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“Oh, I’m sorry. What are you doing?”

  “Bending the corner. What’s up?”

  “Oh. I was just calling you because I was wondering if I could get some more of that dick. My God, that thang between your legs is special,” Riley said, and the thought of TK sliding in her had her creaming her panties.

  TK shook his head because she ain’t have to tell him that his dick was good. He knew that. Just when he was getting ready to respond to her, TK spotted the guy he was waiting on coming to the door with the bag of money. Montahj, TK’s best friend’s nephew normally did this shit, but him and Pee Wee had to go out of town for one of their family member’s funerals.

  “Shorty let me hit you back,” TK told her.

  “Are you going to call me back for real?”

  “Fa’ sho,” TK said and hung up the phone.

  The guy walked to the window and TK went into his arm rest and put his Glock on his lap. These niggas had been working for him for a while, but he never knew when these niggas would get greedy and try to take his ass out, so he stayed ready, so he didn’t have to get ready. He took his scale off the back seat and placed it on the passenger seat so he could weigh the bag. He let the window down and took the bag away from him. Cleveland Arms made the least money out of all his traps, so the scale should read about three pounds or less. TK placed the money on the scale and it came out to two pounds.

  “You good, fam,” TK said when he let the window back down. “Take the green bag on the far right.”

  TK popped the trunk and the guy walked around to the back of the truck while TK watched him in his rearview mirror. He grabbed his bag and closed the trunk.

  “Aye, somebody will be around here later on to drop that off to you,” TK told the guy referring to his money.

  He pulled out of the complex and went to his next pick up place, which was Washington Heights. When he pulled in the nigga was already waiting for him which was a plus. It only took five minutes for the exchange to happen, and Eureka Gardens was his last stop and the place that made TK the most money. After the exchange at Eureka Gardens, he headed to his dad’s office.

  “Goddamn, I was getting ready to put an APB out on you. Where you been?” Big K asked him.

  Karter Kincaid, also known as Big K to everyone, was sitting at his desk looking over paperwork until his oldest son walked in. TK set the bags on the desk and then sat down in the seat across from his dad. Big K pulled three money machines from under his desk and turned them on. TK opened each bag and took the money out to start counting it. For a few moments, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the money machines going off as TK placed the money on them.

  “You looked pissed. What Chey do this time?”

  “Nothing. Chey and Chas going to Vegas and I have to work the front at Sins. You know I don’t like fucking with people like that.”

  Ignoring TK, Big K started typing on his phone. He knew his son hated fucking with a lot of people. All his life, TK ain’t really fuck with nobody like that. He only had two friends his whole life and one of them was murdered on his twenty-first birthday, and the other one was Peewee.

  “You should hire another girl for shit like this,” TK said to his dad.

  “Nah. You know I don’t want too many people in my business like that.”

  “Where’s Mom?”

  “Went with the girls to Abu Dhabi.”

  Sabrina Kincaid was a hustler if TK had ever seen one. She was the reason that Sins was even a thing. Sabrina and Big K were celebrating one of their anniversaries in Dubai. The last night they were there, a man approached Big K and asked him how much it would be to spend a night with his wife. Sabrina was tall, stacked in the right places, and chocolate, and Big K was sure that he had never seen a chocolate woman that beautiful before. Big K told him that his wife was priceless until the man said that he would pay fifty thousand dollars to spend a night with her. Sabrina immediately intervened in the conversation and told the man if he had a hundred and fifty grand, he could take her and have his way with her. The man instantly wrote the check. Big K didn’t know what happened that night, nor did he ask, but he knew they left Dubai a hundred and fifty thousand dollars richer, and thus Sins was born. Sins had been open for the last six years and thriving like a mothafucka.

  “Oh. I guess. Well, you know my club will be ready soon, right?”

  Despite being a hood nigga, he was a smart hood nigga. He got his business degree from Ed Waters College on a full ride scholarship. His parents were big on education, so he would always have something to fall back on. Before his parents started their business, Sabrina was a principal and Big K sold drugs. After they saw their first million from Sins, Sabrina left the school and started doing the shit full-time, and now they saw a million dollars every two weeks. Prostitution was a very lucrative business.

  “Oh yeah. You know how much money it takes to run a club, right? Especially a club like you want, right?” Big K asked his son.

  “Yeah, Dad. What you think I do with my money?”

  Big K eyed the blinged-out piece around his neck and the Rolex around his wrist.

  “Don’t even act like I have more jewelry than this, Pops. These are the most expensive pieces I have, and you know that.”

  Big K nodded his head. He was all about making money and would support his son in any way that he could, but he wasn’t going to be putting up all his money while his son blew his money on dumb shit.

  “You know Chey told your mama that she was ready for a baby,” Big K said.

  “Dad, I just had to replace the gate to my home two months ago. I highly doubt Chey’s crazy ass is ready for a baby. Hell, I don’t even think I’m ready for a baby right now. I don’t have time to be a dad when I’m going to be trying to get a club off the ground. Ain’t gon’ happen. Chey needs to grow up some more anyway. You heard how she clowned in the restaurant the other day, right?”

  “Yeah, I heard.”

  “Aight then. She too toxic to be a mom right now. Maybe in a couple of years or so. You’re going to be a granddad, old man.”

  TK started packing up the money, so he could go take it where it needed to be. He left the money to pay his workers on his dad’s desk.

  “Look, I have to get out of here. You know how to reach me, and have one of them girls to drop that money off to them niggas,” TK told his dad.

  Big K dapped his oldest son up and watched him walk out of his office.

  Chapter 3

  The next day, the only thing that was on Jholee’s mind was helping her father out in any way that she could. After her two classes, she was in the library after she had finished her homework and was now looking on the internet for jobs that she could apply for. She thought about applying to work at the bar, but she wondered if her dad would think that was too much like a club. She was sure that she could work at the beach and get good tips because a lot of drunk white people hung out at the beach at night and on the weekends. She figured that she could get at least five hundred in tips on the weekend. She could put on a good push-up bra to push her B-cup titties up and get even more tips. She had a little ass to grab, so a pair of good compression shorts could make it sit up nice.

  Her music stopped into her headphones, and her phone started ringing. She pulled her Beats off her head and picked her phone up.

  “Dad,” she whispered into the phone.

  “Baby girl. Where are you? Why are you whispering?”

  “I’m in the library. You need something?”

  “No. I just came down to your room looking for you and you weren’t here. That’s all. I’ll see you when you get here. Love you.”

  “I love you too, Dad.”

  After Jholee hung up the phone, she didn’t place her Beats back on right away. There were two girls across from her whispering loudly behind their computers.

  “Yes, girl. It was nice as fuck there. I got paid twenty thousand dollars just to let two men fuck on me. Their dicks were small, so they didn’t even
hurt me,” the first girl whispered.

  “For real? Damn. I might need to get in on that. Where is the place?” the second girl whispered.

  “Sinsations with an I instead of an E. It’s going to be a baldhead girl at the front. Tell her what you there for and then they’ll take it from there. Well, the code word is—” the girl started but was cut off by Jholee’s loud ass friend.

  “Girl, I have been looking all over for you. You’ve been in here the whole time,” Octavia said, and plopped down next to her.

  “I told you I was coming here after class,” Jholee responded quickly out of frustration from not hearing the code word to that place.

  “What are you about to do? I’m about to leave in a second. Do you need a ride home? Sorry I didn’t answer last night. Marcus had put me to sleep early, if you know what I mean,” Octavia said and nudged her.

  “No, I’m going to stay here for a little bit. I’ll just Uber home. It’s fine.”

  “I can wait, JoJo. It’s no prob,” Octavia said.

  “Oh, nah. I’m going to be here for a little while.”

  “Okay. Call me later.”

  Once Octavia left the library, Jholee listened to the girls and their conversation had changed. She picked up her phone and Googled Sinsations and it came right up. She wrote the address down, logged out of her computer, and left the library. Once she was outside, her heart started beating fast. She couldn’t believe that this thought had even ran through her head. She needed to call Octavia, so she could talk some sense into her. She picked up on the first ring.

  “You better not want a ride and I just left campus,” Octavia said into the phone.

  “So, I’m thinking about doing something crazy,” Jholee whispered into the phone.“What girl?”

  “Well, before you came into the library, two girls across from me were talking about this place called Sinsations and—”

  “Oh girl. Please, God, I hope you are not about to say what I think you’re about to say. Everybody knows about that place, JoJo.”

  “My family needs the money, Octavia. I used to drive a Beamer and now I have to bum rides from people. I’m tired of it. This will be my last sacrifice, Octavia. I promise,” Jholee spoke and wiped at the water that had pooled in her eyes.”

  If no one else knew about the trials and tribulations that Jholee and her family had been through, Octavia knew. Jholee and Octavia had been best friends for as long as they could remember. At first, Jholee tried to hide from her friends what her family was going through, but after she moved out of her apartment and got rid of her Beamer, she could no longer hide it. Octavia knew how hard it was for Jholee to go from thousands of dollars in her account to living check to check. Octavia knew that Jholee wasn’t cut out for selling her body because she was just too shy, and she had heard about Sinsations and what they did to women overseas. Yeah, those girls walked around in red bottoms around campus, and drove the latest Mercedes, and had the latest Chanel bags, but they never told anyone what they had to do to get it. Octavia didn’t want that for her friend. Granted, Jholee loved nice things because she had been spoiled all her life, but Octavia didn’t want her to sacrifice nothing else for her stupid ass daddy, especially her virginity. It’s not her fault that her dad was a cheating bastard and everything happening to the Marshalls was his fault.

  “Ocky, are you there?” Jholee whispered into the phone.

  Octavia sighed. “Yes, I’m here, JoJo. I just… I know you love your father, but he needs to figure shit out on his own. You’ve given up everything for him. This is your virginity you’re talking about. Something you will never be able to get back.”

  “You’re right.” Jholee sniffed. “Yes, you’re right.”

  “I know I am.”

  “I’ll call you later.”

  “Ok,” Jholee said and hung up the phone.

  Jholee called for the Uber and it was there in three minutes. On the way home, Jholee picked up her phone and typed in selling your virginity in the Google search bar. The first article that came up was a Polish woman talking about she sold her virginity for almost two hundred thousand dollars. Jholee’s eyes lit up and she immediately closed her phone.

  “Hi. I’m going to change the address. Is that okay?” Jholee asked the Uber driver.

  “Sure.”

  Jholee changed the address and it was thirty minutes away. She felt like she was going to release the contents of her stomach at any moment.

  “You don’t look okay,” the Uber driver said to her.

  “I’m good. Just a little… I’ll be fine,” Jholee replied.

  “Grab a water back there.”

  Jholee cracked opened the water and downed half of it. It seemed like the ride got there quicker than she expected. She eased out of the car on shaky legs and eased her black MCM backpack on her back and her Louis Vuitton purse on her shoulder. The building stood by itself and the tint on the windows was so dark, that you would think the store was closed. She checked the time on her phone again, and the store was going to be opened for another two hours. The only car in the parking lot was a black on black Mercedes and it was really pretty. She took a deep breath before pulling on the door of the store and walking in. There were sex toys lined up on every wall. Jholee looked at the desk and saw a man sitting behind the desk.

  Shit! They said it was supposed to be a baldhead girl at the desk. Shit! Shit! Jholee thought to herself.

  The man stood up and he seemed gigantic over Jholee. His baby face should have been plastered in magazines. His skin was perfect and blemish free. The stubbled hair across his top lip told Jholee that he was probably the same age as her. Jholee knew he was crazy because he had on a white velour track suit in this Florida weather. She took another step towards the counter but turned around and walked down the aisle. She didn’t know what to say to him. She wasn’t ready to talk to him. Maybe she’d have to come back when the baldhead girl was there.

  TK sat back down and watched the camera on the girl that had just walked down the aisle. He could tell that she wasn’t looking at anything in particular, which led him to believe that it was another reason why she was there. He pushed the chair back and walked from around the desk.

  TK walked up behind Jholee. “Can I help you, shorty?”

  Jholee jumped and grabbed her chest. She turned around and looked at the man and he didn’t seem gigantic over her, he was gigantic over her. He had to be over six-feet tall and slightly over two hundred pounds. Jholee only weighed a hundred and twenty pounds, so he was much wider than her, that she couldn’t even see around him.

  “Hi. Um. I don’t know,” Jholee stuttered. “Can I whisper it in your ear?”

  “Girl, we ain’t in no kindergarten. The fuck you talking about whispering when we the only two people in here?” TK snapped.

  Jholee shrunk. “Please don’t shout.”

  “Well, tell me what the fuck you want before I shout even louder up in here.”

  “I want to sell my… sell my virginity. I know there is a code, but I don’t have it. I overheard some girls talking and my family…”

  Jholee’s ranting came to a halt when TK held his hand up. She swallowed the lump that was in her throat.

  TK shook his head, in disbelief that she had overheard people talking about her dad’s place. This bitch could have been the feds. “You’re said that you’re here to do what?”

  “Sell my virginity.”

  “Mane, I don’t know what the fuck place you think this is, but this ain’t that. Get your little scrawny ass up out here girl unless you about to buy one of these fake ass dicks on this wall,” TK growled.

  Tears pooled in Jholee’s eyes and she nodded her head. “Okay.”

  She brushed passed him and rushed out of the store into the humid air.

  “Octavia was right. I was a fool to come out here. This was just a sign that I didn’t need to do this,” Jholee spoke to herself and wiped her tears away.

  She sat on the parking stump in
front of the store and pushed in for an Uber. The closest Uber was twenty minutes away and she sighed. She had no choice but to wait because the closest place to here was a gas station she remembered seeing about a mile up the road.

  Inside of Sinsations, TK stared at the camera looking at the girl sit on the stump. He replayed the conversation he had with the girl and he felt kind of bad, so he got up and went to the door.

  “God, I know I’m about to regret this,” TK whispered to himself.

  He opened the door, and yelled, “Aye!”

  Jholee jumped at the sound of the deep voice. She turned around and saw the guy holding the door open.

  “The fuck you looking crazy for. You think I’m holding this door open for my health? Come here. It’s hot out here.”

  Jholee eased off the stumped and walked towards the man. He closed the door and locked it. Jholee got scared because she didn’t think the door needed to be locked.

  “I have… have pepper spray,” Jholee stuttered.

  “And I have a nine on my waist, and I bet I can get to my pistol before you get your pepper spray,” TK said and walked around the desk and took a seat.

  “What’s your name?” he asked her.

  “Um…”

  “If you gon’ lie, I’mma kick you out.”

  “Jholee Marshall,” she whispered.

  “Jholee Marshall? Why you got a nigga name?”

  “It’s not a nigga name. It’s my name.”

  TK nodded his head. “So, tell me what you here for again?”

  “To sell my virginity,” she said with much more certainty.

  “Okay, why you wanna do that? How old are you?”

  “My family needs the money and I am twenty-two years old.”

  “Sell those bags on your back and your arm, if you need the money.”

  Jholee tightened the straps of her purse against her body. “These are mine. These are my bags, sir. I read that you can get a hundred and fifty thousand dollars for a virginity and I need that money.”

  TK looked at her with a smirk on his face. There was no way that she would walk away from this place with a hundred and fifty thousand dollar check. At best, she would get sixty thousand dollars once Big K got his cut.