The Assemblage, Pt. 9 of 16.

         At about the same time Russel and Jim received word from another unit that the other incoming trafficker had been abducted and put under arrest, the women appeared to be ending their discussion and meeting.  The anxious observers feared that they were too suspicious something went wrong or that they were moving elsewhere, perhaps inside one of the juxtaposed old four to six-story apartment buildings, to do more nefarious business, but only a couple of them stopped under an elegant frontal cloister of one of the structures.  They were becoming more restless, but both sides were unaware of a third influence beginning to act nearby.

         Jean quickly looked around another time before she leaned against the light pole and crossed her arms.  She looked impatient and stretched her skinny legs in their tight pants to personally enjoy the hugging feeling they provided.  Angelica moved closer to Denise, shivered, and said, "Why don't you stand under here?  I think it's starting to rain."

         "Yeah?  So what?  I'm thinking of leaving pretty quick if those doorknobs don't show up soon.  Christ, it's cold."

         "Ya can't leave with that kind of money on you now, honey," Doreen said.  "They'll be here any minute, and you can take a little bit of being wet anyway."  

         "Not like you can.  Far as I'm concerned, their extra time is costing them interest."  

         "Jasper said they're a bit edgy.  So, don't be a hothead and get them mad when they arrive.  Okay?  Once this is done, we can move on and let those two do what we told them.  Chill out!"

         "Here they come," Maxine said, and stepped closer to the curb.  "This has gotta be them."

         Doreen glared at her again and signaled the grumpy woman to come closer, before she shook the rain drops out of her own large mass of groomed hair.  Maxine told the others to stay in their place and observe.  Then, she wiped off her sexy rubber dress and donned an alluring smile of willingness.  A couple of men walked together between them on their way to a recreation hall and bar around the corner of the run-down block before the vehicle stopped.  One of the two made a brief vulgar remark about the apparent shape and texture of her bum; she responded with an obscene gesture and by briefly telling them where to go with just two similar words.  Denise and Angelica smiled and absorbed the lesson of the educational street experience.  The other man with a thick wiry beard delivered the last blow however, by smiling and rapidly shaking his head in apparent lust, daring her to deliver what she shouted.  The small blonde was even thrown a kiss just after they passed them.  

         Maxine shook her head in disgust and turned toward the flashy white but used car for a precautious introduction.  The right side window was coming down, and she put her smile back on her face and said, "Hi, fellas.  My name's Maxie.  You in the mood for some action tonight?"  

         "We like that, but you're not the right trick.  Stop playin' games now," Russel replied.  Both of them were not smiling, and Jim was chewing gum.  

         "How right you are, sweetheart, but who here is?"  

         "Are you good at keeping secrets?"

         "Sure am," she said and leaned forward for an exact answer, a name.

         He pursed his lips at her and whispered, "So are we.  Go tell her over there to get her nice butt in here and empty her titty bank.  We got some 'groceries' in this bag that she'll make her man happy with.  Okay?"

         Maxine watched him nod at BOTH Doreen and Jean, instead of point one out, but assumed he knew who the right one was.  They never looked at the younger separated pair and kept their attention focused ahead, knowing the girls were being used as decoys.  Doreen carefully studied them while Maxine walked toward Jean and informed her that they were the good people.  To be even more convincing, Jim smiled a little lasciviously at them and signaled her to come closer with a single finger when she presented herself by turning around and raising her eyebrows.  The cheeks of her face were reddened by the damp cold to a full blush; the "homeless" man to the side coughed and was ignored.  

         Jean strutted the six-meter distance to their car and leaned into the window quickly to do her eye-catching job and escape the chilly night air.  Then, she rubbed her leg against the other and said, "Okay.  I've done my part good.  Now, where is the stuff?"  

         "You just showed much of it to us," Jim said, while plucking the greenbacks that fell out of her enhanced deep cleavage off the seat.  Most of them were pictured with Ulysses Grant and Ben Franklin.  

         "C'mon!  Don't act so smart."

         "We are, honey.  That's why we're in this business.  Give him a chance to get an accurate count."

         "I know what was there.  How come you don't?  Didn't Jasper tell you what I was carryin'?"  

         "Of coarse, but WE just don't trust YOU," Russel said and glanced into the shadowy gap between her large drooping breasts and dark-blue V-neck shirt, while he moved his rugged face closer.  "You wouldn't be hiding anything more in there, would you?  There seems to be a lot more than -- "  

         "There's close to ten thousand here.  Smells pretty darned good too -- floral."

         "There is.  You don't have ta be exact.  What are you, cops or somethin'?" she said with some sarcasm, to test them for a positive reaction or faulty answer.  They stayed confident and natural.

         "What are you, the wicked wench of wham-bam, thank-you-ma'am street?  You act like you haven't been plugged in lately or gotten the right screw."

         She sighed.  "Just get on with it."

         He shook his head and removed a red vinyl purse from a brown paper bag.  A smile formed on her face, and she felt relieved much more at the sight of two bags of white powder inside it.  She eagerly put the strap around her shoulder and leaned back out of the car holding it firm.  Jim gave her a sly wink and said, "That's ninety-seven percent pure there.  You take good care of it, and do one more small favor for us."  

         "Yeah, what?  Polish your cane?"

         He gesticulated with his fingers and smiled at last.  "C'mere, honey.  I'll tell you."  

         She stepped forward and leaned down again, appearing bashful.

         "You see those two sweet things there?"

         "Yeah.  What about them?"  

         "Could you tell them they're cute and under arrest like you and the others?"

         Jean's face immediately showed astonishment, and she started to swear.  Doreen and Maxine bolted in surprise; the other two stopped smiling and began running down the sidewalk.  Russel forced the car door open, as Jim promptly told the other units to move in, but what was not expected so fast was physical opposition.  She sent her knee up into his groin hard and gave him a swift shove backward to draw a similar reaction.  Then, Jim had to get out of the vehicle and veer into action.  


Continued to Pt. 10.