Killer Dolls, Part 1, page 7
part #1 of Killer Dolls Series
AZ came to a stop in front of a white house with a white picket fence. It was a quiet, tree-lined block with beautiful homes costing from three to five hundred thousand. He killed the engine and removed a half pound of weed from the backseat of his vehicle. He’d concealed the drugs in a small bag.
He took a deep breath and stepped out of the Yukon. The area was still and tranquil. There were no worries about stickup kids and harassing police in this part of town. He didn’t need a pistol. He trusted the home and the area. Stapleton, Staten Island, and Riverhead were worlds apart. AZ walked the narrow paved walkway toward the back of the home and tapped lightly on the back door, the thick shrubberies giving him cover from any nosy neighbors.
AZ waited patiently. The homeowner expected his arrival. He looked around, taking in the spacious backyard and the freshly cut grass. There was an oak tree and an old half-built tree house.
“Who?” someone asked from the other side of the locked door.
“You know who. It’s me. Open the door,” AZ replied composedly.
The door opened and standing in front of AZ was a young man named Connor. Connor was thin and brown-skinned with snow-white teeth and curly black hair. He was eighteen and he was well put-together, always dressed trendily.
AZ held up the bag with the half-pound of weed.
Connor smiled and said, “Well, it’s about time.”
“You know it’s a long drive from Brooklyn to here.”
“As long as you came.” He stepped aside and allowed AZ into the home.
The two went downstairs into the basement, which was Connor’s bedroom. It was meticulously neat and furnished with all the latest amenities, including a flat-screen television, woven carpet, a queen-size bed, and a shelf filled with books.
Connor lived with his parents, who were sleeping upstairs. He’d just graduated from high school with honors and was on his way to Yale in the fall. He looked at AZ and excitedly said, “Give me, give me. I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he said with his arms outstretched.
AZ walked toward him, and the two embraced intimately into each other’s arms and then kissed passionately. Their kiss was affectionate and heated. AZ enjoyed his boyfriend’s warm breath and tender touch. Their embrace was so lovingly entwined; they resembled a piece of erotic artwork.
Connor pulled his lips away from his lover. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“I hope you’re not becoming too busy for your number-one guy.”
“No, I’m not.”
Connor smiled. He didn’t want to free himself from AZ’s manly arms. He loved him. He was openly gay, but AZ was still in the closet, hiding his sexuality from an intolerant world. If the streets ever found out about AZ’s homosexuality, they would burn him at the cross and watch him rot. Connor’s parents didn’t approve of his sexuality, but they were tolerant.
The two men kissed again. Their lips locked passionately, and their clothes started to peel away.
Connor kissed AZ all over and fondled him below. “I see you always come with treats,” he said, referring to his erection and the weed.
Connor was well-spoken and educated. Both his parents were doctors. He was spoiled and had been sheltered his entire life. AZ was his bad-boy lover, his heartthrob and his heart. The two had met a year earlier at a gay club in Long Island. AZ sometimes frequented the club alone. It was his getaway from Brooklyn, where he could be himself. Connor and AZ locked eyes near the bar, and a conversation ensued between them.
“I love you,” Connor said, touching his man passionately.
There was kissing, sucking and loving. Position after position, they enjoyed each other. Connor moaned from his lover’s touch. His eyes closed from feeling the pleasures, and his toes curled up as AZ made him come.
“I love you, baby,” Connor said, his sweet voice echoing off the walls.
They fucked and sucked some more.
An hour later, AZ held Connor in his arms as they lay naked on his queen-size bed. They had also finished smoking a blunt. AZ was having a post-coital moment. He lay there looking pensive, thinking about so many things.
After it was over, after the intense sex with Connor, AZ hated the feeling. He hated being gay. He hated being trapped in the closet. His friends wouldn’t understand his homosexuality. He wanted to like girls only, but when intimate with them, it was difficult for him to get an erection. But with Connor, he always grew hard like a rock.
AZ had purposely gotten Lisa pregnant to hide the truth about himself. He felt like an outcast on both ends, pretending to like women all his life. Hiding and fighting his secret was becoming tiresome. He’d even kept it from Aoki, not knowing what her reaction would be.
“I gotta go,” AZ said, removing himself from Connor’s naked brown flesh.
“Go? Why, baby? Why are you leaving me so soon?” Connor asked, looking upset.
“It’s a long ride back to Brooklyn, and I got a lot of things to take care of in the morning.”
Connor released a frustrating sigh. “I thought you were going to spend the night with me. My parents won’t mind.”
AZ started to get dressed. Connor removed himself from his bed and tried to wrap his arms around him while he was getting dressed.
AZ pushed him off. “Look, I can’t spend the night with you, okay?”
Connor folded his arms across his chest and pouted. “So it’s like that, huh? You come over, get you some ass, and leave like a thief in the night. I thought I was more to you than just a booty call, AZ. I thought I was important. I thought you loved me.”
AZ threw on his shirt and then turned around and looked at Connor, who was pouting heavily, looking like he had sucked on a sour lemon.
“Look, I do want to be with you, but I got a lot to take care of . . . and, it’s complicated.”
“Complicated? Baby, I just thought that maybe we wake up together, have some breakfast, and enjoy a day together, like a couple. Why are you so nervous about coming out, AZ? It’s who you are; accept it.”
“You just don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me.”
“Look, your world and mines are completely different.”
“Different? We both like dick, and we like each other, so what’s so different about us?”
AZ sighed.
Connor would never understand. He was safe, far away from any danger the streets could cause. Connor was insulated from the bullshit. AZ didn’t have a hedge of protection. If he fell, he didn’t have accepting parents to catch him. He didn’t have a trust fund. He wasn’t going to Yale. He didn’t graduate from high school. He didn’t live an hour and a half away from the street life. There were so many differences between him and Connor.
Connor gazed at AZ getting dressed. Teary-eyed, he asked, “Are you fucking someone else?”
“What? No!”
“Just be honest with me, AZ. If you are, I won’t get mad. I know about your daughter. I know your baby mother was before we met. I understand that. I’m with you, and I only want you. No other person has been invading your territory, baby, believe that. I just hope no one has been invading mines either.”
AZ sighed. He had cheated on Connor numerous times. “Look, I’m good to you,” he said brusquely. “That’s all you need to know.”
“Good to me? Being good to me is spending the night and taking me out occasionally. Being good to me is about spending some quality time in public. I want you to take me to Brooklyn someday. I want to see where you grew up at, meet your friends someday. It’s been a damn year, AZ. I’m tired of these late-night rendezvouses. Do you fuckin’ understand where I’m coming from?”
AZ saw the bitch in Connor spilling out. It was definitely time to leave. AZ shot back, “Yeah, it’s time for me to go.”
“Go then, motherfucker.”
He started walking toward the exit. Connor followed behind him, still naked, dick hanging.
“So you really just going to walk out on me like that, AZ? You get your nut and leave. Fuck you, AZ!”
When AZ got to the back door, Connor pushed him. “I hate you! Don’t fucking come back! I’m through with you, AZ. I swear, you won’t be getting any more dick from this end. Go fucking be with your whores in Brooklyn.”
It was the same song and dance with Connor. First there was the excitement and passion between them, the sex and lovemaking, then the weed smoking and nestling, followed by AZ’s abrupt departure and Connor’s nasty attitude. But then Connor was always forgiving right afterwards and blowing up AZ’s phone, apologizing, and begging for him to come over.
“Yo, I’ll call you,” AZ said.
“No, nigga, don’t call me. Don’t you ever come back to get you some of this tasty, big dick.” Connor grabbed his long, flaccid penis.
AZ continued walking away. He climbed into his truck and started the ignition. Before pulling away, he lingered behind the steering wheel and thought about his lifestyle. He shook his head. He wanted tonight to be his last night with Connor, but lust always pulled him back.
NINE
Aoki and her crew rode the subway train into Manhattan on their way to NYU with three pounds of weed and three ounces of cocaine for a student named Emilio. He was AZ’s new client. It was a busy day with the girls running around town from Queens and Brooklyn in the beginning then Manhattan, and the Bronx their last stop.
The girls were dressed stylishly, Aoki in tight blue jeans, high heels, and a halter top from a bargain store that she put together well with her outfit. Aoki carried the book bag like always. The book bag had enough contraband to get her a lengthy sentence in an upstate women’s facility, but she was always cool like a cucumber.
The girls stepped off the train, out of the subway, and into downtown Manhattan. It was a beautiful day. The city was bustling with traffic and walls of people cluttering the sidewalk. NYU’s main campus was only a few blocks away in Greenwich Village. The girls strutted through the concrete jungle, staying focused and on a mission to drop off the product. It was one of the better neighborhoods for them; a bit less risky. They tried not to stand out in the city; almost everyone was able to fit in somehow.
NYU was a big university with a cluster of buildings thinning out for blocks, from MacDougal Street to Broadway, its purple-and-white flag with the burning torch marking its properties like gangs mark the walls and streets of their neighborhood.
Aoki led the way, and Tisa and Rihanna followed.
The area was swamped with college students in their NYU hoodies and T-shirts marching to and from classes. Some ladies sported their bohemian outfits, their hemp book bags slung over their shoulders.
Aoki found her way to one of the university’s twenty-two residential buildings, a place called Goddard Hall, which was less than a five-minute walk to Washington Square Park. It was six stories and crowded the entire corner of Washington Square East.
“This ah de place,” Aoki said, looking up at the building.
She didn’t want to take any chances walking anywhere and looking suspicious with drugs on her. Security looked tight downstairs in the lobby, and all the students walked around with ID badges. She thought she might need an escort to enter the building. She got on her cell phone and made the phone call to Emilio. She listened to the cell phone ringing.
After the third ring, a male voice answered, “Yo, who this?”
“Ya expectin’ us, right?” she said to him.
“Yeah, yeah. Where y’all at?”
“Downstairs.”
“Okay, I’m coming down now.” He hung up.
Aoki and the girls waited. They took in the area. Students and people were everywhere; the nice and warm day made Washington Square Park the perfect place to be.
“All these white people out here, looking cheery and shit. They couldn’t last one day in our hood,” Tisa said.
Aoki and Rihanna laughed.
“I know, right? They lookin’ like they don’t have a care in the world,” Rihanna said.
“They probably don’t,” Tisa said. “Mommy and daddy take good care of them.”
Emilio came down to greet the girls. He smiled, they didn’t. He was what the girls predicted him to be—a clean-cut Hispanic from California attending NYU on a scholarship. Clad in a pair of beige cargo shorts, sandals, and a purple NYU T-shirt, he was extremely cute. However he had no fire to him, no edge whatsoever, from what the girls saw. Not even a piercing in his ear. He looked nothing like a drug dealer, but he sold drugs to sustain himself through college. New York was a very expensive place, and a scholarship could only carry you so far in the Big Apple.
“Hey, I’m Emilio. It’s nice to meet you,” he greeted, extending his hand for a handshake.
The girls looked dumbfounded by his hospitality.
Aoki shook his hand. She wanted to burst out in laughter, but she kept her composure. It was still hard to picture him being a drug dealer.
Emilio invited them up to his dorm room, which was neat and simple and shared by his roommate, who wasn’t around at that moment. There were two twin beds on opposite sides of the room, matching desks near the window, and laptops on both of them. There was one decent-size flat-screen connected to various game consoles: Xbox, PS4, and Nintendo. Various posters from rock bands, movie posters, to hip-hop icons covered the walls. They also had a fine-looking view of the park from the sixth floor, the greenery of the park contrasting with the buildings around, and the people below scattered everywhere.
“Nice room,” Rihanna said.
“It’s home for now.”
“Let’s just get dis don’ wit’,” Aoki said.
Emilio gazed at Aoki. He said, “I love your accent.”
“Thanks,” she replied, being short.
“What part of Jamaica are you from?”
“Me born ’ere.”
“Oh! Okay.” Emilio wondered why her accent was so thick for an American-born Jamaican.
Aoki was there for business. She removed the product from her bag and placed it on his bed.
Emilio went into his drawer and pulled out a wad of cash. Tisa was immediately impressed.
“Shit!” she uttered.
Emilio smiled. “You gotta do what you gotta do to survive in this city.”
“I see.”
“Where’s your roommate?” Rihanna asked.
“He’s in class now. Won’t be back for another hour or so.”
They started to do the exchange. Coke and weed was all he needed. Business was booming on campus.
“I didn’t know college kids get high like that,” Tisa said.
Emilio laughed. “Seriously?”
“Ain’t all y’all some goody two-shoes?” Tisa said.
“You really don’t get around much, I see,” Emilio said.
“What you mean?”
“College kids, we get high all the time, we party all the time, and we fuck up all the time. I’m just cashing in on a good thing here—the right product, the right clientele—and it’s a free-fall of cash. College kids have a lot on their minds, do a lot of studying, lots of late nights, and sometimes the right things keep us going, keep us moving.”
“You ain’t worried about getting robbed carrying around all that cash?” Rihanna asked.
“I move in silence, and I move smart. I keep a low profile and know who and when to sell. And I keep this for those just-in-case situations.” Emilio removed a small revolver from his desk and showed it to the girls.
Aoki wasn’t impressed by his speech. If he moved in silence and kept a low profile, why was he sharing so much information with them? He was going out of his way to impress at least one of them.
Emilio was a brilliant student. It showed. He had character and a slight edge to him. While Rihanna and Tisa continued to think he was corny because he was educated, Aoki saw a slight bad boy in the college nerd. Selling weed and cocaine on a college campus was definitely nothing to sneeze at. If he got caught, he was looking at expulsion from school and arrest—and probably hard time.
“Hey, what y’all doing after this?”
“We have more runs to make,” Rihanna said.
“It’s a nice day today. I figured we could go get something to eat, my treat,” he offered. “This area has a lot of cool places to dine at.”
Emilio stared directly at Aoki. It was his personal invitation. He locked eyes with her. Tisa and Rihanna picked up on it. They knew the deal. Aoki was used to men flirting with her, trying to be subtle with their approach.
“We all have to eat, right? And I’m paying,” he continued.
“We down,” Tisa said, speaking for all of them suddenly.
Now that Emilio liked Aoki, Tisa felt jealous, and she now wanted him. Emilio wasn’t her type, but somehow she could make it work with him, if he gave her a chance. She wanted to take his attention away from Aoki, if it was possible.
They all walked across Washington Square Park with its large arch and wide fountain, the dominating icons in the open area. Students, street entertainment, and people were everywhere. They ended up at the Courtyard Café, its décor average and the occupants mostly students and locals.
Emilio continued talking to the girls, telling his story, especially to Aoki.
Tisa tried to get his attention, saying things out of the blue like, “You know, you are a cutie,” but it wasn’t working. Aoki had his attention.
Aoki chomped down on a turkey and cheese club sandwich, and Emilio tried getting her to try a latte. It was an unfamiliar drink to them. The girls tried it and liked it.
