Working Girls (9 page)

Sassy had been looking forward to this day, but she had never expected for it to turn out the way it was just presented to her when she was picked up. When she cut her lunch date short with Jewels, she had been under the impression that it was for a quickie with her young street stallion and a couple of dollars. She had been working on him for months now, getting all she could get while the getting was still good. She had thought that once they hooked up from the restaurant, they would hit up a mall or two, they'd grab a bite to eat, and then they'd have great sex for a nice piece of change, which would end with her pockets being fatter.

She was surprised when she found out he had other plans. Surprised that he asked her to spend the weekend with him. She had never stayed longer than half the evening. He blamed it on living with his brother. But he had told her his brother no longer lived there. And now she was charged up and ready for action. Tonight she had every intent on coming up with a shitload of money, and she would be receiving the fuck of her life, as she always did whenever she linked up with her young stallion. He always showed her a time to remember whenever she was with him.

The main object, hands down, was money with Sassy, but she was in dire need of having her pipes cleaned, let her tell it. The thought of them both caused her pussy to twitch. It was a no-brainer which one made her pussy throb the hardest, though. Niggas always were screaming it was money over bitches, and Sassy was not one to object, because she lived by the rule of money over niggas.

The red Christian Dior dress fit like a glove, accentuated her round ass, and showed just enough cleavage to make any man or woman want more. Sassy sat on the chaise lounge in her bedroom, lotioning her legs before slipping her feet into the stiletto heels she had recently purchased. Sassy then walked into the bathroom and looked at herself one last time before applying gloss to her lips. Her young stallion was sitting in an SUV, waiting for her outside her place, as she threw some things in her Gucci bag and changed into her evening wear.

Once downstairs she was greeted by a guy with a linebacker build and a Rick Ross–shaped beard. He wore a black suit and tie. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that he had been to prison. Aside from the obvious bulging muscles, probably built in jail, the tattoos on the side of his face were a dead giveaway for Sassy. She liked how her young boy was a boss.
Too bad it's all about the Benjamins,
she thought, believing that if things were different, things between them could be too.

The reality of it was that Sassy was a whore, and he was a dope-boy trick that she happened to like. Still she liked how he set the red carpet out for her whenever he wanted to see her. The driver smiled and nodded as he opened the car door for her. She climbed into the backseat of the pearl-white SUV. She was greeted by her young stallion, who looked good enough to eat. She was immediately intoxicated by his cologne. The two locked eyes as they embraced one another and kissed.

“Mmm . . . baby. I missed you,” Sassy cooed. It had been only an hour since he dropped her off to get ready.

“Oh, yeah?” Los flashed his million-dollar smile.

“Yes, Daddy,” she purred.

“How much?” he asked, flirting.

“I will show you later on tonight.” She winked.

He picked up the bottle of champagne that was sitting in the ice bucket and filled two flutes with bubbly. He passed the first glass to Sassy. “I was looking forward to seeing you tonight. You really have had me jonesin' fo' that pussy for the past few weeks, you know that?” he stated and asked all in the same breath.

Sassy cheesed and nodded like a bashful schoolgirl. She was in character.

“You missed this dick?” he asked, grabbing a fistful of his jeans. “Or this money?” He then patted the bulge in the front pocket of the jeans.

Sassy moved in closer. She put her hands between his legs and began stroking his semi-hardness through his jeans with her left hand and placed her right hand on his pocket.

“Both,” she cooed. She licked the outer part of his ear.

“Good answer,” he replied.

They continued to engage in small talk until they arrived at their destination, which was unknown to Sassy. All she did know was that it was going to be expensive. When the driver opened the door for them to exit the SUV, Sassy looked at the front of the restaurant and saw the sign and the huge glass window and began to smile. She had wanted to eat at this particular place for a few months but it was by reservation only and she had been unsuccessful at nabbing one.

“Oh, my goodness!” she said as she smiled.

“What, babe?” Los flashed her a smile.

“This is hot!” she exclaimed.

Sassy took hold of his hand as they walked toward the door. Once inside, they were immediately seated in an exclusive area to the left, which had only a few tables and chairs. It was almost as if the establishment had its own personal VIP area.

After the two were seated, the waitress, who resembled a walkway model, poured champagne and placed two menus on the table for the couple.

“Welcome back, Mr. Gross,” greeted the waitress, who was named Estella.

Sassy looked around and had to do a double take. She didn't know who the waitress was addressing. Her date didn't strike her as the type of man who frequented this establishment, but it was evident that he did.

“I will be serving you guys this evening,” Estella said, and then she began to run down the menu. “Tonight's chef's selections are our lobster and crab étouffée with jasmine rice and our grilled lobster stuffed with prawns and scallops and served with a wild rice pilaf and grilled asparagus,” Her tone was pleasant.

Los nodded for Sassy to order first as he continued to look at the menu.

She ordered the grilled lobster, one of the chef's selections, while Los went with a medium well-done porterhouse, asparagus, and a baked potato.

“Excellence choices.” The waitress smiled. She gathered the menus and then vanished into the back of the restaurant.

“So, baby, what is the occasion?” Sassy asked.

“I don't need one to show you that I fucks with you hard body,” he said with a wink.

“Truuue,” Sassy sang.
If he only knew,
thought Sassy.

The two dined on their meals as they conversed between laughs and flirts. They were on their third bottle of champagne, and both of them were feeling good. Sassy rubbed his inner thigh under the table. She could feel his dick stiffening from her touch. She flashed him a smile, then picked up her flute with her free hand and tossed the remainder of the champagne back. They finished up with dessert and then walked out of the establishment and over to where Los's car and driver awaited.

On the ride to his house, Los definitely had plans for Sassy. He had been enjoying the view as her ass jiggled in the dress. He was going to have so much fun removing it once they were inside his penthouse.

Once inside he immediately went to his room, where he retrieved two blunts from the safe he kept under his desk and lit them. He took a pull from the first one, and as the smoke filled his lungs, the intoxication was immediate. Before exiting the room, he made sure to leave the safe door cracked. Soon enough, he would be able to confirm his suspicions.

Sassy walked over to him, took the other blunt, and took a small pull before letting out a slight cough as they both made their way back to the living room.

“You ain't ready for this!” Los told her. “This that fire right here. You used to that mid from those corner boys you used to fucking with,” he added.

“What?” she asked and then rolled her eyes as she proceeded to hit the blunt again. The weed caused her to have that same cough again.

“See? I told you, shorty.” Los laughed.

“I'm not choking from the weed. I'm choking because of that bullshit you just said,” she muttered, correcting him. “I don't fuck with no corner boys. Unless you're one,” she said, challenging him. “I only fuck with bosses and do boss shit, because I'm a boss bitch,” she pointed out.

Sassy knew what he was insinuating but she wasn't going to let it ruin the evening, since as far as he knew from what she had told him, she dealt only with those about that dough. She walked over to his wet bar and poured two glasses of cognac and handed him one.

“Thanks, love.” Los took the drink and tossed it back.

“You're welcome, boo!”

“Don't call me boo.”

Sassy knew he hated the term
boo
, but since he wanted to start, she was gonna play along with him. “Aaaw, poor baby. What's wrong?” she asked in a baby voice as she removed her stiletto heels.

Los finished the remainder of the blunt and removed his shirt and tie. He walked up to Sassy and palmed her ass and tongued her down before she could refuse. The two went to town right there in the living room removing all their clothes and both kissing and sucking on all exposed body parts.

“Oh, baby,” Sassy cooed as his mouth found her caramel breasts. She straddled him and began to grab his hair, needing to hold on to something, but his Caesar cut was not complying.

He sucked her nipples steady and slow, awaiting the moment for them to get wet and stiff and also sensitive to the touch. He slowly dropped his hand to one nipple and thumbed it in a slow motion, which he could tell was driving her wild, as he felt her pelvis thrust. Sassy was so swollen, she felt she was going to burst any minute, because she was so turned on by his touch. She was anticipating his next move so much that she could hardly breathe. He touched her inner thigh sending chills up and down her spine. His tongue continued to explore her body as he made his way below her navel, and she arched her back, waiting for his next move. His mouth finally found its treasure and was relentless with giving pleasure.

Sassy was in a pure utopia as his tongue explored her clitoris and her love canal. Sassy could barely control herself as she felt her body arching more, and for the first time, she called out his street moniker, knowing at the exact minute that wasn't even his name. She did not care, though. She just did not want the feeling to stop. She begged as she cried out his name. He was devouring her pearl tongue, and she was loving every minute of it. Her sweet box craved his tongue as her body hungered for his touch. Sassy was seconds away from begging him to stop as he met her with his tongue. He played with her tongue as she grabbed his wand and milked the throbbing member with her perfectly manicured hands. The feeling was much too intense for both of them. He was too good, and she couldn't stop. He jerked and thrust as he gyrated and released himself into her hands. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he wanted to see how she would respond. She licked her fingers as she got up and walked to his bedroom.

Los got up and took the last swig of cognac in his glass and proceeded to pour another as he heard water running in the direction of his bedroom. He thought the two of them would shower together, only to be surprised when he walked over and saw Sassy standing in the bathroom doorway, soaking wet. He immediately made a beeline over to where she stood. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He guided his dick and entered her sweet box, managing to touch her walls and make her moan in delight. His member fit perfectly inside her warm, tight glove, and with each stroke she got wetter as he picked up the pace.

Yes, I'm definitely gonna get my money's worth and then some if this ho ain't genuine
! Los thought.

The two continued their love making for another two hours, before passing out from pure exhaustion.

Rome had been laying low at Jewels's condo for longer than he had expected. He wound up breaking Jewels off with another stack for the extended time he had to be there. The two coexisted under the same roof without exchanging any words other than a courteous good morning or hello. For the most part, he had stayed in the guest bedroom and out of Jewels's way, but she had seen him coming in and out of the shower a few times. She didn't know why, but her inner thighs got wet every time she caught a glimpse of his body, which was strange, because aside from his physical features and his boss demeanor, she was not attracted to him.

Still, for the past couple of nights, she had found Rome invading her dreams. At first, she had thought it was due to the shock of what had transpired back at the hotel, but the ending of the dream had convinced her that was not the case. It always started out about the murder of the trick, who would have possibly killed her had Rome not killed him first, but it always ended with her and Rome having sex . . . for free.

One early morning, around 4:00 a.m., Jewels had gotten up to get a bottle of water. Half asleep, she had climbed out of bed and had slipped into her slippers, with next to nothing on. She had had no idea she would run into Rome, who was tiptoeing to the guest room, dripping wet, after forgetting his towel. Jewels had tried not to look but couldn't help taking in an eyeful. She even found herself staring a little bit too long. It was Rome's snicker that snapped her out of it. She had been with many men, but none of them had been put together like Rome. Kareem was the only one who came close. What pissed her off was that she was sure that he paid her absolutely no attention at all. When their eyes met, he had a blank stare on his face, as if he was unfazed by her standing in front of him in her bra and boy shorts–cut panties. That was a first for her. She was used to getting all the attention. She felt some kind of way because he wasn't even looking in her direction.

After that encounter, she had purposely let herself be seen naked a few times by Rome. Each time, he had barely glanced her way. She had even worn her sexiest lingerie, which left very little to the imagination, and still he had paid her no attention. She was on the verge of asking him if he was gay. She had heard about a new trend called “homo thugs.” She had seen it on
Jerry Springer.

Homo thugs were these hard-core-looking-ass niggas with braids, gold teeth, and all that other gangster shit. They looked the part, but there was a catch to it. Underneath all of that gangster shit, they like what she liked—dick. She hoped that wasn't the case with him.
That would be a waste
, she thought to herself.

* * *

Rome had kind of enjoyed the past few days at the condo. He had felt relaxed and peaceful. He had called his man to see how the situation was looking after he pushed Mike-G's wig back. He wasn't concerned with the Arab anymore. Red had taken care of that. Red had let Rome know that the block was definitely hot right now for him. Rumors and speculation had already began to surface and float around in the streets. The homicide squad had been through the hood several times, asking questions. They had been to Rome's mother's house three times already. Rome wasn't really worried. He knew one of the local snitches probably had dropped his name for a quick fix after catching wind of just one rumor about what had happened to Mike-G. He had played the “cat and mouse” game a few times with the homicide detectives. Now that the Arab had been taken care of, it would only be a short time before he could show his face in the hood.

He was trying to stay focused but Jewels was making it difficult for him. She walked around him buck-ass naked. His dick jumped every time he caught a glimpse of her nakedness. But it stood erect when he caught her bending over the sink in her bathroom as he walked past. He couldn't help but stop and take in her beauty. Her skin was perfect and flawless. It looked creamy and silky. Her waist was so small that it almost didn't look like it belonged to her. Her thick thighs and hips flared outward. Rome noticed she had no cellulite, stretch marks, or wrinkles on her ass. Her stomach was flat and tight.

Now he leaned against the wall and watched as she applied makeup to her face. He could see her grape-sized nipples and the small patch of silky hairs over the top of her pussy from the reflection in the mirror. Rome was tempted to walk through the cracked door and roll up behind her but sided against it. The last thing he needed was for her to flip out and kick him out. He couldn't afford to take that chance. He still needed a few more days to get things situated in the streets before he could return to them. His eyes widened when he saw Jewels hike one leg up on a stool and begin shaving between her legs. It gave him a full view of her inner thighs.

“Fuck!” he cursed under his breath.

Damn, that pussy looks so soft and juicy
, he thought.
I'm not really into eating pussy, but he wouldn't mind sucking hers,
he told himself.

Even her little feet were pedicured and perfect. She had the type of look that made a man want to kiss and suck on every part of her body. He had her all wrong, he thought. Not only was she a bad bitch, but aside from her profession, he believed she was also good peoples. Being around her had allowed him to see that she wasn't stuck-up and high maintenance. She was funny, and a nigga could sit down and have a conversation with her. He also could tell she was smart.

He was used to dealing with straight hood rats and women with three or four kids by three or four different niggas. Chicks with stretch marks and baby fat all over their asses. It really didn't matter to Rome. He enjoyed the pleasures of a woman when the opportunity presented itself, but he had no real preference. But he knew Jewels was different than what he had had in the past. True, he knew she was an escort and, for the most part, made her money from the exchange of sex, but she didn't put him in the state of mind of a streetwalker or a whore.

He wondered how she had gotten into the lifestyle. She could have any man she wanted, he concluded, as he continued to watch Jewels shave. He envisioned himself propping her up on the bathroom counter and sexing her until she was exhausted. It had been a minute since he had sexed a female. Watching her made him horny. Rome didn't realize he had slipped into a daydream. The sound of the blow-dryer brought him back. When he focused in, he could have sworn that he saw Jewels looking back at him through the mirror. He quickly leaned back and faded into the background. “Shit.” He shook his head.

He hoped she hadn't seen him and thought he was on some creep shit. He backpedaled to the guest room, hoping she didn't come out and confront him. She didn't. He knew his stay was coming to an end, and he was tempted to double back and walk in on Jewels in the bathroom, but he wasn't no sucka or no trick and didn't want to come across as one. He was convinced she was not a kept woman. Anybody with a pair of eyes could see she made good money, because her condo was plush. Rome closed the bedroom door and fell onto the bed. He let out a gust of hot air.

I gotta get the fuck outta here
, he thought. He knew if he stayed any longer, he would find himself thinking about Jewels more than he should be. As he pulled out his phone, he could hear Jewels's footsteps approaching his door. He could tell she had stopped in front of the door by the shadow at the bottom of it. Rome waited before dialing his boy. Five seconds went by before she had finally walked off. Rome wondered what that was all about. He shrugged and continued with placing his call.

* * *

Jewels hadn't been able to help bursting into a light chuckle when she watched Rome scurry away from the cracked bathroom door. What he couldn't have known was that she had left the door open, hoping he would notice her. It had taken all her willpower and strength not to laugh while she teased him as he watched. It had not been her intent to let on that she saw him through the mirror, but she could tell he'd seen her peering at him for a brief second. As she had made her way to her bedroom, she'd stopped at the guest bedroom Rome was occupying. Her body told her to enter the room and let him put out the fire she possessed between her legs. It wasn't often she got turned on by a man, but lately, Rome had managed to do just that without doing anything in particular. Jewels stood in front of the door, contemplating. Her mind won the battle and convinced her not to grab the door handle. She inhaled and grimaced, then made her way back to her bedroom. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked herself out loud.

She knew this was not like her. When it came to sex, it was always business and never about pleasure or personal matters. She had always taken care of herself when it came to that. Besides that, Rome was not the type of guy she had ever gone for. But there was just something about him she couldn't shake. Jewels entered her bedroom and went straight for her top drawer. She slid her assorted panties and thongs to the side and retrieved the seven-inch dildo they hid. She removed the towel she was wrapped up in and slid up on her bed. She spread her legs wide and inserted the tip of the dildo inside of her. She closed her eyes, tossed her head back, and bit down on her bottom lip. An image of Rome appeared in her head as she took all seven inches inside of her, causing her beautifully manicured toenails to curl.