"Ight fellas...Coming to the stage next is our very own video vixen Red Velvet!" The Dj's words fell like lead upon Velvet’s ear. The words made her flesh crawl as she realized she was back home in Serpentine. Under the several layers of cover girl makeup, bitterness was written on her face. She looked down at the stage from the 10-foot platform backstage. How am I back at this?! She contemplated. Velvet left this very club 10 years ago with no plan of looking back. She lucked up and got invited to one of Albert's, the club owner, infamous private parties. Always hungry for extras, she cornered off a trick with big pockets into a bathroom[1] [2] . Two days later she found out she blew the top of a music executive. He called stating he loved her Kardashian look and had a job for her. Without hesitation, Velvet said yes. Her job was to entertain the men of deals he was tryin' to land. Givin' head turned into givin' ass, giving ass turned into givin pussy, which lead to twerkin' in music videos. Velvet didn't mind cause it had her living' drivin' and eattin' good. She had the big house on the hill, 2 foreigns in the garage and lobster on the table. But it all came crashin' down when a bitch with better head and a fatter ass came along. Velvet found herself back at the bottom jerkin' niggas off for extras again. She lowered her head and took a deep breath and blew it out. She heard her cue to come down the pole.
Dae Dae
“Spend that shit, spend that shit
Spend that shit, spend that shit
Spend that check and get it right back
Spend that check and get it right back
Spend that shit, spend that shit
Spend that shit, spend that shit
Spend that check and get it right back
Spend that check and get it right back”
As Velvet slowly spun down the pole upside down helicopter style to the stage she told herself it was only temporary, if she did it once she could do it again. Once at the bottom, she did a backbend split to the floor. She pulled herself up by the pole lifted her head, flung her 24" number 425 passion Bahamas curl and commenced to working the pole as if it was a 10-foot chrome dick. The ecstasy pill under her tongue ignited and coursed through her body. Velvet's mind left the present circumstances and traveled to another dimension. The music vibrations formed small hands caressing her body as she made love to the pole on stage traveling on the ecstasy euphoria roller coaster. Her movements tantalized the punch-drunk eyes of the few horney patrons in the club.
Bounce, bounce, shake, shake and drop. Bounce, bounce, shake, shake and drop. Three hours into her shift and the effects the ecstasy started to wear off. The ex-video vixen thick thighs and calves burned as she vigorously tried to keep the men in the small crowd attention. She had sweated off all her body glitter and only had 1 more outfit left for the night. At last count, she had only made a stack plus the $200 tip out. Money wasn't flowin' the way Velvet needed it to, she knew she had to come up with a plan quick. Short nights were not an option for her type of lifestyle.
Smack!
Velvet turned to look at the face the hand on her ass was connected to.
"Oh hell naw!...Dat ass cheek alone cost 5 stacks! It's extra to touch muthafucka... the fuck you thinkin'!"
The man sniffed the hand that he rubbed on her ass and gave her $50. Velvet bent over clapped her ass an inch from the sitting man's face.
"Another $50 and you can lick it." She purred.
The feel of his smooth warm wet tongue in the crack of her ass gave her goosebumps. With a grin, she put the $100 in the straps of her platform heels, stood back up rolled her honey brown contact eyes, and strutted away.
As she crossed the floor out the corner of her eye Velvet saw her mark. Somehow his intoxicating musk cologne overpowered the smell of sweat and cigarettes to meet her. He looked like money. He might be it! The thought of money made her pussy flutter, she loved the rush. She eyeballed and counted him up from across the room, Polo down, his wrist was frozen, real Gucci shades and, damn those Jordan's hadn't been released yet. He didn't look bad either. Above the collar of his shirt, she could make out what must be part of a tribal tattoo. His fresh temple fade cut was connected to his well-groomed beard that caressed his strong jaw line. His blunt rested on full moisten lips. His eyes were dark and seemed to say come fuck this big black dick. Velvet changed gears and made her way toward him. She had to work her magic. Her mission was to get him in a private room, otherwise, she would have to share. If those thirsty bitches in the club saw her working a trick they would help themselves, they have no type of manors. Velvet flashed a smile. He flashed smiled back. He motioned for her to come to him. Velvet put on her finest strut making sure her full hips swayed with each thrust of her 5'9'' long, thick pecan legs. She licked her lips as she approached him. She was unable to read him, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to work him. Once she was in range she whispered in his ear.
"Meet me in room 4". She sang into his ear, giving his earlobe a small kiss before walking away.
The trick smiled and walked in the direction of the private room as he was asked. Velvet took a quick detour to the back. She grabbed a few baby powder scented wipe. She wiped her neck, under her breast, underarms and between her her legs changed into her last outfit, a Bellatrix black lace cage bodysuit. With only lace and straps, it left nothing to the imagination. Velvet made he way to room 4.
She stood with her back against the pole watching him through the sheer curtain, she tried one last time to read him again. She chose room 4 because it was much like her name. The walls were crimson velvet, the chair was black leather and the fluorescent low lighting was the best in this room.
The leather hugged his muscular frame he slowly rubbed the arm of the chair as he waited with anticipation. He sat wide legged as if he was straddling the stage. A part of her wanted to feel his large hands on her tiny waist as she rode his dick sucking his soul from his body with her pussy. Velvet shook her head to refocus from her day dream. She saw the gleam off his pinky ring diamond as he re-lit his blunt.
"Where you at baby girl" His booming voice echoed in the small room.
Velvet tapped the button on the floor to open the curtain and started the music. She saw the gold on his teeth as he licked his full lips. That was her cue. The music began to play.
In a seductive swoop she lifted herself onto the pole. The routine she pick flashed a lot of pussy, she had to make sure she hooked him to pay out. Velvet started upside down on the pole doing a caterpillar climb, an inverted pike and turned that into an inverted Teddy. Doing what she hoped, giving give full access to a pussy shot. To end her 30-minute session she slowly dropped to the floor into a spread eagle her top exposing her maple brown nipples. She placed them in her mouth and flicked her nipple with her tongue. With her leg still cocked open she slowly massaged herself until her juices began to flow. The stranger started to shift in his seat. Good, she thought, being uncomfortable meant he was ready to get into something. She got down on all fours and started to reverse cowgirl the floor. She looked back to make sure he saw her ass clap with each hip thrust. He took his blunt out if his mouth and motioned her to come to him. "Got ‘em," she thought to herself. Velvet slowly crawled to him, her body ached for what was bulging in his pockets. She threw back her curly hair and leaned in for him to whisper in her ear.
"Since dat pussy wont to keep openin’ like she hungry...how bout you cum to my spot so I can feed it" His deep voice was like honey. His soft lips gently touched her ear sending a signal between her thighs.
"I'll follow you anywhere". Velvet shaking her head yes in response while toying with the golden key around his neck.
Before leaving his presence she made sure her right nipple brushed his lips. Without hesitation, he slid it into his mouth and told her "There's more". He placed his blunt back in his mouth. To ensure he didn't change his mind or get distracted by another chick, Velvet took his blunt proceeded to lay on her back on stage and vaginally smoke his blunt.
"Damn" he whispered.
Velvet ran to the dressing room to shower and changed. She figured she could leave the car at the club and ride with him.
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Velvet tossed her hair and crossed her legs to hide her excitement as they pulled up to his "honeycomb hideout" cabin about 45 minutes from the club right off of HWY 13. Velvet was impressed from what she saw, living here must be like living on vacation every day! This is what she was used to, niggas wit money. Her gut was right and she had another whale on her hands. She was on her way back to the top she thought. The cabin had a perfect view of the town below. The deck appeared to wrap from the front to the back of the cabin. There was not another house for miles.
After entering the code to open the door he lead her inside. The foyer had beautiful white marble flooring with large mirrors covering the walls. It smelled of amber, incense, and vanilla. The living room had hardwood floors with huge black leather sofas. With a remote, he started the fireplace.
Velvet turned her back to the den and slowly walked toward the fireplace, slipping off her shoes she playfully rubbed her toes into the white fur rug. She gave him her best Khloe Kardashian pout sexy face. She slipped off her army green Klaudianne oversized blouse dress revealing her freshly showered and baby-oiled bare body. As she got to her knees, she motioned for him to come closer. His 6-foot frame towered over her. Damn, she thought as she glided her hand on the outside of his black Levi jeans. She sucked her bottom lip. It had to be 9 inches may be more and wide as the palm of her hand. She outlined the impressive print with her passion fruit colored long coffin shaped nails. It jumped at her touch. She had to see the gift he was packing. She made eye contact with him as she unzipped his jeans. He was doing a hellafied LL Cool J impression by licking his lips as she reached into his boxer briefs. Damn, I hope he eat pussy like that she thought. Full of excitement, like a child on Christmas she pulled out his diamond hard shaft...
"What the hell!" she busted out laughing.
Snap!
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“Shit baby!” Albert threw back his head in pleasure. “Get dat nut out a there!” he placed his hand on the back of her head forcing her lower onto his cock. ” Take this big dick...Ahh...” moans escaped his lips as he released his load in the back of her throat. Margaret stood to her feet licking the cum from her lips and adjusted her form fitting silver dress. At 60 she was still fire. She Stood 6 foot in her cheap lillian white floral print 4-inch pumps. Her size 5’ 7” frame housed full firm C cup breast and an ass that still turned necks. Her platinum colored pixie short hair framed her face and accented her full lips and her slanted dark brown eyes and tan compilation.
“After 30 years dat head still fire.” Albert shot her a playful grin. Their flirting was soon interrupted.
“Damn Albert! I wonda how long yo old ass was goin’ to take ta nut..Surprise you still get hard nigga” The man in the shadow laughed as he walked forward revealing his identity by standing in the light of the desk lamp.
“Dat old bitch look like she got crazy neck skills” The stranger shot Margaret a glance as he licked his lips. Margaret shot ice daggers back.
“Lil Red have a seat while I speak business with my partner” Albert poured himself a glass of Patron before sitting at his desk.
“Dat’s Lil Red from da hood?” the stranger asked in amazement. “I hear about cher!” his curiosity showed. Albert smiled.
“So what’s up, it’s not Friday so I don't owe you any money yet?” The stranger sat down in the large leather chair and kicked his feet up. “I’m bored. I am running out of dolls to play wit.”
Albert took a sip of his drink. “So I guess you want a party”.
The stranger laughed. “Ya know what I like. I expect them this Friday”. With a side eye he turned to Margaret. “Lil’ Red will you be there?”
Albert quickly spoke up. “No”. The stranger shrugged and left the office.
Margaret walked to Albert and sat in his lap playing with his now gray waves. “I know the perfect girl for his party.”
“Red it ain't that type of party…. He got a fucked-up fetch...” he trailed off taking another sip not wanting to give the horrible details.
“I know about him and his sweet tooth. My granddaughter would be perfect”. A devilish grin came on her face.
“Red... I don't think you understand.”
No Albert you don't understand me. That bitch crossed and has to go!” Ice dropped from her tongue wit each word. “Do you realize that bitch has the power to take everything you own! I worked too hard to lose it all now!” Margaret slammed her fist on the desk and stormed across the room. Albert followed her and grabbed her wrist.
“Do you think she will find out!” Albert now realizing what was at stack.
Margret shot him a look of daggers “Yes!... She has to go! Grow some fucking balls and get rid of her. ” She snatched her wrist from grip slamming the door as she left. Albert walked to his window wall where he had full few of his club below.
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You do a lot of extra work!" Diamond blurted out after a few minutes of just sitting at the bar watching Phoenix.
"What you mean?" The statement puzzled Phoenix as she wiped down her work station.
"I mean the chick before you just wiped down and cleaned the bar...You go behind them every time and re-clean...I don't get it… Dat's extra work for nothing!" Diamond leaned over the bar dropping two sandwich bags. One filled with pills the other filled will small bags with powder. Phoenix placed them under the bar in her usually hiding spot.
“If you need me I will be in my office” Diamond shot back at Phoenix as she walked to the VIP section in the back of the club. Phoenix and Diamond had been best friends since they were 10. Diamond was the hood princes. Her hair was a natural sandy red she wore natural and blown out to match her firecracker personality. She stood 5’ 10’, 135lbs of pure curves and thickness. Phoenix matched her beauty with log full bone straight black hair to her mid waist. Long legs thick thighs with a taste of Native American feathers.
They got the work from her dad and had a small operation of supplying the dancers and john’s their fixes. For Phoenix it started out as a side hustle for shopping money she hide from her step grandmother. Since kicking them out it, Phoenix had to change gears and it became how she made ends meet.
After a few hours of flirting and making drinks Phoenix saw Diamond walk up out the corner of her eye.
Diamond lead over. "The DJ is looking for Velvet… Have you seen her?" she yelled over the club music.
Phoenix had to think for a moment. "No, not since the other night."
"Okay." Diamond shrugged.
"You know it was slow the other night. She may have gone to another club." Phoenix waved it off.
"True…" Diamond agreed.
Phoenix train of thought was interrupted by the finest piece of chocolate she had ever seen. She had to catch herself as she felt her mouth hanging open. With a voice smooth as honey he asked for Hennessy on ice.
Phoenix could feel his eyes move over her body as she made the drink. Her body started to sweat from being nervous.
With a cool smile, he said "keep the change" He brushed her hand as he paid for the drink, and walked away. Phoenix had two $100 bills in her hand. All she could say was " Damn he smooth!"
Diamond walked by. "Let me find out!"
Phoenix rolled her eyes. "Whatever!" Phoenix was impressed. Hell, even his money smelled good.
The rest of the night was filled with cheap tipping cornballs with weak ass lines. The only upside was it kept her and Diamond laughing as they roasted the wannabe ballers.
By the end of her shift Phoenix started to put up the bottles feeling good, she went over her goal for the night.
One of the girls, Candy, that had been working the floor walked up to the bar. She sucked her teeth to get Phoenix's attention.
"Damn!... what's wrong with you? I didn’t fuck you last night…or yo baby daddy" Phoenix shot at the sour faced chick.
With a turned-up nose, she huffed "Some fine ass black nigga said give you dis." She rolled her eyes and tossed a piece of paper on the bar and walked away.
"Rain drop" Diamond sang.
“Drop top….man I ain't fuckin wit you.” Phoenix laughed
“I can’t help it she a thot thot!” Diamond bust out laughing.
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The dj stepped up. "Now even though Al needs bad bitches at the party don't mean leave the club dry!"
Albert shock his head in agreement. "True...6 chicks should be good."
Phoenix raised her hand. "Will the bar be supplied or do I need to come by here to get some bottles?"
Albert exhaled cigar smoke. "Everything will be set up and supplied when you get there."
Phoenix gave a thumbs up. Coco walked around the room and selected the 6 girls that would work the party then the meeting was ended. Once everyone was gone Coco walked to Albert and began to play with his tie.
Taking a few steps back. "I need you to do me a favor baby girl. At the party make sure Phoenix and the hist link up." Albert took a long in hail of his Cubano.
"Why tho?!... I mean dat bitch aint shit!"
"Look Coco"... Albert grabbed her by the face. "When I fucking tell you something that what I expect. All this back talk gone get yo ass beat. Bitches dis day too damn disrespectful!"
He released her face with a hard shove toward the floor. She stumbled a few steps before landing on a table. Coco glared at her cheeks and ears started to hit up. To keep herself from speaking another word she bit her bottom lip.
"Now that's a good girl." Albert blew smoke into the air as he walked away.
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Fuck! What am I gone wear?!
Really bitch! All de. Damn cloths you got! Diamond pushed Phoenix to the side and started going through her clothes.
Phoenix ploped on the bed. Damn you so aggressive. She laughed
Look we gone have fun tonight! Aint neither one us got a man so we can turn up! Diamond started to twerk in the closet.
Phoenix busted a cigar open and proceed to rolled a blunt. You think any cute niggas gone be there?
Shit! I don't care I just want yo turn up and make some money.
Phoenix took a big inhale then released the cloud into the air. I hope this nigga tip good.
Here you go. Diamond turned to Phoenix holding a see through black lace jumper.
Phoenix walk to Diamond and looked out the outfit. Cool... I will wear this. She passed the blunt to Diamond.
Diamond took her outfit from her overnight bag. She planned to wear a white indian summer eyelash lace tie tank with pair of Angel Brinks caged black jeans with gold paint splashes.
Chapter 5
Coco decided to arrive at the party so she could get the pick of the litter. With Velvet out the way Coco was next in line to be the baddest bitch in the club. Before getting out of her once red now just faded 1996 honda accord Coco checked her makeup.
He grabbed her by her wine tinted hair, that proved to be a wig. Coco slipped away and attempted to stumble to her feet. The massive ex-fullback snatched one of her [plats] and pulled her back, and with a snap, her neck was broken. He forced his manhood into her mouth and down her throat. He came inside her lifeless body. He drug her by her hair through the house and down into his basement. He watched as her body flopped down the stairs like a rag doll. The sound of her bones breaking brought a twisted smirk to his face. He tossed her limp body in the corner with the others.
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Phoenix got home around 5am to an empty house. It was a little bittersweet. She was thankful to have the evil out of her house but she didn't want to be alone. She placed the paper on her nightstand before taking her her shower and going to bed.
She woke up around 3 pm. She rolled over and stared at the paper. She grabbed it and read the note
"If you don't have plans I want to take you to lunch tomorrow. Call me Haze 864-444-7788"
She felt butterflies in her stomach as she pressed the numbers. He answered and a wave of panic swept over her. She didn't know what to say. She was hoping she could leave a voicemail.
He answered. "Hello?" Damn, even his voice was sexy.
"Hi...is this Haze?"
"Yeah. Who ‘dis?"
"It's Phoenix. From the club. Last night." She felt like she was stammering.
A pause. Finally, "What's up?"
"Nothing really. Just woke up."
His voice got deeper. "Mmm...so...you layin' in bed?"
"Maybe." Phoenix tried to play it cool. But his voice was getting to her.
"How ‘bout you get dressed, and I scoop you up for a late lunch?"
"That's what's up." Phoenix hopped out of bed. She finally had something to look forward to. Something to help her shake off the bad vibe she'd been carryin' around. This would be her first date in months.
She decided on a black catsuit. No panties. No bra. She finished it with her black red bottoms. After placing her twist in a bun, she was ready.
A black hummer zipped up to the curb, and Phoenix felt her heart skip a beat. Phoenix stepped outside. The passenger door opened and she climbed in. The truck smelled like Curve cologne. Her favorite. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of it.
"Do you like Italian?" Haze’s voice snapped her back to attention.
"Yeah."
"Cool. I know a spot uptown."
When they got to the "spot," Haze requested a booth in the back. He sat against the wall, so he could watch everyone walking in and out. He placed an order for a bottle of red wine.
The waiter nodded at Haze but didn't take his eyes off Phoenix, checking her out.
"Stay away until we're ready," Haze growled.
The waiter scurried off, out of sight.
"How long you been at the club?" Haze asked.
"About a year."
"You seem really out of place."
Phoenix frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Someone like you shouldn't be working at a strip club. You should be in an office, running your own shit."
That brought a smile to her face. It had been years since someone had pumped her up. Someone beside her bestie Diamond. A part of her wondered if he wasn't trying to get in her head. But Phoenix felt peace around him. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd told him about her step-grandmother, the cousins, and the warehouse she now owned.
"Shit," he said. "I can help you turn that warehouse into money. I got folks that can remodel and turn them into clubs. You can turn one into a party house and rent it out."
Phoenix was impressed by his business mind.
Two hours flew by.
She was under his spell.
"I want you to spend next weekend with me," Haze said as they got ready to leave. "No strings. You can even sleep in another room. But I wouldn't bring any bags if I were you."
Phoenix wasn't sure if it was the wine, but she said yes.
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The week flew by. She couldn't back out now, even though she'd started to wonder what the hell she'd been thinking. Phoenix was about to spend the week with a dude she didn't even know. Hell, Haze probably wasn't even his real name.
When his hummer pulled up to the curb, it was do or die time.
Phoenix took a deep breath and got in the truck.
Once at his house, Haze took Phoenix on a tour. First stop was the first floor and the den. She was impressed by the place. As she looked around, she made sure to check for signs of another female. So far so good.
His favorite colors were obviously red and black. In the living room, a remote fireplace, 72" plasma tv, leather sofas, and pretty mahogany floors dominated the space. The kitchen was complete stainless steel appliances. Haze told her he loved to cook and planned to show her tonight.
When Phoenix asked what was down a set of steps off the kitchen, Haze told her the basement was his art studio. And depending on how the night went, he might show her.
"What type of art do you do?"
A cold chill came over Phoenix at the look he gave her. But he passed by her without replying to the question. He led her up the stairs and showed her two spare bedrooms and two bathrooms. The last room on the level was the master bedroom.
"Damn, what kind of bed is that?"
With a laugh, Haze said, "It's a California extended king."
"Well...shit."
"That's enough looking in here. No more unless you intend to use it." He smiled.
Phoenix curled up on the couch as Haze prepared dinner. The smell of onions and potatoes became too much for her. She wandered into the kitchen to sneak taste. He popped her hand with a spoon.
"No sneaking." Giving a dimpled smile.
She licked her lips "Please?" she cooed.
"Okay." Haze smirked
Haze turned the eye on the stove off and cut her a piece. Phoenix extended her long tongue and licked the meat off the fork.
Haze moaned and leaned in.
"You have a little sauce on your lips." he whispered.
He slid his warm wide tongue across her soft lips. Her flesh instantly took over. Phoenix pulled his tongue into her mouth, their tongues danced in harmony. She slide her arms out of her top, and it dropped to the floor exposing her perky full breast. She saw his muscles tighten at the sight of her erect nipples. She needed to taste him. Before he could stop her Phoenix got on her knees and pulled out his long, hard, blue shaft. He placed his hands around her throat as he waited for the usual reaction. Without missing a beat she inhaled his manliness. He slammed into the counter, sending a flute glass crashing to the floor. His chest heaved as he tried to slow his heart and breathing down. His legs became weak and unstable. The sensation of her tongue moving over the head of his dick in a world wind motion as she bobbed up and down sent his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He looked down at her in amazement as she began to hum on his balls. Haze griped the back of her neck trying to take control of the situation. Fighting the urge to cum he thought of football, but moment he felt the head of his dick rub the back of her throat as his balls were her mouth at the same damn time, a surge came from his feet and he exploded in her mouth. Phoenix stood, looked him deep in the eyes as she drank every drop. A cold shiver went up his spin.
"Damn, baby girl. You a beast." he huffed as if he had ran a marathon.
Haze regained his composer scooped Phoenix up and placed her on his rock hard 6” dick. "My turn," he growled. She gasped and she felt him invade her honey box.
He slowly lowered her up and down on his hardness her juices ran down his legs as he walked into the living room and placed her on the fur rug in front of the fireplace. Her hands traced and gripped her heavily tattooed muscular arms as he drilled her pussy looking for bottom.
“Damn baby girl dat pussy sound like somebody mixing a big bowl macaroni and cheese!” he growled as he flipped her into the buck. ‘Shit dis good pussy talking to me!” he growled
They rode the wave of ecstasy for hours until erupting together.
Chapter 6
The next morning, Phoenix was awakened by a light kiss on her forehead. "Baby girl, I gotta go make a run. Call ya home girl over to keep you company while I’m gone."
I can go home until you get back.” she yawned.
“Naw, I want you here when I get back. I got to go up the road and get some work. It’s cool if you invite her and ya’ll chill. No niggas!” He boomed with a straight face.
“I wouldn't disrespect you like dat” she softly kissed his lips.
Soon as she heard the door close, she pulled out her phone to call Diamond.
Diamond answered on the first ring.
“What's up? You busy?” Phoenix asked
“Naw just laying her looking at some boring shit on t.v.” Diamond said dryly.
Phoenix took a deep breath. “Ok, I'm going to tell you something but you can't flip out.”
“Now we bitch know I can't promise no shit like dat” Diamond laughed.
Phoenix took in a deep breath. “I want you to meet me somewhere.”
“Damn bitch spit it out!’ Diamond couldn't handle the sixpence.
Phoenix started to walk through the house as she spoke. “I’m spent the ole boy..”
“Shut the fuckup! No you didn't!” Diamond was shocked
Phoenix walked to the door he told her not to go in.
She slowly turned the doorknob.
It was locked. The design on the lock matched the design of the gold key he hung around her neck. Phoenix unlocked the door.
She opened the door. It was too dark to see. She searched for a light switch but couldn't find it. She had to hurry if she wanted to peek before Haze got back. She put Diamond on speaker phone and used the light from her phone to walk down the staircase.
As she reached the bottom, a strange odor hit her in the nose. Diamond was in mid-sentence when Phoenix screamed and dropped the phone. It shattered into a million pieces. Phoenix ran back up the stairs. Once she reached the top she felt sick. She threw up all over herself and the floor.
Tears ran down her face. She saw Velvet's naked body lying in the corner. Her head was halfway twisted off. Her heart stopped when she looked up and saw Blu watching the horror. Phoenix tripped over Coco’s body in attempt to leave.
"Why, baby girl? Why? You were perfect?" he pleaded.
Haze slowly walked toward her.
"Baby, please…" Phoenix started to speak again.
Her words were cut off as he grabbed her by her throat. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She stared to take her last breath.
BANG.
His body dropped to the floor.
"Diamond?!"
"Girl!" She was shaky. "When you screamed, I got here in breakneck speed."
Phoenix started to cry.
"It's okay. But we don't have much time. We need to find his stash before we call the 7 to clean up."
In the room where Phoenix found the bodies was a door with a lock matching the gold key he wore around his neck. When they open the door they were hit with the strong smell of coke.
“Shit!... Bitch we on!” Diamond yelled in excitement.
Phoenix slowly served the room with brown and white bricks. Her mouth hung open in awe of the amount of dope that was in the room. They quickly loaded Diamonds Yukon before calling her uncles to pick up the rest at clean up.
