by Chunichi
“Yes, I do. She was a very dear friend of mine.”
“Was?”
“Yes. You didn’t hear?” My heart raced as I realized Chastity had no idea.
“Hear what?”
“Ceazia passed.” I looked down as my eyes began to fill with tears.
“Damn, I had no idea.” Chastity paused as she stared into space. “Well, our work here is done.” She stood up. “You’re hired. Welcome to the team. I have to tell you, I don’t normally hire on the spot. Most girls who apply have to come in during the week on amateur nights until they prove they’re ready for a scheduled set. But on the strength of C, you’ve got the job. When would you like to start?”
“Tonight!” I said, full of excitement.
“See you then.”
“Thank you!” I walked out of the office. “And thank you,” I said as I looked up to the sky. “I knew you were looking down on me. I love you, girl.” I sent love up to Ceazia.
Chapter 8
“Sex with You Is Like . . .”
Calico
I don’t know if it was the six-hour plane ride from Los Angeles to Norfolk, or if it was the weed that I had been smoking on my way to Jewel’s house, because I was so high, I drove past her house three times before I realized it. But whatever was the cause, all I knew was, I was horny as a muthafucka, and I wanted some pussy.
“So you like my place?” Jewel asked me as we walked into her immaculate home.
I had to give it up to her because, from a quick look at things, her spot impressed me. And I wasn’t the easiest person to impress. “Yeah, I’m actually feeling it.” I smiled.
Jewel pointed out all the details and showed off at the same time. “I bought it brand-new about a year ago. So when they were building it, I had the builder put in all custom shit—Canadian maple floors, granite countertops, stainless steel kitchen appliances, all of that.”
I nodded my head, but I didn’t verbally respond to Jewel. I walked behind her and followed her from the living room to the kitchen and then back toward the living room.
Jewel had on an Ed Hardy wife-beater, and I could tell that she didn’t have a bra on, because her firm, full titties were packed so tight into her shirt that I could see the full imprint of her nipples. She also had on some black Twisted Heart sweatpants and a pair of Gucci slippers. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Jewel’s sexy feet, and as horny as I was at that moment, it didn’t take much for me to get turned on.
As I walked behind her and watched her fat ass jiggling around in her sweatpants, my dick instantly got hard. “You ain’t wearing no panties, are you?” I knew that my question had caught Jewel off guard, but I could tell that she didn’t take offense.
She turned around and said with a smile, “Excuse you.”
“You and your sexy-ass feet.” I grabbed my crotch.
“Calico, stop playing. Let me finish showing you the rest of the house. Come on, let’s go upstairs,” Jewel instructed me as she reached the base of the semi-spiral staircase that led to the second floor.
“But am I right, though?” I asked.
“Calico, please.”
“You owe me one.”
“What you mean?” Jewel asked.
“One sexual pleasure,” I said, reminding her of the bet she’d lost.
“Fuck!” Jewel yelled then turned toward me and smiled as she slowly pulled down on the front of her sweatpants, exposing her Brazilian waxed pussy to me. And just as quickly as she had flashed me, she pulled her pants back up. “Satisfied?” she asked, and she started to head up the steps.
“Oh, shit! That’s what I’m talking about!” I said as I caught up to her and wrapped my arms around her from behind.
I started to caress both of Jewel’s breasts and kissed on her neck. Jewel made a slight erotic gasp. I could tell that she was enjoying how I kissed and touched her body.
“Baby, you giving me chills,” she said. “We can’t do this now. Come on, stop. Let’s chill.” She removed my hands from her breast.
“I want chu right now,” I whispered into her ear, kissing on it at the same time. And without her permission, I slid my right hand into her pants and started massaging her clit with my middle finger. “Oh my God!” Jewel said.
I could tell that she was turned on because of how wet her pussy was. I slipped my middle finger into her pussy and I started to finger-fuck her right there on the steps.
Jewel began moving her hips as if she was dancing to a reggae song and she was getting more and more turned on by the minute. “We gotta stop, baby,” she said to me, while trying to remove my hand from her pants.
But I could tell that she wasn’t really putting up any true resistance. She turned and faced me, and when she did, she dropped her cell phone on the steps.
I turned her back around so that her back was again to my chest, and I pulled her sweatpants down to her ankles.
“Calico, okay, wait, just let me get my phone,” she said to me.
My dick harder than Chinese arithmetic, I could care less about her phone. “Fuck the phone.” I stepped on it with my foot and slid it down to the next step below the one I was standing on.
While I palmed Jewel’s ass cheeks with my left hand, I used my right hand to quickly unbuckle my LRG jeans. I was feeling like a dog in heat, so I didn’t bother to take off my shoes, my jewelry, my shirt, or anything. I simply pulled my pants and my boxers down around my thighs so that my dick was fully exposed.
At this point, Jewel had slipped out of her slippers and had managed to fully work herself out of her sweatpants. I bent her over and slid my dick into her pussy from the back and started pumping like a porno star.
Jewel reached her hands forward and balanced herself by placing her right hand on the steps in front of her and her left hand onto the handrail next to her.
“Aaaahhhh fuck!” Jewel screamed out. “Calico, your dick feels so damn good!”
“Your pussy is tight as hell! I wanted to fuck you from the first day I saw you!” I steadily continued to fuck her.
I pulled her wife-beater forward so that her titties were fully exposed. I watched them sway back and forth as I hit her ass doggy-style. The sight alone of her big ass slamming against my stomach was enough to make me cum, but I knew that I couldn’t cum before her. And from the way she was throwing her ass back at me, I could tell that she was really close to reaching her peak.
Jewel turned her head and said to me, “Baby, we ain’t even using a condom.”
“I know, I know. Don’t worry, though. I’ll make sure I pull out before I cum,” I said, hoping that would be enough to persuade Jewel to let me finish fucking her.
Jewel didn’t respond, so I took that as my cue to keep going. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled on it, and fucked her even harder.
“Oh, yes! I love that! Fuck me harder!” she screamed.
I complied with her instructions, and about thirty seconds later she let me know that she was cumming. And not long after that, I could feel myself about to cum as well. Her pussy felt so damn good, I didn’t want to pull out, but I had given her my word that I would.
“Turn around,” I instructed Jewel as I pulled my dick out of her pussy. “I wanna cum on your titties!”
She turned around and sat on one of the steps and cupped her titties so that she was pressing them together. I stroked my dick a few times and then shot cum all over her breasts.
“Oh, shit! That was good! I needed that!” I said to her.
Jewel looked at me and smiled. And then she stood up and mushed me in my face. “Nigga, you better have a got-damn condom next time!”
“Definitely,” I said. I pulled up my pants and I began to fix my belt buckle. I watched Jewel use her wife-beater to wipe the cum off her breasts. I was satisfied that I had accomplished my mission.
My mission was to get her to totally trust me so that she would be willing to do anything for me that I needed her to do. I had already pacified her with a little a bit of
bread, and seeing that she had let me so easily fuck her “raw dawg” with no condom, I knew she had to trust a nigga. But, then again, at the same time I had to be smart, because Jewel could’ve just as easily been a hoe-ass trick who was just trying to set me up to snake me somehow.
Chapter 9
“All Chicks Are the Same”
Touch
“Jewel! What up, ace?” I answered my cell phone, happy to hear from my homie. “Hello?” I said, after not hearing any response on the other end. I held my phone forward to double-check the name that was on the screen, and it was definitely Jewel’s name that appeared on my phone.
My first thought was that we had a bad cell phone connection, and I was about to hang up and call her right back. But then I heard some noise in the background. I listened more closely to try and decipher what it was that I was hearing. After listening closely, I realized that Jewel must have called my cell phone by mistake.
“Aaahhh fuck! Calico, your dick feels so damn good.”
“What the fuck?” I said out loud. I balled my face up.
“Your pussy is tight as hell. I wanted to fuck you from the first day I saw you.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was hoping it was just some kind of sick trick that Jewel and Calico were playing on me.
“Baby, we ain’t even using a condom.”
“I know, I know. Don’t worry, though. I’ll make sure I pull out before I cum.”
“Oh, yes! I love that! Fuck me harder!”
As I continued to listen, I could literally hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, so I knew that Jewel and Calico were actually fucking. I twisted my lips and shook my head in disgust. How the fuck Jewel gone sell out like that? I couldn’t believe this shit I was hearing.
“Turn around. I wanna cum on your titties.”
“Oh, shit! That was good! I needed that.”
“Nigga, you better have a gotdamn condom next time!”
“Definitely.”
I listened for a little while longer and I could hear Jewel and Calico rummaging around and making small talk with each other. It sounded like they were done fucking. Fuming, I hung up on my end. I didn’t know what pissed me off more, the fact that Jewel was acting like a naïve schoolgirl and was actually falling into Calico’s trap, or that Calico would disrespect the game and fuck with Jewel on that level.
I tried to go back to watching sports highlights on ESPN, but I had to admit, hearing that phone call had fucked my head up. Jewel was my female road dawg, and although we had never really caught feelings for one another, there was a small part of me that kind of made me feel like she was my girl. So listening to that phone call and hearing Calico fuck her was kind of like me hearing some nigga fuck my bitch. I could just picture that shit. I ain’t gon’ lie, a nigga was real fucked-up.
I got up and went to my kitchen to get a Heineken. After I cracked it open and took a few swigs, I decided to call Jewel. I dialed her number, and her cell phone just rang out to voice mail. I waited a few minutes and called her house phone, and again she didn’t pick up, and it rang out to voice mail.
Yo, I can’t believe she fucking falling for that clown-ass nigga, I said to myself as I walked back to my flat-screen television.
What was wild was, as I sat and watched ESPN, the announcers started talking about that old beef that Kobe Bryant and Shaquille O’Neal had a few years ago when they were on the same team. Stuart Scott from ESPN, the cool black dude that all of the other announcers try to be like, kept it real, saying how it was wrong for Kobe to snitch on Shaquille O’Neal like he’d done when he got caught cheating on his wife. He continued on and was saying how in his mind that was probably the last straw for Shaquille O’Neal and that was probably what made him demand a trade to the Miami Heat.
Then he summed it up by saying that at the end of the day it also was probably just a situation where Kobe’s ego and Shaquille’s ego were just too fucking big for the two of them to be on the same team together.
It was crazy for me to be hearing the commentators talking about that because, in a lot of ways, that was how I was feeling about me and Calico. Here that nigga was from Cali-muthafuckin’-fornia, and he was all the way on the East Coast, in my town, coming across like he owned the muthafucking key to the city, and like he was the man and shit. Granted, Calico was a big reason why a lot of niggas was eating, and he and I had done a lot of business together, but that nigga had crossed the line this time.
At one point this nigga used to be humble and about his bread. Fast-forward a year or two, and the nigga is all Hollywood all of a sudden. Now the nigga wants to fuck every bitch, floss in all the clubs, and do all kinds of high-profile shit. I’d learned a long time ago, whenever a nigga stops being humble and it starts becoming all about them, that’s when it’s time to cut niggas off and stop fucking with them. I mean, I seen it time and time again, niggas go and get Hollywood, and then they get fucking sloppy and fuck shit up for everybody. Hell, that’s how I ended up in the penitentiary.
Calico was my man, so I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was planning on using Jewel’s ass so that he could use her crib as a stash house, like he was doing with a bunch of other chicks. He was gonna chill in her spot for a spell and run his product from there, cook up, stash some money and a few guns. Then when he felt like her spot was getting hot, he would be on to the next chick.
Fuck that nigga Calico! I thought to myself. This is my motherfucking town! I was gonna play shit cool, but it was definitely time for me to start making moves so that I could phase Calico out. I had a plan, but to be honest, the easiest plan would have been to pay one of those young-ass cats trying to make a name for themselves to make his ass disappear. It wasn’t like he was untouchable. And, after all, my name was Touch.
Chapter 10
“Love & Hate”
Jewel
Sexy muthafucka. I looked at a sleeping Calico. My body ached from a night of continuous fucking as I rose from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror with shame. I spoke to my reflection. “You are officially a bona fide whore!” I couldn’t believe the shit I’d done. Not only did I let this nigga fuck me as soon as he got there, but I let him fuck me raw! I guess when a bitch is on a one-month drought, the pussy has a mind of its own. I ain’t gon’ front—I wanted some dick, but a bitch should have at least had a little class about herself. All I can say was, at least that shit was good. I knew it had to be something golden about this nigga for him to have so many bitches, yet no drama. Shit, the money and dick alone was enough to keep my mouth shut! Plus, this nigga’s body was as flawless as a coin in mint condition.
I jumped in the shower and threw on some clothes so that I’d look my best when Calico woke. The time was nine o’clock. Remembering Touch needed me to take him to the airport, I called him up.
He answered the phone with little emotion, “What’s up?”
“Ugh! What’s wrong with you?” I said, noticing he wasn’t himself.
“Nothing. What’s the deal?” Touch responded with the same tone as before.
“Well, I just remember you said something about the airport the other day. When you going?”
“Today.”
“Today? Why didn’t you call me?”
“I was gonna just use short-term parking.”
“No, I’m taking you. What time is your flight?”
“Three o’clock.”
“Okay. Meet me at my house, and we’ll leave from here.”
“A’ight.”
“Cool,” I responded then hung up the phone.
Realizing I only had a few hours before it was time to take Touch to the airport, I rushed to cook Calico breakfast. Thinking of something quick, I decided to cook omelets.
Before I was finished, Calico was on his way into the kitchen. “Yeah, I better have some breakfast waiting. Especially when you be cooking that nigga Touch breakfast.” He hugged me from behind.
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bsp; “Whatever, nigga. Don’t think you gon’ be getting this kind of treatment every morning, though.” I let him know the deal right off the bat.
“I ain’t trying to hear that shit. You gon’ do whatever it takes to keep a nigga happy,” Calico said confidently.
Yep. As long as you keeping this bitch happy by keeping the money coming, I thought.
“What you smirking at?” Calico asked.
I guess my thoughts were written all over my face. “Nothing. Just thinking about what you said.”
“So you ain’t trying to keep a nigga happy?”
I responded with a question just as important, “You trying to keep a bitch happy?”
“No doubt. I got you. I thought you already knew that.”
“Nah. That could just be preliminary game you throwing. You can see from how I do things that I’m not your average chick. I like nice things and love having my way. So are you really trying to hold me down?” I asked, to see where his head was really at.
“Jewel, I got you, baby. Relax. Let shit take its course.” Calico took a seat at the breakfast bar.
“Okay then. Well, I got you,” I said, as I handed him his food.
I cleaned up the kitchen and straightened the small mess we’d made in my bedroom as Calico ate.
When he finished he met me in the bedroom. “I’m about to run out,” he said. “You didn’t tell anybody I was here, did you?”
“Nope,” I said, just now remembering he’d told me not to tell anyone of his visit. Luckily, I hadn’t told anyone.
“You sure about that? Not even your homeboy?”
“I guess you’re referring to Touch but, to answer your question, no, I didn’t tell him.”
