Dope Girl 2: Just like daddy

by Sa'id Salaam

  Frank was chiseled to perfection with a shadowed beard that complemented his handsome face. When he opened the locker to grab his things, he looked in the mirror and all he saw was a loser, a wanna-be football star. How was he going to explain his failure, again to his parents?

  His mom would understand... it was his father he was concerned about. Frank Sr. had played for North Carolina State back in the late 70’s. Until he tore his ACL during a scrimmaging game.

  Football was his life so when he was told that he would never be able to play again; he passed the torch to Frank Jr. when he became 6 years old. So making the team had some sentimental value, he wanted to continue his father’s dream through him.

  But unfortunately it didn’t happen today, and the sad part about it, was that his magnitude of faith had him quit his job at AutoZone just days before tryouts. The old saying goes, hope for the best and expect the worst, but not making the team was absolutely nothing he expected. Now he was mentally and emotionally disrupted, all he wanted to do was break down and cry, but he couldn’t, not there in the men’s locker room.

  After he showered, he felt better, he could think clearer. First he was going to try to get his job back, and then think of something other than the truth, to tell his parents.

  The swim team was gradually coming in, so he hurried to get dressed. When a black business card fell out of his shirt pocket. In fancy letters across the top of the card it read “Jock Ellis” MALE ESCORT agency with fax and cell number in the lower corner.

  Frank then glanced around the locker room until he spotted a guy that was wearing a bright orange chap’s shirt, brown khakis and a white derby. When the guy noticed that Frank saw him, he held up his hand, he but his thumb to his ear and pinky to his mouth and said “Call me.’ Frank nodded ok, and the man left.

  Thinking no more about it Frank finished getting dressed and headed home.

  When he got to his one bedroom apartment he had five messages on his answering machine.

  Message 1Beep: Hi Mr. Lean, this is John Here at rent-with-us I was calling to remind you that a payment is due for the living room suit you purchased back in May, thanks and have a nice day.

  Message 2 Beep: Mr. Lean, hello I’m calling in regards to your past due bill with Vision Satellite please give us a call to avoid interruption with your dish, thanks.

  Message 3 Beep: Yea! This is Billy Bob sanitation, your two months behind, so before I make another trash pickup, I’m going to need at least one payment ‘preciate buddy.

  Message 4 Beep: Hey babe, how did tryouts go? Call me.

  Message 5 Beep: “I love you Frank call me.”

  After deleting the messages the door bell rang “ding! Dong, ding! Ding dong.”

  It was mid day and scorching hot out around 100 degrees. Frank’s girlfriend Cherry, knew he was looking through the peep hole at her perspire so she crossed her arms and poked her bottom lip out.

  “Open the door Frank!” she demanded.

  Frank sighed, because he didn’t want to hear her nagging, especially not today.

  When he did open the door she zoomed passed him without saying hey, excuse me, fuck you or anything to acknowledge him. But she was looking so fine Frank didn’t give a shit. In fact her conversation was so bad, Frank rather her not talk most of the time anyway. He just loved looking at her. Her hair was cut short into a bob. Her boobs, ass and lips were all augmented she kinda resembled Jessica Alba but two shades darker and just a little bit thicker.

  The sound of her releasing her bladder gave Frank a hard on. He met her coming out of the bathroom. She saw the fire in his eyes, and penis print through his briefs. Her five day period had just gone off yesterday, so she was horny as well.

  Their tongue’s locked, and they began anxiously grabbing each other’s genitals while making their way to the couch.

  Frank fell on the couch and Cherry fell on top of him. Frank whipped out his dick and Cherry lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. There was no foreplay this time, only release. Frank leaned back and watched her thin pussy lips suck him in.

  While Cherry was riding him she congratulated him in between moans for making the football team. Frank’s dick went limp instantly. Cherry stopped, and got up, pulling her skirt down.

  “Man, don’t tell me you didn’t make the team again?”

  “How the hell you gonna stop and ask me some dumb shit like that? It aint that big of a deal Cherry! Fuck!"

  But it really was to her, when she met Frank last year during the first try outs he told her that he was going to be in the NFL one day. Cherry wasted no time claiming Frank and quickly jumped on the band wagon. And after he didn’t make it, it was too late they had been dating for about three months and since he was spending money on her she decided to stick around. But lately Frank barely had enough money to put gas in his car. Let alone give her any, and that was why he got behind on his bills in the first place, letting her needs come before his bills. Cherry didn’t want to hear that because it was a big deal to her and she let it be known.

  “You know Frank, I think it’s time for me to bounce, I’m too damn fine to be without. Fuck dis shit!”

  “Tha fuck you mean? Now that I’m broke yo ass wanna get the hell on!”

  “Call it what you want Frank! But I don’t have to explain shit to your broke ass. I’m done pretending and you should quit pretending also, you knew where this relationship was headed weeks ago Frank.”

  “So if I would’ve made the team, you wouldn’t be leaving is that what you’re saying?”

  “Bingo It’s all about the Benjamin’s Baby.” she sang in the same melody of the old rap song.

  “Love these days is over rated.” Cherry said.

  Frank sat there for a moment, while Cherry stood with her hands on her hips. Then he smiled, while rubbing his temples “Get the fuck out!!!” He calmly said. She was leaving anyway, but at least he got to kick her out.

  Frank dialed his mom as soon as Cherry hit the door. She answered on the second ring, there were people screaming in the background.

  “Hey Jr. Baby, I was wondering when you were going to call, how’s my babyboy doing in Georgia?”

  “Hey mama, I’m okay I guess, and you?”

  “I’m living, as long as God wakes me up every morning, I’ll make the best of the day. So I’m truly blessed.”

  “Your right mama, hey what’s all that noise in the back ground yall turnt up aint cha!”

  “No! Jr., that’s your sister and Detra over here all in my ear. Oh! Just a second your sister wants to talk to you.”

  Tamia grabs the phone.

  “Heey bruh, bruh! When are you coming to visit ‘cause I miss your ass. But Jr. please don’t bring that chick back down here cause when I called you last week she told me don’t be calling at that time of the night. Then the bitch hung up on me. So her prissy ass is mine, make sure you tell that hoe what I said."

  “I’ma try and come in a week or so, and you don’t have to worry about Cherry she broke up with me like just before I called. “

  “Well good, she aint good enough to be with my brother, you need a woman not a hoe.” Tamia said glad to hear the news.

  "Hey, Tamia tell Detra I said hi and I’ll see you guys in a couple of weeks, okay. Let me speak back to mama."

  “Okay, love ya bruh bruh bye! Here you go mama," Tamia said handing her mom back the phone.

  “Mama, I didn’t make the team. I’m sorry, I guess it’s not meant to be. As bad as I wanted it...can you tell pop for me mama.”

  “I know you tried your best Frank, your pop and I are proud of you. So when were you planning on visiting us? Your daddy bought a boat and he said it won’t touch any water until you come home. Then you can tell him yourself, but I think he will understand son."

  “Well my money kinda funny right now mama, I’m behind on all of my bills”

  “How much do you need Jr.?”

  “No mama, you and pop have done enough for me alr
eady.”

  “Boy! How much do you need?”

  “Mama, about five hundred dollars. And you were right about Cherry, as soon as I told her I didn’t make the team, she dumped me.”

  “I knew it son. mama can spot a hoe from a hundred yards. Oh well, that’s how you learn through experience, but anyway tomorrow I will wire the money to your account, okay.”

  “Thank you mama, one day I don’t know how yet, but I promise I’m going to pay you and pop back!”

  “Okay son, that’s fine, well let me get off this phone, I got food on the stove, I’ll talk to you later baby, I love you!”

  “Bye mama and I love you too!”

  After hanging up with his mom, Frank ordered a medium pan meat lover’s pizza from Pizza hut. Then placed his last six pack of bud light in the freezer so it would be nice and chilled when his pizza arrived. He felt a smidget of relief because the money his parents were sending would hold off the creditors until he found a job if AutoZone didn’t hire him back.

  A couple of beers later he concluded that perhaps change was needed. And that change was coming sooner than he expected. Twenty minutes later the door bell rang. Frank saw that it was the pizza boy when he looked through the peephole, and opened the door.

  “Yeah dude, one pan meat lovers that will be $11.99.” It was obvious by the smell of weed and the kid’s eyes he was high as a kite.

  Frank smiled, then grabbed the box, and examined the pizza. "Ok! Just a sec, let me sit this down," Frank said turning to place the pizza on a table. He pulled out his wallet and handed the young man $15 and told him to keep the change.

  "Thanks a whole three bucks?" the pizza boy said in dry sarcasm and walked to his car.

  Frank noticed that the black card he got earlier had fell on the welcome mat. This time when he picked it up, a light bulb popped in his head. After he ate half the pizza and drunk all six beers Frank, decided to give this Jock fella a buzz.

  Drug Money

  G_Money

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  Prologue

  Standing on my balcony, overlooking the ocean, watching the waves crash against the cliff, I felt larger than life, colossal. Untouchable is a good word to describe me. I’ve been in this game for a long time and I have the bank accounts to prove it. Right now, my estimated worth is somewhere near five hundred million and growing daily. My team has put in work all across the globe and our name rings bells anywhere you go. The committee runs this shit! But enough day dreaming let me show y’all how we get down. Remember, it’s always business never pleasure.

  “Rico…Rico…Rico!” Rain yelled.

  “What Bitch? What? Damn, you made me fuck up my count again. This shit better be important or I’ma be hot for real.” I got up from the kitchen table and walked into the living room where Rain’s sexy chocolate ass was laid across the couch like an exotic black panther, wearing nothing but red lace panties and a matching bra. Imagine Nia Long, six inches taller and three shades darker with an ass like a basketball. Yea, my bitch bad and very expensive! But if it weren’t for her I’d still be on the block; instead, I own the block, a lot of them.

  “What’s good, Mama?” She looks me up and down, then points at the television.

  The first person I see is Mayor Campbell holding a press conference, talking about me or should I say my organization, which consists of me, Nino, Cash, and Dymu---my brothers, and about sixty other influential people from diverse backgrounds, including lawyers, doctors, judges and cops. Just to think, I built and continue to run this empire with drug money but the committee is more than drugs and murder. Four weeks ago we were awarded for being one of the top 100 most profitable companies traded on Wall Street.

  “Ayo, turn the T.V. up Ma. I hear the voice of the only person in Atlanta that I couldn’t get to pledge his allegiance to me.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today to discuss and try to formulate a plan to put a stop to the murderous cartel that call themselves The Committee! They have single handedly taken over our city streets. They have extorted our legitimate businesses, and have increased our crime rate by twenty-seven percent! People of Atlanta we will not put up with this any longer. It is time to put an end to this blatant disregard of not only law, but also to the value of human life as well untitled we will stand against all tyranny and take back our city streets! I have assembled a task force of elite operatives from the DEA, FBI, ATF, and APD to take this cartel apart. Operation Black Magic is now in full swing.

  I sat there and watched the audience stand and applaud this man as if I would really allow this nigga to beat me. All he did was declare war. So just like a soldier in Iraq he better be ready to die for his country because I’m gonna kill him, personally. This is no longer business, this shit just got personal.

  “Ay, Rain!”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I need you to put the call out and tell everyone we will have a meeting tomorrow at 9 pm at the headquarters. Oh yea, call the Russians and tell them I need to meet them tonight at 9 pm at the club.”

  “Okay, baby.” She replied.

  Now it's time to strategize my next move. First, I have to meet with the Russians and figure out how to remove Mayor Campbell with the least amount of collateral damage possible. Then I have to disassemble his little task force, one by one, just to let the world know that the Committee don't fuck around. Got to finish counting this money though. I got ten money machines but that aint enough; still need about twenty more.

  "Rain!" I yelled.

  "What?" She yelled back.

  I could hear her getting off the couch and walking across the hardwood floor of our two million dollar home and onto the marble floor of the kitchen to appear behind me, like a chocolate dream.

  "Yes, Baby?" She said, with a slight attitude and her hands on her hips.

  "Look, I need you to do me a favor. Go down to the bank and get twenty more money machines." I slid twenty thousand dollars across the table. "And buy that purse you want so you can lose the attitude."

  "Thank you baby." She replied, in her sexy voice. She bends down and grabs a handful of my dick. "I got something for you when I come back."

  "Is that right?"

  "Yea, baby, I got a surprise for you."

  "Well, you know I like surprises."

  "You gonna love this one."

  ***

  "Two million, three hundred thousand cash, where are we going to put it baby?" Rain asked.

  "Start putting it in duffle bags, one hundred thousand each." I reply. "So, now that business is handled, where my surprise at?"

  "It will be here soon. Be patient, baby."

  As we sat across from each other at the table, both lost in thought-- I was thinking about investing more money while she was probably thinking of how to spend it-- there was a meeting going on down at the precinct. It was not one that was in my best interest, it was one that would start a war, but a good warrior is always prepared for battle..........

  I'm ready!

  Chapter One: The Plot Thickens

  Detective Jones

  At six feet seven, weighing two hundred and sixty-five pounds, red-head Irish lead Detective Jones had a powerful yet humbled aura. I had a way of controlling the dynamics of the room without being overbearing and pretentious. As I stood at the head of the conference table about to speak to the participants of Operation Black Magic, I thought to myself; how are we supposed to catch these people if we don't even know where they are? Let alone, who they are?

  I stared down at my notes, which consisted of one index card of information, that’s it. As I glanced up, the back door of the conference room opened with a loud clang, which made everyone in the room turn to see what or who was the source of the disturbance. Mayor Campbell waltzed across the floor with all the gra
ce of a lumberjack in high heels!

  He took a seat at the other end of the mahogany table directly facing me. There was a span of, fourteen people separating us. He glanced around the room greeting a few of the people he knew, then nodded his head in my direction, signaling me to begin. I shuffled my notes around then stood and cleared my throat...

  "Ladies and gentlemen, you all know why we are here today. So, let's cut to the chase. This consortium, gang, click, or whatever name they call cold blooded killers these days The Committee is causing the city of Atlanta, as well as Miami, Birmingham, Knoxville, Charleston, Lexington, and now Camden and Philly, a lot of problems. The only details we have on these people is that their base of operation is in Atlanta.

  We don't know who the members are where the hell they come from or why they decided to call Atlanta their home, but what we do know is that within these last six months we've had over seventy-five unsolved murders! Some where police officers, business owners, and rival drug dealers. All of our usual informants are scared to talk, or say anything outside of the name ringing the streets. They have the streets terrified to talk! Outside of the name, The Committee, we have absolutely nothing. That's why we've made this operation a joint department investigation instead of leaving it an APD issue. You guys are the best ensemble of undercover agents the United States has assembled since the dessert storm your talents vary from communications to weapons specialist so needless to say this team is qualified to gather Intel and execute a hostile take down if necessary.