Anything for Profit 2: Nothing to Lose

by Floyd, Justin Amen

  Twyla was probably the boldest of the three sisters. She stood just 5’2” so she was short, but even shorter tempered. She was usually the quickest to fight and always carried a .45 in her Fendi purse. She thought she was pretty tough. So when she saw her sister tussling with that mammoth mothafucka her first instinct was to run over and punch him in the face. Pow! She caught that nigga good but he caught her right back. He punched her in the eye so hard she saw stars, moons, and little green men. Twyla grabbed her eye in pain but she didn’t falter.

  When Elle, Etta, and Needra saw that gargantuan nigga punch her in the face they all jumped on his ass. It was on. They were out there straight scrapping with that punk. The girls stuck together and they were holding their own. Needra had him in a headlock while they threw heavy haymakers at him but Goliath was eating those blows and manhandling them.

  Some guys intervened and tried to break it up. One of them was Blaze. The asshole they were fighting was so angry he didn’t want to quit. He started wilding on the dudes too. He shoved Blaze, who in turn got angry and snuffed that nigga. He caught him square in the jaw. Goliath swung back wildly and missed. Not in a fighting mood, Blaze backed up and reached under his shirt for his burner.

  By then, Twyla already had her shit out. She cocked it and some dude yelled, “Oh shit, that bitch got a gun.” When people heard that they scattered. Twyla fired a warning shot in the air. BOOM!!!

  That gunfire put some fear in Goliath. That bastard forgot about fighting Blaze and got the hell up outta there.

  After he ran off, Monifah came over there acting like she was concerned. “Oh my goodness, are y’all alright?”

  Etta smirked at her. “Yeah, no thanks to you. What happened, girl? We came outside together but when that nigga came up in my face, I looked around and you was gone.”

  Monifah lied, “No, I wasn’t. I was out here try’na help you. You ain’t see me, Etta?”

  Twyla was angered by her phony ass display of concern. She screwed her face up at Monifah. “Bitch, get the fuck outta here with that fake shit! When that nigga was try’na fuck us up, yo’ ass was hiding in the corner! So now you wanna come asking if we alright! As a matter of fact, bitch, hold this!” Twyla hauled off and punched her in the face. Pow!

  Monifah’s glasses flew to the left and she was completely dumbstruck. She just gasped in horror and scurried to find her eyeglasses.

  Twyla said, “Bitch, that’s for not helping my sister!”

  Monifah just stared at her with her mouth hanging open. She wasn’t the fighting type but she knew Twyla was. They had lived across the street from each other their whole lives so she knew Twyla didn’t have it all. She didn’t want to fight her. With no plans to retaliate, she kept looking on the ground for her missing eyeglasses lens.

  Everyone out there was staring at Twyla but those who knew her weren’t really surprised. They already knew she was a firecracker.

  Twyla looked at her family, and said, “These damn people looking at me like I’m crazy. Let’s go, y’all. That nigga done hit me in my damn eye! My shit gon’ be black as Elle’s ass. ”

  Elle just shook her head and didn’t even comment. Twyla was so stupid. The girls all laughed about the fight after that and compared battle scars.

  Blaze looked around at them chuckling and was very amused. He said, “Y’all girls are somethin’ else.”

  They all laughed again and thanked him for helping them. Twyla said, “Blaze, you got more heart than most of these grown men, with they bitch asses. Thanks a lot, baby!”

  Blaze humbly told them it was nothing. They all said goodnight, and the girls started to the corner to get a cab. Elle smiled at Blaze and waved, and then followed her sisters.

  He grabbed her hand and stopped her before she could get away. “Look, Elle, I would never sit back and let anything happen to you or your family. But it seemed like Twyla pretty much had things under control. Your sister crazy with that hammer.”

  They both grinned. Elle said, “I know, right? My sister was born crazy. Well, thanks again, boo. Bye, Blaze.” She batted her eyelids at him flirtatiously.

  He caught that and held onto her hand for a few seconds. Blaze realized he couldn’t let her leave. He was compelled to offer her a ride home. He forgot about his plans to smash this other chick he messed with sometimes. If nothing else, he wanted to talk more with Elle. “Wait, lemme take y’all home.”

  To his delight, she agreed.

  “Okay, thanks, boo. Lemme tell my sisters.” She called the others back and they accepted the ride.

  After she and Blaze dropped the others off at home, Elle stayed out with him all night. But all they did was talk and go for breakfast at this diner. There was no funny business whatsoever. They just had a great time connecting. It was almost eight AM when Elle walked in the house.

  Chapter 3

  “It’s a small world after all” had to be the realest song lyric ever. Whoever wrote that was on point. After Elle left the party with Blaze that night, Knight heard about it all the way down in Baltimore. He came up two days later and he was pretty heated. He disguised it well but he made it a point to confront her about it.

  Knight didn’t mention it on the phone. He waited until they were face to face. That night they were alone in a luxury hotel room he had rented. Elle was suited up in a lacy French teddy he had bought her and sexy high heels.

  Knight was kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. Elle was breathing heavily and moaning softly. Things were really heating up. She wanted him inside of her.

  Suddenly, he turned ice cold and grabbed her by the neck. His words dripping with contempt, he hissed, “You think you so fuckin’ slick! I know about you fuckin’ the shit outta that lil’ nigga Blaze last Saturday night! You left a party with that nigga, and then let him dig you out all night! ‘Til the sun came up!”

  Shocked, she attempted to pry his hand off her neck. “Wait a minute, what are you talking about? Knight, that’s a lie!”

  “So you weren’t with him? Lie to me, and watch what I do,” he threatened.

  “No, he just gave me a ride home, that’s all. From this little get-together my homegirl had.”

  “I know exactly where you were. Your friend Poochie had a birthday party on Willoughby.”

  Alarmed and surprised that he knew her whereabouts, Elle said, “Well, whoever told you that need to get their facts straight. What I look like, some kinda hoe? All we did was talk, Knight. And we went to go get somethin’ to eat. That’s it!”

  He was so mad steam was shooting out of his ears. He demanded that she tell him exactly what they talked about. Before Elle could answer him, he bellowed, “Matter of fact, I don’t wanna hear shit! Just know you put a nail in that little nigga coffin!”

  Elle couldn’t believe him. “Knight, don’t say that!”

  He looked at her like she was a real fucking traitor. “Oh, so you care about that nigga now, huh? Sound like you got feelings for him.”

  “No, I don’t. I’m just saying … Kill him for what? Nothing happened.”

  He just looked at her suspiciously. “If you say so. But if I ever hear about you fuckin’ with that lil’ bastard Blaze, or any more of my fuckin’ foes, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

  Knight paused for a minute and exhaled like he was literally letting off steam. Elle stood there still and afraid.

  Next time he spoke he was much calmer. “Baby girl, lemme tell you somethin’. Don’t get that dispensable lil’ nigga killed. There’s a war going on out here in these streets, and you better know what side you on. You already chose, so don’t be fuckin’ with the enemy. It’s important that you understand how very few people I can trust. How the fuck I’ma trust you when you ridin’ around with this nigga?!”

  Elle understood where he was coming from so she surrendered peacefully. “I’m sorry, baby. It won’t happen again. Okay?”

  Knight said he forgave her but he took it out on her during their sex. He hit it l
ike he was punishing her and made her scream “I’m sorry” over and over. That night Elle learned the meaning of a grudge fuck. The crazy part about it was that now she loved him even more. The fact that he was jealous turned her on. She was young, naïve, and just really loved that thug shit.

  $$$

  About two weeks later, Elle was scheduled to take that Baltimore trip again. She left on a Friday evening so she wouldn’t miss any days from school. Knight was still very strict about that. He even insisted that she bring her homework with her.

  When Elle got down there this time she didn’t stay at a hotel. She stayed at an apartment that Knight and his partner in crime, Rude, had recently rented. Elle got to stay with Knight for three days. She was delighted and felt like the wife without a doubt.

  The first night she was down there, he came in late and didn’t touch her. She had deliberately gone to bed clad in a sexy nightie to tempt him, but she went to sleep that night totally unsexed. It was nice sleeping in his arms but she wanted to make love to him. To a susceptible sixteen-year-old there was no greater connection.

  The second day Elle was there, she was cleaning up in the kitchen when she came across a wad of money. It was just lying on the kitchen floor like somebody had dropped it. She started to pick it up but decided to leave it where it was and notify Rude, who was in his bedroom at the time. She knocked on his door and waited for a response.

  “Yo, who is it?” he called out.

  “It’s Elle. Sorry to bother you, but I found some money on the floor that I think you dropped in the kitchen.”

  He got up and came to the door. Stretching, he said, “I probably dropped it when I came in. Thanks.” He held out his hand expectantly.

  She smiled. “No, I didn’t wanna mess with it, so it’s still in there. I don’t fuck with nobody money.”

  He laughed and asked her to go get it for him. Elle agreed, and went to retrieve the bread. When she handed it to him, he smiled at her and gave her this approving look. Elle didn’t know what that was about but she grinned and told him to get some more rest.

  He asked her if she needed anything. She said no but he handed her a c-note and told her to order a pizza or something, and keep the change. Elle thanked him and told him she wouldn’t disturb him again. She wished him sweet dreams. He laughed and thanked her, and then shut his door and went back to bed.

  Rude didn’t tell her the real truth. He had planted that money in the kitchen on purpose. That was a test to see if she could be trusted. Unbeknownst to Elle, Knight had approved that little honesty assessment. It was actually his idea.

  Later on around midnight, Elle was rereading one of her favorite Maya Angelou novels and half-listening to some videos on BET when Knight came walking in. She broke out in a huge grin and hopped up and hugged him. He palmed her ass and held her close for a moment. She could feel his erection growing through his pants. Satisfied, she pressed against him closer.

  Knight backed up a step and took off his shirt. Elle gazed at his chiseled chest. She was almost drooling with dilating hearts in her pupils. He was so sexy. She was in love.

  He unbuckled his belt and then stepped out of his boots and pants. Knight usually kept a serious expression. During intimacy there was no exception. “Take that off so we can get in the shower,” he commanded.

  Dumbfounded, Elle said, “Huh?” She had just got in the shower before he got there. And she had never showered with a man before. She was sort of shy because she had a little complex about her weight. She was 5’5” and 168 pounds, which was a little on the thick side.

  Knight repeated himself, slowly that time. “Take your clothes off now, and come in the shower with me.”

  Eager to please him, Elle swallowed and took a deep breath, and then she disrobed. She was shaking like a leaf because he had the light on. The way she loved him, she couldn’t disappoint him. His facial expression said he approved of her body so she relaxed a tad.

  “Go ‘head in the bathroom,” he commanded.

  Nervous and praying her booty wasn’t ashy, Elle mustered up her confidence and headed for the private bathroom inside the master bedroom they occupied. Knight followed behind her with this lust-filled gaze. She looked down at his penis and realized he was hard. He clearly appreciated the ampleness of her form. She smiled to herself, and her hang-ups about her body slowly disappeared. The fact that he seemed to find her sexy made her feel like a woman.

  When they got in the shower he washed himself first, and then he slowly bathed her with a sponge, spending extra time on her private parts. After that, he massaged her nipples into tiny erect gumdrops and licked and sucked them like they were fruit flavored. She caressed the back of his head and gasped. It felt so good she didn’t want him to stop.

  Knight worked his way down and kissed and licked her belly. He stopped at her bikini line and spread her legs. Gazing at her womanhood, he parted her lips. Elle almost choked from excitement. When he placed his mouth on her he took her to another place. She spread her legs as far as she could and arched her back so he could get it good. And he did. She threw her head back and moaned.

  Elle had received the star treatment before but their oral skills couldn’t compare to Knight’s. He had her hearing symphonies and shit. She exploded and begged him to stop but he kept on until she literally couldn’t take it anymore. When he finished she was panting like she’d just run a marathon.

  Knight may have been a hardcore killer in the streets but he was seductive and romantic in the sheets. When he stood up, he ran his fingers through her hair amorously and tongued her down. Elle was already dizzy with lust and desire but that kiss pushed her overboard. She was head over heels. At that point all she wanted to do was show him how much. She sank to her knees and swallowed as much of him as she could. That was the biggest form of adoration she could think of at sixteen.

  Elle had sworn she’d never put a dick in her mouth but now she didn’t care about that. She didn’t care about the hairdo she was ruining either. Or the fact that he could lose respect for her. At the time all she cared about was pleasing him. Knight was a grown man who she aspired to keep. Elle’s young naïve heart believed that now they were exclusive. Oral sex in the shower solidified that.

  Knight stared down at her in disbelief wondering where she’d learned to give head like that. She wasn’t exactly a pro but she knew what she was doing. He was turned on by the sexy faces she was making. It looked like she was enjoying it as much as he was. The water cascading down on her was also an arousing effect. Elle was exotic-looking. And she looked a hell of a lot older than sixteen. Damn, she had him kind of open.

  She did something with the back of her throat that almost made Knight cum. He stopped her and pulled her to her feet because he wanted to prolong it. He wasn’t done with her yet.

  When he stopped her, Elle looked at him awkwardly, and asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

  Knight fought back a smile. She had these big, pretty, doe eyes. They made him think of that new song “Pretty Brown Eyes” by Mint Condition. Elle’s eyes were so innocent and unsure. When she looked at him he could see the genuine love she felt for him. She wasn’t corrupted, and that purity shit really turned him on. The look in her eyes was so different from that of the money hungry, gold digging scavengers he usually bedded. He was moved to taste her again. It was all good because that pussy was his. He went head-first once again in the shower.

  That time he really made her kitty cat purr. Elle’s vaginal walls were on fire. She was in ecstasy, trembling and crying out his name. After she came again, he rose and picked her up and backed her up against the wall. Sucking on her neck, he forced himself inside of her.

  They went raw dog for the first time. Elle clawed his back and screamed in pleasure as he deep stroked her. She couldn’t believe he was fucking the shit out of her raw. She didn’t protest because she was ridiculously, naively, and euphorically in love.

  It was so beautiful. It was everything she had imagined being
in love to be. Knight stroked her with emotion. He was caressing her, kissing her, and staring at her like he was in love too. Elle was so caught up in the moment she closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around him tight.

  That pussy was stupendous. Knight felt himself about to cum and warned her. “Damn, baby girl, I’m ‘bout to bust! Aaaaggghhh!” He shot off right inside of her.

  When he ejaculated Elle was delighted. Him cumming in her was synonymous to them being monogamous. He may as well have put a ring on her finger. They were that engaged. As he caught his breath, she held him close and murmured tiny declarations of her undying love for him. It was settled. Knight was her man.

  They showered again, and then dried off and got in bed naked. They were both spent from all the glorious shower sex. Knight held Elle from behind and cupped her breasts. Caressing the left one, he told her how proud he was that she had stood up. He was referring to her finding that money earlier and returning it to Rude. He said they had purposely left the money out to test her, and she had passed with flying colors. He told her he was glad he found a girl he could trust.