TYCE

by Shareef Jaudon

  She introduced me to Biz and told me she was seeing him. I didn’t tell her shit I jus’ let her keep talkin’.”

  “Did anybody follow you here?” Tyce asked; his voice seasoned with concern.

  “No, I circled the block four times jus’ to be sure.”

  “Good.”

  Dallas relaxed a little but continued to talk, “I didn’t know she was seeing him Tyce. I haven’t seen her in a while. If I had known that I would have nev……..”

  He cut her off, “You don’t even have say that. I trust you Dallas…I trust you with my life.” Tyce grabbed her hand and squeezed gently.

  A long awaited feeling of relief and excitement filled up her insides. Dallas was overwhelmed with joy that transformed to an intense feeling of attraction. Ignoring her mind and listening closely to what her body was yelling; she grabbed Tyce’s head with both hands like she was catching a football pass and pulled his face into hers. She felt his neck tense up from the surprise attack but it slowly loosened up as she began to kiss him passionately. Dallas twirled and flicked her tongue aggressively; her kiss became more intense when she felt Tyce’s tongue begin to fight back. For a long moment, they were engaged in a passionate lip lock.

  Dallas finally released her grip on Tyce’s head and stared at him breathlessly. “I would apologize but I’m not sorry. I meant to do that,” Dallas said defiantly.

  Tyce stood up and adjusted his jeans keeping his back toward Dallas. “You mind sharing that cigarette?” Dallas asked seductively.

  Tyce forgot about the cigarette he was holding and passed it to Dallas. He suddenly felt guilty; his mind was going in two different directions at the same time. He didn’t expect for Dallas to come at him like that. His conscience was already eating at him because he actually liked it. Ever since he met Dallas at the hotel, he’d had an intense attraction to her. Up until today, he was able to control it and keep it strictly on a business level. He wasn’t blind; he knew Dallas wanted more from him but that was something he just couldn’t give her. His feelings for Angelique were growing stronger by the day, he couldn’t deny that, but Dallas on the other hand stirred something deep inside of him

  that he couldn’t explain.

  Snapping Tyce out his daydream Dallas spoke, “Tyce, I’m not a shy girl, you know that about me…I know you’re attracted to me…and I know you love Angelique. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, I value Angelique as a friend, and she’s an amazing woman.” Her eyes began to mist a little, “I’m not trying to come between you two…I jus’ don’t know what to do with all this shit inside of me. I think about you all the time, when I stop at red lights I fantasize about fuckin’ you, I wonder how you’re sleeping at night. This shit is driving me crazy! I’m trying to jus’ be your

  friend but that shit aint workin’…Tyce, I love you.”

  I Aint No Joke

  I walked into the showroom of the “Mercedes Benz” dealership and looked around slowly. My eyes stared at the luxury automobiles taking in every single detail. After about ten minutes, I finally settled on a black on black S500, that shit was sexy as hell. An overzealous sales man made his way over to me wearing a painted on smile,

  “I see you have outstanding taste, I couldn’t help but notice you checking out the 500.”

  “Yeah it’s a beautiful car.” I walked over to get a closer look with him following close behind.

  “We have some great financing options available or maybe you’d be interested in a lease package.”

  I opened the door and slid into the cockpit, “Now what makes you think I’d be interested in that?”

  The 30 something sales man looked at my outfit and shrugged his round shoulders in an “I don’t know motion.” I was wearing a camel brown suede jump suit and white T-shirt. I guess to him,

  my clothes didn’t match the car.

  “No offense buddy…you just seem more like a

  “Toyota” man.” He offered.

  “I bet you’re one of the top salesmen here…am I right?” I asked looking up at him.

  “Well, I did beat my quota last month and it’s only three weeks into this month.” He bragged.

  “Wow.” I nodded.

  “Hey, I’m not complaining, if other people around here want to slack then that’s just more money for me! So what you step on a few toes, I’ll gladly be the bad guy to treat my customers right, you know?”

  “I know that’s right.” I got out the car and faced him, “I’m in sales myself and I hate when I have a weak link on my team.” I leaned in closer to him, “If you don’t mind me asking, who’s the weakest link here?”

  The man paused for a second, “Well…let’s just say that women should stick to selling “Avon” not “Mercedes Benz’s.”

  As he said that, a young woman stepped out of a bathroom and walked by us. He looked over at her, then at me and rolled his eyes.

  “That’s Jessica, just be glad I’m helping you and not her; she only sold one car this month, she probably was in the bathroom crying about

  it. Sooo ahhh anyway enough about her, let’s discuss the financing options. This baby will run you about 1,200 a month with a down payment of about 20 percent, if the down payment is a problem we can stretch it out over four weeks with half due now and the other half due in 30 days.”

  As he continued bumping his gums, my attention was still on the young lady. She appeared to be in her early twenties and looked like a schoolteacher with her hair neatly pulled back in ponytail. She wore a red pencil skirt and white blouse and sported an unconfident look in her blue eyes.

  “Jessica!” I yelled interrupting the man’s speech.

  She snatched her head up from some paperwork she was focused on with a look of surprise on her young face. I smiled and motioned for her to come over.

  Jessica quickly walked over, “Yes…can I help you sir?” She asked shakily.

  “Yes you can. I would like your opinion.”

  “Ok, I’d be happy to assist you, what do you need my opinion on?” She smiled glancing nervously at her chauvinistic co-worker.

  “Do you like this car?” I put my arm over the

  top of the door.

  “I love this car; I think it’s sexy and sleek.”

  “What do you think is the best way to buy this car?” I asked looking at the frustrated salesman.

  “Well you could make payments in a buy or lease program or you could just pay good ole’ fashion cash and save yourself tons of money in interest.”

  “Ok last question…do you think I can afford to pay cash for this car?”

  Jessica smiled at me, “I never make assumptions on anyone’s financial capabilities. I do however notice that you’re wearing a twenty seven hundred dollar jump suit, two hundred and fifty dollar sneakers, and I bet your earrings are at least a carat and a half each, and those diamonds run between eight and 17 thousand each. Sooo in my opinion, I would say that you can afford to pay cash for this car.” She concluded with a little smirk.

  “Jessica, can you please tell Mr. Payment here to leave, so me and you can work a cash deal on this car…I don’t think we need him anymore.” I kept my gaze on her.

  She blushed like a school girl, “Umm Brian, can

  you excuse us please, I have some work to do. Two hours later, I was walking out the dealership and Jessica couldn’t stop thanking me. She handed me a stack or her cards and assured me that anybody I sent her way would be well taken care of. I was happy with her service and I liked the car; shit I already had one myself but this one was being delivered to Omar as a gift. I had the feeling he was a little salty with some of the decisions I’d made recently and I thought this would help repair the minor damage our friendship had suffered. Omar was just funny like that, he didn’t like not being included in the shot calling but there could only be one Chief; and that was me. I was still trying to put things together. What the hell was Simone asking Dallas about me and Angelique for? I was also tripping about her fucking with
Biz; I didn’t know that shit either or else I never would have asked her to get the info on Diego Alverez. I only asked her ‘cuz she used to fuck with Diego and knew his whole operation inside and out. He’d dissed her for a younger version of herself and she never got over it…I guess she got up under Biz instead.

  Dallas through me for a loop with that kiss action. I didn’t expect that shit to jump off like that but I’ma stick to my motto no matter what happens. You never lose women chasing money but you most definitely lose money chasing women and the one thing I hated…was losing. I

  needed to stay focused on this last job not to mention this muthafucka Biz; I still had plans for his fake ass! Just as I pulled into my driveway, I got a call from a new friend,

  “Wasup baby how you doin’?”

  “I’m good…I need to see you tonight is that

  possible?”

  “Everything ok?” I asked frowning.

  “I’m fine but everything is not ok, I have to see you tonight.”

  “Yeah that’s cool jus’ give me a few hours, I’ll be in my regular room at the “Four Seasons.”

  “Ok, I’ll see you later.” She said.

  Honey I’m Home

  Angelique was lounging out by the pool trying to catch the last few rays of sunshine. She had her I Pod plugged into her ears and didn’t hear me coming up behind; I surprised her with a kiss on the top of her head.

  “Hey baby.” She greeted me taking her earplugs out.

  “Wasup…you workin’ on that tan huh?” I asked pulling a chair up to sit beside her.

  It was like that scene in the movie “Sword Fish” where “Halle Berry” was sitting naked in a chair. The view was stunning and her body was making my eyes water and my dick jump at the same time. I loved how comfortable she was with her body; I was a sucker for a woman who wore her birthday suit as an outfit.

  “Yeah, you know I can’t have any tan lines on this body. Oh, I went to the store and got what you needed; it’s on the kitchen counter.”

  “Good, thank you.”

  “You're welcome, but, you know how I like to be thanked.” She said slyly as she opened her legs slightly.

  I took the hint she was throwing at me without hesitation. I grabbed her glass of iced tea and took a drink letting a big piece of ice fall into my mouth. I got on my knees and buried my head between her bronze thighs. I put my mouth directly on her moist clit and began tracing small S’s with the tip of my cold tongue. Angelique always kept her pussy waxed so there was nothing to protect her from the hot and cold sensations she was feeling from my mouth. I kept the ice tucked in my cheek while I licked and sucked her pussy perfectly. Her legs were now wide open allowing me full access and her back was arching off the lawn chair as she moved her hips slowly to match my rhythm. Angelique was rubbing the back of my head like a crystal ball and moaning softly.

  “You're gonna ma make me cum baby.” She shuddered breathlessly. “Oooooo baby lick that shit…yeahhh yessss…lick my p pussy.” She said biting her bottom lip.

  Angelique’s body tensed up and she held her breath like she was going under water. She locked my head in place with her thighs while she rolled her pussy on my tongue real fast. She finally came

  up for a breath of air after she was finished cuming. I kissed her clit softly and took a much needed breath myself. I leaned over and looked at her face; there were tiny beads of sweat on her

  forehead as she smiled up at me.

  “I needed that baby.” She rose up from the chair and licked my lips; tasting her own juices, “Are you big enough to ride this ride?”

  She turned around and got into the doggie style position with her knees resting on the chair, “Get it while it’s hot!” She winked.

  I pulled my pants down not bothering to get undressed and dove into her wet pussy. We fit together like a puzzle piece, Angelique’s insides felt incredible. I pumped her pussy hard but I was careful not to hurt her. When we both felt the internal explosions of mind numbing orgasms we tumbled over the lawn chair landing on top of each other and busted out laughing.

  Now We Up In The Big Leagues

  The bank job was coming up fast. Omar needed to get a plan together quickly if he wanted to make good on his agreement with Biz. He knew Tyce didn’t suspect anything, especially not from him so the element of surprise was on his side. Tyce had shocked him when he had the S500 delivered to his house out the blue, that shit was tight. He almost felt bad that he was about to murder his ass-but not that bad. Tasha was on a money high these days with all the loot Omar was bringing in; which she was spending like crazy. She bought tons of new clothes, piles of shoes, and a candy red “Corvette” convertible. Omar was also shocked to see a chef cooking dinner in his kitchen one night. Tasha had hired the West Indian man to prepare dinner for them Monday thru Friday; she chose to let Omar take her out to eat on the weekends. Tasha was behaving like a lady during the day and a straight freak a night. She was doing everything to keep Omar focused on making that money and eliminating Tyce from their lives. Nothing was hidden from Tasha, she knew everything. She asked the right questions at the right times to get the true answers. All she had to do was let Omar sniff the pussy and he would sing like a bird. She mastered how to use her pussy power to get the information she wanted and Omar was an easy victim. Nowadays she was rolling his truck and her new convertible; since Omar couldn’t eject his ass out the new Benz dumb ass Tyce had given him. Tasha didn’t mind though, she’d be twisting that shit all around Oakland soon enough; she was looking forward to her new wealthy life up north, fuck these low budget ass niggas down here…she was on her way up!

  Ding Dong

  Simone answered the door in her pink silk bathrobe expecting to see Biz but she was shocked to see a blast from her past standing in the doorway. Simone’s eyes widened as she took a little step back. She didn’t say a word and just stared at her ex-boyfriend astonishingly.

  “Hola Simone…are yu going tu stare at me or invite me en?”

  “Diego…I ahhhh wasn’t expecting you…what are you doing here?”

  “I jus’ stoppt by tu check en on yu…I missed yu.” Diego said with a sexy Spanish accent.

  Diego didn’t wait for an invitation he casually slid by Simone and walked in like he owned the place…well technically, this was the house he’d bought for her two years ago but that was the past. Simone suddenly became worried about where she’d put her cell phone. Her mind was shifting into survivor mode; she didn’t know whether to run out the door or just play it cool. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Diego was there for a reason…but she couldn’t appear to be bothered or frightened so she just decided to feel him out a bit.

  “What brings you here? I haven’t seen you for about...two years?”

  Simone strolled toward the couch Diego was sitting on comfortably and stood with her arms folded across her chest. Her hair was still damp from the shower and she was naked underneath her knee-high robe. Diego didn’t answer; choosing to take in the beauty of his ex-girlfriend instead. Simone noticed he was still as handsome as she remembered but she also remembered how cruel he could be. The memory of the day he threw her out the house after she caught him fucking a girl half his age was still fresh in her mind.

  Diego cut right to the chase, “Simone did yu tella man named Tyce where my money an my product was located?” He maintained his cold stare at her.

  “What? What the fuck are you talkin’ about! She snapped.

  “I will ask yu one las time…ded yu tella man named Tyce Adkins where my money an my product where hidden?” Diego remained calm. His jet-black hair matched his eyes as he continued to look directly at Simone.

  Simone stood her ground, “No Diego, I didn’t

  and really I don’t know what you’re even talkin’ about! Get the fuck out! I don’t even know a nigga named Tyce, where the fuck is this comin’ from…did you get robbed or somethin’?”

  Diego stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. He wasn’t m
uch taller than Simone but he was in great shape for a 40 something man. He walked slowly up to her and grabbed her face gently with both his hands,

  “I love yu Simone…an I’m sorry fur hurting yu.”

  After he said that, he walked out the front door. Simone stood on her porch and watched him get into the back of a black SUV; she couldn’t see who was driving because it was dark out. She relaxed when the truck sped off down the street disappearing into the night. “What the fuck was up?” She thought to herself as she closed her robe tighter. How did he know it was her? She knew Tyce didn’t snitch her out…that would be suicide for him, but who the fuck was talking. Simone quickly dressed and decided to go over to Biz’s house to see if he’d heard anything. Ten minutes later Simone walked out her home and jumped into her car; she sent Biz a text message earlier to let him know she was on her way. She took one last look out of her window; checking for any signs of Diego in the neighborhood. She gave a little sigh of relief when she saw no signs of her ex; she then started her car. An old man was watering his grass two houses over when he saw the explosion that brightened the dark night. He shielded his eyes from the blast as Simone’s car was sitting in her driveway engulfed in flames. The car exploded again as the gas tank ignited, lifting it several feet off the ground. Simone never had a chance…the explosion killed her instantly. Her body continued to cook as her car transformed into a huge barbeque grill. Minutes later fire trucks were heard sounding off in the distance but it was useless…they could do nothing to save her, Simone was dead and gone.