Killer Dolls, Part 1, page 17
part #1 of Killer Dolls Series
She watched the area, observed the crowd, and knew it was now or never. They had the element of surprise in their favor. If they didn’t do it tonight, then Aoki had no idea when they would get a chance again.
***
Polo and Dawn were seated at a round table outside, eating a meal, talking. Polo looked like a different person with his female friend. He probably thought he was safe a few blocks away from Central Park in the city with his stripper girlfriend.
“Let’s do dis,” Aoki said to her friends.
They all donned different color wigs and dark shades. Coolly, they exited the stolen car they were in and calmly walked in Polo’s direction. Tisa was very nervous, but she was determined to stand by her friends’ side this time. No running away. Being in the city where there was traffic, people, cops patrolling and most likely surveillance cameras all around was risky, but they didn’t care. They believed their disguises were good enough to conceal their true identities.
Aoki just didn’t give a fuck; she wanted the job done.
Aoki set her eyes on Polo, his back turned to the danger approaching as he engaged Dawn in conversation. Aoki took a deep breath. She shrewdly pulled out a sharpened icepick and held it stealthily in her fist. Her heart pumped faster, and her rage was turned up. This time she wasn’t about to fail.
Tisa and Rihanna were right behind her, looking like china dolls in their baby doll dresses and the short, Chinese cut wigs.
Before anyone could suspect anything, Aoki slammed the icepick into the back of Polo’s neck abruptly and began to stab him repeatedly, almost prison yard-style. He never saw it coming.
Dawn, traumatized by the attack, screamed. The patrons suddenly flung into panic and chaos.
Aoki stabbed Polo to death while people fled away screaming, falling over chairs, plates smashing to the ground, and folks tripping over each other trying to escape the sudden carnage.
Dawn was a witness, so she had to be taken care of.
Rihanna quickly raised the 9mm to her chest and fired multiple times, as she fell backwards from her chair almost slow-mo style and dropped dead on the ground.
Aoki was absolutely sure that Polo was dead this time as his body lay on the ground next to his last meal.
The girls tried to get lost with the crowd fleeing. They kept their heads low and craftily removed their wigs and glasses, tossing them into the bag Tisa was carrying, and hurried away from the murders. They cut down a side block to avoid the surveillance cameras, trying to limit their footage on video.
They reached the stolen car parked only a block away and jumped inside.
Aoki sped away and exhaled with relief. “We burn everything,” she said about the wigs and glasses, “and the car too.”
***
From 92nd Street to 93rd Street, Madison Avenue was shut down completely as police cars and dozens of cops flooded the area. Two dead bodies lay in front of the chic eatery, overturned tables and chairs scattered on the sidewalk, personal items left behind as customers desperately tried to flee the area.
Both bodies were covered with white sheets. Homicide inspected the crime scene painstakingly and started taking down witness statements. They couldn’t believe someone was brazen enough to murder two people in cold blood at a popular eatery in the city.
When the detectives questioned a middle-aged man who saw the whole thing unfold, all he could say was, “They almost looked like dolls, man. Fragile dolls.”
The detective taking his statement was confused. “Dolls?”
“Yes,” the man said, “there was three of them, all dressed in short flowing dresses, something young kids would wear, with cropped haircuts and that straight bang the Asian women wear. And shades. And they were so tiny, fragile . . . looked like dolls, baby-faced girls. One, I mean, she just stabbed this man in his neck like it was nothing. And the second girl shot his girlfriend in cold blood. I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said to the detective, shock and grief written all over his face.
Almost all of the witnesses said the same thing—three ladies, young and beautiful, dressed nicely and most likely wearing wigs, looking like dolls.
The next day, the front page of the Daily News read: “Killer Dolls at Large.” Then the article went into details about the brazen murder on Madison Avenue and there was a fuzzy, grainy still shot inserted into the newspaper taken from a camera in the restaurant of Aoki, Tisa, and Rihanna, heads hung low.
TWENTY-SEVEN
AZ was in awe. He couldn’t believe that Aoki was bold enough to murder someone in the city. He’d read about it in the papers, and it was all over the news. AZ was nervous for his friend, but at the same time he was equally nervous for himself. Getting this type of attention could cause heat from the local authorities.
Now that the original hit had finally been concluded, Aoki came up with a brainstorm. She had a taste for blood and profit. She wanted to make some money. In private, she had a word with AZ. She wanted to be hired out and be able to do murders for other drug dealers and his acquaintances. She strongly felt that her peoples were ready.
At first, AZ didn’t comprehend it or recommend it. She would be putting her and her friends more at risk. She explained to him that she was willing to take that chance.
It was crazy. But she had always been crazy.
AZ promised to take care of her. If she needed money, it wasn’t a problem. But Aoki didn’t want anyone taking care of her. Her mother relied on a man to take care of her and look where it got her. She and her crew wanted to stand on their own feet and make things happen for themselves.
Reluctantly, AZ said to her, “Okay, I’ll put the word out on the streets, see what I can do for y’all.”
NYC wasn’t ready for “the killer dolls.”
***
Emilio caressed Aoki’s body and made love with his hands, touching her body like it was the most delicate flower. He definitely knew how to hold a woman and have sex with her. His strokes inside of her were long and deep, as her pussy lips were spread as an invitation to him, and he was extra hard.
First, they made love in the missionary position, inside her bedroom. She climbed on top of him and brought her pussy down on his hard dick, her juices flowing freely.
He squeezed her tits together and enjoyed the ride she was giving him. Both of them cooed, feeling extra special. The way her pussy felt when she rode him had Emilio’s dick feeling like it was out of control.
Aoki rode him gently, taking her time with his dick, enjoying his tender touch. She made eye contact with Emilio and moaned. She pressed her hands against his chest, and he grabbed her ass tight and groaned from the muscles inside of her milking him.
He continued to play with her nipples as her juices coated him. “I’m gonna come!”
Aoki continued to work his dick until they both came. She collapsed on top of him, both spent.
***
Over time, Aoki had become a little slut to him and B Scientific. Both men had different characteristics that she liked and enjoyed. B Scientific was powerful and imposing, while Emilio was refreshing and intelligent. B Scientific had a woman, though, and Emilio was single and wanted her for life.
Emilio wasn’t shy to admit that he saw a future with Aoki. He had fallen in love with her. He treated her special and always put her first. He always came by her place and helped her with small repairs in the house, being a jack-of-all-trades.
Whenever he inquired about her past or background, she told him the same story she told everyone else: Her mother had moved back to Japan, and her father was lost in the streets on drugs, and she had a hard life growing up.
***
Aoki woke up to the sunlight shining in her face. It was early morning, and Emilio wasn’t by her side. She knew he had spent the night. She lifted herself from the bed and gazed around the bedroom. His shoes were still on the floor.
She donned a robe and left the bedroom. She walked downstairs and noticed the door to the backyard was open. She walked outside to find Emilio standing by the tin barrels in her yard.
She asked nervously, “Emilio, what ya ah doin’ out here?”
“Aoki, why do you have these two barrels in your backyard? I mean, they are an eyesore. Why don’t you just get rid of them? What’s in them?”
“Dem ah none of ya business!” she barked.
“I mean, I can help you get rid of them.”
“Look ya don’t need to fret ’bout me backyard, ya understand?”
Emilio was taken aback by her harsh tone. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Ya just don’t need to touch dem. Me gon’ have dem move when me ready, ya understand?”
“Yeah, I understand. I’m sorry.”
“Ya don’t need to be sorry—just come inside an’ suck me pussy.”
He smiled. “I can do that.”
Aoki took him by the hand and led him back into the house, where they made love some more, ate breakfast, and talked all morning.
TWENTY-EIGHT
No “work” made Aoki a very normal person. So she decided to play when she wasn’t murdering people. B Scientific had gotten them another ritzy hotel room in Manhattan, where they spent hours fucking their brains out and enjoying room service and cable TV.
After they’d had sex, B Scientific started to complain about Brandi, dropping hints to her that they should make it official.
“If you tell AZ, I’ll tell Brandi,” he said to her.
Aoki wanted for them to simply stick with the program—having an affair, having fun with each other, and going back home to their significant others.
B Scientific was relentless. The more she refused to let go of AZ, the more he wanted her. He was used to women doing everything in their power to get him and be his number one, but Aoki was doing everything in her power to stay number two, his side-chick. B Scientific hated it.
B Scientific walked around the room naked; the only thing clasped to him was a beautiful diamond rosary he always wore under his shirts. Aoki had noticed it a few times. It was the most exquisite piece of jewelry she’d ever seen.
She decided to ask him about it. “Why do ya always wear dat?”
He looked at her and said, “You like this?”
“It’s beautiful. Ya never take it off?”
“I can’t,” he said. “This is special to me. It belonged to my brother. He was killed last year.”
“Me sorry to hear ’bout that.”
“Yeah, I made them Baltimore niggas pay severely, though. They fucked with the wrong family. I remember having this feeling right before he was murdered, like something was about to happen. I went to my jeweler and had him make this rosary for him. Then I took it to the church and had it blessed by a priest. But it didn’t save his life. So now I wear this to remind me how dangerous the game can get, how ugly it is out there. You can’t get caught slipping. Every time I look at it, it reminds me of my brother,” he said, looking nostalgic.
The room fell silent.
B Scientific unclamped the rosary from around his neck. “I want you to wear it,” he said.
Aoki was shocked. “No, me can’t.”
“Nah, I want you to wear it, not have it.”
“Why?”
He sighed. “Because, every time I look at it, it reminds me of my brother, so I want you to wear it, so every time you look at it, it will remind you of me.”
Halfheartedly, she accepted the gift.
B Scientific clamped it around her neck. “It looks great on you, sexy.”
***
With Polo out of the picture, AZ’s had no beef and no worries. He was making money. He had his respect. The streets were talking, once again linking him to Polo’s demise. Word around the way and through Brooklyn was: Don’t fuck with AZ.
His relationship with Connor was rocky. Since that day when he’d showed up at AZ’s place unannounced and stirred up drama, AZ decided to call things off.
A week later, he found himself back in Connor’s arms again, but it didn’t feel the same.
***
AZ and Heavy Pop drove through the Holland Tunnel on their way to Oscar’s waterfront condo in Union, New Jersey.
When they finally arrived there, Oscar greeted them with a handshake and a smile. “Fellows, nice seeing y’all again,” he said.
“We came bearing gifts,” AZ said.
AZ had come with a briefcase filled with Oscar’s cut from AZ’s growing business in the streets. Product was great, and profits were soaring through the roof.
AZ opened the suitcase filled with cash, totaling in the hundreds of thousands.
Oscar smiled. “I knew I liked something about you.”
They sat down and talked.
AZ needed a re-up. He was moving twenty to thirty kilos a month, and almost more in sales with the marijuana. Business was definitely good for the duo. AZ wanted to keep it like that. But he also had another business proposition for Oscar.
AZ threw back the glass of scotch in his hand and said to Oscar, “Can we talk in private?”
Oscar nodded. “Anything for you, my friend.”
“Yo, Heavy, excuse us for a minute.”
Heavy Pop was confused. Why did AZ have to talk to their connect in private? Usually they spoke openly about everything.
Oscar gestured for them to talk on the terrace. AZ and Oscar stood up from their chairs, and AZ followed Oscar outside, while Heavy Pop remained in the room with the bodyguard and the bar.
Outside on the terrace, Oscar closed the glass door for added privacy.
AZ stared at the city’s skyline from afar. It was a beautiful, bright day, and a picturesque sight. Who wouldn’t want to live like this?
“What’s up?” Oscar asked.
“I have a minor business proposition for you outside of what we have going on.”
“I’m listening.”
“In this business, we gonna always carry enemies, and they gonna always need dealing with, so my proposition is that if you ever have a problem that you want outside help on, I can offer you a quick solution.”
“A quick solution, huh?”
“Yeah. I have a crew of women who can handle your dirty work.”
“Women?” Oscar raised his eyebrow. “Who sends a woman to do a man’s work?”
“Oscar, don’t underestimate them. They’re professional, and they will get the job done. I’ve used them myself on a few jobs, and it worked out fine, no problems. And think about it—You hire them, and it will be less heat on your organization—no ties back to you at all.”
Oscar pondered about it, a look of reluctance on his face.
“Have you listened to the news recently?” AZ asked.
“I have.”
“You heard about the Killer Dolls?”
He grinned. “Yeah. It was a risky hit, still no clues, no suspects, only a grainy video.”
“Do I have your attention now?”
“That was you?”
AZ nodded, looking smug. He went on to say, “It will be twenty thousand a contract.”
“I’ll see, my friend. I’ll see.”
The men walked back into the room.
Heavy Pop was working on his second drink. AZ had something else going on, and it didn’t feel right. He felt left out, but he didn’t express his feelings right away.
“You ready?” AZ asked his friend.
Heavy Pop replied quietly, “Waiting on you.”
They headed toward the door. When they got on the elevator and descended, Heavy Pop asked, “So, what was all that about? The meeting on the terrace?”
AZ looked at his friend and simply replied, “Business, that’s all, Heavy Pop, business.”
“And when did you start excluding me from business?”
AZ sighed. “You really don’t wanna know.”
Heavy Pop shook his head and didn’t push the issue. Whatever AZ was up to, he was hoping it didn’t come back to bite them in the ass and ruin everything they’d worked so hard to build.
TWENTY-NINE
B Scientific, his breathing a bit ragged, groaned as Gena sucked and stroked his big dick. With her firm grip around it, she made him grow harder in seconds. She wanted all of his cock inside her mouth. She was on her knees tasting him, loving him completely, trying to outdo every bitch he’d ever been with.
Her head rapidly bobbed back and forth, swallowing the dick whole, while playing with his balls. Then she took his balls into her mouth and sucked and chewed on them while jerking him off.
“I want you,” she said. “I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me.”
B Scientific didn’t respond to her cry for sex. He just wanted a blowjob, nothing more, nothing less. Gena had been begging for his dick for over an hour now, but it was going to be on his time. He wasn’t rushing to fuck her. If he’d had his choice, he would have been with Aoki, but she wasn’t answering his calls that night. B Scientific simply got a motel room in Queens for himself and Gena, something average and nothing fancy to it. She wasn’t special to him, just a jump off.
Gena loved the sensation of having his dick grow huge inside her mouth and the taste of his ejaculation. She knew how to open wide and relax her throat.
She continued to bob her head back and forth, throwing the penis down her throat. B Scientific moaned and watched his manhood disappear into her gaping mouth like magic.
B Scientific groaned as she continued to take him deep in her mouth.
Gena had him nice and wet, sliding her mouth up and down on his throbbing, rock-hard erection that looked like a missile about to launch. She then pulled back to lick him from the balls up to the head, covering his sensitive area with her entire mouth, before doing it again.
