Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 1

Chanel was excited. It was a life changing event for her, and she felt that nothing could ruin her moment—her high.

Mecca secretly had her eyes on Pyro. She was hoping that Mateo’s right-hand man would sweep her off her feet like Mateo had done Chanel.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Charlie waited anxiously in the parking lot of Rikers Island jail complex and watched the traffic come and go across the bridge that stretched toward the correctional facility. It was a gray day with light drizzle, but no matter how colorless the day was, Charlie was grateful and excited. God and Fingers had finally made bail and were being released. She missed her man deeply, and the first thing she wanted to do was lock herself in her bedroom with him and have sex for hours.

Dressed in a blue parka and her beige Timberland boots, Charlie smoked a cigarette and kept her eyes fixed on every bus that came to a stop near the parking lot. She watched every passenger getting on or off the bus. Still, no God or Fingers.

She needed her man back in her life, especially with her sister Chanel getting married in three weeks. Charlie needed the money and she needed the excitement again. It had been nearly nine months since God had been locked up, and longer since they had hit a lick.

Another bus coming from Rikers Island crossed over the bridge and came to a squealing stop at the bus stop parallel to the parking lot. The doors opened and Charlie fixed her eyes on the bus as she had with every bus before it. Finally, she spotted God and Fingers exiting the bus. Charlie couldn’t control herself. She immediately ran their way, ready to attack her man with an aggressive and loving hug and plenty of kisses.

“It’s good to see you outside them walls again, baby,” God said.

Charlie wanted to fuck him right there in public, but she had to put her sexual feelings on hold and simply hug and kiss her man. She hugged Fingers too. The team was back together again.

That night, God received a lukewarm welcome home from Butch and Bacardi. They used to fall all over him with gratitude and hospitality, and now they acted like he was a virus they didn’t want to catch. God wanted to know what that was about, and Charlie explained that her mother and father were now sweating Chanel’s man, Mateo. He’d been giving the family money and gifts and winning her parents over with his street wealth. God didn’t like it. Being down and out inside Rikers for nearly nine months was too long, and everything done changed.

“Don’t worry, baby. My heart still beats only for you and that will never change,” Charlie said.

She locked the bedroom door to make sure they wouldn’t be disturbed. She wanted to give her man a proper welcome home gift—a night that he would always remember. God nearly did a bullet inside of Rikers Island with no pussy and no oral sex, and his manhood was ready to pick up where they’d left off.

Charlie unzipped his jeans, kneeled in front of him, and took his hard dick in her mouth and gave him a blowjob that nearly knocked him dead. God felt himself being thrust into paradise from her deep throat swallowing him whole. The way she cupped his balls and jerked his big dick was divine.

From oral sex, God undressed completely and took her from behind—doggy-style. He rammed inside her like a jackhammer trying to crack concrete. Charlie liked it rough with her man. She wasn’t fragile. She wanted her man to smack her ass, pull her hair, and beat her pussy up like it had stolen from him. Her pants and moans echoed from the bedroom throughout the apartment.

They switched from doggy-style, to missionary, to Charlie riding his dick like she was trying to win a race. The sex was phenomenal. The months he’d spent inside had her man going animalistic on her, and she loved every moment of it.

“Fuck me, nigga!” she hollered.

They came like two planets colliding with Charlie’s legs quivering from the aftermath of her intense orgasm. She collapsed against God’s bare chest with him nestling her into his arms.

“Baby, I missed you so much,” she said.

God didn’t respond. He stared up aimlessly at the ceiling and appeared to be thinking about something.

“What you thinkin’ about, baby?” she asked.

With his eyes still on the ceiling, he said, “Who this nigga your sister started fuckin’ with?”

Charlie didn’t want to talk about Chanel. She wanted to relish this moment and go a few more rounds with her man in the bed.

“I don’t know, some clown-ass Spanish nigga from the Bronx.”

“So your little sister done came up, huh?”

“Fuck that little bitch. I don’t wanna talk about her, God. Tonight, it’s only about you and me, remember?”

She removed herself from his arms and slowly straddled him again, feeling his big dick penetrate her. They moaned and started to fuck again.

An hour later, God was sound asleep. It had been a long day for him and lying on a soft mattress in a quiet room was like paradise.

Charlie sat by the window and smoked a cigarette. The light rain from earlier had subsided and it was now a warm, spring night. The activity outside her window was bustling with local folks enjoying the night with gossip and chitchat, some card playing, and laughter. The spring weather brought about movement from everyone. Foot traffic, fiends, dealers, police, and even stray dogs were seen wandering on the block.

Charlie soon fixed her eyes on the Range Rover Sport that was parking across the street. It was a spectacular looking vehicle that stood out on the block. Charlie knew who the vehicle belonged to. Seeing it move and park, she envied the driver inside.

The driver’s door opened and Chanel climbed out of the stylish SUV. She looked like a million bucks in her new designer black dress with lace and feathers, and her hair was long and sensuous. The worst part about it for Charlie was the giant engagement ring on her sister’s finger. Chanel looked like a brand new bitch, and Charlie hated it. She hated her.