by Noire
If prime pussy was what you were looking for, then Club Humpz was the place to be on Friday and Saturday nights in Harlem. Located next door to a gambling joint, Humpz specialized in showcasing the finest bitches in the Greater New York area, and Tank Parker, one of the managers, pimped each one of them with deadly control.
With three stages, nine poles, and six dance cages, ass got flung to all four corners of the club nonstop on the weekends. Tank was an ex-NFL star wide receiver who prided himself on choosing bitches who could make a niggah nut just from looking at them.
A firm ass was essential to landing a job at Humpz.
And it wasn’t just the fact of having a lot of junk in the trunk, neither. All Tank’s bitches sported an organized trunk. There were no jellyrolls or nasty stretch marks or patches of cellulite or cottage-cheesey dimples to be found on any of his strippers.
The same thing went for the tits. Tank liked them high and tight. He even went as far as measuring the distance between a stripper’s nipples and her navel, and if that shit came up too short, he tossed her down the steps and straight out the back door.
Tank was out taking care of some business for Mookie, but Yoda Green was sitting at the bar on Thursday evening when the doors to Humpz banged open and a sexy, honey-colored chick strode in. She was tall and had killer legs that were not only toned and muscular but were also shapely as fuck, like an artist had penciled them onto a canvas.
“Who dat?” Yoda said, nodding toward his boy Donut, who was holding down the bar.
“All hoes come in through the back door!” he heard his nig Krazy Kevvie yell as the jawn entered.
Miss Tight Body pushed past Kevvie and cursed him out good. Kevvie wasn’t used to bitches spittin’ back at him, and Yoda coulda sworn the bouncer’s oversized left eye got even bigger as his hand swung back to crack her.
“It’s cool, Kev,” Yoda hollered quickly. “Let her through, man, and be cool.”
Donut Johnson looked up as the girl sashayed in. Her banging hips swayed slowly from side to side as she took her time heading in their direction. It had been a minute since he’d seen a body as tight as hers. He could tell from the front that she was packing a hammer in the back, and he knew she would rake in big doe just by wrapping her strong pretty legs around a pole.
“Can I help you, sweet stuff?” Donut said as she walked up and leaned on the bar. The bitch was bad. He coulda stuck his whole arm down between her titties. Her cleavage was just that deep.
She grinned and Donut’s dick jumped on rock.
“Yeah. I’m looking for the boss. I need a job.”
He stood up and grinned right back at her.
“Is that right?” he asked, rolling his toothpick around in his mouth as he looked her over with mad appreciation. “Yo, climb up on that stage right there. Lemme check you out.”
The chick laughed and turned around to do what she’d been told, and Donut’s breath got caught in his throat. She was a gangsta. Her waist was petite and V-shaped, and them ass cheeks were perfectly round and phatty, like her pockets held two bouncing-ass ghetto basketballs.
She stood on the stage grinning at him with one hand on her vicious hip. Her smile sparkled and her eyes danced with playfulness.
“Turn around …,” he commanded hoarsely. “Lemme check out that ass back there again …”
The chick rotated her body slowly, rocking her lower half in a deliciously sensual motion that kept her upper body straight while her bangin’ bottom did a sensuous hoola-hoop.
Yoda Green was just as mesmerized as his boy was, and he spoke before he realized he had opened his mouth.
“Grind it,” he urged her. “Grind it down to the floor.”
Both men watched silently as the gorgeous girl wiggled her ass and dipped her chips. She dropped it the right way, the way a man liked to see it fall, and both men gazing at her were biting their lips and gripping their dicks at the sight of the fresh new meat performing for them onstage.
“The pole,” Yoda urged her. “Take it to the pole.”
She was on it. Mami rode that pole like it was a smooth, golden dick, gripping it between her thighs and sliding her juicy breasts up and down the metal. Her nipples poked clear through her shirt and the bottom of her ass cheeks slipped from her tiny shorts, and even though both men saw much ass and twat on a regular, they had never seen it being showcased quite like this before, or from a woman who was so confident and beautiful and oozing such mad pussy appeal.
Finally, Donut couldn’t take it no more.
“Aiight!” he said, grabbing his crotch and adjusting his hard dick. “Damn, if you that good with ya clothes on, I can’t wait to see you get naked. Tank handles all the hiring, but he ain’t here right now. I know what he likes, though, and I think I can speak for him when I say you’re our type. You got a job, baby. You sho’nuff got ya self a job. Matter fact, I predict you gonna be our next mainline act, sweetie. The top stripper in our lineup. What’s your name and when can you start?”
The girl standing on the stage laughed and climbed down.
She switched her gangsta hips over to them and stood with her arm resting on Yoda’s strong shoulder.
“You read me wrong, Big Boy,” she told Donut with a laugh. “I’m not a stripper. I’m a bartender.” She gazed down into Yoda’s near-empty glass. “Looks like Daddy here is ready for a refill, so how about I get started right now? And as for my name?” She giggled again. “I go by a lot of things. But you can call me Karma.”
Yoda had been a major henchman for Mookie for years. He was a come-up cat who was loyal and hardbody, but who appeared to lack the cutthroat brutality needed to run a large-scale grand operation.
What almost everybody agreed Yoda was good for though, was keeping his eye on things and muscling niggahs up if they got too far outta pocket. He was big and cockstrong, and had played a little football in high school before he got kicked out for exceeding the legal age limit for a public school student.
Yoda was one of the first cats Mookie hired when he took over for Capo, and he had stood in for the publicity-shy Mookie when they opened the doors on Club Humpz. His job wasn’t exactly security, but it was to make sure security got to where it needed to be. If a muhfuckah got crazy and started wildin’ in any of the rooms, Yoda was the first one to know it and he made sure every little spark got squashed out before it turned into a flame.
Mookie had taught Yoda the importance of keeping shit on the low. Humpz hosted high-profile, important clientele, executives, athletes, and public officials who dropped top dollars to get their fill of his stable of young, firm flesh, and the last thing they needed was some bullshit static to pull the dark curtains off their extracurricular activities.
And that’s where Yoda came in. Yoda kept his finger on the pulse of the joint. He knew who was in the house, and where they were. He knew what strippers were onstage, which ones were in cages, and which ones were on their knees giving wet sloppy head in the comfortable little curtain-enclosed cubicles in the back of the club.
Yoda held shit down heavy, and when Mookie wanted to travel the country for gambling trips or to visit the racetracks or the casinos, Yoda was responsible for making sure shit was straight for those occasions too.
Today, Yoda took a nice long whiff of the sexy-ass hottie who was leaning on his shoulder and made a real quick decision. Shit, he’d seen her first. Even before Donut. There were always a bunch of paid-ass niggahs on the prowl at Humpz every night. Them ballers pushed phat whips and flashed grills and diamond pinky rings, and had mad gwap flowing from their pockets like tap water. They were wolves on the hunt, and some prime prey like sexy Karma would get snatched up in their jaws like a sweet tender calf, and then where would that leave lil old Yoda?
“Check this out,” Yoda told her with a slick twinge in his voice. “We ain’t hiring right now, baby. Bartending gigs are pretty tight around here. But why’ont you come in the back and let’s holla for a minute. I got something else in mind
that might work for you.”
Pearl grinned at the baller she was leaning on. His shoulder was rocked up with muscle and he looked just like the image in the picture she’d taken from Irish’s file cabinet, only darker. Yoda Green was his name, and doing Mookie Murdock’s dirt was his game. Pearl nodded, raising up, but keeping her eyes on him as he stood and raked his gaze over her body with clear appreciation.
She licked her lips then stared so deep into his eyes she could almost see straight into his empty brain. He didn’t look all that sharp to be anybody’s inside man, but he damn sure knew something about Mookie. Pearl flashed him a gorgeous smile and followed him away from the bar and toward a narrow stairwell along the far wall. Just looking at the back of Yoda’s head made something vicious rise in Pearl’s gut. Like the rest of Mookie’s crew, this bastard was gonna get his, she swore inside. Yoda might not have given the orders to wreak devastation on her life, but Pearl had a feeling that his hand had helped dig the dirt and plant the seeds that made the wicked tree of her misery grow.
Yeah, Yoda seemed nice and dumb, like he couldn’t hurt a fly, but Pearl had learned enough in FBI training not to let a suspect’s outward persona fool her. The fact that Yoda was leading her into the private area of the club was proof that he was down in a major way, no matter how stupid he looked in the face.
In short, Pearl was gonna work Yoda’s ass half to death. He might not have been the brightest bulb in the box, but Pearl had a feeling that Yoda knew a whole fuckin’ lot for a dummy. Which is why Pearl decided to get a piece of his grimy ass first.
The back rooms of Club Humpz were phat.
The décor was top-notch and no expense had been spared on the high-quality consoles, televisions, and natural-stone flooring that ran throughout the rooms. Even early on a Thursday, before any customers rolled in, Pearl could tell a lot of money flowed through the doors and shit got poppin’ in this joint. In addition to the profitable number-running operation she knew Mookie had going, there was a poolroom, a movie theater, a kitchen, and a very large recreation room where about twenty card tables and chairs were arranged along the walls. Pearl knew from Cole that while card games were bet on at the tables in gambling halls like these, big time cee-low was shot in the middle of the room. There were also a bunch of tiny rooms with nothing but beds in them. Pearl could only shudder as she imagined what kind of cold fuckin’ young girls subjected themselves to on those nasty sheets every night.
“You ever been here before?” Yoda asked as he showed her what Club Humpz had to offer its clients.
“Nope,” Pearl answered honestly. And then she lied. “I just came up here from Atlanta, though, and we have plenty of hot spots like this in the ATL.”
Yoda led Pearl through a doorway and into an area that was warm and cozy. There was a Jacuzzi, a sauna, and lots of green plants arranged in oversized brass pots positioned around the room.
“We don’t allow no regular hoes back here.” Yoda beamed. “This is where we bring the real special jawns. The dimes like you.”
The moment Pearl entered the room, her breathing got heavy. It was like something was tightening around her throat, and standing there looking at the beautiful blue water and smelling the faint aroma of chlorine, Pearl felt herself getting dizzy.
Chill bumps broke out all over her body. Pearl felt herself trying to black out. She stumbled backward as her throat closed up and all the air in the room seemed like it was being denied to her. Pushing through the doors, Pearl flung herself out of the Jacuzzi room, and immediately sucked in deep lungfuls of cool, sweet air.
“I couldn’t fuckin’ breathe in there!” she gasped as Yoda joined her in the hall outside the room. Pearl bent over and swallowed hard. She was surprised to find she was clutching her own neck. “I couldn’t get no air!”
Yoda shrugged. That’s what he didn’t like about gaming-ass chicks. If the bitch was skurred of water she should have just said so.
“Not a problem, doll. You ain’t gotta go in there if you got a problem with water. I know a lot of other ways to get you wet. How about me and you get something to drink and watch a little skin flick?”
Pearl forced herself to smile even though a chill was running through her. She didn’t know what the fuck had come over her, but something had happened to her in there, for real.
She peeped the skeptical look Yoda was giving her and she couldn’t blame him. But since her job was to keep Yoda interested and bust his nose wide-open, Pearl put her hand in his, and licked her lips and said in a sexy little voice, “Mami loves movies. Yeah. Let’s do that.”
The introductory credits and film title had barely rolled across the screen before Yoda’s hands were all over Pearl. She had already prepared herself for this, and knew there was no way she could get next to street hardened ballers like these without giving up a part of herself in return. It would be hard for her, but it was a sacrifice she knew she had to make if it was going to get her closer to her father’s killers. Sharing her body with these mothafuckahs would be nothing compared to losing her people. There was but one thing of true importance to Pearl right now and that was revenge. She didn’t care what she had to endure, she would do any and everything to exact street justice on her family’s killers.
Of course, that meant sucking strange dick and letting some of these thug-ass niggahs drill sideways in her ass, but Pearl wasn’t a virgin and she wasn’t sexually shy or inhibited either. It was all about the separation of mind, body, and soul. Fucking was going to be a necessity during this operation and Pearl accepted that. She had no qualms about using her prime pussy if it would dull their killer instincts and lure them into her trap. She could ride a dick physically without it affecting her emotionally, and she wasn’t above opening her legs and laying on her back if it meant whoever was banging her would eventually get the ultimate fucking. Pearl knew she could get through it. All she had to do was close her eyes and pretend the dude banging her was the only man in the world that she truly loved …
Yoda looked okay in the face, but his body was a true masterpiece. His shoulders and arms were rocked up with muscle, and his chest was firm and his stomach cut and tight. The niggah needed to do a little something about his funky cigarette breath, but Pearl ignored that shit and set her mind to making him feel like a fresh-mouthed superhero as she pretended he was her dream lover and touched him and kissed all over his rocked chest, tight nipples, and strong stomach.
Yoda was moaning and humping halfway to heaven as she slipped her hands down the front of his pants and jacked his dick. To Pearl’s surprise it had some decent weight to it and was pretty long for a man his height.
There were two Hispanic women and a low-hung brothah getting busy on the screen, and with a funky slow beat and the sounds of a three-way fucking going on in the background, Pearl and Yoda explored each other’s bodies with their hands, mouths, and tongues.
Pearl could tell Yoda was hesitant about licking her pussy, which she could understand considering the line of work he was in and all the ran-through bitches he encountered every day, but if she was gonna be all up in his mix then he was gonna be all up in hers too. So when he finished sucking her nipples and tried to rise back up to her neck, Pearl was quick to grab his head and push it down between her legs.
Yoda tried to buck a little bit, but Pearl wasn’t having it. And two seconds later, she couldn’t have kept his face out of her snatch if she had tried. Just the sight of her juicy, caramel-colored pussy with the neat, precisely trimmed bush turned him out. The clean, fresh smell coming out of her seemed like it was a big relief to him, and he dove into that pussy like he hadn’t tasted any in years.
Pearl couldn’t help arching her back as Yoda sucked her clit and jabbed his hot tongue in and out of her canal. The sensations running through her were pure physical joy, and she lay back on the plush sofa and spread her legs wide, closing her eyes and pretending it was Menace who was down there lapping deliciously between her thighs.
To Pearl�
�s surprise Yoda was a damn good fuck. He was giving and creative, and he paid attention to Pearl’s nudges and directions and pleased every bit of her body before sliding on a condom and plunging up in her and battering her pussy with long, tantalizing strokes.
When they were finished, Pearl massaged his shoulders as Yoda sat between her legs smoking a blunt. He reached over his head and passed it to her a couple of times, and Pearl took a few quick pulls and then blew them right back out without inhaling.
“That was some damn good puddy,” Yoda joked, reaching back to lightly pinch Pearl’s naked thigh. “I don’t know how them niggahs let you up outta Atlanta with ya fine-ass self, but now that I done tasted that I want you to stay right here in Harlem, you heard?”
Pearl laughed. “You dug me out real deep too, Daddy. But I can’t stay in New York without no job. I been sleeping on my auntie’s couch every night and both of us is getting tired of that shit. She wanted me out last week, but I can’t find no place cheap to stay.”
Yoda twisted around to look at her. Didn’t no bitch this fine have no business sleeping on no old lady’s couch.
“Well tell your auntie you just got a change of address. You can chill with me for a while if you want to. And don’t worry about no job right now, neither. All the clubs in town are shutting down for the weekend and heading to Midtown for the Summer Basketball Classic.”
“Basketball Classic?” Pearl asked, frowning her whole face up as she played dumb. “I don’t know nothing about no sports. I don’t even like to sweat.”
Yoda laughed. “You don’t have to know about sports to ball hard, baby. There’s gonna be plenty of blow, music, and big-time partying. Whatever you into, it’ll be available, trust. Come chill with me for the weekend, aiight sugar? I’ll treat you right and introduce you to all the major playas in the happening town of Harlem.”
Pearl shook her head quickly. “I can’t be going away for the weekend just to hang out. I need to get out on the streets and hit all the clubs so I can find me a damn job and make some money.”