Charisma glanced over at Michelle giving her the side eye. It was obvious that Michelle had become sick with jealously. “You okay boo?” Charisma asked as she purposely smeared what she had in Michelle’s face. “You suddenly look sick.”
“You know what Kim? All this fucking money I been spending here you going to give me my damn hair on a discount. Don’t be sitting up in my face treating me like my fucking money isn’t good. Bitch, do you know how hard I work for a damn dollar?” Michelle began spitting so much venom that one’s ears could have started bleeding at any second.
Kim began bagging up Charisma’s hair. She opened the cash register to receive Charisma’s money. It was more than a fair exchange. Michelle stared at the wad of hundreds that Kim had underneath the cash register drawer. It was like a light bulb of evilness flashed in her head as she thought about all the evil things she wanted to do to the aggravating Korean lady who was making her ass itch. Michelle’s eyes flashed from the all the money in the cash register to all the beautiful weaves that rested on the counter. Her mind was made up in seconds. She didn’t even have to think twice, if she thought at all.
“Give me all of that money!” Michelle yelled holding the pink custom-made .9-millimeter to the Korean lady’s head.
The lady completely dumped the cash register full of money into Michelle’s awaiting oversized Bebe bag.
Michelle’s long acrylic cat nails dug into the register to double check. When she reached into the back compartment of the cash register, her hand came out filled with a band of hundred dollar bills. She glanced over a Kim giving her the side eye. “Tis tis! You little sneaky heifer!”
Michelle had had her days of paper chasing back at home. Once she’d hooked up with a dope boy from whom she adopted bad girl behaviors. She now had no problem setting dudes up and taking what she wanted.
“No, girl! What the hell you think you doing? We can go to jail for this! I’m not taking any part of this.” Charisma threw her hands up at the madness. She made an effort to try to be a Good Samaritan and help Kim out but the look in Michelle’s eyes stated that she had better back the hell up.
Charisma began to beat herself up. She couldn’t believe that Michelle was about to get her caught up in some shit. To make matters worse, she didn’t even know a robbery was about to go down. Now she could be charged with conspiracy if they were caught. “Bitch, are you fucking crazy?” Charisma banged her hand on the dashboard once they were back inside of the Mustang.
Michelle glanced at her. No, bitch is you crazy? Banging my fucking car like that, she thought. She was ready to let some foul things roll off of her tongue but decided against it. Charisma was all she had and she didn’t want to send her only friend on her way just yet.
“What are you talking about? That lady pushed me!” Michelle innocently spoke.
“Pushed you? Michelle, are you fucking crazy? Are you missing marbles? It’s obvious that you are. That lady didn’t push you,” Charisma replied.
Charisma rested in the passenger seat. During the hour ride back to Philly she stared out of the passenger window. Lost in her own thoughts, she barely said two words to Michelle. Looking at Michelle was out the question. She didn’t even want to see her face. It hurt her to be in the girl’s presence. She remembered her friend used to be such a sweet girl. Now she’d gotten a shit load of surgery done, Michelle had completely done a 180 and became someone who Charisma didn’t really want to deal with.
Michelle pulled up to the house that Charisma and Trent shared. Quickly, Charisma began grabbing her belongings. “Are you going to give me that $1200 back since you practically involved me in a robbery?”
Michelle turned her neck and damn near choked off of Charisma’s words. She couldn’t believe that Charisma had practically ignored her the entire ride home, complained about what she had done, and treated her like a foul person but now Ms. Prissy had the audacity to ask her for some money back. “Excuse me Miss Thing, sitting over there in that passenger seat you must have snuck and sipped on some damn stupid juice!” Michelle hissed.
“You know what? You always have been selfish. I’m out of here. Peace!” Charisma threw her two fingers up in the air. She didn’t give Michelle a chance to say anything. She switched her ass into the house and never turned back around.
I don’t have the time to be babysitting that nut case or supervising her in robberies. I’m good without her, Charisma thought.
~Chapter 12~
Michelle was on a roll. Messing with her best friend’s man and taking what she wanted. She lived for the thrill of being a bad girl. Her mind wondered off to Trent; his swag, his attitude, his sexy lips, his chiseled body, and everything about him roamed her mind. He was the shit and then some. She couldn’t think of another dude that was comparable to him. He had the total package and his money being long was the icing on the cake.
“Oooh. Yeah baby, right there,” Michelle moaned. For a second she had forgotten that she had a dick shoved inside of her. She had forgotten that she’d allowed Trig over to her house the night before. All it took was him shoving his dick deep inside her womb and she was back on point, faking it until he got his nut and got off of her. “Harder!” Michelle moaned, rolling her eyes.
Trig had entirely turned her off. His dry humping was putting a working on her pussy. Her insides screamed with pain and her clitoris was pulsating from all of the dry pressure.
“Ohhh yeah!” Trig sped up and began to hump even faster.
Michelle grabbed the side of his waist and dug him deeper into her. “Right there baby!” she moaned. Reaching her hands under the pillow, Michelle felt the coldness of the steel that rested peacefully underneath. A part of her wanted to whip that bad boy out and blow Trig's miserable brains out. Too bad she needed him to stick around for a little longer.
Seconds later Trig was lying on top of her huffing and puffing like he’d actually done something. Michelle roughly rolled Trig off of her and got up to rush to the bathroom. She quickly took a shower and when she stepped back out wrapped in her Baby Phat robe, Trig was lying under her sheets snoring like a dog.
Michelle glanced at the diamond studded Rolex on her right wrist. “Oh hell no! This nigga gots to go. He won’t be parlaying up in here!” Michelle huffed to herself. She stomped over to Trig and with each step she took her bare, voluptuous ass giggled. “Ahmmm.” Michelle cleared her throat.
That didn’t seem to faze Trig one bit. He was out of it.
“Nigga, get ya’ ass up! I invited you over to fuck not fucking lay up in this joint.” Michelle violently shook Trig.
Trig jumped up and grabbed his .9mm that was planted under the pillow and aimed it.
“What the fuck!” Michelle yelled, jumping back with both of her hands above her head.
Trig had a frighten look on his face. All the dirt he had done in his days was beginning to take a toll on him. When he slept he always did so with one eye open. Lately running the streets and constantly sexing chicks, or in his words banging bitches’ backs out, he was dry and tired.
It so happened that he was at Michelle’s spot when sleep forced itself upon him.
Trig’s eyes scanned the room. When he realized he was tripping, he placed the gun down on the nightstand. “My bad. I had a nightmare and thought some nigga was trying to test me,” Trig admitted.
Michelle placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight from one leg to another. “Fuck that crazy shit. You could have just shot me and knock me straight off this earth. Nigga, pay me and leave,” Michelle bluntly spoke.
It was obvious that she didn’t sex for free. Even Trent’s ass was breaking her off. It wasn’t much, but it was something. She treated men just like what they were in her eyes: Trick ass, dog ass niggas. You fuck them, get paid, and duck them before they smash and dash on ya’ ass. Niggas wasn’t shit but some good money and good dick.
Michelle held her hand out as she impatiently as she waited for her money. She tapped her feet and dug underne
ath her nails with a toothpick, not paying Trig any attention yet all the while wishing he would hurry up and break her off.
Trig didn’t like the way Michelle was treating him like some old trick ass dude. Her days of using him were about to be over. “You want some money, huh?” Trig asked with a smirk on his face. He was seconds away from hitting up Trent’s cousin and putting Michelle to work!
“For my services,” Michelle replied, turning her nose up.
“I didn’t know we got down like that. Since when did we start paying for services? In that case bitch, you better break me off for my fucking services. Fucking that dry ass pussy was more than a nigga bargained for. Bitch, I still can taste the damn silicone on those fucking fake ass breasts.” Trig began getting dress in a rush. In no time he was out of Michelle’s hairs.
Trig got outside the front door of Michelle’s condo and she could still be heard yelling insults at him. He reached into his polo jeans pockets and pulled out the chump change that he had just stolen from her. While she was in the shower he had ransacked her purse and took every red cent that was in there. Him pulling his gun out was just a part of the little stunt that he just pulled. “Broke ass hoe,” Trig said to himself before hopping into his BMW coupe.
Michelle laid in bed stuffing her face with a bag of Middleswrath chips and some chocolate chip ice cream. She was miserable. The last time she heard from Trent was over a week ago and she hadn’t talked to her best and only friend Charisma in over a month. Her cash flow had been put to a stop due to Nick’s crazy ass.
~Chapter 13~
Michelle got dressed and placed her oversized black studded frame Prada shades on her face. She got into her car and drove across town to Charisma and Trent’s house. Just as she was pulling up the two lovebirds were holding hands and making their way to their car. Charisma was dressed to impress and her weave was flawless. Trent was looking so scrumptious that Michelle began to cream in her panties. If she had the time, she would have hopped in the passenger seat and finger fucked herself.
She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth as she watched Trent open the door for Charisma. Trent was never a gentleman when it came to her. Her heart began to ache due to the horrible, heartbreaking pain that raced through her body. Tears began to slowly flow from her eyes. She stared on with pure hatred and anger. She wanted to put her Mustang in drive and fly full speed to run Charisma over, in hopes of ending her life so that she could have Trent to herself.
After they got in the car, she trailed them all the way to the mall. She waited in the parking lot a few cars down from them. She was pissed that Charisma and Trent later came out with their hands full of bags from all of the top brand stores. He was dropping stacks on her and she was fucking him, sucking him, letting him ass fuck her and everything else that she thought would make him happy. In the end all she got was a couple of hundred dollar bills and broken promises. She was vexed and envied what Charisma and Trent had.
She continued to trail them as she cursed Trent out and cried to herself. They got on the highway heading towards 95 south and she followed right behind them. “You fucking liar! I know you see me calling your damn phone! Pick up now!” Michelle yelled to herself. “Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!” she yelled. She angrily threw the phone across the passenger seat. She looked at the time. It was a little pass 12am. She wondered where they could be going. “Probably to some luxury hotel suite or an upscale restaurant,” she said answering her own question.
Thoughts of her running into the back of them and running them off of the dark road crossed her mind. Then all of a sudden all the service lights began to flash. Michelle cursed herself for ignoring the gas notification miles ago. Being a stalker sure as hell didn’t pay. Michelle didn’t even make it off the next exit before the car broke down. “Why me! Why!” she cried, beating the horn.
Pissed off to the max she kicked her driver door wide open and poked her head out. She scanned the highway. It was dark with minimum to no cars on it. She grabbed her purse and began making the walk to the next exit. Halfway there she realized that she’d left her cell phone in the car. It didn’t matter. There was no way she was going to turn back around for a damn phone. She huffed and puffed as she walked along the side of the highway.
She hadn’t even walked a quarter of a mile and already was out of breath. Even though she had an amazing body, she was nowhere near in shape. She couldn’t even start to tell someone what the inside of a gym looked like or what a sit up or a crunch felt like. The only thing that she could consider close to a sit up was when she was lying on her back in bed watching television and eating ice cream only to find out that the remote controller was on the floor, lying next to the bed. As a result, she would sit up and reach for it. Exercise wasn’t in her vocabulary unless you considered sexing someone else’s man exercise.
“I have fucking Asthma. I know I do…” Michelle declared as her chest continued to heave due to the lack of air. When she got over the hill that she’d hiked up, she placed her hand over the top of her eyes and peered out at the gas station ahead just as Christopher Columbus had when he discovered America.
With the gas station not too far away, Michelle began putting some pep in her step. Her voluptuous ass jiggled with joy, as she was only a few feet away from the gas station. “Aww fuck! Fuck!” Michelle stomped her feet and cursed aloud. As she read the sign taped on the gas station door: Water line broke. We will be back open in two days. Next gas station 8 miles away.
Michelle threw herself against the door and began to cover her face as she let the tears escape. Her MAC mascara smeared all down her face. She felt like her pure hazel contacts were sliding out of her eyes. Her fake mink lashes began to get moist with tears and the glue began to irate her eyes. With all the crying and the hike she’d just made, she overall looked like a hot mess. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she wanted to cry.
Seeing the pay phone only inches away, a smile crept across her face. Maybe there was hope after all. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she rushed over to the phone. She stuffed the coin slot with two quarters and hurriedly began to punch in Trent’s cellphone number. She breathed heavily as she patiently waited for him to answer the phone. Her heart paced ten miles per second as she heard Trent’s heavy baritone.
“Baby, baby! I’m stuck on the highway. I need you to come pick me up,” Michelle cooed over the phone as if she and Trent had something going on that consisted of obligations.
After hearing Michelle’s voice, she was left with the dial tone. Michelle went back into her bag to find more change and called Trent back to back until she was left with a broken heart, a smeared face of makeup, and a mean headache.
“I hate you! I hate you!” Michelle screamed, banging the phone against the booth until she broke the phone. Once she let off a little steam, Michelle felt much better.
Hearing the loud and obnoxious honk of a twenty-eight wheeler was joy to her ears. She quickly began to wipe her face with the back of her hands. She pulled her tight jeans up above her waist, giving herself a self-made camel toe. She turned around and waved at the driver as she made her way to the truck.
The driver whistled as Michelle switched her way over to him. Seeing Michelle’s fine ass, made his day. And if she were down with the get down, that would save him a thirty-mile trip up the road where there was a service stop with prostitutes lingering around. He often made stops there to get his sexual fix when he was on the road.
Michelle got closer to the truck and seeing the old white hillbilly made her sick to her stomach. She turned her nose up, but decided she had no choice but to be nice or she would possibly be stuck in the middle of nowhere until who knew when. She licked her lips and began to speak. “Hey! My car ran out of gas miles away. Can you help me?” she asked in a soft voice.
The trucker undressed Michelle with his eyes. Her breasts were sitting up on full display. He licked his lips, wondering what her chocolate breasts would taste like. They were more than a hand
ful to enjoy and truthfully he was ready to feast. He was a breast man and a serious fan of chocolate. He decided before he got down to the nitty gritty that perhaps he would get Michelle in his truck first. “Well, I guess I pulled over just in time, honey.” He cracked a smile, displaying the twenty teeth that he had left lingering around in his mouth.
Michelle cracked a smile back as her insides filled with laughter. His bare mouth had her tickled to death. All gums and no fucking teeth. Michelle laughed to herself.
“But,” he continued, “The next gas station is miles away. I bet your car is in the opposite way of where the gas station is. This here truck doesn’t run on air.”
Michelle frowned her face up. She knew what the trucker was implying. Working at the club she ran into pussy thirsty truck drivers all the time. She knew just how to work him as she always did. Tell them what they wanted to hear until she got what she wanted and got out of dodge. She climbed the two big steps of the truck and got into the driver’s personal space. Her breasts poured out of her tiny shirt as she leaned in closer. “I’ll tell you what. If you help me out...” She pointed at her chest. “I will help you out.” She then pointed at him and licked the Mac gloss right off of her lips.
“Oh yeah? Hop on in then.”
Michelle swung her body over to the side, while he pushed open the driver’s side door. She purposely crawled across his lap to the passenger side with her ass tooted up in the driver face. She had no intentions on helping him out whatsoever. The only thing that she could do was refer him to the next strip club so he could go get his rocks off. His money was not worth her time at the moment. She had other important things on her mind like Trent and Charisma’s whereabouts.
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