As Always swayed and gyrated to the beat blaring from the speakers in the main club area, Red slouched down in the comfortable leather sofa enjoying every minute of the private show. His eyes were tight from the Purp he and Chris had blown just before entering the club. Although he was damn near faded, Red was still on point. Being a true-to-heart stickup kid kept him on his toes because he couldn’t afford to allow himself to slip.
Always gyrated between Red’s legs and stared into his hazel eyes, which were bloodshot red from the weed. “Damn, you got some sexy ass eyes” she cooed into his ear as she felt him palm her naked ass.
“Yeah, just like Medusa, bitches get lost in ‘em. So be warned.” Red retorted as he smacked her smooth buttocks, making them quiver. Always closed her eyes sensuously, seductively biting her bottom lip, letting Red know that she was definitely into getting spanked. “Why you call yourself
Always
?” Red inquired while she continued to slow wind between his legs, her small hands resting on his knees.
The girl bent down and gently bit his earlobe before stating in a suggestive tone, “’Cause I’m
always
ready. I’m
always
willing. And—I’m
always
WET!” With that said, she turned around, bent over in Red’s face and spread her bulbous ass cheeks to show him that she wasn’t just talking.
Red straightened up and leaned in for a closer look. He saw the wetness glistening between her clean-shaven lips. Witnessing this, he bent the club rules and reached out to trace the crease of her soaked, puffy lips with his forefinger. He then rubbed his forefinger and thumb together, playing with the slick substance. “Daaaamn!” he muttered to himself.
Always turned back to face him and noticed he was still playing with her juices on his fingers. She took his hand and raised it to her lips and began sucking and licking his fingers. Her tongue ring played over his digits, making his dick tap his zipper, trying to escape the confines of his jeans. The stripper could feel the bulge getting larger by the second. So at this point she figured she had him right where she wanted him. She figured Red was rolling in dough because of the glistening jewels around his neck and because of the Hummer he was known to drive. She had seen Red many times in the club spending money as if it grew from the earth, and tonight he had spent a nice sum on her alone. Always figured any nigga who could order bottle after expensive bottle of Rosé like it was mere tap water
had
to be ballin’. Therefore, this night she decided to try to reel him in. She tried her hand. “Don’t you want some company tonight?” she asked in her sexiest voice, still kissing his fingertips and gazing into those hazel eyes.
Red stared at Always for a minute, noticing the smoldering lust in her eyes. It was a look he had seen countless times before. The lust he saw was not for his dick, it was for his dollars. That look was
thirst
! Red was no square and he definitely wasn’t a virgin to tricking, but he was also far from being a fool. He saw through Always’ game as if it were glass. “Yeah, I want some company, ma,” he stated, watching her eyes light up as if she had just won the lottery. “But not tonight, baby girl.” Red then saw her expression change from that of elation to that of disappointment within a fraction of a second. He smiled to himself for toying with her, and then said, “Some other time, shorty. I promise.” In addition, he intended to keep that promise. He grabbed her hand, placed it on his still throbbing dick, and allowed her to massage it, giving her a feel of what he was working with. “You know you bad, right?” He was enjoying the feel of her hand on his dick. “I’mma slide back thru later on in the week. Be ready for a nigga to get at you, aiight?”
The girl’s face brightened up a little as she bent forward and whispered in his ear, “Always baby, always.”
Red tipped her fifty more dollars on top of everything he had already given her throughout the night. The stripper smiled and took the money from between his fingers before sashaying off to retrieve her outfit from the other corner of the small room. Red sat his empty glass on the small table beside the sofa and stood, ready to leave. He took one last look at Always as she stepped back into her G-string. He kind of liked the girl and admired her thirst for dough. He had seen her a few times in the club hustling the hustlers and he respected her game. He knew everybody had to eat one way or another and he definitely couldn’t knock the way she was getting hers. He thought hard for a minute before calling out to her, “Aye shorty, you wanna get some
real
money?”
Always’ curiosity was piqued. She knew he wasn’t talking about fucking because she had just tried him with that. Her mental cash register began cha-chinging. Those two magic words “real money” had her undivided attention. Red gave her his number and told her to get at him in a couple of days. “It’ll definitely be worth your while,” he’d told her. With that statement, he thought briefly about the money he and Chris had paid the twins a few days earlier before putting them on the highway to head back to their hometown of Columbia, South Carolina. He concluded that those few grand had been very well spent.
As Always watched the fine hustler exit the VIP area she kissed the tiny piece of paper in which his digits were written. She was already mentally spending the money she knew she would get from the nigga.
A few minutes after leaving VIP, Red sat at the bar next to Chris, his part-time lover and full-time crime partner. Chris was dressed in a short, form-fitting skirt that rose high up on her thick thighs as she sat on her barstool very ladylike, sipping on an apple martini. Her ample bosom was spilling out of her skimpy blouse and the niggas were eyeing her almost as much as they were the strippers. Chris’s thick, pouty glossed lips were wrapped seductively around the slim straw as she looked up at Red with heavy eyelids. Her bedroom eyes were tinted with a shade of pink from the weed. Her long dreads were pulled back into a tight ponytail.
To Red, Chris was one of the realest bitches he’d ever met. Blessed with the beauty of a model and the brains and heart of a hustler, Christina Dawson was the epitome of the phrase “dangerous bitch.” In fact, she was by far the most dangerous female Red had ever dealt with, and he had dealt with quite a few. Chris was the type of bitch who could murk a nigga one minute and then turn around and put her lip-gloss on the next without so much as a twitch.
Red saw Always coming out the VIP area and flashed a knowing smile at her, and she returned the gesture.
Chris saw the exchange. “I
know
you didn’t fuck that bitch back there.” She had her nose turned up in disgust.
“Hell nah, that was strictly bizness,” Red retorted.
“When yo’ dick fall off and yo’ jaws start sinking in, we gonna see what kinda
bizness
your trickin’ ass handled.”
“Girl, ain’t nobody fuck that bitch.” Red laughed at Chris’s rhetoric. Staring at Chris made him think back to the first time he had ever laid eyes on her . . .
Ironically, Club Pleasers was where they had first met, so to speak.
Twelve months earlier, Red had noticed the caramel beauty getting lap dance after lap dance from the baddest bitches in the club. Chris was tossing twenties like they were ones and Red took notice. That night the jack-boy in him had caused him to see past her beauty and made him look deep into her pockets. Red had just moved to Atlanta from Charlotte and was almost on his last leg. His dough was running out fast and stick-ups were few and far between. The only thing Red had left of value was his dead cousin J. T.’s Hummer and some jewelry which he absolutely refused to part with. He was thirsty as hell, like a vampire seeking blood. And Chris looked like the perfect mark.
The way Chris had been rubbing the girls’ asses and squeezing titties had led him to believe she was just some dyke who frequented the club often or either she was a dancer as well and was just paying homage. Either way, Red had decided that he had to have some of that dough she was spending. If she was contributing it that freely, Red figured it was plenty more where this had come from.
That night as the club wound down, Red followed Chris out to the parking lot and noticed she was driving a late model Range Rover with expensive looking rims. She had sat in the lot for a few minutes engaged in conversation on her cell before being joined by two of the dancers that had been all over her inside the club. “Three birds with one stone,” Red thought as greed consumed his mind. He watched as the two dancers climbed into the Range with Chris, one in the front and the other in the back. As soon as Chris exited the lot, Red followed in the Hummer making sure to keep at least two cars between them at all times. He waited patiently for the Range to make a stop so he could make the girls run that paper! He already knew the driver was loaded with dough and he could just imagine how many tips the two dancers had received throughout the night. He wanted Chris’s jewels also. He figured he could get a nice grip for all that ice.
Opportunity finally presented itself when Chris pulled up to a Ramada Inn hotel off Old National Road. Red fell back as he watched the Range and waited for it to park. Instead of stopping at the front desk, Chris pulled around back of the hotel and parked in front of room 118. Red parked the Hummer on the side of the hotel and got out with his pistol clutched tightly in his palm. Since it was so late the hotel was quiet and all of the rooms were dark. Red hid beside the ice machine and peeped around the corner and saw the girls enter room 118 giggling and stumbling. Two of them were hugging. “Damn, this is gonna be easier than I thought,” Red thought to himself while smiling.
His plan now was to kick the door off its hinges and make the terrified girls come up off everything they had. He knew he would have to be in and out as quickly as possible because the noise of their door being damaged would wake a few guests. He also thought about the structure of the door and wondered if it would even bulge. As he contemplated this thought, he looked up from his hiding place and saw the answer to his problem being solved. One of the strippers had come out of the room with an ice pail and was headed in his direction. Red pressed his back against the side of the ice machine and waited for the girl to get closer. He could hear the click-clacking of her heels as she neared. When she was directly in front of the ice machine Red emerged from the darkness, startling her. She dropped the pail and let out a shrill shriek which Red quickly muffled as he placed his hand over her mouth and pressed the gun into her rib cage. “Bitch, you make another sound and I’ll put a hole in yo’ ass so big light’ll be able to shine through it. Understand me?” Red whispered in a venomous tone. The girl nodded in agreement and began to walk back toward the room with Red guiding her by the elbow.
As they neared the room Red noticed the door had been propped open by the inside latch, apparently so the girl could re-enter without having to use the key. The only light visible inside the room was coming from the television. Red heard the shower running in the bathroom as he stood by the door listening for a second before making his move. He heard no movement so he figured the other two girls were showering together. “Caught these hoes slippin’,” he thought to himself as he pushed the girl through the door and fell in step right behind her.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and before he knew what was happening, the barrel of a large caliber pistol was being pressed to his left temple and the lights came on, flooding the room with brightness. He wanted to fire, but the sudden incandescence of light had him momentarily blinded like a deer caught in headlights. When he was finally able to focus, Red couldn’t believe his eyes!
Chris was standing there brandishing what seemed to be a Dessert Eagle .45, making it kiss his temple while the girl who had stayed in the room with Chris was easing from the restroom fully clothed with two chrome .380’s aimed at him. She tossed one of the chrome pistols to the girl Red had just pushed through the door. There were now three barrels aimed at him. “What it is, shawty? Lemme get that there,” Chris’s syrupy voice commanded, in reference to Red’s gun. Red thought for a minute, contemplating whether or not to fire on one of these bitches. Then he thought better against it because he knew he would not make it out of the room without catching a few hot ones himself. He slowly lowered his gun to his side and hung his head with shame at the realization of what he’d stepped into.
Chris reached out and took Red’s Glock and stuffed it into the back pocket of her tight jeans. Then she commenced to pat him down for any further weapons. Satisfied he didn’t have another gun on him, Chris started removing his jewelry. She snatched his ring off his finger, pulled off his bracelet and watch, then pulled his chain over his head. As Red felt his barrel-link white gold chain with his diamond encrusted medallion being removed from his neck he felt like a true mark! “Run dem pockets,” Chris told Red, letting him know to empty his pockets. Red pulled out the two hundred dollars he had in his pocket and handed it over. “What else you got for us?” Chris asked. Red was at a loss for words. He couldn’t believe the tables had been turned on him—by three bitches for that matter.
“Dat’s it,” he managed to say between tight lips while tossing the keys to the Hummer to the floor.
“Nigga, you drivin’ a damn Hummer and you ain’t got but $200 in yo’ pockets?” Chris looked at her girls, then back at Red and commanded, “Fuck that. Nigga you got some mo’ money. Strip!”
“What?” Red asked in disbelief.
“Nigga she ain’t stutter. Strip!” the girl from the ice machine spoke up for the first time.
Red reluctantly began disrobing, but he left his boxers and socks on. “Nah nigga! Take all that shit off!” the girl from the restroom stated, seeming somewhat amused. Red took off the socks, then slowly pushed the boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them. The girl from the ice machine quickly began gathering Red’s clothes from the floor. She also picked up the keys to the Hummer.