Sinister was so jealous of Cortez and Money’s life. Secretly resenting Cortez, Sinister always felt a certain kind of way about Jody preferring Cortez over him. He never allowed his jealousy to cause a problem in their friendship when it came to Jody because they were just kids and it was Jody’s call. But once again, for a second time another woman that he wanted preferred Cortez over him. Sinister felt that Money belong to him and that Cortez stole his women. He didn’t feel Money had a choice in the matter, the day he decided that he wanted Money, in his mind that was the way it supposed to have been. He considered Cortez to have violated him. His father words haunted him, “Never let another man take your women away from you like you some little punk ass bitch!”
Cortez moved his family into a 4 bedroom with 2 and a half baths ranch style home, with a large backyard, 2-car garage. Money drove a money green Dodge Charger and Cortez drove a doped out candy apple red Chevy Tahoe, life was good. Cortez even started treating Money like the queen she was, out of the eyesight of his crew. Money and Cortez threw a big 4th of July barbeque for the crew and their families once they were all settled into their new life. Sinister sat in the corner nursing his beer throwing back shots of Hennessey with his face frowned up. Watching Money glide around her beautiful home and Cortez standing around with his chest stuck out, obviously proud of his accomplishments, sicken him. Sinister mumbled to himself, “Cortez think he’s that nigga, first he took Jody and now Money, but I got something for that ass!” He said as he peered on with vengeance in his heart.
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A couple of weeks later the police swarmed Cortez’s car. He had just re-upped and had 500 grams of cocaine in the trunk, 15 minutes later the stash houses were raided by the police. Sinister watched from the corner while the police ushered Jen, Le-lo, and Ro, Money’s best friend that was lying up with Le-lo at the time, to the police car. The house was free of drugs being that they were waiting for Cortez to bring the supply of drugs to cook and cut because the drugs they had was sold earlier in the day. The police did not find any money because Cortez removed it to pay his connect. Jen was released because the house was dry; Ro was just an underage kid that claim to be just visiting and was released to her mother. Only thing the cops found was a gun that was on Le-lo; he was convicted and served a couple of years for gun possession.
Cortez had stopped by the house before he met with his connect and had Money put the extra money he didn’t need in their wall safe in the back of their closet. Cortez was caught with a half of key of cocaine with intent to sell and was sentenced to 30 years in prison. Money was not dumb by far, she knew Sinister had snitched, so when he came by asking about money she told him she had no idea what he was talking about. She told him the last she knew, Cortez was meeting his connect and she hadn’t heard from him until he called cause he had been arrested. Sinister knew Money was lying but his concern wasn’t about the money. She could keep it after all she did have a family to take care of, he just wanted Cortez out the way.
CHAPTER THREE
Nine years later
Money became one of the hottest strippers in the D, she was every man’s dream, and they came out in droves to see her. Her clientele consists of politician, CEO, business owners and Drug Lords. She didn’t make it a habit to fraternize with clients but she teased, grinded, and tortured the men she serviced with lap dances and once their pockets were empty she moved to the next. Money always had her next client lined up because while she gyrated her hips, squeezed her tits, and licked her lips, as she would flirt with her next victim. When called to the stage she worked the pole with precision, landing in sultry splits and cat crawled around the edge of the stage collecting her money, giving the big spenders pussy shots.
Through my childhood my mother never dated. Money wasn’t about settling down with one man until she met the wealthy man that with him alone she could live a fabulous life. Even though she was servicing elite clients they were either married or not her type of man that she would spend her life with. Money was smart, calculating, and structured, she set her rules about how she was going to handle her stripping game and never veered from them. 1). No tricking with the client. 2). If a nigga wanted to entertained her it had to be in the club, that way he paid for her time. 3). No dating the clients. 4). Go straight home after work. 5). She didn’t do strip, freak, or bachelor parties for clients. 6). She didn’t befriend any of the strippers and kept her business to herself. The only friend she had in the club was her childhood friend that went back as far as Barbie dolls together, Ro, she was a straight up hood rat. When she wasn’t stripping, she made her money being a mule for Harold “Sinister” Clements, a drug dealer that also owned the Lion’s Den. Ro would make long distance drop offs and pickup in Ohio, Chicago even as far as Virginia and New York. She partied to wee hours of the night drinking, drugging, and sexing the crew. If money was involved, she was in.
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We meet again…
Sinister still had a thing for Money, he remembered her back when he met her at 14 years old, and she booed up with the leader of his crew that got locked up for possession. The day Money and Ro came in the club; he watched her audition from a distance in awe of her. Sinister hid in the shadows for months, he didn’t want Money to know he had anything to do with The Lion’s Den; he wanted her to get comfortable, make lots of money, and then reveal himself. Sinister knew Money wouldn’t have anything to do with the club if she knew he was affiliated in the smallest sense. They had a love/hate relationship, he was in love with her, and she hated him. Sinister didn’t have a problem getting women, they flocked to him, but Money was not interested. Sinister, standing at 6’9 wore his hair in a low fade with deep brush waves, his muscular slender frame that mimic an Olympic swimmer, chocolate skin, brilliant straight white teeth, root beer colored eyes and sex appeal that oozed off of him whenever he poured himself into his private VIP booth reserved for him only. He sexed a lot of the strippers in his booth, his booth was incased in bulletproof tinted glass that no one could see in but he could see out, his wall of glass could be removed at the click of a button that lowered it into the floor. It also included a personal bathroom and a secret door that he could exit in case there was drama in the club.
Three months after Money had been working in his club, Sinister decided to let Money know he was the H.N.I.C. He summons her to VIP with anticipation. He just knew she would be impressed with his come up and fall deeply in love with him. After coming from freshening up, Money walked into VIP, not recognizing Sinister right off. “You wanted to see me?”
Sinister leaned up from his seat and smile a cocky smile, “Why so formal Ma, we supposed to be FAM?”
Money blinked away the smoke because surely her eyes were deceiving her she said, “Sinister?” What you doing up in here?”
He readjusted himself by leaning back and crossing his legs, “I own this place, this me right here, Baby!”
Money feeling uncomfortable she thought to herself, “Oh shit!”
Sinister started making small talk and asked about Cortez, knowing he didn’t give a damn. “So how’s my man Cortez doing? Is he straight, does he need anything?” Sinister asked.
Money looked down trying to hide the tears in her eyes, “He was killed in prison a year ago during a prison riot, you didn’t know?” She asked.
Sinister faked concern because he knew, “Naw, naw Ma I didn’t know!”
Sinister reached for her to console her and Money moved away, “Well if you need anything, I mean anything, you let me know.” Sinister offered.
Sinister smiled inside knowing that Cortez was out of the way. “Have a seat, Money” as he patted the place next to him.”
Money sat down but not next to him with her back straight and crossed her legs. Sinister laughed to cover up his embarrassment, he spoke, “You still funny acting Money! Well I see you are very popular in MY club, the men love you. I see you doing your th
ang out there but you haven’t danced for me yet.”
Harold pulled out a wad of money hoping to impress her, he peeled off a grand and placed it on the table making sure she could see how much it was. Money stood up and walked over to him, staring him in his eyes she decided to give him the lap dance of his life but also a reminder of what he would never have. Money threw her hair behind her shoulder and slowly lifted her leg into a standing split giving him a clear view of her pussy through her ‘g’ string. Sinister sucked in his breath and held it like it was the last air in the room, then she moved her leg passed his head and sat right on his dick and started a slow grind. She stared him in his eyes and bit her lip as she gripped his thick rod with her pussy lips. Sinister felt the heat from her womanhood. She lifted her leg and spun around so she would be sitting on his lap backwards, moved her luscious long curls so he could see the definition of her back, leading to her small waist and the spread of her ample ass. The up and down movement of her ass made him imagine being inside her walls as she bounced up and down. He grabbed her waist and met her thrust. Sinister couldn’t take the assault any longer and busted inside his pants. Money got up and smirked, thinking, “That nigga only lasted one song.” She grabbed the money off the table and strolled out of VIP. Sinister laid there spent with his eyes closed imagining the real thing. At that moment, he had to have Money, and this time he would kill her before he let another man have her. Night after night Sinister summoned Money to VIP, she would leave him spent, take his money and exit the room. Even though Sinister wanted to sex her so bad, he wanted her to want him, so he never forced himself on her, he just let it be known that he wanted her exclusively. Money did find him attractive but her and Sinister had bad history, not only was he a snitch and took her man away from her, but he used and abused her mother. Sinister also had a reputation with the ladies and had issues with his hands. Sinister had an awful temperament; he was extremely insecure and took that out on the beautiful women that he dated. He treated his women like prisoners by isolating, bullying, and abusing them. Money was not interested in his punk ass, she didn’t care how much money he had, never did, and never will.
Money’s disinterest didn’t sit well with Sinister, he took it personal, it was a blow to his ego, his pride was hurt, and that turned into animosity. So he started fucking with her, messing up her sets, bullying paying customers while they received lap dances from her, after a while she was making very little money at the club because of his interference. One night, Money approached him about the issue. She went to his booth where he was receiving head from Ro.
“May I speak to you for a moment?” Money asked, thinking that he would excuse his playmate but instead he waved Money to take a seat. Disgusted that he expected her to talk to him while her best friend gave him head, she just turned to walk away.
Obviously drunk and high as he staggered up, Sinister slurred, “Money, bring yo ass back in here!” He grabbed Ro by her hair and slung her to the floor. “Ro! Get out!” He shouted as he threw a c note at her. Money was furious mainly because of all the petty stunts he was pulling and the way he just treated her friend. Her eyes soften when she and Ro’s eyes connected but the look that Ro had in her eyes was glassy and faded, you can tell Ro was doing a little more than drinking and smoking weed, she made a mental note to get at Ro tomorrow. Money’s attitude only excited Sinister, he grabbed her by her ass, and pulled her to him grinding his naked hard member on her, she struggled against his chest but he had a tight hold on her.
He slurred, “You must think you’re too good for me, I could take the pussy if I wanted to. I have giving you chance after chance to be my lady when I should just make you my whore!”
Money threaten him to let her go. He lifted her leg and slid her panties over to the side preparing to enter her. She picked up the bottle of Ciroc from the table and broke it on the rail, stuck the jaggered edge to his throat and said, “You stick me, Imma stick you?” Sinister eyes widen as she pressed the glass in his neck deep enough to draw blood. Money staggered away from him and ran down the stairs to the dressing room to grab her things. Sinister followed her apologizing blaming it on the liquor, “I didn’t mean it!” Once she got dressed, Money spit at him and she was out.
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After Money got home and watched her babysitter get in her car and drive away, she ran herself a hot bath. Soaking for over an hour she finally got out thinking she would watch a little TV. She heard a faint knock on the door. She thought it was probably Ro, she open the door without looking, she complained, “Girl, Let me tell you about that punk ass mutha fucka Sini…” Before she could slam the door back Sinister took his foot and kicked the door open knocking Money down to the floor. He slowly shut the door, locked it, and sat down on the couch.
“What are you doing here?” Money scanned the room for a weapon because her gun was upstairs in her purse. She hoped it wouldn’t come to that, fearing a fight would wake up the whole house. “This is uncomfortable for me; you are not wanted here so you gotta go!” Money whispered.
“I just want to apologize, I didn’t mean to snap on you like that, I been drinking and smoking and was a little out of my head.” Sinister said walking toward her with his palms up. Money started backing away. The look in Sinister’s eyes made her remember she was naked when her robe slid open and her breast was exposed, Sinister licked his lips.
“Sinister whatever you got to say we can discuss it tomorrow at the club, now you gotta go!” Money said as she stormed to the door and opened it. Being rejected again crushed his pride. He got up and attempted to peacefully walked towards the door, but his broken pride got the best of him and he started mumbling, “This Bitch got me fucked up, I don’t beg no bitch!” His voice escalated, “I’m fucking Sinister! You don’t turn me down!” Trying to move out the way to run, Money thought to slow, he grabbed her and slammed her on the coffee table that broke, he locked the door back. “I ain’t gonna be polite no more!” Grabbing Money up by her hair and ripped her robe off Sinister pinned her down on the floor and used his free hand to unbuckle his pants. Money begged quietly to him, pleading for him not to rape her, bargaining that if he left tonight that she would freely give herself to him. Money’s pleads went unheard. Once Sinister got the tip of his manhood inside her walls, he became the person that she heard he was. His eyes were blood shot red and face was distorted into a scowl, he bared his teeth like they were bear claws and spit dribbled down his chin onto her face. That let her know he was too far gone and she was about to be raped. Hearing the commotion, Chrissy jumps out of her bed and runs to the living room. Seeing the living room in disarray and this stranger on top of her mother, urine ran down her legs as she screamed, “MOMMIE!” Shocked her daughter was watching her being assaulted Money tried to stay calm, “Baby, Mommie’s ok we are just playing, now go back to your room. I’m ok sweetie just go back to your room and shut the door.” Chrissy reluctantly walked back to her room with tears in her eyes with her head down. She shut her door but by now Cola got out of the bed, cracked the door so she could see out. Beany never woke up, so Chrissy crawled in bed with her. Cola watched her mother being assaulted. Money decided not to fight to get it over with. Sinister had no regards for Chrissy or the assault he was putting down on Money. Once he realized she wasn’t going to fight, he lifted his tall frame off of her and on his knees. He grabbed her by her legs and slid her down to him. Stretching her legs over her head, he wiped a glob of spit on his fingers and applied it to her opening. He entered her with thunder. He had every intention to pound away at her womanhood but when he fully penetrated her, her silky inside engulfed him. He bit his lip unable to move because he felt as though his dick had entered heaven. He snatched it out because if he stroked the second time he was positive he would bust. Flipping her over on her stomach and entering her from the back, that same euphoria came over him and five strokes and he busted inside her. Sinister prided himself
for being an excellent lover with the stamina of a bull, it made him angry for her to have this kind of effect on him and wouldn’t be his. He thought that he could truly love her. He would be willing to change for her, and the more he thought about it the angrier he became at her. His anger aroused him again as she lied on her side whimpering. He lifted her leg and entered her again and that same feeling came over him. He lifted up over her body in a pushup position. He attempted to fuck her fast and rough, inflict some pain on her for not wanting him, for rejecting him. He started ramming his dick in her hard, fast, and rough but lost his erection because of her non-participation. Sinister never wanted to have Money this way, he thought,” Damn, if the pussy feels this good, I can imagine if she was throwing this shit back at me!” He tried to get her to participant but she just laid there and cried like he was an animal, and that angered him. The thought of his manhood being challenged, he started yelling at her, calling her names, punching, and slapping her. He was livid, his erection came back but he refused to penetrate the wonderful flower between her legs because it taunted him that it felt so good, causing him to tremble and explode, so he beat Money.
He drugged her across the floor and threw her against the wall, screaming, “You Bitch! You laughing at me, you think I’m a punk!” Sinister grabbed her by the neck and started slapping her until he heard the click of a gun. He turned around in the direction of the click and saw 9 year olds Cola holding her mother’s .45.
“Nigga, let my Mommie go!” Cola demanded. He smirked at the beautiful little girl with the face of her mother. Money was barely able to stand on her feet she was so battered. She had no energy to get her daughter to back off.