Free Criminal Minded by Tracy Brown

speechless at her daughter. “Laila, you look gorgeous.” Her accent was adorable.
    Mr. Matheson seemed as amazed as I was by Lucky’s flawless looks. He sounded choked up when he said, “Lamin, make sure she’s home by 2:00 A.M.”
    “Daddy!” Lucky was defiant. She raised one eyebrow as if to remind him of some previous agreement. Mr. Matheson backed down. “Four o’clock, Laila, and I ain’t playing!”
    I knew I would persuade her to stay out until 5:00 A.M. once I got her to myself. I was the happiest I had ever been in my life when I walked her to the limo and the driver closed the door. We were alone at last.
    Lucky’s prom was at the exclusive Staten Island Country Club. Her school’s bourgeois upper-crust student body consisted mostly of blue-blooded white folks. I was about to subject myself to a night of Van Halen and Aerosmith. I knew Lucky was special for me to put up with that shit.
    In the back of the limo on the way to the prom, I proposed a toast. By then I had unbuttoned the jacket of my tux and gotten somewhat comfortable in the monkey suit.
    “Cheers to the fly lady on my arm this evening.” I felt like I was starring in a black Casablanca. It dawned on me right away that I loved the lifestyle of limos and Cristal champagne. This was what I would aspire to have from that night forward.

    Lucky clinked glasses with me and sipped her champagne. I hoped she would continue to sip that champagne since I had serious plans for how I wanted the evening to end. I pulled out the video camera she gave me and started filming her beautiful smiling face. She told me the dress was by Chanel. I had given her two G’s to shop with, and it seemed that she spent the whole amount on the dress. She explained that she used her own money to pay for the matching Chanel sandals and “clutch.” (That’s what she called the pocketbook she carried. All this feminine clothing terminology was new to me.) But one thing was certain—Lucky was workin’ the hell out of all of it. I focused the camera on her shiny golden legs and her pretty toes, which were painted to perfection.
    She looked and smelled so good. I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. I put the camera down beside me and moved closer to Lucky. Her lips were so soft, and before I knew it I was hard as a rock. Lucky must have sensed my excitement, and she started stroking my dick through my pants while she unzipped them. I couldn’t believe it. She had never been this bold. My eyes flew open and our gaze met. The breeze from the open sunroof was blowing her hair around, and she bit her lower lip. She looked so sexy like that. She straddled me, and started grinding her pussy into my lap. My man was at full attention at that point. She was grinding and playfully biting my lip. I was ready to tear her little ass up! Where had this side of Lucky been hiding?
    “Damn, ma!” I liked this new Lucky. “You can work it like that?”
    Lucky shoved her tongue in my mouth, and placed both of my hands on her breasts. Finally she came up for air and said, “I can do whatever you want me to, Lamin. If you teach me.”
    That shit sounded so sexy! I swear school was about to be in session. But the limo came to a stop, and the driver said, “Here we are, kids.”
    Lucky froze and looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. She giggled and so did I as we looked out the window at all the yuppies dressed up, staring at the limo that just pulled up. Thank God for tinted windows.

    “One minute,” Lucky called to the driver through the partition.
    “No problem,” he yelled back. “Just let me know when you’re ready.” I knew that nigga was smiling. He had to know what we were up to back there. Lucky pulled out a mirror from her bag and started fixing her hair. I buttoned my suit jacket and prayed for my woody to disappear. Lucky leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.
    “I heard what you said to my father,” she said. “I don’t care what kind of guy