Watch Out for the Big Girls (19 page)

At first Monica felt she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. When she was summoned by Starr, she immediately became nervous. The look on Bubbles's face when she had told her only added to her nervousness. For the life of her she couldn't think of anything she had done to jeopardize her position in the organization. As far as she was concerned, she had proven herself and was now a Double G. The walk to Starr's office seemed to end too quick. She abruptly stopped in front of the huge wooden stained door. She still hadn't come up with a valid reason why Starr would want to see her in her office. She knocked on it rapidly in succession. She heard the voice on the other side of it telling her to come in. When she did, to her surprise, Felicia sat off to the right of Starr.

“Enjoying yourself?” Starr asked.

“Yes, thank you.” Monica nodded.

“Good. Good to hear.” Starr looked her up and down as she spoke.

Monica could feel her eyes undressing her. Instantly the nature of her visit to the office became clear. She glanced over at Felicia, who also was giving her body a full survey.

Are you fucking serious?
Monica couldn't believe the predicament she was in. The scenery had her feeling uneasy. She felt like a piece of meat and Starr and Felicia intended to be the bread.

“You okay?” Starr asked. She titled her head to the side.

Monica knew she was analyzing her. “Um hm.” She nodded for a second time.

Their eyes met. She could see the lustful flames burning inside of Starr's eyes as she stared into them. She had no clue how she was going to get herself out of it. But she was willing to do whatever it took. Solving the death of her brother meant more to her than anything else in the world, even her own life.

“Come here.” It was more of a command rather than a request.

Monica embraced the gesture with reluctance, more so because of Felicia's presence, but within minutes she let her guard down and charted new territory. Although she considered herself to be a heterosexual female, she was no stranger to a woman's touch. It had been a long time since she experienced that feeling. She was much younger the last time it had happened. Since then, she had become only curious, never acting on it. Monica's thoughts flashed back to when she was a young, promiscuous teen, living in that big, old, unfamiliar house where she first met Sara.

They were the same age. They used to do everything together: eat, sleep in the same room, make up and dress their dolls for hours. They spent more time together than apart. As their bodies changed and began to develop so did their hormones. They were fifteen the first time they had explored any sexual interests toward the other. They started hiding in the closet kissing and caressing, fondling and fingering. What started out as an experiment quickly grew into a passion, a craving, a preference. Ultimately, their brief childhood love affair came to an end after Sara's mother caught them in the act. After that, they had never seen or heard from one another again, but the sweet memories were never erased from Monica's mind.

Now, those feelings had been awakened. The fire between her legs had ignited and resurfaced the moment Starr's lips made contact with hers. The smooth sound of Jill Scott filled the air as Starr's tongue probed Monica's mouth. While she enjoyed the kiss, she couldn't help but notice Felicia slide to the left of Starr and begin to suck on her neck. Felicia stared at her as she planted gentle kisses and licked Starr's collar. It turned Monica on. She watched with lustful eyes as Felicia's hands made their way up to her breasts. Felicia caressed Monica's breasts through the silk fabric of her dress. Her perky nipples poked through the thin garment. Monica closed her eyes as the back of Felicia's busy right hand glided against her breast also. Starr continued to kiss her passionately the whole while. She could feel Starr's hand massaging her sex through the fabric. Her touch enhanced Monica's moistness.

She hadn't been this turned on in a long time. Monica's kiss became aggressive. The familiar feeling had taken charge and control over her. What she had once buried deeply she now longed for. She caught Starr by surprised when she broke their lip lock and grabbed for her dress. Starr smiled as Monica took both of her hands and hiked the bottom of Starr's dress up to her thin waistline. Monica slowly slithered down between Starr's knees. She stared up at Starr with lustful eyes. Starr flashed a half of a smile as Monica licked her lips seductively. Monica then broke her stare and lowered her gaze as she dropped her head between Starr's legs. Felicia watched as Monica slid Starr's panties down her legs and ankles. The sweet smell of Bath & Body Works filled the air. Monica spread Starr's muscular, thick thighs even farther apart. She used her fingers to gently part the outer lips of Starr's clean-shaven, glistening cave. Just as Monica began to indulge in the urge to taste her, Felicia dropped to her knees, right next to her. Starr cooed and cleared her desk in one sweep. She hiked herself onto it and spread her legs wider.

Monica and Felicia exchanged an intimate kiss in front of Starr's exposed clit. Starr could feel the heat between her legs from Felicia's and Monica's breath. Monica ended the kiss between her and Felicia. She then turned and buried her face between Starr's inner thighs. She licked and sucked Starr's honey-flavored pussy, sending her into a chilling whirlwind of ecstasy. Monica was enjoying pleasuring Starr so much that she never noticed Felicia sliding behind her. She moaned from the two fingers Felicia inserted into her wetness. Felicia wasted no time removing Monica's panties. Within minutes, they were all engrossed in a ménage à trois.

“Yeah, suck that shit!” Starr demanded. She pushed Monica's face deeper into her pussy. Monica began to angrily suck on Starr's wetness like she had never done before. Felicia had caused herself to orgasm from sucking on Monica. It was like a drug. She kept slurping and drinking the orgasms she brought Monica to as Monica ground back and forth on her face. Starr couldn't take it anymore. Strangely, she now wanted Monica all to herself. She broke up the party for a slight second. She pushed Monica from between her legs and sat on the side of the desk. Felicia removed her head from between Monica's legs.

“Thank you. That will be all.” She calmly directed her words to Felicia with a smile.

Felicia wiped her mouth, stood up, looked at the both of them while fixing her clothes, and then returned the smile. She strutted toward the door. The loud roar of the music spilled in for a second as she opened and shut the door behind her.

Starr turned to Monica with the most seducing gaze in her eyes, ready to take back full control. She approached Monica until she was mere inches away from her.

“Now, where were we?”

I couldn't have returned at a better time,
Felicia thought as she reemerged into the main part of the club. DJ Franzen, who was one of the hottest DJs in Las Vegas, was going in on the turntables. One of J. Cole's popular tracks was blended and mixed in with one of Kendrick Lamar's. Felicia smiled and shook her head as she peered over at her crew's VIP section. The Double Gs were turned all the way up and she knew exactly why. Over two dozen plus-sized women tossed back bottles of assorted flavors of Cîroc, rosé, Patrón, and Ace of Spades while they tossed money in the air and chanted their favorite song in unison. Every dancer in the club was in the vicinity of the Double Gs. Women twerked, booty bounced, popped, and exercised their acrobatic skills while the Double Gs turned Club Panties into a night straight out of the playbook of the infamous ATL strip club Magic City.

Felicia danced her way over to join her crew. The spotlight found its way on her as she bounced through the club. She could hear the familiar beat coming to her and the rest of the Double Gs' favorite turn-up song as she snapped both her fingers and hips to the blend of the current and upcoming tracks DJ Franzen spun.

“Shout out to my homegirls Starr, Felicia, Bubbles, and the rest of the Double Gs,” DJ Franzen announced. “I know this y'all shit right here!” The DJ spun the song back and started it from the beginning.

Felicia threw an acknowledging hand in the air, while the other Double Gs went crazy hearing the shout out. She noticed Bubbles had done the same from where she stood, moving her back in a snake motion in VIP.

The bouncer dressed in all black removed the velvet rope for Felicia. She gave a courtesy nod as she walked past him. She was handed a bottle of Peach Cîroc by Sparkle and smothered with a bear hug from Glitter, as they all continued to chant the chorus of their anthem. It was evident to Felicia that the twins and everybody else was bloody from the alcohol, not to mention the strong smell of some of Cali's finest bud in the immediate area. Felicia took a long swig of the bottle before joining her girls.

“‘Watch out for the big girls! Watch out for the big girls!'” The hook of the popular house music song repeated over and over as the Double Gs stomped their feet to the beat. They became even more hyped as the chorus switched. Some of the Double Gs had grabbed hold of some of the dancers and started pumping them from the back to the beat of the song while other Double Gs cheered them on.

“‘Big girls, big, big girls, big girls, big, big girls,'” filled the air as the Double Gs dominated the club.

The thunderous music had all of the Double G members lit. Everyone was in a zone as they tossed back shots of Patrón and nursed liters of assorted flavors of Sean Puffy Combs's popular vodka. Had they not been so turned up, they may have been more on point.

* * *

“Team Alpha, are you in position?” the lead SWAT Agent asked from the van.

“Roger that,” the reply came through the radio.

“Team Charlie, are you in position?” he asked.

“Set to engage,” the agent confirmed.

“On my mark,” the lead agent ordered.

The numbers one through three were counted down before the lead SWAT agent gave the green light to move in.

* * *

As the song came to an end so did the Double Gs. Felicia sat beside Bubbles while some of members slid off to the back with dancers for lap dances, while others paired up and doubled teamed some of the other ones.

“Did you enjoy yourself back there?” Bubbles asked somewhat enviously. She actually liked Monica and wished she had been the one offered the opportunity to visit Starr's office.

Felicia chuckled. “What are you talkin' about?”

“Fee, don't play. I smell pussy all over you.”

Bubbles's comment caused Felicia to double over with laughter.

“At least tell me, was she any good?” Bubbles wanted to know.

“I can't really say. Starr kicked me out; wanted her all to herself.” Felicia smiled.

Bubbles shook her head and snatched up her bottle of Red Berry Cîroc. “Being the boss has its perks,” she said before taking a swig of the vodka.

“I'll drink to that,” Felicia agreed.

The two friends tapped their bottles together and then tossed them back. The sudden loud noise startled them. The sound of shattered glassed could be heard as both of their Cîroc bottles hit the club floor simultaneously. The multiple red dots illuminating on their chests was enough to make them both hit the deck and take cover.

Within seconds a barrage of SWAT bombarded Club Panties. Flashlights were being shined, infrared beams crisscrossed, and assault weapons were being waved around as they filled the club. The music abruptly stopped and all that could be heard was the commotion of screams, broken bottles, and feet scurrying throughout the establishment. The scenery resembled a stampede or a bull run, thought Agent Reddick.

“Round up as many Double Gs as possible,” he ordered. He smiled at the pun. He then made his way to the back where he figured he could find who he was looking for.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Starr massaged Monica's natural silky hair as the leader of the Double Gs brought her to yet another orgasm. Between the melodic sounds of Raheem DeVaughn and the pleasure Starr was creating, Monica felt as if she was in heaven. She knew she was in violation for many different reasons, but had no intention of stopping. She had let both her hair and her guard down and let go.
Her tongue is magical,
she thought, getting caught up in the matrix of what Starr was doing to her. She tossed her head back with closed eyes and bit down on her bottom lip.

Starr toyed with Monica's nipples while she expertly performed oral on her. She could feel her phone vibrating up against her hip, but she paid it no mind. She was in a zone and refused to let anything or anyone take her out of it. Had she decided to retrieve the phone and look at her screen, it may have made a difference. The two of them were so in tune with one another that they hadn't realized they weren't alone until the music stopped and was replaced with a voice.

“Sorry to break up your little soiree, ladies,” Agent Reddick sarcastically remarked. He knew the clearing of his throat would get their attention.

Starr looked up at Monica and grimaced. She then calmly rose and slowly turned around. Monica sat up and covered her exposed body with her hands. The beams from the assault rifles swayed back and forth in their direction. Agent Reddick was smiling, holding up a warrant.

“I've been told I have bad timing,” Agent Reddick joked. “But the problem is I have a piece of paper here that requires me to take care of this now. Well, with the time stamp and all. By the way, no need to call Ms. Morgan as of yet. This is strictly by the book.” Agent Reddick flashed a smug look. “Get the one who was on top!” he yelled out to the first agent as the lights came on.

“Don't touch me!” Starr spat, pulling away from the agent.

He stood there dumbfounded, looking back and forth from Starr to his superior. Agent Reddick grimaced. He waved the agent off. Just then a female agent, Constanza, pushed her way through the madness and into the office.

“They're going crazy out there. There are all sorts of drugs on the floor.” She drew her attention to Starr. “Since nobody's claiming anything and this is your establishment everything belongs to you.”

Starr ignored the agent and continued to dress. Monica was more than embarrassed. But she was even more furious at the fact that she hadn't received the heads-up on the raid. She couldn't believe the humiliating position she was currently in.

“I'd like to see the warrant,” Starr calmly requested.

“Sure, and Agent Constanza will read you your rights while you're doing so,” Agent Reddick declared, pointing to the woman agent.

“Am I under arrest?” Starr asked.

“Just for now. I'm sure you'll be out soon, though. There's not enough here to stick, but we figured we'd start pushing back, letting you know who's boss.” He turned his back on Starr and faced the SWAT team of agents.

Agent Constanza walked up to Starr.“This is for Agent Kelly!” She raised the back of her hand up at her. Her attempt was too slow and sloppy.

Starr weaved away from the intended blow. Raising the back of her own hand, she counteracted and delivered an alarming blow as her massive hand came crashing down on the side of Agent Constanza's face. The smack sent the agent flying to the ground. “Don't you ever raise your motherfuckin' hand up at me again in your life.” Starr's words echoed through the office.

Two members of the SWAT team immediately rushed her and grabbed her from behind. To add insult to injury, Starr spat on the female agent while kicking wildly in the air as the two muscular agents subdued her. She was so out of control, she hadn't realized her cell phone slipped out of her pocket. And neither did any of the agents. They were all still trying to figure out how Agent Constanza wound up on the floor, holding the side of her face.

Monica noticed it. Her attention was still fixed on Starr and the ruckus she had caused. The office was instantly filled with a roomful of shocked faces.

Monica didn't know what to do. She just stood there in awe. She couldn't believe Starr's reaction.

Agent Reddick's back was turned so he hadn't seen what had just taken place. Everything had happened so quickly. He spun back around at the sound of Starrshma Fields's voice. He saw Agent Constanza on the ground and Starr being detained. Starr shot him a murderous look. “You better put a leash on that bitch,” Starr growled as her blood continued to boil.

Agent Constanza slowly returned to her feet, rubbing her cheek from the sting. She wiped the dripping spit from the crevice of the right side of her mouth.

“Add that to your list of charges.” Starr directed her sarcasm to the agent.

“You cunt-sucking bitch!” Now it was Agent Constanza who had to be detained by her peers.

Not a small or timid woman herself, it took every bit of her colleagues' strength to withhold her from the attack she nearly launched on Starr. It took a minute for her to recover from the assault. The blow had dazed her, which had delayed her from springing right back up after Starr had knocked her down.

“Get off of me!” She twisted and turned as the two men struggled to contain her.

“Agent Constanza!” Reddick's voice boomed.

Her superior's voice caught her attention. Huffing and puffing, she snapped her neck in his direction.

“Calm yourself,” he instructed.

Constanza rolled her eyes. She inhaled then let out the longest deep sigh she had ever taken in her life. “I'm fine.”

The two agents began to release her slowly. She shrugged them off, then zeroed in on Starr. “This ain't over,” she told her.

“Hope not.” Starr gritted her teeth.

“Get her the hell out of here! Now!” Reddick yelled, as Starr giggled while being escorted past the agent she had just assaulted. Reddick walked over to Constanza. “You okay?”

“Aside from my ego being bruised. Sure, I'm cool.” She flashed a reassuring smile.

“What about her?” one of the agents asked, pointing to Monica, who had just buttoned the last button of her blouse.

Agent Reddick stared over at Monica for a few seconds. She returned the eye contact. A look of disgust appeared across her face. She rolled her eyes at him right before turning her head away from him.

Shaking his head, he snickered. “Let her go. We got who we came for. Get her out of here and tear this place apart!” he then yelled.

Monica kneeled down and gathered up the rest of her belongings.

As Starr was escorted out of her office, she took in all of the chaos. The club had been turned upside down. Agents were everywhere, flipping up everything that wasn't nailed down. All of the club attendants had been harassed and kicked out into the street. She scanned the club infested with law enforcement. She didn't see Felicia or Bubbles anywhere, but could see some of the Double Gs all posted up, legs spread, facing the wall with palm flesh against it, while others were already handcuffed and being whisked out of the club. She was steaming on the inside at the scenery, but she refused to give the pigs who ran up in her establishment the satisfaction of seeing her react or respond. She knew they didn't have anything on any of her crew members, so that was the least of her concerns. Her mind was more focused on what they did or didn't have on her.

As she was escorted outside, the scene was even worse. Everyone from Treasures had come outside to see what was going on. They all stood in silence as Starr was brought out in her revealing clothes. She held her head high despite looking a mess. She smiled inside at the sight of Felicia and Bubbles. She managed to make eye contact with Felicia just before she reached the awaiting vehicle. Starr gave her a knowing head nod. Felicia caught it and tapped Bubbles. Starr watched as the two quickly disappeared into the crowd. Seconds later, she was being thrown in the back of a black Yukon Denali. She noticed a convoy of at least a dozen more SUVs. She was sure they were filled with Double Gs. She shook her head and smiled to herself at the new chain of events. “Let the games begin,” Starr mumbled under her breath as she was whizzed away.

* * *

A Couple Hours Later

“I had to,” Monica chimed into the phone as Agent McCarthy sat on the other end of the receiver in disbelief. She hated that she had to call and drop the bomb she just had about not only sleeping with Starr, but also getting caught by Agent Reddick and the other agents. When she had calmed down, she realized why she hadn't been given the heads-up. Agent McCarthy's daughter was ill.