REVUES GALORE PRESENTS… NEWSLETTER | Issue # 2
GreenDot Mafia: Drop Money
ComeUp by Co Kane
"Let's go, baby," Don Jay said, winded as
he wiped the sweat from his forehead and jumped in
the car, slamming the door.
"Dang bae, what's up? Why you rushing
when we got all night?" I asked, rubbing my hands
through his goatee.
"Let's get moving, baby. I'm just ready to
clear it." He fastened his seat belt, grabbed the lit
blunt from the ashtray and lounged back comfortably.
I shook my head from his shortness but
continued driving without question. I looked over at
him and smiled; I loved him with everything in me. My
eyes ran the course of his strong neck, watching him
inhale the smoke. His full jaw line and goatee made
him the most sought after dude in Liberty City, FL.
Swag sauce dripped off my man as he stood six feet,
five inches tall with the skin color of a God. His chest
was chiseled from the many pushups he completed
every morning.
When we met, he was involved with
another broad from the neighborhood but I didn't
care. He said all of the right things at a time when I
needed to hear them, and his head game was on lock.
Don Jay had a way with my pussy; he gave me the
first G-spot orgasm of the many more that followed,
and I've been hooked since. He opened me up to new
experiences and new heights. Ever since then, we'd
been rocking like frick and frack.
"Where we going, boss?" I asked.
"Somewhere nice. I want to spoil you
today," Don Jay replied.
All I could do was smile from ear to ear; my
man was the epitome of a good, providing man. He'd
been so attentive to me since we met, spoiling me with
every want I could possibly muster up.
"Give me kiss," I said, pouting.
Don Jay looked at me with a smirk then
leaned in and kissed me quickly.
"Watch the road, baby," he added.
I placed my hand behind his neck and
stroked his head while I continued driving I-95 North,
headed to Bayside. I wanted dinner on the water, and
Buskiney's Boat was the only place worth it.
"Seafood on the glass bottom boat, baby?"
I inquired.
Don Jay nodded his head in agreement,
counting the money he had to spend. I glimpsed at his
knot and noticed a few bills stuffed in. That let me
know that my whole ticket was taken care of. I
jumped in the HOV lane to bypass all of the slow
vehicles. My stomach was empty as hell and these
cars were getting in my way. Don Jay passed me the
blunt and I inhaled slowly.
"Drive the limit, baby. We don't need to
attract any attention," Don Jay instructed.
I eased up on the gas pedal to make my
man feel comfortable. A few miles later, I looked in the
rearview mirror and noticed a Miami police officer
following close behind. I didn't want to alarm Don so I
kept quiet and drove like someone's grandmother. I
indicated a lane change then jumped over in the inside
lane. Nervously, I watched the officer do the same
thing.
"Put the blunt out, honey. The cracker
riding us," I finally informed Don.
"Damn girl, I told you to slow your ass
down before you bring the wrong fuckin, attention."
He straightened up in his seat, making sure his
seatbelt wasn't too tight.
"I'm sorry. He just came out of nowhere for
no damn reason!"
"Just drive like you’re not in fear. If these
crackers throw their lights, I'm out. You already know
what it is. I’ll be there to get you first quarter but I got
too much on me to stay in this car. I wanted to give
this to you on the boat but no time," he said, handing
me a diamond tennis bracelet.
It was beautiful but I knew we had later so
I didn't want to spoil the moment. "Thanks baby but
stop thinking negative. That'll cause problems
because this is nothing more than a routine traffic
stop; my license and papers are in order so we super
straight."
"Fuck that! If they pull us over, I'm ghost!"
Before I could respond, I saw flashing
lights behind us followed by police sirens.
"Shit!" spat Don Jay.
I drove at a moderate speed, acting as if I
didn't know that I was being stopped. Don Jay
grabbed the weed, his gun, and his sack. His hand was
on the door handle already.
"Baby, they're still behind us. I got to pull
over before they call it in like a car chase," I said
apologetically.
“Fuck!" he yelled. "Pull as close to the exit
as possible.”
"Pull over now," the first officer shouted
through his radio PA system.
I pulled over near exit 69 on I-95. As soon
as Don Jay saw the car stop and the police cruiser
doors opened, he jumped out of our car and caught
out.
"Stop! Freeze! Put your hands up," the
officer shouted while running behind Don Jay.
"Fuck you, cracker!" he yelled over his
shoulder as he ran under the I-95 underpass into a
wooded area.
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