“Okay,” she stated playfully, as she discreetly scanning his body from head to toe. “I see you clowning me, but you need to be minding your own business and hit that six again. I still got money on the table. Everybody ain’t balling like you. I see you betting with your purple chips,” she said, referring to his full rack of big bills.
“I got you,” he said as he prepared for his next roll. “What you drinking on, ma?”
“Hpnotiq and Goose,” she replied.
The two of them stayed at the crap tables all night. They joked and laughed, flirting openly with each other. Young Carter enjoyed her company and appreciated her presence because she took his mind off his deceased father. He noticed the size of her pockets as she tried to keep up with his bets and had calculated that she had lost at least two grand trying to hang in the game.
As the crowd began to disperse, they eventually were the only two left at the table. Drunk and feeling good, they made dumb bets, Carter not caring how much he spent, but the young lady watching every dollar that the dealers trapped up.
“Seven out!” the dealer called. The enthusiasm had left his voice, and it was apparent that everyone at the table was exhausted.
“Looks like your luck has run out.” The girl leaned against the table. She faced him, her head cocked to the side, her eyes low and sexy from the effects of the liquor.
“I guess so,” he replied as he stepped to her, closing the space between them. “You all right. You look a little tipsy.”
The girl smiled seductively and answered, “Just a little bit, but I’m good. I didn’t come here alone. My girls are around here somewhere. This was fun. Thanks for the drinks.”
As she began to walk away, Carter gently grabbed her forearm. “Aye, hold up,” he stated softly. He reached into his Prada pockets and pulled out a wad of money. He peeled off twenty hundred-dollar bills and opened the girl’s hand to put them inside.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes opened wide in surprise. “I can’t take this.”
“Whenever you’re in my presence, everything’s on me. That should make up for what you lost, even though it wasn’t yours to begin with.” He rubbed her hand before letting it go.
“A’ight, I see you,” she replied with a laugh. She threw the money onto the dice table.
“What you doing, ma?”
She put her hands to her lips as if to shush him and then told the dealers to put it all in the field. She picked up the dice, tossed them down the table.
“Two field bet two!” the dealer yelled in excitement, amazed at the young woman’s luck. “Double the payout.”
Carter shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that the girl had just put two stacks on such a dumb bet. The payout was lovely.
She picked up six thousand dollars from the table and handed him back three thousand. “I make my own ends, but it’s nice to know that there are gentlemen still out here.”
Before she could walk away, Carter said to her, “I didn’t get your name, shorty.”
She brought her lips close to his ear. “That’s because I didn’t give it to you. If you’re worth getting to know me, I’ll see you again,” she replied with a smile as she walked away from him.
“Miamor, who da fuck is da fine-ass nigga you were kicking game to?” Aries asked as she sat in the backseat of the Honda Civic.
“Aries, shut up. Wasn’t nobody kicking game to nobody. I wasn’t worried about that nigga. Y’all bitches just don’t know how to tail a mu’fucka without being all obvious. Our mark was at the crap table in the upstairs VIP. I just chose the table that gave me a nice view to the stairway, so I’d know who was coming and going. Dude was just a prop to make it realistic. My eye never left the prize,” Miamor replied, making sure that she kept her eye on the allblack Lamborghini that was three car lengths in front of her.
“I don’t know, Mia. It looked to me like you were checking for him,” Robyn teased.
Miamor smacked her lips, and a guilty smile spread across her face.
“Bitch, me knew it!” Aries shouted excitedly in her Barbadian accent.
“A’ight, a’ight, I’ll admit it. The nigga was a little fly. He had an A game on him. But why the fuck is we discussing that nigga? This ain’t playtime. Let’s get focused on this business,” Miamor stated, trying to get back to the task at hand.
“Now da bitch wanna be focused,” Aries stated smartly.
“I know, right?” Robyn burst into laughter.
To the average person, the three girls were rare beauties out for a night on the town. One would have never guessed that these contract killers-They called themselves “the Murder Mamas”-were responsible for sixty percent of the drug-related murders in the Dade County area. If the paper was right, they were down for the job. Nobody was an exception. They were willing to murk women, children, hustlers, the good, the bad, and the ugly. It didn’t matter, anybody could get it, if the price was right.
Come on, Mia, keep up with this fucking car, Anisa thought frantically as she watched her sister’s car disappear in the side mirror. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she began to think of a way to buy her friends time to catch up.
“Mecca, can we stop at this gas station up here?” she said in her sweetest tone. “All those Long Islands are making me want to pee.” She rubbed her left hand on his crotch.
Mecca’s dick immediately responded to her touch and began to stiffen as he looked at her fat ass, which was melting into his leather seats. “Nah, we almost there. Just hold that shit. Come put those pretty lips to work,” he said with a tone of authority that didn’t leave her room to object.
Anisa looked in her mirror once again. Fuck! Mia, where are you? She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned into Mecca’s lap. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing dick. She was immediately aroused by the sight of his long thickness, which was a shade darker than his light skin, and was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen. Her mouth watered in anticipation. The fresh smell of Sean John cologne greeted her nostrils, and she licked her lips in delight. Anisa loved a big, clean dick and figured, since she was about to kill the nigga, she might as well give him the best head job of his life before sending him to meet his Maker.
She licked the head of his length and circled her tongue seductively around his hat, and his manhood jumped from excitement.
“Ohh shit,” he uttered as he kept one hand on the steering wheel and put the other on the back of her head. He entangled his fingers in her hair and gently pushed her down onto him.
Anisa took all of him into her mouth, gagging a little from his size. Her mouth was wet and warm, and Mecca was in heaven as he glanced down at the beautiful woman. She slobbered on his dick as she deep-throated him. She knew she was nice with her tongue.
Not even five minutes had passed, and she felt the swell of his rod as he neared ejaculation. He closed his eyes and almost forgot he was driving as she slid her mouth down one last time, tickling the vein underneath his shaft on her way up. It was a wrap, as she sat up and watched Mecca come into an orgasm.
“Damn, baby, let’s get you up to this room. A nigga need some of that.” Mecca slipped one of his fingers up her skirt, pushing her thong to the side, and massaged her swollen clit.
“Hmm,” Anisa moaned as Mecca fingered her dripping pussy. He was working his fingers in and out of her like a dick, and she began to work her hips as she felt the pressure building between her legs. If this nigga can work his fingers like this, I know he can fuck good. I might have to fuck his sexy ass before I kill him.
Anisa squirmed in her seat and continued to check her mirrors as she enjoyed the pleasure that Mecca was providing her.