Brooklyn Brothel Page 12

  “Take what you like,” she told me.

  I did just that and made my way up to 2A, where I took the bed where my one-time lover, Sasha, once laid. I thought about her a few times back in Pittsburgh, but realized she wanted too much of me. My eyes scanned the room, checkin’ out the beds, and how many seemed occupied. All the otha girls were in 2C makin’ money while I had the room to myself. I unpacked my stuff and chose my outfit for the night. It was a black, form-fittin’ one-piece outfit with a flirtatious split up the side of the bottom part of the short get-up. I laid everything out perfectly on the bed, then hopped in the shower. It was crazy how I felt so at ease.

  I lathered my body with my almond scented Victoria Secret lotion, and sang Beyonce’s song Crazy In Love as if I were really in love. Ha! I made fun of myself. Who was gonna love me now? I thought about Mike for a minute or so, but the reality was, it didn’t matter. I was away from ol’boy and ready to get what I deserved. Money!

  Once I got out, I took extra time makin’ sure everything smelled perfect, especially my treasure chest. I even sniffed it one time, and dipped my finger inside for a taste. Then I moved to my face. A little foundation was added to give me an extra glow, along with some bright red lip stick. On normal occasions, I woulda stuck with just the lip stick, but tonight called for drastic measures; lip liner, gloss, the works. I wanted to be seen instantly.

  My game face was on strong when I entered 2C. When I walked in, all eyes focused on me. There were only three bodies in the room, so I assumed the othas were fuckin’. With a quick scan of the room, no faces were recognized, which allowed me to really show off my new and improved attitude to the new girls. There was one fat bitch standin’ near the window starin’ me down. I stared back at her, but kept my distance. There wasn’t enough fight left in me after what I’d gone through with Bo. So I waltzed ova to the love seat and sat next to a beautiful, slender dark-skinned chick. Her long hair was screaming-weave! It was pretty though, lengthy for the most part except for her bangs front and center. She seemed nervous so I had to represent as a veteran of Betty’s place.

  “I’m Co-Co…and you are?” I extended my hand with extra confidence.

  “Megan,” she replied.

  “Megan? That sounds so white.” I turned my head as if Megan no longer existed, and pulled my miniature pack of baby wipes from my garter belt. I felt so assured that the first guy I saw would be mine. With so many plans for the money made while at Betty’s, it was imperative that I showed up the otha girls in the room.

  My new attitude seemed to work well until Angel exited one of the rooms to the far left. As usual, her hair had been whipped up into a bun, but she’d added a lil’ spice by allowing a few curls to dangle down near her ear. She looked shocked to see me, and I acted as if I’d neva seen her before.

  “So, you’re back, huh?” she asked me.

  Before I could even respond, a tall man, nearly six feet seven came bargin’ through the door. His beard looked scruffy, unkempt, and badly in need of a trim. I saw Serita suddenly pop her head inside the door givin’ us a sign with her fingers that he had money. We all jumped up, lined up side-by-side, and gave our best poses.

  I fluffed my wig, all along checkin’ out Megan’s weave. I hated to admit it, but it looked damn good. I wanted to play around with my fake shit a lil’ more but the flavor of the hour stood two feet in front of me.

  “You and you,” he snapped.

  I knew he’d just pointed to me like I was beneath him, but my expression asked the question- did he just say both of us?

  I looked at Angel, who acted as if she hated me. I rushed to hop in front of our paycheck showin’ him that I was in charge. I had neva had a threesome before, but as long as he was payin’ I didn’t give a fuck. I grabbed his hand softly, and rubbed the palm of my hand against his chest. As I led them both to the room, I asked playboy his name.

  “Hassan,” he answered sharply.

  That was the crazy thing about New York. It was definitely a fuckin’ meltin’ pot. We got’em all- black, white, Asian, Italian, Puerto Rican, etc. I didn’t know what Hassan was. He appeared to be black, but dressed a lil’ suspect.

  Once inside the room, my eyes zoomed in on his sandals. They were weird, almost Roman. Strangely, he had on a pair of stylish jeans, and an up-to-date polo styled shirt.

  “So what’cha asking for, Daddy?” Angel asked tryna out-shine me.

  “I wanna be treated like a King. I’m Muslim…got two wives already. But it’s simply not enough. Give me the works,” he ended, then pulled his shirt ova his head.

  His chest, a damn six pack, had me drooling at the mouth. I stood there tryna figure out how everything was gonna go down, while Angel attacked his belt buckle with her teeth.

  “That’ll be three hundred to sex us both,” Angel announced between growls.

  “How you gonna decide for me?” I barked at her.

  “Oh yeah…fight… I like it.” Hassan grinned.

  “Okay, how much then, Co-Co?” Angel countered.

  “I want two-hundred for myself and if I gotta touch her, an extra one-fifty,” I replied.

  Hassan showed us that he agreed by the way he dropped his pants and stepped outta them leavin’ his balls swingin’ like a lost chimpanzee. Angel just rolled her eyes hatin’ the fact that I was makin’ moves.

  “Ladies, let me make something clear…I have two wives at home, so I’m used to getting what I want when I want it.” He smiled. “So if I’m here, I want even better service than I get a home. Agreed?”

  Angel nodded. I didn’t, but knowin’ the amount of money at stake, we didn’t hesitate to get down to business. There was no time for cattiness; it was all about makin’ paper. Before I knew it, me and Angel both had stripped down to our thongs and four inch heels, waitin’ for instructions from our Muslim master.

  Makin’ the first move, I sashayed ova to the bed where Hassan sat with his ten inches in his hand. “Damn Daddy, you sure workin’ wit a big stick. Let me taste it.”

  Quickly I dropped to my knees and took the big shaft into my mouth. Hassan looked down as he watched his dick disappear, then looked ova at Angel, I assumed wonderin’ how she would top my work.

  Scratchin’ his scruffy beard, Hassan grunted, “Ahhhhhh.”

  He grabbed the back of my head roughly as his erection made its way to the back of my throat. I looked up at him and massaged his balls while suckin’ him off.

  Angel refused to be left out. She stood off to the side fingerin’ herself, and mufflin’ under her breath. I guess it was an attempt to divert Hassan’s attention.

  “This bitch tryna show off,” I warned myself. “She aint got nothing on this pussy,” I chanted.

  Angel kicked off her hot pink thongs and stood with her legs spread open, rubbin’ her hardened nipples between her fingers. Her pussy was clean shaven with the exception of a small narrow patch that reminded me of a landin’ strip. Hassan was hypnotized as he watched Angel rub her clit with increased speed.

  “I want you. Now!” Hassan demanded by tappin’ on the bed where he wanted Angel to lay. “Get on your knees so I can fuck the hell out of you.” Hassan was demandin’, as he was used to havin’ things his way with his women and expected no less in this situation, especially since he was payin’ for it.

  Angel did as she was told and Hassan slapped on a condom then climbed on the bed behind her. He entered Angel with force and began to pound into her.

  “Ahhh, damn. Yeah, give me that pussy. Ahhh, yeah just like that.”

  Angel threw that ass to him. I had to give it to her, she definitely knew how to work it. But Hassan wasn’t completely satisfied, he wanted more action. He looked at me who was still pissed from him choosin’ Angel for the moment. He kept slippin’ his tongue from his mouth in my direction.

  I was willin’ to stand by patiently, just waitin’ for my turn until he snapped his fingers at me vigorously.

  “Hey you, come lie down and let her eat that pus
sy while I fuck her.”

  I gave him a look that said, “Are you fuckin’ crazy?”

  Angel responded with just as much attitude and in between breaths from being fucked roughly, “Baby, I don’t do girls and girls don’t do me. Sorry.”

  “Whatever, for another two hundred each I bet you will do whatever the fuck I ask,” Hassan replied.

  He knew that he would get what he wanted.

  I still didn’t budge.

  Shockingly, Angel spoke up. “Dammit, Co-Co, come lay your ass on this bed and lemme eat that pussy. Shit, girl he spending for this.”

  I sucked my teeth and thought of Carlton. Then I thought about how much money I needed to make before the end of the week. If all things went well, maybe we’d convince Hassan to come back before the week was out.

  I snapped from my thoughts when I heard our master’s fingers snappin’, again. I rushed toward Angel and our oppressor for the hour. I laid down on the bed spread eagle inches from Angel’s face. Without hesitation, she drove her warm tongue straight into my clit, flickerin’ back and forth and givin’ little sucks in between. I couldn’t deny the fact that Angel was good, but she wasn’t better than Sasha. Even if I wanted to pretend, my pussy started throbbin’, so I started grindin’ my ass into Angel’s face.

  Hassan had found his new spot, deep inside Angel’s ass. I could see him poundin’ but couldn’t focus ’cause all I wanted was for Angel’s tongue to reach deeper and deeper into my pussy.

  I slipped with my own tongue and moaned…“Oooh yeah…. Damn Angel, that shit feels so good.”

  Angel smirked and feasted harder.

  Hassan enjoyed watchin’ the sight before him and began to bang against Angel’s ass with such force, the headboard slammed against the wall makin’ chip markings in the paint.

  Just when I thought I was about to explode all ova Angel’s face, Hassan pushed Angel off of me. I was pissed!

  “Okay, enough of that,” he demanded. “I want you both to suck my dick until I cum all over your faces.”

  “Together?” We both questioned him at the same time.

  Hassan pulled at his long thick beard, and looked at us with disturbin’ eyes.

  “I get what I want! A hundred extra each and I nut all over them beautiful faces.”

  It’s all about the money, I told myself. I whined sexily, “Oh yeah baby, squirt it all ova.”

  Angel nodded her agreement hesitantly.

  Hassan sat on the corner of the bed, with his manhood standin’ erect like a chocolate monument. I took charge, knelt before him first, looked up at him as I took his rock hard stick into my hands. I guided his penis into my mouth and began to work my magic. He moaned in ecstasy as my tongue danced on the head of his dick.

  “Damn baby, you sure know how to suck a dick. I wanna fuck your face,” he told me.

  And that he did as he grabbed my head and began to thrust in and out of my mouth. Angel wasn’t going to allow me to show her out, or out-do her in no way. She decided to join in. Angel knelt beside me movin’ me aside a bit. I guess fightin’ was outta the question since I had his dick in my mouth.

  “Take turns!” Hassan shouted.

  He pointed his finger in a crazy motion tellin’ me to move the fuck ova. On all fours, we took turns drenchin’ his shaft with our saliva. It was almost as if we were competin’ to see who could make Hassan cum first. Of course he enjoyed watchin’ us play tug of war with his stick.

  As Hassan began to jerk his dick, we remained on our knees like puppies. On the inside it was a disgrace for me to be in this position, but I kept in mind the financial increase this trick would bring.

  Meanwhile, Hassan was bustin’ a sweat, jerkin’ harder and harder.

  “Ahhh yeah, get this. Get this fucking cum!” he yelled.

  Within seconds his hot cream poured onto both of our faces. He let out a sigh of gratification as his legs shivered. Without even wipin’ his dick, he jumped up, put on his pants, and acted like he hadn’t been in the room with us for the last thirty minutes. Within seconds, he tossed a roll of money onto the floor where Angel and I sat in disgrace.

  “Thanks, ladies,” was all Hassan spoke before the door shut behind him.

  Angel reached ova to the cabinet where she grabbed one of Betty’s nasty-ass towels to clean her face. I looked at her like she was crazy. While Angel cleaned her face, I quickly scuffled up the bills crumbled on the floor and unrolled the twisted bills. My mouth hung in shock. A total of twelve hundred seemed to be the count. I broke Angel off with her six hundred and stuffed my cut into my bra. I smiled while whippin’ out my baby wipes. I thought about offerin’ Angel one, then quickly changed my mind.

  By the end of the night, I’d snagged one last guy, a thuggish dude from Queens. He was raunchy lookin’, and fucked like a young jack rabbit. It was cool with me, whip-bam-boom, and we were done. He only gave me one fifty, no tip. Cheap muthafucka.

  I walked his ass out of 2C sweet talkin’ in his ear about how I wanted him to check me out when he came back. It tripped me out how I kept massagin’ his back, and tellin’ him shit he wanted to hear. Lies…all lies. For real, my talk game was already gettin’ better and I’d only been back to work one day.

  I even walked dude to the bottom of the stairs ’cause I wanted to use the phone to call Tony. I’d only made $750 for the day, and needed Tony to drop by as soon as possible so he could lace my pockets. When we made it to the last steps, our faithful friends in the black suits stepped aside and made sure everythin’ was okay with me.

  “Oh, I’m just gonna check Betty for a minute. I need to use the phone.”

  I knocked on her door with one quick knock, and heard her say, “Come in” instantly. I pushed the door open and almost choked. Betty stood at the window in sadness, blowin’ circles of smoke all alone.

  “Betty, you okay?”

  “Sure. I’m fine. This is what I do,” she said in a solemn tone.

  She seemed different from the happy-go-lucky Betty that I’d seen earlier. Her face showed worry, and it seemed sorta weird how she kept peepin’ from the curtains.

  “How’d you do tonight?”

  “Pretty good. Didn’t make my quota though. Gotta get warmed up… I guess.”

  She hit me with the,”Umph.”

  “Must’ve been a good night for you,” I joked…’cause you puffin’ the hell outta that cigar.”

  She gave me a dry smile then asked, “So what can I do for you?” She pulled the curtain back slightly to examine the block again.

  “I just need to use the phone,” I told her.

  “Now you getting too comfortable girl,” she uttered firmly. “Who you callin’?”

  “A potential client. A big payin’ client,” I added. “He told me to let’em know the moment I got back in town.”

  “Shit, in that case go ‘head,” she said blowin’ more smoke. “Call’em. He’d better be here tomorrow greasin’ your palm.”

  I pulled my slip of paper with Tony’s number on it from my bra. As soon as the first button was hit, I wondered if callin’ him in front of Betty was a good move. She gazed down my throat waitin’ for me to say the first word. When Tony answered, he sounded pretty groggy.

  “Hey, sexy. You sleep?”

  “Ahhh…not really.”

  “Okay…you got ten seconds to sound like you’re happy to hear from me,” I ordered. “I’m here in Brooklyn; ready to cash in on all the dreams you’ve been sellin’ me ova the phone.”

  Tony remained silent.

  “You told me to call, remember.” I looked ova at Betty who hadn’t taken her eyes off of me.

  “Ayyite…I see you follow instructions well. So come see me in the morning. I’m tied up.”

  “Where?” I asked, even though he sounded like he was blowin’ me off.

  He started rattlin’ off the address faster than I could remember. I tried my best to hang onto every word ’cause I couldn’t ask Betty for a pen to write the address. Before I
knew it, Tony had finished with me. He hung up without even a goodbye. Quickly, I said my goodnights to Betty and rushed upstairs to jot down the address to Tony’s office. I hit the sack early without talkin’ to any of the girls ’cause I had planned on gettin’ to my new man’s spot by nine a.m.

  Chapter 13

  By nine a.m., I was dressed and seemed to bounce my way down the staircase thinkin’ ’bout my visit with Tony. I felt fly with my half-wig pulled back into a cute ponytail, along with a white, tight v-neck shirt that resembled a cheerleader tunic. For some reason, I’d decided to wear my expensive pearls which really didn’t go with my teenage look for the day. They draped low, stoppin’ at the tip of the number fourteen sewn into the shirt. It seemed like my gear was perfect, even down to my slip on one-inch heels. My jean skirt was short, but sexy and would hopefully make Tony feel like he was back in high school. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that I’d have to take a cab to Long Island. Although only about thirty minutes away, I knew the ride would probably cost me close to fifty bucks. I knew Tony had an office in both Brooklyn and Jersey, but neva knew about the one in Long Island until he gave me the address the night before.

  When I reached the front door, surprisingly a friendly face greeted me. Mike stood with an awkward expression, almost obsessive. Damn, I liked Mike, but he was playin’ me too close.

  “Well, just who I wanted to see,” he announced with his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

  “What’s up, Mike?”

  “You.”

  Damn, I said to myself.

  He seemed different, even soft-spoken…almost like he wanted to kidnap me and steal me from Betty. He gave me the once ova then rocked his head back and forth like he was pleased with what I wore. I opened my purse and pulled out my shades hopin’ to keep Mike from seein’ what I felt in my eyes. Fear of being wanted by a good man.