Dirty Work: Part 1

“Why? Where are you?”

“I’m at Revolt in the city, me and my crew.”

“You doin’ a lick?”

“Yeah. So I’m gonna need you and your friends’ help on this one.”

Eshon sighed. Though she was hesitant in answering, she had already made up her mind. She was coming to help him. She loved him, and she wanted to be his everything, even if it meant breaking the law. “A’ight, give us about two hours.”

“Two?”

“You want us lookin’ right, right? So don’t rush perfection, Kip. And you owe me.” Eshon hung up.

In Kip’s profession, two hours felt like a lifetime. But what could he do but wait for his backup to arrive? He walked out of the bathroom and connected back with the nightlife.

Devon and Papa John were still at the bar. Papa John was flirting with a woman with red hair and a black dress. Being a playboy, he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for one night.

Kip frowned at Papa John. He marched their way and immediately had Papa John dismiss the bitch. “Focus, nigga,” he reminded them.

Papa John smiled. “I already got her number anyway.”

The ballers in the club were blowing through money and consuming expensive champagne like bottled water during a heat wave. Lines of groupies and whores were a mile long inside the nightclub. Eager to snatch up a baller or athlete, all the girls came in their best dresses and with their best game.

The inside of Kip’s palm began to itch while he studied Jason. He watched as the man looked down on people, even bullied those around him. He had a smug attitude, and Kip disliked him more and more as the night wore on. He couldn’t wait to rob that arrogant muthafucka and get himself a nice piece of his million-dollar contract.

Three

The gypsy cab came to a stop in front of Club Revolt. Traffic was a nightmare, and the sidewalk was swamped with people. Eshon looked at the chaotic scene outside of the club and took a deep breath. Kip was depending on her tonight, and she wasn’t going to let him down. She was with Jessica and Brandy. Eshon paid the driver his forty-dollar fee, and all three girls climbed out of the backseat and strutted toward the club. There was a line and a list. Eshon stood erect in her silver high heels looking fabulous in a purple Jason Wu dress with the neckline that plunged to just below her belly button. The dress left folks in awe, but Eshon had the body to pull it off.

Eshon had her ways despite the line outside and the list in the bouncer’s hands. Flanked by Jessica and Brandy, she was confident they would all get inside.

“Damn, your boo was right,” Jessica said. “It is sick out here.”

Jessica was a stunning twenty-two-year-old Hispanic mamacita with long legs and more curves than the letter S. She had long, black hair, light hazel eyes that lit up, and long eyelashes. She wore a body-hugging Bebe dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline.

Jessica had come from L.A., where her family showed loyalty to the Latin Kings. She always felt she had something to prove. No stranger to tragedy, her father, her uncles, and her brothers had all been killed in L.A., either through gang violence or by the police. The deaths started to take a toll on her and her mother.

Then there was the confrontation with the Mexican Mafia and the threats against her family. So her mother decided to move what family they had left in L.A. to Harlem, where it was supposed to be a whole new start inside their small two-bedroom apartment on West 134th Street.

Brandy was a twenty-two-year-old wildcat with dark skin, a blonde weave, and hazel contacts, which irritated her eyes. The only reason she wore the contacts and the blonde wig was to keep up with Jessica and Eshon. Though she was a beauty too, Brandy always felt like the runt of the group. She couldn’t sing like Eshon, and she wasn’t light-skinned with real hazel eyes and long hair like Jessica. They would always catch the attention of men first, and then she came last. Brandy had always been insecure about her complexion and was envious of both her friends. Sometimes she would spew hate, but Jessica and Eshon didn’t take it seriously. Brandy was still their bitch, a friend to them, and though she was a hater, they loved her anyway.

Brandy strutted behind her friends wearing the raunchiest outfit of the three—a sheer mini dress with a halter neckline. Twenty-one inches in length, the dress exposed the gold rhinestone G-string she wore underneath. She moved her perfect body seductively in her stilettos as she followed Eshon’s lead.

Eshon walked toward the main bouncer at the door. He looked at her, and she looked at him. It was about an hour’s wait to enter the club, and with the club’s capacity reaching its limit very soon, the wait was looking even longer. But Eshon didn’t do lines.

Jessica and Brandy stood on the sidelines and watched Eshon do her thing. The bouncer was hypnotized by her confidence and beauty. They didn’t have any doubt that she would get them inside without having to wait; she always got them in. She always knew what to say or do to get her way.

Eshon started to converse with the tall, black, mean-looking hunk of beef. The other bitches standing on line looked at Eshon with questionable stares; they didn’t believe she had what it took to persuade him. But they were wrong. It only took a minute until he started to waver. Then he smiled and shook his head. Eshon passed him something. The exchange was quick, and before they knew it, she was waving her girls to come inside. Jessica and Brandy strutted toward the entrance as the bouncer unhooked the velvet rope, allowing the ladies to slide right through and leave the other patrons waiting on line. Eshon moved through the crowd like she was a boss bitch, her friends right behind her.

Club Revolt was the place to be tonight. The renowned DJ was an expert at getting the party hyped with his mixes. The music was thunderously loud and on point with “Diced Pineapples” by Rick Ross and Meek Mill as bodies gyrated on the dance floor. And there was so much money in the place.

The girls found Kip, Devon, and Papa John by the bar. Eshon smiled at Kip then threw her arms around him and kissed his lips.

Kip allowed the public display of affection. They all had a part to play tonight, and with the girls around they would look less suspicious. Eshon, however, was loving every moment of it, taking full advantage of the time she got to spend with Kip, who looked good and smelled great.

Papa John had had his eyes on Jessica for a long time, but he knew how Kid felt about her. But she was tempting tonight, with legs and cleavage showing.

“So where are they?” Eshon asked.