The Greatest Lie Part 6

When I emerged, Bo had revived and dressed. He said "Baby, I gotta ask you to do something for me. I need you to go see a one of my bros."

This sounded ominous. "To see him and what else."

"Whatever the bro says. You’re so sweet, I got to share."

"I don’t want to be pimped by you, Bo. I thought I was your baby, not your whore."

"It’s not like that. He won’t be paying you. I had a misunderstanding with my bro Carlos, and I want to send him something special to make it right."

"And so you’re sending him, me? That doesn’t exactly make me feel very special. It makes me feel like a piece of merchandise."

"Come on, baby. It’s important for me. And after all I done for you, you should be happy to help out."

I didn’t really have much of a choice. He was laying on the guilt, and with Bo’s henchman Croc standing behind me, there wasn’t any real exit available. "Just to prove I’m not pimping, here’s five hundred of mine. Now go and treat Carlos right. That’s why I didn’t fuck your ass now, keeping it nice and fresh and tight for him. So go give it to Carlos, baby."

I was bewildered and upset, but I let Croc steer me away into the night. We stopped by my place and I stashed the money and drugs, and primped myself, taking care to clean and lube my tush.

As we approached Carlos place, the night was pierced with jungle whistles and cries of warning from lookouts hidden in the blasted, empty blocks. Music thumped and strange lights flickered from the darkened windows of the crackhouse. We tapped on an armored shutter, and as it rattled up, a hot, acrid blast of polluted air vented. Crock said he had the package from Bo. A door opened and a shadowy figure beckoned silently. We entered.

The interior was even darker than the night outside, lit only by the flickering of lighters under crack pipes.