Money-Makin' Mamas (11 page)

We left and peeled off the parking lot so quickly that if you blinked you missed us. Karrine and I laughed about what had happened with Mr. Money Man, and before we went home, we stopped at an ATM to withdraw $1,000 from each of his accounts, which was the one-day maximum. We had plans to do some shopping later, but as soon as we got home, Mama was sitting on the round, micro-fabric linen sofa in the living room with her legs crossed. Her arms rested on top of the couch and trouble was lurking behind her eyes as she peered at us near the doorway.

“Did y'all enjoy yourselves today?” she asked, then moved her eyes to the nine millimeter that was resting peacefully on the table in front of her.

“We had a great time today,” Karrine said, always the first one to answer Mama when we could tell there would be trouble.

Mama eased up from the couch then picked up the gun. “How great?” she said step by step, making her way up to us.

By now, we were all looking at each other. There wasn't no way in hell that Mama had known what we'd done because we knew it wouldn't be in our best interest to snitch on each other. The only way she could have found out what went down today was if that motherfucker, himself, had told her.

Then again, maybe Mama was just trying to feel us out. She damn sure wasn't about to blow our goddamn brains out, so I wasn't sure why she was fronting with the gun. She did look mad, though, so maybe it was smart for us to come clean.

Mama stood in front of us without a blink. Since Simone had come in, it was now three to one. We could definitely take her, if we wanted to. But Mama had done too much shit for us to play her like that. She went to hell and back for us and taught us things about life that so many mothers had failed to do with their daughters. It wasn't like she had ever abandoned us or anything, or that she was some crackhead-ass mama who left her kids in the hands of other people. So it was our bad if we lied to her on occasion about doing crazy shit behind her back. We knew she'd come down on our heads if we ever got caught up into some shit we ain't have no business doing. Maybe today was the day that we all had to face what we had done and deal with the backlash of it all.

Mama patted the nine millimeter against her leg and tapped her foot on the floor. She stared into my eyes first, and when I looked away, her eyes shifted to Karrine's. They didn't stop there and landed on Simone. She lowered her head, and when Mama reached out her hand, Simone jerked her head back. All Mama did was touch her chin and lift it.

“Tell me what happened, baby,” Mama said in a soft voice but with no expression on her face.

“Wha . . . what happened with what, Mama?” Simone said.

“I'm goin' to ask you again. Tell me what happened, and do not lie to me. Remember the rules around here? No lies, and no love, unless the love is for each other. Remember?”

Simone nodded. We were all nervous. I hoped like hell that Simone just went ahead and told Mama the truth. She obviously knew what had happened. How? I didn't know yet. It didn't make sense to try to figure out how she'd found out. Time was running out, and the truth needed to be spoken. Simone attempted to tackle it first.

“I remember, so here's the truth. You recall that man, Honey, who I told you about? Well, he paid me ten Gs to meet him and have sex with him. I agreed to do it, and I just left the motel where we were. After havin' sex with him, I robbed him. Took his money and credit cards and threatened to tell his wife and shame his name if he told anyone. I know you're against me doin' shit like that, but I saw it as a good opportunity for me to make some more paper. All I was tryin' to do was fill my pockets with more paper.”

Once Simone was done spilling her guts to Mama, she caught us all off guard when she lifted her hand and slapped Simone across the face with the nine millimeter. Simone hit the floor, hard. I gasped loudly and Karrine's hands started to shake. The cracking sound that the gun made against Simone's jaw took every breath out of me. She held her face and squeezed her eyes together. Mama damn sure didn't raise no punks, but what she had done to Simone was considered out of line. Even if it was the partial truth, Mama didn't seem to care.

Her face scrunched as she looked from one of us to the other. “Do y'all think I'm a goddamn fool? Is that what y'all think? What have I done, as a mother, to make you heifers deceive me like y'all did today? Are y'all that fuckin' stupid to believe that I don't know what the fuck y'all have been up to? Well, I do know, and I'm about to change the rules around here until y'all realize who the real bitch in charge around here is.”

Mama looked down at Simone. “Get the fuck up,” she said. “And neither of y'all betta not shed no tears, 'cause if you do, I'ma fuck somebody up again. Mr. Honey was used as a pawn. I had him set yo' ass up, Simone, just to see if you would be stupid enough to leave this house and take your trashy tail somewhere and fuck somebody for cash. I had no idea,” Mama said, and looked at Karrine then at me, “that the two of you would run up into that motel room, doing some Bonnie and Clyde bullshit and rob Honey.” Then Mama lifted her other hand that wasn't holding the gun and slapped the shit out of Karrine. Slapped her so hard that if she'd had any hair on her head, it would've converted it into another style.

Karrine bit down on her lip and glared at Mama behind her narrowed eyes. Mama was already hyped about the other day, so she walked over and stood face to face with Karrine. “Then you had the nerve to pull the trigger and shoot at the motherfucker. Are you a murderer now? Is that what you want to be, Karrine? If you do, tell me now so I can gather all of my precious money that I've made over the years to bail your ass out of jail! Do you want to go to jail?” Spit speckles from Mama's mouth dotted Karrine's face. When she reached up to wipe them, Mama snatched Karrine's hands away from her face. “Answer me, damn it! Do you?”

All Karrine did was move her head from side to side.

“I didn't think so, 'cause jail ain't where yo' black ass wanna be. I've been there already. I know how them bitches get down and it damn sure ain't no picnic. So listen up, ladies.”

Mama stepped back and gave Karrine some breathing room. Her face was still scrunched as she pointed her finger and made her demands.

“Since you bitches think y'all can go around lying to me, the rules will have to change. First off, Honey wants his shit back and, Simone, you gon' have to be the brave, bad bitch you want to be and take all of his shit back to him. He's not too happy about what y'all did, and if he puts his foot in yo' ass, don't come crying back to me. Next, any and all niggas who reach out to y'all on the Internet need to be approved by me. I need access to your bank accounts, and every transaction I need to know who made it and when. There will be no more freedom to do as you wish around here and your money will be put on hold until I feel satisfied enough to give it to you. If y'all want me to treat y'all like I'm a pimp then I fucking will. Lastly, whenever you leave this house, I need to know your whereabouts. There will be no more running in and out of here as you please. If you don't like my new rules, you can always get the hell out. If you make that choice, y'all will never be able to bring y'all asses back here again.”

I was a grown-ass woman. I didn't appreciate the kind of game Mama was playing. That shit wouldn't stick, and by the looks on Karrine's and Simone's faces, I could tell it wasn't going to fly with them either. Yeah, we had made a mistake, a big mistake, by going up into that motel room and robbing that nigga, but it's what we did. Mama knew what kind of women we were, and I didn't get why she was tripping so hard with this nigga Honey. Who exactly was he to her, and why in the fuck would she set up Simone like that anyway?

Mama started to walk away, leaving us confused, angry, and plotting at the same time. She turned before she reached the staircase and halted her steps.

“For the record,” she said, “I'm the only motherfucker on this earth who can and will hurt you. It can be that way sometimes and that's what mothers do, especially when their children get out of line. Y'all put yourselves in a position today that could have costs y'all yo' lives. Don't ever do that shit again because there will be consequences for fucking up, especially when you don't have to. Y'all bitches got it made here, so think before you act next time. That way, Simone, you won't wind up with your own brother's dick in your mouth and slobbering all over his balls. Honey is Ray's youngest son, but had you been honest with me from jump, I could have told you that. Your mistake, not mine.”

Simone held her stomach and rushed off to the bathroom. I stood like electricity had shocked me and Karrine's eyes were so wide that they almost popped out of her head. Mama made her way up the steps, swaying her hips from left to right. She often told us that when you know better you do better. I had hoped so, but there was never any question that my sisters and I always kept ourselves in hella trouble. There was a lot of shit that Mama didn't know about, but if or when she found out, just like today, I expected for the shit to hit the fan.

I had slipped once, fell twice, and bumped my damn head on the floor. When Mama told me that I had fucked my own brother, I almost died. Then, I had the nerve to put his dick inside of my mouth, too. That was downright fucked up. I wondered why she didn't just tell me that Honey was my brother from jump. It didn't make sense for Mama to set me up, just to see if I made moves with the niggas I'd been enticing through video porn. The last motherfucker I went to see in person, his name was Blake. I kind of liked him, but that didn't stop me from robbing him. That little job was handled by me, alone, and I left my sisters out of it. I didn't want them always involved with my dirty work, and I was afraid that they'd tell Mama about how I really got down. It was all about making paper for me, and there was a part of me that was upset because Chyna and Karrine always made more than I did. I mean, video porn took care of us, no doubt, but lining my pockets with paper didn't always stop there for me.

As the baby girl, I had to go the extra mile to get more money any way that I could. I loved that niggas couldn't just have easy access to my body, and the only way they could get to me was by looking at their computer monitors. Or, if I broke the rules and went to meet them. Like I said, that was rare. But if I did meet somebody in person, most likely, they would wind up being one of my victims.

There was no question about it that I loved my sisters and Mama, but some things were left better off not said. I didn't care to share that I'd been fucking this dude named Reno, but he kept putting our business out in the streets. I didn't like it. If my sisters had heard about me hooking up with Reno then I knew he'd been making a lot of noise. I told Chyna and Karrine that Reno was a goddamn liar and I left it at that.

I also told Reno to keep his fucking mouth shut about us, or else I would cut off his balls and shove them in his mouth. He thought I was playing, but I guessed he didn't know me as well as he'd thought. He promised me that he wouldn't say another word to anyone, but I didn't trust him for nothing in the world. The bottom line was there were consequences for niggas who bragged about getting a piece of this pussy and who didn't know when to shut the fuck up. He would never, ever touch me again, and if I could somehow or someway get away with it, I'd shove a Glock in his mouth and silence that nigga for good.

The only other issues I'd had, aside from this new thing with Honey, was from Blake. He used to be a regular. He had been trying to reach me through e-mails for months. He questioned why I'd played him and took $4,000 from his bank account, but that was the easy part. It was like taking candy from a baby that day, and he was mesmerized by my pussy. I seriously put it on him, and as he fell asleep in the hotel room, I took his wallet, stole his checkbook, and wrote myself a fat-ass check that I cashed later that day. I was a little nervous at the bank, but once the cash was in my hand, I was good. I was a risk-taker for sure, and unlike Karrine and Chyna, there were times when I got a thrill out of doing shit like that. It made me feel powerful, and just like my Mama, I loved living on the edge. I hated thirsty-ass niggas, and men like Blake simply deserved what they got. He didn't come out of the coma he was in until the next day, and by that time, the damage had been done. I disappeared, and every time he attempted to reach out to me through e-mails, I deleted them. After a while, I never heard from him again.

That was over four months ago, but as I sat in front of my computer, polishing my toenails red and waiting for my nine o'clock appointment to login, I got an e-mail from Blake, asking if I would respond to him.

I decided to fuck with Blake. I was already in a bad mood from Mama slapping the shit out of me with a gun earlier, and I wasn't looking forward to meeting with my so-called brother, Honey, to return the money and credit cards we had stolen from him. Mama said I had to do it or else. I put my visit to Honey on the schedule for first thing in the morning, and hopefully, by then, he wouldn't be too hot with me for setting his ass up. I figured Chyna or Karrine wouldn't go with me, but I hoped that their night in front of the monitor was going better than mine.

Karrine had a bruise on her face from Mama smacking her, and I suspected that her clients would ask her what had happened. I had a mark on my face too, but after a few dabs of makeup, the bruise was covered up. If anybody just happened to see it and ask what had happened, my response would be that it was none of their business. Chyna was the only one who Mama hadn't laid her hands on, but that wasn't no surprise to us. It would take a lot for Mama to go there with her. It was no secret that Chyna was Mama's favorite.

Chyna had gone to her room around eight o'clock to do her thing, but she seemed upset about Mama's new rules too. Pertaining to her rules, I doubted that any of us would turn our money over to her; I doubted that we would let her know our whereabouts and I doubted that we would seek her approval for the men we connected with through video porn.

Yeah, she was upset about what we'd done, but one goddamn mistake could be forgiven. I was so glad that she was in her bedroom, resting well. Or, at least, I hoped she was.

I replied to Blake:

Blake didn't respond, but minutes later, pretty boy Antonio had logged in and was ready to take a thirty-minute adventure with me. I only charged him $750, because he was a young college student who was getting money from his rich parents. The money was supposed to be spent on books, but he had some serious desires for little ol' me. I loved to toy with him and seeing his sexiness on my monitor always got me hyped about what I was doing.

“What's going on today in your world, sexy?” he asked. Antonio raked his fingers through his wild, curly hair. His thick brows and bronze-colored skin made him look Mexican, but his parents were mixed.

“It's all good, but much better now that you're here.”

Antonio blushed. I knew most of my clients well, and I had learned what to say and what not to say to them. I could tell when they were in shitty moods and needed me to go the extra mile for them, or when they were in good moods and were satisfied with whatever I dished out for the day.

Antonio was in that kind of mood. His favorite thing to watch was me playing with my pussy. I had a ten-inch, deep black dildo that I inserted into me. He loved to see me fuck myself with it.

Antonio didn't talk a lot, but he talked enough. He didn't have to tell me when he was ready for his sexual journey to begin, because I always knew it. His dick would always be in his hand, with Vaseline nearby.

Dressed in a red sheer baby doll negligee and string-tied panties, I stood and exposed my near nakedness on the screen. On Antonio's end, I was sure he could see my hard nipples poking through the sheer fabric of my negligee, and the crotch of my panties were sucked in by my shaved pussy lips. I moved closer to the screen and pulled the crotch section of my panties aside. I dipped two of my fingers inside of me then released a gasping moan into the air, loud enough for him to hear me.

“I want to taste you so badly,” he said softly. “I swear your pussy looks good enough to eat. I wish I could have it for dinner.”

“You can have me for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and for a snack. Just make an appointment.”

Antonio laughed, and speaking the truth, so did I.

With my fingers still deep inside of me, I turned around and displayed my round, near perfect ass to him. There was a small dimple on my right cheek that he loved, and he always mentioned it. I think he was the only client of mine who knew my body inside out. He noticed when I had gotten a tattoo on my wrist that read F
IERCE
and he noticed the rose near my ankle. When I had my coochie hairs shaved into the shape of a butterfly, he noticed that, too. I bent far over, knowing that he could clearly see my fingers play on my pussy like a violin. It wasn't long before my pussy started to rain and heavy glaze iced my fingers.

“I swear I'm about to have a heart attack over here,” he said.

I looked back at the monitor, seeing that his eyes were wide open. He was so focused on what I was doing that he'd let go of his dick, just to watch my performance. It thrilled me to death to be able to excite niggas in such a way. Antonio looked high as fuck and he wasn't coming off that high anytime soon.

Since he was so into it, I brought out the big guns. Well, that meant my big black smooth dilly that I couldn't wait to put into me. It had suction on the bottom, so I was able to prop it up wherever I wanted to. I chose a sidebar on my desk, just so I could turn at the appropriate angle for Antonio to scope the dick sliding in and out of me.

“If you gon' have a heart attack, maybe I need to quit now. Are you sure you can handle this?”

He rushed to speak up. “Yeah, yeah, I can. Go ahead and make it good. Make it real good for me, okay? I need this. My finals are stressing me. You have no idea how much of a stress reliever you are.”

Hell, yes, I knew it. I'd heard that a lot. It was my duty to make sure my clients exited my world relieved of their stress. I touched the head of the dildo and massaged it with K-Y Jelly. I then backed up to it and felt pressure as it parted my pussy lips and spread me wide open. I was already dripping wet from my finger-fucking festivities, but I got even more soaked when I started to back my ass up on the dildo and work it.

It felt like the real deal, so I tightened my eyes and tickled my cherry drop with my thumb. Without looking at Antonio, I could hear his heavy breathing. I knew his dick was now in his hands, so I kept moaning for him to fuck me.

“Mmmm,” I said while licking across my lips. “Get it all in there, Antonio. Slide that dick in there and fuck me hard. Fuck it, baby. Damn, yo' dick is so guuud. I can feel that shit tearin' this pussy up.”

Unfortunately, he wasn't working with much, but I didn't have the guts to insult a paying customer. He was only about six inches and that was pushing it. The size of his dick in no way mattered to me, because my big black boy was handling his business. So much so that I had to pull him out of me and prop him up in the chair. I opened my legs wide and slowly inched my way down on it. The suction held the dick in place, while I used the arms of the chair for leverage and rode the fuck out of the dilly as if it belonged to a real nigga sitting in the chair.

With my legs wide open, Antonio could see the dick going in and out of me. He could see my heavy glaze dripping down on it, and was turned the hell on by my dirty talk that made him stand up and shoot his sperm directly at the monitor. Again, I didn't give a fuck because he was the one who had to clean that shit up. But seeing how excited he was caused me to fake an orgasm.

“Daaaaaamn, Antonio, baaaaby, that dick felt soooo good in my pussy! This pussy is yours, baby, all yours and let me know when you want to fuuuuck again. You know I'll be ready!”

With an exhausted look on his face, he plopped back in his chair. Sweat covered his forehead and his chest heaved in and out. He was out of breath, but I surely didn't know why. That lazy motherfucker hadn't done a thing. I was the one who had done all of the work.

I removed myself from the dildo and teased him more by sucking on it. I thought about how I was going to have to up his price because $750 wasn't enough. I had been too nice to some of these horny motherfuckers. That was why Chyna and Karrine probably made more money than I did.

“You are sooo good to me,” he said with his eyes closed. “I don't think I've ever had a chick be this good to me.”

With the size of his dick, I wasn't sure any chick would claim the same about him. I didn't dare say that either, because I didn't want to fuck up my money. He was one of my regulars, so it was in my best interest to keep him happy. All I did was smile and sit back in the chair with my legs wide open. I rubbed my pretty pussy, which was a for real moneymaker. I took care of it, too, and I minimized the real dicks that I allowed to go into it. Antonio would never get a real feel of it, and since his thirty minutes was almost up, I leaned forward and pressed my red glossy lips against the screen. There was a time when I'd thought about robbing him too, but he was a college student. And even though his parents had money, he didn't. I wasn't going to waste my time meeting up with him, and I definitely knew who my suckers were.

“Muuuah,” I said, puckering at him. “That's for you, handsome. Until next time, be good.”

He nodded. I clicked the X button to shut down the video, and in an instant, he was gone.
Thank God.