Tricia Williams - Our fucking future

“Oh my god I miss you during class,” Kori moans grinding against me. “I think I’m going to exercise some of my authority and set up a sex break during fourth period,” I joke and I hear her giggle. “You’d have a riot on your hands and not the good kind when the parents found out,” Kori says grinding against me hard.

“Well I’m thinking beyond presidency, it’s good but I think I can go bigger,” I tell her grunting as I feel Kori clamp down. “Ohhh bigger is good, hard and strong and fucking hot,” Kori gasps putting on a full body press and kissing me deep.

We’re lying almost flat against each other with me inside Kori and writhing in pleasure. I can feel Kori getting close and I know she can feel me as she stops moving her hips and I feel her contracting on me and it only lasts a moment before I make my member jump inside her. Kori breaks our kiss moaning and I feel her get warmer inside. I can’t take it anymore and press myself as deep and hard into her as I can and release myself into her warm folds. We both groan through our orgasms before collapsing into a sweaty pile of happy limbs. We are content and smiling as we idly chat about meaningless shit at school. I figure we had about thirty minutes of soft cuddle time when there is a knock at my door and I have to tell my visitor to hold so we can get clothing on. I only have time to get my pants and boots on before the knocking continues and I answer it to find Johnny in all his black punk rock glory.

“I got a problem and I am a little limited in the imagination department on what to do,” Johnny tells me and I nod before closing the door. Kori dresses but stops me from putting on my shirt and just hands me my leather jacket and I exit with it on and open but my hood up. Kori is right there with me as we follow Johnny to the courtyard/central area of the compound and I have a mood for sinister actions when I see two guys being ‘allowed’ to sit on the ground in front of everyone on their knees while a few of Johnny’s heavies keep them under wraps. They look at me with confusion; they don’t know me and maybe a year or two older.

“And what do we have here,” I ask Johnny while looking at the two. “Thieves, they tried to make off with Union goods. I called the Old Man and he said he had nobody in the area and to let you take care of it,” Johnny tells me.

I move in front of the two and sit down cross legged in front of them and size them up, one Latino male and the other a white guy. Both look a little scraggly in the hair department and while the white guy needs a shave the Latino is groomed. Both have some dirty clothes and are layered for the cold but something is off. I look between the two and smile in my hood.

“Why steal,” I ask plainly. “To get high,” the Latino answers. “Lie, you why steal,” I ask again turning my hood towards the white guy. “To score,” He mumbles nervously.

“Again the lies. Brother Johnny, lockdown. I want people walking the fence, I want people roaming the grounds and I want them searched,” I start with the orders and people start moving. “I searched them for goods already,” Johnny tells me. “I want phones, wallets, identification and if they are police I want wires,” I tell him still not separating myself from the two intruders.

I sit and listen as it takes a bit but sure enough I am looking at my whole crew minus Jun, Lilly and Katy as they come flying into the grounds. It’s also a tragedy for me that I don’t see Ben anywhere. Johnny gives me the all clear after they are searched and we find they only have wallets and a burner cell phone with a single number on it. I hand it to Kori who tucks it away for later and stand up. Johnny pulls all available people and I turn start to address the crowd.

“Do you starve here? Are you cold and afraid? Are you unloved here in this place,” I ask getting no from Johnny’s workers,” My brother Johnny has built this business and small empire on loyalty and trust. He follows my example and leads you with a fair and honest hand but now someone has come to take food from your mouths and leave you cold.”

Johnny’s people are angry and expressing it in all the standard ways as I am circling the two. I am know how I feel about people stealing from my friends and family, it’s not my money on the line mind you but I helped set this up for Johnny and he makes outcasts feel safe and gives them a home and purpose. It’s like Loretta’s halfway houses for girls only with marijuana and more freedom.

“Why steal,” I ask again and the Latino clams up with an odd confidence. “We were told we could get in through a couple spots and that there was nobody around to stop us so we grabbed a couple packages,” the white guy says as his friend nudges him to shut up. “Who told you,” I ask the scared one.

“We don’t know, we were given the phone by some school kid and it rang a few minutes later that’s all I know,” the white guy tells me and sadly I believe him. “Johnny take this one aside, have him fed and help him relax,” I tell my friendly neighborhood business owner as he helps the guy up. I don’t watch them leave as I’m focused on the Latino gentleman, he’s mad his partner talked but he’s confident in what he thinks will happen next.

“You know more don’t you,” I ask him and he smirks. “Fuck you man, I ain’t telling you shit,” he replies spitting on the ground. “Well that’s good because I didn’t ask you shit,” I tell him smiling,” You want to play?”

“You won’t do anything to me, I don’t threaten you,” He tells me with a bit of knowledge as to how I react, that is different. “You threaten my people with starvation and the cold of winter,” I tell him holding out my arms as the crowd starts to jeer again,” Tell me what else you know and I will let you leave, never to return.”

I hear more jeering from the crowd but raise my hand for silence and they grant it begrudgingly. I watch as his friend is brought back and I gesture to the Latino with ‘give me a moment’ before stepping aside with Johnny.

“Do you have any syrup? Oh and I need some duct tape,” I tell him and Johnny just looks at me confused. “What the fuck are you thinking,” He asks.

I turn back to my captive audience and the Latino who is looking at his ‘friend’ like something is wrong with him as he dines on a sandwich. I almost chuckle at Johnny’s hospitality before readdressing the issue at hand, information. “I don’t want to have to make you tell me everything, I would like you to tell me so that you can be rewarded with some food and possibly a job finding all the holes in the security here,” I offer him but he spits on my boot and that just changes my mood.

“Stef, just tell him about the voice on the phone,” the scared one says but I’m not interested anymore. I give specific instructions to some of Johnny’s people and then get a couple of things brought to me by runners and Kori seeing what I have in hands starts to laugh manically. That makes the Latino worried and I can just smile as I watch a few of Johnny’s people load him up in a car and I turn to the most difficult part of my night.

“Honey call Imelda and have her pick you up,” I tell Kori who gives me an upset look.

“I want to come, baby this is hot,” Kori says but I’m standing my ground. “This isn’t some grand display for the school or someone crossing us and you supporting me. It’s just business and I want you home and comfortable,” I tell her being very honest.

She makes the call and I give her a kiss before hopping in the car with Johnny and we head away from the compound grounds. We’re only on the road for half an hour but finding a wooded area and dirt road is easy if you drive long enough. It’s only Johnny, our new friend and two of Johnny’s trusted hands, one guy and one girl, as we wander through the woods. I’m singing out loud and being my happily creepy self as we keep going and only stop when my song ends. I take out my first items, two rolls of duct tape and hand them to the Johnny’s people.