One Hustler's World

by Nikita Stewart

  Crime expands according to our willingness to put up with it

  -Barry Farber 1859-1930

  CHAPTER 25

  He who endeavor to control the mind by force

  is a tyrant, and he who submits is a slave

  -Robert G. Ingersoll 1879

  Sherwood Forest

  Sherwood Road, Norfolk

  9:30 pm

  KT pulled his raven black Oldsmobile Ciera behind a cherry red Mercedes Benz SLK 230 Kompressor. He stepped out, holding a near-empty bottle of Grey Goose. He plucked his cigarillo roach aside. He made his way into a chilly night. Finishing off his vodka, he placed the bottle along the curb and stepped onto the appropriate porch. KT rang the doorbell. Minutes later, Samantha welcomed him inside.

  He admired the way a maple wood, Stella McCartney satin evening gown, and platinum four-inch stilettoes hugged her voluptuous curves. He took her into his welcoming hug. Playfully twirling her long, thick curled, brunette hair, he kissed her on the cheek. “Real talk, you look amazing.”

  “I have a business dinner date with a client.”

  “Yolanda business?”

  “Is there any other kind?” Samantha grabbed her car keys. “Before you ask, she’s in the back. And whatever’s on that perverted brain, keep it out of my room.”

  KT, watching her exit the apartment turned towards the pitter-patter of approaching footsteps. He hid in the living room corner. Once Maxine emerged, he snatched her into his arms. Inhaling her peach soap shower freshness, he ogled her black lace panties & matching halter-top adorn. Her curly, red hair tied back accentuated her large, brown eyes sparkling against his lascivious gaze.

  Maxine smelled a faint mixture of alcohol, marijuana, and wintergreen Tic-Tacs on his breath. She leaned away from his kiss attempt. Prying his arms from around her waist, she asked him. “What’s going on?”

  “I had to see you.”

  “You’re drunk.”

  KT, pressing her against the wall, kneeled before her.

  Maxine, panties forcibly pulled to the side, caressed the head now between her thighs. She rode the wave of his feasting upon her honeypot. His slurping upon her clitoris sent jolts of ecstasy streaking throughout her femininity.

  KT's lips drenched in her natural nectar, he was prevented from collapsing her lace panties completely. “You know goodness well you’on need these for a while.”

  Dumbfounded, Maxine pulled him back to his feet. “What’s the matter? And don’t you dare say something stupid.”

  “I couldn’t get you off my mind.”

  “KT, just stop it... we saw each other for the last three days. So that’s five times this week alone. We’ve never had this much contact unless something was wrong. Just get it off your chest.” She led him into her bedroom. Seating on her queen size bed, she eyed him sternly. “I’m still waiting.”

  KT, removing his jacket, took a seat beside her and said. “I meant to ask you what Yolanda did to you when you got back after the house party was over?”

  She fanned away lustful flames. “I came so much, I lost count at fifteen. All night, all morning long. When she was done with me, I slept for almost eighteen hours.”

  “Reeducation.”

  “Sometimes Yolanda thinks she needs to remind me who I belong to. Unlike someone I know, who goes home to his fiancée every night.”

  “Remember the night we doubled up on Terri that first time?”

  Maxine leaped to her feet. “That reminds me__.”

  KT pulled her onto his lap and suckled her mouth. “Whatever you needed to say, it better wait.”

  Maxine sat on his lap. Her arms around his neck, she asked him. “What about the night we handcuffed Terri? You wanna do it again?”

  “After she left, you asked me how come I love making you cry. But you never told me how I be making you cry.”

  “I was just venting. Thanks for caring enough to remember, but I’m past it.”

  KT tossed her on the bed. On top of her, he held her hands against the mattress. He studied by the way her breasts heaved with every deep breath. “Tell me what you meant when you said I love making you cry.”

  Maxine spoke about always being the last to know everything. Yolanda and KT converse with Honey & Samantha about matters she can only eavesdrop upon.

  KT took her face in his hands. Fiddling with her cheeks, he replied. “I know it seems like all we do is sleep around, but I see you as so much more. You’re my sexy red. You easy to be around, you make me feel appreciated, plus you taste super good.”

  Maxine sulked. “See, you’re doing it again. Everything comes back to us and sex.”

  “I don’t talk to you about the things me, Honey, Samantha, and Yolanda talk about because I don’t want you involved in any of it. Our talk almost always involves illegal shit. We all accept the risks that come with this life. We all love you so much, no way you getting involved. Because just knowing about certain crimes can make you a co-conspirator.”

  Maxine asked. “You don’t speak to me about that stuff because you care?’

  “Because I love.” KT corrected her.

  “You love me or what we do?”

  “What’s wrong with loving both?”

  Maxine slithered from underneath him. She removed her halter-top. Tauntingly fondling her breasts, she purred. “Tell me you love more than what’s on the outside.”

  “Let me see all of it, so I can decide.”

  Maxine undressed. Treasuring KT’s jaw-dropping leer, she spread her legs. Left hand caressing her womanhood, Maxine eased her middle finger inside herself. Masturbating to the harmony of his pant, she licked sweat beads from the tip of his nose. “Since you can’t decide which one you love more, don’t touch me. At least not until I say so.”

  KT was forced to watch while the majestic redhead flung herself into the climatic abyss. He was awed by the moisture soaking her left hand. Maxine’s three-finger masturbation morphed her alluring sneer into an unrecognizable blur.

  KT whined. “Damn, you made your point. Now stop doing this to me!”

  “Time for you to be reeducated.” Maxine standing between his legs, propped her left leg on his thigh. Her orgasm nectar-soaked fingers tracing his lips, she allowed him to lick them clean. “You sorry for making me cry?”

  “Yo ass about to make me do it.” KT, prevented from kissing her womanhood, settled for her pubic hairs instead.

  Maxine allowing KT to lick her inner thighs, pressed his face upon her honeypot. Purring from the excellence of his tongue lapping her womanly folds, she snatched his head back and asked. “If you love me like you claim, how come you always let Yolanda decide what we do?”

  “Would you leave her for me?”

  “No.”

  “Now you know why.” KT hoist her into the air.

  Maxine pressed against the wall was flung into an aggressive kiss. She whimpered from being lowered onto his engorged manhood. Her loins pulsating along his delving thickness; She was bounced against his long animalistic stroke. She cried out. “Listen... LISTEN!”

  KT, with his masculinity fully embedded, heard a doorbell chime in the distance. “Whoever it is will come back if it’s important.”

  “She would’ve come all this way for nothing.” Maxine suckled his mouth. “Let me go get our young yoni.”

  KT set her feet back on the carpet. Putting his boxers on, he watched Maxine grab her bathrobe then leave the bedroom. A minute later, she returned. Stepping off to the side, she allowed their late-arriving visitor to make a slow appearance.

  Kate Spade handbag. Red Mychael Knight mini cocktail dress. Black six-inch Manolo Blahnik heels accentuated an erotic sashay. Terri stepped into the room. She prevented KT from standing. Terri placed her handbag on the floor, at the foot of the bed. Standing between his legs, she asked. “How come we keep forgetting to fuck and flee?”

  He countered. “Tonight, all we doing is fucking. That way, we can flee until the next time. Then the time after that.”r />
  Terri kissed him. Their mouths conquering while being conquered, she grabbed his crotch. Pleased by the throbbing bulge, she pulled Maxine to her. “You miss me too?”

  “Don’t I need a reason to?”

  Terri, untying Maxine’s bathrobe, ogled the vanilla crème beauty before her. She licked Maxine’s stomach then smooched her breasts. Her tongue coursed along Maxine’s neck and chin. Terri was taken into an impassioned lesbian kiss, purred from Maxine groping her backside. She collapsed Maxine’s bathrobe then said. “Let me watch him pulverize you.”

  KT, bewildered, eyed the dark chocolate bombshell skeptically. “Since when you prefer to play the sidelines? And where are you coming from dressed like a damn Rockette?”

  “Dinner with my asshole man.”

  “Dude, let you just leave dressed like that?”

  “I run our shit, I’m Lord.”

  “Baby Girl, get serious and save that bullshit for the squares and lames.”

  Terri pulled KT to his feet and placed his hands on her backside. “Squeeze.” His squeezing her large, pillow-soft butt-cheeks privy him to the power of her sexuality. Kissing his cheek, she whispered. “I run our shit too.”

  Maxine interjected. “Terri, he’s right... why just watch when we always put you first?”

  “I like the way you two move. Sometimes I envy how you know everything about each other.”

  KT took her into his arms. Raising her chin, he gazed into her large, dark eyes. Something was afoot. Caressing Terri’s cheek, he noticed her faint wince. Before, she wore little if any makeup. Yet today, she wore at least double any previous amount.

  Terri cut KT off before he could speak. “Don’t take it there. All I wanna do is enjoy myself without all the fucking counseling.”

  “Baby Girl, I get what you’re saying. But before the nights over, we having that talk. “I can’t make you accept my help. Just know, whenever you ready, I’ll make sure you can. And we both know what I’m talking about.”

  Baffled, Terri sat on the mattress edge. Allowing KT to step to her, she removed his boxers. Stroking his semi-erect manhood, Terri relishes the warm blood rushing into his fast-maturing shaft. She took him into her mouth, to the back of her throat. Terri quickly relented. She looked at Maxine. “Take him back, will ya?”

  KT tickled Terri’s nose. Elated by the dark chocolate beauty’s strained smirk, he said. “Baby Girl, you’re worth being treated like a queen because you are. Even if you don’t know it.”

  “You want the job?”

  “If I wasn’t already taken.”

  “Me and Maxine, and wifey, if she wants to... we can all share the job.”

  “I thought that’s what yawl was already doing.”

  An interjecting Maxine kissed Terri. “Now, who being selfish.” Climbing back onto the bed, she got onto her knees and elbows. Wiggling her plump, vanilla crème buttock tauntingly, she whined. “Can somebody please do something to make me scream?”

  Terri climbed onto the bed. On her back, she slithered underneath Maxine’s pelvis. She slowly lowered Maxine’s womanhood upon her mouth. Lightly trimmed pubic hairs tickled her nose. Terri’s jaw aching from the slightest movement, carefully she feasts upon Maxine.

  Purring euphorically, Maxine swayed along Terri’s suckle. Added weight moving across the bed, she gasps from her buttocks being seized. Maxine, leering back, ogled KT taking her from behind.

  Terri feasting upon Maxine’s clitoris, her womanhood was stuffed by KT’s long stroking thickness. Gripping the bedsheets, she cried out. “Oh gawd, this insane! Yawl can’t do this to me!”

  Terri underneath the lovers, every time KT delves Maxine’s feminine depths, she suckled his scrotum. Every time he withdrew, she suckled Maxine’s clitoris. KT, unable to withstand the ecstasy of both women, retreated. Pulling Terri from underneath the orgasming Maxine, he licked the moisture from her lips.

  He noticed her faint wince. He sat on the edge of the bed and said. “Real talk, Baby Girl, around us, you can breathe easy. You don’t have to join in if you not up for it. We accept you as is. No expectations, no letdowns.”

  Terri filled the room with her brilliant, warmth emitting smile. “You make me sick, Mr. Gotta-be-Pussy Whupped by every chick you slay.”

  “I enjoy making the women in my life happy. Ms. Can’t leave Her Ass-Kicking Boyfriend. Even for a sexier man with a better pipe game.”

  Maxine climbed from the bed. She stood alongside Terri, then she bent over. Cue taken, KT took his rightful place behind her. Squeezing into her vanilla crème utopia, he led Terri’s index finger into Maxine’s anus. Both palming a plump buttock, their synchronized strokes flung the wailing redhead into multiple orgasms.

  Terri recognizing his surrendering howl, pulled KT out of Maxine and took him into her mouth. Her jaws stretched by his expanding thickness, she snatched her face back and pulled Maxine down alongside her. KT rapidly jerking his manhood, howling into the climatic abyss, splashed Maxine with so much semen it soaked her from her forehead to her chin.

  Terri, floored with astonishment, shoved KT in the chest. “Punk, how you know that’s what I wanted to see?”

  Interjecting, Maxine said. “Because we know you.”

  Once the semen-soaked Maxine hobbled from the bedroom, Terri hoists her mini cocktail dress around her waist; she removed her G-string. A shower running in the distance, Terri spat. “I know what you’re about to say, so don’t dare say it.”

  KT put his hands up in mock surrender. “That’s yo choice, so be it.”

  “Lay at the foot of the bed.”

  “Why?”

  “Really? Is that too much to ask?”

  KT laid at the foot of the bed. Terri straddling him cowgirl style, he pulled her down into his kiss. Their tongues jockeying for suckle dominance, she swayed along KT’s resurgent thickness. As one, they settled into the excellence of their lovemaking.

  KT ogled how her snug, pinkish folds tugged along his dark shaft. Trapping Terri on top of him, he unleashed a fierce upstroke. He groaned. “Baby Girl, stop letting the dude hurt you!”

  “Mmmm... make me yours.”

  “Damn, I wish I could.”

  Terri was one with his fully embedded manhood filling her with his strength. She laid down atop his nakedness. His heartbeat hummed against her ear. Exhausted, she asked. “Why you never fuck me hard?”

  “Baby Girl, just talk to me.”

  Terri fed him her succulent mounds. She was taken by his experienced nibble/suckle blend. Her left hand squeezing her own buttock, she jammed her index and middle fingers into her anus. Seconds later, her sensual sway morphed into an animalistic bounce. “My gawd, KT hate me, hate me too! Treat me like he do!”

  KT trapped underneath the demonically entranced beauty, didn’t know what to think. “Shit, Baby Girl, what the fuck you doing!”

  Terri’s aggressive kiss attacking his mouth, she choked off his oxygen. His pelvis under siege; he tried but couldn’t stop her. KT was taken aback by her extending beyond the edge of the bed. Gripping her buttocks, he overpowered her demonic bounce. Forcing Terri to slow down, he pulled her back onto the bed.

  Sweat and tear splashed against his chest, KT held onto her. “Baby Girl, I’m here... all you gotta do is let me help you.”

  Terri snatched away from him. Her tears pouring from eyes darkened by eternity-long despair, she sat upright. Her left hand against his chest, Terri wept from the sight of KT’s horrified bewilderment. She aimed a small, black, semi-automatic at his face and said. “This for that bitch.”

  “Huh, who? BabyGirldon’t!” KT, frozen in terror, watched her index finger constrict around the trigger. The firing pin impacting the chambered round, an explosive discharge engulfed the apartment...

  ∗

  Waverly Way

  Villa Heights, Norfolk

  90 seconds earlier

  Angel returned home from her 4th consecutive eleven-hour workday. Happy to be the Assistant Manager of Con
sumer Information for Nations Bank's downtown Norfolk branch, Angel sometimes longed for her previous position's simplicity. She pulled her Pontiac Grand Prix along the curb. Angel placed her Feather & Fin restaurant bag on her lap. She devoured several potato wedges and a fried chicken wing. Just as Angel touched her driver's door handle, the door was snatched open.

  She was snatched from behind the wheel. Chicken dinners meant for her & KT flung about, she was thrown against the vehicle. Large, hate-consumed eyes pierced her soul. Angel trembled from the massive, light brown complexioned man towering over her. "P..."

  "Thought you could hide forever, didn't you bitch!" He drew a pearl handle, 44 Magnum Desert Eagle. He jammed the hand cannon against her ribs. With deliberate slowness, he reached between her thighs and squeezed her crotch. Harmonizing to Angel's sob, he forced his lips upon hers. His tongue barreling into her mouth, he placed his handgun barrel underneath her chin. "Why the fuck you take so long? I have been out here all day waiting forever for you to get here."

  Angel wept. "P, please, don't do this."

  “Don't do what, this?" He squeezed her womanhood so tight his knuckles ached. "Who gives a fuck bout you bitch! Not yo bamma ass fiancé! He busy chasing pussy!"

  Angel slapped him.

  The man grabbed her face grabbed. She was thrown against her Pontiac with enough force to knock the oxygen from her lungs. The man caught her mid-collapse. He jammed his handgun against her cheek and spat. "Stupid, thieving, dick-eating hoe, this says I call the shots."

  “Somebody hel__.."

  The man slammed his hand over her mouth, silencing her scream. He whispered. "Dick stealing bitch. You owe me, and I'm collecting with interest. I already looked around, so__."