Bankroll Squad

by David Weaver

  “Please don’t hurt me, I didn’t do anything,” She whined to Marco.

  Marco smacked her across the head for spitting out the $10 bill and mashed her face against the dirty tile floor, instructing her to put it back in her mouth. She was crying hysterically and shaking so bad that he was sure that she was about to pass out. Catfish barged in with Prince Tron right behind him. When the bar attendants saw the sizes of the guns that they were carrying, they sounded like a group of kids gasping all at once. A couple of guys were down on the floor in prayer. Catfish damn near pissed his pants when he saw what was unfolding.

  “Nigga! What the fuck is going on in here!?” Catfish was careful not to say Marco’s real name in front of all of those witnesses.

  “Chill dude! This bitch was tryna’ set you up!” Marco expressed, forehead wrinkled up and eyes full of rage.

  Tracy shook her head; frantically denying the accusation. Catfish looked up and saw blood splattered from the counter top to the section where the drinks were sitting. He walked over to get a better look and saw a man with half of his brain missing.

  “Holy shit,” Catfish said as he jumped at the sight of the body.

  “That’s not what we came for man ... damn!”

  “Shit, he was talking about calling the police on me nigga!”

  Catfish looked around the room at all the potential witnesses and had the right mind to blow everybody’s brains out to take extra precaution. Instead, he had a better idea. He told Prince Tron and Marco to take Tracy, toss her into the van and wait for him. He grabbed the duffel bag from Marco and watched them as they carried the bartender to the van. Then he proceeded to go to work.

  seven

  “

  What’s wrong daddy?”

  Pam’s voice sounds so sympathetic, so concerning ... soothing ... erotic, Malcolm thought, as the Aston Martin whipped through the night like a shooting star. He thought about all that had happened that day. The fight with Kyla, the fight with Jennifer, the uncharacteristic behavior that he exhibited in front of his squad. He thought about the 12 gauge blast that should have been for him, but instead had Kyla lying in a coma strapped to advanced equipment. His emotions were unreadable, even to his self. He looked at his Iphone again, thinking about the text messages that were manufactured by his wife. The coldness of it. The reality of it. He stared at Pam as she maneuvered the steering wheel as if she was a professional driver. She smiled at him. A warm, sexy, confident smile that seemed to comfort him; if only but temporarily.

  “Nothing’s wrong Pam. I’m just lost in thought, that’s all,” Malcolm lied.

  Well, half-lied since the other half was true. Pam shot Malcolm a knowing look as she slowed down approaching the intersection. The light was red, but that only gave her the green light to continue flirting. She had to flirt indirectly and gradually build up to the direct requests that she wanted to ask.

  “You wanna’ hang out at my house for a while?” She regretted asking that question as soon as it left her mouth.

  Silence. The type of silence that makes nervous and uncomfortable. Malcolm heard her question but he was at a loss for words. He wanted to believe that none of the horrid events had taken place at all. He knew what he wanted, but his body and soul knew what he needed. He needed to be comforted. He needed to be loved. He needed his wife to apologize, for her to send a text message saying that she was at home. After the long, lingering silence, he finally gathered up enough complete thoughts to make a statement.

  “Yeah, Pam. We can hang out.”

  Whoa, Pam thought, Pam and Malcolm, hell yeah. Pam intended to take full advantage of the opportunity at hand. She had her man and she wasn’t letting go. Catching her by surprise, Malcolm reached over and started caressing her right thigh. Damn, she thought as she felt her juices roll from her pussy to her pussy lips. He got exactly what I need, she said to herself as she reached over and grabbed his left thigh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Malcolm pull off his wedding ring and put it in his pocket. Her hand moved to the inside of his thigh where she felt a thick, long, rock hard dick laying against it. She jerked her hand back to the wheel, she had almost run off of the road. Malcolm smiled. She was slightly embarrassed. She saw a sign that said that her exit was only 5 miles away. Almost there. She smiled.

  $ $ $ $ $

  When they entered the club, the DJ was playing rap music. Some Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, and Young Jeezy. After about 30 minutes, everything switched to reggae. This was Coward 1’s cue. He knew she couldn’t dance, and he knew that the pill had kicked in. He grabbed Jennifer’s arm and led her on to the dance floor. As soon as he touched her arm she felt goose bumps pop up on her body. Her two major goose bumps were sticking out through the front of her outfit. She noticed her nipples protruding and realized that there was nothing that she could do to hide them. She was too embarrassed to let the Coward see her like that so once they made it to the dance floor, she turned around and started grinding her ass against the Coward. The Coward instantly got an erection and Jennifer noticed it immediately. His manhood wasn’t as big as Malcolm’s, but it was hard and exciting her more and more. It seemed like the more she grinded against it, the wetter she got. After about two minutes, a trickle of cum rolled from her pussy down to the inside of her thigh, and then down to the inside of her calf muscle. When the Coward noticed this, he leaned forward and put his warm tongue behind her ear and circled his tongue from the back of her ear to the front of it. A tremor ran through Jennifer’s body when he did that, and her pussy only got wetter. The Coward kissed her ear, then his lips went down the side of her neck, where he kissed her passionately. A sexual rush had run through Jennifer, and Coward 1 was caught completely off guard when she reached back and wrapped her hand around his crotch. The other club attendees were dancing and having fun, but the Coward and Jennifer were taking it beyond the extreme on the dance floor. After about seven minutes of the dance floor foreplay, Jennifer became self conscious because she realized that there were a lot of club patrons staring at them. The Coward was oblivious to the attention, seemingly caught up in his own little world, until Jennifer pulled him out of it and led him to the bathroom. Jennifer was horny. The Coward was horny. They had both taken X-pills, two bodies powerless to the effects of the Blue Dolphin. Jennifer looked into the women’s bathroom and noticed that there were too many women putting on make-up and standing around conversating. She turned and looked at the Coward, then shook her head solemnly, letting him know that the women’s bathroom was a complete “NO.” Determined, the Coward took charge. He grabbed her by the arm and led her to the men’s bathroom. He knew that the men’s bathroom would be empty, with all the ass out there on the dance floor, so it was no surprise when the only dude that was in the bathroom made his way past Coward 1 en route to the dance floor. He led Jennifer to a stall and locked the door. The Coward pulled her skirt up, revealing a shaved and perfectly pink pussy.

  “Ward, do you have protection?”

  Knowing that he had no protection at all, he french kissed her while circling his middle finger around her clitoris. Her kisses became more aggressive until he broke from the kiss and started sucking on her right nipple. In her mind she was thinking about telling him to get a condom, but the stimulation proved to be too intense for her to try to mumble those words again. Unable to withstand the teasing any longer, she reached down and started unfastening his pants, then she wrapped her hand around his wood. She was staring at Ward, waiting on him to make the next move. He wasted no time. He turned her around and bent her over, sliding a finger in her pussy to test her readiness. When he pulled his finger out, it was covered in cream. She was soaking wet. He wiped her pussy cream around his dick and slid it through the opening of her warm pussy. He then pulled back, parted her pussy lips, and slid his manhood as far as it would go. He stroked and stroked, his dick sliding against her vagina walls, bringing her to cum again and again. She was panting, breathing uncontrollably when she managed to whisper the words �
� let me get on top.” He pulled out and sat down on the toilet, dick still covered in pussy cum. Jennifer was high off of cocaine and ecstasy and the Coward had never had a woman on that combination of drugs before. She climbed on his dick and threw her pussy up and down on it frantically. She slammed against his dick until it hurt him, and when he moaned out of painful pleasure, she went even harder. After a few more strokes, the Coward cried out,

  “I’m coming,” to which she replied “Oh baby, me too! I’m coming!” The bathroom stall sounded like a porno movie as the Coward pumped semen into Jennifer, while she simultaneously released a stream of cum around his dick. As soon as they came, it seemed as though she was ready to fuck again.

  “Wait a minute,” The Coward exclaimed, out of breath.

  “You wanna go get a hotel room instead of fucking in the bathroom of a club?”

  “Yeah Ward, let’s go.”

  Jennifer was having the time of her life. I’m having sex with a real celebrity kept running through her mind as they both climbed back into the limousine. “To the Hilton,” the Coward directed the chauffeur.

  “Downtown?”

  “Yeah, the Hilton Downtown.”

  The chauffeur obliged and drove off, headed to the hotel. Jennifer cuddled up next to the Coward, fondling with his penis. The limo hit a deep pot-hole and Jennifer’s purse fell off the seat, causing the contents to spill to the floor. When the Coward saw how much cocaine she had in her purse, his eyes bulged out like a cartoon characters’. Instantly devising the next scheme for him, Coward 2, and the Wolf, he decided to ask a few questions first.

  “Jen, how much did you pay for that blow?” “Blow?”

  “Yeah, the white shit that was in your purse?” “Ohhh, the cocaine.”

  The Coward looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

  “Yea Jen ... the coke ... the blow.”

  She giggled at herself for not catching on to the slang when he first spoke it. After all ... it was only last week when she was actually watching a movie on HBO that was entitled “Blow,” and it was about cocaine.

  “Well, I didn’t actually pay for it.”

  She unzipped his pants, pulling his erect penis out. Slumping down in his seat, the Coward tried to stay focused on his series of questions.

  “How did you get it if you didn’t pay for it?”

  She giggled again thinking about how the truth was about to sound once she spoke it aloud.

  “I just took it.”

  “You took it from a drug dealer? As in you stole it?”

  She pondered the question for a brief moment before answering.

  “Well ... yeah ... I stole it.”

  “And what are you going to do if he finds out you stole it?”

  “He would never find out, trust me Ward.”

  The Coward looked at her suspiciously.

  “How can you be so sure that he won’t find out?”

  She didn’t particularly enjoy being questioned over and over and a look of frustration invaded her facial features.

  “Because he has a room full of it. It’s wall to wall, over 100 feet long, and coming up to my knees,” she snapped.

  The Coward noticed that he was irritating her with his inquisitions and leaned over to start kissing her. Noticing that both of their mouths were dry as sandpaper, he grabbed two bottles of bottled water. She drank half of hers, then she leaned down and wrapped her lips around his dick. She sucked him until they arrived at the Hilton. The whole time that he was getting his blow job, the Coward just kept thinking to himself, I’m bout to be rich!

  $ $ $ $ $

  eight

  C

  atfish was in total control of the situation at hand. “Everybody get in a single file line and shut the fuck up! If any one of ya’ll muthafuckas

  fail to cooperate accordingly, or try some ol’ funny ass shit, I will blow your brains out of the very head that holds them!”

  The men and women lined up even quicker than he could finish his statement. They had already saw what happened to the owner, and they could only imagine what would happen to the bartender.

  “I’m walking by with an open bag. Each of you need to drop your driver’s license into the bag. Don’t worry about not having license because in three days I will personally bring everyone’s license back to their homes, provided that none of you go to the authorities!”

  While collecting ID’s, he ran across a knucklehead. Catfish saw the guy drop the ID on the floor and cover it with his boot before he was even approached.

  “I.D. in the bag, shit stain!”

  “Sir, I do not have an ID.”

  Catfish was amused at how the guy could tell a

  lie directly in the face of imminent threat.

  “You have no type of ID at all?” Catfish asked

  him.

  “No. I-”

  BLAT-BLAT-BLAT-BLAT-BLAT-BLAT.

  “They’ll be able to ID you with your dental

  records then,” Catfish told him.

  He collected the rest of the ID’s with no problem,

  then he picked up the two bodies from the bar and took

  them to the van. Into the seat they went. Tracy’s mouth

  was gagged shut with duct tape and a $10 bill, so her

  words were indecipherable. She was trembling like it

  was ten degrees below zero. She was thoroughly frightened and mad at herself for even being a part of this situation, when it initially had nothing to do with her.

  Catfish back-hand smacked her across the face so hard

  that the entire van started rocking side to side. “Stop speaking bitch!” Catfish screamed at her. Then he ripped the duct tape off of her mouth. “Speak bitch!”

  Tracy was so frightened and confused that she didn’t know whether to speak or shut up. She knew another slap was about to come across her face so as soon as Catfish made the slightest movement, she flinched like a scared child who knew that he had done

  something terribly wrong and greatly upset his parents. “Wh-wh-wh ... what do you want from me?” “I suggest we just blow her shit off!” Marco

  exclaimed, still clutching the sawed-off shotgun. “Nooo, please don’t hurt me, I-”

  Catfish cut off all her whining with a back hand

  slap that had such a profound impact that it made her

  flip to the floor cartwheel style, and that was from a sitting position. Catfish picked her up off of the floor and

  slammed her against the seat.

  “Who you workin wit?” Catfish hollered at her in

  a deafening decibel.

  Shaking, she finally managed to whisper out the

  answer to his question.

  “I’m not ... working with anyone ... it’s just ... my

  baby’s dad told me to keep an ear to the streets and to

  alert him if I ever heard anything about the name

  Catfish.”

  Catfish gave her a confusing look.

  “Who the fuck is yo’ baby’s daddy?”

  “Sw-sw-sweetback Fatty...”

  “SWEETBACK FATTY!?” They all surprisingly

  yelled in unison.

  They all knew that Sweetback Fatty was the head of the Organized General Committee, which dealt strictly with hit man work. Marco and Prince Tron shook their heads in disgust as they thought about what Sweetback would do to them once he found out that they had abducted his baby’s mama. No one wanted to piss off Sweetback. Starting the van, Catfish picked up his cell phone to call Malcolm, but put it back down because he knew that Malcolm had been under a lot of stress in the past 24 hours. Thinking about what happened to Malcolm and Kyla earlier gave him a sudden

  rage of fury.

  “Arrgghh!” Catfish screamed as he slammed his

  heavy fist against the dashboard, resetting the clock in

  the process.

  “Tracy,” Catfish started, staring at her in his

  rearview mirror, “What the hell does
Sweetback want

  me set up for? I thought we were on good terms.” “His little brother told him that you hurt him for

  no reason, messed his mouth up to the point that drinking water makes him scream out in anguish from the

  pain.”

  “What? Who the fuck is his little brother?” “A guy named Waller.”

  When she said that, everyone put their hands to

  their foreheads. They knew that fucking with

  Sweetback’s gang was bad for your health. He once

  blew up a whole gymnasium full of kids and adults,

  just to get 1 person who had a price on his head. “Tron, why didn’t you tell me that Waller was

  Sweetback’s brother?”

  “Catfish, I had no possible way of knowing that

  type of information. Man you know how secretive

  Sweetback operates in these streets.”

  Catfish drove in silence, contemplating his next

  move and occasionally shaking his head in disgust of

  the situation.

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  Pam’s mother was red-boned, her grandmother being a young black paralegal back in her days who was seduced by a young white attorney. As soon as the lawyer found out that he had impregnated his Negro paralegal, he paid her $200,000 to get as far out of town as possible, preferably to another country. She left the state and had Pam’s mother at a hospital in Dallas, Texas. Pam’s mother was the envy of all women dark and light in high school and college, and was the object of desire for all men, dark and light. She dated a caramel-complected guy whom everyone thought was definitely going to the NFL. He was the top college quarterback in the country as a sophomore, but fell victim to a career ending injury in his junior year. Her mom fell in love with the guy even more since they then had more time to spend together and more time to develop their relationship. After they graduated, they got married and Pamela Jones was born. A yellow girl with hazel eyes, the perfect body, and long shiny black hair; guys were after her since she was in the 6th grade. She was raised in a good home, by great parents, and had a strong set of values instilled in her. As a high school freshman, just like her mother, she was envy of girls and the desire of boys. She was so beautiful that even her female teachers were jealous of her and they often gave her a hard time. Her first love was a player, a cheater, a complete liar. Her mom used to always warn her about dating seniors when she was only a freshman, but she was under the impression that she could have whomever she wanted. When the guy took her virginity and left her heart broken, she used all of her anger and fury as fuel. That harsh taste of the real life let her know that everything wasn’t peaches and pears. She learned how to be cold at times, calculating and manipulative, seductive, and aggressive. She would get what she wanted and keep it. She would let no one get in her way when she wanted something, and she definitely wanted something.