Fistful of Benjamins

by Kiki Swinson

  “Oh . . . um . . . sure. Thanks again for helping me out. It’s so crazy delivering mail around here. All of the houses looked run-down and all of the people have big dogs that they never want to put on a leash or anything,” I said, laughing awkwardly as I scribbled down my number.

  “Yeah, all these niggas waiting on is SSI checks and letters from the welfare telling them when their next load of food stamps gonna be on their EBT cards. Lowlife shit around here. I would be scared to even deliver mail around this bitch,” Eduardo agreed with me. I was smiling all goofy because I had been taking quick peeks at his lips. He was really gorgeous. I couldn’t say that to myself enough.

  “Well, I have to go. I hope to hear from you,” I said, flirting as hard as I could. Truthfully, I could’ve spent the rest of my workday standing right there talking to him.

  “Oh, you’ll hear from me baby girl, don’t worry,” Eduardo said as he turned to walk back across the street. I had an extra pep in my step the rest of that day.

  CHAPTER 2

  AIN’T NOTHING LIKE GOOD DICK

  “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” I screamed as I dug my nails deep into the skin on Eduardo’s back. The more I screamed, the faster and harder he slid his thickness in and out of my dripping wet pussy.

  It had been two weeks since our first meeting on my mail route. I usually didn’t fuck dudes this fast, but he was just too fine and too smooth to pass it up. He had taken me to three or four nice dinners, brought me flowers, and fucked me right in that short time. I couldn’t front, I was being like one of those chicks I always talked about back in high school—sprung off of good dick and nice clothes. I didn’t care, either. After all I had been through my with baby daddy, Eduardo was like a breath of fresh air in my life.

  “Whose pussy is this? Tell me before I take the dick away,” Eduardo huffed into my ear. I guess thinking back, it was a strange question and threat for a new dude to ask a girl he hardly knew, but at that moment I couldn’t even think about that.

  “Yours! It’s your pussy, Eddie! Yours forever!” I screeched like a bubbleheaded bimbo as he plowed harder into my pelvis. I knew my ass was sprung for sure after that. Eduardo had the best dick I had ever had and he used it expertly. I was screaming from my third orgasm within minutes. That was unheard of when most of the time during sex I’d hardly ever had even one.

  Eduardo busted his nut and he rolled over next to me. “Damn, girl, you got that good stuff,” he panted. I smiled as I watched his muscular chest heave up and down. This was definitely the start of something good.

  “Your shit ain’t so bad either,” I said sweetly, reaching over and rubbing my hand on his tight muscles. He laughed.

  “Oh, now you giving me a half-ass compliment,” he joked. I moved closer to him and laid my head on his chest. I closed my eyes, but not for long.

  Eduardo’s phone started ringing on the hotel-room nightstand and interrupted our moment. All of a sudden a bad feeling came over me as he pushed me aside, jumped up, looked at the phone, and grabbed it like he was in a panic. I screwed my face up as I eyed him evilly. He shot me a worried look and then he raced into the bathroom with the phone. I pouted right away. He obviously didn’t want me to know who he was receiving that call from. It was the same story with these niggas. They always had mad secrets. Maybe I was the dumb one. I was there fucking him like he was my man, yet I still didn’t know if Eduardo had a girlfriend or anything. I just knew I wanted him to be mine so badly I would’ve done anything.

  I stayed in the bed, thinking that my mother was going to kill me for staying out and not calling her. She had already been complaining that I had been basically neglecting my son for the two weeks I’d spent with Eduardo. I wasn’t ready at that time for Eduardo to meet my mother and my son, Andrew. Not until I was sure I was going to really be with him. It was all too much to think about.

  I went to grab my cell to call my mother, but Eduardo’s voice getting louder and louder in the bathroom had gotten my attention. I listened. I wanted to know who he was talking to like that. It sounded kind of serious, so I moved to the edge of the bed so I could listen.

  “What you mean, that nigga got caught? How the fuck did he do that? With all the shit? Do you know what that’s going to cost Lance? Cost me, for that matter?” Eduardo yelled at whomever he was talking to on the phone. I was all ears after I heard that. I was glad it didn’t sound like a chick he was talking to, but I was also being nosy, since I didn’t know a lot about Eduardo and his dealings. I immediately forgot about calling my mother and my son.

  “So how we gon’ get the fucking packages now? We can’t be without a re-up for more than a few hours or our shit will dry up like an old lady’s pussy. Lance will be breathing down my fucking neck if he don’t get his returns! If he don’t get paid, nigga . . . we don’t get paid. It’s that simple. We have to come up with another way or this shit ain’t gonna end good for nobody. I ain’t trying to starve—are you?” Eduardo yelled some more. My eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. I got up from the bed and moved closer to the bathroom door, now more interested than ever. Eduardo had been really evasive about what he did for a living and where he lived. I had already figured out that him being near those abandoned buildings the day we met hadn’t been a coincidence. Everyone in the Tidewater area knew those buildings were trap houses, including me. In the few weeks I had been spending time with Eduardo, I had already come to the conclusion he was a hustling dude. After my baby daddy I said I wouldn’t fuck with any more hustlers, I guess I lied to myself. There was something so attractive about that little bit of danger these dudes possessed that turned me on. I finally heard Eduardo getting ready to hang up so I raced back over to the bed, jumped under the covers and struck a sexy pose. I was hoping he would lay that good dick on me one more time.

  “Everything okay?” I asked when Eduardo finally came out of the bathroom. He looked pissed. His jaw was rocking feverishly and his nostrils were flaring open and closed. His face was even a different color, I guess from the blood rushing to it while he was yelling.

  “We gotta go. Get dressed,” Eduardo snapped, being real short.

  I felt my heart sink inside of my chest. I didn’t want to leave just yet. I wanted to make things better, make him feel better. I had heard his entire conversation and for some reason, I don’t know what came over me, but I blurted out, “I think I can help you out.”

  Eduardo was in the process of putting his pants on when I said it. He paused and looked at me strangely.

  My face was serious. I was dead serious. “I know a way that I can help you,” I said again. I didn’t care if I was being too pushy, I needed this man to want me around. Period.

  “Whatcha’ talking about, shorty? You don’t even know what’s up,” Eduardo said dismissively.

  “It’s not that hard to figure out,” I said, a little more sternly than I had spoken to him before. He rolled his eyes and continued getting dressed.

  “I can get your packages delivered without the risk of using a human mule. As you can see, using those street dudes never works, because they brag, they talk, and the narcos always find out,” I said, laying it all out there. Eduardo looked at me with raised eyebrows.

  I smirked. “I’m not stupid, Eduardo. I know what you were talking about in there. All I want to do is help out. I really like you and it wouldn’t hurt me to have some extra cash for getting it done. It’s easy . . . I’m a mail carrier, remember? I would be the one getting everything delivered,” I said, continuing to put all of my shit out there on the table. I had done it once or twice for my baby daddy with a couple of weed packages he had come in from Brooklyn. So, it wasn’t really a fresh new idea that I had come up with on my own, but that’s how I presented it. I wasn’t scared to do it, because all of the people who worked in the sorting and weighing area were my friends. The dude Carlos who did the sort for my bundles was basically in love with me and would do whatever I asked anyway.

 
“Whatcha’ mean, get them delivered?” Eduardo finally said, looking at me seriously.

  “Just what I said, easy as that. Have your people send the packages a certain way. Make sure they use other items to cover up the scent . . . I hear coffee beans work good on weed. I’ll identify the packages. Have someone I know sort, weigh, and scan the packages and I will be the one dropping them off on my route to your addresses. Simple as that,” I explained.

  “Why, though? Why would you risk it?” Eduardo asked suspiciously.

  “The same reason you do what you do: money. And for real, because I like you a lot too,” I said honestly, lowering my eyes bashfully. I hated to admit my feelings to him so soon, but what else was I going to say? It couldn’t all be just about money, although in my mind at that time, money was my first priority.

  “Damn, baby girl. I guess that’s as real as it gets. I’m feeling that,” Eduardo said, coming over and grabbing me into a huge bear hug. I melted against him, feeling wanted and accepted. That was the start of our thing and I was all in from day one as long as we kept things simple. But, of course, nothing ever stays simple.

  CHAPTER 3

  MOVING WEIGHT

  “Which one you want?” I beamed, pushing a display of expensive watches toward Eduardo. He laughed like I was joking or like he didn’t believe that I was going to buy him one of the gold or diamond timepieces.

  “I’m dead-ass. Why are you laughing? Pick one out and it’s on me,” I said.

  “Check you out . . . the tables have all of a sudden turned. I’m not the one taking you shopping anymore, huh? Now you can afford to spring on me?” Eduardo joked.

  “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Pick something. It’s my treat for all of the ways you have changed my life,” I said, sincerely. “We’re not leaving here until you have something out of this case on your arm . . . or in a damn bag.” Eduardo shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, if you say so. He looked down into the case and studied the watches. He studied them and I was busy studying his fine ass.

  Eight months had passed since Eduardo and I had first met that day on my mail route. Eight months of fun, hot sex, money to spare, and smooth business dealings. I had to say to myself that my life had been great. I actually looked forward to going to work every day. Our little system was working like a charm and so far, there had been no glitches. We were moving the packages daily and there had been not one inkling of drama thus far.

  Eduardo had copped us an apartment in the Cosmopolitan apartments in the Town Center area of Virginia Beach and moved me and my son in with him. It was the first sign that we were going to be together for the long haul. I had never lived in a building that had a doorman, indoor pool, full gym, and a damn spa all right on the premises. It was like going from hell to heaven all in a short span of time. I had never seen Andrew so happy to be somewhere as when we moved into our apartment and he was able to see his newly decorated Spider-Man room. My son got along so well with Eduardo. It was like God had answered all of my prayers.

  Eduardo had even paid off the taxes on my mother’s small, raggedy house for the year. I mean, she couldn’t move in with us because we wanted to be like a new little family, but I made sure I visited my mother every day and that she had everything she needed since I had left. My mother liked Eduardo a lot, but she also thought he was a car salesman. I couldn’t possibly tell her that he was a damn hustler and that I was the one making his hustle happen by putting myself at risk every day. It was something I chose to keep to myself.

  I had no complaints about the arrangement at all. I was living better than I had lived all of my life. I was totally in love with Eduardo. I could only hope that he was feeling me in the same way.

  “C’mon, Eddie . . . I’m sure about this. Pick a watch. Matter of fact, pick the best one there,” I urged.

  “A’ight, if you say so, baby girl. But don’t get mad at me one day and take your shit back,” Eduardo said jokingly. Then he looked down at the case and pointed to a beauty of a watch. “I’ll take this one,” Eduardo said, pointing to the Breitling with the chronograph face and diamond bezel. I really thought he would pick a Rolex. I had been stashing away for a while just to buy him something as big as a Rolex, but I liked the watch he chose anyway. It wasn’t as expensive, but I guess it was close enough.

  “We’ll take this one,” I said to the snobby white saleslady who had eyed us up and down and thought we weren’t buying anything or that we couldn’t afford anything, for that matter. I plunked down the eight grand for the watch and smirked at the old bitch. Damn, it felt good to do something I wasn’t used to being able to do.

  “You know I’m taking you home to fuck the shit out of you now, right?” Eduardo said, kissing me and smacking my ass as we headed out of the mall.

  We didn’t even make it home. When we got back to his Range Rover, he threw me into the backseat and ripped off my pants.

  “Hey! Those jeans cost a lot of money,” I yelped, giggling like a schoolgirl. Eduardo always made me feel so giddy and childlike when he did spontaneous fun stuff like that. I gladly followed his lead once my pants were off. I opened my legs as wide as the small space allowed. Eduardo lowered his head and I knew I was in for a special treat. He used his fingers to gently part my delicate labia and then took the tip of his long, lizard-like tongue and teased my clit. Not only did my man have a prized dick, he also had a super tongue and the tongue game to match. I was no longer laughing like a teenager; I had changed to panting and sighing like a sexy siren from a porn movie.

  “Lick it. Ohh, lick it good,” I panted, moving Eduardo’s head to the spot where I wanted him. “Stop playing and lick it!” I was tired of the teasing now. Eduardo took my signal and he went to town on my shit. He licked up and down my entire opening. I could feel a mixture of his saliva and my juices leaking down my ass crack. I was in heaven. The more I moaned and cooed, the harder Eduardo went. The slurping noises were making me crazy. I started grinding my hips toward Eduardo’s tongue in response. I was breathing so hard my head was swimming. Eduardo pressed his tongue on my clit again and that was enough. I was creaming all over his face within seconds.

  “Damn, you know how to push that button,” I panted out. My inner thighs were trembling like crazy.

  “My turn now,” Eduardo panted, pulling his pants down. My knees were bent because of the limited space we had and my ass was sticking to the leather on his seats, but I was ready to receive that long dick in my dripping-wet hot box. Eduardo didn’t care that my cum was getting all over his seats, either. He fell between my legs and just as he was about to put that love muscle up inside of me . . . Bam! Bam! Bam! Loud knocking interrupted our flow. The whole damn car shook from the banging.

  “Oh shit!” I jumped. My heart kick-started in my chest like it had been shocked with paddles. I bumped my head on the door trying to get up fast, just in case it was a cop about to crack on us for public lewdness.

  “What the fuck?” Eduardo barked. Through the heavy tint on the Range Rover windows we could see his boy Antoine, who we all referred to as Ant. I kind of felt relief that it wasn’t a cop, but I was equally annoyed that Ant had fucked up our moment.

  “Why the fuck he banging like he the cops and shit?” I grumbled. I wanted some of that dick and Ant was cock-blocking.

  I quickly pulled up my pants and Eduardo did the same. He opened the door with fury.

  “Nigga! Why you banging on my shit like the police?” Eduardo growled at Ant.

  “I saw your shit parked up here by the mall, so I stopped, nigga. I’ve been calling you for mad long and you ain’t answering your shit as usual. So when I saw the truck I stopped and I could see your shit rocking, so I knew you was inside getting it on instead of fucking answering your calls,” Ant said, sounding like a complaining-ass bitch to me.

  “What the fuck is the problem?” Eduardo huffed. Ant looked through the door at me and then back at Eduardo. What now? I was thinking.

  “I’ll be right back
,” Eduardo said to me. They stepped away from the car so they could talk. I got out and climbed into the front passenger seat. I couldn’t hear shit they were saying, but I saw Ant looking over at me every few minutes like he was scared of something. After a few minutes Eduardo came back into the truck. We sat in silence as he started up the truck. I wanted to ask what was the problem, but decided to play it cool. It didn’t take long to get the info.

  “Yo, Gabby, shit is getting deeper for us. We got a request that I need to talk to you about,” Eduardo said, then he blew out a long breath. I looked over at him, but I didn’t say anything.

  “Lance wants us to step up the deliveries from one package a day to three. He moving major weight now and stepping back into the white-girl game,” Eduardo said, his voice tentative. By “white girl,” he meant heroin. I knew that niggas would eventually get greedy. That was how shit always happened. I was the one on the front lines and they were being greedy motherfuckers behind the scenes, calling shots.

  I swallowed hard and turned my face away from Eduardo. He couldn’t be serious with what he had just asked me. I stared out of the window, speechless. This was not part of the original deal to keep things simple. One package a day had so far kept me under the radar, but more would be too risky. I also didn’t know about moving packages of heroin. I mean, ecstasy and weed was one thing, but straight-up hardcore H—that shit wasn’t sitting right with me. I’d heard about chicks riding for their men getting more years than the damn dudes.

  “I don’t know about all of that, Eduardo. Why you want to try and fuck up a good thing? Adding shit to the game is how things always go south,” I said, annoyed. “It’s already a risk for the one-a-day package. I’ve been paying that dude Carlos inside of the station who weighs and sorts out of my share of what you give me, but that’s for that one package a day. If it gets out of hand, he might get spooked and start acting up. I mean, the only reason why he does it is because I throw him a little flirt here and there and some cash, but putting more packages out there might not be so cool. He is going to be looking for more in return, I can guarantee that. Plus, it might look suspicious if he is grabbing all the big packages and putting them on my truck. If anybody gets suspicious at all, we could all be fucked,” I said nervously. I wasn’t trying to go to jail and have my son taken from me for no dumb shit. Yes, I had suggested this whole thing in order to snag Eduardo and make some extra cash, but I never anticipated it growing into something bigger. Eduardo let out a long breath like he was sick of hearing my mouth or some shit.