11

Crown arrived at the club with Casper around one in the morning. The place was jumping with money flowing and the music blaring.

Magic stood behind the bar trying to help Angel out with the drink orders. His other bartender, Peaches, called out for the night, and he had no one to replace her. Magic was never afraid to step up when needed, so he took matters into his own hands.

Magic turned to see Crown walk in. The pimp was dapper in black slacks, a black silk shirt, polished wingtip shoes, and a black derby. He had on a diamond pinky ring and matching bracelet, and the usual cigar was clutched between his fingers. His long, permed hair fell graciously down to his shoulders underneath the derby. He looked like a gangster and a gentleman.

Casper meekly stood behind Crown in her short denim skirt. Six-inch high heels replaced the Nikes she’d had on earlier, and her tight, sexy top accentuated her breasts. She immediately caught everyone’s attention. She was fresh meat in the club. Niggas stared at her tight figure and couldn’t wait to get a piece of her.

Magic gave a small smile, noticing the sexy new young thing Crown had with him.

“I see Crown got a new girl tonight,” Angel said.

Magic sighed.

Crown looked over at Magic and they locked eyes for a moment. Crown puffed on his cigar before walking over to Magic. Casper was right behind him.

“Damn, shorty is nice,” a nigga was heard saying as Casper moved through the crowd.

“I got a fresh bitch for the club, Magic,” Crown said.

Magic looked at the young girl. “How old is she?”

“Nigga, she old enough to get plenty of money for me and you. You know the routine, Magic: I’ll cut you off a percentage for doin’ business up in here. I know the house gotta get paid too.”

Magic showed no emotion. He just looked at Casper one more time, studying her young, beautiful features. “Just make sure she know how we do things in here.”

Crown nodded. He said to Casper, “We got rules to this shit here, and Cherish will let you know how not to fuck up.”

Casper gave her usual nod.

Crown looked around for Cherish and saw her by the stage working a trick. She was butt-naked in white, patent leather wedge heels and had a fistful of money.

Crown walked over to her with Casper following. Cherish smiled at Crown’s approach, but her smile disappeared when she saw Casper.

“Who that bitch, Crown?” Cherish asked with some attitude.

“This bitch is family now. I want you to take her under your wing and teach her how we do things. Make sure she learns how to get this money, Cherish.”

Cherish sighed loudly.

“Bitch, you got a fuckin’ problem?” Crown snapped.

“No, Daddy. I’m cool,” Cherish replied in a timid tone.

“A’ight then, bitch, you make sure Casper gets this money in this fuckin’ club. Her minimum is five hundred for the night. You understand me, bitch?”

“Yes, Daddy, I understand.”

Crown said to Casper, “Bitch, get dressed and work these niggas in here.”

Casper nodded again.

“You watch her, Cherish,” Crown warned.

Cherish nodded.

As Crown walked away, Cherish asked, “Daddy, can I talk to you?”

Crown turned and took a pull from his cigar. “What, bitch?”

“It’s about Chaos,” she mentioned.

Crown squinted and irritably replied with, “What about that bitch?”

“She broke one of your rules tonight,” Cherish informed.

“What fuckin’ rule?”

“I saw her talking to YB by the bar earlier, before you came in,” she said to him.

“Where that bitch at now?”

“She went to go do a VIP wit’ a trick.”

Crown didn’t say another word and just walked away. Cherish smiled knowing Chaos was in serious trouble with Crown. She violated Crown by even talking to YB when she was forbidden to do so. Since Cherish was Crown’s bottom bitch, she had to make sure she kept her Daddy’s house in order.

Crown went to the VIP area to look for Chaos. YB wasn’t around, but he wasn’t concerned about that nigga right now. He had to check one of his hoes.

He waited by the VIP entrance smoking on his cigar. He wanted to have a word with Chaos and it was going to be harsh. His bitches needed to know that you didn’t fuck with his money or his time.

****

“Ah, shit, ah, shit, Chaos,” Danny moaned, feeling Chaos’s sweet lips wrapped around his short, thick dick.

Danny was one of Chaos’s regulars. He was slumped on the couch with his legs spread. Chaos was on her knees between his thighs sucking him off like the professional she was.

Danny had his eyes closed as Chaos to work her magic on him. She jerked him off and played with the tip of his dick until she felt him harden and then he exploded into the condom. Danny let out a deep sigh after his nut, looking spent.

Chaos wiped her mouth and stood. “You good, right?”

“Hells yeah, I’m good. Shit, Chaos, you be doin’ me right!”

Chaos got dressed. She covered her perky tits and stuffed the money in her G-string. Her olive-colored skin and long jet black hair was dripping with sweat. Danny stood, pulled up his jeans, and tossed the used condom in a nearby wastebasket.

Chaos smiled at him. “You be good and get at me whenever.”

“I sure will,” Danny replied.

It was her third trick turned for the night, and so far her night had been good. She had made over $500 already and was working to bring Crown over a thousand before the night ended.

Chaos had YB on her mind when she headed toward the exit from VIP. Her attire for the night was a sexy, black-and-hot-pink micro-mini skirt with a matching halter top. Her pussy was still feeling sticky and sore from the last trick she fucked, but she was definitely taking care of business and making her ends for the night.

She wore a small smile on her face when she walked back into the main part of the club, which was called the Violator room. That smile quickly disappeared when she saw Crown coming her way with a furious gaze across his face.

Chaos stopped in her tracks, but Crown continued to walk briskly in her direction.

“C’mere, you fuckin’ bitch!” he yelled.

Chaos stood still in horror. Crown grabbed her by her neck, choking her in front of everyone at the club.

“What the fuck I told you about that nigga, YB? Huh, bitch? You wanna fuckin’ disobey me?”

Tears welled in Chaos’s eyes as Crown’s hand squeezed her neck and she began to gag. He pushed her against the wall and smacked the shit out of her. Chaos spit blood and the party stopped for a moment. Everybody saw the scene Crown was causing, but no one attempted to help in any way.

“Baby, Daddy, it was a mistake. I’m sorry, Daddy,” Chaos tried to plead with him.

Crown hit her again. Chaos dropped to the floor and landed on her side. Her lip was busted and dripping blood. She peered up at Crown and begged him to stop, but he kicked her in the stomach. Chaos cringed with pain.

“Magic, please do somethin’ to help her,” Angel pleaded to Magic.

“This muthafucka!” Magic growled.

He didn’t care for Crown or any of his chicks, but he had seen enough and knew that Crown had gone too far. That shit he was pulling on Chaos wasn’t allowed to happen in Magic’s club.

Magic approached Crown with an angry stare, ready to beat him into the ground if he didn’t stop with the bullshit.

“Crown, what the fuck you doing?” Magic shouted.

Crown saw Magic coming his way. His face was twisted with anger and rage, but he stopped beating on Chaos for a moment.

“Magic, this ain’t your fuckin’ business. This is my bitch here, a’ight?”

“Nigga, she in my club, so it is my business,” Magic retorted.

“Magic, just step the fuck off and let me handle my bitches like I always do.”

“Not in here, Crown. You’re out of line, nigga. You take that shit outside; you know my rules, nigga. Take your bitches and get the fuck out my club!” Magic glared at Crown, making sure he got the point.

Crown returned the glare, but knew he couldn’t rise up against Magic in his own spot. Magic kept his composure. He wanted to hit Crown but knew it wasn’t worth it. The way the pimp beat Chaos down got no respect from Magic and a few of his peoples in the club. Everyone else knew that Crown was trouble, so they tried to keep their distance from him. They all knew to fear Crown because of his hired gun, Harlem.

Magic didn’t fear those young niggas. He wanted their business, but in the end, he knew that niggas like Crown and Rufus would eventually become more trouble than they were worth.

Crown turned his attention back to Chaos. She was still on the floor, crying.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up wit’ that crying and get the fuck up,” Crown sternly commanded.

He looked for his other chicks and yelled, “Yo, all my bitches in this fuckin’ club better be dressed within fifteen fuckin’ minutes.”

Cherish stopped what she was doing and pulled Casper off a nigga’s lap. “C’mon, bitch, let’s go.”

She dragged Casper to the dressing room. Midnight got down from the stage and rushed toward the dressing room as well, her tits jiggling with each step.

“Where the fuck is Sweet?” Crown asked.

“She’s doin’ a VIP,” Cherish informed him.

Crown sighed.

Chaos got up and stood submissively next to Crown. She had a black eye to match her busted lip.

“Fuck you and your club, Magic! We out this bitch,” Crown exclaimed.

“Nigga, don’t disrespect me and my place like that ever again,” Magic warned.

Crown let out an annoyed sigh and just looked at Magic. “We’ll soon be seeing a new day, nigga,” Crown shot back.

“Don’t try me, nigga. I’m old, but I could still be a wicked muthafucka in your life.”

Both men exchanged menacing looks. Crown grabbed Chaos by her arm and dragged her out the door. “Wait till we get home, bitch. You ain’t seen shit yet.”

Angel watched Chaos leave with a panicked expression. He felt sorry for her but he knew there wasn’t shit he could do for her. He wished he had YB’s cell phone number. If YB had been around the incident with Chaos and Crown wouldn’t have gotten that far. But YB left way before Crown arrived.

When Crown and his chicks left, Magic shouted to the DJ, “Yo, now that the trash is out, turn my music back on.”

The DJ started playing Jay-Z to ease the crowd’s mood.