Kaine and Karma

Kaine & Karma

Luvin’ a Savage

Sha Jones

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

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Synopsis

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

Chapter 1

Karma sat up straight in the back seat of the Volvo SUV, and with the back of her hand, wiped semen residue from the corners of her mouth. Just the sight of the slimy looking nut almost made her gag.

I swear I hate this shit, she thought to herself, as she rolled her eyes and slowly ran her fingers through her hair.

You got it? she asked as she stared at the old, fat, black man.

He was breathing so heavy Karma thought he was going to have a heart attack right on the spot. Long lines of drool dangled from his lip and fell onto his fat pot belly, as he sat up in the back seat trying to regroup.

Yeah, I got it, he mumbled.

Karma stared down at his small dick and sighed. She had been sucking on it for five minutes, until he tapped out and unexpectedly came in her mouth.

After ten minutes of huffing and puffing, the old man lifted his ass up a few inches from his seat.

This motherfucker stink, Karma said to herself, as the smell of his booty sweat hit her nostrils, damn near burning the hairs out of her nose.

He pulled out a few crumpled dollar bills, and tossed them in Karma’s lap as if she was a trash bin.

Karma picked up the bills, straightened them out, and looked at the money in disbelief.

What is this? Karma asked with a frown on her face.

What you mean?

What I mean? You just gave me sixty-two dollars and you owe me one-hundred! Karma yelled as she stared at the three wrinkled twenties and two single dollar bills.

Joe gon’ kill me, she thought to herself as she buried her head in the palm of her right hand.

Joe was Karma’s so called pimp, who she was tired of. Every other night, she would hit a few quick licks for him and they would split the cash. When she wasn’t out prostituting, she spent her nights at the strip club, Onyx. If Joe really needed her, he would call her out to hit the streets.

Frustrated and dissatisfied with the exchange, Karma pulled down her tight, hot pink dress, took a deep breath and stared at the man. She was frustrated that he had short changed her and that shit wasn’t cool. What was the point of paying for pussy if you couldn’t afford it? she always wondered.

Look… Before I got in here, I told you that if you wanted some head and sex, it would be one-hundred even.

Well, that’s all I got. We didn’t even have sex, so I’m paying for what I got.

Are you serious? Karma yelled. I’m so sick—

Before Karma could finish her sentence, the old man quickly cut her off and opened the door to the back seat, then wiggled his wide body out of the vehicle. He opened the driver’s door and sat down in the front seat, leaving Karma in the back looking stupid.

Bastard, Karma mumbled before getting out of his car.

As soon as she stepped out into the night air, she pulled her dress further down.

Before she could fully readjust her clothes, he sped off. The wind blew Karma’s hair into her face and the smoke from the back pipe filled into her lungs, causing her to cough.

I’m so sick of this shit, she huffed. She stood waving one hand from side to side, trying to get the smoke out of her face, and used the other to pull strands of hair from her mouth.

She pulled her phone out of her bra and quickly called Joe.

Come get me, I’m ready.

A few minutes later, Karma could see Joe driving up the road in his navy blue Buick. She knew it was him because his shiny rims were lighting up the night, and his music was banging so loud she could feel the beat in her chest.

When he pulled up next to Karma, he flashed his gold grill at her. There was so much jewelry around his neck Karma could barely see him.

What you standing there lookin’ all stupid for? Come on! he yelled.

Karma looked at Joe with a defeated look in her eyes then slowly dragged her feet to the passenger side of the car and got in. She didn’t feel like hearing Joe’s mouth, but she already knew that he was going to throw a bitch fit because her money was short. He didn’t care if it was by a dollar or fifty cents; he was still going to bitch and moan about every penny lost.

Without saying anything to her, he held his hand out and waited for her to give him his money.

Karma scratched the side of her head and reluctantly gave him the sixty-two dollars.

Joe looked at the money with a confused look on his face and tilted his head to the side.

Karma, what the fuck is this?

That’s all he gave me…

Joe flashed his hands in Karma’s face so fast, his gold bracelets banged together like a tambourine.

I don’t want to hear that shit tonight! How the fuck you let a nigga short change you?

I didn’t let him do shit! That fat bastard played me! Karma yelled.

Man, you let that motherfucker short change you! Damn, do I have to collect my money from these tricks personally since you don’t know what the fuck you doin’? Do I have to sit in the car with you while you suck these niggas’ dicks?

Karma shook her head and folded her arm with an attitude like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

For twenty minutes straight, Joe sat in the car lecturing Karma about her pussy and how she should do business. The whole ride, he called her all kind of stupid bitches and dumb hoes. He was yelling so loud her head began hurting. She knew that she didn’t deserve the treatment that she was receiving, but she had bills to pay. Life was hard and a minimum wage job just wasn’t going to cut it. She didn’t see any way out, so she just sat there and took the bullshit that Joe was kicking to her.

Suddenly, there was a moment of silence and finally Joe looked at Karma. He straightened out the three twenties, put them in his pocket and handed Karma the two one dollar bills.

The other portion of your cut is in that nigga’s pocket, so that’s your loss. You know that I’m gon’ take my cut regardless.

What the hell am I supposed to do with this, Joe? Karma yelled, flashing the two dollars in his face.

Hell, I don’t know, but that ain’t my problem.

That’s fucked up, Joe, and you know it! My mama’s rent is due so what do you want me to do?

I don’t give a fuck what you do! You twenty-two years old so you should know how the game go already. See if you can make a few dollars at the club tonight.

Even if she did make money at the strip joint, it was going straight to her mother who was sucking her drier than a leech. Her mother didn’t work, so every time Karma walked through the door, she had her hand out like she was a damn ATM machine. If it wasn’t Joe begging for his money, it was her.

Karma ran her tongue along her gums and sucked her teeth at Joe. She looked at him in disgust because he knew her situation and still didn’t give a damn. She didn’t even know why she was so surprised because Joe didn’t care about anyone but himself. All he cared about was brushing that weak ass fade he had and cleaning his raggedy ass gold grill.

She had been hookin’ for him for two years and the entire time he showed no type of compassion. It was all about him and what he could get out of a situation.

When they pulled up to the club, it was jumping as usual. Friday nights were always the busiest because it was pay day, so the club would be packed with ballers from all over, and damn near every stripper in Houston, coming in from other strip clubs just to make extra money.

Joe parked his car in the reserved space and snatched his keys out of the ignition with an attitude. The entire time, Karma sat there quietly with no thoughts. Living the street life eventually took away her creativity, and her once vivid imagination was now nothing more than blank expressions.

Come on, Joe instructed as he reached under his seat and pulled out his Glock 40.

He stuffed it in his pocket and hopped out of his vehicle.

Karma sighed before she reluctantly got out of the car and strutted her way towards the club.

You need to straighten your fuckin’ face and act like you want to be here! It’s a lot of hoes that’s dying to be in yo’ shoes right now, remember that! Joe yelled.

Karma ignored him and kept walking towards the club. When they made it inside, Joe was greeted by two men at the door who dapped him up.

What up, nigga? a tall dread headed man yelled to him over the music.

Shit, nothing. Tryin’ to keep these hoes in check, Joe replied as he looked Karma up and down.

Karma rolled her eyes and quickly strutted off towards the back of the club where the dressing room was located.

As she made her way past the stage, her best friend, Lexus, was dancing. Dollars flew in the air like confetti, as she did a split on the stage and clapped her thick, round ass cheeks together, making the butterfly wings on them flap together. Her booty was so big it looked like two large boulders smashed together.

When Karma made eye contact with Lexus, they smiled at each other, and then she continued straight to the back.

As soon as she entered the dressing room, she heard yelling and arguing, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. Every other night there was an altercation happening between the strippers, and it was always about some money or a no good ass nigga.

Bitch, you stole from me! yelled one of the strippers who was standing in the center of the room completely naked.

Ain’t nobody got a reason to steal from you. I make my own money! another one yelled.

The two women were so mad, they were already in each other’s faces waiting to square off, but they were quickly pulled apart by another stripper.

Come on, Peach and Mya! Y’all too good for this shit. It’s too many ballers out there tonight for y’all to be fighting and fuckin’ up your makeup. Do that shit after the club close.

Yeah, what-the-fuck-ever, one of the strippers said before storming away with an attitude.

Once the room was clear of drama, Karma walked up to her locker, put in the combination and opened it.

I’m sick of these hoes, Karma mumbled.

Karma was a little different than the other strippers because she didn’t get personal with any of them and none of them knew her business. All they knew was that she was another stripper trying to make a living. She knew how shady the business could be. A female would fight you and try to disfigure you just so that she can get ahead of you. Hoes were already jealous because she was beautiful with red Indian skin and a banging ass body, so she didn’t want to get caught up in anything.

Although she had been prostituting for two years, she had been stripping for five, and she witnessed a lot. She was around for the club shoot outs, the fist fights and the wild parties, and it was her blessing that she had never been the victim in any of it.

The only stripper that she was close to was her best friend, Lexus, that she met in high school. When Lexus’s mother ran off with some nigga and left Lexus alone in their one bedroom on the Southside, she moved in with Karma and her mother, and both ladies began working at McDonald’s together. They then decided that minimum wage wasn’t enough, so together they walked into Onyx and never left.

While Karma was pulling her lingerie out, she heard a loud bang on the locker.

Boo! Karma heard Lexus yell.

When she closed her locker, she saw her friend standing there in only a hot pink thong with her bare breast showing. Her diamond studded nipple piercings shined bright like diamonds. Lexus was beautiful and was often told that she favored Blac Chyna. She had a banging body, better than Karma’s, and was tatted up. Her arms, back and hips were full of roses, which stood out on her light skin complexion.

Karma on the other hand didn’t have any tattoos. Being inked up seemed to be a part of the stripper profile, and she wanted to stand out.

Lexus smiled at Karma and flashed a stack of hundred dollar bills in her face.

We got this month’s rent.

"Good, because I’m short again and I do not want to hear my mama’s fuckin’ mouth. Some fuckin’ old ass, fat, musty nigga shorted me thirty-eight dollars and I had to give Joe his cut.

You know how my mama’s beggin' ass is, so I’m kind of out of there right now."

You know I got you, friend, Lexus smiled. She then leaned forward and hugged Karma.

Thanks.

Karma was so relieved that Lexus came through and was able to pull both of their weight.

No, thank me tomorrow night. I got us a private gig. One of my customers invited me and a few other chicks to attend his homeboy’s birthday party. He says it’s gon’ be a bunch of rich niggas there, so we gotta be on our A game.

Although Karma and Lexus were good friends, they had a different way of looking at things. They both were twenty-two years old, but Karma always felt like she was way older than her best friend because of the way that she carried herself.

The wild and fast lifestyle seemed to be more of an excitement for Lexus, but Karma on the other hand, wanted another way out. She always wanted to explore writing and filming and thought that she would’ve already followed that dream by now. She was tired of stripping and hooking on the side, but as crazy as it was, the lifestyle was addictive due to the fast money.

Karma suddenly pulled away and nodded her head.

Yeah, I’m down.

Good. You know we need to go shopping for some new clothes cause we gon’ have to stunt on these hating ass hoes.

Right, Karma replied dryly.

She then pulled down her dress and looked at it with a salty look on her face. The scent of the old man still lingered on it and she had no desire to wear it again. She even made a mental note that she would throw it away when she got home.

After Karma put on her attire for the night, she adjusted her C-cup sized titties in the bra, and pulled the thong out of her ass. She walked over to the large, full-body mirror and examined herself. Her gold thong and bra set was lit, and complemented her skin tone and body perfectly.

You’re up next, girl, so do your thing, Lexus said, as she slapped Karma on the ass, causing it to jiggle all over the place.

Karma gave a half smile as they walked out of the dressing room and back into the crowd of people.

As soon as she was called up to the stage by the DJ, everyone in the club focused their attention on her and began roaring in excitement. The crowd moved out of the way and made room for Karma to walk through. She was feeling like a nervous wreck on the inside but on the outside, she put up a front like she was the baddest bitch in the club.

Karma could get on the pole and own the entire stage, but deep down inside, she was dying because it wasn’t where she wanted to be.

Chapter 2

After the club closed, Karma counted her money and paid her tip out. She was left with seven hundred dollars, which wasn’t much, because she still had to eat and pay for cabs to and from the club. She didn’t have a car but found herself paying her mother’s car note although she never once rode in it. Plus, she still needed to go shopping for the birthday gig and get a refill on her nails.

Our cab outside, Lexus said.

Karma slipped into her Yeezy sneakers and pulled her hoodie over her head. She then threw her Louis Vuitton backpack over her shoulder and she and Lexus walked outside.

The dark night was starting to turn blue, and in just a few hours, the sun would be rising. The thought of it alone made Karma tired, and all she wanted to do was hug her pillows and take her ass to sleep.

When they spotted their taxi, Lexus flagged it down and they quickly rushed over to it and got in.

Karma was quiet the whole ride, as she rested her head on the window. She was too sleepy to talk and all she wanted to do was get home.

You okay, boo? Lexus asked as she placed her hand on Karma’s lap and gave it a gentle squeeze.

I’m fine, just tired.

Yeah, me too, Lexus yawned.

When the driver pulled up to Karma’s apartment complex, she gave the driver twenty-seven dollars and got out.

Seconds later Lexus got out and they walked through the apartment complex where a group of guys standing in the middle of the walkway were smoking weed and talking.

Karma didn’t understand how they could be standing outside in the early morning hours like it was broad daylight, but that’s how it was living in the hood. Niggas spent most of their lives standing outside like they were getting paid for it because they had nothing better to do.

Excuse us, Lexus said with an attitude.

A chocolate dude with short, dirty looking dreads looked Karma up and down and smiled. His pants were