Shauntay smiled, leaned into him, and whispered into his ear, “You want to feel me, huh?” He nodded. “Not now, you haven’t eaten your meal yet,” she teased him, all the while grinding back and forth slowly.
“But I want to eat you,” Qwess pleaded.
“Hmmm, promises, promises.”
Shauntay slid from his lap and went to the kitchen. She came back with a bowl of sautéed shrimp over pasta, some breadsticks, and chopsticks. She placed the bowl on the table in front of him. Then, she walked around the back of his chair and whispered in his ear while at the same time blowing in it. “I want you to get comfortable,” she said before leaning over to take off his Coogi sweater. He was now bareback, except for his platinum chain.
Shauntay came back around and sat on Qwess’s lap, half facing him and half facing the table. She dipped the chopsticks into the bowl, spun them a couple of times, and came up with food. She slowly put the food in his mouth. As she was doing so, some of it fell onto his chest.
“Oops.” Shauntay giggled and bent to suck it off with her mouth.
“Ahhh,” Qwess moaned.
She then put the glass of wine to his mouth for him to drink, spilling some of that as well. She licked this off, too.
By the end of the meal, Qwess was rock hard. Shauntay could feel it. She was wet herself. In fact, you could wring her panties out like a dishrag at this point.
As she was getting up from the table, she conveniently dropped a chopstick. She pushed Qwess’s chair back from the table while still in front of him. She turned with her back facing him and bent way over to get the chopstick, exposing all of her business.
Qwess was so horny, he was ready to bust on himself, but Shauntay continued to play the game. She grabbed his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
“Word, that’s what I’m talking about,” Qwess mumbled. Shauntay looked over her left shoulder, smiling as she led him down the hallway to the bedroom.
The lights were low inside the bedroom, consistent with the rest of the house. Shauntay led him to the bathroom. As they walked past the back wall, which was mirrored from floor to ceiling, Qwess glanced at himself. There was nothing but pure glee on his face now where a mask of confusion had lived before. Before they went inside the bathroom, Shauntay began tugging at his pants.
“Sorry, mister, but we have a no-clothes rule in there,” she mocked.
“Oh, excuse me, miss.”
Qwess stepped out of his pants. Shauntay pointed at his boxer briefs. “Those too,” she instructed.
“Well, what about you?” he asked, stripping down to his birthday suit.
“I’m the help. The rules don’t apply to me.”
They went into the bathroom, where candles were burning at each of the four corners of the garden tub. Qwess could see the steam coming from the water. He also smelled Egyptian musk; apparently Shauntay had sprinkled some of the oil in the water. Last, he noted the fruit tray.
Qwess stepped into the tub and looked at Shauntay questioningly. She looked back at him, nodding her head. As soon as Qwess sat down in the water, she slowly removed her robe. Qwess’s eyes got big as he noticed the tattoo above her navel that read Qwess in pretty cursive script.
She returned his gaze and said, “It’s all about you, daddy. Anytime a man sees my navel, he’s reminded of whose this is.” She patted her crotch. “Now lay back and let me give you a massage.”
Qwess obeyed. Shauntay rubbed his shoulders and began feeding him fruit. First, she tasted a strawberry by sucking on it vigorously before putting in into Qwess mouth. Then she did the same thing with a slice of watermelon, all the while trying to mesmerize Qwess with her green eyes. It worked. Suddenly, Qwess couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of Shauntay’s erect nipples was too much. He snatched her into the water with him with a big splash.
“Ahh! You brute!” Shauntay screamed.
Qwess just laughed heartily. “Now let me feed you,” he said as he pulled her onto his lap. He only fed her two grapes before she straddled him face-forward. She pushed her thong to the side and let Qwess enter her. However, she wouldn’t let him move. She just slowly sat all the way down on Qwess’s penis, enveloping all of him into her.
“Ah, shit, baby,” Qwess moaned.
“Sssh, don’t move. Just feel me . . .” Shauntay hissed. She squeezed the inner muscles of her vagina, and Qwess closed his eyes in pure ecstasy. “Baby, look at me.”
Qwess did, and was at a loss for words. Her eyes were so enchanting with the light from the candle reflecting in them. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. He rubbed one of his hands through her hair. When it got stuck on the chopstick in her hair, he snatched the chopstick out, letting Shauntay’s hair fall down to the middle of her back, into the water. As Qwess tried to take control, Shauntay stopped him by pushing him back against the wall of the tub. She stood, dripping wet, nipples erect, and allowed him to drink her in.
“Let me please you, daddy. Let me take care of my man,” Shauntay pleaded. She stepped out of the tub, pulling Qwess’s hand with her.
As they walked into the front of the bedroom, Shauntay still had on her thong, and Qwess admired the way the string ran up into her cheeks, making her butt look like a split apple.
Damn, he thought. That’s a nice ass.
As they walked past the floor-to-ceiling mirrored wall again, Shauntay stopped directly in front of it with her back facing the mirror. Her eyes were on Qwess as she grabbed his penis in her hand. She felt it throbbing intensely. She stroked it a few times before dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth.
Qwess peered down at her, then to the mirror, where he could see her beautiful ass spread open like a flower. He looked down into her eyes as she sucked him off. As each stroke intensified, he couldn’t take it anymore. The scene was too much for him. Her beauty intensified by the ambient lighting, her warm mouth expertly moving on his penis, the erotic perfume in the air, coupled with the sweet scent emanating from her center . . . It was too much.
Qwess exploded into her mouth. Shauntay swallowed every single drop and continued sucking. Before long Qwess was hard again.
Shauntay stood up. She turned around with her back facing Qwess, looking directly into the mirror. Her eyes met with his eyes through the mirror, and she whispered softly, “Get you baby, tear this pussy up.”
Qwess bent Shauntay over, gripping each cheek in a hand, and buried his nine-inch cock deep into her warm, wet center. Shauntay cried out and shook uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm gripped her body. She was shaking so badly she could barely stand up. Qwess scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
On the bed, Shauntay wrapped her legs around Qwess’s waist as he plunged in and out of her, longstroking her with his love. He flipped her over on her stomach and sank deep inside her tightness. His gentle strokes became more and more powerful, until he was pounding her into the headboard viciously. He wrapped her long tresses around his hand and pumped furiously, grunting and growling like a wild animal. Suddenly, his thrusts sped up. He pumped into her like a rabbit on steroids until he exploded deep inside of her, painting her walls with his lust and angst.
Qwess collapsed onto Shauntay’s back, with his flaccid penis still lodged inside her.
“Damn, that was good!” Shauntay gushed. “I love you, daddy!” she cried out.
Qwess moaned in satisfaction, but he never returned her sentiment.
Later, as they lay in the afterglow of sex, Qwess vaguely informed Shauntay of the day’s events and what the upcoming weeks should hold. Shauntay informed Qwess that she had something to tell him, but it would have to wait until his birthday the following week. He playfully tried to extort information from her. She playfully eluded him. She straddled him, laying her head on his chest, where she fell asleep.
Qwess played in Shauntay’s hair, his mind moving a million miles a minute. Tomorrow was a big day.
Tomorrow he and Doe were going to see the kid, Flame.
&n
bsp; Chapter 7
The next morning Qwess woke up, took a shower, and made salaat. It had been a while since he did this, but he felt he needed guidance now more than ever. He had been off his deen for a while, but he still knew where his blessings came from.
Just as he completed his prayers, Shauntay woke up moaning in pain. He went to her side immediately, but she waved him off, told him it was just cramps. He got dressed and called Doe to let him know he was on his way. Before he left, he checked on Shauntay once again, kissed her, and left.
When he arrived at Doe’s house, he noticed a familiar car in the yard. Qwess shook his head and honked his horn. Doe ran out in a hurry as if Qwess had saved him from an uncomfortable situation.
“Yo, brother, you all right?” Qwess asked Doe as he got into the Benz. Qwess had a knowing smirk on his face.
“Yeah, I’m cool.”
“Shit, I can’t tell! You look like you escaping from prison,” Qwess joked, as he backed out into the street.
“You know how that is. Brother call for a booty call, and she wanna talk marriage.”
“Yeah, but y’all got history,” Qwess rationalized.
“Yeah, and her ass is history. I ain’t got time. I’m single, and I’m ready to enjoy life.”
“I hear that.”
“What’s up with Shauntay? She good?”
“Yeah, man, she did it up for me last night when I got in. After the day I had, I needed it.” Qwess sighed.
“Ole trusty Shauntay always been your ride-or-die from day one, huh?”
“Yeah, man, that she has,” Qwess replied, recalling how he and Shauntay had first met.
Shauntay was in Atlanta working at a travel agency, where she was director of sales. He had come in asking about special rates the agency could provide. Said he was an entertainer, and would be doing a lot of traveling. She had spotted him way before he saw her. He looked so cute, she’d thought back then. He was wearing slacks and a dress shirt. His three-sixty waves were spinning from where he’d obviously gotten a haircut. She was in the back entering data about a new client. When she came to the front, their eyes met. So much was said in that one instant. He asked her out then, but she declined, because she had just gotten out of a relationship. However, he was persistent. He told her he was from North Carolina and would be leaving soon . . . but that he’d be back for her. He sent her flowers every day until he left. When he did go back to North Carolina, he sent her roses.
Qwess finally broke her down, and she agreed to go on a date the next time he was in Atlanta. He was there two days later. They went out, and he was the perfect gentleman. They went to a comedy show. Though he was dressed conservatively, there still was an underlying street element in his demeanor. It wasn’t just his bottom row of diamond-encrusted teeth, either. It had more to do with the way he casually observed his surroundings at all times. Or the way people gravitated toward him. He had a commanding presence. Kind of like you sensed him when he walked into a room. You felt him way before you saw him. These traits were what made him irresistible to her, she’d confided later. She slept with him after only one week, though if he had tried the first night, she would have given in. They just clicked.
As he sold more records, he showered her with more lavish gifts. He eventually convinced her to take some time off from work. “When I want you by me, I want nothing in the way. I’ll take care of you,” he had told her. He had made good on his promise. She didn’t want for anything, except to hear him say he loved her. Years later, he never said it.
“You heard about Reece ass?” Qwess asked.
“Yeah, man,” Doe said. “I mean, how did this shit come about? Why niggas trying to wet him up now, though?”
Qwess looked away. “You know how it is out here in these streets,” he answered evasively. Doe was privy to a lot of things pertaining to the crew, but they drew the line on informing him of murders they committed. For one, they wanted to ensure he maintained plausible deniability. Two, murder was murder. No statute of limitations, automatic life. One just never knew . . .
“Yeah, man, I hope you not getting dragged back into this street shit.”
“Nah, never that,” Qwess hoped.
They conversed a lot more on their ride across town, mostly about signing Flame as their new artist to fill the void created by Reece’s decision.
Little did they know, Flame would help them create hip-hop history.
* * *
It was an unseasonably warm day in North Carolina, and hustlers were out enjoying the weather. Chicks strutted up the street in skin-tight clothing hoping to attract the attention of the hustlers on the block. However, hustlers were only focused on one thing—getting to the money. While dealers waited on their customers to come through and pay them a visit, they entertained themselves with a game of craps. While some of the gamblers were playing, one of them was dead serious. He was kicking ass and taking names.
Joey Devon picked up the dice to roll again. “Yeah, nigga, watch that fever,” he barked at the spectators and opponents, shaking the dice feverishly. He nodded his head vigorously. “When I hit this fever, you better not cry.” He rolled the two dice. The squares tumbled around in slow motion for a few seconds before a two and a three showed up.
“Fever!!!” Joey yelled.
“Awww, damn!” the crowd screamed.
“Yeah, mu’fucka! I told you. Pay me!!!”
They were on Bunce Road, one of the dope strips in Fayetteville, North Carolina. Everyone was passing time shooting dice. Some to pay bills. Some to just double money already made. Joey was in the latter crowd. Since graduating from high school a couple of months ago, he had become heavily immersed in the streets. The money he was now doubling was the booty from a robbery he had committed in the wee hours of the previous morning. It was now the middle of the day, and everyone was out in full swing. The drug dealers. The drug users. The jack boys, and their unsuspecting victims. Just another day on Bunce Road.
“Yo, nigga, quit hogging the blunt,” Joey said to 8-Ball, his chubby, trusty companion. “Let me smoke right while I gut these fools.”
8-Ball took another toke and passed Joey the blunt.
“Aww, nigga, you need to stop hogging the goddamn rocks, and roll.” That was J.D. He was a main player on this strip, and he had already let this young buck beat him out of eight hundred dollars.
“Oh, I’ma roll these mu’fuckas. You just roll my dough up out your mu’fuckin hand when I hit,” Joey bragged.
All the other lookers-on placed side bets while everyone popped slick. Joey rolled again.
Seven.
“Muthafucka!”
“Yeah nigga, I told you. Pay me!” The block erupted!
The lucky young buck hit again. There were a lot of salty faces. Money exchanged hands. Everyone settled down for another run at the dice.
Suddenly, everyone’s attention was interrupted by a thump in the distance. The thump drew closer and got louder. When it was too close to be ignored, the dice game was temporarily suspended while everyone looked up to see the source of the music. When the car was close enough to be identified, some mouths dropped, some mouths twisted. Everyone stared.
“Damn, that Benz is fuckin’ hot!” 8-Ball conceded.
When the black AMG Benz came to a stop directly in front of the crowd, a few of the gang reached for their pistols but didn’t pull them out. Everyone was on edge because the car windows were rolled up airtight, and the super dark tint prevented anyone from looking in. The passenger window rolled halfway down revealing a light-skinned dude with a ponytail. They could vaguely make out the driver reclined all the way back in the seat.
“Yo, who this broke-ass Ice-T looking nigga?” someone from the crowd snickered.
Doe spoke up from behind the wheel, “Yo, anybody seen Flame?”
“Who wanna know?” That was J.D., who still had his hand in his pants.
“Yo, dawg, a friend wanna know.”
“Oh, a friend, huh?”
J.D. inquired. He was obviously the alpha male, because everyone on the block remained quiet.
Seeing the conversation was going nowhere, Qwess stepped out of the car wearing a black two-piece Steel G jean set and mustard-colored construction Timbs.
“Yo, yo that’s the boy, Qwess,” someone whispered.
J.D. recognized him also, but he still didn’t give any ground.
“Peace, brothers,” Qwess greeted. “Be easy. We come in peace.” He walked over to J.D. while Doe pulled the car out of the street. Doe slipped from the Benz and joined Qwess. He was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt along with Air Force One sneakers.
They stuck their fists out to give J.D. a pound, obviously knowing who was in control of this block at the moment.
“Yo, dawg, I know who you are,” J.D. told him. “But laws of the street still apply to you, too. You can’t roll on this block any kind of way asking for my li’l homie.”
Qwess returned his steely stare right back, “True dat. You know I got mad respect for the streets. I want to do some business with the li’l brother, though.”
“Oh, yeah? What kind of business?”
“I’m trying to fuck with him on that music tip.”
J.D. paused as if taking his answer into consideration. Then he called out, “Yo, Flame, check this!”
Joey, the young buck who had been taking their money all day, stepped out from the crowd, joining them.
“You know this cat?” J.D. asked him.
“Yeah, I know who he is,” Flame answered.
“Well, he says he want to do some business with you.”
“Yeah, I heard him. Good looking out, J.D., but we got it from here,” he said, motioning toward 8-Ball, who had joined them. “We gonna holla at him, see what he talking ’bout.”
“All right. Cool.” J.D. responded, somewhat hesitantly. The he added, “Ock, salaam alaykum.” Qwess and Doe looked at him with a puzzled expression. J.D. pointed to the necklace with the Arabic script around Qwess’s neck. Then he pulled out his own chain from underneath his shirt. It had the same charm on it, but was iced out. “I was just fucking with you. Gotta keep my brothers on point,” J.D. told them, and he busted out laughing as he walked back over to crowd to continue the dice game.
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