Miss Wayne and the Queens of DC (The Cartel Publications Presents)

by Styles, T.

  Ball

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  The ball was off the hook! I worked the hell out of my walk and my gown stunned everybody. Finally, after so many years, I was awarded the category I always deserved! I’m finally legendary bitches!

  After I accepted my crown and check, I hug Adrian and Dayshawn. We’re jumping up and down like I just won Prom Queen!

  “You did it, Miss Wayne! You finally did it!” Miss Adrian says.

  I’m on cloud nine and couldn’t believe we also won the ‘Best House’ category thanks to my LA chapter. Those queens came out here and killed the walk, bitch! Do you hear me? They worked it! Twerked it and twisted it in so many ways, I wonder if they still got bones. Miss Dayshawn and Adrian did their thing too and together we showed that the House of Dreams is here to stay!

  In my excitement, I was really surprised when Queen Ocean walked up to me to give her congratulations. “Congrats, diva! You killed it.” She gave me one air kiss on each side of my face.

  “Thank you honey,” I say giving him the fake hug we passed out so many times just because at these balls. “The House of Diamonds represented too.”

  “That may be true but the real diva and the real house won. I never saw you walk like that before…you really did burn down the competition, me included.”

  When I look into his eyes, I know he’s serious.

  “I appreciate it, Ocean. I thank you for the letter too, that shit came in handy.”

  “To tell you the truth I don’t even know what it says…I didn’t open it, out of respect for Big Boody.”

  I smile and I say, “Well take care. Let me go celebrate with my girls. You know how it is, the party’s really just beginning.”

  When Ocean left, I couldn’t get over how much respect I was getting from the other houses. It was very surprising. Because trust me when I say fights usually break out quicker than pimples on a teenagers face at these things. It can get real ugly and queens have been murdered fucking around in the ball circuit.

  As I get myself together preparing to leave, I smile when I see Miss Dayshawn walking toward me with Adrian directly behind him.

  “We’re on our way to the after party at the Embassy Suites in DC. You going right?” Miss Day asks.

  “Yeah, but I’ma stop by the house first. I gotta change clothes.”

  “Wear what you have on.”

  “Naw…I wanna be comfortable.”

  “Okay…” he says looking at me longer than usual. “I just want to say, thank you for taking that murder shit off my hands. I can’t tell you how much happier I am now that I don’t have to worry about it. What did you do to get Tyrone to take the rap?”

  I never told Miss Dayshawn about the football player or what was in the letter Brandy gave me. Some things a girl has to keep to herself.

  I look around me and say, “Remember when I said don’t bring that shit up ever again, I mean it Day. It’s over and you were never there as far as we’re concerned.”

  I can’t lie; he’s making me mad a little. He’s talking more about the murder than he did before I knew about it. I wish he just dropped it.

  “You’re right…but thank you again.” He says hugging me. “I’m gonna repay you for this shit one day watch. You’ll see.”

  “Bye, Day!”

  Adrian walks up to me and hugs me one last time before yelling at Dayshawn, “Let’s go! I want to shake me chi-chi-ka-ka tonight honey! Chris is meeting me there too and I can’t wait to get some dick finally.”

  “I’m glad to see ya’ll back together…go head. I’ll meet you there.”

  I’m still smiling until I see the handsome face of the next person who embraces me. In fact, I believe I feel my heart flutter.

  “I know I should have asked first…but can I get a hug too?”

  He was someone I hadn’t seen in a long time…Mr. Officer D. Hurts. Back in the day, he was investigating the murder of a girl my best friend Sky killed at this party we all went to. Me and the officer had a thing on the side, fucked a few times and even grabbed a few bites to eat…but in the end, the flames died. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember which one of us caused the split. It could’ve been me because after Sky’s murder, I was depressed. Or maybe he had a wife or a girlfriend! Who knows…and better yet…who cares?! He’s here in front of me right now looking like a million bucks and that’s all that mattered.

  “Wayne…damn you look sexy. How have you been, baby?”

  “I’m good,” I smile happy he saw me on the most beautiful night of my life. Honey the face is beat, my gown is stunning and thanks to Adrian keeping the drinks flowing, I feel on top of the world.

  “Well I think you are better than good. But that’s just my opinion.”

  I blush. “What are you doing here? Mr. Officer D. Hurts.”

  “I’m doing security for the event. Basically making a little money on the side. It’s tough livin’ on a cop’s salary alone.”

  Aww shit. This nigga’s broke and that’s my cue to not even be bothered. Gone are the days in which I take care of a grown ass man.

  “So I started my own security company.” He continues. “And we’ve been pretty successful ever since. It’s just a matter of time before I leave the police department to run my business full time.”

  Scratch that…he’s got it goin’ on and I love it.

  “Well, you look good too,” I say observing the black slacks he wore with his powder blue v-neck cashmere sweater. “I’m glad to see you didn’t let yourself go.”

  “Thanks, beautiful. But I could say the same about you.”

  I blush.

  The chemistry between us is on crazy and I haven’t felt this way in a long time.

  “Look, what are you about to do? I mean, you mind if I take you to get a bite to eat? That is if you don’t have plans with anyone else.” He pauses and says, “Fuck that…I know somethin’ as fine as you not goin’ home alone tonight. So cancel plans with him and get with me. Cool?”

  Up until that moment I forgot all about Ryan. You see, we were supposed to hook up at the after party. Now all I’m thinking is…FUCK RYAN!

  “You’re right, I don’t have any plans I can’t change,” I say. “But let me step to the side and make a quick phone call.”

  “I’ll be waiting over there,” he says touching the small of my back. “But don’t keep me waiting too long.”

  He did it! The one thing I love a man to do and he did it. I quickly dial Ryan’s number. “Ryan…where are you?” I ask hearing a bunch of noise in the background.

  “Waiting on you. You ready to come celebrate with me? I heard you won the ball and before you say anything, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.”

  It figures. I thought.

  “Actually I’m calling to tell you I can’t see you tonight. I’m kinda tired and want to go home and rest. I’m sorry.”

  “Why…is everything okay?” He asks angrily. “Is it something I did?”

  “No…just tired with everything that has been goin’ on in my life lately. You know how it is.”

  “Well let me come over to take care of you. Cook you some dinner or somethin’.”

  “Ryan…I can’t. Okay? I’ll call you later.”

  “Well…I guess I’ll get up with you later then.” I hit the end button so quickly I forget who I was even talking to.

  “I’m ready,” I say to Officer D. Hurts. Damn do I love a man in a uniform. “You don’t mind me wearing this for the rest of the night do you? I have my coat in my car if you don’t want people knowin’ you hangin’ out with a drag queen.”

  “To me you couldn’t be more sexy. Just the way that you are,” he continues.

  I didn’t think it was possible for me to have more fun than I already had tonight. What a perfect ending to an amazing night. For some reason I think that it will be a night that I will never forget.

  Across The Room

  Wayne unknowingly walks out of the ball and past Ryan who is standing in th
e corner with a bouquet of flowers. His feelings were beyond hurt when he saw him leave with another man. To say he was enraged was an understatement. Ryan didn’t want Wayne to know that he’d seen the entire ball and wanted to surprise him. Now it looked as if he would never get his chance to show him how much he cared.

  “Well hello there,” a queen says walking up to Ryan, who turned around to see Wayne all hugged up on Officer D. Hurts. “Are those flowers for me?”

  Ryan staring at the Wayne doesn’t hear the queen at first.

  “I said are those for me?” The queen persists.

  “What?!” he screams looking at the pretty drag queen for the first time.

  “Oooo, a rude boy? You just my type. Mean and fine!”

  When he says that, Ryan cocks his fist back and steals him in the face so hard, he passes out.

  “Fuckin’ faggots! Love playing games!” he says rubbing his knuckles. He throws the flowers on him and spits in his face. “You lucky I don’t take you out of here and gag you wit’ my dick like I do the rest of ‘em. Consider yourself lucky.”

  Ryan didn’t care if anyone saw him. He had one thing on his mind, making Wayne pay for hurting his feelings. And he wouldn’t stop until he had done just that.

  Attempted Murder

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  When I got home, it was about 3:00 in the morning and the house was completely empty. Tyrone was in the hospital and Adrian and Day were at the after party so I was all alone.

  And all I could think was that I never felt more attractive than I did with Officer D. Hurts. In my entire life. He took me to dinner, sexed me in the car, took me to eat again and kissed me passionately for ten minutes before I left him. If you had been a fly on the window, you would’ve thought we were lovers all our lives. I hadn’t even made it to my room before he was calling my phone.

  “You safe?” Officer D. Hurts asks when I walk into the house. The living room is still dark and I flop on my couch.

  “Why…you gonna come save me or somethin’?” “I want to do more than just save you, Wayne. I’m ready to be serious about you. Only when you’re ready though.”

  I laugh. “We’ll see how you act in the morning. I know how you guys are at night when passion runs deep.”

  “The morning? I already fucked that pretty ass of yours and I’m still saying the same thing I said in your ear. I want you to be mine. I’m tired of fuckin’ around with you.”

  My stomach flutters again and I wish he stops driving me crazy.

  “Well you keep treatin’ me the way that you did tonight and we’ll see.”

  “I can show you better than I can tell you,” he says.

  “I don’t know about all that, Officer. But I do know I’m about to get in bed. Call me tomorrow?”

  “No doubt. And make sure you’re thinking of me while you’re resting that pretty little head of yours.”

  “I will.”

  “Bye, beautiful.”

  When I walk into the hallway, I lean against the wall with the phone pressed to my chest. I swear I feel like a teenage girl right now. That man thrills me!

  I was just about to turn my cell phone off, when I see a voicemail from an unknown caller. The time shows that the call came in when I was at the ball so I see how I missed it. Still, I was curious so I hit the playback button.

  “Mr. Peterson, I really needed you to answer the phone tonight. First off I want to thank you for your help in the case of Juan Anders. His family is indebted to you. However, when we finally got the warrant to exhume the body at the location given to us in Baltimore, the body wasn’t there. Now I hate to involve you in this case again but since Tyrone isn’t talking or even willing to help, we need you. Please call me or Officer Adesene soon as possible. You have my number.”

  When I hang up, for some reason I feel eerie and bumps rise on the back of my neck. Thinking my uncomfortable feeling was because of the call, I walk deeper into my dark house. And when I enter my room, I hear an inner voice. I know it’s crazy but I swear it sounded like Miss Daffany saying, ‘Please leave, Miss Wayne! Leave now! You’re not safe here.’

  “Girl, relax!” I say to myself.

  “I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason why the body wasn’t where it should’ve been. And in the morning I can help them find out why.”

  When I first came home I was still going to the after party at the Embassy Suites. But I decide against it because I’m drained. Instead, I get into bed without washing up, something I never do.

  “Don’t worry, Wayne, you’ll take a nice long bath first thing in the morning.” I say.

  I’m under the covers for five minutes before I remember all the nasty things I did tonight. And how Officer D. Hurts bent me over the edge of the car, and pumped himself in and out of my warm, waiting body. Then I think about how I dropped to my knees and sucked his dick dry.

  So I hop out of bed, take my clothes off and take a nice long bath. I’m a freak but I’m not trying to sleep in my shame either. When I’m clean, I slide into a white teddy with matching silk panties. Once under the covers, I feel something cold and hairy next to my leg. Pushing the covers off my body, I gasp when I see the decapitated head of the boy who had died in my house earlier that the week.

  “Ahhhhhhhh!” I scream jumping out of bed.

  Then I see Ryan walk through my bedroom door, his white t-shirt covered in brown dirt. His eyes are bugged out and he looks like a zombie. When he runs up to me and places his entire weight on my body, he knocks me to the floor. I try my hardest to fight him off but he’s overpowering me, and considering how strong I am, this is no easy feat.

  “What are you doing?!” I scream hitting him wildly. “Why are you in my fuckin’ house?!”

  “Shut up you fuckin’ tease!” he says stealing me in my throat so hard, I’m no longer able to make a sound.

  “You wanna play games with me, huh?” He asks pulling my hair and throwing me on the only chair in my room. On some sort of sick ass mission, he ties my arms and legs to the body of the chair. “After all the shit I did for you…you give somebody else what belongs to me. This is why I can’t stand fuckin’ faggies! You play too many games!”

  He rips my satin nightgown off, pushes my panties to the side and rams four fingers in my ass. My legs tense up and sweat pours down my face. For some reason, I wonder if this is how Tyrone felt when I sent someone to take care of him. I guess I should’ve thought about how I treated people, good, bad or indifferent before I dished it out.

  “You fuckin’ whore!” he continues ramming his fingers in and out of my body. Fingernails scrapping my inside. Nervous and scared, I partially release my bowels and feces cover his hands. Crazed and insane, he licks the shit off his fingers and stares at me wildly.

  “You had him inside of you, didn’t you? I can taste him.” When I don’t speak he says, “Answer the fuckin’ question!”

  Again I try to speak, but soon realize he may have crushed my windpipe from when he hit me the first time. I only pray that I will be able to continue to breathe. Feeling my breaths go shallow, I inhale and exhale very slowly while trying my damndest to remain calm.

  “Why you make me add you to the list of faggies I hate huh?” he asks walking around the chair. “Why you make me do this to you even though I didn’t want to?”

  “Please don’t kill me,” I mouth, no sound leaving my lips. “Please.”

  Tears run down my face and he uses his soiled hand to wipe them away. I smell my own bowel on my face and I feel nauseous.

  Reaching behind his back, he removes a metal ball hooked to a strap from his pants then jams it into my mouth, shattering a few of my teeth. I immediately piss myself.

  “You’re not going to believe the things I’m going to do to you. First I’m going to fuck you like I know you want to be fucked. Then I’m going to decide if I’m gonna keep you around as my slave or kill you like I did the others. They gave me the name the Drag Queen Slayer, when I should’ve been called Justic
e Slayer. I think that would have been a better fit don’t you?”

  Oh my, God! He’s the person who’s been running around murdering gay men. It wasn’t Queen Paul after all. They arrested the wrong man for some shit he did.

  “Look at your thick pretty legs…I wonder how they’ll taste if I eat them.”

  I never imagined this happening. I don’t want to die like this…not when I have so much to live for. My mind races and I look up at the ceiling so I won’t have to see the horror in his eyes in my last minutes alive.

  When out of nowhere, he hits me in the face so hard, blood fills my mouth and I start choking. Trying to breathe, I swallow my blood and choke wildly.

  “What the fuck were you just thinking about when you were looking up there? Are you trying to hatch some fuckin’ plan to escape? Don’t fuck with me, Wayne! You got a better chance of doing what I tell you to do and living, than anything else.”

  I start coughing and he pulls the ball from my mouth to allow the blood to pour out. I bend down and cough harder to clear my throat. When he the thinks I’m fine, he slams the ball back into my mouth shattering more of my teeth.

  “Now I can’t have you dying on me now can I? I need you to stay around, Wayne. Don’t you want to stay with me?”

  Tears run down my face but I know they are useless. The only thing I can do is make peace with my fate. And for some reason, when I close my eyes, I see Miss Daffany and Miss Sky smiling at me. They are waiting on me and I feel a sense of peace knowing that I have angels waiting in heaven. I guess I’m not alone even in my darkest hour after all.

  “It’s okay, Miss Wayne. Everything is okay.” Says Miss Daffany.

  “We love you and want you to know that everything will work out at the right time.” Says Sky. “Trust in God and remember your faith.”

  The moment she says that, I’m struck over the head with an iron baseball bat.

  Two Hours Later

  When I come back to consciousness, I see that he placed the dead boy’s head on my bedroom dresser, his body on the floor directly below it. I close my eyes and cry silently.