by T. Styles
When I see Catherine, Tabitha and Tywanda talking and pointing out of the window, I look over at Hadiya. “What they doing?”
I focus on her lips. “Some guys in a limousine just pulled up to the side of the van.” She whips her hair on the left side and leans forward to look out of the window. “I think they trying to get us to stop. You think they holding paper?”
I didn’t know but I was going to find out. “Metha, pull the van over up the street.” I look at the white limo again. “I wanna see what these niggas want.”
Metha’s been ragging me about the sex business for the longest and it was starting to work my nerves. She says pretty girls should get respectable jobs. My question to her is what should ugly girls do? Needless to say she doesn’t want to listen to me. As she decreases speed, I notice that my girls are looking at me with hopeful eyes. They can’t wait to work and I love it. They should be holding on a couple of thousand themselves as much as they’ve been working. When the van stops, I hop out and Hadiya is right behind me, holding a white umbrella over my head. Her own hair gets soaked.
Just as I expect, the limo stops and out comes six guys. They’re young like us, but I can tell they have a little change. It dawns on me that they’re probably basketball players looking to have a little fun. The one who approaches me first has a quiet swag about him. He’s chocolate and doesn’t seem to be perpetrating like the others. Water falls on his black shirt like drops of crystals, but he’s focused and I like him already.
“Damn, all of them bitches in that mothafucka fine as shit!” One of his friends yells and gropes his dick.
“Nigga, shut the fuck up and show some respect.” Mr. Swag says to him. He gives his attention back to me. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
I’m not in the mood for games. I have too much shit to do today. “My name is Jayden but I’m not available to you. Now lets get to what you really want to know.”
“Damn, you sure know how to burst a nigga’s bubble. And quick too.” He smiles and winked. “But I feel you though.” He looks at the van and when I look behind me, I see all of the hopeful looks on my girls’ faces. They resemble little orphans waiting to be chosen. “Are all of your friends off limits? Or just you?”
“It depends on which one you looking at.”
He eyes Passion who steps out of the line of his view. “For real I see a few of them that I like. What would you say if I’m up for two?”
“Well you have to pay what they weigh, but I don’t see that being a problem. Do you?”
He frowns a little, looks back at his friends and then at me. “It’s like that?”
“Let me give it to you straight. I’m a pimp and these are my bitches. You heard of wholesale well I’m into WHORE-SALE. I sell ‘em by the dozen. I’m not about to play with you or waste your time. Now you flagged down my van, so I figure you want to have a good time. I can make that happen if you got money. So my question to you is what you trying to do?”
He looks at me and my girls. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a roll of money, which looks decent enough. “So you saying, I can have anyone I want right?”
“Anyone.” He eyes me and licks his lips. “But me.”
“If that’s the case,” He walks past me and picks Tywanda. They always pick Tywanda. “Then what we waiting on?”
****
All of the furniture in the living room in the presidential room of the Embassy Suite is pushed against the wall. Tywanda has Mr. Swag in the middle of the floor on his back with his dick in her mouth. He lost his coolness. Damn. She is on all fours and the arch in her back sends her ass through the roof like downward dog in Yoga. One of Mr. Swag’s homies has his finger in her ass as he beat his dick. Foxie, Queen, Na-Na, Hadiya and unfortunately Gucci handle their businesses with the others. Sex is everywhere and the vibe was just right for making money.
I was in the only available chair in the room and Passion is sitting between my legs. I’m scratching her scalp with the comb as we watch the show. She claims her head itches but I think all the sex going on has her wanting to feel something, even if it is only her head.
Earlier I had Metha take all but six of my crewmembers and Passion to their hair appointments. Olive went with them to make sure things went smoothly. The other six girls that the basketball players chose, had their appointments rescheduled for later that night, after they handled business. Luckily I had a stylist who could whip a hairstyle into submission under two hours. She said since nobody was getting any serious hardware like weaves or braids that it wouldn’t take her anytime at all. With the appointments rescheduled, we jumped into their limo and made it to their hotel at the Embassy Suite in less than twenty minutes. They reserved the Presidential Suite and I’m surprised at how big the room is.
When Tywanda turns over on her back and rises up on her feet and hands while Mr. Swag hovers over her face, I was about to lose it. She places her tongue in his ass hole as he beats his dick. Tywanda turned her sexy body into a human table as she handled her business and I’m sure every nigga in here wanted a taste. Horny now myself, I start scratching the front of Passion’s scalp so that the back of her head is in the center of my crotch. I wind into it a little at a time to go unnoticed. Every time she moves, I force her head deeper into my pussy until I rub out a nut and breathe heavily on a sly.
“Jayden,” she asks after awhile. “You okay?” She looks up at me. The front of her hair is smooshed.
“Yeah…why you say that shit?” I frown.
“Because it felt like you were grinding on my head.”
I push her away and throw the comb in her face. “Then do the shit yourself ungrateful, bitch!”
She looks at me strangely but leaves it alone. After the performance Tywanda put on, Mr. Swag and his friends can’t wait to pull out the bottles and turn on the music. I’m chill because I have five thousand dollars in my hand. And that’s money I didn’t count on. Thirteen Flavors worked the room like good Sex Specialists should and there wasn’t a frown in the house.
Unlike the other girls who were playing socialite, Gucci has been eye-fucking the wad of cash in my hand all night. I swear I don’t know how much longer I can tolerate this bitch. “Gucci, while you’re looking over here, you could be over there making some paper.”
“Looks like you got all the paper over there.” She rolls her eyes and steps off.
When she’s gone I say, “You miss this shit?” I’m hoping she says no. “Sex, money and mayhem?”
I focus on her lips. “I miss the money, but not the lifestyle.” She doesn’t seem confident.
“How come I don’t believe you?” She shrugs. “Passion, I know you liked to fuck more than any of the girls from the old crew, so you telling me you don’t miss all of this. It ain’t like you have a friend coming over to bang your back out. How do you deal with that shit?”
She looks at me. “You want the truth or something like a lie?”
“I want to hear what’s on your mind.”
“I haven’t really thought about having s-sex,” she stumbles a little, “since me and Wags broke up, I feel like I don’t deserve it.”
Hearing his name causes my heart to sink. Wags, who me and Madjesty also called Mr. Nice Guy when we were kids, was a wonderful person who died too soon and I wondered how she knew his name. “Did you say Wags?”
She laughs a little. “I meant, Mad.” Her face lights up when she says her name. “She told me her name was Wags when we first hooked up, that’s why I didn’t know she was your sister.” Madjesty is so fucking disrespectful. “I remembered you telling me you had a sister named Madjesty when we first met but she lied to me.” She seems sad. “And I lied to her too.”
“You gotta stay away from my sister, Passion. She’s fucked up.” I look ahead. “More than you realize.”
“Were you serious about what you said back then? That she raped you?”
“I wouldn’t make up something like that.”
“So,
how did she do it?”
“I guess the same way she fucked you without you knowing she was a girl.” I’m irritated with this line of questioning. “You still see her?”
“I haven’t spoken to her or nothing like that,” she admits. “She probably wouldn’t want to hear from me anyway since I stood her up. Told her I would meet her at the Amtrak train station but I didn’t show. I know I broke her heart and I spend a lot of time wondering what would’ve happened had I met her there.”
My face is red. “How is school and staying clean?” I don’t want to talk about Madjesty because we will never agree. Plus I need her to do the right thing and stay sober. Something told me if Madjesty was in her life she wouldn’t. Plus she would probably choose her over me.
“I can’t lie, everyday is a struggle, Jayden but I’m trying.”
While the girls work the room, I notice that Mr. Swag has lost Tywanda to one of his friends who now has two of my girls in his arms. When I look at where his eyes are positioned, I see Passion staring in his direction. The nigga is greedy as shit! He just had her lick his asshole, what he want with Passion? He makes his way over to us and looks down at her. “You still don’t want to be my friend?” He opens his hand and flashes a blunt. “We ‘bout to have a good time if you down in the bathroom.”
“She’s not available.” I say.
He closes his hand and frowns. “Why not?”
“Because I said so and you paid for what you wanted already. My suggestion to you is that you get your money’s worth and go enjoy yourself. Your friend looks strong but not strong enough to handle two.”
He looks at me like I’m a rash on his nuts. “How about you let the lady talk for herself.”
“Why she gotta do that, when I’m doing a perfectly good enough job for her?”
“Look, if it’s like that,” he reaches into his pocket and hands me another G, “you can have that. I’m just trying to get to know her that’s all. You making it deeper than it has to be.” I don’t trust him and my eyes must’ve said it all because he raises his hands and says, “I have nothing but the best intentions for her.”
This makes me more nervous. Passion has a tendency to fall in love. “Look, I’m not one of the girls available.” Passion interrupts. “So how ‘bout you go back over there and find one who is.”
Wow. She has changed. Or she really is in love with my sister. I feel like I gotta shit just thinking about the idea. He looks at the bills he gave me and I reluctantly hand him a thousand back. “Your call,” he walks away and over to his friends. He picks up Tywanda and throws her over his shoulder, as they disappear into one of the bedrooms. I guess he’s tired of sharing after all.
With a wide smile on my face, I place my hand on her knee. “Don’t worry about that shit, Passion. That nigga wouldn’t have done you right anyway. All he wanted to do was fuck you. Love is over rated,” I look at the door they went in, “just stay focused on your schooling and stuff.”
Something I say bothers her because she gets up, and storms out without saying anything to me. I start to check her for leaving with an attitude, but I let her have it. As long as she keeps her mind on business, all is well in my world.
****
Kreshon picks me up at my house in his Lexus. He must’ve just had it cleaned because it shines like a new nickel. I loved the way some niggas kept their cars fresh. It reminds me of money. “Kreshon, you talked to Shaggy?” I ask as we cruise down the highway.
“No, why you ask?” He adjusts the dial on his stereo and looks at me. “He reached out to you or something?”
“No but I’m trying to reach him.” I place my seatbelt on when I notice he’s speeding faster. “I don’t know where he is but I bet you do. Plus he raped my sister. It’s urgent that we speak.” I scratch my scalp.
He looks over at me and back at the road. “I thought you didn’t fuck with your sister like that. Weren’t you the one who called me over to the house to pick her up?”
“That don’t make a difference, Kreshon. Can you make that happen for me?”
He looks over at me. He seems annoyed. “What are you saying, Jayden?”
I place my hand on his lap and massage his thigh. “Can you find him for me, and take care of him?”
He presses his hand over mine and. “What the fuck is up with you and hurting people? You look like you would be one way, but you turn out to be another. Did your mother fuck you up that bad as a kid?”
“If I say yes, will it affect your response in any way?”
“No.”
“Then it doesn’t make a difference.”
“That makes you dangerous.” I’m silent. Sometimes he acts scared. “I can find him but when I do, what you want me to do with him?”
“At first I want you to bring him to me.”
With a raised eyebrow he asks, “After that?”
“I’ll think of something. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine with me.”
****
We drive for six hours before finally landing in the city of New York. I heard big things about the city but seeing the high buildings, billboards and lights, gave me inspiration. I’d never been anywhere except Texas, DC and Maryland, but those places couldn’t compare to the beauty where I am now.
Kreshon parks the car and he grabs my hand, taking me into the hotel. When we walk inside, it smells of sweet incense and the neon lights over the bar, along with the trendy furniture, makes me feel like I’m in a club. I feel alive. I know then with or without Kreshon, I will be back to this place.
We check in and walk to our room. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me while we’re in town. I remove my red toothbrush from my purse and place it in the bathroom on the counter. I’m so excited and can’t bring myself to calm down. That is until I come out of the bathroom, only to see this nigga laying face up on the bed, TV surfing. “So what we gonna do?” I stand over of him. He’s so attractive. So sexy. “You wanna go to the bar or something?” I feel myself excitedly moving around and I try to stay still.
He frowns. “What is up with you and this drinking?”
“What’s up with you not?”
“We chilling right now so relax.”
I throw my ass in the seat next to the table. It plops down forcing him to look at me with a smile. I’m trying to figure out why he brought me all the way to New York, just to look at him on the bed, while he eyes at me every so often. When three hours pass and we hadn’t moved from the spot, I’m angry and confused.
Fuck this nigga. He’s too weird and plays too many games for me. I grab my purse off of the table I’d been dating since we got here and walk into the bathroom to make a call. It doesn’t take me any time to get Olive on the phone. “Girl, where is Metha at?” I look at the door and roll my eyes. “I might need her to come scoop me up from New York.”
“What’s wrong?” She sounds worried. That’s why she’s my bitch. “He hurt you or something?”
“Not even close. More like this nigga is so boring he hasn’t even come close to me.”
“I’m sorry, girl. Well, you know Metha don’t stay here. I think she took your truck with her like you said she could when she isn’t working but I can come get you if you want.”
I laugh. “I’m not trying to have you drive that big ass bus out here.”
“It’s not that serious, Jayden. Whether you know it or not, I’m in New York all the time.”
“I’m good, just try to reach her if you can, and if you do, give me a call back.”
“No problem.”
“Before you hang up, how’s Passion? She seemed out of it when I left her earlier.”
“She the same. Real quiet. And her little crew been upstairs like five times to check on her but she won’t even answer the door for them. I think she’s missing your sister even more.”
I’m worried more than ever. Had I not been with this loser, I could’ve tended to my business. One things for sure, I won’t make the same mistake again. After
ending the call, I walk out of the bathroom and he’s standing in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. “What you in there doing?”
I push past him, sit at the table and throw my purse on top of it again. “Why?”
He stands over me. “So what, you mad at me or something?”
I look up at him with my lips poked out. I hate feeling like this. “Are you gonna take me home or not? This shit is a complete waste of my time.”
He smiles and I want to scratch his eyebrows off. “What’s so fucking funny?”
“You’re very cute. So cute it’s hard to believe you were my man’s daughter.”
“Just because my daddy died, don’t mean he’s not my father.”
“I’m not saying it like that, Jayden.”
“I know. Just watch how you say things when it comes to him.”
“Fair enough.”
Why is he still standing over me? “You ready?” He finally asks.
“For what, Kreshon?”
“To go see New York?”
I try to act uninterested, but it’s the only thing I wanted to do since we’d gotten here. “Yeah, I guess so.” He laughs, extends his hand and I reluctantly accept.
****
One minute we’re in a cab, and the next we’re in front of a helicopter charter service. Kreshon talks to a man and we’re led out back to a landing strip where a red helicopter waits. I’m overwhelmed with excitement because the last time I’d been in the air was on the flight from Texas to Maryland. But this helicopter was just for us. After a few more minutes, we’re shown our seats and are strapped inside. When we’re settled, he gives us headphones, which I think I don’t need until he says they’ll protect my ears too. Before we even get in the air, I’m excited. Kreshon places his hand over mine and smiles in a way that melts my heart.
The next thing I know we’re lifted in the air and taken over the beautiful city. New York is stunning. I admire the green lady holding the lamp in the sky and the big bridge with tiny cars running over it in different colors. I’m so taken that I can feel heat rising between my legs. We didn’t stay up in the air too long, but in the end, I can truly say I saw New York.
