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Synopsis:

The Candy Shop is an urban drama set in the fictional city of Chamberlyn, New York. Jordan Jones is a young black woman who is the object of many a man’s fantasy is working hard to finish college during the day and as a stripper at night for The Candy Shop Strip Club to provide for her three year old son, Grey. With very few friends to rely on and a basically nonexistent family she’s become skeptical of the world, and very cut off. She wears sarcasm and a bad attitude like body armor as she deals with the criticisms of the world. The father of her child is a successful lawyer who is more underhanded than he seems to the public, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. But a messed up family and a demented baby daddy are the least of her problems as a new sinister figure moves into town to take over the seedy underbelly and sets his sights on her. Sex, drugs, and danger leave very little room for love, but even love finds Jordan Jones in Chamberlyn, New York. Welcome to The Chamberlyn Chronicles

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The Candy Shop is an urban drama set in the fictional city of Chamberlyn, New York. Jordan Jones is a young black woman who is the object of many a man’s fantasy is working hard to finish college during the day and as a stripper at night for The Candy Shop Strip Club to provide for her three year old son, Grey. With very few friends to rely on and a basically nonexistent family she’s become skeptical of the world, and very cut off. She wears sarcasm and a bad attitude like body armor as she deals with the criticisms of the world. The father of her child is a successful lawyer who is more underhanded than he seems to the public, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. But a messed up family and a demented baby daddy are the least of her problems as a new sinister figure moves into town to take over the seedy underbelly and sets his sights on her. Sex, drugs, and danger leave very little room for love, but even love finds Jordan Jones in Chamberlyn, New York. Welcome to The Chamberlyn Chronicles

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The Candy Shop is an urban drama set in the fictional city of Chamberlyn, New York. Jordan Jones is a young black woman who is the object of many a man’s fantasy is working hard to finish college during the day and as a stripper at night for The Candy Shop Strip Club to provide for her three year old son, Grey. With very few friends to rely on and a basically nonexistent family she’s become skeptical of the world, and very cut off. She wears sarcasm and a bad attitude like body armor as she deals with the criticisms of the world. The father of her child is a successful lawyer who is more underhanded than he seems to the public, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. But a messed up family and a demented baby daddy are the least of her problems as a new sinister figure moves into town to take over the seedy underbelly and sets his sights on her. Sex, drugs, and danger leave very little room for love, but even love finds Jordan Jones in Chamberlyn, New York. Welcome to The Chamberlyn Chronicles

Heart Beat

Ba-bum ba-bum/
The calm heart beats/
A calmness in the air, a peace in the streets/
Silently the sun swiftly sets/
The dangers arise, evil places bets/
What are the odds you’ll live the night/
What was that sound? Was it your fright?/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
The heart turns up the frequency/
Your body shivers, surrounded by delinquency/
Go left, no right! Not down the dark alley/
Turn the corner, only to enter death valley/
Stripping you of money and clothes isn’t their goal/
These dark citizens are after your soul/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
The heart now the star of a bloody thriller/
Your eyes locked on your would be killer/
Mind confused, do I fight or run?/
Either way he”ll cut you down fir fun/
Drop to your knees beg for life/
A smile breaks out as he licks his knife/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
Adrenaline takes over as you plead/
The chemical fuels your instinctual need/
Rush him, fight to survive/
He thrusts for you to no longer be alive/
Struggle on until warm flesh meets cold steel/
The crimson life force oozes from the blades meal/
Ba-bum…. ba-bum….. ba-bum
The heart begins to slow/
With each vicious stab the crimson will flow/
This is the true end/
There is no way a severed ventricle will mend/
Lifeless eyes, the reaper has played his roll/
Ever so quietly, these are the final sounds of your soul/
Ba-bum……………. ba-bum

-Poetic Ice

Candy Shop Chapter Two

The second Chapter to Candy Shop, Enjoy!

For once I dreamt in my slumber. It was a dream of a nice house in a nice neighborhood with a huge yard, and a big fluffy dog for my son Grey to play with. He was so happy as he ran through the grass with his dog happily following him. I sat on the porch in a rocking chair with a cup of Iced Tea, it was sweet like my mother used to make us when I was a kid. I couldn’t be happier. My sister came to join me and we just smiled and laughed for hours. The sun set on us and my dream world was covered in darkness yet again. My darkness that warmed me and kept me safe from the world was being shook. A hand, I felt a hand in the darkness shaking me. A warm soul was reaching for me, and I needed to reach back.

“Mommy? Are you okay?” Grey’s voice calls out to me in the dark. My eyes flutter open and I find myself lying in the tub with a towel over my body looking up into the big beautiful brown eyes of my son.

“Did you cover me baby?” I asked wrapping myself in the towel now. The water must have drained out over the night. I was probably going to catch a vicious cold for this.

“Yes ma’am. You were shivering.” He said innocently. I climbed out of the tub and hugged him with all my might. I loved this kid I swear I do.

“I love you baby. How long have you been up?” I asked setting him on the toilet and handing him his tooth brush with toothpaste on it.

“Only a little while mommy.” He said before brushing his teeth. I brushed mine as well then he ran off to get dressed. I washed my face then found a white t-shirt and some jeans to throw on. Grey ran to the kitchen and met me with the brightest smile on his face. Nothing fazes this kid.

“Are you hungry?” I ask kissing him on the forehead. His stomach answered before he did. Dammit I didn’t go to the store last night. My ribs ached as I breathed, but I smiled for my son. It’s all he ever asked of me, so I for damn sure was going to do it.

“You need to eat mommy. I can wait until I get a snack at Headstart.” He said smiling up at me. I stared at him amazed. This kid is only concerned with me, and easily making sacrifices for the sake of another. This kid is the closest thing to Godlike I’ve ever seen.

“How about we get waffles before I take you to Headstart?” I asked grabbing my book bag and his. His face lit up with excitement and he ran to put on his shoes. Once he was fully dressed he took my hand and we were out for another day back on the grind. I got him into his car seat in the Camry and made my way to the nearest waffle house. We sang all the newest songs out loud together; although I don’t think my son should know all the lyrics to a lil wayne song but I can’t help that now.

“It’s time to eat little man!” I proclaimed taking him out of the car seat and walking in with him. He just kept singing as we found a booth to sit at. The waitress came to greet us and his grin just stretched off of his face. He loves women, a fact that I think will be a problem in the future.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest thing in the world?” She asked ruffling his curly hair.

“Yes ma’am I am.” He said proudly. I laughed now. I don’t know where he gets this over bearing confidence from, but at least he isn’t a kid with self-esteem issues.

“Tell her what you want to eat little man.” I tell him.

“I want a waffle and chocolate milk.” He said proudly. She nodded and took the order.

“And for you ma’am?” She asked turning to me

“I’ll have a waffle, scrambled eggs and some water.” I tell her. She immediately leaves and calls out our order. A few moments of silence goes by as Grey happily swings his feet, but eventually he stares into my eyes and I know he has a question.

“Do you have to go to work tonight?” He asked somberly. My heart cringed more than my ribs did as the words vibrated my ears.

“I do baby. I’m sorry.” I say turning away from his powerful gaze. He lowered his eyes to the menu.

“Why? Can’t you just stay home and we can watch a movie? You can pick it out.” He pleaded with me. A tear welled up in my eye as I heard him plead his case. I knew he missed me, but I had to pay the bills. I hate being stuck in these positions.

“You can watch a movie with your Auntie and Uncle tonight, and watch one with me on Sunday when I’m off.” I tried to say to him happily. He groaned angrily.

“All Auntie ever wants to do is homework and sing silly songs about animals and colors. Uncle Trent is fun though.” He said finally. It pleased me to know that Kenya was still a boring person, and that Trent isn’t a dick to my son.

“Okay little man, If I can get today off I will, and we’ll watch a movie but I make no promises.” I say to him. He holds out his pinky to me across the table with a stern look in his eyes.

“Promise anyway.” He ordered. I started at him for a moment and broke under the pressure of his brown gaze. I took his pinky and then we kissed our palms.

“I promise.” We then happily ate our food when it came to our table. We went on to laugh and talk about how things were going at Headstart and how he was a class helper now. I was so proud of him and so heartbroken because I was missing these mini milestones in his life. I was a horrible mother to this precious child, and he loved me regardless. Once we finished we headed for the door and I was stopped in my tracks by a pair of hazel eyes; the pair from last night that sent a shiver down my spine, but not in a bad way. I picked my son up and carried him past the hero who didn’t notice me as he spoke with his female friend. I was almost out of the door before I heard my name.

“Jordan?” I heard him call out. His voice was smooth like velvet, and it went into my ears and melted me almost. I had no clue why, he was just another man in this world, probably waiting for his chance to get me naked. I kept heading for the door, but I wasn’t destined to get away without talking to him. He grabbed my shoulder and stopped me in my tracks.

“You know I have a problem with you just touching me right?” I say turning to him.

“I remember something like that. How are you doing little man? My name is Dwayne.” He said extending his hand towards Grey. Grey smiled and shook it.

“I’m Grey and I’m doing fine.” He said confidently. I smiled and started to turn again.

“Wait, are you okay? Why are you in such a rush?” He asked more demandingly.

“Well it’s normal for people to try to make it to class on time.” I say sarcastically. His female friend decided to make herself known now by inserting herself into my field of vision. I looked her up and down and smiled as best I could. But something about her didn’t sit well with me. Whether it was her horrible weave or her fake nails I will never know, but she bothered me.

“So, Dywane is she the girl you told me about?” She said pointing at me with her left hand making sure I could see the ring on her finger. Oh I get it now. The bitch was threatened and wanted to claim her territory. Whether he was her boyfriend or Fiancée I don’t know or care, but now I’m ticked. Don’t just assume I’m after your damn man because he stopped and spoke to me.

“Yes babe, this is Jordan from 33C I helped her out last night.” He said calmly.

“You’re so sweet.” She said in a tone that suggested she was being fake. I raised an eyebrow and smiled now.

“Yes he was so sweet when he took my shirt off for me and took his time running his hands across my body making sure I was okay. If it wasn’t for the skills in those hands applying bandages I wouldn’t be feeling so great now.” I say smiling evilly. I waved at them both and walked away triumphantly. I could see the anger in her eyes and I couldn’t be happier. I buckled Grey in and sat in the driver’s seat.

“Baby… Never bring home a snobby heifer who thinks she’s entitled to the world. If you do I’ll disown you.” I say laughing. He simply said okay and we were off towards school.

***

Our fair city of Chamberlyn, New York, was a budding metropolis that was just catching a growth spurt within the last thirty or so years. Concert halls and areas were built. A huge mall and plenty of shopping centers that was fairly new when I was a kid growing up here. It’s funny I remember the Candy Shop being built in the down town area and swearing I’d never go to a place like that. Now I’m the main attraction in that shithole. But the main attraction and source of money for the city was the founding of the newest campus of New York University. It was originally conceived as a small agricultural lab, but soon blossomed into a full-fledged campus once they had an influx in interest over the years.

“Once again we pass into the pearly gates….” I say to myself as we drove onto campus. The campus was a lush green when it wasn’t covered in snow, and it seemed like it was secluded in the country. One could barely tell they were in the middle of the city, and that’s what made this place seem like freedom to me. I loved being here for the most part, but it had its negatives too. I pulled into the parking lot of the education center where the Head Start Pre-School program was located.

“Come on little man let’s get inside before your teacher Ms. Freeman has a fit.” I say fumbling to get Grey out of his seat. He helps as best he cans and we rush towards the door only to be met by the 5’6” woman in a navy blue pants suit. Damn, remember when I said there were negatives about this campus? She was the main one. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me with those piercing black eyes filled with disappointment. She reminded me of my mother, another reason why she is a negative on this campus.

“Well as usual Mr. Grey is late because of his dear old mother.” She said angrily as she held open the door for us. I smiled at her and walked in past her. She walked us a few doors down the hall and stopped in front of his classroom. I kissed him on the forehead and he hugged my neck tightly.

“Remember you promised that you would get off of work.” He said before running in.

“Yes Grey Jones, I promise!” I call to him. I readjust my book bag and head for the door again, only to yet again be grabbed on my shoulder and stopped. Apparently since my incident last night everyone thinks they are allowed to touch and stop me from where I’m going.

“Just what did you promise that boy this time Jordan? Something else a girl like you can’t deliver?” she asked in a snotty tone. Now Ms. Freeman was well into her 40s, but that didn’t make her exempt from receiving a well-placed right hook.

“Just what do you mean a girl like me, Ms. Freeman?” I asked with a bit of attitude in my voice. I hated speaking to this woman. She always acted like she was holier than Jesus because she was the perfect preacher’s daughter with no bad things happening to her in her life, except being old bitter and alone.

“I mean a girl who spends her night shaking her blasphemous tail instead of reading her bible to her son. I mean a girl who always shows up late here and never seems to pay her bill on time. I mean a girl who gets her son’s hopes up about seeing your face after his day here only to be picked up by his Aunt.” She retorted. I grew flustered and before I realized it I was balling my fist. I almost struck her, but the thought of my son being kicked out of the program stopped me. This was the only thing he had going that he truly loved, I couldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.

“Look, Ms. Freeman I have a class to go to, on the opposite side of the campus. I can understand my bill being a concern to you so I’ll pay off what I owe.” I said to her handing her two hundred dollar bills. Her eyes grew wide now as if she was imagining what I had to do to earn this much money. I hate people’s judgmental gazes.

“But Ms. Freeman, when it comes to my son and my interactions with him, you will keep all your God given opinions to yourself. You understand me?” I say to her in a cold tone. My eyes stare into hers as they fill with shock. I’m sure my occupation went from stripper to killer in her mind, but I couldn’t care less. Fuck her thoughts. I took my leave of the situation and headed back to my car.

I barely made it to Carter Hall, otherwise known as out biology building which held all of our Biology, chemistry, and physics classes. I rushed into my Microbiology class just as Dr. Long was closing the door. I slinked up the stairs in the coliseum style classroom and took my seat in the middle of the masses. Yes I was trying to hide from his gaze. No I was not succeeding at it. He gestured for me to come down to him and I quietly got up and took the walk of shame back down the aisle. I cast my gaze out on my classmates to see all of them hard at work on something and my heart sank into the ground.

“Here’s your pop quiz Ms. Jones. Too bad you weren’t here for the little Q&A session we just had five minutes ago. When you’re finished you may leave.” He said with an Americanized Asian accent.

“Right… Too bad… Thanks.” I say sourly as I took the two paged test. Quiz my ass. Everything this man gives us requires an essay. Guess I won’t be leaving early today. I turned around and heard a whistle from behind me. I turned back around only to see Mr. Long with a slight, unprofessional smile on his face.

“Excuse me sir?” I ask him.

“Nothing.” He says licking his lips in an almost seductive manner. I looked around incredulously. Is this really happening? Not in my Microbiology lecture room. I can understand being ogled in the Candy Shop, but I’m wearing Jeans and a shirt with closed toed flats. There was no skin to gawk at! I angrily took my seat and started my quiz. Fifteen minutes in I realized this test was complete and utter bullshit as did most of my classmates, but I couldn’t even focus. I felt watched. It made me uncomfortable, and I’m a stripper. I usually don’t care if I’m seen with or without clothes. But this is my sanctuary so to speak. I for once felt disarmed, yet safe here. I can’t help but glance around the room at the risk of looking like a cheater just to see if anyone was looking at me.

“Eyes down Ms. Jones, I don’t want to have to take your quiz and fail you.” Mr. Long said promptly. My eyes darted back down to the paper and I finished another essay. That confirmed it though, he was staring me down.

“Get it together Jordan… Finish this quiz.” I say lowly giving myself a pep talk. After another twenty minutes and a hand cramp later I finished my quiz and handed it in.

“Good Job Ms. Jones, you still managed to be one of the first finished. I trust this is another “A” in the books right?” He says to me with a smile. I raise an eyebrow and stare at him. His voice was different; it carried a tone that suggested flirtation.

“I hope so. See you tomorrow sir.” I say walking past the desk.

“Oh yes, I’ll see you later.” He said with a slight laugh. I stepped out into the hall and shook from head to toe. It’s like a wave of creepiness left my body. I headed outside to the parking lot and sat in my car now trying to pass the time between classes. I pulled out my cell phone, no new messages. Not like I was expecting one, but it would be nice to know someone cared about me from time to time. I shook that thought from my head. I didn’t need anyone to care for me. I had to care for Grey that’s all that mattered. GREY! I made a promise, I guess I better try and keep it. Time to call the douche of the century, and I’m not talking about Summer’s Eve. I dialed the Candy Shop and waited for a reply.

“Hello, this is the Candy shop, where your sweet tooth is our priority. How can I help you?” I heard a seductive female voice answer. I recognized it as Vanilla. This bitch must never leave the club. Its 10:30am, what reason does she have to be there?

“Vanilla? Is Marco there right now?” I ask her still in shock.

“Yes, who is this? Is this Jordan?” She asked with a slight attitude.

“Yes I need to speak to him.” I answer trying to keep the peace.

“Why? For what?” She asked growing even angrier now.

“Just get off your flat ass and hand him the phone!” I demanded now. She sighed and I head her shuffling around.

“You know because of what you did to Cocoa she can’t even go out on stage for a couple of day’s right?” She said trying to invoke sympathy or something. Fuck Cocoa and anyone giving her sympathy.

“It serves her right.” I say coldly.

“Hello, who is this?” I hear a manly voice come onto the phone.

“It’s Jordan, I need tonight off. I’ll come in early for the rest of the week to make up for it.” I demanded. Marco wasn’t the type of guy you ask favors from. He didn’t respect the weak who begged. In his world you had to take what you wanted from the world and give nothing back. He paused in silence on the phone for a moment then started to laugh a bit. I could feel that he was going to say no and prepared myself for the wave of anger that was about to hit me.

“Normally I would’ve just said hell no and kept it moving, but I can let you have tonight off. In fact I’ll let you have tonight and tomorrow night if you do something for me.” He said with a low chuckle. I heard him tell Vanilla to leave the room and I waited until I heard the sound of a door closing to speak.

“Okay so what do I have to do for you Marco? What could possibly make you so damn generous?” I ask with skepticism in my voice.

“Just give one private dance and I’ll let you be off.” He replied calmly.

“I just have to give one dance? When do you want this Marco?” I asked growing even more intrigued with this generosity.

“If you could be here in a few hours it would be great. I have a good friend of mine coming in and he’d like to see you.” He said smiling through the phone.

“Just one friend? Hell I’m surprised you had any Marco.” I say to him.

“I can give the job to someone else you know.” He said angrily. I could tell that the little Cuban man was getting upset because his accent was growing heavy now. I’d better stop antagonizing him especially since I’m the one in need of his generosity.

“I’ll be there in about two Hours Marco. Can you keep your friend happy with just flat ass Vanilla there?” I asked now trying to sound somewhat gracious.

“Yeah He’ll be fine. He’s at work right now anyway.” He said calming down.

“One question before I go; why is Vanilla there?” I asked out of pure curiosity now. He laughed to himself.

“She’s the accountant from 9-5, and answers the phones.” He said seriously and hung up. I don’t know if I was shocked that she was the accountant, or that he trusted his money to an airhead like Vanilla. There was no way in hell that bitch was smart enough to do that kind of a job. My next class, literary analysis, went by with ease, and I headed downtown to the “oh so wonderful” Candy Shop

Sweet Justice

I wrote a Short Story about a killer with a hard on for justice in his own way… Tell me what you think

One Shot: Sweet Justice

 

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

4:00pm Friday

 

Like clockwork Elizabeth Jackson left her law office, Jackson and Associates, and headed for her Mercedes parked in the parking lot. She regarded the people around her as mere fodder as she achieved her dreams. Successfully achieving all her ambitions was the only thing that mattered to Elizabeth Jackson. Whether it was cutting someone off on the road to get somewhere on time, or cutting a deal with the biggest drug dealers in Horry County she would do it. All for her love of the mighty dollar. Her car cranked with a silent purr and she rushed out of the parking lot. I cranked up my Ford Pick-up and followed a few car lengths behind.

 

As usual she drives for forty-five minutes to go to Little River and pulls into a Super 8 hotel off Highway 17. It sits a little ways back from the highway, so I pulled into the Burger King that sat across from it. With binoculars in hand I watched the brunette Elizabeth Jackson pull a blonde wig out of her bag and adorn herself with it. I had no clue why she would cover her beautiful black hair. She covered up her beautiful green eyes with dark aviator sunglasses and got out of her car. She reached into her backseat and pulled out an oversized black trench coat to cover her body. Once a day before she made her journey to her beach house and husband Joseph, she would go to the Super 8 to have sex with her lover. I’ve identified her lover as Laylah Hartman, a black woman with curly light brown hair. She’s an accountant who is also married and has a five year old child. They met in a bar a few weeks ago and started this lesbian love fest. They come here daily to fuck like champions with sex toys galore before they go home and give their husbands bland unemotional sex.

 

I adjusted myself in my seat and focused the lens on my binoculars and found that today they have escalated things today. They greet each other outside with a big kiss, normal behavior for them, but today they decide to do lines of coke on the hood of the Mercedes. This was a new twist for them, but the levels of arousal have definitely gone up. Laylah began grouping Elizabeth’s breast from behind and guided her into their usual room, Room number 9. I ordered a whopper from the Burger King as I usually do when waiting for these two to finish and settled into the seat of my Ford. The thought of their meeting flashed into my head now. They meet at the bar that I work at, Mickey’s. Elizabeth came into the bar wearing her blonde wig and glasses that night. She had a form fitting red dress on and that is what caught Laylah’s attention. She was sitting on Bruce Kingston’s lap grinding her body against his erect cock as usual in the back of the bar. He noticed how enamored she was with the blond that was coming to see him for and decided to be graceful. “Go ahead baby, you can have her after we are done.” He said to her with a gleam in his eyes.

Elizabeth’s nipples became erect as she sat across from Laylah, was basically wearing a pink bathing suit with a white skirt. Bruce Kingston was for lack of a better word, a kingpin. He has moved more drugs into this city than any previous drug lord. He supplied the little black kids you see moving all the drugs and getting locked up. He is the cause of many of the drug related violence cases and overdoses. I fucking hated him, but he was making a living doing what he could with the supplies he had at hand. I’ll handle him indirectly. Once I’m done with the whore Elizabeth. Bruce pulled out a brief case filled with what I estimated to be a few hundred thousand dollars and began talking to the lawyer. He hired her as his personal lawyer and paid her off to side with him no matter what. This made his legal team complete. Working as a bartender here I’ve seen him pay off a Judge, the captain of the Narcotics division of the police force, and now a lawyer.

Elizabeth agreed without much thought once she saw the money on the table and she was dismissed so Laylah can do what she pleased with the money hungry wench. From there the taboo romance began between these two low life females. Once away that’s when Bruce turned his attentions to his bottle. His blue eyes looked like he stole the sky and encased them in two globes, but they had the tendency to look violent when he spoke to men like me. “Hey Johnny boy! Refresh my drink and be useful.” He ordered me. I scowled as I fixed him another Crown and Coke. I watched the two harpies dance around each other, and it made my blood boil knowing that they could support such criminal endeavors. The world should be rid of these two pathetic weak females, and Bruce should be behind bars.

Elizabeth exited the room, face red with passion and pleasure. She took her embroidered handkerchief and wiped her face and neck with it. With pep in her step she got into her car and drove off. I started to follow, but Laylah was breaking her traditional routine. She didn’t leave the room immediately, I turned my gaze back towards her and she was doing another line on the desk in the cheap room. Tonight is the end for her then, two months of watching these bitches fuck each other is too long. I put the truck in park and grabbed my bag out of the truck bed. I lowered my ball cap and ambled across the street. I made my way to Super 8 room number 9 and I walked in and closed the door. Laylah turned to me and regarded me with her brown eyes with awe and fear. The coke began to take effect and gave her an air of confidence and she licked her lips and spoke, “Look I’m not on the clock baby so if you want some ass you are going to get it from somewhere else.” I looked her up and down, analyzing her C cup breast and thick thighs, and I could see why she was seen as attractive. This was a fine specimen of black woman, physically, but every other aspect was worthy of the punishment I am going to give out.

“Honey, I don’t want a damn thing from someone who associates with Bruce Kingston.” I told her. Her eyes grew wide as her bosses name registered in her pathetic psyche. She quickly reached for her bag on the end table and I struck her across her temple with a closed fist. She went down hard on the bed, unconscious. Her brown skinned body lay before me and I grew erect from the thoughts of punishing her. I stripped her off her whore dress and ripped it to shreds. This was a pleasurable act in itself to unleash her voluptuous body to the world. I removed a black rope from my bag and tied her down to the bed. Once bound I bound her mouth, and began to slap her face. She showed no signs of regaining consciousness so I removed my jacket and loosened the collar on my shirt.

After I let her sleep for a few minutes and contemplated how to dispose of her. She began to come to and started whimpering and crying. But it’s too late for tears, “Far too late for tears whore.” I say to her in a deep voice. She shivers at the sound of my voice. I mount her warm flesh and press my crotch against hers as I put my face near hers. She smells of strawberries and was soft to the touch. I see why Bruce kept her around as his choice concubine. I grabbed her neck and began to squeeze ever so gently. She squirmed and I applied more pressure. Her brilliant shade of brown on her face slowly began to turn purple before I released her neck. Her breasts were begging to be claimed by me so I grabbed them with vigor. She groaned in pain as tears escaped her eyes. “Are you going to talk Laylah?” I asked her in a calming voice. She only continued to cry. There was nothing I hated more than the tears of a woman. The only thing worse was a woman who didn’t deserve the same rights as a good woman crying.

I began to stroke her tender thighs and work my way to her precious womanhood. She tensed up at my touch and I knew I had her attention now. “I’m going to ask again, are you going to talk Laylah?” I asked as I continued to circle my fingers around her clitoris. She nodded yes and I reached up and removed the gag from her mouth. She took a deep haggard breath before she spoke, “Why are you doing this?” She asked as the tears continued to roll. I placed my finger upon her luscious lips to quiet her. I wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled down upon her. “You don’t get to cry Laylah. You work for Bruce Kingston. He is a bad man, don’t you know that?” I asked her as I plunged two of my fingers knuckle deep into her quivering pussy. She tensed at the pain and yelped in unexpected surprise. Tears began to fall anew as she tried to squirm away from me. I reached down and pulled a crowbar from my bag and slammed it down next to her. She yelped in fear and stopped squirming. “Don’t make me use this on you, do you understand me?” I ordered. She nodded again became very still. “Now young lady, do you remember me from the bar? Your boss liked to call me Johnny Boy.”  I asked her. Her eyes grew wide with realization now.

“Johnny Boy why the fuck are you doing this?” She screamed at me. I pulled a knife out of the bag and made a small incision on her right thigh. She screamed as the searing pain took its effect. “Now you see that I have no time for games. Tell me, when is Bruce getting his next big shipment?” I demanded. She seemed to change once I mentioned Bruce’s business. Her eyes grew determined and she reared up her head and spat on me. For a second I was too shocked at the change to react. Once my mind wrapped around the situation and I came to, my fist was pounding her face for the third time and she was bleeding from her lower lip. She was crying out for help loudly between my strikes, and I eventually gagged her again.

“So, that is what he trained his hoes to do? Disrespect men and themselves by spitting on people. You sick bitch I don’t know where your mouth has been and you dare spit on me?” I back hand slapped her and stood up, as she squirmed around in agony. I spotted her cell phone on the table and let a smile creep across my face. “You know, I’ve seen you Laylah. You live on your phone. Whether you are scheduling a whore call from Elizabeth, or doing your boss’s bidding you put it in your phone. That makes you expendable since I have that.” I say to her as I take my pants off. My erect penis stands proud once free and I mount the bed again. She tries to get away from me, but I place the blade on her stomach and trace a line down the middle cutting her superficially. She let out a high pitched whine and I plunged my penis into her. She tried to fight it as I pumped her harder each time. The tears kept falling and I’ve had enough. I take the crowbar lying beside her and strike her across the head. Her body grew still then she released her final breath and I came within her.

I looked down on her with disdain and picked up her phone from the table. After a few minutes of playing with the iPhone I found the schedule for major drug deals tying Bruce to a few Latino drug cartels that were starting to make some noise in the area. No doubt just another front where those involved don’t even realize they are just around to take attention off of him. “Perfect. Thank you for doing a good job Laylah.” I say to her as I began to wrap her up in the bed sheets. Once bundled I stuffed her into a sleeping bag and left the room to find a house keeping cart. I raided it for new sheets and came back to make the bed. The phone began to vibrate in my pocket as I left the room again to pull up my truck. I didn’t pay it any attention as I focused on clean up. The sun was long gone, I didn’t realize how long I’d been beating that bitch. Once it was clear I stuffed her into the bed of my truck and covered it up. With a quick wipe down of the room I gathered my things and left.

I pulled back onto highway 17 and headed back towards Myrtle Beach. I exited the main road and took a path towards the Intracoastal Waterway. I took some of the lord’s natural stones and loaded the sleeping bag up with them. Once she was heavy enough I tossed her into the dark waters below to become shrimp bait. Finally, I inspected the whore’s phone to see that she got a few messages from Bruce about making a few deals in the next few days that she needs to add to the schedule. I had to give it to the man, he was always busy but it was time to stop him.

I pulled out my own cell and called up another patron of the bar, officer Don Marks. He was a ten year veteran of the force and shared his deep hate for Bruce Kingston. His was because Bruce killed his kid in a car accident, and the judge just let him off the hook with a minimal fine, or saying that it was just an accident or something. I didn’t read too much into it. I didn’t really care, I just knew I had someone I could use for my own agendas. I heard him clear his throat along with the distinctive knocking of ice against a glass before he spoke. He was probably having his favorite drink, Hennessy Black on the rocks.

“Marks, make it worth my time Bartender.” He said in a deep raspy voice. I laughed a bit to myself as I watched the whore sink, “How does taking down Bruce Kingston down sound to you?” He coughed again before speaking, “You are bullshitting me aren’t you? What do you have?” He asked in a demanding voice. I knew I had him interested now, and that was all I wanted so he could do his job.

“I’m forwarding you his schedule for the next month. That should be sufficient enough to set up a sting right?” I say starting to grow excited now. My cock started to fight against my denim as I thought of this narcotic dealing fuck being behind bars. “… Bartender, Bartender are you there?” He asked me. I hadn’t realized I was in my own world thinking about taking care of these people who think they are without fault. I snap out of the thoughts and spoke “Yes, I’m sending it now. Do your job.” I say before hanging up. I forward the entire schedule to him and he simply replied, thanks. I cranked up my truck and headed back for highway 17. The iPhone began to vibrate again, a text message from Elizabeth. She simply sent, “I’m home alone for the next three days, come FUCK me now!” My cock grew hard again at the thought of punishing the false blond lawyer. I replied, “I’m coming for you,” with a smile on my face. As I headed for the Grande Dunes where she lived she sent Laylah a picture of her masturbating on her bed. Soon enough I’ll punish her too.

Crossing over into the Grande Dunes community was like headed to the Hollywood of Myrtle Beach. This place looked like it couldn’t be touched by dirt or the other members of this city. You had to be rich to even visit this place. I hated it here, but it was the perfect place for a criminal lawyer to live her lavish life. Her home’s front yard was beach front property, and the home stood about four floors high. I pulled up behind the home on the street access side studied the home as I’ve been doing for a while now. She usually spent her time on the top floor, the floor containing her master bedroom and in home office. When home she usually goes through law books and files to prepare for her next day’s case. The relations between her and her husband have become farther and farther apart since she met Laylah. The idiot was so caught up in her beauty he didn’t even realize there was another person ripping up his home life.

I sat outside for a while to case the place and Elizabeth was starting to become impatient. She sent multiple pictures of pleasuring herself to Laylah’s phone and kept asking where she was. I would only reply “I was on the way.” Her patients began to wear thin as she exited her home and paced around on her back porch. Even in the moonlight I could see she was wearing nothing but a blue silk robe as she paced around barefoot with a drink in her hand. She would periodically pick up her phone and scan for new messages from Laylah only to become disappointed again. I exited my truck and snuck onto her property now. I snuck around the side of her home and hid near the porch where she paced flaunting her erect nipples. She called Laylah’s phone that I’ve long since turned off and was sent straight to voicemail.

“Dammit Laylah if you didn’t want to see me then fucking say so! Don’t just lead a girl on when she’s wearing nothing but the suit God gave her and drinking!” she fussed as she walked inside her home. I mounted the porch and rushed in behind her. “She wasn’t leading you on, Elizabeth.” I say to her calmly. The look on her face as she turned around almost brought me to a state of orgasmic bliss. She stumbled backwards over her couch and hit the ground with a healthy thud. She scrambled to a standing position and I sprang forward before she could run. She screamed before I tossed her back over the couch. “Shut the fuck up, no one likes a screamer Elizabeth.” I taunted as I reached down and yanked her blond wig off of her head. She was more beautiful as a black haired woman, and I was going to have fun tonight.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” She yelled in fear as she struggled to get up. I took my time walking around the couch to get a full frontal view of the nude woman. My cock was telling me to punish her, but my heart wants her to know full well why she’s suffering. The rich never know how they are doing wrong, but today she will learn. I tower over her and smile before speaking, “I’m the man who is going to punish you just like I punished Laylah.” Her eyes grew wide and filled with terror. Unexpectedly she kicked me in the thigh and scrambled to her feet to run. I laughed at the minor pain in my leg and chased her up her stairs. “You should have run when you met Bruce Kingston! You should have run from Laylah instead of fucking her so much. You should have done your job as a lawyer and not fallen into the criminal element!” I saw bounding up the stairs.  I followed her likely path to her bedroom and kicked in the door.

A gunshot rang out and a hole was in the wall next to my head. I started shaking my head with a smile as I stared at the naked lawyer holding a 357 Magnum in hand and trembling. “You’ve got to learn to fire that thing if you are going to have a firearm in the home.” She let off another round and it was closer to its mark. Before she could perfect her aim I tackled her to the ground. “Get off of me! Why are you doing this?” She yelled out as she struggled under me. Her warm naked body felt so good under my own. My cock screamed to ravage her, but my ears pleaded to shut her up. I slammed my hand over her mouth and pressed against her skull to help me stand up. She groaned in pain and tried to kick again. I caught her foot and drug her across the floor and out of the room. She screamed in protest as we headed for the stairway. I grabbed her neck and hoisted her up over the top stair and kissed her tenderly. With my free hand I explored her womanhood, it was just as tender as I imagined it would be.

She cried out as the feeling of a man’s finger entered her body. I licked her tears as I squeezed her neck tighter. She began to cough and turn the most wonderful shade of red. “I know you wonder why this is happening, but it’s simple really. You shouldn’t aid a drug dealer simply because he throws cash at you. You shouldn’t cheat on your husband with a lesbian prostitute either. In fact bitches like you shouldn’t live.” I say before I toss her down the stairs. She flew backwards a few feet before hitting the stairs and rolling backwards. Her head slammed into the landing then she tumbled down the other flight of stairs. I bound down after her and laid her flat on her back. She screamed out as the pain shook her body. Patting her face gently and beckoning her to be quiet I leaned down to whisper, “Don’t worry, you should see Laylah soon you bitch.”

Elizabeth tried to push me off of her, but she lacked the strength. I started part her thighs and she cried out “I can pay you! I’ll pay you to stop this!” I laughed and unsheathed my throbbing cock and thrust it into her. She cried out in pain and I started to fuck her good and hard on her hardwood floors. She kept pleading for me to stop, but I wasn’t done yet. I wrapped my hands around her neck and told her, “This will help you atone for all the violence and death you have caused by aiding a drug dealer. Take this with dignity.” I saw as I start to crush her trachea in hand. She turned damn purple as she gagged for air. I stated fucking her harder until I fired my essence deep within her. This was justice. Sweet justice as her heart took its final beat and she the twisted dark soul left her eyes.

I loaded her up in her husband’s boat and hitched it to my truck. Once I took it to the local dock I took her a few miles offshore and dumped her where she belong. I took the boat back and left the home a distant memory. The next day I was back at Mickey’s serving drinks to my patrons. Plenty of newcomers with the holidays coming up soon and plenty of possible criminals. But one criminal in particular was apprehended after he attempted to make a deal at the docks by Officer Marks. I guess no one will be calling me “Johnny Boy” anymore.

My shift was going well until I saw an older white gentleman slap his female friend and pour his beer on her yelling “I told you that you were going to fuck him and anyone else I bring to you bitch. You have a debt to pay.” He then turned to me and slammed the empty bottle on the table, “Hey Mac, when am I getting another damn beer!?” I fished another bottle from the cooler and a smile crept onto my face, “Don’t worry man. You are next.”

 

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