Family Over Everything (15 page)

Tessa was dressed in a pink leather, two-piece outfit with a sleeveless top that exposed her flat stomach and B-cup breasts. The short skirt showed off her curvaceous legs.

She gave Mercedes a black, sleeveless dress, with knee-length hooker-heel boots. Her hair had been cut into a short, inverted bob that made her look much older.

Corrine, on the other hand, wore a fiery red, sleeveless dress that accentuated her light, creamy skin and round, heart-shaped bottom. Sugar had styled her hair into a Chinese blunt cut wrap that made her look older, too.

“Y'all ready, girls?” she asked, looking them up and down.

She knew all three of the girls would bring at least a grand home tonight.

“I guess . . .” Corrine said nervously.

She tapped her chin, then pulled out a blunt laced with cocaine and lit it.

“Y'all want to hit this blunt?” she asked.

“I'm cool. I don't smoke,” Mercedes said, shaking her head.

“Chill, lil' ma. This shit here will help y'all get through this; trust me. All y'all got to do is smoke this before y'all fuck,” Sugar assured them.

“What is that? That don't smell like weed,” Corrine said.

“It's laced weed. All y'all got to do is smoke. Shit, I'm not trying to force y'all. I'm trying to help y'all. I know how it is the first night. Trust me, it'll be a long night if y'all sober.” Sugar shrugged, taking a long pull at the blunt.

Tessa hesitated for a minute before taking the blunt out of Sugar's hand and taking a long pull on it. She choked as the vicious drug raced through her body, filling her insides up and warming them. Corrine and Mercedes followed suit, taking the blunt from her hand and taking a longer, deeper pull. The two cough violently as the drug entered their young lungs. A couple minutes later, the three girls were feeling good, maybe a little too good.

They strutted out the front door with Brainiac by their sides, ready for their first shift. When the girls got on the streets, they were feeling both nervous and good with their adrenaline rushing.

“Are y'all okay?” Brainiac asked them.

“Yeah, guess we got to do what we got to do, right?” Tessa asked, shrugging.

“Yeah, we all do, girl. It's not hard, though. When you're not sober, the time seems to go by in a blur and before you know it, it's all over and you have a wad of cash in your hand if you play your cards right.”

“So it's that easy, huh?” Mercedes asked.

Her eyes appeared low and red from the laced weed she'd smoked. It felt as if she was floating in the air as she stood on the corner, waiting for her first client to approach her.

“Yes, it's that easy, but watch out for cops; they be lurking. Do y'all have y'all box cutters?”

All three girls nodded.

“Okay, watch and learn,” Brainiac said, strutting off.

She walked toward a nearby car that flicked his headlights twice, signaling that he was a trick. Hopping into the passenger's side, she turned toward the girls and winked before the car drove off.

For an entire hour, all three girls stood on the corner frozen in fear.

When Brainiac came back and hopped out of the car, she shook her head in pity.

“Why are y'all still here? Sugar will really kill y'all if y'all don't hand her at least five hundred dollars tonight.”

“We can't do it, Brainiac. We thought we were ready . . .but we can't do it,” Tessa said, tears forming in her eyes.

Reaching into her bra, Brainiac shook her head and she removed a piece of foil and unfolded it.

“What are those?” Mercedes asked, looking at the small pills that were in the foil.

“Ecstasy pills. If y'all take these, y'all should feel more relaxed.” Brainiac handed each girl a pill.

They popped the pill in their mouths, forcing themselves to swallow it with their saliva. A couple minutes later, they felt more relaxed and felt warm moisture in between their legs from the effect of the ecstasy. They watched as every man that rode past them honked their horns, trying to get their attention. Corrine, being the bold one, decided to get into a white, old-school Chevy that was sitting pretty on spinning rims. Tessa hopped into a baby-blue BMW and Mercedes, on the other hand, climbed into an old station wagon. All three girls decided to meet up an hour later, no earlier and no later.

Hopping into the Chevy, eyes bloodshot, Corrine immediately got to work, fumbling with the driver's zipper and pulling out his penis.

“Oh, shit,” the driver mumbled, pulling into a parking lot.

She took a condom out of her bra and tried to open it with her teeth, but the man wasn't having it.

“No, Ma, I don't like condoms. I want to feel inside. Raw.”

Corrine contemplated her next move.

Sugar had warned all of her girls to always wear a condom no matter what. No glove, no love. But high off the laced blunt and ecstasy, she shrugged, tossed the condom, and spread her legs.

Mercedes sat in the back of the station wagon with her legs spread open, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to come out. Even though she was high off the drugs that were given to her earlier, the pain was still excruciating. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and imagined she was anywhere else except there, in a stranger's car, getting her back blown out. When the man finally ejaculated into the condom and fell on top of her in exhaustion, she was thankful it was over.

A couple minutes later, after the man caught his breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill.

He tossed it at her, saying, “Alright, hoe. Get the fuck out!”

“Bend that ass over and arch your back,” Tessa's client instructed her.

She did what she was told, bending over the seat and arching
her back. She winced in pain when he gripped her long hair and forced himself into her. Her legs trembled as a wave of pain and pleasure overcame her. She threw her round ass back, moaning as he hit every inch of her insides.

A couple minutes later, she had already experienced her first orgasm. When her client ejaculated into the condom and threw her a hundred-dollar bill, she hopped out of the car with a satisfied smile on her face.

The next day, Corrine, Mercedes, and Tessa tumbled into Sugar's apartment, exhausted and ready to get some rest before they turned their next clients.

Sugar, who'd lain on the sofa all night, looked up at the three young girls and smiled.

“So how were your first tricks? You like it?” she asked anxiously.

“It was nothing.” Corrine shrugged, pulling out a wad of cash from her bra.

All three girls had turned more than ten clients, allowing them to make over a thousand dollars their first night. Peeling off five hundred dollars, they handed Sugar the money and walked upstairs. Walking into the guest room, all three girls collapsed onto their beds in exhaustion. Corrine and Tessa quickly fell asleep while Mercedes curled into a ball and silently cried to herself.

D
eion strolled through the Westside, pushing his candy-green Aston Martin with his girlfriend, Shay, by his side. Deion glanced at the woman that had had his back for the past three months, licking his full, juicy lips seductively as he pulled into a nearby movie theater's parking lot.

“Baby, why you bring us here? I wanted to go shopping!” Shay pouted, curling her lips and folding her arms under her C-cups.

Deion shook his head, hopped out of his car, and walked over to the passenger's side and opened her door.

“I took your ass shopping yesterday. All I want to do is chill and lay low. See a quick movie before we head back to my spot.”

“But I wanted that new Gucci bag, baby! We can see a movie tomorrow or something. Please, can we go, baby?” Shay begged.

“Damn, Shay!” Deion barked. “You'll get that shit another time! Don't I always give you what your ass fucking want? Why can't we kick it every once in a while, huh?”

Shaking his head, he started walking toward the theater's front doors. Instantly knowing she had messed up, she hopped out the car, slammed the door behind her, and ran after him. Her Jimmy Choo pumps clicked against the cement as she strutted toward him, intent on fixing her mistake.

“Wait, baby, damn!” she yelled, grabbing Deion by his strong, muscular arms.

“What do you want, Shay? Take the fucking car and go shopping like your ass wanted to. I'm gon' see the movie with or without you.”

Shay discreetly grabbed his thick member, rubbing it through his jeans. She smiled mischievously as she felt his penis become rock-hard.

“Ahh, c'mon, baby. Don't be mad at me. I was playing. Why don't we still go see that Eddie Murphy movie like we planned?” she said, continuing to rub him.

Deion sighed deeply before grabbing her by her hand and walking toward the ticket booth. After paying for their tickets, the couple walked side by side, smiling, appearing to be the perfect epitome of love.

In the three months he'd been involved with Shay, he'd grown to love and cherish her, but he couldn't help but think that she didn't feel the same. His instincts were telling him she was a gold-digger, while his heart was telling him different. He wanted to believe that this woman loved and cared for him. A tear ran down his cheek, surprising him. He quickly wiped his face and toughed up.

“You okay, baby?” Shay asked, tugging at his shirt.

“Yeah, why you ask that?”

“No reason. You seem tense.”

“I am a little.”

She smiled and glanced around the theater, checking to make sure no one was aware of what she was about to do. Since they were at the very top row and it was dark, she knew she was all good. Without warning, she unzipped his pants, her eyes bucking and her mouth watering as she whipped his enlarged penis out and held it in her hand like it was gold. Deion kept quiet as he watched her wrap her juicy lips around his penis and flicked
her tongue up and down his shaft. Throwing his head back in ecstasy, he groaned, enjoying the pleasurable ride.