Thick As Thieves

By John Easley

Hustling, this area of life can be played out by females just as well as males. Coming from a prverty stricken lifestyle,Cherish was some what forced into her way of living.Starting out as a prostitue,she along with a few of her female companions, decided to change the game and become bosses, themselves.Dealing with street life and the up`s and downs that come along with it,Cherish and her comrades take the game of drug dealing and killing to another level.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Master Minds Publications
• Release date: Jun 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501459023

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 1

There’s nothing like a cold winter’s night in Grand Rapids Michigan and every night all up and down Division, you could see the biggest known pimps in the city turning corners as they kept a watchful eye out on their whores and the beat cops that harassed them often for propositioning any potential trick that rode through the track.

You had your small time pimps that were still stuck off in that 70’s way of hustling but most of the strip consisted of a lot of new faces that had changed the game to that new millennium style of pimping, one in particular was a major player in the game that went by the street name of Art.

Art was nine whores deep and made it clear that there was nothing in this world more important to him than the American dollar bill, a new Caddie and room to add a new young tender female to his stable.

At the present time Arts main three money getters were Cherish, Jasmine, and Porsha and neither were older than the age of 25 which to Art was a blessing because on a good night of soliciting they’d never bring in nothing less than two grand and whatever they had to do to get it they did because if they came up short, they knew Art could be very abusive.

On this particular Saturday night by the weather being so cold the money was slow. Art turned the corner onto Division at exactly 3:15 a.m. just as he always did to check trap money. As he pulled up to the curb in his new Caddie money green in color the three girls walked over to the car and got in like clock work.

Yo, what’s the dillio with my paper and it needs to be up to motherfuckin’ par.

As each girls handed over their nights take Ary fingered through each knot of money separately. He saw that Cherish’s roll was short once again.

You just can’t seem to get this shit right shawty, but I tell you something, after I get through puttin my foot in your ass tonight you won’t miss another beat and I bet’cha that.

With the three girls sitting in the backseat of his Fleetwood Art sped off down Division in the direction towards Buchanan Avenue where he owned a large home in which all of his working girls lived with him.

Of the three females Cherish was the darker one and this caused most johns to overlook her and go for the other two who were light skinned females. She was very attractive and had a nice figure, as did the other girls but her skin tone seemed to be a flaw a lot of times and this played a part in her coming up short with her money most times.

With the car stereo playing some real nice up to date R&B sounds everyone was silent except for Art who was scolding Cherish about coming up short with his money. Just to hear him talk to her in the abusive language that he used, one would have concluded that the words alone were enough punishment.

Trick I treat you good, you got a place of elegance you’re living in, I keep your ass fed and clothed to the fuckin best and you mean to tell me you can’t get a pimps money right?

Art baby, I’ve got nearly most of it, things just haven’t been jumping for me tonight daddy."

Looking into the review mirror Art caught eye contact with Cherish and she could see the white of his eyes turn bloodshot red.

Ho if you speak out of turn one mopre time, ill pull over right here in the middle of this gotdamn street and commit to shipping your ass all up and down Division, shut the fuck up Trick.

Within minutes Art was pulling into the driveway. His other girls were already in for the night and being that it was so cold and they all had done real well with trapping money he was generous enough to give them the night off.

Entering into the large living room area of the house that was very elegantly kept, Art found his other girls in a relaxing mood as they enjoyed themselves to rounds of expensive liquor, grade A bblunts of marijuana, a few lines of heroine, and cocaine that he kept around the house for them at all times. Without saying a word he over to the Punchline house stereo system and turned it off and spoke loudly in an aggressive manner.

Jasmine go get me a fuckin’ clothes hanger asap, this ho think this shit is a game."

At this time all attention had turned to Art which is exactly what he wanted as he sat down on the Gucci patterned sofa and snorted from a glass table in front of him whatlooked to be a gram of cocaine.

Art was the coldest Pimp when it came to using methods of discipline on his women and each time he had to do so he made every one of them watch for a couple of reasons one was to let them know that if they didn’t meet his demands that this could very well be them and the other was to instill the fear of God in them all.

Jasmine returned with the clothes hanger and gave it to Art. He hurriedly twisted the hanger into a switch like form and then ordered Cherish to take off the black leather mini skirt she was wearing and to also take off her thongs, once she stood in front of him with only her top on he made her lay on her back in front of him onto the beige carpeted floor with her legs spread apart in the missionary position.

I’m gonna teach you not to slow play me Trick when it comes to my paper and you better not even attempt to move, cause if you do I’ma kill your ass.

To keep her in fear of every word he said Art flashed a 38. revolver in her face that he kept tucked away in the waist of his pants at all times. As Cherish lay there with her legs spread apart Art struck her between the thighs with just enough force to inflict sever pain without ripping the skin between her legs.

The first few lashes were very painful which caused her to scream out in agony.  Oh, oh Art I’ma do right, please daddy please, oh God.

Everytime Art swung the hanger, the other girls looking on would flinch from viewing such a terrible sight. After he finished this technique of punishment Art stoop up and ordered Cherish to do the same. As soon as she struggled to her feet he swiftly backhanded her with his right hand knocking her completely off of her feet.  Take your ass to my room and dry those fuckin’ tears up before I shoot you in your mufuckin’ face ho.

In intense pain Cherish slowly walked out of the living room and up the staircase and entered Arts lavishly designed bedroom and laid across the king sized bed. As she lay there she made a promise that one way or the other she was gonna get out of this line of work, but not before she made Art pay for every cruel this he ever did to her and every other girl in his stable.

As she lay there on her back in the dark, she saw a crack of light coming through the door and noticed that it was Art carrying two glasses of Hennessey. Art turned on a night light that set on a stand next to his bed.

Here you go girl take this drink and chill out. You know a brother care about you and shit but you gone have to step your game up girl.

Sitting up in bed Cherish sipped from the glass only because she knew the alcohol would help rid away the pain. She had grown so accustomed to Arts procedure of pretending to make up after beating one of them until she’d finally realized that he was full of lies, but until she could put together a plot she had no other choice but to dance by his music or get thrown out with nowhere to go and it was entirely too cold to be out in the streets.

After finishing up their drinks Art took off his clothes and crawled into bed next to Cherish and began kissing her around her neck as he helped her take off her top and bra before sucking her nipples that had become real firm from his foreplay. Slowly he found his way between her painful thighs and tenderly suck at her pearls tongue causing her to shiver in pleasure. Cherish had to admit that he was good at eating pussy, but not enough for her to take any more of his abuse, she swore that this would be the last time anyone would treat her like an animal.

Chapter 2

Feeling real good and high off the best heroine around the city, Art was sitting in his den relaxing in a leather recliner trying to keep his eyes open and watch the poo game that was being played by two associates of his, Duck Tail and Shy and the game was being played for high stakes, one hundred dollars a game or better.

Shy was a major smack dealer from the windy city and Duck Atil, well he dealt strictly in marijuana. He and Art had known each other from childhood and throughout the years one way or the other the two always seemed to roam within the same circles.

  Say man y’all cats need to make that y’all last game, I gotta go check trap.

  Alright gangsta, I’m about to sank the eight ball on this chumps ass right about now, eight in the side pocket for a easy hundred.

Seeing the black ball roll into the pocket made Shy frown up in the face. He’d lost five hundred dollars in the process of an hour.

  Shit nigga, you must be practicing fuckin’ roodoo or something. I ain’t never been beat like that before, but it’s all gravy big timer.

Shy reached into his pocket and pulled out a very large knot of money and peeled off yet another hundred dollar bill.

Looking at his Rolex Art saw that the time had passed by rather fast, it was 4:00 p.m. in the afternoon wich menat on a Friday the whores stroll was jumping and it was time to wake up every girl in his stable and put them to work.

Art escorted his two associates to the door and bid them both a farewell.

  Look pimpin I’ll get up on you brothers a little later. Matter of fact you cats drop by Club Elite, I’ll be down there, gots a young philley I’m trying to trap you know what I’m talkin about.

  Cool big pimpin, we’ll get at ‘cha later. Stated Shy as he and Duck Tail left.

Returning into his house Art took a quick shower before waking the girls who’d been out all night getting money. He always dressed his best. Art took from his closet and expensive Versacy black and lavender silk dress shirt and black pants of the same make. As he was getting dressed Porsha knocked on the bedroom door.

  Come on in.

  What’s up daddy, have you seen Cherish? She’s not in her room with Jasmine.

Standing in the mirror Art placed his Mink Godfather hat on his head and looked at himself.

  Nawl, I ain’t seen the Trick since early this morning and as I think about it I didn’t get that cheddar from her ass either. Walk outside and see if you can see her ass.

Just as Porsha turned to walk out of the door Jasmine was standing in front of her with a note in her ahnd from Cherish.

  Good morning Art, I’ve got a note from Cherish. Seems like to me she done got on down baby.

Still somewhat high from the effects of the heroine, Art turned to face both girls real slowly.

  What the fuck you mean she done got on down? Give me that note.

Realizing that short note Art came to the conclusion just as Jasmine had. Cherish had taken only a few clothing and 450 dollars that she’d made the night before and vanished into the night.

  I give that Trick a week at the most and she’ll bring her nothin’ ass back here begging for me to take her trick ass back. Porsha go get those other Ho’s up and be fuckin’ quick about it.

In his days of managing prostitutes Art had a couple of his girls to run off and they all returned at some point. The city streets were cold hearted and if he had to put his life on it, he’d place it as a bet that Cherish would return.

Chapter 3

A month had passed and spring was coming in beautifully. Cherish had found herself a nice little boarding room at a hbouse over on Wealthy. She’d thought about moving back home to Detroit but she felt that if she would ever make anything of her life, Grand Rapids was more promising.

Cherish had lucked up and found herself a decent job in a department store at the mall on 28th Street on the Southeast side of the city. Even though the