Free Watch Out for the Big Girls by J.M. Benjamin Page A

off and then some. Starr’s curvy body sat perfectly inside of her black cat suit that fit like a glove. She stood in front of the organization she had helped shape into what it was today.
    The Double Gs. Diamond, who was half Philippine and half Ethiopian, sat beside Starr. Her face was emotionless. Her deep chocolate face was nearly covered by the True Religion cap she sported low, with the exception of her petite Asian nose and glossy, full African lips. All the other Double Gs sat awaiting the monthly meeting to start. Although there was someone over her, as far as they were all concerned Starr was their boss.
    One of the things that made Starr the face of the organization was the fact that she was the only one who was ever in direct contact with the infamous, yet anonymous, Queen Fem.
    From what was told to her by Queen Fem, the Double Gs had originally started the organization as a means of revenge, but it grew to become so much more. According to her, she managed to recruit a group of women who were done with men, and set out against any one of them in power, position, or both. Over the early years, it evolved into a secret infiltration group that conned men out of whatever assets the original Double Gs needed for forward progress and expansion. Then Starr came along. With her at the helm, the Double Gs became a franchised criminal dynasty. Her love and passion for motorcycles added a new flavor to their rough persona, and a valuable tool to their already dangerous reputation. On many occasions, the machines had been used to execute strategic instructions given by Starr.
    After a while, learning how to ride became a mandatory requirement if you were chosen to be a Double G. Although she wasn’t the founder, hands down it was no secret who the boss was. Starr’s methods of handling things and the way she ran the crew had put her in harm’s way on many occasions, but everyone knew that it was her knowledge of the original founder that was the leverage that was keeping her alive and two sometimes three steps ahead of the authorities.
    Queen Fem was a mysterious person, whose arms reached further than any of them knew. Everyone wanted to know who she was and how to get to her. She was like an old folktale. A ghost. A myth. No one from the newer generation had ever dealt with her directly or met her personally. Queen Fem had long ago passed on the torch of running the organization to Starr. Outside of conference calls and memos she sent out to the Double Gs and targeted victims, and the fact that she was the one in possession of all of the G-Files, as they called them, none of the Double Gs in attendance would even know that Queen Fem really existed. Everything that went on was stored and sent directly to her. The Double Gs learned their history about Queen Fem through Starr. Everyone had a picture of a sophisticated but ruthless woman. Whoever tried to search for her got dealt with. It was said that you didn’t look for Queen Fem; she found you. That went for both sexes. There was a lot of speculation and it was rumored that Starr and Queen Fem were one and the same, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. They were indeed two totally different individuals.
    â€œWe got a lot to discuss tonight,” Starr opened up with as she looked around at the organization’s members. On the table in front of her sat an electronic device.
    Stone faces filled the room. Felicia, Diamond, and Bubbles, who were her closest allies, sat around the table, while the others lined the walls and occupied the available chairs scattered throughout the room. As Starr continued to take in all the faces in the room, her eyes zeroed in on Glitter and Sparkle, who sat beside each other by the entrance of the meeting room. She had a strong feeling recruiting the twins would prove to be a major move from the organization. She had big plans and tonight she intended to play chess with her crew. She had to make sure