Working Girls (17 page)
Authors: Treasure Hernandez
“Oh my God,” she whispered in delight as he carried her around his office. He reached his office door and pressed her against it as he continued to sex her. He got so loud that she had to put her hand over his mouth.
“I'm about to nut,” he exclaimed.
“Nut for me, baby,” she whispered as she popped her pussy even harder, trying to get hers too. She felt the gush between her legs as she came, and a few seconds later, Troy gripped her ass tightly as he experienced the best orgasm of his life.
He put his hand around his length and pumped every single ounce of cum out of himself and into the tip of the condom as Tasha pulled her dress down and straightened it out.
“So, do we have a deal?” she asked.
“Yeah, baby, whatever you want,” he replied breathlessly as he began to clean himself up with some napkins he removed from around a paper cup of coffee.
Tasha smiled. She was accustomed to getting her way. “Good. Do it tonight. Afterwards, we'll split everything up sixty-forty.”
Troy frowned as he pulled up his slacks. “Sixty-forty? What happened to fifty-fifty?”
“This pussy ain't free,” Tasha replied as she blew him a kiss. She opened the door to find a group of men standing there, eyeing her as if they were imagining what it would be like to be in Troy's shoes.
“Gentlemen,” she greeted as she maneuvered between them and exited the building. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. She was about to gain her independence from Manolo.
Tasha also knew that afterwards, she, Halleigh, and Mimi would have to lay low. She decided that she would go back to her home town for a while until things cooled off. Thinking about the bricks she would soon have to unload, she knew just who could help her do it. She was looking forward to the future now. After tonight, Tasha hoped to be on the first flight back home to New York. She couldn't wait to share the good news with the Halleigh and Mimi as she made her way back to the house.
As Tasha drove, she thought momentarily about Manolo and what her betrayal would do to him. The more she thought about her relationship with him, the more she realized that Manolo had never done her wrong, not once since she had known him. He had always treated her like his main bitch, even before she was. As a matter of fact, it wasn't even his idea to put Tasha on the ho stroll in the first placeâit was her own.
Although Tasha had witnessed Manolo beat a couple of the girls senseless, he had never laid a hand on her except to embrace her or make love to her. Come to think of it, Manolo was the first man in Tasha's life who hadn't hurt her, and this was how she was about to repay him?
All of a sudden, the sound of the tires rolling off of the paved highway lane and onto the berm startled Tasha out of her thoughts. “Oh, shit!” she said as she regained control of the car and positioned the vehicle back in its lane.
As Tasha continued driving, any fond thoughts of her and Manolo were suppressed by visions of everything she had witnessed him doing to the other girls, namely Halleigh and Mimi. She recalled how Manolo had beaten Mimi almost unconscious one night at Wild Thangs. She was so bruised up that she couldn't put in work for almost a month. Next she recalled the time Manolo beat Halleigh when she refused to give him head as he'd ordered.
Tasha realized that all the girls had taken one for the team by means of physical or mental abuse. Everyone but her. So, as she weighed her loyalty to Manolo against her sympathy for the girls, it was a no-brainer. Tasha stepped on the gas and said, “Fuck you, Manolo. I'm out for self now.”
Chapter Three
M
imi was on stage working the pole as she looked out into the crowd. As always, Wild Thangs was packed and dollar bills scattered the stage during Mimi's show. A satisfying smile spread across her face as she looked at Manolo. He was sitting in his VIP booth with Tasha, Halleigh, and his young killers, The Shottah Boyz.
imi was on stage working the pole as she looked out into the crowd. As always, Wild Thangs was packed and dollar bills scattered the stage during Mimi's show. A satisfying smile spread across her face as she looked at Manolo. He was sitting in his VIP booth with Tasha, Halleigh, and his young killers, The Shottah Boyz.
Manolo was poppin' bottles as if he was the king of the city, and Mimi could tell that he was feeling himself. According to the plan Tasha had shared with her earlier, his night was going downhill from there on out, and she reveled in the thought. She couldn't wait to see Manolo's downfall. After all the bad karma Manolo had put out into the world, he was finally about to get his.
Mimi reached high on the pole, gripping it with her hands. She wrapped her ankles around it, released her hands, and allowed her body to hang upside down. She then slowly slid down. Her little trick caught Manolo's attention. He loved when she did that move. She winked at him as she made her way down to the bottom of the pole.
Nigga, you better enjoy this night. It's gon' be your last free night for a while, she thought as she reached her hands back up to grab the pole before her head slid to the ground. She then proceeded to put her pussy in a customer's face and grind. The man stuck out his tongue and licked her slowly. He had full access to her because of the crotchless camisole she was wearing, and the crowd went crazy when they saw the man feasting on her. Mimi wasn't embarrassed or ashamed by her performance; she was all about her paper. She had also made a name for herself as one of the best dancers in Michigan, and wanted to give her loyal fans a good finale. She knew that tonight would be her last time stripping on anybody's pole. She was done with the entire ho business, and was ready to get money in a new way.
After her set, Mimi joined Manolo at his table. He was drunk and feeling good when she sat down beside him.
“Hey, Daddy,” she greeted as she grabbed a drink from his hand and took a sip.
“What up? You got my cut?” he asked, referring to his percentage of her night's earnings.
His comment pissed Mimi off. He always tried to pull his pimp card when he got around his niggas. But she concealed her attitude as she reached in her bra, pulled out her money and handed it over to him. She figured that she would choose her battles wisely. Besides, this one would be over soon. Tasha had told her that she would split her sixty percent from the safe with her and Halleigh, so that they would at least have something to get them started once they were no longer working for Manolo. So, Mimi wasn't tripping over that money she had just given to Manolo.
She looked around at Halleigh and Tasha, who were sitting with one other Manolo Mami. Observing their smug expressions, Mimi could tell that they were feeling the same way she wasâthick. They finally had the upper hand on Manolo, and he was so stuck on himself that he didn't even realize it.
Everybody was loose in the club, and Manolo was talking big as usual. They partied for hours, and at midnight, the club was popping off proper. Tasha checked her watch and knew what time it was. She scanned her surroundings discreetly. If everything was going according to plan, Troy would be there any minute.
Less than five minutes later, the club was flooded with uniformed police officers. They stormed into the club with their weapons drawn. A couple of screams erupted throughout, but few people were scared. Everyone put up their hands and watched nosily to see how the scenario was going to play out.
“Everybody on the ground! Now!” Troy screamed as he made his way to the VIP section with his fellow officers right behind him.
Manolo was enraged. I'm paying this mu'fucka to turn his head to my business and he coming in here on some bullshit? He stood to his feet.
“Fuck is going on, man? Thought we had a deal!” he spat as Troy approached.
Troy grabbed Manolo's arm and twisted him around, forcing him to lean over the table. The Shottah Boyz reached for their pistols, but decided against it. They knew better than to catch a case by trying to come to Manolo's defense. Troy applied the bracelets to Manolo's wrists and then pulled a search warrant from his back pocket.
“Fuck is you doing coming up in here? Fuck you looking for?” Manolo yelled.
“Turn this place inside out,” Troy commanded as the police squad spread throughout the club.
Troy wanted to make it look good, so he didn't go to the safe right away. He searched the club for about twenty minutes before he discovered the safe that, of course, Tasha had already informed him of. “Jackpot, boys! Let's take him in to be processed,” Troy announced. He placed the bricks in a duffel bag along with the money, and then headed out of the club.
Tasha looked at Halleigh and Mimi. The satisfaction on their faces was priceless, but now it was time for her to go collect their money. “Stay here and clear the club out. I'm going to get our cut now before Officer Troy gets any ideas. I'll come back in about an hour,” she stated then left the club.
She drove toward Miller Road and parked her car in the empty shopping center lot. Just as planned, Troy was waiting for her. She eagerly hopped out of the car.
“I got to take ten thousand and two kilos of cocaine back to the station so that I can log it in as evidence,” he informed her as she approached.
“What? You didn't tell me that,” she protested.
“Look, my ass is the one who has to build this case against Manolo in order for him to do jail time. There's twenty thousand in there for you. You can also keep the rest of the dope. I can't do anything with that,” he stated.
Tasha's eyes lit up when he said that. She knew that the eight bricks were as good as gold, so she shut up and accepted the deal. “Nice doing business with you, Troy,” she stated with a wink.
“Very nice,” he replied as he licked his lips and eyed her up and down. “Let me know if you'd like to do
it
again.”
it
again.”
Tasha smirked. The sex was good, but it wasn't that damn good. She still hated cops, and she knew that she wouldn't make a habit of dealing with Troy. She hopped back into her vehicle and pulled away.
When she arrived back at the club, Mimi and Halleigh were waiting patiently for her. She was surprised that they had gotten rid of everyone so quickly.
“You get the money?” Mimi asked, the dollar signs practically forming in her eyes.
“Yeah, I got it. There are twenty stacks here and eight bricks,” Tasha replied.
“What are we gon' do with some dope?” Halleigh asked.
“Don't worry about it. I'm gon' holla at my brother. He lives in New York. We're going to visit him there. We'll let things cool down before we come back,” Tasha stated. “If we come back.”
Tasha divided the cash by giving herself $8,000 and then giving Halleigh and Mimi $6,500 apiece. She figured she should get a little more for putting the plan together and fucking with Troy to carry it out. Mimi and Halleigh had no objections.
“Look, y'all. No one can know that we set up Manolo's arrest, so we just have to keep our mouths shut and let things die down. Then I promise you that everything will be fine,” Tasha instructed.
Halleigh smiled and hugged Tasha tightly. “Thank you, Tash. Thank you so much,” she stated.
Mimi was busy flicking through her money when she burst out laughing.
“What's so funny?” Halleigh asked with a frown.
Mimi shook her head and giggled some more. “Did y'all see Manolo's face when the police blew up his spot?” she asked. Halleigh and Tasha joined in on the laughter. “His ass was getting ready to cry when they put those handcuffs on him,” Mimi stated, shaking her head.
“What goes around comes around,” Halleigh stated. “I hope he rots in the mu'fucka.”
“Let's get out of here,” Tasha said as she rose from her seat. “We've got a long drive ahead of us.” Tasha had changed her plans to fly to New York when she decided that she would take Mimi and Tasha with her. Leaving them in Flint was too risky. If they were with her, they couldn't talk.
The girls exited the club with a burden lifted from their heart. Manolo had taken advantage of each of them in their own way. As they pulled away from the club, they felt safe and secure in knowing that their betrayal would be a secret that would never leave those four walls.
Just as Tasha, Halleigh and Mimi drove away, Keesha came walking out of the club with envy in her eyes. She had just overheard the most valuable information she'd ever encountered. She knew it had to be worth something. Now she just had to figure out how she would use it to her advantage.
Urban Books
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1199 Straight Path
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Flint; Book 2 Working Girls copyright © 2008 Treasure Hernandez
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ISBN: 978-1-5998-3140-4
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