Supreme Clientele

by Ashley Antoinette Snell

  Zya looked him in the eyes and nodded her head. She was nervous. She had only felt love for one other person in her entire life, and that was Jules. The feelings that were creeping into her heart at that moment scared her. She wasn’t trying to fall in love, but sure enough, she was slipping, and there was no catching her balance. She didn’t want to love Snow, but she was starting to.

  Snow moved his hands softly up her neck. He pulled her close to him, and his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. She kissed him back hesitantly and explored his body with her hands as she felt tingles run up and down her spine. As their kiss continued Zya became comfortable, and her tongue massaged Snow’s mouth aggressively but gently.

  Snow stopped suddenly and said, “Wait, this ain’t right. You feeling it from the champagne, and I don’t want you to regret this in the morning. We can’t mix business and pleasure.”

  Zya’s body was on fire. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping wet, but she knew that he was right. She nodded her head and they stood up. “You’re right. We can’t do this.” She began to walk out of the room but stopped when she got to the bottom of the steps that led upstairs.

  “Snow?” she called out, knowing he was watching her.

  “Yeah?” he replied.

  She turned around and felt the desire burning between her thighs. “I want you,” she said softly as they rushed toward each other. Zya tackled Snow onto the floor, and he laid her on her back. Her pussy was dripping wet, and her mind was filled with erotic thoughts as she fantasized about what Snow was going to do with the bulge that was growing inside his boxers.

  Snow looked on in awe as he watched Zya tease him. Zya parted her pussy lips and revealed her pink-ness to him. “No business with pleasure?” she asked him seductively.

  Snow’s dick was practically ripping the fabric of his boxers. He released his long, black, thick dick from the confinement of his underwear, and he slid her thong to the side and filled the space with his manhood. She kissed him forcefully as he ripped her bra from her body. Her D-cups filled his hands as he massaged them with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other.

  “Damn!” he growled as she got on top of him, and then put her vagina in his face while lowering her mouth onto his dick. He dove his tongue into her sweet pussy like it was a hard dick, and she moaned loudly and arched her back as she let him make love to her mouth. He watched her round ass as it bounced up and down on his face, and he almost burst from the sight.

  He lifted her off of him because the sex was too good. He was afraid that he would explode at any minute. He picked her up and kissed her passionately as he carried her upstairs to the bedroom. He laid her down on her stomach and eased into her from behind. She moaned and tried to run from the size of him, but he pulled her down gently and began to rock slowly in and out of her, sending a pulsing sensation through her body.

  “Snow . . .” she called out as he went in and out of her. She grabbed the headboard in pleasure as he made love to her, and it felt so good she thought she was losing her mind.

  He switched positions and lay down as his manhood stood at full attention, teasing her. It was her turn to turn him out. She jumped on him and rotated her hips in circles, riding him at a slow place. He sucked on her nipples gently as she gyrated on his pole. The way she rode him made her breasts bounce up and down, causing him to become entranced in her hypnotic movements. Zya rode Snow like she had invented the position, and it was by far the best pussy he had ever felt. There was so much sexual tension and frustration built up between the two of them, and it made the sex that much more intense.

  “Damn, girl,” he said as she locked and unlocked her vaginal muscles, making him go crazy. He loved the brief pleasure that he felt every time Zya bounced up and down, causing her ass cheeks to slam against his balls. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her near until they were face to face. Her eyes were closed, and she bit her lip as she rode his hard, thick dick.

  “I love you, Zya,” Snow whispered in her ear.

  “I love you, Snow. Oh my God . . . I love you so much,” she moaned. Snow was laying the pipe, and she knew that her pussy would be forever his. She felt his body tense up, and he curled his toes as her face twisted in utter delight. They both felt the other begin to climax.

  “Snow!” she yelled out loud as her orgasm rushed her body.

  He touched Zya’s hips and pounded her down one last time and then lifted her off of him as he let out an animal-like grunt. His semen oozed out, a symbol of his satisfaction. Snow looked over at Zya, who was staring up at the ceiling. He pulled her near him, and she rested her head on his chest.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked.

  “I was hoping that I didn’t just make a mistake.”

  He kissed the top of her head and replied, “You don’t have to worry about nothing. I’m here with you and only you. I told you I was gon’ make you my queen. Fuck that mixing business with pleasure shit. It ain’t none of that. It’s just us, you and me. We in this together. We about to get this money, and the only thing you should be worried about is how you gon’ spend it.”

  Zya sat up and smiled at him. He was what she wanted, and now that she had decided to take it to an intimate level with him, there was no turning back. “I don’t know anything that could feel better than this,” she said.

  Snow smirked and replied, “I do.”

  “And what’s that?” she asked as she formed an instant attitude, thinking he was talking about another girl.

  “Getting Heavy,” Snow replied. “When we get home, I want you to help put the word out. That mu’fucka been hiding since he stuck you up, but I got ten stacks for whoever can point me in his direction.”

  Chapter 10

  Dope Fiend

  “He looks like he’s a good candidate. Right?” Zya asked as she stared at the man walking to his car with an ugly pilot’s hat on his head.

  “Nah, he walks like he’s got a stick up his ass. He’s probably never done anything wrong his entire life. What about that ugly cat right there?” Snow asked as he pointed across the airport’s parking garage at a chubby man who was also wearing a pilot’s hat.

  “Not him either,” Zya said, shaking her head.

  They had been sitting in the airport’s staff garage for over an hour, trying to find the right pilot to approach. Zya was growing skeptical about their recruiting tactics and began to second guess approaching a total stranger with their illegal proposition.

  What if we ask the wrong person and he runs to the authorities? Then the whole transaction would be ruined, Zya thought as she watched a group of pilots exiting.

  “First shift must be leaving now,” Snow said as he looked at his watch then back at the group of men leaving. One pilot came out, lagging behind, and caught their attention. He snatched the corny pilot’s hat off of his head as soon he stepped out of the door, and lit a Newport cigarette. He had his pilot shirt’s first two buttons undone, revealing his gold chain and chest hair. He had a certain swagger as he walked, like he came straight off a Sopranos episode. He looked kind of cheesy, but he was just what they were looking for. When he thought no one was looking, he took a leak on the side of a car.

  “That’s our guy!” they both said simultaneously.

  Snow hopped out of the car and waited until the man passed the car, and began to follow him. The man was so busy trying to shake the piss off of his shoe, he didn’t even notice Snow sneak up right behind him. Snow pulled out his pistol from his waistline and stuck it to the back of the man’s neck.

  “If you don’t want me to blow yo’ fuckin brains out, cooperate,” Snow whispered as he directed the pilot to his car. Zya had the door already open, so Snow shoved him inside. Snow hopped in the front seat and looked at the nervous man sitting there terrified.

  “Here, take all of my money,” he said as he tossed his wallet into the front seat. Snow caught the wallet and threw it right back at him, hitting him in the face.

  Zya began
to speak. “We don’t want to take your money. We want to give you ours.”

  The man grew a confused look on his face and murmured, “Huh?”

  “We have a proposition for you. We need something transported from Cuba back to the States.”

  The man threw both of his hands in the air and began to sweat profusely. “I don’t know what kind of game you guys are—”

  “Shut that bullshit up. You like money, right?” Snow asked.

  The man hesitated before answering, “Well, yeah. Who doesn’t?”

  Snow nodded his head and said, “That is what this is all about.”

  He tossed the man a stack of money from his glove compartment and continued to attempt to persuade the man. “That’s twenty-five grand. We have another fifty for you after you transport the goods for us. We have the jet already. You just have to fly the mu’fucka.”

  The man caught the money, and his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw all of the hundred- and fifty-dollar bills. He stuttered before beginning to talk. “I-I don’t know about this.”

  “Well, give us back the money,” Zya said as she reached for the stack in his hand.

  The man threw his free hand up and said, “Now, hold a minute.” He looked at the money and flipped through the bills once again. “You say I’ll get fifty more on my return?”

  Zya and Snow looked at each other and smiled. They knew they had just acquired the pilot they needed for the job.

  “Here is how you can contact one of us directly. Both of our numbers are programmed on speed dial,” Snow said as he tossed a cell phone into the pilot’s lap. The pilot put the money and cell phone in his briefcase and hurried out of the car. Zya took a deep breath then exhaled.

  “I hope he calls back. We really need him on our team right now. If we can’t find a pilot, the deal is bust, and we gon’ lose out on a half-mil.”

  “He’ll call,” Snow said confidently as he started the car.

  “What makes you so sure of that?” Zya said with uncertainty.

  “Did you see his face light up when we dropped that cash in his lap? I knew he was game as soon as he got that look in his eyes. Shit, everyone has a price.”

  “I hope you are right. Now we just have to sit back and wait on him,” Zya said as she put on her designer sunglasses and leaned back in her chair. Snow pulled out of the parking garage and headed back to Zya’s spot in Harlem.

  Vita smacked her arm frantically with two fingers, desperately searching for a vein. The dope house that she sat in was dim and musty. She was surrounded by all kinds of drug users and junkies, but they all had one common goal: everyone was searching for a high. Vita had just turned a trick with one of the dealers in the back of the dope house to pay for her fix. She still hadn’t lost her ass yet, and the drug dealers took advantage of it by exchanging sexual favors for product. She was a hot commodity in the dope houses she lurked in.

  Vita injected the heroin-filled syringe into her vein and felt the drug work its magic. The warm sensation slowly crept up her vein, and she closed her eyes as she entered her momentary paradise. Vita’s eyes began to water, and a slight smile formed on her face. Vita’s addiction had grown stronger and stronger as the days passed. She eventually found out that Heavy had been giving her heroin rather than coke, but by that time, it was too late. She had already become addicted. After snorting heroin didn’t get her high anymore, she switched to shooting up, because she knew that she would feel the full potency of the drug. She got a better high through the needle.

  After she helped Heavy set up Zya, she hadn’t heard from him. With no money and Heavy not there to supply her with her drug habit, she did anything for a fix. She would suck or fuck whoever, just to get the monkey off of her back. What once was a beautiful young lady was now a pitiful dope-head with a bad addiction.

  Vita thought every day about how she had betrayed Zya, and she regretted it. She had crossed her best friend just to get a high and some money. The fucked up part about it was she didn’t even get anything out of the caper. Heavy manipulated her into giving him the information he needed to rob her best friend, and then after he used her, he split. Now Vita had no one. She had no family, no man, and she had lost Zya, the closest person to her.

  Vita sat in the corner with her legs wide open, exposing her vagina to whoever wanted to see it. She had been wearing the same skirt for days, and she smelled badly. She was so high, she didn’t care. She just sat there and enjoyed the incredible feeling. That’s why she didn’t notice who crept up on her and gave her a rude awakening.

  Zya sat at her dining table and stared at her phone, hoping that it would ring. It had been twenty-four hours since they had approached the pilot, and she had not received a call.

  I knew that square-ass mu’fucka wasn’t going to call back. I can’t see how people are so scared to get money. No big risk, no big reward. People on Wall Street take bigger risks than this on the daily.

  Just as she was about to give up on waiting, her cell phone rang. She looked down at the caller ID and she grew disappointed. It was only Black Ty.

  “What the fuck does he want? I just sold him a couple of bricks two days ago. I know he ain’t ran through them that quick,” she said just before answering her phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Yo, Zya. Guess who I am looking at right now.”

  “Who?”

  “Vita. She over here at one of my dope houses on 140th, knocked out in the corner. She looks bad, too.”

  “The one I used to drop the bricks off at?”

  “Yep.”

  Zya felt her adrenaline begin to pump as soon as she heard Vita’s name. “Keep her there. I’m on my way.”

  “I got you. You still got ten thousand on her head, right? You gon’ break me off—” But before Ty even finished his sentence, he heard a dial tone.

  Zya flipped her phone down, grabbed her car keys, and bolted for the door. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on Vita. She was so focused on getting to the dope house before Vita got away, she left her pistol. She turned around before she got to the elevator and re-entered her place to grab her gun. Zya was more than ready to see Vita.

  Zya pulled up to the house and parked her car two houses down from Black Ty’s spot. She grabbed her .22 out of her glove compartment and put it in the holster she kept on her ankle. Zya walked up to the door and knocked. Black Ty peeped out the hole and let Zya in.

  Without even acknowledging Ty, she began to scan the room. She spotted Vita over in the corner in a nod. Zya wasn’t going to waste any time. She pulled out her gun and fired a round into the ceiling. All of the junkies began to scramble around, and didn’t know what was going on. Vita was so high, she didn’t even move. She just sat there, drooling from the lips.

  “If you don’t wanna die, get the fuck out,” Zya yelled as she focused on Vita. Immediately, everyone ran out of the dope house, trying to avoid getting their lives taken. Black Ty went on the front porch, leaving her alone to handle her business.

  Zya walked over to her former best friend and stood above her. Zya thought back on how they were once two peas in a pod. Now Zya was about to take her life. Zya grabbed Vita up by her hair, yanking her to her feet. Vita didn’t know what was going on. She tried to focus her eyes on the person that held her by the head, but before she could realize what was happening, she felt the cold steel of Zya’s gun go across her head. Vita fell to the ground, holding her bloody nose. Zya kicked her in the stomach with all her strength, remembering how Heavy put Snow in the hospital.

  “Bitch!” Zya yelled as she kicked her in the stomach a second time. Zya circled around Vita, watching her suffer. The more Zya remembered how close they were, the more enraged she became.

  “You dirty-ass bitch,” Zya said as she struck Vita in the back of the head with her gun. Zya dropped to one knee and grabbed the back of Vita’s hair. Zya pointed the gun right at Vita’s forehead and asked, “Why? Why did you set me up to get robbed? We were like sisters,
Vita!” Zya yelled as tears began to form in her eyes.

  Blood was all over Vita’s face, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She began to plead with Zya.

  “Zy, I’m so sorry. It wasn’t me. It was the drugs, Zya. Them drugs got a hold on me. They got me, Zya. He said he was only going to break in and take the money. I didn’t know he was going to hurt you.”

  “Shut up!” Zya yelled as she pulled back the hammer of her gun, preparing to take Vita’s life. But before she killed her, she had to find out if she knew where Heavy was. “Where is that fat mu’fucka? Where is he, Vita? Where is Heavy?” Zya screamed as she gripped Vita’s hair even tighter, almost pulling it right out of her scalp.

  “I don’t know. He split on me right after it happened.”

  Zya stood up and aimed the gun toward Vita’s head. Vita raised her hands in fear.

  “Wait! Wait! He is having this thing at the Marriott on Saturday. I heard one of his boys talking about it when I went to get a fix yesterday. They are having some type of get-together. He didn’t even recognize me. He was on the phone talking big shit, about the private get-together and the stripper he hired for Heavy.”

  Zya gripped her gun tightly and put her finger on the trigger. She looked into Vita’s eyes and didn’t see the same person she used to be close with. Vita’s eyes had no soul. She knew that the drugs were eating at her. Zya looked down at Vita’s arms and saw all of the marks where she had been shooting up, and felt sorry for her. Damn! I can’t do this, she thought. She still loved Vita, but she knew that she had to handle her business. If she didn’t kill her, Snow would when he found her. Zya closed her eyes and once again put her finger on the trigger, but she still couldn’t do it.

  “Please, Zya, please don’t kill me,” Vita pleaded.