by K'wan
“Is that her?” Melissa asked, pointing out the window to a young girl coming down the street, with a young dude. She was a thick dark-skinned chick, who had a booty so big that it looked like it was going to burst the seam of her tight skirt. An expensive-looking purse dangled from her arm. They were both carrying bags from different clothing stores like they had just come from shopping.
Chucky peered through the window. She had gained a bit of weight and now wore her hair cut short, but it was definitely Karen. “Yeah, that’s the bitch,” he said in a low growl. Karen passed so close by him that Chucky could smell her perfume through the partially cracked window. If she had but turn her head even the slightest bit, she would’ve seen him in the car, lying in wait, but Karen was more focused on her boy toy and her gifts. Same old Karen. Seeing her again brought back the old hatred and it was hard for Chucky to keep himself from jumping out and blasting her on the spot. He had reacted based on emotions once when it came to Karen, which is what put him on the shit list in the first place, and he wouldn’t make the same mistake gain.
“So what do you wanna do?” Rissa asked nervously. She was all for giving Karen a good beating, but the rage in Chucky’s eyes said he wanted to take things a step further.
“Just hold tight for a minute. I got a plan,” Chucky said, leaning back in his seat.
When Karen walked into Mike’s apartment the first thing she did was kick off the heels she was wearing. Her feet were killing her. The stiletto heels were cute, but hardly made for spending hours walking through the mall. The only reason she wore them was because she knew they turned Mike on. When she was wearing the right heels, she could get him to do just about anything she wanted.
Mike was a dude Karen had met not long after she relocated to Scranton after double-crossing Chucky. Karen had mixed feelings about what she had done. She was a street chick, tried and tested so snitching was never an option, but Chucky had hurt her and she needed to hurt him back. At first she thought about turning the gun over to the police, but that would’ve raised too many questions and could’ve possibly led to her incriminating herself in the process. She couldn’t turn Chucky over to the judge, so instead she gave him to the executioner, Ramses.
The minute she gave the gun over to Ramses and told him what Chucky had done, she regretted it. She knew that he would have Chucky killed for what he had done, but what she hadn’t thought about at the time was her role in it and the fact that her knowing what was about to go down would make her a liability. Ramses wasn’t a man who left witnesses to his evil and Karen knew that as soon as they were done with Chucky they’d likely want to get rid of her too, just to be on the safe side. Ramses had given her several thousand dollars for her trouble and told her that he would send a private car to her house to pick her up and get her out of town, but Karen knew that was bullshit. If she got in any car Ramses sent she would never get out again. She thanked him, took his money, and hopped the first bus out of town.
Coming to Scranton was the result of fleeing New York without a solid plan. Karen hadn’t done much traveling outside of New York in her life so she had no idea where to go. That’s when she remembered her family in Scranton. She knew if she kicked her aunt a few dollars, she would let Karen stick around for a while until she figured out her next move.
Karen also had cousins down there who were about her age. It had been one of her cousins who introduced her to Mike. At the time it had been the cousin who Mike was seeing, but it didn’t take long for Karen to seduce him and steal Mike from the cousin. It was a grimy move, but Karen didn’t care. In her world it was survival of the fittest and she needed what Mike had to offer more than her cousin did.
Karen stealing her cousin’s man didn’t go over well with the family and they put Karen out on the streets. Her homelessness didn’t last long, because Mike happily moved her in with him. It was a small one-bedroom apartment in a rough section of town, but it beat sleeping in the streets or at a homeless shelter.
Outside of meeting Mike, Karen’s time in Scranton hadn’t had many high points. The town was slow, and the men were slower. She was used to the hustle and bustle of Harlem, and though Scranton had a few hot spots they all failed in comparison to what she was used to in New York. Still, she was stuck down there so she had to make the best of it, which is where Mike came in. He was a local dope boy who had dreams of being Scarface. Mike was hardly moving any major weight, in comparison to some of the guys she had dated in New York, but he was a big deal in the town. Mike wasn’t very attractive, and was about as interesting as tenth grade algebra, but her provided her with a source of income and a roof over her head, so he would do; at least until something better came along.
“Damn, looks like you bought the whole fucking mall out.” Mike set the bags down on the living room floor.
“You mean you bought the mall out,” Karen said slyly. “That’s why I fuck with you, Mike. You really know how to treat a girl.”
“Anything I wear on my arm has got to look good, from my women to my watches.” Mike hiked his sleeve to show off the diamond watch he was wearing. It was the one thing he had bought for himself on their little shopping trip. He didn’t particularly like the watch and thought that the price was too steep, but Karen seemed to like it. Sucking it up, he dropped the bread on the timepiece. He would likely be on the block hustling around the clock for a week to make the money back he’d spent on it.
“I’m going to jump in the shower right quick and when I come out I’m going to show you how much I appreciate your generosity, Mike.” Karen went into the bathroom.
“Don’t be in there all day,” Mike called after her. No sooner than Karen had closed the bathroom door, Mike started coming out of his clothes. Karen was a stone-cold freak and every time he took her shopping she showed him some new sexual trick. After what he had dropped at the mall that day, she better had pulled out all the stops.
Mike was just wiggling out of his pants, when he heard someone knock on the door. “Fuck,” he cursed, sliding his pants back on. He didn’t know who it was, but unless it was the white dude from Publishers Clearing House with a check, he was going to get rid of them with the quickness.
Angrily, Mike snatched the door open, ready to bark on whoever was on the other side. He found himself staring at an attractive older woman wearing a tight skirt and sheer top, and no bra. Her brown nipples stared at Mike from beneath the thin fabric.
“I’m sorry to bother you, sugar, but my car ran out of gas down the street. I need to call Triple A, but I don’t have a cell phone. Do you have a phone I can use?” Maggie asked.
“Sure, come on in and I’ll grab my cell phone.” Mike stepped back to let her in. When Maggie passed he took a long, hard look at her ass. Mike instructed Maggie to have a seat while he retrieved his cell from the kitchen counter and handed it to her.
Mike stepped off to the side to give her some privacy while she used the phone. This also allowed him the opportunity to size her up. While she talked on the phone, she crossed one leg over the other, causing her skirt to rise up on her hips. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Mike’s brain screamed, working girl. He knew all the prostitutes in that area, but she was a new face. He and Karen had talked about having threesomes before, and she promised him they could have one soon and it looked like soon had finally arrived.
“Shit,” Maggie cursed as she ended the call.
“Everything good, sweetie?” Mike asked.
“No, not really. My Triple A is expired. I forgot to renew it last month. I don’t know what I’m going to do now,” Maggie said in a defeated tone.
“Is there anyone you can call to come and get you?” Mike asked.
“No, I’m from Maryland. All my family is down there. I’m going to see if I can maybe call my baby daddy to Western Union me a few dollars, but I hate asking that asshole for anything,” Maggie said.
“Maybe I can help out,” Mike suggested.
“Thanks, but I don’t do handouts,”
Maggie said, faking offense.
“I can respect that,” Mike told her. A few seconds past, with them just staring at each other trying to figure out what the next move was. “I have a suggestion, and if I’m out of line, I apologize. I was thinking maybe we can work out some type of arrangement.” Mike looked at her suggestively.
Maggie’s eyes widened as if she was just realizing what he was implying. “Baby, you cute and all, but I’m not giving up my pussy for a few dollars in gas money.”
“Even for five hundred dollars?” Mike asked. At the mention of money he saw the thirsty look in Maggie’s eyes. “Look, ma, it’s my girl’s birthday,” he lied. “I’ve been promising her a threesome for the longest and I think it’ll make a great present.”
“Wait, I thought you meant just fucking you, but if you want me to do some girl-on-girl shit it’s gonna cost you extra,” Maggie told him.
“How much?” Mike asked excitedly.
“A thousand.”
Mike frowned. “That’s a lot of money for some pussy.”
“You presented the idea, not me. Tell you what, give me eight hundred and I’ll even bring my sister into it, but you gotta cum quick. We can’t be here all day.”
“Say no more.” Mike rubbed his hands greedily. “Where’s your sister?”
As if in answer to his question there was a second knock on the door. “That’s probably her right there, wondering what’s taking me so long. I’d better let her in.” She prepared to get up, but Mike motioned for her to stay put.
“I got it, baby. Just sit tight.” Mike walked to the door, thinking about all the fun he was about to have. If the woman’s sister looked anything like her they were about to have one hell of a party. He didn’t know how Karen would feel about him springing it on her, but he didn’t care. Whether she was with it or not, Mike planned on fucking the woman. Karen could get with the program or get gone, but nobody was going to deny him his glory.
When Mike undid the lock the door came crashing open. Before he could figure out what was going on, something heavy crashed into the side of his head, sending him spilling to the floor. Clutching his bloody head, Mike looked up and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun held by a man he didn’t know.
“What the fuck is this?” Mike barked.
“For now, a simple home invasion, but if you decide to get cute”—Chucky cocked his pistol—“it can very easily turn into a homicide. Now where’s your bitch?”
Karen stepped out of the shower smelling good and feeling better. After running in and out of stores all day, she was fatigued and feeling a bit sticky. The hot shower was just what she needed to give her a second wind. Beyond the bathroom door, she thought she heard Mike talking to someone, so she pressed her ear to the door and listened. All was silent. Figuring he was probably talking on the phone, she went back to the business of drying herself.
From one of the bags she had brought into the bathroom with her, she pulled out the outfit she planned on wearing for Mike. It was a pink corset, complete with garters and crotchless panties. She’d owned something similar when she was living in New York and Chucky used to go wild when she put it on. She was hoping that it had the same effect on Mike.
After putting on the outfit, she slipped her feet into a pair of furry, high-heeled slippers. After giving herself the once-over in the mirror to make sure she was presentable, Karen prepared to make her presence felt. She had just touched the bathroom doorknob, preparing to turn it when she felt a cold chill in her bones. Her grandmother used to say that it was a sign that someone had just walked over your grave. Shrugging off silly superstitions, Karen opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.
The first thing that caught her attention was the smell of cigarette smoke. Karen smoked, but Mike didn’t and always made her go outside if she was smoking anything other than weed, so it was odd that the smell would be in the house. Karen continued down the hall toward the living room. As she neared the living room, she noticed that some of the outfits she had just bought were no longer in the bag. Some were on the floor while other pieces were strewn over the arm off the couch. “What the fuck?” Karen mumbled under her breath. She didn’t know what Mike was snooping for in her bags, but she was about to check his ass.
When she rounded the corner, her jaw dropped. Standing in the middle of the living room were two women who she didn’t know, trying on her brand new clothes. Mike sat on the couch nearby with a terrified expression on his face. Karen didn’t understand what was going on, but when she saw Chucky standing by the door, holding a gun, everything became abundantly clear.
“Hey, baby girl,” Chucky greeted her with an evil grin.
Karen felt a bit of pee squirt from her and run down her leg at the sight of Chucky. It only took a few seconds for her legs to receive the signal her brain was sending and she bolted for the bedroom. From the sound of heavy footfalls behind her she knew that Chucky was on her ass. She glided in the furry heels as if they were sneakers, trying desperately to make it to the bedroom and the gun she knew Mike kept stashed in there. If she could get to it, she would level the playing field. She had made it within mere feet of the door, when she felt a sharp pain in her head.
“Not so fast, bitch,” Chucky told her, dragging her back down the hall by her hair. Karen kicked, scratched, and spat at Chucky, but he would not release his grip. She found her opening and tried to kick him in the nuts, but he moved at the last second and the kick ended up landing on his thigh. This seemed to only infuriate Chucky. He lifted her to her feet by her hair and punched her in the face. After that everything went black.
Karen wasn’t sure how long she had been out, but it had to have been awhile because it was afternoon when she came in from shopping and now the sun was starting to set. Her jaw throbbed from where Chucky had punched her and she could feel that her lip was swollen. A bruised jaw and swollen lip were the least of her concerns though.
Sitting on the couch next to Karen was Mike. He was looking at the floor, too ashamed to meet her gaze. She couldn’t really see his face, but from the way his body heaved up and down she knew he was silently sobbing. For all the tough shit he talked, she couldn’t believe that he was now crying like a bitch in the face of danger. It was pathetic. Sitting on the arm of the chair was the younger of the two girls Karen had saw trying on her clothes. She was wearing Karen’s BCBG dress, and smoking a cigarette. Karen trembled when the ashes fell onto the dress, and the girl wiped them away, leaving a nasty-looking smudge. Her eyes went to the middle of the living room and landed on the man of the hour: their uninvited guest, Chucky.
She didn’t know if she was more shocked at the fact that he was still alive or that he had found her. No one knew where she was except her mother, and Karen was sure that she hadn’t told it. That only left her brother Charlie. He was the only one she could think of who had their head shoved so far up Chucky’s ass that they would betray a family member. She promised herself that if she survived the encounter, she was going to kill him, sibling or not.
“Do you know how long I’ve been trying to track you down?” Chucky asked. Karen didn’t answer. “Oh, you’re quiet now, but you had plenty to say when you were telling Ramses my business. Of all the people in the world, I’d have never expected you to betray me, Karen. I guess that’s what I get for putting my trust in a scurvy bitch such as yourself.”
“You’ve got some nerve coming in here trying to chastise me about loyalty after what you did, Chucky. Of all the girls in the world you could’ve thought to sleep with, did it have to be my friend?” Karen asked emotionally.
Chucky laughed. “Friend? Girl, you throw that word around far too loosely. Persia wasn’t no more your friend than I am. You talked about Persia like a dog every chance you got. Everybody knew you hated her and so did she, which is probably why she gave me the pussy so freely.” Chucky was speculating about the last part, but he did it to rub salt in the wound.
“So, what are you going to do now, kill
me?” Karen asked.
“After a time, I guess I will, but not before I’ve had my fun. Yo,” Chucky called to the bedroom. A few seconds later, out walked the older of the two girls Karen had seen trying her clothes on. She was as naked as the day she was born and carrying a rolling pin. Karen wasn’t sure what she was going to do with it, but she doubted if she planned on using it to make cookies.
“Chucky, don’t do this, please,” Karen pleaded.
“Save your pleas, because I got no mercy for a rank skank like you, Karen. You tried to fuck me, so I’m gonna have my bitch fuck you. Now come up out all that cute shit and show me some skin,” Chucky ordered.
“Chucky, please—” Karen began, but was cut off when he slapped her viciously in the face.
“Whore, don’t make me tell you again,” Chucky hissed.
With tears in her eyes, Karen did as she was told and took off her outfit. There was a time when her being naked in front of Chucky felt natural, but not anymore. It was like him even seeing her naked made her feel dirty and violated.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” Chucky said, tugging at his dick through his jeans. “Now lie back on the couch and spread them fucking legs.” Karen did as she was told, but her hands shook so bad she was having trouble holding her legs up on her own. “Help her out,” Chucky told Mike.
“I can’t,” Mike said just above a whisper.
Chucky closed the distance between him and Mike, placing his gun to the frightened man’s head. “You gonna hold them legs up or when I’m done with her, I’m gonna give you a taste too.”
