The audience cheered.
The Queen, wearing a pink lace and sequined bustier and pink leather pants that showcased her diamond-studded belly button and tattoos, stood, turned around, and slapped her ass with her left hand, making her wedding ring sparkle in the hazy purple light.
As the audience roared, Ping and Pong stood in ninja black behind her, scanning every direction.
Knight noticed that Rip Masta was turning his whole body at an unnatural angle to look at The Queen.
Keep an eye on Rip Masta, intuition warned. Somethin’ ain’t right with him and his crew.
The gangsta rappers filled the box next to Sexarella and the one directly across from The Queen. Knight also didn’t like that they’d sported saggy jeans with denim jackets and baseball caps to the wedding. They needed to show some respect.
Next to them, all wearing suits, sat Red Moreno and his brothers, plus B-Boy and Birdie in another private balcony box. Nearby, Raynard “Dickman” Ingalls sat with two chicks on his lap beside Shar Miller and Leroy Lewis. Dickman was about to get excused to answer some questions, but that muthafucka didn’t know it yet.
Knight smiled up at The Queen, who moved in sultry slow motion as she puckered, and blew him a kiss.
“That’s love, y’all,” Sexarella shouted, rousing a whole new cheer from the audience, especially the women.
“Wooo-weeeel!” Jamal exclaimed with a deep, sexual tone. “Sorry, y’all, you gon’ miss the real Games tonight when he an’ his bride make it official.”
The men barked in unison.
“Wait up,” Jamal said, “do any o’ y’all who was at the weddin’ know ain’t no party ’til some shit go down, right?”
The barking men imitated the siren sound.
Knight kept a poker face as those tiny needles of pain surged once more around his pounding heart.
“We outlaws.” Jamal grinned at Knight. “So we gotta set the mood, you know. Show we got some juice if a muthafucka try to show out up in here.”
People in the audience screamed.
“Yeeee-ah!” Jamal boomed. “Now, let’s get this party started wit’ the Prettiest Titties contest.”
The audience hooped and hollered as thirty women strutted onto the stage. Standing midway between the blue block letters and the beds, they wore thong bikinis and high-heeled sandals in every color. And each had a small sign on her thigh with a black number and team name. Honey stood with them; she was not a Slut, but as Babylon staff, she had the option of joining the team.
Knight bellowed into the microphone, “Behold the prettiest titties in Babylon from coast to coast!”
Jamal read from a list, announcing the women’s names, their home cities, and the enterprises they represented, including teams sponsored by Babylon, Moreno Incorporated, Question Marx Entertainment, Rip Masta, Thuggalicious, Mob Squad Movies, a group of pro-ballers called Slam Dunk, and Emcee Sexarella.
Jamal announced, “Now our distinguished panel of judges will score these titty queens based on size, shape, firmness, nipples, symmetry, and naturalness.”
Knight loved looking at this buffet of female fruits. They were all perfect in their own right; something for every man’s taste.
Having sampled every variety and flavor in the fresh market of human temptation, Knight now craved only one flavor. And she was sitting safely up in the balcony, laughing with CoCo as they ogled the contestants. Next to them, Mrs. Marx was sitting on Larry’s lap, grinding and presumably, fucking already.
In the next balcony, Moreno and company were watching intently, as were Shar Miller and Leroy Lewis. But Dickman was being escorted out by the B’Amazons for an intensive Q&A about Li’l Tut’s whereabouts.
Knight caught Rip Masta’s sneaky glance. Something was definitely not right with that cat. Knight looked at his watch, to which he had affixed his phone so that he could discreetly check for text messages on stage. The screen showed only the time and the symbols for a charged battery and satellite function. No word yet from Big Moe about Li’l Tut. Knight used his right hand to type a text message into his phone, strapped to his left wrist, to tell Ping to keep an eye on that muthafucka, Rip Masta. Then he looked once more at The Queen.
She pulled her titties out and rubbed seductive circles over her cinnamon-colored nipples. Then she smiled at him playfully and returned her breasts to her bustier.
Shane threatened to raise the front of his pleated pants. He craved the magical moment, in a few hours, when they would make love and consummate this marriage made in the hedonistic Babylon.
As The Queen focused on the contestants, so did Knight.
What was it about a woman’s breasts that made a man lose his mind? Knight loved the squishy-soft, yet warm, firm sensation of The Queen’s juicy C-cups. He loved to bury his face in that flawless, creamy skin, breathe in her clean, feminine scent, and lock his lips to the gentle curve on the underside of her breasts.
Jamal announced each woman’s name, who then stepped forward.
“This here is Zena Drake of Team Thuggalicious.”
The audience went crazy.
Knight glanced up at The Queen. A smile raised the corners of his mouth.
Her eyes glowed with lust as she studied the beauties on stage, including her favorite girl, Honey. She and CoCo were whispering, pointing to the contestants, smiling.
Knight’s phone vibrated. A text message flashed, Got him. Knight nodded to Jamal then slipped backstage.
This time, the king was going to get his hands dirty, to make sure the job was done right.
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It would be an inevitable and unfortunate chain of events Red Moreno mused as he watched the luscious breasts on stage, when the Johnson brothers would finally meet their fate. Soon they would be resting right alongside their despicable brother, Prince. Tonight I will wipe them off the screen so that I may single-handedly rule this underworld by adding it to my global empire.
Babylon was too large and successful for any black man to own. Moreno had simply gone along with that bogus deal led by that misguided, mixed-up Cleopatra wannabe so that he could legitimately get inside the same building with both brothers at once.
Red glanced at his two brothers as Babylon whores performed fellatio on them. Together they were an international phenomenon. He thought of the Johnson brothers starting with Prince, then Knight, then Duke, always a thorn in the side of Moreno Enterprises, when it came to the lucrative market of inner city Detroit.
Finally, Red would savor the delight of wiping the remaining two Johnsons off the map. Now, the true showdown would occur, and neither Duke nor Knight would have a chance.
I’ll make off with all the money. And Cleopatra will make me a fortune as the exotic superstar in one of my pleasure penthouses in Beijing.
Her half-black beauty and theatrical style would gather thousands from the businessmen who traveled to the sleek city every day from around the world. Plus Red would get to savor her succulence whenever he wanted.
Now, his body tingled from the head he was getting from a black chick he’d picked up in the lobby. In his mind, though, he was fast-forwarding to the moment when Cleopatra would be sucking his schlong. She’d have nobody to protect her, and her survival would depend on following the orders of her captors. Just like she’d done, according to B-Boy’s account of her life over the past year, when Duke kidnapped her into his urban hell. She’d gone from rich and white to black and poor.
Now she’d go from ghetto fabulous to global fast-lane, courtesy of Red Moreno.
B-Boy had told him all about her real background. By getting her out of the country and relieving her of that federal fugitive status, he’d be doing her a favor. And with his connections, getting past authorities and customs and any other government pests would be done faster than anyone could say, “Kidnapping.”
In a short while, Moreno’s battalion would be moving in on boats, in trucks, and on foot to bring this building called The Playhouse under siege.
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The Queen thought she’d seen it all, but the way those girls were competing in the Craziest Pussy Tricks event was straight-up mind-blowing. Especially that chick on the Mob Squad Movies team, who was chewing gum and blowing big pink bubbles with her pussy!
“How did she do that?” The Queen gasped.
“She a nasty freak!” CoCo exclaimed playfully, mesmerized by the close-up shots of that bubble-blowing bitch on the two giant video screens on the upper left and upper right of the stage. “She got the smokin’ chick beat hands down.”
So far they’d watched Sexarella’s girl smoke a cigarette with her twat. A Slam Dunk chick had shot marbles out of her cunt, which she aimed at a hole in the center of a target and made every shot! And a Moreno contestant had made herself orgasm by rubbing her clit with her fingers before squirting cum twelve feet across the stage!
If this shit weren’t so wild and crazy, The Queen would have been out of her mind with worry over where the fuck Knight had disappeared to. She knew he and his boys were searching for Duke, and that security was of utmost concern tonight, especially after that crazy shooting at the wedding after the alarm had gone off.
Plus she got the feeling that a whole lot more than she knew was going down right now, and it was about to break wide open in a few hours. Her telepathic love connection with Knight told her so. Along with the very worrisome vibe that something was still terribly wrong with his health. And the stress of this evening could knock him out cold. Or worse.
“Hey, girl,” CoCo said, putting her arm around The Queen, “Knight don’t eva lose so take a deep breath an’ enjoy this crazy shit.” CoCo pointed to the stage, where a bright green snake was slithering out of a girl’s pussy and onto the black-skin of her thigh.
I hope you’re right CoCo. With all the craziness going on, The Queen just sat there and wondered what in the world would come next.
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Knight drew one of his four guns before easing open the door to the Champagne Room. That’s where, according to Big Moe’s second text message, they were holding Li’l Tut with Dickman.
Now, in the silent room, Big Moe sat on the end of the white couch, his eyes wide open, staring forward. Facing him in the plush, cube-shaped chairs, sat two Barriors and two others knelt with their faces touching the carpet.
And they were all dead.
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The intense pain of his cheek and his dick riled Duke into a rabid state of mind. He was on a rampage, and he’d kill and destroy anything in his way. Whether that was Knight or Duchess or anybody else.
I’m gonna take the money then storm the stage and reclaim what’s mine. And I got some lead for any muthafucka who try to stop me.
Duke charged down the hallway on the third floor. He had to get to the vault before Knight tried any tricks to move the money collected as admissions, bets, and prizes for The Games. Those millions would be a good start.
Later on, Duke would hack into the computer system to access the millions that were his for the taking.
“Man, you shoulda let me stay up there,” Duke said as Dickman hurried alongside him. “Coulda knocked off Knight, put that worry outta our minds.”
“No time fo’ that, dude,” Dickman said. “You already done let a bitch take yo’ gun an’ jack yo’ ass today, so I know you ain’t right tonight. Let me han’le the security detail.”
Duke spun around and knocked Dickman’s leather cap off. “Muthafucka, this my world! You call me Massa.”
“I’ll call you crazy, nigga!”
Duke glared back at his boy. The rage pumping through his thin limbs numbed the pain in his cheek and his dick.
Here I go again. A hot-headed muthafucka who can’t control himself long enough to claim my fortune.
Duke imagined Knight walking up on them during their temper tantrum in the hallway and popping both their stupid asses. Duke spun on his heel and ran toward the vault with Dickman following.
Duke had already called Shar and Leroy to mobilize their crew to physically get the cash. Fuck Moreno. Duke had only gone through the motions of including him to get a feel for what that international gangster wanted.
E’rythang. And he’s gettin’ nothin’.
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As Knight text messaged Ping and Pong about what was going down, so that they’d body-block The Queen at all times, his mind spun with options. He could sound the alarm and put the whole building on lockdown; he could get The Queen and leave now, then flee to the safety of a new life with the millions they already had in his overseas accounts; or he could hunt down Li’l Tut, take him down his damn self, then execute Manifest Destiny the way he’d planned.
Yeah, that’s it.
So what if his chest ached? So what if he was breathing hard? So what if intuition was telling him that he should be worried about much more than Li’l Tut trying to show out tonight? It was time to fight to the death, defy it, and Houdini the hell outta here.
No way in hell was this black warrior going to punk out and run from his own kingdom, until he decided the time was right.
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Baby Blue knew she would be named Sexiest Slut. Didn’t matter that she didn’t want dick anymore. Didn’t matter that she was about to become part of Shar Miller’s harem out in Las Vegas. Baby Blue knew she had the stuff to impress these judges right now. Starting with her sexiest walk. She had modeled it after her mother’s naturally seductive strut.
Yeah, like this, with my ass pooted out, my toes pointed in, and a slow-motion roll with every step.
The audience exploded.
“Do yo’ thang, Double D!” a dude shouted from the front row.
The Queen smiled.
The mesmerizing power of the walk, Baby Blue knew too, was also in the way she worked her face. The way she radiated sex power from her eyes and her glossed, pouty lips. And the way she projected laser beams of attitude that brainwashed and seduced everyone within a mile radius to believe, Baby Blue is the sexiest bitch around.
Didn’t even matter that she was wearing that skimpy blue leather bikini that Reba had bought her; Baby Blue could’ve worked this magic in a gray sweatsuit.
I just got it like that.
As she strutted through the ankle-deep mist on the stage, Baby Blue caught glimpses of her audience that affirmed she would win.
On top of that, all the judges were staring up, wide-eyed, like they wanted to jump the stage, tackle her onto one of those giant beds, and lick her up, down, and sideways.
Most important, Baby Blue was loving herself. She wasn’t doing this to impress anybody else; she was doing this to celebrate herself. She was ready to retire from Babylon and she wanted to go out knowing she’d done good for herself. She’d been saving her money all these years, and winning the half a million dollars would bolster her savings to create a security blanket in case things didn’t work out when she lived the glamorous life with Shar Miller in Vegas.
Right now, Baby Blue knew she had all those other gorgeous women beat, “booty down.” Because it wasn’t about the big hair or the lip gloss or the perfect titties or the pierced bellybuttons.
Sexiness is all about attitude and confidence. An’I got boat loads of both!
Reba once had it too, but all her evil gold-digging finally caught up with her in the worst way, falling out blood-covered and dead at a wedding! Not just any wedding, but the most important wedding Babylon had ever seen.
Reba had been plotting with Duke so he’d marry her, but fate had just fucked her up the ass on this one.
Baby Blue cast a sexy smile at the roaring audience. She pivoted on a sparkly blue stiletto sandal, poked her juicy ass out toward the judges, wound it just enough, then strutted back to her spot with the other contestants, knowing she was the Sexiest Slut in Babylon and beyond.
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CoCo was about to cum on herself.
Because the whole stage was covered with cocks.
She couldn’t remember the last time she was this turned on. It was like her pussy was a faucet, soaking her whole crotch in hot water, making a puddle inside the pink leather dress she’d worn to the wedding reception dinner.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jamal announced, “now it’s time for one of the most popular events here at The Games, the Most Perfect Dick contest!”
The audience roared.
CoCo and The Queen pulled out binoculars to check out close-ups of the twenty-five men standing nude on the stage.
“It’s time to announce the five finalists that the judges have chosen.” Jamal opened an envelope and called out the names and teams that each man represented.
CoCo wished she could lay spread-eagled on that big bed in the middle of the stage and let those five pull a train on her horny ass. It was just a fantasy, because no way was she going to jeopardize her spot as Jamal’s lady. Nope, someday soon she would follow in The Queen’s sexy footsteps and become a married woman. Maybe CoCo could even take over the daily operations of Babylon when The Queen started having babies.
Damn, Duke almost got me today.
Suddenly the shock of the day came crashing down on CoCo. She had killed two people today in self-defense to save herself and The Queen. How Reba had lived through two bullet wounds long enough to get upstairs to the roof and expire on the wedding aisle was still trippin’ her out. And how Duke had snuck into Babylon and bogarted into their suite was even more mind-blowing. It was a good thing CoCo had a gun stashed in the bathrobe pocket, just in case. Why she’d chosen the one with the silencer on it, she didn’t know, but if Duke had heard shots when she took out Reba and Antoine, he could’ve hurt The Queen.
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