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Authors: Jessica Watkins

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Simone

I danced in the mirror to “Bad” by Wale that played on the flat screen through one of the U-Verse Music Channels. I switched seductively while swinging twenty-six inches of virgin hair back and forth. I smiled at my reflection as my hands caressed curvaceous hips and squeezed a phat ass. Then I playfully smacked my ass through the True Religion straight legged jeans that I had just squeezed into.

Ever since I got my new body, you couldn
’t tell me shit. A few weeks after selling my mother’s house, I got some injections. I heard one of the girls at Lexington House talking about them. All year, I knew that little heifer had to be stripping or something. There was just no way that a ward of that state could afford the things that she was buying with a McDonald’s paycheck.

At any rate, after pulling this so-called
top secret information out of her, I hooked up with the fag from Miami that flew to Chicago once a month to give bitches ass and hips in a hotel room somewhere.

Three sessions and forty-five hundred dollars later, I had forty-
seven inches of hips and ass.

For years, I
’d envied women with curves that kept men at their every beck and call. Finally, I was
that
bitch. After hitting the gym, my body could compete with the best of them. I had the body that I always wanted all of my life and the man of my dreams.

Presently, I was in Omari
’s bedroom putting the finishing touches on my outfit. I was due to meet him at a bar and grill in Crete for lunch. Even though I’d purchased that condo, soon after Omari and I got together, I started to spend most of my time at his place in Riverdale.

I even had a key.

It’s crazy how I never once felt guilty for setting up Aeysha’s murder. It was even more insane that the more I settled into this relationship with Omari, the more I was assured that I had done what was best for me.

Finally
, I was no longer the side bitch waiting my turn to be in a committed relationship.

As I finished the last touches of my make up, I could hear Dahlia crying in her room. On cue, my eyes rolled and my skin started to crawl.

“Urgh,” I groaned as I left the bedroom and walked towards her room to shut her up.

She was wailing and it was so fucking annoying. Omari spoiled this little bitch
like she was the next coming of Jesus. Everything was centered around
Dahlia
. Everything was about
Dahlia
. She was the golden child.

Though I
’d gotten rid of Aeysha, it was like the bitch was still there! Every time I looked at Dahlia, I saw Aeysha. Not only did Dahlia look just like that bitch, but Omari treated her just like he treated Aeysha. Even though I was his girlfriend, Omari put Dahlia first.

I
’d won my man, but I was still sharing him with another bitch!

“Would you shut the fuck up
?! Urgh!!” I was livid as I smacked Dahlia out of anger across her little premature leg. I knew that she wasn’t big enough for a spanking to get through to her. It just made me feel better to take my anger out on her.

But
that only made her go from wailing to straight up hollering.

“Oh, shut up!”

I left the room, figuring that eventually she would shut up or Tiana, the babysitter, would finally arrive so that she could deal with that brat. Tiana was the younger sister of one of the block boys that served for Omari and Capone on the South Side of the city. She was a high school dropout with nothing else to do, so I hired her to babysit. Omari thought that I hired a sitter because I couldn’t juggle work while caring for two households and him. That was part of it, but mostly I didn’t want to deal with anything that had anything to do with Aeysha, unless it was him.

Just as I
was putting my ID and wallet into my Louis Vuitton, above Dahlia’s cries, I could hear the doorbell ringing. I grabbed the keys to my Benz, walked passed Dahlia’s room, where she was still wailing, and walked towards the front door.

I had been able to upgrade
many things since Omari and Capone took over that block on the South Side. After selling my mother’s house, giving Chance that twenty-five grand, and splurging a little on myself, I was wearing knockoff bags and barely making the payments on my Camaro. Now I was on Michigan Avenue making high-end purchases with cash.

Omari was far from a kingpin, but he was definitely flipping bricks way faster than he and
Capone ever expected.

Once I let Tiana in the house, she heard Dahlia crying and instantly went into Captain-Save-A-Dahlia
mode. “Aaaaw! What’s wrong with my baby?!”

I didn
’t even hide the fact that I’d rolled my eyes in response to Tiana.

“She
’s fine,” I replied, not hiding my irritated tone. “She’s probably hungry.”

“Does she have bottles in the refrigerator?”

“If Omari left some in there,” I replied nonchalantly while going through my purse, looking for some cash to give Tiana.

Tiana giggle
d before saying, “Miss Simone, don’t be treating Dahlia like that.”

I smiled, while attempting to hide my hate as Dahlia
’s cries ricocheted off of the walls. “You know I’m just playing. That’s my baby. Mommy just doesn’t have time to tend to her. I have to meet her daddy. Speaking of Omari, was he on the block when you left?”

“He left right before me. He said he had to meet you for lunch.”

“Okay, well let me get out of here.” I handed Tiana fifty dollars before walking out of the door. “I’ll be back.”

“Take your time.”

Just as those slick words left her lips, I stopped in the doorway and turned around to face her little fast ass. “Don’t have no niggas in my house.”

Tiana couldn
’t even hide her sly sneaky look. I knew that when she so graciously agreed to babysit for us that she was enjoying the amenities of the house way more than she enjoyed babysitting. We had everything any teenager could dream of; flat screens, stereos, stocked frig, and liquor. I knew that little bitch was drinking. If she was hot enough to hang out on the block and drop out of high school, I didn’t put shit past her little ratchet ass.

She stood in the kitchen testing Dahlia
’s milk on her wrists with a grin on her face that smelled like bullshit. In a synthetic weave, Rainbow jogging suit, and knock off Ugg boots, she looked every bit of ratchet. So I could only imagine what kinda nigga she would have in my house.

“Don
’t play with me, lil’ girl.”

“Miss Simone, I am not going to have any company in your house. I promise.”

I saw straight through her little ass, but whatever. I couldn’t watch her pussy while I was trying to watch mine.

 

Chance

 

I had been back in Chicago for almost a week.

I stayed in a motel on Cicero Avenue. It was a thirty dollar a night room that was co
nsumed with a stale cigarette smell. I felt like every time I left the room, no matter the amount of cologne I bathed in, the stench of Newports was still on my skin and in my clothes.

Despite the room only being thirty bucks a night, with feeding myself, taking the bus here and there, and copping a good winter co
at to do so in, I was down to three hundred dollars.

“Hello?”

Simone sounded irritated when she answered; how she began to sound more and more every time we talked as time went by. I could hear the wind and music in her background. I imagined her riding around careless and worry free. I envied that. While living in Lexington, I feared being on the streets, penniless and homeless. Simone promised that that wouldn’t be me, while touching me so intimately that I fell in love with my mentor. I was so in love that I took somebody’s life on her behalf.

Despite
my loyalty, I still ended up on the streets penniless and homeless.

Something had gone wrong in a major way.

“I need some cash.”

She even laughed at me cynically as she replied, “Okay.
And?”

Shortly after killing Aeysha, I started to feel like Simone had set me up.
She’d used my naïveté and crush on her to kill somebody that was probably totally innocent. She’d given me this sad story about Aeysha giving her brother the flux with a divorce. She even said that Aeysha was beating her niece.

Funny how I never heard of that brother or niece again after Aeysha was dead.

Either way, that twenty-five thousand sounded damn good regardless of the story behind it.

I can
’t even act like I wasn’t to blame for killing Aeysha. But Simone’s complete one-eighty once I killed Aeysha was blowing the fuck outta me.

She
’d promised that she was coming to Minnesota. She went as far as to say that she wanted to be with me. She could do that if she left Lexington and came to live with me in Minnesota. She was half the reason why I initially wanted to cop those bricks. On top of needing to flip my cash, I wanted a steady income if she was going to be my lady.

Nevertheless,
week after week, she made excuse after excuse as to why she wasn’t there yet. Eventually, I figured that she was never coming. Her sudden attitude every time I called further let me know that she’d played me.

“I
’m out of cash.”

When she heard that I was broke, Simone flipped.
“What the fuck?! How?!”

“I was robbed. The nigga I was staying with in Minnesota got me.”

Simone growled and moaned like she was so irritated, but I didn’t give a fuck. I had done the ultimate for her. She owed me for the rest of her life. I felt like if I called her and told her to jump, her only answer should be ‘how high.’

“I
’ll send you some cash through Western Union.”

“You don
’t have to. I’m in the Chi.”

Simone
gasped so dramatically that it was slightly funny to me. “Why are you in Chicago?! Are you crazy?!”

“I was popped! I didn
’t have anywhere to stay. I don’t know shit about Minnesota, and I could swear that
somebody
was supposed to be there with me.”

Suddenly, Simone
’s voice went from shit to sugar. “I know, baby. I couldn’t find a job there. I couldn’t move there without a job. We would both be broke.”

“I thought you still had some dough from selling your mom
’s crib.”

“I do, but I can
’t live off of that, let alone two people.”

I sat on the edge of the bed with my moist forehead in the palm of
my hand. Constantly running after Simone mentally was making me drip streams of sweat physically. She was still playing me, but my manhood wouldn’t let me concede to that. I was determined to make her keep her end of the bargain. I refused to let the dust of her playing me settle on the surface of this murder.

I eyed the bottle of Grey Goose that sat on the table seducing me. It was looking at me with beaut
iful, feminine, and seductive glass eyes, licking its intoxicating lips and calling for me.

Simone
’s empty promises interrupted me and the vodka’s flirtation. “Give me a call in a few days. I will see what I can do.”

“A few days?
I don’t have a few days, Simone.”

More than needing cash, I had to see her. I
hadn’t seen her since I left for Minnesota. I had only heard the sound of her voice. Looking into Simone’s eyes would tell me if I killed a perfectly innocent woman in exchange for twenty-five thousand dollars and a fuck in the ass.

With sweet convincing words, she told me, “Okay, baby. Call me in two days.”

I decided that two days was good enough and hung up. As I hung up, I still had a lot of wonder and questions running marathons in the back of my mind.

I stood
up and walked over to the picture window of the ratty motel room while turning up the bottle of Grey Goose. Even the window was filthy with fingerprints and only God knew what else. The lights of Sunset were blinking from across the street. They were calling my name. Luckily, Simone had hooked me up with a fake ID when I left town, so I could get in the club despite being underage.

I touched my pockets. I knew that all I had was a couple hundred dollars that I needed to hold onto just in case Simone flaked on me.

But there was nothing like naked bitches twerking in g-strings to make a nigga feel better.

Gia

Okay, Southside I gotta own this, snakeskin on my hat, albinI’m rich, like Lionel, I get head like Rhino
I’m riding on my rivals, survival, viable

Blindfold, bullets, for y’all niggas?

I got extra

I got extra

I got money

I got work for his hoes

I got a plethora

I was currently hanging upside down on the stainless steel pole in
six-inch heels twerking remarkably to “Extra” by 2 Chainz. I was a perfectionist when it came to stripping, and I was one of the most sought after dancers in Sunset.

Unlike
many dancers who had asses and hips injected full of saline and breasts full of silicone, I was all natural. I didn’t have a big stupid ass booty or huge perky breasts. I was a petite 5’4” with a runner’s body. My ass was big enough. My breasts were luscious enough. My waist was invisible. With dark skin like a Haitian and a long Malaysian weave that fell twenty-eight inches from my scalp, I was
living
as I hung upside down clapping my ass.

My pole skills were serious. I twirled,
spun, and flipped like every dollar depended on it, because it did. I climbed all the way to the top of the pole. Up there, near the roof, I was able to see the patrons on the second floor balcony. They catcalled over 2 Chainz’ ratchetness. Dollar bills floated into the air and rained all over me. I recognized a few of the partiers. I smiled to acknowledge them before sliding down the pole at record speed and landing in a split at the bottom of the pole so hard that you would think that it hurt. My heels hit the floor of the stage with a loud clunk.

Sunset was a nude strip club. Therefore, as many men made it rain
, hundreds of George Washington’s kissed my skin and stuck to me.

Since it was a Saturday night, the club
was packed to capacity. Money was definitely in the building. I recognized a lot of well known dope dealers. They were real hustlers; not just dudes who stood on the block and sold weed, but men who pushed weight and drove hundred thousand dollar luxury vehicles. Luckily, I was the favorite of many of them. They stood at the stage throwing band after band of singles and five dollar bills. Some of them gave their lady a band to make it rain on me.

Strip clubs had become such an acceptable pastime that half of the patrons in attendance were women. They stood amongst the tight crowd at the front of the stage waving dollars in the air,
beckoning for me to crawl over to them and pop my pussy in their faces.

Rae was also in the crowd sipping, lingering
, and watching – like always. She often patronized the club. She got VIP treatment when she was at Sunset because the bouncers, bartenders, and owners knew that she was Gia’s woman, one of the most popular dancers.

As I positioned myself on all fours and twerked my ass in some girl’s face with a birthday crown on, I could see Rae sitting at a table in the farthest corner, cuddling a Corona in one hand and a double shot of Patron in the other. Her eyes were glassy as she stared at me intensely. The way she watched me was starting to get scary; as if she knew I was going to leave her any day now.

Unfortunately, she was
absolutely correct.

I just didn
’t know when. But what I did know was that her intense look was the start of some bullshit later on that night.

The eyes of someone else caught my attention as well. They weren
’t on me and that bothered me. They weren’t on any other stripper and that intrigued me. With a tall lanky stature and locs that hit his shoulders, he sat hovering over a bottle. Many naked women walked by him propositioning him. Yet, he nicely rejected their advances for lap and private dances and put his focus back on his date, Don Julio.

2
Chainz finally stopped talking shit, so I began to quickly pick up the dollar bills that covered the stage like carpet. Reese, a bouncer, used a broom to quickly assist me as the next dancer came to the stage already popping her ass as Lil’ Wayne’s high pitched voice came spilling from the speakers accompanied with a sick bass line.

I stuffed what I estimated to be about five hundred dollars in the Michael Kors
book bag that I used to house my tips. I had already grossed over a thousand dollars in tips and it was only midnight.

Carefully, I tipped off
the stage with Reese’s assistance.

It was pitiful the way
that Rae broke her neck to catch my eye. I knew that she was trying to get my attention, but I was focused on getting this money. She was really starting to blow me with the way she wanted to walk me around on this leash. She was losing her edge. Everything that led me to fall for her in the first place was evaporating before my eyes.

I ignored the way Rae broke her neck to get my attention. I knew that I would hear about that later
, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was there to work, not babysit her insecurities.

With interest, I walked over to the
guy spooning with the Don Julio bottle. Along the way, I reserved a few offers for lap dances for later that night.

“Hey you.”
I spoke seductively as I slid my arm around his muscular shoulders. Despite being lanky, his arms and shoulders were muscular as if he did pushups.

Initially, he nonchalantly glanced at me while
replying halfheartedly. “Whad up?”

His lack of attention made me force myself on him
. I sat across from him at his table, took his bottle, and poured myself a drink. He looked curiously at my nerve. I was so bold that he had to laugh as he looked at my teasing smile.

I was daring him to have a problem with me drinking from his bottle.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a laugh.

“I know I am,” I said
, still smiling as I took the shot. “What’s your name?”

For the first time
that night, I saw him smile. He met my fun smile, which I gave him as an attempt to get him out of his funk.

Finally
he answered, “My name is Chance.”

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