by BlaQue
“I started with Patron; I might as well finish the night off with it too.” I responded.
I had already scoped out the well-stocked bar. I peered beyond the entertainment area of his home and marveled by the choice of colors and the décor. It wasn’t typical of a street nigga to have that much style. His house was laced with flat screen TV’s, and there were speakers built into each wall. The kitchen was state of the art and the entire place just screamed, ”You can have the panties.” I silently wondered how many women had come there and dropped their drawls for him already.
I turned my attention to a painting of a woman on Papi’s wall that hung over the cream-colored Italian leather furniture. The woman was in her mid to late forties. She wasn’t all that pretty, but she had a glow about her that oozed sexiness. I figured the painting was his sister or another relative because she shared similar features as he did.
“Oh, you like that portrait? That’s my mother.” He said handing me a shot glass. He sat the bottle of Patron on the table and patted the seat next to him. I sat my Coach bag on the table and grabbed the bottle. After a few glasses, we were pretty loaded and enjoying each other’s company when Papi started firing away with questions.
“YaYa, what do you know about this life? Really, do you know what kind of life you live? Power demands power; and I need power by my side. You gonna ride with me?”
I couldn’t believe he was really trying to get up with me like that. We barely knew each other on that level and he had a bad rep for being a trick. “Papi you ain’t trying to fuck with me for real. I know what kind of shit you’re into.” I said.
“You don’t know what I’m into. I’m a business man; just like your father.”
Somehow Papi mentioning my father didn’t sit right with me. I know my father has some serious street credibility, but why did he bring him up right then?
“Papi, I have some stuff going on with my parents and I am trying to make my own way out here. I need to get my own life right first.” I lied. He didn’t need to know I could run circles around him in the streets. Daddy always saw to it that no one knew I was heavily involved in his organization. I liked to keep all of my options open, and Papi and I being together was not in my game plan. I had other missions to accomplish. I was buying time until I got with Sheik. That’s where I wanted to be. Thoughts of Sheik started racing through my mind and for just a moment, I pretended Papi was Sheik.
I moved closer to on the couch towards him. I wanted him to want me. I figured why not get some satisfaction while waiting for the real thing. Papi got the clue and started pinching my nipples through the fabric of my sheer shirt. His touch was just right. I felt the nectar between my legs and I knew I needed it more than Papi even knew.
“Stand up.” Papi said with authority. “Let me look at what’s going to be mine.”
I smirked at him and stood up. I lifted my shirt over my head and slid out of my skirt. I stood in front of Papi in a red bra and thong set and a pair of stilettos from Steve Madden. I knew I looked like candy. My chocolate skin glowed, and I knew exactly what looked good on it. I turned around and bent over so he could see my full round ass. I made it clap for him and ran my finger over my pussy. I was putting on a hell of a show. I knew my audience was pleased.
Sliding off my thong, I pushed Papi back on the couch. I straddled his muscular legs and started to grind on his hard dick that was struggling to get free from his pants. I was going to show him a good time; not because I wanted to fuck with Papi like that, but because I wanted to be wanted. Papi unfastened my bra and suckled on my nipples until they were hard and begging to be bit. As if he knew the urgent need of my body, he gently bit and tugged on my nipples sending me into a sexual frenzy. I started to grind my pussy harder on his manhood and came on his pants.
I dismounted Papi and he stood and led me up the stairs to the master bedroom. Dropping his pants with a quickness, he exposed all ten inches of himself. Then he laid me down on the bed and made my center his dinner. He kissed and sucked my pussy until I was on the brink of orgasm. Papi was doing shit to me I hadn’t had in a while, and my body was thankful for the gift. I started to grind my pussy on his lips and he grabbed my ass encouraging me to cum.
“Dat’s right Ma.’” he said. His accent was more defined than before. “Cum for me.” He whispered between muffled kisses.
Not being able to control the urge anymore, I came again. I felt the need to return the favor and sat on the edge of the bed and took all ten inches of Papi into my mouth while he stood towering over me. He rolled his head back as I sucked on his candy until I felt his legs begin to shake. I took in his dick one last time as far as it would go and let him fall from my lips. I climbed up onto the bed and got on all fours. I arched my back and wiggled my ass. Papi pulled me to him by my waist and entered me. His dick was so thick and juicy. He thrust into my wet pussy causing me to shudder. He smacked my ass and I winched from the pain that was bringing me so much pleasure. Papi pulled out of my dripping pussy and lay on his back.
“Sit on the thrown!” He commanded.
I obliged. I sat on his dick, bouncing up and down, riding him like a pro. Papi slammed me down on his dick making me take all of him into my walls.
“Ssssssss…YaYa this pussy is mine!” He yelled. I tightened my walls around his thick dick and we came together.
We lay there in his bed for an entire day. Fucking and sleeping. Every time I thought about leaving, Papi beckoned me back with his incredible sex.
Chapter 9
Cap Citi Entertainment
1st and Wayne Place
SE Washington, DC
Over the span of several months, my father put me in position to meet his supplier. I had just turned twenty-seven, and DC wasn’t ready for me. Daddy’s supplier was a greasy Columbian named Caesar. Caesar made it well known that he was not too fond of having to deal with someone other than Daddy, and definitely not eager to deal with a bitch. Daddy’s reputation of making bread and the fact that he wasn’t afraid to bust his guns made Caesar humble himself in Daddy’s presence. After several meetings, several threats, and long negotiations, Caesar agreed to conduct all business transactions through me. He wasn’t going to mess up his lavish lifestyle just because he didn’t think a woman could hold it down in the streets.
Up until today, I had been traveling with Daddy and Oscar to complete transactions. Darnell Clayton was getting money and he was making sure that everyone he was affiliated with knew that I would be taking the reins. Today was different though. I would be handling a minor change in business with Caesar alone.
I slid into a black silk camisole and a cream-colored suit that looked like Christian Dior made it just for me. The flared leg pants suit accompanied by a pair of stilettos made my ass sit up like an apple. I grabbed my purse and briefcase and made a bee-line for the door. I didn’t want to be late. It was time to shit or get off the pot.
I pulled my shades down over my eyes and pulled my chrome-colored Cadillac STS out of the driveway. As I made my way onto Wisconsin Ave, I checked my rearview mirror for Oscar. He was right there two cars behind me. Daddy said for our safety, I was to ride in my own car and Oscar was to follow me in his own ride. So if something popped off, help was nearby.
I changed the music on my Ipod. ‘Shawty’ by Plies filled the Bose speakers. I instantly thought of Sheik. He was my goal, and I hadn’t invested any time on my personal mission. Never mind the fact that Papi was fucking me proper on a regular basis. He was constantly trying to make me wifey. That shit was growing old and at this point I am bored with it. He had been flaunting me around and spent bread, but he was too eager to make “us” into something I had no interest in. He wanted me to introduce him to my father. That shit was out of the question. I was a grown woman, but I didn’t want my father to even think I was involved with anyone. Daddy’s motto was, “Always money over hoes” and Papi was a hoe.
Papi had been asking about Daddy a lot and it was definitely uncom
fortable. I couldn’t figure out his fascination with my father. I sparked the El I had rolled before leaving the house and my mind drifted back to the task at hand. I was nervous about going to see Caesar. He didn’t like me and the feeling was mutual. I knew he was only tolerating me because of my father.
What sealed the deal was my father threatening to take his money elsewhere if Caesar would not accept Daddy’s demands. At the rate my father was moving bricks through the DMV (DC, MD, and VA), Caesar knew better than to be too defiant. By the time I stepped into the organization full time, Daddy’s street team was moving twenty bricks a week. Caesar would have been a fool to fuck up the twenty-two grand per brick, per week, that he was seeing.
I finished the El and aired out the car as I drove across the Woodrow Wilson Bridge. I had finally made it to Caesar’s lavish home in Fairfax, Virginia. I dabbed my wrists with my signature scent of Meditation and exited the car. Oscar joined me by my side and buzzed the intercom.
“Hola.” a woman said through the speaker.
“I have an appointment with Caesar. This is Ms. Clayton.” I stated.
A few moments later, we’re greeted by a sexy Latina who was wearing the hell out of a Dolce and Gabbana contour A-line suit. She ushered us inside and led us to Caesar’s office where he was blowing smoke rings from his foul smelling Cuban cigar.
“Good day Ms. Clayton. How are we today?” He said as we took a seat around a marble table with wing back chairs that looked like they cost a small fortune. I hated the way he said my name. He nodded towards Oscar to acknowledge his presence.
“Hello Caesar. We are well.” I responded; not interested in the small talk. I was here to conduct business and that was all I planned to do.
“Can I interest you in a drink?” He offered. I declined his offer and tried to keep the meeting moving in the right direction.
“Caesar, my father has been buying product from you at twenty-two per kilo, and we have been moving twenty bricks a week, and we often run low, or out altogether at times. We now see it is time to increase our supply. We are asking to decrease the sales price from twenty-two to twenty per kilo.
Caesar looked at me amused. “Lil’ girl, chu’ are bold. Chu’ have balls bigger than your father. Do you really think you can waltz in here and make requests such as these?” He laughed and as he did…my demeanor remained the same.
“I am prepared to take my business elsewhere if you are unwilling or unable to accommodate. I stated sternly.
“Why should I trust that chu’ will make good on your purchases?” Caesar inquired.
“You just have to trust me and my abilities to make it happen.” I said with my eyes locked on Caesar.
“Oscar, can you excuse us for a moment?” I asked, never letting my gaze leave my intended target. Oscar pushed his chair from the table and glared at me. I could tell his eyes were questioning my motives for asking him to wait outside the office. Once Oscar left the office, I focused in on Caesar’s greasy ass. I stood up and moved towards his seat. Caesar watched my every move. I took off the jacket to my suit and draped it on the chair that was closest to him.
“Look Caesar, we need to be able to trust one another.” I said seductively.
Caesar licked his lips, and motioned for me to move closer to him. For him to hate doing business with females, it sure seemed like he had no qualms with mixing our business with pleasure. This was fine by me as long as it sealed the deal. I slid off my pants and Caesar pushed me to my knees. Unzipping his pants, I released what had to be the tiniest dick I had ever laid my eyes on. I put the head of his dick in mouth and began sucking him off to let him know that working with me would bring him more gratification than just money.
He began to thrust himself into my mouth. I met him at each stroke and knew he was enjoying his bonus for working with me. Caesar grabbed the back of my head and he started to moan. I picked up my speed to hurry him along. He was thrusting in and out of my mouth with fast strokes and I knew he was ready to explode. I pulled him out of my mouth.
“Do we have a deal?” I asked looking him dead in his eyes.
“Chu’ drive a hard bargain Ms. Clayton. We have a deal.” He said as he grabbed the back of my head and I took him back into my mouth. He stroked my mouth several more times before delivering his babies. Once he was finished, I rose to my feet and pulled my clothes on. I opened my briefcase and handed him my new purchase orders and his money to provide my product. He informed me of where our next pick up would be and I exited his office as if nothing had ever happened. Oscar was right outside the door when I exited and he gave me a concerned look.
“Oscar the deal is done. I have the instructions for our next pick up and a new buy price.” I said casually.
“YaYa, how were you able to do that? He was clearly puzzled as to how I was able to talk Caesar down.
“I simply let him know working with me, instead of against me, was the best and only option for him.” I said coldly.
Oscar asked no more questions as we left the house accompanied by the same Latina chick we had seen earlier. He watched me closely. He knew I was definitely a product of my father’s seed. Oscar and I went to our respective cars and drove off together much richer than we had come. I picked up my cell phone and dialed my father. I let him know the deal was done and that I had the new orders in motion. I knew just what I needed as a reward for handling my first business transaction and I knew just who could give it to me.
I pulled my Caddy onto I-495 North and headed towards Baltimore. I knew Papi would quiet the fire I had growing down below. You see, money turned me into an animal. I lusted after money, and just knowing I was about to be ten times richer than I already was got me all the way to B-more on a mission to twerk with Papi’s freaked-out ass.
Chapter 10
The Tradewinds Night Club
Old Branch Avenue
Temple Hills, MD
I made it around the Beltway in record time. I was hoping Papi was either home or on his way home when I got there. Once I pulled up in the driveway, I noticed he must have had company because an unfamiliar car was parked in the driveway along with his. High and horny, I knew that whoever was there was gonna have to hurry their business along and keep it moving. I walked up the small cobblestone walkway and tried the knob. I found it unlocked and let myself in. Walking into the living room, I found Papi deeply engaged in a conversation with two big Spanish dudes who looked like they were real unhappy about being there. Once they spotted me the conversation ceased.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I will let myself out.” I said feeling awkward for walking in unannounced. I quickly started to make my exit.
Papi hopped up out of the seat he was in. “No, we were just finishing up.” He said looking around nervously. There was definitely something wrong with the meeting they were having. Papi’s face was covered in beads of perspiration, and his company looked as though they had murder on their minds.
“Si, Finito. Recordar lo que dije. Tener mi dinero o vamos a cortar tus bolas y a alimentarlas a tu novia hermosa después de que nosotros violación múltiple ella.” Said the bigger of the two men.
A look of sheer horror danced across Papi’s face. The men turned to leave. One of them stopped short of leaving and turned to grab my hand. “Adios, mi amiga.” He kissed my hand and strolled out of the door.
“What was all that about?” I questioned.
Too bad I failed all those years of Spanish in high school. It may have come in handy today. Whatever they had said to Papi wasn’t good because he was standing stark still and unresponsive to my question.
“Nothing baby, just a little business I had to handle. That’s all.” He said snapping out of his trance.
“It looked like they wanted to handle you.” I said starting to regret coming all the way out to his place. Those two made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“Look YaYa, that was a stressful meeting and I don’t want to go into it. What are you doing o
ver here anyway?” He quizzed.
“I looked at his full lips and remembered what I had come there for. “I came to celebrate.” I said seductively.
“What are you so happy about Ma?”
“Let’s just say I had a very productive day.” I said walking towards the stereo that was playing “Lollipop” by Lil’ Wayne. I closed my eyes and started swaying my hips to the beat. Papi didn’t look too concerned about his meeting anymore.
“I like the way you moving those hips Ma.” Papi said watching me like a predator stalking his prey. I started stripping out of my suit for the second time today and let it hit the floor, exposing myself to him.
“Mami when are you gonna be mine?” Papi shot the question at me as I rode the rhythm of the music. I turned around so that my back was to him and made my ass clap. I could see approval on his face but that did not stop him from asking more questions.
“Why do you keep avoiding the question YaYa? You know how many bitches want to be in your position?”
“Do you know how many niggas want to be in yours?” I shot back. It never failed. Every time I went to Papi for sexual gratification, he wanted to make it into some relationship shit. I was not interested and the argument was getting old. Why couldn’t he just fuck me and let that be enough? I thought females were the thirsty ones.
“Why can’t we just be what we are right now? Why do we have to be with one another to enjoy each other?” I whined. I hoped that by whining he would get fed up and just lay the pipe and we could avoid all of the relationship business he kept pressing me about.
Papi stood up and walked over to me and grabbed me by my waist. His muscular hands made my body feel like it was aflame with desire. Papi laid me down on the leather couch on my stomach and began kissing my shoulders and made a path of warm kisses down to the small of my back and down my apple. He turned me over on my back and began rubbing his fingers over my womanhood. My breathing quickened and Papi knew it was time to deliver the goods. He stood over me and unfastened his jeans and in one motion, stooped down and entered me forcefully.
