Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 2

by J. M. Benjamin

  “Everybody relax,” he suggested, coming up behind Big Les with one revolver pointed at his head, the other scanning the area. Despite it seeming as if everyone in the room was going to comply, Rich knew there was going to be one who would rebel. Just as he figured, as soon as the insurgent emerged from the table in front of him and Big Les, Rich sent two convincers that tore into the man’s chest plate, giving him two good reasons why his decision was a bad one. He never got to get off a shot. If anyone had it on their mind to buck, it was easily changed by their colleague’s sudden death.

  “Do anybody else need convincin’ that this is not a drill, it’s the real deal?” Rich asked.

  He saw everyone’s head shaking, indicating they understood.

  “Everybody come where I can see you.” Everyone made their way over to the middle of the room. “Have a seat,” Rich pointed to the ground. He pushed Big Les into the middle of the floor. “Tie ’em all up and tape the mouths.”

  Big Les was growing tired of Rich ordering him around. Judging by the money on the table and what he estimated to be in the duffel bags, he knew he was about to take a huge loss. In addition to that, he knew once word got out on the streets that someone had single-handedly took down one of his stash houses it would be just a matter of time before every petty stickup kid in town would try him and he couldn’t afford to let that happen. Big Les began duct-taping his workers’ hands behind their backs, starting from the right side. As he got to the middle person who was one of the naked girls he had bottling up for him, Big Les made his move. He had no idea Rich had already anticipated his move, though. The shot shattered Big Les’s spine as he reached for the gun on the coffee table. The table legs collapsed from the weight of Big Les’s body as he bellied over onto it. The women screamed as the men’s eyes widened with fear. With no more time to waste Rich walked over to each person on the floor and one by one began launching bullets into the skulls. He then pushed Big Les’s body to the side, gathered up all the money on the table, tossed it into the duffel bags, and exited the dead body–infested room. He had no need for the drugs so he left it where it was. On his way out he pumped a shot into Major’s head. Seeing that he only had one shot remaining, Rich picked up the sawed-off shotgun Tiny once possessed and split his face into two before he made his way out the door. That night Rich had gotten away with 160,000 in cash and even up until that day the incident sat in the cold-case files and among the street tales as one of the greatest unsolved mysteries in the hood.

  Rich brought his mind back to the present just in time to see the mug shots of the captured young bank robbers and shook his head in disgust for a second time. “Amateurs,” he said as he shut the television off and called it a night.

  Chapter 16

  One year later

  “The following people have legal mail,” the CO announced.

  Teflon was listening to CNN through her Walkman with one earbud in her ear while the other dangled from her side when she heard the officer call her name. She wondered what type of legal mail she could possibly be receiving as she walked over to where the officer stood and waited in line. When she was handed the white envelope the first thing she glanced at was the return address that read United States of America Appellate Court. Already knowing procedures, Teflon opened the envelope, took out the letter without bothering to read it, unfolded it and shook it out. Once she signed for it she put the letter back into the envelope, folded it back up, shoved it into her khakis’ pocket, and resumed watching the news. Two hours had gone by before the floor officer called count time. Teflon wasted no time making her way to her sleeping quarters. In passing she crossed paths with her unit manager. Over the years she and the white lady had never seen eye to eye. Teflon felt her unit manager was intimidated by her. The two had never exchanged words, but what little they had was enough to support Teflon’s claim. Teflon never broke the white lady’s stare, who was eyeing her down from the time the two had noticed one another in the hallway as their paths closed in. She knew her unit manager was on her way home, because this was the time she’d normally see her floating through the halls headed toward the unit’s exit. As they reached within ear distance of each other Teflon noticed her unit manager fixing her mouth to say something and was surprised because they never spoke in the halls or anywhere else whenever they were in each other’s company. “Congratulations, I’ll see you in the morning,” she drily remarked and kept going about her business.

  Teflon had no clue as to what the unit manager was talking about. She chalked it up as the white lady believing in what was called the “they all looked alike” concept, confusing her with someone else in the facility. When count time cleared, as usual Teflon took her ritual shower. When she returned to her area she took the belt out of her khaki8s along with everything out her pockets to change from her sweatpants into a fresh, crisp pair. As she was emptying her pockets she came across the legal mail she had received earlier in the day. She took the envelope, balled it up, and tossed it into the trash. Just as she was about to slip out of her sweats and into her khakis something drew her to the trash can. She took the envelope back out of the can and un-balled it. She didn’t know what made her retrieve the letter, but she was curious as to what the contents consisted of. Teflon took the letter out the envelope, unfolded it, and began to read.

  Dear Ms. Jackson,

  After carefully reviewing the arguments and mitigating factors of your case it is in the Appellate Court of the United States Of America’s decision to find the charges you were trialed and convicted on unwarranted and grant you immediate release.

  Sincerely,

  Senior Judge Of Appeals

  James A. Andrews

  Teflon reread the letter for a second time before her brain could comprehend the words on the paper. Her eyes wanted to believe it, but she felt they were being deceived. By the time she had read the letter for a third time the words from her unit manager had registered in her head and Teflon realized the white lady in fact had the right person.

  So many thoughts raced through Teflon’s mind. She could not believe that she had been given a second chance. That in mind, her thoughts directed themselves to Rich. She knew he was the only one who could make this possible. For years he had been promising her that he would get her home. She never wanted to entertain the statement nor did she believe him, but at that moment he had turned her into a believer. She tucked the letter and speedily dressed. She couldn’t wait to make her way to the telephone to share the good news with the only person she could.

  The next day Teflon signed her release papers and walked out the female federal prison with nothing but a boxful of letters that Rich had written to her and nearly 300 pages of the manuscript she had been working on, in a laundry bag tossed over her shoulder. Everything else she left in her locker and let all the women in her area know they could have what they pleased. She had no friends, so there was no one in particular to leave anything to. The night prior she had stayed up writing a new chapter of her story until she fell asleep. When she had spoken to Rich to share the letter with him he had already known she was coming home. He had filled her in on how the Muslim attorney he had hired by the name of Damani Ingram from out of Maryland contacted him the day before, informing him of the court’s judgment. Rich told her how he was referred to him by the attorney Muhammad Bashir who was also Muslim and had handled O.G.’s will and power of attorney papers for him. Rich was the one who had told Teflon she’d be released the next day and he’d be out front waiting on her when the doors opened. As promised, when she walked out there he was.

  There was no mistaking who he was when she first laid eyes on him, thought Teflon. With the exception of the age factor Treacherous was the splitting image of Rich. Even the way he seated on the Harley-Davidson bike instantly reminded her of Treacherous. She remembered how he had shared with her how his father had a love and passion for motorcycles. She saw Rich raise up from off the bike as she made her way over to him.

  “
What’s up, ol’ man,” she said with a smile.

  She was met with a bear hug. “What’s goin’ on, daughter-in-law.”

  Teflon was caught by surprise by Rich’s hug, but it was way needed. She hadn’t been embraced in a long time and it felt good to genuinely be hugged by a loved one. She hugged him back. “Let’s get the fuck outta here,” she then said.

  Rich released his hold. “My thoughts exactly,” he replied.

  “Let me drive,” Teflon requested.

  “It’s been a long time, you sure?” Rich asked with a smile.

  “Of course. Once a rider always a rider,” she replied.

  Rich extended his hand. “After you then.”

  Teflon passed him her bag and hopped on the Harley. She turned the key in the ignition, grabbed the clutch, and started the powerful machine. The bike roared like the king of the jungle. The sound was like music to her ears. “Come on, ol’ man, watchu’ waitin’ for?” Teflon yelled over the bike as she revved the engine. Rich grinned and hopped on the back. Teflon came out of first gear as if she had just ridden yesterday and within seconds Danbury Female Federal Correctional Institution became a thing of the past.

  Chapter 17

  Rich guided Teflon to the back of the house. As soon as he’d gotten word that she was coming home Rich went out and gathered as much as he could to make the back part of the house as cozy and comfortable as possible for her. He purchased her a brand-new mahogany and gold queen-sized bedroom set, a twenty-seven inch flat screen, a DVD/CD stereo system, and air conditioner, all to be delivered. He then went to Bed Bath & Beyond and snatched up a comforter set, throw with curtains to match, and extra pillows. Once he purchased that he went over to Target and picked her up any and all products he thought a woman may need, such as bottles of Dove moisturizer soap, Secret deodorant, Curél lotion with shea butter, and Aveeno body scrub, Motions shampoo and conditioner, along with towels and washcloths. He felt kind of weird shopping for the items, especially when he caught occasional glances and looks from female shoppers, but he told himself it had to be done. He was tempted to grab the more personal products he thought she may need, but sided against after seeing the many women in the aisle where the products were held. He was even tempted to buy her female undergarments but had no idea as to the size she wore and thought it to be inappropriate. So instead he picked her up a pack of wife beaters and boxer briefs. Once he had everything inside the room he began to put it together as best he could. When Teflon walked through the door she was both surprised and impressed. She had no idea what to expect, but she never expected all of what she laid her eyes on. The room was immaculate, she thought. She could tell everything was brought brand new by the fresh smell of newness in the air. Rich had everything laid out nice and neat for her, Teflon noticed. She smiled when she saw the pack of wife beaters and boxer briefs lying on the bed next to the towel and washcloth. “How’d you know,” she said, actually glad he had chosen them over traditional bra and panties for her.

  He just grinned. “I’ll leave you alone to get situated, hope I got you everything you needed.”

  “You did good,” she said, touching his face.

  “I’ll be downstairs,” he replied and with that Rich was out the door.

  Teflon had been soaking for nearly an hour in the hot bath. The realization of being home had just begun to marinate as she felt the products Rich had brought for her cleansing her flesh. She stood and drained the tub and rinsed the remainder of the prison residue off her body. As the shower water cascaded down her back, she held her head underneath the water, placed her two fingers on her clit, and traveled back in time when Treacherous had first come home.

  “Thanks for the meal, babe,” Treacherous said to Teflon, reaching over to give her a kiss.

  “You know you don’t have to thank me. You’re my heart. I just wanted everything to be nice for you,” she replied, embracing him. “You’re home now. This is just the beginning.” She continued to wash the upper part of Treacherous’s back. He relaxed in the bath she had prepared for him. He had been soaking for half an hour while Teflon bathed him. Teflon dipped the washcloth into the water, then squeezed it out over top of Treacherous’s clean-shaven head. Treacherous’s dome glistened as the suds washed away. Teflon massaged his pecs as she continued to wash the residue off him, causing it to cascade from his head onto his chocolate chest, which was rock solid. Each part of his body she touched was hard and chiseled with muscles. That turned Teflon on.

  “This shit feels good. I couldn’t wait to get up outta there and get that jail funk off me. Babe, I ain’t never going back. We ain’t never going back, you hear me,” Treacherous spat in disgust, turning toward Teflon.

  “I know, baby, I hear you,” Teflon agreed. She could hear the hostility in Treacherous’s tone.

  “Let’s not dwell on that, Treach. Let’s just focus on us and how we’re going to get this money. Fuck all that other stuff. Remember. No looking back.”

  “Definitely, no looking back, hand me a towel. I’m done.” Teflon reached over and retrieved the towel she had waiting for him. Treacherous stood and Teflon began to dry him. Treacherous’s manhood grew as Teflon took him into her hand and began massaging it while drying him off.

  “Chill,” Treacherous moaned, unable to bear her touch.

  “You chill,” she shot back. “Let me do this.” Teflon knew that his body was foreign to her touch and sensitive from being without a woman’s physical touch.

  Teflon took Treacherous by the hand and helped him out of the bathtub. Treacherous revealed a half smile. Treacherous could hear the sound of R&B music coming from the bedroom as he followed Teflon. The closer they got, the more the sounds of Color Me Badd’s throwback “I Wanna Sex You Up” could be heard. As Teflon glided down the hallway Treacherous’s sex began to stiffen even more. The sight of Teflon’s firmness from behind simultaneously and rhythmically bouncing from up underneath the wife beater she wore and her hips swaying from side to side was turning him on. When Teflon opened the bedroom door, the first thing Treacherous noticed was the king-sized bed with satin sheets that were blue, his favorite color.

  Teflon turned and kissed Treacherous lightly on his bare chest, then led him to the bed.

  She sat at the edge of the bed and released the towel from around Treacherous’s waist. He made an attempt to move in closer, but Teflon held him at bay, pressing her hands into his washboard midsection as he towered over her. Treacherous looked down at her. She could feel his eyes on her, but didn’t return his stare. Instead, without hesitation she took Treacherous into her mouth. The warmth of Teflon’s mouth was indescribable. He had never felt the way he did at that very moment. Teflon gyrated her mouth back and forth on Treacherous’s hardness. Having never performed fellatio before, a few times she gagged from the size of Treacherous’s rock hardness. She could not even believe she was able to get so much as the head inside of her mouth, based on how Treacherous was packing. She grabbed hold of his waist for support. Even the side of his buttocks were sculpted and solid, she thought as she continued to sex Treacherous with her mouth.

  Treacherous continued to enjoy Teflon’s performance. He had never experienced such a feeling before. As strong as he felt himself to be, Treacherous couldn’t help but grab hold of Teflon’s shoulders for balance. Each time he felt Teflon’s lips reach midway on his dick his legs nearly gave way under him. A few times he heard her choke as she tried to take him into her mouth deeper. He knew he was well endowed, but regardless to the size of his manhood, he was convinced that all the working out he had ever done had not conditioned him for the workout Teflon was putting on him. He watched as Teflon’s head now smoothly began to bob back and forth on his ten inches of chocolate. He could hear Teflon slurping over the music as she popped his sex in and out of her mouth. Teflon’s performance put him in the state of mind of a suction cup the way her lips locked around him. Slowly but surely she was getting the hang of oral as she was eager to learn every inch of
Treacherous’s body tonight. Although she could get into them, she had tried watching adult movies for pointers on how to please him and picked up on how to enhance the oral pleasure she was now displaying on him. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and throw his head back, bracing himself with the help of her shoulders as Teflon vigorously attacked his sex. The more Teflon licked, sucked, and jerked, the more the feeling became unbearable for Treacherous, who tried everything in his power to withstand the enjoyment brought to him by Teflon, but he knew he had to bring the pleasurable feeling to an end before he exploded.

  Treacherous lifted his head back up and opened his eyes. When he looked down for a second time he saw Teflon was staring up at him with him still in her mouth. Their eyes met. Fully turned on by the effect her mouth had on him, Teflon knew she was far from being a pro, still occasionally gagging and having to let up for air, but there was no doubt in her mind that Treacherous was enjoying every bit of it as she took all she could of him into her mouth. Treacherous couldn’t help to look down and witness the love she was putting down on him. Their eyes met, as she too stared up at him she licked around his helmet. Neither of the two broke the stare. At that moment a connection was one that only the two of them would ever know. Teflon ran her tongue down the spine of Treacherous’s rock-hard shaft. The volume of Treacherous’s low moan increased at the feeling. She then took him back into her mouth, then out, and licked her way down, reaching his nut sack. That was all he could bear. Treacherous pulled back and pushed Teflon’s head off him. Teflon shot him a devilish grin. She could tell by the way Treacherous’s body slightly quivered that his sack was sensitive.

  Teflon backed herself up onto the bed and parted her legs. “Come here,” she called out to him childlike with a devilish grin plastered across her face as she extended her hands out. Treacherous leaned in to her embrace. He now had a clear view of Teflon’s neatly shaven tunnel and her smooth inner thighs. For the first time, he noticed Teflon had a tribal tattoo on her waistline, which seemed to wrap around. This was something Teflon had never shared with him. He placed one hand around his dick. It was throbbing from the treatment it had just received from Teflon. She also reached out to Treacherous’s manhood with one hand while touching herself with the other. She was on fire. Her love cave felt as if it were a volcano, dripping with lava. Teflon grabbed hold of Treacherous. At that moment all she wanted was to feel him inside of her. Only he and he alone could cool her cave with his hose. “Come here,” she repeated. But Treacherous resisted. Instead, he reached out and pulled her toward him. Treacherous placed a light kiss on Teflon’s forehead, then a hard one to her lips. Teflon accepted the kiss as it turned into a passionate one. The kiss seemed to last hours. It was Treacherous who broke the lip lock. Treacherous was now standing at the edge of the bed. He grabbed hold of Teflon’s wife beater and lifted it over her head as she raised her arms. Teflon’s vanilla-toned 36C’s bounced out of the wife beater. Treacherous cupped them both and put them together. He kneeled and began to nurse Teflon’s pink left nipple, then did the same to the right. Teflon moaned. Chills shot through her body as Treacherous’ warm tongue tickled her nipples.