“What’s going on?” Brianna asked.
“Girrrrl,” Charrise started dramatically, “Daddy’s restaurants are being closed down.”
“Umph,” Brianna shrugged, “Why should I care?”
“I know, I know… you hate him, but just hear me out. Turns out he hasn’t been paying his taxes and the IRS finally caught up with him. We’re only operating out of one location, he had to fire all of the staff and now, it’s only me, momma, and Jonathan working for him.”
“Damn! For real.”
“For real! I’m sick of this shit! He’s as mean as ever now… been talkin’ to momma any old kinda way. Putting down Jonathan… he even went off on me the other day. This stress really has him going crazy!”
“Now ya’ll know how I felt all those year.”
“True… but we need your help.”
“We? Who the hell is we?”
“Ok… let me rephrase… I need your help.”
“I’m not doing anything that involves helping that man!”
“Don’t do it for him… do it for me. You’re sister… the rest of us are suffering for his mistakes. I don’t have anybody else to ask.”
“For the record it wasn’t just him. Momma never stood up for me… and Jonathan… don’t even get me started on Jonathan.”
Charrise scooted close to her sister. She pouted and put on her puppy dog eyes, “Please. I’m begging you… and you know I do not beg! Help your sister out.”
“How much do you need?”
“A few thousand… like thirty.”
“What makes you think I have that kind of money sitting around?”
Charrise took a minute to review her surroundings making a mental inventory of all the expensive things Brianna had decorated her new condo with. Over the fire place there was a 65 inch HDTV. The white, tufted sofa was flanked on either sided with mirrored side tables. Brianna had hardwood floors, and custom area rugs. Beautiful canvas paintings with pops of purple hung on the walls in the room.
“Brianna, who are you kidding? It’s pretty obvious that Tre left you with some money. It doesn’t look like your cash flow is hurting one bit.”
“I need a drink,” Brianna walked over to the wet-bar on the other side of the room and poured herself a glass of wine. “Despite what you might think Charrise, I’m not in any position to give away that kind of money.”
Charrise shook her head, “I should have known you wouldn’t give it to me.”
“You’re absolutely right. Tre worked hard for what he had! And he worked hard to make sure I had what I needed. Why the fuck would I be willing to give anything away? Especially for a family that doesn’t give a shit about me!”
“Aiight, I get it. You don’t have to get all hype with me.”
“My bad… you know I get worked up about this family shit. Listen, because it’s you asking, I think we can work something out. I’m not willing to give away anything, but you can absolutely work for it.”
“You want me to do what?” Charisse asked with disgust coating her every word. After a night of treating her sister to spa treatments Brianna broke down the details of Charrise’s new job description. They’d spent the night together, slumber party style. Wearing colorful pj’s and sleeping side by side, after giggling over silly childhood memories. By morning they were talking about entering a life of crime.
Hakeem had come by ready to get to work. They all sat at the dining room table talking and eating over the breakfast Brianna had prepared. It’d been awhile since she’d had anyone to cook for, so she went all out. Blueberry pancakes, bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, grits, fruit salad, and hash browns.
“That’s the job. You want it or not?” Brianna said matter of factly.
“I came down here to this big ol’ breakfast. I thought you were gonna announce that we’d go into the restaurant business ourselves or something. I don’t know if I can do that. What if I get caught?”
Between bites, Hakeem jumped in, “You won’t. It’s real simple. Believe me.”
Charisse shook her head, “I don’t know why you just wouldn’t give me the money.”
Brianna rolled her eyes, “Listen, you DO already know why I won’t just give you the money. If you keep playin’ I’ll take away the offer and you can figure it out for yourself. There are a lot of girls out here that would take this offer in a second! Getting paid just to do a few trips from Charlotte and ATL. Shit, I’m basically giving it away.”
“I ain’t never done nothing like this Bri. “
“Neither had I before I did it the first time. I wouldn’t have you do something that I wouldn’t do myself. Look at me, I’m fine. Living in a nice home, driving a nice car, got plenty shoppin’ money. Plus, you can move out of mom and dad’s and move in here with me so they won’t be asking you any questions.”
Charrise looked up at her sister with a smile, “I can move in?”
“Yea.”
Hakeem interjected again once his plate was clean, “And, since you so nervous, I can link you up with some of my partners down there. They’ll look out for you and make sure everything goes seamless.”
“Thanks Hakeem,” Brianna said smiling at him.
“That’s Havok when we’re doing business,” he said with a wink.
“Aiight, aiight. Thanks Havok.”
“So Charisse, what’s it gonna be?”
After pausing for a minute, she said, “Ok. ’I'll do it.”
Charisse finished her plate and headed to the room to shower and change. Brianna focused her attention on Hakeem.
“Ok now Havok. It’s time for you and I to handle some business.”
“Now you know I want to look out for you as much as possible. But Carlos already told me never to front more than I can cover because ultimately I’m responsible for the money. So you tell me how much you need and what you can prepay for and I’ll put the rest on your face. Also I will throw a little something extra to you for you helping out with the ATL situation. Now, is there anything you need from me?”
“Baby I just need you to get all you can get and I will handle the rest. The streets are so dry right now, that we can get all that work off this week!”
Satisfied with their agreement, Brianna cleared the table and went into the kitchen. She ran the hot water, rinsing off each dish before bending down to place them into the dishwasher. She didn’t even hear Hakeem enter the kitchen, but she definitely felt her own temperature rise as his body grazed her from behind. She stood up and he kissed her neck, her body immediately responded with an arch in her back.
He whispered in her ear, “Damn girl. It’s so sexy… you taking charge like that. I love a woman with some authority.”
She turned her face a little and he met her lips with a kiss. He placed his hand on her face and pushed her lips even closer to his. She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. Brianna turned her body to face him. While his one hand cupped her butt, he slid the other under her shirt towards her breast. Her nipples hardened in anticipation. Hakeem pushed Brianna flush with the cabinets and pulled her shirt all the way up. He smiled. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He went right for her nipple, tasting it and sucking it like a newborn baby would. Brianna pressed her breast further into his mouth and threw her head back. It had been too long since she’d felt this type of arousal, and her body was yearning for it.
Just as Hakeem started to tug at her leggings, Brianna heard the voice of her sister calling for her.
“Bri! Where you at?”
Quickly Brianna pushed Hakeem away and pulled down her shirt.
“Brrrrrrrri!”
She turned back towards the sink and resumed rinsing dishes before yelling out, “In the kitchen.”
Hakeem gave Brianna a quick slap on the ass, “I’m out. We’ll finish this later.”
Brianna was speechless. She hadn’t seen this coming, but judging from the dampness between her legs, it was long overdue.
Charrise walked into the kitchen and sa
id, “I’ll be back. Gonna go get my things from home so I can move in. See ya later roomie.”
Brianna cleared her throat, “You mean boss.”
“Whatever… you gotta key for me?”
“Look in my nightstand.”
Once the condo was empty, Brianna got in the shower and finished what Hakeem had started. It wasn’t quite the same… but bringing herself to orgasm was better than nothing.
Chapter 8
Every Man for Himself and God for us All
Just as her sister had done several times, Charrise headed south on I-85. She had followed her sister’s instructions carefully, but it didn’t keep her from being nervous. Her hands vibrated against the steering wheel every time she noticed a police car. Charisse made sure to blend into traffic, extra careful to not call any unnecessary attention to herself. She had rented a black Toyota Corolla and maintained a speed no more than seven miles above the posted speed limit. She wore her seatbelt properly positioned over her left shoulder, and made sure to use her signal each time she switched lanes. Charisse used each and every rule of the road she’d learned in driver’s ed.
Atlantic Station was Charisse’s first stop. Hakeem had arranged for her to meet his cousin there to escort her through her first run. Before she could find a parking space she circled around the upper deck. There she noticed a man waving her down. He was wearing a grey hoodie, just like Hakeem said he’d be. Charisse pulled up to the curb and rolled down the passenger side window.
“Andre?”
“Yeah Shorty, I’m Dre.”
Charrise unlocked the door and Andre got into the car. What she saw next captivated her attention. Andre’s chocolate brown skin was only the beginning to what Charisse could only describe as a fine ass man, simply put. He extended his hand to hers and she met it with a shake. His large hands totally covered hers as he sandwiched her hand between his. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Thick eyebrows, crisp white teeth, full lips, piercing eyes, and he had the nerve to have long eyelashes to top it all off. Charisse allowed her hand to linger inside of his while she basked in the joy of this nice surprise. She had totally expected to see a similar version of Hakeem. Where were the dreads, or the gold teeth? He wasn’t even wearing flashy clothes.
Breaking the awkward silence, Dre released her hands and said, “You ready to get this done?”
Andre led the way as Charrise navigated the car through Atlanta. As she drove she regretted her purposeful plain Jane style. She wore her hair straight hanging at her shoulders, small diamond studded earrings, a long sleeved brown shirt, jeans and brown UGG boots. All of her nerves about that first trip as a runner had been replaced with self-consciousness and curiosity. Andre didn’t seem like much of a conversationalist. He hadn’t said much of anything outside of his turn by turn directions. Neither had Charrise.
Once they arrived at their destination, Charrise made her phone call and expected to part ways with her escort. Instead, Andre grabbed her hand and led her into the mall. She smiled and looked him up and down.
“What’s this all about?” she asked.
“We have to make it look real.” He said with a straight face.
Just as her smile faded, Andre seemed to have caught the conversation bug.
“It’s not a problem is it? I wouldn’t want to be invading on another man’s woman.”
“You good.” Charrise responded.
“Cool.”
“Thanks for helping me out today.”
“Not a problem. It’s not everyday I get commissioned to accompany a beautiful lady around my city.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m used to seeing women around here wearing a ton of make up, fake hair, and clothes that leave nothing to the imagination. Seems like you know it don’t take all that to get a man.”
Unwilling to admit that she normally did look like the women he’d just described Charrise went with the flow, smiling and nodding at his every word.
“So you already said you don’t have a man. Is there anybody else you need to rush back to? Kids, friends with benefits?”
She laughed, “No and no.”
“Aiight then how bout you let me show you a little more of my city. We can start with Gladys Knight’s Chicken and Waffles.”
“I’m down.”
*******
As Brianna sat on the couch eating ice cream, she glanced over at the three large garbage bags sitting it the middle of the floor. It was her third time looking at the bags. She was trying to muster up the strength to start back counting all the money inside.
“Who would ever think a person would hate to see so much money,” Brianna said out loud. Just as she was about to grab a handful to continue her count, her phone began to ring.
‘Saved by the bell,’ she thought as she grab the phone and hit accept and speaker at the same time.
“What’s up girl, what you up to?” Hakeem spoke loudly through the phone.
“Nothing, just over here hurting my hands trying to get this money counted.”
“Hurting your hands? Please tell me you got some electronic counters in that bitch!”
“Electronic counters, hell no, I haven’t even thought of that, I was over here doing this shit by hand!”
Hakeem burst out with laughter, “Girl you need to be saving those hands for me, not messing them up on that money. I got a couple of counters at my crib, how about you make us some lunch and I will swing by my place, pick them up and come through and help you with your count.”
“That sounds good to me. What would I do without you Hakeem?” Brianna responded in her daddy’s little girl voice.”
“I’m not thinking about what you would do without me. I’m more interested on what you would do with me!”
“Boy! Just go get the counters and we can finish this conversation when you get here.”
With that Brianna hung the phone up and went into the kitchen to make lunch. She pulled out some turkey burgers and Oreida French fries. As she placed both into the oven, she thought about how Tre used to love the weirdest things. Like stale cookies and cold bread. He would open the cookie pack and leave it uncovered so the cookies would get stale quick. She remembered the day she asked him, “Who puts bread in the refrigerator?”
“Everyone in the hood, because if you don’t the roaches will be in it real quick!”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, which meant Hakeem had arrived. She unlocked the door and went to take the food out of the oven. When Hakeem came through the door, he was dress in white from top to bottom. He had on a white polo fisherman’s cap, a white wife beater, white shorts, and white polo shoes. For Hakeem it would not be complete without 30 karats worth of diamonds hanging from his arm, neck, fingers, and ears. This was the part Brianna could live without. However her mind quickly moved, to the way his chest and arms bulged out of the wife beater. The three and half year bid had done his body good. You could see the eight pack through the tank top. When Hakeem hugged Brianna, she felt a warm sensation. His hands were so big and strong that they touch when he wrapped them around her waist. She tried to deter the feelings to ask him to take her right then, by switching the mood to the dilemma at hand.
“So do you know how to work these things?”
“I wouldn’t be the man I think I am if I couldn’t,” he said with a sly smile.
“Now where is your mind at? Because I know you not talking about the money machines.” Brianna said with a laugh.
“Shawtey I’m wherever you want me to be, but I know where I would like to be!”
“O yea where is that?”
“Eating my lunch!”
The answer had let Brianna down temporarily, “Well it’s in the kitchen.”
“No it’s not,” Hakeem interrupted. What I want for lunch is right here!”
He quickly pulled Brianna’s small frame close to him. He sat on the couch and her stomach was at eye level. He pulled up her shirt and began to kiss all over her stoma
ch. Brianna began to run her hands through his thick locks. It felt so good that she didn’t want him to move, until he began pulling her pants down. She didn’t have on any underwear and could feel herself getting moist. Hakeem made his way down to her inner thigh, then to her clit. He was sucking and kissing with just the right amount of pressure. Her juices were overflowing, and then he stopped. Brianna glanced down at him with a strange look.
“Bri, turn around,” he demanded.
As she turned around she stepped out of her pants. Hakeem bent her over and started licking on her hole from the back. He went from her pussy to her ass. She had never felt this before, Tre was a freak but he had never eaten her ass out. She began to rub on her clit while Hakeem was licking her ass clean. Brianna could feel the organism coming, her legs began to get weak, as her body was starting to shake. Hakeem spun her back around and put her legs on his massive shoulders.
“Shit,” she thought, “I was about to cum!”
He stood up and began shucking on her clit again, her thighs became tighter and tighter around his neck. She could feel that organism coming back. She grabbed a fist full of locks, just incase he decided to stop again. She was starting to moan, then it became a scream!
“O shit, OOOO shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Her body became limp.
Hakeem could feel the light wetness turn thicker in his mouth. He could also feel the loosening of her thighs. He knew she had came. He laid her on the couch. She still had her eyes closed.
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