"Take One For The Team"

Mikah and Blaze decided to go cruising down the strip down in the red light district. The girls on their corners were looking good as usual. Looking at the corner, he saw his favorite prostitute. Mikah whistled at Big Mama. She was working it upon a fire hydrant. Twerking that huge black ass of hers. Mikah felt sorry for the fire hydrant. He laughed as they drove by. "She is a big bitch aint she? I wouldn't want to be under that. How could a man pay for that shit?" Mikah shook his head "Aint enough drugs in the cartel warehouse, that would make me ever pay for that."

Mikah was laughing so hard he was almost crying. "Blaze, do women find Fat guys attractive? Because I don't know how any man with a dick that could get hard would fuck Big Mama. I wouldn't fuck that with another man's dick. But She makes her share of the Benjamin's out on the strip, I will give her that." Mikah looked at Blaze he was high as fuck and laughing while he was driving the Porsche up Mission Viejo Blvd.

Mikah was in tears, he was laughing so hard. He shifted the Porsche in second then he cruised away from the corner. Upon the next corner, were the Emo looking prostitutes. Mikah looked at Blaze with big eyes then made a filthy motion with his tongue. He started to laugh once more. "Look at em babe. Cutters and freaks, look at this shit working the corner tonight." Mikah saw Tracy then pulled over the car. She was a big time Coke head. He had dealt to her many times, she was a great person. Tracy told Mikah that she wanted them to meet her and some friends up at Pablo's Club.

Mikah looked at Blaze. "Where the fuck is Pablo's Club? Never been there before. Are you feeling adventurous tonight Doll Face? Damn, I hope we aren't dressed too nice." He died laughing as he looked at Blaze in her Prada bag and dress. Mikah was sporting his Versace suit and Blaze was dressed to kill, as usual. "You look so fucking hot, Doll Face. Damn, I am a lucky man." They continued to drive up the strip. They turned off onto Ocean Beach Drive then followed the road down to the dive joint. "Look at this fucking place Blaze. I'm going to shed the Jacket and Tie don't you think? Leave your purse in the car. Hell that hand bag cost more than these people get in food stamps a month."

Mikah took his suit jacket and tie off. He was packing a Nine Millimeter The gun, for sure was needed to be down here. What in the hell was Tracy thinking? This was nothing more than a junkie whore dive. Mikah got out of the driver's side and came around and opened the door for Blaze. He gave her his hand then helped her out of the Porsche. "Lets just make the deal and get out of the club fast babe."

Mikah and Blaze walked up to the front of the club Rap music was resonating through the building front. Mikah peeked in the window to check it out first. The joint was a dark smoke filled club. It was full of mainly hookers, Johns, a few Colombians and illegal migrant workers. They had money to make and Mikah never went back on his word. Mikah looked at his wife. "Well Doll Face, stay right by my side. I don't know what the fuck we are getting ourselves into here. Time is money, We have plenty of time tonight. Tracy has always been a good client. I don't think she would fuck us around. Do You babe? That bitch better have money tonight. Or, I will be fucking hot as a hooker on a millionaire."

Mikah looked at his wife. "Babe, I promise. Let's do the deal then get the fuck out. An in and out job, like a bank job, we will get the funds then get the fuck out as soon as possible. I promise." Mikah grabbed Blaze's hand. They walked through the smoke infested dive joint. The music was so loud you couldn't hear the person next to you. Mikah and Blaze walked around the bar looking for Tracy. There were lots of low rent motherfuckers up in this place. Mikah couldn't believe that the two of them were actually inside of this hell hole. Mikah held Blaze's hand tighter as he saw someone shooting up in the corner.

There was no mystery in this fucking place. Everything was out in the open for all to see. A couple was fucking in one of the booths. "Jesus, What the fuck? This is insane. Why would Tracy even associate with this junkie trash for?" He thought to himself as they walked to the bar to order a drink. Mikah ordered a Crown and Coke for himself and a Cosmopolitan for Blaze. The bartender had no idea how to fucking make her drink. Mikah had to scream how to make it over the bar. He looked at his wife, then handed her the shitty drink that the bearded freak show bartender had made for her. "I would sip that lightly babe. Make sure to use a straw too. God knows what the hell is on that glass."

Mikah looked at his wife's drink then noticed the glass was dirty. His was as well. "Fuck this shit. Bartender, give me two bottles of Bud Light." Mikah handed Blaze her beer. At least he knew they were clean. Mikah looked out upon the dance floor. He saw Tracy and some big assed bitch twerking on a pole. Mikah got eye contact with Tracy then waved her over. Mikah was not in the mood for this place or her shit. Mikah looked at his watch then back at Tracy. She didn't exit the dance floor. She and the fat whore had two low rent Colombians from the other crew tipping them dollar bills

Mikah was pissed that he had to fucking wait on Tracy. She was the one who wanted to buy some H and Mikah had the goods. He just needed her to hurry the fuck up and get over to where he and Blaze were standing. Mikah tapped his watch as he looked dead into Tracy's eyes. He held his hands out. "Come the fuck on bitch, I don't have the patience for this shit tonight." Mikah watched as Tracy finally started to step off of the dance floor.

Mikah was looking at Tracy as she danced up on him. "Skank, back the fuck off. I got your shit. Now that we finally have you over here, let's get this deal done and over with. I hope you have the fucking money tonight. I won't do anymore favors for you, not after the time you dissed me for a week over a measly two hundred dollar debt." Mikah looked at her. She was fucking gone. Her eyes looked so glazed. Tracy was high out of her fucking skull. Mikah didn't know if she could even comprehend what he was telling her.

Mikah looked around and continued to speak to Tracy. "Tracy, five hundred. I need five hundred for the shit what you want. Do you got it? Let's go outside and take care of this shit, so my classy wife and I can get the fuck out of this shit hole you brought us to." Tracy reached inside of her blouse and pulled a wad of bills out of her bra. She informed Mikah the deal was going down. Mikah took Blaze's hand. They all started to walk towards the door.

Mikah felt a hot stabbing pain in his shoulder Mikah dropped to the ground laid out flat. He had been shot. "What the fuck, Blaze, get me the fuck out of here. We should have never come here. I fucking knew better. Who the fuck shot me, did you see Blaze? I will skull fuck whoever it is with my piece. Fire off a clip into someones fucking brains" He grabbed onto his bleeding shoulder, finally they made it out of the club.

He handed the keys of the Porsche to Blaze. "Here Baby, you drive, I can't right now." He popped about six Percocet then a couple Xanax. "This hurts like fucking hell, Babe. Hurry baby, I want this bullet out of my shoulder right the fuck now. Take me to the damned hospital, I suppose. I'd cut it out myself, If I could. I fucking hate doctors. They are all nothing but a bunch of pompous assholes."