CHAPTER ONE

Cozac opens his cellular phone and calls his rap artist Dro. The line rings several times before being answered.

“Yo, what up Dro? That’s cool. I want you to meet me at the Studio at two o’clock instead of three. I have some business I need to handle so I’ll holler at you then. Aight, holla back.” Cozac closes the phone and walks into his luxurious living room, staring out the huge window. He glances at his diamond face grand master watch with the rose gold band.

“Damn, what’s taking this bitch so long,” he muttered impatiently. A blue taxi cab pulls up into his driveway behind his candy apple Jolly Rancher green convertible Jaguar XJS with peanut butter interior. The cab driver honks the horn a couple times and a beautiful woman steps out of the cab wearing a two piece Baby Phat blue jean suit, standing five foot three with a Halle Berry style haircut. Cozac stands in the doorway watching her size seven-eight hourglass frame with admiration. They greet each other with a delighted smile and a warm, passionate hug. Cozac closes the door.

“I been waitin’ for you Rhonda,” Cozac said, smacking Rhonda on her firm, voluptuous butt. Rhonda leads the way up the spiral staircase heading to Cozac’s bedroom. As Cozac climbs up the steps behind Rhonda he mischievously fondles her butt.

“Damn, Rhonda, you wearin’ the shit out of those jeans,” Cozac said, his eyes burning with lust. She giggles at his remark.

“Boy, you so crazy,” she said cheerfully. They walk into the bedroom undressing hurriedly as if they are in a race. They climb on top of the queen size bed wildly kissing each other, burning with intense heat. Cozac puts his hand between her legs, feeling the warm moisture flowing from her vagina.

Misha pulls up to her job in her 2003 Chevy Impala, realizing that she forgot her employee identification card that gives her access into the facility.

“Shit, I’m going to be late for work. I got to hurry back to the house and get my identification card. I knew I was forgetting about something before I left the house,” she mumbled aloud, maneuvering the car and making her way back home. She feels her baby moving rapidly inside her stomach. While driving she talks to her unborn child.

“I know you’re hungry, momma going to get you something to eat baby.” She rubs her belly, enjoying the experience of her first pregnancy. Misha is deeply in love with her husband. He spoils her and buys her anything she wants. She turns on 107.9, listening to the sounds of the latest R&B music. She rides through Milwaukee, Wisconsin bobbing her head to the tunes. She pulls into her driveway behind her husband’s car. She turns the engine off, climbing out of the car with a slight struggle because of her six month pregnancy. She approaches the front door while removing her keys from her purse. She unlocks the door, walking into the house. Upon entering the house she hears the sound of something knocking against the floor. Misha’s curiosity causes her to quietly ease up the spiral staircase towards her bedroom. She hears a woman moaning with sexual gratification as she makes her way to the second floor approaching her bedroom. Caught up in the throes of passion, Cozac and Rhonda do not notice Misha standing in the doorway. She stares in shock as she watches her husband penetrate deeply in and out of a woman who has her ankles wrapped behind her own neck while holding her thighs. As much as the sight disgusts her, she cannot seem to open her mouth or move her feet. With her heart in anguish she is forced to watch as her husband makes love to another woman.

“Is it good to you baby?” Cozac inquired.

“Yeah daddy, yeah, give me that big ass dick. Hit this pussy baby. I want you to cum for me. Ooh yeah, there you go.”

Snapping out of her trance at hearing the woman’s voice, she reaches into her purse and retrieves a small .25 caliber pistol that Cozac gave her to carry for protection.

“Damn Rhonda this pussy good as a mutha fucka. Come here baby, I’m ‘bout to cum. Put this dick in yo mouth. Swallow this for daddy.” Cozac pulls his dick out of her pussy and places it in Rhonda’s mouth. In the middle of him ejaculating he hears the cocking sound of a round being put into the chamber of a handgun.

“You dirty mutha fucker,” Misha said angrily, aiming the gun at the two adulterous lovers who have betrayed her. The sound of her voice startles them in the moment of ecstasy. With his face contorted in pleasure, Cozac spins around nervously at the sound of his wife’s voice, causing him to pull out of Rhonda’s mouth, spilling the last of his semen on Rhonda’s breast. Falling back beside Rhonda he tries to explain.

“Baby.” Misha stops Cozac in mid sentence.

“Baby my mutha fucking ass. You in our bed fucking my best friend. I ought to kill both of you no good mutha fuckers.” Tears stream uncontrollably down her cheeks as her heart knots up in excruciating pain.

“Rhonda, I’m sorry. You was always telling me how good Cozac was to you and he just come on to me while I was weak. I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” Rhonda explained in her defense.

“Bitch shut up, you just as much wrong as this nasty dick nigga here,” Misha exclaimed near hysterics. Misha walks further into the room. Rhonda grabs at the sheets to cover herself.

“Hold on baby, hold on. I fucked up, but it ain’t like that, she was just a piece of ass baby. With you being pregnant you ain’t wantin’ to get down. She came at me. She been trying to throw the pussy at me for the longest, but I wouldn’t get down with her. Come on baby, you know I love you. Please put the gun down and let’s work things out,” Cozac exclaimed.

“Fuck that, you’re my mutha fucking husband. That bitch didn’t make any vows to me,” Misha scolded, still aiming the handgun at them.

“I promise you this won’t ever happen again baby. I just made a mistake. Baby I promise you I’m sorry,” Cozac pleaded. With a look of pure hatred in her eyes she said, “You’re a sorry excuse for a husband, and you’re right, I don’t have to ever worry about going through this shit ever again.” She cried. Sensing that he is not getting through to her, Cozac decides to switch tactics.

“Misha, look, I’m not playin’ with yo mutha fuckin ass no more. Now I’m telling you to stop pointin’ that gun at me,” he demanded. He jumps off the bed and lunges towards Misha. In fear and anger she pulls the trigger, shooting him in the groin. Rhonda screamed hysterically. Cozac fell back onto the bed grimacing and groaning in pain, holding onto his genitals. He sat up and she fired another round directly to his forehead. Rhonda flinches as Cozac’s blood and brain matter fly in her face. She looks down into Cozac’s lifeless eyes.

“Bitch, you got ten seconds to get the fuck out of my house before I kill you,” Misha said, staring at Rhonda with ferocity in the depths of her eyes. Rhonda hurriedly gathers her belongings. She runs out of the bedroom and down the stairs screaming, making her exit from the house naked, holding her clothes against her chest. Misha sat on the floor crying with the gun in her lap, wondering if life is worth living. Her baby kicks, reminding her that there is life growing inside of her womb, giving her an incentive to carry on. In the distance she hears the approach of sirens.

“We are going to be okay baby. Mama got you,” she whispered to her unborn child.

Dro is at Cozac’s recording studio, Rock The Mic Records, waiting for Cozac to arrive so they can finish recording his album. Cozac has invested thousands of dollars into Dro’s project. “Dro” Gardner is a local up and coming artist out of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Dro sits in the studio sporting his crispy Iverson braids, smoking on a blunt of marijuana. He grips his pad of paper, rehearsing one of the latest raps he wrote. Cozac’s in-house producer Bounce sits in front of the 19 inch Apple flat screen monitor rolling the mouse around operating the pro tools as he prepares himself to record Dro’s latest hit song, “Take It To The Head.” Dro served a couple of years as a juvenile for carjacking and reckless use of a firearm at Glen Mills Schools in Concordville, Pennsylvania. Dro dropped out of school after the 11th grade so he could raise his little sister Alexus. Dro’s mother neglected him and his little sister as she chased her heroin addiction. Ever since they were taken by social services, their alcoholic father obtained full custody of them. Since the age of six, Dro dreamed of being a major rap artist. His favorite rap artists are Tupac, Nas, Scarface, and Jay Z.

“What’s takin’ Cozac so long to get here. He told me he would be here at two o’clock; it’s goin’ on three thirty,” Dro stated with frustration. He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. He dials Cozac’s cell phone number. The phone rings continuously, connecting to Cozac’s voice mail.

“Hello, you reached C.E.O. Cozac of Rock The Mic Records, I’m not available at this time so can you please leave a detailed message.” Dro hears a beep and leaves a message.

“Yo, Cozac, I’m at the studio, what’s up? Me and Bounce down here waitin’ on you. Give me a call and let me know something. Aight, holla back.” Dro presses number five, making the call urgent. He hangs up the phone and places it back into his pocket.

“Yo, Bounce, play that beat back for me one time,” Dro requested. Bounce plays the beat back and Dro bobs his head to the beat in good spirits, knowing that he is close to being finished with his project. Every time Dro is gone off that green marijuana he writes his best lyrics.

“Take it to the head, smoke somethin’, smoke somethin’ with me. Take it to the head, smoke somethin’, smoke somethin’ with me. Smokin’ on that green leaf got a nigga slowed, make me forget this world that’s so cold. Pound for pound of that good dro got my eyes red, sittin’ on cloud nine as I take it to the head.” Dro delivers his lyrics as he sits on the couch making gestures with his hand, holding his pad of paper. Bounce rocks his head to the bass line as Dro entertains him.

“Bounce, you laced the shit out that beat baby, wait until Cozac hear this shit,” Dro excitedly stated after finishing his short rehearsal. Hours pass by quickly as Dro and Bounce impatiently wait for Cozac.

“I hate to say this Dro, but I got to get out of here. I have things to do on the side,” Bounce admitted.

“That’s cool. I can’t knock yo hustle dawg. I know a nigga got to put bread on the table, I got to do the same thang. This ain’t like Cozac when it comes to takin’ care of business.”

“I know he’s usually on time, somethin’ got to be wrong,” Bounce added. They head out of the studio after shutting everything down. Standing outside of the studio they dap fist.

“I’ll holla at you tomorrow Bounce.”

“Aight.” Bounce jumps into his Ford Explorer sports utility vehicle and pulls off. Dro hops into his 1985 eggshell white based Chevy Caprice. He pulls his black .357 revolver from his waistband and places it on his lap for easy access. Living in the hood has taught him to be on point at all times. He has a lot of enemies in the streets because of his reckless lifestyle. His cell phone vibrates. He answers the phone hoping that it’s Cozac returning his call.

“Who dis?” Holding the phone to his ear, instantly his face contorts.

“You bullshittin’.” He continues to listen to the caller. “Man that’s fucked up. It seems like every time I try and make it happen somethin’ go wrong. We was on the verge of finishin’ my CD. I can’t afford to pay Bounce and promote my CD. I don’t have that kind of money. Cozac let that jealous bitch of his take him out the game. Man, that’s some bullshit. These hoes is crazy. Look man, we got to sit down and talk. We got to come up with somethin’. I’m too close to finishin’ my CD. I can’t let this all go down the drain. I tell you what, just meet me by the house. Aight, cool.” Dro, frustrated, hangs up the phone.

Dro pulls up to his residence on 35th and Capitol Drive. He tucks his handgun back into his waistline and jumps out of the car. The neighborhood is buzzing with activity as usual. The traffic is flowing as dope boys, crack heads, and civilians mingle making their daily runs. He throws his fist up to the corner hustlers in front of the store. He enters the building to the sound of loud rap music.

“That sound like that nigga Soul new shit. Fuck, why you have to die on me. We was this close to making this shit pop,” he mumbled to himself while putting his key into the door of the two bedroom apartment he shares with his 22 year old baby’s mother Tonya “Tee-Tee” Sanders, his 7 year old son Andre Gardner, his 17 year old sister Alexus, and his alcoholic father Pops Gardner. He unlocks the door and crosses the threshold into the apartment.

“Lamont, you big dummy.” The 27 inch T.V. sitting on the white entertainment center plays an old episode of Sanford and Son.

“Ha ha ha, Redd, you a fool.” Pops spoke to the deceased comedian in his raspy, drunken slur.

“Pops, what up?” Dro asked his father.

“Ain’t nothin’ son,” he replied.

“Where everybody at?”

“I’m in here bay,” Tonya yelled from around the corner in the kitchen. Dro drops his keys on the glass and brass table next to the decor and heads for the kitchen.

“Dro.” Pops stops him in mid stride, sitting up in the couch bed from where he lays.

“What’s happening old man?”

“Here, take this and grab me that fresh fif’ of wild Irish out the freezer.”

“I don’t know what it’s goin’ take for you to leave this rot gut alone.”

“Rot gut, boy, that’s fine Irish wine.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Dro said, grabbing the empty bottle. He walks into the kitchen and tosses the bottle into the garbage can. He walks up behind Tonya who is standing at the stove cooking. He wraps his arms around her small waist and kisses her on the neck while grinding into her butt.

“Boy stop, you see me tryin’ to cook,” she said, pushing her nice round butt into his groin. She turns her head to give him a peck on the lips. He leans over her shoulder and looks into the pan.

“Damn, them steaks smell good. What you makin’ with those?”

“Some steak fries and salad.”

“Where Lil Dro?”

“You know where he at. He in there playin’ that damn game.”

“I’m a go back there and holla at him.” He reaches into the freezer and grabs the fresh bottle of wine out for his father. Walking through the living room he hands the wine to him. “Here Pops.”

“Thank you son.” Dro walks down the short hallway to the bedroom his son and sister share.

“What up lil man?” he asked, walking into the bedroom.

“Chillin’ O.G. Just playin’ the game,” Lil Dro responded, putting the game on pause to look up at his father from the edge of his bed.

“While you in here playin’ this X Box I know yo homework done.”

“Yeah, ma already checked it.”

“What you playin’, Madden? Start it over. We can play a quick game while your mama finish cookin’.” Alexus walks into the apartment carrying her bookbag. She is a Junior at Glenville High School who has managed to maintain a 3.5 grade point average even with her dysfunctional family and ghetto environment. She walks up to her father and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey daddy.”

“Hey pumpkin, how was your day?”

“It was cool. Same old, same old.”

“Hey girl, you just in time to eat. Watch that last steak for me. I gotta pee,” Tonya said, walking out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“Okay,” Alexus agreed, sitting her bookbag down and heading into the kitchen.

“Y’all come on out of there. Dinner almost ready,” Tonya said to Dro and Lil Dro while walking past the bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Awright, we almost done,” Dro answered. They finish the game with Lil Dro’s Indianapolis Colts beating Dro’s Milwaukee Browns 27-20.

“I told you, you can’t see me daddy.”

“I only let you do that ‘cause you my son.”

“Uh huh.”

“A’ight, you won fair and square. C’mon, let’s eat,” Dro said, grabbing his son in a head lock. They walk behind Tonya heading towards the dining room.

“I know y’all about to go back there and wash y’all hands,” she said, turning around glaring at them.

“Yeah, come on O.G,” Lil Dro said, grabbing his father by the hand. Dro leans down and whispers in his son’s ear, “Dang yo mama mean.” They share a conspiratorial laugh.

“I heard that,” Tonya yelled, walking off to set the table. After washing their hands the father and son join the rest of the family at the dining room table to a meal prepared with love. After finishing their meal Dro asks his sister, “So what yo lil fast butt got up for this weekend?”

“Fast? Boy I ain’t hardly fast. How many seventeen year old virgins you know?”

“Dro leave that girl alone,” Tonya added, clearing the table.

“What you mean leave...” Dro is cut off in mid sentence by his cell phone ringing. He answers the phone.

“Yo, what up?... Aight cool... I’ll be down in a minute.” He hangs up the phone.

“Baby where the case of apple Royal Blunts?” he asked Tonya.

“In the cabinet above the refrigerator. Leave me some weed in the tray up there,” she responded. Dro grabs three blunts and leaves a small quantity of hydro for Tonya.

“I’ll be back later,” he said, kissing Tonya on the lips. He gives his son some dap, then is standing beside Alexus helping her wash the dishes.

“Be cool Lil Dro,” he said.

“Be cool O.G.” Lil Dro responded.

“A’ight baby sis,” he said, mugging her in the back of the head.

“Gone, you play too much,” she responded, flicking suds at his retreating back. He walks through the living room and sees his father passed out on the couch bed. He grabs his keys off the table and heads out the door. Dro jumps into the backseat of Tywan’s white on white ‘96 Impala SS with grey interior on 20 inch gold daytons.

“Nigga where the fuck you get these shoes from?” Dro yelled after seeing the new rims on the car.

“Did the same to a bitch ass nigga. Caught him slippin’ in the drive thru,” Tywan replied, pounding fist with Corey. Tywan and Corey are Dro’s best friends. They go back to kindergarten at Iowa Maple Elementary. Corey cuts the music down pressing the volume control on the Panasonic face plate.

“So what you need to holla at us ‘bout?” Corey asked, turning around to face Dro.

“Man listen, I feel fucked up that Cozac dead. That was my man, but I can’t let that stop me from gettin’ this album done. We all know my money funny. It’s been a minute since we hit a good lick.”

“You ain’t bullshittin’,” Tywan added.

“Look, we need a major pay day. I’m this close to blowin’. I feel it. Y’all already know what it is. If I blow we all blow. Who can we hit that’s holdin’ some heavy bread?” Dro continued.

“What about that nigga Ranks from off ninety ninth?” Tywan suggested.

“Naw, I’m talkin’ a six figure ass nigga,” Dro said, shooting the idea down. Corey sits in the passenger seat contemplating.

“Here roll up Tywan,” Dro said, tossing the three blunts and half ounce of hydro in Tywan’s lap.

“Aight, I been thinkin’ about this shit for a while. Y’all know my cousin Lorenzo, right?” Corey asked.

“Nigga you know we know yo mutha fuckin cousin,” Tywan said, licking the flap of the first blunt.

“Nigga, do you eva shut the fuck up? Anyway, I’m gettin’ that major paper, but he want to keep me gettin’ crumbs. Fuck that clown. He been actin’ real shady. I say we get his bitch ass.”

“You fo sho ‘bout that?” Dro inquired.

“Hell yeah. It’s the perfect time right now. That nigga off stuntin’ in Florida somewhere. He left Block lil dumb ass handlin’ shit while he gone,” Corey confirmed.

“We goin’ get six figures for sho fuckin with that nigga. He holdin’ M’s,” Tywan said, blowing out smoke from the blunt. He passes the blunt to Corey, who inhales deeply.

“I know where one of his safe houses at out in Beechwood,” Corey further explained, exhaling.

“How many people?” Dro inquired.

“Should be empty. Run in, get the cash and dip,” Corey responded. Tywan finishes rolling up the other two blunts and passes them across the seat to Dro, who passes him the one already in rotation.

“Spin a few blocks Tywan. Let’s plan this shit out,” Dro instructed. Tywan starts the car and pulls off into the neighborhood.

Lorenzo and Soul pull up to the Big Toys exotic car lot in Miami, Florida. Seated in the back of the silver Rolls Royce Phantom, Lorenzo glances at his gold faced diamond trimmed Versace watch.

“We made it right on time playboy. That flight wasn’t too bad,” Lorenzo stated.

“Yeah, this was perfect timin’. We can go fuck with some hoes after this,” Soul added. Lorenzo steps out of the car. His six foot six, three hundred and thirteen pound bulky frame is adorned in a sky blue and white velour Enyce jogging suit. The sun beams on his cleanly shaven bald head. He is sporting two diamond studded platinum earrings, one in each earlobe. His freshly lined shadowed beard accentuates his caramel brown complexion. Soul walks beside him, standing five foot ten, one hundred and ninety five pounds solid. He has on a black and red Jordan jogging suit and a pair of black and red retro number four Air Jordans. His long custom made platinum necklace dangles from around his neck with a spinning diamond mic medallion attached to the end of it that spells out the name Rock The Mic Records. He scrolls through his email on his cell phone. Big Toys exotic car lot is owned by their Miami connect Carlos. Numerous exotic vehicles are on display. Lorenzo studies all of the luxurious cars and a silver SLR Mclaren Mercedes Benz with lamborghini doors captivates his attention. He rubs his fingers along the hood of the car.

“Damn, this mutha fucka tough right here, I gotta cop me one of these shits.”

“What’s the ticket on one of those?” Soul asked.

“I don’t know, but I gotta have this mutha fucka,” Lorenzo said surely.

“If you flip one of those you goin’ shit on the city.” They walk into the front entrance of the car lot. Upon making their entry, a dark complexioned Cuban greets them with a friendly smile welcoming the two men.

“What’s up papi?” He extends his hand giving them both a firm handshake. The men are very familiar with each other from their three year business relationship.

“It’s good to see you, Carlos. It’s been a minute,” Lorenzo said. Carlos is a major cocaine distributor and entrepreneur out of Miami. He sells nothing less than 50 kilograms of cocaine. His legitimate business Big Toys consists of a connecting exotic car lot, exclusive jewelry store, and a boat yard that carries speedboats, yachts, and jet skis.

“Come on let’s go step in my office,” Carlos suggested. Lorenzo and Soul follow behind Carlos. As they pass the receptionist desk, Soul notices the beautiful Dominican woman sitting behind the desk answering the phones. As she takes a call she makes eye contact with him and gives him a flirtatious smile.

“A dawg you see that,” Soul said, tapping Lorenzo on the shoulder.

“What?” Lorenzo inquired.

“Ole girl at the receptionist desk with the white dude standing by her was reckless eyeballing a nigga.” Lorenzo looks over his shoulder and scans the showroom floor seeing the many employees and customers milling about.

“Yeah, she is bad.”

“I’mma get at ma.” They make their way to the rear of the building, stepping into Carlos’s exquisitely furnished office.

“Would you guys like a drink?” Carlos asked, approaching the mini bar.

“Yeah, why not,” Lorenzo answered, sitting in the Italian leather chair facing Carlos’s mahogany desk. Soul sits next to him in an adjacent chair.

“What would you like?”

“Let me get a double shot of Hennessy,” Soul replied.

“I’ll take the same thang.” He pours his guests their drinks and hands them to the men. He walks around his desk and has a seat.

“So how much you want for that Mclaren that’s sittin’ out there on the lot? I gotta have me one of those,” Lorenzo asked.

“So you like that Mclaren huh? That is a beautiful piece of art. I tell you what, after we handle our business I’ll let you use it for the weekend, and if you still like it we’ll discuss price later.”

“That’s good lookin’ Carlos, I really appreciate that.”

“So will you be purchasing your usual?”

“Naw, I don’t think I’ll be gettin’ my usual. I wanna double up so I can bubble up papi.” The men share a laugh at Lorenzo’s witticism.

“I’ll make the proper arrangements,” Carlos stated.

“Take yo time, Carlos. We not in a rush. We got a lot of kickin’ it to do,” Soul said with enthusiasm. Carlos opens his desk drawer and pulls out the keys to the SLR Mclaren Mercedes Benz.

“Here, catch these.” He tosses the keys and Lorenzo makes a perfect catch.

“Yeah this what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. I’m ready to roll.” Lorenzo reveals a grin that extends from ear to ear.

“Well, let’s do this then,” Soul added.

Lorenzo and Soul pull up in front of Stallions gentlemen club. A parking attendant notices the extravagant vehicle and makes his approach. The doors to the Mclaren Mercedes Benz pop in the air exposing the cherry red leather interior. The automobile captures the attention of the employees and the many customers mingling outside because of its extraordinary look. The parking attendant hands them a ticket before pulling off to park the car. The two men stride towards the main entrance of the strip club. Two bouncers positioned at the door scan the two men with a portable metal detector upon making their entry. Soul is dressed in a pink and white polo shirt, pink and white Milwaukee Browns fitted cap, a pair of white khaki polo shorts, and a pair of white and pink retro number ten Jordans. His platinum jewelry glistens as the fluorescent lights shine on him. Lorenzo walks right beside him wearing a purple two piece silk Versace short set, a purple alligator skin visor, and a pair of purple alligator skin sandals that coordinates with his attire. They scrutinize the scenery observing a cluster of beautiful exotic female dancers. As they make their way to the bar the bartender awaits their approach. The music reverberates throughout the club, shaking the floor. Lorenzo leans over the bar.

“Bartender, let me get two triple shots of Hennessy straight up on the rocks,” Lorenzo requested.

“Coming right up,” said the bartender. They sit patiently waiting for the bartender to return with their drinks. As they sit at the bar a well dressed gentleman approaches them asking, “Would you two gentlemen be interested in our VIP section?”

“Let’s do dis,” Lorenzo replied smoothly. The bartender returns with the drinks.

“That’ll be forty dollars.” Lorenzo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of crispy hundred dollar bills. While attempting to pay for his drinks the well dressed manager puts his hand up signaling the bartender, “Never mind Ricardo, this one’s on the house.” A beautiful unblemished coffee complexion exotic dancer stares at the wad of money as Lorenzo places it back into his pocket.

“Let me escort you men to the VIP section,” the manager suggested, leading them to the VIP section. The dancer focuses on them with a look of greed burning in the depths of her eyes.

“Man it’s goin’ down in here,” Soul proclaimed.

“Like the twin towers,” Lorenzo retorted. They are seated at a private booth equipped with a wide screen monitor that displays the numerous performances that are occurring inside the club. They place their drinks on the table in front of them. The booth is situated with a box of Zino platinum cigars.

“You guys have a good time. If you need anything, feel free to ask. Just press that button right there and somebody will be here to assist you. By the way, my name is Santana, and I run this place. Enjoy the festivities.”

“Good looking out, Santana, we appreciate it,” Lorenzo said kindly. Santana walks away vanishing into the crowd to attend to other duties. Soul opens the box of cigars and grabs a cigar. He lights the cigar and inhales. He instantly starts coughing. Lorenzo bursts out in laughter and says, “That’s what yo dumb ass get. You know you don’t smoke cigars.” Soul places the cigar in the ash tray while choking on the cigar smoke.

“Man... Fuck... You, I don’t see why niggas smoke this shit anyway!” he replied.

“Man we gotta take us some freaks back to the telly tonight,” Lorenzo stated.

“I’m wit’ get playboy, that sound good to me. I’m ‘bout to get twisted.” In the middle of them conversing the dancer that was eyeing Lorenzo’s money eases behind them tapping them on their shoulders garnering their attention.

“How did y’all like my show?” she inquired.

“Baby I ain’t seen no show yet, but it would be nice to see one,” Soul replied. Soul reaches into his pocket pulling out a small roll of five dollar bills. He tucks a five dollar bill into her G-string, she smiles flirtatiously as she teases the two men by shaking her firm apple bottom ass. Lorenzo smacks her round ass.

“Damn baby, that ass bigger than Ki Toy’s. How much it’s gonna cost for a nigga to hit that tonight? I know you got a couple of friends to bring along,” Lorenzo coerced.

“Baby we might be a little too expensive for y’all,” she replied.

“Baby money ain’t a thang,” Soul said with confidence. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a fist full of large denominations. Greed flashes across her face once again at the sight of big money. She leans over Soul and presses her firm naked breast into his face.

“Damn baby, you ain’t lyin’. I see money ain’t a thang.” She said with seduction in her eyes and voice, “Look, I get off at three. Meet me in the front. So what they call you around here shortie?” Soul asked. She turns around with her back facing him, exposing a tattoo on her ass that reads Juicy.

“You can call me Juicy,” she replied.

“Well Juicy, why don’t you head out to the floor, and grab the three finest girls in the club next to you and y’all come on back here and get this money,” Lorenzo suggested, flashing his large wad of bills.

“Yeah, I can do that. I’ll go grab a few of my girls. We’ll show y’all out of town boys a good time now, and a great time later on,” Juicy replied sexily. As she strolls towards the exit to the VIP room, Lorenzo and Soul watch her ass wiggle with every step in her stiletto heels.

“We goin’ have some fun with her thick ass tonight,” Soul stated lustfully. As Juicy steps back out onto the main floor she is approached by Santana.

“So what’s up with those two guys who pulled up in the McLaren?” he inquired.

“They got some paper they tryin’ to spend with the girls. They asked me to bring a few girls back to their section.”

“You do that. As long as they’re tipping, you girls are stripping. Understand?”

“Yeah, I got you.”

“Good.” As Santana walks away Juicy whispers, “Dickhead.” Lorenzo and Soul relax in the VIP awaiting Juicy’s return. A pretty petite young Hispanic waitress approaches them, “Is there anything I can get for you gentlemen?” she asked in her heavy Cuban accent.

“Yeah, let us get four bottles of Cristal, and let me get five hundred in singles too,” Soul added.

“Right away, sir,” she stated walking off to fill their order, as two beautiful light skin women enter the VIP area.

“Damn, look at them hoes. Looking like two twin Lisa Raye’s,” Soul said enthusiastically. The two women approach Lorenzo and Soul.

“How you playas doin’? I’m Erotic, and this here is my twin sister Exotic. Juicy sent us back here to entertain two bosses such as yourselves,” Erotic stated, stroking their egos.

“How y’all doing?” a voice asked, catching the attention of the foursome.

“I’m Hypnotic and this my girl Hennesy. Would you fellas like some dances?” Hypnotic continued.

“Hold the fuck up, y’all goin’ just stroll y’all hot asses over here like y’all don’t see us?” Exotic said angrily.

“Chill out baby girl. I got this. We appreciate the offer ma, but we good,” Lorenzo informed Hypnotic, letting her down easy.

“Well, just call for us if y’all change y’all minds,” Hennesy stated. The four women look at each other venomously with clearly apparent bad blood between them. Hypnotic and Hennesy walk off rolling their eyes at the twins.

“Anyways, like I was saying, what can we do to entertain y’all?” Erotic asked, biting on her peach flavored bottom lip.

“Why don’t y’all have a seat and we can discuss that,” Lorenzo suggested. The waitress returns to the table carrying a tray with four ice buckets with chilled bottles of Cristal, two stacks of five hundred dollars in singles, and two Champagne flutes.

“Here are your orders,” she said, placing the items on the table.

“We need like three mo’ glasses,” Soul said, reaching into his pocket to pay for the order.

“Make that four. Juicy bringing another one of our girlfriends back wit’ her,” Exotic informed the waitress.

“It’s cool homie. I got this. How much?” Lorenzo stated, stopping Soul from paying the bill.

“Twenty-two hundred,” the waitress responded. Lorenzo counts out twenty-three crispy hundred dollar bills and hands them to the waitress.

“It’s a tip in there for you,” he informed her.

“Thank you. Just holler if you need anything else. I’ll be right back with those glasses.” She walks away and is summoned by Hennesy who along with Hypnotic is surrounded by a group of men. Seeing the hundred dollar tip Lorenzo so generously gave away and the large stacks of singles, the twins know that tonight is going to be a big night for them.

“Since the club on you, the drinks on me tonight,” Soul said, popping the cork off one of the bottles of champagne like a true pro, not spilling one drop. He pours the flutes and offers one to Exotic.

“Naw, let us dance for y’all first,” she said, declining his offer as “Shake It Like a Salt Shaker” blares from the club’s surround sound system. Exotic stands up, grabbing Erotic’s hand. They turn their backs to Lorenzo and Soul and proceed to do just as the song says. Their round juicy ass cheeks clap together as their thick cream colored thighs wiggle.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout baby!” Soul shouted excitedly, pounding fists with Lorenzo. Distracted by the twins, neither one of them notices Juicy approaching them until she is up on them with the thickest woman either of them has ever seen. Asia stands in front of them in a silver thong with some silver lace up heels. Her 40DD-32-46 frame glistens with baby oil and glitter.

“Pussy Poppin’” by Ludacris comes on.

“Let’s show them how we do this in the M.I.A.,” Juicy instructed, clearly the leader of the group. The four women lay on the plushly carpeted floor placing their hands in the small of their backs using their elbows to lift their ample bottoms from the floor. As they gyrate their hips to the beat of the music, Lorenzo and Soul slide their thongs to the side, taking a glimpse at their well maintained neatly shaven pussies. They stand over them showering them with singles. The women look into the men’s faces seeing the intense lust that their writhing bodies stimulate. After a couple hours, four bottles of Cristal, and several lap and table dances, Lorenzo is in a corner of the booth playing with Juicy’s clit.

“So what’s it goin’ cost us to get y’all four back to the tele for the night?” he asked.

“Seeing how y’all been tipping us real good tonight, I’d say like two G’s. Y’all got that comin’.”

“Me and my man goin’ step out for a minute, but we’ll meet y’all outside.” Asia, the thickest of the four dancers, has her hand in Soul’s shorts fondling his dick. He stares into her slanted eyes. She said, “I’m goin’ have some fun with this big boy tonight.” Soul is mesmerized by her beauty. She softly kisses him on the cheek.

“I’m looking forward to this baby.” She walks off flirtatiously smiling. Soul and Lorenzo sit back in the extravagant sports car waiting patiently. As Soul sits in the passenger seat writing a new rap on his SideKick II, a mustard yellow Honda Civic pulls behind them. The headlights of the car shine on their rear end, Lorenzo gazes into the rear view mirror.

“I hope that’s them hoes. I’m ready to down them twin bitches,” Lorenzo proclaimed. The passenger door on the Honda opens. Asia steps out of the car dressed in a Baby Phat halter top, a denim Baby Phat skirt, and a pair of leather buckle pumps carrying a leather printed crocodile purse. She strolls toward the McLaren Mercedes Benz with a soft bounce in every step. Soul stares into the door mirror admiring the angelic looking woman making her approach.

“Damn Exotic, them niggas rolling hard,” said Juicy.

“I’m goin’ break these niggas,” Exotic added.

“I’m goin’ fuck the shit out them sexy ass niggas. I haven’t had no good dick in a minute. All my men do is give me a five minute fuck, bust his nut, roll over and fall asleep on a bitch,” Erotic stated.

“Girl, me and that nigga would have a problem. I hate that when a nigga nut and feel like it’s over with. It’s hard to find some bomb dick out here. That’s why I keep my vibrator with me. This pussy stay wet,” Juicy admitted.

“Girl, you so crazy.” The women fall into a short burst of laughter.

“I’m just speaking the truth. You know how these niggas is.” They pull off trailing behind the trio.

“Damn, baby where you get all of this ass from. You gotta be mixed with some African genetics with an ass like this,” Soul stated. Asia sits in his lap, giggling. I’m going to get in his pockets by time I leave the hotel. This trick ass nigga going to pay the down payment on that new Toyota Avalon I’m trying to get. Asia said to herself while teasing him. They pull into the parking lot of the Marriott Hotel. Lorenzo and Soul rented the room strictly for the purpose of tricking. They have another suite at the Four Seasons Hotel and Tower. Lorenzo calculates his every move to stay a step ahead and on top of his game. He knows that in the game of life a bitch can be a man’s quickest downfall. The six of them walk into the hotel room, closing the door behind them.

“Y’all sure y’all ready for this Milwaukee dick?” Lorenzo asked.

“I’m ready for whatever baby. The question is are you ready for some of this Miami pussy,” Juicy responded sexily.

“Let me show you girls how ready I am.” Lorenzo opens the drawer to the dresser and pulls out a tiny suitcase. The women are curious wondering what is inside. Lorenzo unzips the suitcase and dumps out a variety of sex toys.

“Damn baby that’s how y’all get down in Milwaukee?” Exotic inquired, anticipating a good time. She recognizes the Jack Rabbit Vibrator which is her favorite toy. He can’t be an amateur at this.

“Let’s get the party started,” Asia said loudly in her beautiful sexy monotone. She slides her skirt down slowly in a teasing manner, exposing her long, well defined legs. Her hour glass frame stands five foot ten in her high heel pumps. Soul appraises the beautiful creature who looks as if she was molded by God himself. Soul walks in her direction burning with lust. Asia stands completely naked. Now that’s what you call eye candy. I’ma fuck the shit out her pretty ass. Juicy breaks Soul’s train of thought.

“Ain’t you forgetting about something baby?” Juicy asked, stopping Soul in his tracks.

“What you talkin’ bout shortie?” Soul asked. Juicy puts her hand up in a motion emulating as if she is counting money by rubbing her fingers together.

“That bread baby. Before a nigga play, a nigga gotta pay,” she reminded him.

“Aww, my bad ma. I feel you,” Soul replied. He stands face to face with Juicy reaching into his pocket. He shuffles through his thick wad of money quickly. His dick is hard as a brick. Juicy focuses on the money staring greedily with her hand out. This nigga holding heavy. I’ma trim this sucka when he go to sleep. As the dishonest thought travels through her mind, he hands her two thousand dollars.

“It’s all about you now daddy,” she said after counting the money. Seeing the large amount of money exchange hands, the women prepare themselves to put on the best performance ever. Each woman thinks of how they are going to spend their share of the money. Asia sits on the edge of the queen size bed.

“C’mon daddy, show me what you working with,” she said to Soul seductively. She unfastens his shorts, gasping at the size of his thick dick.

“Shit daddy your dick big as hell. You’re going to have to take your time with this pussy.” Juicy goes to accompany Soul and Asia as she plots her deceptive act.

“Damn baby that’s too much dick for one man. God showed you too much love.” Soul chuckles at Juicy’s remark. He receives the same response from all the women he engages in sexual activity with. Asia leans forward, placing his dick into her mouth. Juicy joins the sexual activity by dropping to her knees softly licking on his heavy nut sack. His shorts drop to his ankles. He kicks his shorts underneath the bed.

“Oh shit, suck this mutha fucka. There you go ma,” Soul moans softly as he closes his eyes. Lorenzo is enjoying the company of Exotic and Erotic. His fantasizing has him feeling as if he is being sexed by twin Lisa Raye’s. Exotic and Erotic are sharing a double headed dildo. The two women ride the dildo with one end of it in each of their wet pussies. Lorenzo stands in between the women kneeling down in a position with Erotic’s head in his hands grinding against her face as she fucks his dick. Exotic spreads Lorenzo’s ass cheeks apart. She gently flicks the tip of her tongue across the outer rim of his ass. She pushes her tongue against his asshole then removes it as if she was ringing a doorbell with her tongue. She uses the full width of her tongue to completely lick his ass crack. A tingling sensation races up his spine.

“Damn you suckin’ this dick like a pro,” Lorenzo complimented Erotic on her excellent head game. Soul grips the head of Juicy as if he is palming a basketball. Asia lays back on the bed horny, welcoming him. She fondles with her clit.

“C’mon papi give me that big dick,” Asia begged as she entices him. Juicy is still trying to figure out a way to clip him for his money. Asia spreads her legs wide open, making a watery sound with her pussy as she plays with her clit. Soul remembers that he has no condoms at hand. Fuck wearing a rubber, this bitch fine as hell. I’m hittin’ all pussy. Soul thought, looking at the extremely beautiful woman. With her sex appeal Soul feels that she is worth taking a chance on. He climbs on top of her struggling to penetrate her tight wet pussy. She grimaces as his dick slowly sinks inside of her. The pain reminds her of when she lost her virginity.

“Ooooh papi take it easy,” she cried. Juicy licks Asia’s hard honey brown nipples, as Lorenzo activates the battery operated Jack Rabbit vibrator. Penetrating inside of Erotic from behind he spreads her ass cheeks open, seeing the wet moisture on his dick. Erotic licks on Lorenzo’s balls from behind. Lorenzo reaches around Erotic’s waistline with the Jack Rabbit vibrator placing it against her clit. She cums right away and the creamy juices from her pussy warm his dick. He smacks her on her ass as she goes wild fucking him back. Her big round ass wobbles as she throws it bucking against his pelvis.

“Fuck me daddy. Ooh, that dick feel good as hell. Ooh, ooh, oooooh, I’m cumming again what you doing to me?” Erotic cried. Moans of sexual enjoyment travel across the room along with the clapping sound of flesh. Asia is laying on her back with her legs spread wide open as Juicy eats her wet loose pussy. Juicy is in the doggy style position getting banged out from behind. Soul places two of his fingers inside of Juicy’s asshole. Juicy reaches around her back, trying to push his hand away.

“What’s wrong you can’t handle it. You never had a nigga bang this shit like this before?” Soul inquired while stroking deep inside of her.

“Ooh shit baby, ooh, ooh, oh yea... yeah I can handle it,” Juicy replied. Asia is laying on her back shaking slightly in the middle of an orgasm. Soul pulls out of Juicy spreading her ass open making an attempt to fuck her in the ass. She lowers her hips, resisting.

“Hold on baby don’t nobody go up in there.” Soul holds his dick in his hand as the woman rejects him. Knowing he has more money she makes another proposition. She knows that when a man is eager for a nut he is vulnerable.

“It’s going to cost you another five hundred to hit this asshole with that big mutha fucka in your hand. Shit, you done stretched the shit out of my girl pussy.” Soul knows that the stripper is nothing but a money hungry bitch trying to get another dollar.

“Five hundred more huh. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you think you can handle this dick.” Soul exposes a friendly smile knowing that money is not an issue.

“I suppose you want yo bread up front.”

“That’s right baby. If the money is not on the wood it’s not no good,” Juicy responded, displaying her experience in dealing with tricks. Growing up in a whorehouse, she was molded by her mother at an early age. Soul climbs off the bed hearing all the moaning behind him. He reaches underneath the bed for his shorts and counts out another thousand dollars.

“Here you go shortie.” Dollar signs flash in her eyes as she recounts the money. Soul cracks a smile as the stripper stashes her money in her purse. Lorenzo inserts the vibrator half way inside of Erotic’s pussy licking on her clit at the same time. Erotic moves wildly as he eats her pussy from the back. He smacks her thick ass while Exotic is laying underneath Lorenzo sucking his dick. Asia spreads Juicy’s ass cheeks as Soul slowly slides into her asshole with force.

“Oooooch shit it hurt hurry up,” Juicy screams loudly, pounding her fist against the pillow. Asia licks the other half of Soul’s dick that is still forcing its way inside of Juicy’s ass. She grimaces from the excruciating pain. Her moan pierces the atmosphere. Asia smacks Juicy on the ass causing her to become irritated.

“Bitch stop smacking me, this shit hurt.” Soul lets out a chuckle, enjoying the moment. Juicy has one thing on her mind and that is money. She knows if her plan succeeds she will be able to get that brand new Lexus she’s been looking at. She feels his large dick damaging her insides. But for another dollar she knows a hoe gotta do what she gotta do.