Her skin is a dark complexion. She started busting heads in the hood but slowly been building up her power to take over the city. She does anything fo... cash. She use to be a stripper. She discovered she could make money from crime. She does robberies, prostitution rings, and protection rackets. You name it she does it. She isn’t as gun happy as the other girls but she doesn’t mind busting a cap in some FOOLZ ass when it needed. She also runs a record label and strip club. She runs her business. I don’t think I’ll make a lot of friends at the high school at this point. Too much has happened. Most people are scared of me for one reason or another.”“Maybe,” Tricia said and shrugged. “The girls are starting to talk about you in the washrooms since Saturday. You might find yourself getting more attention from them.”“Oh?” Zoe asked. “What are they saying?” she asked, getting very interested in this news.“Just wondering what he’s like and wondering whether he’s back with the Powers sisters. I felt hands from behind and mouths kissing my neck, hands on my tits and groping my pussy. I don’t know, I guess I just lost control because the next thing I knew I was on my knees on the platform, sucking black cock like a complete slut. I loved tasting those sweaty cocks. Some were pretty big and others average. A couple of the men came in my mouth before they lined up to fuck my sloppy, cum dripping pussy. I was completely lost. Men were fucking me and I was sucking cock after. I had to scratch and fight my way out of a trash heap to get here and I’m not going to lose everything because of you. Oleander wants to see you. Get cleaned up or I’ll scrub you down myself.’ An hour later, cleaner and dressed demurely in a white cotton dress, Camille was led back downstairs. She walked into an enormous room that was richly furnished with leather chairs and an ancient desk that spanned nearly the entire back wall. This Oleander was nothing if not ostentatious. Alma told her.