“Yeah, make sure you do that for me, ’cause you know I got you. But look here, I got other important things to take care of; call me later tonight,” said Power.
He hung up. I now had his undivided attention.
“How did you sleep?” he asked me.
“I slept really good. Your bed is so soft and last night was great.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
I went over to him and straddled him. He wrapped his huge arms around me and held me snuggly. I pushed my breasts into his face and he started sucking on my nipples. He undid his robe and I slid it off of his shoulders. He had nothing else on underneath. He was completely naked. Power was tall and heavyset with stocky legs and a wrestler of compact build. His upper body and arms was swathed with tattoos. His physique resembled Rick Ross, but he was much more handsome and probably had money as long as Rick Ross, too. The only thing missing was the thick black beard.
As Power sucked on my nipples, I cooed and rubbed his glistening bald head. I loved touching his head. It was so smooth. He was also so neat. His charisma was fulfilling, and his generosity was unforgettable.
“You miss me?” he asked.
“Yes, baby,” I replied, kissing the top of his head as he had one of my tits in his mouth with his tongue lashing against my hard nipple. He was hard again. He was a big man down below. I felt all eight inches of him rising between my thighs. I wanted to feel him again. He made me cum like a geyser and was about to have me go off the wall like Michael Jackson’s first album.
“I wanna fuck again,” Power said.
I wanted the same thing. I was ready for another round. Last night we used condoms, but this morning I allowed him to penetrate me raw and when I felt him inside of me, I hoped I wasn’t going to regret it. But I was so horny that I just wanted to feel the dick in me. He thrust upward inside of me, clutching and squeezing my ass. I rode that dick; he continued sucking on my nipples and fucking the shit out of me.
I moaned into his ear. He grunted into mines.
We moved like a wave of water. I felt him balloon inside of me with his big dick cemented into my stomach. The room started to heat up. We locked lips, kissing fervently. Power raised his hand up to my hair and tangled his fingers in it. His other hand he pulled up to my face and cupped my cheek in his hand. His breath was warm. I started to breathe heavily as his dick went in and out of me. My breasts were crushed against his thick, hairy chest. I was so damn tight and dripping wet with his dick sliding up in my pussy with its full length.
I gasped as I felt the full magnitude of his big dick thrusting inside of me. The way he fucked me I felt my legs turning into jelly. He flipped me over onto my stomach and decided to hit this pussy from the back. I felt my legs spread wide like Pac-Man’s mouth and he slid into me, but was careful not to press all of his weight onto me, knowing he was a big dude and I was a petite but busty female.
I couldn’t control my body and my voice and started to moan out, “Oh Power. Ooooh, fuck me. Ooooh fuck me. Faster, faster, oh shit!”
I felt shivers go through my spine and I held on to the sheets feeling my pussy opening up like a good book to read. He fucked me harder and faster. I felt my body ready to come which was inevitable while feeling every inch of Power’s dick thrusting inside my pussy. I was pressed between the bed and him, feeling the dick ravish me. I came hard and raised my head in the air and howled, feeling my white creamy liquid saturating the dick inside of me. I moaned with delight. Power continued fucking me. I got mines now it was time to get his.
“Shit, your pussy is so fuckin’ good,” he cried out.
He continued to hit this pussy from the back. I felt him about to come soon. I was on my hands and knees now, legs spread, gripping the headboard and trying to prevent myself from going through it. He fucked me hard and fast, vigorously. He gripped my hips and screamed out, “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”
“Pull out,” I told him.
I couldn’t chance getting pregnant. It was bad enough I let him fuck raw, but I didn’t want to feel his fluid inside of me. I prayed that he would pull out. He fucked me hard, slamming his balls against my ass and the more he remained inside of me, the more worried I became.
“Pull out,” I repeated.
He didn’t say anything, but moaned and groaned and was caught up in the sexual haze of pleasure my pussy gave him. He continued gripping my hips and slamming his dick into me. Then, it happened: he came inside of me, his white cum dripping out of my pussy; and it was running down my shaking legs.
He finally pulled out after exploding inside of me and released a satisfied, “Ah, now I feel so much better.” He was still hard, his dick glistening with white cum and my pussy liquids.
“Why didn’t you pull out like I asked you to?” I griped.
“Baby, you felt too good to pull out,” he replied.
I was somewhat perturbed, but I didn’t dwell on it. There was always the morning after pill and I prayed he didn’t have any STDs. I could only curl against him and look up at the ceiling. My mouth was open in a beatific smile. I hadn’t been fucked like that in a long while. I closed my eyes and stretched out, the sheepish smile lingering about my lovely lips.
Power got up after ten minutes of lying with me and started to get dressed.
“Where you goin’?” I asked him.
“I got some business to take care of.”
He was a busy man. I couldn’t complain. He allowed me to stay at his place until he returned but I had to get back home to my son. I got dressed along with him and he took me home. Power stopped his Bentley in front of my project building. I kissed him good-bye and I stepped out looking like a superstar, sporting a wrapped miniskirt in glazed leather with my matching jacket and a pair of stylish heels. All eyes were on me and it felt good. Power drove away and I walked into my building with my head up and ready to start a new day. It was a beautiful day and spring was right around the corner. After a cold and brutal winter, finally the leaves on the trees were budding and the flowers were starting to blossom and I was ready to blossom right along with them.
It was going to be my last week working at Crazy Legs. I wanted to make some extra money and even though Power was willing to support me, or help me out, I was a bitch who was used to making her own money. I admit I was a bit skeptical in quitting because I didn’t want to depend on any man doing for me and my son. But I needed a change in venue. Despite Kawanda, I had the rest of these bitches hating hard on me. I had snatched me a baller, and not just any baller, one of the most prominent men in the game. Bitches spent years dancing in the club trying to snatch them up a hustler who would take care of them. I did it effortlessly, without a sweat. And then these men were wolves, hungry for my pussy and willing to do whatever. It was becoming too risky working at Crazy Legs. Just the other day a stripper was raped and beaten while trying to make a few extra dollars to support her daughter. And then there were the continuing raids from police officers rushing into the club to make noise. When the owner didn’t pay them off, the police came knocking and they came knocking hard, arresting underage girls and anyone with warrants. And then between the drug use, the thievery, and the fights in the place, it felt like I was working on a battlefield. I needed to get out.
I got on the stage scantily dressed in a red fishnet camisole and thong set. It was a very sexy set with long sleeves, fence-net camisole top with cutout front and back detail, with matching laze trim thong and leg garter and my six-inch stilettos. The DJ started to play my song, “I Choose You” by Keyshia Cole. I closed my eyes and started dancing seductively to the song.
If it ain’t you, it’s not worth it
No matter what I do, nothing’s working
I started to twirl myself around the stage pole and work my body for the men who crowded around the stage. I came out my top, tits showing, and bounced my booty to the song. It was a love song but I worked magic to it. I had these niggas hypnotized by me and only me. It was my last week there an
d I planned on going out with a bang. Money was being tossed at me; it was only singles, but they were adding up.
Ten minutes into my act and I caught the shock of my life. I stood there in awe, taken aback when I saw Search had come into the building. He was with a small entourage. We locked eyes and I didn’t know what to say or do. I knew recently he had signed a deal with Def Jam and he and his peoples probably came into Crazy Legs to celebrate. He smiled at me. The club gave him and his entourage the VIP treatment. I realized that the show must go on no matter who was in the building. I continued with my exotic routine, trying not to be embarrassed. I got nude on stage and Search gazed stoically at me. He liked me for years; I wanted to tease him. Shit, I wanted to hate him for giving that whack group my song and seeing the video on BET. I yearned to have a few words with Search. I felt ambivalent about seeing him in there. I didn’t know if I wanted to curse him out or apologize to him.
I still wanted to become a music star. Search was well on his way to becoming the next P. Diddy while I was working hood strip clubs. The scales were tipped lopsidedly. I was talented and beautiful; there was no way I shouldn’t be on the top charts and gracing my beauty in front of millions of fans. I wanted a second chance. I ached for it.
Search left the VIP area and walked over to the stage. He had a fistful of cash and fixated his eyes on me. I was nervous. We used to be best friends; now it felt like we were the worst of enemies. I was hoping he come over and apologize to me, maybe talk reconciliation in my ear and was willing to get me back on track. But he didn’t. The muthafucka looked blankly at me and tossed a wad of money into the air my way, like I was some regular, buck-naked bitch on stage he didn’t know. He smirked while making it rain on me. It was an insult to me. He treated me like I was some slut. I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer.
“So it’s like that, Search! That’s how you fuckin’ do me?” I exclaimed.
“It’s how you did yourself,” he retorted.
“Fuck you,” I inadvertently shouted out in front of everyone.
“No, fuck you! You a grimy bitch, Sammy, no lie. I was willing to give you the world and make it happen, for you and Mouse, but what you did to me, it’s unforgivable,” he heatedly replied.
“You and Macky are both fucked up in the head and I hope you end up just like him,” I exclaimed. The minute the words escaped from my mouth, I regretted it.
“Macky?” Search uttered with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, I heard you went out on a date with him, and now he’s dead.”
I said too much and said it around too many people listening. Did I just dig my own grave?
“You were fuckin’ Macky?” Search asked. I could hear the rage in his voice.
“Yeah, I fucked him,” I lied. Why did I lie, only to get him jealous? Search had a thing for me and the way he hurt me, I wanted to hurt him right back. Even if it risked exposure of the crime I committed.
“You were always a fuckin’ slut,” he snapped.
We started to argue heatedly in front of everyone. My customers stood aghast at what was happening. Search now became suspicious of me probably being involved with Macky’s untimely death and it was the last thing I needed in my life.
I got so mad that I hurriedly collected my money and my things and rushed off the stage. I wanted to get away from him. I didn’t want anyone to see the tears that started to shape in my eyes. I was hurting and it was deep. I went into the dressing room to change into my street attire. I was done for the night and wanted to go home. Search had disrespected me in front of everyone and I couldn’t tolerate it. I was so angry with him that I wanted to see him dead, but I wasn’t thinking rational. Search was still bitter about everything I put him through over time, from ignoring his romantic feelings for me to the drama and the embarrassment I put him through; and now the shoe was on the other foot and he was the one having the last laugh.
Chapter Seventeen
Mouse
I couldn’t help but to notice how good and stylish Crystal looked as she climbed out of her boyfriend’s burgundy Benz that sat on twenty-two-inch chrome rims. She was Gucci the fuck down from her shoes to her expensive handbag and looked like she was ready to hit the red carpet at a Hollywood event. Hair done up, nails done, Crystal was my bitch, EBV for life. But now she moved on to better things. She was dating Dodo, a major muthafucka with the YGC. He was a heavy hitter moving serious weight in the Bronx and making a name for himself. She was in love with him. I wanted to be in her position, being with a man who was financially stable and in love, but I refused to deal with that hustler’s lifestyle. It came with too much drama. Tango and I were sort of working out, but we both were still struggling and learning about each other. The good thing though, he told me he had gotten the construction job, so things were starting to look up.
Crystal spotted me exiting the bodega and we both became jovial. “What up, bitch,” she screamed happily my way.
“Crystal, what up,” I hollered with a smile from ear to ear. I hurried her way and we hugged each other like sisters. It was so good to see her again. “Look at you, looking like a star,” I said.
“My man takes really good care of me,” she replied.
Dodo climbed out from the driver’s side and walked our way. He was tall, at least six foot one with a lean build, narrow face, and intense hazel eyes. He was light-skinned with no facial hair and a pretty boy who was tatted up with gang literature and bejeweled in gold and diamonds indicating his wealthy status. It was all street money.
He looked me up and down and then said to Crystal, “I’ll be in the store, babe. You need sumthin’?”
“Yeah, get me a pack of Newports and some chips.”
He nodded and left her side. He was very attractive, I admitted that, but he reminded me of Rico all over again: trouble. However, I kept my feelings about Crystal’s man all to myself. It wasn’t my business to let her know how I felt about him. We all had to learn on our own. I sure did. It was about reconnecting with an old friend and not creating any drama with a friend. I already was not speaking to Sammy; I didn’t want to burn any more bridges.
“So what you been up to, Mouse?” Crystal asked.
I wasn’t ready to tell her my business. My life was harsh. Her life was peaches and cream, for now anyway. “You know, just tryin’ to do me and make it happen.”
“How’s ya daughter?”
“Eliza is doin’ good,” I replied pleasantly. “She’s getting big.”
“I bet she is. I gotta see her.”
“You do.”
“You look good though, Mouse. I see you gaining some weight, and in the right places. Look at you, bitch, all thick and shit,” Crystal said, eyeing me up and down. “Damn, ya booty got big, too.”
“Me, I see you all styled up and shit. Gucci.”
“Mouse, you always knew I loved my Gucci, and my man is taking very good care of me. He’s spoiling me and I’m spoiling him, if you know what I mean.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I know what ya mean.”
“You still beefin’ wit’ Sammy?” she out of the blue asked me.
It was a question I didn’t want to hear or answer. My facial expression told her the truth: we weren’t speaking still. I hadn’t seen Sammy in months.
“Damn,” Crystal uttered. “I hate to see y’all not talkin’. Both of y’all were tight like sisters.”
“Yeah, we were,” I chimed. “But everything comes to an end.”
“Y’all didn’t though.”
I started to get upset that Crystal brought the bitch up. I didn’t know what she was trying to resolve, but it wasn’t going to work. And if she continued bringing Sammy up, then we weren’t going to be friends anymore either.
“Sammy is yesteryear,” I said. “I’m tryin’ to move forward and do me.”
“I feel you, Mouse. I got a good man and we got a nice spot of our own in Yonkers and he gonna buy me my first car soon. I’m doin’ good, yo. I feel good, I look good and me and my boo comin�
�� up,” she proclaimed affably.
“That’s good to hear, Crystal. I’m so glad to see you happy.”
“I am happy.”
I wished we all could say the same. Seeing Crystal looking like a million bucks reminded me of the time Rico had me looking like that. It was all a dream nevertheless, an illusion, something very transient, smoke and mirrors, because when it comes to an end, crashing down, which it will eventually, the wifey, the girlfriend of that hustler, gets hit the hardest. Really hard. It almost felt like I was underneath the Twin Towers when they collapsed and I became trapped underneath the rubble. Yeah, it sounded like I was hating on my girl, but I wasn’t. I knew the future and I wanted to warn her, but I knew she wasn’t going to listen. We never do.
Crystal and I talked briefly, catching up on old or lost time. Her smile was golden and the bling she wore could purchase a small house. Dodo had his woman shining like a gem. She was riding around the hood in his chariot and feeling like royalty. It’s what hustlers do: make their woman feel supreme so we could be blinded by the bullshit coming soon.
Dodo stepped out of the bodega with his lips pulling on a Black & Mild. He looked around his surroundings briefly and I could tell he was packing heat underneath his jacket. He screamed danger. He looked our way and hollered to Crystal, “Babe, let’s go.”
Crystal jumped to his command. She quickly said to me, “Mouse, we need to definitely link up and talk. I’ll call you.”
I watched Crystal accelerate her way toward the parked Benz and get into the passenger side. Dodo gazed at me briefly and climbed into the driver’s side. I wondered why he was looking at me like that. Did he think I was telling his woman something? I wasn’t. But I wasn’t about to worry myself. I had problems of my own.
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