Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 2

Claire and Charlie laughed.

“What part y’all from?” asked Melanie.

“The really rough part that will eat you alive,” Charlie responded.

Melanie laughed. “Well, I need to not go there!”

More drinks were consumed and the living room became ground zero for them. The sun had set and the night was young. Melanie tossed back her glass, smiled, and said, “I got another question for y’all. Are y’all half-white?”

“No,” Claire answered.

“Oh really? Because y’all can maybe pass for white,” Melanie pushed.

“Well, we’re not. We a hundred percent black,” Charlie chimed.

“Black Lives Matter, right?” Melanie joked.

“They don’t where we come from,” Charlie answered.

“So, are you in college too, Charlie?”

“Nah.”

“So you got your degree in the streets, right? I’m not hating on that.”

Charlie shot an awkward glance at her sister. At first, it was fun and laughs between them, but it seemed like Melanie was mocking them.

“So, I have to ask—why did your parents throw you two out?”

Charlie frowned at the question. She quickly spoke up, noticing that the bitch was being extra nosy, and she didn’t want Claire spilling any of their family’s tea. It wasn’t any of the bitch’s business, even if she was providing them with a place to stay tonight.

“It’s personal,” Charlie replied tersely.

“I was just asking. I wasn’t trying to intrude in your business.”

“Then fuckin’ don’t,” snapped Charlie.

Melanie felt slighted and insulted, but she kept quiet ab

out it.

“Well, I guess enough about talking about y’all lives. Do y’all want to hear about mine?” she said with gleefulness in her tone.

Charlie really didn’t, but it was her place and Melanie wanted to boast about her ambitious life. She was lording over the sisters and loving it. Meanwhile, Charlie was listening intently and she was also scheming on the naïve bitch. She wondered how Melanie could afford to live like this. The rent alone was steep, and Charlie estimated the furnishings cost at leave five to six thousand dollars per area. The bedroom set, living room and dining scenery, it was all high-end. The only downside to the apartment was that you had to go through Melanie’s bedroom to get to the one bathroom.

“I just love nice things, as you can see,” Melanie said proudly.

“Yeah. I can see that,” replied Charlie with a fake smile. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Of course. It’s through my bedroom.”

Charlie excused herself from the room, leaving her sister and Melanie to chitchat.

Inside the bedroom, Charlie quickly rummaged through the closet. All she saw were labels—rows and rows of designer labels. She smirked. There is no way this bitch could afford all this shit on her own at twenty years old, she thought. No fuckin’ way!

The high-end items were starting to make her pussy wet. She had seen enough.

Charlie came back into the living room and sat down with something to look forward to. It was about to become a new day for her and Claire. She smiled at Melanie, thinking it was going to be a huge payday for them if they handled it right.