Vulcha resumed chugging. “That’s why I ordered another one for your ugly ass,” he said.
The waitress, Kamilla, arrived with more champagne. She was pretty, with an ass to Lil’ Long’s taste and breasts just right for Vulcha. Lil’ Long tipped her generously. She snuggled up to Vulcha and he buried his face in her huge chest.
“Down,” Lil’ Long said laughing and clapping his hands. He stroked her buttocks as she swished away. “That bitch is ours, kid,” he added.
He sucked on the champagne bottle and the bubbly ran all over his black suede jacket. They drank steadily and watched the girls stripping into the wee hours. Finally, Vulcha ordered a spliff to go. Kamilla brought it nicely rolled. Her breasts gleamed with heavy oil.
“I wanna fuck that bitch, kid,” Lil’ Long said with his fist clenched to signal his enthusiasm.
“Yeah. I’m in that ass first, nigga.” Vulcha said.
“Yo, I never seen her here before. She gotta be some new thing.” Lil’ Long speculated. “Her tail is shaking like she got a hemi up in da piece.” He laughed. Vulcha gave him a pound.
“Fuck that. New or not, that bitch is bagged, sun.” They laughed some more and pounded their fists together. Then drank even more.
“Yo, we made ten G’s tonight, nig,” Vulcha said. The realization seemed like a pleasant surprise to him.
“Yeah, lil’ loot. Yo, man, I want a hun’ed grand for the next one, Vulch,” Lil’ Long replied.
“I hear you, muthafucka, cuz them mo’fucking cock-sucking bosses be making five, six, seven times da amount we be making,” said Vulcha. He grasped the bottle at the bottom, thrusting it at Lil’ Long, who did the same with his. The bottles clanked in a toast and they guzzled. Vulcha put down his bottle and lit the spliff.
“I be knowing for a fact that them muthfuckas be giving the prime jobs to their mob connect. The fucking Italians and Sicilians, they the ones getting hits on politicians and CEOs. They be getting the lion’s share. We, right now we just eating but soon we be running shit.”
“How we gonna get there?” Vulcha asked between swigs.
“Nigga you see da Hyenas once they learn how to hunt like the lions, they be taking over and running the big cats off the land. Me and you, we like the Hyenas. We learning how to hunt together. You feel me?” Lil’ Long asked.
“Yeah dogs, I’m smelling you,” Vulcha replied.
“I’m telling you, kid, I’m a be famous like muthafucking Tyson. Mug gonna be on T-shirts. Like whaaaat! I’m a be like muthafucking O.J. Peoples gonna be like ‘how da fuck he do it,’ and all.” Lil’ Long guffawed. Vulcha joined him.
“Yeah, yeah, they gonna be like, ‘I know he couldn’t have done all that shit by hisself.’ Bitch niggas we ain’t fucking with their asses!” Vulcha said. He laughed so hard his weapon fell. The sexy waitress stooped, displaying all her assets, and picked up the weapon.
“Lose your gun, you might lose your life, thug.” She said and handed the weapon to Vulcha, who continued laughing as he rubbed his face in her breasts.
In this club, the only ones who stripped were the women. The patrons, a hundred percent male, entered with all their clothes on and kept them on. Even their hats and coats stayed on, because there was no place to hang them. And displaying a gun was as normal as having your hat and coat. Nobody but the waitress even seemed to notice Vulcha’s weapon when he dropped it.
Vulcha staggered off to the men’s room. On his way back, he picked up a couple of hits of cocaine. He shoved the small porcelain receptacle in front of Lil’ Long, spilling some in the process. Lil’ Long lifted the stem and made two sucking sounds with each nostril. He handed the dish to Vulcha.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what a nigga needed. Now all we got to do is…”
“Is what, muthafucka? I’m there wid you,” Vulcha said and his eyes followed Lil’ Long’s gaze toward the strippers. Vulcha sniffed cocaine until the white powder was all gone and he set the dish down. He clasped both hands to his nose and sucked in his breath until his face looked purple.
“Ah, that shit was ahight. Let’s bag honey and take her back to da crib,” Vulcha said and grabbed his nose.
“That’s what I’m talking ‘bout,” Lil’ Long said, motioning to Kamilla.
“Yo, this my man, Vulcha, and my name is Lil’ Long, and since you’re da one we chose, yo, you’ve got to come back to da crib wit us.”
“Huh?” she asked, straining to hear.
Vulcha pulled out a phat wad and stuck a hundred-dollar bill between her mountainous breasts. The bill stayed wedged until she removed it.
“I’ll go get my coat,” she said. He stared at how her ass cheeks rubbed each other with each step.
Lil’ Long and Vulcha laughed and slapped five. They rose from their seats and headed for the bar, where they ordered more hits of cocaine. They shook hands all around. They fondled the buttocks of nude dancers on their way out.
Kamilla, now dressed, waited at the door. They headed for Vulcha’s place in the Navigator. But as they drove by the park, Lil’ Long impatiently asked Vulcha to make a pit stop.
“Yo man pull over anywhere,” Lil’ Long requested.
“Whazzup nigga?” Vulcha asked, stopping next to a tree.
“Yo, Vulcha, I gotta piss. Here is fine.” Lil’ Long jumped from the SUV.
He stood next to the tree and broke the silence with a shower on the grass. He returned to see Vulcha attempting to suck both nipples at once. The girl was on her back, showing her taut stomach, curving to wide hips, decorated by red bikinis. Lil’ Long moved close and tugged at her thong.
“I’ll get them.”
She eased the panties down her shapely legs.
“Let’s take this shit outside,” Lil’ Long suggested. He saw no reason to restrain himself.
With that, she stepped out of the SUV. Vulcha sat on the hood. While she ran her tongue up and down his huge dick. Lil’ Long mounted her like a horse. She grunted, but kept on alternately sucking Vulcha’s dick and rubbing it between her breasts. Lil’ Long stabbed, grinding his body into her flesh, all the while slapping and groping her fleshy buttocks.
“Uh, uh, yeah bitch. Huh shake that ass, girl.” He grunted.
“Come on, daddy, it’s your turn now,” Kamilla said and massaged Vulcha’s shaft. It shot up to the sky and shone as Kamilla licked the tip.
Lil’ Long and Vulcha traded places. Lil’ Long now received the slurping and rubbing. Vulcha grunted and Kamilla squealed as he pushed his member all the way in. They fucked her long and hard; both of them alternating until she thought there were two dicks attached to a single body, splitting her in half.
“Yo, this bitch is doing shit, kid,” Lil’ Long said as he thrust.
“I wuz trying to tell ya, nig,” Vulcha yelled with his penis snug between sweaty breasts.
“Ah, yessss, bitch do ya thang,” Lil’ Long screamed. He slapped her ass, thrusting faster and faster. He slowed down, and then began hissing.
“Yssst... yssst... Ah, yes-s-s.”
He withdrew and leaned against the Navigator, panting. Vulcha, who used an extra-large condom to sheath his member, thrust into the girl immediately. They rocked back and forth, each body movement in support of the other, Vulcha holding on to her mountainous breasts to balance himself.
Lil’ Long rested against the SUV, smoking and enjoying the show. As he puffed on his cigarette, he noticed through the smoke cloud other eyes watching the scene. The eyes belonged to the people who were stuck on the highway earlier.
Lil’ Long smiled then he hollered: “Hey, yo big man. You wanna come get some o’ this shit?” He chuckled. “Bring ya bitch too, kid.”
This was the park where Danielle and Cory came to escape his father. Now they were discovered, caught in the act. Cory started the car and hit the accelerator. They raced to the street. Then Cory switched on the lights and considered a new side of Danielle. She had definitely been turned on watching the orgy. Her hand had drifted over and
grasped his swelling member. She seemed to be in a trance-like state; her gaze fixed on the dance in the park. She jerked hungrily to the rhythm of the movements. Damn she had some big breasts. Cory’s thoughts were rattled.
“What’re you so busy thinking ‘bout?” Danielle asked and nudged Cory with her elbow. He reached over and drew her closer.
“Just busy thinking ‘bout doing ya, baby.”
“Yeah, sure,” she said, hugging him.
“They were really fucking da shit outta her,” Danielle said.
Her words broke Cory’s concentration, causing the car to swerve out of control.
“Hey, hey, chill,” Cory said, regaining control of himself and the vehicle. He saw the woman’s breasts and buttocks in his imagination and he felt nothing but lust.
At the park, Vulcha rested on his hands on the grass. His body seemed suspended by the huge appendage to the dark inner crevice between her thighs. She rocked back and forth, kneading her own breasts. Vulcha sprung from the grass. His force thrust her forward. She toppled in front of him, but recovered immediately, spinning around like a cat. Kamilla arched her back. She was on all fours. Vulcha rammed her from behind.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” she grunted.
“Yesss bitch, gimme that shit,” he exalted, riding his charge. She wiggled and screamed. Vulcha held on as long as he could, then he exploded loud and hard.
“Agh, agh, Aaahhhh.”
Lil’ Long applauded. “I thought you were gonna kill da bitch, kid. Yo, you better ease up off that coke shit, ha!”
He continued to laugh at Vulcha, sprawled, out of breath, on the grass. Kamilla got to her feet. She put her long coat on over her bikinis, buttoned it, then walked over to Lil’ Long and grabbed his crotch.
“No, no. Just suck me off.”
He thrust a hundred-dollar bill in her coat pocket. Quickly, she was on her knees and his hard dick disappeared in her mouth. He lay back against the Navigator and watched her head bob. Vulcha was still on the ground. Lil’ Long’s eyes rolled upward as his head tilted back, seduced by the pleasures her mouth gave him.
He saw the dark clouds of night mesh with the bright-tinted clouds of dawn. The sun’s rays welcomed the early morning. Lil’ Long’s dick slid easily in and out of Kamilla’s rounded lips. I gotta get mines, kid, he thought, drifting into the depths of pleasure.
Loud bangs awoke them. Vulcha ran toward the Navigator, gun at the ready. Instinctively, he paused to check the source of the noise. Sanitation workers were throwing the park’s empty trash containers back in position. Patches of smoky clouds overtook the sunlight. These heavy clouds brought an overcast morning, which shielded the two in its shadow. Vulcha stuck the weapon in his belt.
“Da bitch is out, sun?” Vulcha.
“She hit me off lovely, kid, and stepped. Dogs, let’s go eat and then drop me at my rest,” Lil’ Long suggested.
“Yeah, yeah, some food sounds lovely. Let’s do that.”
“Now you awake, huh?”
“Yo, I wuz lying there like, ‘what da fuck,’” Vulcha said, getting in the SUV and cranking the engine. The vehicle hurtled forward at breakneck speed, flinging both driver and passenger forward. Lil’ Long braced his arms against the dashboard.
“That bitch really fucked da dog-shit outta you, dogs. Let me buckle up for safety.” Lil’ Long checked to see if Vulcha was all right. Vulcha gripped the steering wheel tightly.
“It’s da fucking gas pedal. I’m telling you.”
“Yeah, muthafucka. It’s always this or that. It’s never your muthafucking non-driving ass.”
“Nah, Nah.”
“Nah, nah what, muthafucka? Just admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“That your ass is a no-driving son of a bitch, that’s all.” Lil’ Long thought of softening this with a smile, but changed his mind. Instead, he sniffed the cocaine he had lifted from Kamilla. He handed the foil to Vulcha.
“Hit some more of this shit. It might wake your sleepy ass up. Help you navigate, get you right. Know wha’ I’m saying?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, nigga.” Vulcha replied. He vacuumed the foil with two quick sniffs.
“Damn, kid, I would’ve bought your ass some mo’ shit from da club if I knew you were fiending,” Lil’ Long said as Vulcha licked the inside of the foil.
“Yo, that bitch wuz bad for a muthafuck,” Vulcha reflected. He pulled up in front of an all night cafe and they got out. Lil’ Long reached up with both arms, as if trying to touch the darkening sky. There were no more rays peeking to make things bright. The two struggled to the entrance of the cafe, dragging along like the dark sky of the night seeking to cover the earth. The fading moon had lost the battle.
EIGHT
They walked into the dimly lit place and sat at the table with a shaded lamp above it.
“I must see what I’m putting in my mouth, dogs.” Lil’ Long plopped against the wall. “Ya alright man? You look kinda drunk, like you leaning too much or sump’n.” Vulcha said.
“Chill, I ain’t drunk, kid. Fucking seat is too low.”
“Now you wanna blame it on da chair?” Vulcha asked.
“Whatcha trying to say, nigga?” Lil’ Long did not enjoy the way the joke was working. The tension broke when the waitress came for their orders.
“What can I get for you this morning, gentlemen?” She asked.
“Pancakes, cheese omelet with toast twice. Sausage for me. Bacon for my man,” Lil’ Long said.
“Anything else, gentlemen?”
“Yeah, juice,” Vulcha said greedily.
“Yeah, yeah but I want a hot chocolate wid whipped cream,” Lil’ Long added hungrily eyeing a passing tray heaped with food.
“Is that it?” The waitress asked already on her way.
“Oh yeah. That’s all,” Vulcha said. “For now,” he called back to her.
“Oh shit!” Lil’ Long exclaimed.
“Whazzup, nig?” Vulcha asked.
“Yee -ow,” Lil’ Long chuckled. “I’m either seeing things, or that’s da bitch from back at da park standing over there.” He pointed to a waitress six tables away.
“Nah, that couldn’t possibly be her, man. We fucked da dog-shit outta da bitch. That bitch is at her rest, sleeping. Recovering from that train ordeal, nigga.” Vulcha was trying to convince himself, as well.
“I’m telling you, it’s that same bitch. Look at her ass, kid. That’s da bitch!”
“Nah, nah. Lemme see her tits when she turns around. I’m telling...” Vulcha’s voice trailed off as the waitress faced them, and then turned away.
“I should’ve bet your ass,” Lil’ Long said. “Yo, I never forget a good ass.”
“I’m saying, dog. I fucked da hell outta that bitch. I’m sitting here, tired like a mutha and da bitch is walking around, taking orders. I’m telling you, I need couple women like that, word is bond,” Vulcha said. Lil’ Long stared at him, half amazed. He did-n’t know what to think.
“You whipped, kid?” Lil’ Long asked. “Must have been. I ain’t never heard your ass say shit like that. It’s always, ‘fuck a bitch. Dog a bitch, cuz a bitch ain’t shit’... huh?”
The hot chocolate arrived.
“Hey, yo, waitress. You know da name of da big ass...I mean nice looking black lady over by that table?” Lil’ Long pointed.
“Oh, that’s Kamilla.” The waitress briskly walked away.
“Ahight, bust your pimpin’ on her, kid.”
“I don’t wanna rap to her. I wanna bitch like her,” Vulcha said.
“Sun, how are you gonna git at da bitch if you don’t have a rap? Whatcha gonna do? Hit her over da head wid a fuckin’ club? Then capture her and drag her back to your rest?” Lil’ Long laughed at Vulcha’s dilemma.
The food arrived and they attacked it. Kamilla passed by during their feast. Lil’ Long passed her a napkin on which he’d written Vulcha’s beeper number. She unfolded the napkin and read it. Kamilla turned and looked at Vulcha, then
addressed Lil’ Long.
“My man would be very upset if he knew I had your number. You know where to find me,” she said, and turned to walk away. Lil’ Long reached for her. She easily evaded him.
“No touchy-feely in this establishment,” she said. “Are you enjoying your meals?” Kamilla refolded the napkin, slipped it into a pocket and undulated away.
“Damn!” Lil’ Long exclaimed. “Sure wouldn’t mind some sloppy seconds of that, kid.”
“Yeah right, nigga. You were about to grab da bitch when your rap was failing, huh?”
“Pay da tab so we could be out,” Lil’ Long said.
“Yeah, before you get charged for assault.”
They paid the cashier and trudged to the Navigator. Vulcha lit a cigarette and started the engine. Lil’ Long sat back, relaxed and slightly exhausted.
“Yo, we caught two bodies, kid. One was for free,” Lil’ Long said.
“Smoked that bitch, hmmm? She was in da wrong place at da right time,” Vulcha said.
“Word,” Lil’ Long said. “If she hadn’t come along...Know wha’ I’m saying? We would’ve had to do shit different. Maybe it would’ve been a lil’ difficult.”
“Fuck that. That nigga was so soft for a mo’,” Vulcha said.
“No question. We would’ve caught up to him, anyway. They just got a body for free, that’s all.” Lil’ Long’s outstretched hand collided with Vulcha’s in a hard shake. The vehicle lurched forward. “Aw, shit. Learn to drive, muthafucka.”
The SUV settled. Lil’ Long reached into the backseat for his blue-tinted, gold framed Polo shades.
“They wanted that muthafucka dead, kid. Offered ten G’s straight up. It’s all good, man.”
“Well, they asses came to da right spot. 1-800-YOU-DEAD. Bang!” shouted Vulcha. He shot an imaginary pistol at the windshield. “You’re history, drug dealer.”
Lil’ Long’s head lay back on his seat, his mouth open, snoring loudly.
When they arrived at Lil’ Long’s destination, he got out and staggered to the front of the car. Vulcha hit the horn and the gas simultaneously. The car lurched forward, barely missing Lil’ Long before the brakes took hold.
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