"Thank you, baby," she said.

  "Hey, I'm sitting over there in the corner. Come over and kick it with me when you get off stage."

  She smiled and said, "I have to be on the center stage for the next song." She pointed to another stage across the room. "But as soon as I'm done over there, I'm all yours, baby."

  "I like the sound of that," Cato said, then made a beeline to the table and ordered two bottles of Grey Goose. He put the bottles and a pile of cash on the table.

  Two strippers, one short and one tall, approached. The tall one had a blue weave and blue contacts. She had decent-sized tits with no sag and nice hips, but no ass. The short one had long natural hair and lighter skin. She had silicone ass shots and tits like a twelve year old.

  Cato wasn't impressed with either of them and he wished that they would just move the fuck on, but he knew they weren't going anywhere. Their thirsty asses had spotted the liquor and money. Blue hair plopped her ass right on his lap and he pushed her away.

  "Scared of pussy?"

  "Look, I don't like people sitting on my lap without asking."

  The short girl said, "Why are you so angry, man? I mean all these beautiful girls in here and you mad?"

  "I'm here to see somebody."

  "Who?"

  Blue hair said, "I saw his petty ass up there giving Sapphire a few coins. And when I say few, I do mean a few. I think he might have thrown twenty dollars at her and thought he was balling."

  "Can I throw twenty dollars at you two birds so you can get the fuck away from me?"

  "Yo baby mama a bird."

  Blue hair approached him and Cato stood up. The tall bitch was actually looking down on him. He generally didn't fight girls but he had an assault on a female charge on his arrest record because one of his baby mama's had thrown a hot iron at him and it burned the back of his ankle. He'd beat her ass unconscious, in response. The police showed up and he tried to explain his side of the story, but they locked his ass up anyway. He didn't like fighting girls, but if this bitch thinks she's going to hit and he ain't going to knock the shit out of her, she had another thing coming.

  She stood over him and he could smell the Trident gum that she was chewing like it was her last. "Motherfucker, you disrespect me, I will fuck you up in here."

  "Get out of my face. You're the one that came over here fucking with me."

  A humungous-ass, bearded, light-skinned man trotted up and said, "What the hell is going on?"

  The short girl, who had been quiet, now said. "Kick this disrespectful motherfucker out."

  The bouncer yanked Cato's arm and said, "Time to go, partna."

  "Time to go my ass, and get yo motherfuckin' hands off me. Where the fuck is the owner? I done bought two bottles in this bitch. I ain't going no motherfuckin' where."

  Seconds later, Sapphire appeared and wedged herself between the bouncer and Cato. She said to the bouncer, "He's one of my regular customers." She passed the bouncer a hundred dollar bill and said, "It's okay. He was waiting on me."

  The bouncer turned to Cato and said, "I'm sorry for touching you."

  The two men shook hands. "It's all good. You feel me?" Cato said.

  The two strippers that he'd been arguing with were pissed, and they stormed away.

  He sat back down and Sapphire sat down on his lap with her hands on his chest. He grabbed her ass and said, "I'm Cato."

  * * * *

  His hands were bound by a rope tied to the bed rail. Blindfolded, his pale, white ass was exposed and snot cascaded from his nose into his mouth. He's just finished doing a few lines of coke. Miss America was spanking him with a wooden paddle and yelling, "You punk motherfucker! I need you to call me Master!"

  "Master!" he yelled.

  "Who's your daddy?"

  "You are, daddy."

  "Who's your mommy?"

  "You are! You're my mommy and my daddy."

  She untied him, situated a leash around his neck and paraded him around the room like he was a puppy. Commanding him to sit and stand, he obeyed most of the time and when he didn't obey, she slapped his pale, white ass with the paddle. The last few months, Craig had delved deeper into the world of BDSM. He thought he was a dominant person, but he discovered that he liked to be submissive as well. Dominating the women, but submitting to the trannies. He never let them penetrate him, but he liked to be tied up and he liked to be subservient to them. It just made him feel totally free.

  After his session, Fy-Head visited and they all settled into the kitchen to converse over a bottle of Moscato, and of course, there was the eight ball of pure cocaine that he'd purchased from a biker earlier in the day.

  Fy-Head said, "I know somebody that will do what you wanted. A professional."

  "Who is it?" He folded a playing card and scooped some coke from the table and snorted.

  "They don't want to meet you. In fact, they don't want to meet anybody."

  His nose was running and they avoided making eye contact with him.

  "So how is this going to work?"

  "You give me the money and instructions on the job," Fy-head said as she sipped her Moscato. She poured another glass. "Give me her whereabouts and her routine. I relay all the info back to him and he watches her movements. He follows her and he completes the job."

  "And I pay him when it's done?"

  "Wrong."

  "Half of the cash up front and the rest when the job is done?" Craig asked.

  "No. He wants all his money first."

  "I don't know, y'all. How do I know the job is going to get done?"

  "It's a chance you have to take."

  "Before I give you all of the money, I need to know your address."

  "That's fine. We can go to my place right now if you want to go."

  "Not right now. I'm going to need to know where your mother lives too."

  "Look, I'll show you all of that. When do you want it done?"

  "As soon as possible. Come by later and I'll give you the money."

  "Give it to me now."

  "I have to perform a procedure and I'll have it."

  Fy-head said, "How much can you give me a new butt for?"

  "If this goes right, I'll throw that in for free."

  Fy-head stood, started twirling and said, "Ass gonna be on fleek."

  They all laughed.

  * * * *

  In the front of the studio, Brooke was watching Game of Thrones on her iPad when a young man entered the store. She looked up from her iPad. "Can I help you?"

  He smiled. "In more ways than you can imagine, shawty." He smiled revealing a classless gold grill. Then he said, "Damn, you fine, shawty." He gave her a once over.

  Brooke's black leggings made her legs look extra long and her butt pronounced. The young man was staring right at her ass to let her know that he absolutely approved of the outfit. He wasn't bad looking. Not as tall as she liked but she liked his smooth chocolaty skin and the way he dressed. He was wearing Jordan's and some fly red white and blue designer socks. True Religion shorts.

  "What yo name is, shawty?"

  "What's my name?"

  "You ain't understand me?"

  Brooke wanted to tell him she barely understood him but she was sure this would insult him. "I'm Brooke."

  "I'm DeMontre. My auntie own this place. Treat me right and I'll see if I can get her to get you a pay raise."

  Brooke laughed and said, "Whatever."

  "You got a man in yo life?"

  "I got a boyfriend."

  "I ain't say no boyfriend. You need a man."

  "I supposed that man is you?"

  "Damn, shawty, you smart."

  "I wish you would quit calling me shawty."

  "Oh, so you one of the bourgeoisie chicks, huh?"

  Brooked scoffed and said, "Why do you say that?'

  "I can tell. Talking all proper and shit. 'What makes you say that?'" He mocked her and laughed. "What school you go to?"

  "What school do I attend?"

  He laughed and said, "Yes. What school do you attend? Can you pass me the Grey Poupon?" he said, mocking her with an English accent. He was teasing her but she found this little bad boy fun.

  She found herself laughing at him then she said, "I attend Atlanta Country Day. I only go twice a week, I'm a senior."

  "Oh, I went to Booker T. Washington."

  "You graduated?"

  "I guess you can say that?"

  He was staring at her ass and she liked that he liked it. At that moment, she could care less about her boyfriend. "What do you mean?"

  "School wasn't for me, shawty. It was a waste of time."

  "You weren't any good at it?"

  "Look, shawty, I slept in school all day and I still took advanced classes and never made less than a B. Ask my auntie, she'll tell you."

  Brooke had known boys like him. Some attended her school on a basketball scholarship and they were naturally smart but just didn't like school.

  "Can we cut the school talk and talk about me taking you out?"

  "You have a car?"

  "Nope, but I can get one. "

  Starr barged into the showroom and said to Brooke, "I see you met my nephew."

  "Yeah."

  DeMontre said, "Dang, auntie, why you ain't tell me your employee was so fine?"

  Brooke was smiling hard as hell.

  "Look, boy, don't you be harassing Brooke." Starr laughed and said, "What brings you up here?"

  Seconds later Q entered the showroom and tossed DeMontre a set of keys.

  Starr said, "What's going on in here?

  "Uncle Q said I can wash the Range."

  "What Range?"

  "My Range Rover. I had my cars shipped up here."

  "Oh," Starr said, "DeMontre, I ain't know you had a license?"

  "Auntie, how you gonna try and play me like that?" He removed his license from his wallet and said, "I got Ls. I been had mine."

  "Okay, boy, you're seventeen. How you going to say you been had yours?"

  "I got them soon as I could get them. Come on, auntie, don't be a hater."

  Q said, "Yeah, auntie, stop hating."

  DeMontre inched toward the door and said, "Auntie, can shawty go with me?"

  "No. She's working."

  DeMontre looked at Brooke and said, "Shawty, I tried to get you off. Maybe next time."

  Starr said to Q, "So how are you going to get home?"

  "I'm staying here with you."

  "Is that so?"

  "Yeah."

  "I've got paperwork to do."

  "I'll help you," he said as he trailed her to the office.

  Chapter 12

  Sapphire was on top of Cato riding him when he said, "Lay on your stomach."

  "What you going to do?"

  "Just lay on your stomach."

  "I hate anal."

  "No anal. I promise."

  She lay on her stomach and he gave her ass a massage with gels that he purchased from an adult toy store.

  Cato grinned, studying that ginormous ass of hers as he applied oil and massaged the cheeks. Sapphire was not trying to get away but she couldn't stop squirming because it felt so damn good.

  "How did you know, daddy?"

  "How did I know what?"

  "How did you know this was my hot spot?"

  "Good guess?"

  She laughed and said, "Great guess."

  He then applied KY gel in her ass crack. This time she squirmed and tried to escape from his grip.

  "I told you no anal."

  "Look, it's not going to hurt, I promise. Plus, I'll give you fifteen hundred instead of a thousand."

  "Where is the extra five hundred?"

  "Do you think I would give you a thousand dollars and not give you the extra five hundred? Do I look like a petty-ass nigga?"

  She laughed and said, "No."

  "Relax, and I'm going to put it in slowly."

  When she was fully relaxed, he eased the tip of penis into her tight asshole. She tensed up a bit but he gave her a back rub so she started to relax again. He pushed his dick further into her tight ass and as he thrusted slowly, she found it arousing. Her inner thighs moistened.

  "Daddy, you were right. This shit is turning me on."

  "I told you."

  And he was turned on too. He loved anal more than he loved regular sex. It was about power to him and right now he was the man in charge.

  "Harder!" she screamed.

  He thrusted harder and she moaned, "Oh my god! This feels so good."

  Seconds later, he placed the tip of a knife blade against her neck underneath her chin.

  "If you scream, I will slit your throat, bitch."

  "Oh my God! What's going on? Don't kill me. What do you want me to do? Suck your balls? I'll do anything that you ask!"

  He slowly removed his dick from her ass crack and he stood her up with the knife blade still pressed against her neck. She was about to say something and he ordered her to shut the fuck up.

  "I don't understand—"

  With one swift move he lowered the knife and poked her ass cheek. Blood discharged from her ass. "Next time, it's in your asshole. I swear to God. Do you understand me?"

  He stood behind her. His arm enveloped her tiny neck. "I need you to tell me who the fuck is after my boy?'

  "Who is your boy?"

  "Black."

  "Black who?"

  "Oh, now you want to play dumb?" He released her before he gathered his boxer shorts and slid into them.

  "So you're trying to tell me that you don't know him?"

  "I'm not saying that. I know a lot of guys name Black. Be specific."

  "I'm talking about the motherfucker that you been discussing with some Detroit niggas."

  She stood there butt ass naked trying to think of what she was going to do. She knew that if she told this nigga where they were and something happened to them, she would surely die. But if she didn't tell him something, she was going to surely die. She hesitated then asked, "Can I put my clothes on?"

  "You can put your panties on and some shorts and a T-shirt. No shoes." He didn't want her wearing shoes to prevent her from running. But if she did run, he had a .45 automatic and he wouldn't hesitate to blast her in the back.

  She slid into a pink Victoria Secret short set.

  "Now, tell me about the Detroit boys."

  "Well, the one that I knew about was Todd." Todd wasn't from Detroit but he was a safe option.

  "How do you know him?"

  "I met him in the club a few years back. He came in and we sat and talked. He told me he worked for a madam. Told me that she wanted him to recruit some pretty girls. Told me I could make up to ten grand a night, but I would have to split it with the madam. I told him to sign me up, but he told me that first he would have to fuck me to test me out and see if I was worth it. I fucked him and then he took pictures of me back to this so-called madam who then said I was too thick for her clientele. Said that her clients liked skinny bitches and as you can see, I ain't hardly no skinny bitch. I'm Georgia born and raised."

  "Y'all exchanged numbers?"

  "Yeah, I got it."

  "Perfect. Need you to call him over. Call him now."

  Her iPhone was on the nightstand. She inched her way over to the stand while she kept her eye on him. Thinking just a few minutes ago, he was giving her some incredible anal, now he was threatening to kill her. She dialed Todd's number.

  "Hello?"

  "Todd, can you come over? I need to tell you something."

  "I'm kind of busy right now. What do you need?"

  "It's important."

  "Look, I can't come. I'm busy. I'll catch up with you tomorrow." Todd then hung up the phone.

  "Do you know where he lives?" Cato asked Sapphire.

  "I don't."

  "Come here."

  She eased her way over. He ripped her Victoria Secret shorts off.

  She said, "What the fuck are you doing?"

  "Give me your phone and spread your goddamned legs."

  She obliged. He took six pictures of her with her pussy spread and one of that little tight asshole that he had just enjoyed. He then told her to stand up and let her get dressed. She put on another short set that was identical to the one Cato had just ripped off except that this one was sky blue.

  "Now I need you to send all six of those pictures to Todd."

  She did and seconds later, Todd called.

  "What the fuck are you doing?"

  "Look, I need you tonight."

  "I don't have no money and I know you ain't fucking me for free."

  "I'm horny, Todd. I don't need no money right now. Just come over. "

  "You still live at the same place?"

  "Yeah."

  "Text me the address. And I'll be over in a few hours."

  Chapter 13

  Asia was standing outside when Black whipped the rental car into Asia's driveway. He was supposed to be in jail. How did he get out? "You made bond?"

  "Yes."

  She led him inside the house then offered him a seat.

  "No, that's okay," Black said.

  "The kids are not here."

  "That's okay."

  She took a deep breath and waited on him to speak. "I know you called the police on me."

  "I didn't have a choice."

  "There's always a choice."

  She turned away from him, tugging at her ear trying to decide if she was going to tell him the truth. "Two black detectives came over and asked did you have my car. I told them I hadn't seen you and then they showed me a text message exchange between me and you and I had no choice. They knew everything."

  He stood there and took it all in. He knew she was right. She didn't have a choice. "Look, I'm not mad. You had to do what you had to do. But why did you have to tell them when I was coming?" He paused then he decided that he would take a seat after all. He sat in a chair in the corner of the living room.

  "I know it was wrong."

  "You damn right it was wrong. I got locked up right there in front of my kids. "

  Tears formed in Asia's eyes. "Black, it's not like you're the best dad."

  "What? I was taking them to the movies."

  "Black, they hardly see you. And I was at Nana's house a few weeks ago and ran into your other baby mama?"

  "Which one?"

  "Shakira."