WILD THANGZ by Winston Chapman (An Essence Magazine National Best Seller)

Chapter 23

On Tuesday-morning, Trina, Brea and I were in Trina and I's apartment with the $96,000 in cash we were waiting to give to the Vinettis when they returned. We cleaned the apartment that'd been previously left in shambles, as a way to work off nervous energy.

All three of us were dressed in the sexiest outfits, we had. Three sets of bosoms over- flowing out of tops and legs shined with lotion and showing-off in short mini-skirts. We'd hope that the added sex-appeal would make it difficult for them to kill us. Well, that's what we hoped.

The loud knock on our door caused us all to be extremely nervous, even Brea.

We'd spent our time trying to come-up with all the reasons why today would not be the last day of our existence. But the truth was none of us knew that for sure.

I went to the door and opened it, as Bruno and the other goon quickly pushed me to the side and spun their heads around to survey our apartment, before Marco entered.

"Nice of you to join us, Brea," Marco spoke, at the mere sight of the new female in the room, as though he already knew her.

It was clear that Brea hadn't lied to us about not knowing him, as her face was surprised that he'd identified her by face, not realizing that it was simply from deduction. Marco knew who we were, so that meant the new female had to be Brea.

"Hi-iigh," Brea's voice cracked in response.

"Do you guys have what we came for?" Marco asked while his goons were busy checking the other rooms to make sure that we were alone.

"Yes!" Trina said, anxious to execute the transaction and for them to leave.

Brea and Trina kept an eye-out on the goons as I retrieved a duffle bag containing the 96- G's from under the kitchen sink.

"Here it is!" I cautiously handed to him from as far of a distance that I could extend my arm.

"I hope you're not offended by my counting it?" Marco said rather calmly, like this was a legitimate business deal.

The delay of their exit by taking the time to count the money in our apartment scared us. We weren't sure if they were going to kill us after counting it or not. But the calm tone of Marco's voice made me hold-out hope that it wasn't the case. Plus, I figured when he first unzipped the bag and saw the cash, he could've just done it right then, but he didn't.

First, Marco fanned through each stack to make sure that the whole stack was actual money and not the inside filled with blank paper. Next, he had Bruno and the other goon meticulously start counting, while his attention was steadfastly on our whereabouts.

"Did you guys get all dressed up for me?" he laughed at our apparently veil and rookie-ish attempt.

"Umm-hmm," Brea seductively hummed, as my jaws tightened from not knowing what- in-the-hell she was trying to do.

"Oh, there's an extra 16-grand in the bag!" Brea more comfortably explained, as though she'd contributed to the extra money.

During her comments, she'd even dared to take a couple of steps in his direction like she was becoming relaxed with the situation.

The goons looked up for a minute, distracted by Brea's swaying toward Marco.

"Hey! Pay attention to what you're fuckin' doing! Count the shit!" Marco chastised them both.

Marco's eye resumed targeting Brea's chest, as Brea eye-balled him back.

Trina and I stood there like little sisters that'd been dragged out on our big sister's date. My legs were shaking, as I couldn't believe what I was witnessing from Brea, but I didn't have the courage to stop her. Besides feared Marco's reaction if I did, as he didn't seem to mind the game. Though, it was clear Brea wasn't capable of making him forget what he came to do, whatever that was.

As Brea stood in front of Marco talking, arching her back, with her butt and chest sticking out and her hand on her hip, Marco smiled as though he was really laughing at her. He nonchalantly looked at the table to see the progress the goons were making on the count before reaching up to Brea's top, not even concerned about permission, and pulled it down until both of her titties popped out.

Brea's hand briefly left her hip, as though it intended to do something about what he'd done, as I think she didn't expect that he'd be that bold. But her hand never made it all the way up to his hand and she put it back on her hip trying to recover like she'd not been surprised at all by his aggressive move.

What in the fuck is Brea doing?!! She's gonna get us killed or raped or something bad!, I thought loudly in my head.

Reading Trina's easily readable face, I knew the same thing was running through her head as well.

I was pissed because Brea was always executing plans that she didn't give notice to us before-hand.

Marco pinched Brea's nipples so hard with one hand until her folded lips gave way to attempted-to-be-held-in grunts.

"Awwhhhh! Awwhhh!" she grunted, as Marco squeezed and twisted in a manner that couldn't have been comfortable.

It was obvious that Marco was testing his boys, as they dared not look-up like they wanted to. At the same time, he was teaching Brea a lesson about trying to play her weak-game of seduction on him.

"Ohhhhh! Please! Please! Please!" Brea begged to the determined Marco, who now had her nipples fire-engine red in color.

The pressure from his two-fingered grip was so tight, Brea's standing body jerked forward, while her hands were up like she wanted to grab his, but didn't dare judging by his merciless facial expression.

"You wanna play with me? Do you think I can be played with?" Marco spoke with gritted teeth for Brea's lack of respect for his intelligence, as he forcefully twisted Brea's peaks some more until her legs began dancing from the pain.

"No! No! Please! Please!" Brea again humbly begged Marco to release her, as I could now see that his pliers-like grip had forced a white milky secretion out of her nipple's ends.

"$96,000! It's all here!" Bruno was happy to inform, now free to turn around without verbal abuse from Marco.

Marco didn't even look his way, as he stared at Brea's humbled flushed face for a moment. "Don't you ever think that you can play with someone like me! You got that?!" he said, as he finally released her, by pushing her back towards us.

Brea's eyes were filled tears and about to overflow as she gingerly tried to stuff her titties back into her top without hurting the already sore nipples.

I didn't like the mood that she'd just created, especially now that they were done counting. The three of them went to the door and turned around to face us.

"Should I pop 'em now or what?" Bruno asked to Marco while pulling out his gun.

Marco's face was still showing signs of anger at Brea as he scowled at her, before turning his head to look at Trina and me.

"You know what? Forghetta 'bout it," he said, lowering Bruno's raised gun-pointing hand. "These fuckin' bitches got the point!"

The moment they closed the door behind them, my body convulsed in epileptic seizure fashion.

I couldn't fathom how close that I'd just come to death. Every part of my body trembled and shook.

All three of us broke-down crying in tears. And none of us was in any shape to help comfort one another.