Trapstar

by Blake Karrington

  Just a few days ago Brianna would have loved to help Hakeem with his hard on. Now she wanted to throw up at the thought. But she knew she had to act like everything was normal.

  Brianna put on her sexy voice and whispered, “Well you hold that hard on until tomorrow, and after you’re done with work, I’m going to put in some real work.”

  Hakeem smiled at the thought. “Ok, bet I will see you tomorrow fo sure.” Hakeem hung up the phone and looked into the rear view mirror at himself.

  “Damn nigga you the man!”

  The next morning Hakeem rolled out the bed, he looked down at the stripper he had met the night before at Club Onyx. He pulled the covers back to reveal her phat smooth ass. He thought about getting back in the bed and getting another sample of it, but then remembered he had to tighten Brianna up later. So he shook her leg.

  “Shawtey get up, it’s time to go.” The thick light skinned young woman eased slowly out of the bed and began to get dressed. Once Hakeem had got her out to her car and gave her some breakfast and gas money. He went back in to get ready for his day. He threw on his so called work uniform, which consist of all black everything. That meant black tee, black jeans, black shoes, black fitted cap, and black Gucci shades. ‘I guess I will go low key and take the Honda Accord out,’ he thought to himself. When he got to the storage unit, he put in the code and the gates rose up. He looked at his phone to see what the storage room number was. Once he got to the matching number on the door. He grabbed the key to unlock the bolt. Inside he took a count of the drugs that were left for him. He counted again, to make sure he was correct. Indeed it looked like Brianna made a mistake. He was counting 23 kilos, not the 20 he usually got.

  Yea Brianna had fucked up and to his benefit, Hakeem thought. There was no way he was going to pull her coat to this error. She would have to learn this one the hard way. Hakeem threw everything into his trunk and proceeded to his next destination. Once he pulled up to the house in Charlotte’s north side. He drove the car around to the back of the old broken down duplex. Hakeem’s workers were waiting in the back to greet him. “Pull three of those out for me and put them in the back seat. A nigga got a little blessing today!”

  “Get all this shit broke down and I’ll be back later to check in. Nigga’s Onyx on me tonight!”

  All the guys started cheering. They knew how Hakeem balled and they knew that night would be off the chain. He got back into the car just as his phone was ringing. He looked down and saw it was Brianna. “Damn had she realized her mistake?’ he thought. Either way it was no way he was going to admit to it, she was on her own. “Yo what’s good babe?”

  “Nothing I was just making sure you were still coming by today.”

  “Hell yea I’m in route to you now.” Hakeem responded.

  “Well hurry up I’m already wet just thinking about you. I want you naked before you step in my room.”

  “Damn that’s how you feel shawtey? I’ll be there in twenty.”

  “Well I’m already in the bed waiting on you and I’m leaving the door unlocked.”

  Hakeem hung the phone up and pressed on the gas pedal harder. He made it to Brianna’s house in what seemed like ten minutes. The door was slightly open when he arrived and he pushed his way in. He started undressing on the way to Brianna’s bedroom, as requested. By the time he reached her bedroom door he was completely nude. He opened the door and saw Brianna lying on the bed face down. She was also naked and wet as promised.

  Hakeem immediately put his face in Brianna ass. He stared licking her ass and pussy from the rear. Brianna bit her lip, but not in ecstasy, his every touch was disgusting to her. She was on her stomach for a reason. She didn’t want to have to look at him. It was bad enough she had to allow him to violate her like this, but she knew it was the only way her plan would work.

  Hakeem raised his face up and began to rub his dick up against her pussy lips. They were wet to the touch. He began to enter her. Brianna gave him a fake moan. Hakeem began to take long, slow strokes.

  ‘Damn I know how Whoopie felt in the color purple,’ Brianna thought to herself. She was trying to hold back the tears, while in her mind she kept asking Tre to forgive her. Finally Hakeem began to cum, she could feel the fluid filling her box up. He lay on top of her, his body wet with sweat.

  “Babe, let me up so I can take a shower,” Brianna said.

  Hakeem rolled off of her, glad that she didn’t want seconds. He had already fucked the stripper twice last night and he didn’t have another nut in him. While Brianna was in the shower, she couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. She wiped away tears and the water and dried herself off. By the time she came back into the bedroom Hakeem was fully dressed.

  “Hey shawtey, you know I got to get moving, I got to get this work off today so we can be ready to re-up next week, so I’ll hit you later ok?”

  “That’s cool, just call me later,” Brianna tried to muster a smile.

  Once she was sure that Hakeem was gone, she quickly ran into Charisse’s room. “Were you able to check the trunk?”

  “Yes.” Charisse responded

  “Were the 3 kilo’s there?”

  “Yep right were you said they would be!”

  “I knew that nigga would take the bait, this one time his greed is going to catch up with his black ass!”

  “Did you call officer McFadden, like I told you?”

  “Bri, I did everything like you said, trust me this nigga about to get his.”

  As Hakeem pulled out of Brianna’s parking lot, he pulled out a blunt and began to fire it up. ‘Damn Brianna got some good pussy,’ he thought to himself. ‘A nigga need a good smoke after that.’

  He proceeded down Graham Street while hitting the search button on the steering wheel. He was trying to find his favorite song on his Gucci Mane’s mixed CD. He heard the sound first, then he looked up and into the rearview mirror. His eyes confirmed what his ears had heard. All he could see was the blue flashing lights going off behind him. Damn he thought to himself as he attempted to put out the blunt. Hakeem pulled the car to the side of the road. It started to look like half of CMPD was behind him. The African-American male cop walked up to his window. Hakeem had already grabbed his registration and license. He reached them to the officer.

  “How you doing officer, did I do something wrong, I know I wasn’t speeding?”

  “Well sir you seemed to have been weaving back and forth through the lanes.”

  “Huh?” Hakeem asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

  “Yes and I can smell why, please step out of the car sir!”

  Hakeem opened the door and the officer yelled back to the three officers standing at the back of the car.

  “Can someone call a K9 unit?”

  Hakeem started to get a sick feeling in his stomach. “There’s no need for that sir, I just came from dropping my son off at my baby’s momma house. I admit I lit up one up, here it is. There is nothing else in the car.”

  “Well do you give us permission to search the vehicle, that will save us all some time. You know legally we can search it anyway, because the marijuana gives us probable cause.”

  Hakeem knew he had fucked up, but he wasn’t going to help them. So he said “Fuck that. Call the dogs nigga.”

  “Ok you want to play it that way, you guys cuff him and put him into the car.”

  Once the K9 unit pulled up it didn’t take long for the dog to jump on Hakeem’s trunk, like he had just saw a cat go into it. Hakeem saw the smile go across the face of the officer controlling the dog. He pulled the three Kilos of dope out and held it up. The entire group of officers looked back at Hakeem with smiles across their faces. All he could do was drop his head.

  Chapter 13

  Payback is a Bitch

  Brianna parallel parked her car on East Trade St. behind the Mecklenburg County Jail. Inside she pulled out her id and showed it to the guard. The officer passed her a key instructing her to put her valuables into a locker along th
e wall. Afterwards she walked through the metal detector with no issues. She pressed the button to the 7th floor. Brianna chose to sit at the last visiting window in the row. She waited for Hakeem to grace her with his presence.

  Hakeem appeared behind the glass in a bright orange jumpsuit, his dreads neatly tied at the nape of his neck. He picked up the phone as he sat down in his seat. Brianna picked up hers as well.

  “Man Bri, I can’t believe I got caught up like this.”

  Brianna couldn’t resist a smile, “its crazy right?”

  “Hell yeah,” he shook his head, “this was my last strike. I go to court in a few weeks, but I can’t really see a way out of this.”

  “What’d your lawyer say?”

  “He said he’d try his best… see if he can find something… but I’m nervous.”

  Brianna’s eyes went cold, “I guess this means Dre was right then, huh?”

  “What’chu mean? Right about what?” Hakeem responded with a confused look on his face.

  “That he should have never came back to Charlotte.”

  Hakeem shook his head, “I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

  Brianna sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, “You don’t?”

  Hakeem didn’t respond right away. He sat there with a blank stare.

  She shrugged, “It just seems to me that whenever he comes here… some shit goes down. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  Hakeem grimaced, “Where are you going with this Bri?”

  “It’s like you said,” she continued, “At least you got some good pussy out of all this…. I hope it was worth it.”

  Hakeem dropped the phone away from his face and looked at Brianna with wide eyes. Brianna stood up, placed the phone back onto the receiver, and walked away.

  The End...

  Trapstar 2

  “Trapping Aint Dead”

  Chapter 1

  The sky was blanketed in midnight blue as the black on black Ford F150 eased towards the house. Brianna sat in the passenger seat of Kacy’s truck with her thighs on her hands attempting to hide the nervous energy that made them tremble. Brianna wasn’t used to being on this side of the game. She’d felt at ease being behind the scene, doing all the things that kept her hands clean. But things had changed almost immediately after Hakeem’s arrest. Not only was there more money to be made, but there was definitely more money to be collected. There was no way should could afford to not collect on 20 kilos of dope. That was the one thing that she hadn’t factored into the equation when she had plotted to set up Hakeem. While Brianna was satisfied that her revenge on him had been sufficient, she’d forgotten that he’d been somewhat of an ally when it came to her business. There was no time to sit around and mull over the details of this discrepancy. Instead she had to act, and she had to act fast.

  Kacy looked over at her and asked, “You aiight?”

  “I’m just ready to get this over with.” Brianna said.

  “Ok.” He said as he eased around the corner and turned his headlights off. “I know Tre had to prepare you for this type of battle.”

  Brianna nodded, “He did… I just never thought I’d have to use it.”

  “Well… it’s time to see what you’re made of.”

  Kacy and Brianna got out of the car and walked to the door of the one story ranch house. They could hear a TV blaring from the porch, and saw lights on. Kacy stepped up to the door and slammed the side of his fist onto the door three times. Almost immediately the TV went silent, and the door cracked open. Kacy kicked the door the rest of the way open with his size twelve boots. Everyone inside began running. Kacy let off two shots into the wall. They all froze.

  “All you niggas get on the couch”. He motion with the twelve gauge shot gun. As the four men sat on the couch Brianna began to speak.

  “Look mutha fuckers, it seems to be some misunderstanding on who to pay since Havok is away. Well let me help you get this shit right. Who is Big D?”

  Instantly, three of the men looked in the direction of the short heavyset man on the left end of the sofa. Brianna walked up and stood right in front of him.

  “Put your hands on your knees nigga.”

  Big D placed both his hands on his knees, and looked up at Brianna with a nervous stare.

  “Now Big D where is my money?”

  “Tiffany already came and picked it up. Hakeem called me from the joint and told me to give it to her! Look I didn’t know anything different so that’s what I did.”

  “Nigga you gave that bitch my money?”

  “Not all of it, there’s $85,000.00 in the backroom.”

  Kacy motioned to one of the other guys, to go to the backroom and get the money. He followed behind the man closely, until he pulled the money bag out the closet. When they entered back into the living room he gave Brianna a heads up look. She was still standing over Big D.

  She asked him, “Which hand you whip the dope up with?”

  “Huh?” Big D looked confused.

  “Which hand you cook with nigga? I don’t want to put you out of work?” Big D still looked confused.

  “Fuck it!” Brianna said as she placed the gun on top of his left hand and pulled the trigger!

  “Got Damit!!!” Big D hollered.

  “Nigga, now you will know the next time you hand my money to someone, that will be a hand you lose!” She turned around and walked towards the door.

  “Oh yea, you nigga’s be prepared, we got some work coming in next week. Anybody got a problem with working for me?”

  All the men shook their heads no. Brianna turned and walked out the house.

  She and Kacy got back in the truck, money and respect in tow.

  Kacy smiled at Brianna, "I didn't know you had it in you."

  Brianna laughed, "Like the saying goes... don't judge a book by its cover."

  Just as they made it out of the neighborhood, Brianna felt a familiar feeling bubbling up in her belly.

  "Pull over."

  "Now?" Kacy said confused.

  "Now!"

  As soon as Kacy stopped the car, Brianna slung the door open, got out and vomited all over the pavement.

  "Damn!" Kacy shouted.

  Brianna wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stumbled the couple steps back to the car.

  Kacy sat there with a grin on his face, "I guess you're not as tough as we thought you were."

  Brianna shook her head, "No, it's not that. I think I have a bug or something. Been throwing up like this for the last week or so."

  Kacy's face went serious. He glared at Brianna like he could see right through her, first at her face, and then at her belly.