Pink Collar Crime’S: Pole Position: A Ms. Nina High-Heelz Novel Featuring Mac 90

By SHON the Blu’Prince

Nina Stilts is a woman standing on her last leg. Recently released from county jail, and currently awaiting trial behind the accidental killing of her own child, she bumps a unique fellow by the name of Mac 90. When she finds herself on the brink of going to prison, Mac 90 gives her a solution that would take her down a road darker than she would have ever gone down in any penitentiary. Desperate for change, Nina follows blindly.
How dark of a road must Nina travel down to find the light at the end? And granted there is a light at the end, what sacrifices lie along the way? Get lost in the life of Nina Stilts and learn what she must endure to become Ms. Nina High-Heelz, a money driven go-getter with her eyes set on a one woman takeover, as she takes us through The Bottoms of Kansas City, Missouri in Park Collar Crime’s: Pole Position.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669809579

SHON the Blu’Prince

SHON the Blu’Prince was born and raised in Kansas City, Missouri. Incarcerated upon the publication of this book. He is a husband and father. A paralegal graduate from Blackstone Career Institute. His hobbies include creative writing, musically as well as poetically, and producing.

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PROLOGUE

11:27PM

Nina nervously made her way to the late model Lincoln Continental, feeling her heartbeat somewhere between her throat and stomach. The pounding became heavier and louder with each click of her heels scraping against the concrete. Though the parking lot of her complex was packed, she felt as if the blue Lincoln was the only vehicle present. She glanced at the car but could only make out a figure wearing glasses in the driver seat. As she approached the window, it dropped slightly. Only low enough for kush smoke and a voice to be heard escaping the car.

Uhh, Ms. -Ms. High-Heel? Came nervously from the voice.

Hearing the nervousness in the man’s voice made Nina feel slightly comfortable knowing she wasn’t alone with her emotional conflict. That helped her sound more confident than her undisclosed acquaintance. "That would be ‘Ms. Nina High-Heelz’. She stated with emphasis on the ‘z’. So, does this window not work or somethin’, papi? Prison boys talk through glass."

Oh yes. Uh, of course. My apologies. The window lowered and Nina got a closer look at the man. Age lines were visible in his sheepish grin that exposed a gold tooth behind his k-9. As the cush aroma cleared the vehicle, Nina caught a whiff of his cologne. Afterthought, she concluded he was an attractive older white male. Her thoughts were broken by his communication. You were referred by Blondie and umm, He swallowed hard before continuing. You’re not a cop or anything are you?

‘A cop?! I should be asking this motherfucker the same question!’ She thought. She felt her expression communicated that but couldn’t be seen from the poor lighting. She played the question casually. Nah, papi. No oink in me. If you know Blondie then you know better. I’m good company. She glanced around the dark, empty vehicle as her eyes caught his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. His left hand told her he was married and had more than time on the streets to lose if she was really law enforcement.

The chill was picking up and made her tug at the bottom of her Dior mini skirt that, from her bent over position, could be exposing her pussy to any onlookers undetected in the parking lot where she stood. Any later and she’d catch the flu. So what a bitch gotta do to get invited into your car, papi? It’s not exactly summer no more, handsome. She said nodding to her attire.

Please, be my guest. Get in, get in. As he leaned over to open the passenger door Nina caught his gaze on her ass as she made her way to the passenger side. She gave another tug at her mini skirt and let it ride up her ass once more. Oh dear God! Nina could hear the man say. She opened the door and found herself seated on plush leather.

The interior lighting brought visual to the vehicle. She could see the man worship her from her spaghetti-strapped, knee-high, 6 inch Dior heels, to her thick, latina-white mixed skin toned thighs. His breath picked up as his eyes followed the loosely pulled laces in her mini skirt upward to her Matching Dior blouse, resting perfectly on her c-cup titties. She saw his eyes check out her long silk curly hair that hung from its braided waterfall. The moment his eyes met hers, Nina glanced down at his slacks and saw his bulge.

Their eyes met once more just before the lights in the car died. Silence filled the Lincoln and the thoughts of what was to come gave Nina butterflies. ‘Bitch, do not pass gas in here. Think, Nina! Think! The radio!’ She thought. She went to turn it up and stopped. Umm- do you mind if we listen to some music, papi?

Anything, Dollface. The man turned the tunes up on the Pioneer stereo. Gotta specific station you’d like to hear? You smoke?

Nina was caught off guard by the R&B playing. She thought then that the man had soul. Either that or he was trying to make her feel comfortable. She snuggled into the cozy seat before responding. I like this right here and no thank you, papi. Not knowing what to say she looked at her phone.

11:43PM

A message scrolled across the screen.

‘Case closed. Get $$$ Bitch!’

It was from Blondie. She slept her screen and looked at the man that sat beside her. He was playing with the ring on his finger. Are you nervous, papi? She childishly asked.

The man hit the blunt once more and sat it in the ashtray. He turned to her and smiled. "Oh- uhh- well, not necessarily. I’m umm, ‘married’." He held up his hand as proof of his commitment.k

‘Oh shit! He’s thinking about backing out!’ She thought.

As if he read her mind he spoke hurriedly. But I uh, that doesn’t mean anything, honey! I’m just, well, you are very beautiful and I don’t know how to say this, but... she thinks I’m working late at the firm.

‘What the hell; Blondie! This motherfucker’s a lawyer? Case closed alright!’ She understood his position but her nervousness kept her from pulling the trigger, so she kept the conversation rolling. So you’re pressed for time, is what you mean?

"Bingo. The man said as he casually hit the recline on his seat and untucked his shirt from his trousers. As he moved he spoke pointedly. With Blondie, we normally have an arrangement set." He unbuttoned his pants and tugged at the zipper. ‘I Wanna Know’ by Joe, enhanced the mood. I have to admit though, when she sent me elsewhere, I was a little suspicious. His pants fell to his thighs.

Nina watched as the man pulled his dick out and began to caress it in front of her. She put her hand to her mouth. ‘This is it Nina. No turning back now, girl.’ She grabbed his firm dick and stroked. He began groaning as he ground his dick against her sweaty palms. Damn, papi! Save some of them strokes for this wet ass pussy.

After seeing you in person, he continued to fuck her hand. Trust me, If you’re anything close to Blondie, we can arrange for more, dollface. His strokes began mingling with the rhythm of the beat.

‘That name again.’ She thought as she rubbed his dick, feeling it stiffen and pulsate. Warming up to the circumstance, she spoke more authoritatively. Well, I’ll tell you now. I’m no Blondie. She switched hands and massaged his balls with her free hand. The man’s groans softened at the action. Feeling less nervous and more in charge, Nina continued. "And I damn sure ain’t no Dollface either, papi. Get it right. I’m ‘Ms. Nina Motherfuckin’ High-Heelz."

Oh yes! Oh yes! He sounded as if he was close to erupting any second, but Nina knew better. When the man’s head fell back in his seat she looked at the hard pole in her hand. Her heart’s pounding was now louder than the music, and only trumped by the man’s pleadings. Give it to me, Ms. Nina High-Heelz! Give me what I’ve been craving for, baby! Oh yes!

Nina dove in, face first, eyes closed and thinking, ‘Bitch, this ain’t the first one, but don’t make it the last. Get a dollar while you’re down here, shit.’. At that moment the world fell still. The present became nonexistent. It was just Nina and her thoughts, and the thought that seemed to scream at her the most was a name.

Mac 90.

And like that, Nina drifted into another world.

Wondering where it had all began.

CHAPTER 1

V RRB. VRRB.

Nina checked her POF app on her LG Stylo. There was a message from someone by the name of Mac 90. ‘Another thirsty ass dude, I bet.’ She thought to herself. The message was short like all the others she received:

‘What’s the deal?’

She went to his profile to check him out. A couple photos and a brief pick up line was all the page consisted of. Normally Nina wouldn’t waste her time, but he had dreads dropping to his waistline. Dread heads were her kryptonite.

In addition to him being her type she also had the drugs for sale and needed all the clientele she could get. No further thought, She engaged:

‘Hey. Whats up with you?’ She hit send and no later than a minute her phone vibrated.

Vrrb. Vrrb.

Just like I thought. Thirsty! She read the message:

‘Nothin foreal foreal. Tryna take it easy. Had a long ass day at work. What’s up with you tho gorgeous? You goin out tonite?’

Reading he had a job was a plus. Nina wondered what else he had going for himself. Being she was on Plenty of Fish, she went fishing:

‘Thank you! And you kinda cute too. But naw, my home girl keep askin me to go out with her but I’m coo on that. You said long day? What you do for work?’

Nina hit send and waited for the response as she knew he would hit her back. Another minute passed before a message came:

‘Cute is for puppies pretty lady.’

Nina liked Madea movies so the comment made her laugh. She kept reading’

But thank you gorgeous. And I work at this warehouse job. I’m new to it so it’s a li’l rough. I use to be a trash man tho. Don’t laugh at me.’

She fought back her urge to laugh and kept reading.

‘I don’t go out either. Plus it’s gettin’ cold. Tell yo’ friend you rather chill. And how ‘bout you.. you work?’

Not so thirsty maybe. Nina gave his intentions a second thought. She kept the pace of the conversation to make sure.

‘My bad papi. LOL.. Handsome better? But it ain’t that I don’t like goin’ out. I just been goin’ thru some things lately and she think goin’ out might help. I don’t know tho. And you can say I gotta job..’

Nina finished the message with the winking emoji and hit send. She hoped he wouldn’t inquire about what she was going through and thought of a way to dance around it just in case he asked.

Vrrb. Vrrb.

Caught in thought, her phone nearly startled her. She read:

‘Sounds a li’l personal. I ain’t the type to press a bitch tho. Hinting at issues can be a li’l bothersome. Still it’s yo’ biz. Wanna tell me.. cool. If not.. that’s cool too. No rush. If goin’ out’ll help then go. Bottlin’ shit up is never the way tho.’

Mac 90’s response made her want to tell him what the deal was, but the pain and judgment was too much to bare at times. With that, she gave him the easy half of her situation:

‘I just got outta jail behind a shootin’. But thank you for respectin’ my space. I’m out on bond and I grit to pay my bondsman. All that clubin’ shit can wait. I like how you talk tho, papi.’ She went from thinking thirsty to player so she tested the waters. ‘Where’s ya girl at?’

She hit send and found herself glued to her phone. Seemed like minutes on end had passed before another response had come. When it arrived, she read:

‘Aw shit.. GANGSTA! I just got out earlier this year foreal. I hope you stay out sweetheart. You got convo too. And I ain’t in nothin’ exclusive but I do rap with a li’l female.. or 3.. LOL. But you hott tho. I know you got like 4 side niggas!’

Nina smiled at the humor. If only you knew, papi. She kept reading:

‘And what you got for the L-O li’l mama? And you seem like you would make a nice friend. I like nice people so if you care to transition from this app just hit me up. 816-555-2360. 90.’

She stored the number but kept the conversation on the app:

‘Yeah you sound like you can be a bitch best friend foreal. and I don’t judge. Shit, I know what it’s like to be caught up on some bullshit. Most dudes lie about petty shit like talkin’ to other bitches but LOL.. naw I ain’t gotta dude. I’ma player! LOL I’m just playin’.’ She thought about hitting send and hesitated. He asked about her hustle. She sold cocaine and weed and Mac 90 could be a potential client. Fuck it. She thought to herself. ‘This me papi.’ She typed and hit send.

This me. What the fuck that’s supposed to mean? I said to myself aloud. A bad habit I got from my pops. I thought about asking what she meant but I ain’t want to seem lost. I reread her last post to see if I missed something. Maybe the bitch sent a typo.

I slid back to her profile to check her out again. Li’l bitch hella cute. Lost in the sauce, I got a message from an unknown number. It clicked. Okay, bitch slid the number my way. Cool, cool. I read the short message.

‘I got the smoke. 20 a G. Lock me in papi. La-La.’

20 a g, bitch, stop! I wasn’t born yesterday. I really ain’t know how to respond. I figured she was using her looks to make sells and I bet hella niggas went for it. Fuck it! Where my cup, shit I’m just as thirsty! I laughed at myself. I wasn’t smoking like that due to parole. Same time, I just saw my P.O. and knew the smoke would be out of my system before our next meeting. I’ll throw the bitch 20 just to pull up and game her. I shot a text back.

‘Ok, ok. I got you sweetheart. You mobile or naw? I support the grit.’

I hit send and my phone started ringing almost immediately. My main bitch, Brandy, was hitting me up. We wasn’t official but she had a nigga. She was attending UMKC for law. She was trying to be an entertainment lawyer and I was trying to be a rapper so we clicked up from there. I answered. Heey!

Heeey! Brandy always sounded happy to talk to me. How was work, love?

Rough as fuck! How was class, gorgeous? I always used pet names when talking to bitches. They were clutch and kept me from calling one bitch another bitch’s name.

My day was good until now. What’s wrong? Why was it rough? Her concern always made me feel loved. She was a sweetheart by nature but something kept me from making a committed step. I chalked it up to thinking all bitches had something to hide.

Seeing she was cool for the most part, I overlooked my suspicions. Just learning the ropes fo’real. It’s hard work. Got a nigga tired. Shit, I’m still in the car.

DAMN! Serious? What you been doin’ in the car this whole time? You got off at 3:30 right? It’s almost 5! Looking at my phone I saw that I hella lost track of time fucking with that POF shit. La-La sent a message, but I had to satisfy Brandy’s talk time before I could get back to her. Now, I had to think about what I was about to tell Brandy about my time lapse. Luckily for me she answered. Probably smoking them nasty ass cigarettes, huh?

Saved by the bitch! You know a nigga got bad habits, girl. Hell, you one of ‘em. We both laughed and I continued. But I’m ‘bout to step in the house, let the dog out and shower. What you about to do tonight?

Well, She paused. My mama wants me to take her shopping. I’m headed there now. Don’t wait too long to get in the house.

I won’t love. My excitement was coming back as I did want to get back to chopping that bitch La-La up before she lost interest in me. I’m ‘bout to go in now. I may get up with my cousin later though. I always used my peoples as scape-goats just in case I did do something and needed an alibi in advance.

Okay, hunn. I’m almost here. I’ll talk to you later.

Okay. Text me. We said our goodbyes and I read the message La-La had sent. She told me she had a car but no license and rather I pull up over there in North East. The bitch was a true hustler. She was over charging on the smoke and trying to save on gas.

I was feeling her already.

I told her I could do that after I showered and shit. Before I stepped in the shower we sent a few messages back and forth, exchanging photos and she shot me the address. Preparing to feel like a sucker, I hopped in the shower thinking about the $20 I was spending on a pull up.

Nina watched as Mac 90 was pulling up to her house. The temperature had dropped dramatically. Early December was feeling more like late January as Kansas City was receiving its first ice storm.

Shit was stopping nothing.

Before she made her way out the door to his car Nina gave herself a one-over in her mirror. Admiring her ethnic-mixed features, she noticed her Hispanic features were more dominant at the moment. But no lesser the beautiful. Satisfied with herself, she grabbed a coat and stepped out the front door with her pack in hand.

Headed to his car Nina looked over her North Eastern roots. Her stumping grounds were gang affiliated but was controlled by the whites and Mexicans. That always gave her the feeling of having the best of both controlling worlds, being Hispanic and white, in the past. Now as she closed the distance between her and the stranger’s Buick Regal, she couldn’t help but believe she was being controlled by the very same society. She clutched the bag in her hand and hated it because the hustle was the start of her current problems.

Nina walked past the vehicle and caught Mac 90 gawking her red and white leggings. Yeah, my ass is stupid fat. She said to herself. She hopped in the car and they made the transaction. She felt guilty about the over charging and tried to give him $5 back. He told her to keep it and she felt insulted by the decline. When she pocketed the $20, she went to shake his hand and he looked at her like she had done something wrong.

No disrespect, gorgeous, He began. But I’ll do this once because I ain’t try’na leave you hangin’. And for future reference, I don’t shake bitches’ hands. He went to shake her hand.

Nina pulled her hand back. Oh, my bad. Here. She extended her left arm and wrapped it around his neck. Her grip was tight and she hoped she hadn’t over done it.

According to Mac 90’s response, she done just enough. Damn, baby, you smell hella good. What you wearin’? Channel, Bag-A-Nigga number 69?

Nah, she said as she laughed at the comment. This is from the Victoria’s Secret Selection. But thank you. His compliment granted him some chill time so she decided to make small talk with him before she would send him on his way. Your dreads don’t look that long on POF. Those old pics or somethin’?

Nah, I just don’t know how to take pictures, sweetheart. Me and the camera never agree.

In her opinion, she could agree with his comment as he did look better in person. She knew he was attracted to something about her by how he stared her down making her way to his car. Seeing this was only a transaction meeting, she didn’t inquire as to what he liked. Still, she wanted the company. It’s getting bad out here, but the news said the storm shouldn’t last too much longer. You should probably wait until it passes before you pull off.

Ah, shit. I was about to twist up this blunt anyway so good lookin’ out. In between his blunt prep, he made small talk. The job tried to take me under. A nigga ain’t ever worked that hard in his life. Shit I’m ‘bout to get BLOWED! Nina chuckled and Mac 90 turned his attention to her. He broke his lingering glare to dump the tobacco out the window. You really are gorgeous, li’l mama. How old are you?

The compliment made Nina feel warm inside. Something about the way he looked at her mixed with his tone of voice said he meant it out of honesty and not just lust. Feeling girly, she got comfortable. You tell all your girls that? She shot at him sarcastically.

With the same intensity, Mac 90 looked at her once more. Only if it’s true. And, right now, it is. He filled the shell with the loud pack.

The night wouldn’t allow Nina’s blush to be made. Thanks. And I just turned 25 two weeks ago. You? She said as she watched him roll his blunt slowly.

Happy belated, beautiful! He exclaimed through licking his shell closed. Better spent out here than behind a cell door, you know. And I turned 27 this past May. It was fucked up too. How you spend yours?

I ain’t do nothin’ fo’real. The words trailed.

Why not? His question came quick.

Nina felt hesitant to answer knowing the ‘conversation’ was coming. She sighed thinking ‘Here we go’. She engaged. "I haven’t really been in the mood as of late, you know. With the being on bond and all.

I can dig it.

"Really, you have no idea."

What, you murdered somebody? A’ ex or somethin’? He was nonchalant and she almost took offense but he continued before she could. We can’t run from our past, gorgeous. I’m not saying embrace whatever was done with open arms, but to replay the shit in yo’ head tryin’ to create different outcomes is hella tortuous. Nina was glued to his philosophical speech. When I was 18 I fucked a’ underaged female. Not to justify my actions to make me seem better than the next, just being honest, I lost my virginity when I was her age. By the time I turned 18 I wasn’t thinking I was causin’ any harm. I was fuckin’ grown bitches all the same, so I really didn’t see the effects until after I did my time.

Nina was shocked to hear what