The Weight Watchers

Chapter 12: Ro

I called Butter. N.R. and Pork were walking over to Minaj. "You still in the van?" Butter asked when she picked up.
"Yeah."
"Give me 5 minutes, okay?"
"Sure."
Either she had cameras in the parking lot or someone watching. It's the only way to explain her knowing this much. Maybe she had me followed home the night we left the club. Still doesn't explain how she got my number. Picking up an empty Jansport book bag that N.R. most likely left behind, I placed her $200,000 in it. Expecting her to be walking I waited at the back of the van. Pulling up in a Mercedes sl550 she got out in a gold and nude pattern dress. Matching high heel sandals. No jewelry just a charm bracelet with different phases of the moon on it in different colored stones. Hair in a bun. Looking absolutely amazing.
"Either you got a foot fetish or you like women's shoes." Butter said approaching me. I didn't answer. "Can I have my money little boy." I opened the said door of the van allowing her to go in first. She looked back at me stepping up into the van. "Don't be trying to look at my ass looking up my dress."
"It ain't that deep Alaska." Calling her by her real name to show I know about her too.
"That's strike one. You don't get three. Don't call me that no more Romaine."
"You can call me that. It sound good coming out your mouth."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like...like you wanna eat me. My restaurant is across the street if you hungry."
She sat down ankles crossed. Grabbing the book bag of money squatting down in front of her opening it.
"You wanna count it?" I asked.
"No, I know it's there. You know not to play with me. You know I will find you."
"If you came looking for me it won't be about no missing money."
Staring at me still squatted I zipped the book bag closed staring at her thighs. The dress was short, not short enough.
"Are you looking at my dress pattern of my legs trying to see up my dress."
"Honestly, both."
"I see I have an admirer for sure. $7,500 for the dress. If you burn a hole through it staring, you're buying me another."
"How much you cost?"
"I'm priceless sweetie. Niggas have died over this pussy. That's a fact. You'll be lucky if I let you eat my pussy."
"Lucky? So you'd stop me if I tried?"
"You might lose your life. Willing to take that chance?"
"Yeah. It's worth it." I pushed the bag aside, easing her dress up. She didn't stop me just stared. I kept going opening her legs. She leaned back in the chair. I pulled her bottom to the edge of the seat. Kissing her inner thighs as she watched. Pushing her legs open wider there was no hair, no smell. I expected a reaction when I kissed her clit. Nothing. I kept going. Slowly but surely I began to hear soft moans which increased. Grabbing the back of my head with both her hands made me turn it up on her. I was down there about 5 minutes before she came. 2 more to make sure she was done, leaving a wet spot on the chair. Finding some wet wipes I cleaned her off. Her legs trembled a bit as she stood making sure her hair and make up were straight.
"That was ok." She shot at me staring in the mirror.
"Just okay?" I asked standing up smacking her behind. She jumped.
"Strike 2."
"I couldn't help it. Shouldn't you be getting back?"
"You kicking me out?"
"Naw. I don't want nobody to think I kidnapped you."
"You ain't crazy. Maybe you are since you got 2 strikes already. Those who matter know where I am. But, let me go before you think I'm sucking your dick or something."
"I wasn't thinking that. I did that because I wanted to."
"Because I let you."
"You wanted me to. Now what's next?"
"Nothing. What did you expect marriage?"
"Naw, nevermind."
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For both. You did good. Y'all did good."
"Now it was good."
"I came didn't I? Stop acting stupid boy. Open the door for me."
Retrieving her bag of money I opened the door exiting first then held her hand as she stepped out.
Butter got in her Benz. I sat the bag on the back seat. When she pulled off I texted her while walking to the club. "You taste like passion fruit." She sent back, "somebody hooked." I didn't reply.
"Did they get it?" N.R. asked about the money as I sat down.
"Yeah. Everything straight."
"Why you don't ever tell us who be putting you on these licks?" Pork asked with an attitude.
"I didn't think y'all cared as long as we got paid. Sometimes I do tell y'all anyway like I told y'all Katrina put us on Kita."
"Something ain't adding up. You be on some super secretive shit."
"Who?" Me and N.R. looked at him like he lost it.
"You. All the disappearing and shit."
"Hold up, secretive shit! I'm a grown ass man. I ain't gotta tell you where I'm going."
"Ro, who the fuck you talking to?"
"Hold up, chill y'all." N.R. jumped in sitting between us.
"Naw ain't no chill bro. All I do is make sure the hit is big enough that we all can profit nicely from. Not no punk ass $3-5000. I even give the bigger portion when it's uneven and you think I'm on some snake shit. Yet Mar dead over your fucking phone. Without me we wouldn't be doing shit this big. Y'all got families. I make sure y'all can let them live good. I risked my life for you. So did N.R. I'm out. N.R. take my split to your crib fuck that van."
"Where you going?" N.R. asked me.
"I don't know but I'll catch a cab there." I tossed him the keys and left.