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**I suggest you read previous chapter if you are not familiar with the storyline.
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Chap. 1
"Get money!"
DMX-Belly (1999)
"Where the fuck is this clown?" Hakim asked himself impatiently for the tenth time in fifteen minutes as he waited on a crowded street corner with a bookbag strapped to his back. He looked like a student waiting for a bus. But in reality, he was waiting for a drugdealer named Lennox. In the bookbag, was a kilo of cocaine.
Hakim had been working for Tony for about a month counting cash and making deliveries to drugdealers all across the city. The work was harrowing and dangerous but the money was stacking like pancakes! Hakim had recently moved out of his mother's basement into a very nice, partially furnished apartment on the north side of the city. Tony had also let him have the use of one of his many "hoopties" so that Hakim could handle his job and enjoy his newfound freedom. He had been let go from his job at the country club because of a fire in the kitchen. He was relieved but his p. o. didn't share in his joy.
As Hakim looked up the street, the car he had been waiting on pulled around the corner. The tan-colored, Toyota 4Runner came to a stop right in front of him. Hakim jumped in and the truck pulled away from the curb.
The driver, Lennox, was a steady and loyal customer of Tony's. He was Jamaican and stood 6'3", 215lbs. , muscular, with braids in his hair. DMX's, "Bring It Right Here", was playing heavily on the truck's cd player.
"What's crackin', mon?" Lennox asked.
"These chips, Nox... gettin this money, yo," Hakim answered.
"I hears you, mon" Lennox said as he reached around and in back of Hakim's seat and pulled out a gym bag and handed it to Hakim.
Hakim took the bag and unzipped it. Inside was a Nike shoebox. He reached inside and pulled the box out. He then pulled the rubber band off of the box and peeked inside. Inside, neatly stacked were rows of hundreds, fifties, and twenty dollar bills.
"Looks straight," Hakim said as he reached into his bag and pulled out the kilo of coke and replaced it with the shoebox. He then placed the kilo into the gym bag and placed it on the floor behind Lennox.
"Right here is cool," Hakim said as the truck slowed to a deserted street corner. He dapped Lennox up and then exited the truck quickly.
Hakim immediately began walking due east. He walked for approximately 3 blocks. He spotted his black, 1990 Toyota Camry and got in it. After starting the car and pulling away from the curb, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed Dominique's apartment.
"Hello?" Dominique's sexy voice answered.
"What's up girl? I picked up that hoagie you wanted. You want me to bring it over?" Hakim said as he spoke in code. Tony had warned him never to talk directly about their business over the phone. Dominique was well versed in talking in code.
"Yeah. I'm hungry as hell. Thanks, baby," Dominique answered sweetly.
Chap. 2
"You are beautiful; but learn to work, for you cannot eat your beauty."
- Congo
Hakim arrived at Dominique's apartment thirty minutes later. She answered the door wearing loose fitting slacks and a camisole. Her hourglass figure was tremendous! Hakim could make out the indentations of her always-erect nipples through her camisole and bra. Her nipples always seemed to be visible no matter what she wore!
The more time the two of them spent together handling Tony's business, the more attracted they were both becoming towards each other. Dominique had begun to wonder whether Hakim was attracted to her or not. He hadn't made the slightest move on her and they had been working together for approximately two months. For some reason, that fact intrigued and excited her. Usually, men could not resist her feminine assets. Dominique always made sure to wear something clingy when she knew her and Hakim would be working together. She liked to tease. Had been doing it all her life. She had caught him gazing at her on numerous occasions as he took in her shapely form. She was used to it. What she wasn't used to was having to figure out how to approach a man who acted as if he could care less about getting with her.
"Maybe he just likes to look," she had thought on more than one occasion. Hakim went into the livingroom and pulled his bookbag off of his shoulders. Sitting on the couch, he unzipped the bag and pulled out the shoebox. Dominique went into her bedroom and retrieved the money counter from its hidden location under the floorboard near her dresser. They would first count the money by hand and then run it through the money machine to check their accuracy. The machine only processed denominations of five's, tens, twenties, etc... and so on. One-dollar bills had to be counted by hand.
Hakim and Dominique sat on her livingroom floor and counted endless stacks of cash from the day's activities. This was becoming their normal routine. He delivered coke and picked up cash. At the end of the day, the money was counted, recounted, stacked, and stashed. Tony would pop in unannounced throughout the week. He refused to use the phone to discuss business and discouraged everyone he worked for to watch what was said across the phone line.
As they worked, Hakim could not help peeking quick glances at Dominique's titties. The camisole she was wearing barely held her tits from bursting. His eyes were hypnotically drawn to the deep crevice between her large melons again and again. The thick points of her nipples showing wasn't helping matters any. His dick started to uncurl within his jeans.
