CHAPTER ONE

TASHA ‘DOM’

 

POST OFFICE

 

Ericka got the prettiest titties I’ve ever wanted to lick. Not too big, not tiny, just right. The way she pressing ‘em on this counter, while she fills out the paperwork to stop her mail temporarily, makes ‘em look edible. She’s goin’ out of town for a week and doesn’t want to get loaded with junk mail.

 

“What you looking at, Tasha?” She asked moving her hair to the side so I could get a better view. The sparkle from her Rolex watch slapping me in the face. Luckily the post office was empty because we would definitely be getting unwanted stares. “Don’t eye ‘em if you not gonna get with me. You know all you have to do is say the word.”

 

I chuckled and scratched my short curly hair. “You goin’ hard ain’t you?” I paused. “All out in the open and shit.”

 

“No harder than normal.” She shrugged. “I figure if I keep trying then maybe…you’d come get this pussy.”

 

“She might not be with it, but I am,” my sister, Crystal, said eying her like she was the last meal. Although she was gay too, she didn’t look like the type to move so hard. Her body and face said she was the girl of a trap nigga’s dreams, but her attitude was that of a dude.

My sister worked with me in the post office. Why? Because for whatever reason we did everything together. It was also the longest job we ever had or wanted to have. And since the post office was new because it’s in a new housing development in Atlanta, customers hardly ever came. That’ll change when they sell more units. This works especially considering we have another hustle that keeps paper in our pockets.

 

The development, Porter Estates, had homes worth five hundred thousand dollars or more, which meant they brought people with money. And considering my sister and me lived in Adamsville, a hood in Atlanta, which was far removed from this place, we felt like we were in a different world. And yet here we were.

 

“Sorry, Crystal, you cute and all, but I don’t do fems.” She winked and eyed my sister’s curves. “But you are a bad bitch though.” She licked her lips. “Ain’t no denying that.”

 

Crystal winked. “Tell me something I don‘t know already,” Crystal switched away in her blue uniform pants that I told her were too tight because they showed off her ass.

When Ericka’s done filling out the form, she slid it over and touched the top of my hand. “You gonna be mine, Tasha. Trust me. I’m willing to play this game as long as you but it’s getting a bit old already. Let’s get together and make this thing official.”

 

“All I can say is we’ll see.” I said while entering the information in the computer to pause her mail. “So when you leaving?”

 

She looked at the watch again. “I’m goin’ to the airport now,” she touched my hand again while I was typing. “But I know what would make my trip nicer, if you packed a bag and came with.” She leaned over the counter again to show me her cleavage. As if I didn’t get a good look the first time. “You wouldn’t have to pay for shit, Tasha. I promise.”

 

“I wish I could.” I lied. “But I got something to do later. Who knows what the future holds though.”

 

She frowned. “Let me guess, it’s because of your little girlfriend Nikki.” She rolled her eyes and stood up straight, crossing her arms over her chest. “I wish you dump that child and get with a real bitch. She can’t be licking you right.” She ran her hand through my short curly hair. “Because you still look so uptight.”

 

“Nikki does me just fine in the bedroom, Ericka.” I paused, not feeling like this conversation again. “And anything I do decide to do on the side with you, won’t concern her so stop saying her name.”

 

She frowned like I did something wrong to her. “Why you so serious about her then? You in love ain’t you?”

 

I eyed her seriously. “Didn’t I say that’s my business? One of the reasons I could never fuck with you is ‘cause you don’t listen. You may have that house in Porter Estates but that don’t make you better.”

 

See that’s the shit I hate ‘bout these females out here. Instead of enjoying whatever we got goin’ on they like to bring my bitch’s name up. I don’t care how bad a bitch is they will never make me leave Nikki.

 

It’s like this. I fuck these broads out here for a purpose. To see what they can give to me. Unlike my sister who even though she got a girlfriend too likes bumping pussies so much her clit rubbing off. For Crystal all you had to do is have a pretty face, be Fem or Dom and she’s jumping in. It ain’t the same for me. I’m serious about my relationship.

 

Plus it’s nothing out here for real. While Ericka is a cutie on the outside, Nikki’s GOALS all around. She’s sexy, smart, and proved she was down for me in more ways than I can count. If I ever do settle down and marry a bitch, which I can’t see right now, she gonna be the one.

 

“One of these days I’m gonna get at that pussy and you gonna fall in love.” She exhaled deeply. “I’m single anyway so I don’t have nothing but time. Mark my words.”

 

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer if you watch that mouth,” I winked. “Maybe.”

 

“Yeah, whatever.” She rolled her eyes and walked out the post office.

 

After she left I looked at the clock and locked the door. We’re not supposed to shut down so early but most of the customers haven’t moved into their homes yet and our boss didn’t mind us leaving a few minutes early. Well, at least that’s what we think. He never really said anything either which way.

 

While I was closing my register my sister came out the mailroom with her hair flowing down her back. She was also wearing black jeans and a black hoodie. Although we got the same father, she’s shorter with long black hair and I’m six feet with curly black hair. Since I’m tall and lanky like a basketball player I knew I was supposed to be with women but Crystal could have any man she wanted, except she didn’t want none of them.

 

People were always amazed when they found out that both of our parents’ daughters were gay. From what I hear the chances of it happening are slim but it’s still our story. It made shit worse when Crystal came out before me even though I looked more like a lesbian than her. Still, its our lives and after some time people got used to it. Well, some people. My mother who was crazy as fuck seemed to be okay with it but my father left shortly after I came out. And I always wondered if it was because he was embarrassed of us.

 

As I closed down for the night I realized something else was on my mind. My sister always thought we would grow old together, which is why she did females wrong out in the streets, but I was tired of the life we were living. And there was something else I wanted to rap to her about later too.

 

I was tired of living in Adamsville and I was thinking about leaving the house that we still lived in with our mother to move out of state, maybe even to Houston. This was gonna send Crystal off the rails because she said one thing to me every chance she got. “As long as I got you, fuck these other bitches out here.”

 

But that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted away from my crazy mother and the crime we did on the side. For real what I really desired was a life. When I was done with everything for the night Crystal walked up to me with a sly smile on her face. She looked at the door and back at me. “You ready to rob that bitch Ericka?” She asked, standing next to me.

 

I shrugged. “Fuck we waiting on?”

 

 

****

CRYSTAL

 

 

I was behind Tasha as she picked the lock to Ericka’s back door. I was carrying a black plastic trash bag and we were both wearing latex gloves. Even though it was dangerous there was something that came over me whenever we hit a house that made my pussy juice up. I got a rush every time we broke a lock and finding things worth money made it better. Once we were inside I was surprised at how nasty Ericka lived. This house couldn’t be more than six months old and it was already gross. There were dishes on the stove caked up with food and it smelled. She had a nerve trying to come on to my sister.

 

“I knew something was up with that broad,” I told Tasha as I squinted my nose. “It’s a good thing you ain’t put your face on that trick. She can’t even keep a clean house.”

 

“Look, Crystal, just hurry up,” Tasha whispered. “We don’t know who saw us coming in here.”

 

I rolled my eyes and walked toward the back. Careful not to bump into anything or do too much. Even though her place was so fucked up she probably wouldn’t know anyway. “Wow, she got empty soda bottles in the hallway too,” I said softly. “Gross.”

 

“We already confirmed she’s a mess but let’s go to the bedroom first,” Tasha continued. Once we were there she was on her regular bossy shit. Telling me to do this and to do that. I decided not to do anything until she calmed down. “Fuck you looking crazy for?” She asked scratching her short curly hair. “Check under the bed, and make yourself useful, Crystal.” She turned around and started pulling open drawers.

 

“Why you get to check the easy shit?” I paused. “Like the drawers and stuff like that?”

 

She sighed. “Because she had on a pair of Christians at the Post Office. If she got more in here I know we can sell them for a couple hundred easy. Is that a good enough answer? Now stop asking dumb ass questions and move. Somebody could be coming at any moment.”

 

“How come you always talk to me like I’m a kid?” I continued. “It’s been years and you still don’t respect me.”

 

She turned to me and her eyes widened. “Not this shit again, Crystal,” she sighed. “I mean you can’t be serious. We on a job right now.”

 

“You know what, fuck this shit.” I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. “If you wanna see if the bitch got shoes with labels you look for ‘em yourself.”

 

She covered her mouth. “So you seriously watching TV in this girl’s house like you live up in here? Leaving evidence and everything?” She paused. “Why you gotta do this each time we do a job? It’s getting old now for real.”

 

I ignored her and scanned through the channels and even wiped a strand of my long hair behind my ear. “All I’m saying is this, I’m not doing shit until you respect me and talk to me like you got some sense.”

 

“You know what, I’ll look under the bed and you bag ‘em.” Tasha dropped to her knees and looked under the bed. Before I knew it a black and gold shoe came flying in my direction. I ducked before it slapped me in the head. “Put them in the trash bag and stop fucking around before I break your jaw in here.”

 

I got up and tossed the shoes into the trash bag. Please believe me when I say it’s not that I’m scared of my sister; I just don’t feel like being up in here fighting. Plus I got a lot of shit on my mind that I want to tell her about, but I’m not sure how she will handle it.

 

I met this girl name Phoenix up at the mall last month when I rolled with Tasha to meet this chick Carmen that she fucked on the side. Carmen had a job there where they sold costume jewelry in the mall for small money. It was stupid but I couldn’t knock her hustle. Anyway, the only thing I was interested in when we got to the mall was her best friend Phoenix, who had an ass soft enough to sleep on and who smelled like peaches.

 

One thing led to another and to make a long story short, before I knew it I was breaking this girl’s back out in the backseat of our 1976 red Cadillac Coupe Deville, the only thing our father left me and my sister when he took off.

 

Anyway, the thing was I rubbed my pussy on her raw and now I had some strange bumpy shit around my clit that wouldn’t go away. And every time I showered it made me want to find that slut and choke her out because I’m pretty sure she burned me. I got a doctor’s appointment tomorrow to take care of it even though I was afraid to find out what the problem really was.

 

Still going through the house, Tasha and me separated. I was in the bathroom when she called me. “Aye, Crystal, look at this shit, she got five hundred dollars in her panty drawer!”

 

I ran out the room and into the bedroom, snatching the cash out her hand. “I love when they leave money in the house.” I said taking my half before handing her the rest. “Makes the job worth it.”

 

“We good now,” Tasha tucked hers in her pocket. “Grab the bag and let’s go.”

 

“Wait, I wonder what else she got in that drawer,” I continued. “Let me check real quick.” When I looked in one of the other drawers I saw a white iPhone. Pulling it out I said, “What about this, can’t we sell this too?”

 

“Naw, we not fucking with no phones, Crystal.” She paused. “We not selling them because they got serial numbers on ‘em! If they investigate this and somebody activates the phone whoever we sold it to won’t have no problem snitching to avoid robbery charges. Now bag that jewelry up and let’s go!”

 

 

****

CRYSTAL

 

 

After the robbery we sold everything we had to a nigga who wanted to fuck me even though I kept telling him I only did girls. In the end with the $250.00 and the things we sold for money we walked away with about $750 a piece in profit. That’s a good night but we’ve done better.

 

Sitting in my car in front of the playground getting high there are so many smoke clouds I can barely see my sister’s face. Feeling good, I decided to tell her about my little problem between my legs. “I wanna rap to you about something serious but I don’t want you judging me either. It’s just that I never dealt with no shit like this before.”

 

She looked over at me, shook her head and laughed. “Crystal, you acting like we not sisters. What’s up?”

 

I exhaled, passed her the blunt and said, “It’s like this…I—”

 

I heard a small buzzing noise that interrupted me. “Hold on, Crystal, my phone goin’ off.” Tasha takes it out of her pocket and looks at the screen. “It’s Nikki, let me see what she wants. Hold that thought though.” She walked out of the car but stayed next to it and took the call, scratching her curly hair.

 

I can’t fucking stand that bitch Nikki! Since the moment Tasha met her in 9^th grade she been on her and ain’t been nothing but trouble for our relationship. If we go out to eat, Nikki gotta go with us. If we go bowling, she gotta bowl too. If Tasha gotta go to the bathroom she gotta wipe between her legs. I mean this bitch is worrisome and I want her off planet earth. There hasn’t been a day that goes by that I don’t think how better my life would be if Nikki Scott wasn’t in the picture.

 

While Tasha talked to her on the phone, I fire dup another blunt. I tried not to listen to her phone call but Nikki just burned me the wrong way and I can’t help it.

 

“Naw, I’ll be home when I can, babes,” Tasha said into the phone while smiling. She sat back in the car with the door open, her back to me, her feet on the ground.

 

Nikki acts like she lives with us or something. Or she’s her wife. What’s up with that shit?

 

“You know I just got off work, Nik.” Tasha paused. “Just kicking it with my sister.” She paused again and looked back at me. “I just said I don’t know what time I’ll be home now stop with all these questions.”

 

She reached for the blunt but I didn’t hand it to her. I ain’t sponsoring her dumb ass conversations; with a sack I bought myself. Fuck that shit. When she stole me in my arm real hard, I handed it over to her anyway.

 

“Aight, Nikki, I gotta go.” She paused. “You know I do and I’ma get at that pussy when I see you.” She got in and closed the door before ending the call. “Now why you acting like a bitch?” Tasha asked me. “My girl know you don’t like her.”

 

“Fuck that—” Suddenly a baseball bat crashes into the driver side window. Causing glass to fly everywhere and when I looked at the person with the silver bat I saw my girlfriend.