by Sa'id Salaam
Killa was too tired to resist so he turned to face her. She thoroughly cleaned his head, face, and chest. She deliberately skipped his genitals and cleaned his legs and feet. She was simply saving the best for last.
Killa blew his breath as if frustrated when she grabbed his dick with the hot, soapy cloth. All that huffing and puffing but his ass ain’t say stop. Instead, he grew rock hard in her hands.
He looked down at the pretty girl but she was too busy looking down at his dick. She dropped the washcloth and used her hands to stroke his thick shaft. It didn’t take long before it pulsed and throbbed.
“Shit!” Killa grunted and exploded. He came so hard it hit her stomach with velocity. She kept right on stroking until he stopped skeeting.
“You’re welcome,” Yolo said and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and left closing the door behind her.
“Thank you,” he said softly towards the door.
Chapter 11
For the next couple of weeks Yolo and Killa crisscrossed the country causing multiple murders and mayhem. They managed to keep the Black Mob completely off balance by bouncing coast-to-coast and state-to-state. No one knew where they might show up next.
From Bangor, Maine down to Eatonville, Florida where the notorious Pista Pete was held up. The Miami gunrunner figured he could duck off into the smaller town until the storm passed. Figured wrong because hurricane Yolo switched directions and blew his house down. Literally.
“I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll…what comes next?” she paused to ask.
“Blow your house down,” Killa helped out.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it! I’ll blow your house down,” she said then paused to giggle before pulling the trigger. The grenade launcher did what grenade launchers do and launched a grenade. The explosive went straight through the front door and blew the house down.
Pista Pete came flying out the window and Killa gunned him down out of the air like he was skeet shooting.
“Next!” Yolo shouted like you know who and it was off to Anchorage, Alaska. They were both disappointed not to see any igloos or Eskimo. The big city looked just like any other big city. It also had a booming drug trade, which meant Black Mob. Yolo had Killa, which meant no more Black Mob. A couple of well-placed car bombs wiped out the faction in one long night.
Next, they brought the pain to Portland, Maine. Next, they made the Windy City look shitty, and made a big mess in Texas, New York, Philly, Oklahoma, Vegas, and Tahoe.
“I wonder how they are…Sun and Shyne,” Yolo pouted like a mother missing her babies.
“We’re about to find out. I heard we missed one in LA,” Killa lied. Truth be told, he wanted to see the twins as well.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you,” Yolo cheered and clapped like a schoolgirl. She babbled the whole way back to LA.
When they arrived at Cedar Sinai, he let Yolo go ahead so he could talk to the doctor. She approached the window like she was afraid. Her fears dissipated the moment she saw them.
“Look at how much you guys have grown!” she exclaimed. The twins opened their eyes and looked up at her. “My babies.”
“Two more weeks,” Killa advised when he returned. The babies turned to look up at him then back to their mom. Mixed emotions swept through his being as he looked at his children. A month ago, he wanted nothing more than murder; now, he wasn’t sure.
“I guess we better step it up then huh?” she replied.
Step it up they did. Phoenix, Boston, and Bismarck. Richmond, Raleigh, Nashville, and finally New Orleans.
“The big sleazy,” Killa said changing the name on the sign as he read it.
“You gotta say Nawlins,” Yolo corrected. “Home of Lil Man.”
“So where this nigga be at? Let’s knock his block off so we can move to the main event,” he stated meaning Big Rock. Only days remained. It was time to end this.
“First, he is a she and you can’t get anywhere next to her with a dick. Especially a pretty dick like yours,” she giggled.
“Ok, first of all…stop playing with my dick while I’m asleep,” he chided.
“Huh?” she giggled again and then got down to business explaining the Black Mob operations in The Big Easy.
The late Daddy Mack and cousin Lil Man were big time studs. They cornered the pussy market then moved on to heroin. Using their bevy of beauties to set up rivals they easily took over the drug trade. They made a female only strip club their base of operation meaning a dude couldn’t even get close.
“The Pink Palace has a no penis policy. And you sir, have a penis,” Yolo stated. “I’m gonna need a party dress.”
Killa pulled over to a chic boutique and let her out. He took the opportunity to call his family.
“Mm hm,” Sincerity hummed upon answering the phone. Killa smiled at the picture of her with arms crossed and her lip poking out.
“I know babe. Anyway, how are you? The kids, Grandma, and Cameisha?”
“Err body fine. When you coming down?” she pouted. Killa comforted her as best he could. Yolo came back just in time to hear him say ‘it’ll all be over in a few days.’
She slid silently back into the car and pondered on what he meant. What would be over, her? Was he still planning to kill her? He had been so nice lately. They ate, slept, and killed together just like a real couple. Still…she did kill his kid.
Chapter 12
The killer couple hid in plain sight and checked into a fancy French quarter hotel. Killa shook his head when Yolo ordered a room with a king-sized bed. One bed, which meant them sleeping together once again.
He would never admit it, but he had actually gotten used to waking up with the lunatic cuddled up next to him. Even if she did pull his dick out in his sleep. There was no sex even though Yolo made a big production when her six weeks past, and was shot down.
Yolo was in her feelings about getting turned down. Men had been trying to fuck her since she was a child. But the only man she ever loved, the father of her children, refused to touch her.
“You straight? Need…anything?” Yolo asked, offering herself to him once again, once they reached their room. She was hoping he would say yes, and make mad passionate love to her. Or at least fuck her, but no such luck.
“Nah, I’m cool,” he replied and rolled over. A few seconds later, he was sleeping soundly and snoring loudly from the long drive.
“I’m not,” Yolo said with her lip poked out. She laid down next to him and pouted herself to sleep. She awoke several hours later and called room service. Once the food arrived, she woke Killa up to eat.
“You play too much,” he griped seeing she had pulled his dick out once more. His tune changed when he saw she ordered his favorite blue cheese burger and sweet potato fries. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Babe,” she replied and put a forkful of salad into her mouth.
“That’s all you’re eating?” he asked in shock. He knew firsthand how she could eat.
“Yeah, or I won’t be able to fit into my dress.”
As soon as she polished it off, she grabbed the bag from the boutique and retreated into the bathroom. Usually she stripped in front of him and he would turn his head. Not tonight though, she wanted him to see her dressed to kill.
Yolo felt extra girly. After a refreshing shower, she primped and prodded in front of the mirror. The cute, shoulder length blonde wig complimented her bronze skin. Now for the dress, if you could call it that. The spaghetti strapped strip of cloth plunged so low in front it dipped below her navel. She bounced back quite well from childbirth and the ripples of her six-pack were almost back.
Her breasts kept a little of the baby weight and hung plump and heavy. There was no room for panties in the tiny dress so she didn’t put any on her freshly shaved kitty cat. She stepped into her high heeled sandals and emerged triumphantly from the bathroom like she had a point to prove.
Actually, she did, and she proved it.
“You ain’t cute,�
� Killa frowned looking her up and down, then down and up. It was exactly the reaction she expected.
“Thank you!” she cheesed at the clandestine compliment. She tried to bounce but a tittie popped out.
“A-yo, no games. Go murder that bitch and get back,” Killa stood and directed forcefully.
“Ok, Daddy,” she smiled. On a whim, she crossed the room and hugged him. She felt kind of silly feeling him tense from the display of affection.
She was about to release him and run until he put his arms around her and hugged her back. Yolo cheesed so hard the corners of her mouth touched her ears. She decided to quit while she was ahead and rushed from the room. Her tittie popped out again but she waited until she was in the hall to put it back.
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“Mmph!” the bouncer exclaimed when Yolo sashayed up to the Pink Palace. Yolo had to squint to verify that he was in fact a she. Standing six feet with long dread locks made it hard to tell.
“I guess that’s a compliment,” Yolo said feeling sassy. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay or straight, new meat is new meat. All eyes were on Yolo as she traipsed inside.
“Who the hell is that?” Lil Man demanded with one of those ‘Dayum she fine’ grimaces on her face. The stud stood the same 5’5” as Yolo with delicate features. No matter how hard she tried not to be, she was still pretty.
Lil Man would ace bandage her breasts and spoke in a husky whisper that left her voice sore. At 25 years old, she had never been with a man and had a brand new vagina in her boxer shorts.
“Cola,” Yolo requested as she reached the bar. Lil Man appeared by her side before she could take her first sip.
“Nuh uh lil’ mama,” she said taking the glass out of Yolo’s hand before she could get it up to her mouth. “A bitch like you ‘posed to be sippin’ bubbly in the VIP, ya heard?”
“Heard you call me a bitch,” Yolo replied twisting her lips at the twisted so-called compliment. She drifted away and wondered if the mothers of the civil rights movement referred to themselves or each other as bad bitches. What about the mothers of the believers? Mary? I think not.
“Um…hello?” Lil Man asked bringing Yolo back to the present.
“What?” Yolo snapped at being pulled from her thoughts.
“Come hang out with a nigga,” she offered.
It suddenly made sense to her. If you consider yourself a nigga then of course you want a bitch. Niggas and bitches, I’m surprised that’s not a book title.
“Sip on these grapes,” Lil Man urged.
“I don’t drink, but…I’ll come hang out with you,” she replied coyly. Lil Man exaggerated her swag as she led the new meat up to the VIP section.
It took Yolo a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dim lights. She would never adjust to the debauchery within. She was not ready. The place was Sodom and Gomorrah lesbian style.
A very young, very light skin girl lay on a table with her legs spread very far apart. She must have been a cheerleader before becoming a tramp. A large stud tongue fucked her until she came. The stud scooted away and watched her squirt.
“Yeah Ox! You don’t play with it!” Lil Man cheered giving her a high five.
“That’s right!” the stud proclaimed proudly with a wet smile. She wiped the juice away with the back of her hand and called, “Next!”
“My turn!” a petite black girl yelled and took position on the table.
Yolo felt an odd curiosity watching the girl on girl action. Her panties would be wet if she had worn any.
“Shit girl you can stretch out on my table and I’ll hook you up, ya heard,” Lil Man offered.
“I’ve never been with a girl. Shoot, I’ve only been with one guy and only once,” Yolo said truthfully.
“Sho-nuff!” Lil Man shouted as the new meat alarm rang in her head. She was going to turn this one out and keep her for herself. She snatched Yolo by the hand and pulled her towards the door.
“Where are we going?” she asked naively.
“To my spot. I’m finna give yo’ lil’ ass the bizness,” the stud assured her. Once they got into her Benz, they shot across town. Yolo stifled a smile at how easy it was to get her alone. She was thinking with her dick even though it was a strap-on.
Business was obviously good because Lil Man pulled up to an exclusive waterfront loft building. She jumped out of the car, rushed around, and rushed Yolo inside.
A huge four-poster bed dominated the bedroom. The dresser held a collection of strap-on dicks in different shapes, sizes, and colors. Yolo climbed the set of stairs with Lil Man right behind her. Once they were on top, she leaned in under Yolo’s tiny skirt.
“Oh my!” Yolo gasped in confusion when she felt the tongue flick on her vagina from behind.
“Arch your back,” Lil Man instructed as she lifted Yolo’s skirt over her hips.
“Okay,” she said and complied. The stud sucked her bald box until it exploded in her mouth. Yolo tried to collapse but Lil Man held her in place. She commenced to toss her salad like a world-class chef.
“Stay…right…there,” Lil Man said and jumped down from the bed. She went over to the dresser and selected one of the strap-ons.
“What do you plan on doing with that?” Yolo asked curiously.
“’Bout to fuck that pretty lil’ pussy, ya heard!” she answered. It was however, the wrong answer.
“Oh no you’re not,” Yolo said pulling her dress off despite the rejection.
Lil Man misunderstood and smiled assuming she was playing coy. She wasn’t. She just didn’t want any blood on the new dress.
“Don’t make me take it! Had to rape a lil’ young hoe last week. Wanna smoke up a nigga weed and think you ain’t fuckin’! Shit, I strapped that ass spread eagle and took it!” she laughed.
Joking about a rape to a girl who was almost raped isn’t a very good luck. Joking about it to a lunatic is just plain stupid. Yolo looked at the large straps attached to the bedpost and changed her plans. The stud just earned a long, drawn out, brutal murder.
Yolo hopped down off the bed and moved across the room in a flash. She and Lil Man might have been the same size and weight, but that was all. Yolo beat that poor girl half to death. She then pulled her on to the bed and strapped her down. That was bad, but coming to and seeing Yolo, strapping on her largest strap-on was worse.
The 10-inch job was a novelty item that she never used. Until now.
“W, w, w, what are y, you going to d, d, do do with that?” Lil Man asked in a panic.
“G, g, g, gonna get me some p, p, pussy,” Yolo laughed and kneeled between her outstretched legs. Lil Man bucked against the straps as Yolo fondled her vagina. The unused box betrayed her and soaked her fingers. Yolo lined the prosthetic penis up between her labia and plunged inside.
“Yeow!” Lil Man howled as her cherry popped. Yolo fumbled around trying to figure out how to get a good stroke going. She got it down and you couldn’t tell her nothing.
“Whose pussy is this? Huh?” she giggled and stroked.
“Y, y, yours,” Lil Man admitted sounding like a little lady. Yolo cheesed and stroked harder.
“Argh!” she grunted and pretended to bust a nut like a guy would do. Once her make believe spasms subsided she snatched the dildo out just as roughly as she forced it in.
“So, we straight now?” Lil Man petitioned hopefully.
“Well Lil Man…”
“Demetria, my name is Demetria.”
“Ok, well Demetria, I’m Yolo,” Yolo said pulling the wig off. “So no, we’re not straight.”
Yolo climbed up to her head and stuck the head of the strap-on in her mouth. She gave it some pretty good head for a stud while Yolo unstrapped it. Then she shoved it down her throat.
“Ugh!” Lil Man gagged as Yolo put her full weight on the dildo. She squirmed and twisted in the fight for her life but lost. Choked to death by a plastic penis. That’s a pretty fucked up way to die, ya heard.
It had become a macabre custom to
use the dead mob phones to send dead mob member pictures to Big Rock. Tonight was no exception and Yolo pretended to be a high fashion photographer.
“Vogue. More life,” she instructed the corpse as she snapped pictures. Lil Man just lay there with eyes wide from the shock of death.
After sending the pictures to Rock, she searched through the stud’s phone. With her nosey ass. She hit pay dirt when she came across a text conversation between Lil Man and Big Rock’s right hand man, Bull.
“Sho-nuff?” Yolo exclaimed at the developing mutiny. That was her way in. She didn’t think Lil Man would mind so she took her car keys. A last minute plot popped in her head so she took the straps off the bed as well.
“Well?” Killa asked as Yolo finally made it back to the room. He was questioning the mission as well as the confusion on her face.
“She’s dead, but um…” Yolo paused and frowned as she wrestled with what transpired.
“But what?” he bolted upright getting alarmed.
“But I think… I think I’m a lesbian?”
“Oh, well yeah. I could have told you that,” Killa cracked up and laid back down.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Yolo laid back down beside him.
Chapter 13
The long ride from New Orleans to Maryland was made in virtual silence. It was a smooth ride in the borrowed 550 Benz thanks to Lil Man. Yolo spent most of the ride staring out the window in deep thought. Big Rock was dying tomorrow, but what about the next tomorrow? Would she be alive to see it? Would he?
Yolo sat mad at the lone tear that escaped and quickly backhanded it away before he could see it. He did see her wipe but pretended not to. He didn’t say anything until they reached Baltimore.
“Let’s get a good night sleep,” he suggested as he pulled into a hotel parking lot. “I’ll get at my people in the morning for guns and information.”
“Ok,” Yolo replied solemnly, keeping her secret to herself. She followed him into the office to get the room. ”One bed, king size.”
