Free The Grind Don't Stop by L. E. Newell Page B

really consider giving up that pimping shit.” She burst out laughing. “Hell, he probably got to pop a lot of that Viagra shit just to get his old nasty-ass dick up.”
    Yolanda rolled her eyes and coughed. “Hey, girlfriend, believe this. His black muthafucking ass don’t need no Viagra, Cialis or any of that stuff; old wrinkled-up hands and all.”
    â€œFor real, girl?”
    â€œFor real.” Yolanda whistled and stared out the window for a while before she ran her finger under her nose. “Okay, ho, why you ducking Sparkle? I know you know he been out the joint for a couple of weeks now.”
    Beverly stopped at the red light and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Shit, Yo, that nigga knows how to contact me and he ain’t.”
    â€œAnd... so what’s that got to do with you reaching out to him? You know how these niggas are with their pride and everything.”
    By then they had pulled in front of the club. Beverly sighed heavily and knuckled the corner of her eye. “To tell you the truth, Yo, I’m scared to death.”
    â€œAin’t had no dick in a while, huh?”
    Beverly laughed. “Girl, you crazy.”
    â€œWell, have you or not? Bitch, you know that nigga got yo number. Hell, go get that nut off, girl. You know you want to.”
    â€œYou right; now get yo thieving ass out of my car.”
    Yolanda punched her playfully on the shoulder and stepped out. When she pushed through the door, Beverly got a glimpse of Sparkle standing in the hallway with Rainbow. She saw Yolanda turning back to her. She sped off. She wasn’t ready to face him yet.
    She motored down DeKalb Avenue to her office. She parked in the underground space designated for her, folded her arms across the steering wheel and laid her head between them. She waited for her heart to stop thumping. Wow! Seeing him for that short span had turned her into jelly.
    â€œHey there, boss, why you all slumped over like that? Somebody die on you or something?” her secretary, Sarah, shouted through the window.
    Beverly jerked erect, ran her hand down her face and her opened mouth before she blinked a couple of times. “Oh, hey, girl, just tired; that’s all.” She reared back on the seat. “What the fuck, Sarah, you take all that stuff home with you or something?” She frowned at the bundle of folders pressed against her chest.
    Sarah’s eyes bucked and she shook her head from side to side á la “Ugly Betty.” “Got to keep you informed, sister girl. Got to keep you informed.”
    Beverly scratched behind her ear and smiled before she gathered her briefcase and kneed the door open. “Come on, girl, let’s go get informed then. The whole city awaits.” Side by side they headed for the elevator.
    From the lower end of the parking lot, “RJ” grimaced as he watched the women gleefully prancing along. Damn bitches holding me back from my rightful position in this damn city. Both of them bitches have to be doing something wrong. I can feel it in my bones. Just got to dig a little deeper to get something, anything on her. But fuck that for now. I need to get on that black bastard Al’s ass to get that furniture so I can start opening these condos. Sumbitch always got an excuse. Got to put more pressure on his black ass. Maybe I should shake down his gambling hole. That’ll stir into action for sure. Let him know I ain’t playing games with him, he thoughtangrily before he mumbled, “Damn, I can’t do that. Oh yeah, I got it, I’ll just shake that bitch of his up. She owes me, too.”
    The sight of that worrisome bitch Woo getting out of her car cracked his attention. She was steadily becoming a thorn in his side. A roadblock, a worthy adversary, he had to admit. She needed closer scrutiny. He would watch her. He wasn’t about to let any of these bitches stand in his way. Steppingstones are what they