Coming Soon (Available September 2008)
Passion permeated the air like the fog that suffocates the San Francisco Bay area. The pungent aroma of sex consumed the small room and the cold emotionless walls echoed with the sounds of skin slapping and suppressed pleasure.
Oh Eddie! Right there, baby! That’s it, right there! her shrills became more and more audible with each of his powerful thrusts.
At first, he moved like a cat burglar on a heist, hoping not to be detected by the others. But once he got into it, there was no stopping until he got what he came for. Late night creeps was his specialty. He’d slid in quietly, usually while she slept, conceal his keys so they wouldn’t jingle, then gently ease her pants from around her shapely hips down to her ankles.
On most of his midnight expeditions, she would put up her defenses, never liking to be awaked in that rough manner. However, this particular night was different. She simply submitted to his will and let her mind drift off to a more peaceful place.
Yes, baby! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! she exclaimed, eyes closed remembering a time when she thoroughly enjoyed pleasing her man.
Eddie was everything to her. And to be Eddie Rolles’ girl meant that the world looked at you in a different way. Eddie’s presence in the hood was near regal status. Respect was something he earned early on in the game.
Thorough experience, he learned, lived, and loved. Nothing would come between Eddie and his passion for the mighty dollar, except for his queen Marion.
When Marion first met Eddie, she was drawn to his lifestyle. He always seemed in such control; even the toughest of situations would be like child’s play to him. Fast cars, fast money, and fast women all added to the charisma of this ghetto legend. It was Marion’s honor to be chosen by such a gallant figure.
His street exploits kept her coming around to his dangerous arena. Soon, her suburban fantasy would adapt to his hard, cold reality. Things she witnessed being with Eddie numbed the existence she had at home. It didn’t take long for her to leave the comfort of her rest to move in with Eddie.
For a young girl in her early twenties, love was a dependency, almost like a chemical addiction. Marion clung to Eddie, loving the way he lived. He showered her with the best of everything, making sure he supplied all of her wants and needs. In him, she had the brother, uncle, and father she always wanted growing up.
Her mother pleaded with her for many nights to come home. She never liked Eddie and felt that his influence on Marion would be detrimental to her future. Marion resented her mother trying to discourage her relationship which pushed her further away and more into her lover’s arms.
Her mother’s intuition proved to be right when she heard through the grapevine that her daughter was involved with one of the city’s notorious narcotics dealers. Not only was she involved romantically, but also it was rumored she had participated in a few transactions for him.
Eddie used his charm and power of persuasion to convince Marion that his business affairs were low risk. He educated her in the ways of trafficking like she was on a scholarship at a major university. The stacks of money always present, made it easy to motivate her that coupled with a naive nature allowed Marion to graduate with honors.
After a few trips to some neighboring cities, Marion flowed unnoticed like a seasoned professional. She moved naturally, smoothly, impressing Eddie who didn’t realize her full potential. Other female pawns in the game, who had visions of senses by harsh chastise. If they still felt the urge to buck up, Eddie would order Marion to snuff out their rebellion with a physical assault.
She proved to be quite the fighter and extremely loyal. That’s why Eddie chose her to handle specific missions. There was an instance in particular where Marion was asked to transport five bricks of cocaine to his contact in Northern Virginia.
She chose to drive after the midnight hours to assure a trouble free trip there and back. Unfortunately, things didn’t quite go as she had expected. Traffic was backed up approaching the Woodrow Wilson Bridge. It turned out that the police had set up a roadblock and were conducting routine DUI check.
Marion didn’t realize what was transpiring until she observed the flashing blue lights a few cars ahead of her. Rather than face the curious cops, she opted to try to head back the other way. She whipped the white Camry into a K turn dead in the middle of traffic, using the shoulder as an escape route. A motorcycled officer, patrolling the shoulder, flashed her down about 100 feet and ended her progress.
She nervously waited as he strolled up to her driver’s side window. He hit her with a barrage of questions while inspecting the bogus license and registration she provided. Her noncompliance with the roadblock gave the officer just cause for suspicion.
A routine stop turned into a full-scale shakedown, especially with her making fidgety gestures. Marion wasn’t easily rattled and usually didn’t succumb to any sort of pressure. This, however, was her first trip out of town and the largest package she’d ever transported.
Things started getting ugly when she was asked to step out of the car. At first, she resisted which proved to be an unwise decision. The now infuriated officer reached for his piece and demanded that she come from the car. Her reluctance was justified; she needed time to think of how she could discourage him from searching the car. The package she was carrying was neatly tucked under the passenger seat. A halfway thorough search would easily discover the small duffel bag.
The officer’s patience wore thin. He radioed back up, which arrived much too quickly for her liking. She was stuck between desperation and despair, neither made good company in a situation like that. She only wished Eddie would’ve schooled her on how to react in crisis circumstances, because the scene was escalating and the windows of opportunity closed as the third and fourth patrol car arrived.
When Marion stepped out of her vehicle, she had an eerie feeling she wouldn’t be driving herself home. While one cop ran a DUI test on her, two others inspected the car. She stood nervously when she heard the license tags being called in. They surely weren’t going to match the registration and she knew that would be another strike for her.
The first officer motioned for her to move to the rear of the car while he explained what was going on. She had an instinctive impulse to take off running through traffic but her legs had plans of their own. After a few minutes of meaningless one sided police jargon, he gave the nod to start searching the vehicle. Marion was place in the back seat of the squad car and forced to watch the spectacle that was being made in front of the lines of car. They tore into the seats, rummaged through the contents of the glove compartment, and finally discovered the duffel bag under the seat after ravaging the passenger side area. The contents in that bag were her last hopes of freedom.
All she could think of was how furious Eddie would be. She had let him down, something she had never done. On her way to the station, she tired to figure out ways to gently break the news to him. The last thing she wanted was for him to give up on her in a time of need. But there was no easy way to tell someone that they’d just lost hundreds of thousands of dollars to the man.
Marion was charged with cocaine trafficking and possession with the intent to distribute. She had her mother contact Eddie to explain what had happened. Against her wishes, she did as her daughter had asked. Without an apology or a saving grace, he sent some money to be used for her legal defense. Marion’s mother was at least grateful for that and it proved to be helpful. The lawyer was able to refute the distribution charge and negotiate a deal of seven years for the trafficking and admitted possession. This, in turn, kept Eddie’s name in the clear. She still remained loyal to her man. At her trial, her mother cried a thousand tears, facing the grim reality of young women led down the wrong path by the addictive lifestyle of a man in the game.
Prison awaited a good girl, from a good neighborhood, who had a good life. In the blink of an eye, Marion’s life had changed forever. That, unfortunately, was what she chose, therefore, the consequences were hers alone to bear.
The deeper he penetrated her, the more in control he felt. With every sensual scream, he gained more power. The sounds of raw sex were muffled by a pillow placed over her face. This left nothing but the rhythmic resonance of keys jingling and skin meeting skin.
Shh. If you shut up, I’ll lift the pillow, he whispered in a low baritone. She quieted and he continued in a slow grind. I want to see your expression while I’m giving you this good dick.
Oh Eddie, give it to me, baby! she let out when he increased his stroke. She gripped the bed sheets for dear life as he plummeted in and out of her with sheer aggression. The bed creaked and the slapping of skin grew even louder, so did her moans.
Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! she repeated as she was growing dangerously close to climaxing. He just continued to pounce, ignoring the fact that she was calling out the wrong name. He finally reached a peak of his own pushing her down in disgust as he got up abruptly, leaving her there, and shivering.
Eddie, why did you do that to me? she managed out of quivering lips. You didn’t have to take it, this xxxxx is yours, baby, always has been.
Look, you crazy xxxxx, I don’t care what you call me, as long as I keep getting mine. He finished buckling his pants, put his radio back in the clip, turned it up to squawking level, then disappeared, leaving the scene of his indecent crime.
Marion just laid there, mattress soiled with her juices and his, still drawn below her knees. She stayed curled up in a fetal position rocking back and forth while staring blankly at the dull concrete that confined her emotions.
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