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“Don’t let her hands go, I’m about to cum.” Shorty instructed his friend. With each thrust, Jani’rah’s face became wet from the tears escaping from her eyes. Feeling his body jerking, Jani’rah knew that he was done. Shorty stood up, zipped up his pants and thanked Jani’rah for her services.
“Fuck you.” Jani’rah whispered, but loud enough for Shorty and his friend to hear her.
“No bitch, I just fucked you.” Shorty replied and chuckled. He and his friend turned and walked away as if nothing happened.
Jani’rah lay on the ground until she willed herself to get up so she can go home and bathe.
*****
“Jani’rah where have you been? Daniel’s been calling here like crazy saying that you left over two hours ago. Are you okay? Oh my God what happened to your hair?” Jani’rah’s mother threw question after question at her without letting her reply. Finally she took a breath and let Jani’rah talk.
“I’m fine mommy. I just need to go upstairs and take a hot bath, call me when dinner is done.”
Her mother brushed it off thinking that her daughter was only hurt about the news that she received from Daniel. Little did she know that her daughter had been hurt physically by a man she didn’t know. Jani’rah walked past her mother and headed upstairs to wash off the filth of Shorty. While in the tub, she made a promise to herself that she’d never love a man like she had loved Daniel. She also swore to never let another man touch or hurt her the way Shorty had. Sex was something that was sacred to her and on that horrid day, Shorty had taken that away from her.
*****
Camille came through the door snapping Jani’rah back to reality. “How may I help you boss lady?” Camille said as she sat down in the chair opposite Jani’rah. Jani’rah turned her chair around and was amazed at how beautiful Camille looked in her evening gown. Standing at five eleven, with a body that resembled video vixen, Buffie the body, Camille wore a Remy weave which hung down her back with loose flowing curls. Her makeup was perfect, not too much and not too little.
“I am so sorry. It completely slipped my mind that you were going to the Mayor’s Ball tonight.”
“No problem. I have to meet him in half an hour at the hotel which is only five minutes away, so I’ve got time. What’s up?.” Camille was a money chaser and Jani’rah knew that the client that she had lined up for her would be an easy task, although he was a part of a dangerous crime family and a part of the company’s past.
“I have an old client that may come with a few extra perks. Have a seat and let me give you the run down.” Jani’rah said while gesturing Camille to sit down. “I’m pretty sure you know who Romero Artez is.”
At the sound of his name, Camille saw nothing but dollar signs. The smile on her face let Jani’rah know that Camille was already down to take on the job.
“Well, he has a very important gathering and he wants to have one of my finest on his arm. You know I thought of you first. The only tricky part is while you’re there with him, he will be conducting business.”
The “business” part was off limits for Jani’rah, but when she heard about the $5,000 dollars Romero would pay for an escort, she couldn’t refuse. She would’ve done the job herself, but that would’ve been against her business code.
“Girl, I ain’t scared. I know what happened to Sylvia was purely a coincidence. When and where you need me to meet him? It’s not bad that I heard he has a big dick too!” Camille joked, but was very serious at the same time.
“I’ll email everything to you later. I just wanted to know if you would do the job first and now that I know you will, I’ll let him know tonight. Now go ahead and get on your job and make that congressman have a night he’ll never forget.” Jani’rah said as she stood up to see Camille out.
The sound of Sylvia’s name boiled Jani’rah’s blood. Sylvia was a beautiful, full Puerto Rican escort that Jani’rah showed a lot of interest in until money started to come up short; which was a no no for Jani’rah. Being the ruthless woman that she was, Jani’rah purposely set Sylvia up on a job with Romero and told him to tip her an extra $1,000 and she’d pay him back. It was a test to see if Sylvia was actually holding money out on Jani’rah because although it was a tip, Jani’rah was still owed a piece of all money received. When Sylvia came back to give Jani’rah her cut, she came up short. Jani’rah didn’t let Sylvia know that she knew she was holding out. She had other plans to end the foolery once and for all.
The next day the six o’clock news reported that Sylvia was found in Washington Park with her tongue removed and her fingers cut off. All eyes led to Romero because she was last seen with him, but with no other evidence, he was released free and clear. That’s when Sylvia’s family started to question whether Jani’rah might have had something to do with her murder. Sylvia’s family didn’t know what type of work she was in to, but they knew Jani’rah was her boss. Jani’rah was taken in for questioning, but nothing was done because the cops had no leads.
That’s old news, Jani’rah thought to herself as she shook off any further thoughts of Sylvia. After another hour in the office, Jani’rah was ready to go home and relax. Melanie handled the rest of the profiling for the other client that called about an escort for the weekend; so business was done for the day. Jani’rah walked out of her office building, which was located in the middle of downtown’s shopping area and headed toward the street for her ride. One would think with the type of business that she ran, that Jani’rah wouldn’t be in such a busy part of town, but she had it all covered. Her office was located upstairs from her storefront that specialized in sex toys and gadgets. She also had a business next door to the store; a pole dancing class. For Jani’rah to have her hands all over the sex industry, she didn’t have a big sexual appetite. She’d only been with one man sexually in her entire thirty-three years on earth.
When Jani’rah reached the Maybach, Hanz, her driver, quickly got out of the car and opened the door for her.
“Where to Ms. J?” he asked as he got back in the driver’s seat.
“Let’s stop by Gotham. I need to check on something.”
“Sure thing Madame!” Hanz replied in a thick Haitian accent. They drove through downtown then up John Street. Hanz made a smooth right up Park Avenue and the car was quiet until they reached their destination—a small club on Wood Avenue named Allure. Hanz hurriedly stepped out of the car and made his way to Jani’rah’s door and opened it for her.
“You’re too good to me Hanz,” she said and touched his cheek. Her Jimmy Choo pumps met the snow-filled concrete as she smoothed over her pin-striped skirt and black mink coat. A black Cadillac pulled in behind her Maybach. Two beefy bodyguards stepped out and walked alongside Jani’rah as they made their way into the club. Everyone greeted her as she entered and scanned the place. Although it was the middle of the day, it was packed with people. The large two-hundred-square-feet dance floor was filled with people that were already buzzed from the assorted liquor the club offered. Jani’rah’s eyes fell on the owner in the corner with a few of the patrons who were too busy black jacking to notice her presence. Her heels click clacked as she made her way over to the game. She instantly became aggravated.
“How can I take you seriously if you’re constantly playing games Lewis?”
The hair on the back of Lewis’s neck stood up on ends at the sound of the smooth, feminine, yet venomous voice that was chastising him. For a month now, he’d been begging Jani’rah for a spot managing the underground factories. However, he kept blowing his chance with his growing addiction to gambling. Every time Jani’rah seemed to pop up, you can bet your ass his nose was in somebody’s game blowing money. She wanted someone with a lucrative attention span; someone that worked with supreme caution and Lewis did not fit the description to manage the underground world Jani’rah had created.
“H…Hi Jani’rah!” Lewis stumbled before standing, rubbing his hands on his jeans, and then stretching his arm toward her for a handshake. Jani’rah s
imply looked at it as if it was covered with shit.
“The club looks good Lewis. Follow me, I think it’s time you see something.”
Jani’rah led the way to the back of the club and Lewis followed suit. His heart raced with excitement as they approached a red door and entered what looked like a dressing room. One of the tall and muscular bodyguards removed a light switch revealing a keypad and then pressed four digits. A tall mirror next to the switch slowly moved up the wall revealing a pass way to red stairs. The bodyguard led the way down the stairs and the others followed. Lewis could not believe the day had finally come. He was actually going to get a glimpse into the underworld. As they approached the bottom stairs, moans could be heard throughout the place. There were two bars in the center and naked woman walking around with trays of assorted liquors. The underworld was decorated comfortably. Black and gold couches and ottomans were scattered about the waiting areas. Cages filled with girls dancing entertained the white-collar patrons waiting their turn in the back area.
All eyes were on Jani’rah as she greeted local politicians, musicians that came to the city to perform at the Webster Arena, business owners, ballers and anyone that made enough money to pay for entrance to the underworld.
“I love the new place Madame!” Mayor Finkch stood acknowledging her. Jani’rah simply nodded her head and smiled. She led the group down a long corridor of rooms. Every room was designed differently, decorated to satisfy each client’s sexual imagination. After each session, a cleaning squad, also known as housekeeping, quickly changed the sheets, bleached and Lysoled the room. After a thorough cleaning, housekeeping lit vanilla or apple-scented candles to prepare the room for the next guest.
Jani’rah led the way to an office in the back. A young woman was located behind a computer tapping away.
“Hello Madame.” Larisse smiled widely. Jani’rah’s bodyguards and Lewis, whom was still excited and now horny from the tour of the underworld, entered and took seats on a leather sectional. Jani’rah kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge of Larisse’s cherry wood desk.
“Lewis is ready to manage one of the underworlds.” Jani’rah announced. Larisse looked at her boss with confusion.
Lewis couldn’t contain his excitement. “I bet I won’t let you down Madame!”
“Yes you will Lewis.” Jani’rah said then walked around the desk and opened a drawer. She pulled a .22 out and Lewis watched nervously as she attached a silencer to it while humming quietly. Jani’rah pulled it up aiming at Lewis’s head and fired two shots bringing him down.
“Muthafucka always gambling! Clean this shit up please.” Jani’rah said as she lowered the gun. “What’s the numbers looking like?” She asked her accountant as a cleaning squad came and took away Lewis’s body.
“Revenue is wonderful, we outdid ourselves by over five hundred thousand since last year,” she replied.
Jani’rah nodded her head. “That’s fantastic! Send a check to Hong Lee’s Karate on Main Street, the kids need new uniforms.”
Her accountant smiled, “Sure thing!”
Jani’rah looked over at Hanz, “Home Sweet home?”
*****
Madame Jani’rah resided in the Brooklawn area. Her house was laid out. As soon as the Maybach approached the fifteen-foot black gates that surrounded her home, they opened inviting the owner in. The car drove up a smooth path that was kept shoveled, clear of the month’s snowstorms. The ten acres of land that served as her front yard looked like a winter wonderland. Christmas lights decorated every tree, snowmen and elves stood side-by-side smiling; there was even a mini house in the front, which was designed to look like Santa’s house at the North Pole.
Jani’rah’s parents had always decorated their home and it was one of the most lit up houses on the block; she made sure to keep the tradition going after they were gone. The car pulled up to the house and Jani’rah stepped out, but she didn’t go inside the house immediately. Instead, she admired her home and stared around her yard. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she said to Hanz not taking her eyes off of the house.
“It is Ms. J; but it’s cold as hell out here. I’ll meet you in the house.” Hanz joked and hurried in. Jani’rah chuckled as Hanz’s three hundred and fifty pound body moved at a fast pace to get out of the cold air.
Hearing a car at her gates, Jani’rah turned to see who was trying to enter. When she saw that it was Bridgeport’s finest, she took her cell phone out and called Hanz to come outside ASAP. “What the hell are they doing here?” Jani’rah said as she pushed in a code on her device to let them drive through the gate.
When they reached the front of her house, the officers stepped out of their cars with serious looks on their faces.
“How may I help you fine gentlemen tonight?” she asked as she put on her million-dollar smile.
Hanz stepped outside of the door. “Is everything alright Ms. J?” When he asked the question one of the officers interceded.
“Ms. Jean, I’m going to need you to come with us downtown.”
Jani’rah thought something had happened in her office. “Is everything alright in my shop officers? I just left there and everything was intact.” Jani’rah said as she walked closer to them.
“I’m afraid there is a huge problem. Now please turn around. You’re under arrest for the operation of an illegal sex ring, human trafficking and the names on your murder list are too many to name right now. You have the right to remain silent…” the officer proceeded to read her Miranda Rights to her as he cuffed her.
“Hanz, call Shimerwitz, tell him I’m off to the station to have stale doughnuts and coffee with the popo.” Jani’rah laughed as she was put into the backseat of the cop car headed to the police precinct. This wasn’t the first time that she’d been through this. She was charged with operating a sex ring once before, but the charges were later dropped, thanks to Judge Florentino who was a recurring customer of hers. But this time Jani’rah would find out that her situation was totally different.
*****
Jani’rah sat on her bunk patiently waiting for the CO’s to tell her that her bond was set and she was free to go. Footsteps caught her attention and she stood, fixing her skirt suit. It was her attorney. Right on time.
“Hi Ms. Jean.” He greeted her as a corrections officer opened the cell and allowed him in.
“Hi yourself, why are you coming in here with me? Aren’t we getting me out?” Jani’rah asked annoyed.
Shimerwitz looked nervously at Jani’rah then focused on his shoes. “Well, um…have a seat Ms. Jean; this is more complicated than usual.”
Jani’rah noticed his nervous expression and became frustrated. This was her attorney; he had gotten her out of tough situations before. What the fuck is the big deal now? She thought to herself. “I don’t want to sit down; I want you to tell me why the fuck we’re standing in this cell!” Jani’rah shouted.
Shimerwitz was used to her verbal abuse, the money was good so he did his job and never complained. “This goes bigger than anything we’ve dealt with before. This is the FBI Jani’rah.”
“So! You’re an attorney; you know how to discredit what they try to throw at me.”
Shimerwiz stared her straight in her eyes, “But there’s a rat. There are videos and recordings of everything. They even have a star witness.” Jani’rah sat on the hard bunk and took in what her attorney just laid on her.
“You have no bond Jani’rah. That was denied. You will have to wait it out in here during trial.” He added, staring away into space.
“What? I’m supposed to accept that?”
“I’m sorry Ms. Jean, there’s not much I can do at this point. We’ll have to fight it out. But…”
“But fucking what?”
“There are actually three witnesses.”
Jani’rah was pissed at what she was hearing. People that were in her circle—her staff—were possibly setting her up. “So who the fuck are they?” Jani’rah asked getting up off the bed and standing f
ace to face with Shimerwitz.
He let out a gulp. “You know I can’t disclose that type of information.” Jani’rah sneered which caused his knees to buckle and he said just a little above a whisper, “But I can send the statements over to Hanz if you’d like.”
Jani’rah smiled. “Thank you.”
Bad Date
Melanie sat in front of her vanity applying Mac lip-gloss to her perky pink lips. She played with the curls in her hair one last time before her phone vibrated and her client informed her he was waiting for her. Let me get this done and over with…ugh! Madame is always putting me with some old son of a bitch with wrinkled balls.
When Melanie first woke up that morning, there was a note taped outside of her bedroom door that she was specifically to take this date and treat him with the best service. He was an important client of Jani’rah’s and was worth millions. Melanie looked over herself one last time then exited her room and walked down the marble stairs that lead to the foyer.
“Have a good one Ms. Melanie.” Hanz said as he held open the front door for her.
“Yeah, Yeah, ain’t nothing fuckin’ good about this.” Melanie rudely replied and stepped out. She jumped in her smoke grey Bentley and hit the highway to Greenwich. She was already on strike one. It was a thirty-minute drive and her phone was buzzing with calls from her impatient date.
“Hold your horses dammit!” Melanie said to herself. She turned on her GPS once she got off the exit. He was from Captain Island and she wasn’t familiar with that territory. She drove past rows and rows of beautiful houses and mansions.
I can’t wait for the day when I won’t have to suck dick to live comfortably in one of these!
She loved working for the escort service, but she knew there was more to Jani’rah’s background then just being her Madame. She’s heard the rumors, but never dared ask her boss about any of it. Jani’rah was strict, but very professional, and the money was right. The cold-blooded monster the streets portrayed her to be just didn’t sit right with Melanie. You never know though!
