Dirty Rotten Liar

by Noire

  Fallon glanced at the fine-ass dude sitting next to her. They’d been in the same class since the seventh grade and she liked him. He was naked from the waist up and his dick was seriously on brick.

  She licked her lips, then reached over and covered his rock with her hand and gave it a nice, slow squeeze.

  “Sorry, Fredericka,” she said into the phone. “This isn’t a good time for me. I have company so I’ma have to holla at you later.”

  Click.

  “Okay, so here’s what I want you to do,” Pilar said, running down her final take-down plan and speaking slowly like Dy-Nasty was brain afflicted. “Get in touch with Uncle Suge and put the hammer on him. Squeeze that nigga’s balls! Bump is just a fuckin’ tool, but Suge holds all the real cards. I want you to tell that fool you got something on his nephew that’s gonna bring the whole damn family down! Tell him he better smack you in the pockets with a million dollars in cash if he wants you to keep your mouth closed, and if he gives you any bullshit then you show him the damn pictures and fuck him up!”

  Pilar’s face lit up with an evil, conniving grin.

  “And after you make him crawl and you get that damn money in your hands, then you still fucking tell on Barron!”

  Her eyes sparkled at the thought of using Dy-Nasty to do all her dirty work.

  “Tell who?” Dy-Nasty asked.

  “Tell everybody, stupid! I want you to print them damn pictures out and show them to Aunt Selah, and then you find a way to sneak them up to that hospital so Uncle Viceroy can get a peek at them too! By the time we get finished fucking Barron he’s gonna hate the day he met us!”

  “Hell yeah!” Dy-Nasty nodded with dollar signs lighting up her eyes, but then her hood instincts kicked in and she frowned and suspiciously grilled the pampered little rich bitch sitting across from her.

  “Yo, why you all of a sudden tryna be so down with me, Pilar? Ain’t you bonin’ Barron? Whut? You tryna get you a lil cut of that Dominion cash too?”

  “No.” Pilar shook her head as a fire crept into her eyes. She thought about all that hot sticky cum that was in Barron’s drawers when he left out of Mink’s room. Yeah, cash was good, but butt-fucking revenge was always better.

  “I’m not boning that asshole and I don’t want a dime of that money either,” she told Dy-Nasty. “I’ll get my satisfaction when Barron is bent over and taking a fat dick up his ass!”

  “I don’t give a good goddamn,” I snapped at Bunni as I waited in the downstairs parlor for Uncle Suge to come get me. “I’m still tellin’!”

  “Mink you just too damned hardheaded! Why don’t you just listen sometimes?”

  Listen? I had heard every damn thing I needed to hear when we was up in that window listening to Dy-Nasty plot up on a scheme to blackmail Barron out of a million big ones!

  I had igged all that yang Bunni was spittin’ and politely called Suge and asked him to come pick me up. And as soon as he got here I was planning on dropping a big fat dime and telling him all about Dy-Nasty’s grimy little caper.

  But Bunni was acting like I had lost my damn mind.

  “Look, you and Dy-Nasty was gonna get down together before, remember? Y’all was gonna split that three hundred grand trust fund money right down the middle and you was real cool with that shit! So what’s different now? Why can’t you just hit Dy-Nasty up on the sly tip right now and let her know you’re up on her shit? You can tell her it’s gonna cost her half of whatever she gets from Barron if she wants you to keep her lil gank under your hat! Why you just can’t do that?”

  “ ’Cause I don’t want shit that donkey-faced bitch got, that’s why!”

  “Mink!” Bunni went at me hard. “Is you fuggin’ crazy? Is you on some new kinda dope? Do you know what we could do with half a million smack-smacks?”

  “I don’t care, Bunni. I’m tellin’.”

  Her nose flared and sweat beads popped up all over that shit.

  “Girl you is losing it! For real. Why in the world would you do some stupid shit like that?”

  “Because what she’s tryna do ain’t right, Bunni!”

  “So? Look, I’ma need you to wake the hell up, okay? Yo ass is just getting too damn soft! You willing to miss out on half a mil in cash for that fool Barron? Girl, you know damn well that nigga don’t even like you! If it was up to him your high-yellow ass woulda been drop-kicked straight into the toilet bowl the very first day we rolled up in this bitch! I don’t know why you all of a sudden wanna help him out! He damn sure wouldn’t do nothin’ to help you!”

  I igged Bunni and kept peeping out the door looking for Suge’s truck, but on the real tip I knew every damn thing my partner-in-grime was spittin’ was right on point. I couldn’t hardly believe I was about to drop a dime when keeping quiet might make me a dollar, but I still wanted to do that shit.

  ’Cause Bunni was calling it correct. Barron hated me and I hated his black ass too! But I hated that greasy bitch Dy-Nasty even more! Yeah, I was a con-mami all down in my bones and grifting was my favorite pastime. Tricking niggas for their loot was a delicate game and I was a top-notch contender with a whole lotta wins under my belt.

  But at least I had some respect for my profession! Some flow to my hustle! Dy-Nasty was just shitty for no good reason at all. She was lazy and trifling, and everything about her skunk-ass was way below the grime of the gutter and underneath the grunge of the hood!

  Bunni grilled me and rolled her eyes hard enough to make one pop out and skedaddle across the floor.

  “You can roll ’em till they fall out, Bunni. I’m still tellin’.”

  “Okay, but just what the hell is Uncle Suge ’posed to do about it anyway?” she demanded. “Tell that horse-headed wench to leave his Lil Bump alone?”

  I just smirked at all that noise she was making ’cause I wasn’t even tryna hear it. Bunni knew damn well what type of gully nigga Suge was. He had spent his life erasing criminal footprints for that street-thug turned billionaire brother of his. Shit, Suge Dominion wasn’t nobody’s joke. That dude was a closer. A quicker-cleaner-upper. There was no doubt in my monkey-ass mind that if anybody could shove a hot stick of dynamite up Dy-Nasty’s ugly ass, it was Uncle Suge.

  Uncle Suge had picked me up and I was busy spittin’ something hot in his ear, but it damn sure wasn’t about no Barron and Dy-Nasty!

  “Ooooh, yeah, baby!” I moaned as I rode his beefy dick bronco-style. “Right there, Daddy!” My titties jiggled and I shuddered as Suge gripped my hips and pounded up into me. “Uh-huh! Put that thang right there!”

  We had rode out to his crib and tossed back a few drinks. Suge had thrown two big cows on the pit and started cutting up all kinds of shit to make us a salad, but my pussy was even hotter than the grill and by now them damn steaks was probably burnt!

  We was buck naked on his living room sofa going to town.

  “I wanna take that thang from the back,” I whispered, leaning forward as I stuck the tip of my tongue inside his ear. “I want you to fuck my lights out, baby!”

  In a flash that big nigga had lifted me under my arms and flipped me around. I yelped as he mushed my head down in the couch pillows and yanked my ass up high in the air.

  He slapped me on the ass like I was a horse he was sending to the stable, and then he fist-gripped his monster meat and guided it to the slit of my dripping pussy and hummed as the tip of his dick tickled me like a vibrator.

  “How bad you want this shit?” he growled.

  I glanced over my shoulder and damn near fainted at the sight of his muscle-bound chest, rocked-up arms, and forty-pack abs.

  Instead of answering, I reached back and grabbed my own ass-cheeks. I spread them thick babies open slow and wide so he could see all the creamy juices that were leaking from my tight pink slit.

  “Bad enough for my pussy to beg for it,” I said, and then I giggled at the look on his face.

  “Goddamn. This the prettiest damn pussy I ever seen,” Suge declared, and then he dove up in my s
hit, forcing his thick tube of meat into my juicy opening and ramming that shit all up in my guts.

  I grunted as his pole sank into me. And then I arched my back and twerked my ass and massaged the hell outta my hot swollen clit as Suge pounded me out like a pro.

  By the time he licked the back of my neck and then busted his walnut deep up in my twat, I had already gotten me two big nuts and one little tiny one for the road.

  We laid on the couch sweating and panting with the smell of burning steak coming in from the patio outside. I was still stretched out on my stomach and he was leaning most of his weight on his forearms and spooning me from the back.

  “Now what was that you wanted to holler at me about?”

  I pressed my face deeper into the pillows and frowned. I wanted to tell him about Dy-Nasty’s shiesty little gank, but all I could hear was Bunni’s warnings ringing out in my ears.

  I don’t know why you all of a sudden wanna help Barron out! He damn sure wouldn’t do nothin’ to help you!

  Before I could say anything Suge’s cell phone sounded off. I lifted my head and swiveled my neck around and eyed him as he leaned over and snatched his pants up off the floor. I felt some kinda way when he frowned at his cell phone, then swiped his thumb across the screen and backed up on his knees and turned away from me.

  “Yo, what’s up?” I heard him growl. “Oh yeah? A’ight, cool. I’m in the middle of something right now but I’ll swing by in a few and we can holla.”

  “Who was that?” my nosy-ass demanded as he got up off the couch and I followed him up the steps to the shower. It was one of them bricked joints with stone everywhere and it was so deep it didn’t even need no shower curtain.

  “That was ya girl Dy-Nasty,” he said over his shoulder as he turned on the hot water and it gushed out and sprayed from the soaker jets.

  I felt my insides start to boil.

  “Oh yeah, what that bitch want with you?” I blurted, scrunching up my face.

  Suge shrugged. “She said she needs to get with me about something real crucial.”

  “Oh yeah?” I was really heated now. “So what, you gonna just jump up from bangin’ me and run over there to see her?”

  “Uh-huh,” Suge said, and nodded. He reached out and cupped the back of my neck with his big-old paw and pulled my naked booty under the shower spray with him.

  I pressed up against his hardness and let my tongue slither over his wet nipple.

  “You really gonna leave me and go see her when you know I can’t stand that bitch?”

  He kissed me on my forehead and squeezed my titty real gently and chuckled. “Hell yeah. ’Cause when a cutthroat chick like Dy-Nasty wants to run off with her mouth, you gotta let her run it.”

  CHAPTER 18

  Suge could feel Dy-Nasty grilling him on the sneak tip as he sped down the highway with her in the passenger seat of his monster truck. She was fine as hell but he wasn’t impressed with her because he already knew the drill. Not only was he paid out the ass and powerful as fuck, he lived and breathed his hustle and it showed in his swag. Chicks were always tryna get at him, and this shiesty little street sweeper sitting beside him was no exception.

  He was real comfortable handling the huge piece of truck he pushed, and he rode with his seat nice and low. Twirling a toothpick around in his mouth and driving with one hand on the wheel, Suge could tell Dy-Nasty was waiting for the right time to make her move, so he chilled and bided his time too.

  She had hit him on his cell while he was laid up with Mink and asked him to give her a ride to a fish joint up in Dallas. Suge had picked her up from the mansion and now, igging the hungry, conniving looks she was throwing him from the corner of her eye, Suge nodded his head to the beat that blared from his deluxe package stereo system as he punched his gas pedal hard to the floor.

  Dy-Nasty was still grilling him but Suge was cool with it. A gutter chick like her was gonna throw down some game wherever she saw an opening, and all he had to do was sit back and relax and let her walk right into his trap.

  And sure enough, by the time they pulled up outside the combination fish joint and BBQ pit that was in a little strip mall, Dy-Nasty was more than ready to spill every last one of her baked little beans.

  “Okay, looka here, Uncle Suge,” she blurted outta the slick side of her mouth as they climbed outta his truck and walked toward the restaurant. “I got somethin’ I wanna get witchu about, and the only reason I called you to put you on is ’cause I can tell that you the one who’s really runnin’ this family bizz, ’cause you the only one who got some sense about yourself.”

  Suge tongued his toothpick as he side-eyed her. A slight grin was on his lips, but if her vision wasn’t so faded by dollar signs Dy-Nasty woulda been able to peep the deadly frost that was lurking in his eyes.

  “See now,” she kept running off at the mouth as they walked inside, “I ain’t even gonna fuck with none of the rest of them Dominions ’cause like I said, I already know who’s really runnin’ shit around here. All of them be steady kissing Barron’s ass like he’s some kinda fuckin’ boss, but that’s some bullshit ’cause Barron can’t even get his own dick outta a pickle jar!”

  Suge paid for her order at the counter and then they slid into a booth at the back of the restaurant to wait for the food. Dy-Nasty could barely wait for her ass to touch the seat so she could get back to running her game, and Suge laughed inside as the dumb little guttersnipe went into seduce-a-trick mode. He was amused as fuck as she slid her pink tongue wetly over her lips and then stared deep into his eyes and sat up straight, arching her back like a kitten. Pouting her lips, she pushed her round titties forward and stared at him through her false eyelashes as her body started giving off that old time-tested “come fuck the shit outta me” scent.

  Suge wanted to laugh for real now. His dick didn’t even think about waking up as Dy-Nasty tried to throw her free-hot-pussy game down on him. His one-eyed monster kept right on snoring like a muthafucka ’cause this run-through trick right here wasn’t the type of broad he woulda fucked with his toe, let alone with his precious dick.

  “Check it out, Uncle Suge,” she said, leaning across the table toward him. “I got me some dirt on Barron that’s gonna fuck him up for life!”

  “On Bump?”

  Dy-Nasty nodded. “Uh-huh. On that stuck-up muthafucka who be tryna act like he so much smarter than everybody else!”

  Suge’s expression never changed.

  “Oh yeah?” he said quietly, flipping his toothpick over with his tongue.

  Dy-Nasty leaned in even closer and Suge peeped her entire hustle in the glint of her devilish eyes.

  “Yep. Be’lee that. I found some pictures of him online. Wearing a skirt and sucking a dick!”

  Suge never moved a muscle. His eyes looked like two ice cubes as he chewed his toothpick and grilled her. “Is that right?”

  She nodded again. “Damn right. Check this out.” She whipped out her cell phone and punched in a Web site, then passed it to him. She was grinning her ass off as Suge scrolled through a series of pictures of Barron in a bunch of different poses, each one more fucked up than the last one.

  “Okay?” Dy-Nasty squealed. “See what I’m sayin’? And just like Barron was gonna use all that dirt he dug up on me and Mink to knock us off the block and keep us outta that trust fund, now my ass got something that I can use to knock him off his block too! And if that muthafucka wants me to keep my mouth closed about what he been out there doin’ in the dark, then somebody is gonna hafta pay me!”

  “Pay you?” Suge sat up straight and pretended like he was surprised. “How much are you trying to get paid, sugar?”

  “I’m tryna get the same damn thang every damn body else got! I want Sable’s whole inheritance plus a little bit extra! Matter fact, y’all can just go ’head and drop a quick million in my bank account! That’s three years worth of trust fund money, plus the same hundred-grand inheritance dough y’all gave to Mink. And if anybody got a probl
em payin’ to shut me up about these pictures then you can just tell me! I know y’all rich muthafuckas done heard of the World Wide Web, right? Well fuck with me and I’ma put Barron’s down-low ass on the world-wide- blast and tell his daddy and ’nem ere’thang I know!”

  Suge held up his hand like he was a peacemaker instead of a hit man.

  “Now slow down, darling,” he soothed her. “Ain’t no need for all them threats, okay, sugar? Lemme see if I can work a lil something out for you. I can’t promise you nothing or make you no guarantees, but trust me, I’ma do my best to make sure you get everything you need.”

  Suge dropped Dy-Nasty back off at the Dominion mansion and then zipped over to his man’s office on the north side of Dallas. Two hours later he was back on the highway headed south and chewing a fresh toothpick as he hit a button on his center console and listened as the phone rang over the truck’s speaker system.

  “Lil Bump,” he said when it was answered and he heard his nephew’s voice on the other end. “We got us a little problem,” he said quietly. “I need you to meet me at the Bat Cave, my nigga. And get there as soon as you can.”

  CHAPTER 19

  The ten-acre ranch was located off a dirt road deep in the Texas brush, and if you didn’t know it was there you never woulda found it. The structure was over ten thousand square feet of hard masculine wood and tinted glass, and Viceroy had built it twenty years ago as a secret refuge where him and his most trusted henchmen could retreat to when critical, and sometimes life-and-death, decisions needed to be made.

  The ranch was fortified by some of the best security systems in the world, and an intricate set of codes had to be entered into a panel before a heavy, wrought-iron gate slid back on the fenced-in compound.

  Admittance was by invitation only, and since the only two people who knew the codes to the security system were Viceroy and Suge, Barron knew his uncle had summoned him out there to discuss some real critical shit.