CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CRYSTAL

 

The air was thick and muggy inside Trap Girl’s Strip Club. I was on my way to the back, to get away from the crowd and ease into the VIP. Once there I was sitting on a chair in a private room and Sunshine was on her knees, between my legs eating my pussy. Whenever we stopped here to sell the things we robbed from the houses to the club owner, I would make it my mission to hook up with Sunshine. She didn’t play when it came to her head game and because of it she was my favorite.

 

Normally I don’t go this hard. With doing stuff like this out in the open. But whenever I was stressed it helped me get shit off my mind. I really needed this after watching my sister kill that bitch in front of me and it fucked up my head. Before Tasha even pulled the trigger I could tell by looking in her eyes that she was forever changed behind that move and I can’t help but blame myself.

 

All she wanted was to run away with her girl and I had different ideas. And now look? We were both walking dead bitches. It was like I knew I could be selfish but there was no way I could stop myself.

 

“You tasting real sweet tonight,” Sunshine said looking up at me. “I love when you come see me. You so fucking sexy.” They called her Sunshine because of a skit she does when she dances. While on the pole she’ll open up her legs where a flash bulb is stuck in her coochie and shines out. It was a hit with the niggas but I love her lick game more.

 

Feeling good, I looked down at her, while grabbing the back of her long red hair. “Why you talking instead of licking?” I asked, biting my bottom lip. “Get back to work.”

 

She looked up at me. “Just wanted you to know,”— she shrugged— “Sometimes when you come in here I get sad because I thought you really liked me. You broke up with your girl yet? I heard she almost got into a fight with Leila earlier in—”

 

“Just eat my pussy, Sunshine.” I paused looking at her sternly. “I ain’t come in here for all that other shit.”

 

She looked at my shirt. “Hold up, why you got blood on you?” She touched it. “You hurt or something?”

 

“Just focus on your job, Sunshine unless you don’t want this money.” I frowned, slapping her hand away. “I could give it to someone else.”

 

As she went back to work I could see my sister through a small window on the door. She was in the front of the club, trying to buy some ID’s and passports so we could run away and get out of town. We had enough money to last a little while but I could tell this situation was making her stressed. Besides, she would be running away with ma and me. And not Nikki.

 

When Sunshine ran her tongue around my clit I think I thought I was about to cum. Especially when she started flipping it quick. “Don’t forget to lick the tunnel.”

 

“But you never could handle it when I did that,” she giggled. “I will though if you come back more.”

 

I frowned. She was really trying to blow me. “See this the dumb shit that makes me wonder why I fuck with you anyway.”

 

“Damn, Crystal, I’m just playing with you.” She rolled her eyes. “I mean why you getting all stupid and shit?”

 

“Stupid?” I pushed her off. “You know what, get the fuck up.”

 

“No…no…don’t, don’t go, please.” She paused and I stood up. “I need the money and I know you ain’t cum yet. You know I be talking shit because you set me off and I like you. I ain’t mean nothing really. I just want to make sure that you one hundred percent good.” I was still frowning at her. “Please don’t go. You got me on my knees begging.”

 

I glared. “Then do less yapping and more licking.” I coached. “Plus I got somewhere else to be.” I sat back down.

 

“For you to be so feminine you so mean.” She grinned. “But for some reason I like that shit.”

 

“What did I just say?” This girl was gonna make me slap the fuck out of her.

 

She smiled and started lapping again. I was pawning the back of her head when I saw the club owner hand my sister something. When Tasha put it away, she looked toward the back of the club and squinted at the VIP room. I know she was trying to see if I was inside and I think she spotted me.

 

Aw shit, this bitch is about to start tripping.

 

Tasha rushed up to the VIP room, flung the door open and looked down at Sunshine and back at me. “I know you not dumb enough to be back here getting your pussy ate when we got business in the car.” She was referring to Denise’s body, which for now was stuffed in her trunk. “Sweetheart, get your shit up and get the fuck out of here.” She said to Sunshine. “My sister done for the day.” She threw her a fifty-dollar bill and Sunshine snatched it up and ran out.

 

I pulled up my jeans and zipped them up. Then I dusted the back of my fat ass in case I sat on something. “Why you do that? She ain’t even make me bust yet!”

 

She pointed in my face. “Crystal, you that fucking gone in the head that you don’t realize what’s popping off right now? What’s wrong with you? I think you bipolar too. Like ma.”

 

“Did you get the money from the stuff or not? ‘Cause I’m tired of all this—”

 

I’m caught off guard by the blow I just took to the face, courtesy of my sister. As a matter of fact I couldn’t remember the last time she hit me. But if I had to pin point a time it may have been when I snuck her phone away after she broke up with Nikki last year to stop her from going crazy.

 

We were drinking at this club and to help her mind off Nikki I took it. Not to be petty but I figured if she didn’t have her phone she couldn’t wait for her to call. But instead of telling her I had it, I convinced her that she lost it at the club and she was too drunk to dispute. The truth was once we got home I pushed it to the bottom of my dog’s bed thinking that would be it for a while.

 

Everyday she would call and check the voicemails but would be too late because I erased all Nikki’s messages. After awhile she thought Nikki hadn’t called and moved on which was my plan all along. I even went as far as to delete the message on the house phone too.

 

Tasha looked like death walking around the house, not eating or talking to anybody. But after awhile she came to terms that it was over or at least I thought so. We were outside drinking when she said, “I’m gonna ask her to marry me.”

 

I begged her not to but she whipped a ring out her pocket to show me she was serious. That’s when I had to come clean, knowing that Nikki would tell her that she’d been calling non-stop.

 

When she was in her room later that night I knocked on the door and handed her the cell phone. At first she was relieved to have it back, especially after I told her Nikki called, but a second later she was the angriest I‘d ever seen. She got up from the bed, stepped in front of me and hit me like I was a nigga. My tooth loosened in my mouth and everything.

 

But tonight I’m tired of her. So I rubbed my jaw and delivered a blow so hard to her stomach that her mouth spread open and spit flew out. Oh well, I guess we ‘bout to fight it out now.