“But didn’t you go home with him yesterday?”
“Bitch, don’t throw shade.”
“I seen you talking to ol’ boy from Overtown. That nigga right there, you can get a grip out of him.”
“I know! But I got be in the Mollyworld to fuck around with that weirdo.”
Just then, Bianca went in her purse and into her secret compartment. “Here you go.” She spoke up.
Both girls looked at each other and then looked at her.
Then one smiled and said, “How much you selling them for?” while the other girl looked on, waiting for an answer.
“That one you can have. Just let me know if you know anybody else looking for them.”
“Oh, really?” the other said, chewing gum with her arms crossed.
“Yup.” Bianca nodded. “You want one?” She offered it to her.
She took it out of Bianca’s hand. “Thank you.” She smiled. “I know somebody who would love to see you right about now. Stay right here and don’t move. I’ll be right back,” she said and walked out of the bathroom.
Bianca kept playing in her hair in the mirror, and all she could think about was the money she was about to make. She knew the Mollies were going to move. After all, it was the perfect relationship. Sex and Mollies went hand in hand. She tried not to let her grin out as she thought about her good fortune. A hustler is a hustler. It doesn’t matter the city or product. If you a hustler, you gon’ make it happen, and, baby girl, you making it happen!
CHAPTER 16
“Hey, you’re back,” Bianca said when the bathroom door opened ten minutes later and the woman that she’d been discussing the pills with returned. Bianca smiled as the woman walked her way, but then her smile faded when she saw two men enter behind her a few seconds later.
“That’s her.” The woman pointed to Bianca.
“Oh, my new friend,” a third man coming up the rear said.
Bianca followed the voice and noticed that it was the gentleman who had been sitting next to her at the bar.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back and join me,” he said.
“Rocco, you know her?” the woman asked, looking back and forth from him to Bianca.
Bianca decided to run with it. She went over and grabbed Rocco by his arm. “Yes, he knows me.” Bianca looked at the woman the entire time, hoping and praying Rocco would back up her claim so that she could stick her tongue out at her like a five-year-old.
Rocco peeled Bianca off of him like she was trash and pushed her away. Bianca lost her balance and landed on the floor.
She looked up at Rocco. “Hey, that’s no way to treat a lady.” Bianca sat up on her bottom and began wiping her dress, not that anything was on it. The floor was spotless.
By now, every person that had been in a bathroom stall had exited. Any women who had been in the lounge area were now standing in the sink area. They were all watching, waiting to see what would go down next.
But when Rocco yelled, “Out!” they all scattered like roaches. It was only Bianca, Rocco, the woman, and the other two men left in the bathroom. “You too.” Rocco looked at the woman in the zebra suit, still holding the folder. “I ain’t stutter.”
Her face begged for him to allow her to stay, but her lips knew better than to verbalize it. She hurried out. Before she was all the way out the door, Rocco called out to her. “Good work, Sasha. Go see Slim.”
Sasha’s eyes lit up. Now she couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Rocco watched her leave and then looked down at Bianca, who was still on the floor.
“Rocco, that was very rude,” Bianca said. “Not just you pushing me to the floor, but you never telling me your name. After all, I told you mine.”
“That’s because you hurried off before I could return the introduction,” Rocco replied. “Too busy coming in here, disrespecting my place of business.”
“Oh, this is your club? I’m sorry. I meant no harm.” She looked around. “This is a nice, respectable business. I should have known better than to think that type of thing went down here. You know what I mean.” Bianca cupped her hand around her mouth and whispered, “The use of drugs, narcotics, and stuff.” She then let out a taunting chuckle. On the inside she could have pissed her panties from fear, but on the outside she had on her game face.
Out of nowhere, Rocco kicked Bianca in the stomach, pushing her back to the ground. He rested his foot right there on her stomach while Bianca looked up. He bent down, and with one strong pull of his hand, he ripped Bianca’s dress completely off of her. It was a perfect rip, as the left seam totally came undone.
Bianca lay on the bathroom floor with nothing but panties and pumps on, feeling the throbbing pain as a result of his kick. “Damn, Rocco. You looked like the kind of guy who liked it rough, but this is not what I expected.” She looked him dead in his eyes. “You definitely looked fuckable, and after a couple more drinks, I would have at least let you eat my pussy and hit it from the back, but rough sex on the bathroom floor . . . ” Bianca looked around, letting the liquor talk for her. “Not what I had in mind, but if this is the way y’all do it in Miami, fuck it.” Bianca kicked her shoes off and then took her panties off. She sat right there on the bathroom floor, holding herself up with her hands, her knees bent and full front throttle in the men’s faces.
“Boss, she’s not wearing a wire,” one of the men whispered in Rocco’s ear.
“Hell, she’s not wearing nothing,” the other man said.
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