Eviction Notice, page 23
“I’d suck a baby outta her snatch,” Dump said, eyeing the waitress.
“Nigga, you’ll put your mouth anywhere. As a matter of fact, keep that blunt, I’ll spark another one.” Lakim laughed.
“Fuck you, La.” Dump blew out a cloud of smoke.
Lakim and Dump traded jokes, and even managed to drag Alonzo into their shenanigans. The trio was like kids in the schoolyard, smoking weed and tossing money at the strippers as they came and went, but King’s mind was elsewhere. His eyes were fixed on Shai Clark. You could tell he carried weight from the way those around him hung on his every word, but to King James he didn’t appear to be much more than a kid. If they were up north, King would’ve flat-out confronted him about what had happened to his worker, but they were in the world and the rules were quite different. The situation would have to be handled with diplomacy instead of fists. Approaching Shai like a common thug wouldn’t work, so he bided his time and contemplated an angle to approach him.
Alonzo nudged King. “You good?”
“Yeah, all is well, God. I’m just checking the scene.” King laid his eyes on a chick with balloon breasts. “What about you, you having a good time, Zo?”
“I’m good; it’s just been a minute since I’ve been out so I’m getting adjusted.”
“Well, you’re amongst family, so feel free to let your hair down, my G.” King put his arm around him.
The DJ’s voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing the next dancer to take the stage. Alonzo thought he was bugging when he heard the name, or it might’ve been a coincidence, so out of curiosity he fixed his eyes on one of the flat screens that gave them a view of the stage. When he saw the pretty brown thing take the stage he had to do a double take. She was wearing a wig and a costume that made her look different, but Alonzo would have known that figure anywhere. He sat there, mouth agape and speechless, as he saw the longtime object of his affection in a whole new light.
Alonzo found himself both turned on and repulsed as he watched Porsha work the stripper pole like she’d been born to do it. She whipped her hair wildly to the rock-and-roll song blaring through the DJ’s speakers. She bent her body at impossible angles as men and women showered her with money and cheered. She dropped flat on her stomach and popped her ass cheeks in time with the saxophones on the track. One dude jumped onstage and tried to kiss her, only to have security yank him down and toss him out on his ass. The crowd loved Porsha and she loved them back.
Alonzo couldn’t watch anymore. He had known that Porsha was no angel, but seeing her dancing at a strip club for dollars was something he wasn’t ready for. Something swelled in Alonzo’s chest after watching Porsha on the stage and he realized it was jealousy, which was absurd. Alonzo had had a crush on Porsha for as long as he’d known her, but she kept him in the friend zone so the romantic attachment was one-sided. Still, he’d always held on to the hope that one day she would come around, but after what he’d seen he didn’t know how he felt about her anymore.
“She bad, huh?” King startled him. Alonzo hadn’t realized he’d been watching the show too.
“She a’ight,” Alonzo said as if Porsha was nothing special.
“She a’ight?” King looked at him funny. “Sun, I don’t know if we looking at the same chick, because that bitch on the screen is bad! My nigga, I’d try to break my dick off between them pretty-ass lips if she gave me the chance.” King laughed, but Alonzo got quiet. “My fault, you know her or something?”
“Nah, I thought I knew her.” Alonzo turned his back on the flat screen.
King had been around enough liars to know one when he heard it. “Let me tell you something about chicks, Zo. When you’re young and first discovering your heat, it’ll be the ones you care about the most who treat you like shit, but it’s a necessary road to travel on your way to figuring out how to appreciate a good chick. That’s my jewel on you for the day.”
“Forever the teacher.” Alonzo nodded.
“That’s my job, to open the eyes of the blind. Now let me open your eyes to some of this fine trim in here.” King motioned around at the women moving about. “Shake that shit, Zo, and have a good time.”
CHAPTER 31
Brick House sat fuming in the corner as she watched Porsha rock the stage. She had been watching the little bitch make her rounds for most of the night, smiling and winking at dudes but not really giving up anything worth watching. She knew by the end of the night she was going to be able to stunt by making the most bread that night, but it looked like Porsha was gonna be a problem.
“These niggaz in here spending tonight,” a stripper named Peaches interrupted Brick House’s thoughts. She was a short chick with a pretty face and a decent body from Newark whom Brick House sometimes ran with.
“Yeah, a bitch like me might end up at the dealership tomorrow,” Brick House boasted, showing her a purse full of money.
“I don’t know if I’m doing all that, but I’m gonna be straight when it’s all said and done,” Peaches said. “Yo, did you see that new bitch up there killing it?”
Brick House sucked her teeth. “She did her thing, but I wouldn’t say she was killing it.”
“Say what you want, but she had me ready to try and get at her li’l ass,” Peaches admitted.
“You better stay away from her, because Kat is playing it and you know how that crazy bitch gets down,” Brick House said.
“I ain’t fucking with Kat. You been up to the VIP yet?” Peaches asked.
“Nah, it’s probably the usual suspects up there and I’m trying to wait for it to thicken out.”
“Well, I heard Don B. is up there with some of his peoples.”
Brick House’s head snapped around. “When the fuck did he get here and why are you just now telling me?”
“I don’t know when he got here, but I thought for sure you’d have known before anybody else.” Peaches gave her a knowing look.
Brick House and Don B. had history. She had met him when she was working outta New York and given him the blow job of his life. For three straight weekends he had shown up at the strip club, and she’d gone home with him every night and he had thrown bread around like it was water. Just on the three nights she had slid with him she had cleared more than what she’d have made working in the club all night. If Don B. was in the building, then she still had one more card to play.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs and see what’s good with the real players.” Brick House motioned for Peaches to follow her. Brick House crossed the room and cleared the stairs to the VIP in record time in her high heels. The bouncer was leaning against the banister, smooth talking one of the other girls, when Brick House approached. “What it do, Flea?”
Flea shook his head, “It’s a real gangster party in there, ma. It ain’t for the faint of heart tonight.”
“Then I should feel right at home.” Brick House strutted inside. When Peaches tried to follow, Flea stopped her.
“C’mon, baby, you know the rules. A dub to me and some neck later on.” He held out his hand.
“Flea, you ain’t charge Brick House nothing to get in and you gonna hit me up for twenty?” Peaches snaked her neck.
“Brick is family and you’re an employee. Now up that dub. As a matter of fact, give me twenty-five for trying to dry snitch.”
Peaches wasn’t happy about it, but she gave him the money. “You’re a real asshole, Flea.” She pushed past him.
“I’m an asshole who is twenty-five dollars richer thanks to you,” he called after her.
* * *
Don B. was feeling good. He had a drink in one hand, a blunt in the other, and a chick on his lap. Gotti had really laid it out for the New Yorkers, making sure their glasses and their lungs stayed full all night. There were fine women, good weed, and good drink, which was the only way the Don knew how to party. It had been a while since he had been out in the spotlight and being back on the stage felt good.
“So how’re you enjoying the Garden State’s hospitalities?” Gotti asked Don B.
“This shit is lovely.” Don B. blew smoke into the stripper’s waiting mouth. “I could get used to this.”
“And this is only the beginning, my nigga. Once we start getting money together it’s gonna get even sweeter. It’s been a long time since Jersey had a rapper step out in the limelight and I know Big Dawg can do that for my man Lord Scientific.”
“You don’t do nothing but create starts at Big Dawg, homie.” Don B. took a toke of the blunt. “From what I heard on the CDs y’all sent over, he’s definitely got some lyrics, but in this game you need more than lyrics to make it to the top. It’s about your presentation. The ability to captivate people is the one thing all true stars possess.”
“I think after you see his stage show tonight you’ll agree that my man leaves a lasting impression,” Gotti assured him.
Before the conversation could go any further, Brick House walked up. Every man sitting at the table had his eyes glued to her ass when she moved. “What’s popping, Big Dawg?” She stood over Don B. and the girl who was giving him a lap dance.
Don B. took a second to peer over the shoulder of the girl who was sitting on his lap. He looked at Brick House over his shades and nodded in greeting. “Chilling,” he replied, and went back to his lap dance.
Brick House felt slighted and her face said it. She tapped the stripper on her shoulder. “Shorty, take a break for a minute.” The girl looked like she wanted to protest but thought better of it and left. “What’s good, Don B.?”
“Everything was good until you broke up my groove, what’s good with that?” Don B. adjusted his pants.
“I’m saying, I thought you could’ve at least called a bitch if you were coming to Jersey; you know these are my stomping grounds,” Brick House said.
“Oh, you’re from Jersey? That’s what’s up,” Don B. said in a very disinterested tone and poured himself another drink.
“What’s good, shorty, you shaking or running ya mouth? You’re holding up traffic.” Tone motioned toward the other girls who were circling them like vultures.
“Be easy, me and Don B. know each other,” Brick House told Tone. Tone looked to Don B. for confirmation but he just sat there like he had no clue what she was talking about, which angered Brick House. “Word, you just gonna sit there like you don’t know a bitch on your Hollywood shit?”
“Shorty, I meet a lot of women in my travels. Your face looks familiar, but I can’t remember your name.” Don B. shrugged.
Brick House folded her arms and looked at Don B. in disbelief that he was playing her to the left. “Oh you don’t know my name? You were screaming my fucking name when I was riding you at that motel in the Bronx.”
“Oh, okay. I fucked you at a motel in the Bronx? That really narrows it down.” Don B. laughed and so did his crew.
“Ay, ma, come over here and let me see what you’re working with and I’ll scream your name all night long.” Devil waved some singles at her.
“Listen, boo, me and my mans is over here handling business and trying to have a good time, so if you ain’t trying to shake, you need to keep it pushing,” Gotti said, not bothering to hide his irritation with Brick House.
Brick House felt like a wet food stamp, the way she was being brushed off by the celebrity and his crew. She wanted to plead her case and try to jog Don B.’s memory but she wouldn’t play herself like that in front of Peaches. “I hear you talking that shit, Mr. Boss Baller,” she said, her eyes narrowed to slits. “I’m gonna remember this shit, Don.”
“Baby, you can write it down if you need to,” he shot back.
“I’m gonna see you around, nigga,” she warned as she walked away with Peaches in tow.
“I doubt it,” Don B. called after her. He shook his head and turned back to his group. “You slip a bitch a li’l cock on a drunk night and they act like they got standing. Fuck outta here. Yo, one of y’all niggaz roll something up and bring me a bitch. I’m trying to keep this party popping.”
CHAPTER 32
“I can’t believe he tried to play you like that, Brick,” Peaches said, fighting back the urge to laugh in Brick House’s face. She couldn’t wait to put the word out about how Don B. had shitted on Brick House.
“Fuck him, li’l-dick muthafucka. He better hope I don’t call Li’l Flame and them and get his ass robbed when he leaves here,” Brick House fumed.
“If I were you I would. It would teach them New York niggaz about trying to come on this side stunting,” Peaches instigated. She got off on drama and encouraged it whenever she could.
“I ain’t even beat for that whack-ass nigga. He ain’t the only nigga in here holding,” Brick House said, looking around at the various ballers in the VIP. Her eyes landed on a rough-looking group toward the back who clearly weren’t from Jersey, but their money looked just as green. The two strippers worked their way over to King’s table and began sizing the men up openly.
“What’s popping, ladies?” Dump asked.
“You, big daddy.” Peaches invited herself to a seat on his lap. She ran her hand up Dump’s leg and grabbed a handful of his crotch. “You’re a big one, huh?”
“You better believe it. Dump don’t do small,” he boasted.
“Why do they call you Dump, because you like to eat?” she asked, rubbing his large belly.
“Nah, because all I do is dump on muthafuckas. Now stop wasting time and handle ya business.” Dump picked her up by her waist and placed the stripper on his lap.
“I think I’m gonna like you.” She beamed.
“You want a dance, boo?” Brick House approached Alonzo.
“Nah, I’m good,” Alonzo said, still mulling over Porsha.
“No, he ain’t.” Lakim slid over next to his brother and pulled out a roll of singles. “My li’l brother is shy, so why don’t you drop that big ass on him and bring him out of his shell.”
“I think I can do that.” She lowered herself onto Alonzo’s lap, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Don’t be shy, baby.” She took Alonzo’s hands and placed them on her ass cheeks. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
“Yeah,” he said, panting. Alonzo tried to be cool about it, but shorty was turning him on. “What’s ya name?”
“They call me Brick House, but you can call me yours as long as you’re spending.” She pushed her breasts up toward his mouth.
“You let us worry about the money, you just keep working that ass, ma.” Lakim started dropping singles on her head.
Brick House was truly a beast. She ground back and forth, flexing her ass cheeks on the bulge in his jeans every time she moved. She proceeded to pop her huge breasts from her bikini top and shove them in Alonzo’s face. Before he knew it, he was sucking on her brown nipples like a starved child. Brick House locked her fingers behind his head and threw both legs up on his shoulders, grinding her box on his chest. Without missing a beat she spun around, planted her palms on the ground, and started bouncing her ass up and down on Alonzo’s lap.
Brick House turned back around so that she was facing Alonzo again. With nimble fingers she undid his zipper and had his dick out and in her hand before he even realized what was going on. “Damn, that’s a lot of dick.” She stroked him firmly. Pre-come ran from the head of his dick and over her knuckles. “You wanna fuck my li’l pussy with all this dick?” she asked, her voice husky.
Alonzo’s depression over Porsha had faded and he was now thinking with his loins. “Fuck it, how much?”
“Give me two hundred and I’ll get you right.”
“That’s kinda steep, sis.” Alonzo had only about two hundred dollars on him and he hadn’t intended on blowing it all in one shot.
Brick House took Alonzo’s hand and slipped two of his fingers into her pussy. She was dripping like a faucet. “Stop acting like you don’t wanna tear these walls down.” She then took his fingers and licked her juices off them.
“A’ight, you’ve tortured my man enough,” King James interjected. He counted out two hundred dollars and gave them to Brick House. “Go take care of my family.”
Brick House grabbed Alonzo by the hand and led him deep into the recesses of the VIP, where there were thick black curtains hanging from the wall. Alonzo gave King James the thumbs-up sign before disappearing behind the curtain.
* * *
Brick House led Alonzo through the curtains and into a smaller room that was connected to the VIP. It was too dark for him to really see what was going on, but from the stench of sex and the moans he could hear in the shadows, he didn’t need his eyes to see what was going on. He thought Brick House was going to fuck him in there, but she led him farther still into the recesses of the room to a door marked EMERGENCY EXIT. She pushed the door open and a cool gust of wind washed across them from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs.
“What’s good, I thought we was gonna get it on?” Alonzo asked suspiciously.
“We are,” Brick House assured him. “We can handle our business out back so I ain’t gotta worry about none of these nosy bitches in my mix.” She tried to pull him by the hand but Alonzo jerked away.
“Shorty, I ain’t trying to fuck outside.”
“Look, the muthafucka who owns the club be on some bullshit trying to tax us for fifty percent if we get caught turning tricks in the club, so sometimes we go out back. It’s a dead-end street so we ain’t gotta worry about no traffic coming through and interrupting.”
“I don’t know, ma.”
Brick House pressed up against him and grabbed his hand, slipping it into her wetness. “C’mon, baby, I need you to put this fire out. Don’t do me like that.” She sucked on his neck.
Every ounce of common sense Alonzo had told him that it was a bad idea, but like most men his age, he was thinking with the wrong head. “A’ight, let’s go. But you need to come down off that price some, being that you making me fuck you outside.”
