Murderville (9 page)

Is one of his goons in the back?

Paranoia filled A’shai as he slowly crept to the back of the apartment. His killer instinct kicked in and he listened closely and noticed that the sound was coming from the master bedroom. As A’shai approached the door he gripped the gun tightly. He crept to the door and kicked it open with his gun pointed and ready to pop. What he saw blew his mind. Jenny, his current girlfriend, was in red-lace lingerie sprawled out on his bed waiting for him.

“Hey, Papi,” the Latino beauty said as she posed as if she was in a photo shoot. A’shai slowly lowered his gun and smiled as he looked at her oiled up body.

“What up, ma?” he said, breathing a sigh of relief as he put his gun in his holster. “How did you get in?” he asked as he walked over to the bed.

“I have my ways,” she responded in her heavy-accented tone. She was a full-blooded Latino with big brown eyes that always made A’shai melt. He wanted to inquire further about how she got in, but she began unbuttoning his pants and he figured he would ask later. She unbuckled his belt and then his slacks. His pants dropped to the floor and the bulge in his boxer briefs was on full display. She quickly pulled down the front part of his boxers, unleashing his slightly erect monster. His chocolate rod was very thick and began to rise at Jenny’s touch. She quickly took him into her mouth and moaned while she tasted him. He threw his head back in pleasure as he rested his hand on the back of her head, guiding her.

“Damn baby,” he crooned as he looked down, watching his rod appear and disappear over and over again. He reached down and released her breasts from her corset to rub her erect nipples. Her D-cup breasts sat up perky and firm, only adding to her already stunning beauty. Jenny worked her tongue like a pro as she made her tongue do circles around A’shai’s rock-hard pipe. She grabbed his balls and massaged them as she worked her head game.

“I want to feel you, Papi,” she whined as her hand made its way down to her neatly shaved love box, which was soaking wet. She pulled her panties to the side and began to slowly rub her clitoris in a circular motion. “Ooh, I can’t wait any longer,” she said as she sat back on her elbows and spread her legs. Her pinkness was exposed, and her slightly oversized clitoris was on full display. Her fat yoni lips were glazed with love juice, and A’shai slowly stroked himself as he looked on in pleasure. Jenny began to slowly scoot back, giving him room to get on the bed. The king-sized bed was about to become A’shai’s den and he was the lion. The lioness, Jenny, was about to get what she had been waiting for all day. A’shai took off his clothes slowly while never breaking eye contact with her, understanding that he had to make love with her mind before he did so with her body. His piercing eyes and raven black skin were nothing short of beautiful to Jenny. She slowly raised her index finger and signaled for A’shai to come to her. A’shai smiled and climbed onto the bed. He slowly approached his prey, and the sweet smell of her love box invaded his nostrils as he neared his destination. He slowly spread Jenny’s legs and raised them up in the air. That’s when he attacked her love box with his tongue, slowly tongue-kissing her throbbing clitoris. Instantly she came, releasing a small squirt out of her love box. The juices dripped down his chin as he continued to orally please her.

“Ooh. Don’t stop, Shai,” she said as her body quivered and her toes cracked in total pleasure. He eased his two index fingers inside of Jenny and began to pop her while he continued to orally please her clitoris. Jenny was going crazy as she grabbed his head and pushed his face into her love box. A’shai was a great lover and on top of that he was a powerful guy in the streets. That combination had her ready to nut again. Jenny felt another orgasm coming and her body tensed up, but just before she got off, A’shai stopped.

“Nooo, Papi,” she screamed as she opened her eyes from what seemed to be a dream. A’shai stood up on his knees and grabbed his erection. She slowly rubbed his tip on her clitoris. Up and down, side to side, and round and round. He finally entered her love box, making her back arch in pure bliss. He gave her long and hard strokes as he pushed her legs over her head. A’shai worked his hips like a Latin dancer and let his balls swing, smacking her on the other entrance. Jenny placed her hands on A’shai’s behind, urging him to go deeper inside of her. She screamed in pleasure as he went deep inside of her, filling all of her space. A’shai stroked her with authority but also with care. A’shai continued to make love to her until they were satisfied, leaving them both breathless.

SEVEN

“THAT’S $100,” LIBERTY STATED AS SHE PULLED
down the passenger seat visor and checked her make-up in the lighted mirror.

“For a blow-job!” the white man exclaimed as he adjusted his slacks. “I’m not giving you that. You must be out of your mind!” He rudely threw $20 at her and reached over her to open the passenger door. “Fuck out of my car!”

Liberty’s eyebrow rose. She was enraged by the man’s audacity. She had clearly laid out her prices before anything had gone down. The man had known what he was getting himself into. He was trying to play her. She tried to take the nice approach as she rubbed his penis gently, causing it to become slightly hard again. “Didn’t you have a good time?” she asked seductively as she whispered in his ear, sticking her tongue inside slightly. The man grabbed her wrist tightly and threw her hand back at her.

“Not a $100 worth. Get the fuck out of my car,” he insisted. Liberty shook her head at the cheapskate beside her. Mu’fuckas always want to cheat you after they get theirs, she thought angrily as she went into her purse. She removed a small caliber pistol from her bag and pointed it directly at the john’s crotch. “Gladly, as soon as you go in your pocket and pay me what I’m owed,” she responded with a straight face.

Caught off guard the man’s eyes instantly bulged in shock. “O . . . okay, you got it. $100,” he complied as he reached into his pocket with a trembling hand and pulled out a cash-filled money clip. He began to peel off more twenties until Liberty snatched the entire thing from his hand.

“You’re lucky this is all that I’m taking,” she said. “You get to leave with your life.” She got out of the car and hurriedly walked up the street. She half expected the man to protest, but instead he started his car and sped up the block. Her heart pumped wildly as she placed the empty pistol back into her bag. The gun was just for show . . . they were given to all of the girls just to ensure that they were protected from their johns. Despite the fact that there was always a ‘shepherd’ lurking on the block to watch over the working girls, the guns gave them an extra sense of protection. The unloaded .22 had gotten Liberty out of many bad situations and that night was no different. Liberty’s hair whipped wildly on the windy L.A. night as she walked at a fast pace up Sunset Boulevard. She rushed into a party store and knocked on the bulletproof glass.

“Yo, Liberty! What’s good, baby girl?” the counter boy asked. “You looking good, girl. When you gone let me get some of that?” he jokingly inquired. Liberty had been on the track for eight long years and since the first time the young Mexican kid had seen her, he had tried his hand with her.

“You can’t afford it, Juan,” she replied with an innocent smirk. No other girl on the block could even enter the convenience store unless they were spending money, but Juan had taken a liking to Liberty. He knew what she did but he didn’t judge her for it. He allowed her to clean up in the store’s restroom whenever she needed. He passed her the key and gave her a wink as she passed.

As soon as Liberty was inside the safety of the bathroom she locked the door and removed the money she had just made. Her hands flipped through bills efficiently.
$322,
she thought. She removed the $100 that she would have to turn in, before lifting the lid off the back of the toilet. She pulled out the small stash that she had made by overcharging her johns and added the extra money to it before putting it back and replacing the porcelain top. If she ever got the chance to escape, she wanted to have the funds to get out of town and although her chances were slim . . . this small hustle kept her hopeful. After stashing her money, she pulled out some baby wipes and propped one leg up on the sink as she cleaned her vagina. She had become so used to the routine that she was no longer ashamed of what she was doing. It was all in the name of survival. After eight years of being forced to sell her body and soul, every dick felt the same. She didn’t know how to equate sex with love. She had stopped believing in fairy tales long ago. Her childhood had been flushed down the toilet the moment that Ezekiel had raided her unsuspecting village. Liberty was damaged goods and as she stared into the mirror all she could see were flaws. It was unreal how she was blind to a beauty that everyone else could clearly see. It didn’t exist to her; she couldn’t see her own mystique through her tainted vantage point. The everyday haze that she lived in made life almost bearable, and as she pulled out the small heroin-filled ziplock bag her stomach began to turn in anticipation. She wasn’t allowed to shoot it up, despite the fact that it gave her the best high. She felt like she was flying on the rare occasion that she could sneak a needle into her veins, but because it left tracks marks on her arms she was banned from indulging in that way. Instead, she sniffed it and she popped Ecstasy as often as she could get her hands on it. Liberty had a nasty heroin habit, one that the traffickers happily maintained. Keeping her high kept her submissive as she worked the streets. She could never run too far away. Liberty was no fool. She had seen some of the other girls try to escape only to be lured right back by the monkeys on their backs. This is why she saved up her own money, little by little, so that if the day ever came she would be able to support her insatiable cravings and purchase a one-way ticket out of town. As a euphoric feeling crawled through her system she cleared the extra dust from her nose and left the bathroom. She returned the key, buying a pack of cigarettes on her way out before returning to the strip.

“Hey, Lib, wait up!”

Liberty turned toward the familiar voice. She watched her friend Trixie exit a vehicle and approach her. Liberty could tell by the strut in Trixie’s step that she was in high demand that night. Despite the fact that they all were forced into prostitution, the women on the strip were still competitive with one another. Whoever made the most money had the most clout in the streets, and Trixie was winning that race by a mile. Her shoulder-length hair was naturally curly and framed her pretty face well. She was easy on the eyes. High cheekbones, naturally bronzed Brazilian skin, and chinky eyes made her seem so exotic. Her long, lean legs were like a web of seduction that men didn’t mind being stuck in. Trixie had a figure that any woman would kill for, and she worked hard to maintain it. She knew that there were a million bitches that would love to snatch her spot, so she worked constantly . . . often going the extra mile for her clientele. It was no secret that once Trixie got a hold on a man, he was hers forever. She had turned out too many to count. The sex with her was just that good. While the working girls like Liberty had limitations to what they would do, Trixie had none . . . she performed it all . . . she sucked, fucked, welcomed anal, fulfilled fantasies and obliged fetishes all for the sake of making a dollar. She was the biggest diva that Liberty had ever met, and one of the only people that Liberty had grown close to over the years.

“Hey girl, you pulling it in for the night?” Liberty asked. “You meet your quota?”

Trixie went into her thigh-high boot and pulled out a nice-sized knot of dead presidents. “Don’t a bitch always meet her quota?” she stated. She put the money back and removed a pack of cigarettes from the same boot.

“Damn, Trix, how much shit you got stuffed in that damn thing?” Liberty asked with a slight chuckle.

Trixie passed Liberty a square and then pulled one out of the pack before putting it back. “Bitch, as much shit as I need while I’m out here dealing with these niggas. I got rubbers, lube, and a blade in there too just in case a mu’fucka wanna get cute,” Trixie said seriously. Liberty and Trixie weren’t rookies on the block, and they acted accordingly, protecting themselves at all costs.

“I can’t wait to come up out of this shit,” Trixie complained as she wiggled uncomfortably while adjusting the thong out of the crack of her behind. “Where is this motherfucker?”

“Just take the shit off now, girl. You know they will leave us here all night to make sure the rest of these hoes earn their keep. It ain’t easy to make a minimum of $500 when you only charging $25 to wrap your lips around some dick. Fuck that . . . my head too good. If a nigga pump his brakes to fuck with me he better be ready to come up off some dough,” Liberty replied. She lit the cigarette as she leaned against a street sign and put her head back as she blew smoke into the air. She had been on the hoe stroll since she was ten years old and nothing surprised her at this point. She was a veteran, and her fuck game was out of this world.

“Hmm, hmm you know I need a mirror for that shit,” Trixie commented as she danced uncomfortably in her stiletto boots.

“Girl, you don’t need a mirror. Just rip the shit off. Go over there in that alley and handle your business,” Liberty instructed.

Trixie disappeared down the darkened alleyway while Liberty stood on the sidewalk playing lookout.

“I can’t see a damn thing back here! It’s too dark! All of the fucking street lights are busted out,” Trixie whispered harshly.

Liberty rolled her eyes and marched over to her friend. Liberty reached up and pulled down Trixie’s black satin thong as she knelt on the ground in front of her. Reaching under Trixie’s skirt she grabbed the piece of duct tape and slowly peeled it off, freeing Trixie’s privates. Once it was completely removed, Liberty patted Trixie’s package.

“It’s a shame this big ol’ dick was wasted on you bitch,” Liberty joked as she stood to her feet.

Trixie stuck up her middle finger and exhaled as she finally was able to breathe. “Girl, please . . . ain’t nothing going to waste over here. I be dicking these niggas down. They might not know what they are getting when they stop, but I’ve never had one man kick me out once they reach down there and find out what’s between my legs. These down-low ass men are curious as hell. Shit, I get the occasional housewife too.”