Finessers 3

by Lucinda John

  “Man, ain’t nobody getting a fucking divorce!!” I replied and got in bed with her.

  I pulled her body close to mine, and then covered us with the purple satin comforter that dressed the California King sized bed. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and I instantly felt like shit. I knew she was hurting behind my actions and it was fucking me up in the head. When my wife needed me the most, I was nowhere to be found. I allowed my irrational thinking to fuck up my marriage and I was determined to fix things.

  “I can’t do it no more,” she softly said.

  “Shhhh, let’s talk about it later.”

  “I’m done,” she softly cried. “It’s over, I signed the papers.”

  “Why the fuck would you do that?!”

  “You served them to me. I thought you didn’t want me anymore. I kept calling and writing and you never responded. You don’t give a fuck about me, Chad. You let me sit in jail all alone behind something I didn’t even do. You stood before God and you lied.”

  “I know baby and I’m sorry. I should have trusted you, I should have been by your side, there’s a lot of things I should have done differently and I’m sorry. If I could go back and fix everything, I would, but I can’t. The only thing I could do from this point on is be a better man to you and father to my children.”

  “It’s too late. The damage is already done.”

  “Don’t talk like that man,” I said feeling myself get irritated.

  “You can have the kids on the weekend and we can co-parent,” she continued to ramble on.

  “Man shut yo mouth, before I bust you in it.”

  She continued to go on and on about how it was over, how she thought it was best we went our separate and how we weren’t meant to be. Tired of hearing her mouth, I climbed on top of her and shoved my tongue down her throat. She bit my tongue causing me to wince in pain, but that didn’t stop me from kissing on her.

  I licked her from her neck all the way down to her toes. Holding her small pretty feet in my hand, I gently sucked on her toes one by one. She began to squirm as she attempted to hold in the moan that she so badly wanted to let out.

  Spreading her legs all the way back to her ears, I gave her pretty pink pussy a nice, long lick. I used my fingers to open up her lips so that I could get better access to her pearl. Latching onto her clit, I sucked on it as if I was nursing. Her juices began to overflow in my mouth like a plugged up running faucet.

  “Ohhhhhhh, yasssssssssss!” she squealed when I flipped her over.

  I licked her ass before sticking my tongue in it. She jumped, but relaxed when I started to slowly tongue her ass. Her pussy began to leak all over the bed like rain showers as I started stimulating her clit. She rotated her hips slowly before throwing her ass back on my tongue. A few seconds later, she let out a howl as she shuddered then collapsed on the bed.

  I wasn’t done with her yet; I was yearning to taste that pussy. I turned her over and dipped my tongue in her honey pot. The heat steaming from her pussy threatened to melt my tongue as I continued to bless it with my mouth. Her wetness stained my face and started dripping down my neck as she got wetter and wetter. There was no way I was leaving this house without getting up in her fiery, wet pussy.

  “Chad, moooooooooooove!” she moaned as her pussy muscles began to contract around my tongue.

  I held her firmly in place and devoured her kitty. She purred out in satisfaction before blessing me with her sweet nectar. Like the real nigga I was, I drunk every last drop before flipping her over and thrusting deep in her.

  My knees got weak as I continued to slide in and out of her. I didn’t know what type of voodoo pussy she had, but I was ready to murder any nigga she even thought of being with. I tried to fuck the thought of her trying to proceed with the divorce out of her mind. With every thrust, I tried to pump all the good memories that we shared back in her.

  “Chad, I’m about to… Oh SHIT!”

  “You about to what?” I cockily asked as I continued to deep stroke her.

  She was so busy trying to reach her peak that she didn’t bother responding to me. Right before she was about to cum, I pulled my dick back and took a seat at the edge of the bed. I was about to teach her ass a valuable lesson.

  “Why the fuck you stopped?” She jumped up from the bed causing her titties to bounce.

  “Why you worried about this dick? You about to divorce me, right?”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I only give my wife good dick.”

  “I’m still your wife,” she whined.

  “Nah, you signed the papers, so we done.”

  “I didn’t sign them for real,” she whispered.

  “I’m sorry, I ain’t hear you, say that again.”

  “I said I ain’t sign them papers, so could you please stop playing and make me nut?”

  “Why should I?”

  “Because I’m your wife,” she replied before pushing me back on the bed and mounting my dick.

  Cinnamon began to grind on my dick in slow, circular motions while throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her pussy began doing jumping jacks letting me know her orgasm was around the corner. Locking my fingers around her waist, I began pounding vigorously in and out of her until a huge orgasm knocked us both down.

  Exhaustion claimed us as we both laid back in the bed both in our own thoughts. I knew I wasn’t out of the dog house yet, but I was willing to do whatever it took to have Cinnamon back on my team. My phone began to ring, picking it up, and glancing at the screen, I hit the red END button sending Chasity to voicemail. I made a mental note to have a talk with her when I got home.

  Chapter 7

  Prancer

  Swallowing an army of Vic’s kids, I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Passing the full-length mirror I had to smile at how well everything was falling into place. I was hired by Julie to help her take out Vic, but in reality, she was the real person I wanted dead.

  Julie was the cause of so much shit in my life. When she found out that my mother was having an affair with her husband, she had both of them murdered in cold blood. My aunt would always tell me stories about how she would plead with my mother to leave Julie’s husband alone because he was married to a dangerous woman, but all of her pleas would go in one ear and out the other. My mother paid the ultimate price with her life when Julie had both of their genitals mutilated, then set them both on fire.

  For so many years, I grew up without direction because I didn’t have a mother to give me any. At the age of sixteen, I ended up falling into the arms of a man who I thought loved me, but ended up being a pimp. He made me his bottom bitch and instead of him putting me on the track, I sat in his mansion being treated like a queen. When it came time for me to “show him my appreciation”, I wasn’t ready to, so he beat me, forced objects up my ass, split my anus in half, tortured me, and then threw me out on the curb leaving me for dead.

  That’s when I was found by Alia. One morning, she was going into her club and found me in front of it barely breathing. She brought me to the hospital and catered to my needs. She would always brush my long, black hair telling me that I was going to make her a lot of money one day. That day finally came when she had me in her club dancing for strange men. At first, I did it because I had no choice, I felt like this was something I had to do or I would never be able to survive. After a while, it became my life and I enjoyed all the attention and money I got from these men.

  I was only 19 and I owned a four-bedroom house, three luxury cars, and my bank account had more zeros than a dumbass failing school. I had blossomed into a full-blown finesser thanks to Alia. I enjoyed working for her, although she was money hungry, she was fair and she didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do. When she presented me with the opportunity to lose my virginity to Vic for six grand, I jumped on it. Not because I wanted the money, but because Julie was already paying me seventy-five grand to have him wined, dined, and mu
rdered.

  According to the private investigator I hired, Vic and I had the same motive; we both wanted Julie dead. My ultimate plan was to continue to pocket Julie’s money while I helped Vic get rid of her. But instead of setting up Chad like Vic wanted me to, I would slowly feed Chad the information he needed to kill Vic then all of his money would be left to me. If everything went as planned, I would be able to avenge my mother’s death, get some good dick, and disappear a rich bitch.

  Julie thought because she was this big queen pin she was so fucking untouchable, but I was about to show her ass. I got an email notification on my phone that informed me that Julie wired half of the money to my offshore account. Transferring it to my personal bank account, I jumped in the shower and handled my womanly duties.

  “If you fuck this up, I am going to kill you,” was the first thing Vic said as I got out of the shower.

  “I am a professional this is what I do,” I replied drying my long mane.

  “You know how many bitches failed this simple mission by falling in love with this fool.”

  “Well, I ain’t them. I don’t mix business with pleasure.” I spat. “If that was the case, I would have been in love with you, which I ain’t. For the last time, I am a PROFESSIONAL!” I threw over my shoulder before walking back into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

  I couldn’t lie and say why I didn’t know why these chicks fell in love with Chad. I had some of his dick and that shit was lethal. He had some dope dick and only a weak bitch could get hooked. As for me, I went nineteen years without fucking or thinking about it so a nigga was the last thing on my mind. The money was always the motive when it came to me.

  Studying myself in the mirror, I could see my black features starting to stand out. My aunt always told me how my mother had this thing for black men, so I wasn’t too surprised to find out I was half black. I had the ass and sass of a black girl. I wasn’t one to be fucked with. I grew up in the hood, so I knew firsthand how to flip me a bitch.

  “This time around I am going to Miami with you. I’m not letting you out my sight until the job is done,” he said packing his things.

  “No problem,” I nonchalantly answered. This only makes things easier for me to have your ass murdered; I thought to myself trying to hide the devious grin I wore.

  I had already planted the seeds in Chad’s head so I was now waiting for him to take the bait. I low-key slipped my card in his pocket urging that he get in contact with me. I was aware of the situation that he was having with his wife, so I decided to give things a little time.

  Brushing my hair into a long ponytail, I wiggled my fat ass in some black high waist Seven jeans. Pulling the white and black crop top that read LOVE over my head, I slipped into a red blazer, and then finished off my outfit by sliding my feet into some red wedges. Spraying my body with some Heat perfume by Beyoncé, I applied some M.A.C shimmery gloss to my lips and some lash blash to my already full and thick lashes.

  “How do I look?” I asked Vic spinning around.

  “Like a certified bad bitch!”

  “You think this is going to work with him having a wife?”

  “Don’t worry about the details, that’s my job. All I need you to do is get close enough to that nigga that he feel comfortable enough to bring you around Julie.”

  “Ok.” I smirked knowing damn well I already had all the access in the world to her. Although Vic thought he was running things, we were moving on my watch. Shit was about to go down when I was ready for it to.

  “You ready?” Vic asked as he looked around the suit making sure he had everything.

  “Lead the way boss,” I answered gassing his head up.

  The flight to Miami was a quick one since we was on his private jet. The first time I came down here to meet Chad up close and personal, I fell in love with this city. It was beautiful and warm, the type of city that you could walk around butt naked. If I wasn’t about to do so much dirt, I would actually considered living here.

  I sat back and admired the view of the beach as we drove to the house that we would be staying in. I could only imagine how the warm sand would feel between my toes. The golden sun kissed my skin as I got out of the car and made my way into the two-bedroom, two-bathroom house. We both had our own room, but knowing how hooked Vic was to this pussy, I doubted he would be spending many nights in his.

  “Ok so this is the plan….”

  Chapter 8

  Honey

  I threw another negative pregnancy test into the garbage can. Ever since someone came and robbed me out of the chance of being a mother, it had been hard conceiving again. The doctor told me to give my body time to heal and eventually it would happen again, but I wanted a baby now, I wanted to experience life as a mother.

  “You good?” Rob asked wrapping me into a big bear hug.

  “Yeah, I’ll be ok,” I replied allowing the tears to fall freely.

  “If you want, we can go to a fertility clinic,” he suggested.

  “No, I want to try it on my own first. I would feel less of a woman if I have to hire some doctors to help me do what my body was made to do.”

  “People go to those doctors all the time,” he tried to reason.

  “I want to do it on my own though.”

  “Your wish is my command,” he replied and carried me to our bedroom.

  He gently laid my body down on the bed and pulled my panties off. He played with the little curly hairs on my pussy with his tongue. Rob didn’t mind a bald pussy, but he preferred that I trimmed my hair low just enough so it wasn’t too bushy or bald.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned playing with my nipples as he began to suck on my inner thighs.

  He licked and sucked leaving hickies everywhere. Pushing my legs back, he grabbed a hold of my love button and held it captive in his mouth. Sucking on it, he began milking me like cow.

  “Oh my!!!!” I yelled out as a bolt of electricity shot through my body.

  He held onto my body real tightly making sure that I wouldn’t wiggle out of his grips as he continued to put his deadly tongue to work on me. The slurping sounds he was making as he had me for lunch sent my body in overdrive. Three licks later, I was hit with an orgasm that paralyzed me.

  BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

  The sound of someone banging on our door caused Rob to slide his dick right back out of me. I was going to nut the fuck up if it was one of his boys coming to him on some business type shit. Today was his off day and he was not allowed to go to work. I had already made that shit real clear with Chad. Rob pulled on a pair of boxers and then sweatpants, before he grabbed his gun and placed it in the small of his back.

  I waited for the feeling to return to my legs before hopping out of bed and heading towards the bathroom. My pussy tingled from the effects of my nut as I used the warm rag to wipe myself clean. I grabbed a maxi dressed and pulled it over my head before making my way downstairs.

  “Cinny, you ok?” I asked watching her stand in my doorway with her suitcase.

  “I couldn’t stay there no more. I’m too close to Chad,” she said with her head down.

  “Aww baby you can always come stay here. I don’t know why you ain’t come in the first place.”

  “I didn’t want to be a burden plus with you trying to you know I didn’t want to intrude on your privacy.”

  “Chill out, you know it’s always my sis before dick. Bring that ass here girl!” I opened my arms for a hug causing her to laugh.

  “I’ll bring your bags to your room,” Rob said coming in the house from paying the cab. “Do Julie know you came here in a cab?” Rob asked her with a side eye.

  “No, she was gone. I left her a note.”

  “Does Chad know?”

  “No and please keep it that way.”

  “You know this the first place he’s gonna come looking for you, right?”

  “Yes, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it, for now I just want to lay dow
n. My head hurt,” Cinnamon replied before disappearing up the stairs.

  “Don’t even think about calling him,” I said reading Rob’s mind.

  I walked in the kitchen and got started on dinner. Pulling out some steak, I seasoned them, and then placed them in the gallon sized Ziplock back that I had filled with A1 sauce. Boiling some water for the greens, I prepped the mac and cheese and got started on Cinnamon’s favorite dessert.

  “It’s smelling good in here,” Rob said smacking me on the ass.

  “Thank you bae. The steaks are marinated, get the grill hot so you can grill them.”

  “Yes ma’am, what else you want me to grill?” he asked with a grin on his face.

  “Boy bye!!” I laughed and threw a dishtowel at him.

  Two long hours of sweating in the kitchen and I was finally done cooking all of Cinnamon’s favorite dishes. I put the food in serving bowls, and then placed them on the table along with plates and silverware. I pat myself on the back as I admired the meal that I made which consisted of; steak, loaded bake potatoes, collard greens, macaroni and cheese, with strawberry cheese cake for dessert.

  “My baby went in,” Rob said washing his hands and taking a seat at the table.

  “Don’t touch the food yet, let me go get Cinnamon first.”

  I walked up the stairs and was about to call out Cinnamon’s name until I heard voices. I could hear Cinnamon arguing with someone who I was assumed was Chad because she kept saying, “it was over” and that “she was done.” I was about to walk out and give her some privacy until she started crying. I walked in the room, grabbed the phone out of her hand, and then hung it up on a yelling Chad. I was tempted to curse his ass out, but I decided not to.

  “Cinny, are you ok?” I asked cradling her in my arms like a newborn baby.

  “Why won’t he just let me go?” she asked. “He the one wanted the divorce in the first place and now that I’m in a place where I no longer give a fuck, he wants to talk about being a family. He has my emotions all over the place,” she cried.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked wondering if she was serious about this divorce.