"I'm hurting you?"
“Yes."
Maxine massaged Terri's waist. "Try and relax. All he doing is making you wanna belong to us."
“I promise I'll try."
KT got onto his tiptoes. Arched atop Terri's backside, he grabbed her armpits. He slowly intensified his long stroke. Powerless to resist his full mount, a weeping Terri was held captive by the sensation of his stoned masculinity tapping her anal depths. Her existence was stricken by a mixture of dissipating agony and indescribable ecstasy. Her tears falling, Terri wailed. "I can't believe this happening to me!"
KT’s pelvis colliding with her ample backside, he unleashed a fierce long stroke. Their screams & howls serenading nirvana, an erupting KT filled Terri’s anal depths with semen. Equally exhausted, they both collapsed.
Maxine, glowing from a successful reeducation, uncuffed their captive. Terri,, awash by an unfamiliar ecstasy, curled into a conquered knot, and Terri wept.
KT, pressing against her backside, took her into his arms. "Baby Girl, you alright?"
“Just give a minute.” She savored his kissing her neck & back. Her entire body, sensitive to touch, Terri spun exhaustedly in his comforting embrace. "I thought I was too young?"
“You more than made up for your age." KT, sharing an orgasm weakened kiss, asked. "What a nineteen-year-old doing taking back-shots?"
“That was so disrespectful." Terri climbed out of bed. Taking Maxine around the waist, she indulged in an enraged kiss. "Maybe we should reeducate his ass on what not to ask somebody."
Maxine, watching Terri walk out, shook her head. "Sometimes, you do ask too many stupid tail questions."
Rightfully chastised, KT pulled her atop his nakedness. "What's her story?"
Not much to tell. Her man was in trouble with the police, so they had to move."
“Where to?"
“The DMV (DC, Maryland, Virginia). I think Baltimore." Head on his chest, she was soothed by his heartbeat. A shower running in the distance, Maxine said. "Whenever Yolanda thinks I'm getting too close to you, she reeducates me."
“More than anything, you pretend to be all into me, so she will.” KT deduced.
“You mad?"
“I don’t mind you using me. Long as it keeps you happy, I'm happy."
Maxine eyed him earnestly. "Then how come I don't have your cellphone number? You always had mine. Sometimes I can't help but think you only use me for sex."
“Look me in my eyes and say you think I don't have feelings for you."
"I still think you’re using me."
“Real talk, I do be using you. Just not in a bad way." KT kissed her forehead. "A lot of things about to change in my life. Just promise no matter what, me and you never will."
Maxine was taken by his heartfelt desire. Primed to reciprocate, she tensed from his suddenly being distracted. Following his gaze, she spied a fully clothed shower refreshed Terri. “Where are you going so soon?"
"Teenagers do have curfews."
KT chuckled. "If what we did don't make you a grown woman, nothing will."
“I’m not talking to you." Terri gave Maxine a sensual kiss. "Walk me out."
KT, stalling Maxine's departure, climbed from the bed. Pulling a reluctant Terri into the bathroom, he said. "Clean me off."
"Didn't I say I'm not talking to you?"
"Who said anything about talking?"
Reluctantly, Terri led him into the shower. She ran the faucet. Using a soaped sponge, Terri cleaned his intercourse soiled nakedness. She cut the shower on and stepped aside.
A shower refreshed KT stepped from the shower. Allowing Terri to angrily towel him off, he wrapped the towel around his waist. "Shorty, you like Catwoman... I don’t know a thing about you, but what I do know got me all to pieces."
Terri couldn’t resist smiling. She indulged in an apology-accepting kiss. "I can't believe what I let you two do to me. Damn, setting you up, Maxine was setting me up all along." Walking into the living room, she watched KT slip into his boxers. Pressed against the front door, she palmed his butt before he could palm hers. "Let a man tear yours up. I bet you don't want anyone touching it for a while."
KT gave her a playful head-butt. "Guess we even now."
Her lips slowly conquering his, Terri gave him a slow, tongue pirouetting kiss. "You were everything Maxine said you were."
“Keep it trill, don't I know my way around a woman?"
“I know your girl fighting to keep silly bitches away from you." Terri freed his non-erect manhood. Simply holding him exhibited the real power of her sexuality. "I know you think we just met. But it’s more to it than that."
“Come back to bed and tell me all about it."
“My man did give me a curfew. I already have to explain how I ripped my thong."
KT, fishing through his jeans, gave her $200. "Tell Yolanda, I said throw you a half zone (half an ounce) of Kush. Wrap it in yo thong, so dude thinks you did it’s for him."
“That makes no sense."
“It’s not supposed to. Either way, you won't be trying to hide it. Now, if you can change into another thong before he notices, then do that instead."
“If he notices, I should say..."
“You put the Kush in yo pussy and accidentally ripped yo thong."
Terri held the front door open. She took one long slurp of his manhood. "Let me finish setting you up."
It is with our passions as it is with fire and water,
they are good servants, but bad masters
-Sir Roger L'Estrange 1616-1704
CHAPTER 21
It is the worst solitude to have no true friendships
-Francis Bacon 1561-1626
Riverside Drive
Ingleside, Norfolk
25 minutes later
The queen-size bed knocking against the wall, the bedsheets were soiled with perspiration. Moans & groans hummed against a long, animalistic kiss. Maxine, sprawled on her stomach, was trapped beneath KT's nakedness. Her hands overtaken by his, she wept in forced acceptance of being ravaged from behind. Consumed by her third orgasm, she surrendered to his long primal stroke. "KT, wait... listen!"
His manhood stalled deep within her. KT spied her cellphone vibrating on top of the dresser. "You think that's her?"
Maxine nodded. “If you want, I can say I never heard the phone ring.”
He quickly climbed from the bed. Giving her the cellphone, once Maxine set it to her face, he resumed his full body mount.
Maxine, struggling to suppress KT again, burying himself deep inside her, took the call. “Hey, Queen.”
"What took you so long to answer?"
“I... I was in the bathroom.”
On his knees, KT spread Maxine’s plump, vanilla crème butt-cheeks. Nibbling her opposite ear, he whispered. “This for lying.”
He pressed his orgasm-lubricated manhood against her tiny anal entrance. Maxine fought against the urge to cry out agonizingly. Forced to continue the phone conversation while he was inside her anus, she said. "Queen, I'm sorry I kept you waiting."
"Do you remember what we discussed earlier?"
KT’s thick masculinity tapping her anal depths, Maxine wailed. "YES, GAWD YES!"
Yolanda snapped. "Put him on the damn phone... NOW!"
KT, with his manhood fully embedded, accepted the cellphone. "Don't kill us."
“I'll deal with you later. Right now, I need that trifling bitch to take care of some business. RIGHT NOW."
The line went dead.
KT sat the cellphone aside. Pulling Maxine to her feet, he cradled her face in his hands. Able to sense her fear, he kissed her. “Just take care of the business. I'll make sure Yolanda shows leniency."
They shared a quick shower. Dressed. With the front door locked, they left everything that took place behind.
Into the chilly, early morning, KT wrapped Maxine in his wool Polo fleece. He was led to a cherry red Mercedes SLK 230 Kompressor. "Yolanda, keep yawl with the finest things."
Maxine used a remote starter; the engine purred. Returning his fleece, she asked. "Knowing how much I care, how come you love making me cry?"
KT, utterly flabbergast, replied. "Outside of our fight earlier, when did I ever intentionally make you cry? Besides Yolanda’s occasional reeducation."
Disheartened, Maxine refused his embrace. "I need to get going."
KT helped her behind the wheel. Stepping aside, he watched the passionate redhead propel the Mercedes down Riverside Drive and out of the area. He went back to the slow dissipating house party. He found Yolanda in the hallway. Intoxicated, she was enjoying a tall, slender man's company.
Yolanda gave the man her business card. She met KT on the dancefloor. Taken into his arms, though Jay-Z's 'Money, Cash, Hoes' drummed, they swayed to their melody. She smooched his mouth. Able to taste faint pheromone amongst his shower freshness, she said. “You taste like adultery."
“Where you send Maxine alone, this time of night?"
“A meeting with somebody working the late shift at the Norfolk Sentara. And don't you dare ask me why."
"My bad for stealing Maxine again."
“First thing tomorrow, come see me so I can whoop that ass." Yolanda was snatched deeper into his arms. “The same way you keep sleeping with Maxine behind my back, people watch how we interact. They see you disrespecting me. They get bright ideas."
KT countered. “Our relationship ours. If somebody gets out of line, handle yo business. You openly sucking up my blueberry Kush clientele. And they know you the only one able to get away with that bullshit. So, imagine what they be saying about me."
“Did you enjoy being with Maxine behind my back?"
"What's up with the dark skin shorty she was with?"
"Who, Terri? She's an old acquaintance."
"Not that old, with her nineteen-year-old ass."
“That didn't stop you and Maxine from using my toys to take her for a roller-coaster ride."
“I'm scared to ask how you even know that."
Yolanda chuckled mischievously. "I'm all places, all the time... Omnipresent."
"If you plan on punishing Maxine, let me do it. Cause she loves you something wicked. Plus, I wanna try a few things out on her.” KT volunteered.
“That red heifer loves anyone who can make her ass cum. I tolerate her insolence only because she doesn't mean to be disrespectful. That's just who she is."
KT looked amongst the house-party patrons then said. "I'on see, fam. I guess all that new ice got him some new lady friends." Privy to Yolanda's sudden uneasiness, he pulled her into his whisper. "What you not telling me? Did something happen while I was gone?"
“You know all about the neighborhood talk... Well, some of it’s starting to sink in." She gestured towards the bedroom area. "Our long, not forgotten friend made a show. So, take it all with a grain of salt.”
KT made his way down the hallway. He approached the ajar master bedroom door. Hesitating, he heard an array of familiar voices flinging his name about.
Yolanda took his hand. "Everybody drunk, that's all it is."
"How long this shit been going on?"
“KT, listen to me... People just venting out of frustration. Fake hustlers hate when a real hustler proves everyone else is faking."
Pushing the door open, KT stepped into the room. The conversation suddenly lightened. He afforded the plethora of neighborhood hustlers a mere glance. He wasn’t surprised to find an ailing, left arm & right leg cast, blue bandana flagging Ski-Beau. The man was occupying a loveseat with two scantily clad Insane Gangsta Crip females.
Dynamo holding an open bottle of Moet & Chandon, occupied a recliner. Candace was seated on the left recliner arm; an unfamiliar beauty sat on the right arm. Both women were nibbling Dynamo’s earlobes.
KT snickered derisively. "I get why these quarter gangstas in here speaking on me like broads, but you ace."
Dynamo removed the women from the recliner's arms. Staggering to his feet, he returned. "Ya just rode by while me and Candace took the fall." Referencing the Fox Hall Quarters Apartments police raid. "Real niggaz would've done something."
“So, the life sentence I would've got banging my ratchet at Poe-9, worth me proving I keep it trill? Over some fucking smoke."
“Ya could've done something besides peeling off like some scared ass mark."
“Ace, you sound like Ski-Beau." KT glared at the pompous Insane Gangsta Crip OG-loc. "Yo, broken body ass couldn't recruit us, now you trying to drive a wedge. If I don’t know better, that's shit bitches do when they trying to fuck they stick-girl man.”
Several Insane Gangsta Crips leaped to their feet.
KT held firm against the handicapped numbers. Inconspicuously flexing his lower back against his concealed 40 caliber Glock, he fired off at the gang members. "I wish yawl bitch made gangstas would try something.''
Ski-Beau's raised hand defused the primed altercation. Once his IGC locs fell back, he chimed in. "KT, ya beef ain't wit IGC."
“Yawl the ones popping off in this bitch."
“Batman needs to tell Robin to repeat some of that shit he was yapping."
Yolanda stopped Honey just outside the doorway. She stepped inside and interjected. "Everyone here from Ingleside... at least the majority. And we all know certain things come with the hustle. Haters always trying to tear you down, criminal charges. If you’re a part of this world, cherish the good, overcome the bad."
Drunkenly Dynamo spat. "Who the fuck asked you!"
Honey charged into the room. "Hold up bitch! You got the right one now!"
Candace, eyeing the iron-willed blond charged. "I have been waiting for the chance to bust yo trailer park ass."
KT pulled Honey towards the doorway. Addressing Candace, he said. "Me and you always been good, so keep it trill... What's ace problem with me?"
Dynamo stood so close, KT felt the heat from his alcohol-scented breath. "Don't ask her. Ask me."
“Okay, I'm asking."
“MY blueberry Kush trap spot was a gold mine. While I'm in that bitch surrounded by Poe-9, you off somewhere doing some fucking cupid shit."
“YO trap spot... wow." KT absorbing the stare of gleeful instigators just shook his head. "You gotta be stupid drunk if you think taking credit for a trap spot something to be proud of."
“Every time I look back, I see the underhanded shit you tried to pull. The more I think about it, the more I see you as a foul ass nigga."
“Ace, look around. These dudes in here gossiping like bitches, don't mean you any good. These the same clowns who didn't even want us out here. Now you high-siding with they hating asses."
Dynamo eyed KT evilly. “While me and Candace were under arrest being fucking interrogated bout yo ass, you were putting a ring on that bitch finger. How you feel knowing she sucked my dick when we were in Ocean City." A blinding, overhand left slamming into his temple sent Dynamo sliding across the carpet.
Partygoers in awed silence. KT’s fiery glare daring Candace to get involved, he watched his semi-conscious friend struggle to regain his bearings. "Everything I did for you, yo ass think you can talk to me like I'm one of these pussies in here!"
Yolanda pulled an irate KT towards the doorway. "KT, Dynamo... you two are friends. Friends argue and sometimes even come to blows. That doesn't mean you stop being friends."
Dynamo woozy, unable to fully regain a proper footing, collapsed in the recliner. “You... jus__.”
"After all the drama we have been through together. All the bread we stacked, you in here spitting on my name like I tried to play you outta pocket." KT shot back. "You the only dude out this bitch I ever called a friend. I never once disrespected you or yours."
Yolanda approached the recliner. "Dynamo, the first rule, always honor those who do for you. Everything you got because of KT... If not for him, you never would've been able to do what you been doing."
Candace spat. "You taking up for KT... He ain't nothing but a fucking lil dick trick."
KT laughed derisively. "Says the bitch who probably sucked every dick this side of the Potomac River."
Yolanda heard enough. "Nobody fighting in my spot or on my block. So, don't even think about it. Dynamo, you're too toasted to even stand. When you sober up, you and KT welcome to handle your problems like men." She glared at the gleeful Ski-Beau. "Since some of you so-called Gs like putting batteries in people's backs, get the fuck out."
No one budged.
Honey drew a 380 caliber, Browning semi-automatic. She engaged the hammer-slide, chambering a round, then said. "Make her repeat it."
The house-partygoers filing out of the residence, Candace helped a drunken, wobbly-legged Dynamo to his Lincoln Navigator. The house party over, Yolanda returned to the bedroom to find KT sitting in the recliner. With a Moet & Chandon bottle to his mouth, he gulped down the champagne as if it were water.
Yolanda pried the bottle away from him. "'Listen and listen good... You just saw the real Dynamo."
"I'm still trying to figure out what happened."
"He’s your friend. He also resents the fact you made things happen for him."
"I made moves we both benefited from."
"Perception is reality. And Dynamo’s perception says different. Either way, that's his thorn. In his eyes, everybody saw him as your worker."
KT replied. "We ate together. No one worked for no one."
"Dynamo and Candace, the only ones arrested inside the trap spot, does seem like he was working for you."
"He wanted to run it. I said, let's find some youngins to do the day-to-day. He insisted on doing it himself cause of the bread that was coming in. His shit was all profit. All he had to do was bag up and answer the damn door."
“That's beside the point. We all see things differently. That's how the haters convinced Dynamo to see it." Yolanda, unlocking the closet door, unveiled a 13-inch monitor situated on the middle shelf. Remote control in hand, she rewound some captured footage. "This should explain why Dynamo had so much animosity."
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