Hersband Material

by C. Wash

  Mystro’s stomach fluttered when she heard her voice. “What’s up, Church,” Mystro said dryly, trying to conceal her excitement.

  “So I’m guessing you found out you can’t get no love at the spot without me, huh?” Church asked.

  Mystro’s mouth dropped open. “So you been telling them bamma’s to keep us off the books on purpose? Why would you even come off like that?”

  Native jumped up, and attempted to put her ear near the phone to hear her answer. Mystro didn’t like their faces touching so she pushed her back.

  “Mystro, I understand that you were upset about me not being there for you and all, but you had no right cutting me off like that,” Church said. “If it wasn’t for me, ya’ll wouldn’t even be getting it like that. I made Hersband Material not you.

  “Cutting you off, shawty I don’t recall you putting no calls in to me either,” Mystro walked out of the living room in search of privacy. “And now you messing with my paper? What the fuck you want with me?”

  “I told you, I want everything. And, I have called you, you just chose not to take my calls,” Church lied. She wanted them to come back begging, which is exactly what they did. “I mean why wouldn’t I want to hear from you? As a matter of fact, I called yesterday twice, and the phone kept going to voicemail.”

  “Damn, my phone prolly acting up again. It gets to tripping sometimes,” Mystro confessed.

  Church was elated she got away with her lie. “You see what I’m saying, you coming all hard at me when you in the wrong. Sometimes I think you believe I’m out to hurt you. Like I don’t care about you.”

  “That ain’t it. It’s just been a heavy period for me,” she paused. When Native peeked in the room Mystro remembered the purpose of the call. “So can you get us back on the list, we really need to make some money.”

  “I’m sure you do, but since ya’ll tried it with me, I started managing another act,” Church explained. “My time is valuable, and I wanted you to realize it. I didn’t wanna do it like this though.”

  Mystro’s eyes widened. “So you saying we out? We need that money, Church.”

  “Well, I can see what I can do, but I can’t promise you much,” Church stated. “Even if I get you back on, the money won’t be the same. You are sharing the spotlight now. My new duo is raking in the long dough, and the ladies are screaming their names.”

  “Look, Church, it was bad communication on both our parts, but it won’t happen again. Hook us up, baby,” Mystro begged. “Trust me, we’ll make it worth your while.”

  “Ok, I’ll get ya’ll on for Friday, although, I really feel ya’ll may be done as performers though,” Church rubbed in. “But keep an open mind, cuz if the dancing is in fact done, I got another idea on how ya’ll can make bigger paper. I just hope you’ll be down.”

  Chapter 19

  Mystro and Native were just arriving at the Delta nightclub to perform, since Church had them put back into the rotation. The mood was sullen as the two friends moved around the small dressing room in silence. They prepared to put their outfits on to do their routine, until they heard loud screaming coming from upstairs.

  “What the fuck are they hollering for,” Mystro asked, while she whipped her head around to face Native.

  “Nigga, I’m down here with you,” She said. “How the fuck should I know what’s popping upstairs,” Native replied sarcastically.

  “Shit, ain’t but one way to find out.” Mystro put her shorts back on to head up to investigate.

  “Hold up, cuz. I’m going too,” Native advised getting up from her chair.

  The moment they stepped out the dressing room, they saw only a few women scattered around the lower level of the dance club, which was odd because it was normally packed. If everybody was upstairs, something special must be happening and they wanted to know what.

  “Where the fuck everybody go,” Native asked.

  “Come on, son,” Mystro instructed as they jotted up the steps, two by two, quickly reaching the top.

  When they looked towards the floor, they could not believe the sight before them. Two younger looking Dom’s were on the stage performing and the crowd was eating them up. One of the Doms had long silky hair flowing down her back and her red button down shirt was open, revealing her black sports bra. The other wore a short gold curly bush, and she kept lowering her black Gucci shades as if she was looking for a special lady.

  “Who the fuck is them Mindless Behavior looking dykes,” Mystro asked.

  “What the fuck,” Native replied, scanning the crowd. There wasn’t a woman around without at least a dollar bill in her hand. “And these bitches is loving ‘em, too. Them baby dykes look like they twelve years old.”

  They may have looked twelve but they were making adult money. The young Dom act was turning the club out, and they were doing well too. They were kissing women in the mouth, gyrating and hopping all over the floor like rabbits. The youngin’s were about their money and it was official when Mystro’s eyes landed at Silky Hair’s next tactic. Mystro almost lost her skittles when she saw her biting on Big Greasy’s nipple through her blouse.

  “I don’t think they care about how old they are, champ. Look at all the money they banking,” Mystro replied in awe.

  “Yeah, and look who collecting that bank too,” Native stated angrily.

  That’s when they both focused on who was collecting their tips, Church. She was smiling widely like a proud mother, as she scooped up the money falling from the sky.

  “Fuck this, come on, man. Let’s go get ready,” Native instructed.

  **A Hour Later**

  Hersband Material had taken the stage in the same outfits, using the same music and routine and as a result, they only made enough money to pay their back rent and buy a few drinks. After their tired performance, they were in the back of the club sipping on their drinks completely blown, trying to figure out where they went wrong.

  “What did I tell you,” Church yelled over the music approaching their table. “Things have changed and so must we.”

  “What you talking about,” Native shouted with an attitude. She hated her in more ways than one.

  “I told you, Mystro,” Church started in her attempt to ignore the pissy mode Native displayed. “The performing ain’t the same here anymore. Women want something different. They want a variety, and your show although good, is not cutting it. The money you earned tonight was evidence of that. It was mediocre.”

  “You seemed to do alright,” Native responded, remembering all of the bills she collected from the Mindless Behavior looking Doms. Plus the percentage she earned from their performance, although small.

  “Well that’s me, I’m talking about you,” she said closing her eyes.

  “So that’s your group too,” Mystro said.

  “Yep, because ain’t nobody have time to wait around and see if you would get over your attitude with me or not. I went out and got two young, fresh Dom’s to get that money. They don’t give me no back talk and they prove to me that they are professionals,” Church looked at Native, “Which is more than I can say for some people.”

  “That’s some cold ass shit, shawty,” Native said to Church. “One disagreement, and she cuts us off like an extra long toenail. And you fucked around and got this bitch’s name tatted on you.” Native shook her head. “That could never be me.”

  Mystro looked at Native shocked. “Native, what I do with my body is my business, champ, you know that.”

  “Yeah, but you my son and this chick don’t respect you, or me.”

  “What do you mean, Native,” Church inquired. “You have to earn respect before it’s given.”

  “Native didn’t mean anything by it, baby. She just a little heated cuz we ain’t make what we thought we would.” Mystro was trying to avoid a bad outcome.

  “Slim, I know this your shawty and shit, but we talking business now. No disrespect, man. You know you my fam, but I gotta say what I’m feeling,” Native rambled.

/>   Mystro shook her head and grabbed her beer to take a sip indicating she’s out of it.

  “Church, you got us all pumped up, and kept pulling Mystro to get me back in the routine just to up and leave us high and dry? I mean you act like we was trying to cut you off--”

  “Oh ya’ll weren’t?” Church interrupted. “I don’t hear from ya’ll in weeks and then I hear that ya’ll been calling up here trying to get put on without me. What’s that sound like to you?” Church argued back. “Sounds to me like you trying to cut me out of my fee.”

  “Whatever, moe. It’s fucked up and you know it.” Native grabbed her beer and sat back in her seat disconnecting from the argument.

  “Look, baby, me and you had some issues and as a result, it carried over into the three of us and our business. It was wrong but how do we move past it,” Mystro asked, trying to bring the focus back to what was next.

  “Well, I have an idea, but it will involve both of you once again.” Church said cutting her eyes to Native. “Are you with it or not?”

  “I’m here ain’t I,” Native shot, seeing how Church looked at her.

  Church laughed and shook her head. “Ok, my plan is to have you two fulfill women’s fantasies.”

  “What does that mean,” Mystro asked. “Was that not what we were doing?”

  “No, I mean you were doing all you could do in this club, but I’m talking about doing more, and making more.”

  “Shawty, not for nothing, but some of us got places to go. Spit it out,” Native yelled, impatiently.

  Church rolled her eyes. “Look around this club. What do you see?”

  “Women,” both Mystro and Native replied simultaneously, as they often did.

  “Duh, but what are they doing,” Church asked searching for more detail.

  Both Mystro and Native briefly scanned the room and observed the women of the club. They noticed how some of them were dancing, some were drinking and some talking. But, they also zeroed in on several women who were staring them down.

  “You talking about how Biggie Dom and them keep staring at us,” Mystro asked.

  “Yes, the women who are staring at you are some of your biggest fans,” Church stated. “And they can be some of your biggest sponsors too, if you let them.”

  “Can you get to the point,” Native said sarcastically.

  “Because they are your biggest fans, they will pay big money for you to be with them,” Church finally said. “But you have to go all the way.”

  There was an awkward pause until Mystro finally understood what Church was getting at. “Baby, are you talking about fucking for money,” she asked.

  Native stared Church down with a surprised look, while waiting for an answer too.

  “Yes, and it will make what tips you used to earn here look like lunch money,” Church said with a confident smirk. “I can do that for you, unless you got a better idea, like staying here and trying to compete with my other group.”

  Chapter 20

  “Church,” Native said into the phone. “I’m not too sure ‘bout this here.”

  Native was sitting in her mother’s 2006 Honda Accord talking on her cell with Church, who she just called when she arrived in front of the house she was instructed to go to.

  “Native, don’t get scared now, that girl is waiting on you. You have to go up to the door to get her. Then, ya’ll have dinner reservations at Marvin’s uptown. Now be a big Dom and go get your lady. And remember, this one is paying for the perfect date, so mind your manners and be a gentleman. Now you can do that right?”

  “Don’t play me, shawty.”

  “I’m serious.” Church replied.

  “And so am I,” Native stated. “And while I got you on the phone, I hope you don’t try and play my homie. This move you got us on makes it seem like you our pimp instead of her woman.”

  “I keep telling you that me and Mystro’s business is our own.”

  “And it still will be that whether you take my advise or not. Mystro can’t be hurt again, I need you to know that. I care about her more than I care about this money shit.”

  “I won’t hurt her, you don’t have to worry about it,” Church explained. “Now get in there and get your date. Your public awaits.”

  “Yeah aight,” Native reluctantly said before ending the call.

  Mystro and Native were hesitant on the plans that Church had for them, but after some careful thought and the whistling sounds their empty pockets made, they gave in. Mystro didn’t like the idea, but after Church reassured her this was the best option for their long-term relationship, she slowly got on board.

  Native arrived at the door of her date and knocked. She took a deep breath before the door sprang open. If she could, she would have turned around and broke out of there quickly, after seeing what the girl looked like. She had to be at least six feet tall, if not taller, and awkwardly shaped. She wore coke bottle thick glasses that she kept pushing up on her nose, and she was Olive Oil type bony.

  “Hi, I’m Native, your date for the evening. These are for you.” Native handed the girl a bouquet of flowers. “Are you ready to go, beautiful?” Native almost gagged from that lie.

  Olive Oil blushed and took the flowers out of her hand. “Yes, I’ve been waiting on you all day,” she replied, before taking in a big whiff of her gift.

  “Then let’s do it.” Native said offering her elbow for her to grab.

  ***Marvin’s***

  “So tell me a little more about yourself, Yolanda. You from DC,” Native asked while cutting her steak.

  “Yes, I was born and raised here and I know I’ll die here too. DC is my world. I never even been outside of it, and don’t want to.”

  ‘What the hell? She know she’ll die here too? Moe is a retard. Please kill yourself. I’m so fucking ready to go. Bitch, eat quicker. I hope she really just wants a date and not a fuck. I have no idea how I would go about climbing this tree.’ Native’s mind rambled while she smiled in Olive Oil’s face pretending she was really listening.

  Yolanda ran her mouth the entire time and Native could not take much more. “…So that’s what I plan to do in five years. Anyway, this food was so good, Native. Don’t you think,” Yolanda asked.

  “Yes, this is one of my favorite spots. I’m glad you like it too. Do you want any dessert? Their Warm Toffee Cake is like that,” Native advised, secretly hoping she said no.

  “No, I couldn’t eat another bite. Are you ready to go?”

  ‘Hell yeah I’m ready, bitch. Let’s bounce!’ Native thought. “I’m ready if you are.” she said.

  ***Back At Olive Oil’s***

  “I see you have a fireplace, do you want me to light a fire so we can have our nightcaps in front of it?” Native asked, trying to continue in the gentleman, romance fashion she was being paid for.

  “No,” she replied with a crazed look in her eyes. “I just want you to sit over there, so that I can look at you.”

  Native picked up on the look and was frightened. ‘I hope I don’t have to two piece this big bitch.’ Native thought.

  All of the sudden, Yolanda charged Native who was sitting on her brown leather couch. She ran full speed at her, hopped on her lap with her extra long legs draping over Native’s thighs and threw her wet sloppy mouth onto Native’s. She slobbed her down, and Native immediately began to feel nauseous.

  Native tried her best to keep the rhythm of the kiss, except there was no rhythm, and every move seemed to be all over the place. She needed to take control, so she could wrap this situation up soon.

  Native shifted her body to have Yolanda sitting on the couch now, while she was over top of her. Native figured that if she rushed her like that, she either liked it fast and rough, or she had no clue how to have sex any other way. This was a good thing for Native, she was gonna bang this bitch’s ass out real quickly and get the fuck!

  Native lifted up Olive Oil’s dress, and ripped off her big draws. She exposed her huge pussy with a landing strip designed
in her pubic hair. ‘She had the nerve to try and pretty this long ass box up,’ Native thought.

  “How you want it baby,” Native asked.

  “I want you to lick my pussy dry,” Olive Oil requested.

  ‘Lick you dry, that ain’t even possible, dummy,’ Native thought. She needed to make this chick cum quick. She already felt her dinner rising in her throat, and wasn’t sure about how much longer she could hang around.

  Native reminded herself about her future payout, and went to work. She parted Yolanda’s pussy lips with her unwashed fingers to expose her pink clit. Surprisingly, even though everything else on her body was long, her clit was concealed within the softness of her lips. Native used more fingers on both her hands to completely pull her pussy open, and covered her clit with her warm mouth. Before Native could even bare down onto her sex button, Yolanda screamed out in ecstasy.

  That quickly, she busted a nut, and Native was confused. “You came, Yolanda?”

  “Oh, my…God, yes,” Yolanda yelled. “You were great, and the best I ever had.”

  Native was completely thrown off, but immediately jumped up, since her work was done.

  Yolanda pulled her dress down and sat up straight on her couch. She reached over on the coffee table, and handed Native a paper towel for her to wipe her juices off of her fingers and chin.

  “So, would you like to watch a movie with me while you finish your drink,” she asked. “I’m not in a rush, so I can stay with you longer if you can stay with me.

  “Oh no, I can’t. I had a great time, but I gotta break out. Have a good night.” Native made a beeline for the door.

  As soon as she was outside she threw up right on Yolanda’s sidewalk. After spilling her guts, literally, she pulled out her cell phone to call Church.

  Now back in her mother’s borrowed car, Church answered the phone after the second ring.

  “Shawty, don’t ever send me on no wild ass freak show call like that again—”