12 Day's In December

by Roy Glenn

  “Everybody all right?” Wanda shouted.

  “Fine,” Bobby said.

  “I’m good,” I said and the three of us headed quickly back to Bobby’s car.

  “What was that about?” Bobby asked as Wanda drove away from there fast.

  “Gun.”

  “That bitch nigga,” Bobby said.

  “He got away,” I said. “But he won’t be hard to find.”

  “You wanna go after him now?” Wanda asked.

  “After we drop you off.”

  “Why, Mike? Why do I have to get dropped off?” Wanda asked.

  “Because I don’t want you to die, Wanda. I can’t lose you too,” I said, and Wanda had nothing to say, which I’ve come to understand means that I’m right, or at the very least, she couldn’t argue with my logic.

  Anyway, Wanda drove back to my apartment to pick up her car. She got out and after me and Bobby promised to come back for her, Wanda handed him his keys and we rolled out.

  “You really wanna go after Gun now?” Bobby asked as he drove away from there.

  “We can if you want to, but it’s your birthday, so fuck that. We can put our hands on that fuck anytime we want. Like first thing tomorrow morning.”

  “I’m for that.”

  “But I, unlike you, don’t believe we should be puttin’ in work on your birthday.”

  “Solomon needed his arrogant ass kicked.”

  “True,” I said, and took out some weed to roll. “So what you wanna do?”

  “I already told you. I wanna get fucked up and fuck as many hos as we can.”

  “Stop by a liquor store.” I wanted to get a couple of pints of Remy and then … “I got something special in mind for your birthday.”

  “That’s why you my nigga,” Bobby said and after we stopped at the store, I told him to drive downtown.

  Earlier this month, Gomez Estaban put us on to this private club where they had some of the most beautiful women either one of us had ever seen. When we went there, there were three women that did what they called erotic expressionism. Basically, they danced around, used lights, props and shock value while they had sex.

  The shit was kinda on, but Bobby was down to fuck one, two or all three, but when they told him how much, Bobby told them to kiss every inch of his pretty black ass, and we left and went to Cynt’s.

  “That don’t even make no fuckin’ sense. Ten grand! Come on, be for fucking real.”

  But I had it all arranged for him, ’cause I didn’t give a fuck about the money and to be honest, neither does Bobby. For him it was the principle of it.

  “Because ten fuckin’ grand is ridiculous,” he said and refused to go.

  “I got the hookup from Gomez,” I lied. “It’s all taken care of.”

  “What about you?”

  “They were a little on the boney side for me. But that’s your thing, so have a good time and enjoy yourself,” I said, and we got out of the car and went inside. I didn’t have any hookup from Gomez, shit, I even paid the man an extra five grand, so the women wouldn’t say no to anything he wanted.

  I took a seat at the bar and watched the show along with the guys who couldn’t afford the private show, much less the price of pussy in that joint. And when Bobby came out, we went back uptown and went to Wanda’s apartment. She had the weed rolled, a bottle of Remy and was ready to ride when we got there.

  “You catch Gun?” she asked.

  “Nope,” Bobby said.

  “I didn’t think so. You two ain’t as slick as you think you are. Y’all just wanted to get rid of me for a couple of hours,” she said snatching the keys out of Bobby’s hand.

  “I don’t know what you're talking about, and if I did I’d have to tell you that it was Mike’s idea.”

  “Thought so.” She got in and started the car. “All you had to do was say so.” Wanda dropped the car in drive and she drove off. Since it was December, the three of us went back to celebrating and that meant we were getting fucked up, going from spot to spot having the best time with the people that meant the most to me.

  I looked in the front seat at them. Wanda was driving, leaning on the armrest with a drink in her right hand, steering the car with her left with the bob between her fingers. Bobby was sitting next to her, explaining to her why he felt like it was his responsibility to fuck every woman he sees and wants. I drain the cup of Remy I was drinking and felt fortunate to have friends like them. I looked at the empty seat next to me.

  I’m sorry, Vickie.

  We got to The Late Night a little after one in the morning and I was surprised at what I found waiting for me. And believe me, not much surprises me.

  Chapter Four

  December 16

  Donna Smith.

  I don’t think that she saw me when I came in, but she was sitting at the bar, sipping champagne from a flute while she talked to Sammy, so I assumed that she was there to take me up on my offer to be her occasional convenience. As I made my way through the crowd, shaking hands with the fellas and getting hugs and kisses from the females, I thought about my desire for the company of smart professional women. Donna was a paralegal and one day she’ll be a lawyer.

  It made me think of Cortisha, she was a very successful research chemist, and the smartest person I’d ever met. One day, Michaela will probably be a corporate vice president. And Carmen; she had so much potential to do so many great things with her life.

  Each of them would be better off without a thug nigga like me in their life. It’s funny and at the same time it’s sad that I am drawn to and fascinated by women like Donna, Cortisha, Michaela and Carmen, and at the same time, be drawn like a moth to a flame to women like Anya and Lo-Lo for no reason other than they are fine as hell, freaky as fuck and wanted to do it all the time.

  “If I could find the perfect combination of smart, freaky as fuck and just a little dangerous I’d probably marry her,” I said and laughed because the perfect woman does not exist in the world.

  When Donna saw me, she raised her glass in recognition. Sammy refilled her glass and once he saw me, he poured a glass of Remy and had it on the bar next to her glass when I got there.

  “Hello, Donna.”

  “Hi, Mike.”

  “This is a surprise,” I said and picked up my glass and raised it to her before I shot it.

  “No, it’s not.” Donna sipped her champagne. “You were expecting me. Maybe not this soon, but you knew I would come, didn’t you?”

  “I hoped you would and I’m glad you came. Can I get you another glass of champagne?”

  “No. I was just sipping to pass the time.” Donna leaned close to me. “I have a room nearby,” she said and kissed me on the cheek.

  “Then we should go,” I said, as Donna stood up and I helped her on with her coat. We left The Late Night and she drove us to the hotel where she had reserved a suite. Since she barely wanted me to know her name, I imagine knowing where she lived was definitely out of the question.

  When we kissed I could taste the champagne on her tongue. My hands roamed over her soft body, caressing her thick thighs and her beautiful titties through the wool dress she was wearing. Donna began to run her hand across my back then she took my face into her hands and kissed me passionately.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this since I saw you,” Donna said, fumbling with my belt buckle while she continued to snatch kisses from me.

  I pulled the dress over her head and quickly unhooked her demi-cup bra that her pretty titties were already spilling out of. I kissed her again, nibbled on her chin, sucked her arched neck, while she pulled down my pants, dropped to her knees and began to stroke me. I took off my shirt and looked down at Donna as she ran her tongue along the sides of my shaft before pulling me in and out of her mouth allowing me to tap her throat.

  I ran my fingers through her hair while she teased the head with her tongue, and then slowly worked her way down. I guided her head, enjoying the incredible feeling of those soft we
t lips working back and forth, lavishing it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth again. The feeling was so good, too good and so, I reached for Donna and pulled her up from the floor. We looked in each other’s eyes and our tongues met again.

  I picked Donna up, carried her to the bed and laid her across it. As our tongues attacked each other, my hands slid across her titties. I squeezed them and admired them as her nipples grew harder as I ran my tongue across the pebbled peaks. I slid my hand down her firm belly and eased my finger inside Donna’s wetness and it coated my fingers. I looked into her sexy eyes as I stroked her.

  “You are so fuckin wet.”

  Donna closed her eyes and I felt her body trembling as I slid another finger inside her. I watched as she bit her bottom lip to hold in her scream. When I laid down next to her, Donna rolled on top of me and attacked my tongue. I cupped her ass as she grinded her body into mine.

  I eased myself inside her, Donna was so wet, and it felt so good to be inside her. It sent warm sensations rushing through my body. She rocked her hips, slamming her body into mine and I felt her juices drench my balls and the sheets beneath me.

  She rode me very slowly, grinding her hips and using her internal muscles to hold me in her grip. When she began winding her hips I grabbed and squeezed her ass as she began to buck harder and harder on top of me. She leaned forward, grabbed me by the shoulders, and began slamming her dripping wet pussy down on my dick furiously until her whole body began to shake on top of mine.

  “Ooh shit!” she screamed, and I flipped her over on her back. Donna raked her fingernails gently across my back, and then kissed and sucked my neck. She began licking and sucking my nipple until it grew hard under her tongue, the sensation made me tremble.

  I thrust myself inside her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I grabbed Donna’s ass and kept pulling it toward me to meet my every hard stroke. There was no telling when or if I would get this pussy again, so I planned to get all I could of her now. She moaned her approval of what I was doing.

  “Get this pussy!” Donna screamed, and I did just that, slamming my body against hers while she worked her hips and inner muscles. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut, Donna grinded her hips in circles and then up and down until I was so deep inside her that her body started to convulse.

  I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it hard, it made her muscles tighten around me in spasms.

  “I’m coming! Oh shit! I’m coming!” she screamed, and it made my body begin to rock, before I went rigid and exploded inside her.

  We laid there for a while, I don’t know, five minutes at most, before she looked over at me.

  “That was great. I needed that.” She shook her head. “You just don’t know how badly I needed that,” Donna said and rolled out of bed.

  She scooped up her clothes and headed for the bathroom. That let me know that we were done for the night and she’d be leaving once she came out. When Donna came out of the bathroom fully dressed, she came to the bed and kissed me.

  “I know where to find you.” Donna kissed me again and headed for the door. Once the door closed, I got out of bed, took a shower and got outta there.

  I thought about going back to The Late Night, but I decided to go home instead. I poured myself a drink, smoked a bob and went to bed. I don’t know what time it was when I heard the door open and Lo-Lo and Anya came in. I remember them coming in the room, us speaking and seeing them in different stages of getting undressed, but that was it before I was asleep again.

  It was after three when I woke up in bed alone. After a good yawn and stretch I began to focus. When I did, I realized that I was a little hung over and it was too damn bright in here. I covered my eyes and that’s when I heard Bobby’s voice in the living room. I opened my eyes slowly and tried to take in as little light as possible until my eyes adjusted before I moved. When I finally did move, it was mostly because I had to go to the bathroom.

  “What’s up, Mike,” Bobby said when I came out.

  “My head hurts,” I said and headed for the couch. Anya was sitting next to Lo-Lo, but she moved so I could sit in between them.

  “What you got up for the day?” he said.

  “Same thing we always do,” I said and looked at Anya and Lo-Lo. “But we need to be about finding Gun.”

  “So, let’s get to it,” Bobby said.

  “I’ma take a shower,” I said and stood up. When I did Lo-Lo and Anya got up too and followed me into the bedroom.

  “Don’t be all day!” I heard Bobby yell as Lo-Lo got to the door.

  “You might as well relax, he’s gonna be a minute,” she said and closed the door behind us.

  “You need to feed us before you go,” Anya said as she and Lo-Lo began to get undressed. Okay, it’s gonna take a while for me to get ready.

  “You know you can’t leave us hanging like that,” Lo-Lo said and crawled up on the bed.

  “Can’t have that, now can we,” I said and tried my damn level best to give my girls what they needed. Once we did what we do and took a shower, I got dressed and left with Bobby.

  Since it was December, you know what we did. Went straight to the liquor store and got a bottle. Now that we were armed, I sparked up the bob and we headed for Co-op city to where some of the Gunner’s people slang. We were just about there when Bobby’s phone rang.

  “Hello,” Bobby answered.

  I could hear a female voice and she sounded frantic. Which meant it wasn’t Wanda.

  “It’s Veneshia.” He handed me the phone.

  “Hey, V.”

  “You need to come up here as soon as you can, Daddy,” Veneshia said.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Detective Cavanagh is here, talkin’ ’bout arresting all of us if you don’t come up here and talk to him right away,” Veneshia said excitedly.

  “Calm down, Veneshia. I’m on my way.”

  “Thank you, Daddy, I wasn’t feeling like going to jail.”

  “It’s all right, nobody’s going to jail.”

  “I’m sorry, he came in with one of our regulars and he wouldn’t take no money. He just wanted to see you.”

  “Don’t worry, Veneshia. Me and Bobby are on our way there right now,” I said, Bobby nodded, and he drove to the apartment that we had set up for her and the ladies to work out of after we killed Silky.

  When we got there an hour later, Cavanagh was sitting in the main room with a few of the ladies, but he was chit chatting with Star. I acknowledged his presence and then went to talk to Veneshia while Bobby went in there with Cavanagh.

  “Hey, Daddy,” Veneshia said and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  “Is everything alright?”

  “It is now that you’re here.”

  “He didn’t hurt anybody, did he?”

  “No, he ain’t hurt nobody. I think he came to fuck for free. He already had two of the ladies, Daddy.”

  I laughed. “And he’s talking up on Star now.”

  “He recovers quick, but he don’t last long. Darla said she rocked the house a few times and he was dropping his load.”

  “Okay, let me go see what this mutha fucka wants.”

  “Money.”

  “Yeah. Come on,” I said, and Veneshia followed me into the living room. By the time we got there, Bobby had sent the ladies away and it was just him and Cavanagh sitting quietly staring at one another.

  “What can we do for you, Detective?” I asked and sat down. Veneshia stood behind me.

  “You’re doing big things, Black,” Cavanagh began, and I knew right then that Veneshia was right. The Detective was there for money. “I mean look at this place, and all these beautiful ladies.” Cavanagh shook his hand like it was hot or on fire or some shit like that. “And this isn’t all you got going on.” He stood up and looked out the window. “I heard that you took over all of Andre’s gambling businesses. Yeah, you and Bobby—” He nodded his head. “You’re doing big things.”

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bsp; “Thank you,” I said.

  Bobby looked at me. The look on his face told me that he was in no mood for the game Cavanagh seemed intent on playing. “Now, what can we do for you, Detective?” he asked. Everybody in the room knew why he was there, he needed to get to it.

  Cavanagh turned around and laughed. “You know why I’m here, Black.”

  “No, Detective, I don’t know why you’re here. Your business is with Andre.”

  “Just like ours,” Bobby said and leaned forward. “This is Andre’s business, and we pay him for the privilege of running it for him.”

  I stood up and walked toward him. When he moved like he was going for his gun, I stopped because I wasn’t trying to die, not over this. I put my hands up.

  “I know all that. Andre told me that when I told him that I was sticking my hand in. And you know Andre, it came back full.”

  “So what are we doing here?” Bobby asked.

  “I’m here to tell you that you’re gonna pay me anyway.” Cavanagh held up his hand. “And before you ask, Bobby, I’m gonna tell you why and then you’ll understand why we’re having this little discussion here with the lovely Veneshia.” He paused for effect, I guess or maybe he was waiting to see if we’d ask after he said before you ask, I don’t know.

  I know I hate cops.

  “Kirk.”

  Cavanagh was right, as soon as he said it, I understood why we were having this conversation here, and I knew that we were going to pay him whatever he wanted.

  “You understand, don’t you, Black?”

  “Yeah, I understand.” I sat down. No longer defiant but defeated. “How much you want?”

  He took a step toward me and handed me a piece of paper. “I’ll be by here to pick it up on Tuesday.” He looked at Veneshia and started for the door. She looked at me and I nodded my head. Veneshia looped her arm in his and escorted him to the door.

  “That mutha fucka,” Bobby said.

  “I hate cops.” I threw the paper on the floor as Veneshia came back in the room. “One cop trying to throw my ass in jail and another intent on shaking me down. I don’t know which one I hate more.”