Queen Diamonds

by Noire

  Ha-chuu! Ha-chuu!

  That sneaky-ass sucka! Jewelz hissed under her breath as she frowned at the gnawed down steak bones sitting at the top of the open trash.

  That dirty ass dick-swinger!

  Jewelz knew exactly who had been up in Slick’s crib sucking on a fuckin cow bone and getting treated to a little candlelight dinner for two! She bet that wasn’t the only bone that bitch had been sucking on too!

  She sneezed again violently as the perfume particles tickled her sinuses. Jewelz couldn’t see straight and she damn sure couldn’t think. The only thing on her mind was the incredible fact that Slick had actually been with that bitch and brought her to his crib!

  Pain flooded her heart as Jewelz sniffed the air deeply, hoping like hell she was wrong. Hoping that there was some other explanation for what her heart already knew.

  But then she sneezed again.

  Haaa-chuuu!

  Jewelz shook her head as her sinuses burned and tears sprung to her eyes. She was like a bloodhound and her nose never lied. That bitch had been up in there. The truth was right there in the air to be smelled.

  Jewelz’s heart crumpled and ached. That nigga Slick had meat bone for every chick except her! While she’d been laid up letting Handgun Goody pinch all over her titties and jam his big black dick all down her throat, Slick had really, really, really been with that bitch!

  CHAPTER 11

  We Lit!

  They’d had a blast chillin on the rides at Coney Island, and Slick just wasn’t ready for the night to end yet. He had called ahead to a sweet hotel and told the concierge that he would pay him triple if he could get his best suite ready to his specifications in less than an hour.

  Slick drove to the spot with Honore complaining that she didn’t bring no extra gear with her the whole time.

  “You shoulda told me we was going somewhere else. I didn’t bring shit with me, Slick!”

  “You with me, baby,” Slick reassured her smoothly. “Any damn thing you need I can provide.”

  Honore had a lot more objections to spit, but when she walked into that deluxe penthouse suite and saw the glow of one hundred flickering candles and the soft petals from seventy-five pink and red roses stretched out in front of her like a long fragrant carpet, all of her complaints went right out the window.

  “Oooh, Slick!” she turned to him and squealed. Throwing her arms around his neck, she stood up on her toes and planted soft kisses all over his face. “This is so damn sweet of you baby. You sure know how to make a girl feel good.”

  They kicked back on the real bear-skin rug drinking Moet and eating the grapes and cheese that Slick had ordered up as a light snack. The sounds of smooth R&B music played in the background as they grooved together and got turnt up.

  After a few minutes Slick left Honore stretched out on her back and wiggling all over the soft rug and he went inside the expansive bathroom and ran them a bath. The concierge had been on his j.o.b. and there were mad shimmering candles and flower petals arranged around the honeymoon bathtub that was shaped like a great big heart and had Jacuzzi jets inside.

  The whole scene was like some shit outta a fairytale as Slick took Honore by the hand and led her into the bathroom. She gasped in delight as she saw the spread, knowing she was about to be treated like a queen.

  And Slick didn’t disappoint her neither. As the candles flickered and threw tantalizing shadows against the walls, Slick slowly undressed her, taking his sweet time and staring into her beautiful eyes as he removed every stitch of her clothing.

  When she was naked Honore stood there proudly in front of him, letting him see all that magnificence she was holding and knowing damn well how good her body looked from head to toe.

  Slick came up outta his gear quickly. His dick was long and thick as he let Honore check his shit out, confidant that he looked like a prime stallion who could win any kinda race. He helped her into the warm sudsy water, and then he climbed in after her. Slick sat with his back against the tub and Honore nestled herself between his thighs and leaned back against his chest.

  With his wood poking a hole in her back, Slick kissed her neck as he cupped warm water in his hands and then let it trickle down over her shoulders and cascade back into the tub. His fingers explored her body and glided over her beautiful skin with slippery goodness.

  His hands snaked up her side and found her breasts. He rubbed bubbles all over her pert nipples and sucked up a hickey on the back of her neck while Honore moaned and played in her pussy under the water.

  Turnt on beyond his wildest dreams, Slick urged Honore to lean forward and he stood up suddenly. Without a word, he reached down and picked her up in his strong arms, and dripping water, he carried her back inside the room and laid her down on the bed.

  The next hour was a blur of licking and sucking and groaning and fucking. Honore ended up on top, riding his dick like it was a golden pony. She bounced on that shit and bucked her ass back and forth, growling deep in her throat as she had the orgasm of her life. Shrieking, she squirted cum and coated his dick in her slippery sugar as she fell forward, totally fucked out.

  And when Slick couldn’t hold back no longer, he let loose too. He gripped her by her tight waist and banged his dick up inside of her until his whole damn back locked up. He massaged her ass with both hands as he shot his load and grunted out loud, loving every bit of Honore and her delicious body.

  Two hours later Slick was feeling good about the sight of Honore leaning back and catching some zzz’s in the passenger seat of his whip as he drove her to her friend’s crib. That warm bath, that hot fucking, and the cool air that she had soaked up earlier near the salty ocean water of Coney Island was like the ultimate sleeping pill for her. Her head was bobbing with the car’s movements, and every now and then a soft snore escaped her parted lips.

  Slick drove down the Brooklyn streets feeling gooder than shit. Every now and then he would glance over at Honore and wonder how he had gotten lucky enough to land such a beautiful chick who had all the attributes he wanted in a woman: a sharp wit, high intelligence, a good sense of humor, and a fire burning in her heart.

  “I need a soda.” Honore sat up abruptly and opened her eyes. They were a couple of blocks away from her friend’s spot in Bed-Stuy where he was dropping her off. “Can we stop at the corner store?”

  Slick nodded. They coulda stopped on the fuckin moon if she wanted to. Matter fact, any damn thing this girl wanted to do was all the way cool with him.

  He pulled his whip up in front of a local bodega and killed the engine. There were nigs standing around outside manning the corner and regulating the streets with a vengeance, but Slick wasn’t worried in the least as he got out and went around to the passenger side to open Honore’s door.

  Mami was a lady, and she definitely knew how she was supposed to be treated. Slick laughed to himself as she sat there perched in her seat, just waiting for him to open her door and offer her his hand. Some old regular nigga from the hood mighta jumped outta his ride and hit the store without even looking back for her, but Slick’s grandma had raised him better than that.

  Slick led her straight through the crowd of thug niggas who were standing around outside. He knew better than to walk a path around them wolves and give them that kind of respect. Nah, predatory niggas caught the scent of other predatory niggas. With his grip firmly on Honore’s hand Slick parted the crowd like Black Jesus and walked inside strong as fuck, without the slightest bit of fear in his heart.

  Honore got a Nehi grape soda and a bag of Lays potato chips. Slick picked up a cold one, and after paying the old Arab dude at the counter they headed toward the door.

  Once again Slick pushed right through the lil slangas crowded around the doorway. He stood tall like a boss, and although he saw the cold heat lurking in a few eyes, he saw respect there too.

  He had just put Honore back in the car and was walking around the front to get in the driver’s seat when somebody called his name.

 
“Yo, Slick! Sup?” Wild Man hollered, as he ran across the street dodging traffic.

  “Sup wit’chu?” Slick grinned, dapping his boy out. “Fuck is you doing way over here, man?”

  Wild Man nodded at the blinking lights of Wong Fu Chinese restaurant across the street. “I just swung by to close up the restaurant for my uncle Ming.”

  He peered through the front window of the whip and hit Slick with a shocked look. “But what the fuck is you doin over here, ak?”

  Slick shrugged and cracked the cap on his cold brew.

  “I’m just giving a honey a lil ride home. I’m about to drop her off and head back across town.”

  “Yo, slime,” Wild Man said, leaning forward so he could see into the car better. “Please tell me that ain’t the chick from that jewelry joint on Fulton Street. Please tell me it ain’t her.”

  Before Slick could answer Wild Man snatched the passenger door open and eyeballed the delicious-looking chick who was perched in the front seat.

  “How you doing, Miss Lady?” Wild Man said grinning as the fine chick gave him a real curious look.

  “You probably don’t remember me,” he said as his hot Asian eyes swept over her from her bulging breasts down to her slim ankles. “But I damn sure remember you.”

  “Nope,” Honore said. “I don’t remember you.”

  “That’s probably because I had on a mas—”

  “Yo shut the fuck up!” Slick barked as he elbowed his boy in the chest and quickly slammed Honore’s door closed. “Don’t be fuckin around like that stupid ass,” he growled, his voice low and hard.

  Wild Man kept right on grinning but the burning question in his eyes was definitely gonna be asked.

  “Yo, my man. How long you been shittin where you eat at, bruh?”

  Slick shook his head. “It ain’t even like that, homey. You got it twisted, nigga.”

  “Oh yeah?” Wild Man looked skeptical, but he eased off that shit and backed up anyway. “That’s good to know, muh’fucka. ’Cause if one of us gotta have his shit twisted then I damn sure hope it’s me.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Love Jones

  The next day Jewelz played it cucumber-cool when she got the call she’d been waiting for. It was Slick. He wanted to take her out to eat so they could go over the details of her meeting with Handgun Goody.

  “Oh, so now you wanna talk to me?” Jewelz had spit, then she backed off. “Never mind,” she said. They wasn’t doing this shit over the phone. Nah, she wanted to be looking dead in Slick’s eyes when she started firing shots. She wanted to blast on his monkey ass face-to-face! “What time you wanna meet up?” she asked him. “And where?”

  The childhood friends met at a table for two at Mitchell’s Soul Food Kitchen on Vanderbilt Avenue in Brooklyn. The joint was packed out with hungry patrons who came to get some of that sweet southern soul food in their bellies. The waiters were good-natured and outgoing, which was almost as pleasing as the delicious platters of chicken, ribs, fish, and turkey wings that they served.

  Slick was going ham on his plate of fried chicken, collard greens, potato salad, and rice with gravy, but Jewelz was barely picking at her food.

  “Damn!” she eyed him as he dug into his plate. “Slow down before you choke ya damn self out. I’m good at a lotta shit but the Heimlich maneuver ain’t my thang.”

  Slick laughed and kept right on devouring his grub. “I’m hungry, yo. A nigga gotta eat.”

  He raised his eyes from his plate for a moment and eyed her picking over her baked mac and cheese, meat loaf, cabbage, and candy yams.

  “Yo, baby, you look like you getting kinda skinny over there. Eat all that shit up and then let me buy you some banana pudding for dessert.”

  Jewelz smirked. “Skinny? It’s called discipline, Slick, and don’t get it fucked up. Have you peeked back there at my ass lately? It’s far from bony, baby. I’m fit and firm. I stick to a healthy diet and I keep my junk food intake to a minimum because I gotta stay on point. That’s how I stay ahead of these haters, you dig me?”

  She stared into his eyes and put out so much emotion that it made Slick uneasy and he put his head back down in his plate. It was a look of lust mixed with deep love, sadness, and pain.

  “Look, we came out here to eat and talk bizzness, a’ight?” he mumbled. “Just fuckin eat girl. And then we can talk.”

  “Tuh!” Jewelz flicked her hand at him. “See, that’s your problem, Slick. You always so damn serious! I know the shit we do requires us to play a kissing game with death, but you ain’t dead yet! Every King needs to have him a Queen by his side. You know exactly how I feel about you,” she pleaded, “I just don’t understand why you gotta look for what you want someplace else when I’m offering you everything you need right here!”

  Slick put his fork down and sighed. He didn’t wanna go there with this girl. Their shit was way too complicated to fuck with and he wasn’t sure if he totally understood it himself.

  “It ain’t that simple, Jewelz,” Slick tried to explain. “I got a lotta shit I need to overcome as a man. My heart just ain’t ready to love a woman like you just yet ’cause it’s still cold, you feel me? Why you think I got into this bizz in the first place, huh? Because I didn’t have nobody to give a fuck about! That’s what allows me to do what I do! I just can’t turn that shit on and off, baby. To keep it a hunnid, if I let you get too close I’ma start worrying about you while we out there on the job. And that’s the type of stupid shit that can get both of us killed. I don’t know why you can’t seem to understand that, tho. You need to stop living in what it used to be and start living in what it is right now. That don’t mean I don’t care about you, Jewelz. I do care. I care a whole lot. I just think you’d be better off with a different type of hitta, that’s all.”

  Slick knew his little speech was all for nothing when he saw the anger on her face and the tears that began to well up in her eyes.

  “Boy, bye!” she snapped. “Excuses, excuses, excuses! You can just cut the fucking crap, okay? You over there slaughtering that damn greasy chicken like you starving when you and some random bitch just chowed down on some big old steaks last night! You think I don’t know about that shit? If you mashing it up with that stupid bitch then why don’t you just say so?”

  “Girl what the hell you talking about?” Slick spit through his teeth, motioning for her to keep her voice down low.

  But Jewelz didn’t give a damn that people had noticed them and were starting to whisper and stare.

  “For real, Slick. Why you do me like that, huh? I would do any fucking thing for you! I’ve pushed niggas for you, I’ve gotten close to niggas for you, and if you hadn’t turned your phone off last night when I was tryna call you then you woulda known that I’ve even s—”

  Jewelz shook her head and bit back her words and swallowed them painfully. “Forget it. You let some bitch make you igg my calls when you knew damn well I was out there working on a mission for us. That shit was foul, nigga. Real flagrant.”

  Slick was caught out there wearing the stupid face. There was no way to deny that she was speaking the truth. So he did what most dudes in a situation like that did. He played dumb and lied.

  “Yo, ain’t no bitch make me turn off my phone! I’on’t know what the fuck you talking about—”

  “You’ve got somebody, don’t you?” Jewelz cut in and demanded the truth. A look of such intense pain was in her eyes that Slick found it hard to look in her face. “You have a girlfriend, don’t you?”

  Slick threw up his hands. “I’m a man, Jewelz. Hell yeah I like to fuck and I get with females sometimes, a’ight?”

  “It’s that bitch, ain’t it? You fucking with that bitch named Honore that we snatched off’a Fulton Street that night, right?”

  Guilt fell over Slick’s head like a thick winter blanket. He had no room to move other than backwards.

  “Yo, how you know who I been with? You been following me or something? And how you know what the fuck I be
en eating in my crib? You got me under surveillance or something?”

  “I swung by your place last night,” Jewelz admitted calmly. “I couldn’t wait to tell you all about my meeting with Goody. I had called you like a thousand times but you didn’t answer, and since I wasn’t that far away I popped up on your ass.”

  “You popped up and did what? Went looking through my damn trash?”

  Jewelz’s bottom lip quivered.

  “You really like her type, don’t you, Slick? I mean, you like her type better than you like my type, right?”

  “What type?” he blasted on her.

  “Why is that, Slick?” Jewelz asked like she really, really just wanted to know. “I mean, I know I’m beautiful from head to toe, and that’s undeniable. So is it because she’s in college? Is it because she talks proper and acts all high-class and educated and I didn’t even make it outta high school?”

  “Jewelz!”

  “No, dead-ass. I wanna know for real. What is it? Is it because she’s a redbone and I’m milk chocolate? Is it her long hair?” She reached up and touched the baseball cap covering her head. “Because you know I got some long hair too! Or,” Jewelz said, her voice starting to really quiver, “is it because she can have a baby for you and I can’t? Or maybe its all them men I used to fuck when Fat Donnie and Chimp Charlie snatched me and had me out there working them motel rooms—”

  “Jewelz! Baby please—”

  “Just tell me,” she insisted quietly, her pain turning to rage. “You can tell me, Lil Slick! I swear to God I can take it! I mean, after all the crazy shit I been through in this life I can take anything, so just tell me,” she jumped to her feet and swung her fist at him viciously.

  “What exactly does that bitch have on me???”

  Slick caught her wrist and held it firmly in his grip. Everybody in the joint was staring in hushed silence as tears streamed down her cheeks and her body shook with sobs.