by Tanya Ridley
Thirty minutes, after our encounter, Rodney offered me twenty dollars to keep my mouth shut, and of course I took it. If keepin’ a secret was going to get me money, then I was all for it. I guess he started to become addicted to my sex because before I knew it, my hush money was increased to fifty dollars, and weeks later it turned into a hundred. By the time I turned sixteen, I was makin’ two hundred dollars every time my mother left us alone. This was my first experience at the game.
In time, I think my mother suspected that Rodney and I were havin’ sex wit’ each other, but she was so insecure that she didn’t even say anythin’. My mother always allowed men to treat her like shit anyway, and she used pussy to try to keep them around and help her with the bills. And I guess since Rodney was payin’ our rent, it was best to overlook the things that he did with me. Rodney cheated on my mother with everyone, and sometimes he did it so blatant and openly, that it embarrassed my mother and she would be the talk of the hood. I mean, Rodney had women being so disrespectful that they would call our crib and ask for him knowin’ my mother was home. There were even a few times where I had to curse a few bitches out, for disrespectin’ my mother like that.
I was young, feisty and didn’t give a fuck. I had a fierce reputation around my way as being a badass, and gettin’ paper was my specialty. I ran with a female crew that was just as rough and wild as me. We shoplifted, smoked weed and drank all day, and even sold drugs on the side for the local dealers. Even though Diamond and I were friends, her mother and brother kept her on a tight leash, so she couldn’t do shit.
By the time I was seventeen, I already had two abortions, got locked up twice, and cut a niggah across his face for callin’ me a hoe one night at a club. I was proud of the permanent scare I left on his face to remember me by. Eventually my mother kicked me out of the house, and I had to move out on my own. It wasn’t until I met O.C. that I really started makin’ what I call real dough.
So do you wanna get a room?” Black asked, interruptin’ my trip down memory lane for the second time.
“Oh, yeah sure,” I responded. I was gettin’ a bit irritated, but I didn’t want him to notice. I had to make sure I was sweet and polite until I was able to pull off my plan. Seconds later, I began to think about my money makin’ history again.
One night when I went to pick up Diamond from her bullshit job at Body Tap, I met, O.C., the man who changed everythin’. I had thought about strippin’ a few times, and even though strippers made a lot of money, I knew I could make more on the streets, so swingin’ on poles and grindin’ on niggahs for a few dollars wasn’t my thing. Besides, I liked to fuck for my money sometimes, and that wasn’t a part of the dumb ass club rules. As I waited for Diamond to finish her set, I was head over heels when I saw O.C.’s fine ass enter the building. I knew from the moment he walked in that he had major funds, so I had to have him. Needless to say I kept a close eye on him the entire time. After he received a bullshit lap dance from one of Diamond’s co-workers, he gave her some money then stood up to leave. That was my cue to show him what I had, so I followed him to the parkin’ lot and made my move. Thirty minutes later, I had him right where I wanted him, and before the night was over, we were fuckin’ in his beautiful mansion in Alpharetta. I made sure to suck his dick like a mutha-fuckin’ porn-star.
I collected three grand from him that night, and surprisingly he had me open. Not just because of his pockets, but his demeanor too. O.C. was a straight thug and a get money niggah that turned me on, and in time I became his girl. O.C. spoiled me, and I got down with his crew who not only moved kilos, but robbed dudes as well. Sometimes they would use me as their front girl to get at certain niggahs, which always paid well. I learned a lot from O.C. and began applyin’ my skills to the streets. Before long, I didn’t need O.C. anymore and eventually started my own jackin’ business. But soon, the work got to be too much, and that’s when I hooked up with Diamond. I needed a fresh face in the game, and she was beautiful. It also didn’t hurt that she came from the streets like me, and was about gettin’ money. I knew that I needed a partner in this game who was just as good as me to have my back. Now with every score, we keep gettin’ better, and I wasn’t gonna stop until the streets made me.
“You’re my kind of girl, Precious. I’m lovin’ you right now,” Black said, once again bringin’ me back to reality. He still hadn’t taken his hand away from my nest.
“Thanks, I have that affect on people,” I returned.
I looked over at Black, who had a huge grin. Too bad this dude doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into. It was clear that he was sprung. Little did he know I was setting his ass up for the steal, and he would soon be my next mark.
Chapter 5
Diamond
The party at the Hyatt was off the hook; almost everyone came through for a good time. The crowd was urban, but classy, and the guys were impressive. If I hadn’t been there to scope Scottie out, then I could’ve easily targeted another one of his friends. They all looked like they had six figures. I had expected Mya to show up, but I guess she got caught up with one of her many special friends.
I continued to get to know Scottie and he loved every minute of my time. He made me laugh even if a lot of things he said were corny, but by three a.m. I was ready to go. Scottie suggested that he pay for a room so I didn’t have to drive home, but I politely turned him down, “Maybe next time,” I said.
To my surprise he was cool with my response and didn’t press the issue. Any other niggah would’ve practically begged for some pussy. We exchanged phone numbers, and both promised to call each other soon, then ended the night with a soft kiss on my cheek. Scottie seemed like a nice guy, so a part of me was starting to hate that he was another score.
I hadn’t even been in my car for a minute when my cell phone started ringing. A smile appeared on my face because at the time I thought it was Scottie calling to check on me, but when I looked at the caller ID the name, Mya appeared on the screen.
“What’s up, girl?”
“Diamond, I need you right now?” she said, in a desperate tone.
“Why, are you in some kind of trouble?” I began to wonder what she’d gotten herself into while I was in the club.
“Nah, I got a niggah for us to get at right now,” she stated.
“What?”
“Yeah, this baller I met outside of Visions. He’s from New York, and got plenty of fuckin’ money. I can see the bulge in his pocket.”
“Mya, it’s almost four in the morning, I’m about to head home,” I replied. I hadn’t had much sleep lately and needed to catch up on some major beauty rest.
“Look, he’s goin’ back to New York tomorrow, so it’s now or never. We can’t fuck around and let a perfect hit get away,” she replied.
“How you wanna play it?” I asked nonchalantly, finally giving in. She was right; you can never be too tired to get money. I didn’t have any kids, so I could catch up on my rest later.
“We about to get a room and do our thing.”
I couldn’t believe what she’d just said. “So let me get this straight. You’re gonna fuck him first?”
“Hell yeah, I ain’t tryin’ to waste some good dick. Besides, he’s been makin’ me horny all damn night, so this is how we’re gonna do this. When we get to the room, I’m gonna text you the hotel location and our room number. It’ll probably be a lil’ after four once we get settled in and I start doin’ what I do best. Once I text you, come to the hotel exactly thirty minutes after that. I’m gonna slide the cardkey under the door, so when you walk in, you can just point the heat at him and from there it’s, payday,” Mya said.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Diamond, I’m gonna be fuckin’ this niggah so hard, he ain’t even gonna know what city he’s in after I’m done. Trust me I know what I’m doin’.”
“Cool, I’ll see you in a little while,” I responded.
I hung up and started my car. Even though I didn’t have the slig
htest idea which hotel Mya was gonna be at, I wanted to get away from the Hyatt, just in case I ran into Scottie. I drove to Piedmont Street and decided to wait at that location for Mya’s text.
As I waited in my car, I began to think about Scottie. I also began to think about my brother and about my life. I couldn’t do this shit forever. It was already starting to become a major inconvenience.
Twenty minutes later, I finally got the text. Mya informed me that she was at the Marriot Atlanta Hotel on Best Road, in room 809. She also informed me not to be late.
I started up my car again and quickly made my way toward my next job. Several moments later, I pulled up at the hotel, parked my car, and headed for the entrance. When I entered the lobby, it was so quiet you could’ve heard an ant crawling across the floor. I strutted past the front desk like I was on a mission and headed toward the elevator.
I got off at the eighth floor, and started searching for room 809. When I got to the door, I bent down and searched for the key. Just like our plan, the key was right where Mya left it, placed discreetly under the room door, but easy enough to retrieve.
I pulled out my gat and slowly inserted the key into the lock. When the security device changed from red to green, I quietly opened the door. Once in the small foyer, I heard Mya’s loud sexual cries along with his loud moans.
“Ummm, fuck me! Yes, give me that dick,” I heard Mya cry out.
“Oooh, your pussy is so good, luv,” I heard the mark respond.
I slowly made my way into the bedroom, being quiet as a mouse. They both had their backs turned to me, as he fucked Mya in the doggy style position. He was trying to grip her hips but Mya kept backing her ass against him roughly.
As I looked at the clock, it read four forty-five. It was now or never. I sprang into view with the gun pointed at the back of his head, “Can you crawl up out the pussy for a second?”
The guy turned around shocked by my sudden appearance, and immediately stopped. I could see several beads of sweat appear on his forehead.
“Yo, what the fuck is this shit?!” he yelled.
“Sorry to be the one to inform you, but down here, you gotta come out them pockets to play,” I replied.
Mya stared at me and smiled. I knew she was proud.
“Bitch, you set me up?” he asked, looking at Mya.
“Black, c’mon baby, why did you stop. You might as well get your nut before you get jacked,” she suggested.
“Are you fuckin’ serious? Let’s just hurry up and do this,” I ordered.
“We got time, right Black. You might as well finish fuckin’ me,” she suggested again. She then stuck her ass out like she was in a music video.
“Mya!” I called out again. Even though, I was disgusted that she’d asked our mark to finish fuckin’ her, the moment I called out her real name, I knew I’d messed up.
“Mya?” Black said, with a confused expression. “I thought your name was Precious.”
“Well Precious is my middle name, so I like to go by that,” Mya responded. She looked over at me, with a face full of disappointment. “Now come on Mr. Black, finish givin’ me part of the reason I came here in the first place.”
“Fuck y’all bitches, y’all fuckin’ crazy down here,” he returned.
He tried to be slick and turn around, but I pushed the barrel of the gun into the back of his head. “Don’t even try it,” I replied.
“Man, I thought, you were a thug. Now I know you’re just a pussy,” Mya added. She got up off the bed and quickly put her clothes back on. She obviously had an attitude.
After she got herself together, we tied his ass up, and then locked him in the bathroom butt ass naked, with Mya’s panties stuffed in his mouth along with duct tape. We then threw his belongings, into an empty pillow case and casually walked out of his room like nothing had ever happened. We left the, Do not Disturb sign outside his door and made our exit.
Several minutes later, we were outside the Waffle House parking lot dividing up our earnings inside of Mya’s truck. However, after going through everything it turned out to be a pretty lousy score. We only ended up getting fifteen hundred dollars a piece, two platinum chains and a small bag of weed, which I didn’t want.
I should’ve taken my ass home, I thought as I put the lengthy chain and the cash into my purse. “This job wasn’t even worth it,” I said, looking at Mya count her portion of the money.
“Well, the cash is a lil’ light, but at least I got some dick tonight,” she replied with a huge smile.
“I can’t believe you asked him to keep fuckin’ you, and right in front of me at that.”
“Well believe it because I was dead serious. As good as that shit was I didn’t want you or anybody else to keep me from cumin,” she replied.
All I could do was shake my head. Mya was out of control. “I’ve never met anyone who loves dick more than you.”
“But do you know what I love more than dick?” she asked. “Benjamin Frankin, the mutha-fucka on the hundred dollar bill.”
I laughed. She didn’t even give me a chance to respond to the question, even though I knew the answer. “Well I’m out. I need to go home and catch up on some rest.”
“Speaking of money, how did everythin’ go wit’ the white dude? Did you find a way to get close to him?” she asked, obviously ignoring my statement.
“Well like I said earlier. I need to play this one slow. We can’t rush into this thing. It’s gonna take some time.”
Mya looked at me like she was my mother. “Listen, I don’t wanna wait too long, Diamond. I need for you to handle that.”
“You worry too much,” I said, patting her hand. “I got this under control.”
She gave me another concerned looked before I flashed a smile and hopped out of her truck. Mya’s gonna have to trust me, if she wants me to be a part of this team. I could feel the softness of my eight hundred thread count sheets as I quickly walked toward my car.
I met up with Scottie several days later at Hodges on Candler Road, in Decatur. Having him pick me up at my place was definitely out of the question. I drove up in my convertible and stepped out in a pair of tight True Religion jeans and a peach colored baby doll t-shirt that looked great against my skin tone. If Scottie liked women with ass then I wanted to show him what I was working with.
Hodges was one of ATL’s most well known spots to eat that had the bomb fried chicken and collard greens. I thought it would’ve been funny to meet Scottie at a place like this because from what I heard white people didn’t do greasy food.
I spotted Scottie as he stepped out of his green Range Rover looking better than he did the night at the club. His confident swagger turned me on. I smiled as he entered the restaurant in a white and grey sweat suit with a fresh pair of Nikes. He even looks good in sweats. His smile was golden and almost addictive.
“Hey beautiful,” he said, giving me a kiss on my cheek.
“You look nice.”
“I had to make sure I looked presentable for you.”
“Well you passed the test. Even your car looks good. I see you’re pushing, a ‘07 Range already?” I replied, pointing to his car.
“I just drove it off the lot yesterday,” he mentioned. “I even paid cash for it.”
If you just bought a 80,000 dollar car in cash, then I know you got money, I thought. “It definitely fits your style.”
“Thanks. So, why did you want to meet here?” he asked, looking around like he’d just realized where he was.
“This is one of my favorite places to eat. Why, is there a problem?”
He smiled. “I’m cool with it. As long as I get to see you, we can eat near a cliff and if you don’t like me, then you can push me off.”
I gave him a strange expression. “That was sort of corny.”
“I need to work on it some, huh?”
“Yeah, you do.”
We headed over to the counter, and I ordered some chicken, greens and a large ice-tea. Scottie ordered the s
ame. As we waited for our food, we got a few angry stares from a few people, but I didn’t give a fuck about them, it was 2006. If people were still bitter about interracial dating, then they needed to get over it.
“You think people hate that you’re on a date with a white guy?” Scottie joked.
I chuckled. “Hey, all I see in front of me is a handsome, well-mannered man, with style and class, so who cares what other people think.”
“Ditto for me because you’re so beautiful,” he replied.
“You definitely have some charm with you, Scottie. You must be like this with all the women?”
“Only the ones that I know will matter to me in time,” he returned.
I couldn’t help it, I had to blush. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“And what’s that?”
“Why do you have a thing for sistahs?”
“Because I think black women are so beautiful,” he responded, playing with his car keys. For some reason he seemed nervous.
“What about white women? Don’t you date them as well? Or do you believe in what they say, once you go black, you can’t go back,” I joked.
He laughed. “I’ve been dating sistahs since high school. I get excited when I’m around beautiful black women like you. I’ve been lost in jungle fever forever.”
“Still corny,” I exclaimed.
He laughed again. “Hey, be nice. I’m trying my best to impress you.”
After we got our food, we walked around the crowded restaurant to find a table. Once we finally located one, we immediately sat down to continue our conversation. I was feeling his vibe. I loved the fact that his ego was tamed and that he was quick to compliment me.
“So, I’ve been wondering, why a beautiful woman like you, doesn’t have a boyfriend yet?” Scottie asked, as he put a piece of chicken in his mouth.
“Please, the guys in Atlanta are either gay, or can’t handle a woman like myself. I rather be alone, and if I’m alone a little too often, then I have a fully charged vibrator to keep me company,” I answered. “And what about you, why don’t you have a woman in your life? You’re a handsome guy. What’s the deal with you?”
