Star quickly sifted through her tattered luggage for a sexy lingerie set she could entice Rello in. She was happy to have the few minutes of alone time to shower and freshen up from the freak session she’d been the star in.
She could tell from giving him two blow jobs that Rello was guaranteed to last for hours, which her young but worked pussy hadn’t become accustomed to yet. Even though she was experienced, she’d only dealt with mostly teenagers except for Hassan’s dad. Star was slightly nervous but definitely anxious to take a severe beat down to her walls.
Their first few hours into the midnight and early morning were full of raw sex, ones that drove Star up a wall putting her out of commission. Every toy she’d brought for their amusement was used three times over. She’d initially sucked and fucked him off twice, pulling every stunt, trick, and position learned watching pornos with Tanisha. But after riding Rello’s dick like a pro until her legs were weak he showed her no mercy ramming her cunt until exploding and jacking it off all over her stomach.
They went for rounds without holding back screams or having discretion. They were fucking on the borderline of lovemaking. When it was all said and done, Star’s hair was wild, Rello’s cock was semi-hard, and both of their heads were spent. There was nothing left to do but burn a Kush blunt along with two cigarettes to mask the smell.
“Grab the menu so we can order room service.” Rello pulled the sheet over his naked body, picking up the remote.
“Can I order whatever I want? I ain’t ate shit but some lousy McDonald’s earlier.” Still naked as the day her whore of a mother birthed her, Star crawled back in bed grabbing a hold of her new best friend: his penis. I’ll suck the skin off this dick if it’ll get me a full-course meal.
“I’ll fill that empty stomach up with this thick nut.” Rello leaned back, clasping his fingers behind his head. “I can feed you all night.”
“C’mon, daddy, can you please buy me some food? I’m starving.” Star licked the pre cum from his semi-soft penis until his veins started to bulge. Covering the tip with her mouth making a popping noise, Rello’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “I promise to take care of you, boo.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah; order what you want.” Rello couldn’t resist his urges. The more she gave him head, the more his ego built up. Never in a million years did he think any woman around the way would be on his nut sac so toughly. “But that throat belongs to me after you eat.” Rello tried his luck and wasn’t reprimanded for talking brashly.
Star took one last lick of his manhood then came up snatching the menu. “I’ll have the steak medium well, loaded baked potato, and steamed broccoli. If I can have my choice of beverage, chilled Moët.” She smiled. “By the way, Rello, my throat can belong to you now.” Handing him back the menu, Star leaned over and gulped his dick down ’til choking. As slobber and spit dripped from her mouth onto his shaft and balls, he spread his legs wider giving her more access to his testicles.
“Damn, girl, yeah. Work for that.” Rello closed his eyes, holding back a massive explosion. Letting her deep throat him a few more times, he realized Star wasn’t stopping without a grand finale. “You want that nut huh?” Cocky and arrogant, Rello dared her to say no.
Moving faster, pulling harder, within seconds Star felt his seed shoot down her throat. The bitter taste initially made her want to gag but she continued to swallow until he shivered, pushing her off. “That’ll make number three, but I’m not counting.” She smiled, leaning back over to light the tail.
Rello gained his composure. He was absolutely sprung off her head game once again. Yeah, I could get used to this on a daily. “Yes, I’ll have two filet mignons medium well with baked potatoes and veggies.”
Star’s eyes lit up hearing Rello place the order, which included the bottle of champagne she wanted. She knew she’d probably have to sex him plenty of times more before getting back on the highway tomorrow, but what difference did it make? To Star, she was living the dream. If I want to live the all-star life, I’ve gotta earn his ass and my keep. Ain’t no hustler checking for a bitch with whack pussy. You better believe I’m about to work for mine.
“The food is gonna take about an hour. I told them motherfuckas to bring some fresh fruit or some shit like that for the inconvenience,” Rello lied. The hotel really offered it complimentary for them being so busy but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to stunt. “Now go turn the shower water on hot and high as it can go and leave the door open. We’ve gotta build some steam up to make sure that Kush smell is killed.” He panicked, knowing Banko would go nuclear crazy if he got caught getting high in the hotel messing the plan up.
Ali was long gone and Bonnie was busy counting up the few dollars he’d left by the nightstand. It was enough to go home and get both her and Jerome high, but she couldn’t fight the urge to treat herself. She wasn’t ready to go home to Star’s nagging, Savannah and Samantha being needy, or Jerome going upside her head. Not bothering to slide on her clothes, she covered up in a towel and ran down to one of the dealers lingering by the vending machines of the short stay and grabbed a dime to smoke by herself. The young thug was more than happy to service her and even offered her a freebie if she wanted to service him back. Bonnie never turned down free drugs or sex if it meant getting money or drugs, so she pushed him into the corner and sucked him until his nut touched her tonsils. She did it so good that he gave her the ten back in addition to the bag. Seven minutes past the time she ran from out the room, she was back inside and preparing to get high.
The marijuana wasn’t enough for heavy hitter Bonnie. Every time she hit the blunt, all she kept thinking about was how good her body would feel if she popped some pills. She counted her money over to make sure she had enough before making the call, then leaped up to find her phone and saw Jerome calling nonstop. I wish I would call his ass back. He can’t offer me nothing but a hard time right about now. Since Bonnie had enough money to purchase some top-of-the-line pills to pop, she called directly through to Banko from the hotel phone. He had the best pills Detroit had to offer and would get her higher than a kite.
“Yo, what up?” Banko answered the unknown call, thinking it might’ve been Rello calling from one of his many minute phones.
“Hey, this is Bonnie. I’ve got a few dollars. Can I meet up with you for some pills?” She didn’t care about talking in code; she was thirsty for a hit.
“Yeah, I’ll be down in the projects in thirty minutes. Meet up with me there.” He hung up.
Bonnie got dressed and ran to the bus stop barefoot with her plastic pumps in hand. She needed to get to the Sojourner Truth Homes to meet Banko before he left. If he said thirty minutes, he meant just that.
Chapter 6
The two were living it up in Chi-Town blowing through all of the pocket money Banko had given Rello. Star didn’t keep it a secret that she’d never seen, legally shopped, or dined at the type of places Rello was breaking cash off at. He however kept his front game high as if being a boss came second nature to him. Seeing Star light up pulling clothes off the rack and ordering the highest priced entrees had him swinging his nuts like a king. Out of the spending money Banko gave him, he’d gone through almost half on a Juicy Couture watch, Michael Kors purse, and a couple pair of Guess Jeans at the Macy’s on Michigan Avenue, plus picking up the hefty bill at the Cheesecake Factory.
Shit, this nigga is straight crazy if he thinks he’s ever getting rid of me. Nope, I’m here to stay. Star peeked back at her shopping bags with butterflies dancing in her stomach. Although she’d pinched herself a million times since the first time they took a dip in the Jacuzzi at the room, she still couldn’t believe she’d made it out of Detroit, even if it was just for a few days. She could remember watching sitcoms like The Cosby Show and Family Matters wishing Santa Claus would’ve delivered a better mother underneath their Salvation Army tree. The deprived, destitute home she was raised in by Bonnie left her always wanting for more; and now it seemed like Rello was that San
ta.
Per Banko’s orders, Rello had to ride around urban neighborhoods searching for potential spots. He wanted to expand his drug business outside of Detroit, and figured doing that closely to where the pill and lean connect was located at was genius.
“Dang, people act like our hometown is the only place that has ghettos and shit,” Star gazed out the window. “They’ve got just as many abandoned buildings, shanty houses, and streetwalkers posted on skid row as Mack and Bewick.” She compared the south side to Detroit’s east side.
“And that’s exactly why I’m trying to open up shop in these parts. The less these people have, the more reasons they have to get high.” Rello recited Banko’s reasoning for wanting to expand to the south side like it was his own idea. “Do me a favor and snap a few pictures of houses that look vacant.” He passed off one of his responsibilities like a boss.
“I’ll do anything to help my man.” She smiled seductively snatching the small Polaroid camera.
She snapped feverishly until Rello navigated his way into Hyde Park. With birds chirping, dogs being walked, and families playing at the park, this friendly community was foreign to Rello and Star, which instantly made them feel out of place.
“This is it,” Rello felt anxiety pulling up to a two-story brick home. The well-manicured football stadium lawn and appealing landscaping was a far cry from the tumbleweed yard in front of her house she now called a dungeon.
“Oh wow, this is nice as hell. It’s like night and day from where we live at.” Star couldn’t contain herself. She’d never seen a neighborhood so pristine and wealthy looking. Savannah and Samantha deserve to grow up somewhere like this. I really ain’t trying to cut Bonnie no slack and shit but my little sissies deserve better. Just like me, they didn’t ask to be born.
“Chill out, girl. I told you I’d take you places. And those bags in the back seat should be proof enough that I’m good on my word,” he tried boasting, though his eyes were bright too. Banko wasn’t living like a peasant, but he sure wasn’t living like the connect. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought her along trying to front. I didn’t think ol’ boy was gonna be living like a king. This crib is official.
Rello rubbed Star’s thigh and even though she kept quiet about noticing his anxiety, she could feel him shaking, too. What the fuck is this nigga nervous for? Let him tell it, he’s got this and is showing me something.
Neither of them said a word as they waited at the front door on someone to answer.
“Yes, may I help you?” Greeting Star and Rello from the other side of the door was a short, plump Mexican lady dressed in a traditional blue and white maid outfit.
“Um, yeah. I’m here to handle some business with Dominik.” Rello kept it short and simple.
The maid barely spoke English but she was fluent when it came to keeping a keen eye out for things that seemed odd. And a hip hop–dressed dude in baggy jeans, a loose fitting T-shirt, and laced tight Jordan sneakers wasn’t someone her boss typically associated with. Especially when accompanied by a scantily dressed girl. Maria knew if her boss was doing business with the likes of the strangers, the boss’s wife would want to know.
“Name please.” Maria kept it short and sweet.
“Sure. My name is Rello and this is my friend.” He neglected to introduce Star by name.
Star didn’t take it personal, nor was she paying close attention to the conversation. She was too busy peeping over the maid’s shoulder at how enormous and elaborately decorated the front room was. For the moment, she was minding Rello’s rules of staying in her place.
Once Maria received confirmation that Dominik was in fact doing business with Star and Rello, she paged the boss’s wife then allowed the two in. “Shoe off please. Then it’ll be right this way.”
Star gladly followed Maria in complete awe of the connect’s home. She’d never walked on marble floors before or been in a home with cathedral ceilings, skylights, and rooms full of plush furniture. Damn, I’ve been living deprived my whole life! Everything seemed larger than life to her. Rello was right; he’d shown her far better than what she’d been exposed to her whole meager existence.
Rello on the other hand was nervous and hoping his cowardly feelings weren’t showing. Damn, I wish I could stand bold and confident like my uncle. He felt like he was failing miserably at imitating Banko’s cutthroat demeanor. Trying not to stand out like a fool, he kept his eyes focused on the goal and kept reciting the game plan in his mind.
“Here are your guests, sir. Is there something you’d like me to bring you all?”
“Thank you, Maria. Bring a bottle of wine and three glasses. Two for us gentlemen and one for the unexpected lady.” Dominik looked Star over with a raised eye.
Star immediately picked up on the questioning looks and felt self-conscious. What the fuck? Check ya manz, Rello. I’m here with you. Why would he be putting me on blast like that?
Rello stood speechless, wanting the awkward moment to pass. It was then that he knew bringing Star along to meet the connect was biggest mistake of his life. Only having experienced low-level pickups and drop-offs in the hood, Rello didn’t understand proper etiquette or the rules to the game Banko and his affiliates played by.
“Okay, sir. I’ll be right back.” Maria scurried off.
“Have a seat. We’ve got a little business to take care of, so you might as well get comfortable.” With a little annoyance in his voice, Rello was hopeful that his cover wasn’t blown, but wasn’t getting a good vibe at the current moment.
“I can just go sit in the car until you grown men are done,” Star spoke up, knowing her presence was the reason for Dominik’s tension.
“I wouldn’t have that, young lady. Any connections of Banko’s are connections of mine. Have a seat and get comfortable like I said.” Star didn’t know who Banko was but didn’t dare question him. “I’m Dominik as I’m sure you know,” he introduced himself, extending his hand for Star to shake.
“LaStar.” She smiled, finally feeling more welcomed. “But you can call me Star.” Taking a seat, being swallowed by the oversized plush couch, she tried to act interested in the foreign movie playing on the flat screen. I guess Banko and Rello do business together and this is really one of his boys. Oh well, money is money and it looks like I’ve hit the jackpot. Studying Dominik’s facial features on the sly, his milk chocolate complexion, strong jaw line, and the intensity in his eyes had her floppin’ for him like a fish out of water. She wasn’t accustomed to seeing a black man dressed in a linen suit or ordering a maid around. Wow, it’s like I’m living on an episode of reality TV.
Rello was still uneasy but for good reasons. Dominik had already sent his uncle a text letting him know directions hadn’t been followed. When the two amateurs weren’t looking, he’d snapped a picture to send Banko and one for his personal gallery too. You couldn’t be too safe in today’s time. And these two peasants looked suspect to him. Connection to Banko or not, Dominik didn’t fuck around when it came to his home front.
Maria came back right on time, pouring them each a glass of wine. Star guzzled her drink down before Maria could finish serving the guys and sat her glass down for a second fill up.
“Slow down, baby, don’t drink the man out of house and home,” Rello tried to train the young girl.
“So tell me, Star, are you from Detroit?” Dominik had a long line of questions off the top of his head to quiz her with. Plus he’d picked up on her not-so-subtle stares and wanted to know just how far her curiosity would go.
“Yeah, team East-Side represent.” She threw the gang symbol with pride.
So caught up in thinking she was cute, she didn’t realize Dominik giving her the side eye.
“What she meant to say was yes, from the east side.” Rello cleaned up her more than urban girl slang, shifting in his seat. He might’ve been from the projects but could imitate Banko with ease. His uncle had been schooling him well.
“Oh, my bad. Let me remember my manners.” S
he giggled flirtatiously. “I guess this wine snuck up on me because I’m already feeling tipsy.”
The more Dominik filled her glass up, the more liquor she drank down. “Oh no, don’t apologize, just be yourself.” He knew a drunk spoke their mind so he wanted her as buzzed as possible.
“Thanks for the invitation.” She smiled seductively, opening her legs so Dominik could comfortably peek up her denim skirt. “I don’t know what this is exactly, but it’s got me hot.” Lifting the glass, Star fell into her element of being a ho. She couldn’t help herself. The wine was expensive, smooth, and a brand Hassan’s family didn’t sell. It was way out of her element and it showed.
Star was intrigued by the way Dominik carried himself, far more of a boss than Rello. Maybe I can get lucky enough to score a little alone time with him. I’ll wave good-bye to small-time Rello at the door.
“Your taste buds have just tasted the best, young lady.” Dominik snuck his peek in. “It would be foolish to let my palate experience anything but the absolute finest.” To him, she was a no-class girl looking for trouble and wouldn’t be caught dead doing anything other than innocent looking.
Rello had no control over the ghetto girl he’d taken so far from the hood. He watched Star desperately flaunt her double-D breasts, bend over to let them hang out of her too small shirt, and Dominik lose his cool zoned in on her thick frame on more than one occasion. I don’t know why I didn’t think her thirsty ass wouldn’t be on the prowl. I’ve gotta find a way to get this meeting back on track.
“Hey, baby, Maria told me you were busy, but I had to let you know I was home.” A tall, redbone chick with green eyes walked in, shocking the three of them. “I made dinner reservations for us while I was out shopping.”
Dominik stood to greet the woman, embracing her before placing a kiss on her makeup-beat face. “I’m sure she did, sweetheart. I assure you that I won’t be long.”
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