The Diamond Syndicate

He kissed her on the cheek. “You still got that piece I gave you, right?”

“Yup, I sure do. I keep it right here.” She patted her breast.

For the first time, Chester realized his seventeen-year-old daughter had breasts like a grown woman. He started to protest the outing, but then dismissed his reservations, realizing she was packing and knew how to use it.

***

Diamond was the happiest teenager alive. For two hours that Friday night in a cheap motel in Atlantic City, she had sex over and over again with Maurice and one of his teammates.

When the boys were done pulling a train on her, their plan was to tag-team the other two basketball players waiting their turn in another room. But these boys didn’t know Diamond was gonna get hers before anything else jumped off.

“So y’all about to bounce?” she asked, lying there in the bed covered by a sheet.

“Yup,” Maurice said as they got dressed to leave.

The two boys looked at each other and smirked.

“So, what’s up? I know y’all gonna leave me some cash before y’all leave.” She rose up on her elbows.

Maurice screwed up his face. “How you sound? I ain’t giving you shit, trick.” He laughed and slapped five with his teammate.

Diamond’s eyes narrowed as she nodded. “OK,” she said quietly.

The boys finished getting dressed, and Diamond got out of the bed. Her flawless hourglass figure still glistening with sweat, she reached down into her jeans pocket and pulled out the gun. She then slipped on her pumps and walked toward the boys.

The boys were lacing up their sneakers and didn’t see Diamond approaching. When they stood, Diamond kicked Maurice’s friend in the groin, causing him to double over and fall to the floor. Before Maurice could react, she had her gun resting against his dick.

“Come on, man! What are you doing?”

Diamond smiled at him. “Oh, we ain’t talking that smack now, are we?”

“Hey, what you doing?”

Diamond reached down into his pocket and pulled out the money he had in there. She looked down and counted thirty dollars. “Is this all the money you got?” She peered up at him.

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bsp; “Yeah, man. Come on, Diamond!”

“I should shoot off your dick for this chump change! Get the fuck outta my room!” She rammed the gun farther into his groin.

“Ow! Come on, Diamond!”

“You better not say shit to nobody about this. Trust me, I know how to use this gun, and I won’t have a problem using it either.”

“I won’t!” he said, still standing there, his hands raised in the air.

“Give me what your boy got in his pockets too,” she said to Maurice, the gun trained on him.

After Maurice reached down into his teammate’s pockets, retrieved the money, and tossed it at Diamond’s feet, she struck him across the forehead.

He fell to his knees and held his head. “Please, no!” he yelled, now more frightened than ever.

Diamond placed the gun to the back of his head. “This is not a game,” she growled at him. “You better not say shit!”

“I told you I wouldn’t say nothing!”

“Get your boy and get the fuck outta my room!”