by Mark Anthony
DMX’s old song came blasting through the speaker, the hook went, “I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-ya’ll-niggas-’cause-ya’ll-ain’t-killing-nothing!”
I rocked my body in rhythm with the music and I continued to flirt with Supreme. Angela was also having a good time. She wasn’t a weed smoker nor did she do any other kind of drugs, but she enjoyed drinking and having fun. Needless to say that by the time we arrived at the party—which was being held at a hotel near Newark Airport—both Angela and myself had had way too much to drink. But we were also primed and ready to enjoy ourselves that night.
Angela had invited all of her people from Howard Beach and they were supposed to meet us at the hotel, and just as we were arriving at the hotel her cell phone began to ring.
“Yeah, we just got here. We’re getting out of a yellow stretch Hummer. Yeah … Okay, yeah, just meet us at the front of the hotel.” Angela spoke in a strong New York–Italian accent.
By the time we all arrived at the entrance of the hotel it was about one in the morning and there were people everywhere. Normally there would have been some type of VIP entrance but being that it was at a hotel the only way into the party was through the front entrance.
As we congregated in front of the building I remember feeling drunk as hell and I didn’t know how I would hold up throughout the night. There were people and expensive cars everywhere, and there was also a strong police presence. As I stood in front of the hotel and waited for everyone to enter, I remember being kissed on my cheek by someone.
“Hey, Jessie, how you doin’? You look good tonight,” the voice said.
I realized that it was one of Angela’s friends from the neighborhood. He was one of about twenty Italians who had showed up at Angela’s request. He had the typical Italian wannabe gangster look, minus the three-thousand-dollar Armani suit. He, like all of his cronies, was dressed in expensive and stylish Sean John and Rocawear sweatsuits. I had forgotten his name, and the alcohol wasn’t helping me remember it. As I saw all else who had arrived from Angela’s neighborhood I quickly realized that not everybody was a wannabe gangster. Angela’s older brother was there, he was a captain in the Calvino crime family, a made man, and he was accompanied by about ten made soldiers from his crew.
They immediately checked on Angela and White Lines and made sure that they were okay, and in the process they were all introduced to Horse, Supreme, G-Baby, Chris, and a whole host of others from the Gun Clap entourage.
We were all let into the party for free. And as soon as we walked inside I noticed that there were wall-to-wall celebrities and it was packed with people. Funkmaster Flex was deejaying and he had the crowd going crazy.
Horse handed me a check and over the music he yelled into my ear and told me that it was the full amount that he’d owed me and for me to be careful with it and to put it away. I looked at it and saw that it was a little over twenty-seven thousand dollars and I couldn’t have been more ecstatic as I folded the check and did my best to stuff it into the front pocket of my tight jeans. Before I knew what was what, Angela and White Lines were whisked off to the VIP section to drink champagne with Horse and both of their entourages.
Although I knew that I would have a lot of fun partying and drinking, I had to remember that I was still a special agent conducting an investigation. In fact, Supreme, one of the main targets of my investigation, had to become my priority. I knew that I had to get close to him if I wanted to make some progress with the investigation. So instead of following behind Horse and Angela and their entourages I walked up to Supreme. I didn’t really know what to say or how to approach him, and I was so glad that my high hadn’t worn off. As LL Cool J’s song “Doin’ It” was being played I grabbed Supreme by the hand and began dancing with him. I turned my back to him and moved in rhythm as he started grinding on my butt.
“I see you know how to dance like a video girl,” he stated. I didn’t respond to him and kept on dancing with him.
I then turned and faced him and continued to dance with him. I placed my hand on his crotch and whispered into his ear, “I ain’t ‘Superhead’ but there’s a lot of things that I can do like a video girl.” Supreme smiled his sexy smile at me and I kept my hand on his crotch and I could feel him starting to get hard.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Supreme spoke into my ear as he began kissing on my neck.
Having Supreme’s tongue touch my neck was really starting to turn me on and I couldn’t believe that I was actually compromising the investigation like I was. But hey, it was the alcohol and the weed that were to blame.
Prior to going undercover with this investigation, all of my preliminary research had told me that Supreme, like most men, was a womanizer and had a genuine thing for attractive women. He had been known to consistently be seen around town with snowflake, Puerto Rican women, Asian women, and black chicks, so being an attractive woman gave me an in so to speak, but I knew that I had to be careful as to how far I took things with him.
The music was blasting out of the speakers as the lyrics went, “It’s our first time together and I’m feeling kind of horny, conventional methods of making love kind of bore me…”
I loved LL Cool J and I especially loved that song. I began to recite the lyrics. I was really feeling inebriated as I continued to groove with Supreme.
“I always finish what I start,” I stated to Supreme in response to his earlier statement. I then grabbed his crotch one more time as I prepared to walk off to another part of the dance floor.
“Ma’, you frontin’ on me ma’… Where you walking off to?” Supreme asked as he followed behind me.
I took him by the hand and told him that we could play but that it was gonna cost him.
An embarrassed-looking smile came across Supreme’s face as if to indicate that his ego had been bruised. “I ain’t paying for no ass!” Supreme shot back.
I looked at him crossways and stated, “I’m not talking about money … Just introduce me to some of your friends from Underworld and some of the different industry people.”
Supreme’s confidence came back and although he wasn’t a big imposing figure like Horse, he still walked around with this swagger and confidence that gave the impression that he would become threatening if he were not shown proper respect. His demeanor somewhat bordered on the line of arrogance, but that didn’t matter to me because I wasn’t looking to marry the guy, I was just doing my job, investigating him and trying to get closer to him and his circle of cronies.
“Oh no doubt ma’… I know everybody up in here, come on, let me introduce you to some of my mans-an-’em.”
As the music continued to thump, I followed Supreme and the two of us couldn’t step more than three feet without someone saying what’s up to him, embracing him, or whispering something into his ear. Eventually Supreme introduced me to a guy named Mario who is one of the editors at Underworld magazine.
After embracing and showing each other some love, Supreme stated, “Mario, I wanted to introduce you to Jessica … She runs a modeling company and I’m just trying to put her on to some people that I know.”
“A’ight, a’ight, that’s what’s up,” Mario stated as he nodded his head and looked at my body.
I handed Mario a business card and then I went on to tell him about some of the music videos and clothing lines that my company had done work for.
“True story…” Mario said as he went on to give me his number and told me to contact him.
I had actually read Underworld magazine on a number of occasions and I was familiar with a section of the magazine called Sticky Pages where they have a lot of nice-looking models dressed in swimwear and thongs and things of that nature.
“Yeah, my girls could really take your Sticky Pages section to the next level. I don’t think that there is any company or photographer out there that can even touch us!” I boasted.
Mario nodded his head and then adjusted his diamond-encrusted dog tag as he sipped from his dri
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“Yo, she might be right, I mean I ain’t never seen no model chicks with no ass like this!” Supreme said as he pointed to my butt. He then gave Mario a pound as the two of them laughed. I playfully mushed Supreme and told Mario that it was nice meeting him and then Supreme and I walked off.
He continued to introduce me to numerous people and I gave out my business card to everyone. Although I was intoxicated I tried my best to remember names and faces and take mental notes that I would probably need to refer to again later. We eventually reached the lobby of the hotel and it was jam-packed with people.
“Come wit’ me upstairs, we got a suite on fifteen,” Supreme instructed.
I knew that if I backed out and didn’t accompany Supreme to the suite that I would probably forever be blacklisted by him and I could forget any future chances of getting close to him. But I also knew that he didn’t wanna just go upstairs to talk. So I had to think fast about how I could ward off his advances if he tried anything once we got to the suite. The elevator opened up and we got on. What was ironic is that as crowded as the lobby was no one else got into the elevator except for the two of us.
“So you think I got a nice butt?” I asked. I wanted to kick myself for asking that question because I knew where a question like that would lead to. But the liquor was still talking for me.
“Hell yeah! You got ass like a sista, but a face like one of those runway models,” Supreme said as he came close to me and palmed my butt. He tried to kiss me but I stopped him.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“I can’t do nothing with you, Supreme. I mean it’s nothing against you or anything like that. It’s just that I’m engaged…”
Supreme laughed. “Engaged?” he said as the elevator reached its destination and the doors opened up. We walked off the elevator and Supreme wasn’t sure which way the suite was. He explained to me that his man had booked everything and had just given him the access key when he was in the limo.
As we reached the room and Supreme opened the door, he stated, “You didn’t seem like you was engaged when you had my muthafuckin’ dick hard enough to cut diamonds out there on the dance floor.”
The music was already on inside the suite and I wasn’t sure if we were the only two people there in the room. “I know but—”
Supreme cut me off and pushed me against the wall and started kissing on me and feeling on my chest. And part of it felt good but part of me didn’t want to go there with him because of the investigation and because of how guilty I would feel since I was engaged and all.
But before I could blink, Supreme had unzipped his fly and pulled his pants and his boxers down to his knees. Without saying anything he just kind of gently pushed me down and guided me to my knees and just that quick I was face to face with Supreme’s uncircumcised black dick.
“Hold on, hold on,” I said as I stood up. “I wanna do this but I need some liquor or weed or something to loosen me up. It brings another side out of me.”
Supreme proceeded to completely take off his pants and boxers and his shirt and he was fully naked. Looking at his big dick instantly turned me on but I tried to keep myself in check. He then reached for his Nextel and spoke to somebody.
“Yo, I’m in the suite. Where the weed stashed at?”
The person spoke back on the walkie-talkie feature and told Supreme where he could find it. I walked behind Supreme’s hard naked ex-convict body as we entered the bathroom and inside the shower was a hug ziplock bag that looked like it had enough drugs in it to supply a small village in Colombia.
“Oh my fucking God,” I said, trying to sound as gullible as ever.
Supreme opened up the bag and reached in and handed me a green pill that sort of smelled like NoDoz. And the pill had a picture of the carton character Snoopy imprinted on it.
“You ever take E’s before?” Supreme asked as my heart pounded.
I shook my head no, but the temptation to try it was eating at me. Supreme sparked a blunt that had apparently already been rolled by someone. I asked him for a drink as I continued contemplating taking the ecstasy pill. We both made our way back to the plush living room that had a fully stocked bar and I poured myself some Jack Daniels-green label on the rocks. As I drank the whiskey I decided to just try the E pill and I swallowed it.
Supreme took some pulls on the weed and asked me if I wanted some, but I declined because I didn’t wanna have so many drugs going through my system all at one time.
After about ten minutes or so, I noticed that I was feeling a whole lot happier than I had been feeling ten minutes prior. I remember smiling and just staring at Supreme real lustfully. Supreme took a pull from his blunt and then went and turned up the radio. He was still walking around with no clothes on but now his body was beginning to look a whole helluva lot better to me.
A full twenty minutes had passed since I took the E pill and I remember my body feeling real good like I had just had the most refreshing workout, combined with the euphoria-like feelings as if I had won a multimillion-dollar lottery or something.
The Bravehearts rap song “Oochie Wally” was playing on the radio and the system sounded as if Supreme had turned the sound up as loud as it would go. It seemed as if the loud music helped to intensify how good I was feeling. All the inhibitions that I had were now far removed from my mind as I began taking off my blouse and walking in Supreme’s direction.
It seemed as soon as Supreme saw my fully exposed breasts that he instantly got hard.
“I told you I start what I finish,” I said as I knelt down and began giving Supreme a blowjob as he leaned against the back of the plush sofa. It seemed as if his dick would not stop growing as I tried to put it deeper and deeper in my mouth. At that point I was beyond turned on and I felt like I was gonna cum just from giving him some head. With the way that Supreme was responding to my tongue action I could tell that he was enjoying my skills but I didn’t want him to cum just yet.
“You gonna let me cum in your mouth?” he asked. While I continued sucking I looked up at him and smiled back and shook my head no.
I stood up and while unbuttoning my pants I said, “Oh, I see that you’re a selfish lover … I wanna feel you inside of me.”
I still had my heels on and my pants were not even fully off, they were around my knees. And like an animal Supreme pulled my jeans down to my ankles and he bent me over the couch and he slid my thong to the side and entered me from the back. The music was still thumping and I don’t even remember the song that was on because I was too busy enjoying the dick that was being given to me.
“Damn your shit is so wet!” Supreme stated as he began stroking.
“That’s what you do to me baby…” I said in a very erotic-sounding way.
“You ever been with a thug before?”
“Nohhh! Oh God yes!!! You feel so gooood! You’re the first thug that I’ve been with baby. Show me how thugs do it!” I was thoroughly enjoying the condom-less sex that we were having. I was lying but I wanted to boost Supreme’s ego and plus I just liked hearing myself talk all kinds of stupid shit whenever I have sex.
I attempted to stand up straight and change positions, but Supreme grabbed the back of my head. Gripping my hair, he forced my face back down and held me bent over the couch. The rough way that he handled me really turned me on and he kept pumping his dick inside of me. As he hollered at me he told me, “Yeah bitch, this is how thugs do it!”
Although he had not been inside of me for more than a minute or so, I was already having an orgasm. I let out a yell because my body had never felt so good and I had never cum that hard in my entire life.
While I was cuming, the walkie-talkie on Supreme’s Nextel began chirping. Supreme ignored it and he kept handling his business.
“Yo ’Preme! Pick the fuck up!” the voice yelled.
Supreme continued to ignore it and I was cuming a second time.
“’Preme we got a situation! Niggas is bussing at us!”
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p; Supreme continued to ignore the Nextel and I could tell that he was determined to finish sexing me. As the voice on the Nextel came through one more time, I heard what sounded like rapid gunfire.
“Maybe you should answer him,” I stated while I suddenly got hit with a dose of reality. Here I was bent over a couch fucking the guy I was supposed to be investigating and it sounded like a shootout or something horrible was taking place somewhere.
At that point my cell phone began ringing and I knew that it was probably Angela. I just hoped like hell that everything was all right and that the gunshots were not coming from the party downstairs.
“Don’t worry about your phone! I’m almost there!” Supreme commanded. He continued talking and told me that he already knew what was up and what was going down and that I didn’t have to worry about nothing.
The next thing I knew, while I was still bent over the couch taking it from behind, the door to the hotel suite burst open and about four guys came storming in.
“Yo ’Preme, niggas just wet Chris!”
Supreme finally pulled out of me and I tried to hustle and hurry up and pull up my pants.
“What?” Supreme asked.
“Yo we was in front of the hotel just chillin’ an kickin’ it with some bitches and this jealous-ass muthafucka comes up to Horse and blows weed smoke in money’s grille. So Chris stepped to the nigga and was ready to choke the nigga up and the dude’s man comes from out of nowhere wit’ a gat and just lit Chris up! He let off like fifteen, sixteen shots and Chris dropped to the ground and niggas just started scattering. All of our heat was up in the room so we couldn’t do nothing. But yo, the niggas ran off and jumped in a Benz and was out. Then niggas just started bussing off guns from everywhere. Yo, I don’t know but that shit seemed like niggas did a professional hit on Chris! Word!”
“Where is Horse? Is he a’ight?” Supreme asked.
“Yeah, he cool. It’s cops everywhere downstairs and they got the nigga hemmed up and questioning him.”
“A’ight yo, if y’all came up here to get the heat, take the burners and stash them joints somewhere. Don’t go outside with them shits. And look in the bathroom and handle that bag for me. I know Five-O will be up in here in a minute trying to find shit! I’ma be down there in a minute.”
