Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(7)

She smiled and responded, “Thanks.”

“You got three weeks to pay that back to me wit’ three points added to that, Apple. After that, I might become a problem.”

“It won’t be a problem, Supreme,” she assured him.

“As long as we got that understanding then.”

Apple rushed up the concrete stairway, while Supreme watched her in her form-fitting skirt, leeringly. This loan was motivated by pure lust. He massaged his crotch and thought about her young pu-ssy. It was a loan he was eager to get paid back in sex. He didn’t want the money; he wanted her.





CHAPTER 3




Kola stepped into the seedy and dimly lit strip club on Amsterdam Avenue, where the young women walked around butt naked with either a drink or cash in their hands. It was pure underground, where weed smoke lingered in the air, cheap liquor was served from a makeshift bar, and for the right amount of cash, one of the ghetto-style women would f-uck anyone in the back rooms.

Drake’s “Best I Ever Had” blared throughout the spot, while the male customers fondled the women with lustful attention, sucked tits, and squeezed asses. Coochies were wet, and dicks were hard from the surrounding temptation.

Kola followed behind Mike-Mike, strutting through the crowd. Clad in a revealing short skirt, a tight shirt, and her long, defined light-brown legs standing erect in some clear stiletto heels, her chandelier earrings and diamond bracelet gleamed magnificently in the place. She quickly caught the attention of a few men in the room. They thought she was a dancer. They eyed her like she was the prize to go after. Kola smiled and flirted with a few of them, but she wasn’t about to take her clothes off, especially for free. She just came to enjoy the scene and the ladies with her friend Mike-Mike.

“You want a drink, Kola?” Mike-Mike asked.

“Yeah, get me some Grey Goose.”

“A’ight, I got you, luv,” Mike-Mike said with a smile.

Mike-Mike was Kola’s friend from the building, and the two occasionally f*cked each other for fun. They both liked to get into different shit, it being either sex or getting money, and the two sometimes did it together, even having a threesome from time to time. But they still did their thang with other people without any feelings of jealousy in the mix.

Kola and Mike-Mike had a mutual respect for each other that went back to grade school. They understood each other, and no one could break their special bond. Mike-Mike was a go-getter and a brawler who hustled the block under Cross, and if Kola had any beef, he had her back and vice versa.

Mike-Mike moved through the crowd with a strong confidence. He was like a pit bull, with his wide build and strong arms, and weighed close to three hundred pounds. He was only six-two, but his appearance alone was intimidating to many. He rocked a shaved head and a thick beard, and was sometimes mistaken for a Muslim. His forearm was covered in tattoos, his ears sported diamonds, and he was a beast on the streets and in the bedroom. Kola loved him, but they weren’t in love. They were just cool with each other.

Kola stood by the stage and was fixated on a sweaty, young female working hard for a few dollars. The stripper was short, but thick all over. She was butt naked, her shoes laid on one side of the stage and her clothing to the opposite. With her legs spread, she was playing with her c-lit to the sound of Drake. She worked the stage with such zeal; she looked like she was born to be a freak.

Kola smiled, admiring the girl. She was somewhat into women. For her, it felt good to try new things, and tonight she wanted to experiment with her third threesome. Bored, she was ready to indulge in some sexual excitement.

Kola began tipping the dancer. She spread a few dollars onto the girl and had her work her body for a few twenties in singles. The dancer rotated, made her ass cheeks clap like applause, and spread herself all around, showing Kola every inch of her body—ass crack and all. Her kitty-cat was shaved, her thighs were thick like a tree trunk, and her nipples were dark like Hershey’s chocolate. The girl put on such a show; Kola gave her an extra twenty.

“What’s ya name?” Kola asked.

“Kandy.”

“I like you, Kandy,” Kola said.

“Thanks.”

Kola felt up her tits, grabbed her thighs. “I wanna talk to you later.”

“A’ight,” Kandy replied with a smile.

Mike-Mike returned with Kola’s drink. He looked over at Kandy then asked Kola, “You like that?”

“Yeah, she’s cute and sexy.”

“Fuck it. You wanna do her?” he asked.

“Let me look around first,” Kola said.

Mike-Mike nodded and took a sip from his Corona. He looked around the room to see who was who, made some quick observations, and then focused his attention back to Kola and the girl on stage.

The place was buzzing with naked, willing women and constantly flowing with alcohol. Men and women were disappearing in and out of the back rooms for VIP all night. Money was being made, while fantasies were being fulfilled.

Kola watched some lesbian action being performed on stage, where two girls were contorted in the 69 position, tits pressed against flesh; legs spread wide.

The men howled and tossed dollar bills at the lewd action. One dude even went as far as to pour his beer down one girl’s back and then between the other girl’s legs. Still, the girls didn’t miss a beat pleasing each other.