Chapter 25: Foot In The Door
Kayla drove onto 78th Street in metro San Fierro, she parked her car in front of a couple of hoodlums who stared at her. She got out of the car and walked toward them, she wore a pair of really short blue jean shorts, thigh high zip up heeled boots, a black strapless belly shirt and her small leather jacket, her brown hair was undone and flowing freely. "Damn shorty looking fine." One of the hoodlums said. She stopped and looked at them, she reached into the inside pocket of her jacket, and she pulled out a bag of pot. "You looking to score?" She asked them. They looked at her in confusion, they looked at each other and back at her. "Hold up this is our turf, Hustler said not to let anyone deal here." One of the hoodlums told her. "Well why don't you take me to him? I bet I can work something out with him." Kayla replied playing with the string hanging out of his hood. "Yo baby, not just anyone can see the boss. We gotta make sure you cool." The hoodlum told Kayla.
She pulled out a pipe and packed a bowl of pot, she lit the bowl and took a massive hit. The smoke made her start coughing, the hoodlums laughed. "You got the baby lungs, no way you're a stoner." The other hoodlum told her. Kayla passed him the pipe and lighter, he looked at it then lit the pipe. He took a massive hit as well which also gave him a coughing fit, he passed the pipe to his friend. "Yo man (cough) you gotta try this shit, it's the (cough cough) shit." He told the other hoodlum. He took a big hit and only gave out a few coughs, he caught a buzz from it. He passed the pipe back to Kayla, they all smoked the bowl and Kayla put her pipe away. "So who do I have to see to make some fucking paper around here?" Kayla asked them. "Some paper? You want work?" One asked her. "See that nice car, it don't pay for itself. I quit turning tricks when I started dealing, but I can do anything that needs handled." Kayla told the hoodlums. "Come with me, you need money then you need to talk to Money. He's our boss, he's in charge of the dealers." The hoodlum told Kayla. They started walking toward a slum apartment building, Kayla followed behind them. "So baby where you from? I'm Smoky btw." The dealer in the red hoodie told her. "I'm Stretch." The dealer in the red sweater and 49ers hat added in. "I'm Carla Reigns." Kayla told the hoodlums. "Carla Reigns, I like it." Smoky said with a smile. Smoky put his arm around Kayla's shoulder as they walked, Stretch lead them inside the building and to last room on the right.
Stretch knocked on the door, he heard a loud deep voice shout. "Come in!" Stretch opened the door. The three walked into the room and Smoky shut the door, Money looked at Kayla. "It must be my birthday, that's a fine piece." Money said with a smile. "I'm Carla Reigns, I'm looking for one of two things. I can do your dirty work, whether it be extortion, hits, robbery. Or you give me permission to deal on your turf." She told Money. "I have a lot of guys coming in looking for work, never a chick. I am suspicious." Money replied. He noticed Kayla's belly was exposed, he snapped his fingers and Stretch lifted up her shirt. They saw Kayla's bare breasts but no wire, he let go and Kayla straightened her shirt up. "Satisfied?" She asked him. "A little, but I gotta be sure. Some punks next street over are pushing smack, they're breaking Hustler's law. Go to them and get our tribute, if they refuse to pay make them pay with their lives." Money told Kayla. She nodded and walked out the door, she walked out of the apartment and into the streets.
Kayla got into her car and started it up, she put the car and drive and drove down the street. She made a left at the intersection and turned down the next street, she pulled up to a dealer pushing heroin. Kayla parked her car and got out, she walked over to the dealer. "Hey baby what you lookin fo? I got some nice stuff here." He asked Kayla. "You can pay Money his tribute for pushing on his turf." Kayla replied. "Yo you with Money? Tell him I said I'll pay but I gotta make it first, he'll understand." The dealer told Kayla. She drew her pistol and aimed it at the dealer, he turned around and whistled. Two more dealers came running up with their pistols, they started shooting at Kayla. Kayla shot one and took cover behind a newspaper dispenser, the first dealer ran down the street as Kayla was shooting at the third one. Kayla took him out and chased after the dealer, she had a hard time running in her heels so she shot him in the left thigh. He fell to the ground holding his bleeding leg, Kayla walked over to him. "Pay up or die." She told him. The dealer put his hand out in front of him, Kayla lowered her gun. "Wait." He said reaching into his pocket. "Here." He told her pulling out a roll of cash and handing it to her. Kayla took the money and turned around, she got back in her car and drove back to Money's place. She walked into the apartment and into Money's room, she tossed the roll of bills lightly at Money and he caught it. "Good job, I might have some use for you. I'll talk with my associates, and my boss. We'll call you if there's more work." Money told Kayla. She smiled and walked out the door, she left the apartment and got into her car. Kayla started the car and left, she drove through San Fierro.