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by K'wan


  “Let me do you,” she breathed into my ear.

  I gladly squatted over her face while she spread my ass cheeks so that she could taste every inch of me. She was a little rough with it at first, but with practice she got better. Gina licked me from my clit to my ass and back again, digging her nails into my ass cheeks. I shivered when I felt myself starting to come, and this only made her dig deeper. I looked down to see my juices saturating her face, but this didn’t slow her down. Gina kept lapping out my pussy until I jumped off her and we got into a sixty-nine. I don’t know how many times we came, but it had to be a lot because when it was over, all we could do was lay on the bed, smoking a joint, and looking up at the ceiling.

  SIXTEEN

  Gina

  I couldn’t believe I’d done it. I knew that the feelings I was having when I’d seen Princess naked at the club weren’t natural, but I never thought I’d act on them. We lay next to each other, smoking a joint I’d stolen from Jackie’s stash, both lost in our own thoughts. I could’ve lay there in that blissful silence forever, but Princess had something she needed to get off her chest.

  “You know I was serious, right?” she asked.

  “About wanting me? Yeah, I know.”

  “That and the other thing,” she said. I propped myself on my elbows and looked at her. She was as serious as a heart attack. “I could knock Jackie off for you, and you could kill Slim—this way, there’ll be no feelings getting in the way for either of us.”

  I mulled it over. How would I feel if Jackie were dead? It’s no secret that I’d have been happier with him out of my life, but murder? “Princess, I don’t know if I’m ready to kill someone.”

  “Gina, you know just as well as I do that Jackie would no sooner let you leave than Slim would me. They act like they don’t want us, but they don’t want anybody else to have us,” she reasoned. “What are we gonna do, wait around for them to accidentally kill us? Gina, I’m too young and too pretty to die early, especially at the hands of some nigga.”

  Princess was starting to make a lot of sense, but I still wasn’t ready to entertain it. “Murder is a serious thing, Princess. It ain’t like robbing somebody. You can give money back, but there’s no restitution for a life.”

  Princess flipped over on her stomach and looked me in the eyes. “Gina, Jackie didn’t give a fuck about your life or his own when he ran up Kim and God only know whoever else without a condom, so why should you give a fuck about his?” She was starting to make more and more sense. “I ain’t no killer either, but it doesn’t seem like we have a choice. Even if nothing comes of what happened between us today, we deserve a chance at being happy.”

  I sat up on the edge of the bed and looked out the window. “Princess, let’s just say for the sake of argument I agreed to go along with it. How would we do it?”

  Princess was silent for a few minutes. “I hadn’t figured that out just yet. We could shoot the muthafuckas, but guns raise the risk of getting caught.” She slid out of the bed and began pacing. “Shit, if I could slip some rat poison into that damn red Alizé he’s so in love with—”

  “What did you just say?” My head whipped toward her.

  “I said I wished I could slip some rat poison in his drink, but he would taste it if I put enough in it to kill him.”

  “What if it was something else?” I asked, with a wicked plan forming in my head.

  “Gina, what the hell are you up to?” she asked suspiciously.

  “Nothing much, but I think I have a way to solve our problems and get away with it.”

  “Well, don’t keep an asshole in suspense.” She flopped on the bed beside me. “Princess, how much do you know about plants?”

  SEVENTEEN

  Princess

  “I can’t say that I was surprised when you called,” Jackie said smugly as he strutted around his gigantic living room. My girl Gina was living like the Fresh Princess of Bel-Air. If she wasn’t my homegirl, I might’ve dug off into Jackie’s pockets.

  “Is that right?” I asked, crossing my legs. The skirt I was wearing was so short that if you really paid attention, you could see I wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “Yeah, when a bitch sees all this meat swinging—” He grabbed his crotch. “—she can’t help but be curious. So—” He stroked his dick through his silk pajama pants. “—are you ready to satisfy that curiosity?”

  “Yeah, big daddy, but first things first.” I held my hand out.

  “See, that’s what I like about you—you’re straight about your business.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, which he tossed on my lap. “You wanna count it?”

  “Nah, I know a balling-ass nigga like you wouldn’t short a bitch.” I stuffed the envelope in my purse. “Second thing, are you sure Gina ain’t gonna come home? I’d feel real fucked up if she came in here and caught us.”

  “Please, she went to Staten Island to see her brother, Randy. By the time they get finished shopping and having girl talk, it’ll be the wee hours of the night. We’ve got plenty of time,” he said, sliding out of his robe.

  I wanted to gag at how pompous he had the nerve to be with his shit, but I had to keep up the act. In a little while, that smug-ass grin was going to get wiped right off his face. “Now that we got that out of the way—” I wiggled out of my skirt and displayed my freshly shaved kitten to him. “—let’s get down to business.”

  Jackie wasted no time in jumping headfirst between my legs. He was nipping, slurping, and humming into my clit while stroking himself. I had to clamp my teeth down to keep from being sick. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good—old Jackie ate pussy like a champ—but I couldn’t get past the idea that I was about to fuck my friend’s husband, even if she did cosign it.

  Jackie came up for air long enough to try and shove himself inside me. I pushed him off and reached for one of the condoms I had in my purse. “No glove, no love, daddy.”

  “Come on, ma, I ain’t got nothing,” he tried to convince me, while still trying to enter me.

  “Jackie, we either do it the right way or we ain’t doing it,” I told him. He wasn’t happy about it, but Jackie put on the condom before sliding inside me. It felt like his cock was tapping my spleen as he pumped away with no finesse at all. I could only imagine how Gina felt going through this on the regular if he was as rough with her. Jackie flipped me over and did me doggy-style. Every time his dick went in, I tightened my pussy muscles around it, driving him crazy. Just as I had planned, Jackie came in under ten minutes.

  “Damn, that was the best shot of pussy I ever had.” He rolled onto the floor, breathing like he had just run a marathon.

  “So I’ve been told,” I smirked, taking the condom off him and stroking the rest of the nut out of him. “You ain’t got no more for me, Daddy?” I pleaded while trying to stroke him back to an erection.

  “Man, y’all young girls don’t play. Give a nigga minute to catch his breath,” he huffed.

  “Tell you what, why don’t I go in the kitchen and get us both something cold to drink, and then I’ll see if I can get your big man to agree to another round.” I kissed the shaft of his dick, making it jump.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” He ran his hand over the back of my head. “Go in the freezer, and there’s some cherry smoothie in a pitcher.”

  “How did you know that cherry smoothies were my favorite?” I gave him my phoniest smile.

  “Word—mine, too. Why don’t you go pour us a few glasses so we can get back to it?”

  “Okay, I’ll be right back.” I stood up and walked to the kitchen, making sure I swung my ass the whole way. When I got in the kitchen, I rinsed my mouth in the sink. I found the pitcher of smoothie and sat it on the counter, along with two tall glasses. I peeked in the living room to make sure Jackie was still where I left him before pulling the balloon out of my bra. Gina never said how much to use, so I emptied the entire contents of the balloon into Jackie’s glass. I watched the reddish-bro
wn liquid settle into the bottom of the glass and wondered for the thousandth time if I was doing the right thing.

  “Damn girl, what the fuck is taking you so long!” Jackie screamed from the living room, removing all doubt. I poured the smoothie into his glass and watched the liquid on the bottom blend in perfectly.

  “I’ll be right there, big daddy,” I called back, stirring the fatal drink with my finger.

  EIGHTEEN

  Gina

  I felt like such a fucking whore. I had had a one-night stand or three in the past, but this one made me feel especially dirty.

  “Yo, on the real, that was some good pussy,” Slim declared. He was lying on the bed beside me. On the nightstand were two glasses of Alizé Red Passion.

  Princess had told me where to find him, and true to form, he showed up like clockwork at the liquor store. I was wearing some tight-ass shorts and a tank top with no bra, and of course he couldn’t resist trying to lay his mack down. He was surprised that I had actually gone for the weak-ass lines he was kicking, but even more surprised that Red Alizé was my drink of choice, too. We stood in front of the liquor store talking for a few minutes before jumping in my car and heading to the hourly motel off of Fourteenth and Tenth.

  Slim talked big shit the whole time, but when we got down to business, it was a different story. Granted, he was a pretty decent size, but he couldn’t fuck. He tried to force his self inside me before I was even wet, and when he finally did get the pussy, he didn’t know what to do with it. Slim pounded away like he was doing me, but all he was really doing was bruising my insides. I got no pleasure from sleeping with my friend’s man, and was thrilled beyond words when he finally came, a half hour later.

  “Good pussy for good dick.” I snuggled against him and kissed his chest. His skin tasted like old bologna, but I acted like it was as sweet as candy. “Listen, why don’t you go in the bathroom and wash your dick so I can show you how nasty I really get.” I held my breath and let my tongue tickle the skin under his balls. “If you’re nice, I might even swallow it.”

  Slim jumped up so fast that he almost killed his self when his legs got caught in the cheap sheets. Grinning like the ass he was, Slim ducked into the bathroom, giving me time to work my magic. I scrambled to the floor and retrieved my hoochie shorts. In the pocket, I had a prescription bottle filled with the sap from my wild cherries. As the liquid dissolved into his drink, I started to have second thoughts. True enough, I needed to be free, but it wasn’t worth my immortal soul to gain it. I was about to pour the Alizé out when Slim came out of the bathroom.

  He strutted around the bed, dick swinging, like he was the man of the hour. I looked on in horror as Slim snatched up the glass of Alizé and downed it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked down at me and said, “Now let’s see about that freak shit you was talking.”

  “Lord forgive me,” I whispered, before I knelt in front of Slim and started teasing the head of his dick with my tongue. It tasted like sweat and cheap soap, but I managed to get it in my mouth without throwing up. As I looked up at Slim’s eyes rolling into the back of his head, I prayed that the poison would kick in before I had to make good on my promise to swallow.

  NINETEEN

  Princess

  Jackie had finished off the entire pitcher of smoothie while I was still working on my first glass. Sitting there waiting for something to happen made me so nervous that I felt like I was going to shit myself. I wasn’t sure how effective the wild cherry sap was, but I hoped it did what it was supposed to, because I’d hate to have fucked Jackie’s repulsive ass for nothing. When he’d finished off the last of the smoothie, he started getting touchy again. He fondled my breasts while stroking himself back hard. God, not again.

  “You ’bout ready to get this good dick, girl?” He slapped his penis against his leg.

  “I was born ready,” I lied. I slipped another condom on and straddled Jackie. I began grinding on him slowly, speeding up as I got wetter. Jackie was beneath me, pumping away, when his face suddenly went slack and I could feel his dick going limp inside me. It was finally kicking in. I leaned in and kissed him on both cheeks before whispering to him, “Gina’s is the last ass you’re ever gonna beat.”

  Jackie tried to push me off him, but I dropped my weight down on him, pinning him to the floor. He tried to take a swing at me, but the poison had him so weak that I was able to swat the blows away. The poison was killing him, but it wasn’t working fast enough, so I started strangling him. I rode Jackie’s cock like I was at the Kentucky Derby, while digging my fingers into his throat. When I looked down at his face, I didn’t see Gina’s husband, but the man who had been the cause of my misery, Slim. I didn’t release Jackie’s throat until vomit started spilling from his mouth and nose. It was a disgusting sight, but I was too caught up in my own rage. When I finally heard the death rattle escape him, I climbed off his dick and went to the bathroom to throw up.

  After scrubbing every inch of my body, I came back and examined my handiwork. Jackie was lying in a pool of his own vomit, with his limp dick still inside the condom. Shit was pooling beneath his ass, leaving a foul odor in the air. I carefully removed the condom with a paper towel and ran a Dustbuster over his genitals to remove any hair traces I’d left. It was probably unnecessary, but I had seen it on an episode of Forensic Files, so I figured it couldn’t hurt. After I got dressed, I sat in the far corner of the living room, trying not to look at Jackie’s corpse while I waited for Gina to call and tell me she’d done her part.

  TWENTY

  Gina

  I had been sucking on Slim’s foul-smelling cock for about ten minutes when I felt his body stiffen. I ducked my head out of the way, thinking he was about to come and felt something drip onto my shoulder. I looked up and saw that there was vomit spilling over Slim’s lower lip. I had read about the effects of wild cherries when they were ingested, but seeing it was something else.

  Slim staggered backwards and bounced off the wall. “What … what?” He was trying to speak, but his throat was closing up on him.

  I rolled to the other side of the bed and collected my clothes off the floor. “Princess sends her love, you bastard.”

  At the mention of her name, Slim’s eyes went wide. “You bitches … you bitches set me up!” Slim tried to lunge for me, but it was uncoordinated, and he ended up falling over the bed. I ran around to the other side of the room to try and get to the door, but he managed to grab my arm and knock me off balance. I landed on the floor, on top of his pants, with something cold jabbing me in my back. I reached behind me and came up holding the small .22 that had been in his pocket.

  “I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he shambled toward me.

  “Stay back,” I warned him, trying to scoot against the wall. Even when I aimed the gun at him, he kept coming. At that moment, I saw my life flashing before my eyes and prayed for God to give me strength. From the look in Slim’s eyes, I knew that he would kill me before the wild cherry sap killed him. Closing my eyes, I pulled the trigger.

  * * *

  I don’t know how long I sat there on the floor, but my legs were starting to cramp. Slim sat on the floor, propped against the bed with vomit staining his chin and chest, while a faint stream of urine was coming from his dick. I had never seen a dead body other than in a funeral home, but even without the makeup and casket, I knew Slim was gone.

  I fumbled with my phone and called Princess. When she picked up, I just started rambling. “Princess, it’s me. Oh, God, oh God. I did it, Princess, he’s dead. The poison wasn’t working fast enough, so I took his gun and—”

  “Gina, don’t say another word over the phone.” She had cut me off. “Listen to me very carefully: Get your shit and leave the motel room. Get to your house as fast as you can, but drive carefully so you don’t get pulled over.”

  “But what about Slim’s body?” I asked.

  “Leave it there. It’s an hourly motel, so they don’t have any of your informat
ion. Turn the air conditioner on high and leave. By the time they find him, you’ll be long gone.”

  “Princess, I—”

  “I told you, not on the phone. Slim is good where he is, but we’ve gotta get rid of this mess you’ve got over here.”

  “Oh my God, is Jackie—”

  “Gina, please stop asking me stupid-ass questions and get over here.” She ended the call.

  I jumped into my clothes, but was still afraid to leave the room. I kept having visions of the police swooping down on me as soon as I got in the hall. “Get it together, Gina.” I slapped myself. There was a dead body at my feet and one in my house. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

  I composed myself enough to get Randy on the line. I figured we’d need some help with getting rid of Jackie’s body. I could trust my brother above all else. When he answered his phone, I could barely get the words out without having them sound like the ravings of a madwoman. The only thing he was able to understand was that there was an emergency at my house and I needed him to come over there. He tried to ask me what happened, but I ended the call. Gathering my courage, I slipped into the hall and tried my best not to break into a run as I left the motel.

  * * *

  When I got to my house, Princess was pacing in my living room, smoking a cigarette. Even over the smoke, I could smell death in the air. I didn’t have to see what was under the sheet in the middle of my living room to know it was my husband, the man whom I had promised to love and honor, but ended up betraying.

  “Are you okay?” Princess rushed over and hugged me.

  “Hell no,” I said, trembling. “We’re murderers, Princess, murderers.”

  Princess held my face in her hands and kissed me. “No we’re not, Gina, we’re free. Now come help me wrap this body up so we can get him out of here.”

 

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