Free Miss Wayne and the Queens of DC (The Cartel Publications Presents) by T. Styles Page A

tickin’,” he joked.
Marbel smiled at the principal who was flushed. “Great. So what were you sayin’, about my son Mrs. Brook?”
“Uh…I…uh.” She was speechless.
“Oh you’re at a loss for words. So let me remind you. You were harrasin’ my chile and tryin’ to make me believe that somethin’ is wrong with him because he’s different.”
“No I wasn’t. I was just suggesting…”
“Listen and listen good, Mrs. Brook. I been savin’ all my life for my son’s future. All my life! That boy has a good heart and I’m sick of people not seein’ him for who he really is. Now I had planned to use the money for his college fund but if you bother my son again, I won’t hesitate to spend every damn dime on suin’ you and this fuckin’ school. ‘Cause as far as I’m concerned, his future starts right here and right now! So what you wanna do?”
Silence.
“I’m afraid there’s been a mistake.” The principal said into the phone’s speaker. “Wayne isn’t any trouble at all. And I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”
“That’s what the fuck I thought.” Said Marbel smiling from ear to ear.

House of Dolls
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    It was four in the morning at Paul’s five-bedroom home in Landover Maryland. He sat behind his meticulous detailed mahogany framed desk pissed the fuck off. The golden accented desk lamp lit the dark room as he rocks back and forth in his brown leather chair.
    “What the hell you doin’, girl?” Kevin asks walking into the office door behind him. His voice heavier than the softer tone he used during regular hours. “Why you up so early?”
    When he sees five lines of coke sitting on a mirror next to a pile of unorganized papers, his mouth waters.
“The question is, what you doin’ up?!” Paul says looking up at him. Then he takes a small nose pipe and inhales a line of coke. “I thought you were the Drag Queen Slayer or somethin’.” His large feet sit on top of the pink furry slippers under his desk as he tugs at the sides of his black nightgown, which is much too small for his muscular build.
“Man…that Drag Queen Slayer shit is crazy ain’t it? I really hope they catch whoever’s doin’ that shit.”
“Me too,” says Paul. He inhales another line hoping Kevin doesn’t ask for one.
“Can I do one?”
Paul reluctantly pushes the mirror toward him and hands him the pipe. He inhales without so much as a thank you.
“You sure it ain’t you?” Kevin jokes wiping his nose. “Half of the queens dyin’ you got beef with.”
“Don’t even joke like that. I’m just as scared about this shit as you are.”
Kevin giggles and sits down in his office. “Have you been in here all night?”
Paul faces his paperwork and throws his hands on top of the mound in frustration.
“I’m so sick of Tyrone and Dayshawn’s bitch asses! They don’t pay rent and now they fuckin’ up the house. What kind of shit is that?”
“Put ‘em out!” Kevin offers as he adjusts his surgically enhanced breasts under the white mini t-shirt he wears. The extra tight pair of grey gym shorts hugs his small legs. “We hate them anyway!”
“Look, bitch! I don’t need to hear all that. What I need is help gettin’ these fuckas out of my house!”
“I ain’t mean to make you mad. I just hate the House of Dreams.”
“Me too but cash is cash! Plus you already got work done!” He points jealously at his breasts. “I want work done on my body too. All I need is twenty thousand more and I’ll be able to get my surgery. I’m tired of being a woman trapped in a man’s body.”
“And I’m not?” Kevin asks.
“I don’t know if you are or not. I’m talkin’ ‘bout me. You seem to be okay with whatever you had done already! But I’m not fuckin’ wit’ that silicone injection bullshit you be doin’.”
“You got to go to the right people. That’s all.”
“Everybody I know do that shit in their basement! So how can they possibly be the right people? Think about how many