It wasn’t long before Trinity viewed Maggie as her strongest competition. Her temperament toward Maggie turned foul overnight. Rock had yet to make Trinity the boss on the streets, and Trinity’s competitiveness spurred her to put Maggie down as often as possible.
“Listen, bitch! I showed you how to make money on these here sidewalks. You know damn right well who my regular customers are, and I expect you to back the fuck off my johns,” Trinity told her. Several other hookers were watching, waiting for a fight.
“I’m sorry, Trinity. It’s not my fault. I haven’t even offered to go on dates with them. Your regulars have been asking me. If they’re asking, I can’t refuse. If Armando or Rock found out I turned a john down, you know what they’d do to me,” Maggie explained, hoping for understanding.
“What Armando or Rock do to you ain’t nothin’ compared to what I’m gonna do to ya if you keep stealing my johns,” Trinity spat. Then she shoved Maggie in the chest, knocking her to the ground, and spit on her as she strutted toward an approaching car in her “fuck me” pumps, swinging her round hips from side to side. She leaned into the open car window to show the man her voluptuous cleavage and smiled with all the teeth left in her rotted mouth. “Hey, baby, you wanna go on a date with Trinity?” she breathed.
“Is Trinity that girl over there?” the man asked, pointing at Maggie.
“No, motherfucker, I’m Trinity,” she said in a shrill voice.
“Oh, well then, no. I want a date with that little vixen,” he told her and pulled his car up to where Maggie was standing.
Maggie looked over at Trinity nervously.
The man looked her up and down. “How much?”
“I only give hand jobs. Fifteen bucks,” Maggie told him.
“Only hand jobs? What the fuck is with that? I was looking for regular sex,” he said, annoyed.
“Sorry, baby. Come back if you decide you want a hand job, OK?” Maggie offered.
The man put the car in drive and left. As soon as he was gone, Maggie began to walk in the direction opposite of where Trinity stood. She recognized that her “mentor” was in the kind of mood that would get her a hearty ass-kicking. Maggie was several blocks away, talking to another customer, when the same man came back around and spotted Trinity again. “Hey, you!” he yelled out the car window.
Trinity looked up from lighting a cigarette. Then she strolled toward his car as if she was in no hurry and completely disinterested. She bent down to look at the man. “Yeah, what cha want? I thought you wanted some of that white meat. Now you’re back ’cause everyone knows dark meat is tastier than that nasty, dry, white meat,” she chastised.
“Yeah, whatever. How much for regular sex?” he asked.
“Fifty bucks,” she told him.
“Fifty bucks? Is your pussy made of gold or something?”
“What the fuck? You think you gonna get this shit for free?” she said with a dramatic wave of her hand across her chest and between her legs.
“OK, but I want it to last awhile for that much dough,” he told her.
“Baby, ain’t no man can last long with Trinity. You can move slow all you want. Ain’t nothin’ gonna stop you from blowing a load the minute you’re between my sweet black legs,” she said, trying to be seductive.
Trinity got into the man’s car and they drove down Kensington Avenue. The john parked under the train tracks. Drug addicts and alcoholics stood around, stoking fires in large metal barrels. “OK, let’s get in the backseat. It’s too fucking cold outside,” the man told her.
Six minutes later, they were finished. “I told ya, no one gonna last a long time wit’ me,” Trinity said, beaming in his direction. “Can you drive me back down to where we met, baby?”
“What do you think I am? Your fucking chauffeur? Get the hell outta my car, you crazy whore! You and that other whore, there’s something wrong with both of ya!” he told Trinity.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ us. There’s somethin’ wrong wit’ you!” Trinity argued. “I did exactly what ya wanted me to do, and I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ’bout with the other girl. Ya left her ass and came crawlin’ back to me,” she announced victoriously.
“Ha! Is that what you think happened? Nah, that ain’t it at all. That little white bitch only gives hand jobs. The only reason I came back for your skank ass is because I didn’t want no hand job; I wanted sex. Now get the fuck outta my car,” he hollered.
Without another word, Trinity got out of the car and slammed the door shut. So that’s what the bitch has been doing, Trinity thought as she stomped her way back home. The bitch is selling hand jobs for cheap and stealing all of my business. Just wait until Armando and Rock find out! She reveled in the idea of Maggie getting what she deserved.