by Noire
Nooni looked scared, and Monique gave her an encouraging pat on the back. “Don’t worry. I’ve partied with those types before. One dude paid me two grand just to let him stick his big toe up my ass.” She shrugged. “I would come in the room with you, but he’s not into the group thing, so it’s gonna be a private party with just you and him tonight.”
Nooni looked scared.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be listening out right down the hall,” Monique assured her, “so if any shit jumps off I’ll be standing by to squash it.”
She eyed Nooni’s shape as the girl stepped into a short white dress. Her lightly oiled body was deliciously firm and curved, and swollen in all the right places. “You think you can handle it?” Monique asked. She added a dab of mascara to Nooni’s eyelids and studied her fake lashes with approval.
Nooni sounded stressed. “I’ll try. You got a belt or something? What am I supposed to beat him with?”
“Oh, you ain’t gotta worry about that,” Monique told her with a wave of the hand. “These kind of guys always bring their own whips and chains and all that other crazy shit. They know what they like. You just make sure you hit him real hard wherever that fool wants you to make it hurt.”
Nooni knocked on the hotel room door, and waited until her customer told her to come in. She slid the key-card through the slot, then twisted the doorknob and went inside.
The room was semi-dark, with the light from the bathroom shining into the hall.
“Um, where you at, Mister?” she called out. She was so nervous her voice trembled and her knees were knocking together too.
“I’m over here,” he said, and Nooni’s blood froze in her veins.
The voice was coming from the area by the desk, and he sounded like a ten-year-old white boy.
“I can’t see you,” Nooni said, peering into the darkness.
“You gotta come closer,” he said like a child. “I’ve done a lot of bad things. I need you to punish me.”
Nooni remembered what Monique had told her.
“I’m supposed to get the money first.”
“It’s on the bed,” he said. “Near the wall. Take it.”
Nooni walked cautiously over to the bed that was closest to her, and in the darkness she made out the neat stack of bills. She picked them up and saw that they were all hundreds. She spread them out in her hand and counted over a grand, then stuffed them inside her small white purse.
“Now, come on,” the trick whined. “You promised to punish me.”
Nooni stepped further into the room, and then stopped suddenly when the butt-naked white man rose to his feet.
He was tall and heavy-set, with a baldhead and a belly that covered his dick and sagged halfway down to his knees. His skin was real pale, and the wiry hairs on his chest looked like gray Brillo.
He picked up something from the bed and held it out to her.
It was an extra large pair of tweezers, and Nooni took them with a puzzled look on her face.
“Mister, what in the world do you want me to do with these?”
The trick turned his back on her, and spread his legs wide. Balancing his knees on the edge of the bed, he tooted his big asshole up in the air as his fat hairy balls dangled between his thighs.
If Nooni hadn’t been so scared she would have laughed. This fool had a bunch of shiny silver stickpins embedded in his nut sack. He looked like a hairy-assed porcupine, and a shiver of disgust ran down her spine.
“The hairs on my balls,” the old man gave his order in the voice of a child. “Pluck ’em.”
CHAPTER 16
Chiney Jackson had gotten sprung from Rikers Island a couple of weeks ahead of schedule, and she hit the wonderful streets of Harlem rolling hard. She’d taken her little jail bid in stride, and now that she’d hit the bricks she was determined to make up for lost time.
She had promised her brother Trey she was gonna spend the morning looking for a drug treatment program to enroll in, but instead she rode her ten-speed bike up on the avenue, and looked around to see who was handling some bizz. Young Maleek was posted up on the corner grind, and he spotted her as she was peddling toward him.
“Whattup, whattup?” he greeted her, dapping her out like she was a dude for real.
Maleek was one of the few trap boys who respected Chiney for who she was. He was also one of the few who was willing to handle any transactions with her too, as most of the other hustlers were too fearful of her brother to get down with her like that.
“It’s all good,” Chiney said, passing him some cash in her dap. Chiney and Maleek used to be cool back in the day when Mayhem and Messiah were playing varsity ball. They’d both enjoyed the limelight of having talented, popular brothers. And they’d both suffered the loss when their brothers were suddenly gone: Mayhem to the grave, and Messiah to jail.
“Ay, what kinda music is playing in the club tonight?” she asked, speaking in code.
“Oh, the club is hot,” Maleek assured her. “Got that Red Devil, baby.” He tossed off a vial containing four small pills. The words Divine Nine were stamped on the outside. “See how that do you,” he said, stepping off to take care of another customer. “Lemme know how you fly.”
Two hours later Chiney was flying high.
She had hooked up with her booty call for the night and both of them had popped the tabs she had copped from Leek.
“Damn, baby,” Chiney moaned as she gazed at the head full of weave that bobbed between her legs. Being in jail had put some constraints on her sex life, but that didn’t have shit to do with how horny she was tonight.
Chiney liked to fuck when she was high, and right now, she sat on her brother’s coffee table with her right leg bent and her foot resting on the edge. Her left leg was splayed out in front of her, and a fly little light-skinned honey was kneeling between her thighs giving up that wet-wet.
“Yeah,” Chiney directed her lover as the girl alternated between slathering her clit with her warm tongue and sucking it between her soft lips. “Right there, baby. “Oh yeah. Jack it for Daddy. Jack it.”
Chiney had a very large clit for a woman. It protruded from her vaginal lips and felt to her like what she imagined a man’s dick must have felt like to him.
She leaned back on the table, letting her right leg fall open wider. The girl between her legs parted Chiney’s ass cheeks and put some dressing on that salad.
Chiney felt her clit jerking. She didn’t know if it was the drugs she’d ingested or the pussy she was smelling, but a spasm shot through her and her nipples began to tingle.
Pushing the girl’s head away, she stood up and helped her girl get up too. They stood close together, kissing and swaying in the middle of the room.
The girl was soft and cuddly in Chiney’s muscular arms. She smelled sweet, and the sensation of their nipples brushing together almost drove Chiney wild.
She lay the girl down on the floor and climbed on top of her. Yeah, she had a bedroom that she could have taken the girl to, but Chiney liked it raw and spontaneous.
She got on top of the girl and reached between them to finger her softness. Spreading the girl’s lower lips, Chiney positioned herself so that her stiff, dangling clit was at the door of the girl’s wet tunnel.
Moans rose in the air as the two women fucked. Their clits collided as they rubbed pussies back and forth as they got their mash on. Chiney pumped the chick just like a man would. She cupped the girl’s firm breasts and squeezed her thick nipples between her fingers.
The girl moaned loud and long in Chiney’s ear. Her movements became more frantic as she gripped Chiney’s ass and ground her pussy around. Guiding one breast to her mouth, Chiney bit down on the girl’s nipple, causing her to yelp and come hard, throwing her hands over her head as she surrendered to the pussy whipping that Chiney was putting on her.
But now, a hurricane was brewing deep in Chiney’s clitoris too, and as gay as she was, she still longed to feel something thick and hard banging against her inne
r walls.
“Fuck me,” she muttered, taking the girl’s hand and placing it between her legs. Two fingers were inside her before she knew it, and as the chick stroked and sloshed her fingers around in the pool Chiney’s pussy had created, Chiney locked her legs on the girl’s hand, and gyrated her hips until she came too, her little man quivering as her boat got rocked and her sugar walls melted in delight.
CHAPTER 17
Monique was stretched out in the hotel bed watching television and sipping some Moet when she heard a door slam and footsteps booking outside in the hall. She glanced at her watch. Nooni had only been in the room with the trick for ten minutes, which wasn’t even enough time for them to get down to any real business. She frowned moments later when there was a desperate series of knocks on her door.
“Monique!” the young girl begged from outside in the hall, “Please let me in!”
Jumping from the bed, Monique unlocked the door and flung it open.
“Sssh!” she whispered, snatching Nooni inside the room. The girl was crying and holding both hands near her neck. Her swirly ponytail had come undone and her makeup was smudged all over her face. “What the hell happened?” Monique demanded.
“H-h-he tried to choke me!” Nooni cried hoarsely. “At first he said he was a bottom bitch. He wanted me to punish him, but he had all kinds of needles stuck in his balls!” Then he told me to pluck out all the little hairs around his nuts,” the girl squirmed, squeamish and disgusted by the memory, “but I just couldn’t do that shit!”
“Why not?” Monique demanded. “Didn’t he pay you first? You couldn’t just snatch them hairs out and keep it moving?”
Nooni shook her head.
“I couldn’t, Monique. That shit was too freaky. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t do it!”
“So you just upped and left?”
The young girl shook her head no again.
“He got mad and wanted me to give him his money back. He tried to go in my purse and we started fighting. He knocked me against the desk and started choking me. I didn’t have no choice, Monique. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t get away neither. So I hit him.”
Monique gave her a look. “You hit him?”
“Yeah,” Nooni said nodding. “With a lamp.”
“And then what happened?”
“He fell,” Nooni whispered, fresh tears running from her eyes. “He fell and I think he hit his head because a whole lotta blood started gushing outta him. And that’s when I ran.”
Monique stared at the girl. Her scary ass coulda put them in a trick bag for sure.
“Stop crying,” she told Nooni, hugging her briefly. “I’ma go see if he’s okay. You stay here and change your clothes and start packing up our shit. Wash your face first,” Monique told her. She slid the key-card from the dresser. “I’ll be right back.”
$$$$$
J-Ugly stood outside the trap house clenching his ass-cheeks tight. He had to take a serious shit but there were way too many customers flying at him to get off the trap anytime soon.
His boss Lil Lee had just swung by with a nice resupply, so he knew nobody else would be coming by to check for him anytime soon. His eyes darted up toward Lenox Avenue and hope surged in him at what he saw.
“Yo, Leek!” he yelled at the young cat who was about to head across the street. “Ay, slime, lemme holla at you for a minute!”
Maleek was down with the same click that J-Ugly was, but he was even lower on the food chain. J liked the boy ’cause he was cold as ice, and plus the same chick braided both of their hair, and they were cool like that.
“Yo, listen up, son,” he said when Maleek got over to him. The boy was young, but he was already mad tall, and the two of them stood eye-to-eye. “I got this work on me but I need to hit the bathroom real quick. Hold this shit down for me while I run inside, and make sure my money is right when I get back out here, ya heard?”
Dope and money passed from one hand to the next, and it happened so fast the casual observer woulda missed it.
“I’ll be right back,” J-Ugly screwed up his handsome face as his stomach cramped with pressure. He ran up the steps and pushed through the raggedy door, then bust into the filthy crack den and hauled ass toward the bathroom.
$$$$$
“Girl you walk just like a damn duck,” Taleah said as she switched her booty down Lenox Avenue. She was walking her pregnant friend to the corner store so the girl could get a bag of those hot, crunchy pork skins that she’d been craving all day.
Her thirteen-year-old girlfriend laughed. “Later for you! I’m nine-months, stupid. How the hell do you expect me to walk?”
“I’on’t know but I be glad when you drop that load. It’s fuckin’ up my flow. Niggahs look at you and don’t even wanna holla at me. Hell, I ain’t the one swollen. I’m still cute.”
They were just about to cross the street when Princess saw a guy she knew hustlin’ from the block.
“Girl, that dude is fine as hell,” she said and nodded at a tall corner boy with fresh cornrows in his hair. He was standing outside of a trap house and working hard on the grind.
“Hold up for a minute,” Princess said, and waddled her way over to the dude. She said a few words, then they walked over to the building and huddled for a quick second. The next thing Taleah knew, Princess was walking up the building’s front steps as fast as she could.
“Hey heffah!” Taleah hollered. “Where the hell you going?”
Princess waved her off. “Go ‘head, Tee! I’ma catch up with you later, okay?”
Taleah started to say something slick, but a look from the trap boy froze her cold.
“All right then,” she muttered under her breath as she turned around and headed back toward her block. “How a bitch gonna ask me to give her a walk,” she said out loud, “and then just leave me hanging like that? Pregnant bitches got a lotta nerve. They got a whole lotta nerve.”
CHAPTER 18
The muffled voices of other hotel guests drifted into the hallway as Monique crept three doors down to the room where Nooni had left the trick. She inserted her key-card in the door, then waited until the small light flashed green before pushing down on the latch and going inside.
The room was cool and dim, and the first thing she did was run the back of her hand along the wall and flip on the light switch.
The trick was laying there, banged up and bloody, just like Nooni had said.
Monique stepped over to him cautiously, but even before she got up on him she knew what time it was. The naked white man was stretched out on his back with his legs cocked open and slobber coming out of his mouth. A big-ass noogie had jumped up red and swollen on the side of his head and a small pool of blood had leaked onto the floor. His torture kit was laid out neatly on one bed, and the lamp Nooni had hit him with was turn over on its side.
Eyeballing the downed white man, Monique put her hands on her hips and grinned. Salida was gonna be so happy. Opportunities like this didn’t just pop up in your life everyday. She giggled. Sometimes shit was just for you. It just fell in your lap like a gift from your guardian sugar daddy.
Her eyes scanned the room as she devised her plan. A large pair of tweezers lay on the desk. Stepping around the white man, Monique stuck out her toe and nudged his plump nut sack. There were so many silver pins sticking outta that thing that it looked like a tomato-red pincushion.
She shook her head. Nooni was way too fuckin’ soft. Monique woulda jammed those pins in his balls and had those silver hairs plucked and yanked in no time flat.
Chuckling out loud, Monique turned her back on the drunk, snoring john and strutted on out the door.
$$$$$
The knock Monique put on her room door was way more frantic and panicked than Nooni’s had been.
“Open the goddamn door!” she whispered harshly, and the moment Nooni did, Monique bum-rushed inside and headed straight to the bathroom.
“Get a towel!” she barked at Nooni. “Wipe off every
thing you mighta touched!”
Nooni’s eyes were two big scared O’s.
“W-w-what happened in t-t-there?” she stammered.
“Hurry up!” Monique snapped. She moved like a tornado as she wiped down the telephone, the remote control, and the switches and knobs on all the lamps. “Put your shoes on,” she told Nooni, who had wiped off the arms of the chairs, and had gone into the bathroom to wipe off the hot and cold water taps. “We gotta get the fuck outta here, girl. We gotta get outta here fast.”
Nooni looked so scared that Monique almost felt sorry for her dumb ass.
“Is he okay?” the frightened girl asked. Her eyes pleaded with Monique for the answer to be yes. “What happened?”
Monique stopped and grilled her. Hard.
“You know what the fuck happened in there, Nooni!” Monique lied sternly, even though she really wanted to laugh. Salida said she wanted Nooni roped up like a cow? Well her young ass wouldn’t be tryna run back home or anywhere else after this!
“Bitch, you killed a white man! You hit him in the head and murked his ass, that’s what happened! That mothafuckin’ trick is dead.”
CHAPTER 19
“You’re not gonna get in trouble, Taleah,” Trey reassured the crying teenager who was sitting on the white leather sofa in his office. They were at the Crossover Community Center that Trey had founded to help local kids and athletes learn job skills and stay off the city streets.
The building was one of those 1930’s single-story warehouses that had hundreds of very small windows along every side. The roof of the building was also constructed of thick glass, with thousands of small panes on the ceiling that let the light in and gave it an open, roomy feel.
Princess, the thirteen-year-old pregnant girl Trey mentored, had disappeared into thin air. Trey had put in some calls to his local business partners and sent a crew out on the streets to search for her.