Take Money Mistress (22 page)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

It was May 7, 2011, Alexandria’s twenty-first birthday. She celebrated it with her friends, mother, and, of course, Sam. Sam had everybody gather at
Rocco's Capriccio in Little Italy, Baltimore. The place was fancy and the food was good.
Alexandria was happy that everybody joined her to celebrate her birthday, except for her father. They still bumped heads and Robert didn’t attend even though Erica begged him several of times to join them. He decided to keep Timmy Jr. instead.

Alexandria was excited to see Liz and Sofia. It was the first time Liz had been out without the baby. She called her babysitter at least five times to check on their daughter. Sofia was so busy planning wedding details that she barely had time to finish her meal. After they sang the birthday song, Sofia and Kenny excused themselves and left.

Erica, Liz, and Lloyd left about thirty minutes after Sofia and Kenny. Sam was about to order dessert for himself and Alexandria when a special delivery came to the table. There was a birthday cake lit with candles and Alexandria’s face lit up.

“Oh wow, you are so wonderful,” she said to Sam.

“Thank you, honey. But, I didn’t get you that cake.”

“You didn’t, oh. Let me see who got it for me. It probably was Sofia or Liz. They know I get down with some cake,” Alexandria joked.

“I know that, baby.” Sam shook his head.

Alexandria flagged down the waiter that brought the cake to the table. She asked him who sent her the cake and he said he wasn’t sure.

“Okay, was there a card that came with it or something?”

“I’ll check in the back. Give me a second.” The waiter went to the kitchen in search of the card and when he found it, he gave it to Alexandria, who waited by the kitchen door for him.

She read the note.
Enjoy it while you can.
The end of the paper was torn. There was no signature and Alexandria panicked. She wondered if Terrell’s goons knew she would be there and wanted to fuck with her. She started sweating because she knew if they knew she was there, they followed her. She didn’t know where the dinner would be until they pulled in front of the restaurant because Sam was so tight lip about it. She wondered how they found out where they would be.

As Alexandria walked back to the table, she searched around to see if she saw anything that was suspicious. Just before she got to the table, she felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned toward the person. She feared it would be the end of her life. She breathed deeply, and then a waiter handed her a piece of paper.

“
Sorry, the end of the note was found under a glass of water in the kitchen.”

“
Oh, no problem. Thank you so much.” She was grateful.

The ink was smeared, but the full note read,
Enjoy it while you can. You will have to fit into your bridesmaid’s dress next month. I love you like a sister.
It was signed by Sofia.

She made sure to get Alexandria the same cake that she purchased for Liz’s baby shower. Alexandria loved it so much when she tasted it, so she knew she would love to have it on her birthday as well.

When Alexandria finally joined Sam at the table, she was glad to tell him that Sofia got her the cake. She pushed her worries aside about Terrell and enjoyed the rest of her birthday with her man. She didn’t tell Sam about her fears because she knew he would make a big deal out of it. She felt as though neither of them could control Terrell, so if he wanted her to pay for the money she took from him, he wouldn’t stop until he made that happen.

$$$$$$

Stew was the boss of the daily drug operations while Terrell was locked up. He still had to run some decisions by Terrell, but for the most part Terrell trusted him to handle the work correctly.

Stew was posted up in Terrell’s office while scheduling the drug pickups and drop offs. Most of the people who needed re-ups were taken care of, but he had a large package headed to Cherry Hill. The hustler that requested the packages had Cherry Hill on lock and had a few spots in Brooklyn, Maryland. Stew was good with the way everything ran while Terrell was locked up and he knew he would be impressed with the business he brought to the table.

Just before he was about to head home that night, he got a call from Cindy, a bitch Terrell used to fuck with on the side. She was money hungry and sucked dick well.

“What you doing?” she asked.

“Handling business. What’s up?”

“You trying to see me?”

“Fuck yeah, baby. Bring that ass by the warehouse.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

“R-ight.” Stew’s dick was brick hard because he knew he was about to get the business. He picked up his cell phone and called home. “Baby, I got to work late and shit. These niggas fucking up all day long. I gotta figure shit out. I should be home around ten.”

“Okay, baby.” His wife, Suga, said into the phone. “I’ll put your plate in the microwave. I can’t wait to see you, daddy.”

“Me too! Love you, girl.”

“Love you, too, daddy.” She blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up.

Moments later, Cindy was let into the warehouse and everybody there knew she was ready to fuck for money. Behind Terrell’s back, she had fucked four different niggas that worked for him. Terrell barely cared being that he had a wife, but he didn’t like how she made it seem like she was all about him.

When she got to Terrell’s office door, she knocked because the man that let her in let her know where Stew was. As soon as he let her in, she got to work. She dropped her dress to the floor.

“You got a few dollars for this pussy?” She walked over to the desk and spread her legs in front of Stew’s face.

She had some good shit and he was down to pay for it. “Hell yeah.” He went into his pocket and peeled off two hundred dollars.

Cindy smiled wide and moved the money aside. She dug her finger deep inside of her and moaned out. Her fingers got real creamy as she made herself cum right before him. Stew’s dick couldn’t take it. He was aching to feel her pussy, but he wanted the head first.

“Get that shit ready,” Cindy ordered.

Stew leaned back in the chair and got his dick ready. It was already hard, so a few strokes had it good. He loved fucking random, good pussy because Suga was a sweet, country girl. She was a good girl and fell for a bad boy. But, she never did any down and dirty shit for Stew. With Cindy, he could fuck her however he liked. She would slurp down his cum and take the dick anyway that he could give it.

Cindy slid down to the floor and bobbed up and down on Stew’s dick. Stew was screaming out all kinds of crazy shit because it felt so good. His eyes were closed tight and he felt like he was about to explode.

“Oh shit, bitch!” he screamed.

After making Stew cum, Cindy let the dick stay in the back of her throat as she took his shit down. Then, she bent over the desk, and Stew climbed behind her and fucked her ass slowly with no lube. Cindy screamed out in pleasure and as she loosened up, Stew fucked her harder. She played with her clit as he fucked her ass, and the combination was pleasurable. She came twice. Before cumming again, Stew pulled his dick out and squirted on her ass.

“That was some ill shit right there!”

“I know, baby. I’ll see you soon,” Cindy said while putting her dress back on.

Stew went into the bathroom and cleaned off his dick, hands, and face with a paper towel and soap. Mya was approaching Terrell’s office when she saw Cindy leaving. She remembered questioning Terrell about her awhile back. It was obvious that she had just been fucked and she smelled like it too. Mya rolled up her nose at her and rolled her eyes.

“Bitch!” Mya said with fury in her eyes.

Cindy mumbled underneath her breath, “Hating hoe.” She wanted to fight Mya, but she remembered her fucking her up when she found out she fucked Terrell, so Cindy wouldn’t fuck around unless her bitches were around to have her back.

“Stew! I’ve been calling your damn phone for twenty minutes straight. I’m glad I found you here,” Mya said as she walked into the office as Stew blew weed smoke into the air.

“Oh, my bad. What’s going on?”

“I got shit to show you.”

Mya went into her purse and retrieved her iPad. She pulled up the video of Alexandria stealing the money. When he saw her get naked to change into her stripper’s costume, he drooled a little.

“
Um, um, um, she is too fucking fine to be taking shit from mafuckas.” Stew wanted to kill Alexandria, but how sexy she was made it hard for him to focus on his hate for her. As soon as she took the money in the video, he said, “I can’t believe that shit. I should be able to find that bitch with this shit. Good looking out.”

“
You know I gotta have my husband’s back, so that shit ain’t a problem.”

“
No doubt. Terrell will be proud of you.”

Mya smiled because she wanted nothing other than her husband to be happy. She couldn’t wait to get thanked properly when they fuck on the next conjugal visit.

That night when Stew went home, he was sure to let Terrell know that he could probably find Lexxxie without Cassidy’s help. Terrell was excited. That was the best news he had since Mya told him of the tape. He couldn’t wait to see Lexxxie dealt with. He hoped Stew would catch up with her and teach her a lesson she would never forget.

Chapter Thirty

Stew searched for Alexandria for a few weeks. At every strip club in Baltimore, nobody knew anything about Lexxxie. Finally, when he went to Tasty Ladies he had a feeling that was the place he needed to be because he remembered seeing a Lexxxie perform, but she wore red hair that night. When Stew looked around the club to see if he recognized Lexxxie, all of the strippers rushed him for a lap dance since he looked like he came to spend money. He was well dressed in a button up shirt, slacks, and his shoes shined like paint. His deep brown eyes were sexy and slanted. His smile was bright and his chocolate skin glistened under the club’s lights. Stew wore all gold jewelry and had a ton of it on.

Since he was feeling lucky about locating Lexxxie at Tasty Ladies, Stew paid for a lap dance and as the strippers expected, he tipped well. He had two on him, one on each leg. Cinnamon danced with her ass bent over in Stew’s face and Chocolate danced with her nipples pressed against his face so he couldn’t see out of one eye. After his hard dick went down and he paid a hundred to each stripper, he asked around to see if anybody knew where Lexxxie was. Foxy, another stripper, told him that she left months ago. His face turned hot because he was pissed off.

“
What do you mean she left? Somebody told me she was still here,” he lied.

“
They lied to you,” Foxy said. “She been gone and we don’t know where she went. Most of the girls here are new, so we don’t know her like that.”

“
Thanks, ma.”

Stew looked around a little more trying to find out if he could at least find out where she lived. When he stood right in front of the office door, he didn’t bother to knock. He opened it wide and walked in. Mystical and George looked at him as if he lost his mind.

“
What the fuck you want, nigga?” George asked about ready to kick his ass as he stood to his feet. Mystical stood next to him.

“
I ain’t here to cause no trouble. I don’t want your fucking money. But, I do want to know where I can find Lexxxie.”

“
She doesn’t work here, so get the fuck out!” George had base in his tone.

“
I’ll get out when I’m fucking ready, but I ain’t leaving ‘til I find out where that bitch lives.”

Stew pulled out his gun and aimed it at George, and Mystical screamed out in fear. “Oh my God!”

“
Calm the fuck down, bitch! I ain’t fucking playing with y’all. Give me that bitch’s address or die,” he demanded.

“
Get over there and get that fucking address for this nigga!” George told Mystical.

She was so scared that she cried the whole time she searched for Lexxxie’s address. When she found it in her file cabinet, she gave it to Stew. He rolled out while still having his gun aimed to get past the bouncer.

Once at Lexxxie’s address, he felt good about the shit that was about to go down. He knocked on the door with his gun behind his back and when an older, white man opened the door with a newspaper in hand while wearing a bathrobe, Stew’s face showed confusion.

“
I’m not interested in whatever it is you’re selling,” the older man said.

“
Nah, mafucka. I’m looking for the bitch that lives here.”

“
Oh, my Lord.” He grabbed his chest. “There is no woman living here and definitely not a B word. Son, you need God in your life,” the man told him as he proceeded to reach out to put his hands on him. He started to pray.

Stew quickly interrupted him. “My bad, yo.” He left and the man shook his head while wondering what the world came to when random people would show up at your door using such foul language.