All Eyes on Gunz 2

by Warren Holloway

  It didn’t take long before my food came. I answered the door with my gun in hand until I looked out of the peephole. I grabbed the food, paid the staff, and then returned to the table. I dug in and drank my Long Island before I got ready for the fun tonight with my Spanish niggas.

  CHAPTER 6

  I JUST FINISHED UP at 10:00 and got my gear together. I put on some Polo Black to smell good, along with my three-carat diamond necklace, two-carat studded earrings, and iced-out Breitling. I wore white linen pants and shirt, with butter suede 310s on my feet. I was looking like a superstar. I made my way over to the strip clubs on Baltimore Avenue, looking on at the swarm of people making their way to the clubs and restaurants. I turned down the little street where Norma Jean’s strip club was located, and then I parked my whip across the street from the club. I gave the parking attendant a $50.

  “Keep an eye on my shit, and make sure nobody bumps into my whip,” I said, leaving the sky-blue Range Rover with him to look after while I balled out inside the club.

  I entered the club looking like new money with a clean-shaven face, fresh cut, and with my diamonds doing the rest as the club lights bounced off of them and made them sparkle. The strippers all noticed my entrance as they were trained to do, meaning they clocked the money so they knew who to work to get their paper. I respect their hustle, which is why I love strip clubs.

  I approached the bar and saw they also had a bad-ass light-skinned chick working the bar, too.

  “Let me get a Long Island and a stack in ones.”

  The strippers saw the stack of ones being placed on the bar along with my drink, so their eyes followed me back to the booth I sat in the back. This thick-as-a-muthafucka Asian stripper came over to me looking sexy in the face with just-right thighs that led to the curves of perfection in her ass. She came up with a smile of seduction as she asked, “Can I dance for you tonight?”

  I smiled back thinking and saying, “Damn, baby girl, I was going to ask if I could dance for your sexy ass.”

  She laughed knowing my words weren’t game but real talk. She knew she was exotic and different from the normal strippers. Atlanta had bad chicks, mainly thick sistas and some thick white chicks, but Asians didn’t flood the clubs.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Laila,” she said, turning her ass to face me while doing her thing.

  I caressed her ass with the stack of ones. It felt good to her, knowing that she was going to get some of it.

  The crazy thing was that another exotic chick came up and looked like she could change a man’s mind. She favored Olivia, the singer from G-Unit, with an exotic twist and a look of innocence. Her brown skin looked smooth like her silky black hair that lay over her perky breasts.

  “Laila, sit on my lap, superstar!” I asked, to which she obliged as I gave her $100 in ones.

  “You want to tip me for my dance?” the brown-skinned beauty asked.

  “I didn’t see you dance, but you are more than welcome to join me and Laila after you tell me your name.”

  “La La is what they call me around here.”

  “Now, La La, you can dance,” I said, taking another $100 from the stack and placing it into her red thong. She turned and smiled at me as she started popping her booty, dancing salaciously.

  Laila was slow grinding in my lap while nodding her head to the music and playing with her hair in between looking back at me with her sexy bedroom eyes. She was also licking her lips like she could work them just as well.

  “What are y’all two drinking?” I asked, knowing they get a commission from each drink I buy for them.

  “Get me an apple martini,” La La said as she bent over and touched her toes while twerking. A hell of a view from here.

  “I’ll take a shot of peach Cîroc,” Laila responded.

  I waved over another girl who I saw taking orders. She came back quickly, so I tipped her a $20 bill. As I enjoyed these two strippers, Rico and his team of Flaco, Chino, and Angel pulled up outside.

  Rico pulled into the parking lot in his cocaine-white CLS600 Mercedes Benz that was sitting on 22s. There were televisions throughout with the Maybach curtains in the back window.

  Flaco was right behind him in his 760Li BMW sitting on 23s with TVs and a PS3 all concealed behind the tinted windows.

  Chino was behind him in his cocaine-white Audi S8 Quatro with the V-10 engine tricked out on 22s with low-pro tires, dual exhaust, and the chrome package throughout.

  Last but not least, the youngest of the crew, Angel, drove up in his cocaine-white Bentley GT coupe with a black leather interior that was sitting on 23s and covered in tinted windows. He also had a custom alarm system just like the others. They all got the same color paint, feeling the image of this cocaine game that got them the cars. Plus that shit looked crazy when they all came through together.

  All of their whips were parked side by side. Chino saw my whip, but he did not know it was mine. Still, he gave it props, loving the sky blue. Sky blue is my way of paying respects to Turnpike Tito, since he always said the sky’s the limit.

  They all came in stunting hard. They were all blinged and swagged out and looking like a different crew than before. I could see they made good use of the money that I left them with. They definitely made it work. Rico ordered drinks for his team as he looked around for me.

  “La La, go tell my Spanish homies who just came in that I’m over here,” I said, after seeing that he hadn’t spotted me yet.

  She did just that and strutted her sexy ass up to them. She pointed in my direction. I raised my glass, so he could see where I was sitting, ‘cause sexy ass Laila, was sitting on my lap.

  They came over without question. Laila got up and allowed me to embrace the homies.

  “I see you looking good, bro, especially with the sexy China you with,” Rico said after embracing me as he got an eyeful of Laila’s exotic beauty.

  “Y’all niggas look real good. I see y’all did well with that paper.”

  “We owe our success to you, bro,” Chino said, pointing at the clothing and diamonds they were wearing.

  “No, I owe y’all for making shit happen so I could be where I am today,” I said. “Take a seat while my new lady friends go get some bottles. La La and Laila, get each of us a bottle of Cristal,” I said, taking out three stacks and handing them to her. Each bottle is like $450 in the clubs. “Y’all split the change.”

  Right then they realized I was a boss nigga that wasn’t from around here. They didn’t have too many niggas like me coming through spending heavy bread this early in the night.

  As they headed to the bar to get the bottles, it allowed me to have a conversation with my Spanish homies.

  “So how are things going for you and your team?” I asked.

  “Good, bro. We doing real good now,” Rico responded as the girls made their way back over.

  “La La, after you pass out the bottles, sit on my lap. Laila, you can sit your sexy ass right here,” I said, making both women smile and feel good about being in my presence.

  More strippers then came over upon seeing that my Spanish homies were all about the paper, too.

  I leaned over and spoke to Rico as the music played loudly in the club. We then started talking business.

  “So, what numbers are you getting at?” I asked, getting straight to the point.

  “I get it at 18 a pop. I do seven to ten bricks a week.”

  “Not bad!” I said, thinking about when I was getting it for 13. “I can get it to you for a lower price; plus, what I’ll do is front you twenty on top of the ten you buy to keep you busy for awhile. Can you handle that much?”

  “With my team and the way, we think now, we can take over my city and this state,” Rico responded.

  “All right, I’ll get it to you for 15.5 a pop. Plus, this shit is high grade from my Miami folks.”

  “I’m ready whenever you ready, bro.”

  “I’ll get at you tomorrow with the details. Now toast to a
good night and an even more lucrative future,” I said while raising my bottle of champagne.

  Now I just had to figure out how I was going to get the fifty bricks I left in my one stash house over a year ago. I owned the house through a family member to protect myself. I also could use this cocaine to build up my empire down in Atlanta. With these two teams, I could grow and take over the East Coast. The thing was, I told myself I could never go back to Pennsylvania for anything. It was just not a good way to stay on the run with me going back to the place I was running from.

  CHAPTER 7

  WE ALL MADE OUR way outside of the club at 2:04 a.m. Laila and La La also followed me knowing that I was a boss, and they wanted more than my money. They were looking for a good night and a possible good life that I could provide them. My little homies also came out of the club with exotic chicks ready for the hotel life. The party after the party.

  “I knew that was your whip, Tommy,” Angel said, after seeing me hit the unlock on the truck as the lights began flashing.

  “I see y’all really stepped it up too, little nigga. I’m loving the cocaine-white theme, too. It’s boss shit,” I said, proud of the Spanish niggas. “La La and Laila, get in the truck. I need to holla at the homies real quick.”

  “Rico, we can make millions with your crew. I got these Fed muthafuckas tracking me; but with the right team, I can lay all the way back as y’all make the moves, feel me?”

  “You already know we about our money and word. We stand behind you 100 percent. No matter what city or state you in, we coming to you to take care of this business, bro.”

  “Yeah, Tommy Guns, we owe you all of our loyalty to the end,” Flaco said.

  I knew these Spanish niggas were the real deal just like my little niggas down South.

  Rico and his team left back-to-back, stunting on this city in their whips as they made their way over to the Hyatt on Light Street. I took the two exotic pieces back to my suite.

  Once in the suite, La La and Laila were feeling the layout as well as the views of the city and the harbor that boasted million-dollar yachts.

  “This is some balla shit right here, Tommy,” La La said while walking through the suite.

  “La La, check out this big-ass bathroom,” Laila said, after seeing the Jacuzzi-style tub and the dual shower off to the side with jet sprayers for a full body massage.

  The 30-inch TV added to the bathroom’s luxury, but what stood out and impressed me was the phone by the toilet. Now that was some boss shit for when a muthafucka was taking care of a business deal on the toilet. Laila and La La were loving the suite as well as loving the fact that they had come across me. Both of them were so excited when they stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and took in the lit-up skyline of the city and the harbor with its yachts. I stood at the minibar pouring the ladies double shots of Hennessy V.S.O.P before I then walked over and stood in the middle of the two Baltimore beauties.

  “Here’s a drink for y’all,” I said as I handed them their drinks.

  I then cupped their asses as they downed the double shots, feeling the warmth of the cognac roll down their throats.

  I turned to Laila and lifted up her shirt, exposing her pretty nipples that my lips found with ease. At the same time, I took her ass in both of my hands, allowing my fingers to find their way under her miniskirt. My fingers slid into her tight wetness, which sent a stream of pleasure into her body that allowed light moans to escape her mouth.

  “Mmmmh, I like that,” she let out.

  La La got wet and horny watching me and Laila, so she took her clothing off and then tapped me on the shoulder.

  “Bring the fun over to the bed,” she said while crawling onto the bed and displaying the art of her beauty as well as a level of intimacy. She looked back over her shoulder with her ass up and pussy open, looking wet and pretty. “Both of y’all can come get it,” she said in the sexiest voice that would lure any man in.

  I picked up Laila with my fingers still inside of her warm pussy while still making her moan as I carried her over to the bed. Her face and lips were pressing against my neck.

  “Mmmmmm, I want you inside of me so bad,” she whispered into my ear, kissing me on my neck.

  Hearing this made my dick rock hard. I laid her on the bed and began to remove my pants. Laila wanted my dick bad, so she assisted me in taking my pants off. As soon as they came off and my boxers were removed, my dick was engulfed by the warmth of her mouth.

  “Hold up! Let me lie down so we all can join the party,” I said while lying on my back to allow La La to sit on my face with her pretty pussy, which smelled sweet as if she used a sex lotion to make her pussy taste real good.

  I put my tongue and fingers to work, forcing a pulsating sensation through her body that made her moan and gyrate her hips as if riding my tongue.

  “Mmmmh! Damn, your tongue is crazy. Aaah, mmmmh!” she let out.

  Laila’s soft lips were working her magic on my dick, which made me even hornier. Her soft hands assisted in stroking me up and down, with her tongue gliding over my dick and making it throb with each stroke.

  “Oh my God! Bitch, his tongue game is real. Mmmmh, aaaah!” she moaned again, leaning in while trying to embrace the wave of pleasure surging through her body as my fingers and tongue moved in sync.

  Laila stopped sucking my dick only to mount me. She took hold of my dick and rubbed it on her already wet pussy, and then she slid down on it. I ain’t going to lie, right then I started feeling like I was going to erupt, but I held on. Her pussy was tight and wet at the same time, and it felt so good. She was feeling the same while thrusting her tightness up and down on me and feeling my dick all inside of her, which was sending erotic sensations racing through her body.

  “Yes, mmmmh, yes! Mmmmmmh, I like this big dick, aaaaaah, aaaah!” Laila let out, riding me harder and harder, feeling my dick pounding her spot and setting off a wave of orgasmic sensation surging through her body fast. “I’m about to cum, yes, yes, aaaaah, aaaah!”

  Her words and moans turned me and La La on because La La started cumming on my tongue as I continued working my fingers and tongue. At the same time, I could feel myself about to bust. My heart was racing as my stomach tightened up. La La’s motion in her hips picking up as her body was releasing the flow.

  “Tommy, Tommy, your tongue is so good to my body. Mmmmmh, damn, damn!” she cried while breathing heavily.

  I was about to cum and could feel that shit rushing through my body each time Laila went up and down hard on my dick.

  “Yes, yes, yes, aaaaaaah! I like this big thing!” she cried out, feeling her body letting go of the orgasmic sensation that felt so good.

  At the same time, I busted all up in the tight Asian pussy. In the same instance, she could feel me splashing inside of her. So she started clenching her pussy to bring her up and down motion to a halt as she slow ground on my dick, taking all of my sperm into her soft, warm wetness.

  La La got off my tongue and kissed me. She loved her own juices, like it turned her on or something.

  “Damn, Tommy, you got gifts,” La La said with a smile. “Laila, you better get you some of this,” she said while pointing at my mouth.

  Laila was still releasing herself and having a crazy orgasm. She looked over her shoulder since she was riding me in reverse.

  “You need to ride this pole and feel like I’m feeling right now,” Laila said, before getting off of me.

  The girls leaned in and kissed one another, touching each other’s breasts and stimulating their bodies even more. Their fingers found one another’s wetness while thrusting fingers inside. La La’a head went back as she let out an intense moan.

  “Ohhhhhh, mmmmh!”

  Hearing and seeing this shit got me brick hard all over again.

  “Let me show you how my tongue works!” Laila said to La La, laying her back on the bed and parting her legs.

  She then went into her love cave, allowing her tongue to meet her soft, wet pussy li
ps. Her female touch immediately sent orgasmic sounds into the room.

  “Ohhhh, mmmmmmh, you good, you good, mmmmmmh!” she let out, with her legs shaking, never having her body touched by another female in this way, so it enhanced the orgasms that she was having. “Aaaaaaah, aaaah, mmmmmh.”

  Her legs tensed up, and she was unable to stop the soaring sensation of orgasms rushing through her body. I started kissing La La in between sucking on her titties, adding to the pleasure she was feeling. Her heart, mind, and body were overwhelmed by the sensation and activity she had never had done to her body. Laila stopped her tongue play and came up to look at La La with a smile.

  “You like that, too?” she asked.

  “Y’all just tag teamed the shit out of my pussy, but I’m loving both tongues,” she responded, still feeling her body releasing.

  She became quiet and embraced the flow, until I got on top of her to stick my dick up in her super-wet pussy. I put her legs up and went deep. She took an even deeper breath before letting out more moans.

  “Aaaaah, mmmmh right there, mmmmmh! I like it right there!” she screamed out, feeling my dick hitting the side back wall over and over.

  Laila lay to the side popping herself watching me put work in on this pretty pussy.

  “Mmmmh, mmmmh! Ohhh, I’m cumm-ing, aaaah!” she moaned as my pace picked up and I slammed my dick into her harder and harder, side to side, and deeper and deeper.

  I could feel myself about to bust, too, since her body was feeling so good. I let her legs down and allowed her to wrap her legs around me as I dug deep.

  “Right there, mmmmmmh!” she let out with her lips and mouth pressing up against my ear.

  The sounds of her moaning alone made me bust inside of her. She could feel me cumming as I pounded harder and faster. I came to a slow stroke, feeling good about these two bad-ass chicks and the night we were having so far. Life for me was good. This boss shit right here was what niggas upstate looked forward to when they came home. This was the same shit niggas rap about.