head out the door.
She waved him down the hall and DeMarco went to see what she wanted. After a few minutes of talking with her, DeMarco returned to his room.
“Ayo, Lil’ Nicky,” DeMarco said, “you my man, right? I can trust you?”
Sitting up in his bed, Lil’ Nicky looked at DeMarco like he was crazy. “Of course you can trust me. Wassup?”
“I’m about to do something and I need you to hold me down,” DeMarco said.
“Man, I got you.”
“A’ight, I need you to go stand in the rec room and watch out for everybody outside,” DeMarco said. “If you see anybody about to come inside, make mad noise.”
“When?”
“Right now!”
“So you ain’t gon’ tell me what the hell is happenin?”
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” DeMarco laughed.
Lil’ Nicky shook his head as he headed over to the rec room. DeMarco followed him closely. A few seconds later, he slid through the back door to the staff office where Mrs. B waited for him. When she saw him, she pulled down her sweatpants and bent over right in the middle of the office.
“Now get on ya hands and knees,” DeMarco said. Mrs. B did as told.
Kneeling behind her, DeMarco knew they didn’t have much time, but he had to lick her pretty-ass pussy real quick; he just couldn’t help it. After a few minutes of pleasing her with his tongue, DeMarco slid inside of her from behind, loving the way her pussy gripped his dick.
“What the fuck?” Lil’ Nicky said as he heard moans coming from the staff office. He went around to the door to see what the hell was going on and noticed that it was open a little. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing when he pushed the door a bit. DeMarco was blowing Mrs. B’s back out in the doggy-style position. Creeping away from the door, he returned to the rec room smiling.
I knew that nigga was fucking Mrs. B! Lil’ Nicky thought to himself as he continued to play lookout.
CHAPTER THREE
“Ayo, Lil’ Nicky. You sleep over there?” DeMarco asked.
“No, I’m tryna figure out why the fuck you sittin up at 12:30 at night dressed in all black,” Lil’ Nicky said as he sat up.
DeMarco had been planning this night for the last two weeks. At first he didn’t know if Mrs. B would do it or not, but he tried his hand with her anyway, and to his surprise she said yes. The plan was for Mrs. B to leave the door unlocked when she finished her shift at 11. She really didn’t want him to leave, but he promised her he’d call her as soon as he was free and he vowed to keep her name out of it.
“Nigga, I’m about to bounce. That’s why I’m dressed in all black,” DeMarco said, glancing at his watch.
“I don’t know how you gonna do that with all the doors locked,” Lil’ Nicky replied.
“Man, fuck all that shit, you stayin or you goin? It’s up to you.” DeMarco got up and began pacing the room. “I’ll tell you this: once that phone rings, I’m gone.”
Lil’ Nicky was surprised. He wasn’t prepared to make a run for it. He wondered if DeMarco had thought everything out carefully because he wasn’t trying to do any more time than he had to. After a few seconds of contemplating, Nicky decided that he wasn’t about to be left behind. He jumped out of the bed, grabbed the darkest clothes he had, and pulled them on along with his black Nikes.
“Nigga, you know I’m in,” Lil’ Nicky said just as they heard the phone ring.
DeMarco peeked out of the door and saw the guard get up to answer the call. “Let’s go,” he said. He didn’t know how long the guard was going to stay on the phone, so they had to move quickly. Once the two of them were outside that door, they were going to run like their lives depended on it—because it did. Moving up the hallway, DeMarco put his hand on the doorknob to open it when he heard someone yell, “What the hell are y’all doing over there?”
DeMarco shoved the door open and took flight with Lil’ Nicky right behind him.
“He’s calling it in!” Lil’ Nicky yelled.
“So what? Fuck ’em. They gotta catch us now!” DeMarco said as they flew by the intake office, making their way out of the building.
“Once we hit these woods, they won’t be able to drive and see us!” DeMarco said loud enough, so Lil’ Nicky could hear him.
“Man, you hear all them cop cars already?” Lil’ Nicky was scared shitless. In a million years he would’ve never had the guts to escape on his own.
“Yeah, I hear it, nigga; just keep moving. We gotta make it to the other side of the road.” DeMarco kneeled down with Lil’ Nicky between some bushes.
“Let’s make it then,” Lil’ Nicky replied, and they got ready to jump.
DeMarco took a deep breath and said, “A’ight, let’s move.”
As they came out of the bushes and hit the road, a cop car appeared out of nowhere, almost swiping them.
Errrrrrrr! was all that was heard as they hit the other side of the street and headed into the woods..
“Damn, it feels like we’ve been running for months,” Lil’ Nicky said when they cut through a cluster of trees and noticed some bright lights.
Finally, DeMarco spotted the Mobil gas station that Mrs. B told him to be on the lookout for. He was trying to figure out how the fuck they could make it across the road without being run over. Just then, a jeep pulled up to the gas station and parked beside the pump closest to the road. A woman exited the vehicle and left it empty with the engine running while she went inside. DeMarco saw this as their chance.
“Come on!” he barked, and flew across the road, making his way to the jeep while watching the gas station doors. He was about to pull open the driver’s-side door when the woman walked out. “Fuck!” He played it off and walked past the jeep as if he was going into the gas station, then headed back over to Lil’ Nicky. A couple of minutes later a black Ford truck drove up into the same spot the woman had just pulled out of. Leaving his truck running, the driver went into the store, and DeMarco made his move again.
“Get in!” DeMarco called out as he jumped in the truck. DeMarco pulled away before Lil’ Nicky could even close the door.
DeMarco knew how to drive, but with his adrenaline pumping, he was swerving in and out of lanes. Lil’ Nicky was so scared he asked him to slow down a few times.
Eventually Lil’ Nicky dozed off while DeMarco rapped along with the songs that played on the radio. After a couple hours of driving, they began to see signs indicating they were approaching New York City. DeMarco felt relieved to be so close to home. As he pulled up to a tollbooth, nervousness set in. He hadn’t thought that they needed money to get into the city. They couldn’t risk going through without paying and getting pulled over
