The Game of Deception

by Victor L. Martin

  Five minutes later he quickly counted out $1,500, kissed her then rushed out the door. She was afraid, but she did not flip out. She felt empty when the door closed behind him and she could only hope she would see him again.

  CHAPTER 5:

  He’s Inside Me

  Durham, North Carolina

  While Ghetti was rushing to get missing, Detective Hartford was home and in a disappointed mood. She had high hopes that she and Detective Carter were going to find Maria and Ghetti. Detective Carter had filled her in on the meeting with Regail Fields A.K.A. Poo-Man. Things were moving forward in the case, but just as Detective Carter felt, she too wanted to close the case as soon as possible. Now that she was home, she was now Amanda, the unfit broken wife. This is how she viewed herself. She was hollow inside, resting nude in her royal purple bubbling Jacuzzi thinking about her life.

  Amanda shared her empty home with her caring husband, Doctor Matt C. Hartford. He was a private chiropractor in Cary, North Carolina. Through him, she was able to get the top treatment in the medical field when it came to her infertility. At times, she held a strong premonition that Matt would leave her due to her infertility, but she was proven wrong. She realized that she was lucky to have him in her life. How many men would stay with a woman who could not bear his seed? Instead of turning his back on her, he was leading the fight against her issue. He had even talked her into trying an acupuncturist. They both agreed that the birth of their child had to be natural. As strong as she wanted a child, she could not give up and go the path of adoption. She wanted her child with her blood. Each time her husband climaxed inside her, she would feel less of a woman. He deserved to be a father, but she could not give him that worthy title. Tears traveled easily down her innocent beautiful face. In her heart, she wondered why she was being punished. Under the bubbling water, she rubbed her Pilates toned belly. Behind her closed lids, she imagined a life inside her belly. She willed herself not to breakdown, not tonight. Slowly she rose to her feet. She looked at her reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. She maintained her figure by visiting the gym and she did yoga. Her slim but curvy frame was fit for the cover of an American Curves Magazine. Her breast still held their youthful firmness without the help of surgery. She was not underweight with the scary look of her knees being bigger than her legs, nor was she overweight. Amanda was fit and proud of her body and she ate freely without picking over this or that. Every inch of her body belonged to Matt and in secret, Verenity.

  She relaxed in the den wearing a multi-colored silk kimono. Stretched out on the sofa her husband entered. Sticking to his routine, he went into his office. He would kiss her on the forehead, take a shower, check his e-mails, and then call her to bed. She felt she was obligated to accept his routine due to his acceptance of loving her despite her infertility. He would always make love to her in one or two positions, missionary or with her on top. He was older than she was at forty-eight. He loved her truly and had never thought of another woman in their eleven years of marriage. He was unaware of her building sexual frustration. She wanted him to tell her how beautiful she was during sex. She wanted to hear how good she made him feel instead of his usual grunting. He deemed it highly immoral to have oral sex, giving or receiving and anal sex was strictly nonexistent. Why was she being punished? She loved Matt, but in truth, her life was slowly falling apart. In her eyes, she blamed the problem on herself, her infertility. Her hope was that she could one day defeat her infertility and then she would have a meaningful life with Matt. Sleep found her in bed, naked with her husband and her back toward him.

  By rule, both Mance and Ghetti agreed to always give the other a heads up on bringing a female to the crib. At the moment, it was Mance staying true to that agreement. He was in Princeton, cruising in his Lexus back to Goldsboro. He held his cell phone to his ear waiting for Ghetti to pick up. No answer. Mance had been at home kicking it on the phone with his woman when out of the blue she said she wanted to come over. Something in her voice convinced Mance that tonight would lead to more than cuddling. Since she had never been to his crib, he met her halfway in Selma. He glanced at her headlights in the rearview mirror then back to the road. The last thing he needed was Ghetti popping up and fucking his groove up. Pushing redial, he called Ghetti once more to leave a voice message.

  “Ghetti! Where ya at? Wherever it is, you need to stay. Look, I’m on my way home with someone real nice, so fall back and let me put my mack down. Peace, cousin.” Dropping the phone in his lap, he switched lanes. When he later pulled up in his driveway, he saw no sign of Ghetti. So far so good, Mance figured. Once inside his crib, he proudly showed off his African themed den. He dimmed the lights then lit the fireplace by remote. Leaving her in the cozy den, he headed for the kitchen to fix two drinks. Their choice was a glass of champagne, which consisted of Moet mixed with papaya.

  “May I turn on some music?” she asked from the den.

  “Yeah,” he replied and mixed the two drinks.

  A few seconds later, Maxwell’s “Fortunate” filled his ears.

  Leaving the kitchen with the two drinks, he met his woman in front of the lit fireplace. She accepted her drink with a warm smile.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Trust me,” Mance said. “The pleasure is all mine.”

  If beauty had a nickname, it had to be Volanda. Even in a simple attire of designer jeans and a black cashmere sweater, she was easily turning him on. She was letting her silky bone-straight hair hang freely with the left tresses tucked behind her ear. Even her scent was mind numbing.

  “May I have this dance, Mr. Mance L. Martin?” She took a small sip of her drink. Mance did the same, and then took her drink to place it on a coaster. Beaming all smiles, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his on her hips. She purposely pressed her breast against his chest. Her self-esteem was soaring due to her sexy full-figured frame, Mance was pleased with every inch of his woman, and she knew this for a fact.

  “You look gorgeous,” he commented as they moved to the slow melody.

  “You’re looking handsome yourself,” she replied softly with her face tilted up. “How do you feel about me, Mance?”

  “Baby, my feelings for you only get stronger with time. I told you that I want to take this relationship to another level and I meant every word.” He smoothly slid his hands over her round butt and into the back pockets of her jeans. When he pulled her closer, she knew how the night would end.

  “I believe that, Mance, I truly do. But my question is this. Does your next level mean the same as my next level?”

  “Define your meaning to me again of the next level.”

  She looked directly into his eyes as they continued to slow dance as one. “You know what I want, Mance,” she said softly. “I want true love. I want a true commitment. I want a husband and I want that husband to be a father to his child.”

  “Is that what you desire?”

  “Yes.”

  “You know I love you, right?” he said before kissing her forehead.

  “Yes.” She hugged him tighter. “And I love you in return.”

  Mance slowly lowered his lips to hers. He nibbled on her bottom lip briefly then slid one hand out of her pocket and up to her neck. Their kiss became deeper as they stood together. Volanda crossed the line by roaming her hands all over his body in a sensual manner. Making her needs obvious, she began to undo his belt. Mance took one step toward the sofa when she managed to unfasten his belt. Her height dropped a few inches as she impatiently kicked off her pumps. Mance kept the passion going by pulling at the hem of her sweater. Volanda twirled her tongue around his as she reached into his pants to massage him. He moaned as her touch sent a chill up and down his legs. He continued to back her toward the sofa until it hit the back of her legs causing her to fall. They spilled as one, pulling off each other’s clothes as if they were contaminated. Their kiss only ended as Mance stood up to remove his jeans, boxers, and socks. His button-down Lacoste shi
rt had already been ripped open. He watched with eyes wide open as Volanda reached behind her back to unhook her bra. When her 38D’s were freed, he knew tonight was going to be something special. Her jeans had vanished. She got up and got on her knees in the sofa. Her breast hung like two bulbous balloons with gumdrop size nipples erect and at attention. She rested her upper body on the back of the sofa and looked back over her shoulder. Mance came up behind her slowly massaging his throbbing erection. Her vagina poked out around the edge of the purple thong. Her back shot equaled that of the model Maliah Michel.

  “Take it, baby,” Volanda said as Mance peeled the thong from her ass. He had it half way out of her beautiful round butt when suddenly he ripped it apart. She parted her knees farther apart with her back arched.

  “Do it now!” she pleaded. “Put that dick in me, baby.” Her words were cut off as Mance slid his dick inside her moist pussy. He watched with a gaped mouth as his length vanished inch by inch inside Volanda.

  “Mance! Mance!” Her fingers dug into the back of the sofa. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate his thickness. She did not want any foreplay she just wanted her man inside her. Mance stroked her in slow motion while caressing her soft butt. Her high-pitched moan was endless. Each time he buried himself balls deep she would push back. There was no music. They were now making the sweetest music known to man, the song of loving making.

  “Volanda!” he said. “I’ve been waiting for this!”

  “Fuck your pussy, baby! Gimme all my dick! Ohhhh, you so deep in me!”

  Their chorus-like moaning and groaning filled the fire lit den. Her slippery wetness added to their song of lovemaking. He stroked her with determination.

  “Mance, Mance Mance!” she panted. “I love you! I love you!”

  “Baby, baby,” he uttered. In and out, he marinated inside her. Her ass cheeks wobbled like jelly as her wet pussy stimulated every inch of him. He changed up the pace and thrust to his strokes when she reached back between her legs to play with her clit. He squeezed her cushy butt cheeks to pull back as he began to slam his last few inches in. He enjoyed seeing how her butt would bounce back.

  “Mmmmmmm give it to me,” she cried. “Tame your pussy, baby.”

  Mance sped up and lost control. Their bodies slapped together. She threw it back. “Mmmmmmm, ohhhhh shit, oh shit, ohh baby ohh yeah,” she screamed as he pounded her thoroughly. To silence her loud moans she filled her mouth with one of her nipples. This sight only drove Mance over the edge. He began hitting her vagina walls, spanking her luscious ass. Sweat dripped from his nose. She rolled it back. He slammed deeper. She tightened herself around him. He screamed out her name. She threw a hand back, digging her nails into his stomach. Still he fucked her. She began to whimper, feeling her juices flowing down her thighs. Mance fed her vagina until he climaxed heavily. Feeling him releasing his seed triggered her breathtaking climax of her own. She melted into the sofa as he continued sliding himself in and out until he became soft. Her butt was wet from perspiration and her own fluids. This was only the beginning. Instead of going to his bedroom, he laid out a huge black comforter in front of the fireplace. After catching their wind, she started round two by taking him into her mouth to get him back up. She gave him some grown woman loving with experience. She asked him to stand while she went to her knees to suck his dick. She sucked him earnestly while raking her nails up and down his inner thighs. She nearly sucked his jugular vein out of his neck when she was on her back with her ankles up on his broad sweaty shoulders. They went wild. Hair pulling, nails digging, skin slapping. She begged him to cum inside her again as his dick stabbed steadily at her. He used his tongue on every inch of her sweaty body. She rode him, murmuring out her love for him. Mance was not building his feelings on her through sex, deep down, he really loved this black queen. In the fire lit den 1:30 A.M. eased up. In and out, he stroked her with every raw inch while their bodies became one. Each time he erupted inside her he would chant out her name. Sleep caressed them both as they cuddled up on the floor in front of the fireplace. Pleased and fully satisfied, she knew her life and future would now involve Mance. They had already talked about having kids and it was plain to see that they were both ready to create one.

  *Durham, North Carolina*

  *Thursday, January 11, 10:38 a.m.*

  Detective Hartford was beginning her day solo since Detective Carter was taking the day off. She explained to Detective Hartford that she needed to spend some time with her man and she promised to introduce her to Mance as soon as possible. Detective Hartford was happy for her friend and she sincerely wished the best for her. On Detective Hartford’s agenda, she had two items on her list. Number one, find Maria G. Martinez and number two, find Ghetti. She figured the latter would be difficult since all she had was his street name. So far, the APB on the Chevy had turned up nothing. Maria had not returned home and she knew this because Wanda was on the lookout. She had an angle she wanted to use on Regail Fields and she felt this approach could trip him up. What she needed was Ghetti’s real name and deep down, she believed that Regail A.K.A Poo-Man was holding back. Leaving her office, she headed for her private visit with Poo-Man.

  Back in Goldsboro, Mance was lounging in bed with Volanda. His stomach was tight due to the breakfast he had just devoured that Volanda had made. After he ate his breakfast in bed, it was followed up by a straight up bout of backbreaking sex. Volanda was exhausted as she lay next to Mance cuddled up under him. It was now going on 12:30 p.m.

  “What’s on your mind?” he asked, rubbing her lower back.

  “You,” she replied before playfully biting his chest nipple.

  “And what are those thoughts about?”

  “Umn, about how much you love me.”

  “I showed you how I want to go to the next level.”

  “Mance, good sex doesn’t equal love.” She smiled.

  “Baby, I know that.” He slid his hand over her naked soft butt. “I’m just speaking on the things we did. I know you’re not on any birth control and I want a future with you. I really love you, Volanda. I want to go to the next level.”

  “Meaning?” she asked.

  “Meaning.” He pulled her on top of him. “I want us to get engaged.”

  “Are you proposing to me?” She caressed his chest.

  “Why wouldn’t I be baby? You’re the detective, so put the clues together and you’ll see that I want you as my woman. I know this is not a fairy tale way to ask you to marry me, so I hope you will feel this from my heart to yours. I love you so much, Volanda.” Mance reached for her hand.

  “Mance, ask me baby.” She said looking into his eyes.

  “Volanda, will you marry me, baby?” he said, touching the side of her face.

  She adjusted her body on top of his so that his semi-erect penis could be felt against her essence. She came up on her elbows, looking down into his eyes. She loved this man. “Yes, I’ll marry you sweetie and I’ll make you the happiest man in the world.” With that being said, it was now official, Mance and Volanda were on the road to a future. Lowering her lips to his she kissed him softly. Sliding a hand down between them, she slipped his dick inside her. After they fucked, he told her to get dressed.

  “Why?” she whined and pouted. “I thought we were going to stay in bed all day.”

  He reached for her left hand and slid her ring finger into her mouth.

  “Ew, you’re nasty.” She giggled.

  “I wanna get you a ring.”

  “Today!” She gasped.

  “Why not?”

  Volanda began to squeal, kissing him all over his face. They took a shower together then ended up at the mall an hour later. With tears in her eyes she held out her left hand as Mance proudly slid a 4 ½-carat princess cut diamond engagement ring on her finger. Leaving the jewelry store, he then took her to his barbershop to share the news of his engagement as well as introduce her to his friends. Mance knew Ghetti would trip the hardest when he broke the engagement
news because Ghetti once stated that Mance would be a player for life. To a point, Mance was beginning to worry about Ghetti’s absence, but he was known to take spur of the moment out of town trips like it wasn’t nothing. He had tried to call him when Volanda was making lunch, but again he did not get an answer.

  *Durham, North Carolina*

  3:48 P.M.

  Murdock Place Apartments was Maria’s second home away from home. She had enough common sense not to go home, so she had called Cortina and told her to pick her up from the Hilton. Cortina’s apartment was a place that Maria felt safe. She needed to get things straight before she went home. Why should she worry? She did not know anything. Suddenly she remembered the two men that were shot last Friday night. She began to worry about Ghetti. Wondering why he had not called her house to leave a message. She did not own a cell phone so if she was not home she was out of luck. Maria forced herself not to get caught up with her emotions just because Ghetti was good in bed! Her frustration was mounting as she used Cortina’s cell phone to call Ghetti. For the sixth time, no answer.

  “You should call them two detectives,” Cortina said, walking into the living room with two bottles of Heineken. “Here.” She handed one to Maria, then sat down across from her in the white leather loveseat.

  “Not yet,” Maria said, giving up on her calls to reach Ghetti.

  Cortina shrugged. “Well, you can chill here as long as you want to.” She tilted her beer to her lips then paused. “Don’t go getting all stressed out on me, girl.”

  Maria rolled her eyes then consumed her beer to relax. While Sherwood, Cortina’s boyfriend was in the bedroom bagging up pills and weed, Maria and Cortina opted to chat and get high. In an explicit detail, Maria told Cortina how Ghetti had fucked her. She left out no details.

  “Did he really lick your chocha!” Cortina said, passing Maria the lit blunt.

  “Si and his dick is sooo big,” Maria said. “Mi chocha was all over his black dick.”