Memoirs of a Creole Crime Cartel

by Red Snapper

  I heard what she said, but I didn’t want it to linger as I leaned forward and kissed her, deeply, passionately. Now that I was sure, I could hardly constrain my desire any longer. I let my hand wander back to the lips of her pussy as I ran my finger along the slit, parting her lips slightly, finding her wetness, and spreading it along her lips. With my other hand, I pinched a nipple. I brushed my lips along her cheek and back towards her ear. I nibbled the lobe of her ear, and I nibbled down her neck, slowly working my way to her collarbone. I licked the indentation between her collarbones, and licked my way up her neck to her chin, as I did so she leaned her head back, abandoning herself to my intentions. She opened her legs almost involuntarily as she leaned back her head.

  As I ran my tongue down her neck and between her breasts, I noticed her breathing becoming more vigorous. I ran my tongue all around one breast and then crossed over to the other. Her nipples were standing erect as I flicked the nearer one with my tongue. Then I flicked it again, and again. Goose bumps rose on her skin all over her stomach and breasts. I took her nipple in my mouth and squeezed it between my tongue and front teeth, eliciting another moan. As I sucked her nipple and squeezed it with my teeth, I moved her legs further apart. She gave no resistance as I opened her legs wide. I positioned myself between her legs. All the while, I continued to bite her nipple and stroke her pussy. When I was in position between her legs, I let my index finger slip between her lips and enter her. She moaned in response as I was now stroking her with my finger. I took out my finger as my tongue left a wet trail from her breast to her navel and from there to her thigh. I ran my tongue up and down her thigh an inch or two, and let it caress her pussy as I crossed to the other thigh and back again. I slowly moved my tongue to her mound, and then down over her clit, flicking it and then continuing down along her slit, parting her lips slightly as I moved.

  Her taste became stronger, muskier, and more delicious as my tongue ventured closer to her pussy. Once there, I probed gently at her opening and lapped up her juices which were flowing freely. She made no objection to my tongue entering her. When she began to moan I ran my tongue up along her swollen pussy lips to her clit. I stroked her clit gently with my tongue and as her moans grew louder, I increased my tempo, until I was rapidly rubbing her clit with the flat of my tongue. Knowing the effect it has on me I was dying to slip my finger into her to rub her G-Spot, as I again slipped my finger into her wet punany.

  Her moans grew along with the tempo of my tongue and my finger fucking her. I looked up at her as I treated myself to a beautiful view of a woman with her legs spread wide in the throes of passion, the nipples on her gorgeous breasts erect, and her head thrown back in pleasure. I continued exactly what I was doing with my tongue and finger, unwilling to change anything without direction, now that I had found the spot and the tempo that would drive her absolutely wild. She began to moan uncontrollably as she ran her hand through my hair as I licked her clit remorselessly, raising her hips off the bed, pressing her pussy against my mouth, and arching her back, as she was gripped in a vigorous orgasm. Her moans were loud and completely involuntary as I immediately felt her juices flowing out past my chin.

  “Ohhh, yeah Tangie…lick this pussy baby…finally you made me cum,” she said as I continued to serve her, I needed to taste her gushing juices, as I moved my tongue down to her opening where I lick up her juices greedily. My own hunger satisfied, I gently licked around her lips and clit, trying not to touch her areas that were now super-sensitive after her orgasm, but soothing her and pleasuring her gently. Finally, when her breathing returned to normal I rested my head on her thigh, where I could smell her musky sexiness.

  “Oh Tangie…Tangie…girl…that was so excellent…just the way I dreamed it would be.” “That was well worth the wait!” “That was almost five years in the making since our first brief session.”

  I closed my eyes as I answered her, “Yeah it was, and you taste just wonderful my sexy best friend.”

  “ Come up and Kiss me,” she said.

  I moved up the bed to lie beside her and kissed her delicately on the lips, on the cheeks and on her eyes. When I kissed her on the lips, again she ran her tongue over my lips, and gently pushed it into my mouth. We kissed deeply then, passionately. And when the kiss drew to an end, she rolled onto her side and put her head on my shoulder.

  After a few minutes, it was as if I was addicted to this new practice, because I couldn’t help myself as I reached down and ran my hands over her body once again, over her breasts as she began to bend her body above me. Her breasts were medium and firm in my hands as I squeezed them gently. Her nipples were sensitive and responsive, growing hard at the slightest touch of my fingers. Her hand ran down my body to my thigh as I anticipated her to touch me in my most intimate place, opening my legs, hoping to feel her fingers in my wet pussy. I wasn’t disappointed as she ran her fingers along the cleft of my pussy lips, opening them slightly, finding my moist opening, sending waves of heat ran along my body, radiating outward from wherever she touched me.

  Her finger entered my coochie, as I raised my hips towards her hand, wishing her to enter me more deeply. She let her finger slide into me as I pressed against her, gently thrusting into me and making my juices commence to flow. She removed her finger and ran it along my lips, spreading my juices, wetting her finger and my clit. She began to play gently with my clit as she nibbled on my nipples, and after a few moments of teasing my clit her finger entered me again. She alternated like this for a few minutes, driving me wild and making my blood boil. Then she positioned herself between my legs and lowered her mouth to my pussy. She probed with her tongue and ran it along my lips. Finally, it settled on my clit and she began to rub it gently, rhythmically, sending waves of fire racing out from my pussy, up through my body and down through my extremities.

  When her finger entered me, again I moaned loudly as she rubbed my G-Spot and licked my clit. I couldn’t help but to feel a powerful orgasm building as I pushed my hips up off the bed, seeking deeper penetration of her finger and greater pressure on my clit. My orgasm came in waves of heat and fiery ecstasy and forced my back and hips up from the bed. I could feel the juices flowing out of my pussy, running past my asshole as my whole body was racked with orgasmic delight.

  As I returned back to reality, I lowered my body back on my bed, reaching down and stroking LaVette's cheek with my hand as I moved her away from my now over-sensitive clit. I drew her up the bed to me as I felt a desperate need to French kiss her, to express my desire for this woman without being sexual. She seemed to understand my need and we kissed deeply and tenderly. After the kiss, she snuggled close to me, closing her eyes. After a few minutes, just like that she was asleep as I lay here now listening to a totally spent LaVette. She was now snoring in my ear, as I couldn’t help but to think of about what just happened. This whole act made me think as I came to the realization that I needed to reevaluate myself sexually. For the first time in my wild and crazy sex life, I suddenly realized that I do have a sexual appetite for women. After I thought about it, this is when I realized I wanted more.

  Chapter 10 – Carissa

  June 1988

  Downtown Apartments

  Columbia, Missouri

  Leland would surely return in a few minutes, I assured myself as I picked up the book, intending to read only a few pages, but when I began to read it, it had me extremely intrigued that I was half way through the volume when I became aware of the chiming hall clock. Midnight, and Leland still hadn't come home. Although I had thrown him out of a couple days prior, I still cared about his old trifling ass. He really hurt me with his silly secret plan to get me involved with LaVette so he can sneak and fuck around with Tangie behind my back.

  Suddenly, I heard somebody outside the door, shaking the doorknob as if they were trying to get in the house. If course, I assumed that it was Leland, doing his crying act like always to get back in the house. So I got up off the couch and strolled over to the window. As
I looked out the window, I didn’t see his car anywhere, so I got a little suspicious as I made my way in the den to find my .38 caliber pistol that I kept in the drawer next to the couch. Before I could get to the den, all of a sudden the unknown assailant began to beat hard against the door, trying to break it open. As I ran toward the drawer, the door busted open and two men came running into my apartment. When I saw them approaching me I jumped down next to the drawer, opening it, searching for my gun, which was not in the drawer. As I was trying to get up to run, one of the men grabbed my arms from behind and pulled me back, slamming me hard on the floor. My head hit the floor so hard I passed out. When I came too, I remember my hands and feet were bound together and my mouth was covered with some type of gag to keep from screaming. I was so scared, because they had me in some dark secluded place, which was cold. I could tell that they had my head covered with some type of burlap bag or something, which smelled horrific as I heard the sounds of them walking around me. I was sitting in a chair and I felt my clothes had been ripped from me and I was so frighten, because I didn’t know why they had me tied up or what they wanted. I didn’t know what they were going to do to me.

  After about what seemed to be an eternity, somebody finally came in the room to talk to me. I could tell they must have been in charge because the others stopped what they were doing. As he came closer to me, all I could smell was the sweet aroma of his cologne, which I had to admit, smelled extremely pleasant. As I heard his steps as he slowly strolled completely around my chair, slowly taking smooth and precise steps, moving around until he reached the front of me, where he stopped. He pulled the burlap bag from my head and removed my gag from my mouth. I slowly opened my eyes, taking in the highly illuminated light bulb that was now shining in my face. All I could see was the silhouette of him as he stood there, gazing down at me. I could now feel the draft of air as it briskly stroked across my exposed breasts, making my nipples hard in the process. I could tell by the sound of the other men in the background that they liked what they saw as he chuckled along with their whispers.

  Finally, he took out a cigarette, fired it up, took a puff and then he began to speak to me.

  “So…tell me my dear…do you know why you’re here?”

  As I squinted my eyes, trying to clear my focus to see who I was conversing with, I answered, “No…I don’t…why are you doing this to me?”

  “Look…I don’t want to hurt you, but I believe you have some information of interest that needs to be shared with me.” “I’m looking for someone and I believe you know where to find them.” “If you give me what I seek…I will let you go with no questions, but if you decide to hold out on me then…you will end up like your friend.”

  I looked up at him as my vision was now becoming more focused, “What friend…Leland…what did you do to Leland?” “WHERE IS HE?”

  “Well…let’s just say that Mr. Leland went on a little fishing expedition in the Missouri River.” “Would you like to join him?”

  I gazed up at him studying his distinctive facial features closely, than it tumbled on me like a ton of bricks, as I kept staring at his face, looking into his eyes. I almost went into total devastation as I finally recognized who this man truly was. I thought to myself, “This has got to be him…Tangie’s Papa…this all makes perfect sense now!” “What I’m I gonna do?”

  As I began to answer his question, I was careful to use choice words, “I think I know why I’m here…yes….Sir…I know what you want from me…I can help you find her!”

  He looked at me with an “I can’t believe this bitch expression,” as he replied.

  “You know what I want…than TELL ME BITCH…RIGHT NOW!”

  He grabbed my face with his left hand, staring at me, with his eyes beaming deep into mine, burning my soul as he waited for me to go on with my answer. As I was preparing to speak, he immediately cut me off, “Well bitch…don’t you have a fuckin’ answer?”

  When he said that, I immediately felt my urine running uncontrollably down between my legs, because I had never been so scared in my entire life. He smiled as he watched the pee running from between my legs down on the floor under my chair as he slowly took out his revolver from his coat. At that instance, I think he knew he had control of my emotions as he released the grip he had on my face, slightly pushing my head back as he stood up straight, cocking the revolver he now had in his right hand.

  In my mind, I was going crazy as I was now struggling whether to tell him what he wanted, which would surely end with my demise or to come up with some way to pacify him. Of course, my choices were limited to either betray Tangie by revealing her whereabouts to him, which would still end with me dead or to save my own ass by coming up with a brilliant plan to convince him to allow me to take him to her instead of just telling him. I hoped this would at least buy me some time and maybe, just maybe I would be able to warn Tangie that he was coming for her. I stared at him, opening my mouth as I began to speak, “I know where she is…please just let me take you to her.”

  He laughed as he replied, “Why do I need you to do that…you can just give me her whereabouts and I’ll let you go on your merry way.”

  I smiled as I replied, “Do you think that I’m dumb enough to believe that if I told you where she was you’d just let me go?”

  “Naw…you’re right…if you gave me what I wanted, I’d check it out and if I find out you lied…I’d kill you…but just for the record, when you do tell me what I want to know…I’m still gonna kill you so you might think about working on convincing me why I SHOULDN’T do that!”

  “Well Sir…that’s why I should lead you to her, because Tangie knows me.” “I’ve helped her in the past.” “I could convince her to let her guard down. If I’m there to talk to her before you go busting in the place, she will just come on her own!” “Then you’ll see that I’m here to help you…you’ll see my loyalty to you Don Laurie.”

  What happened next took me by total surprise as I heard his response, “You know…it would be ashamed to let a pretty young thang like you go to fuckin’ waste…so I’m gonna let you lead me to her…convince her to come with me…but if she doesn’t you’re dead…if she does come back to me, than you’re gonna give me some of that pussy…comprendre (French for the word understand)?”

  I quickly shook my head in the affirmative as one of his henchmen immediately stood behind me, cutting my bound wrists from the back of the chair and then moving down to release my tied ankles from their bondage. I stood up slowly as Tangie’s Papa stepped up in front of my face. His juicy sexy lips just inches from mine as he stared me up and down like I was a piece of merchandise. I got a real good look at this man up close and personal, realizing how fine and attractive he was and smelling his cologne, which took ownership of me like a drug. From that point on, for some odd reason, I knew I wanted to give him some nookie. I thought, “I just needed to get his trust…how do I do this so he won’t snuff me out?”

  Suddenly, without warning he grabbed my arm slightly as we began to stroll out of that dark secluded location. When we finally reached outside, I noticed that it was now dawn. The sun was about to make it entrance for the day, which meant that I must have spent the entire night in captivity. As we strolled out to his limousine, I kept trying to stay focused, but this man had my interest. Maybe it was the fact that I knew he had the power to take my life at a moment’s notice that intrigued me or the fact that his lifestyle was so notorious. Whatever it was, it had me wet with desire. I thought, “Damn…so this is Tangie’s Papa…I wonder what she was running from.” “Why was she trying to get away from him?”

  As we got in the limousine, I thought he would sit next to me, but he moved to position himself to sit directly in front of me. As I looked at him sitting there, I adjusted my now torn blouse so that he could get a glimpse of my large breasts. I could tell he was trying to keep his composure as I slightly opened my big thighs in front of him. He had a perfect view of my exposed pussy, allowing him to see
that I was not wearing any panties. He smiled slightly as he turned his head from my view as the limousine began to drive out of the parking lot. I knew at that moment that he was intrigued with my body, as I continued to use it in my advantage. This man being smart had to know that I was trying to survive, so he didn’t play into my teasing at first. He stared at me and said, “So…where is she?”

  I looked at him with an innocent expression as I replied, “She’s with a man who goes by the name of “Pimpin Jay.”

  He looked at me with excitement as he replied, “WHAT…ROCSOE?” “That muthafucka…Pimpin Jay has my baby girl?”

  “You know him,” I asked with surprise in my voice.

  “Yeah…I know him…this means my daughter is whoring huh?”

  I looked at him as I shook my head in the affirmative.

  Suddenly, he picked up the car phone and instructed the driver to go to Roscoe’s House of Pleasures, which shocked me. At that point, I couldn’t help but to wonder what’s my fate, because he had the information he needed to get Tangie back. I immediately crossed my legs, closing my exposed pussy and tried to cover my breasts as the limousine raced toward our destination. After about fifteen minutes, we were at the Roscoe’s place. As the limo approached the club, it stopped just short of the parking lot. Andrew lowered his window slightly to get a glimpse of the place. The place looked lifeless after a night of sexual entertainment had come to a halt. He motioned for some of his men who were in another car to go toward the club to check it out. As they were getting out of their car to go to investigate, Andrew looked at me and said, “She’d better be here…I don’t make promises I don’t keep!”

  After he said that he looked out the window as he watched the men go up to the door and around the back of the club. Suddenly one of them motioned for him to him to come up to the club. He looked at me and grabbed my arm as he began to drag me out of the car. We both strolled up to the entrance of the club going into the place. As we walked into the club, I immediately saw two of Roscoe’s men on the floor. One was bleeding profusely and the other seemed to be dead. We kept walking down the hall until we reached an office where in the chair was Fancie Fresh sitting with two of Andrew’s henchmen keeping her in place. Andrew instructed a third henchman to take me as he slowly strolled over to her.