Damn, niggas sing like birds when they life on the line. No loyalty to no one only themselves. My thoughts were just that—thoughts. I knew if I was in the same position my ass would be singing like a humming bird. I wanted to get the fuck up out of there, though. They sure as hell sobered my ass up quickly. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I cursed in my head.
“A’ight, when they comin’?”
There was silence for a brief moment.
“It’s four now . . . they s’pose to be here now.”
Suddenly there was a loud bang. It sounded like a shot gun—the kind that leaves a soccer ball-sized hole in your chest.
Automatically I shot up and grabbed my works off the floor and hurried to an open closet. Of course there was no door on it, but it was better than being an open target. At least I was somewhat hidden if anyone looked into the room.
Within seconds there was a flurry of gun shots that rang out. I almost soiled my pants because of fear. I can’t die like this. Anything but this . . . God, please . . . Praying, pleading, begging to be rescued from this nightmare was all I could do. I closed my eyes and prayed it would be over quickly.
The Beginning
“Thank you for flying with JetSuite, it’s been a pleasure.”
I was a bit groggy from whatever Sterling gave me to calm my nerves to put me out for most of the flight. I’ve never been on a plane before so I was a little more than nervous. I looked out the window and saw that we already landed. Thank God! Thank goodness I wasn’t up for the landing, I almost crapped my pants when we took off.
“Hey you, it’s time to go. We’re here.”
I was so happy he chose me. Sterling had his choice of anyone including his girl of two years. They was wrong when everyone said being a side chick had no benefits. I tried to stand up but felt dizzy and plopped back down in the seat.
“You a’ight?” He sounded concerned. “Hold on, we’ll wait,” he said reaching into the overhead compartment.
I sure as hell didn’t want him to think I wasn’t down. I forced myself to my feet and strongly held on to the back of the chair in front of me. He pulled out our matching Rawlings duffle bags and placed them in the seat. We entered the aisle behind the crowd exiting.
“Thank you, for flying JetSuite,” the stewardess said as we exited the plane.
“Thank you, the flight was great,” I said knowing I was asleep the entire flight. The stewardess gave me a fake smile and happy nod.
Now why in the world would I say that? I looked to Sterling and by his expression on his face I knew I should’ve kept my mouth shut. We walked off the plane down a long narrow lighted hallway to a line flashing a green light.
“Is this Puerto Rico?” I asked quietly.
“Nah, we in D.R. It’s the hottest place to be. Wait ’til you see where we stayin’!” His words made me excited.
“How are we gettin’ there?” I asked feeling stupid once the question left my mouth.
He looked around. “Give me a kiss.”
I did.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am. This gonna be somethin’ you’ll never forget, trust me.”
I smiled and hugged on Sterling’s arm. I noticed two dogs at the front of the line. It didn’t dawn on me that it was drug dogs until I saw Sterling’s face. I hugged him tight and whispered in his ear, “We good?”
We walked slowly to the counter. Sterling handed over our passports with a smile, just then the dogs were called to another counter. The relief on Sterling’s face worried me.
“Enjoy your stay,” the man said stamping our passports.
We exited the airport bombarded with people selling jewelry, food, drinks out of their makeshift cubicles. They all spoke Spanish so I didn’t understand a word.
There was a driver waiting for us with Sterling’s name on a sign. He was standing in front of something like a mini party bus. I was more than impressed.
“Mr. Sterling, welcome! Can I get your bags?” A tall, pale looking man greeted us.
“I got this,” Sterling clenched the straps of the bag.
“No problem, there’s champagne chilling in the car,” the driver tip his chauffeur hat on and opened the door.
“Damn, you went all out for our weekend, huh?”
“Hell yeah,” he stepped onto the party bus doing his cute little happy dance like he always did when he was feeling himself.
I followed behind him stifling my excitement. I saw the floor and interior was lit up with neon lights, it even had a bar and two huge flat screen TVs, and the windows reflected no light from the outside. Once inside the smell of luxury opened my eyes wide, it was scented with the smell of money. The plush butter-soft white leather seats seduced my body into complete relaxation when I took a seat.
“Okay, Mr. Sterling, have fun we will arrive at the resort in two hours.”
“Thanks,” Sterling said tossing his bag onto one of the seats.
“Pop that champagne, baby, let’s get it!” I stood up and did my twerk dance, bouncing my round plump ass just how he liked it.
“Girl, you better stop that . . .” he rubbed his crotch.
All the windows were tinted on the bus so it was easy to peer out without worrying about anyone seeing me. I lifted my leg to one of the seats and poked my ass out taunting him.
“Girl, you better get over here and give me some of that,” he said smacking me on my ass.
I giggled as he grabbed me and held me close. He kissed on my lips and my neck, I felt him rising beneath me. I started to grind on him slowly. I had to make him want me around and this trip proved it. This was the first time he’d ever included me in this part of his life; he trusted me.
“You want it, baby?” I whispered although, I knew the answer.
“You gonna give it to me right here? Right now?” he was surprised
“Why not? We are on vacation ain’t we?” I reached for his belt buckle to release his nine inches. I got up soon after and pulled my underwear down quickly; the reason I wore the skirt, easy access. I climbed over him and eased my way down feeling his stiffness fully.
“Damn . . . you feel so good,” he moaned.
I started to rotate my hips speeding up my movement as his moans got louder. He managed to pull my tank top up to suck and twist on my nipples; my most loved style of foreplay.
“Yes baby . . . suck on them . . .”
Feeling his tongue circling my hard nipple made my clit throb. I loved feeling the hot air from his mouth on my skin. He pumped into me harder with each stroke. I loved feeling him inside me. He did me like no other man had. With each stroke he knew where to hit to make me moan louder and louder. Suddenly, he stopped.
“Hey, not fair,” I whined.
“Be quiet,” he said through clenched teeth.
There was something wrong. The party bus was no longer moving. I looked out the window and we were pulled over to the side of the dirt road. I fixed myself quickly and looked over to Sterling. He pointed to the bag. I got down low and crawled to where the bag was. It must have fell while we were getting it on. I waited for him to make a move.
There was a light knock at the door. “Mr. Sterling?”
Sterling reached for the bag and opened it. He pulled out two plastic 9 mm guns.
“What the fuck is going on?” I questioned in a low voice.
“I don’t know, but we about to find out.” He tossed one of the guns to me.
I gave him the crazy look. “How we gonna kill anybody with these?”
“Let’s find out.” He cocked the gun ready for anything.
I trusted him, but I still feared the worst.
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