together.
“What happened to Cat’s bankroll?”
She moistened her sensuous lips with a sharply pointed tongue. “It disappeared along the line. The police, ambulance dudes, or somebody at the hospital could have beat him.”
During a long silence, he played his Mona Lisa bit.
“What you smiling about?” she asked.
He floated a bejeweled hand in the air. “I remembered some shucking and jiving I did with the Cat a few months ago.”
She wiped sudden springlets of perspiration off her brow with the back of her hand. “Like what?” she said in a feeble voice.
“I cracked that I wanted to buy you. He cracked back that he wouldn’t take all the bread I could raise and all the ho’s I had for you. Then he cracked seriously: ‘Pal, if anything happens to me, I’ll rest happy in hell if the two of you hook up. You’re the only player there is who could take care of her good as me.’ ”
She dabbed a powder puff at her feverish brow. “Daddy Cat had a lot of respect for you, all right. He told me stories about capers in Harlem that went down when you two were kids…about how you and him heisted drug dealers. By the way, baby, didn’t you mention on the phone about some China white you had?”
He waved her to him. “I sure did. Put your bare ass up here between my legs. I’ll do you where I hit all my ho’s.”
Again, she hesitated at a crucial point. His fierce eyes burned through her. “Bitch, you having some kind of problem with our new friendship?” he said harshly.
She waggled her head and crawled across the bed. She got into position. She hiked up her red silk skirt. He pulled down her black lace panties to bare her round ass.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” she moaned, with her face buried in the bedspread.
With a spike, a match, and a spoon from his dope kit, he prepared a medium fix of the potent dope. As always, he shot the dope into a spot between her vulva and high inner thigh. He felt her quiver between his legs when the dope slammed her.
Within twenty seconds, she collapsed to lie on her right side. “Ooee! Baby, your shit is so goood!” she cried out ecstatically. Her enormous honey-colored eyes were dope-clouded slits gazing at her reflection in the ceiling mirror. His snowy teeth shone in a wolfish smile as he studied her.
“Naturally, you motherfucking bitch. This is a sacred happening. You just received your first blessing from Master Shetani, the ho’s god.”
She switched her slits to his fearsome face. He said solemnly, “I forgot to mention that I promised the Cat that I would take care of you if he died. Bitch, I intend to keep that promise to the dearest friend I ever had.”
She shook her head. “I can’t be your woman just like that. I gotta have time…Besides, I don’t dig players with a silk bottom woman.”
He threw his head back and belly-laughed. Then he said quietly, “Can you keep a secret?”
She lit a cigarette. “Sure can.”
He braided his fingers together over his heart. “Petra is on the way out. I’m gonna fire her in a few months, when the statute of limitations runs out on a trip to Pennsylvania. It was supposed to be just a pleasure trip for her and several other girls. I drove them across a state line and made the mistake of working them in Pennsylvania. You gonna be my secret bottom woman for a short time.”
She licked her lips. “I’ll still need a little time.” Then, foolishly, she plotted a con to cop a supply of the quality skag. She finger-stroked his lavender-painted toes. “Beautiful god, will you please lay a quarter-ounce on me while I make up my mind about us?” She fumbled a roll of bills from her bosom. She propped herself up on an elbow to fan out the bills on the bedspread. “See, before I split L.A., I stung the square-ass barber for a stash of thirty-six hundred. I’ll pay whatever you charge for a quarter-ounce.”
He leaned and banged a heavy palm against the side of her face, which knocked her on her
“What happened to Cat’s bankroll?”
She moistened her sensuous lips with a sharply pointed tongue. “It disappeared along the line. The police, ambulance dudes, or somebody at the hospital could have beat him.”
During a long silence, he played his Mona Lisa bit.
“What you smiling about?” she asked.
He floated a bejeweled hand in the air. “I remembered some shucking and jiving I did with the Cat a few months ago.”
She wiped sudden springlets of perspiration off her brow with the back of her hand. “Like what?” she said in a feeble voice.
“I cracked that I wanted to buy you. He cracked back that he wouldn’t take all the bread I could raise and all the ho’s I had for you. Then he cracked seriously: ‘Pal, if anything happens to me, I’ll rest happy in hell if the two of you hook up. You’re the only player there is who could take care of her good as me.’ ”
She dabbed a powder puff at her feverish brow. “Daddy Cat had a lot of respect for you, all right. He told me stories about capers in Harlem that went down when you two were kids…about how you and him heisted drug dealers. By the way, baby, didn’t you mention on the phone about some China white you had?”
He waved her to him. “I sure did. Put your bare ass up here between my legs. I’ll do you where I hit all my ho’s.”
Again, she hesitated at a crucial point. His fierce eyes burned through her. “Bitch, you having some kind of problem with our new friendship?” he said harshly.
She waggled her head and crawled across the bed. She got into position. She hiked up her red silk skirt. He pulled down her black lace panties to bare her round ass.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” she moaned, with her face buried in the bedspread.
With a spike, a match, and a spoon from his dope kit, he prepared a medium fix of the potent dope. As always, he shot the dope into a spot between her vulva and high inner thigh. He felt her quiver between his legs when the dope slammed her.
Within twenty seconds, she collapsed to lie on her right side. “Ooee! Baby, your shit is so goood!” she cried out ecstatically. Her enormous honey-colored eyes were dope-clouded slits gazing at her reflection in the ceiling mirror. His snowy teeth shone in a wolfish smile as he studied her.
“Naturally, you motherfucking bitch. This is a sacred happening. You just received your first blessing from Master Shetani, the ho’s god.”
She switched her slits to his fearsome face. He said solemnly, “I forgot to mention that I promised the Cat that I would take care of you if he died. Bitch, I intend to keep that promise to the dearest friend I ever had.”
She shook her head. “I can’t be your woman just like that. I gotta have time…Besides, I don’t dig players with a silk bottom woman.”
He threw his head back and belly-laughed. Then he said quietly, “Can you keep a secret?”
She lit a cigarette. “Sure can.”
He braided his fingers together over his heart. “Petra is on the way out. I’m gonna fire her in a few months, when the statute of limitations runs out on a trip to Pennsylvania. It was supposed to be just a pleasure trip for her and several other girls. I drove them across a state line and made the mistake of working them in Pennsylvania. You gonna be my secret bottom woman for a short time.”
She licked her lips. “I’ll still need a little time.” Then, foolishly, she plotted a con to cop a supply of the quality skag. She finger-stroked his lavender-painted toes. “Beautiful god, will you please lay a quarter-ounce on me while I make up my mind about us?” She fumbled a roll of bills from her bosom. She propped herself up on an elbow to fan out the bills on the bedspread. “See, before I split L.A., I stung the square-ass barber for a stash of thirty-six hundred. I’ll pay whatever you charge for a quarter-ounce.”
He leaned and banged a heavy palm against the side of her face, which knocked her on her
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