“No! After what happened earlier, I think not,” Claire finally said.
“Do you think Jacque and Sean…?”
“I don’t wanna think about it,” Claire said.
“But they look so comfortable back there riding together,” Candace said.
“Don’t go there, Candy,” Claire said.
“That man couldn’t be gay, big sis,” Candace said with a smile.
“Please get me to the spa,” Claire sighed.
“Where are they going now?” Jacque wondered and dialed his cell.
Claire steered the whip into the Hyatt Hotel and retrieved a ticket from the attendant. The sisters entered the hotel lobby area and leisurely walked to the massage room.
“I need a full treatment,” Claire said.
“Nothing beats a day at the spa,” Candace said as both went inside the reception area.
“You and Sean go get a room and watch another movie,” Claire said, answering her phone.
“I could do this everyday,” Candace smiled coming out the spa.
“Yes indeed, sis. I don’t think I’ll ever get another Brazilian wax, ever. But this is bikini land and I gotta look sharp,” Claire said, joining her sister.
“I think its sexy shape she designed on you, big sis.”
“It might be, Candy. But it’s got me itching way too much.”
“We better be out then,” Candace said.
“Let’s see what Jacque and Sean are up to now,” Claire said.
“I just know you’re ready for some more sex from Mr. Man-of-the-Moment,” Candace joked.
“I could certainly go for that,” Claire laughed as they stepped on the elevator.
The sisters went upstairs and Claire immediately pursued the satisfaction to her sexual desires.
“Jacque, check the trunk for those guns,” Claire said.
Jacque and Sean went out to the parking lot. They retrieved the shopping bag with guns and ammo. Jacque whistled when he saw the girls getting on the elevator. He gave Sean the bag.
“Take this to the room,” Jacque said.
He joined the girls in their bikinis, smiling on their way to the elevator.
“Damn, y’all are looking really nice,” Jacque laughed.
“What you know?” Claire asked.
“No, it’s who do we know. Melanie called earlier,” Jacque said.
“Melanie…” Candace said with a smile.
“Funny, we were just talking about that chica,” Claire said.
“Her song was playing the other day on the radio, and…” Candace smiled.
“I didn’t know. Melanie sings…?” Jacque asked.
“No, but the last time we went to Miami, she always did her routine to Bad Girls, by Donna Summers,” Claire said.
“Toot, toot… hey… Beep, beep…” Candace chanted and they all laughed.
“Y’all are acting damn crazy,” Jacque said.
“I was getting bored and Melanie knows how to get down,” Candace said.
“You know how that Spanish heifer gets down,” Jacque said.
“Don’t hate,” Candace said. “Your man, Sean can keep your company.”
“I’ll call Melanie in a few,” Claire said.
“Don’t cap anyone, alright?” Jacque joked.
“We’ll be by the pool,” Claire said. “How’s Sean?” Claire asked.
“What y’all did to homey?” Jacque asked with a serious tone.
“What are you talking about?” Claire asked.
“Yeah brother,” Candace said.
“Sean is a hard-rock, hard-body nigga. Now he’s acting all scared. I don’t know what’s up.”
“He just ain’t never dealt with sisters like us,” Claire smiled, licking her lips.
“He’s a punk-ass, he’s not no hard-rock,” Candace joined in.
“I mean, he still on parole so y’all gotta slow down with him around,” Jacque warned. “He’s so nervous he’s been drinking up all the liquor since you’ve been… Are you fucking with his mind too, Claire?”
“Wow! I didn’t know I had that effect on men,” Claire laughed.
“I ain’t his PO,” Jacque said. “Anyway, he’ll be alright once he gets used to you guys. One more thing, you need to call Mimmy. She’s worried about you and Candace.”
“We’ll call her soon,” Claire assured him.
“Tell her we’re filming or something. Make up sump’n Jacque. You’re good at that,” Candace said.
“Yeah, ahight, I’ll handle that. When y’all running with Melanie, who’s gonna keep an eye on you?” he asked.
“We don’t need anyone keeping their eyes on us,” Candace said, getting on the elevator.
“Hang out with us for a few and then we’ll decide what to do. But you can go back home whenever you want,” Claire said.
“What about Sean?”
“Sean…?”
“Yes, that boy-toy of yours…”
“There are two cars, right? Take him back with you,” Claire said as the elevator door closed.
“Good luck, girls.”
CHAPTER 14
Welcome to Miami
The road sign read. Both Girls relaxed in the stretch limousine as the driver cruised along Miami highway. They had called Melanie but didn’t want her to know they had been in Miami all this time and not call. They decided to have her limo driver pick them up at the airport.
“How was the flight?” the chauffer asked.
“What flight?” Candace asked.
“Oh yeah, the flight was great. Thank you,” Claire chimed.
“There is a bar on your left. You’re welcome to help yourself. Melanie told me to take you to the hotel. You’re listed as guests of Uma Mann,” the chauffer said.
“Thanks. Hmm, Miami have that fresh money smell,” Candace said.
“Yeah, it’ll be my chance to relax on the beach,” Claire said.
“I hear you, sis.”
Candace slipped her large frame Dolce & Gabbana shades back over eyes. Claire sighed as she relaxed in the limo. Melanie had them booked at the Tropicana under aliases. The sisters checked in and quickly got into their two-piece bikini suits and lounged poolside.
“Ah yeah big sis, this is the life,” Candace breathed.
“Hmm… Yes Candy, you damn right.”
Shapely hips, toned legs, the sisters looked ravishing in bathing suits. They splurged on rounds of drinks and were a little tipsy by the time Melanie showed up. She was dressed in Gucci heels, Cavalli silk hot pants and silk shirt in honey shade. There were lots of diamonds, large ones on her fingers. Smaller ones dripped from the loops on her ears and her lips. Melanie came sashaying over to them.
“Enjoying the lovely sunshine? How’re y’all doing?” Melanie greeted.
“Melanie, how’re you?” Candace kissed the vanilla complexion, Spanish woman full on her lips.
“Damn Melanie, you’re looking really fly. I want you…” Claire joined in, laughing.
“And you’re looking as beautiful as ever. Dame mi un beso, my baby.” They hugged and kissed lovingly. “C’mon you two, let’s talk, and catch up on old times.” Candace, Claire and Melanie set off for the elevator.
In the hotel room, all three relaxed on a huge bed. Melanie couldn’t keep her hands off Claire’s ass.
“Damn, I need some of this,” she said, rubbing Claire’s exposed ass cheeks.
“Ooh, I see you’re still the wild one,” Claire smiled.
Candace poured drinks.
“None for me,” Melanie said. “I have to stay sober. I’m seeing a nervous pharmacist in a minute. Later we can really get down.”
“What’s new with you, Melanie?” Candace asked, giving a drink to Claire.
“The same ol’ hustle but different locale,” Melanie said.
“You’ve really grown, Melanie,” Claire smiled.
“All the talk back in New York is about y’all asses.”
“Really…?” Candace smiled.
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“Y’all be soon making the most wanted list for that caper in Connecticut. Why couldn’t y’all just suck them rich boys off instead of killing them?”
“That shit just happened. I had the gun in my hand and they were talking shit and I just had to step up or get played.”
“Candy just bust a cap in this bitch’s dome and shit just hit the fan,” Claire added.
“The news said you guys are wanted for questioning in the murder of three Connecticut socialites. Money job…” Melanie’s voice trailed.
“You know… We got a little dough…” Claire smiled.
“How much…? Put a bitch down,” Melanie screamed.
“Enough to chill out down here for a few and decide where the fuck else we should go,” Claire said.
“Oh not to worry, y’all could hide out down here for eternity. Ain’t nobody gonna know. I told the limo driver y’all flew in from LA. Ya feel me, my girls? That’s how I gets down.”
“We hear ya, Ms. Uma Mann,” Candace mocked, winking.
They laughed easy like old friends do. Melanie was a half- Irish, and all Cuban. She often passed for black, Cuban, Honduran, Columbian, or whatever exotic woman the imagination could muster. After her junior year in high school, she had fled to Miami to live with her father’s relatives. They were all in a life of crime and Melanie learned very well from them.
“Anyway Jacque was on the horn telling me that y’all got somewhere close to a mill…”
“Jacque’s been talking too much,” Candace said as she sipped. “I’ll deal with his ass when I see him.”
“Oh you two should hook up and stop keeping everyone guessing. How’s Mimmy?”
“Ah… As well as she can be, I guess.” Claire’s voice trailed.
“Mimmy is herself. She’s…” Candace started.
“Y’all don’t see her much, do ya?” Melanie asked, cutting her off. “Y’all too busy to see her. Admit it. I haven’t seen my parents since I started dancing at seventeen. If I had listened I would never have gotten this far. Which reminds me, I have twenty five thousand dollars here for you. There’s another twenty five on the way.”
“What did we do?”
“This for the jewelry, have you forgotten? It’s the Miami air. I got some people who love that shit to give me seventy. I took my cut. And a little went to the limo driver.”
“The limo driver treated us fine and all but don’t you give up our dough without first consulting with one of us,” Claire warned.
“Let’s move on, please,” Candace suggested.
“Yes, please. Let’s move on,” Melanie retuned contrite. “What’s a couple thousand dollars between friends? I’ve got a project lined up for y’all. It’s so sweet y’all gonna both be licking my ass.”
“So much for the job-talk…”
“Oh wow, this is a pleasant surprise,” Candace smiled.
“Or should we say, Uma Mann?” Claire teased.
“So there’s some money for us, Ms. Mann?”
“That’s chump change. I know this judge…” Melanie started.
“You know a judge?” Claire asked with sarcasm.
“Talk about moving up in the world,” Candace screamed.
“Wait a minute, I need another drink. Ohmigosh! You know a judge and he ain’t sentencing you?” Claire asked.
“Get your drink and when you come back I’ll tell you sump’n that’s really incredible,” Melanie enthused.
“Bring me one too,” Candace said.
Claire walked away to fetch the drinks. When she returned, Melanie was gently massaging Candace’s round, bare ass. Both were lying on their stomachs with their backs to her. Candace was naked.
“Damn, y’all can’t wait for me,” Claire said.
They rolled over on their backs and Claire handed a drink to Candace.
“You two are so beautiful. I just wanna fuck y’all,” Melanie said while reaching out for Claire.
“What’s the deal with this judge?” Claire asked, sitting on the bed. “Have you been stealing his briefs?” Claire and Candace laughed.
“I don’t have to steal. He squeals his guts out when I’m spanking him. It goes down every Thursday from eight to ten o’ clock.”
Melanie and the sisters laughed. “He comes in with his milky, white ass, and by the time he’s leaving, that shit is red like tomato. He calls it his therapy,” Melanie said and they all laughed.
“You’re too much…”
“Are you ready for this? He issued a warrant for the arrest of this dealer, Marco Cortez,” Melanie said in a serious tone. The sisters looked at each other.
“Whoop-ti-fucking-doo,” Candace said dryly.
“No sis it’s more like, ‘hoo-fucking-ray’ for Marco,” Claire shouted.
“Not so loud,” Melanie cautioned. “He’s in this hotel. The bust is going down later tonight. You two can start kissing my ass when I give you the details on how we make this happen. Two mill in two minutes, that’s what I’m talking about. Welcome to Miami y’all.”
“Okay and…?” Claire asked.
“Now if they get to him first, well that two million is gone,” Melanie smiled.
“But if some foxy chicks get to him first, then who to say whose money it is. That two million is ours,” Candace said.
“We split it three ways. And more importantly we’ll be helping out the law so it’s okay for us to keep their cut,” Melanie said.
“The judge ain’t in on this?” Claire asked.
“Mum’s the word in his department. All I have to do is take care of his therapy on Thursdays and he’ll be fine,” Melanie dryly noted. “Don’t be so overjoyed.”
Both sisters hugged and kissed Melanie.
“I know there was a good reason for us being here.” Candace sipped her drink as she spoke.
Melanie was now massaging Candace’s breast. She nibbled at her nipples. Candace arched her back in pleasure. Melanie rubbed Candace’s crotch.
“Ah yeah, Melanie, I love this. That’s it…” Candace said.
“Don’t you think we should be making plans to move in on Marco before the cops get to him?” Claire asked in between sipping.
She sat on the bed watching Melanie licking Candace’s breast and saw her sister squirming.
“It’s all taken care of. You two are his girls for the evening.
“Now that explains why we’re in this hotel,” Claire said.
“I have a connect who was able to get me the key to his place. We can pay him a visit. It’ll be like back in the days. Remember how we used to rip them drug dealers off?”
“We…? Puh-lease cut the nostalgia,” Claire laughed.
“That’s the plan… Any questions…?” Melanie asked.
“Yeah, I’ve got one. What if he doesn’t like us?” Claire asked.
“Then he must be gay, cause we’re beautiful women,” Candace said, shaking her tits.
“If he starts shooting…?” Melanie paused and reached inside her Chloe silver reptile handbag. She pulled out three automatic weapons with silencers attached. “These are all brand new. I brought them just in case. Y’all welcome to choose one,” she said and blew a kiss to the sisters.
“Is he around?” Claire asked, inspecting the weapons.
“According to my contact, he’s here waiting for an escort service,” Melanie said. “He’s been calling to the front desk all evening. The guns are in your hands, girlfriends.”
“Let’s escort the man out of his money,” Candace said, hooking her top and choosing a gun. She tucked it in a suede Coach drawstring.
“He’s in room 503,” Melanie said, carrying a Louis Vuitton monogrammed knapsack.
Claire concealed her gun in a Gucci snakeskin handbag. The bikini clad sisters and Melanie strolled to the elevator. All three ladies were sexy and turning heads strolling through the hotel. The sisters headed directly to the room number and Melanie kept watch outside. Claire rang the doorbell.
They could hear the
rummaging inside. Marco Cortez came to the door, but didn’t open it. He waited, before asking, “Who is it?”
“It’s me, your escort for the evening. There is no time to waste. Open up. We must hurry,” Candace said.
“Hold on. I’ve been waiting for the past six hours. Don’t tell me about hurrying up,” he said, opening the door and pointing a gun at the sisters. “How’d you know I’m here? Who are you two? You’re not from the same service I used the last time.”
“Look, are you Marco Cortez?” Claire said.
“Yeah, I spoke to some Spanish chick. I didn’t expect two fine ass black bitches to come here.” He put his weapon down and returned to finish packing. “So where are you taking me? I want to go further south where it’s so hot…” he started with confidence.
He paused, slipped a cigar out of a case and put it in his mouth. Under the watchful eye of the sisters, the balding man slowly opened a drawer. He reached into it and before he could turn around. The girls had their guns on him.
“Hell would be perfect,” Claire and Candace chorused, taking deadly aim.
“Is this some kinda joke…? Ha, ha, ha…” His voice was shaky.
Cortez turned, reaching for his gun but it was too late. The sisters blasted him with two muffled outbursts of their weapons. His body crumpled to the carpet, leaking.
“Let’s get this dough,” Claire said, already searching the place.
“Under the mattress,” Candace said. “Melanie said he was lying on it.”
They raised the mattress up and saw two kilos of cocaine and the money.
“Shit…!”
“There’s a lot of coke he didn’t sell. I wonder who was coming,” Candace said.
The sisters opened the door and Melanie walked in with a duffel bag. She paused and examined the place before taking another step. Melanie threw the bag at them.
“Hurry, girls,” she said and walked outside.
Melanie was talking on her cellphone when she saw a maid on rounds. She smiled at the busy woman. The maid walked away under an intense gaze of the lookout.
A few minutes later, the sisters came out. Their shades and wigs were in place. They walked quickly past Melanie and entered an elevator. Melanie waited a few minutes then she left. The sisters returned poolside and ordered drinks. They were sipping daiquiris when Melanie joined them. She too was wearing a provocative looking bikini.
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