by C. Wash
“Aight, Ife,” Mystro replied back, noticing that Baby Dom was running up the steps and towards the house.
“Before you kick me off the porch, here,” Baby Dom said shoving a $20 dollar bill in Mystro’s direction. “I know I owe ya’ll $200 from tricking off the Delta bitches, but take this $20 and I’ll only owe $180,” Baby Dom said enthusiastically.
“Slim, give me that,” Mystro said laughing, and snatching the money at the same time. “Walk Ife to the car.” She ordered.
“Aight, Fam. I got you,” Baby Dom said, as she followed behind the still fuming Ife.
After Mystro watched Ife get into the car, and Baby Dom trot off back down the block, she closed and locked the wooden storm door.
Native made her way to the couch, and threw her feet, dressed in her Washington Redskins slippers, onto the footrest in the living room.
“Son, can you believe Baby Dom lil ass?” Mystro asked, as she made her way to the couch to sit down.
“Yeah, I can believe her. And I know she better come up with the rest of our money too,” Native said angrily.
“That was on us,” Mystro admitted. “Baby Dom will always do what she does. We ain’t have no business putting her on the money.”
Native nodded her head. “You want to talk about Mack?”
“Not really, I think he running out of time and I just need to get up there and see him. But you know I hate doing that.” Mystro confessed.
“You know I can go with you, slim. Just say the word.”
Mystro nodded her head, appreciating her friend’s support. “Hey, why you get in your feelings about Church and the routine?” She asked taking the subject off her dying father.
“Man, I ain’t ‘bout to do that choreographed shit. I can’t believe you wanna do it either. Personally, I think shawty trying to get hooked into us for the loot. You better watch her too, she bossy as shit, son,” Native stated.
“Naw, man, I don’t think she’s like that at all. I mean yeah, she seems like she serious about this routine, but I think that’s only to make us sharper.”
“Oh, really, and what she gonna get out of it?” Native asked sternly.
“I think she sweet on me, so she prolly just really wanna help us out. I don’t think she want nothing.”
“Sweet on you or not, people don’t do something for nothing, remember that. Plus, you can’t be going all in for every broad that got a phat ass and smile in your face. That’s how you be getting caught up and if you not careful, you gonna be right back in that judge’s courtroom.” Native informed.
Mystro dismissed the courtroom statement. “I think you wrong ‘bout her, Native. I really think she’s the one. I can’t explain it. But it’s a feeling that I get when I’m around her. I think this woman is gonna change my life.” Mystro confessed.
Native shook her head in disbelief of her best friends gullibility when it came to women. But before she could respond, Margret opened her bedroom door and shouted, “What smells like pussy and Shea butter in this mothafucka?”
CHAPTER 9
“I’m already impressed,” Church proclaimed as she stepped out of her custom made black BMW 650i.
“Impressed…why?” Mystro asked walking up to Church, and grabbing her gym bag from her. Mystro was a gentle-Dom if nothing else.
It was late in the evening, but Church suggested that Mystro meet her at the local gym. Church needed to help Mystro get her endurance up for her performance. She wanted both Mystro and Native to attend the sessions, but after their last meet, she knew it would take more convincing for Native to partake in the events.
“I’m impressed, because you actually showed up. I would’ve thought you were gonna fake on me,” Church explained.
“Naw, I ain’t scared of the gym, shawty,” Mystro boasted.
“The gym ain’t what you need to fear, boo,” Church said. “It’s this workout I’m ‘bout to run you through.” She walked through the door being held open for her by Mystro and winked.
The two checked in at the front desk, and proceeded to pick out a locker to temporarily secure their bags while they exercised. Mystro handed Church her gym bag, while she pulled open a locker to make sure it was empty.
“Alright, mighty Mystro, quit stalling. Throw that stuff in there and meet me on the ARC trainer’s,” she instructed.
Mystro laughed her out, as she put on her black weight lifting gloves. Moments later, they stood parallel on their own ARC trainer cardio machines.
“Press manual, and put in your weight and thirty minutes time, and let’s get started,” Church coached. “But make sure your resistance is up to at least thirty,” Church continued. “We not fucking around on these machines. We getting busy today.”
“I gotchu,” Mystro followed.
The duo got into the rhythm of the workout for the first ten minutes, until Mystro broke the silence. “So, what else do you do besides dance?” Mystro asked.
“Dancing is my passion, and I use my passion to help pay the bills,” Church started. “But, it ain’t enough so that’s why I see our little situation as a good investment.”
“Investment?” Mystro asked not sure of what Church was saying.
“Yes, when I’m finished with you two, you will be making money hand over fist. I figured I could take a small percentage of the profit in return for my guidance.”
Mystro thought about what Native said. Although she may have been right about Church wanting something for her help, Mystro figured that she deserved to be paid; especially if Church’s new routine made them a lot more money.
“I know you jive explained it already, but I’m still not clear on how exercising is gonna get me,” Mystro paused. “I mean us, get paid.” Mystro wiped a thin layer of sweat from her forehead with her towel.
“It’s simple,” Church started. “Have you ever been in a male strip club and seen them perform?”
Before answering the question, Mystro scanned her immediate surroundings to see if anyone was ear hustling. “Fuck no,” she yelled, no longer caring who was listening. “Why you ask me that?”
“Because,” Church laughed, “if you had seen a male stripper’s performance you would know that they make a killing. Them mammas in there make sure they pay them dudes. I mean it’s so serious, that some of them niggas have regular customers who basically tip so much they pay rent and car notes,” Church advised.
“I bet. Them bamma’s be out there butt ass, wit’ they package jumping out in broads faces,” Mystro frowned. “We ain’t getting it in like that, shawty.” Mystro gulped down her fruit punch Gatorade. “We got our limits.”
“I don’t expect you too, but them nigga’s get paid because they sell the fantasy.” Church wiped sweat from her forehead for the first time. “They wear costumes, and have routines. They do push-ups over top of women, and in between their legs. That takes stamina. Them women eat that shit up. It ain’t all about being naked, it’s about being creative.”
“Creative huh…Like what?”
“Like pick your songs carefully. Your music should be seductive. You want them broads to start geeking the moment they hear the intro.”
“Aight…I agree. I think we can handle that. What…else?” Mystro asked, out of breath from the intensity of her workout.
“Pick some fly outfits. And if you gonna wear shorts or strip down to boxers,” she looked at Mystro’s legs, “please make sure you oil them kneecaps.”
Mystro stutter stepped and almost fell off the machine embarrassed by Church’s last statement. “Damn, slim, you going,” she laughed. “Yeah, ok maybe I can have you oil a nigga up before I hit the stage. How that sound?” Mystro continued to laugh.
“Oh, I can handle that, boo, it would be my pleasure,” Church flirted.
Mystro grabbed at her almost empty Gatorade bottle to finish it off, in an attempt to hide her blushing. She always got a little embarrassed when women openly flirted with her.
“So you think we’ll pull in bigger b
ank if we add them tweaks to our routine and get our stamina up?” Mystro asked changing the subject back.
“I guarantee it,” Church shouted, “No offense, but ya’ll came out there like some inexperienced thugs bopping around. You have to be different then the thugs they’ve seen, you all must be gentlemen.”
“Man, all this shit over my head for real. I’m just doing this because Native convinced me to and I gave her my word I would. She knew I wanted to make a quick come up, so I can get my own place.” Mystro confessed.
“I hear you, ya’ll want to move out of the house and on your own, huh?”
“No, I’m moving out, Native still gonna be staying at home. I need to build my foundation so I can start my family.” Mystro stated looking Church dead in her eyes.
Church smiled and changed the subject. “So do you think Native will get on board with my plan?” she asked.
“Man, I don’t know. She don’t even be wanting to talk about it. I think she feels like its too much work and she was on doing some simple shit to get the money.”
Church remained silent. She turned away from Mystro and stared directly out in front of her machine. She needed a plan. The cardio machines switched their workout to cool down mode, which made Mystro happy. She was beyond winded.
“I told you I would work that ass didn’t I?” Church taunted, snapping out of her daydream.
“You got it, ma,” she conceded, while wiping her whole head with her towel.
As Mystro looked around, she noticed that the once semi-full gym only had a few people left. “Oh, shit…We shut this joint down. It’s time to go,” she stated hopping off the cardio machine.
“Don’t worry, I’m locking up tonight,” Church said hopping off her arc trainer as well and walking up to the front desk.
Mystro observed as Church spoke to the person who checked them in just thirty-five minutes ago. After only a few minutes, the person left the gym along with the few remaining patrons. Church locked the door, and turned down some of the lights.
“So, Mystro…can you swim?” Church asked, as she walked up to Mystro grabbing her hand and leading her into the locker room.
***Pool***
Church led Mystro through the locker room, and out to the pool deck. All the lights were out on the deck except for the indigo bulbs that illuminated the heated pool water. Mystro stood near the shallow end taking in her surroundings. The water was beautiful. As she stared at the calmness of the pool, she was pulled out of her gaze by the sound of Xscape’s song, Softest Place On Earth. The music began to flow out and take over the deck.
Church, who briefly disappeared, walked back into Mystro’s sight completely naked. Mystro’s heart rate sped up and her stomach fluttered when she saw how sexy Church looked. Her ponytail was lost as her hair now gently teased her shoulders as she bounced toward the deep end. Mystro noticed what appeared to be a tattoo on Church’s right thigh. It was fairly big, but it was too dim to make out what it was, from the distance the two had between them. As Church dove into the water, Mystro felt like someone glued her feet to the concrete.
“Are you gonna leave me in here all alone?” Church asked as she emerged from her dive and swam closer to her.
Mystro immediately sprung into action. Although she did not get completely nude, she stripped down to her sports bra and boxer briefs before jumping into the middle of the pool to meet Church.
“You are so sexy, Church,” Mystro confessed looking deep into her eyes. “I been waiting for this since the moment I met you.”
“I know,” Church said staring directly up into Mystro’s eyes while simultaneously placing her breasts up against the taller Mystro’s stomach.
That did it for Mystro, normally she liked to take her time and court her women, but enough was enough. Clearly, Church wanted it and Mystro was ready to give it to her. She figured they could work out the details of what this meant for their relationship later.
Mystro reached under the water and gripped Church by her ass cheeks hoisting her up. Church followed suit by wrapping her legs around Mystro’s waist. The two were now eye to eye and Church threw her arms around Mystro’s neck.
Mystro leaned in and stole a passionate deep tongue kiss from Church, while slowly walking her to the edge of the pool wall. When they reached the wall, Mystro used her hands to explore all over Church’s body. The two continued to kiss while Mystro slid her hand over Church’s breasts, and down her stomach to her awaiting pussy. She used her index finger to slide inside Church. She could not believe how slick and wet she was. This boosted Mystro, she hoisted Church’s body onto the edge of the pool and immediately took in her tattoo fully. It was of praying hands with a statement that read, Church brings them to their knees. It was a wrap; Mystro never had anyone this sexy in her life, not even Leslie could fuck with her.
Her mind wandered to thoughts of Leslie, but surprisingly, she did not get sad. She figured Leslie was taken out of her life to make room for her true soul mate, Church.
Now Mystro stared deeply into the eyes of the beautiful creature in front of her, and had a strong urge to devour her whole.
Mystro grabbed Church by her waist, and pulled her into another kiss before lifting Church back in the air, but this time, it was to place her pussy directly into her mouth. Church was in shock as Mystro worked her tongue, and lips all over her completely shaved pussy.
“Mystro…mmmm…this feels so good. Ohhhhh, baby please don’t stop.” Church stared down at Mystro and moaned while wrapping her hands around Mystro’s neck. Her legs draped over her back.
Mystro did not comment, she was too busy on her quest to make Church stutter. She grabbed Church’s ass cheeks, and sped up the motion of her tongue over Church’s erect clit.
“Oh shit, Mystro…you gonna make me cum all over that tongue…fuckkkkkkkkk.” She threw her head back and screamed, releasing her cum onto Mystro’s tongue.
Mystro licked up every drop, before removing her tongue from inside of Church’s soft spot. She put Church down into the pool water, and dropped her head under too, to rinse her face off.
There was a brief moment of silence. Mystro was on cloud nine, until she noticed that Church appeared to be in her head, and deep in thought.
She tried to walk out of the pool without looking at Mystro. But before she could, she grabbed her, pulling Church directly in front of her as she sat on the pool steps.
“Shawty, what’s up? Why you looking all crazy and shit?” Mystro asked.
Church didn’t say anything.
“Church,” Mystro said, “What’s wrong?”
Church turned towards Mystro and straddled her lap, while wrapping her arms back around her neck.
“Mystro, I really like you,” she began. Mystro’s heart beat quickened and her stomach fluttered. “I’ve been feeling you since day one, but it won’t work.” Church lowered her head.
“What you talking about, ma,” Mystro asked confused. She knew the sex was right so what was the problem? “Why won’t it work?”
“It won’t work because you can’t afford me. The only way it could possibly work is if we can work together.” Church stared into Mystro’s eyes, before placing a kiss on her lips. “But, working together means all three of us. So, if you want to be with me, you have to bring me Native.” She finished.
Mystro was in a bind. She was already head over heels for Church but she was also loyal to her friend. She didn’t want to create a problem between her and Native. But, she felt Church was everything she always wanted in a wife and knew she would be perfect to have a family with. She had no idea what to do.
Church leaned in and planted another passionate kiss on Mystro’s lips.
It was settled, Mystro had to find a way to get Native back in the routine.
CHAPTER 10
“It’s all in how you hold the steel in your hand and where you put your eye,” Mystro coached.
She was at the gun range in Timonium Maryland. There were many closer ranges,
but she liked to take the hour plus drive from DC to practice her accuracy. Normally, the drive gave her some alone time to think. However, today, Native accompanied Mystro. She needed to somehow convince her to come back in the fold of their routine, under Church’s guidance.
“Damn, moe, where you learn to shoot that shit on point like that?” Native asked, observing how precisely Mystro hit her mark every time.
“What,” Mystro asked placing the black and silver Taurus .45 down and removing her earmuffs. “What you just say, son?” Mystro asked.
“I said how the fuck you know how to hit that target on point like that, you ain’t no banger or no cop are you?” Native joked.
“Practice, man,” Mystro stated. “You know I be coming out here all the time. What you think I was doing?” Mystro picked the gun back up and removed the clip.
“Nigga, off no bullshit, I thought you was coming out here for pussy and not telling me,” Native said jokingly. “I know how secretive you be sometimes.”
Mystro laughed at Native and continued to reload the clip with more practice rounds. She dug into her green khaki cargo shorts to grab more ammo. “Aight, son, it’s your turn,” Mystro informed. “Have you ever shot this type of tool before?”
“Yeah, every New Year’s, when Uncle Bob was alive, we would shoot his joint up in the air, outside round the way,” Native said. “You know that.”
“You talking about the gun we used at the mall,” Mystro questioned. “Cuz if you are that ain’t no .45,” Mystro schooled. “And as far as I knew, you never shot it before, so your answer should be no.”
“Man, whatever, just hand it here,” Native said attempting to grab the gun out of Mystro’s grip.
“Hold up,” Mystro yelled. “This shit ain’t no toy, it got live rounds in here.”
“Aight…aight, I’ma be careful,” Native promised.
Native took the tool out of Mystro’s hand carefully, and shot at the paper target but nothing happened.
