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Watch Out for the Big Girls 2, page 1
Watch Out for the Big Girls 2
J. M. Benjamin
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
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 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
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Prologue
The Birth of Queen Fem and the “G” Files
1989
Twenty-five-year-old Carlita Banks sat in front of her bedroom mirror teary-eyed, stroking her shoulder-length dark, wavy hair after she had applied a little eyeliner and lip gloss to her natural beauty. It was unlike the heavy makeup she once wore. Just a year ago, she stood in front of a rest stop’s filthy bathroom mirror somewhere outside of Los Angeles, California, resembling a sad clown’s face with tear-filled eyes and runny makeup, looking a hot mess. She found herself there after a well-known and powerful figure in the political world had forced himself on her. That was during a charity event she had managed to sneak into in an attempt to work the crowd. She trembled at the thought of it as her mind drifted back in time. After the rape, his threat to have her killed if he ever saw her face again was enough for her to flee the city of L.A. and return to her hometown.
Now, here it was; her tears of sorrow were replaced with tears of joy. She never thought what she had felt was possible. A huge grin appeared across Carlita’s face at the thought. She would have never imagined in a million years that one person could ever make her feel so happy and alive, especially after all she had been through. But the man whose car she reluctantly got into that same day a year ago as she stood on the side of the road with her thumb out proved her wrong.
Carlita turned and checked the time on her wall clock. It read 10:35. Within the year she had known him, she had learned that he was a stickler about time. It was his pet peeve. She knew she had to be dressed and ready to go in the next fifty-five minutes. She sprayed herself with his favorite perfume and then stood and made her way over toward her bed. She laid her eggshell white evening gown out. Neatly, she then placed on the diamond-studded key-shaped medallion dangling from a necklace that had arrived earlier. She smiled as the words on the note illuminated in her mind for the umpteenth time: “This is the key to my heart; you’ve earned it. I want you looking special for when I ask you something special later this evening.” Butterflies filled her stomach and her heart skipped a beat each time she replayed the words in her head.
Forty minutes later, Carlita stood in front of her living room’s wall mirror looking like a million bucks. She ran her hands down the sides of her protruding hips and her midriff as if she were smoothing out some last-minute wrinkles in her dress. The new ten pounds she had added to her once 135-pound frame went in all the right places. She stood breathtaking at five feet six. The six-inch sling-back stilettos she wore boosted her natural fun-size height of five feet. They also enhanced the arch in her back. The tops of her breasts fluffed up perfectly in her dress. It gave her the look of a black stallion. The diamonds in her medallion sparkled in the mirror as it rested just above Carlita’s cleavage.
The phrase “one person’s trash is another’s treasure” came to her mind. At that moment, Carlita felt like a real-life Cinderella because twelve months ago she had nothing. She was living a dangerous lifestyle out of cheap motels, working the casinos and clubs from California to Las Vegas for scores; and she allowed men to use and abuse her for money to survive. Now, she was in love with a powerful man who made her feel safe and gave her everything her heart desired. She couldn’t see herself wanting any other man in her life, or another man touching her ever again.
The sound of his car’s engine outside her door caused Carlita’s heart to skip a beat. It was a sound she had never really gotten used to, being in her line of work. But it made her reflect on the first time the sound of one of his many vehicles had made her react that way. She had made countless poor choices and decisions in her young life. But that day, she was glad she had made the one she had. She’d never forget the day she climbed into the silver Mercedes-Benz 560. She always believed it was a sign from God for her to get out of L.A. as she rode in the luxury car. It couldn’t haven’t been planned any better when the owner of the Mercedes said his final destination was her intended one: Las Vegas, Nevada.
Once again, the words from the note invaded her young mind. She already had a strong guess as to what that special question he wanted to ask her would be. Carlita snatched up her clutch and opened the front door to the townhouse he had put her in two weeks after he’d convinced her to stay with him once they arrived in Vegas. She nearly fainted at the sight of him. He stood next to his black Maserati with the passenger door wide open, waiting for her. She smiled inside at how debonair he looked in his all-black tuxedo, white shirt, and black bowtie. His smooth midnight complexion matched his suit, and his milk white smile matched his shirt. He was the most handsome man Carlita had ever laid eyes on. His deep, dark waves would make anyone seasick and his razor-sharp shape up looked as if it would draw blood from anybody who touched it. She could smell his Gucci cologne from her doorstep. It wasn’t loud but, rather, alluring.
His baritone voice broke Carlita out of her trance. “Your chariot awaits, madam.” He bowed his head and extended his hand in her direction.
Carlita smiled at his gesture. “Thank you, sir.” She returned his bow.
Moments later, Carlita was safely in the car, relaxing to the sound of Marvin Gaye as they headed to their intended destination.
* * *
“Good evening, ma’am,” the valet announced as he helped Carlita out of the sports car.
Carlita noticed that a variety of Rolls-Royces, Porsches, Lamborghinis, and limousines were in front of, alongside, and behind her lover’s Maserati as they exited the vehicle. Between that and the size and style of the home, she knew there were some very important people in attendance. He had taken her out and wined and dined her at some extravagant places in the past and she noticed the love and respect he had received from faces she had only seen on television or read about in the newspaper, but this was different. In the entire year they had known each other, she had never asked him what he did for a living and he had never volunteered, but she knew he had power and was connected both legally and in the underworld.
Carlita held on to his arm as he escorted her to the front entrance. He handed the doorman two invitations and guided her inside the plush mansion. For a second, a sense of nervousness swept through Carlita’s body. The last time she was in that type of setting a man had forced himself on her. She tightened her grip around her lover’s arm.
He looked down at her. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked.
She looked up into his deep brown eyes and felt safe all over again. She had never told him what had happened to her or what she had been through and he had never pressured her to. She also never told him why she had stayed when he had asked. It was those very same eyes that offered her safety now that convinced her to stay back then.
“Nothing.” She smiled. “Felt a little lightheaded for a second, but I’m fine.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “Well, hopefully that makes you feel better.” He matched her smile.
Just then a heavyset, older white gentleman with a model-type beauty who looked to be half his age stopped in front of them. “This must be Mrs. Steele,” the man announced.
Carlita thought the man looked familiar. Her lover smiled proudly. “Yes, it is,” he replied. “And this must be—”
Before he could finish his sentence the heavyset man drowned his words out with laughter. “I know I don’t have to tell you that you have a unique man on your hands, Mrs. Steele. Pleasure meeting you. You two enjoy the rest of your evening. Lewis, I’ll be in touch.” The heavyset man ended abruptly and strolled off without introducing the woman who accompanied him.
Carlita noticed her lover shaking his head. He let out a light chuckle.
“Honey, who was that and what was all that about?” she asked.
“That was Councilman Dickhead and that was about nothing. Let’s just enjoy ourselves,” he suggested.
The campaign commercial she had seen countless times of the councilman immediately appeared in Carlita’s mind. The slogan “I’m here to serve you” rang out in Carlita’s head, as an image of the councilman’s face appeared in her mind.
Lewis Steele snatched up two flutes of champagne from one of the servers passing by and handed one to Carlita. “To us!” He tapped his flute to Carlita’s and made a toast.
“To us!” Carlita repeated as she gazed into his eyes. She raised the glass of champagne to her lips and tossed it back until her flute was empty.
Lewis grinned and tossed his back like a shot of bourbon. He took her flute and put them both on a passing waiter’s tray. He then turned back toward Carlita and dropped his head. He gave her a juicy but quick kiss on the lips, before arching his arm. “Shall we?” He smiled with his eyes.
“We shall.” Carlita matched his smiling eyes.
For the next two hours, Lewis Steele cordially and casually mixed and mingled with the crowd, each time introducing Carlita as Mrs. Steele. After every small talk session, Lewis would give Carlita a brief history on the politician or law official she’d just met. Each story would end with the individual being crooked. At first, Carlita wondered how Lewis could know so much about so many people, but after her third glass of bubbly she couldn’t care less about the who, what, when, where, and why about anything.
The evening had calmed down and people poured out of the luxury home and spilled outside. By now, Carlita was somewhat tipsy from the six glasses of expensive bubbly she had managed to consume throughout the course of the evening. Lewis guided her inside of his car then closed the passenger door. Carlita reclined her seat and closed her eyes. Her dress was now hiked up, and exposed her thick legs.
Lewis stretched his hand and caressed her inner thigh. “Bae, don’t fall asleep. The night isn’t over yet,” Lewis told her.
“Uh-huh,” she moaned. She could barely keep her eyes open. The thousand-dollar-a-bottle champagne had been well spent and served its purpose when it came to Carlita’s share.
Lewis laughed to himself and smiled. He slithered his hand farther up Carlita’s dress as Al Green filled the car with his melodic voice. He could feel the heat between her legs as he parted them with his two fingers. Lewis slid her panties to the side and began fondling Carlita. She spread her legs wider and pushed his hand deeper under her dress. Lewis could feel her wetness. His dick stiffened. Carlita slowly gyrated her sex to match Lewis’s fingers fondling her. Lewis massaged Carlita’s clit vigorously. Carlita could feel her juices oozing down her inner thigh and through Lewis’s fingers. Her body quivered. She removed Lewis’s hand from between her legs and reached over into his lap. Lewis glanced over at her, only to see the devilish grin plastered across her face.
Carlita leaned over and began to unfasten her lover’s belt. Within mere seconds, she had his rock-hard dick out of his briefs and in her mouth. Carlita could feel the horsepower of the car as Lewis accelerated. The sudden speed turned her on. She attacked Lewis’s dick with her mouth. She licked alongside his pulsating veins then took him back into her mouth and deep throated him. Lewis placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her as she bobbed up and down on him while he navigated the Maserati with his other hand.
“Yes, baby,” he cooed. “Right there.” The impact of the hit broke his concentration and cut his words short.
“What the hell?” Lewis boomed. He quickly pulled his hand from the top of Carlita’s head and gripped the steering wheel just in time to gain control of the car and avoid crashing.
Carlita had now risen up and was fully alert. “Lew, what’s going on?” she cried.
Lewis peered into his rearview. His eyes widened as the headlights of the car behind them rapidly approached. Before he could answer Carlita, the back of his Maserati was rammed for a second time. This time the impact was more forceful than the first. The hit caused Lewis to spin out of control. Within seconds, the sports car was skidding down the road.
The last thing Carlita remembered before blacking out was staring into Lewis Steele’s deep brown eyes. She looked for that safety he had provided her for the past year of her life.
* * *
The sound of a gunshot was what caused Carlita to jump out of her unconscious state, but the sound of yelling and laughter was what caused her to open her eyes. Once she regained her vision, the first thing she saw was a young white male hovering over her. His words alarmed her to the imminent danger she was in.
“His bitch is woke,” the young white male chimed.
“Good. Bring her black ass over here,” one of the five men surrounding Lewis Steele commanded.
“Come here.” The young white male roughly grabbed a fistful of Carlita’s hair. She screamed out in agony as he dragged her over to where Lewis lay.
She immediately burst into tears at the sight of her lover. She noticed one of the men standing over Lewis’s body, zipping up his pants. Lewis was covered in his own blood. Both of his eyes were nearly shut and swollen. His mouth leaked of blood and his lips were busted. Blood oozed from the top of his head where an open gash existed. The stench of strong urine caused Carlita to gag. She nearly vomited.
“Why are you doing this?” Carlita yelled. “What do you want from us?”
Her words caused more laughter among the men. “Aw, she really doesn’t know,” one of the men mocked.
“I bet she doesn’t know about this, either,” another one of the men chimed in.
Carlita looked up and over at the man. She noticed the red velvet ring box he held in his hand. More tears spilled out of her eyes. She knew the red velvet box was the reason behind the special question Lewis intended to ask her.
“Give me that!” Carlita reached out and tried to grab the box from the man’s hand. Instead of accomplishing what she set out to do, she was compensated with a backhand across the face. The blow sent her tumbling. She landed on her lover.
“You stupid bitch,” the man spat. He moved in to deliver another blow but was stopped in his tracks.
“That’s enough,” another man calmly stated. “Let’s just see if she knows anything,” he continued.
The other men nodded in agreement. The man then kneeled down in front of Carlita. He began stroking her hair and the side of her face. Carlita cringed from his touch.
“Now listen carefully, sweetheart. You can save yourself and your soon-to-be fiancé if you just do us this little favor and tell us what we need to know. Understand?”
Carlita nodded.
“Good girl.” He smiled. “Now, Lewis here has some very important information that could do a lot of people some harm if it falls into the wrong hands. Before that happens we’d like it back. The problem is Lewis refuses to tell us where we can find this information. And since we know he doesn’t have a lot of friends and doesn’t really trust anyone, we figured you’d be the only person who would know and he would tell in case something like this ever happened.”
Carlita listened attentively. It all made sense to her now, how Lewis knew all he did about important and powerful people. Her mind was racing a hundred miles a minute. She couldn’t believe Lewis refused to give up what he had to save himself and her. She felt betrayed and abandoned. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to die where she lay because she simply could not give the man the answer he was looking for.
