CON TEST: Double Life (A Mystery)

by Rahiem Brooks

  Keisha’s tone was cocoa and smooth. She was more alluring than Monica, too. Her long brown hair draped over her shoulders and she had a super-sized ass. I’d like to hit that from the back, he thought.

  “Ooops, my bad,” Keisha said, continuing into the room. She picked up a bottle of perfume and sprayed her body with the fruity fragrance. “I didn’t know you had company already.”

  “It’s cool,” Justice said quickly, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Keisha, that is Darnell,” Monica said calling him by his Internet name.

  “Hi, Darnell,” Keisha said and stood in front of him. She was practically naked.

  “Is this the guy with the truck?” Keisha asked, allowing Justice to catch her in the lie that she had told him seconds ago about not knowing that he was there. “What kind of truck you got?”

  “A long, black, limousine in my jeans, and an Escalade outside.”

  “Why don’t you get comfortable.” Monica said to him.

  “You might as well. I know that you’re not afraid of a little bump and grind?” Keisha asked, echoing the R. Kelly track that played in the background.

  Without getting off the bed, Justice pulled his sweater and tank top up over his head and tossed them on a chair in the corner. He then raised his butt off the bed a little and pulled his jeans down and then his boxers to his ankles. He bent over and unlaced Polo boots, which he kicked to the corner along with his jeans and boxers. Both women looked at him approvingly.

  “Dang, look at that body,” Keisha said, and smiled at Monica. Without a second thought, she reached out and grabbed his semi-erect penis and said, “You don’t mind if I taste this, do you?” Without permission, she dropped to her knees between his legs and inserted him into her mouth.

  He looked down at her and immediately became solid. He then looked at her and was lost in how avariciously she devoured him. He looked at Monica who did not seem the least bit surprised by the stunt. He signaled for Monica to strip as he kept watching Keisha go to work. And a masterful job she was doing. When she had him grotesquely wet, she began to engulf him until her lips slammed into his testicles; an action that only one other woman could master considering his hugeness. He tickled her hardened nipples with his fingers and then nodded at Monica.

  Monica climbed on the bed and he lay back with his knees bent over the edge of the bed allowing Keisha to continue her masterful job. He sat Monica on his face, facing the direction of Keisha, so that she could watch her friend go to work. His tongue probed in and out of her causing her to moan wildly.

  Keisha removed his dick from her mouth and began to lick on his low hanging balls. Monica lifted his heavy dick and began to suck on his chocolate bar. He enjoyed the 69, but wanted to know what was it called with three people.

  Unbeknownst to Keisha, Justice had caught her going into his pants pockets through the mirror. She then dropped the cash from his pockets into a drawer in the dresser. She pulled out a condom as if that was her true motive for going in the drawer.

  Keisha slipped the Magnum condom onto his penis. He then grabbed her and pulled her down onto his penis. She should not have squatted over him. He held onto her waist tightly, and thrust deeper and deeper into her each time that she came down. With her emoting, "Argh!" each time she came down. He pulled her knees to the bed and rested her head on his shoulder and her breasts on his pecs. He then rolled on top of her, careful to stay deep inside of her. He planted his feet on the floor and began to pound inside of her. He nailed with enough force to leave a penis head indentation in the mattress. Feeling his swimmers ready to jump out of the pool, he pulled out. He looked over at Monica, who sat next to him playing with her pussy and thought, I know this bitch does not think that she is going to get away. They want to take my couple of dollars. He was going to hold both of them accountable for going into his pocket. He knew that they were in the robbery together.

  Justice pulled the condom off and sat it on the dresser. He took his tank top and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he grabbed another condom for Monica. He ripped it open with his teeth and pulled Monica to the edge of the bed.

  He told her to get on all fours like a household pet. Pretending to be a good girl she followed this command. He stood on the floor with his hands on her hips and then fell inside of her deep. She let out a deep groan and he landed all the way in her.

  Keisha tried to ease out of the room, but he stopped her. "Come here, boo," he said without missing a stroke inside of Monica.

  He guided Keisha into doggy style next to her girlfriend and used three of his fingers to penetrate her. He fingered her violently. No way would he let her go get a male accomplice, or worse, a gun.

  Twelve minutes passed since he tore into Monica and her body began to slouch and shiver. He wanted to break her, though. Another four minutes passed by and she was broken. That was a light year in sex time.

  He heard Monica say, “My-sto-mach-hurt-Dar-nell!"

  "What about all that shit you instant message me on Facebook before I got here. Yeah, you would cry like a baby."

  He pulled the condom off and turned Monica around and slipped his dick into her mouth. She was not as good as Keisha in that department, so he switched to Keisha. With Madam Super Head on the job he was ready to climax. He told both women to lay down on the bed as he stood on top of them. He stroke and pulled on himself, and ten seconds later, he rained all over them.

  He jumped off the bed and grabbed his tank top to wipe the sweat from his face again. He grabbed his boxers and slipped them on. Before he pulled up his jeans, he told the chicks, "I know that you stinking bitches took the $75 I had in my jeans. That was $37.50 apiece." He had his jeans on and was pulling on his sweater. He opened the bedroom door and requested them to, "spend the money wisely you silly ass hood rats." He grabbed his jacket from the living room, and bounced back to Manhattan.

  # # #

  Amir arrived back to the hotel and found Alimu-Shine in the room watching a movie. The room was dimly lit. Amir grabbed the light dial and turned the lights to full wattage.

  "Just like you to fuck up a wet dream. You fucking hater," Alimu-Shine said, and sat up.

  "Fuck, what you talking about. How did your day go?"

  "It was exactly as you planned it. Good job."

  "Good job, huh? My day was also breezy."

  "Where’s Justice?"

  "I have not talked to him all day. He's probably roaming stressed. He is in a bad situation.”

  Alimu-Shine grabbed his cell phone and dialed Justice. He did not answer. That was strange. He re-dialed the number. That time the hotel door open and Alimu-Shine and Amir heard Justice’s ringtone. They both looked at him blandly.

  “What!” Justice asked, as he dropped a few shopping bags on the floor. He then plopped on the sofa. He was exhausted.

  “You couldn't hear your ringtone blasting?”

  “Yeah, I was outside, so why answer?”

  “Probably, because we are in here tripping that you did not answer. You could have been trouble.”

  “You worried 30 seconds. Knock it off!”

  “What's with all the bags?” Amir asked, interrupting them. “Shopping was not in my plans.”

  Justice looked at him strangely. “So what, I went shopping. That relaxed me.”

  “You wasted the checks?”

  “No. Absolutely not,” Justice said and grabbed a Staples bag. “I made some extra checks before I left the Plaza. And here's two new boxes,” he said and handed the boxes to Amir.

  “Did you handle your business while you were shopping until you dropped?” Amir asked. He was disgusted.

  “I sure did,” he said. “And came up with $5000, too.”

  “I thought the loan will be ready tomorrow?” Amir asked, beating Alimu-Shine to the question.

  “It will be. I am getting that cash, also!”

  “So, how did you get five grand?” Alimu-Shine asked, frankly.

  “Easily!”
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br />   “Easily, how?” Amir barked.

  “I opened...,” Justice started, but stopped. “I cannot give away all of my tips.”

  “What!” Alimu-Shine and Amir said in unison.

  “Damn, don't bite my head off and toss it out the window onto Broadway. I opened a line of credit while I was there and was approved for $10,000. I did a cash advance while I was getting my debit card. I will take the rest out tomorrow.”

  “And you could not put us on that?” Alimu-Shine asked. Amir was catatonic and could not respond.

  “I just did. Had to try it out, right? Besides you don’t know how much your guy will be approved for, if at all,” Justice said with a smile on his face that pissed Alimu-Shine off.

  “You always find a way to win grand prize.”

  That was beautiful, William thought and stood. He cracked his knuckles and then stretched. It felt great to write such a romantic scene, he joked to himself. He said that and grabbed the remote to change the TV channel, but there was nothing on. He threw on some clothes and decided to take a walk.

  He reached for his wallet and realized that it was light. His fictional plot was actually non-fiction. The women that he ravished had stolen his wallet and in very crafty fashion. He had not even seen that coming as he had made it convenient for Justice. He slumped over to the bed and discussed how the hell could he not have been on point for that. He had to know that it was possible because he did it in fiction. They had stolen $200 from his wallet. He was pissed and concluded that that was what he got for cheating on Lundin. He picked up his pride and walked toward the hotel door. He definitely needed to walk after all.

  William skated across the lot to the ATM. He withdrew $40 and proceeded through the revolving door to the street. The sun was setting in California. San Francisco was surprisingly calm and quiet. As he walked pass the parking attendant, he totally gagged. An atomic bomb could have been launched at his feet and he would not have noticed. The great black snake was in front of him heightening his frustration.

  “Hello, Mr. Fortune!” Justice said, slightly.

  William had a nightmare. At that point, he thought that the two girls were operatives of Justice. And the same held true for the man in the zoo.

  “Look, get the fuck away from me,” William hissed.

  “So violent. Does Lundin know about the temper? You should try anger management, sir.”

  “Fuck you, jackass!” William said, continuing down the lobby driveway to the pavement.

  “What have I done now? You are trying to get rid of me and I have not done anything.”

  William stopped walking and balled his hands into fists. He was nose to nose with his nemesis. “Look, you think that you can plunge into my daily routine and follow me whenever you like to and you’re fucking wrong, buddy,” William growled. He violently poked Justice in the chest punctuating each word. His body dithered from the anger they he was wrapped in. Saliva spat out of his mouth as he spoke. “Get this, you bitch ass snake. Stay the fuck away from me and that's the only warning. If I so much as see you in the hotel lobby when I leave, I'll kill you. Point blank.”

  “No, you won't,” Justice said with contemptuous irony, while he chuckled.

  William ignored him and walked back toward the hotel entrance. He said all he had to say and meant it. He would kill the bastard and be adulated as a hero for it. Unable to be in the city with the goon, he decided to go back to his home. He packed his things and took a late night bus home. He was pissed and in no condition to drive, so he turned the rental car in in San Francisco and caught a light bus out of there.

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  Shortly after 1 a.m., Justice Lorenzo stepped out of a taxi and darted through a dark and desolate cul-de-sac off Hollywood Boulevard and Western Avenue in Hollywood. This scene was queer, but he was sure he had the right place. He had followed Nyoka’s directions to the letter. Despite his senses telling him to meet her at another location, he rang the bell on the wall next to a steel door.

  A small trap door opened at the top half of the door and a small mirror came out. Justice looked up at it.

  “Are you a member?” A female voice asked.

  “I was told to ask for Mystery Dior.”

  A buzzer sounded that opened the door. A middle aged Russian with red spiky hair and a devastatingly effective gun appeared.

  Justice was ushered down a flight of stairs and was greeted by the sound system blaring hip hop music.

  Justice could not believe what he watched. The refined snapshot illustrated an underground club for the rich and famous. He saw Paris, Leo and Depp enjoying themselves. Even more shocking, Nyoka, an innocent acting secret service agent was a member of the club.

  The Russian woman dropped Justice in front of Nyoka and left. He found Nyoka fiercely made-up, and bouncing in her seat, her breasts were being thrown from left to right. Three champagne buckets were on the table. Each contained exclusive top shelf bottles. She was chatting with two other women who exchanged pleasantries with Justice before they danced away.

  He looked at the tray of stuffed shrimp and champagne and said to Nyoka, “Between your salary and my gift, you’re living quite the glamorous life.”

  “Not hardly. I was thinking of raising your rent,” she said and then sang the chorus to a Nikki Minaj song. “But do not worry, I'm not. You make it all up in the sack,” she said, and grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to her. He fell on top of her and she tickled parts of the inside of his mouth wildly. After five minutes of groping and kissing she released him

  Justice liked the drunk and crazy Nyoka, but he was afraid of her new behavior. Do I smell some sort of craftiness in the air? Justice thought and straightened out his shirt. “What was that for?”

  “Just showing my two girls how sexy you are. How your arm muscles contract showing off every cut as they explore my body. Look at them over there gasping.”

  Justice turned and saw the girls that left the booth. They were at a bar kissing and looking at him seductively. He asked, “So, which one can I fuck?”

  “Both!” she said, pulling out a Grafton on Sunset hotel room key and a blue Viagra pill. I know that you are long winded, but they will fuck you until you give up. As long as you can get it up, they will fuck you, baby.”

  Justice grabbed the room key. “I’ll pass on the Viagra. I’ll take some X, though.”

  “Sure,” Nyoka said, waving down a scantily clad waitress. She asked the waitress if she had any Tic-Tac’s. The waitress went into her bra and pulled out a Tic-Tac container. She then dropped two ecstasy pills into Nyoka’s palm. She passed them to Justice, and said, “Everything is available at Club Touch. All you have to do is ask. A $1,000 a month membership assures that.”

  “Damn, I’m going to pop these and down a few glasses of champagne and then I’ll go fuck your girls. But for now, what’s the urgent news.”

  Oblivious to the potency of her words, he snaked his hand up under her dress and slid his middle finger inside of her. He pulled his finger out and looked over at her girls before inserting his fingers into Nyoka’s mouth. He dipped in a second time. That time, he tasted his fingers before kissing her crazily.

  Justice surmised that her offer to bang her friends was staged to balm her horrible news. He had had a masterful plan and a disguise that he had planned to revive for that moment. Say hello to Ms. Grisby.

  * * *

  Outside Justice walked to one of the girl’s car. He could not wait to mangle them. The man snapping photos of him could not wait to expose his drunken nocturnal behavior.

  TWENTY-NINE

  LAX was choked, it seemed to William Fortune as he arrived to pick up Lundin from her NYC excursion. Many people tried to get out of the airport. Equally, people tried to get an earlier flight out before the storm hit. LA traffic in general frustrated him, but that day traffic was horrific. Bad enough he ran late. He had no idea why everyone wanted to travel that day, and he was irritated.

  Somewhere in the ar
ea of the stop-and-go traffic, he rescued Lundin from the LAX beast. She was extremely excited considering he waited two hours, even though he was late. He pulled over to the curb and jumped out of the car, and threw his arms around his wife. She hugged him with equal force, and a passionate kiss. Before they moved onto to sex at the airport, he tossed her luggage into the car and headed home.

  He blended in with the 405 traffic under a nightmarish charcoal gray sky. A crash of thunder crossed the sky. William’s body earth quaked at the steering wheel, and he jerked the wheel a little. Embarrassed by his jumpiness, he kept his eyes on the road, avoiding Lundin. Despite his avoidance, Lundin sensed something awkward in his behavior.

  She said, “Sorry for coming back during such a busy time. I know you asked me to take a later flight, but I wanted to get out of New York.”

  “That’s fine, Boopsie,” he replied, swerving out of the way of a tractor trailer. “I miss my parents,” he said. Both of them were caught off by the revelation.

  She placed a warm hand on his thigh, and cooed, “Oh, William...” She could not find any words to comfort him. She had never been in that situation. Rather than spoil the moment, Lundin stroked his leg while he let it all out. She had no idea what to say. She left his words in the air, as they drove to Robertson Boulevard silently. All was quiet except the bold rumble of the thunder which electrified the smoky sky.

  THIRTY

  William and Lundin’s home was unrealistically still. They were both tired, and after catching up they had sex and fell into comas. At three a.m., William rolled over and opened his eyes. He sat up, pulled the comforter back and slipped on his house shoes. He pressed down the loft stairs to the bathroom. He took a leak, flushed, washed his hands and turned around to exit the bathroom. He nearly bumped into the intruder. Justice had his index finger poised to his lips, “Don’t you say a fucking word!”