Before Tanisha could make it out of the store, she turned to see Hassan come from the back room zipping his pants up. Looking up at the two girls, he grinned even wider. “Hey, you can be next.”
Star’s homegirl, down for the crown as well, smiled and mouthed, “I’ll be back.”
Bonnie’s body shivered as Ali ran his fingers up and down her worked-over body. With welts, cuts, and bruises scattered all over her chest and stomach from beatings by the hand of Jerome, she wondered to herself how the paying customer found her attractive enough to have a hard on. Nonetheless, Ali’s penis was hard and poking her in the stomach signaling he was aroused and ready to keep using her body.
Her wrists were sore and handcuffed to the headboard making her arms weak from the strain. She’d been in the same position since they’d gotten to the short stay and had been peed on, been forced to have anal sex, and give head jobs over and over since she was on her menstrual and couldn’t have sex. The acts would’ve been considered rape by the law if Bonnie wasn’t an experienced streetwalker with a long track record of not having no pride. Ali knew she could take it, and would come back for more when she needed more cash. Bonnie didn’t contest anything Ali wanted because she’d drank the liquor from his store, smoked drugs that he’d purchased from a dealer once they’d gotten to the short stay, and had already spent the few dollars he’d give once they were done. In Bonnie’s mind, this was all part of the game of her working.
Breaking the seal on the bottle of bumpy face, Star’s mouth started to water knowing she was moments away from getting turned up. After the ordeal with Hassan, she was more than ready to get wasted and on to something else. The neighbors were blasting the local radio station lineup and she, along with partner in crime Tanisha, couldn’t wait to start dancing for a few dollars. With barbeque smells flooding the air, the sun going down, and a few firecrackers being sparked up in spirit of the upcoming holiday, everything was all good. Now pitch black on the block, except for the few yards that still had lampposts and the kind neighbors who provided their porch lights, the reoccurring nightly block party really got wild and out of control.
A few drinks and blunts in, the girls were bent back. Even though neither of them was twenty-one, Tanisha had no parents to dictate rules and Star lived by her own. The two were a terrible match, both reckless and ratchet with all intent. Star and Tanisha twerked, hip rolled, and gave belly dances on the stoop for attention. Too young to work at the strip clubs, they performed on the sidewalk as the crowd of guys circled around them. The more money that was tossed their way for amateur performances was encouragement for them to turn up more.
Jerome watched through the window discreetly with his hand gripped tightly around his stubby yellow dick. Watching Star get loose, allowing a few boys to grab her tits, smack her behind, or outright feel her body up for a few bucks, he regretted not being the father to rip her coochie up. Damn, stepdaughter, g’on and dance for them li’l niggas. Get stepdaddy dick right cause yo’ momma been off my radar. Feeling his meat swell, pedophile Jerome ejaculated to his stepdaughter and friend being true freaks for a crew of dudes.
The crowd died down. Each spectator who watched Tanisha and Star get felt up or took part in the mini freak show was gone their separate ways. Both girls went back to drinking like it was nothing, happy they’d made a few dollars to at least buy another bag of loud fire Kush.
“What happened to ol’ boy in the Challenger from earlier?” Tanisha questioned, sipping from the cheap plastic two-for-a-dollar red cups. “Weren’t y’all supposed to hook up?” She was being everything including messy.
“Yeah, but he played me again sending me to his voicemail.” Shaking her head, Star was disappointed in herself for slipping up. Get it together. You know better than to tell her your business. That’s what happens when you get drunk and the liquor gets to talking. “But I know he’ll be back. I sucked him dry and had him screaming my name.”
Tanisha was a good drinking buddy, someone to run the streets with on sack chasing schemes, but she wasn’t a confidante to share man problems with. Known for fucking your man for the almighty dollar like Star, they were two sides of the same coin.
“What’s his name again?” Tanisha nonchalantly asked, plotting on finding out exactly who the dude was. Her interest was piqued hours ago when Star came back flashing money in her hungry face. After their impromptu bus ride to the mall ending in Star rocking a new pair of sneakers, she was even more green with envy.
Star’s street sense kicked in, noticing her friend’s sudden interest in him and decided to pipe down on the sob story. Tipsy or not, she couldn’t be thrown out her square. “Oh, you ain’t slick. You can slow your roll on that one. I’m about to milk that nigga so don’t even think about crossing that line.” Star got territorial, cutthroat in letting her girl know.
“Whatever. If you haven’t locked him down with those lips by now, then he’s up for grabs and probably in the streets with the next thirsty girl. You might as well let him hook up with your bestie.” Tanisha was honest in a roundabout way.
“Fall back, Tanisha. I don’t go for your regulars so take heed and don’t come for mine. I’m serious,” Star warned.
Tanisha giggled, amused that Star was showing her hand and wrapped tight around a dude who had been shading her. “Okay, chill out, Star. It’s not that serious for you to be getting all emotional on me. Did swallowing his nut get you pregnant?”
“Maybe it did,” Star sarcastically huffed. “Either way, I’m feeling him and wouldn’t mind being wifed up. I can’t sack chase and trick with you forever.”
“Oh yeah, I know you’ve lost your mind for sure now. I don’t even have a comment for how crazy you sound. You ain’t hardly about to play no man’s wife when you play the role of his ho better.” Laughing uncontrollably, even Star had to give into Tanisha’s sense of humor.
Star’s phone ringing interrupted their conversation.
“Oh, we must’ve spoke the devil up.” Tanisha rolled her eyes, partially from hate that no one was calling her.
With a smile a mile long across her face, she nodded because it was in fact Rello. She waved Tanisha off so she couldn’t ear hustle then ran into the house answering on the third ring.
“Hey what’s up, boy? Please don’t tell me you’re playing games again,” Star whined into the phone, caught up in her feelings. Rello was the only person on her mind. She didn’t notice the house was quiet from Savannah’s and Samantha’s laughter and play. Nor did she notice Jerome rushing to pull his dirty sweatpants and underwear up from masturbating earlier.
“Shut up, girl. Ain’t nobody got time to be thinking of ways to ignore you, Star. I’m a busy man with a lot going on. You can’t be hounding me like that,” Rello convincingly spoke.
“Well I don’t like being dissed and you’ve been doing a lot of that lately.”
“But I’m calling you now, so be easy.” Rello shut her up quickly. “Let me make up everything to you and make you feel better. Can you be gone for a day or two?”
His words made her forget why she was upset in the first place. “Hell yeah! Where are we going? What time do you want me to be ready?” Star was already up packing her clothes into a battered knockoff Coach duffel bag. By the time he answered her questions, she’d already packed lingerie and play toys for their spur-of-the-moment getaway. After this trip Rello will surely be mine to claim. He won’t be getting away and I’ll be getting my free ride up out of here.
“That’s more like it, baby. I’ll be pulling up in a blue Ford Fusion in about ten minutes. Don’t have me waiting either.”
“Whoa! What? A Fusion? Why are you rolling in that instead of the Challenger? That car is hella fly.” Star was thrown off by his sudden downgrade in cars. What she didn’t know was that a bulldozer loaded with surprise would soon be heading her way.
“I see I’m gonna have to take you to school right quick on how the game really goes. True bosses only ride rentals on runs, ba
by girl, and don’t you forget it. It’s the best way to stay unnoticed and away from marked cars put in place to tag a runner like myself,” a broke-down Rello recited his uncle’s knowledge from earlier. He too wanted to floss on the highway, then tear Michigan Avenue up in the yellow bird Challenger.
Fuck it, if this how true bosses roll then I might as well get with the program. “Oh.” She giggled. “I’ll have my ass on the curb.” Feeling like she might’ve blown her chances she threw in an apology for hounding him hard. Damn, Star, calm down, you’re acting like a dehydrated wolf for his man. Slow up!
“That’s more like it. I’m on my way.” Rello hung up, leaving Star beaming from ear to ear.
She hurriedly finished packing and grabbed the remainder of her suck off money before rejoining Tanisha on the porch. Never once did she notice Jerome’s watching eye each time her shapely figure passed his path. Bonnie noticed his lurking eye on many occasions, but blamed Star for developing the body she used to have in her heyday before becoming addicted, street trash, and used property in the hood they called home.
“Where are you going? You and ol’ boy about to get down?” Tanisha eyed Star’s overnight bag.
“Yeah, so let me call you later.” Star was short with Tanisha. Since Tanisha was known for being grimy and slick, Star didn’t want her around when Rello arrived. Pouring the unfinished cup of liquor out and wiping her hands, Star was clear-cut and direct that their impromptu girls’ session had ended.
“Okay, you can be easy, Star. I get it and I’m gone.” Tanisha got up with attitude, pulling her shorts from in the crack of her behind. “See you later.”
Star didn’t care about Tanisha’s feelings because if the shoe were on the other foot her emotions wouldn’t have been spared. As Tanisha scurried down the street not thinking twice about Star, she couldn’t wait to get back to the store to make good on her word to Hassan.
Chapter 5
Rello peeled out of the Enterprise parking lot heading east to pick up Star. Just the thought of her was making him eagerly horny to have her in the passenger seat. He couldn’t wait to ultimately live it up with her in the windy city during the summer time. Dressed in his own clothes for a change, which was a pair of Nike gym shorts with a white wife beater, there was no need to floss his uncle’s fresh rags for the four-hour road run.
Rello understood Banko’s well-kept plan of mice and men. To him it seemed simple enough to pull off in his sleep but he made sure to go over his steps with a fine-tooth comb while making his way to Star’s house. Since his uncle loaded the connects money on a prepaid card to avoid possible suspicion if pulled over, he felt a little more at ease about making it to Chicago without a problem.
I hope my execution can be as perfect as Unc’s details have been. If all goes well, I’ma be living like his ass instead of living off him. No matter how grateful he was for Banko putting him up and funding his necessities, he knew he was too old to have nothing in name but the want to have it all. There was no other mission on his mind but to make this a successful run and gain respect in the process. Star was just an added bonus for the trip.
Popping a pill, he took a swig of his water then pulled up to the battered bungalow Star called home. With sheets for window coverings, hanging gutters, and a roof almost caving in, it was a clear sign her family was one of the poorest in the financially strapped community. Star slightly ran up to the car and jumped in with one swift movement, a true sign of a go-getter.
“Hey, Rello, I’m sorry about earlier and from now on, I’ll be on my best behavior. I be tripping but I know you’re important so I’ll play my role.” Popping her gum, drawing attention to her glossed lips once again, she hoped he’d remember her performance earlier and be cool. The last thing she wanted was for their quality time to start off on the wrong foot.
“It’s all good. Just settle back so we can hit the road. I’m on a schedule,” Rello lied, knowing he was being timed by his uncle. Instead of being full of cum, dumb, and sprung on the sack chaser in Star, he should’ve truly been adhering to Banko’s rigid instructions.
Sliding back into the seat, Star fell for the bait. “I can’t even lie. I’m geeked as hell you’re taking me away from here for a few days. I’ve never been out of Detroit farther than a few miles.”
“Oh, well we’re about to change all that up. You’re with the right one now, baby. And if you play your cards right, I’m gonna be exclusive with you,” he gassed her up.
Star was giddy with butterflies flying around her stomach as Rello pulled away from the curb. Waving at her sisters who were looking from the front room window with somber expressions was the only downside of her temporarily leaving for two days. I can’t wait until all three of us pull away from here for good.
Rello coasted up I-94 West unnerved about the state police flicking him. He was following all of the rules Banko schooled him with: keeping up with traffic, using all the signals appropriately, and staying out of other driver’s blind spots. With a valid license in his pocket, no warrants behind his name, and a trunk clean of drugs Rello decided to relax and focus on the conversation Star was trying to have.
“So, I haven’t seen you with the fellas I know around the hood. Who’s your team?” Star was trying to size Rello up. In just the couple of weeks of them playing phone tag with one another, she didn’t know much about him other than he drove a Challenger and had access to bags of cash.
“When you’re a boss like me, you don’t need a team,” Rello lied, then decided to control the conversation before it went the wrong way. He didn’t want Star asking questions he couldn’t answer.
Star hung on to his every word, hype as hell in the passenger seat thinking she’d scored big. Let Rello tell it, he was the mastermind behind the pill operation, had a deposit box of cash at Chase Bank downtown, and two pit bulls guarding his three-story home in Rosedale Park. Star was dizzy, high in the skies, and couldn’t wait to reap all the benefits of being connected to her new boo.
The second half of the ride was more sexually than mentally involved since Star’s head was rested in Rello’s lap. She sucked ferociously until she got bored with his reaction, then turned the heat up by sliding her shorts all the way off. Rello was surprised but pleased by her whorish ways.
“Damn, girl, that’s what I’m talking about. Let me tickle that wet pussy.” He pushed his finger inside of her.
Squeezing her pussy lips on his pudgy fingers, she went buck wild like a vulture giving him fellatio until she felt his penis pulsating. Making him cum was just as important as getting her nut off.
Rello temporarily lost control of the vehicle and had to swerve to keep from hitting the minivan he was following. Jumping lanes in the nick of time, he held Star’s head down roughly feeling like he was in one of the many pornos he’d watched. Damn, she gobbling this monster. He couldn’t believe he was tonsil deep in a chick. “Ah! Swallow and keep sucking, I’ve got some more if you want it!” Rello couldn’t stop pounding her throat. The harder he held her face down, the less she resisted.
“I want it.” Star barely came up for air.
Neither one of them could wait to get checked-in to experience what they’d been teasing with all day. Each with ulterior motives, it couldn’t be denied that in some weird way they were starting to like one another. Star with her hood porn ways and Rello looking to impress, they went together like some broke-down version of Bey and Jay.
By the time he pulled into the valet line of the lake-view Embassy Suites, his ego was more swollen than his dick had ever been. Star had been nothing but a freak and he was already turned out. She’d made sure nothing was left to his imagination and was now lightly snoring with cum crust around her lips.
Rello ran his finger across her moist panties. “Yeah, baby, we’re here. Get up and get yo’ shit together. I’m about to take that sweetness up out the game.” Rello loved calling the shots and being in charge. For once in his life he felt God was smiling down on his existence. Yeah, I
could get used to this type of shit. It’s been a good day and with ol’ girl willing to bust it wide open, I know it’s gonna be an even better night!
Oh wow, he must have long cash for real. This suite is top of the line. Star took one step into the king-sized Jacuzzi suite Banko always reserved when he made the Chicago run and felt like she’d arrived.
“You like it, baby?” Rello asked, coming up behind Star kissing her neck. “This is all for you. I know I’ve been busy lately,” he lied, knowing nothing consumed his time more than Netflix.
“Yes, of course I do. I’ve never been in a hotel this nice before.” Star leaned in to kiss him.
She was more than grateful for the treatment he was dishing out on her. The bed was enormous, there was a forty-inch plasma flat-screen television mounted onto the wall, and the floor-length windows gave a great view of the windy city. Rello was showing the neighborhood wannabe fly girl more than the east side of Detroit could ever expose her to. Star was impressed.
“I told you earlier to be easy and let Daddy Rello take care of you. Ya manz is gonna take you to the sky, baby. Stick with a real chief.” He believed his own lies.
Star felt like she’d won the Mega Millions. All she could do was hug and kiss all over him.
“Slow down, girl. You’ll have all night to show me how grateful you are.” He smacked Star’s round behind. “Let me go make a few phone calls to line up the business meeting for tomorrow; then I’ll be back in here to give you all of my attention.”
“Okay.” Star pouted. “But don’t be too long.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about a nigga slow stepping to get back into here to that. That li’l tease in the car got me wide open,” he honesty admitted. “Just do me a favor and keep it quiet in here while I make my calls. Matter of fact, whenever I’m taking care of business, stay low-key.” Rello closed the door to the two room suite before Star could contest. His first priority was to check in with Banko.
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