California Connection 2 (Califronia Connection)

by Chunichi

  “Wherever you want, baby. Just pull it out.”

  “Aaaaahhhhh!” After I banged the pussy up DMX-STYLE as in the movie Belly, I came deep inside her, totally ignoring her request to pull out.

  “Touch, you came in me?” she asked, feeling my wetness drip from inside her.

  “Yep,” I said as I jumped up.

  I quickly headed upstairs. I wasn’t trying to hear that shit Jewel was talking. If it was my pussy like she had just claimed minutes earlier, then I was free to do whatever I like with it.

  I jumped in the shower and freshened up then headed to the bedroom and grabbed some clothes. I made sure I packed enough things to last me for a while. I didn’t want to make another trip back over to the house anytime soon.

  “Where are you going?” Jewel asked.

  I guess me packing and leaving wasn’t in keeping with her plans. “Back to my crib,” I told her. “I’m out.”

  “We haven’t talked yet.”

  “Like I said, I’m out,” I repeated, and turned to leave.

  Jewel ran into the kitchen and grabbed the two plates of food that she had prepared while I was in the shower. “Don’t forget your dinner!” She threw the two plates of food up against the wall near where I was standing.

  I didn’t give a fuck, as long as she didn’t throw that shit at me. I heard her on the phone as I continued to gather my last few items.

  “Hello, Misty,” she said between sobs. “He’s leaving.”

  Not wanting to be a part of the drama, I rushed out the door, slamming it behind me.

  I didn’t even get out of the neighborhood before my phone started to ring. Assuming it was Jewel, I didn’t even bother to answer.

  The phone rang another three times. After the third time, I noticed it was a different number, so I answered. “Yeah.”

  “Hey, Touch. This is Misty, Jewel’s friend,” the voice said from the other end of the phone.

  “Okay. So what the fuck you want, Misty?” I never really got a good vibe from her.

  “Touch, we really need to talk. Jewel is talking crazy. I think she’s gonna have a nervous breakdown or do something crazy. You both may be in danger. If you have a few minutes, can you meet me at Silverfish? It’s a bar down at the oceanfront, on Seventeenth Street.”

  “I know where it is. Give me about an hour,” I said then hung up the phone.

  I really wasn’t interested in how the fuck Jewel felt, but when Misty said she was talking crazy and we both may be in danger, that shit caught my attention. I was hoping Jewel wasn’t crazy enough to try to call the police on a nigga. I didn’t play those types of games. I’d had more than one run-in with shit like that from my stupid-ass baby mother.

  One hour turned into two hours as I made a quick stop by Mo Dean’s before going to the oceanfront, but I eventually made it to the bar. I was surprised to see Misty still there waiting.

  “What up, Misty?”

  “Hey, Touch. Thanks for meeting me. Have a seat. I’ll buy you a drink.”

  Misty pressed IGNORE on her constantly ringing phone. The wise side of me was pretty sure that was probably Jewel blowing up her cell phone.

  “What did you want to talk about?” I asked as I grabbed a seat next to her at the bar and made myself comfortable.

  “Well, I wanted to talk you about Jewel. She’s been crying constantly since you left. She’s hysterical. She’s talking like she can’t go on another day without you.”

  Blah, blah, blah, blah. Misty’s words began to go in one ear and out the other. I didn’t know if it was the two double shots of Grey Goose I’d drank at Mo Dean’s prior to meeting Misty or what, but my mind was definitely wandering other places.

  Places like all over her body, to be exact. This bitch was sitting with her legs wide open. I had a bird’s-eye view of her “camel toe” through her black tights. The sight of her fat pussy instantly made my wood stand up.

  “Yo, let me get a Long Island Iced Tea for the lady,” I said to the bartender, a drink that was guaranteed to get Misty a little tipsy.

  “Thanks. But do you hear what I’m saying about Jewel?”

  “What about Jewel?” I asked, knowing I hadn’t heard anything she’d said about her.

  “Touch, she loves you very much. Look, I don’t know the whole story from beginning to end with the two of you, but I do know that right now she’s hurting to know that you think she betrayed you, because she didn’t,” Misty explained.

  “Hmm. Is that so?”

  “Yes,” she declared.

  “Let’s take a walk,” I suggested, noticing that Misty had already finished the drink I’d ordered.

  “Okay. I could use the fresh air,” she agreed, obviously feeling a little tipsy.

  I dropped a few dollars on the bar to cover the tab and pulled out a cigarette to light when I hit the door.

  We walked all the way down to Eighth Street, where the tourists and locals were nowhere to be found. By this point the conversation had moved from Jewel to more interesting things. It felt like only the two of us, the beach, moon, and the stars just existed. This was the perfect setting for sex in my mind. For a moment I felt like Jamie Foxx, and I didn’t know if I should blame it on the Henny or the Goose, but the more I looked at Misty, the sexier she was.

  I kept making subtle passes and small flirtations with her. Although she resisted, I could tell, with a little more work, she would be dropping those tights and lifting her flowered shirt. We made our way back to the bar. We stopped and talked a minute outside while I finished up my cigarette.

  “You know them?” Misty said, pointing to a car that drove by slowly.

  Unable to see who was in the car, I watched as they drove to the end of the parking lot and turned around. There was no one else in the parking lot other than me and her, so I figured they had to be watching one of us. A part of me wondered if Jewel had hooked up with someone and decided to stalk a nigga. After all, Misty did say she was talking some crazy shit.

  I took a long pull from my cigarette as I waited patiently for the car to come back around. The closer it got, the more I focused in on the people inside. It wasn’t until they’d gotten up on us again that I’d realized who it was.

  “Get—” I tried to warn Misty to get down, but before I could finish my sentence, shots had already rang out.

  I jumped to the ground behind a car as I pulled out my gun. From there I shot back. I looked up to see Misty right beside me firing just as many shots.

  “Come with me!” Misty, who was like a miniature Rambo, grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her truck.

  Moments later, we were in her truck, and the people who were shooting after us had sped off.

  “What the fuck was that?” Misty asked, while speeding toward the interstate.

  “I’m sorry, ma. I feel real fucked up right now. I never meant to put you in danger like that. I had no idea.”

  “Danger? I love danger. It’s kind of sexy.”

  Misty had my head fucked up with her response. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yep! So who was that? Was that the same dude from the club on New Year’s?”

  “Nah. It’s a little more complicated than that. This is some beef I shouldn’t even have. This broad I fucked with one time set me up. She lied to this nigga and said I beat her up, because I won’t fuck with her.” I told Misty the least I could about my situation with Sasha and Diablo.

  “Damn! That sounds like some ‘fatal attraction’ shit. How long did you fuck with her?”

  “For real, I didn’t even fuck with her. I just fucked the bitch one night.”

  “Wow! You must have really put it down for her to be acting like that over a one-night stand. Umph!” Misty cut her eyes at me.

  I wasn’t a mind reader, but if I had to read her eyes, they were definitely saying, “I wish I could have a taste of that good dick.”

  “Oh yeah, the dick is good, no doubt, but it’s more to it with that bitch. The bitch is just straight grimy. She’ll
do anything for a dollar.”

  “So what more is it? Like, how is she so grimy?” Misty seemed really interested in my story.

  “To make a long story short, she was Jewel’s best friend. I always felt like she was envious of Jewel. She wanted everything Jewel had, the clothes, shoes, jewelry, cars, houses, and even me. Sad to fucking say, but the bitch got all of it. Yeah, she stole from Jewel to get the material shit, but she wasn’t suppose to get me. My stupid ass should have never fucked her.”

  I explained how shit went down.

  “So you cheated on Jewel with her best friend?” Misty seemed shocked.

  “Nah. We weren’t together yet,” I explained to Misty, hoping that fucking Jewel’s friend wouldn’t ruin my chances of fucking her.

  “Mm-hmm.” Misty grunted as though she didn’t believe me, yet it seemed to turn her on. “You’re a bad boy.” She continued, “Well, I don’t think it’s safe for you to go back to the bar. I can just take you home if you like.”

  I readily agreed. “That’s cool.”

  My mind was so fucked up as we drove, I couldn’t even think straight. I couldn’t believe that bitch Sasha could have gotten me fucking killed. If it wasn’t for Misty peeping them out, I could have been bleeding on the concrete. Two times in a matter of a few months I’d escaped death. I couldn’t say shit. I just sat in silence.

  “Okay, where to?” Misty said, interrupting my moment of silence.

  I gave her directions to my crib, and minutes later, we were pulling up in my driveway.

  “Would you like to come in?” I offered.

  “Sure.”

  Misty followed me through the door. Once inside, we got comfortable on the couch.

  “You okay, Touch?” she asked, noticing the worry on my face.

  “Just a little stressed out. This is two encounters with death I’ve had in a short time. Worse, I could have gotten you killed. Basically, you’re the reason I’m here. What the fuck you doing with a gun anyway? And where the hell did you learn to shoot like that?”

  “First of all, don’t worry about me. I’m used to this, Touch. I’ve lived this life before. My ex-boyfriend was heavy into the drug game too, so I was ducking and dodging bullets and had to be on point every day.”

  Something about Misty’s statement made me stop and think. What the fuck she means, “into the drug game too”? Who the fuck said I was in the drug game? I’d hoped Jewel’s ass didn’t run her mouth to this bitch. I’d told Jewel time and time again not to trust anyone, especially no bitch. You think she would have learned her lesson from Sasha.

  “I know it must be stressful.” Misty stroked my face as she spoke to me.

  “Stressful ain’t the word, ma. When I first got shot, I wondered if I would ever be back to my old self. Now I’m better, and I’ve got to wonder if I’d live to see the next day. I’ve got beef coming in every direction, and on top of that, I don’t even know if I can trust the chick I was gonna make my wife. Right now I feel like it’s me against the world. Real talk.” For the first time, I was able to express the shit that had been on my mind.

  “Aaawww, you poor baby.” Misty wrapped her arms around me and playfully kissed my cheek.

  Seeing this as the perfect opportunity, I began to kiss her. And, just like I figured, she didn’t resist. I slid my hand underneath her loose blouse and began to massage her breast. One touch of her nipple and my manhood rose to the occasion.

  “Uuummm,” Misty moaned.

  I gently laid her down, and she assisted me in taking her shirt off.

  One by one I sucked her breasts, while slowly sliding my hand into her panties. I had to be sure to make each move right. I didn’t want to take the chance of her resisting and deciding not to go through with things.

  Once my hands were in her panties, I buried my fingers deep between her fat pussy lips. Feeling the thickness and moisture alone of her pussy made me want to bust. No longer able to resist, I pulled off my jeans, slipped on a jimmy hat, and before I knew it, I was all up that fat pussy I had been admiring earlier.

  Chapter 23

  “Charge It to the Game”

  Sasha

  Damn! What a fucking night! I thought as I opened the door to my hotel room. On a whim, Diablo and I had rolled up on Touch. Of course, after I’d led Diablo to believe Touch had robbed me, there was no way he could run into Touch and not defend his shit. I wasn’t expecting to be in the middle of a shootout, but even more shocking was seeing Touch come out of the bar with another chick. From what I’d heard, him and Jewel was getting married, and from the looks of things, they were really into each other.

  A part of me was actually kind of happy to have the opportunity to fire shots though. Most of mine were aimed at that bitch Touch was with. If I couldn’t have him, then no one would. I’d rather destroy the empire than let another bitch sit on the throne.

  After our little incident, Diablo had to settle things with the guys I was supposed to deliver the package to. I listened as he talked to them on the phone.

  “Yeah, man, I got you,” Diablo said. “I know shit got fucked up, but I ain’t even trying to hold on to niggas’ money. You know what I mean? I’m saying, that’s why I’m here now.”

  Diablo was explaining his ass off. From the looks of things, niggas was really pissed off.

  After he got off the phone, I asked him, “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, man,” he said with a distressed look on his face.

  “You sure?”

  “Man, that nigga Touch really fucking my shit up. This is a hell of a loss I’m taking right now, but I gotta straighten niggas to keep business going, ya dig?”

  “I feel you.”

  For a split second, I almost felt bad for stealing from Diablo, but I really couldn’t be certain that it was actually guilt that I was feeling, especially since I’d never felt guilt before. The way I saw it, shit happens, so charge it to the game.

  After Diablo set his boys straight, he headed back to Atlanta. Me, on the other hand, I had to stay back to find a way to get rid of the drugs I’d taken from him. I hadn’t the slightest idea who I could go to.

  Determined to get that money, I used my only resource. I headed to the strip club, The Hot Spot. As an ex-stripper, I knew a lot of the local as well as out-of-town drug dealers that hung out there.

  Walking into the strip club, I didn’t notice too many familiar faces. People would come and go at the strip club all the time. Stripping wasn’t a line of work that exactly guaranteed job stability. One day you’re there, the next day you’re not. One day the money is good, the next day it’s not. But even with all those downfalls, bitches still couldn’t break away from the strip game. I guess it was the fast money that was so damn addictive. Just like niggas with the drug game, it was hard to let go.

  “Malibu, girl, is that you?” a voice called out, addressing me by my dance name.

  “It sure is,” I replied back to Candy and hugged her.

  Candy, her real name Jennifer, was veteran to the strip game. She was actually the person responsible for my pole skills. She taught me how to work that pole in every way imaginable.

  “How you been?” she asked, looking me up and down. “You coming back to work?”

  Don’t you wish, bitch, I thought, knowing exactly what was going through her head.

  It wasn’t unusual for a current stripper to examine an ex-stripper in such a manner. I knew she was looking for any signs that I was struggling or doing bad. When a chick stops stripping, other chicks seem to think she has this I’m-better-than-you attitude. But in reality the current strippers are jealous of the ex-stripper, because they wish they were in the ex-stripper’s shoes and had the same opportunity to stop dancing themselves. So if a chick happens to be one of those females that are fortunate enough to stop dancing and she comes in the strip club, the current dancer is always gonna be looking for something negative to say.

  “I’m fine, girl. Just dropping through. I’m not here for
work.” I put any suspicion Candy had to rest then switched the subject. “How’s Lamont doing?”

  “Next month he’ll be six.”

  Candy pulled out her cell phone to show me the latest picture of her son. He was a real cutie with his two front teeth missing. Looking at that picture instantly made me miss my boys.

  “I’m glad I ran into you. I need a little bit of information and help.”

  “Whatcha need, boo? You know I got your back.”

  “What I need to know is, where’s the ballers at? Where’s the niggas that’s moving major weight around here?”

  “See that nigga in the corner by the pool table? He goes by the name Murdock. That’s one of the heaviest niggas that be coming to the club. That’s who you want to get at.”

  Candy assumed I was looking for a nigga to take care of me or to run some tricks with, but that was better for me. The less that bitch knew, the better.

  “Thanks, girl. Do me a favor. Have the bartender send him over whatever he is drinking.” I handed her a hundred-dollar bill.

  I quickly went to the bathroom to look myself over and make sure my boobs were sitting up pretty and nice. Women would pay to have boobs like mine, but lucky me, I was just blessed with an awesome rack. Besides this fat cat, that was one of my greatest assets, and men couldn’t keep their eyes off them.

  After his drink arrived, Murdock looked around to see who sent him his bottle of Nuvo. I raised my matching glass of Nuvo to him and nodded my head, giving him a seductive smile.

  After twenty minutes or so, I headed over to him.

  “Hmm. I’m a little impressed. I ain’t never had a female buy me a bottle, or even a drink, as a matter of fact. And you are?” He smiled at me.

  I gave him a fake name and grinned back at him. “My name is Cara.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Cara. So what’s up with you, little momma?”

  “Well, I got some birds that are ready to move, and word on the streets is, you the nigga I should be hollering at,” I explained with much confidence, although inside I felt a little uneasy. Normally I wouldn’t take these types of chances, but I needed to get rid of Diablo’s product, and fast. My back was against the wall.