by Sa'id Salaam
The cities mentioned are depending on you to solve this problem and bring justice to all the victims of their ruthless behavior. It's going to take a lot of time, money, and effort to stop these people, but I know it can be done if we all work together." I watched the faces in the room as what I said began to take hold in their minds. I saw the eagerness, anger, and loyalty to the situation at hand. That was the confirmation I needed to be fully sure that my team was ready. I looked over at the mayor and asked, "Do you have anything to add, sir?"
He looked up from his daze and glanced around the room , "Only to be careful because as Detective Jones stated, they don't mind killing, and if you get caught they won't hesitate to kill you!”
Those last words seemed to hang in the air thick as a humid day in August and resonate in everyone's mind like yelling into an empty cave. The question of the hour wasn't if they were willing to do their jobs, but if they were willing to die trying? As I looked around the room again I saw a new look in their eyes: determination............
***
Rico
Standing six foot two inches two hundred and ten pounds, my sexy brown skin and hazel eyes were something sweet to look at. The sound of the buzzing front gate broke me out of my self-mesmerizing glance.
“Baby, who that at the door?" I called out to Rain.
"That's your surprise." She answers, seductively.
My surprise is a person? Who in the hell could it be at six in the evening? I hurried to dry off and applied a little bit of cool water cologne to both sides of my neck. When I open the door that leads to our bedroom, I was greeted with the exotic scent of the rainforest. Candles flickers about the room, while jazz plays softly in the background. Rose petals were scattered about and a bottle of Dom P was chilling on ice.
As I approach the bed, the bathroom door opened and Rain steps into my sight wearing a pair of six inch stilettos, and rocking a see-through robe with matching boy shorts. They hug every curve of her luscious body and her long black hair was flowing down her back. Her almond shaped eyes and succulent lips put me in the mind of perfection. God definitely sculpted her out of the purest black onyx. My mind was blown away by what followed her into the bedroom. It was a red-bone so thick and fine I had to look twice before I could believe my eyes. She was dressed, in a sheer leopard print negligee that accented her curves exceptionally and her ass was just the right size to be fat on her 5'2 frame I can't lie SHE BADD! Her hair stopped beneath her shoulders and her face was like a diamond in a platinum setting.
"I told you I had a surprise for you." Rain said as she and the other woman slowly approach me.
“Now, sit down and let me show you how much I appreciate you and all that you do."
I reclined on the bed as she turned to the red bone, and pushed her onto the ottoman with a dominance that I had never seen before. “Shit I didn’t know Rain fucked with girls, she had me fucked up but I definitely liked it.”
Rain pinned the girls’ hands to her sides and kissed her on her neck, the girl let out a moan as if Rains lips were made to please only her. Rain slid her tongue out of her mouth, and began to lick the redbone down her neck in a line that would eventually lead to the Promised Land! Their bodies were locked in an intimate embrace that left me with a desire to devour both ladies with a passion unmatched by length or depth.
The beautiful redbone slide from under Rain and straddled her like she was about to ride a horse, she began to suck on rains nipples until the other one was rock hard, and moans of pleasure escaped from her lips. The redbone started to kiss rain from her feet to her inner thighs as she slowly removed the lace panties from around rains waist, exposing her dripping wet pussy. Rain’s pussy was so wet there was a stain on the ottoman where her pussy had been! Wet, wet!
The redbone pulled Rain's clit to her face and began to lick it like she was eating her favorite blow pop. The moans that was escaping Rain's mouth were of pure passion and pleasure. My dick was rock hard as I watched the redbone eat my woman's pussy. My mind was on one thing now, and that was to join them! I stepped behind the redbone and pulled off my boxers. I stuck my finger inside her throbbing pussy to make sure she was ready for me to enter, I then leaned in and kissed her on the small of her back before I slid my 11 inch dick inside of her. She arched her back to welcome me. And I carefully pushed my hardness into her and wasn’t surprised that she was wetter than 10 bottles of Aquafina!
She looked back at me and stared into my eyes while simultaneously grinding against me with a slow rhythm at first until she could get use to all this dick inside of her. She soon began to throw it back on me while continuing to please Rain. it was going down like the titanic in here!
All type of sounds boomed through the room. Rain was moaning so loud I couldn’t hear myself think! The redbone was throwing it back on me like Ali fighting Foreman and in the 12th round of the fight! I was definitely at the centre of the action so I began to speed up, pounding her pussy harder until we collided like two cars in an accident over and over again. I could feel her starting to shake with every stroke of my dick, passion was rising at an alarming rate and juices were flowing everywhere. She let out a screeching scream as she came to her climax.
I pulled out of the redbone and flipped her over onto her back, and grabbed Rain and began to pound her throbbing pussy hard just like she likes it. My baby was out of her mind with passion. She was screaming out my name at this point and I knew if we had neighbors they would definitely know my name!, but since we don’t Rains screams of pleasure would go unheard by anyone that wasn’t in the middle of the action.
Rain begged me to hit it harder. The redbone got up and sat on Rain’s face, as I sped up so did Rains tongue the redbone screamed at the same time as Rain, it was a loud scream of pleasure as they climaxed together and crumbled to the bed, but it wasn’t over by far! I wasn’t finished yet.
Rain motioned for me to lie on my back, I watched as she climbed on top of me like a jockey mounting his horse. She grabbed my dick and placed it inside of her and began to ride. The red bone sat on my face and I began to nibble on her clit and suck on her lips at the same time.
I licked and sucked her soul, with all the precisions of a doctor in the E.R, and I was met with moans of satisfaction. I was feeling so good to me, groans escaped my mouth as the two women fucked me to ecstasy! After thirty minutes of intense animal sex, I felt myself about to explode!!!!!!!!!! Five....Four....Three....Two....One....... DAMN so this what heaven feels like.
We all collapsed in a pile of sweat and pleasure spent from the hours of animalistic lust. It was now eight o'clock. I had to get ready for the meeting with the Russians. Although pleasure was good it was time for me to get back to the money! Time to get down to business! But damn that was some good pussy! I rolled over and looked at Rain with a look of pure satisfaction on my face.
“Did you enjoy your surprise?" she asked.
"Of course I did, baby."
The redbone rolled over and smiled at me. "My name is Pleasure."
“Umm.......That definitely is a fitting name for you. I wish I could stay for a while but I got business to take care of." I replied as I untangled myself from the sheets.
I began to contemplate my next move. The meeting with the Russians was not a problem but the events that were sure to unfold afterward had me apprehensive. I liked for things to go smoothly, for the plan to work out right. I hated sloppiness, especially when it came to things of this magnitude. What I was about to set in motion would no doubt go down in history.
As I showered, I lined all my ducks in a row. Drying off, I stepped into my ten thousand dollar Armani suit. I felt a sense of power rush over me. I already had the money; it was time to get the power and the respect.
The club was called "Paradise". The inside had three bars, a full kitchen, and four VIP sections. It was filled from wall-to-wall with beautiful women. I walked up to the door, greeted by the biggest white man you ever wanted to see. He opened the door and shook
my hand. His hand was the size of a bear paw.
"How you doing tonight, Mr. Swift?" He asked.
"I'm good, John? What's up with the family?"
"They're doing good. The misses told me to tell you 'thank you for all your help.'"
"Don't worry ‘bout it. Have my guests arrived yet?"
"About five minutes ago. I took them to your office and gave them a bottle of vodka."
"Good. Good." I nodded. "In about ten minutes bring up a bottle of Moet. I have a feeling things are going to go well tonight."
"Yes, sir, will do. Anything else?"
“No, that's all for now. Thank you."
As I walked into the front door the ambiance of the club envelopes me. The men that waited in the office were some of the most cold blooded people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Money seems to be the motivation behind everything in my world. Politics, wars, and Wall Street are all funded by the same money. Money exchanges hands and shit gets done. That's the law of the land; survival of the fittest. The lion with the most money and the blackest heart rules the jungle and I'm marking my territory.
My office looks like a king's palace and Monet's hanging on the wall, a huge cherry wood desk dominates the room and a floor to ceiling bank of T.V monitors watch over every square inch of the club. As I step through the door, the two men look me up and down. The one closest to me smiles, stands and extends his hand to me.
"Mr. Swift, how is life treating you?"
"I have no complaints, Mr. Glenkovich. And by the looks of it you shouldn't complain either."
The Russian smiled in his three piece suit and gator boots, gold rings on each finger and several gold chains draped his neck. He stood about five feet, ten inches and weighed about 200 pounds. As flashy as he was, his companion was quite the opposite; black jeans, a black sweater, and boots. No jewelry. The only features that would catch someone's attention were his eyes; jet black and ice cold. They were as lifeless as a hunter's eyes. This was definitely a man you didn't want to see sitting in your living room. He was probably six feet even and about two hundred and twenty pounds and as white as a ghost. He stood up and extended his hand to me.
"I'm Ivan." he said in a heavy Russian accent. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Swift."
"The pleasure is mine. Gentlemen please, have a seat." I walked behind my desk and took a seat in the plush leather chair as my guest do the same. I reached across my desk to the cigar case and pull out a Cuban rolled by Castro's personal cigar man and offer one to my guest.
"These fell into my lap from Castro's own collection."
While Mister Dead-Eyes declined, Mr. Glenkovich accepted. I slid the top drawer of my desk open and pulled out twenty-four karat gold Zippo lighter and lit my cigar then handed it to my guest and watched him light his. He then handed it back. It was time to get down to business.
"Gentlemen, the reason I asked for this meeting is because we may have a little problem. As you may know, our overly enthusiastic mayor has made it his personal vendetta to locate and apprehend the members of the Committee which proves to be a big problem to all parties involved. Therefore, we need to eliminate this threat to our livelihood. I have devised a plan that involves the apprehension of certain people and I need the help of your people, being that you are experts in this field."
Mr. Glenkovich began to rub his beard as if in deep thought then leaned forward in his seat and made a steeple with his hands. He exhaled a dark cloud of smoke then proceeded to speak with a heavy Russian accent.
"Mr. Swift, you understand the gravity of what you are implying?"
"I'm fully aware and confident in your expertise, Mr. Glenkovich. That is why I am meeting with you rather than the Jamaicans."
"I appreciate your compliment, Mr. Swift. There’s no doubt on our part about the successfulness of the mission in question. Are you ready for the umm- how do you Americans say it- heat this kind of mission will draw?"
"Mr. Glenkovich, this is only the beginning of what's about to happen." The Russian took a long pull of his cigars and exhaled with a smile.
"Count me in, Mr. Swift."
"Good we will have another meeting soon to discuss the arrangements." As I finished speaking, in came the big white guy with the bottle of Moet and three champagne flutes.
"Sit them on the table, John."
"Yes sir. Do you need anything else?"
"No, that's it. Thank you." As John left the office, I began to pour our drinks.
"A toast to the love of money, the motivation of power and the influence of respect."
The three of us raised our glasses and drank the champagne. Respect is what keeps the king on his throne. It was time I take mine.
Dungeon Master: Sins and Secrets
Yara Kaleemah
© 2013 Yara Kaleemah
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Prologue
“Ayo, I need you to always look out for my son, man.” Zu told his lifelong friend as they drove up Seton Lane.
“Yo, you know I got you but why you been talking so crazy lately?” His friend asked him.
“Cuz between this street shit and working down at that damn meat factory, Imma die.” Zu laughed, half-jokingly.
“Yea, iight, nigga.” His friend chuckled as he bent the corner.
Moments later they pulled up to the bank. Zu pulled his ski mask over his face, tucked both his guns under his shirt and got out of the car. He looked from his left to his right and proceeded into the branch with extreme caution.
“Everybody get the fuck down!” He yelled as he pulled the guns out and shot at both of the cameras. He slowly approached the teller closest to the door. He pointed the gun directly at her forehead. “Put all the mother fuckin money in the god damn bag!” He shoved a plastic bag at her. He kept one gun on her and the other pointed toward the people. As he turned his head to the crowd he saw a man slide his phone out of view. “Empty the fucking draw!” he shouted, but didn’t take his eyes off the man. The teller tossed the bag back at him.
He walked over to where the man laid on the ground. He kicked the man in the stomach causing him to roll over. On the screen of the phone was a picture of Zu. He stomped the phone into a thousand pieces and aimed his gun at the man.
“Please!” the man threw his hands up as his face became beet red. “Please, don’t shoot me!” he begged. He closed his eyes and Zu pulled the trigger. The man’s brains scattered all over the wall behind him. Zu clenched the bag of money and ran from the bank.
He hoped into the opened door of the getaway car. His friend sped off before it could even close.
“What the fuck happened?”
“I shot a nigga.” Zu answered, nonchalantly.
The men dumped the car in an empty lot a few blocks away. They got into Zu’s Lexus and drove off into the city.
They arrived at Club X around one o’clock. The club was covered from wall to wall with bitches. Zubair went to the bar and ordered E&J on the rocks while Mercer opted for Bacardi and Lemon. The two sat at a table in the rear of the club and sipped on their drinks. After about thirty minutes two young girls slid in the booth, sitting beside each one of them.
“So, Zu, what’s been up?” one of them asked.
“I can’t call it shawty.” He answered, sipping his drink.
“You horny? I’m horny.” She laughed.
“Well you know what that mean!” Zu pulled at his dick. He followed the young girl, who was probably his son’s age, into the back of the club. She hiked her little blue dress up over her wide hips and pulled her panties to the side. She bent over and he pushed his, condom covered, rock hard dick into her warm pussy.
***
A few days later, Mercer was driving alone down Cambridge Street when he saw a lot of activity in front of Zu’s job.
“What the fuck happened?” Me
rcer questioned. He parked his car to investigate. There were ambulances, police cars and reporters everywhere. The street was lined with onlookers.
“That’s so sad.” One of the onlookers cried, wiping her tears.
“What happened?” Mercer asked the woman.
“They found a man, frozen to death in the freezer.” She cried.
Mercer looked up to see Rasheeda, Zubair’s wife, being held by an officer as she cried.
“Rasheeda!” Mercer took her into his arms. “What happened?”
“He’s dead.” She cried. “Zu, is dead.” Her khimar was soaked with tears as she shook in his chest. “How did this happen? Oh Allah, forgive him and grant him the highest of Jennah. Ameen.” She prayed.
