Piggity - Piggity WHACK!!!!

I removed my Cavalli pump. I put on the Ruby Red Manolo Blahnik. I sat back on the toilet and put my head back. Colors and shadows were all around me. These were some bad shoes. Goose bumps were up and down my arms. This was the feeling I was in constant pursuit of. I saw images of myself in fabulous shoes almost as if my shoe life was flashing before my eyes. I looked around Monet's bathroom. There was gold and crystal everywhere. Marble floors and counter tops. Yeah man this bitch had made it. The little girl from Quail Run Texas had made it. Couldn't be mad. I got up and cleaned myself up. I sniffled and looked at myself in the mirror. I was attractive true enough but it was something else that was happening to me that I did not like. I walked out of the restroom. Shannon Monet was waiting for me. "Did you two talk?" "Yeah, I let her in." Monet pulled a pill out of a ruby and diamond covered pill box. She popped it in her mouth. Downed a glass of water. "Piggy, you got a minute?" It was a question but I knew she meant it as a statement. "Sure Shannon." "Look I know that you think I'm hard on you. I am. But its only because I know your potential. Now I'd like to think that I've had some influence on the woman you are today. I just want you to thrive. One day you'll be where I am or better." I nodded. "Is AB in?" I chuckled when she bought up Alicia Brown. Like Mychelle, I'd known her for years. She had her own successful catering business Just Soul Food. The bitch could burn but I had also seen her hit a nigga in the back with a .357 magnum from the back of a moving train. "I called her. She ready." "Good then. Have Hayley see you out. We need to cease communication for at least 48 hours. I'll call  you." "You got it." I got in my car and drove off. I thought about _____. I pulled out my cell phone. He answered on the first ring. "Hey how you feeling?" "Carol! How you doing?" "Huh? Why you sound like that? What's up?" "Im good, ma. Jody is fine too." I knew what this was. For some reason he couldn't talk. "You at home?" "He said no but I tell you what you don't need to go HOME until you get that pipe fixed Carol." "Is somebody at my house waiting on me?" "Yeah Carol. Just telling you what I know." I hung up. WTH. Who was at my house? I had to get somewhere and clear my head. I sent two text messages. One to Albro. It read WE NEED TO TALK. The second to Alicia Brown. I'M ON MY WAY. I headed 288 to Sunnyside Texas. Whether Sunny or Gray.....

Piggy Defines Friend

I was at Shannon Monet's twenty minutes after she called me. I was excited at the thought of the red shoe being mine. I pulled into the circular driveway behind Monet's Maserati. There was a also a red Jaguar XJ-220 in the driveway. She had company. The maid greeted me at the door. "Monet is expecting me." She nodded and then pulled out a walkie talkie and announced me. I watched Monet gracefully come down her spiral staircase. She had on a gold kimono lounge set with matching gold Betsy Johnson caribou slippers. "CC we going into my study. Haley, we are going to have Havannas and Hennessey in the study. Bring that Pecan Pie also." "As you wish, Monet." I thought I detected a slight scowl on the maid's face. Wondered how well she treated her waitstaff. We went into the study and I sat down. On the table was the Manolo Blahnik box. I reached over to open it and Shannon swiftly popped my hand. "Down Piggy, we got business first. These shoes are contingent on my offer to you today. I got somebody I want you to meet." The study doors open and in she walked. I needed no introductions to this raven beauty. 5'7 dark skinned curvaceous and the deadliest woman I knew with a .44. She had on black True Religion jeans. A magenta silk halter top that looked wonderful on her mahogany skin. Black Chinese Laundry pumps. "Meika B,wth how you been?" She smiled. "Piggy baby, been a long time." You see I had known Tameika for years. I respected her because she had survived some insurmountable things and this heffa always looked flawless. She had introduced me to my son's father. I had heard she was in a tight spot. Something about a felony dope conviction. Ms. Benford had a heart of gold but much like me and all the women in my circle she did what she had to do. Monet looked at us both. She looked pleased. Hayley bought in the pecan pie and china saucers. "Ladies, Shannon Monet has saw to it that the finest Havana cigar be selected for you. Cohiba?" Sometimes Monet's level of class never ceased to amaze me. Her maid was offering me a $500 illegal Cuban cigar. I knew better than to refuse. "Thank you, Hayley." She cut the filter for me and lit it. I inhaled and my chest burned a little but I couldn't ignore its great taste. "Piggy, I know you got this planned out. You got a squad and you know what you doing." I nodded wondering where this was going. "You said you probably need two more people. I found one of them. Meika B is what you need." I looked back and forth from the two beautiful women who stood before me. While I knew Tameika was a beast, it had to be about trust. I looked at her and her eyes told me she knew what I was thinking. "Shannon I appreciate your help. You know I do. But there has to be a level of trust here." Monet downed her glass of cognac and hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered into pieces. "WTF are you tryna say CC? You think I would double cross you? You think I would have her here in my home if she wasn't trustworthy?" I didn't flinch. Monet was having one of her infamous tantrums. "Ladies, let's just be cool. Piggy I know where you coming from. You don't have no reason to trust me on this but I assure you that I can help you take down Albro and that warehouse." I looked into Meika B's eyes and I saw that flash in her eyes. "Tameika we can get it done. We need to go over some things first." Monet had calmed down. "Well that's what I like to hear. I'll leave you ladies to discuss your devices." She patted her hair and walked towards the door. "And yall eat that damn pie!" She closed the door. I looked at Meika B. "You in no problem. I just like seeing Monet clown. That bitch crazy aint it?" Tameika cackled. I motioned for her to quiet down. "Its real simple. I need womanpower. This aint nothing you aint did before. We planned it for tomorrow but I think we gone push it back one more day." "Okay good CC. I got a hair appointment tomorrow. Weapons?" "Shit, Monet got us straight but you know always bring your own so that you're comfortable." "Ok. I gotcha. Dang CC its nice seeing you." I smiled. "You too. I need to go to the bathroom." I'm sure she noticed my shaking. I needed to get these shoes on me. I slid the Ruby Red Blahniks off the table. There was a sad look on Meika B's face. "Damn Piggy. Your habit has got worse. Get your shoes. I'll help you to the bathroom." That's a real friend. She closed the door. I didnt think about the takeover, Albro, or my Blahniks that were missing,. I closed my eyes and slipped my pedicured feet into the shoes.... You know the rest.

Trust? WTF is that!

I said goodbye to my cousin. Headed to my car. I saw a Buick Lacrosse's headlights flash. A horn blew. I walked over to the car. Got in. Mychelle turned down the radio. "CC we gotta do something about your girl. She sketchy." I looked at my longtime friend. I watched her french manicured nails split a Garcia Vega cigar. She pulled a nick sack out of her cleavage. "Chelle she aint gone be no problem. I got her." I watched her dump the weed into the split cigar. "CC are you sure? This go bad Monet ain't tryna to hear nothing. And I did my bid. I ain't going back to jail. Next time the state or the county see me its gone be in a bag bitch." I told Chelle to be quiet. I pulled my cell out and hit Doll in my contacts. Dynastie answered on the first rng. "Hello." "Listen, you have been privy to some information that could endanger us all. I'm asking you now. Can we trust you?" She got quiet. "Dynastie." "Yeah I'm here and you can trust me. You just need to know what you're doing." I hung up. Mychelle lit the blunt and my senses were heightened. I didn't get down no more but the sticky sure smelled good. "What she say?" "She say she cool. But I tell you Chelle, if she is not who she say she is, I'm gonna kill her." I stared straight ahead. Mychelle coughed and agreed. She knew what it was. She passed the blunt to me. I looked at her like she was crazy. Mychelle laughed. " I just wanted to see what you was gone do." "You crazy. Look Imma head to the house. Imma call you early. We gotta get it in." She blew out smoke. "Aight be good Piggy." I got out of her car. Mychelle Richards was my nigga. We had been through a lot over the years. I was there for her when she did a five year bid for shooting her ole man. But she done put in work and we held secrets tht we would both take to our graves. My phone rang. It was Shannon Monet. "Piggy, where you at?" "I'm close, where you at?" "I'm at home. I need to see you. ASAP." "Can we do this another time. I'm exhausted." "I got something you'd be interested in," she chimed. "I just sent you a pic." I checked my picture mail. It was a pair of ruby red Manolo Blahniks pumps with ankle straps. "Monet, I'm on my way."

Piggy plans the Takeover

I smiled. "Here's the thing. Albro has to be stopped! He been in this shit too long. It's time for some new blood now." All of the women nodded their head in agreement. Mychelle refilled her wine glass. "CC you know I'm with it. You know this. But you think we got the muscle to take down Ivory Albro? That mf is something else." I chuckled. "Yeah Chelle he somethin else, but I'm somethin more." I could feel Dynastie's eyes on me. "What's up Dynastie? You quiet over here." Dynastie took a sip from her wine glass. She pulled a blunt from her purse. Looked to Michelle. "Michelle do you mind?" Michelle smiled and said "Mi casa es su casa. Fire it up." She did and took a long drag. Exhaled. "Courtney Coyle, I know you. I know your addiction is bad. You probably are doing it for the shoes but that ain't the only reason you want Albro's head." I just looked at her.She was right. "I have my reasons yo. But that ain't got nothing to do with us getting this money. Albro control the North and the South side." Mychelle piped up. "Shit but he aint just into shoes CC. I mean he got real estate, daycares and car washes too." "Look I aint worried about that. I'm talking about HIS inventory and HIS territory." I sipped my drink. Michelle cut in. "Look cousin, I'm in but do you have some kind of plan. I ain't no punk bit- I mean I'm not running from this but you gotta know what you doing messing with Albro. He'll slit your throat ear to ear." I'm aware of who I'm dealing with. "Look I know who Albro is. I'm not worried.I need all three of you ladies. You each have an expertise in something that will make these heists successful. We gone take over ALBRO HEELS, INC. The takeover will go dine tomorrow. Dynastie stood up and gawked at me. "Bitch are you crazy." Michelle and I seethed at her. "Dynastie what you scared of? I know niggas in the military who can't handle an AK like you. We can do this. You in or out?" She knew the answer to that. Mychelle nudged me under the table. You see we all too far into this. Wasn't no out. Mychelle gave me that familiar look. Dynastie wasn't crazy. She agreed. I sat the plan  in motion. You see Albro had a office and warehouse off of 290. There he had 250 employees. There was ten floors. We would take all of them. Albro was always there between the hours of 9 and 5 Monday through Friday. "I got what you need cousin. I got some prototypes to run by you. Dynastie, lady you in?" She put her blunt out. "I'm in." She turned to me. "CC? I hope you know what you doing." I looked at Mychelle and I nodded. Dynastie may become a problem....

Piggy's Squad plus ONE

The thing is there were many more lucrative shoe heists. One thing about it Albro had connections. That's why he was shoe kingpin. So I had to be steps and steps ahead of him at all times. And I would do so and always in fabolous shoes. I sprayed Halo on my cleavage and into my blonde locks as I pulled them into a tight bun. I lined my eyes with black eyeliner and turquoise shadow. I had business to tend to. I locked my Queendom and headed to the West Chase District. When I got outside of her home I called her. "I'm here." She opened the gate. Michelle was my older cousin on my daddy's side. When I said older I meant only by a couple of months. She was an investment banker with an impeccable sense of style. A bombshell she is no doubt but she was a bomb that was constantly looking to detonate. Her specialty was explosives and she handled a twelve gauge better than most men. She answered the door in skinny jeans and a off the shoulder top. She was wearing leopard print Steve Madden pumps. "How you been cousin?" I smiled and we embraced. "Love those Steve Maddens cousin." "Thank you. Have you talk to your girls?" Dynastie texted me and said that she was on her way. Mychelle was pulling up into the driveway behind me. "Excuse me cousin." I walked up to Mychelle. Linen pants with an electric blue hater top. Matching blue stilettos. Chinese Laundry. She had a bottle of Moscato in her hand. "I never come to somebody's house empty handed." I smiled. "I know Chelle. I asked you here because I want you to meet somebody. We gone have a new addition to the team. I need you. We got big business now." Mychelle had that hungry look in her eye. "CC, you know I'm with it." Mychelle and I went into the house. I introduced  her to my cousin. Michelle's staff had prepared a feast. Tortilla crusted Tilapia with lime. Grilled flank steak and warm tortillas. Spicy corn salsa. Sangria and margaritas. Dynastie arrived about thirty minutes later. Hair freshly done. She was in RC from head to toe also. The introductions were done. We ate and socialized. Then it was time for business. The plan was to take over the Mizrahi plant off 290. It was 30,000 sq ft warehouse with an estimated four million dollar inventory. I needed Michelle's expertise with explosives. She could get us in the safe. This bitch had put together some of the coldest explosives. She had a bomb planted in a tube of lipstick. It was powerful enough to blow a two ton safe door. Over cognac and creme brulee we plotted this heist. We agreed it would be an even split with the product and the cash. I looked at Michelle. "Do we have trust here?" She responded, "Hell naw bitch. Ain't no such thing. But you my uncle's girl and I love you." My nigga, I thought. "Ladies now we  need to discuss Ivory Albro. Now is the time for you all to shit or get off the pot. It ain't nothing ordinary about any of us. But I guarantee if you stick with me Houston will remember you forever!" I looked at the three women before me. Only one spoke up. Michelle sat back in her chair and said, "I'm listening...

On her Grown Piggy Sh!t

When I entered my home I stopped dead in my tracks. Two reasons: there was blood spots on my carpet and I could smell his cologne. He was here. I called his name. "I'm in here CC." I went into my living room and ______ was laid out on my carpet bleeding. "Bae, we gotta get you to the hospital." "No, I'm okay Courtney. Katy said it would still bleed a little. It don't even hurt as bad as it did." I went and got him a towel. I found some gauze to re-bandage his arm. I looked at him. My eyes roamed his body he had on the black and white Jordan 11's and I had on the same shoe. He looked at me. I reached over to rub my face against his. I took in his scent and I moaned. I was having an itch. I kissed his lips slow and he released a moan. "I want you, Courtney." I smiled and bit my bottom lip. I started at his forehead and kissed him slow. I was careful when I pulled his shirt over his head. I pulled my white TSHIRT off. My heart felt as if it would come out of my chest. I put my hand over his heart. His was beating just as fast. I wiggled out of my jeans and sat all the way down on his hard-on. I worked my hips with my hands on his chest. We made love for the first time in almost four years. I squeezed him and he told me loved me. I love HipHop and it loved me back! I came and when I did it was long and hard. I got the same feeling when I put my foot down in a Manolo Blahnik shoe. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat.I loved this man but he wasn't mine. But for the moment he was. My cell rang. It was Monet. "Monet." "Have you made a move yet?" I got up.
______ was sleeping. I got up and walked naked into the kitchen. "No I have to call my squad. Why?" " No reason CC. I'm just anxious to get Albro taken care of. Look the cooks have messed up a batch of collard greens. I gotta go. You keep in contact with me." She hung up. I went back to lay down next to ____. I ran my hand up and down his chest. I saw his phone and it had a text. It was from Albro. It said, I told you she was vicious. You didn't listen. I need to talk to you. In the meantime stay away from Piggy!!! I sat back and contemplated. What was going on? Mac lay peacefully but I had a funny feeling. I got up and laid a comforter over him.  Made a few phone calls. I put on a linen pantsuit with turquoise Ramona Cavalli pumps and matching turqoise jewelry. I had a meeting with two of the baddest bitches I knew. I had to bring in a reinforcement. Michelle was a bad--well you know. She was my cousin and I knew she could get down...