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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
© 2011 by Curtis L. Alcutt
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LCCN 2011928050
First Strebor Books trade paperback edition October 2011
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THIS NOVEL IS DEDICATED TO MY LATE COUSIN, DENISE “TU-TU” EMERY.
Enjoy your stay in Heaven. The void you left in our hearts can never be refilled, but the memories you left us can thankfully be relived. Rest in Peace, kinfolk…
Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
About the Author
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First let me thank God for choosing me as a vessel to share my tales with the world. Next, I’d like to send a special shout-out to the supporters and friends I’ve been blessed to have met while patronizing Carol’s Books in Sacramento, CA. In no particular order: Rickey T. Boyland, Titus Thomas, Rod Thompson, Delaire Doyle, Fernando Walton, Shon Miller, Jamie Nero, Kimberly Biggs, Doc, Leroy, Lisa Pattee, Kevin Bowan, Nicole Mattox, Deneshia Johnson, Warren Spirling, Veronica Kyle, Bobby Mitchell, Allan, T.A. Scott, Portia Dickens, Simply the Band, Tammy Dillard, and her highness, Sharon Wright. I am truly honored to be in the orbit of such an awesome collection of friends.
My sons, attend unto my wisdom, and bow thine ear to my understanding. The lips of a temptress drip with honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil; but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on Hell. Her ways are moveable, that thou canst not know them. Hear me now therefore, O ye children, and depart not from the words of my mouth. Remove thy way far from her, and come not nigh the door of her house.
—PROVERBS 5:3-14
One
“Mmmmmm, Trenda! Don’t stop! Suck that muthafucka!” Darius yelled as he ejaculated.
Trenda Fuqua, the sultry, short, thick, beige-colored woman wiped cum off her chin, cheek and neck. “I told you to tell me before you nut; I damn near got some in my mouth!” She stood, snatched the long blonde wig off her head and threw it in his face. “You know I don’t drink babies.” She then glared at him and thought, not yours, anyway.
Darius reeled his dick in and zipped up his pants. “It ain’t gonna hurt you to swallow every now and then, baby!” He grinned and rubbed her short, neat, rusty-red afro. “Besides, it’ll make your hair grow.”
She slapped his hand off her head, picked up her purse and removed her equalizer—a stainless steel Butterfly Knife she called “Baby.” In three quick flicks of her wrist, the razor-sharp blade left a two-inch scratch across his tan, flat stomach. “Bitch! Are you crazy?” He wiped the small beads of blood with his fingertips, looked at it, then glared at her. “I should knock the shit out of you!”
She held the blade inches from his navel. “Next time you put your hands on my head without my permission, I’ll show you what your intestines look like.”
He smiled as he put on his white T-shirt, bulletproof vest and dark blue uniform shirt. “That’s no way to talk to a friend.”
She closed up the Butterfly, placed it back in her purse and removed a tube of rose-colored lipstick. “You stopped being a ‘friend’ once you started shakin’ me down for your sick-ass sex fantasies.”
He buckled his utility belt and adjusted his pistol as she applied a coat of her lipstick. “From what I hear on the street,” he picked up his uniform cap and placed it on his faded haircut, “I’m the only friend you got. I heard last week that one of the ‘deliveries’ you made to Orlando came up two-hundred-and-fifty-grand short. Now the Island Boys are lookin’ for you. And you know those Haitian gang-bangers don’t play.”
“That’s some bullshit. You know goddamned well it was your punk-ass partner, Tyrone, that robbed me.” She fixed him with an icy glare as she put away her lipstick. “And I know you got half the money.”
He walked over and stood in front of her. “You might wanna watch ya mouth.” He grinned as he gazed at her bare breasts. “Besides, that’s the kinda shit that happens when you’re late with my payments.”
She picked up the wig, placed it in her purse and glowered at him with her green eyes. “Kiss my ass; don’t make me have to turn your dirty ass in…I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you no more.”
He upholstered his Glock, snatched her by the throat and placed the barrel in the cleavage of her thirty-eight D-cup breasts. “Look, you dope-runnin’ ho’, you got it twisted; I’ll tell you when it’s over. And don’t you ever threaten to tell anybody, anything about me. You got that?”
She thought about what he and his partner did to her connection, Diamond, two years ago and continued to stare him down. Darius grimaced and gripped her throat tighter, cutting off her air supply. Her toes barely touched the floor as the six-and-a-half-foot tall man choked her. I swear on everythang you gonna pay for this shit, she thought right before he tossed her on the motel’s worn-out carpeted floor.
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He stepped over her as she fought to catch her breath. “I’ll see you here at the same time next week. Bring the short-haired blonde wig with you.”
A rain-filled burst of wind attacked the room as he opened the door and left. She staggered to her feet. Time to end this bullshit.
Two
After catching her breath, Trenda walked over to the desk that sat across from the bed. I got somethin’ for you, muthafucka. On the desk, her camcorder sat underneath her black wool jacket. She removed the strip of black electrical tape, which she had used to cover the glowing red recording light. She then replayed her sex session with Darius on the monitor. Oh yeah, your wife is gonna love this.
She washed up, put on her black jeans, black boots, and black Baltimore Ravens sweatshirt, packed up the camera and left the Sandman Motel. I can’t believe I let Darius treat me like some kinda ho for this long! Flipping up the collar of her wool jacket, she walked to her silver Isuzu Rodeo as the rain saturated her hair. Every Friday night the same shit. I’ve been his fool and pussy-provider for way too long.
The years she’d spent hustling dope and people ran through her head as she pulled out of the motel parking lot. A dentist in Philadelphia had purchased the Isuzu she drove after spending a weekend of enjoying her oral skills. A Baltimore Orioles baseball player had furnished her former apartment. She lost it while doing time in the Federal Detention Center in Philadelphia. A high-powered D.C. lawyer she’d whipped her goods on, had helped get, and keep her out of jail. Her list of sexual victims stretched from Boston to Miami. Some called her a prostitute; some called her a whore. Trenda considered herself a twenty-six-year-old entrepreneur; she used what she had to get what she wanted.
“Where you been, heffa?” Piper, Trenda’s roommate, asked. They shared a two-bedroom apartment in the Park Charles apartment complex. Piper, a tall, bronze and heavyset student of the University of Maryland, chewed on a fish stick as she stared at her soaking wet roommate.
Damn! She looks just like Queen Latifah with her hair like that. Trenda took the camcorder case off her shoulder, then removed her jacket. “I had a couple of job interviews.”
“It’s almost nine. You must have had more than a couple of interviews.” Piper pointed her half-eaten fish stick at the camcorder bag. She brushed her silk-wrapped, neck-length hair out of her face. Her dark brown eyes scrutinized Trenda. “Did you audition for a job as a photographer?”
Piper, you my girl, but if you don’t stop sweatin’ me, I’m gonna strangle your ass, Trenda thought as she searched for an alibi. She knew Piper wouldn’t stop inquiring about her whereabouts until she received a satisfactory answer. “I was gonna take it to the camera shop over on South Charles but it got late on me. My light has been trippin’.”
Piper stuffed the rest of the fish stick in her mouth and swallowed it. “Let me have a look at it. I fixed my mom’s camera when it had a similar problem.”
Oh shit! If her jealous ass finds out about me and Darius, I will have to kill her. She placed the camcorder on the floor next to the caramel-colored sofa. “That’s okay, hon. I called Sony and they told me to ship it to them since it’s still under warranty.”
Disappointment filled Piper’s voice and face as Trenda refused her help. “Oh…okay. I just wanted to help…”
Fuck! I don’t wanna deal with her whinin’ all damn night. Trenda held her arms out and gave her a well-practiced fake smile. “Come here, baby.”
Even though she was a foot taller than Trenda, Piper sometimes acted like a twenty-two-year-old infant. Her wealthy parents contributed to her spoiled behavior. They provided their only child with anything she wanted. They paid for her education, apartment and her new Range Rover. Piper looked into Trenda’s green eyes as she accepted her hug. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you, too, boo-boo.”
Trenda felt Piper’s hand slowly inch down her back and rest on her ass. “Mmmm, Trenda,” Piper moaned. “I get so wet thinking about you…Mmmm…”
Even though livin’ here rent-free for the past year was cool, I’m definitely not gonna miss havin’ to sex her big ass. Plus, it’s gettin’ harder and harder to hide the fact that I transport large amounts of dope up and down the East Coast. Trenda slowly worked her way around Piper. As she hugged Piper from behind, Trenda let her hand slip down between the waistband of Piper’s white sweatpants. “Mmmmm, I can feel you drippin’.”
Piper tossed her head back and rubbed on her gigantic breast. “Yesssssssss, rub my clit…mmmmmmm.”
Trenda stared up at the ceiling as she massaged and fingered Piper’s fat, wet pussy. Thanks to Darius’s punk-ass, most of my regular customers don’t fuck wit’ me no more. She inserted two fingers deep inside Piper’s leaking pussy as she groaned with pleasure. I’ve seen his stuck-up wife. Ain’t no way he’s gonna give up makin’ me his sex slave when he has to go home to that cold bitch.
“Yesssssssss! Yesssssssss! Faster, baby, faster!” Piper moaned as Trenda continued to finger-fuck her.
Trenda added a third finger. It’s time for me to get outta Baltimore. Ain’t shit here for me but trouble. Hell, I might as well be a ghost to my funny-style family. She used her thumb to massage Piper’s clit as she increased her finger-fucking speed. And this is definitely the last time I’m gonna make this big bitch nut, she thought as Piper screamed out in pleasure and saturated Trenda’s fingers in warm orgasmic juice.
Three
After sending Piper off to bed satisfied, Trenda went into the bathroom, locked the door and stripped. She then turned on the hot water and added some pear-scented bubble bath. As she waited for the bathtub to fill, she examined her sexy frame in the large mirror mounted to the back of the bathroom door. She grinned at her reflection. Her firm breasts, dark brown suckable nipples, flat washboard stomach, small waist and wide hips had conquered many men and women. “Like I always say, ‘if you keep ya body tight, you’ll keep ya money right.’”
Before entering the tub, Trenda turned off the lights. She loved bathing in complete darkness—if she bathed alone. A merry-go-round of thoughts on how to escape her plight filled her head. A bolt of lightning exploded outside the frosted bathroom window. The following deep bass note of thunder made the shelves in the medicine cabinet rattle. “Wherever I end up goin’, it’s damn sure gonna have better spring weather than here.”
She washed up, dried off, put on her red satin robe and exited the bathroom. As she crossed the living room, she noticed that her camcorder bag was no longer next to the sofa. What the fuck? Panic leaked from her pores as she scanned the living room. No sign of the camera bag. Down the hallway, she saw light coming from Piper’s room. Oh shit! I hope that girl didn’t—
Trenda quickly and quietly made her way to Piper’s bedroom door. She peeked into the room and saw the camcorder on top of the TV and herself on Piper’s TV screen, sucking Darius’s dick.
She peeked further into the room and saw Piper standing next to the bed naked and staring at the TV with tears running down her face and dripping from her chin. She also held a long, brass, pointy letter opener in her clenched fist. Trenda attempted to tiptoe to her room. I gots to get the hell outta here and let that girl cool down!
Before Trenda could leave, Piper spotted her and paused the tape, freezing Darius in his uniform right before he pushed Trenda to the floor. She glanced at the doorway and into Trenda’s eyes. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted a ghetto hoochie like you! I let you move in with me and give you my heart and this is how you thank me?” Piper yelled, shivering with anger.
“Hold up,” Trenda said as she watched Piper take a step toward her. “There’s a reason I had to make that tape. Besides, what the hell are you doin’ lookin’ at my stuff without my permission?”
Piper glared at her. “I called myself surprising you by fixing your camcorder while you were bathing, you ungrateful bitch!”
Although Trenda’s affluent family was from Randallstown, Trenda preferred to hang out in the in
ner city areas of West Baltimore. She, along with her two older brothers, was raised in a very religious home. Her father was the minister of his own church and her mother reinforced his preaching at home as a full-time housewife. The constant pressure of being under her family’s moral and religious thumb drove her desire for freedom.
Once she reached the age of seventeen, as her mother tried to beat her with a belt after finding a book of matches in her backpack, Trenda slapped her and ran out of the door in her Catholic school uniform. That was the last time she’d seen or heard from her family. That was nearly ten years ago.
Trenda glanced down at Piper’s right hand, which held the letter opener. She looked back into her face. “Why don’t you calm down so we can talk this shit out?”
Piper grimaced and wiped the tears off of her face as she quickened her pace around the bed. “Fuck you! I’m not going to listen to any of your bullshit lies!”
Trenda had to think and move quickly; Piper was a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than she was. “Piper, back up off me,” Trenda said as she pulled Piper’s bedroom door closed and took a few steps backward, into the hallway.
“Bring your ass here, you fucking cunt!” Piper screamed as she yanked the door open.
Trenda ran into the living room as the door rattled on its hinges after slamming against the bedroom wall. “Owww!” Trenda yelled after banging her shin against the coffee table. She stood behind the sofa as Piper charged down the hallway. She desperately wanted to check her wounded shin, but dared not take her eyes off her angry roommate. “I’m warnin’ you, Piper. Leave me the fuck alone!”
Piper kicked the coffee table out of her way, leaned over the sofa and lashed out with the letter opener. She barely missed Trenda’s face, but she did leave a deep gash on her right shoulder. “I’m going to cut your fucking eyes out!”
Trenda braved a peek at her shoulder as she ran toward the kitchen. A small, dark stain formed on the shoulder of her red satin robe. The circular kitchen table provided even less of a barrier than did the sofa. I gotta stop this crazy bitch!
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