Money-Makin' Mamas (10 page)

He licked across his thick lips then touched the trimmed hair on his chin. “You look even sexier than your pictures are. I knew I was on to something special when I saw you,” he said.

Always seducing my clients on the other side, I leaned forward to give him a peek at my cleavage as I squeezed my breasts together. I had a red sucker in my hand for teasing, and with red hot lipstick on, I knew my beauty was coming through strong for me over the screen. My long curls remained pulled to the side and rested on one shoulder. And diamond earrings dangled from my earlobes.

“I hope you like what you see, and you damn right you're on to somethin' special. But my question to you is why so much money? What exactly is it that you want me to do, and why choose me instead of some white trick who been in this business longer than me and makes a fortune?”

It was no secret to us that white women owned this profession. They did this shit in the privacy of their own homes, and walked out their doors as if they were honorable hockey and soccer moms who could do no wrong. It was a white woman who hooked Mama up on the game, and it didn't take long for none of us to learn the ropes and start making some for real money. We now had this shit on lock and it came natural for us. There was too much money to be made on this, but the average ghetto bitch couldn't pull this off. A bitch had to have skills, a near flawless body, and she had to know how to communicate with men. I didn't give a shit if the motherfucker on the other side was fine as hell or uglier than a gray goose. As long as he didn't have to touch me, and he paid for my services, I was good.

“I've had my share of white women,” Honey admitted. “But I was in the mood to share my time with someone I could relate to. As for the money, I didn't think you would settle for anything less. I saw your profile and I said to myself that you would be worth every single penny.”

I backed away from the screen, took several licks from the sucker then set it on my desk. One pearl went into my mouth, and as I rubbed the pearls across my lips, I narrowed my eyes and gazed at Mr. Honey.

“So, what is it that you want me to do for all of this money? You still haven't told me.”

“For starters, all I want to do is get a full glimpse of you. Stand up for me. Let me see what you're workin' with.”

I had no problem doing that. I moved the chair back and raised my arms in the air. My eyes scanned down my arms and moved to my breasts as I posed in different positions to entice Honey. He could see my hard nipples and butterfly-shaved pussy hairs through my sheer teddy. Adding much more to the mix, I turned around and presented my pretty ass to him. It was smooth and flawless, without any blemishes, scars, bumps; only a dimple, but nothing that made me look like plenty of bitches who tried to pull this off. My sisters and I were rare. We did whatever it took to make ourselves look good and keep our bodies in shape. The Kardashians didn't have shit on us, with the exception of more money.

With my back facing the monitor, I turned my head to the side and reached my hand around to grab my own ass. I held a chunk of it and nothing but thick meat squeezed through my fingers. Honey's eyes were zoned in. I knew I had that motherfucker hooked. I bent over, and when I spread my ass cheeks apart, he could see my juicy slit that I would stick my finger into later.

“That's enough for right now,” he said. I guessed it must have been too much for him, but this wasn't shit. There was more to come.

I returned to my chair and placed my foot against my desk. My legs were open for him to get a good view of my goodies. I watched as his eyes fluttered then closed.

“What's the problem, big boy? You can't handle all of this? I thought you could, so open your eyes and let's get down to the real business.”

Honey opened his eyes. He leaned closer to the monitor, puckering for a kiss. I did the kissing thing from time to time, and even though I couldn't feel a thing, whatever these motherfuckers wanted was fine with me.

I leaned forward, kissed the monitor, and planted a soft “kiss” on his lips.

“That was sweet,” he said, backing away from the monitor. “I feel much better, but before we get started, do you mind if I get naked too?”

I shrugged. “Of course not. G'on ahead and do you, baby. I'll watch you from over here.”

When Honey stood up, he looked hella thick. His body was ripped from his chest down. I had seen men with nice physiques but not like his. He had to be a bodybuilder or a professional athlete. He tried to tease me when he slowly removed his white boxers, but I wasn't a bitch who got overly excited about big dicks. I had seen plenty of them. From four inches to fifteen inches, my monitor displayed them all from the other side. Honey was working with about a twelve and he was proud to show it to me.

“You like that?” he said, holding his massive-sized dick in his hand.

With seduction in my eyes, I stroked his ego by licking across my lips. “Nice. Real nice. I wish I could feel it deep in my pussy. I bet it would feel so good in my pussy. What do you think?” I had to say those kinds of things just to keep the mood flowing.

“I sure would like to see, but I know you don't get down like that. You'll never meet me, or would you?”

I sucked on another one of my pearls and widened my legs just a little bit more for him to see more of me. “Never. I meet no one.”

“Not even me?”

“Not even you.”

“Why not?”

“The question is why should I? Because you got a big dick and some money? Please.”

“So the fact that I have a big dick and money doesn't move you?”

“I'm not sayin' that it doesn't. It's movin' me so much right now that my pussy is startin' to throb as I'm thinkin' about you bein' in it. But I doubt that it can move me from this chair and outside of this room.”

“Not even if I bump up the money?”

“You can bump it up all you want to. I still may not change my mind.”

“We'll have to see about that. I think you can be persuaded, once we're done with this.”

All I could do was smile. Every client I had thought they could pull out their dicks and get me to change my mind about meeting with them. It wasn't going to happen, so I never focused too much time on that bullshit. I always got back to the reason they were willing to pay me for less than thirty minutes of my time. Honey had spent so much time talking that his time was about to run out on him.

I ignored what he'd said and raised myself from the chair. I stood back so he could see me and I started to remove the teddy. I eased the straps off my shoulders then rolled the top part down underneath my breasts. They plopped out making a statement and so did my nipples, which were already hard. I didn't lie when I told Honey I was turned on. The truth of the matter was, I really did love dick. But not dick that came from the other side. Only dick that came on occasion, when I was out clubbing with my sisters and I spotted a fine nigga who I wanted to fuck me. A nigga who came with no attachments and who didn't demand anything else from me. I never gave a phone number for them to call me, and every motherfucker I was with knew that it would only be a one-night stand. At least, I hoped that they knew. Since I hadn't been fucked in over a month, I gave Honey something real special. It was what I considered the red carpet treatment.

My teddy had already hit the floor. All I stood in were pearls and high heels. I swished my hips from side to side as I walked over to my bed and lay sideways across it. After tucking my body pillow between my legs, I glared at Honey who looked mesmerized on the screen.

“I would give anything to be that pillow.” His dick was already in his hand and he had begun to stroke it. “Proceed, baby girl. Let me see what you got.”

Talk was cheap, so I turned myself into Black Satin and got down to business. I covered myself with body oils and rubbed them all over me. My oily hands slipped into my pussy and I fucked myself into an orgasm. My sensual cries from pleasure escaped in the air and were loud enough for Honey to hear. I could hear his heavy breathing as I moved to the edge of the bed and bent over. I pretended that he was behind me, and I yelled out his name as I fingered myself and toyed with my own clit. I didn't believe that there was a bitch in this world who could fuck her own self like I could and bring about so much pleasure. I had mastered how to turn myself on, and I knew every part of my body to touch to make that happen.

Honey had already busted a nut. I heard him spill nasty shit from his mouth that kind of turned me on more. I kneeled on the bed, pretending that he was underneath me. Needless to say, I fucked the shit out of him and rode him like only a bad bitch like me could. That motherfucker cheered me on. By the time I was finished, we both were exhausted. I lay back on the bed and thought about how I was going to shortcut the rest of my clients tonight. The first one always got the best of me, but it sometimes went downhill after that. Chyna and Karrine told me that by the end of the night they felt energized. I didn't. You could only get so many orgasms out of me in one night.

“Five thousand,” Honey said. “Meet me tomorrow and I'll give you five thousand dollars.”

I moved my head from side to side with a grin on my face. “No can do. Why won't you listen to me, man? I already told you I don't operate like that.”

“I know what you said, but I'm saying that we need to hook up. One time, that's it. You and me, and we can meet wherever you want us to. No strings attached. Once we're done, you can go your way, I'll go mine. You can't expect to fuck with my head like that and not want to give me the real deal.”

I laughed and sat up on the bed. There was something about Honey that was intriguing, but I didn't know what it was. He had me thinking about his request, but maybe it was just the money. I wanted to know how much more he was willing to give, so I rejected his first offer.

“Honey, I would love to hook up with you, but unfortunately I can't. The rules are the rules. Didn't you read them before you signed up to meet me?”

“I don't want to play by your rules though. I want you to play by my rules. I'm willing to pay any dollar amount to see if I can get that to happen.”

Honey's time was running out. In less than five minutes, I had to be ready for my next client. The room was messy, my hair wasn't tight, and not to mention that I didn't have on any clothes. I had to continue this conversation with Honey some other time, but when I opened my mouth, he shouted out loudly.

“Ten thousand dollars! I'll drop it into your account right now. Let me know what's up and tell me where you want me to meet you. All I need is one, maybe two hours of yo' time.”

Now this motherfucker had my attention. My mind was racing. I'd never had anybody throw ten Gs out at me and it would definitely give me bragging rights when it came to my sisters. I had to quickly make up my mind, and without giving it much more thought, I nodded.

“Okay, Honey. I'll meet with you, but only one time. After that, I'm cuttin' you clean off. You won't be able to contact me again. Drop the money into my account, and I'll contact you through e-mail with a destination. Don't fuck me or else you gon' wish that you never signed up for this.”

Honey chuckled at my words, but all I did was disconnect him from the screen. If he thought I was bullshitting with him, he'd better think again. I thought he was bullshitting with me, too, but after I got finished with my second gig for the night and checked my account, the ten Gs were there. A smirk washed over my face, and in a day or two, I'd be ready to show Mr. Honey what I was really working with.

I had made several grand in one week, but Simone doubled my shit in one day. As we sat around in the living room watching TV, she counted her money out loudly. Her feet were propped on the table and a wide grin was plastered on her face.

“What you bitches got to say about that?” she said, slamming the money on the table. “Who said that I was the lowest payin' bitch here?”

We all laughed. Karrine and I had to renege on all the negative shit we'd said to Simone about her not bringing in enough money.

“You just lucked up on that nigga,” I said. “But good for you. I'm just not sure if you should meet him. The last time one of us rushed out of here to do that, y'all know what happened.”

“Well, it won't happen like that again. This time, we all know better.”

Karrine had tripped the last time. She actually made the mistake of meeting that fool at his house and the wife came in on them. The wife tried to stab the shit out of Karrine, but when the wife couldn't catch her, she turned her anger toward her husband. She sliced his ass up and Karrine got the fuck out of there. She called us from a payphone to come get her, and when we picked her up, she was hysterical. That's when Mama made a rule that we were not to go visit anyone, no matter how much they were willing to pay. It didn't mean that we followed her rule about that, and whenever we did do something on the side, we kept it among each other. Mama didn't know anything, and there wasn't no chance of her finding out because none of us were snitching.

“So, when you gon' meet him?” Karrine asked. “Today, tomorrow, when?”

“Today. He's been waitin' patiently for me. I got another e-mail from him yesterday, asking if I'd made up my mind about where to meet.”

“Have you?” I asked.

“Yep. I'ma meet him at a motel downtown. Ain't no need for all that fancy shit, especially when I'm only goin' there to do what I do.”

Simone stood and tugged on the red minidress she wore. She had on a black off-the-shoulder top that was cut above her midriff. She looked ready to go, and said that once she got on her shoes, she'd be ready to go do her thing.

“Be sure to write down the motel address, room number, and phone number so we can have that information. And once you're in there, be sure to call and let us know,” I said.

Simone said she would, and as she got ready to go, Karrine and I stayed in the living room talking and watching TV. Mama had been gone since the other day. She called to let us know she was okay, and when I heard a slot machine in the background, I figured she had to be somewhere gambling.

She was probably at the local casino, where she, sometimes, stayed many nights. But that's how Mama got down. She enjoyed her life to the fullest, as we all did, but the plan was to move out of Chicago and buy a mansion somewhere near the sandy beaches in Florida or Cali.

Moving to Florida or Cali was our dream, but we had been splurging on so much of the money that we could never seem to save enough to see our dream through. We could've taken the money from Ray's bank account to go toward our dream home, but instead we used the money for other things. It took a lot to keep ourselves as beautified as we were, and it wasn't like we wanted to live like broke ghetto hoes or drive around in cars that broke down on the road whenever we had someplace to be. We desired to live the high life, and until we decided to make some for real sacrifices, the townhouse we resided in had to do.

Simone gave us the info on where she would be. She left and I waited for her to send a text message saying that she had come face to face with her money man.

Almost forty-five minutes later, the text came across. Karrine and I swooped up our purses to go. We rode to the motel in her gold Mercedes. Mama had the Range Rover and Simone had the Bentley. I wondered how strange it probably looked parked outside of a sleazy motel. Then again, motel parking lots had been the place where you could find many expensive cars parked.

“Do you know where this place is?” Karrine asked while behind the steering wheel.

“I think I do, but pull over at the gas station to get some gas. Your car is almost on empty.”

Karrine pulled over to a BP gas station that was packed with niggas hanging out. A drunk nigga with a liquor bottle tightened with a brown paper bag stood by the door, begging for change. I walked right by him with my tight pink shorts on and colorful baby doll top. I was the vibrant sister. The one who liked to add color to myself, especially since I was already dark. The color black did nothing whatsoever for me, and I loved loud colors that always drew attention to me. The men checked me out as if I were prey. Lips were licking, throats were clearing, and plenty men were grabbing their nuts. I knew I was a bad bitch, but I used my good looks and sexy body in the way Mama had taught me to use it. Nothing was for free and dick wasn't good for nothing but getting my pussy wet. I had learned how to do that myself, but like my other sisters, from time to time, a real dick was needed. None, however, was at the gas station, so I ignored the whistles and hollas as I went into the store and paid for Karrine to fill her tank. When I walked out, I dropped a penny in the begging man's hand.

“If you got money for that liquor, and a hand to hold it, get yo' ass a job, nigga. Stop beggin' people for they shit and don't blow yo' stank breath on me again.”

The man's fire red eyes damn near broke from their sockets. He was shocked by what I'd said to him and two niggas who stood close by were laughing their asses off. I walked up to Karrine and gave her a soda while she pumped the gas. All eyes were definitely on us, and one of the dudes who was laughing came up to the car. As I got a closer look at him, he was fine as fuck. Had a bit of swag going on, so I didn't necessarily trip when he stepped to me.

“You was kind of rude to that old man, wasn't you?” Dude sucked his teeth and grinned at me with a mouth full of gold. His sagging jeans hung low, and with the oversized T-shirt on, I couldn't tell if his body was hooked up. His hazel eyes, though, were sexy as shit.

“Why you all up in my business and not mindin' your own?” I said.

“You expect for me to mind my business with you and yo' friend standin' here lookin' this damn good? That ain't happenin', ma, not today.”

Karrine didn't have time for small talk like I sometimes did. Plus we had business to tend to. Dude was holding us up.

“Thanks for the compliment, but I need to make a move. Maybe some other time.”

“Some other time like tonight?” He gave me a business card. “Call me if you gamin'. Now all you have to do is tell me your name so I'll know it's you.”

I leaned forward and whispered in dude's ear. “Shame,” I said. “My name is Shame.”

He cocked his head back. “Shame? Why in the fuck yo' mama name you Shame? That's messed up.”

“She didn't name me Shame, but I'm tellin' you that it's a shame that I'm not goin' to use your number. Why? Because you got another bitch sittin' in yo' car, eyeing me down like I'm the one who done somethin' to her. She should be mad at your disrespectful ass, so get the fuck away from me before I spit in your face.”

The nigga quickly backed up. He had a smirk on his face when he went back over to his car trying to explain to his woman that he knew me from school. I hated niggas who thought they could get away with that kind of bullshit. And I also despised women more who played into the hands of niggas like that. Know when to say no and keep it the fuck moving. If a motherfucker was bold enough to dis his woman like that, he'd do the same to the next bitch.

I got back in the car, strapped my seat belt across me, and held on tight as Karrine breezed through traffic and made it to the motel. By now it was almost 8:00 p.m. We were sure that Simone had to be fucking her money man by then. We arrived at the motel and Karrine parked her car next to Simone's. We both took deep breaths, and never quite knowing what we would walk in on in situations like this, we came ready.

This wasn't the first time we did something like this and it wouldn't be the last. For fools who were willing to pay as much as Honey had, we saw those niggas as weak. Weak minds that would do anything for pussy. We also figured these fools had more paper somewhere, so we plotted and put up a little more effort to get it. Even if that meant offering real pussy, that's what we did. In no way would the men be pleased with us once we were finished. They would either be down some additional cash in their bank accounts or they would leave with their pockets completely empty.

Wearing minimal disguises, all I did while in the car was change my hair up by putting my long braids into a ponytail. I also put a baseball cap on my head. Karrine covered her head with a doo-rag and she wore baggy clothes so you couldn't see her shapely figure. Simone said that the door to room 112 would be unlocked, and as soon as we busted through the door, we could see her riding the shit out of the man who went by the name of Honey. Simone jerked her head around, and Honey lifted his head to look over her shoulder. His hands were gripped on her ass, and he'd had one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking the shit out of it. To my surprise, he was fine as fuck! I damn sure loved a nigga with locs flowing down to his shoulders.

Simone touched Honey's chest that was already heaving in and out. He didn't dare open his mouth, especially not with two Glock 9s aiming directly at his head.

“Damn, baby,” Simone said, raising herself off his dick. “I was just gettin' ready to get mine. It looks like that ain't gon' happen.”

She slithered her naked body against his until she was down by his dick. He took a deep breath when she sucked it into her mouth and she moaned while doing it.

“Wha . . . what's goin' on?” he asked without stopping her.

His question was directed to me and Karrine, as we ransacked the room, searching for credit cards and money. He had three credit cards in his wallet and a debit card from Bank of America. I walked up to the bed and placed the gun on his temple.

“PIN to your debit card,” I said.

“Mmmmmm,” Simone moaned while still sucking his stick. She deep throated him, causing his body to jerk.

“Five. Nine. One. Seven,” he said. “Now why—”

“No questions. I promise that we won't hurt you, especially not if you cooperate.”

Karrine wrote down the number and listened for the PINs for the rest of his cards.

“Credit card limits on each card, startin' with the Visa.”

He didn't respond, so Simone stepped it up. She kept a smile on her face while inserting his dick back into her. As she started to grind on him, he spoke up.

“A . . . about seven thousand on the Visa and a combination of fifty thousand on the other two.”

Karrine took notes again. Simone, however, was about to hit a homerun.

“Shit this dick is good!” she shouted. “I wish you would work with me on this because my pussy is tinglin' so bad! All it needs is a little more movement inside of it.”

Mr. Honey was so upset that he wouldn't even be a sport and participate in the festivities. He sat still with a mean mug on his face that left not one of us nervous.

“I have your driver's license,” I said, waving it in his face. “I have your wife's social security number and I know where she works. I also know where you live, so don't try nothin' stupid.”

There was a business card in his wallet with that info, so I figured since they had the same last name, the woman was his wife. I also had a picture of her skinny ass and all I could do was frown.

“This is really an ugly bitch,” I said, looking down at the pictures. “As fine as you are, can't yo' ass do better than this?”

Karrine came closer to look at the picture of the frail-looking woman with blond hair and green eyes. And when I showed it to Simone, she stopped riding him.

“You mean to tell me that I've been givin' you all this good pussy and yo' dick been in somethin' like that? Man, I'm done with this. I don't even want or need an orgasm.”

She lifted herself off of him, and it was so funny because the nigga's dick was still hard. He made a move to sit up on his elbows while still lying on the bed. Karrine positioned her gun at him and told him to be still.

Simone wiped her wet pussy with the sheet then tossed it back on the bed. She hurried to put her shirt and skirt back on then stepped into her shoes.

“We're almost done here, but here's the deal: if you call the police, people may have to start dyin' and you may not like that. If you call your credit card companies, people may have to start dyin' and you may not like that. Your kids and wife will start to learn shit about you that they didn't know, but if you keep yo' mouth shut, all of this goes away. You'll be embarrassed behind this, but you'll eventually get over it. All I can say is don't make the mistake of lettin' this happen again, and the next time a chick says she don't want to hook up with you, just let her be.”

Honey hadn't moved, but he looked to understand and to be cooperative. We headed for the door and his words stopped us in our tracks.

“You know y'all gon' pay for this shit, right?” he said.

We all looked at each other and rolled our eyes in different directions. Karrine lifted her gun and without hesitating she pulled the trigger. The bullet whistled through the air and went into the wall behind him where the bathroom was on the other side. Glass shattered, and all Honey did was duck and hold his trembling hands close to his head.

“No, nigga, you gon' pay,” I said. “Not us.”