Starr made her way back downstairs. It had been a long day and an even longer night. All she wanted now was to climb in her bed and rest her mind. With those being her thoughts, she made her way back in which she had come. Just as she exited the house her text message alert vibrated against her hip. She smiled when she saw who the text was from. In an instant, she changed her plans. There was no doubt in her mind now that she wouldn’t be getting any rest tonight. And she was fine with that because she knew she had some making up to do.
Chapter Nineteen
Salty’s Bar & Grill was at the corner of the same block as Club Panties. It was open twenty-four hours, seven days a week. Although it was a tavern, the setting was very classy. Bubbles and Monica sat in the back section at a secluded table, drinking liquor and eating while getting to know each other better.
“So, tell me. How did you get in?” Monica asked as she nibbled away at her cheeseburger and large order of potato wedges. She took a sip of her rum and Coke to wash it down.
Bubbles cracked a wide smile, blushing as she lowered her voice. “Well, you know we’re not supposed to tell, but, it’s just us here, right?” She flashed Monica a trusting smile. “So anyway, I’m originally from North Las Vegas, but went away to school after I graduated to California. I moved back out here after I dropped out of LSU thinking this guy, who I had a crush on since I was a young girl wet behind the ears, would be interested in kickin’ it with me. It didn’t work out that way though. By the time I came back he was even deeper in the streets than when I left and became an even bigger asshole, at least to me anyway.”
“Have you ever, you know, with a guy, since you been a Double G?” Monica shyly asked.
Bubbles’s face wrinkled up with apparent disgust. “A loooong time ago, and I do mean long time,” she emphasized. “Actually he was my first and last,” Bubbles confessed. “That’s like the first commandment of the Double Gs.” She lowered her tone back into a quiet whisper while leaning forward as if she was about to tell a ghost story. “They say that once you’re in, if Queen Fem or Starr even suspects that you’ve been with a man or even heard the rumor, you get sent to the OBGYN to get checked out. You get one pass during your initiation because they know you may have to seal the deal to convince the target. After that, if it ain’t tight down there, you get terminated for the violation,” Bubbles revealed.
Monica tried her hardest not to make any reaction to Bubbles’s last statement, but she was sure she had done a poor job. Bubbles had noticed the change in her facial expression.
“Oh God. I hope you haven’t.”
“Who? Never,” Monica lied, defending her cover.
“Oh, I was about to say,” Bubbles continued, “So, anyway, I was bored one day and I’m out just club hoppin’. I was tore up from the floor up, you hear me.” Bubbles laughed as she reminisced. “So, I don’t know if I did or not, but the taxi driver said I told him to take me to a strip club. The MF assumed I was gay and took me to Club Panties. I’m not sure if it was the liquor or what, but I had a ball. There were women all shapes, sizes, and colors in there, a lot who looked like me.” Bubbles used her hands to demonstrate she referred to her weight size.
“That night women were hittin’ on me left and right and it felt good and different and it excited me. After a while I kept hearing stuff about a crew called the Double Gs. I became real interested, so eventually I started doing research there on my own. Rumors were circulating that they screened everyone who regularly attended, so I began auditioning. I was doing whatever it took to get noticed. And then one day I was approached by a mysterious woman who slipped me a card and told me to go over to Treasures and tend bar. Felicia was my trainer. She was very patient with me. I was so overanxious that I kept fuckin’ it up for weeks until one night I finally got it right, and then I got my assignment.” Bubbles paused. “Well, my real assignment, anyway.”
“What do you mean by that?” Bubbles had lost her.
“My initial initiation was personal not business,” Bubbles confessed, as she thought about how long ago that had been since Chase and how far she had come. She had grown so much as a woman and a Double G.
“I’m confused.” A peculiar look appeared on Monica’s face.
“Let’s just say that my childhood crush is over.” Bubbles winked. “But, anyway,” she then continued, “my first business assignment was a white crooked cop.” A sinister smile popped up out of nowhere as Bubbles took a trip down memory lane. “His name was Officer Blake and he had a real weakness for young black hookers, particularly voluptuous ones.” She giggled like a schoolgirl. “Every chance he got, he picked one up. He would take them to the same old run-down motel. Most of the dancers who moonlighted outside the club already knew him. He would always go after the new ones.
“So, I dressed up and played the part. I’ll never forget I had on a white halter top that was cut to stop at the underside of my breasts while my cleavage burst out above.” Bubbles chuckled at the memory. “And I had on a black and red checker-print miniskirt that stopped at the under cuff of my ass cheeks. I wore a pair of multicolored Christian Dior leggings underneath and knee-high boots. My hair was in two pigtails, one on each side, and I was sucking on a lollipop, looking like a young schoolgirl. The phone they gave me was in my Prada purse. That was it. I didn’t have a weapon or anything. I just stayed out there, waiting for him while I blended in with the other girls who were working the boulevard.
“It didn’t take long,” she remembered. “A couple of hours after his shift was over, he finally rolled up in his Dodge Charger. Without hesitation, he pointed straight at me. I pretended not to notice him. I was bending over, talking to some old white pervert in another car, giving Officer Blake the full back view of all this ass. He was wide open. He waited for me to finish flirting before he called me over. I leaned in his window with my cleavage in his face, sucking the Blow Pop, and introduced myself as Candy. He instructed me to get in and immediately handed me a hundred and a fifty dollar bill and then he whipped out his li’l pecker before even pulling off. He reached for my Blow Pop and snatched it out of my mouth. After he threw it out of the window he grabbed the back of my head with the same hand and informed me that now I had something new to suck on with a li’l mo’ flava.” Bubbles shook her head and snickered.
“But anyway, I did it nice an’ slow, all the way to the raggedy-ass motel, but I made sure he didn’t cum. He already had a set of keys for this hole-in-the-wall room. I followed him in there. He had his police uniform folded up on his chair with all of the normal accessories sitting on top. I pretended to be excited and told him that I wanted to play a game. I played the li’l schoolgirl act real well. He wasn’t up to it at first, but I stepped into him and began massaging his little pink balls. And then I dropped to my knees and began sucking his li’l dick again until he agreed. I nearly threw up. He had all this pubic hair that smelled like a fuckin’ wet dog.” Bubbles frowned as she relived the scene.
“I jumped back up to my feet, but I kept his pants down. Everything in there was made out of some old-ass wood. I sat him down in this piece of shit chair. The seat was made out of some type of straw. It scratched his skin up at first, but he seemed to like it. I told him to stay right there and I seductively stripped down and put on his uniform. Needless to say, it turned him on. I told him that he was the robber I just caught and I would have to interrogate him to get all the information I needed to make an arrest. He started smiling and getting even more aroused and erect. I knew I had him. I took the two little nylon ribbons from my pigtails and used them to tie up each of his feet to the front legs of the chair real tight. And then I handcuffed both of his wrists to the pegs in the back of the chair. He couldn’t move for shit.” She giggled.
“Then came the big surprise. I kicked the chair over on its side. It took him down along with it. He was lying flat on his side, still in the sitting position. He started cursing up a storm so much that I had to use my panties to gag his mouth. I
took the small pocket knife from his keychain and used it to cut the bottom of the chair out. And being that his pants was still down, there it was, his whole little red asshole. Gurrrl.” Bubbles dragged her word and doubled over with laughter. “He started sweatin’ so hard on that rusty-ass carpet. I took his nightstick and got on my knees. A sudden rush of adrenaline came over me. I started plunging the shit out his ass. Remember what happened to that African in Harlem back in the day? What was his name?” she rhetorically asked, not really expecting Monica to answer.
“Luima,” Monica clarified, paying full attention.
“Yeah, him. So, anyway, I began fuckin’ the shit outta him with that damn billy club and then I pulled it out. It had feces and blood all over it. He had been screaming for his life. I crawled around the front of his red, sweaty face, ungagged him and shoved the nightstick in his mouth while reminding him that I wasn’t the only one with somethin’ new to suck on that had a li’l mo’ flava. He threw up all over me. That made me really mad. Then it hit me. Just when I thought I was finished with my mission, I realized I forgot somethin’. Gurrrl.” You could literally see all thirty-two teeth in Bubbles’s mouth as she smiled from ear to ear, thinking about the ordeal.
“What?” Monica wanted to know. She was all ears.
“I ain’t record shit that had happened!” she exclaimed. She looked around making sure no one was paying them any mind. Her voice had carried a little bit too much for her taste.
“Are you serious?” Monica’s eyes widened.
“As a heart attack.” Bubbles chuckled.
“So, what did you do?” Monica asked the obvious question.
“What do you think?” Bubbles shot her a distorted look. “I had to do it to him all over again.” She said it matter-of-factly, right before they both burst out laughing until tears filled their eyes.
“Gurrrl, yo’ ass is crazy!” Monica proclaimed while the hysteria filled her gut.
Bubbles continued, “Shit. That ain’t the half. I left him that damn memo. Come ta find out, I pulled off a two for one. By us blackmailing him and sending him on missions, we got his partner, too. And they both crooked as a lightning bolt. So, his partner was forced to ride it out with him or they were both goin’ down. Damn.”
“So, anyway, how’d yours go? I saw who you left with. It was about to go down that night. Freeze was straight trippin’. He probably felt he had something to prove since the twins got his ass. Prime is much more smarter than he is though. But don’t let that smooth, pretty boy diplomatic act fool you. He’s a dangerous dude. How’d you get him?”
Monica paused for a long second, trying to mentally recall the footage of the rehearsed video they made. But she highly doubted she could explain the fake story as vividly as Bubbles had just done. She decided to buy herself some time to get her story together.
“It’s boring as fuck, compared to yours. But I’ll tell you all about mine after you tell me about the personal one.”
Bubbles’s mood suddenly changed. “Nothing to talk about.” She brushed Monica’s request off. Even when she had first mentioned it, it made her feel some type of way.
Monica picked up on it. It made her want to know. Still she trod lightly. “It’s okay. I understand if it’s too personal for you to talk about.”
“He was my first love,” Bubbles blurted out. “Hell, my only love.” She added a light chuckle.
“Aww.” Monica lit up.
“Don’t aww. He was a fucking dick,” Bubbles informed her.
Monica wiped the dreamy look off of her face. “My bad,” she apologized.
“Naw, it’s cool. You didn’t know,” Bubbles accepted. “But, yeah, he used to treat me like shit, when we were kids.” She looked around the semi-crowded room as she spoke.
Monica listened attentively.
“We grew up together in Carey Arms apartments.”
The mentioning of the housing projects caught Monica’s attention. Her older half brother was from there. The two had the same father but her mother was cool most of the time with him coming around to visit occasionally. She was twelve years old when she had received the news that he was found dead in an apartment on the outskirts of the city limits. He was nineteen. Although they didn’t see one another much, when they did it was nothing but love. The two were close. Some of her fondest childhood memories were of when he would come and visit her. There was never a time she could recall that he came to see her without bearing gifts. She loved how he used to always stay long enough to help her with her homework and always made sure no one was picking on her in or out of school. She took his death hard. In her eyes, he was the best brother a little sister could have. It wasn’t until later that she found out about his dark side. Because there was cocaine found in the apartment he was found in, police ruled it as a drug deal gone bad. But the way it was said he was found and killed raised eyebrows among her family. His death was the reason why she had chosen her career path. She was so impacted by the death of her older brother that she made a vow when she was a senior in high school that she would seek justice for him. Bubbles’s story made her think about him as she listened.
“As kids, we did everything together and he used to always have my back. At least, until he started feelin’ his self.” Bubbles scowled. “I remember this one particular time, I was just coming home from school and I guess he had just bought his new car.” Bubbles stared off at nothing in particular. “Shit, it was so long ago, I don’t even remember what kind it was. I think it was a BMW.”
Monica could feel her heart rate increasing. It can’t be, she thought. At the time of her brother’s death, he too had a BMW. The last time she had seen him, he had taken her for a ride to the corner store in his candy apple red 325i. She could hear his voice in her head as he explained the difference between his 325i and the 318is. Back then at the young age of twelve, she couldn’t care less. All she knew was that her big brother had a fly ride and she was riding in it. Now, knowing the make meant everything to her. Her muscles tensed as she shifted her weight from left to right. That was the side where her gun was tucked. I swear to God this bitch better not say it was a 325i, Monica thought. She sat on pins and needles as Bubbles seemed to struggle with remembering the make of the car. Then, all of a sudden, a look of remembrance appeared on her face.
Monica’s adrenaline began to pump.
“Yeah, it was a BMW. A 3—” Before she could spit it out, a loud smack on her back caused her to choke on her own words.
“What you two hoes gossiping about?” Felicia chimed in. She had appeared out of nowhere. She chuckled at Bubbles’s reaction to her introduction of smacking her on the back.
Bubbles shook her head and flashed a smile. “Bitch, you tryin’a kill me?” she spat in between laughter.
“I love you too, baby girl,” Felicia replied with a huge grin.
“Hey, Fe.” She knew Felicia was only being herself and she loved her for who she was.
Monica’s smile on the other hand was a forced one. She was steaming inside. She never got to get the confirmation of the type of BMW Bubbles’s childhood sweetheart drove. She knew back then everybody from pimps to hustlers pushed the same type of rides. During the time of her brother’s murder, there were over two dozen BMW 325i and 318is owners in the Carey Arms apartment. Knowing that Bubbles’s victim’s BMW was a 3 Series was not solid enough for her. She needed the specific make or the name of the victim. With more time, she was sure she could have gotten what she needed. Had it not been for Felicia, she would have had the opportunity.
Fucking bitch, she cursed Felicia in her head. She wanted to smack the shit out of her. Since the day she and Felicia came to Starr’s aid, there had been an uncomfortable silence between the two. She knew she was now one of them, but there was something about that day that left her feeling a little uneasy.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Felicia asked her.
She was surprised behind her question. “Nothing.” Monica cleared her th
roat. “Why’d you ask that?”
“Because, you look like you got something stuck up all that ass of yours,” Felicia retorted with a straight face.
Bubbles nearly spat out her drink she had just taken a sip of. She was about to respond, but her attention was drawn to the pair who just walked in the establishment.
“Look, there are the twins!” she blurted as she waved Glitter and Sparkle over.
The twins strutted in their direction, looking fly as ever, stunting with their Vanson motorcycle jackets on. The Double G symbol was flooded with diamonds. Heads turned as their shapely hips and firm, thick asses swayed from left to right and bounced up and down. Glitter’s ass cheeks shook like Jell-O shots in her black leggings while Sparkle’s fought to bust out of the skintight blue jeans she wore.
“Now, them some gangsta bitches for yo’ ass, right there!” Felicia praised. “Born to be Double Gs.”
“So, you don’t think it could be them?” Bubbles inquired in regard to having an informant in their organization. She intentionally left out what she was referring to due to Monica’s presence. Felicia was well aware of what she meant.
“Nah, not them two. They were built for this. Some chicks you just know,” Felicia vouched for the twins. “I’d pick this bitch before I pick them,” she added in reference to Monica. “Besides, they passed the poly.”
“Pick me for what?” Monica asked in a puzzled manner.
Bubbles shook her head and let out a light chuckle. “Don’t worry about what she talkin’ about,” Bubbles offered.
Felicia just laughed. Unbeknownst to them both, Monica was not as clueless as they thought. She had overheard some of the Double Gs talking about a possible snitch in the crew and figured that’s what Bubbles and Felicia were referring to. None of the new Double Gs were privy to the Ovary Office meetings while on probation, which was why Monica was not in attendance when Starr had given the polygraph test she knew Felicia was referring to. It was the same day she had actually been given her mission.
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