Street Chic

by Anthony Whyte

  “Ooh whew! You look hot,” Candace hissed.

  “The Cuban fire herself,” Claire laughed.

  They walked to her waiting limousine and quickly left the area. The trio wound up at a Hyatt not far away. After checking in under various aliases, the trio found the nearest pool and slipped on their shades enjoying the sunshine.

  “Welcome to Miami,” she said, sinking in a pool chair next to the sisters’. “Now I can have that drink,” Melanie announced with a wink and a smile.

  Both sisters raised their glasses. There were smiles all around and laughter flooded the air. It had been an easy takedown that netted over a million with cocaine. Claire started to think loudly about the loot and the conversation quickly followed.

  “Don’t worry about all that yayo. I’ll take care of that.”

  “Let’s drink. I’d like to forget about work for just a minute,” Candace suggested.

  “Here, here,” Claire said as more drinks arrived.

  “Salu ladies,” Melanie said, raising her glass.

  The Osorio sisters followed suit. Childhood friends and business partners hugged and kissed like lovers celebrating a reunion. The partying continued into the wee hours of the morning. There was something sinister and infectious about Melanie’s ideas.

  Early morning on the balcony of the Four Seasons hotel, Melanie held Candace’s legs in the air. Her naked ass glistened with sweat as Melanie ate her pussy until Candace wept like a cat. Claire rolled, fingering herself to the tsunami of moans.

  CHAPTER 15

  Tuesday at ten in the morning, in a busy office in New York City, Sean was sitting outside his parole officers’ office for his scheduled appointment. He looked well dressed in an Armani suit and watched the other parolees pitching quarters while they waited. Several parole officers trickled back and forth through the hallway. Finally one of them shouted.

  “Gentlemen, c’mon, this is not Rikers. Sean Johnson…”

  “Here…”

  The parole officer handed him a cup and he followed the PO down the hall to the Men’s room. After peeing in the cup, he sat at the desk with PO Martinez, a stocky man with shifty eyes.

  “Are you comfortable where you’re staying?” Martinez asked.

  “Yeah, it’s cool for now.”

  “You got something on your mind?”

  “Nah, it’s all good.”

  “Is that a real Armani?”

  “Yes, it was a gift from my sister.”

  “What that cost her... Like…?”

  “I don’t know. It was a gift, like I said.”

  “Expensive suit, but nice. Have you been looking for work?”

  “Yeah, I’m in with a construction crew, and I got a couple things lined up, while I’m going to school.”

  “You need to get out there and find yourself a job.”

  “Yes sir, I’ll do my best,” Sean smiled.

  Martinez studied the record while watching the parolee exit his office. He scratched his head, noting that Sean’s caretaker was his sister. He made a mental note that he would pay her a visit.

  The next day, the Osorio sisters couldn’t resist the lure of satisfying their incurable boosting appetite. They were inside Giorgio’s. Shoppers were crawling all over the leather-ware store. The sisters selected items and were preparing to discreetly remove tags from the merchandises.

  “Let me handle all the items. I’ve got receipts and a staple right here,” Candace said.

  Once all the merchandises were selected, Candace removed the sensors and dropped the items on the floor. Claire picked them up and folded the selected items neatly. She placed the items in a shopping bag. The disarmed security devices she dumped in another shopping bag that was stashed when they walked out the store.

  The sisters moved on quickly to Polo. They browsed the shoe department. A salesgirl greeted them. She was all smiles as she went to retrieve the orders. Claire positioned herself on the other side, dislodging magnetic stickers from a pair of riding pants she already tried.

  By the time the salesgirl returned, the sisters had already left. In less than half hour, the sisters walked away with more than seventeen thousand dollars of merchandise from Style Lab, Ted Lapidus and Dolce & Gabbana’s.

  “Let’s leave Diamonds for another day,” Claire said.

  “Sure, big sis. That’s sounds like a plan. I see you got some things for boy-toy.”

  Later that evening, Melanie and the sisters decided to cozy up at a bar on the strip.

  “All right ladies, I’ll make sure things are set at the strip bar. I’ll leave the driver for y’all.”

  “No, I want to see you strip, sexy mami,” Claire said, downing her drink.

  “Y’all coming to support ya girl, right?” Melanie laughed.

  Candace was shaking her rump on the dance floor with two athletic looking guys. Claire signaled to her and she walked off. Her dance partners were in a groove and wanted more.

  “What’s the deal with y’all? I was just getting ready to show the brother how my ass shakes,” Candace said, still dancing while approaching the table.

  “Melanie has to go to the strip bar,” Claire said.

  “Aren’t you the owner, Melanie?” Candace asked.

  “Yeah, but I have to make sure my girls are paid,” Melanie said, lighting a cigarette.

  “What’re we waiting for?” Candace asked.

  “I’m rolling with two infamous fugitive sisters.”

  CHAPTER 16

  Meanwhile, Sean was chilling with Jacque in a NYC café, when his cell phone rang.

  “Yeah, who dis?”

  Sean heard his parole’s officer voice and immediately his blood stopped running and he felt like he was about to burst a vessel. He stood frozen, not breathing for a beat. It was the same look he had after being with the Claire and Candace in the shootout at Contessa’s. He was shook, like he had just seen a ghost. Jacque eyed him as he slowly walked away, clutching the phone to his ear.

  Moments later he returned, nervously fidgeting with his drink and collar. Sean looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. After a few sips of his brew, Jacque pushed the issue.

  “Everything cool, man…?”

  “Jacque, I don’t know what da fuck I got myself into,” Sean said.

  Jacque stared at him, realizing that the level of tension was more intense than he would’ve suspected.

  “Man, whatever it is it’s…”

  “You don’t understand. My PO is trying to drum up some bullshit charges.”

  “The PO is trying to violate you?”

  “My sister said he came around asking questions about where she got dough to buy new Armani suits.”

  “Why?”

  “Last week I wore one of the suits Claire had given me to see him.”

  “Big mistake, huh…?”

  “Yeah, and now he’s all over the shit.”

  “That shouldn’t be a problem. Tell him I gave you the suit as a gift. What does he care?”

  “I wasn’t thinking and told him my sister bought it,” Sean said.

  The waiter returned with drinks. Sean drank quickly and ordered more.

  “Easy, man. You won’t be able to walk out,” Jacque said.

  “Who cares? You can always carry me out.”

  “You could be overreacting.”

  “Yeah, but he just called to see me in the morning and reminded me about my curfew.”

  “What’re you gonna do?”

  “I’m gonna get drunk tonight and see his fat ass in the morning.”

  “What’re you gonna tell him?”

  “I don’t even wanna think about it,” Sean said, throwing back another.

  “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

  “C’mon, you know the system is always trying to come between you and your freedom,” Sean said, and drank.

  Back in Miami, the Osorio sisters were dazzling in skimpy black dresses, and Melanie was seductively dressed in a red dress.
They stepped up in the strip club, known as Mela Bar & Grill. The place was on the outskirts of the city. The owner pranced over to the bar and spoke to the bartender. Then she walked over to where the sisters were seated, quietly sipping martinis.

  Melanie dashed from a customer to a waiter chatting them up. The crowd was heavily tourists. Everyone was having fun. A rousing applause was given when Melanie entered the stage to a reggae number.

  “I guess she’s still got it…” Candace said.

  “It’s in her blood,” Claire said sipping.

  “Different strokes…”

  Candace raised her glass with her eyes on Melanie’s gyrating body. The dancer smiled seductively and did her tribute to the song the girls remembered her by.

  Toot, toot ah… Beep, beep…

  Toot, toot ah… Beep, beep…

  Bad girls…

  It wasn’t long before the sisters were singing along. The sisters were swept away by their friend’s bumping and grinding. They rushed the stage and stuffed dollar bills in the crotch of the dancer’s bikini. Melanie took delight, wiggling her ass about the stage.

  “Do some pole tricks,” Claire demanded, throwing dollar bill after dollar bill on the stage.

  Melanie bent over, exposing her crack and mounting the pole. Men and women cheered wildly. The dancer humped and slid up and down on the pole. Her moves tantalized the audience. Melanie went to other customers who were also screaming.

  “Melanie, Melanie, Melanie…” the men chanted.

  “Oh, she’s still the shit…” Candace said.

  “Yeah, I’m open and wet,” Claire laughed.

  After her performance, Melanie kept the same frantic pace, kissing customers and dancing around the place. The crowd enjoyed every minute of it. Finally she made it over to the table where the sisters were seated. The crowd cheered when she kissed them both deeply.

  “I can’t hear a thing,” Melanie said.

  “All the screaming and shouting for you drowned all that…”

  “You two are a mess. How’re the drinks?”

  “Hey, slow down, girlfriend,” Claire said.

  “Yeah, take it down a notch. You’re making me dizzy,” Candace joined in.

  The waiter brought over buckets of ice and champagne. Melanie popped couple bottles, letting the bubbly flow. They drank and partied hard, laughing loudly.

  “This spot’s really nice and it’s hopping too…” Claire said.

  “I’m so happy to see y’all. Salu,” Melanie said raising her champagne glass. The sisters did likewise. “This looks like a very profitable night. Lots of ballers are here. I’m talking about some Miami Heat ballers, baby.

  “Let the deejay shout them out, then we can see where they are,” Claire said.

  “No, I already told him some people don’t like hearing their names, strip club and all. Drink and enjoy ya-selves while I mingle with my fans and make a few extra for the retirement fund,” Melanie laughed.

  “Go ahead…” the sisters chorused, raising their champagne glasses.

  “That damn girl used some of that coke before she got rid of it,” Candace observed.

  “We owed her that. When you’ve got judges feeding you info, you’re doing alright,” Claire said, observing the club. “Seems like some real ballers in here, spending big money.”

  “I’m tired and my feet are killing me. I gotta go,” Claire said.

  “Yeah, I’m with you,” Candace said.

  The sisters exited the club and got in the limo.

  “Enjoyed the show ladies?” the chauffer asked in a thick Spanish accent.

  “Yeah, it has really been a pleasant evening,” Candace said.

  “Yes it has…”

  The driver was on the way back to hotel, when Claire spotted a bar where oysters were the main attraction.

  “Oh, I wanna try that,” she shouted.

  “Try what?” Candace asked.

  “Look over there. They’re throwing darts. C’mon Candy, it’ll be fun. Let’s do it please…”

  “Since you’re gonna cry, we can try just one game. And that’s it. Driver, please pull over there. I’ll sample the oysters, thank you,” Candace deadpanned.

  As soon as the car came to a stop, Claire jumped out the stretch and ran into the bar. Candace hurried behind her. Claire slowed at the door and Candace caught up to her.

  “Remember, just one…”

  They walked into the crowded bar where a woman was totally embarrassing a loud-mouthed guy. Claire and Candace were watching while she measured his dart and threw hers. The dart hit dead center. She was the winner.

  “You lose. Pay up.”

  “You cheated. You do this for a profession, ripping off good paying customers?” he drawled.

  “Pay me. I won fair and square,” the girl said.

  The man pushed her backward and she fell. She was on her knees.

  “Bitch, you ought to pay me for allowing you to play with me,” he pushed her face down, slurring.

  It was quickly getting out hand and nobody did anything to help her. Claire and Candace looked at each other.

  “He’s either the mayor or the town’s bully,” Claire said and walked over with her sister in tow. They went to where the girl was struggling to get up.

  “It’s punks like you that add to the bad name men have,” Candace said, helping the girl to her feet.

  “Where’re you taking that bitch? You’re writing a check that your ass can’t cash,” he said, stumbling after Candace. “You may be tall but you’re too still too weak to fuck with me, you black bitch!”

  “You’re right, I’m not gonna fight you,” Candace said, pushing by him. “My sister will take care of you.”

  “I ain’t scared of no oversized bitch. Where’s your sister?”

  He lunged at Candace. She didn’t look back. There was no need to. Claire caught him flushed with the handle of her gun. She pistol-whipped him bloody. As he lay unconscious, Claire went into his wallet, pulled out some bills and threw them at the girl. The sisters walked away.

  “If you can’t stand the pain, don’t play,” Claire said.

  CHAPTER 17

  The following day the sisters were still in bed when the phone started ringing. Candace answered. It was Melanie.

  “Are you up?” she asked. “How’s the Four Seasons treating y’all? It must be good because ya sound like ya still laid up.”

  “Is that Melanie on speakerphone?” Claire asked.

  “Yeah it’s me. You better be nice before I come over there and whip you both until you call me Melanie Sunshine, like my clientele do.”

  “What’d you want, Melanie?” Candace asked.

  “Rise and shine. It’s mid-day, America’s most wanted.”

  “You left me so horny. I gotta get me sump’n long and hard,” Claire teased.

  “One of those mornings…?” Melanie asked.

  “No, we’d rather fuck you baby,” Candace said.

  “I may have sump’n better for y’all.”

  “Does it come with a battery?”

  “Ya slipping, my girl,” Melanie said with a smile. “Ya batteries should be charged and ready.”

  “Who said we aren’t?”

  “Ya two are a mess. Why don’t y’all clean y’all stank asses and get back at ya girl…”

  “I don’t know where you getting all that energy, Melanie?”

  “That’s why they call me Melanie Sunshine. Hmm, hmm excuse me, I have ta go whip some booty.”

  “Go on girl,” the sisters chorused.

  Claire and Candace continued to lounge. Claire picked up her cell phone. She dialed Sean. The call rang through to his voicemail.

  “I’m not leaving a message. I’m not his,” she said.

  “He might be banging the next one,” Candace said, walking to the bathroom. Claire got up and followed her into the shower.

  “Give me a back rub,” Claire said. “I need my bones cracked.”

  Showers pel
ted the streets of Manhattan. It had been a dry summer but today, it rained all morning. Sean pulled his Sean John black summer jacket closer and walked swiftly into the parole office. He fidgeted with his new Gucci wallet, compliment of Claire, tapping his heels, he waited in high anticipation. His parole officer walked passed him. The officer paused, looked down on him and shook his head.

  “Follow me,” he ordered red-eyed, carrying a cup of java.

  Sean stood lazily, yawned and did as he was told. He continued down the hall that led to a small interview room. The PO ushered Sean inside and invited him to sit. He held the coffee cup to his lips and sat on the desk. Sean stood watched him put the cup to his lips while looking over papers on his desk.

  “Sit,” the PO ordered before sipping. Sean obediently followed and squatted.

  “You’ve got one chance to level with me, Johnson,” he started and Sean knew where he was going.

  “Look, I lied about the suit. It wasn’t given to me by my sister. A friend gave it to me.”

  “Are you lying now? I could violate you now but we’ll see what happens,” he said, picking up his phone and dialing. “What’s the name of your friend?”

  “Jacque…”

  CHAPTER 18

  “Hey, we’re supposed to be on a vacation,” Claire protested.

  She was outside the storage place that Melanie had rented for them. The sisters notified Jacque, and he coordinated the delivery of the sisters’ bounty to Melanie. She had a team of Mexicans stocked the place with stolen items, everything from clothing, cases of liquor, and electronic equipment. Melanie walked in and stood next to two new Harley-Davidson motorcycles in the middle of the floor.

  “Now this is what I’m talking about. Why isn’t there three of these babies?”

  Melanie waved her arms around the huge storage. “Look at all this. Oh my God! I mean check out those king-sized California oak beds and those huge arena size screens. I just have to get sump’n on my commission. Tell me whose credit cards bought all this.”

  “Mr. and Mrs. I-won’t-tell…” Candace chuckled.

  “You can have some of the leather gears,” Claire said, sitting on a beautiful marble stand. “That’s enough of a commission for your work.”