Voorheeze & Clarkola

by De'Kari

  A couple of photos in particular caught her attention. The first was of him and the now infamous T’Rida. Everybody knew who T’Rida was. The shit with him was hood legend. Not only was he one of the richest niggaz in the Bay; but that nigga went out like a true Gangsta! Everyone in the hood respected that shit. If he knew T’Rida then he must be somebody reputable.

  The second photo was of her homeboy from the hood, Clarence, although everybody calls him Clark. Clark was in his normal dress of Red Monkey jeans and a white-T and Voorheeze was wearing some beige expensive suit with $300 custom made Bostonians. They were polar opposites, Voorheeze was much bigger than Clark, yet it’s clear Clark is older. Clark was hood and Voorheeze was gangsta. Voorheeze is mugging the camera whereas Clark is smiling. Two men standing together yet in totally different worlds.

  He came into the room wearing Sean John black silk pajama pants and a white, wife beater covered with a black silk robe. Danika had to take her eyes off him before her lust got the best of her!

  “Way back when I was younger. I went to school with a girl named Danika. I used to have a crush on her. She neva knew though.” She looked again at the picture of Clark and wondered if it was possible.

  “And what school was this?” She asked feeling nervous.

  “It ain’t around here sexy, so it doesn’t even matter. Plus, that was a lifetime ago.” He made his way over to the bar and made himself a drink.

  She figured if he wanted her to know he would’ve told her considering how much he’s shared with her already. So, she didn’t push the issue. Instead she asked him…

  “So, you knew T’Rida, huh?”

  His mood got solemn as he sat down on the couch. She saw the change on his face and came and sat down next to him. She placed her fingers under his chin and lifted his head up. She could see the severe pain in his eyes.

  “You guys were that close, huh?” The tenderness in her voice tugged at his heart.

  “He was my brotha.”

  There really was something special about her, he could feel it. With all her beauty, you could tell she was ghetto underneath all the polish. Her face said fashion model, but her eyes screamed Ride or Die Bitch!

  Before he knew it, he told her all about T’Rida and himself, from childhood up. He just left out Neva Die and all they do. He got up to fix him another drink and instead went inside the cooler behind the bar and pulled out a gold bottle. He popped the cork and poured two glasses and carried them back to the sofa along with the bottle.

  “The day of his birthday bash, brah bought me the Lambo and the chain I had on earlier. The chain signifies something, I’ll tell you more about that maybe another time.” He handed her the glass of champagne and sat back down.

  “He wasn’t my blood brother, but sometimes blood ain’t thicker than water”. Truer words aint neva been spoken.

  “What about that picture of you and Clark? It seems like you know him well too?” She just had to know. She was dying to know, yet she didn’t want to know.

  “I should know him well, that’s my big brother.” He stated matter of factly. She couldn’t believe her ears. They must be playing games with her. Did he just say that was his brother?

  “LaMont? Menlo Park Belle, Haven, Letroy and Dante, big head skinny LaMont! Boy you mean to tell me that you’re LaMont Simpson?” There was no polish in that. All ghetto.

  “Damn lil skinny ass Tom Boy, Danika! Looks like you grew outta that Tom Boy shit.” He said indicating her body.

  “I can still fight though. Boy, I outta beat you up. Talking all this ‘I’m Jason Voorheeze crap, when you’re little o’le LaMont.” She poked her large chest out and made a deep voice when she mimicked his name before she punched him in his chest.

  “Be careful before you hurt you hand.” He teased her.

  “Oh yeah?” She threw another punch at his chest and to her surprise he tapped her fist down and wrapped his arms around her in a playful squeeze. It happened so fast she dropped the Champagne flute with the Cristal in it.

  “I can still get the best of you though.” He told her as he looked into her eyes. They were begging him to kiss her and he was about to, but reluctantly he let her go. He didn’t want to rush things.

  They sat and talked for hours. They told each other their life story, and all they endured over the years. He was so open and honest about everything that she felt compelled to be as open and honest with him about everything. Their laughs came close to tears and then they laughed some more. It was wonderful.

  Danika had been waiting for a man like this all her life. Someone that could make her laugh and could listen to her all without judging her. His comments about certain things in life shows her that he didn’t see mistakes and poor decision making he saw choices and lessons learned.

  After all these years who would have ever known LaMont Simpson would grow to be her ideal man.

  “So, let’s get back to when you said you were crushing on me…” She said with a seductive look on her face.

  Voorheeze wanted to fuck the shit out of her, but he knew if he did later she would feel some kind of way about getting down on the first day. Especially after their long conversation. He wanted her to be a keeper. He didn’t need anything fucking that up.

  “What’s there to talk about? I wanted you back then and I want you now. Back then you were my road dawg, I didn’t know how to play it but now I do.”

  “And how is that?” Sexuality dripped off her.

  “It ain’t gone be the way you think.” He stood up and walked over to the bar.

  The sun had come up hours ago, so he knew it was time for him to take care of business. He grabbed a box and then escorted her to the master bedroom. As he began taking his clothes off, he talked to her.

  “Okay, look! No one has ever been here, Period! Bringing you here shows you that I mean what I say. There’s something special about you.” He walked in the closet and when he came out he had a knot of Franklins in his hand. “Do you have a license?”

  She was so caught up in the moment that she forgot all about her car. “Shit, I left my car at work.”

  “Don’t worry about it, here!” He reached in the night stand and pulled out a set of Mercedes keys. Then he gave her the knot of money, which was ten thousand. He was doing so much she didn’t have time to think.

  “I gotta take care of some shit. I’ll be back later. Get you some sleep. When you wake up, if you gotta take care of something, that should be enough. If you need more, open that box right there.” He pointed at the box that he had brought from the bar.

  “If you gotta go somewhere the Benz is in the garage. But I’m beggin, please under no circumstance do you bring anybody here or tell anybody about this house. My mama doesn’t know where I live.” He walked towards her and took her in his arms. He kissed her so deeply and so passionately that he literally took her breath away.

  “D, if I was playing games I would’ve fucked you hours ago, I want a wife, not some ass. If you’re here when I get back, then you’re with it. If not, the money is yours and I’ll pick the Benz up from your job. If you are with it, last night was your last night working there.” He left her speechless as he walked to the shower in nothing but boxer briefs.

  To say he was big would be an understatement. He was 285 lbs. of chocolate muscle. Not that steroid supplement muscle, but that break a sweat and get it in the gym muscle. He didn’t have wash board abs, but that was okay with her. The print in them boxer briefs told her not to give a fuck about a six pack. The way he just put it down, made her thank God he ain’t gave her none of that pole. She would be hooked fa’sho then. Every time she saw Clark and asked him about his brother, Clark would always say, “Brah hella business I’m telling you, he on some other shit.” Now she knew what he meant.

  She wasn’t going to be rude and climb into his bed without taking a shower, so she got undressed and headed to the bathroom to climb into the shower. They were grown, they could take a shower together without d
oing anything she figured. When she opened the shower door he turned to face her. She couldn’t help herself she had to look. When she did, “Oh Shit No.” She exclaimed and closed the door.

  That big mothafucka terrified her, yet at the same time enticed her. He climbed out the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. “It’s all yours thickems.”

  “Don’t be laughing at me, you could’ve told a bitch you had a garden hose attached to you, I knew it was a catch to all this shit. Boy move!” She blurted out as she brushed past him. He grabbed her as she was passing and gave her another one of his heart stopping kisses.

  “I’mma be gone by the time you get out the shower. The alarm code, my cell number and remote for video surveillance monitors are on the night stand.” He paused for a minute while hugging her tight.

  “I really hope you’re here when I get back.” Danika’s legs barely carried her to the shower, and he didn’t even fuck her.

  **** N. D. ****

  (East Palo Alto)

  Now the average mothafucka would avoid enemy territory whenever he was at war. Needless to say Tut Tut wasn’t the average nigga. He didn’t give a fuck about a war and he didn’t give a fuck about them little niggaz.

  His moms lived on Illinois and he drove over to his mom’s house in his car, fuck a rental! He needed some of that good down-home cooking that only moms could whip up. He crossed the front yard on his way out, scanning the street as he did looking for anything out of pocket. But he knew them little mothafuckas wasn’t that stupid. There was nothing suspicious on the block.

  He didn’t know it but this mom lived right next door to their headquarters. He also didn’t know that he was being watched at that very moment. It was so dark outside, he wouldn’t have seen the two niggaz in the Jeep Liberty anyways.

  Five minutes after leaving his moms house he was pulling into Sho’Man’s Market for some Backwoods. Being full wasn’t the same without some Grapes to smoke after the meal.

  He parked and hopped out the car thinking about getting a bottle too while he was there. He said what’s up to the two dope fiends that were standing out front. That saved his life! When he saw the look on their faces he didn’t think twice…

  BOCCA! BOCCA! BOCCA! BOCCA!

  That thang came off his hip like he was a Gunsmith in the old Western days. Tut’s instincts had become so honed in over the years that he sensed exactly where the danger was coming from before he even turned around.

  Even the two dope fiends were speechless because the little mothafucka had jumped out the Jeep with a Mac 11 in his hand ready to rock. He neva got the chance to squeeze the trigger.

  BOCCA! BOCCA!

  Tut didn’t pay no attention to the nigga on the ground. He was chasing after the driver who'd sped off.

  This wasn’t their first rodeo, instead of running for cover the dope fiends were betting on whether he would get the driver or not.

  BOCCA! BOCCA! BOCCA! BOCCA!

  When the driver sped off Tut started shooting through the back window. Glass rained down like water and one of the bullets made it. He saw the driver snap forward like he was at a Bust Rhymes concert.

  Tut ran to the driver’s side and hit him twice more in the head. He then raced to the body on the ground and fed him two more to the head.

  “O.G.! Dis yall Day. Good looking.” He told the two dope fiends when he made it back to his whip. He tossed them a phat ass rubber band loaf. They saved his mothafucking life and because of that, the $5,000 he tossed them gone keep them high all week!

  Tut got the fuck on!

  Chapter XII – Pack Pride

  (Later that morning)

  “Hello?” Clark put his fork down and answered his phone.

  Ordinarily, Tieka would have a fit that he would answer the phone while they were eating dinner, but she knew the amount of stress he was under, so she didn’t say anything.

  “What’s up dad?” Tut asked through the phone.

  “Make it happen,” was all Clark said.

  “No doubt”, just that quick the call was ended.

  Y.N.M. was becoming a huge pain in the ass.

  At first Clark figured his team could handle it, but he didn’t realize there were so many of the little mothafuckas. Hell, even still he didn’t know how many of them mothafuckas there were. It seemed as if every time they killed one, four more would pop up. What Clark did know was he had taken some major losses both financially and on the killing field.

  He realized that he was hesitant to send the pack in even though he had been given the green light. Pride still wanted him to be able to take care of the problem without help. Common sense said get help. What Clark hadn’t taken into consideration is the fact that he and his team played by rules. Rules of the game. These young mothafuckas were everywhere. They didn’t care about police or consequences.

  That phone call put an end to the debate. Clark just told Tut to let Johnny Spitz know to send in the wolves.

  After the phone call, Clark picked up his fork, but he knew his appetite was ruined. He needed the wolves, but in his mind, it would make him look weak to the family because he had to call for help. Little did he know everybody was going to need help with Young Nigga Mafia.

  “Baby don’t worry about it. You made the right call.” Tieka got up from her plate and walked over to him. She knew everything that was going on. Clark was a cocky nigga, which made him careless at times, so he didn’t care about discussing business in front of her. She stood behind him and massaged his shoulders. He was so tense his muscles felt like concrete rocks. Tieka knew what needed to be done. She bent down and kissed his forehead then his lips while her hand slid down to his lap.

  He was already hard with anticipation. She grabbed his python and squeezed it through the basketball shorts he had on.

  “Let me take care of you, Baby.” She grabbed his fat dick out of the shorts and got on her knees. Tieka just loved how big his dick was. It drove her crazy. She licked her lips, ready to savor his taste. She teased him at first letting her tongue circle around the base of his head. Then she licked the pole from the bottom to the top before taking him fully in her mouth.

  Her mouth was so hot and wet, Clark had to lean his head back and close his eyes. Her head game was off the hook. First, she pulled back slowly, then swallowed him again. She kept the slow pace up only for a few minutes before she started really going to work.

  “God Damn! Do yo thang!” He was biting down on his teeth, that shit was so good. Tieka was bobbing her head up and down as fast as she could as the spit ran out of her mouth and down his shaft. She used her hand and jacked his dick while she sucked it. As she went up and down on him she would twist her head. At the same time her hand would slide up and down his shaft slowly jacking him off.

  Slurp, slurp, slurp.

  Is all that could be heard in the house. She had so much spit on his dick her hand glided up and down with ease. He couldn’t take it anymore. Clark pushed her head away and picked her up off the ground as he stood up. Without saying a word, he ripped her blouse and bra off of her and hungrily sucked on her titties.

  Tieka loved that rough shit and he loved giving it to her. While he sucked on her titties, he reached down and brought his hand up under her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties which set him off; the touch of her bald wet pussy really drove him crazy. As he slid two fingers into her hot, waiting pussy Clark bit down on her nipple.

  “Ooh, fuck! Baby.” Tieka moaned out as the pleasure sent waves through her body. She could feel her skin turning hot. While his two fingers fucked her pussy, he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb.

  “Ooh please! Clarence, please fuck me.” Her pussy was on fire. She didn’t want his fingers, she needed his dick.

  She was getting light-headed. Any minute now Tieka was going to cum. As he released her nipple to move to the other one, her nipple stood at attention. He reached down with his free hand and lifted her dress in the back and smacked her hella hard on her phat, yellow a
ss! She shook her ass in response. Right at that moment, he squeezed down on her clit.

  “Oh, Fuck! God Damn I’m cummin, Daddy!” As she screamed she held his head tight against her tit. All kinds of electricity ripped through Tieka’s body. Her body shook so violently her free tit was slapping him in the face. So, he bit down a little harder on her nipple. Once the orgasmic wave passed and she stopped convulsing, he spun her around and bent her over the table. He didn’t give a fuck that she landed on his food.

  He lifted her dress and stared lustfully at her phat yellow ass. There was a red palm print from where he’d spanked her. He rubbed it for a second, then smacked her again. Tieka squealed. Clark didn’t waste time sliding in slow. He rammed his entire dick into her hard and fast in one mighty thrust.

  She loved it! His size and girth filled her completely up, testing her limits. Clark grabbed both ass cheeks and begin grudge fucking her. Tieka thought she was in paradise, she loved every moment of it.

  “Ooh, Yes! Ooh fuck this pussy! Fuck me!” She threw her ass back on his dick just as fast and as hard as he was thrusting into her. Whenever he gave her the dick, she knew to hold on. He was pounding away so hard and her pussy was so wet, it sounded like someone was plunging the kitchen sink. Her pussy was spitting juices at him. The table was shaking so hard that stuff was falling off and crashing on the floor.

  Clark didn’t know how but her pussy got even wetter at that moment. He removed both hands off her ass and then smacked both ass cheeks at the same time while he shoved his dick all the way in her.

  “Fuuuuuck!” He roared like a lion.

  That did it! Her walls clamped down on him so hard as she erupted that he bust off too.

  Tieka had some bomb pussy. He’s was so glad she’d come back into his life.

  ****. N. D. ****

  (Later that night in East Palo Alto)

  As he drives the van down the pitch-black street, the look in his eyes tells what time it is. He doesn’t know what these niggaz were thinking when they did whatever they did to have Clark summon him.