Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) by BlaQue Page A

do
with yourself? Shit, you shouldn’t even be in this game your damn
self.”
    That was the first time Sheik showed any
interest in me and I didn’t want him to lose focus.
    “Well, I have been thinking about opening a
clothing store or something like that. You know something that
NiQue and I could do together. Maybe move to some place sunny.
Maybe have some kids, do the family thing.” I said not really
meaning half of it, but it sure sounded good.
    Sheik perked up like he believed the bull I
was spitting.
    “That sounds like a plan YaYa. You can’t
live off this dirty money forever. Your Dad was able to make it as
long as he has because he is smart and has his hands in other
ventures too. I respect him for his hustle.”
    The waitress returned with our food and we
chatted for what seemed like hours. I never knew Sheik was so
smart. I knew he was street savvy, but I didn’t know he was so
intelligent in other arenas. I looked down at the time and realized
that I had Corrine’s pick-up and I also wanted to take Neko out. I
laid a hundred dollar bill on the table and told Sheik he would
have to forgive me for being rude, but I had business to tend to. I
let him know dinner was on me and wrote my number on one of the
napkins and left the café before he could even say anything.
    I had been in there too long with money
waiting to be collected. I hopped in my Caddy and pushed over to
the Southside. Fortunately for me, Corrine’s house wasn’t too far
from the café. I pulled up in the Villages of the Parklands in
front of one of the units. Looking at the particular neighborhood
during the day, you would never know it was one of the worst places
to live in DC. The place housed mostly hustlers and drug abusers.
All of whom were my clients in one way, form, or fashion.
    Walking up to the front door of where
Corrine had set up camp, I could here babies crying and smell the
scent of some hydro in the air. I walked up the flight of stairs
and instantly reached in my purse for my heat. I knocked on
Corrine’s door and I heard her say, “come in.” I twisted the knob
and Corrine looked like she was entertaining a few guests and not
in the traditional manner. She was seated on the couch, and two
girls were lying on the floor in front of her having sex. They
didn’t even bother to stop once they knew I was in the room.
    Corrine had a look of satisfaction on her
face when she saw the bewildered look on mine. I was watching the
floor show, and I felt my pussy start to tingle. I knew I had
better get what I came for and leave before I became a willing
participant. I have always been a sucker for good head. I tore my
eyes away from the show and focused on Corrine on the couch.
    “The next time I am here to make a pick up
can you make sure I don’t have to walk into this gay shit.” I
boomed.
    “YaYa, I don’t even know why you are
tripping. Besides you said an hour and it has been three since I
spoke to you last. Was I supposed to keep them waiting?” She
laughed pointing at the two broads who still hadn’t come up for
air.
    Corrine rose off of the
couch and motioned for me to follow her to the back. With every
step I took to follow her, I could feel the tingle getting
stronger. We entered what looked to be her office which housed a 37
inch flat screen TV, and a top of the line Dell computer system complete with
scanner and printers. She sat down behind her cherry wood desk and
pulled a briefcase from underneath it. She unfastened the snaps and
revealed my weekly pay-out.
    The sight of my money made the tingle grow
larger and I began to lose focus. I saw Sheik’s face in my mind and
I couldn’t fight the urge to have someone take me, but it damn sure
wouldn’t be Corrine. I only mixed business and pleasure when it was
money to be gained. I counted the stacks Corrine pushed across the
table as she started to explain why she would need more product.
She was talking some shit I was trying to hear. More product meant
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