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2012
Four winos stood in front of Pettaway’s store on the Avenue recollecting memories of Bridgeport.
“I lived here for sixty years and seen some of the craziest things take place in this city.” Lionel replied thinking back on his upbringing in Bridgeport. His thick grey eye brows furrowed together as he continued. “Between that little boy Jamal being burned in that fire and Trey and Tesh’a crazy asses raising havoc in the streets…”
Another man jumped in, “Let’s not forget Jamier and his shawty running that big ol’ expensive porn company; they went through some shit!” he said with a thick Caribbean accent.
“I hear you! I’ve been here for forty years. The eighties were pretty cool, the nineties brought a lot of bloodshed, and recently—I won’t even talk on that!” Albert responded in a deep, rough voice caused from smoking too much. He took a swig of his 40 ounce. The air surrounding them smelled of beer, bad breath and old clothes.
“What’s good ol’ time?” A youngin’ said as he walked by trying to go into the store when he was stopped short.
“Ain’t nothing puda, care to give an old man some money? I know you got it. Them VVS stones and gold rims tell me you gettin’ money!” Albert responded.
“Leave the youth alone you old bum!” the wino with the Caribbean accent intervened.
Puda still pulled out a roll of twenties in a rubber band and handed ol’ school one twenty then made his way into the store.
“Shit, I’ll be his charity case any day; him, Jamal, whom they now call ‘Flames’ and dem West Side Boys are making crazy dough!” the wino exclaimed, not ashamed to beg for money.
Lionel waved his friend off. “They also are wrecking the city. Don’t forget that. I remember a time when we used to hustle for money, not to gain a name. I recall a time when we put up our fists to fight.” He threw up his fists and kissed them both then began boxing the air. “Now, all these young boys are so quick to pick up their guns and blow you away instead of fighting someone one on one! Back in the day, we were never afraid to run someone a fair one! I love my city till the death of me. Bridgeport is a beautiful city; it’s not the city that’s corrupted, but the simple-minded muthafuckas living in it!”
“I know that’s right!”
“That’s the truth ol’ school!” They all agreed with him.
“There was one though. One good one; Madame J.” the wino with the thick accent replied. Everyone shook their heads as they remembered the Madame that took over the city.
“She had shit on lock!” Lionel responded, thinking back to the day when he could afford her services.
“Sad thing that happened there, she used to help build up the city!”
“Yeah, but you know they always bring the ones down that put a helping hand into the hood,” Albert responded.
“I’ll never forget that case,” Hanz said in his thick Caribbean accent as he went down memory lane.
Back Into Time…2000
Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money; dolla dolla bill y’all.
Wu’tang’s song thumped out of a beat-up Honda Accord. The strong smell of loud, a.k.a. sour diesel, lingered in the air.
“Sssss…yesss!” The driver of the Honda moaned with his hand on the back of Camille’s head while she licked, sucked and slobbed on his little fat dick.
“Hmmm…” she hummed, knowing that Rico liked that. Rico was the lead detective on his homicide team. He had enough bank in his pockets; his accounts were flooded with money from work and having his hand in the local drug lords and underground criminal activity’s payroll. He was what you would consider a dirty cop, a rotten pig, and a sell-out to his colleagues; amongst other names. When he got service from Madame J’s escort service he used an old vehicle, not wanting to be recognized in his flashy red Escalade.
“You going too fast now Mami; slow down and do it real slow.” He said instructing Camille how to suck his piece. She got annoyed quickly; she hated sucking him slow and hoped he didn’t ask her to play with his musty ass balls.
“Don’t forget my two little friends,” he threw in as if he had read her mind. And “little” they were! Camille rolled her eyes as she began to work her tongue around the head and play with his balls.
“Put them in your mouth and do that humming shit,” he said as he got a little more comfortable in his seat.
Camille almost gagged, she’d been with much worst in her line of work, but it never got easier. Two loud taps to the window got her attention.
“Why you stop?” Rico complained.
“Someone’s at the window!” A flashlight invaded the car.
“Open the door and step out!” said a stern voice.
Officer Whitley had been called into the area about a domestic dispute on Howard Avenue. As he rode down the street and saw a Honda parked in the middle of a side street, he became suspicious and drove up Howard Court to where the car was. The smell of marijuana was enough for him to begin his investigation, then after peeking inside and seeing what looked like a prostitute giving a man head, he knew he could and should take the two in. The music in the car lowered as the passenger door opened first. He looked the scantily dressed woman up and down, if she’d offer, I’d let her suck my dick and just give her a ticket! Whitley thought to himself. He knocked again on the driver’s side window. “Come on now!”
The door slowly opened and Rico stepped out.
“Detective Coralle?” the shocked police officer stammered.
“Look, it’s not what it looks like.” Rico said putting his hands up in defense before he could be accused of anything.
“It looks like everything, and you’re high as shit!” Officer Whitley exclaimed with disappointment. “Well, you know the routine.”
“Come on man, you really going to do this?” Rico pleaded.
The scrawny officer shrugged his shoulders, “It’s my job and had you been doing yours y
ou wouldn’t be in this predicament.” The prostitute he could stand, but the fact that a police officer was using drugs in the middle of the hood while listening to that rap garbage bothered him a lot. In his eyes, Rico was a scumbag sell out!
Rico nervously looked around, if Officer Whitley took him in and searched his car; he would find three grams of cocaine and a quarter of sour. Rico knew he would more than likely be fired from the force and face jail time; especially for soliciting a prostitute.
“Alright, alright!” Rico said sounding defeated. He slowly turned around and placed his arms behind his back, Officer Whitley put his gun in his holster so that he could cuff Rico. Camille quickly kicked off her heels and sprinted into the nearest yard, jumping over a fence.
“Fuck!” the officer cursed. With only one hand cuffed, Rico spun around pulling a chrome magnum from his waistline and wasted no time aiming at Whitley’s chest and putting a hole through it. Blood splattered on his clothes as Rico jumped in the Honda and screeched away. He made it three blocks before police Chargers were tailing him and finally blocked him in on Hancock Avenue. Rico would later be processed and questioned. His own colleagues looked down on him for the disgrace he brought upon the force. Rico wasted no time in snitching; hoping that by doing so he would get a deal. It did not take long for him to spill his guts about Camille and the escorting service she worked for. Before long he gave all the details he knew about the city’s underground sex rings and clubs that the police would never have imagined existed.
As the officers arrested one of their own that night, they had no way of knowing that the collar that they just made would lead to the biggest trial in the city’s history or that it would be against Bridgeport’s underground sex ring leader, Jani’rah Eldermira Jean.
Bossy
Light pen taps echoed throughout a large office as it hit repeatedly against a desk.
“Melanie, call Camille and tell her she needs to come see me in the next hour or two about some business I need her to tend to.” Jani’rah said into the phone to her assistant.
“Right on top of it. Is there anything else you need me to do before I go to lunch Madame J?” Melanie said.
“Just bring me back those new accounts so I can figure out which girls to send on the job tomorrow.” Jani’rah said as she disconnected the call. For the past week, business had been going crazy with new clients. Things were hectic as Madame J tried to keep her supply in line with demand. She sat back in her leather chair and closed her eyes thinking about the day when she would finally be able to take a vacation to get away from work for a while.
“Here are the files you asked for.” Melanie said as she walked into Jani’rah’s office. Without opening her eyes, Jani’rah instructed her to put them on her desk. “I called Camille. She said she was already on this side of town about to head to a client, so she’ll be over in about twenty minutes. I’m headed over to Red Lobster for some lunch; want something?”
This was why Jani’rah loved having an assistant like Melanie, because she didn’t always think about just herself, she was always looking out for others as well. “I’m fine. I’ll just get something on my way home, but thanks anyway.” Jani’rah said and turned her chair around hoping that Melanie would get the picture that she wanted to be alone.
“Alright. See you in an hour.”
Being that she didn’t have much work to do, Jani’rah sat back and thought about life before she had started her business. Who would have ever thought that a simple case of heartbreak would be the beginning of a multimillion-dollar business? Her mind flashed back to what seemed like a different time and place.
“Ma, I’ll be back in a minute. Daniel just called and said he had something important to tell me,” seventeen-year-old Jani’rah said with the biggest smile on her face. She hoped that he was going to finally ask her to the senior prom. Yes, they were an item and going to the prom together was a given for them, but Jani’rah made it known to him that she wanted an official invite and she wanted it to be special.
“Alright, but make sure you’re back before dinner. You know how your father is when his princess is out late.” Jani’rah’s mother knew that her daughter would be coming back home nearly broken after talking to Daniel, because she knew exactly what he had to talk to Jani’rah about. She just prayed that Jani’rah would one day understand.
As Jani’rah got closer she could see two big storage units outside of Daniel’s house. “What the hell is going on out here?” she said out loud to no one in general. Walking to the door, she saw two large men walking out of the house with big boxes. Confused, Jani’rah walked in the house and called out to Daniel. “Daniel, Daniel, where are you?”
Hearing her, Daniel came running down the stairs. He looked into her eyes with the saddest face she had ever seen. He walked over to her.
“Baby, please don’t be too upset with me because I just found out myself.” Daniel said as he guided her to the kitchen. Taking a seat at the table, Jani’rah had already put two and two together and figured out Daniel was moving; but she was okay with it because she didn’t think he would be going anywhere too far away. “It’s like this…my dad was just hired for a new electrician’s job. They paying for our move, it’s just that…” there was a long pause, “it’s in Atlanta.”
Jani’rah’s heart dropped when she heard this. “What you mean, ‘Atlanta?’ What does that mean about us?” She was crying uncontrollably.
Daniel knew this was coming and just as hard as it was for her to accept, it was just as hard for him. “It just means that we’ll have to love each other at a distance.” Daniel said as he cradled her in his arms.
She knew he meant well, but she also knew that it would never work out with that much distance between them. That day, Jani’rah promised herself that the only man that she’d ever love would be her father. Jani’rah’s tears of pain stopped and were replaced with tears of anger.
“Daniel how could you do this to me? We had dreams and plans with one another.” Jani’rah yelled while breaking out of the embrace that Daniel held her in.
Knowing that she knew that the move was out of his hands he tried reassuring her that they were going to work. “Baby you know that this is out of my hands. My father worked hard for this promotion and he deserves this. We’re going to make it work. We only have two months of school until we graduate. I’ll come down here as much as possible to be with you. I just need you to understand.”
His pleas fell on deaf ears because Jani’rah had stopped listening to anything that he had to say after he told her about the move. She picked up her coat from off of the chair and headed to the door. She looked back at Daniel, “I hate you for this.” she said and continued out of the door.
“Jani’rah wait!” Daniel yelled out to no avail because Jani’rah was already out of the door.
As Daniel went to follow her, his mother softly grabbed him by the arm and stopped him in his tracks. “Son, the last person that she wants to see is you. Give her a couple of hours to come to terms with this. She’s hurt and I know you’re hurt too, but if it’s in God’s plans you two will be back together.” His mother’s words lightened up Daniel’s mood a little and he proceeded to his room to continue packing with thoughts of his first true love on his mind.
*****
The tears flowed down Jani’rah’s face as she walked towards the playground behind Curiale School. It was the place where she and Daniel would go to talk about their plans for their future, where they shared their first kiss when they were ten, and where they had first made love. Tonight she was alone and she was fine with that. She knew that her mother was probably wondering where she was because more than likely Daniel was blowing up the house phone looking for her.
“How could they do this to us. His father is so fucking selfish, his job here pays more than enough money, why do he have to be so damn money hungry?” Jani’rah was venting out loud as she sat on the swing; she didn’t notice the two men that walked up behind her. The
crunching of the leaves behind her bought her out of her pity party.
“Hey there little lady. Why someone as beautiful as you out here by yourself?” asked the shortest of the two men. Jani’rah looked in his eyes and could tell by the way they were half open and half closed that he was high off of something. Hopping off the swing, Jani’rah zipped up her jacket and tried to leave the playground. As she brushed passed Shorty with her head down, his friend quickly grabbed her jacket and pulled her back.
“Where you goin’? The party jus’ gettin’ started.” Shorty’s friend commented with a sly grin.
Her heart begun to beat at what seemed like a hundred beats per second. Her palms became sweaty at the thought of the two men taking advantage of her. “Why the hell are you touching me?” Jani’rah yelled. She turned up her nose as she smelled stale cigarette smoke and liquor on his breath.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what this is. Now take ya fuckin’ pants off before I slap the shit out of you!” Yelled Shorty as he walked closer to Jani’rah and his friend.
Jani’rah couldn’t believe her luck. She would have given anything for Daniel or her father to show up right now but she knew there was a very slim chance of that happening. “Please just let me go home!” Jani’rah protested avoiding his directions to take her pants off. She knew that if she didn’t get away soon, the men would take full advantage of her.
High and horny, Shorty pushed her to the ground and directed his friend to pin her arms down so he can undress her himself.
“Help, somebody please!” Jani’rah yelled, but no one was around and she was left hopeless.
“Stop fighting it and just lay back. Big daddy gonna show you what a big, juicy dick feel like.” Shorty said while pulling down his pants and placing the condom on his already erect penis. Jani’rah secretly thanked God that he was using protection. As he forcefully entered her, Jani’rah’s mind escaped to thoughts of Daniel. How could he allow this to happen to me? Why didn’t he walk with me? Jani’rah felt as if Daniel was to blame for what was happening to her.
