sitting.
“What’s she doing here?” Lou whispered as he turned back around and looked at Free.
“She’s my plan B,” Free said as he winked at Lou and scooted over in his seat to make room as Sparkle approached.
“Hey Free,” Sparkled said as she walked up and popped her gum loudly. She swung her wide hips and sat next to Free. “Hey, Lou,” she said as she did a quick wave. Free smiled as he looked at Sparkle’s enticing body and knew that she was perfect for the job.
“What up, ma?” Free said. Lou nodded, greeting her as he remained silent and continued to eat.
“So, what’s up?” Sparkle asked as she took off her glasses and displayed her green eyes, obviously contacts.
“Like I was saying on the phone this morning… I got a way to make some paper. I know some niggas that’s getting that paper in Pontiac, and I want you to help me hit them,” Free said as he rubbed his hands together.
“Do Six know about this?” Sparkle asked skeptically as she squinted her eyes.
“No, and she doesn’t need to know about this either. This is between me and you, Sparkle. She is busy doing some other shit for me right now,” Free stated.
“So, what do I have to do?” Sparkle asked as she became interested. She had always had a secret crush on Free, and she was happy just to be around him without Six being in their presence. She looked him in the eyes and blushed as she thought about how fine he was.
Damn, that was easy, Free thought as he noticed how quickly Sparkle grew interested. He also noticed the way she was looking at him, and he sort of figured that Sparkle had a thing for him. “Well, you have to do whatever it takes. Fuck, suck, or whatever it takes to get the nigga where I need him to be,” Free said bluntly, not beating around the bush whatsoever.
“What’s the split?” Sparkle asked, already knowing the deal. She was not green to the game, and she wanted to lay everything out before she agreed to participate.
“Fifty-fifty,” Free lied. He would never let Sparkle know how much he would really rob from the hustler he had in mind. He would just give her what he wanted to give her at the end of the caper.
“Cool,” Sparkle said as she licked her lips and put her glasses back on. “What else I got to do?” she whispered as she looked at Free and ran her tongue over her top lip seductively and slowly as she slipped her hand on his thigh and gave him a light squeeze. Free moved her hand and responded.
“That’s all,” he said as he didn’t even give her the respect to make eye contact with her. “Big Lou! Let’s roll,” Free instructed as he went into his pocket and dropped a twenty on the table. Sparkle scooted out, and Free followed. Lou stuffed the last bit of food into his mouth and also got up. As they headed to the door, Free stopped in his tracks and turned around. He went back to the table and scooped the twenty off it, remembering that he owed Claude so much money. Every dollar counts, he thought as he stuffed the money in his pocket and exited. His mind was on his next hit, a nigga named Harold from Pontiac.
Lou and Free watched as Harold popped bottles and partied with his crew. The Pontiac Club was packed, and Harold had two girls hanging off of him as he partied and flossed like there was no tomorrow. Free had his hat pulled down low, almost covering his eyes. Big Lou didn’t hide his face, since Harold had never met him before. Free, on the other hand, used to supply Harold with bricks of cocaine before he got locked up. Now that Free was on a paper chase, anybody was game. Free was going after every major player that he used to supply. He went from the top of the totem pole in the drug game as a supplier, to now being at the bottom as a stickup kid. The game was funny like that, but Free had no choice. He sipped on cranberry juice as if it was liquor, and Lou did the same, wanting to stay on point and focused without looking out of place.
“That’s his man, Pooh Bear, that’s next to him chilling,” Free said as he brought the cup to his mouth and discreetly pointed with his pinkie as he took a sip. “If he is anything like he used to be, he stays strapped,” Free said referring to the brown-skinned, slim guy with a small gap in his front teeth who was seated next to their mark.
Free remembered how Harold used to run through the bricks, so he was the first target once Free decided to go the ski-masked way. He also remembered how big of a trick Harold was. Harold al
ways had a different chick on his arm and a full supply of Ecstasy pills when Free met with him in the past. Harold was considered a sex addict by everyone who knew him. Free knew this would be an easy hit because Harold always thought with his little head, rather than the one that sat on his shoulders.
Sparkle walked into the club with stilettos on and a mean walk. She wore tight-fitting, skinny jeans that showed off her wide hips and low hanging, plump cheeks. She wore her hair down and her Chinese bangs were cut perfectly across her forehead. All eyes were on her as she strutted across the floor and took a seat at the bar a couple of stools down from Harold and his entourage. Just as Free expected, Harold quickly focused his attention on Sparkle’s voluptuous ass.
“Got ’em,” Free whispered to Lou as he looked on and watched Sparkle work her magic. Harold whispered something to one of his goons, and he quickly approached Sparkle on his behalf.
“Let me get a shot of Patrón,” Sparkle yelled as she leaned over the counter, making her cleavage push together and on full display for everyone to see. As the bartender poured a shot of the tequila in a glass for her, Sparkle casually glanced over the room and saw Free and Lou sitting in the corner of the club. She pretended as if she didn’t see them and focused back on the bartender pouring her drink. Sparkle saw a man approaching her from her peripheral view and focused her attention on him. The goon wore an all-black hoodie and a NY-fitted cap turned backward with a slight lean to the right.
“Hey, how you doing, ma?” he asked as he leaned his back on the bar and propped his elbows on the countertop. He went into his pocket and dropped a hundred-dollar bill down for the bartender.
“Thanks,” Sparkle said as she took the shot like a pro and ordered the bartender to give her another one.
“Oh, I see you a gangster, huh?” the man asked, impressed by her braveness in taking the shots.
“I’m a big girl,” Sparkle confirmed as she displayed her perfect white smile.
“But check this out. My man Harold wants you to go up to the VIP with us. We about to head up in a minute,” the man said as he slid a toothpick in his mouth and maneuvered it around with his tongue.
“Who is Harold?” Sparkle asked as she glanced over at the crowd of men. She was pretending, because she already knew exactly who he was. The three of them had been watching him for the past forty-eight hours, and she was just playing possum.
“He’s the man over there with the ice on. He’s the man around here,” the goon said confidently as he threw his head in the direction of the crowd.
“I see him. He’s cute. Why couldn’t he come over here?” Sparkle asked while smiling.
“We don’t move like that. He wants you to go up to VIP and meet him up there. He likes you,” he said. “You game?” he asked.
“Sure,” Sparkle said as she stood up and took the second shot of Patrón. Then she followed the goon up to the VIP.
When Sparkle arrived upstairs, unopened bottles of expensive champagne decorated the spacious room and a red sectional couch was in the middle of the floor. She made her way over to the couch and got comfortable. The goon sat next to her and moments later in came a crowd, with Harold in the middle of the group.
“I have to use the bathroom. Where is it?” she asked the goon as she set her purse in her lap. He threw his head toward the back of the room where the bathroom was located, and she quickly got up before the people crowded the room.
Sparkle hurried into the bathroom and pulled out her phone to call Free. She remained cool and collected as she placed the phone to her ear after opening each stall to make sure she was alone in the bathroom.
“Okay, I’m going to get that nigga to the room. This is going to be easy,” Sparkle said as she smiled and fixed her hair with her free hand.
“Cool. Lou and I are going to head to the room right now and wait for y’all. Stick to the plan,” Free said, reminding Sparkle to stay focused.
“I got you. I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this,” she said arrogantly as she looked in the mirror at herself.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. We waiting!” Free said, unimpressed, remembering the first time she had led him to a nigga with a pocketful of ones.
“Free, after this is done, you got something for me?” Sparkle asked invitingly as the Patrón was kicking in. She wanted to suck on Free so bad, and she wanted to feel his warmth inside of her. The stories Six had told her about his sex game had her curious and craving his stroke. Free hung up the phone, not feeding into Sparkle’s nonsense. The only thing on his mind was the money and Six. Sexing Sparkle was the furthest thing on his brain at that point.
Sparkle entered the room and saw that Harold was waiting on the couch for her.
“Hey, beautiful girl,” Harold said in a drunken slur and a bottle of champagne in his hands.
“Hey,” Sparkle said as she sat down next to him and laid her hand on his chest.
Harold was drunk out of his mind and the sight of Sparkle’s body had him thinking about giving her back shots later that night. He groped her drunkenly, and Sparkle put on a fake smile as if she was enjoying his wandering hands.
“I’m going to cut to the chase. I’ll buy that pussy,” Harold whispered to her as he grabbed a handful of breast.
“This ain’t going to be cheap,” Sparkle said, whispering in his ear.
“Money ain’t shit to me,” Harold said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, thumbing through the bills, revealing all big faces. Sparkle’s eyes grew as she looked at his wealth.
“That paper making my pussy wet,” she said. Harold couldn’t control himself. He felt his manhood rising. He stood up and with one hand grabbed Sparkle’s hand and with the other hand, he grabbed his throbbing shaft. He pulled her up and toward the bathroom. Once they got into the bath room, Harold’s dick was already out and veins stuck out of it. Sparkle was taken by surprise and she saw the passionate look in his eyes.
“Hold on. You gotta come off that cash first,” she said as she held her hand out, trying to buy her more time to think. She had to figure out a sly way to get him to the room without his goons.
“I told you I got you,” Harold said as he stroked himself. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill. Sparkle knew that it was Ecstasy by the way it looked. Harold took it without even taking any water with it as he continued to stroke himself, becoming rock hard and pulsating.
“Here,” Harold said as he placed the pill in Sparkle’s mouth. She took the pill and placed it under her tongue, pretending that she swallowed it. Then she dropped to her knees and swiftly spit it in her hand while she positioned herself to give him head. She took him into her mouth, and Harold threw his head back in pleasure as he palmed the back of her head.
Sparkle gripped Harold’s pole with one hand and cuffed his balls with the other one. She massaged his balls as she sucked him off, twisting her grip on his pole as if she was revving up a Harley-Davidson. Harold was in heaven as he pumped back, feeling more freaky now that the Ecstasy was kicking in, along with the large amount of liquor he had been drinking.
“Ooh, baby. You the best,” he said as he looked down at her full lips being stretched from being around his pole. All of a sudden, Sparkle stopped and began to rub her titties as she pulled one out, exposing her big, dark brown nipple.
“I’m horny as hell,” she crooned. Harold loved her freaky nature, and he didn’t even know her name. He was ready to dive into her and try out that fat ass.
“Pull yo’ pussy out,” he requested as he reached down and pinched her erect nipple.
“I can’t do it in here. I have to be comfortable so I can feel this big dick. I got a room around the corner for the night. Let’s just slip out and go there,” she suggested as she began kissing his manhood while she continued to rub his testicles.
“Come on, ma,” Harold said in a pleading tone. “Let’s do it right here. I’ll pay double,” he bargained as he steady pumped, hitting Sparkle on the cheek and nose.
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“Fuck the money. I want some of this big dick. This one is on the house, fa real,” she said, knowing that stroking a man’s ego was much more effective than stroking his dick. Harold smiled as he felt like the king of the world.
“Come on. Let’s slip out the back,” Harold said, only thinking about sex.
This is easier than I thought, Sparkle thought as she took one more lick on his lollipop and stood up. She put her breast back in her shirt and slowly opened the door, leading the way to the back entrance. They slipped out without anyone seeing them do so. Harold was so high, he didn’t think straight. He would always put Pooh Bear on notice if he was going somewhere just to be safe. But he was blinded by lust and Sparkle’s ass had a way of knocking cautious men off their square.
Twenty-two Minutes Later
“Where the spot at?” Free yelled as the blood from Harold’s kneecaps leaked onto the hotel’s floor. Free had put two bullets in Harold already, and he still refused to tell him where his stash spot was at. Sparkle was putting on her clothes, and Lou sat there and watched as Free interrogated their mark.
“Okay, I see you want to play tough, huh?” Free said as he circled around Harold who was bound to a chair by rope with his hands tied behind his back. Free unzipped Harold’s pants and exposed his limp dick. He yanked it with all his might and then placed the gun right under his balls. “Okay, I’m going to ask you one more time. If you don’t come up off that information, I’m going to make you a woman.”
“All right! All right!” Harold said in between whimpers. “It’s at my spot off of I-75. I keep all my cash in a safe that I had built behind a painting,” he admitted as he dropped his head and cried like a baby.
Free and Lou looked at each other and smiled. They knew that they had broken him down.
“Untie this mu’fucka! He about to take us to the spot,” Free said as he let go of Harold’s dick and walked to the bath room to wash his hands.
“Time to get money,” Big Lou said as Free faded into the bathroom.