As Tasha walked by officers who were just standing around shooting the breeze or updating one another on police business, she noticed the lustful stares, and a smirk crossed her face. Your pockets can’t afford this pussy. Fuckin’ pigs. She turned her nose up as she walked over to the front desk.
“What can I do for you?” an officer asked. He was looking at the Daily Journal and never even looked up to acknowledge her.
“I’m here to see Detective Troy Davis,” she responded.
Tasha figured that her visit to Officer Troy was long overdue. After all, he was the cop who Manolo supposedly had in his pocket—and it was Tasha’s pussy that had sealed the deal. Her trick with Officer Troy was what had brought Tasha out of years of retirement, so as far as Tasha was concerned, he owed her one.
“Have a seat. I’ll see if I can track him down,” the officer responded.
Tasha nodded and sat with her legs crossed seductively in front of her. She massaged her legs suggestively as she waited for Officer Troy to come into sight. She needed his help and knew that she would have to give a little to get a little. She knew that she looked good. She had her fuck-’em dress on, and she was sure that Detective Troy Davis would take the bait.
“Miss Tasha,” he called out.
She turned around to see Officer Troy standing there, looking his usual lame, bald-head self.
“To what do I owe this unexpected surprise?” Troy asked as he rubbed his hands together and approached her. He licked his lips as he looked her up and down.
This cornball-ass nigga, Tasha thought as she flicked her hair behind her shoulders. She did all she could to ignore the fact that Troy’s bald head was shaped funny, that he had had one doughnut too many, and worst of all, that he was part of Flint PD—a stinkin’ cop. But she needed something, so she’d have to put on her game face and play her hand right. “Is there somewhere we can go to talk? You know, privately?” she asked, batting her eyes then allowing them to travel down to his crotch. It was only partially visible, due to the way his bulging gut hung over his belt.
“Yeah, let me show you to my office,” he replied.
Tasha stood and followed him through the precinct. When he put his hand on the small of her back and massaged it gently, she knew that she had him right where she needed him to be. They went into a small, messy office and he pulled out a chair for her then took a seat behind his desk. He had closed his office door, leaving on the other side a few drooling fellow officers who wished they could be in his shoes.
“What can I do for you, Tasha? What is it that you want from me?” he asked as he leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. He had intentions of getting her right where he wanted her, too. It was an open playing field right about now. It was anyone’s game.
“Why does a girl have to want something?” she asked sweetly, giving him a genuine smile. He wasn’t as naïve as she had assumed he was, and she knew that she would have to play her cards right in order to get him to help her out.
“Because you haven’t said one word to me since our little rendezvous at Wild Thangs, and that was . . . what? Over a year ago?”
“Well, you know how it is in my line of work. A girl gets busy,” Tasha reasoned.
“Oh, but now all of a sudden your busy schedule has permitted you to just show up here out of the blue looking for me?”
Tasha shrugged as if to say, “That’s what it looks like.”
“My luck ain’t that good, sweetheart. So let’s try this again. What can I do for you?”
Tasha knew it was time to change her strategy. She didn’t want to insult Troy any further by making him think she was taking him for a fool. She was confident, however, that by the end of the day he’d been playing the fool anyway.
“Okay, I’m not gon’ try to game you because I know you ain’t falling for the bullshit anyway,” she began.
“You damn right about that, shorty, so let’s just be real,” Troy stated.
Tasha smiled because she had Troy thinking that he was in control. Using reverse psychology, she was still gaming his ass, making it seem like he had the upper hand. She had to give herself a pat on the back because she was truly one of a kind. There wasn’t a man alive who could outsmart her. Not even Manolo.
Tasha wasn’t like the other girls when it came to Manolo. He hadn’t had to trick or manipulate her into becoming a Manolo Mami. She knew exactly what she was getting into when she met South Side’s most notorious pimp. Her entire goal was to become a kept woman, and if proving her loyalty to this man meant selling pussy for a couple of years, then so be it. Tasha’s initial plan had always been to become the madam, the ruler over all of the other girls. It just so happened that Tasha’s plan came to fruition a little sooner than she had expected.
Unfortunately it wasn’t only Tasha’s hard work and loyalty that placed her on the throne, but a horrible incident that she would never forget for as long as she lived. Being the strong-headed fighter that Tasha had always been, she didn’t let the brutal assault by one of her johns keep her down. Instead, she used it to her advantage and convinced Manolo not to put her back on the streets. Instead, he allowed her to be the madam of the house—the kept woman—without having to turn one trick for the rest of her life if she didn’t want to.
When he made the decision, Manolo had taken into consideration the true loyalty Tasha had shown him. And besides, the madam of the house definitely had to be somebody with Tasha’s personality . . . someone who the girls knew they couldn’t run over even with a Mack truck. So Manolo showed her favor and obliged her request, taking Tasha off the streets and giving her charge over the girls. But now Tasha needed a favor from someone else.
“Okay, I need a favor,” Tasha told Troy.
“So the plot thickens,” he replied sarcastically.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at him like he was crazy before she replied, “Are you gon’ let me finish?”
“I’m sorry, sexy. Go ahead.”
“I need you to raid Manolo’s club,” Tasha said bluntly.
“What do you mean, for show or something?” Troy asked with a puzzled look on in his face. Manolo had been allowing Troy a free supply of pussy from the Manolo Mamis in exchange for “overlooking certain things.” So he couldn’t imagine why else Tasha, whom he had known to clearly be on Manolo’s team, would want him to raid Wild Thangs, Manolo’s strip club.
“No, not for show,” Tasha corrected him. “For real.” She moved in closer to Troy as if she was about to tell him something top secret. “He’s got ten bricks and a little over fifty thousand dollars in a wall safe in his office,” she admitted. She bit her tongue and knew that it was because she was snitching. Under any other circumstance, she wouldn’t even be caught in a police station, but she figured Manolo had this coming to him. She had watched him manipulate the minds of young girls for years.
Tasha knew she played a role in the manipulation too, which was why she felt a responsibility to help Halleigh, and now Mimi too, get their lives back on track. This was the reason she was abandoning her principles and snitching in order to bring Manolo down. She couldn’t take back the heartache, pain, and even the death that some of the prostitutes had suffered, but she could at least save others from it. If ever there was a time she needed redemption in her life, it was now. She hoped that her efforts wouldn’t be in vain.
Troy sat up in his seat and looked Tasha directly in the eyes. “This ain’t news to me. I know what goes on in that club. The thing is, Manolo got me on payroll. Or have you forgot?” He winked at Tasha and rubbed her thigh. “So I’m already getting my cut,” he stated frankly, giving her one hard smack on the leg and then turning his chair away to let her know that he was not interested.
As far as Troy was concerned, Tasha hadn’t brought any better deal to the table than he was already getting. In addition to free pussy from the Manolo Mamis, Manolo threw him money on the side. A bird in the hand was worth two in the bush, he thought.
> “Believe me, that little cash Manolo throwing you ain’t got shit on what’s sitting inside that safe. I figure we could split the take fifty-fifty. That’s twenty-five stacks . . . not to mention the potential profit from the bricks. That’s two years’ salary for you,” Tasha stated, hoping she could convince Troy to see things her way. Otherwise, she’d have to walk out of his office with the risk of him ratting her out to Manolo. She knew would that would result in.
“Why would you be telling me this? Manolo’s pimpin’ your pretty ass. No offense, but you Manolo’s bitch. What do you have to gain?”
Tasha thought long and hard. She thought about how she first met Manolo. She was new in town and he had put her on to a hustle. That she couldn’t deny. But that was before he was hard in the pimping game, when he was just about getting money by any means necessary, not really finessing his business skills in the pimping game. And she had been strong enough to deal with everything that came with the life. Some of the girls he had turned out in the later years, however, had been too weak to survive the game.
Halleigh’s face popped into her mind. She knew that Halleigh was one of the weakest, and that it was only a matter of time before she was found dead somewhere. The way Tasha saw it, she already had enough blood on her hands; there wasn’t room for more.
“My freedom is what I have to gain,” Tasha finally replied. She stood from her chair and walked over to lock Troy’s office door. He watched her every move. She closed the blinds and walked behind his desk.
Troy turned his chair to face her, and she lifted one knee to open his legs wide. Her hands massaged the bulge that was growing in his groin.
“I’m chasing my freedom, Troy, and I’ll do anything to get it,” she whispered in his ear.
“Anything?” he whispered back, and the lust made his voice seem deeper.
“Any . . . thing,” she replied.
He slipped a finger between her legs and smiled when he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He had to admit, Tasha was a woman determined to get what she wanted.
Tasha’s beauty had always enabled her to hustle men, and he was merely another victim on her long list of those conquered. Troy stood up and bent Tasha over his desk. Her voluptuous ass was calling for him, and he grinded against it as he undid his belt buckle.
Tasha played in her pussy, opening herself up for Troy and massaging her clitoris. She pulled a condom out of her bra and slid it to him. Troy was working with a good nine inches. He rubbed his bare thickness against her vaginal walls before slipping the condom on. He wanted to get just a touch of her rawness. After putting on the condom, Troy played with Tasha’s womanhood with the tip of his penis.
Tasha was hot, and licked on her own nipples as she anticipated Troy entering her. He slid into her with ease and pumped her so hard that he caused her to crash against the desk. Items flew to the floor as she bucked against him and contracted her pussy on his shaft. He gripped her ass and opened and closed her cheeks as he rocked in and out of her. The sight of her slim waist, round behind, and the sound of her titties bouncing only excited him more. He began to moan in delight.
Tasha had to give it up to Troy; the nigga was fucking her right. If she had known that he was getting down like that, she might given his ass some pussy the last time they connected at the strip club. Instead, Troy had left the club with Tasha’s pussy juice on his face only. But at the time, that had been enough to make her feel disgusted by what she’d had to do. Prior to that night, Tasha had taken on her role as madam and stopped participating in any sexual acts with anybody except for Manolo. So even though she was the one who ended up getting her rocks off with Troy’s tongue action that night, a trick was a trick as far as she was concerned.
But now, she was actually enjoying herself. Tasha closed her eyes and bit her lip when Troy reached around and pinched her nipples. It turned her on, and before she knew it, she too was trying to silence her moans.
“Damn, this pussy so good,” he whispered as his hips moved in circles, causing him to go even deeper inside of her. They were so loud that they had attracted a crowd outside of Troy’s office.
Someone knocked loudly, but Troy ignored it. He pulled out of Tasha, turned her toward him and picked her up. He put his stiff dick inside her again. He pumped in and out of her while holding her in mid-air.
“Oh my God,” she whispered in delight as he carried her around his office. He reached his office door and pressed her against it as he continued to sex her. He got so loud that she had to put her hand over his mouth.
“I’m about to nut,” he exclaimed.
“Nut for me, baby,” she whispered as she popped her pussy even harder, trying to get hers too. She felt the gush between her legs as she came, and a few seconds later, Troy gripped her ass tightly as he experienced the best orgasm of his life.
He put his hand around his length and pumped every single ounce of cum out of himself and into the tip of the condom as Tasha pulled her dress down and straightened it out.
“So, do we have a deal?” she asked.
“Yeah, baby, whatever you want,” he replied breathlessly as he began to clean himself up with some napkins he removed from around a paper cup of coffee.
Tasha smiled. She was accustomed to getting her way. “Good. Do it tonight. Afterwards, we’ll split everything up sixty-forty.”
Troy frowned as he pulled up his slacks. “Sixty-forty? What happened to fifty-fifty?”
“This pussy ain’t free,” Tasha replied as she blew him a kiss. She opened the door to find a group of men standing there, eyeing her as if they were imagining what it would be like to be in Troy’s shoes.
“Gentlemen,” she greeted as she maneuvered between them and exited the building. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. She was about to gain her independence from Manolo.
Tasha also knew that afterwards, she, Halleigh, and Mimi would have to lay low. She decided that she would go back to her home town for a while until things cooled off. Thinking about the bricks she would soon have to unload, she knew just who could help her do it. She was looking forward to the future now. After tonight, Tasha hoped to be on the first flight back home to New York. She couldn’t wait to share the good news with the Halleigh and Mimi as she made her way back to the house.
As Tasha drove, she thought momentarily about Manolo and what her betrayal would do to him. The more she thought about her relationship with him, the more she realized that Manolo had never done her wrong, not once since she had known him. He had always treated her like his main bitch, even before she was. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t even his idea to put Tasha on the ho stroll in the first place—it was her own.
Although Tasha had witnessed Manolo beat a couple of the girls senseless, he had never laid a hand on her except to embrace her or make love to her. Come to think of it, Manolo was the first man in Tasha’s life who hadn’t hurt her, and this was how she was about to repay him?
All of a sudden, the sound of the tires rolling off of the paved highway lane and onto the berm startled Tasha out of her thoughts. “Oh, shit!” she said as she regained control of the car and positioned the vehicle back in its lane.
As Tasha continued driving, any fond thoughts of her and Manolo were suppressed by visions of everything she had witnessed him doing to the other girls, namely Halleigh and Mimi. She recalled how Manolo had beaten Mimi almost unconscious one night at Wild Thangs. She was so bruised up that she couldn’t put in work for almost a month. Next she recalled the time Manolo beat Halleigh when she refused to give him head as he’d ordered.
Tasha realized that all the girls had taken one for the team by means of physical or mental abuse. Everyone but her. So, as she weighed her loyalty to Manolo against her sympathy for the girls, it was a no-brainer. Tasha stepped on the gas and said, “Fuck you, Manolo. I’m out for self now.”
Chapter Three
Mimi was on stage working the pole as she looked out into the crowd. As always,
Wild Thangs was packed and dollar bills scattered the stage during Mimi’s show. A satisfying smile spread across her face as she looked at Manolo. He was sitting in his VIP booth with Tasha, Halleigh, and his young killers, The Shottah Boyz.
Manolo was poppin’ bottles as if he was the king of the city, and Mimi could tell that he was feeling himself. According to the plan Tasha had shared with her earlier, his night was going downhill from there on out, and she reveled in the thought. She couldn’t wait to see Manolo’s downfall. After all the bad karma Manolo had put out into the world, he was finally about to get his.
Mimi reached high on the pole, gripping it with her hands. She wrapped her ankles around it, released her hands, and allowed her body to hang upside down. She then slowly slid down. Her little trick caught Manolo’s attention. He loved when she did that move. She winked at him as she made her way down to the bottom of the pole.
Nigga, you better enjoy this night. It’s gon’ be your last free night for a while, she thought as she reached her hands back up to grab the pole before her head slid to the ground. She then proceeded to put her pussy in a customer’s face and grind. The man stuck out his tongue and licked her slowly. He had full access to her because of the crotchless camisole she was wearing, and the crowd went crazy when they saw the man feasting on her. Mimi wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed by her performance; she was all about her paper. She had also made a name for herself as one of the best dancers in Michigan, and wanted to give her loyal fans a good finale. She knew that tonight would be her last time stripping on anybody’s pole. She was done with the entire ho business, and was ready to get money in a new way.
After her set, Mimi joined Manolo at his table. He was drunk and feeling good when she sat down beside him.
“Hey, Daddy,” she greeted as she grabbed a drink from his hand and took a sip.
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