Three hoochies with sex appeal rolled up on the dude with the diamonds in his mouth. He began tossing hundred dollar bills at them like Rick James at a strip joint. A satirical smile creased Trevor’s lips; they had found their next victim. He sized up the dude who obviously loved pussy. All the females were flocking around him, thinking that they’d be leaving with him and his partner. Trevor didn’t want to lose this mark. He looked at the Fatal Four.
Even with the scar on her face, Sabrina was far more attractive than she gave herself credit for. Sabrina had the body of an Amazon. This time her body wouldn’t be enough. Trevor’s eyes settled on Rayne. Rayne was a nice looking thing. Trevor knew that Rayne could fuck like a rabbit.
“You Rayne,” Trevor said glancing back. “You and Dora Dean,” Trevor turned back to them and continued with the biggest smile. “No man will be able to resist the both of you.”
Dora Dean and Rayne rushed Hooey Jameson. One month later Sabrina blew the brains out of his head, killing him. Hooey Jameson didn’t go down without a fight. It took all four of them to take down his fat country ass.
Dora Dean and Rayne realized that Hooey Jameson was a strange nigga the moment they arrived in St. Louis. He lived in a huge mansion and most of the land was like jungle. There was a pool that had not seen water. Dora and Rayne thought that Trevor had misjudged Hooey. He might have had a mouth full of platinum and diamonds and wore a Rolex but that might have been about it. Just as soon as they walked into his run down mansion and put their bags down Hooey took them around the side of the house to his ten car garage. He showed them his collection.
“Bingo,” Rayne whispered to Dora when the garage door electronically flipped open.
“Cha-ching-alinga-ling…” Dora replied.
He had two luxurious looking Mercedes, two posh BMW, and two pimped-out classic Cadillac’s. He had a ’67 Mustang and a ’71 Corvette. Then there was a sweet yellow Lamborghini and a juicy red Ferrari.
One day, Rayne went out back and saw a huge dog house. She cautiously walked over to it, took a peek inside and saw a dog’s remain. She ran back to the house and told Hooey.
“I knew I forgot something. I forgot to feed the fucking dog.” The fat man said.
“You must’ve not fed him since you got him,” Rayne said walking off and shaking her head.
She’d almost made it out of the room when she heard.
“Wait, you forgot something.”
“What?” she asked.
“Come here bitch, you forgot to suck my dick.”
Rayne shook her head. The fat bastard always wanted his dick sucked and she was growing tired of doing it. If it wasn’t for her girls she would’ve never gotten on her knees that day.
Dora hated the Hooey Jameson job for other reasons. There were no air conditioners or screens for the windows at Hooey’s mansion and it seemed all the insects in the city decided to migrate there. He had ceiling fans and all the windows remained opened. Hardly anyone came to visit.
Dora Dean and Rayne spent a whole week with him. Fucking and sucking him off, doing lesbian routines for him and his friends. His friends always tried to persuade Dora and Rayne to leave with them. They used jewelry, money and sometimes even the air conditioners inside their cars to bribe the girls. Rayne was tempted. She laughed once when she overheard Dora telling a friend of Hooey, “I’ll suck your dick if you get Hooey an air conditioner.”
They hated things in St. Louis. The day before they robbed and killed Hooey, Rayne called Sabrina up and told her that she wanted to quit. It was the very morning Sabrina and Bernadette arrived in St. Louis. Sabrina was pissed.
“Bitch we didn’t take a flight all the way down here just so we can go back to New York empty-handed.” Sabrina chastised Rayne. “Didn’t you say we can catch the nigga alone tonight?”
“Yeah but,” Rayne began.
“So we gonna get his ass tonight. What the fuck’s wrong with you? You said his dick was small anyway.”
Both Bernadette and Sabrina laughed.
“His dick is real little but he weighs over three hundred pounds. Every time he gets atop me he flattens me, I can’t breathe. Not to mention how he sweats like a fucking animal. Bitch just let me come to the hotel room. I need some cool air, nigga ain’t got no air conditioner.”
Sabrina laughed and hung up the phone on Rayne.
“It’s on and popping tonight,” she smiled at Bernadette. “We gonna spot rush his fat ass.”
ten
Rayne and Dora were excited to know the St. Louis job would be coming to an end soon. Sabrina and Bernadette had Hooey’s address. Now all they had to do was find the damn place. Dora Dean had confidence in Sabrina.
“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, your girls will come through for you,” Dora Dean said.
They spent the day working on Hooey’s energy and were running out of condoms. Even though they loathed the fat dude it was work. Getting Hooey seemed like a cakewalk because he usually fell right to sleep after he rolled on top of one of them and did his business.
Hooey kept most of his prized possessions and money locked in a safe. The safe was in his main bedroom behind a picture frame that electronically moved to the side when you knocked a certain spot on the wall. Dora Dean and Rayne were the sneakiest of the four criminally inclined vixens, but didn’t have the combination.
Rayne stayed downstairs and Dora was in the room with the fat man. Rayne heard rapping on one of the downstairs windows. She crept over.
“Who is that?” She asked.
“It’s us bitch,” Bernadette whispered.
Sabrina and Bernadette climbed in through the window.
“Where’s he?” Sabrina asked.
“Upstairs with Dora… in the same room where the safe is… We don’t have the combination,” Rayne rushed with words.
“What were you guys doing all this…?” Sabrina began.
“Slow down, bitch. The nigga is strange and besides, ain’t nobody gonna just give you the combination to their damn safe.” Rayne snapped at Sabrina.
Rayne definitely had a point and Sabrina didn’t push the issue any further. They weren’t able to bring guns with them on the flight. They didn’t have a gun connection in St. Louis. The minute Bernadette mentioned weapons Rayne went right inside her pocket and pulled out an old 32 shortnose revolver.
“I just happened to have found this in his basement,” she smiled.
“Give me that,” Bernadette said snatching the gun.
“I better take that gun,” Sabrina said with her hand held out.
Bernadette didn’t want to give Sabrina the gun. Sabrina had a shorter fuse than Rayne. Sabrina would shoot the fat man before they acquired the combination.
“I’ll hold onto the piece.” Bernadette said shutting down any further discussion. “What else you got?” She asked Rayne.
Rayne showed them an axe so massive she could barely carry it. And she had brass knuckles. Sabrina examined them and declared them hers. She slipped the knuckles on her left hand. Rayne had a long blade she kept for herself. No one was about to challenge her for it. Bernadette saw that Rayne had found a bat and decided to take that as well.
“We got duct tape.” Sabrina worded to Rayne.
“I hope one roll of tape is enough,” Bernadette stated to her girls.
“Let’s do the damn thing,” Sabrina snapped.
By the time they got upstairs, Dora was already dressed and ready to rumble. Hooey’s mass was sprawled all over the bed snoring like a water buffalo. The Fatal Four stood around the bed looking down at him. Bernadette to the right clutching the bat, Sabrina to the left with her left hand full of brass, Rayne at the head of the bed with a knife and Dora had the 32 revolver.
Hooey’s loud snoring was all that could be heard. They just stared, no one moved to do anything. Hooey was a big man. Bernadette shook her head.
Dora moved closer to his nakedness. A white sheet covered half his sweaty body. Dora pulled the sheet back and
the other girls almost shriek when they saw how small his penis was. Sabrina couldn’t hold back and broke out in a laugh. Hooey opened his eyes.
“What’s so funny bitch?” He asked groggily.
“Your little dick, you fat ass motherfucker,” Sabrina said.
“Surprise, this is you getting got.” Bernadette always said this to victims.
Hooey was unexpectedly fast and raised his back off the bed. In no time he had a meaty hand wrapped around Dora’s slender neck. Rayne reacted quickly by sticking her knife in Hooey’s other hand. He was in the act of throwing a punch.
Rayne stabbed as hard as she could. The knife went through the middle of his palm. Hooey swung back and slapped Rayne in the face. Her body went flying across the room crashing against a wall. She was knocked out.
Hooey let go of Dora and yanked the knife out. He flung it after Rayne but the knife ended up stuck in the wall above her limp body.
Bernadette dropped the bat. She hammered her elbows and fists on Hooey as he tried to get out of bed. Sabrina hit him with her brass knuckled fist under his chin. The upper cut didn’t slow him any. Dora backed up and aimed the gun. Bernadette and Sabrina were too close to him for her to shoot. Dora wasn’t the greatest shot.
Hooey took all that Bernadette and Sabrina had. He managed to get a good punch that sent Bernadette to the floor. Sabrina backed away warily.
“Is this the best you bitches got?” He boasted. “I’m gonna fuck every last one of you before I kill y’all.” Hooey let out a guttural wail.
He never noticed Sabrina moving away from him so Dora could have a clean shot.
As he took a step towards Sabrina, Dora fired the 32. The bullet struck him in his back. He didn’t even flinch even though there was blood. Hooey took another step towards Sabrina.
“Don’t kill him,” Sabrina screamed.
They needed the combination to the safe. Dora fired the revolver again hitting his left arm. Dora moved around, trying to get his attention. The third shot got his attention. Blood splattered on the floor where Bernadette was trying to shake off the punch. Hooey charged Dora. Dora lost her nerve and the gun fell from her hand.
“No!” Sabrina yelled.
She jumped on Hooey’s back. He grabbed her by her hair before she could get a good grip and flipped her. Sabrina fell hard. Hooey stomped down hard with a wide barefoot, crushed her stomach. Sabrina felt a rib crack.
“Fuck!” Bernadette said reaching for the bat.
She charged him swinging the bat at his head and connected. Hooey grunted but didn’t fall. The girls were amazed because he had been shot stabbed and thoroughly beat down. He was still standing.
Another swing hit the other side of his head, staggering him. He was stunned but managed to stay upright. Bernadette hit him in the knees. Hooey staggered yet refused to go down.
Bernadette hit him seven times before Dora pried the bat from her hands.
“Bitch, if you kill him we won’t be able to get the combination to the safe,” Dora yelled.
Hooey was finally on the ground. The onslaught from the bat was too much. He looked like a beached whale.
“You’re right,” Bernadette answered finally coming back to her senses.
Rayne didn’t look bad. She was moaning while rising from the floor. Sabrina used a chair to get off the floor. Bernadette heard Dora scream and saw that Hooey was staggering back up.
“Damn!” Bernadette said in exasperation.
She hammered him with the bat. Hooey had gotten shot a few times. He was a beast. They didn’t know what it would take to keep him down.
Dora scrounged on the floor for the gun. She would use every last bullet in it. The combination to the safe was not that important now. Now staying alive was the only priority.
eleven
Rayne and Riley arms were filled with shopping bags. They lugged them to the hotel. Riley had a decent sized room. Riley and her husband were doing well for themselves. The sisters began checking out their purchases talking and catching up on old times. Riley knew her sister was a little bad ass but she never expected to hear the stories Rayne started telling. Rayne told her how Hooey Jameson was tortured for the combination to the safe.
“It was one of our bigger scores, Riley. Regardless of what we did, he wouldn’t go down. Bullets, bats, brass knuckled, knives or damn fists and teeth and nails.”
Back in Hooey’s mansion, all the girls were standing. Some were wounded and tired. Sabrina clutched her injured ribs. Bernadette held the bat in her hand.
Dora had the gun. Sabrina had warned her not to use it. She was determined to get the safe combination. Rayne was trying to pull the knife from out of the wall. It was stuck in the wall tighter than a nail. She tugged at it while the rest of the girls circled and stalked Hooey like hyenas.
“You bitches ain’t shit!” Hooey huffed and puffed. “Y’all hating scalawags! What ya want?” He asked. He was bleeding from three bullets wounds. Hooey had been beaten up, there were knots on his face and his face was swollen. He didn’t look like himself but he was still an obese and impressive mass. He stood with his fists balled up.
Sabrina grabbed the chair and ran towards him. Bernadette charged the fat man’s legs. Dora followed suit. Rayne was still trying to get the knife out of the wall.
Bernadette hit Hooey below, clipping his legs. At the same time, Sabrina smacked him with the chair. Hooey was tall and massive. Sabrina missed his head and hit him on the side of a shoulder. She connected soundly. He stumbled. Bernadette and Dora wrestled him to the floor. Dora started raking Hooey’s face with her nails and biting him.
Hooey was down on hands and knees. Dora was still scratching his already beaten up face with her nails and biting him on the head. Sabrina moved around his mass methodically, kicking him in his stomach. She was trying to get the air out of him. He grunted and coughed. She was succeeding.
He attempted to resume an upright posture. The girls were tiring and Hooey seemed to have gathered more strength. Rayne finally yanked the knife out of the wall.
“Yeah, motherfucker, yeah…!” She yelled in triumph.
Rayne joined the fight, but it was almost over. Bernadette jumped on Hooey’s back like Sabrina had done earlier, but she was able to get her arms around his neck. The other girls backed off giving Bernadette room.
Hooey’s naked mass was upright and leaking blood from everywhere. He was gurgling as Bernadette’s strong arms tightened around his neck. He struggled for another three minutes before finally going down to one knee and then down to both knees.
“Give me the gun Dora.” Sabrina requested breathing heavily. Dora didn’t hesitate. Bernadette went for the chair Sabrina had hit Hooey with. Even though Sabrina had gotten him good, the chair was still intact.
“Sit down you nasty, fat, sweaty, little-dick-having, nigga.” Rayne ordered. “Sit the fuck down!”
Sabrina held the gun to his head. Bleeding, he crawled over to the chair and sat.
Bernadette got behind him and held him in a choke hold while Dora and Rayne wrapped him to the chair with the duct tape.
“What’s the combination to the safe?” Sabrina asked waving the gun at him.
“Bitch I ain’t telling you shit.” Hooey laughed. “I’m gonna get you bitches, hunt you hos’ down and kill every last one of you.”
Bernadette punched him in his face. Hooey spat blood back at her.
“Use the bat bitch. Your punches are like kisses.” He laughed. “Look at that little ass gun.” He taunted. “I can take about ten more bullets and afterwards I’ll shit bullets out, shit bullets on one of your faces. That’s how we treat bitches down here in the Lou.”
“I don’t think he’s gonna tell us shit.” Rayne uttered.
“If he doesn’t tell us, we’re gonna have to kill his fat ass,” Sabrina worded back. She was staring at Hooey with evil intent.
“Kill me bitch. I’m a die and you hos’ ain’t gonna get shit.” He laughed. “Even my car keys are in
the safe.” He laughed even louder. “You bitches fucked up, y’all know y’all fucked up, y’all better kill me. Kill me, you ain’t getting shit tonight. I’ll die before I give a bitch shit. My dog was a bitch. I ain’t even feed her.” Hooey continued to laugh.
“What now?” Rayne asked sounding defeated.
No one spoke for some time. They weren’t sure what to do. Hooey Jameson was a big deal in St. Louis but he had to die. Trevor always warned them about leaving a dealer with major street connections breathing after doing him dirty. The Fatal Four knew killing Hooey wasn’t going to be the easiest thing. He wasn’t about to give up anything. It seemed like a lost cause.
Dora had a solution. She left the room. No one knew where she went but she brought back a syringe and a bottle of bleach. Hooey looked into her eyes and took a deep breath.
“I’m tired of this shit,” Dora spat with malice. “Me and Rayne been fucking his nasty black ass for a whole damn week. The nigga smells, he sweats, and he’s all heavy. He be pumping that little twig and all you get is weight. Sometimes he don’t even be all the way in. He just be hitting your thigh and shit.” Dora opened the bottle of bleach and stuck the syringe in. She filled the syringe. “You gonna die slow and all horrible.” Dora looked into Hooey’s face. “Have you ever had bleach in your veins?” She asked him. “You’re gonna be here suffering for two or three weeks spitting up blood and shitting green slime out your ass.”
Sabrina moved closer to Dora. She had already decided to take Hooey as a loss and leave it at that. Sabrina wasn’t sure about killing him.
“Enough” Sabrina said to Dora. “It’s over lets get out of here.”
Dora stared at Sabrina. She pumped a bit of the bleach out of the syringe.
“You damn right it’s over bitch,” she said putting the Syringe close to Hooey’s neck.
“No,” Sabrina screamed scuffling with Dora.
“If you spent a week fucking his fat ass you would be sticking this in him. You bitches can go back to New York. I’m gonna sit here and watch this little dick nigga suffer and die,” Dora said in her most serious tone.
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