Sharmain * Shar * Brasford
"Open your jacket.", Blaze instructed.I slowly unbuttoned it before letting it drop to the floor. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he scanned me up and down. I rolled my eyes as he licked his lips & placed his hand into the crouch of his pants.
"Spin around!", he said, licking his lips again.
"Like this?"
I placed my hands on my hips and slowly turned, seductively.
"Mmm. Yeahhh girl. You def' got the look, but do you have the skills?"
He smirked as he motioned me to come closer.
"It's time!", I said, sorta to myself.
I knew exactly what he wanted. I walked up to him while putting my weave into a ponytail. I got on my knees and watched as he pulled his dick out and stroked it twice. I tried not to laugh at the size of it. I see why this asshole has a big ego. I whipped my ponytail to the side before he grabbed the back of my head. Any second now. I wrapped my hands around his shaft and slowly lowered my head. I was anxious. I've never gotten this far in the 'interview'.
"Hurry up. He ain't gon' suck himself bitch!"
The other two men standing in the room began to laugh. I swallowed hard before placing my lips on the tip. I slowly opened my mouth, allowing him to enter. My face screwed up at the taste of salt. I didn't ask for cracker flavored dick. I didn't ask for any of this at all.
"You want the job or NOT!?", he asked slamming my head down.
I usually gag but he was light work. He moaned as I looked at him. What's taking them so long? I didn't want to do this anymore. It felt like I was drinking a lot of beach water. I don't even like beaches.
"Ahhh, let me feel some teeth. Let me feel some fucking teeth."
I tried to screw my face up at his weird request, but he held my head down. You're gonna' feel some teeth alright. I now imagined a hot sausage in my mouth and bit down so hard, I swear I seen a tear drop from his eye.
"ARHHHH! You fucking bitch!", he screamed, holding his dick.
"Kill this bitch now.", he told the two men.
One man grabbed me up off my knees and slammed me against the wall, causing me to fall down against it. The other, taller guy walked over and picked me up, pointing his gun at me. I was so scared, I peed on myself just a little, as my legs shook uncontrollably. But I couldn't show them I was scared. I had to hang on. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm about to die because of this dumb motherfucker. I looked my soon-to-be killer in his dark brown eyes. They showed no emotion. Soon after, no remorse. He licked his lips as I seen his trigger finger bend a little. I closed my eyes, but didn't squeeze them shut. I swallowed hard as i continued to seem fearless.
*BOOM!*
*POW! POW!*
The sound of the front door busting in, followed by gun shots, caused my eyes to shoot open. There was blood all over my body and my cute bra set. Such an idiot. I sucked my teeth as I tried wiping the blood off.
"PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP MOTHERFUCKER!"
Two masked men dressed in all black, were pointing their guns at Blaze. His two accomplices were laid on the floor, with a bullet to their head. The more muscular of the two masked man, walked towards me, then grabbed me by the arm. His grip was tight as he ragged me towards the door. "Where's Desiree nigga?", the other masked man asked, still aiming at Blaze.
"You have the wrong guy man. I don't own any Desiree's. I have a destiny if that's who you mean."
The masked man hit Blaze across his face with his pistol, causing him to fall. Blaze looked up, grabbing a bloody nose.
"Do it look like I came to play motherfucker? Next time its gonna' be your life."
He cocked his gun back.
"Now where's the bitch?"
"C'mon bro. She's an expensive piece of merchandise. Look I'll give you three others, in place of her.", Blaze begged.
"Where is she?" The man holding me asked, now pointing his gun back at Blaze.
I stood there, rolling my eyes, wishing this shit would be over with already.
"He could stand here and interrogate you all day, but I'll put a bullet in your head before you finish your next sentence. Now the next thing outta' your mouth, better be the location of the girl. My bro asked where is she, so WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!?"
He let go of my arm and placed his other hand on the gun while walking towards Blaze.
"She... they in the room. Far back."
The muscular dude ragged me by my arm again and dragged me with him, as we followed his partner.
"I know that's you... Adonis... And Gershere. Under those masks. You can't fool me.", Blaze said.
All three of us stopped in our tracks and turned around.
"You better kill me before you leave here, because I promise you, my..."
*POW*
Blaze body fell back. Blood pouring from his head. His eyes wide opened. I covered my eyes as we continued to walk to the back room. The other guy put his ear to the door and listened, before motioning us closer. He slowly opened it as he pointed his gun inside first.
*POW!*
"AHHHHH. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK!?"
He pushed the door open. Music blasted while half dressed and naked girls screamed and scattered around the room like roaches, climbing on top of each other for protection. A half dressed man laid dead on the bed.
"Desiree, hurry up and get your shit and get dressed. G, take her to the car."
The man holding me pushed and pulled me all the way to the car. He wouldn't even let me pick my jacket up off the living room floor. Have me out here with my body exposed.
"Get in!", He instructed, pushing me into the back seat.
"Can I at least get my jacket."
"Fuck your jacket.", He said getting in the driver's seat.
I sat there waiting for his friend and this 'Desiree' girl to come to the car. I began to rub the interior thinking about how nice and soft it was. How I was about to knock out on this back seat because I know this is going to be a long ride. Two minutes into my thoughts, the pair came speed walking to the car with their heads down. She didn't even have any clothes with her. Just a cheap jean jacket. I sucked my teeth and faced the window. I can't believe I signed up for this shit.
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