by Amour
There was a bar above our heads. I grabbed ahold of it and lifted myself up, managing to do an acrobatic split on top of him. He began to lick his lips and rub on my body. After I straddled him and started sucking on his neck, he untied my top and exposed my titties. He grabbed one and starting sucking away. After a little bit of that, he whispered in my ear.
“I’m ready.”
I was confused. What the hell was he ready for? So I asked, “For what?” I was still grinding on him at this point.
“To fuck you,” he stated, as if I should have known.
I said, “Okay.”
He told the driver to take us to his mansion. As we headed to his mansion, which stood by the water, he continued licking on me and fingering me. He repeatedly told me how ready he was to fuck me. As bad as I wanted to fuck him, I was growing tired of him telling me that. I figured it was the liquor talking.
We pulled up to a gated community. He rolled his window down and punched in a code. The gates slowly opened. We turned down a few streets, and then we were pulling up to a big-ass white house. We came to a complete stop. Ten seconds later the limo driver opened the door for us. I followed Face’s lead and headed to the house.
Chapter 17
When we got inside his home, we went directly to the first bedroom to our right. There was a huge round bed with satin Fendi sheets and mirrors on the ceiling. There was a pole across from the bed, with a light shining down on it. I decided to jump on it and show him a thing or two. Where my pole game skills came from, I had no idea. Angel knew nothing about climbing a pole.
I climbed the pole, and I slid down with my feet above my head. He sat down on the bed with his half-empty bottle of Henny in his hand. The more tricks I did, the hornier he got. He eventually told me to just come over and get in the bed. I did so. He took his clothes off and leaned back. He handed me a condom, and I put it on his dick. Being that I was dressed in a crotchless outfit, I decided to just mount him.
I began riding him, and he immediately started smacking my ass. I wasn’t used to getting my ass smacked within a minute of fucking, but I went along with the flow. He grabbed my titties and nibbled on them one at a time. I loved the feeling. We changed positions and went straight to doggy style. He spread my ass cheeks and starting grinding his dick inside of me. I gripped the sheets and bit them at the same time. His dick game was on point. He grabbed a fistful of my hair as he sped up his pace. I tried to run, because he was just too much for me. Again, he smacked my ass.
“Where you going? Throw that shit back.” He smacked my ass again.
After a while, I felt like he was trying to prove a point, or maybe that was just how he fucked. He pulled his dick out and flipped me around. I looked in his eyes, and it was Mike. He got up off the bed and went into another room. When he came back, he had some handcuffs and a bottle of champagne. He set them both down on the nightstand that was right next to where my head was lying.
I figured Mike was trying to kidnap me or maybe kill me. I refused to let him kill me. I had to do something and quick! I looked out the window. It was still dark. My eyes roamed to the TV stand, and I noticed a small black object sitting on it. It had a red light, but I couldn’t see exactly what it was.
He handed me the handcuffs and then slid his dick back inside of me. He was giving me all he had as his balls slapped up against my ass. I clenched the cuffs tightly, and then I laid them on the bed. I watched him closely. He was too busy fucking the daylights out of me to even notice my movements.
I started fake moaning. “Yes, Daddy, right there,” I said as I inched my hand to the champagne bottle. “Take this pussy.” When the bottle was finally in my hand, I lifted it over my head and cracked him upside the head.
He fell over, unconscious.
I got up and handcuffed his left wrist to the handle of the nightstand. I searched the room for something to finish this bastard off with. I threw everything he had on and the bottle into the bedroom closet. I made sure to put it on a shelf that was down on the floor so that no one could see it. I stumbled upon something. I picked it up and stared at it. A revolver.
“Hmm, now look here,” I said to the gun. I left the closet and headed back to Mike. He was still out cold. I flipped his body over so that he was facing the ceiling.
“I always loved you, Mike, I really did, but it was like you took my love for granted,” I confessed, with the gun aimed at his dick. I pulled the trigger. Pow! His body jerked, and mine did too. Blood seeped from his dick.
Now I knew he would never be able to fuck anyone else. I still wasn’t satisfied.
“Where is she?” I screamed. I sat down on the bed and pressed the gun against his head. “Where the fuck is she!” I knew I wouldn’t get an answer out of him, but I still expected one.
I stood up and aimed the gun right in the middle of his forehead and pulled the trigger again. He was better dead than alive. I backed away from him, until my back was up against the wall. I slid down and started crying.
It was our last day in Miami, and we decided that we would go to a club instead of working at KOD. We all decided to try Club Mansion, since it was the most popular club to be in. They said the club had at least eight dance floors, and I wanted to see if that was true.
We were watching BET while taking turns showering. The news came on and interrupted our show. “Breaking news. Here in South Beach, Florida, rapper and music mogul Anthony Face Hudson was murdered in his own home yesterday. Officials are unsure who did this hideous crime, but his limo driver said he last saw the rapper with a dancer from the top strip club King of Diamonds. So far that is all we know,” a short, black-haired lady said.
We all sat there quietly, and when I searched the room with my eyes, Beautyful and Chelsea were staring at me. Their expressions told me that they felt I did it . . . but I didn’t. I hadn’t even known the man was dead.
“Crystal, what the fuck is going on? Seriously.” Chelsea had fear all over her face.
I shook my head, because I honestly didn’t have a clue. I couldn’t believe that they would think that I was capable of killing someone.
“Somebody is trying to set me up,” I cried. My eyes were full of tears. I was innocent, and here they were, sitting here and judging me. I had no proof that I didn’t kill him, but they had no proof that I did. I did remember leaving the club with him and fucking him in his bed, but that was all.
“You need to let us know what really happened. I mean, let us know so that we can help you,” Chelsea begged.
I could tell she was scared of me. Hell, I was scared of me too. Did I really kill him and Jeremy, or was someone trying to frame me? I just didn’t know who would want to do this to me.
“Chelsea, I don’t know,” I said, scared about how this would all turn out.
“We need to leave before they come find you and take you down for questioning,” Beautyful suggested, facing in Chelsea’s direction.
Chelsea nodded her head, agreeing with her.
We gathered all of our things and reserved a taxi to pick us up within the next hour. Here I was, running again. We left out hotel room and took the elevator down, and on our way out to the taxi, we noticed three police officers in the lobby. They were talking to the lady at the front desk. My heart sank, and I knew for sure I’d been caught this time.
We all engaged in a conversation so as not to seem suspicious or scared. We passed the officers safely and were out the door. The receptionist handed the police a room key, and they headed over to the elevators. We jumped in the first taxi we saw.
“To the Fort Lauderdale airport please,” Beautyful directed.
The older black man looked in his mirror and smiled at us.
“Perv,” Chelsea mumbled as we pulled off.
As I sat between the two of them, I felt like a convict trying to get to the border of Mexico. I couldn’t believe I was at this point in my life again. Where could I have gone wrong?
The ride to Fort Lauderdale took almost a
n hour. They both fell asleep. I was afraid that we were going to get pulled over, and I didn’t want to be asleep when that happened. It seemed like every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jeremy’s dead body covered in blood.
I missed my little sister and Omar dearly. Damn, I couldn’t believe Omar had let Chelsea’s funky ass dance all over him. I kind of wondered if I would ever see him again. I prayed I would, that is, if I didn’t wind up in jail first. My mind was all over the place. I tried not to think negatively, but I couldn’t help it in this situation. My phone vibrated in my hand. It was Cliff. He hadn’t called me this entire trip, and now, all of a sudden, he was calling. I decided not to answer.
When we pulled up to the airport, I shook them until they woke up. We paid the driver and grabbed our bags out of the car. I decided to leave my overnight bag behind, afraid that if I didn’t get rid of that penis and knife, I would get busted in the metal detector. We got in line and waited to check our bags. My phone vibrated again. This time it vibrated a little lighter. That let me know that I had a text message.
I’m going to kill you, it read.
It was from Cliff. I instantly got the chills. I figured he was home and wondering where I was. I didn’t answer, so there was no telling where he thought I could be. I was digging myself into a deeper hole by the minute.
As we got closer to the scale to weigh our luggage, I saw two familiar faces. I had to zoom in with my eyes, because they had to be playing tricks on me. The two individuals were accompanied by a little girl who appeared to be four or five years old.
Mike and Nicole walked past me, and then they stopped. My mouth hit the floor. This bitch was sleeping with my man. Mike looked the same. Nothing had changed about him. Nicole looked the same, too, except for the fact that she had gained a little bit of weight over the years.
“Nicole, when did you two start dating?” I questioned.
“Excuse me? Do we know you?”
“Angel.”
“Angel?” Nicole asked, as if she wasn’t really sure it was me or not. I wanted to spit on this trifling bitch. If looks could kill, they would both be good as dead.
Chelsea grabbed my arm to stop me from walking up to them.
Beautyful whispered in my ear. “Your name is Crystal,” she reminded me. I was upset that I had almost forgot I was a wanted woman.
“No. Sorry,” I replied. The tears welled up in my eyes. Seeing my first love and one of my good friends together like they were a couple was heartbreaking. Nicole gave me a look that told me she thought that I was crazy. I was at a loss for words. No words could justify how I felt, anyway, so I kept quiet. Another tear dropped from my eye.
“Who was that?” Chelsea asked. She was concerned.
I wiped my eyes and shook my head. They were nobody, and I had to remember that. I walked up to the scale to weigh my bag. If only this scale could weigh my heart, I was sure it weighed a hundred pounds more than normal.
Walking out of prison a free man after all those years was going to feel refreshing to Albert. It would be a weird feeling to be free to roam without someone telling him that he was going too far.
Porsha was sitting in her Honda Civic, awaiting Albert’s release. She was happier than a little kid in a candy store. She had life figured out. She and Albert would get married and live happily after ever. Little did she know, Albert had no intention of being with her. He was determined to find Sarah and try to rekindle those old flames.
He said his good-byes to his fellow inmates, spoke a few harsh words to the guards, and walked through the gate and into the lobby. He walked up to the front desk with the glass wall in front of it. A younger Caucasian woman sat inside the enclosure.
“I need my stuff, lady. Albert Christopher Jacobs.” He began hitting the glass with his hand.
“I heard you,” she said as she entered his name into the computer. She went to retrieve his belongings and came back with a midsize orange envelope that read INMATE #30-6714. She quickly slid the glass window open and handed it to him, then quickly shut the window.
He looked inside the envelope and realized he didn’t have shit worth keeping. Inside, there was a set of keys and three hundred dollars. He knew the keys held no value, so he threw them away, then pocketed the money and walked out the door.
He knew his young thing would be sitting outside waiting for him as he’d instructed. He had it all figured out. He would use her up until she had nothing left. She was a pawn to him, and he was sure she could lead him to his checkmate.
He smiled as he got closer to the car. She was all smiles. She was excited, horny, and ready for whatever. She embraced him, and he picked her up off of the ground and spun her around. She kissed his neck and told him how much she had missed him.
“I missed you too,” he told her. He went around to the driver’s side and opened the car door for her. She was swept off of her feet already. A guy had never opened a door for her. He closed it behind her and went over and got in on the passenger’s side. She was beyond happy. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
He looked at her and shook his head in pity. She was so naive. She kind of reminded him of his baby mama, Teresa, in terms of how easily convinced they both were. He loved nothing more than to have a strong woman with a strong mind.
“I need you to take me somewhere, but first I need to go get a shovel,” he told her, thinking about that money he had hidden years ago. He prayed that it was still there and that he still remembered where he’d buried it.
Porsha hoped he wasn’t getting the shovel to bury Angel. He had just gotten out, and she was certain that Angel could never have made him that mad. He had just gotten out of jail and was already dying to go right back. She hoped and prayed that Cliff had everything straight on his end. She hadn’t talked to him in almost a month.
She stopped at the Home Depot so that Albert could purchase a shovel. This day was not going how she had envisioned it. She had thought that they were going to go out to eat and then go home and go at it like rabbits, but he was only thinking about himself. She should have known that he was just like the rest of them. While she waited in the car for him to return, she decided to call Cliff to see how things were with him and Angel.
“Yo,” Cliff answered after the second ring.
“How are things?” she asked, getting straight to the point.
Cliff was fed up with Angel’s disobedient ass. He was ready to kill her himself. He had a terrible anger problem, for which he had sought out help years ago. She was making it worse. He truly cared about her, but when Juice, Face’s limo driver, called him and told him that he had just dropped Angel and Face off at his mansion, Cliff was infuriated. She’d been too busy being a ho to realize that Juice was the same man who had driven them around when he came to Chicago. Cliff had sent Juice a picture of Angel’s transformation after her surgery. Juice already knew that she was Cliff’s alleged girlfriend, and he and Face thought it would get Cliff off his high horse, if Face seduced her.
Cliff had sworn up and down that his girl was in North Carolina with his sister, but after Juice sent him a picture of the King of Diamonds flyer featuring Angel, Chelsea, and Beautyful, he knew no lie was being told. He really wanted to fly to Miami and beat her ass on the stage, but he couldn’t have the media in his business.
He had never thought Angel was the type, but with Chelsea in her ear, she was good as gone. Juice had even said that he had one of their boys set up a camera because they were on their way to Face’s house. Cliff’s blood had boiled over when he heard this news. Whether he saw the video or not, he was going to beat Angel nearly to death, not because she cheated, but because she had embarrassed him.
With that in mind, he simply said, “It’s going.”
“Well, Albert is out. I don’t know when he wants to get his hands on her, but I’m sure it’ll be sooner rather than later,” Porsha said with certainty.
“Okay, cool. Just see when he’s talking, and leave the rest to me.” Cliff was
going to beat Angel’s ass before she was laid to rest. He had never let a bitch get away with making him look stupid, and he wasn’t going to start. Here he was, housing this ungrateful criminal, and she was giving him her ass to kiss.
He hung up his phone and flicked the TV on. He had been sitting on the couch, looking at the TV screen for over an hour. He’d flown home from Vegas early, after hearing the news about Angel. The information had really affected him. He’d told himself he didn’t love her, but if he didn’t, why was he hurt? Love was pain, and he was going to love the pain he made Angel feel.
As we landed, I was praying that Cliff was not home. I already knew what the repercussions would be like. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Chelsea’s dumb ass, because she sure as hell wasn’t going to help me or get him off of me when he attacked me.
The drive home seemed to have flown past. Before I knew it, we were pulling up to the house. I prolonged getting out of the car. As I held on to my bags, I dragged my feet to the door. Chelsea and Beautyful were in the house at least ten minutes before I got there.
When I walked through the door, Cliff was standing at the foot of the stairs with a belt in his hand. I wanted to turn back around and run until my feet went numb. I didn’t want to take my bags upstairs, nor did I want to get my ass beat in front of them. I looked at Chelsea, who was sitting in the living room. She mouthed the word sorry. Sorry wasn’t going to change anything.
I decided to face him and get it over with. As I passed him, he gave me an evil look. He followed me up the stairs, saying anything that came to his mind. I got butterflies in my stomach. I figured this wasn’t going to go as planned.
I walked slowly into the bedroom, and he pushed me, trying to help me speed up the process. I turned around and slapped him with my bag. He stumbled and fell down, and then I tried to run past him. He grabbed me and threw me to the floor. I knew I was dead.
The belt had fallen from his hand when I hit him with my luggage. He stood up and picked it up. He wrapped it around his fist and started beating me with the buckle. I balled up in a fetal position. The hits pierced my skin as the buckle landed and left welts. I screamed and I cried, but I knew he didn’t care about me. At that moment I wished I was in jail. At least I would have been safe from him.