Street Chronicles Girls in the Game

by Nikki Turner

  At nine p.m. promptly, Entice's bell rang, alerting her that someone was in the lobby for her. She didn't answer it right away. She wanted to keep T waiting a minute. Eventually she pressed her intercom button and said, “I'll be down in a minute, T.”

  After a few seconds, Entice's pointy heels could be heard clunking down the lobby stairs. Once she reached the bottom step, T almost forgot for a minute that she really wasn't gay, and was with Entice only so she could catch her trap. During the ten months the two had been together, Entice would average anywhere from two to four thousand tax-free dollars a night and would spend most of it on Teesa.

  Entice was wearing a long sheer brown skirt that was trimmed with copper sequins and a brown wife-beater knotted tightly in the back that hugged her oversize breasts. Her naturally curly hair hung wildly down her back. She was chocolate brown, with slanted eyes and a schoolgirl smile. She folded her arms and looked at her watch.

  “Teesa, you have fourteen minutes left. How much do you want, and when are you going to pay me back? Since we haven't been together you have borrowed over—”

  “I know, I know,” Teesa said, cutting her off. ”I don't want any money from you, Entice. I need a favor. This favor can get me the money I need to pay you back. There's a dude going to the club tonight. His name is Guy. All you have to do is work your magic on him and get him to hire you overnight next week sometime so I can get into his crib. He is a good-ass dude with long-ass paper.”

  “What's in it for me, T?”

  “I can promise you twenty thousand out of the deal. Entice, I have to use the bathroom,” Teesa said as she jumped around, trying hard to keep her legs pressed together.

  Entice removed her keys from a copper-colored satin pouch that hung loosely off of her wrist. “Hurry up. Merc is waiting for me.

  Teesa ran up the stairs and let herself into Entice's duplex. She was shocked to see most of Entice's belongings packed in boxes. She inspected most of them and walked into the bedroom. She went directly to Entice's night table drawer, removed some money from it, and placed it into her pocket.

  She never counts her tips at the end of the night. She lets them pile up until Monday, then deposits half. I'll give this to Bobby, Teesa thought.

  There was a picture lying facedown on the nightstand. Teesa turned it over and wasn't surprised to see a picture of her and Entice. They were standing on a cruise ship with a life preserver that read, u.s. VIRGIN ISLANDS. She put it back down and finally went into the bathroom, where she sat on the toilet fully clothed and in deep thought.

  I wonder where this bitch is going? Who gives a fuck? I have to get this plan into motion.

  As Teesa heard Entice's heels ascending the stairs, she flushed the toilet, put on the most seductive face she could, and met her at the door. She gently tugged on Entice's skirt and slipped her hand under its waistband. Teesa stroked the neatly cut triangular patch of hair near Entice's tattoo. When Entice neglected to shrink back, Teesa eased her skirt and thong down to the ground. Teesa knelt down and licked the exact spot where the word Teesds was tattooed under Entice's bikini line as she massaged her huge brown cheeks with one hand and spread her legs apart with the other.

  “You know this pussy will always be mine,” Teesa said. “Why you trying to hide my name?”

  Teesa squatted, looked up into Entice's vagina, and began to stroke it with her tongue.

  Entice wanted Teesa so badly. She needed it. She missed it. She had to have it. Sex with men bored her. It did nothing for her. But Teesa's touch instantly aroused her, and her moist tongue made her feel loved even though she knew Teesa was bad news.

  As Teesa sucked gently on Entice's clitoris, she felt no emotion, no pleasure. She just kissed and sucked as her thoughts kept moving. This bitch smells like peaches. I hate eating pussy. Entice better come through on this favor. She stopped her thoughts to spit a hair off her tongue. What can I say to make this bitch do what I need her to do? Oh, I know—

  “I can't believe I let you go,” Teesa moaned seductively. “I was just confused. I didn't know how to manage my feelings for another woman. You turned me out.”

  As Teesa went to stick her finger in between Entice's big brown cheeks, Entice welcomed it and began to slide her ass against it. Teesa stood up as she worked Entice's asshole with her fingers and gently kissed her lips.

  Entice was on cloud nine. Trying to make her feeling of euphoria last longer, she inhaled and encompassed Teesa's kiss, and that was when she thought she smelled the slightest scent of something she knew so well—vagina, and it wasn't her own. Entice began to sob.

  “Get off of me, T!” Entice shoved her and walked away from Teesa. “You smell like pussy! You just finished eating the next bitch's pussy and have the nerve to come over here and try to get up in mine?”

  “What are you talking about? I just went down on you!” Teesa shouted. She stopped to think for a second. Unless this bitch smells Bobby's young chick on my lips. Yuck, that means that nigga was probably eating her pussy when I opened the door.

  “Listen, Teesa.” She sniffled. “I will do whatever you want me to do tonight if you promise to leave me alone once and for all. As I am sure you noticed, I am moving. Don't look for me. Don't call my family for me either. Just let me be. If I can get this dude to spend one night with me next week, will you promise to leave me alone?”

  Momentarily Teesa felt Entice's pain. She wants to be rid of me like I want to be rid of Bobby. She hates to love me. “Yeah, I promise.”

  Entice began to cry harder as she thought to herself, It's that easy for her to let me go. She pulled up her skirt and walked into her bathroom.

  Teesa watched her walk. She could never understand how her ass was so perfect and so big. It was almost inhuman. She would always tease Entice and say she had silicone in her ass as well as her breasts.

  Entice wiped herself down with a cool rag and came back out. “Okay, then I will do it,” she said gently as she exited the bathroom.

  Teesa went into her wallet, pulled out a photo of Delilah and Guy, handed it to her, and went into the bathroom. She gargled and scrubbed her face. I can't be smellin like pussy when I go home to my man. I am going to make this Trey thing work. After this, I am going to turn my life around. Teesa replied to herself You said the same thing when you had Bobby rob Frank's house.

  She looked at herself in the mirror, shook her head, and then exited the bathroom. When she came out, Entice was studying the photograph.

  “His name is Guy, and he has a lot of money. So look for the niggas buying the most bottles. Do you need to hold on to the picture?” Teesa asked.

  “Nope. I got it.”

  “Call me later and let me know how it goes. Don't let me down, okay?”

  Teesa walked toward the front door.

  “I mean it, T. I don't ever want to see you again after I do this,” Entice pleaded.

  “I heard you the first time. If you pull this off, you have my word,” Teesa said, almost feeling sorry for her. “At least let me walk you downstairs.”

  Entice and Teesa made their way down the steps.

  “So, when are you moving?” Teesa asked her.

  “Next week,” Entice replied.

  They walked to the back of the building, and Entice shook her head when she realized Teesa had traded in the 2004 CLK that she purchased for her for a 2006.

  “Nice ride, Teesa,” Entice said sarcastically.

  Teesa smiled as she sat in the car. Before she could reply she realized Entice was pushing a brand-new burgundy Porsche Cayenne S SUV. The temporary dealer plates were still on the back window. Teesa had to prevent her mouth from dropping wide open and drooling.

  “It was a gift,” Entice called out as she waved and floored the gas petal.

  Emotionally destroyed, Entice took off and made her way to the George Washington Bridge. Teesa's actions helped her confirm what she really had to do. When she pulled up in front of Merciless's gated home in Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey
, her game face was tight. She entered the home and seductively switched her way into the bedroom, where he was sitting on the end of the bed, fully clothed. She kissed him passionately.

  “Sit down, beautiful. I missed you last week. I don't know why you didn't fly down to Brazil with me while I was on the set of my new video,” Merciless said as he slid off her stilettos and kissed her perfect toes before he began massaging her feet.

  “I didn't want to be out there with all of your whores,” Entice replied. “I like being the center of your attention.” She stood up and let her skirt drop to the floor. Then she turned around, bent down, and purposely stuck her ass in his face as she picked it up.

  “Shit, there ain't one video trick out there that can stand up to you,” he said as he looked at her behind. “You the best, and you're mad cool. I don't know why you don't take me up on my offer to fuck with me and me only. Shit, you smart, AIDS free, no kids, and give good head. What more can a nigga ask for?”

  “I don't fuck with no one else.”

  “I'm talking about that strippin’ shit. If the right niggas give you the right amount of bread, your ass is fuckin’ them, too. Just like you did me. That's your job. But I am willin’ to let all of that shit stay in the past so we can build a future together.”

  Entice got at least three marriage proposals a month from her private clients. She couldn't remember the last time she'd paid a bill using the money she earned. Everything was taken care of by her private clients, from her rent, her tuition, and her car note, right down to her clothes. She took none of them seriously except for Merc. They had a strong relationship that none of his friends could understand. He really loved her.

  Naked, she lay on his bed with her ass facing his face. She made her ass cheeks roll seductively one by one, as if they were ripples in water. Merc's throat began to get dry as he watched her ass cheeks slither like snakes. He extended his hands to grab her ass and she opened her legs into a full split and sat up.

  “Entice, you gonna get on the pole for me before we—”

  “Yes, daddy,” she said as she daintily hopped out of his bed and began to climb the pole that sat at the foot of it. His ceilings had to be over twenty feet high.

  “Are you going to turn on some music?” she asked.

  Merc let a loud moan escape from between his lips as he ferociously stroked his dick. He couldn't answer, so she began her show. Once she made her way to the top of the pole she came down headfirst at top speed with her legs spread-eagled. As she neared the floor she wrapped her legs around the pole and came to a complete stop with her head just a few inches above the ground. She climbed the pole once more and extended her legs open. Then she miraculously swung her lower body back and forth into the pole as if she were fucking it. Then, without notice, Entice swung around the pole, leaving one leg wrapped around it. She spun swiftly and gracefully, with her eyes closed. She felt as if she were airborne and had no worries, because there, with Merciless, she knew she was safe.

  When she stopped, Merciless was stark naked, and he motioned with one finger for her to come to him, which she obliged. He grabbed her curly tresses, kissed her forehead, then gave her head a light shove into his groin. She opened wide and contracted her jaws of life around his dick.

  He began to sweat profusely in his cool, air-conditioned mansion. He especially loved the raw feeling of her wet vagina on his condomless dick. Six months into their strange relationship, he suggested they both take frequent AIDS tests so he could indulge unprotected. He knew he was gambling with his life, but Entice had him, and he couldn't let go.

  He grunted, groaned, and humped her face until he busted off into her mouth. The back of her neck was damp with sweat. He wiped his palms on the sheets, pulled her into him, and stroked her hair.

  “Damn, Entice. When are you going to stop playing around and be my wife?” he asked.

  Entice just laughed. “Let's see how things work out after we move into our new home. If our relationship stays the same, then we'll do this.”

  “Let daddy take a nap before we continue. Just watching you climb up and down that pole wore me out.”

  “Listen, Merc, I have to go to the club tonight.”

  Merciless released his embrace on her. “Why?”

  “I want to pick up my belongings.”

  “Don't leave—”

  Entice kissed his mouth shut. “You have to give me time to tie up some loose ends. Give me one week. We'll be in the new place. I will never go back to the club again, and all three of my private clients will be history.” She pulled him out of the bed and gave him a big hug. “Now, come help me get cleaned up.”

  4

  “Lovey, how do I look?” Guy asked.

  Delilah looked at Guy and smiled. “You look so good I almost don't want to let you go,” she responded. “I think you should take off those dress shoes. Throw on those Louis Vuitton sneakers you have that look like Air Force Ones. You will be upset if you go in there and everyone has on sneakers and you're wearing dress shoes.”

  Guy changed his shoes, walked into the closet, and opened his safe. From a wooden watch case that contained over one dozen watches, he retrieved a diamond-encrusted Jacob watch with an orange band that matched his orange rugby. He took off his Breitling watch and put it in the case. He put on a thin chain that had diamonds in between each link, grabbed a thick wad of money, and locked the safe.

  He walked behind his wife as she sat at her vanity and gave her a tight hug and a wet kiss.

  “Never cut your hair, Delilah, or I will leave you,” he joked, then grabbed the brush out of her hands.

  As he brushed her hair, she thought about how lucky she was. He was good-looking, intelligent, and a street-made millionaire. He had a light brown complexion and was tall and slim with dark brown eyes. He had brown hair and sported a five-o'clock shadow.

  Once he was finished brushing her hair, he kissed the top of her head.

  “All right, Delilah. I'm out. Don't wait up. I'm going to be in late,” he said.

  “Behave,” she said in a slick tone.

  “You don't have to tell me that. I don't even want to go. You know it's Jamaine's birthday.”

  Delilah watched her husband walk out of their room through the mirror on her vanity and continued brushing her hair. She worked the wig brush against her long mane for fifteen minutes before she wrapped and pinned it up. She pictured her husband standing behind her, as he often did when she was about to wrap her hair at night, running his fingers through it and massaging her shoulders. They were madly in love. She cut off the light and didn't think twice about Guy's night out with the guys.

  Twenty minutes later Guy and three of his boys strutted into the smoke-filled club and took a seat at the long bar, which had a huge stage with three poles behind it. The music was extremely loud, with too much bass. But the drunk birthday boy, Jamaine, could be heard over everything, and as the night went on he became more and more obnoxious. Guy and his boys bought bottle after bottle of champagne, even though Guy drank nothing but Heineken.

  Jamaine slid a twenty under the bottom of a stripper's shorts and tried to grab her vagina. That was their first warning from security. Any additional behavior that security or the club owners found unacceptable would get them ejected from the club.

  “Fuck that. It's my fuckin’ birthday!” Jamaine repeated several times that night.

  Guy called over a cute petite stripper wearing a SpongeBob bra-and-boy-shorts set that looked like it could fit a five-year-old. The bottom of her round breasts showed from under the small top, and her boy shorts covered only the top half of her ass cheeks.

  Guy tapped her lightly and said, “Sweetheart, do you think you could take my boy up into the VIP? It's his birthday.”

  She smiled and blew a big yellow bubble that popped. “That's seventy-five dollars for a lap dance,” she said, then chomped on the wad again, preparing to make another big bubble.

  “Here's a hundred and fifty.” Guy winke
d, handing her the money.

  The girl grabbed Jamaine by his arm and took him to an open section in the club that was filled with what looked like restaurant booths, but they were each enclosed with half doors. She swung open the door to one of the booths, sat Jamaine down, and began to ride him and whisper into his ear. His boys cheered him on from the sidelines. This was the first time Jamaine had closed his mouth for the entire night. He stared at her as she twisted and turned on his lap. All of her gyrating made him horny and nauseous at once. He began to meet her movements with slight humping motions. The stripper could feel his penis stiffening up, and blew a bubble that popped in his face.

  “Go ahead, birthday boy, you can dance with me. But don't touch me or my uncle will have to hurt you,” she said as she pointed to the three bouncers who stood outside the booth area.

  Just then the MC's voice came over the speaker louder than life and drowned the music out.

  “Make sure you have your paper ready, because we have a sweet treat coming onto the stage tonight,” the emcee said. “This is her farewell performance. Dig into your pockets and give a warm welcome and a warmer farewell to Entice.”

  The regulars in the clubs banged their glasses and bottles against the bar with excitement. She walked slowly onto the stage and seductively surveyed her audience, searching for her victim. R. Kelly's “Seems Like You're Ready” began to pound through the loudspeakers, and everybody watched as she took the pole. She climbed it with ease, as if she were simply walking up a hill. Then Entice worked that pole like she was caught in the Matrix. All conversations stopped. The bartenders stopped making their drinks and watched in awe as she climbed up the pole and performed seductive acrobatics on it.

  Her upper-body strength could be compared to that of a bodybuilder, but her body still remained as feminine as a ballerina's. She hung upside down and held on to the pole with her hands, letting her head dangle as she opened her legs wide into a split. She looked around the bar in this overturned position until she spotted him. She locked her legs around the pole, grabbed her breasts, and slowly sucked on her nipples. Then she flipped herself right side up, climbed to the top of the pole, and came down full speed, at what seemed like forty miles per hour, and landed in a split.