by Mike Sanders
Toni peeped the exchange, but didn’t say anything until they were in the club area. They took a seat at the bar and ordered two apple martinis. “Why you still lettin’ them bitches work here?”
Justice ignored Toni’s question and turned around on the barstool to look out at the scenery of the club. Phire & Ice was two levels of pure enticement. Justice looked toward the entrance and saw Twin, her door security guy doing a thorough job of searching the two young cats that had just shown their ID’s. She glanced over at the stage area and noticed how crowded the club was on this night. The featured dancer, Black Stallion was on the mirrored stage working the pole like a pro, and she was getting tipped very well by the dudes crowding around trying to get a better look. Black Stallion was 6’1” without heels, stacked like a Quarter horse with the complexion of smooth milk chocolate. Her ebony skin was glistening with oil as she dropped to the floor in a full split and began making her voluptuous ass cheeks bounce one at a time. Ones flooded the stage and niggas were tossing more as she twerked to Travis Porter’s “Make it Rain.”
Hostesses wearing boy shorts and bikini tops were serving drinks and making rounds, making sure the customers were satisfied. Justice noticed that there were just as many women as there were men in the crowd. Women had become more open to frequenting strip clubs than they had been in the past. Some bisexual and others just looking to have a few drinks and enjoy the scenery. Nevertheless, more than not, most were there checking for the big spenders.
Justice looked up toward the second level where the VIP and DJ booth were located. The DJ gave her a salute. “Boss Lady is in the house tonight,” he announced over the mic. Justice raised her drink at him in recognition. Just then, she had a thought. She told Toni, “Let’s go upstairs for a minute.”
They both got up and walked over toward the stage and edged their way through the crowd and back to the stairs that led to the VIP. Justice wanted to make sure that there was no tricking going on upstairs. She knew how Precious and Virgin got down and she wanted to be sure none of the other girls were following their lead. They climbed the stairs, drinks in hand, and asses swaying harder than most of the strippers. The VIP was decorated with plush couches sectioned off with individual tables lit by candlelight. As they walked through, Justice and Toni greeted a few regulars. There were also a few new customers who they didn’t know. They all had stacks of ones on the tables in front of them. That’s what Justice liked to see . . . Niggas spending that cash!
After leaving the VIP area Justice and Toni headed back down to the bar.
Once seated, Justice observed the room again and saw three of the new girls she had flown in from DC sitting at the opposite end of the bar talking.
Toni gawked at the one who looked like she was Hispanic and Justice chuckled. She knew Toni secretly liked girls, but Toni had no idea she was on to her. Justice was glad that Toni had never come off on her the wrong way because that would have been the end of their friendship.
Justice took a better look at the Hispanic-looking girl and noticed how much she resembled Tandora, the Dominican drug-dealing chick that had been responsible for her brother’s death. Her mind reeled for a moment as she was taken back to that fateful day once more. She vowed to get revenge on Tan. Through Sapphire she had learned that Tan had moved from Rock Hill, South Carolina and was now living somewhere in Charlotte, but she wasn’t sure exactly where. Yet she knew it would not be hard to find her. Justice turned back to the bar and told one of her bartenders to fix her another apple martini while she contemplated the torture she wanted to inflict on that bitch.
CHAPTER SIX
While ending a phone call with her father, Tan pulled up to a circular driveway of a mini-mansion in the Southeast Ballentyne area of Charlotte with a sprawling manicured lawn. She parked her copper-colored S-Class Benz behind a platinum-colored Jaguar. After parking, she retrieved her briefcase from the backseat before exiting. As she climbed out of the Benz, the short skirt she wore rose high up on her thick, bronze colored thighs, almost revealing her thong. Her long, beautiful legs glided like those of a gazelle as she walked toward the large double-doors. Her heels click-clacked on the pavement with each confident step she took. Before she could reach the doors, one of them swung open. An African-American woman in her mid to late twenties, the same age as Tan, stood in the doorway wearing a wrap-around short skirt and Louboutin pumps.
Rudely, Tan whisked right past the woman without even speaking. The woman watched dumbfounded as Tan bustled her way through the foyer and disappeared into the spaciously elegant sitting room. The woman was still standing in the doorway with her mouth agape, unable to believe Tan’s audacity. She closed the door and followed Tan into the room. Now posed in the doorway to the sitting room with her hands glued to her wide hips, she watched Tan plop down on the eggshell white circular leather sofa. Tan lay the briefcase on the glass top of the expensive mahogany coffee table neatly decorated with magazines such as Essence, Don Diva and The Robb Report.
Tan proceeded to kick off her heels and kick her feet up on the table next to the briefcase. She turned her head to the left and finally asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?” She had felt the woman’s eyes on her.
“You a fuckin’ trip. You know that right?” The woman spoke with a Northern accent, which gave hint to her New Jersey roots.
Tan sucked her teeth and motioned with her index finger for the woman to come toward her. Reluctantly the woman approached with a slight attitude. Tan reached for the universal remote a foot or two away from her on the large sofa. With the remote in hand, she clicked on the surround sound system and selected a CD. Moments later, the room was filled with the voice of the late great Gerald Levert crooning “Baby I’m ready.” Tan closed her eyes and swayed her head slowly to the rhythm as she sang along with the Velvet Teddy Bear. When she reopened her eyes, the woman stood so close that their legs were touching. Looking the woman up and down, Tan then reached out and caressed her caramel skin. Starting at the woman’s toned calves Tan worked her hands up the woman’s thick thighs. When her hand disappeared beneath the woman’s skirt, Tan heard her sudden intake of air through her parted lips.
The woman placed her hand on Tan’s and caressed it gently. She then bent down and met mouth-to-mouth with Tan as they explored each other’s tongues. Tan’s hand continued to snake its way through the woman’s pantyless crotch area, slipping and sliding in wetness.
After a minute or two of frolicking, the woman broke the kiss and slowly removed Tan’s fingers from her dripping wet vagina. “Like I said, fuckin’ Trip,” the woman retorted.
“Sit,” said Tan while patting the spot on the sofa beside her. “Sit? What am I, your dog now?” the woman replied sarcastically.
“Let’s start over from the door, okay? Hi To’Wanda, how was your day today?” Tan spoke to her roommate and lover with scripted sarcasm.
“Bitch please I ain’t beat. I’m not your mother nor your kingpin ass father, so don’t run that bullshit on me. Fuck I look like?”
“You too sexy to have all that attitude.” Tan said as she placed her hand on To’Wanda’s thigh while looking in her eyes.”
“Don’t try to patronize me.” To’Wanda shot back as she removed Tan’s hand.
“I got your patronize.” Tan looked up seductively.
To’Wanda smiled, then picked up a pillow and playfully swung it at Tan’s head. “You so silly.”
They both laughed.
“Take a seat, ma.” Tan stated and patted the spot next to her on the sofa.
To’Wanda took a seat next to Tan “Anyway, how is our daddy doin’? And how did the conversation go?” To’Wanda was referring to the conversation Tan was supposed to have with her father on her way home.
“Our daddy?”
“Oh, he still don’t know I’m ‘bout to be his new daughter-in-law one day?” To’Wanda asked, not expecting a reply. When no response came, she changed the subject back to the phone call and asked, “D
id you call?”
“Yes, I did and it went well. I told him about Loon and how I think he’s tryna fuck me outta my money. I don’t doubt he got robbed, but that shit ain’t adding up. He said they came up in the room and robbed him and Jo-Jo and then they took him to his house and made him give up the nine keys I fronted him.” Tan looked over at her girlfriend who had a ‘he may be telling the truth’ look in her eyes.
“At the Sheraton? Hell naw! All rooms are inside and you have to pass through the lobby to get to and from the rooms. Picture this—two muthafuckas with ski masks ushering Loon and Jo-Jo through the lobby of the Sheraton Suites at gunpoint!”
Now To’Wanda was starting to get the picture.
“That muthafucka’s tryna come up on some free birds. He thinks shit’s sweet over here. But I got a pie baked for that fat ass though.” Tan spat with venom in her voice. Her Spanish accent was coming to the surface, something that happened whenever she was pissed off. If Loon wasn’t pushing so much dope so fast, she would’ve been cut his ass off. But that fat ass nigga was moving keys in record time!
“Calm down, calm down. We’ll handle it,” To’Wanda spoke in a soothing tone as she ran her fingers through Tan’s silky curls.
“I also told Papa I’mma little low on funds and that I needed a loan.”
“Low on funds? Hardly that!” To’Wanda replied, gesturing for the briefcase on the table.
Tan slid it to her and watched her open it.
“How much?” To’Wanda asked, staring at the stacks of one hundred dollar bills staring back at her.
“Two-fifty.”
“Did you get to see everybody?”
“Everybody except Carlos. I’ll see him tomorrow,” Tan replied while yawning. “Oh yeah, Papa says he has another twenty kilos for us. The drop will be in the same spot as usual.”
To’Wanda whistled. “Twenty more, huh?” She looked sideways at Tan. “Did you have to beg for that?”
“Nah, just put my ‘baby’ voice on him. Can’t resist when I do that.”
“Neither can I.” To’Wanda stated seductively as she closed the briefcase and slid closer to Tan. To’Wanda stood up, hiked up her short skirt and straddled Tan’s lap with the precision of a hungry panther. Tan normally hated it when To’Wanda was the aggressor because that was her role. She reveled in being the head of the house—she wore the pants in this relationship. However, at that moment, Tan was just as hungry and didn’t mind To’Wanda’s advances. As To’Wanda nibbled on her neck, alternately biting and kissing on her as if she were marking her territory like an immature schoolgirl, Tan’s slender fingers found her lover’s wetness and two digits easily slipped inside her hot creamy hole. She took her fingers out quickly and licked them as if she were getting the last dribbling from an ice cream cone—she loved the way To’Wanda tasted and didn’t mind showing her. To’Wanda went closer to taste her sweetness on Tan’s lips and Tan relaxed and allowed the sensation to consume her as To’Wanda slipped her tongue in her mouth.
To’Wanda came up for air, their kiss temporarily binding their souls and she returned to Tan, leaning forward and licking her ear while moaning her delight. Tan’s pussy began purring and throbbing for attention. To’Wanda whispered in Tan’s ear, “Let’s go upstairs so I can finish what I started before you had to leave me in bed this morning. I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you all day.”
To’Wanda seductively slid from Tan’s lap and found herself aroused at the thought of Tan taking her in the bedroom. Tan wasted no time in getting up and leading her up the spiral staircase that led to their master bedroom on the second level of the large house. Tan caught To’Wanda off guard when she pushed her against the wall. She reached up tore off To’Wanda’s button up shirt as if she were tearing the wrapper from a Christmas present and roughly discarded it on the floor. She was happy that To’Wanda was bra-less and wasted no time swirling her tongue around To’Wanda’s hardened nipples like the motion of the Rabbit vibrator. Tan felt To’Wanda’s hands rubbing her head and massaging her, lightly pulling her hair with just the right amount of pressure to continue her arousal.
“Yes,” To’Wanda whined as Tan pulled her short skirt roughly as she made her way down from her breast to her neatly Brazillian-waxed pussy. This time, To’Wanda had it shaped like a star. Tan stuck the tip of her tongue in—teasing her as she darted in and out of To’Wanda’s moistness in rapid succession.
To’Wanda pulled the top Tan was wearing over her head and Tan worked to squeeze her way out of her skirt. To’Wanda, being impatient, swiftly reached down and pulled off Tan’s thong—quickening the undressing process. Tan and To’Wanda’s lips met for another passionate kiss before they continued their hike upstairs. In their mid-way wrath, they both decorated the staircase with expensive garments. By the time they reached the bedroom they were both completely nude.
Tan gently pushed To’Wanda on the bed and resumed her spot between her legs, enjoying the shivers that went from To’Wanda’s legs to her spine as she bit To’Wanda’s clit, giving her the first of many orgasms that were to come. She reached under her mattress and pulled out the leather belt with the famous porno star’s impression on it and quickly wrapped it around her waist. After applying the appropriate amount of strawberry-flavored lube, Tan swiftly crawled on the bed like a snake and she watched as To’Wanda eagerly and hungrily did her job sucking on the plastic candy man.
Tan slowly and gently penetrated her with her favorite toy and for the next hour the large house was filled with sexually induced moans, groans, and passionate screams from the two women as they pleased one another with tongues, fingertips, and toys.
After administering multiple orgasms to one another, the two women fell asleep in one another’s arms the way two satiated lovers do after a tiring bout of mind-numbing sex.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A few days after the robbery at the Sheraton, Red found himself on Cleveland Avenue sitting in the VIP section in Club Pleasers, Atlanta’s hottest strip club, getting a personalized freak show from a girl who called herself “Always.” As Red sipped a glass of Rosé he admired the girl’s physique while the small overhead strobe light illuminated the dim room. His eyes scanned her thick body like a bar code. The thickly built redbone standing before him had a body most women would kill for. Round, full titties that stood straight up with chocolate-colored nipples the size of thumbnails. An ass that was killing the hottest video vixen complemented her tiny waist.
As Always swayed and gyrated to the beat blaring from the speakers in the main club area, Red slouched down in the comfortable leather sofa enjoying every minute of the private show. His eyes were tight from the Purp he and Chris had blown just before entering the club. Although he was damn near faded, Red was still on point. Being a true-to-heart stickup kid kept him on his toes because he couldn’t afford to allow himself to slip.
Always gyrated between Red’s legs and stared into his hazel eyes, which were bloodshot red from the weed. “Damn, you got some sexy ass eyes” she cooed into his ear as she felt him palm her naked ass.
“Yeah, just like Medusa, bitches get lost in ‘em. So be warned.” Red retorted as he smacked her smooth buttocks, making them quiver. Always closed her eyes sensuously, seductively biting her bottom lip, letting Red know that she was definitely into getting spanked. “Why you call yourself Always?” Red inquired while she continued to slow wind between his legs, her small hands resting on his knees.
The girl bent down and gently bit his earlobe before stating in a suggestive tone, “’Cause I’m always ready. I’m always willing. And—I’m always WET!” With that said, she turned around, bent over in Red’s face and spread her bulbous ass cheeks to show him that she wasn’t just talking.
Red straightened up and leaned in for a closer look. He saw the wetness glistening between her clean-shaven lips. Witnessing this, he bent the club rules and reached out to trace the crease of her soaked, puffy lips with his forefinger. He then rubbed his forefinger and
thumb together, playing with the slick substance. “Daaaamn!” he muttered to himself.
Always turned back to face him and noticed he was still playing with her juices on his fingers. She took his hand and raised it to her lips and began sucking and licking his fingers. Her tongue ring played over his digits, making his dick tap his zipper, trying to escape the confines of his jeans. The stripper could feel the bulge getting larger by the second. So at this point she figured she had him right where she wanted him. She figured Red was rolling in dough because of the glistening jewels around his neck and because of the Hummer he was known to drive. She had seen Red many times in the club spending money as if it grew from the earth, and tonight he had spent a nice sum on her alone. Always figured any nigga who could order bottle after expensive bottle of Rosé like it was mere tap water had to be ballin’. Therefore, this night she decided to try to reel him in. She tried her hand. “Don’t you want some company tonight?” she asked in her sexiest voice, still kissing his fingertips and gazing into those hazel eyes.
Red stared at Always for a minute, noticing the smoldering lust in her eyes. It was a look he had seen countless times before. The lust he saw was not for his dick, it was for his dollars. That look was thirst! Red was no square and he definitely wasn’t a virgin to tricking, but he was also far from being a fool. He saw through Always’ game as if it were glass. “Yeah, I want some company, ma,” he stated, watching her eyes light up as if she had just won the lottery. “But not tonight, baby girl.” Red then saw her expression change from that of elation to that of disappointment within a fraction of a second. He smiled to himself for toying with her, and then said, “Some other time, shorty. I promise.” In addition, he intended to keep that promise. He grabbed her hand, placed it on his still throbbing dick, and allowed her to massage it, giving her a feel of what he was working with. “You know you bad, right?” He was enjoying the feel of her hand on his dick. “I’mma slide back thru later on in the week. Be ready for a nigga to get at you, aiight?”