by MìChaune
Lloyd sat next to her and leaned in for a kiss. Janae put her hand up and backed away. Lloyd’s hands tried to swim across her legs, but Janae shoved him away. “I’m not one of your hoes,” she told him forcefully as she put some space between the two of them.
“What I got to do to change that?” Lloyd reached into his pants and pulled out his hardening erection. Janae admitted to herself that Lloyd was one of the biggest. It curved to the left, and the skin was smooth. She’d heard the rumors and seen a few pictures of him wearing gray sweatpants with his package bulking at the midsection. But she’d never seen him do some work with it.
She started to wrap her hand around it but then restrained herself. “I hope you can fuck.”
Lloyd stood up and pulled his pants down, lifting one leg at a time to remove them and his mesh underwear in one move. Janae noticed he had shaved the hair that would’ve given him a happy trail from his navel to his package. The way his dick throbbed seemed to be in sync with his heartbeat. Thump thump. Thump thump.
Lloyd got on his knees before Janae and reached for her panties under her dress. He pulled the pair down slowly and tossed them over her shoulder. He parted her legs and kissed her inner thigh while cupping her ass. As he nipped and sucked his way to her prize, Janae hoped he wasn’t marking her with his lips. A moan escaped her mouth as Lloyd proceeded to bring his face closer to her freshly shaved lips and he parted them with his tongue. It felt surprisingly cool, and Janae was impressed by the length as it tickled her walls. The slurping and his skills had her hissing and cooing in a matter of minutes. Janae stole a glance and, unlike most guys who put that tongue down first if they were lacking something, Lloyd had nothing to hide or be ashamed of. In fact, Janae tried to figure out how he hid the perfectly shaped muscle with a slight left curve and marshmallow-sized head in his drawers.
“Umm,” Janae moaned as she found Lloyd undressed and her legs behind her head. Without hesitation, Lloyd filled her up and started throwing that pimp game down.
Chapter Three
“What is a young, sweet lady like yourself doing out on the city streets of Asheville at two thirty in the morning?” Kofi asked the young lady standing near the entrance of the tunnel. 9ine stood next to him and ignored him while focused on his Samsung.
The young lady rolled her eyes. Kofi knew his pickup line was weak, but he also knew she was young. He wasn’t trying to spit his best line at her. He saw her fumble with a prepaid Boost Mobile phone.
“Yo, I know that red rag-wearing bitch ain’t trying to ignore you,” 9ine butted in the conversation. Loitering at the bus station was a favorite past time. It was across from a small mom-and-pop hotel and near the Papa’s and Beer Mexican restaurant he loved to frequent. “What she better do is buy some Ambi and Mabeline to hide all those cat scratches. Trying to act like she stuck-up and shit. Better be glad that a nigga like me even spoke to the broke-down bitch like you.”
Between 9ine calling the girl out of her name and the busy signal, Kofi was more than annoyed. He watched as the girl tried the phone number again.
“Hello.” Kofi could hear the girl start a conversation. He looked to see if the screen was black to verify if the girl was on the phone for real or just talking to herself.
“9ine, chill out, man. You don’t have to be an asshole toward her,” Kofi admonished him as he finished eating the last of his soft taco.
“She ain’t doing shit,” 9ine popped back. “I’m trying to offer the bitch some safety. If she can’t handle a nigga like me fucking with her, she might as well let the rusty-ass white dude near the tunnel rape her ass and throw her off Town Mountain Road.”
Kofi looked up and caught a glimpse of the amazing view. He knew for a fact that many made the trip up the road but didn’t come down alive. 9ine was right, but the approach Kofi wanted to use on her was to be subtle. She showed all the signs of being the perfect chick for Leshaun’s stable. She looked young and had a little attitude, and all Kofi needed to know was if she was coachable.
“I am sorry for calling you but can I stay at your house for three days?” Kofi overheard the girl ask. This was going to be easy for him. The girl confirmed that should’ve made the arrangements before she jumped on the bus and headed to the big city. Kofi surmised that the girl abruptly got out of an abusive situation and she hadn’t thought that far ahead.
Whatever her friend said on the other line didn’t sound promising. Kofi and 9ine watched as the girl shook her head like she’d been dealt a devastating blow.
“What should I do? I don’t have any place to go.” The girl looked behind her. 9ine and Kofi still had her in their sights. Each of them viewed her like a meal they were getting ready to devour. “You know of any other place I can go?”
Kofi and 9ine watched as the girl pressed END on the phone and put it in her small pink bag. She walked back to the station and looked to see who was behind her. The girl was scared as she started booking it down Tunnel Road through the tunnel.
“Hey, baby, wait for me.”
Kofi and 9ine couldn’t see where the voice was coming from, but they both booked it to the tunnel. They knew a lot of mentally deranged folks hung out and walked aimlessly. Cars sped through on either side and honked their horns loudly, mainly just to make noise. Kofi saw the young man in shabby clothes grab her. “Bitch, what do you have, cancer?”
“Nigga, fall back.” 9ine caught up with the young man first and separated the two.
“Fuck you, Prince Charming.” The stale man spit alcohol and phlegm in 9ine’s direction. “I don’t want no bald-headed, cancer-looking bitch.”
“Then why you got your hands on her then?” 9ine punched the man before waiting for an answer.
While 9ine manhandled the potential rapist, Kofi walked next to her. “Listen, I know my boy was a complete asshole but, as you can see, we had no intentions but to look out for you. We know you by yourself and you have nowhere to turn. Roll with us for the night, meet our Ma, and if you want the help she can offer you, we’ll make sure you’ll always have a safe passage home. Even if you don’t want to fuck with us no more.”
Kofi studied the girl. She was easily five inches shorter than him. She had a full body with large breasts, a little pooch, and a thick waist. The young woman before him saw hard times but, he knew if she cleaned herself up, she had potential to fuck with them for a little while.
“She a’ight?” 9ine could be heard yelling from the tunnel.
“Yeah.” Kofi put his arm around her. She didn’t resist. “She gonna be fine.”
“I’m 9ine.” 9ine extended his hand. “My name is spelled with a number in it.”
“That’s cool.” The young woman extended her hand and smiled. The full set of teeth sealed the deal for Kofi. She was worth the time and energy needed to clean her up.
“I’m Kofi, and we got a small, beat-up Toyota Corolla,” Kofi offered as he walked to the green car that was parked near a streetlight. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the keys. “We gonna take a ride and get you cleaned up. Then, in the morning, we’ll go shopping.”
“I’m Chasity,” the woman introduced herself. “I can get my own clothes, but I do appreciate the room for the night. Am I gonna have to give you some pussy?”
“Only if you need some dick,” 9ine licked his lips and responded sarcastically.
“What my boy is saying is that we not gonna make you do what you don’t want to do.” Kofi smacked 9ine on the back of the head. “Straight up, we both hustlers and we both make enough money selling dick and other goods and services that we don’t need to take no pussy from you.”
“You guys get paid to swing wood?” Chasity was amazed. She’d never heard no bullshit like that before in life. “So Ma is—”
“She’s my mother and his pimp,” 9ine answered.
“Sounds like someone I can fuck with while I’m here.” Chasity was impressed. Kofi smiled, knowing that Chasity was letting her guard down around them.
Kofi unlocked the door once they got to the car and he offered her the front seat. “Look, before we go any further, how old are you?”
“I’m nineteen.” Chasity took her bag off and opened it. She dug in and pulled out a North Carolina ID that said her name and that she was from Cary. Kofi did the math in his head and realized the young girl was gonna turn twenty in a few weeks.
Kofi pulled off from the parking lot and watched as Chasity leaned against the window and enjoyed the view of the Asheville skyline in the background. They made it down the street to another small motel not too far from the I-240 ramp. As they pulled into the motel, Kofi got up and adjusted his sweatpants. Chasity pulled her scarf down so that no one could see her hair. 9ine looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone around who could cause any drama. They walked past an older lady holding a grocery bag with one hand.
9ine pulled out the room key and turned the key in the lock to open the door. They saw Zay walking around buck-naked with a towel hanging from his neck. The shower was running, and clothes were laid neatly over one of the king-sized beds.
“Hey!” Zay called out as if Chasity were one of their clients. “Where you from?”
“Go put some clothes on!” 9ine ordered.
“She’s staying here for the night, and then we’ll meet up with Leshaun in the morning,” Kofi added.
Zay headed into the shower and shook his head.
“Y’all are wild,” Chasity observed. “I have half a mind to get in the shower with him.”
“Join him at your own risk.” Kofi seemed indifferent as he picked up the remote and turned on the television. Chasity took a seat on the bed, declining the offer. Kofi gave Chasity the remote, and she quickly found BET. They watched a Girlfriends rerun, and by time the last commercials were done, Zay and Tiana had come out of the shower. They each quickly dressed. Zay rocked some late-nineties gear with his pants leg rolled up like LL Cool J used to wear, and Tiana’s shoulder-length hair was tight and complemented her equally long earrings. She looked like one of those around the way girls LL Cool J rapped about. “We about to go meet up with this couple staying at the Baymont on Hendersonville Road,” Zay informed him. “They want a nineties party, and we’re giving them one.”
“Yeah, we gotta be there in fifteen minutes,” Tiana added as she ran her fingers through her hair in the mirror.
Kofi looked at the time on his phone. “You need the nineties car to go with it?”
“Yeah. That will make it easier,” Tiana confirmed.
Kofi dug in his pocket and pulled out the keys and tossed them to Zay. In a minute, Zay and Tiana were out the door.
“All of y’all work out of this little-ass room?” Chasity looked around.
“Naw, this is a temporary situation,” 9ine replied.
“You really from Cary?” Kofi asked.
“I grew up in Philly, but I’m in Cary now,” Chasity answered. “I was going to Central, but I flunked out, and now I’m here.”
Kofi made his way to the refrigerator under the television. He pulled out some of the bean burritos he purchased earlier in the day and put them in the microwave. He could hear Chasity’s stomach growling.
“It sounds like you haven’t eaten in days,” Kofi commented as took out a bag of cinnamon twists and handed it to her.
“Thank you.” Chasity accepted the generosity and put one in her mouth.
“Normally I’d cook but, like we said, this room is a temporary situation,” Kofi offered as he looked Chasity over. The burritos finished, and he tossed 9ine one and gave her two. Kofi studied the Bukkweat Bill–type haircut could not be concealed under the scarf Chasity was wearing. Her face was still fresh from bruises from her mother’s brutal attack. The sympathy in his eyes let her know that he wanted to help.
“The room is full. Where will she sleep?” 9ine asked.
“Let’s see.” Kofi sat at the table with his own cinnamon twist. “She can have my bed for the night. I doubt Tiana and Zay are coming back so you can sleep in the other bed and I’ll just chill right here.”
“I’m not gonna put you out,” Chasity offered. “I can sleep on top of the covers, and you can sleep under them.”
“It should be the other way around,” Kofi corrected her.
“Why don’t both of y’all sleep under the covers?” 9ine suggested. “That way, y’all won’t feel awkward and y’all can get that shit over with.”
Kofi shook his head. He didn’t have any intention of messing around with Chasity unless she started something.
9ine got up to go to the bathroom, and Kofi watched as Chasity took off the scarf she was wearing and put her bag on his bed. “So who putting their hands on you?” he asked as she sat on bed.
“My mom, she just likes to hit a little bit too much, and I don’t hit her back,” Chasity admitted softly. She never wanted to admit to anyone the type of abuse she was putting up with from her mother on a day-to-day basis. “I was trying to help her, but I can only do so much.”
Kofi shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it.”
She finally sat on the bed with him and fiddled through her things. “I just do.”
Chasity opened up to Kofi and told him how she felt about her mother and how she always hit her. Chasity told him how she got her “haircut” and how her mother spit on her, in addition to the things her mother threw at her or hit her with. Chasity almost brought herself to tears. Kofi gave her a hug and promised everything was going to be okay and, for the first time in her life, Chasity believed that.
Chapter Four
“Bitch, wake up!” Janae later shoved Lysa after Lloyd made his exit. She sprayed flowery-scented air freshener. She was still in the room Lloyd brought her in earlier.
“Damn, girl, I ain’t ’sleep!” Lysa rolled over and sat up. “You making all that fucking noise like you never had any dick before.” She frowned.
“That’s because it was good!” Janae smiled as she sat down and rubbed her sore breasts. Lloyd wasted no time folding her every which way but sideways and testing out all her holes. “Guess what I made Lloyd do?” She grinned.
Lysa shrugged and pulled at the hem of the black boy shorts that circled her chocolate thick hips. “Probably something stupid or nasty.”
“I made him lick my ass!” Janae bragged as she turned over and shook her ass in the air.
“Eww.” Lysa covered her mouth.
“Fuck you ewwing for?” Janae rolled her neck, offended that her girl thought she was nasty. “That nigga loved it! And I liked it too.”
“That’s TMI for me, girl.” Lysa shook her head. “I don’t think nothing is sexy about licking or fucking an ass. Nope, that ain’t for me. It’s exit only.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.” Janae laughed. “For real! It felt good!”
Lysa glanced at her watch and saw it was ten minutes to midnight. “What’s up with this lick?”
Janae sighed. “I need a damn cigarette!”
“I’m out too.” Lysa didn’t bother to reach for her purse.
“Damn! I don’t feel like walking to the store,” Janae complained. “Uh, you feel like going to the corner store for me?”
“Yeah. But I want to hear more about this new lick you got lined up.” Lysa studied Janae. Any idea to get money was good as long as she didn’t get hurt.
Janae sat on the bed and slid her legs up under her. “Okay, all bullshit aside, this lick won’t be like nothing we ever done. We won’t be dealing with no true-to-life street dudes, and that will play in our favor.”
“How?” Lysa asked.
“A street nigga don’t give a fuck. These pimps, they have an image to maintain. They’re in the public eye and can’t be on no dumb shit.”
Lysa nodded. “All right, that makes sense. But what I don’t get is this: how do we get their bread in our hands?”
“Blackmail!” Janae rubbed her hands together. “We’ll hit them muthafuckers with a choice. The only choice. Run us our
money.”
“This shit sounds too damn complicated.” Lysa crossed her arms.
“Nothing about robbing anyone is supposed to be easy,” Janae explained. “This ain’t no gun-and-mask lick. We gotta be up on our shit to pull this off. All you gotta do is trust me on this. We ain’t about to waste our time on no nickel-and-dime lick. If we do this shit right, we can get up outta these projects!”
Lysa scratched behind her ear. “How much bread can we get?”
“Depends on who we get. Like I told you, Lloyd, he’s hiding his paper! From what I overheard last night, he got more than one revenue stream, some legit, some illegal. I’m willing to bet he’s sitting on a hundred fucking racks!”
“So?” Lysa shrugged with a confused look.
“Bitch, do you know we can get the fuck out of Asheville with that kind of loot? And that’s just half of the lick.”
“How?” Lysa asked with a load of doubt.
Janae sighed and rolled her eyes. “Once I find where the rest of his shit is at, we’ll blackmail his ass and take his ride and whatever jewels he’s rocking. He looks like an old Rolex-ass dude anyway.”
“I get the robbing part,” Lysa concurred, “but the shit about a blackmail move, explain.”
Janae smiled. “This is where you come in. Name one pussy-loving dude who can resist you.”
Lysa shifted on the couch. For all it was worth, she held the title of being one of the baddest bitches in Buncombe County. Her ghetto thick frame and chocolate skin tone had all the rowdy hustlers ready to fuck. She was hood, but far from being a ho. Even in a pair of plain shorts and a T-shirt, her every voluptuous curve had to be admired. In truth, Lysa was a certified dime piece, and she was still poor and stressed the fuck out.