“I’m not in the dope game, I take care of my business for a living…that’s what keeps me paid.”
This time Khalil smiled at the comment. He made his exit promising to get the receipt to Tyce by the next day. Tyce and Sway watched him as he jogged out the park disappearing around the corner before they got up and prepared to leave. Tyce eyed Sway carefully as they left the park walking side by side.
“Why ya eyes so red? Were up late or somethin’?” “My shit red?” Sway rubbed them.
“Yeah, it looks like you rolled em around in ketchup. “I jus’ need to get some sleep that’s all.” “Alright…well we got work to do, so get all the rest you need.”
You And I
Angelique fastened the strap on her heels and stood up to inspect herself in the full-length mirror. She was satisfied with the woman she saw looking back at her. The dress was short, the heels were tall, the hair was shining, and the booty was looking like a backwards C attached to her body. Perfect.
As she sprayed gold speckled body mist on her neck and extra long legs her phone started buzzing on her bed. She floated across her room, grabbed the phone, and sat on the bed to talk.
“Hey you, I was jus’ about to call you.” She answered.
“Oh really, look who’s the late one now.” Sway said sarcastically.
“I know I know; I had to get dressed.”
“Well…I’ll let you pass this time, but next time I won’t be so nice.”
Angelique chuckled, “You could never be mean to me marine, you like me too much.”
“Yeah but don’t push your luck, I jus’ left the park and now you got me waiting for you at your club lookin’ all stood up and shit.”
“Be patient, I’m leavin’ now…see you in a bit.”
“Alright.”
Angelique stood up, rushed to the mirror to apply her lipstick blowing herself a kiss in the process. After flirting with herself, she scurried to the door, opened it and was shocked to see Dallas standing there. She was casually eating a pear and not attempting to move.
“Oh shit Dallas, you scared the shit outta me! Why are you standin’ there?”
“Where you goin’ babe?” Dallas took a bite of
the juicy fruit.
Angelique stepped back a little, “I’m goin’ shoppin’ to pick up a few things.”
“Ok Ms. Solo, why didn’t you invite me?”
“Girl please, you know you hate grocery shoppin’ with a passion, so I didn’t think you’d wanna go.”
“I woulda went if you woulda offered…I like you more than I dislike the grocery store…but go ahead without me. Oh can you pick up some more pears, this is the last one.”
Angelique kissed her on the lips, “No problem.” “Will you be home in time to have dinner with me and Tyce?”
“I should be; it won’t take me that long to shop and run a few errands.”
“Ok, well I guess I’ll see you later then, oh, can you also grab some Cool Ranch Doritos?”
Angelique sighed, “Yesss Dallas.”
“I told ya you shoulda asked me to go; don’t get all testy with me.” Dallas rolled her eyes slightly.
“I’m not getting’ testy, it’s not a problem to grab a few extra things.”
“Ok, thank you babe.”
“You’re welcome sweetie.”
Dallas finally let her pass and watched her trot up the hallway and down the stairs. She heard the front door close so she decided to look out her bedroom window to get a view of the circular driveway. Dallas continued to munch her pear while she watched Angelique jump into her car and speed off.
“The grocery store my ass.” She said with her mouth full. “Last time I checked Sway didn’t sack groceries or push buggies.”
Customer
Armando walked along the beach enjoying the subtle waves slapping against the shore. Seagulls swooped and dove all around the beach looking for an early morning meal. Several women were jogging in the sand while a few men enjoyed the view of their bouncing titties and asses. Armando spoke to a young blond beauty as she ran passed him before taking out his cell phone from the pocket of his linen shorts. The phone started ringing, letting him know he had a text message. When he opened the message, he laughed as he read it. It was a solicitation for attractive mail order Hispanic brides, he couldn’t help but laugh at the ad, it featured young half dressed Mexican girls. They appeared to be underage. “Fuckin’ perverts.” He commented before erasing the spam message. Armando returned to the task at hand, dialing the number he originally intended to. As he placed the call he stared at the sail boats bobbing in the distance, the tone sounded in his ear three times before she answered.
“This is Pamela Adkins, how may I help you?”
“Yes, is this the private investigator service?”
“Yes it is.”
“Good good, well I’m calling because I need your help.”
“Ok, well what is the nature of your situation?” Armando kicked the sand a little with his toes, “It’s my wife, I think she is cheating on me. Her behavior has been very strange lately and she goes missing for hours at a time. I haven’t spoken to her since yesterday…I think she’s with someone else.”
“Well how do you know she isn’t in any danger, she could honestly just be missing.”
“No, I called her office and she did come to work today but she left early…Ms. Adkins I need to know what she’s up to…can you help me?”
“Well Mr….”
“Santos.” Armando answered quickly.
“Well Mr. Santos why don’t we meet Wednesday at two, I assume you don’t want to risk your wife seeing me so why don’t you come to my office.” Armando smiled, “That sounds perfect, is there anything I should bring with me?”
“A recent picture and basic information would be helpful. Make and model of her car, place of employment, favorite hangouts, stuff like that.” “Ok, I can do that.” Armando responded kindly. “Do you need my address?”
“No, I see it on your business card.”
“Ok, great, then I’ll see you Wednesday Mr. Santos…I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too, see you in a few days.”
Armando hung up the phone and resumed his morning stroll on the beach. He put the card back in his pocket and smiled to himself…he was be one-step closer to putting Tyce in the grave and ending this whole ridiculous charade.
Turn Up The Heat
“Where’s Angelique?”
I asked Dallas as I opened the fridge to get something to drink. It was nine o’clock at night and she wasn’t home. “I don’t know where she is, you want me to call her?” Dallas leaned against the counter.
“Naw, I’ll text her in a minute.” I took a drink of my bottled water.
Dallas cleared her throat as she walked over to me. She grabbed the bottle and took a swig before she opened her mouth.
“I don’t get it.” She started.
“Get what?”
Dallas sighed, “I don’t get how Angelique could jus’ run up down the streets with all this shit goin’ on. You have enough to worry about without her comin’ up missin’ all the time.”
I licked my lips and grinned at her. “Let’s go get somethin’ to eat.”
Dallas looked confused, “Did you jus’ hear me?”
“Of course I did, but let’s not talk about Angelique…I wanna know if you will have dinner with me?”
Dallas put the water bottle on the table and put her hands on her hips, “You don’t care that she constantly comes up missing, is always at her club all times of night, and doesn’t seem to have time for you or me?”
I sighed heavily, “I trust her…and I’m hungry.
My girlfriend stood before me in an awkward position, should she press the issue or drop it and just enjoy our alone time. Her womanly experience kicked in as she remembered the worst thing she could do was reject a sincere offer. I just wanted to be alone with her and I really was starving.
Dallas put her ar
ms around my neck running her hands down the back of my head.
“Ok, let’s forget I even brought it up.” She kissed my lips lightly, “Where ever you wanna go is fine with me as long as it’s not Indian food cuz that mess gives me heartburn!”
I laughed a little, “How about Chinese?”
“Perfect.” Dallas smiled widely.
An hour later, we were in the parking lot of one of the best Chinese restaurants in the city. On the way there, I called and reserved a table for two in a private section reserved for celebrities and such. If you had five hundred dollars to spend, in their eyes you were a celebrity. That is the price for a private Asian style meal in Los Angeles. Shit, when I was growing up five hundred dollars would have me eating for six months…how times have changed.
Dallas looked especially inviting wearing a short red skirt with red fish net stockings and a black snug fitting blouse. Her hair was flowing with soft curls while her eyes came to life with colorful maroon eye shadow accents.
When we walked into the building, all eyes were on us as we were escorted to the back room. I was dressed in black and red also…we matched perfectly…we looked like a happy stylish couple.
Our hostess lead the way to our dining area, “Please have a seat, your waiter will be with you shortly.”
“Thanks man.” We sat down in our designated seats.
We looked at each other for what seemed like hours before we were politely interrupted by our waitress.
“Hi, I’m Kayla, and I’ll be taking care of you. What will you two be drinking tonight?”
“We’ll have a bottle of your finest white wine and some bottled water with a side of lime wedges.” I told the young lady.”
“Very well, and can I start your meal with any appetizers?”
Dallas’s eyes lit up, “Oooo, I’ll have the avocado veggie spring rolls.”
“That’s an excellent choice, I’ll be right back with your wine, water, and I’ll put your appetizer order in right away. Here are some menus for you to look over, take your time making your selections but know that everything is absolutely delicious.” “Thank you Kayla.” I said looking up at her.
She walked away briskly closing the glass door behind her. The room had about four small circular tables and oriental style decorations along the walls and ceiling. Small rectangle windows allowed a view of the main dining area, which was packed even though it was after ten at night.
I lowered my eyes and smiled at my date. “Take off your stockings.”
“Excuse me.” Dallas cocked her head to the side.
“I said, take off your stockings.”
Dallas flashed a wicked grin as she caught on to my program. She stood up from her chair and proceeded to wiggle out of her crimson fishnets. Dallas stepped out of her heels and slid the stockings over her feet, balled them up and tossed them on the white tablecloth.
“Come here.” I pushed my chair back to give her some room.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my black slacks freeing my dick from darkness. I wasn’t wearing any underwear because you never know when something might jump off…a man must always be prepared for pussy. It immediately sprung up like a player sitting on a bench that was just put in the game.
“I see somebody’s hungry.” Dallas winked.
I looked down, “He wants to know if you’re on the menu?”
“Always baby…always.”
Dallas came to me, swung her leg over my thigh, and took a seat on my waiting lap. She didn’t waste any time as she slid my stiff cock into her slippery canal. She exhaled deeply as her walls gripped the new occupant. Her rhythm was slow at first but her hips quickly sped up as she began riding me. I looked to the right and seen happy customers enjoying their dinner. They were having casual conversation while I was having casual sex.
“Damn this kinda shit turns me on!” Dallas grabbed my face kissing me hard.
“Me too baby!”
I pulled her mini skirt up a little higher and held her gyrating booty in my hands, helping her fuck me. We bumped pelvises at a rapid pace; Dallas unbuttoned her shirt, pulled her left breast out of the bra and fed it to me. I sucked on her nipple like a pacifier, nibbling on it tenderly with my front teeth. Dallas began to bounce on me and at the same time, she started to pant breathlessly.
“Fuck baby! Huh huh huh huhhh! Ooooo!”
“Your shit is slick and tight.” I bit her nipple harder this time.
With all the passion going on I almost forgot about Kayla. She walked in on us and stopped in her tracks holding a tray full of wine and crystal clear bottled water with fresh limes.
“Ummm ummm what ahhhh.” She stammered.
“Ahhh jus’ put it on the table sweetie.” I looked over at her giving a reassuring smile.
“Ummm ok, well ahhh were you, I mean you look like you could use a minute to yourselves. Ummm, I could come back and ahhh, I mean.”
Dallas stopped bouncing and moved her hips in a slow grinding motion. She eyed Kayla seductively never stopping her sexual movements for one second. Kayla hesitantly approached us placing the water and wine on the table; she looked flustered yet surprisingly intrigued with the whole scene.
“Kayla.” I snatched her gaze away from Dallas’s left breast. “Can you bring the avocado veggie spring rolls out…I’m real hungry.”
Her eyes widened, “Ummm sure, yes yes, right away.”
“Thank you sweetie.”
“You’re welcome.” She looked at Dallas and then me. I could see a hint of interest in her light brown eyes.
As she hastily left the private room, Dallas and I continued our sexual escapade without pause until I filled her cup up with my own juice. Dallas grinded to a halt and remained in her seat gazing into my eyes lovingly.
“You are the sexiest, most intriguing, dangerously ambitious man I’ve ever met; and I love every exciting fuckin’ ounce of you.”
I kissed her lips gently, “I love you too.”
“She need to hurry up with them spring rolls, you gotta bitch all hungry in shit.” She smacked her lips.
We both shared a laugh at that truthful comment. Dallas stood to her feet and looked under her skirt.
“Damn Tyce, you’re running all down my thigh in shit. I need to go to ladies room to wipe some of your cum away.”
I looked at the inside of her leg; I witnessed the cream colored fluid change into a clear liquid as it traveled south toward her knee.
“Damn my fault.” I apologized jokingly.
When she returned from the restroom a few minutes later, a plate of steaming hot spring rolls were waiting for her. I didn’t touch a single one; instead I just stared at them while she was in the restroom. That was a little difficult to do considering how hungry I was but I wanted to wait and eat with Dallas.
We had an excellent two-hour meal with conversation that included everything from movies to the top five beaches in the world. We exited the room with our sexual and natural appetites fulfilled. As we made our way out of the restaurant, I spotted a familiar face coming towards us.
“Hey handsome, good to see you again.”
“Hey Sabrina, how you doin’?”
She looked good in her second skin full-length black shimmery cat suit equipped with a thick ass belt to match. Her hair was gelled up with spiky tips and her makeup was flawless. I gave her a cordial hug and stepped back to introduce Dallas to my new friend.
“Sabrina this is my girlfriend Dallas, Dallas this is my friend Sabrina.”
Dallas looked her up and down, she asked herself, “Who is this chic…lookin’ like she bought her shoes from Unfamous Foot Wear.”
Sabrina extended her hand, “Nice to meet you.”
“Same here.” Dallas lied with a fake smile.
I felt the tension in the air as the awkward moment continued. I however was cool, calm and collected.
“I love your outfit girl.” Sabrina complemented.
“Thanks.” Dallas smiled weakly.
&nbs
p; “Tyce I’m mad at you!” Sabrina playfully slapped me on the arm.
“Now why would you be mad at me, I haven’t done anything to you.”
“Because of you I switched my brand of cigarettes and now you got me smoking these damn clove cigarettes all the time!” Sabrina pulled a pack of Djarums from her over sized purse.
Dallas’s eyes slanted…for a split second I could have sworn she was mixed with Asian.
“I told you they were the shit, that’s all I smoke. I don’t do weed or anything else, my guilty pleasure is clove flavored cigarettes.”
“Well, now that’s all I do.” Sabrina patted her breast with the pack in her hand.
Dallas jumped in the conversation, “Ok, so how do you know Tyce?”
Sabrina paused briefly, “We meet at a strip club a few nights ago.”
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