Reggie bit into his sugary pastry. “Shelia, shut the hell up. If he would’ve given your hot behind the time of day, we’d be at your house this morning instead of Bianca’s.”
We all laughed when Shelia’s mouth opened and closed because she couldn’t think of a snappy comeback.
After fixing my coffee, I got to the point. “Okay. What’s with the early morning visit? It’s not even nine yet.”
Reggie picked up a napkin to get rid of the glaze on his fingers. “Let me give a brief synopsis of what has become you as of late and why.”
This was going to be good, so I leaned back with my cup of coffee and gave Reggie the floor. “Go ahead and tell me a little something about myself, why don’t cha.”
“Hunty . . .” Reggie began with a dramatic flair. “That tight-eyed-dick ain’t nothing but a master of arithmetic.”
“What’s that?” Cody cupped his ear and leaned in further.
“I said . . .” Reggie looked from Shelia to Cody and then back to me. “That tight-eyed dick ain’t nothing but a master of arithmetic.”
“Ahh!” Shelia gasped holding the sides of her face paying homage to Macaulay Culkin, during his Home Alone days. “Why is that?”
“Hunty, let me tell you what they do. He adds trouble.”
“Well!” Cody let roll off of his lips.
“Then multiply your pleasure.”
“Well! Well! Welllllll!” Cody sang in quick successions.
Shelia’s hot ass wiggled in her seat. “Ooh! Now you’re talking.”
Reggie really got into it. “He . . . he . . . I say he, divides your time . . .”
Cody pointed to Reggie, egging him on. “Passa Reg gon’ tell it like it T. I. is up in this piece!”
“And subtracts what little common sense you have . . .” Reggie turned, walked off and rushed back over to us. “Then he . . . he . . . he find the square root of that which equals ignorance because they say it’s bliss!” he shouted. “Now, can I get a witness?”
“Amen! Amen!” Cody shouted.
“You ain’t speaking nothing but the truth this morning, Passa Reg!” Shelia sang out while getting the Holy Ghost in her seat.
Reggie did a quick shout and finished it off with a James Brown-influenced sidestep before continuing. “Now go forth, my child, and spill that tea, before you get burnt! It’s already bubbling; better tend to it, before it boils over! I know you got a testimony this morning, Sista Bianca!” He jumped up and down a few times while clapping. “Now let go, and let have, I say! Tell the congregation what’s been ailing you as of late.” Reggie picked up a napkin and wiped his brow as though he’d just preached the sermon to end all sermons.
“Yes, because only the truth . . .” Cody flapped his arms like wings and flew around the room. “Shall set you free like a bird. So you can fllllllllyyyyyy! You aint got to be a little caged bird all yo life, girl. Now, come on with it so you can . . . fllllllllyyyyy!” Cody sang in a high-pitched voice.
“I believe she can fly, y’all!” Shelia threw in.
Instead of prolonging the inevitable and the buffoonery, I went ahead and decided to give them something to appease their appetites. “Being with Jordan hasn’t just been about sex.”
Cody stopped flying in midstream. “If not sex, then what else could he possibly have to offer you?”
“Investment advice,” I replied.
“Investment advice?” they all said in unison.
“Yes, investment advice. I’ve actually made some sound ventures since I’ve known Jordan, and in return, I’ve raked in a ton of money. So much in fact, that I’m taking everyone at Pleasure Principles on a much-needed, all-expenses paid vacation. It was supposed to be a surprise, but since you all are so damned nosey, we’re going to fly out to Tahiti and enjoy the beautiful island of Bora Bora. I’m reserving eight private overwater bungalows.”
Cody and Reggie were for once speechless while Shelia sat fuming. “I hope y’all have fun.” She pouted.
“What do you mean ‘y’all’? You know good and damned well I’m not going to Bora Bora without my favorite girl. You may not work for me, but you’re still a part of the Pleasure Principles family, and don’t you forget it.”
“Arrgh!” Shelia screamed and started jumping up and down shouting like she was in church. Leave it to Cody to encourage her more by clapping and humming like the old folks do with Reggie joining in. Before long, all three of them were putting on a show and cracking me up with the synchronized shouting match complete with fancy footwork.
I laughed so hard, that tears were streaming down my face and my stomach began to cramp up. I wasn’t even thinking about taking them anywhere, but I knew this would be a way to get them off of my back. Besides, I could surely use a real vacation. “Okay! Okay! Y’all need to stop the madness.” I nearly choked from laughing and coughing.
Reggie grabbed his used napkin to dab at his forehead again. “You must’ve hit it big, hunty, because I know this is going to cost a grip.”
I waved him off like it was nothing. “Don’t worry about the cost. Trust me, I have it covered. The only thing you all will need to do is pack your luggage because everything else will be provided for you courtesy of moi.”
“That’s why she’s been hush-hush while creeping with that tight-eyed dick. Hunty, quiet as it’s kept, on the cool, they been out robbing folks,” Cody stopped acting a fool long enough to say.
Hearing that made me stop laughing abruptly, but none of them noticed as they were too busy celebrating. If only Cody knew how on the money he was with his statement, all celebrating would have ceased.
“I don’t care who they robbed to get enough money, because I’m going to Bora Bora, y’all!” Shelia shimmied some more before breaking out into an impromptu song. “I’m going to Bora Borrrrrrraaaa!”
I downplayed Cody’s allegations by laughing and not commenting on it one way or another. “We are going to have so much fun. I was going to act like we had a client there, but it’s so much better this way.”
In the midst of rejoicing, my phone rang and Cody ran to answer it. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” he called out and handed me the phone with Jordan on the other end.
Agent Garza stopped the recorder. “What else did you buy with money you received from Jordan Lei? You’ve mentioned ads and a trip for your employees and friends.”
Aliyah held her hand up before I could speak and leaned forward. “Since my client isn’t the one under investigation, she doesn’t have to answer anything about her uses of the money or anything else that’s not about Jordan Lei.”
Agent Garza smiled, but took a while to answer in order to tread lightly. “I understand that, counsel. However, Ms. Brooks used stolen money to finance the growth of her company. She also used that same money to take her employees and friends on an extravagant trip. If she doesn’t cooperate, I can see to it that her business is placed under investigation immediately to see what else may pop up.”
Aliya laughed. “This is going to be my last time warning you, Agent Garza, about my client not being the one under investigation. Nothing she discloses can be used against her as long as she’s being cooperative about your target, and she has been. Another thing, my client pays her taxes on her business which is all that Uncle Sam is concerned about. Plus, I don’t see you questioning her about this mystery man that got into the car with her which leads me to believe that you’re also keeping important information from us as well.”
“For all I know, the person that got into the car with her could’ve been Jordan. Ms. Brooks has already demonstrated amnesia when it serves her best. Furthermore, counsel, I understand your client pays her taxes on Pleasure Principles, but did she do the same for the money she earned being Jordan’s concubine, ahem . . . I mean . . . girl?” Besides being a grade-A asshole, Agent Garza tried it, but he wasn’t getting the results he was hoping for.
Rolling her eyes and ignoring the supposed slip of Agent Garza’s tongue, Ali
yah drew in a sharp breath and slowly exhaled her annoyance before continuing. “Whatever money my client may or may not have received from Jordan Lei isn’t up for debate since she has immunity, now is it? Besides, the DA’s deal is contingent upon my client’s cooperation and she has been nothing but accommodating. Now that I’ve reminded you for the umpteenth time, care to waste any more of our time with unnecessary stints about the ill-gotten money, etcetera, Agent Garza?”
Agent Garza stared at me. His beady eyes then went to Aliyah as if he were trying to come up with something more. “Ms. Brooks, if you will,” he responded dejectedly before turning the recorder back on.
Chapter 27
After my trip to Paris, my attitude toward Seven had changed drastically, especially after she’d saved my life. I no longer felt like I needed to be on guard whenever she was around which was becoming a little more frequently than before. Come to find out, she really was in love with Snake, and it wasn’t long before I found out why.
It was one evening when Jordan was giving me a crash course on surveillance and uses of the resources around me to pull off just about any skimming job. We sat in the room that resembled a command center at the same house that I’d followed Jordan and Seven to the night of the blueprint job. Mr. Pringley was nowhere to be found. When I asked, I was told that he rarely stayed at the house and that Chicago was his primary home base where he had an even grander estate than the one we were in.
Jordan had some odd items placed in front of him to use for his demonstration. He also had a projection screen to give me visuals.
“This is how I got started on a small-time level, of course, but it’s an in, nonetheless. Decoders are used to lift information. A network analyzer can tell you how much someone is accessing and how encoded its encrypting is.” He showed me what one looked like with his pointer. “If the person is changing their passcodes often, then that usually means that there’s something worth protecting. I’m not talking about love letters or nude pictures, but something of more value.” Jordan stopped long enough to see if I was following him. “I see that perplexed look on your face, but let your man school you. These items I have placed before you have value in them beyond their original purpose.”
I laughed a bit. “Yes, you can say that I’m a bit curious.”
He walked over and picked up a couple of the items. “Well, thanks to the cell phones,” he started his spiel, “technology has changed the game making just about everything we do susceptible. For instance, the Bluetooth on a cell phone can be used with an antenna and becomes something else entirely.” He held up a Bluetooth and a wire hanger. “Besides conversation, once you combine these two along with a few other easy-to-find items, you can get valuable information over long distances like files from a computer, credit card numbers, etcetera. See, I’ll show you how to improvise.” Jordan used a bunch of thingamabobs to demonstrate how to make hacking devices out of practically anything.
“Sounds simple.”
“It does, but it’s not,” Jordan answered as if I’d offended him before continuing on. “This contrivance can also be used in parking lots to capture credit card data from the airwaves. Now, you know firsthand why you’re warned about using your debit cards at gas stations, etcetera. As you see, it only takes a matter of seconds for someone to snatch your information and wipe out your accounts or assume your identity. Back in the day, I had a very lucrative operation with my carders’ market site. People paid good money to have access to valid credit card numbers, personal identification, and checking account information. I got out of it when I realized I was going about it the wrong way. Instead of making it harder for the struggling man, I set my sights on the ones who could afford to take the hit, and they have been my targets ever since.”
• • •
“We never knew anything about a black carders’ site.” Agent Garza rounded the table and came face to face with me. “Try to think really hard about this: did he tell you the name of his carders’ site or what name he went under as the moderator?” Agent Garza interrupted.
“Not that I can recall. I assumed the name was Carders Market,” I answered back.
Agent Garza was about to say something else when Agent Carter bustled back into the room.
“Well?” Agent Garza asked.
Agent Carter placed his files on the table and stood next to me. He purposely made sure that his leg rubbed up against mine. The moment we made contact, I glanced up at him and he didn’t outright acknowledge me, but I did notice a smile that left just as quickly as it’d appeared on his handsome face.
“I’ve got some not so good news regarding Mr. Benavidez, better known as Sledge,” he said, picking up his file and flipping through the pages until he came across the one he was looking for. “According to the county clerk, Mr. Benavidez is no longer with us.”
Agent Garza swung his fist down on the table outraged. “What the hell do you mean, he’s no longer with us? He was just sentenced a few months ago.”
Letting out a deep breath, Agent Carter cleared his throat and continued. “Seems like Mr. Benavidez was found dead in his cell a couple of days ago.”
That stopped Agent Garza’s tirade. “What the hell happened?”
“Appears that he hung himself with his bedsheet,” Agent Carter reported.
Agent Garza rubbed his temples to ward off a potential headache. “Are you shitting me, Carter?”
Agent Carter put his file back down. “As I said, appeared to have hung himself. From the vibe I was getting, it seemed more like a hit was put out on him than a suicide. The guy was getting sprung in less than six months after the deal he cut, on top of having time served.”
“You’re right; something doesn’t smell right about this. Shit!” Agent Garza almost fell when he kicked his chair.
“What does this mean for my client?” Aliyah broke the tense atmosphere that had suddenly enveloped the room.
“It means that we continue. Sledge wasn’t our only ace in the hole.” Agent Carter stared at me intensely. “We still have Ms. Brooks.”
I took that as my cue to get back to the story.
• • •
Jordan pointed out another section that had the same loose items on it. “Now, I want to see you put the same device together.”
Before I could begin, I was saved by Snake and Seven, interrupting us when they walked in.
“Sorry we’re late.” Seven kissed Jordan on both sides of his cheeks and came over to give me a hug. “We were trying to get in some afternoon fun when your call came through instructing us to hurry over.” She blushed.
Snake and Jordan looked at Seven, and then me, like we were two slow-roasting chickens on a rotisserie. Jordan tore away his libidinous stare first and cleared his throat for Snake to get it together. “I was giving Bianca a crash course on how to make a hacking device to pass the time until you got here.”
Seven walked over to where Jordan was standing. “Oh wow, hacking one-o-one.” She laughed. “I remember when I learned these tricks of the trade, no one could tell me anything.” She ran her hands over the gadget that Jordan had put together only moments ago.
“Yeah, I had the same sense of pride myself,” Snake admitted. He picked up the device and held it in his hands a little longer. His tongue darted in and out a few times whenever he looked in Seven’s direction. That’s when I noticed he also had an erection.
“Umm . . . you might wanna put that thing away,” I said, pointing at his pants.
Snake looked down, but didn’t seem embarrassed at all. “No, I’d rather put it somewhere soft, hot and wet.”
His tongue darted out nearly making me want to vomit. I looked over at Jordan, to see if he was going to check him for his indecent remark, but he had that lust-filled look on his face again. “Jordan?”
He shook out of his trance. “Did you say something, Bianca?”
Not knowing what to say with the situation being so awkward, I decided to let it go. “No, I didn’t. You
just seemed to be elsewhere.”
Jordan walked over to where I was and gripped the back of my hair, pulling my head onto my shoulders. His lips connected with mine followed by his hand traveling to my crotch. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. I knew Jordan was a freak, but we had company. Before I could even protest, another set of lips trailed down my exposed neck and a hand began to caress my breasts. From the previous experience, I could tell by the softness of the touch that the hand and lips belonged to Seven. With Snake now in the mix, I was caught up in the raptures of carnal desire. My pants were unbuttoned and slowly tugged until they pooled around my ankles followed by my panties.
Hands were all over my body. My legs parted voluntarily when Jordan’s finger work began to feel indescribably good. I felt a head kissing between the soft insides of my thighs that I figured belonged to Seven, but that was impossible since she was suckling my earlobe and Jordan’s tongue was currently doing the tango with mine. My momentum almost took a nosedive when Snake pulled my legs over his broad shoulders. I guess my pussy was connected with my brain, because she roared back to life as he began teasing the hell out of her. He licked my outer lips and kissed down my legs, priming me for a good tongue lashing. The moment I felt that darting on my clit, all repulsed feelings about it went away, as my brain was now in synch with my quivering pussy. Snake took his time, alternating his licks on the outside and inside of my pussy lips with broad, flat strokes of his skilled oral tool. He fluttered around my treasure exploring her for the sweet reward that he knew he would be getting. I rotated my hips faster, when he stiffened his tongue like a mini penis and ran it around my pleasure zone, and stuck it in and out of my starving hole.
“Mmm . . . ” I groaned from deep within. The darting tongue swirled around my clit and was joined by his lips creating a delicious suction feeling.
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