Watch Out for the Big Girls

by J. M. Benjamin

  “Tom, relax,” she dismissed his words. “But if you really would like to know, that’s what lawyers do. It’s what they get paid for.” She poked a hole in her husband’s theory.

  McCarthy shook his head. “That’s the thing,” he began. “Pearson doesn’t have anywhere near that kind of money for such a high-profile lawyer like you just described.” He continued to shake his head in disbelief. “It just doesn’t add up. I’ve been through her financial records and everything, Lin.” He thought about it. “You ever see or hear of this Morgan gal having any affiliation with a gang? Hell, do you know whether she has a boyfriend?” He wanted to know whatever his wife knew about the woman who put a damper on his investigation and had gotten him removed from it.

  Linda thought for a second. “Nothing much, other than the usual and normal comparisons to me as being someone to be reckoned with in those courtrooms.” She told him all of what she knew about Diamond Morgan. “She’s pretty private. Most of ’em are. I’m the only one with a hotshot agent. They think I get all the action,” she joked.

  Any other time, he would’ve laughed at his wife’s dry humor, but he stayed serious. “Yeah, well, she’s been linked to that club of theirs and she’s not even hiding it.”

  “Wow! Well hopefully y’all take ’em down soon, so I can start being the most feared prosecutor again. Right now, it’s her time.”

  “I’m working on it,” he declared. He was tempted to let her know that he was thrown off the case due to Diamond’s work but didn’t feel like getting into it.

  “When’s the funeral?” Linda asked. She seasoned the fish fillet strips she was about to bake.

  “Oh! That reminds me. I need you to go with me tomorrow. The Bureau is paying for all three of the burials, so they kind of rushed Agent Kelly’s burial process. She didn’t need one. The family agreed. It saved everyone money. The Bureau has so much money and they don’t spend a damn dime that they don’t have to, not even for their own. They’re dead, for Christ’s sake!”

  “Honey, you’re talking about the same branch of government that formed the CIA.”

  “Yeah, and with the same corruption,” Agent McCarthy stated under his breath.

  The thought made him wonder. There were things during his investigation that McCarthy just couldn’t explain. It was the first time he had actually noticed that the closer he got to gaining more information on the Double Gs the more the evidence continued to slip right between his fingers. It seemed as if they stayed one to three steps ahead of him. Despite being snatched off the case and claiming to not care anymore, McCarthy had a strong urge to find out just how connected his targets really were.

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Starr and the rest of the Double Gs sat in the luxurious comfort of the upper deck VIP lounge, sipping drinks and making light conversation as four exotic female strippers danced and performed sexual acts in front of them. The dancers fondled and kissed each other while some of the Double G members showered them with money. Some of the others groped their breasts and asses while they shoved bills into the dancers’ tops and G-strings. Starr sat between Felicia and Monica. Her hand was rested on Monica’s left thigh the entire time. The three of them were clearly tipsy and Starr was turned on, ready to play. Without Diamond around, she was lonely. Although she and Diamond weren’t exclusive or restricted to each other, they were still very much in love.

  Tonight was about testing. Starr leaned in to whisper into Monica’s ear. “Monica, meet me in my office and wait for me. I need to speak to you about something. I’ll be right behind you,” she proclaimed.

  Without hesitation, Monica stood up, pulled the fallen straps of her silver silk Chanel thin dress back up over her shoulders and then provocatively strutted her way down the hall. She could feel that the three glasses of Cîroc on the rocks she’d had had started to take effect by the way she slightly staggered down the hall.

  Starr turned to Felicia. “Listen. I’m putting you on her tomorrow okay?”

  Felicia thought of asking why, but she knew better than to question Starr. So she just listened as she continued.

  “I’m sending you two on an important mission. I can’t use any of the guys from the files for this. This has to come directly from us. Now, you’re just tagging along. Make sure she’s the one who puts in the real work. The first thing I want you to do is take her out to our firing range in the morning, see what she’s made of, so we’ll know if we have to go another route. Report her accuracy to me and then your assignment will come through the phone. I’m counting on you, Felicia; don’t let her fuck this one up. I need her to stay as close to me as possible until I find out exactly what’s what. But my guess is either way it goes we probably gonna have to get rid of her.”

  She seductively rubbed on Felicia’s left leg. “Now, too much business is boring. I’m ’bout to go have some real fun.” Starr gave Felicia a passionate kiss before she stood. They smiled at each other. It was no secret. Before there was Diamond, it was Felicia, so none of the Double Gs were surprised by the exchange. Besides, even if they wanted to say anything, they knew better not to. Not that Starr was concerned. She had long ago established a “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil” policy in the organization. She gazed into Felicia’s eyes for a moment. There was a brief pause. A new thought had entered her mind. She smiled at the thought. “Care to join me?” She reached out her hand for Felicia.

  Felicia took hold of it and shook her head. “Here we go again.” Felicia chuckled.

  Starr guided her up and then escorted her to her office where Monica awaited.

  * * *

  On the opposite side, the action going on across the street was a little different. As usual, Freeze was mentally distant, but his crew was used to it. Most of them remembered being the same way throughout all of their years in the DFY prison. They understood that a lot of his anger and aggression was pinned up inside him. But they didn’t know the half. There were secrets, so many of them. Deep, dark ones that; sometimes, the mind played tricks. There was one thing about Freeze’s mind that wasn’t screwed up: his memory. He never forgot a face. Even if that wasn’t the case, he would always remember Officer Blake’s or Officer Douglass’s. It was Officer Blake who he had shot at when he was at Frenchie’s house. It was Officer Douglass who carried him away and charged him with the crimes that sent him away, depriving him of his final stage of his childhood, turning him into the monster of a killer he had become today. Seeing what had happened to them on the news was exciting to him and depriving. The story of what happened to Officer Blake was very entertaining to Freeze. On the other hand, he despised Officer Douglass and the way he dragged him out of that house with no remorse, for being the cause of the split among his only remaining family members.

  “Your table’s ready,” one of the promoters informed Freeze as he and his entourage reached the front entrance of the hot spot.

  “Good looking.” Freeze shook the man’s hand, pressing four crisp hundred dollar bills in his palm on behalf of himself and all twelve of his goons.

  The promoter nodded and smiled. “Anytime, Freeze.” He didn’t bother to look at the money. Instead he slipped it into his inside suit jacket pocket.

  The sound of Rick Ross’s voice filled the air, catching Freeze’s attention. One would have thought the party was outside, the way the track “Ima Boss” rang out. When he looked he noticed where the music was coming from.

  Prime had made quite an entrance himself. His team pulled up back to back in a long line of exotic vehicles. They rolled like superstars. Freeze had never seen the convoy of cars and SUVs pull up. People cheered them on as doors flew open in front of valet. Prime was the first to exit his calypso red Jaguar. The rest of his crew followed suit. He waited until they had all possied up around him. They hovered around Prime like he was Barack Obama himself; then, together, they walked past the long line of people who hadn’t made it in Treasures yet due to the maximum capacity set by the fire marshal or their s
uburban status.

  They were shouted out by the DJ as they entered. “Make way for the boss man and his crew, y’all. We got some serious money in the house tonight, ladies and gents. Don’t go broke tryin’a keep up. Let’s just say that they leave for us ta sweep up!” DJ Odyssey clowned into the mic as all eyes watched Prime and his crew roll upstairs to the VIP lounge.

  As they were escorted to their personal section, Prime briefly locked eyes with Freeze; when they both let it go, they figured that their day to clash would eventually come. But for now they both felt that they had more important things to concentrate on. They had no way of knowing their thoughts actually intertwined. Freeze couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. He assumed that Prime had endured the same humiliation and degrading experience he had. If only muthafuckas knew, thought Freeze. He waved down one of the half-naked waitresses then sent her over to Prime’s section to inform him that he was picking up their tab for the night.

  Prime felt that he couldn’t let Freeze show him up like that. So he told the waitress to inform them that he would be doing the same for them. It was a statement that quickly turned into a drinking contest. Both crews got turned up with no limitation. Most of the bottles were either passed out to strangers or poured on the strippers. Both men eyed the other for the rest of the evening as their crew lived it up at their expense. By the end of the night, Freeze and Prime gave each other approving nods. Freeze made a mental note to do a follow-up on the acknowledging nod. For some reason, he had a funny feeling that another time and another place he and Prime should have a sit-down and talk. Unbeknownst to him, Prime was thinking the same thing.

  Chapter Thirty-four

  At first Monica felt she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. When she was summoned by Starr, she immediately became nervous. The look on Bubbles’s face when she had told her only added to her nervousness. For the life of her she couldn’t think of anything she had done to jeopardize her position in the organization. As far as she was concerned, she had proven herself and was now a Double G. The walk to Starr’s office seemed to end too quick. She abruptly stopped in front of the huge wooden stained door. She still hadn’t come up with a valid reason why Starr would want to see her in her office. She knocked on it rapidly in succession. She heard the voice on the other side of it telling her to come in. When she did, to her surprise, Felicia sat off to the right of Starr.

  “Enjoying yourself?” Starr asked.

  “Yes, thank you.” Monica nodded.

  “Good. Good to hear.” Starr looked her up and down as she spoke.

  Monica could feel her eyes undressing her. Instantly the nature of her visit to the office became clear. She glanced over at Felicia, who also was giving her body a full survey.

  Are you fucking serious? Monica couldn’t believe the predicament she was in. The scenery had her feeling uneasy. She felt like a piece of meat and Starr and Felicia intended to be the bread.

  “You okay?” Starr asked. She titled her head to the side.

  Monica knew she was analyzing her. “Um hm.” She nodded for a second time.

  Their eyes met. She could see the lustful flames burning inside of Starr’s eyes as she stared into them. She had no clue how she was going to get herself out of it. But she was willing to do whatever it took. Solving the death of her brother meant more to her than anything else in the world, even her own life.

  “Come here.” It was more of a command rather than a request.

  Monica embraced the gesture with reluctance, more so because of Felicia’s presence, but within minutes she let her guard down and charted new territory. Although she considered herself to be a heterosexual female, she was no stranger to a woman’s touch. It had been a long time since she experienced that feeling. She was much younger the last time it had happened. Since then, she had become only curious, never acting on it. Monica’s thoughts flashed back to when she was a young, promiscuous teen, living in that big, old, unfamiliar house where she first met Sara.

  They were the same age. They used to do everything together: eat, sleep in the same room, make up and dress their dolls for hours. They spent more time together than apart. As their bodies changed and began to develop so did their hormones. They were fifteen the first time they had explored any sexual interests toward the other. They started hiding in the closet kissing and caressing, fondling and fingering. What started out as an experiment quickly grew into a passion, a craving, a preference. Ultimately, their brief childhood love affair came to an end after Sara’s mother caught them in the act. After that, they had never seen or heard from one another again, but the sweet memories were never erased from Monica’s mind.

  Now, those feelings had been awakened. The fire between her legs had ignited and resurfaced the moment Starr’s lips made contact with hers. The smooth sound of Jill Scott filled the air as Starr’s tongue probed Monica’s mouth. While she enjoyed the kiss, she couldn’t help but notice Felicia slide to the left of Starr and begin to suck on her neck. Felicia stared at her as she planted gentle kisses and licked Starr’s collar. It turned Monica on. She watched with lustful eyes as Felicia’s hands made their way up to her breasts. Felicia caressed Monica’s breasts through the silk fabric of her dress. Her perky nipples poked through the thin garment. Monica closed her eyes as the back of Felicia’s busy right hand glided against her breast also. Starr continued to kiss her passionately the whole while. She could feel Starr’s hand massaging her sex through the fabric. Her touch enhanced Monica’s moistness.

  She hadn’t been this turned on in a long time. Monica’s kiss became aggressive. The familiar feeling had taken charge and control over her. What she had once buried deeply she now longed for. She caught Starr by surprised when she broke their lip lock and grabbed for her dress. Starr smiled as Monica took both of her hands and hiked the bottom of Starr’s dress up to her thin waistline. Monica slowly slithered down between Starr’s knees. She stared up at Starr with lustful eyes. Starr flashed a half of a smile as Monica licked her lips seductively. Monica then broke her stare and lowered her gaze as she dropped her head between Starr’s legs. Felicia watched as Monica slid Starr’s panties down her legs and ankles. The sweet smell of Bath & Body Works filled the air. Monica spread Starr’s muscular, thick thighs even farther apart. She used her fingers to gently part the outer lips of Starr’s clean-shaven, glistening cave. Just as Monica began to indulge in the urge to taste her, Felicia dropped to her knees, right next to her. Starr cooed and cleared her desk in one sweep. She hiked herself onto it and spread her legs wider.

  Monica and Felicia exchanged an intimate kiss in front of Starr’s exposed clit. Starr could feel the heat between her legs from Felicia’s and Monica’s breath. Monica ended the kiss between her and Felicia. She then turned and buried her face between Starr’s inner thighs. She licked and sucked Starr’s honey-flavored pussy, sending her into a chilling whirlwind of ecstasy. Monica was enjoying pleasuring Starr so much that she never noticed Felicia sliding behind her. She moaned from the two fingers Felicia inserted into her wetness. Felicia wasted no time removing Monica’s panties. Within minutes, they were all engrossed in a ménage à trois.

  “Yeah, suck that shit!” Starr demanded. She pushed Monica’s face deeper into her pussy. Monica began to angrily suck on Starr’s wetness like she had never done before. Felicia had caused herself to orgasm from sucking on Monica. It was like a drug. She kept slurping and drinking the orgasms she brought Monica to as Monica ground back and forth on her face. Starr couldn’t take it anymore. Strangely, she now wanted Monica all to herself. She broke up the party for a slight second. She pushed Monica from between her legs and sat on the side of the desk. Felicia removed her head from between Monica’s legs.

  “Thank you. That will be all.” She calmly directed her words to Felicia with a smile.

  Felicia wiped her mouth, stood up, looked at the both of them while fixing her clothes, and then returned the smile. She strutted toward the door. The loud roar of the music spilled
in for a second as she opened and shut the door behind her.

  Starr turned to Monica with the most seducing gaze in her eyes, ready to take back full control. She approached Monica until she was mere inches away from her.

  “Now, where were we?”

  Chapter Thirty-five

  I couldn’t have returned at a better time, Felicia thought as she reemerged into the main part of the club. DJ Franzen, who was one of the hottest DJs in Las Vegas, was going in on the turntables. One of J. Cole’s popular tracks was blended and mixed in with one of Kendrick Lamar’s. Felicia smiled and shook her head as she peered over at her crew’s VIP section. The Double Gs were turned all the way up and she knew exactly why. Over two dozen plus-sized women tossed back bottles of assorted flavors of Cîroc, rosé, Patrón, and Ace of Spades while they tossed money in the air and chanted their favorite song in unison. Every dancer in the club was in the vicinity of the Double Gs. Women twerked, booty bounced, popped, and exercised their acrobatic skills while the Double Gs turned Club Panties into a night straight out of the playbook of the infamous ATL strip club Magic City.

  Felicia danced her way over to join her crew. The spotlight found its way on her as she bounced through the club. She could hear the familiar beat coming to her and the rest of the Double Gs’ favorite turn-up song as she snapped both her fingers and hips to the blend of the current and upcoming tracks DJ Franzen spun.

  “Shout out to my homegirls Starr, Felicia, Bubbles, and the rest of the Double Gs,” DJ Franzen announced. “I know this y’all shit right here!” The DJ spun the song back and started it from the beginning.

  Felicia threw an acknowledging hand in the air, while the other Double Gs went crazy hearing the shout out. She noticed Bubbles had done the same from where she stood, moving her back in a snake motion in VIP.