Definition of a Bad Girl

by MìChaune

  Prince shouted Leshaun’s name as his dick shot its climax inside her. In the height of his release, the blindfold came off. To his uttermost reach of shock, he stared up at Sarah biting down on a cloth to muffle her moans as she took the dick. His body went against his mind. He hated her even as his dick blasted off again and again. Sarah spat the cloth out and swirled her pussy on his dick. Prince closed his eyes in defeat, powerless to stop Sarah from taking all she wanted.

  A rage burned inside him as Sarah eased off his lap. He squeezed his eyes shut as she licked him clean. His will to resist her stood no chance.

  * * *

  Gogo rolled from under Lloyd when she heard the shower running. She rubbed her tired eyes and took notice of the time on her iPhone: 3:45 a.m. Without waking Lloyd, she got out of the bed and cursed when she hit her toe on the leg of the night table.

  “’Bout time you come back.” Gogo walked into the bathroom.

  Leshaun snatched the shower curtain open with her face twisted.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Gogo closed the door and leaned against the sink with her arms crossed. “You haven’t answered any of my calls since your ass left.”

  “Shit just fucked up right now!” Leshaun replied from the steamy shower.

  “That ain’t new. And that sure as hell don’t explain why you’ve been MIA on me. I’ve been worried sick about your ass.”

  “I just need to get my life together, and I want to . . . I just . . . Shit!”

  Gogo sat down on the toilet. “Something we need to talk about?”

  “Promise not to get mad?” Leshaun asked timidly.

  “I promise. Now tell me what’s bugging you, girl.”

  Leshaun stayed under the shower and told Gogo all about her encounter with Prince and with meeting his bitch of a ex-wife.

  Gogo took a moment to let everything sink in before she said anything. “Did you tell this nigga about me?”

  “Fuck no!” Leshaun turned the shower off and reached for a towel. “He’s still coming up here, so I hope you got your shit together.”

  “Are you sure,” she stressed, “that you didn’t mention shit about—”

  Leshaun sucked her teeth. “Ain’t no fucking snitch!”

  “Didn’t say you was.”

  “Well, stop asking me the same damn question over and over. No means no, okay?”

  Gogo bit her words to avoid an argument. “Everything is in place. Even with your ass MIA.”

  Leshaun slid the shower curtain open with the towel around her neck. “I feel so damn stupid!”

  Gogo nodded. “Uh, you might wanna go and take some tests and stuff to make sure he ain’t give you any STDs. That dick musta been fire!”

  Leshaun rolled her eyes and kept her comments silent. The dick was more than good. That thang was Frosted Flakes great! “You can cancel your plan to steal his car because he’s catching a plane up here.”

  “Damn!” Gogo stood as Leshaun stepped out of the shower. “I was looking forward to driving his shit to the chop shop.”

  “Lloyd here?” Leshaun asked as she tied the towel around her naked frame. “I saw his ride outside.”

  Gogo nodded. “And would you believe his girl kicked his black ass out?”

  “That’s what he get,” Leshaun replied.

  “And guess what else? I got him to help me with this next lick.”

  Leshaun sighed as she stood at the door. “I just want all this shit to be over with. Real talk. I’m tired of being stressed out.”

  Gogo hugged Leshaun and dealt with her guilt on the things she did behind Leshaun’s back. Fucking Lloyd and short-changing Leshaun ate at her conscience on the low.

  “We’ll get through this,” Gogo promised. “Even if we have to rob every crew and john.”

  Leshaun wanted to believe in Gogo. Whatever happened with Prince, she didn’t give a fuck. Her broken heart pushed her mindset to a driven purpose, and it was all about the money.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Janae couldn’t believe she was inside Bryson’s bedroom. Not a hotel, bed and breakfast, or some other place to fuck. She’d made it inside his massive bachelor pad. Fitted caps from every ATL team lined the sturdy top frame. Pictures of Bryson and various females took up the outer perimeter of a mirror she couldn’t stand to look at anymore. Janae sat up in the bed and saw her clothes lying in a pile against the wall.

  Bryson surprised her, entering the bedroom with a breakfast tray. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. I made you some breakfast. Turkey bacon, egg and cheese wrap with hash browns and bell peppers.”

  Janae reached up and took the tray and placed it in her lap. “Thank you, babe. I’ll be down in a minute.”

  Bryson smiled. He walked over and gave her a kiss. “I left the black card on the table. The keys to the Mustang are on the key hook. Go get a new dress. The dealership is having a ball tonight, and I want you to be in something brand new. I know you can pick them out.”

  “I thought you were going to get the day off?” Janae was a little concerned. The royal treatment Bryson had been giving her as of late was nice, but she knew somewhere there was a cost.

  “I thought so too, but the owner’s son called out, and I got to close this deal personally,” Bryson insisted. “You know Lloyd and I do what we got to do to keep our clients happy.”

  Janae threw on a smile. “Okay, babe, I’ll get something nice to wear. What’s my limit?”

  “What limit?” Bryson acted like he was insulted. “Girl, you playing. I told you pick something nice. I expect you to spend a couple of stacks. And with the deal I’m about to make, I’ll pay it back.” Bryson gave Janae another kiss. “I got to go. I’ll send the limo to pick you up by six.”

  Janae shook her head as she watched Bryson rush out. I wonder if the poverty I exchanged for extravagance was worth it? Don’t get me wrong, I like the money; but I have no man at home to share it with. Janae picked up the phone and went through her pictures. She admired the pics of her, Lysa, Lloyd, and Bryson and her and the other girls in their stable. But she got to the few private pics Kofi sent during their courtship, and she licked her lips. She put her hand down there for some finger play but quickly changed her mind. She picked up the phone, went to the messages app, and clicked on the last conversation she had with Kofi before everything went down.

  “I wish he could come over for a minute,” Janae mouthed to her phone as she set the phone to the side and went to finish her breakfast.

  * * *

  Kofi sat in the dining area of the bed and breakfast they were working out of. He was enjoying a homemade bowl of grits, sliced cheese, and bacon bits. Zay’s cheap Android phone buzzed and danced. Kofi looked up and saw Leshaun’s number and shook his head. “There she go, texting for some sex again. Go give boss lady some dick.”

  Zay stormed into the kitchen and snatched the phone. “Why I gotta give her some dick, Ko?”

  “It’s eight thirty in the morning. You still don’t have a job, at least not a legitimate one. She don’t have a job. Prince probably pissed her off again. So she wants you to go over there and put in some work. What are you going to do, son?” Kofi stated the obvious.

  “Let me get that paper when you’re done with it. Maybe I can find something this week.” Zay sat at the table, opened the phone, read the text, and deleted it.

  “You said that last week. And we’re still here,” Kofi reminded him.

  “I’m still looking. Trying to get up out of here comfortably,” Zay assured him.

  “Trust me, I’m starting to become content with being a deadbeat father. No responsibilities or a mouth to feed, praise Jesus.” Zay and Kofi stare at one another. “You were always a sensitive one. Keep breaking her back so she’ll keep calling back. Maybe this time you’ll make a baby with her. ’Sides, you don’t have nothing better to do than to plot our next crime and go lie up with the boss.”

  “I’m not laying up like that with Leshaun,” Zay denied.

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��You better go lie up with Leshaun. Maybe if you were getting some on a regular, you could get and keep a job. That’s motivation. If it were me, you’d have another little brother or little sister by now. Because I would have lain all up in that girl.”

  “Thanks for the unsolicited advice,” Zay offered.

  “It’s okay to ask for help,” Kofi offered, “to not know what to do. To seek out guidance from someone who’s been there, who knows. It’s not okay to continue to lie in a state of helplessness because that’s all you know.”

  “I’m not going to go lie up with that girl,” Zay insisted.

  “Tell me another lie. You gotta come up with some better ones,” Kofi replied.

  “I’m not lying. I don’t want to keep robbing people forever.” Zay sounded motivated.

  “Robbery is like crack. You’ll always keep chasing that first high. The thrill will never be same as it was the first time,” Kofi warned as he watched Zay get his things and head out the door.

  * * *

  Zay agreed to meet Leshaun in the food court. When he saw her, she had a few shopping bags from some of the big-name department stores. Leshaun set the bags down in a seat next to them.

  “Thanks for meeting me here.” Leshaun looked him over. “How come you didn’t get anything to eat?”

  “I wasn’t hungry,” Zay lied. His stomach was growling, and he hoped she didn’t hear it.

  “Well, I’m going to get some Chinese food.” Leshaun reached into her pocket and pulled out two twenties and handed them to Zay. “I can’t be the only one eating, so go get you something.”

  “Okay.” Zay took the money and went and got their food. He hated when she chose to treat him like he was a toy in her dollhouse. Always convenient, always there.

  The line was short, and he kept it simple with chicken fried rice, vegetable eggrolls, and Sprite. Zay waited until Leshaun came back from washing her hands before he sat down.

  Zay dug in his pocket to pull out some money. “Here’s your change.”

  “I’m good. You might need that to catch the bus home or something.” Leshaun put her fork in without blessing the food.

  Zay stared at her, opened his mouth to speak. “But . . .” He started to address the comment, but Leshaun kept eating her food. “Thank you.” He slouched in the chair.

  Leshaun paid him no mind. “Even with this fucked-up situation I’ve been delivered, I’m working on making this experience better for my good. The lesson I learned is not to put all my eggs in one basket.” Leshaun finally looked up from her plate. “I have different things going on, but everyone can’t see my hand.”

  “I see I need to take after you.” Zay bowed his head to say a small prayer over his food.

  “Really.” Leshaun scrunched up her nose.

  Zay leaned over the table. “Hopefully now that I’m in your face you can hear me. I might be down on my luck, but I’m not going to let you or anyone else walk on me and treat me like shit.”

  “Zay—” Leshaun tried to change the subject because the last thing she wanted was a fight with Zay.

  “No, you listen,” Zay cut her off. “I’m not in need of your approval of what I do and how I live my life. When I lived with you, you couldn’t stand the fact that I wasn’t your top-producing whore. That I downsized myself to the types of clients I’d consider just so I could pay my bills. Now that you live from hotel room to expensive hotel room, I’m good enough to do what Prince can’t or won’t do. So I tell you what. The next time you want some of this”—Zay stood up and grabbed his crotch—“you gotta pay for it.”

  Zay pushed his chair and walked away from Leshaun, ignoring the multiple times she called his name.

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  After the blowup with Zay, Leshaun was inside Torrid the next day. She had on her Ann Taylor suit with her hair pinned up, holding a few blouses, ready to try out the Discover card she had lifted. She had linked the information to a dummy card she intended to present to make the purchase.

  “Can I help you?” A sales representative approached her as she was walking around the lingerie section.

  “Yes, you can. I’m looking for lace panties. Can you point me in the right direction?” Leshaun put on her act. In reality, she knew where she was in the store, but she couldn’t let him know.

  “Sure. Down the aisle on the right.”

  “Thank you.” Leshaun walked toward the aisle near the dressing room, scoping the items she was about to grab. She walked in the dressing room, put her purse down, and took a breather.

  Hit and move, hit and move! Leshaun kept telling herself to get ready to take more stuff. She quickly picked out items and occasionally looked around as she walked to the dressing room.

  “Miss!”

  Leshaun stopped suddenly and panicked. She knew she hadn’t made a mistake but hearing the assertive tone the sales representative was carrying made her second-guess.

  “Yes!” Leshaun responded.

  “You dropped your bracelet,” he pointed out.

  Leshaun turned around. “Thank you!”

  Leshaun was messing up. What the hell did she need with a fake bracelet? Leshaun told herself that she had been in the store too long, and she should get the last of the things and go. Leshaun came out of the dressing room and handed the remaining undergarments to the sales representative.

  “So, would you like to purchase any of the items?” the sales representative asked.

  “Yeah, I’m on my way to the register now,” she answered.

  The sales representative nodded his head and took his place behind the register. “Would you like to add—”

  “No, thank you.” Even with a straight face, Leshaun was frustrated and nervous. She prayed for a smooth transaction. The items cost $365 in total. Not a lot of money in the grand scheme of things, but a large enough transaction to test the waters with the card. Making too large of a transaction would’ve alerted Discover, and she didn’t want to do that.

  The transaction cleared without a hitch, and Leshaun quickly made a beeline to the exit. Once she made it out of the door, Leshaun pulled out her phone and called Gogo.

  “Hello,” Gogo answered on the first ring.

  “Hey, girl, where you at?”

  “I’m about to go meet up with Lloyd. What’s up?”

  “Is that right? Come to my room first. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

  “Yeah, where you at?”

  “I’m at this yellow bed and breakfast in the Montford area I’m thinking about buying. I’m gonna send you a text with the address in a minute.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you in an hour. Bye.”

  “Um, I’m going to be someone’s company tonight.”

  “Who?” Leshaun sat up.

  Gogo blushed as she rearranged the Essence magazines on the brass and wood living room table. “Lloyd. Duh.”

  “Oh, yeah. Humph! I see you found your way into his inner circle.” Leshaun was pleased to hear the news.

  “Wasn’t too hard,” Gogo stated. “All I had to do was act like all I wanted was the dick. Ain’t got time for no drama-filled relationship. Fuck that!”

  “Aarggh!” Leshaun lay back on the sofa. “Life sucks!”

  “Hey! You still got my green teddy with the sheer front?”

  “Yeah. But it’s at the cleaners.”

  “Damn!” Gogo stood with her hands on her protruding hips.

  “Go hood on his ass.” Leshaun giggled. “T-shirt and panties.”

  Gogo’s mood went up through the roof to see Leshaun back in good spirits. “Put that gun up before Lloyd gets here. Don’t want him to think we on no grimy shit.” Gogo winked.

  Leshaun smacked her lips. “He ain’t caked up like that.”

  “True. But the dick is hellafied mmm-mmm good.”

  “Bitch, you crazy!” Leshaun laughed.

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  “Don’t answer it,” Gogo whispered against Lloyd’s ear when a new text buzzed his
phone.

  Lloyd risked his fight with temptation by inviting Gogo aka Liah to his hotel room. He stood at the end of the teal leather sofa as Gogo flaunted her body for his pleasure. She reached for his hands and smiled up at him.

  “I’m good at keeping secrets,” she whispered.

  Lloyd dared not to look at the rise of her cleavage and prominent nipple prints.

  “You seem a little nervous,” she said when he didn’t reply.

  “It’s been a rough week,” he admitted.

  “Ummm. Maybe I can change that.” She squeezed his hands and pressed her ample breasts against his chest.

  “How?” Lloyd regretted his reply the second it spilled through his lips. He clearly saw her game of seduction, and yet he still risked the chance to play.

  “I can think of a number of ways.” She released his hands and trailed her fingers up his arms. “We’re both adults, and I’m sure you have me in this room for a reason. “

  Lloyd was mindful of women who approached him because of his career. With Gogo, her stunning looks were rated as mind-boggling. In his opinion, she could grace the cover of a magazine. He admired her looks, and his lust teased him into wonderment on the sight of her nudeness. “What do you want the reason to be?” he asked with his hands on her waist.

  Gogo circled her arms around his neck. “Sex,” she cooed softly. “I want to be the reason your dick gets hard. Can I see it?”

  Lloyd pulled her against his throbbing erection by the belt loops of her jeans. “Do you know the difference between sex and fucking?”

  Gogo felt his hammer below his waist and her thirst to see it grow. “Sex is . . . It’s done for a goal. Two people helping each other toward that climax.”

  “And fucking?”

  “It’s raw and greedy. Fast and nasty and just . . . Mmm, you’re making me wet, Lloyd!” She squeezed his shoulders. “I feel it. But I want to see your dick,” she gasped as the friction of his dick stirred her pussy.

  “What do you plan to do with it?” He brushed his lips across her ear.

  “Anything you want me to.” Her dulcet voice flowed into his ears and pushed him across that line. Gogo bit her bottom lip and clung to Lloyd as his hands took a firm hold of her ass. Dizzy with lust, she kissed his cheek before she nibbled her way to his lips. As bad as her body called for sex, her greed of money came first. She swirled her tongue in his mouth as she lowered a hand between his legs. She caressed the lump under his pants until he moaned against her soft lips. Her fingers traced the print before she undid his belt. She yanked it loose and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.