Crooked G's

by S. K. Collins

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  “You wanna rob a train?” Latrice asked, totally astonished.

  “No. We can’t go on a train hitting people up. I want to rob the van.”

  “A van? What van?”

  “The van that all the money leaves the station in.”

  “But won’t the driver have a gun?”

  “Yeah, but don’t even worry about that. I got it all planned out to where he won’t even be able to go for his shit. By the time he figures out what’s going on, we’ll already have the drop on ’em and have the whole van cleaned out.”

  “I don’t know about that, Kita. It all sounds too risky. I think we should consider something else.”

  “Something else?” Shakita looked at Latrice like she was crazy. “Do you know how long it took me to think of this shit? There’s no other plan better than this. We got three weeks to make this shit happen. You hear me? Three weeks. This is it. If we don’t try it, we’re good as dead anyway, right? So what the fuck do we have to lose? We got to get this money,” Shakita said, desperately explaining their now-or-never opportunity.

  Latrice was still unsure if Shakita’s plan was going to work. Robbing an armed guard for the money he was transporting was as dangerous as running up into someone’s drug spot and demanding their stash. The only difference was that the guard could legally kill them or have them convicted of a federal crime. Latrice didn’t even want to begin to think about the years that the feds handed out for what they were thinking about doing. Even though Latrice was overreluctant about Shakita’s heist idea, she still wasn’t about to come up with a winning solution of her own.

  She thought that Shakita’s suggestion was naϊve and perilous, but it could work. If the plan was carried out exactly right then, the payoff they’d get would be enormous. Bay would have his money back and they would have enough money left over to do whatever they wanted. She thought about Clarity and the rest of her artists that were at stake and wanted to hear more of Shakita’s blueprint. Shakita pulled Latrice’s attention closer and explained every part of her plan in full detail.

  Shakita arrived at work a little earlier than usual hoping to find Reggie. Reggie was medium height, slightly overweight, and had patchy brown skin. Shakita knew him from high school, but he was never her type to pay much attention to. Reggie, on the other hand, always tried to get at Shakita back then and still did, which she planned to use to her advantage. Reggie was a Revenue Processing Technician who handled the money as it came in, and if anybody had any idea how the cash left the stations, it would be him.

  Shakita spotted Reggie talking to another coworker when they were coming down the escalator. Reggie wore thick ugly glasses and she could spot him a mile away. Shakita had to find out what he knew.

  “What’s up, Reggie? Can I holler at you for a minute?” she asked as Reggie stepped off the escalator.

  “Yeah, we can talk. All right, man. I’ll get up with you later,” Reggie said, ending his conversation with his coworker.

  “Let’s walk over here,” Shakita said, leading him over by the elevator.

  Reggie was surprised that Shakita wanted to ask him something and he was eager to find out what it was.

  “So what’s going on, Reggie?” Shakita asked, trying to make small talk.

  “Nothing. About to clock in. What’s up with you?” Reggie asked, wondering if she were going to ask him to borrow some lunch money. He figured since she’d just started working, that’s what she wanted to talk about.

  “Reggie, I need to ask you for a favor, but I need you to keep it between us,” Shakita said in a low tone so no one else around could hear.

  Reggie was assured then if she were trying to keep something low, that it had to be about borrowing some money.

  “I got you. What’s up?” Reggie said, trying to fuel his curiosity.

  “You told me you work with the money that comes out of the fare machines, right?”

  “Yeah. Why?” Reggie asked, confused.

  “Do you know where it all goes once it leaves here?”

  Reggie thought for a second before he answered. He needed to know why she was asking.

  “If I did know, what would I get for telling you?”

  “Hold up, Reggie. I thought we were better than that. Why it got to be about something?”

  “Hey. You asked me for a favor, remember? I could see if we were all like that, but you know what it is.”

  “It wasn’t like you were trying to be my best friend either,” Shakita said in her defense.

  “Girl, please. You know I was on your shit hard back in school. You weren’t even paying my ass any attention.”

  “I used to talk to you all the time. You know I ain’t do you like that,” Shakita said, trying to get on his good side.

  Reggie twisted his lips. “Yeah, whatever, girl.”

  “Well, if I did do that, then I’m sorry. But I’m older now so I don’t think like a child anymore. I’m a grown woman now and I need a grown man favor from you.”

  “So you a grown woman, huh?” Reggie said, looking Shakita up and down.

  “Yeah, I’m a grown-ass woman. Now if you tell me everything I need to know, I’ll break you off a nice piece of change for helping out.”

  “You’re trying to do some crazy shit, huh?”

  “Ain’t nothing crazy about anything as long as you plan right. You feel what I’m saying? Without you, this thing can’t happen.”

  “So you need me, huh?”

  “Let’s just say you’re the missing piece to the puzzle,” Shakita said, not wanting Reggie to think he was going to be head of her operation.

  Reggie thought for a second and then looked at Shakita with a sly eye. “If I’m going to be involved in whatever shit you got going on, then you got to do something special for me first.”

  “I’m already going to break bread with you. What else do you want?”

  “Girl, you know what I want. I want that monkey,” Reggie said as he licked his lips.

  Shakita wasn’t surprised at all by Reggie’s request. She was well aware that he wanted to taste her ass back in high school, and judging by the way he was looking at her, the thought had been on his mind ever since. Reggie was not someone Shakita would ever fuck for fun, being that he was dog-face ugly and fat as hell.

  Shakita was used to getting big tips for fucking someone like Reggie at the spa, and if having sex with Reggie would lead her to masterminding her plan, then that would be the biggest tip anyone could ever give her right now.

  “I can make that happen if you can tell me where that money goes when it leaves here. I need an exact location. Can you do that?”

  “As long as we can do our thing, I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

  “Cool. When can you make that happen?”

  “After I get what I want first. Then I’ll talk.”

  Shakita didn’t like putting out before she got what she wanted, but in this situation, she had no choice but to give in. “Okay. We’ll fuck first. But you better not pull no bama-ass shit. ’Cause once you get this pussy, you’re going to want it again.”

  “I hear what you’re saying. So when are we going to do this?”

  “The sooner the better. When can we meet?”

  “Meet me tomorrow night at ten-thirty at the Fort Totten Station. I’ll have my man working the booth cover us.”

  “You’re trying to fuck at one of the stations? Why can’t we go somewhere else?”

  “You said the sooner the better, right? If we sneak in the bathroom there, we can be in and out. I’m trying to make it easier on you,” Reggie said, not telling her that he really lived with his girlfriend, and couldn’t take her back to his spot. He didn’t want to pay for a room either since he didn’t know if Shakita was worth it or not.

  “All right then, ten-thirty. Remember what I said,” Shakita warned.

  “I got you. Don’t worry about it, baby.”

  “I’m going to go clock in now. The next t
ime I see you, make sure you’re about business,” Shakita said as she started to walk away.

  Reggie gave her a nod and watched her walk on. God must really love me. I finally get to tear that ass up, Reggie said to himself.

  Reggie got an instant hard-on thinking about what he was going to do to Shakita, and then quickly got on the phone to set up everything at the Fort Totten Station for tomorrow night. Shakita didn’t even turn back around, not wanting to see Reggie’s ugly-ass face until tomorrow night. Even that was too soon for her, but it had to be done. She couldn’t wait for her business to be done with Reggie so she wouldn’t have to deal with him ever again.

  Shakita got off the train and was at the Fort Totten Station at 10:25. She didn’t see Reggie yet and hoped he wasn’t late since she needed to be home by midnight. She looked in the information booth and saw only one person. She figured he was the one who was going to watch out for them. She continued to wait for Reggie in the half-empty station, when she saw him waving at her as he peeked out the Fire Equipment Cabinet Room door. Shakita looked around to see if anyone were paying attention to her and then quickly went into the room with Reggie.

  When Shakita was in the room, Reggie closed the door behind her and led her into the bathroom. Reggie locked the door so that they wouldn’t be disturbed on accident.

  “All right. We got to get this shit cracking. I got to get back over my way by twelve,” Shakita said as she undid her pants.

  Reggie hurried and kicked off his boots, not wanting to waste any time either. He was standing in only his wife beater and socks, as he wondered why Shakita hadn’t taken her pants off yet. “Are you going to take ’em off or do you want me to do it?” Reggie asked with lust in his eyes.

  “No, I’ll do it. I’m only taking one pants leg off,” Shakita said as she kicked off her shoe.

  “So how you want to do this?”

  Reggie walked toward her. “I want to hit that shit from the back.”

  Shakita turned around and leaned up against the sink. “Hold up. I want to suck those titties first,” Reggie said, turning her around and lifting up her shirt. He pulled up her bra and began to lick all over her soft breasts. After a few unpleasant minutes of her nipples getting bit and tugged on, she was ready for him to get to it.

  “All right. Are you ready yet?” she asked with irritation.

  “Are you?” he said, moving his fingers down her stomach to feel how wet she was.

  “I’m always wet,” Shakita said after Reggie pulled his slick fingers out of her opening.

  “Yeah, you wet than a mothafucka. I still want to add my own lubricant to it, though.”

  Reggie bent down and started licking her pussy. Her juices dripped off of his tongue and gathered onto the bathroom floor.

  Damn! This nigga’s eating my pussy like he’s trying to bite the shit off! Shakita thought as Reggie moved his head viciously back and forth. She hoped that he would stop soon. The shit didn’t feeling good at all. Reggie continued to devour on her until his jaws started hurting.

  “All right, turn back around now,” he said, wiping his mouth off and getting back on his feet. Shakita turned back around and then lifted up her shirt so Reggie could easily find his way into her pussy.

  Damn! Her ass wasn’t fat like this in high school. She got to be on the shot, Reggie thought, admiring her plump ass. Reggie wiped the precum off his dick and was about to put it in, until Shakita turned around and looked at him crazily.

  “Boy. If you don’t put on a damn condom and stop playing with me. I don’t even get down like that.”

  “My bad, boo,” Reggie said as he disappointedly reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. Reggie wanted to hit Shakita raw dog bad as hell but didn’t put it in fast enough. After she watched him slip on the condom, and then put himself inside her, she turned around and faced the mirror. She couldn’t help but laugh on the inside at how small his dick was. She started cracking jokes to herself. Damn. Baby dick tried to pull a fast one on me. I hope that condom don’t come off with his lil’-dick self, Shakita thought, putting her head down so Reggie couldn’t see her laughing at him.

  Reggie was inside her and felt like suddenly, he was in heaven. He was really enjoying how good her pussy felt. Damn, this pussy’s bomb as shit. I can’t believe I’m hitting this shit, Reggie thought as he danced inside her doing all types of tricks.

  What the fuck is he doing? Shakita wondered, as she looked at him through the mirror while he danced behind her.

  Shakita sucked her teeth. “Aye, nigga. Stop doing the fucking two-step in my pussy and fuck me, all right? You’re wasting time.”

  Reggie stopped playing around and began to focus on what he was doing. He started to pump hard as Shakita looked at him through the mirror watching him make ugly-ass faces while he tried to concentrate. Shakita was not fazed by his weak penetration and wanted him to hurry up and finish. Reggie continued to pump fast and then really got into it when he felt he was about to bust. It felt so good to him when he let off in her warm pouch that he got chills through his entire body. Reggie pulled out and leaned up against the stall unable to stand up straight. He was breathing heavy from exhaustion and had sweat beads all across his forehead.

  Shakita was so glad that it was over; she hurried to put her pants back on.

  “Hold up, baby. I’m trying to do it again. Give me a minute or two,” Reggie said, sounding winded.

  “Nah, mothafucka. I need you to tell me what I want to know first.”

  “What you want to know?” Reggie asked, still trying to suck in as much air as possible.

  “Reggie, get your tired ass together and tell me where the damn money goes.”

  “I don’t know that shit,” Reggie said with a smirk on his face.

  Shakita got even more pissed off as she got up in his face. “Reggie, you better be fucking with me. You already told me you knew where the fucking money goes! Now tell me where the fuck it goes, nigga, and stop bullshiting!”

  Reggie started to laugh. “Girl, I was faking like shit. I don’t know where that money be going. I only process the shit. Now I bet if you fuck the driver, he might tell you. Now come here, girl, and give me some more of that good pussy,” Reggie said as he tried to pull Shakita closer to him.

  Shakita was so fucking mad she got played that she pushed Reggie back into the stall, and then kicked him hard in his balls, sending him down to the floor in pain.

  “I’m going to get somebody to fuck you up real good! You going to fucking lie to me so you could get some pussy, you fat mothafucka!” Shakita started kicking him in his chest. She repeatedly kicked him until her shoe almost came off.

  Reggie cried in pain as he continued to hold his throbbing nut sac. “I don’t know what pain you’re feeling, you lil’-dick mothafucka!” Shakita clawed his glasses off him and then spat in his face. “If you tell anybody about what I’m trying to do! Whoever I send after your ass I’ll make sure they cut that lil’-ass dick off too, bitch!” Shakita took his glasses and threw them at the wall, causing the lenses to shatter while crippling the frame. She then stormed out of the bathroom leaving him almost ass-naked on the floor.

  Shakita ran up the steps hoping to catch the waiting train. The train doors were about to close as she ran and made it on. She sat down and started to bang on the window out of frustration as tears filled her eyes. She felt so nasty and degraded and couldn’t believe that she’d let fat-ass Reggie take advantage of her. She became so distraught that she didn’t know what she was going to do next. Shakita never had pictured it going down the way it had and wasn’t prepared to use her back-up plan. Following the money herself would be hard as hell to do with the way her work schedule was set up, and she needed some special help to get the job done in time. She only had a few weeks to make it all happen, so she would have to get Latrice to be the mole and follow the van.

  CHAPTER 22

  Latrice was staked out in the Greenbelt BERK parking lot waiting for the long
white van to appear. Latrice’s job was easy, but she still felt scared knowing she had to be the one to follow the van. She’d never done anything like this in her whole life and didn’t know if anything could backfire on her. She checked her rearview mirror and was suddenly distressed by the sight of the van. She quickly turned around and saw the van heading for the station to make a pickup. Her heart started to beat uncontrollably as the time to follow the van had now arrived. She folded her hands and started to pray knowing that she was wrong for asking God to help her through this situation, but she couldn’t think of anything else that would help calm her nerves.

  Latrice noticed the white van making its way back out of the station so she started her car up and waited for the right moment to follow it. The van made a right turn out of the parking lot and Latrice followed slowly behind. It made another right turn onto Greenbelt Road and then proceeded down River Road on its way to the College Park Station. Latrice took out her pen and wrote down the exact time the van made it to the station. Latrice saw that there was only one officer in the van and jotted it down to let Shakita know everything that was going on. Latrice thought that it was a good idea to take a photo of the driver. Shakita may have wanted to see what he looked like also.

  The van veered off of the main road and then after a few turns, it ended up on Barton Road. The van then pulled into a lot that led to what seemed to be a large depository center. Latrice’s suspicion was confirmed when the driver got out and started unloading the canisters while two other men helped him bring them into the building. Latrice snapped more pictures of what she was observing to give Shakita a better perspective of what they were up against. She took down a few more notes and then drove away without being seen. She felt she’d gotten a lot accomplished and would be able to give Shakita a thorough report on her findings. Even though Latrice had all the information she needed, she still didn’t know what Shakita was going to do on her end. She couldn’t visualize how she was going to make it happen. She hoped Shakita’s outlook was a hell of a lot better than hers.