Natalee's Revenge

by Lala Wilder

  That gets Spyce’s attention. She turns toward me and looks me up and down like something smells. “Do we have a problem?” she says with big attitude. When I don’t say anything, she smirks and goes. “I didn’t think so. I know you don’t want to start war with me.”

  She flings that cheap ass weave over her shoulder, grabs a bottle of Ace of Spades and heads back out the bottle room.

  Tomi gives me a look like, Really, bitch? You just going to take that shit from her? But I can’t tell Tomi about all the shit from my past. The history I share with Spyce. And why some shit I will have to take to the grave with me.

  Almost like she can sense the trouble in the air, Tomi grabs my arm, right before I’m about to leave out with my drink cart. “Watch yourself around her,” she says in a low voice. “Jealousy breeds nothing but envy.”

  I pat my friend’s arm and give her a polite, “I feel you.” But as I trail Spyce’s drunken path back to her section, I realize that it doesn’t matter how many years have passed. Spyce will never forgive me for what I did to her.

  She will keep fucking with me, seeking revenge and causing all out havoc in my life until one of us is dead.

  And since I love my life, it’s not going to be me that loses her life.

  Before Spyce disappears up the stairs to the VIP section, she looks back over her shoulder, and smirks at me like I’m a joke.

  “Damn,” I mutter to myself. “This bitch really thinks she has me shook.”

  I may not be a killer, but I have a damn brain.

  And one way, or the other, before I leave this earth, that bitch is going to die slow. I may not be the one to pull the trigger. But I’ll damn sure find someone to do it for me.

  ***

  At the end of the night, when I hand over Vex’s percentage of my tips for the night, I catch his eyes lingering on my curvy hips and thick thighs.

  The answer to my Spyce problem hits me.

  “You know what Vex,” I tell him, watching him flip through my stack of tens and twenties. “There is something you can do for me.”

  “What is it, babe?” he asks, tucking the cash away in his safe.

  I lean over the desk, so that he can get a clear view of my brick hard nipples poking through my skin tight dress. “You think we could hang out a little bit—you know—when you’re not busy. It’s just been so lonely with Troy gone.” I try to look as pitiful as possible.

  Vex’s eyes don’t leave my chest as he nods like a damn bobble head. “Sure babe. You know I got you.”

  Chapter Four

  RAVEN

  This hooch hustle we have going on is doing okay, but it’s not enough to put money on my own books to pay for a lawyer.

  I let the shit slide for a few weeks, until one day I straight up tell Queen.

  “Yo, you can be making ten times what you’re making off this cheap liquor.”

  Queen fills another plastic baggy with brown liquid. “Oh, you a hustla now? What you know about making money?”

  I take a quick look around at the girls up in here, that, with a little extra makeup, a few quick styles, could really be something.

  “Pussy has a higher price tag than hooch.”

  “What you mean,” Queen asks. “You trying to sell the weak one’s off to the studs in here?” A look of excitement flickers across her face for a second, but she quickly covers it up with her usual mean mug.

  “Nah,” I tell her. “That’s not quite what I have in mind.” I redirect my focus to the offices at the end of the hall. A few correctional officers walk by jingling their keys and watching for the sneaky shit these bitches do. When the coast is clear, they punch a few numbers into the keypad to the left of the door. The door clicks open and they disappear into a small room with a few windows on the front.

  “C.O.’s love flexing their power over chicks that never had it to begin with,” I say with malice in my voice. I look at the one with the bald head and the same heavy work boots he used to stomp on my foot the day I got here.

  “Up against the wall, inmate,” he said, grabbing me by my elbow and throwing me against the hard cinderblock.

  It was my first day in lockup. I had been to jail for various things in the past, but never prison. I’m not going to lie. I was nervous.

  But I was on the lookout for the razorblade bitches, with the tatts and the don’t give a fuck about life attitudes. I was so focused on them and how they might try me, I didn’t pay attention to the real troublemakers. The guards.

  Standing close enough for me to smell the pepperoni on his breath, C.O. Burns’ eyes travel down my neck, stop on my 34D tits, lingers there for a while before focusing his gaze on my wide curvy hips and bubble ass that’s soft and perfectly shaped. I should know. I spent a couple thousand on it a few months ago, trying to get my look right so I could make more money off them horny niggas at Play Bar.

  “What’s that, inmate?” The C.O. barked, even though he knew damn well my lips hadn’t moved an inch. That didn’t stop him from dragging me out of the lunchroom by the arm and shoving me into the nearest utility closet. He kept the door open just a crack so he could watch for people coming. It was also just enough light, for him to get a full view of my cocoa-colored ass as he slid my orange prison pants down and ripped my government issued panties off.

  “Damn, I can’t wait to get into this fresh meat,” he growled, rubbing his dick to attention. Kissing the back of my neck and biting on my shoulders, he spread my cheeks apart and entered me from behind, rough and hard.

  “You like that shit?” He spit on his fingers, then reached around to the front of my pussy to rub on my clit.

  I closed my eyes and kept my head down while he pumped hard and fast, using my ass bouncing off his pelvic region as momentum to thrust harder.

  “You like this dick?” He asked, nudging my leg up so he could thrust deeper inside me.

  When I didn’t say anything, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back against his chest. “I asked you if you liked this dick, bitch?”

  “Yeah—mmhmm—I like the dick,” I tell him, feeling like a fucking pull toy that speaks on command.

  The nigga did have a long, thick dick that curved and hit deep, in all the right spots as he long-stroked me. And in any other circumstances, I would’ve pushed him off of me, dropped to my knees and slid his dick down my throat until he exploded in my mouth.

  But I can’t ever get into some nigga that I didn’t choose first.

  So, as far as I was concerned, his rapey dick was trash.

  Anyway, this nigga went on and on, like the Energizer Bunny while I braced myself against the closet walls and waited for it to be over.

  Finally, he stiffened, yanked himself out of me and exploded all over my back.

  “Damn,” he said, spinning me around to kiss me on the lips. “That was the best new pussy I’ve had around here in a long time.” He cupped my tits and pushed me back against the wall. “You want to go for round 2?” he asked, looking legit sprung.

  I shook my head. “Someone might come. We’ve been gone for a minute,” I was careful about the way I worded my rejection, just in case he was the type of nigga who liked beating on women who didn’t like his ass back.

  The C.O hesitated for a few months. With his pants still down at his ankles, he leaned back to peek out the door. Thankfully the nigga came to his senses, because he quickly pulled his pants up, got himself back straight, and slipped his walkie-talkie back in place.

  Before he snuck back out the door, he grabbed me by the chin, and pressed his lips onto mine hard and desperate.

  When he pulled away, he whispered, “Let’s do this again, soon. I really do like you. I swear.”

  “Yeah, ok,” I told him even though I planned to stay as far away from his creepy as possible from then on.

  Anyway, that’s how I know, if we offer these niggas up what they want, in pretty little well-made up packages, they’ll spend whatever on it. That much I’m sure.

&n
bsp; **

  It doesn’t take much planning to form my first stable of girls.

  I found out which girls already had their own hustles going on and which ones were weak minded and liked to follow behind others. From the weak one’s, I pick out the one’s with the prettiest faces, the nicest bodies, and didn’t look like they were carrying nothing nasty.

  I start asking them questions like, what dudes they have waiting for them back home. What kind of money they have on their books. The whole time I’m picking their brains for answers, I’m organizing which one’s I need to do what. Which’ll be the oral’s and which ones will be the cum dumpsters. Which one’s might be into anal and which ones will do it all, no complaints. I size them up, figuring in my head how much each one’s worth and how often I can run them. I start adding up how much I can make each week, if they’re dumb enough not to argue with me about my cut.

  When my plan is all finalized, I meet up with C.O. Burns in our usual spot. I drop to my knees immediately, licking and sucking him to heaven and back, swallowing every last drop of what he shoots off in my mouth. Then I lay out my plan.

  “Nah,” he says, buckling his belt.

  “What do you mean, Nah?” I wipe my mouth and glare at him.

  “Why would I pay for some shit I can get for free?” he wipes my chin with his thumb. “Missed a spot,” he smirks.

  I grab him by the shoulder, and for a second, he frowns up like he’s going to do something. So, I rush my groveling. “Look, I know you can get this for—free,” I tell him. “But after a while, my shit is going to get old. Who are you going to want then? Some bitch that’s crying and acting like she don’t want it? Or a bitch I personally train, that’s going to give you, and all your boys, anything you want.”

  C.O. Burns thinks about that shit for a minute. “How much can I make off this whole thing?” he asks.

  “If you bring me the clientele, I can bring you the girls, trained up and waiting at your beck and call,” I tell him. “We split the profits 50/50.”

  C.O. Burns looks at me like I’ve gone dumb. “70/30, my way,” he says.

  “Fine.”

  **

  I get my first girl ready and the shit pops off like a bang.

  Adina’s a short little thing, cocoa brown with silky hair she keeps braided up and tucked into the back of her shirt.

  I pass her on to two of the newer C.O.’s, two young ones who haven’t been with any of the inmates.

  Just like I trained her, Adina walks C.O. Lyons and C.O. Smith over to the broom closet. The three disappear into the tiny dark room. They leave the door open a crack, so I can signal to them in case the warden or one of those square ass C.O.’s wanders by snooping.

  I watch proudly, as my little trainee takes C.O. Lyons work pants down and begins massaging his tiny little white dick. She gets it just hard enough to stand up a little on its own. Then she plunges her mouth down onto it and starts suctioning him like a plunger. While she’s busy devouring him, C.O. Smith comes up behind her, stoops down, pulls out a condom and pushes himself inside of her hard. He looks over at me, with this guilty look on his face, but I look right through him, expressionless, like I don’t see shit. And soon, he’s twisting his hips and grinding himself inside of her, softly moaning. When he leans his head back and goes, “Fuck girl—this shit feels amazing” I know she’s squeezing her pussy muscles around him—just like I taught her, sending him into straight ecstasy.

  It doesn’t take C.O. Smith long to cum hard, and the satisfied look on his face prompts C.O Lyons to yank his dick out of Adina’s mouth and push her back onto the floor. Quickly, he plunges himself inside of her. In seconds, he’s rocking her back and forth across the floor, driving deeper and deeper inside her, forcing C.O Smith to back up against the wall so she won’t bang her head against the steel toes of his work boots.

  C.O. Lyons scoops his arm under Adina’s back, and lifts her clear off the floor, where he continues pounding into her with enough force that her large D cups bounce hard against his face.

  Not to be outdone, C.O. Smith slaps her hard on the ass, comes up behind her, running his finger along the crack of her ass.

  She grunts hard when he spreads her cheeks apart and sticks his finger deep inside her ass, prepping her for the grand finale.

  I almost wish I had a video camera to tape C.O Smith plunging his penis deep inside her while she doesn’t miss a beat riding C.O Lyons like a cowgirl.

  Shit, I could probably make enough for a lawyer and then some, if niggas saw this Double Penetration show I’m witnessing.

  Adina looks my way, winks and keeps riding both of the C.O.’s like a champ. She wiggles her hips and slaps her ass cheeks down on both of them like she’s enjoying this shit. They think she’s moaning and showing out because she likes those tiny dicks. I know she’s probably thinking about all those extra packs of Ramen noodles waiting for her at the end of this little playdate.

  Once both C.O.’s bust off again, I walk over and whisper into the door crack, “Time’s up.” They drop Adina on her feet onto the floor and quickly get dressed. They both stare at Adina like they are more than in love.

  Ha!

  My girls just earned herself a couple of loyal customers. A few more girls on my team like Adina and I’ll have every C.O. in the place, eating out of my hand.

  Chapter Five

  NATALEE

  Friday night I’m in deep concentration. I spent the morning at the spa luxuriating, soaking in the hot tub, steaming in the sauna, getting my body scrubbed down with Persian salts, the kind you can’t find at one of those bum ass chain spa spots.

  I ask the front desk for a pad of paper and a pen, so I can make a list of all the things Vex likes, while I sit in the corner alone, eating my garden salad and drinking my lemon water.

  I complete the package with a fresh upper lip, leg and pussy wax. When I shrug my Turkish cotton robe off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, I marvel at how stunning I truly am. My face, my hair, my body are all perfect.

  I dipped in the stash Troy kept in the back safe to make a special little purchase for this project. Men are easy. Look good, speak well, keep yourself and show you give a fuck, and you can have them eating out of your hand.

  I pull up to a special little shop Troy loved when he was here. I pull into a parking garage in Georgetown and walk into one of Troy’s favorite little shops when he was there.

  “Show me some of your favorite new arrivals, Nico,” I tell the shop owner.

  Nico, an older Italian man, who always has on a pair of wingtips, even when he’s dressed down, goes in the back, and returns with as leather box. He opens the latch and sets the box on the glass counter. He slides it toward me. I peer into the box at all the finest imported Cuban cigars resting on purple velvet and pick out four that look nice, fat and rolled tight. “I’ll take these Nico,” I tell him. Nico’s eyes travel the length of my body. He picks out the cigars I selected, pack them nicely in its own box and rings me up.

  I pay in cash and walk out the store with a cute little gift for a man that will appreciate some shit like this.

  A lot of chicks think buying niggas shit is sucker shit. They think they’re on their bossy shit if a dude is only spending on them. That that’s a broke bitch mentality. Men like being spoiled too. And real talk, once a man figures out your heart’s big, he’s more likely to dig in them pockets fast and deep.

  **

  I stay on my feet the entire night, keeping glasses filled, pushing my tits in these thirsty dudes faces and generally keeping my section content and comfortable. At the end of the night, I make sure I’m still in my outfit when I report to Vex to give him his cut for the night. He’s sitting back in his big leather chair, counting the stash somebody else just gave him. When I walk in, he slips it into the secret safe he doesn’t think we know he keeps hidden under his desk and sits up in his seat.

  “You have my cut?” he asks me.

  “Of course, Vex.” I take
my time walking over to him, so he has time to water my shapely hips move like water as I walk.

  I hand him his cut then wait patiently while he counts it all. Just like I thought, he’s all smiles when he’s done counting. I worked extra hard making sure his cut was nice and thick. To keep him in a good mood.

  “You like my gift?”

  That stop him. He sits up in his seat and glares at me. “What gift?”

  I come around his desk to where he’s sitting. “You know what I’m talking.”

  Instead of thanking me, Vex glares at me. “You sneaking around my shit? How you get in my office?”

  I raise an eyebrow. ‘Now, Vex. You know the whole time I’ve been working here; I’ve never given you a reason to not trust me.”

  “Until you started sneaking around my shit.”

  I shrug. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

  “For what?”

  “For going easy on me these last few weeks while I’m still in my grieving period.” I lick my lips. “I know you’re a man of quality. I hope those cigars are up to your standards.”

  Vex pulls the box from his desk. He lifts the flap and peeks in. “Yeah, they alright.” I peep him trying to hide a smile before that rough demeanor.

  “I bite my lip as I turn to walk out. “If you ever want someone to sit down and have a smoke with you, you know where to find me.”

  I practically feel his eyes glued to my ass as I sashay out of his office.

  **

  I would bet the rest of my stash I have Vex right where I want him. That means, it’s time to move my plan right along.

  I rummage through the baggies and pills, assessing my inventory before I slip my plan into action.

  Thank goodness Troy had just picked up a drop before he passed. I’m freshly stocked up for at least a month or two. That gives me a nice chunk of time to pull off my plan.

  **

  When I get to the club the next weekend, I’m carrying a YSL fanny pack dripped in gold, with the customized strap to fit around my thigh. Now when I sit my customers down, I get really close, whispering the drink menu. Then for the customers I’m most familiar with, I lay out the extras.