Tootsie walked out of the row and headed to the bathroom with Stuckey on her heels. Damn, I just can’t get away from this nigga. Fuck, he got to be gay or something. I can’t believe he ain’t make a move for me yet, even with the stunt I pulled last night. Shit, I practically walked outta my room naked, and he didn’t even flinch, Tootsie thought.
As they entered the corridor that led to the restrooms, she turned around abruptly and Stuckey nearly fell on top of her. She grabbed him quickly and placed her lips on his. He jumped back and looked around.
“There is no one around, so why don’t you join me in the bathroom?” Tootsie said in her soft, sexiest voice.
“Nah, nah, I ain’t ...” Stuckey couldn’t make his words come out fast enough.
“Straight? I knew you were gay. Shit, any straight nigga would want to tap this free of charge!” Tootsie put one hand on her hip and the other on her collarbone displaying her assets.
Stuckey got closer to her face and grabbed both of her hands, then held them behind her back while he parted her lips with his tongue. Tootsie struggled to loosen his grip, but that only lasted five seconds. He let go of her hands and continued to play with her tongue. His hands slowly rubbed against her nipples, allowing them to harden. She nudged his dick and felt its strong stance. Before she could start stroking his cock like she wanted, she heard someone yell out, “Get a fucking room!” They both stopped and looked around to see some people actually standing there watching them.
“What the fuck! This ain’t no show,” Stuckey barked.
The small crowd quickly scattered.
He looked at Tootsie. “Yo, you better just go use the fucking bathroom. I’ma go use this one myself. Don’t fucking leave this bathroom ’til I call you out. You got that?” Stuckey’s voice was soft but cruel.
“Damn, daddy, why you do me like that?”
“Don’t fucking call me daddy. I ain’t one of your tricks.” He gnashed his teeth. Stuckey motioned for her to go into the bathroom. He walked into the men’s restroom. He had to splash some cold water on his face and take a piss.
Tootsie walked into the bathroom pissed at Stuckey’s comment. She walked over to the sink, turned on the water, and stared at it. After a minute or two, she finally had the urge to pee, and she walked into a stall. An old trick every woman knew.
She walked out of the stall and stood at the sink staring at a young lady washing her hands next to her. She watched her five foot four inch frame built like a supermodel. Her hair was long and jet-black with one streak of blue. Her skin was a light caramel color, and her eyes were gray and bright. Tootsie tried to make eye contact with her, but the stranger kept her eyes glued to her hands.
“Excuse me, but can you tell me where you got your Nudie jeans from? I’ve been looking for a pair for the longest,” Tootsie tried to strike up a conversation with her and look into her eyes.
“Oh, I got them when I was in New York a few months back,” the young lady replied as she grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands.
“I just love New York. I usually stay in Brooklyn when I’m there. You got peoples there?” Tootsie asked.
“Yeah, one of my college friends has a house out there in Park Slope. It’s cool but so busy, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, it’s like that but you just got to go with the flow, you know. Do you live around here?” Tootsie was happy she was still keeping this conversation going.
“Yeah, I do. What about you?” the young lady asked.
“Actually, I just moved here with my brother and have no friends. You must think I’m nuts talking to you for this long,” Tootsie lied.
“No, not at all”—she laughed and felt more relaxed—“I know how it is moving to a new place with no friends. Listen, I usually don’t do this but take my number. I could show you around. If you like soul food I know a great spot,” the young lady waited for Tootsie to pull out her phone.
Tootsie reached into her pocketbook pretending to search for her phone. “Oh, damn, I must of left it in the car.”
“I don’t got a pen, do you?”
“Damn, neither do I ...” Tootsie stood there hoping someone would walk in.
“Well, listen, I got to go, but I work at a restaurant called All Things Good. Come by and we can talk. My name is Heaven.” The young lady left, smiling at Tootsie.
As the door opened Tootsie heard her name. She washed her hands and said out loud, “All Things Good.” She walked out of the bathroom door smiling.
Before they headed back to their seats, Stuckey stopped and stared Tootsie in her eyes. “Listen, Shawn P can’t know nothin’ ’bout what happened earlier or else I won’t be the guy babysitting you.”
“Stuckey, your secret is safe with me.” Her lips touched his gently. “Maybe we could finish what we started and forget about this game. What do you think?”
“You see how loose you are. You get a little sniff of my attraction and you wanna take it there,” Stuckey replied disappointed and started walking toward their section. He looked back at her, cutting his eyes.
Tootsie got the hint. When this nigga around Shawn P, he ain’t showing me no love, she thought as she quickly increased her speed. He’s my way in. I gotta find out exactly what I’m doing in Detroit. Could Serenity be here? Is this it? But why put me with a baby-sitter? I want her dead just as bad.
Chapter 5
Serenity walked into her bedroom with Cass on her mind. Her thought of actually being with a man was exciting. Ever since Rock died she didn’t even think about men, and she definitely didn’t think about women. Her feelings for women didn’t disappear but were tucked away. Serenity thought if she would get involved with a guy she wouldn’t feel the urge to want a woman’s touch again.
Even after all the crazy shit Sadie put her through, she was grateful to her still. Sadie was a psycho bitch, but she had her good moments. Sadie knew how Serenity felt and when and how she wanted it. Rock never took time for that; he just did—shopping sprees, parties, and a little dick every once in a while if he could keep his cock hard long enough.
Serenity stared at the ceiling while lying on her bed. Her iPod was playing in her ear. Her mind kept wondering about Cass. He was so fucking fine. Dropping my panties wouldn’t be hard at all, but I ain’t no ho. He gonna have to wait a little. Damn, I wish I would’a gotten his number, she thought.
Her clit began to tingle. She placed her fingers on top of it to soothe her wet flesh. Her thoughts of Cass’s hands touching her made her moan. The sounds of “Sex Me” by R. Kelly made her hot. She rubbed her clit harder and pinched on her nipple. Her back started to arch as she closed in on her climax. She wanted to feel Cass’s dick inside her. Serenity stroked her dripping wet, bald pussy faster. Her legs started to shake. She placed three fingers inside her pink slit, moving them in and out with expert precision. A surge of wetness flowed onto her fingers. She massaged the wetness all over her pussy, then put her fingers into her mouth to taste herself. “Oh damn, I got to get some dick for real,” Serenity said out loud, then headed to the shower.
“Yo, Carla, you think I could borrow the car since mine is in the shop?” Serenity shouted from her room pulling on her stretch leggings by True Religion.
“I guess, but you know today is Friday, and you know how I do ...” Carla said smiling and popping her collar up.
“It’ll be quick, I promise,” she continued. “I just been craving that catfish we had the other night.”
Carla rushed into Serenity’s bedroom, grinning. “Oh, it ain’t the catfish you craving. You wanna see that dude again, don’t you?”
“No, not at all. I’m going there for the food.” Serenity couldn’t hold back her laughter. “A’ight, you got me. I want to see if Cass is there and maybe get his number.”
“Well, by the looks of things, you gonna be walking out of there with him following closely behind you like a puppy,” Carla busted out, eyeing Serenity from head to toe.
“Okay, Serenity, but .
..” Carla’s facial expression changed. Her face showed worry and concern. “Maybe . . . Maybe I should just tag along with you jus—”
“Oh, hell, fucking no! Since when you a cock blocker? Nope, no, and hell fucking no,” Serenity cut her off. She walked to her closet searching for her wedged, open-toed Jimmy Choo sandals.
“Serenity, you don’t even know this dude. Just ’cause he dished out everything for free don’t mean he ain’t after you for something. Please, I just don’t need no shit happening to you again,” Carla pleaded with Serenity.
“Carla, let’s be realistic. That bitch Sadie is dead, and that crazy-ass Tootsie ... Well, according to yo’ ass, she damn near got a life sentence, so what the fuck I got to worry ’bout? It’s been over a year now. I want to get on with my life without having to watch my back everywhere I go or with everyone I meet. Isn’t that why we moved out of Chicago?” Serenity let out a sigh.
“Well, I don’t like it,” Carla replied.
“What? You don’t like me getting on with my life, or you don’t like me getting on with some dude?” Serenity questioned.
“Serenity, I don’t give a flying fuck who you get on with, man or woman. I just want you to be safe. You the only family I got,” Carla said.
“All I’m saying is let me live. I think I know the signs of a psycho. Shit, I don’t even have the dude’s number yet. I haven’t even been on a date yet, damn!” Serenity looked at her sister and saw her eyes filled with tears. She grabbed Carla’s hands. “Sis, I’m fine. Ain’t no need for all this,” Serenity spoke in a softer tone.
Carla hugged Serenity tightly. “I just don’t want nothing to happen to you, little sis. I wouldn’t know what I would do. I almost lost you once and didn’t have a clue about what was going on.” Carla wiped her tears away and stepped back.
“I know, sis, but I need some space. Besides, ain’t nobody gonna get with me if you keep shadowing me. Now, can I get the keys to the car?” Serenity asked calmly.
“Serenity, this dude may seem all that, but trust me, he into some illegal shit too. I just don’t need you caught up in somethin’ like that again. ’Cause God help me, I’ma be the one going to jail or dead from tryin’ to kill a nigga over you.” Carla reached into her pocket and handed her the keys, then walked away.
Suddenly, her mind switched. She grabbed her phone to call some friends who could answer her questions about this Cassidy.
“Oh, shit ... Yeah, girl, suck that big dick ... Oh, damn ...” Stuckey’s voice bounced around the hotel room.
“Yeah, baby, I know you like it.” Tootsie slowly took Stuckey’s solid wood into her mouth. She teased him by rapidly moving her tongue on the tip of his shaft. She would then swallow him whole while groping his sack with her soft hands.
“Come on, let me get a taste of that pussy.”
“Oh, yeah ... Daddy, lick it ...”
Tootsie suddenly didn’t feel any heat on her clit.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I done told you, don’t ever fuckin’ call me daddy. Stupid fuckin’ bitch! I ain’t no fuckin’ trick! Get the fuck outta here, now!” Stuckey stood up, walked to the window naked, and shouted at her.
Tootsie tried to use her sexiest voice to lure him back to the bed. “Stuckey, I’m sorry. I’m just so used to—”
“You just so used to being a fucking ho. Now, I done told you to get the fuck up outta here. What the fuck is taking you so long?” Stuckey bawled at her again.
Tootsie felt like shit and didn’t know how to respond. It was obvious he wasn’t going to come back to the bed. She picked up her clothes and underwear off the floor and walked into her adjacent room with tears in her eyes.
Stuckey stood there naked with a limp noodle watching her leave. He didn’t want her to leave, but he wasn’t going to be called daddy. That was the worst thing she could do. His entire childhood life all he heard was his momma calling every man by that name. His mother didn’t care about the men; she was only chasing her high. When he got older and started to hang in the streets, his reality hit him hard. His mother was a prostitute and a drug addict. He dropped out of high school and turned to the streets. He hustled enough money to send his mother to rehab so she wouldn’t have to use that label again. He was finally happy and was proud to be his mother’s son. After six months out of rehab, she relapsed and died from an overdose. Stuckey’s world was crushed, and from that day forward, he vowed no woman he fucked with would label him daddy.
Chapter 6
“Iris?” Carla approached a light-skinned female at the bar.
“Yes. Hi, Carla, have a seat,” Iris said, wanting to make clear that she was controlling this meeting.
“I was a little reluctant to approach because I don’t remember you having blond hair.”
“Oh yeah, well, change is good. So if you were reluctant to approach, what changed your mind?” Iris asked, interested in her answer.
“Do I have to say, I think it’s pretty obvious? You are drop-dead gorgeous! But I didn’t come here for that ...” Carla eyed her to see if she had a chance to take it there.
Iris giggled. She knew her appearance wasn’t average. “Let’s talk some business. I did a little checking and know you are the one around here to make a party lively with eye candy.”
Carla’s eyebrows went up. So, she checked up on me. I hope that’s a good thing, she thought.
“Okay, how would you like to get out of the drug game and get into something a little safer?” Iris asked. “It could put the same amount of, or double, the cash in your pocket.”
Carla sat up straight. “I’m listening.”
“I found out that you’re the one who knows all the hot females in the Chicago area, and I know you not in the pimp game. It was easy to figure out that you were their supplier, not they daddy.” Iris laughed, gentling nudging her with an elbow. “After all that went down with Rock, you were out of a supplier”—she raised her hand—“and please don’t. I know exactly who you were contacting along the East Coast. You may not know, but I have a lot of friends all over.” She winked at her.
“A’ight, so you know my game. Yeah, I was their supplier, but they also did party gigs for me too, and I would get a cut of that as well. What does that have anything to do with getting what I need?”
“I was proposing that you use your skills to acquire a few ladies to work for me.” Iris motioned the bartender over to order a drink.
“What do you mean, ‘work for you’? What, you a madam or somethin’?” Carla asked, almost choking on her spit.
“And what if I am? Why would you even care if I was ready to pay you ten Gs for each female you bring me?” Iris took a sip of her martini.
“Ten Gs, huh? And, exactly what do they have to do?” Carla’s voice became serious. She feared where this was going.
“Well, that’s my business, isn’t it?” Iris spoke as if she was insulted. “If I were some nigga, you wouldn’t give a fuck about what happens to ’em girls, now, would you?”
Carla’s demeanor showed defeat. Her shoulders began to slouch. She knew Iris was right, because if it was any nigga in front of her, she would have been knocking shots back, celebrating their new business venture. She took a sip of her drink before she spoke. “How soon do I receive payment after gettin’ the girl to you?”
“Great. We can discuss the details over breakfast in the morning. Take this ...” she reached into her pocketbook and pulled out an envelope, then placed it on top of the bar. “It’s an advance on your first girl.”
“How did you know I was going to agree?” Carla took the envelope.
“I didn’t, but I do know that everyone has their price. And I know you ain’t got no choice ’cause your old supplier is gunnin’—I mean, no longer fucking with you and making sure no one else is too. Call me in the morning to link up. Enjoy some more drinks on me.” She waved the bartender over and gave him two one-hundred-dollar bills and left the bar.
Carla watched Iris walk out witho
ut another word. She told the bartender to give her five shots of Silver Patrón immediately. After she received all five shots, she swallowed the fiery liquid just as fast. She sat there contemplating what she was getting herself into. She didn’t know exactly what Iris was going to do with the girls. I got to think about my family, Serenity. Most of ’em girls just closet crackheads and dope fiends anyway. This shit will bring me the paper a whole lot faster than me hustlin’. Fuck it, I need that money! She ordered five more shots and told the bartender to call her a cab.
Carla came to the conclusion that once she made enough money, she would get out before it was too late and it escalated to a higher level.
Serenity walked into All Things Good and headed to the bar and asked the bartender, “Can I place a takeout order?”
“You sure can, sweetie, but can you give me like five minutes? I just gotta get these drinks out,” a high-pitched voice spoke.
Serenity was taken aback. The bartender was a male and very fine. “Yeah, that’s cool, but can you give me the takeout menu, and then you can take your time,” she said with a smile.
The bartender handed her the menu and continued to pour drinks into glasses for the waitress. A voice spoke over the lunchtime noise, “Hey, how are things looking?”
Serenity turned around and saw a strikingly beautiful woman talking to Cass. I wasn’t really expecting him to be here. Well, like I said, my life has to start, she thought as she grabbed a napkin to remove the sweat from her palms. She stood and walked a few steps closer, then took a deep breath. “Hey, Cass,” she finally spoke.
“Oh, wow! Serenity, I was wondering when you were gonna come back,” Cass smiled.
“Cass, I guess I’ll talk to you later. I see I just lost your full attention,” Heaven said with an attitude.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but the last time I was here I didn’t get to thank Cass for his hospitality,” Serenity spoke in a soft tone, not wanting any confrontation with this chick. She didn’t know what kind of relationship they had.
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