Thin Ice

by KR Bankston

Cotton Candy frowned slightly.

  “The pussy cannot be that good,” she threw out as Caramel burst into laughter.

  “He seems to think so,” she replied as Cotton Candy grunted again.

  “Girl, that’s ‘cause he hasn’t felt this velvet encased shit I got,” she returned.

  Caramel again chuckled and returned to her drink.

  “You been with him,” Cotton Candy asked, watching the woman closely.

  Caramel sighed deeply. “Yeah, a couple times.”

  “So,” Cotton Candy threw out, wanting her to elaborate.

  Caramel took another deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Ryan is good at what he does,” she replied vaguely.

  Truthfully, she didn’t want to talk about him at all. Caramel genuinely liked Tweety, and the woman had been really good to her since coming to the house. She wasn’t like Destiny, who seemed to give her all the mean spirited, ugly, violent, or ultra freaky tricks that showed up. Tweety always gave her sexy, fine, good looking men, who wanted to make love to a woman, and be taught how to pleasure a woman. She’d even done a married couple the other night. The wife wanted to be with another woman, and her husband wanted to learn how to eat her out and make her climax. Caramel had enjoyed them both immensely. Her past with Ryan was a distant memory and she felt totally guilty for it, somehow thinking she’d betrayed Tweety’s trust.

  “Is that all,” Cotton Candy pressed. “Is his dick as big as I think it is,” she asked point blank.

  Caramel again burst into laughter. “Ryan is very well equipped,” she answered honestly as Cotton Candy sighed deeply again.

  “Mmhmm, dammit, I knew it,” she replied, caressing her breast softly. “I want some of that so bad, I can taste it,” she admitted freely to Caramel.

  “Well, I don’t think it’ll be happenin’ anytime soon,” she told her as Cotton Candy grunted slightly.

  Caramel knew she was plotting and decided to set her straight before she got herself into trouble. “Look,” she began seriously as the woman gave her undivided attention. “Ryan can be a mean muthafucka,” Caramel told her. “He don’t mind whippin’ a bitch ass, and jacking her up to make his point,” she went on. “He don’t play about his money, and he don’t play favorites,” she finished as Cotton Candy licked the whip cream from her cup lid.

  “Tweety is no joke either,” Caramel continued. “You know why we had an opening,” she threw out as Cotton Candy shrugged slightly, waiting on her to finish. “Cause this crazy ho lost her mind and tried to hurt Tweety, and got her ass fucked up,” she told her as Cotton Candy frowned slightly. “Tweety whipped her ass, then stabbed her,” she told her as the woman’s mouth dropped. “Ryan finished her off,” Caramel added calmly seeing the horror reflected in the woman’s eyes.

  “So, like I said,” she began anew. “You can finger yourself or vibrate yourself to orgasm as much as you want thinking about Ryan, but you better let that be the end of the fantasy, cause if you try him, you’re gonna be really sorry,” she finished as Cotton Candy nodded thoughtfully and immediately changed the subject.

  “Is Al gay,” Cotton Candy questioned.

  If she couldn’t have Ryan, Al would do nicely. He was tall as well, deep creamy chocolate, big muscular arms, and beautiful brown eyes. Caramel laughed again.

  “No girl,” she replied, taking another sip. “He’s just really quiet,” she added as Cotton Candy grunted.

  “You been with him too,” she asked.

  “No,” Caramel replied honestly. “He’s not like Chino,” she went on. “He has to sample everything,” she added rolling her eyes as Cotton Candy laughed.

  “Al has only been with a couple of the girls here that I know of,” she finished as Cotton Candy nodded her understanding.

  “I might hafta work on that then,” she threw out as Caramel laughed and told her to go for it.

  “From what I heard, he got it going on,” Caramel told her as Cotton Candy licked her lips and said she definitely wanted to find out.

  “Well, here’s your chance,” Caramel told her, seeing Al make his way to the deck where they were.

  “Wassup ladies,” he greeted them pleasantly coming onto the deck and glancing over the banister.

  “Hey Al,” Caramel greeted him. “You want a refill girl,” she asked Cotton Candy rising to leave and let them be alone.

  “Thanks,” Cotton Candy replied smiling as Caramel winked at her and left the deck.

  “How come you haven’t come to my room to say hello,” Cotton Candy asked.

  She wasn’t known for being coy. Cotton Candy went after what she wanted. Al smiled slightly before looking into her eyes.

  “Is that all you want me to come to your room to do,” he asked calmly.

  Cotton Candy smiled fully, loving his directness.

  “No, not by a country mile,” she replied. “I want you undressed and inside me.”

  Al took his time looking her over before speaking again.

  “I can do that,” he replied calmly as she rose and took his hand.

  Caramel saw them ascending the stairs and smiled, heading back onto the deck with her cup of cappuccino to relax and continue to enjoy her day.

  33

  Day Five

  Ian was checking his money and packing it to be moved to his safe house in Elberton. He thought about Kaitlyn and their time together here in Mississippi. He thought about her initial reaction when he told her he’d taken her pills. Bet she didn’t see that on the horizon, he chuckled to himself. He was pleased however that she hadn’t tried to fight him on it. Their lovemaking was still just as vigorous and Kaitlyn hadn’t mentioned anything else about protection. If her period comes, I’ll give them back to her, Ian thought. He actually was only testing her. He needed one last act of reassurance before he believed Kaitlyn was totally over Tariq. Ian sighed lightly as the possibility that she could already be pregnant crossed his mind. If she is, then that’s cool too, he continued to think. He wouldn’t make her abort the child; he’d simply have to alter his plans a bit. This is a nice start, Ian thought, completing the count.

  “$657,000.00, not bad,” he mumbled aloud, blocking and packing the money into the large metal attaché cases he’d brought with him.

  Ian made a mental note to call Ryan and see how the operation in Florida was running. He was hoping to start seeing a profit right about now. The money and weapons had been going to them on a regular basis. Cops and high ranking officials had been paid and the interference was minimal. Now it was time for everything to pay off, Ian thought standing in the mirror looking at his reflection. You and Ryan rule the world, he thought once more and chuckled aloud. If Kiki continues to act right, maybe I’ll let her see Tweety again, in due time, Ian thought sighing lightly. He knew that would make the woman happy, and keep her heart in the right place. Thankfully he’d been able to slow her down a bit. Kaitlyn was proving even more ruthless than he’d originally observed. Granted he loved it, Ian knew it would be more a detriment to the success of their collaboration than a help. That’s all behind us now, he thought once more, finally dressing and readying himself to leave the room.

  His cell rang and he answered, seeing the name on the caller ID.

  “Wassup man,” Ian greeted Giovanni.

  “I’m straight, Ice,” Giovanni returned. “How ‘bout you?”

  Ian replied that everything was well with him.

  “What’s going on,” Ian asked wanting to get to the heart of the man’s call.

  “Think I got a line on finding your harasser,” Giovanni told him as Ian grunted slightly.

  “They called again last night while I was manning the line,” he went on as Ian listened intently. “I think I talked them into coming into the station and actually sitting down with me and discussing everything they’d seen,” he finished as Ian chuckled slightly.

  “That’s good work,” he replied calmly.

  Once Giovanni obtained the name and address of the tipster, Ian was going
to make sure their time on earth was short lived.

  “Call me once they actually show up and you have the information I need,” Ian replied as Giovanni assured him he would.

  “Everything else okay,” Ian asked as a secondary thought.

  Giovanni told him he hadn’t heard any rumblings of anything, so everything was straight.

  “Good, that’s what I like to hear,” Ian replied as the two men exchanged pleasantries and disconnected.

  He was definitely a good investment, Ian thought of the sheriff’s deputy, grabbing his keys and heading out to meet Kaitlyn.

  *****

  The agent watched Giovanni as he exited his truck and entered Club Infusion. The camera clicked taking in every step. Quickly checking his surroundings, the agent exited the vehicle and went inside himself. Once he entered and his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he spotted the deputy sitting in a booth on the other side of the room, alone. The agent sat down and ordered a club soda and wings to avoid suspicion and give him a reason to linger. Hopefully a meet will go down, he thought as he scanned the club. The small camera inside the package of cigarettes he placed on his table was picking up the images of whatever it was aimed toward. The agent aimed the pack directly at Giovanni’s table. The text message came quickly. ‘The angle is perfect’ the text read, sent from the GBI van parked further down the street.

  The waitress arrived with his drink and wings. After thanking her and assuring her he needed nothing else, the agent was once again left to his own devices. Taking his time eating the wings, he noticed another man approach the table. He recognized him as Carlos Davis, Ian Bailey’s bodyguard. He’s just as guilty as the rest of them, the agent thought behind the neutral look as he continued to eat. Carlos sat down and the two men began to laugh and talk with each other. I wish we had a damned tap, he thought angrily, but knew if he could get enough footage of their meeting, the judge would grant them the additional order for the wiretap. Continuing to eat, the agent allowed the pictures to speak for themselves as they recorded every moment inside the van.

  *****

  “I talked to Ice this morning,” Giovanni was telling Carlos as the waitress brought the wings and fries he asked for.

  “Yeah, I’m gonna get up with him later,” Carlos replied as Giovanni nodded.

  “Who was baby I saw you with last night,” Giovanni asked with a leer.

  Carlos laughed knowing he was referring to Sherene and told him she was the current pussy on tap.

  “Damn, she’s fine as hell,” Giovanni again noted.

  “Yeah, she’s straight,” Carlos returned. “I need you to make a run with me tonight,” Carlos started anew.

  Giovanni nodded and asked for the details.

  “Need to take a couple kilos out to Suwannee,” Carlos provided.

  They had a client there who only ordered in bulk.

  “Sounds easy enough,” Giovanni returned.

  Carlos laughed and told him it should definitely be a piece of cake.

  “Only a couple grand in it for you,” he told Giovanni who chuckled at the statement.

  “Shit man, I got kids, remember,” he threw back as Carlos laughed.

  “That two grand will help my ass not be homeless, carless, and hungry,” he added and Carlos roared with laughter.

  *****

  The agent observed Carlos rise and leave Giovanni alone again, leading him to believe the meeting was over. Finishing the last of his own wings, he rose and paid his tab, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and heading out the door. Once he was back in his own vehicle, he called Ben and checked in.

  “Yeah, the guys inside the van told me they had an interpreter looking at the DVD now, so we can know exactly what was said,” Ben told him as the agent grunted his acknowledgement.

  “Follow him and observe until I call you back,” Ben instructed once more as the agent told him he would and they disconnected.

  This bust is gonna be fun, the agent chuckled as Giovanni once again emerged and the hunt was on, as they both started their cars and headed out once more into the day.

  *****

  Jaleesa was enjoying the Florida sun so far. Tampa Bay was a nice place and she wouldn’t mind coming again one day. They’d just arrived at the home of the man entrusted with running the Florida territory, Michael “Big Mike” Denton. The house was nice, in one of the more exclusive suburbs in the city.

  “He has a nice house,” Jaleesa remarked as they turned into the circular driveway.

  “He better have nice books too,” Ryan said ominously as Jaleesa nodded her agreement.

  She knew how both he and Ice were about their business, so she hoped for Big Mike’s sake he had his business together. Ryan parked the Navigator and they got out heading to the door. Ringing the bell they waited. Jaleesa took the time to take in the neighborhood. All the lawns were nicely manicured and several of the homes heralded luxury vehicles.

  After a few moments more, the door opened.

  “Wassup man,” the big burly man standing with the AK-47 questioned.

  Ryan sighed deeply before addressing him, trying Jaleesa knew, to keep his anger in check. The bodyguard was completely disrespecting him.

  “Do you know who I am,” Ryan asked simply.

  The man looked him over with apparent disdain before answering.

  “You’re a fool standing at the door, who’s about to get cancelled,” he answered smartly.

  Jaleesa saw Ryan get that look and knew the bodyguard had made a fatal error.

  “Where is Big Mike,” she threw out evenly, never taking her eyes from the man.

  Ryan didn’t interfere. He was busy thinking how much he was going to enjoy killing the man.

  “He’s indisposed,” the man threw back sarcastically.

  Jaleesa sighed deeply and spoke again.

  “Tell Big Mike to get his dick outta whatever bitch he screwing,” she began as the bodyguard gave her an incredulous look. “And bring his ass to this damned door because the boss is here,” she finished as her statement finally hit home and the bodyguard realized the error of his ways.

  Moving quickly from the doors opening, he invited them in and showed them both to the spacious family room the house hosted. He apologized quickly to both Ryan and Jaleesa before scurrying away to find Big Mike.

  “Baby, don’t kill him,” Jaleesa said softly as she reached up and stroked his face.

  Ryan turned to her, looking into her eyes for a few moments more.

  “What you want me to do to him,” he asked, taking the opportunity to kiss her lips softly.

  “Oh, definitely kick his ass within an inch of his life,” she threw back as Ryan laughed softly. “Just don’t kill him.”

  He nodded shortly, hearing Big Mike making his way into the room, cursing and berating the man as he did.

  “Wassup Ryan,” he greeted the man arriving in their line of sight finally. “I’m sorry bout this fool right here,” he added nodding toward the man looking uncomfortably embarrassed as he stood beside his boss.

  “Who is this beautiful lady,” Big Mike asked, looking at Jaleesa.

  “This is Tweety,” Ryan said simply, his tone saying the rest.

  “Nice to meet you,” Big Mike returned.

  “Why don’t you hang out with Vanessa,” Big Mike asked of Jaleesa, going on to explain who she was to him.

  “Yeah baby, that sounds straight,” Ryan threw out as Jaleesa’s mind whirled.

  She knew Ryan had to be up to something. He never excluded her from business. Vanessa entered the room moments later and greeted everyone. Taking a look at her, Jaleesa immediately understood the union. Vanessa was cover girl pretty, and Big Mike was prison rough ugly. Seeing all the ice and bling the woman sported, the weave, the nails, the makeup and designer clothing, she knew exactly why she even allowed the man to touch her.

  “You girls go out and enjoy some lunch, and some shopping,” Big Mike told Vanessa as she smiled demurely and told him okay.
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br />   Ryan hugged Jaleesa, whispering in her ear as he did.

  “See what this bitch knows about the operations and if there are any problems,” he told her kissing her neck softly as he completed his sentence.

  “Yes baby, I’ll pick you up something,” Jaleesa returned sweetly, never missing a beat.

  Ryan smiled again, handing her a wad of money and telling her to have a good time.

  *****

  “Tampa is nice,” Jaleesa threw out making small talk after they arrived.

  She and Vanessa were dining at one of the areas top seafood bistros.

  “Yeah it’s a cool city,” Vanessa replied as the waiter came and refilled her glass, flirting more.

  Jaleesa smiled slightly noticing, but said nothing.

  “How long have you and Big Mike been together,” she asked, starting on the shrimp and crab salad she’d ordered.

  Vanessa sighed lightly and told her they’d been together almost a year now.

  “Hmph, that’s cool,” Jaleesa returned non-committal.

  “Can I ask you something,” Vanessa started, giving Jaleesa a look.

  “Sure, Wassup,” she threw back calmly.

  “If you sell dope, should you be your own best customer,” she asked plainly and Jaleesa could see the woman was agitated.

  “It doesn’t really make for good business,” Jaleesa replied, trying to draw her out more.

  Vanessa sighed deeply.

  “Ryan is the big boss,” she asked as Jaleesa nodded slightly.

  She sighed again. “He’s not gonna be happy,” she said almost to herself.

  “Why you say that,” Jaleesa fished once more.

  Vanessa eyed her carefully for a while, until Jaleesa spoke.

  “Relax Vanessa,” she told the woman. “What you say ain’t gonna travel,” she added as Vanessa sighed again.

  “I’m gettin’ the hell away from Mike’s nasty ass,” she told her as Jaleesa again nodded.

  “He hits you,” she asked as Vanessa nodded slightly.

  “He slaps me around, and then he fucks around on me,” she told Jaleesa who was trying to figure out what woman in her right mind would willingly screw Mike.