16

Sweet was dressed for the night in a flimsy ruffled skirt set that showed more skin than clothing and clear stilettos. Crown had them going out to make money for him, but Chaos was still on house arrest.

A week had passed since the YB incident and Chaos’s beating. Both ladies were keeping Sweet’s pregnancy a secret until they felt the time was right. Chaos was healing from her wounds and turning tricks in the bedroom, while the other ladies left at night and returned in the wee hours of the morning.

It was a balmy Saturday evening and Sweet strutted out of the house with the rest of the girls toward the parked Escalade in the driveway. Cherish guided them to the ride like they were a herd.

“C’mon! Y’all bitches hurry the fuck up so we can get to the club and make our Daddy this money,” she shouted.

Before Sweet got into the truck, she looked up at the window of Chaos’s bedroom and felt some sorrow that she had been confined in the house for over a week as if she was young child.

“Sweet! You deaf, bitch? Get in the fuckin’ truck!” Cherish screamed.

Sweet jumped into the truck and squeezed next to the new girl, Casper. Crown walked out the house with the usual cigar clutched between his fingers. He wore a black Nike velour sweat suit with white trim and fresh new Adidas sneakers. Cherish had braided his hair earlier, and it gave him a thuggish look.

Before Crown got into the truck, he pulled out his cell phone and called Harlem. “Yo, we on our way over to Magic’s spot. He said it was cool to come back down and have my chicks work his club. But I want you around the area, just in case shit pops off ugly.”

“A’ight. Ain’t no thang,” Harlem replied.

Crown hung up, got into the truck, and drove off. He left Toy-T in charge to watch over Chaos. He’d advised his cousin, “If that bitch tries to try you, you get ugly on that bitch. Work that ho tonight, Toy-T.” Crown took one last pull from the cigar and tossed it out the window.

Toy-T was a young pimp in training and Crown passed his bitch off to him to learn for the night. Toy-T nodded with a cunning smile.

Chaos looked out the bedroom window at the Escalade pulling out the driveway. She let out a tense sigh and sat on the bed. She knew Crown left Toy-T in the house to watch over her and she hated to be alone with him. Toy-T was a pervert and an asshole and she felt very uncomfortable around him. She looked at the time and saw that it was fifteen minutes after ten. She sat around in some black coochie-cutting shorts and a loose T-shirt with her hair pulled back into a long ponytail.

For a moment, Chaos thought about being back home in the Bronx again and thought about what some of her peoples were probably up to. It had been two years since she left and she knew a lot had probably changed. Then her mind drifted to YB. For a long while, she yearned to feel his touch and wondered what it would be like to fuck him. She wanted to be with him physically and she dreamed about YB being her knight and rescue her from the evil dragon—Crown—that had her locked up in the tower. But then Chaos snapped back to reality. She knew that she was far from being a princess and her world was no fairytale. She was only twenty years old, but in the past two years, it felt like she aged thirty years. She had experienced things that no other twenty-year-old girl should see. The nickname that her mother gave her at birth fit her life perfectly; her life was chaos.

Chaos sat back against the bed with tears trickling down her face. Her back was healing a lot and she had managed to stay on Crown’s good side for the week, mostly doing what she was told and making money for her pimp even though she was on house arrest.

She sat alone for a half hour thinking to herself and enjoying the solitude. She walked over to the window again and peered out at the quiet, tree-lined street. Even though the place looked like paradise, she knew it was far from it. The house was decorated for a family but only sex, pain, and misery existed there. Crown had tricks coming in and out of the house on the regular and the neighbors ignored his illegal action with the girls. They feared him and knew it was best to keep out of the man’s business.

Chaos continued to stare out the window until she heard, “Bitch, you need to hurry up and change.”

She turned to see Toy-T staring at her with a lustful smile. He was shirtless, exposing his bird-looking chest. A tattoo of a skeleton and two guns graced the right side of his chest. He was slim, about 5’9”, and looked like a punk, but everyone respected him because he was Crown’s cousin.

“Bitch, Crown left me in charge of you for the night and we need to have some fun. I called up some of my peoples, so let’s get this night poppin’,” Toy-T continued.

He remained standing in the doorway, undressing Chaos with his eyes. She was quiet for a moment, feeling her heart racing. “Nigga, can I change in private?” she snapped.

Toy-T smiled. “Nah, bitch, you don’t get that privilege. I gotta see what you’re workin’ with.”

Chaos let out an aggravated sigh.

“Bitch, I know you ain’t tryin’ to catch no attitude up in here! Don’t forget where the fuck you at. Now hurry up and get dressed so my niggas can spend some money up in here.”

Chaos knew that it was no point in talking to the young, dumb nigga. Even though she was uncomfortable changing clothes in front of him she had no choice. Besides, it wasn’t like niggas never saw her naked. She stood and quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head. Her perfectly sized tits came into full view and Toy-T licked his lips. She unbuckled and unzipped her shorts and pulled them down, showing him that she had no panties on.

Toy-T’s dick started to harden. Chaos had the body of a goddess with her trimmed mound, thin waistline and phat ass.

“You happy?” Chaos said to him sarcastically.

Toy-T just stared at her, thinking about pussy.

Chaos went over to one of her drawers and removed some clothes. She knew that when turning tricks, it would be easier to put on something that had easy access to the pussy.

She tossed a skimpy denim skirt and a tight white T-shirt onto the bed. She wouldn’t be wearing any panties or a bra. Chaos was about to put on the skirt when Toy-T said, “Nah, don’t do that yet.”

He was rubbing his dick through his jeans and had the look of a horny animal.

“Excuse me?” Chaos replied with a look of bewilderment.

“I’m sayin’, let’s you and me have some fun first.” Toy-T said. He stepped farther into the room and closed the door behind him.

Chaos kept her face blank, knowing what to expect from the young pervert. She stood near her bed and watched Toy-T unzip his jeans.

“I’m supposed to work tonight, not fuck for free,” she told him.

“Bitch, you work for me too and what’s Crown’s is mine,” he retorted. He stood in front her and slowly cupped her tits and began groping her ass. “You know I love me an older bitch.”

Toy-T was a pussy-craving nigga. Chaos and Sweet were the only chicks he hadn’t fucked yet. He got to the new girl Casper because her mind was already brainwashed. Cherish took the initiative in fucking him because he was kin to Crown and Cherish was just a chickenhead like that.

Toy-T had always had his eye on Chaos. She was the only one he had a strong yearning for. Girls came and went over the years and Toy-T ran through most of them. Chaos, for some reason, was hard to get and she was one of Crown’s favorites.

“Chill, bitch, and let me get this,” he said calmly as he continued to fondle Chaos.

Chaos closed her eyes and even though it wasn’t anything new to her, she felt violated. The nigga was only seventeen, wasn’t paying for it, and he treated her like she was shit. She felt that she had to go along with Toy-T’s lust for her because one bad word to Crown and she would have to endure Crown’s violent abuse again. She feared going down into that basement.

Toy-T began sucking on her neck and ran his hand in between her thighs, grabbing her pussy. She was far from wet and his breath stank. It felt like she was with an octopus because the nigga’s hands were everywhere. Suddenly, Toy-T pushed her down on the bed, on her back. He chuckled and pulled down his jeans and boxers.

Chaos was somewhat relieved that he wasn’t blessed in the jeans like Crown. Toy-T was small. He was already hard and only about five inches and looked like a short #2 pencil.

Toy-T stroked what he tried to call a dick and said, “C’mere. I want you to suck my dick.”

Chaos positioned herself in front of him. She tried gripping his tiny erection the best she could and slowly began sucking his dick. Toy-T moaned at the feeling of her thick, glossy lips wrapped around his short dick. He grabbed the back of her head and said, “Damn, I wanted this. You feel so good.”

Shortly thereafter, he pushed Chaos back down on the bed and stepped completely out of his jeans. He was about to climb on top of her and do his business but Chaos told him to get a condom. Toy-T was against it.

“I want to feel that pussy raw, yo,” Toy-T exclaimed.

“If I get pregnant you know there’ gonna be hell to pay with Crown,” Chaos said to him.

Toy-T tried to roll on a Magnum but it was baggy. He climbed between Chaos’s thick thighs and pushed himself into her with the loose condom. Chaos felt nothing as he fucked her but Toy-T was having the time of his life. He thrust into her while sucking on her nipples and kissing her neck. A minute later, it was all over. He came, pulled out, and fell over on his back. Chaos wanted to laugh but she started to cry. She felt like this nigga treated her like a bathroom and took a huge shit on her. It was one thing to turn tricks in the club and on the streets, but to have kin of Crown fuck her like he owned her took her someplace that she didn’t want to be. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was nothing but a sperm catcher and a piece of meat. Crown talked all that shit about everyone being family and her being beautiful and well taken care of, but by the end of the day, it was all bullshit. She was nothing but his property; slavery wasn’t over for her yet.

Toy-T got out of bed and put his jeans back on. He looked over at Chaos and said, “Bitch, hurry up and get dressed. I got my niggas Jumbo and Danny coming by to do some business wit’ you. Crown said to charge them niggas two hundred a pop.”

Toy-T smiled and felt very satisfied. He knew her pussy was good even though it was over quickly. He knew that he was the shit.

Chaos sat up, dried away her tears, and reached for her skirt. She now understood that it was now or never for her and Sweet to finally leave the house. They had come up with a plan to get back at Crown but needed YB’s help to make it happen. They needed a nigga like YB who wasn’t scared of Crown or Harlem to pull off what they had in mind.

Chaos was finally tired of her life. And now that Sweet was pregnant, it was a do-or-die situation for both ladies.