Queen Diamonds

by Noire

  At the end of the set the host announced that there was going to be a brief intermission, so Wild Man took the opportunity to order them some more drinks.

  “Yo this shit is sweet. I’m really glad you brought me here Wild Man,” Honore said, amped up from the liquor and the good energy that filled the room. “They’re going hard in here tonight. This is way different from the usual hip-hop spots and strip clubs. You know, the typical type of low-level joints that some guys wanna take a girl to.”

  Wild Man laughed. “What? You mean my man Slick ain’t never brought you out to nothing classy like this before?” he asked as he grinned at her. “Yo, Slick comes through here on the regular, and since y’all been spending so much time together lately I woulda thought he’d have exposed you to this form of art by now.”

  Honore shrugged. “Yeah, me and Slick hang out a little bit sometimes,” she said, downplaying their relationship. “But it ain’t nothing serious. So don’t get it twisted. I do my own thing. Although I occasionally like to be tied up, I’m never tied down. If you catch my drift.”

  Wild Man laughed at the remark and responded, “Yeah, I get what you’re saying. You move them sexy hips to the beat of your own drum.”

  “Exactly,” Honore said as she crossed her legs and eyed him seductively.

  The announcer made his way back to the stage to introduce the next poet of the evening.

  “I hope y’all are enjoying these dope young men and women who’ve been killing the scene tonight. Coming up next is the two-time Poet Of the Month who hails from Castle Hill Projects in the Bronx. Lets give it up y’all for Albie Anthony!”

  Dude stepped up to the mic and started heating that shit up.

  “I’m America’s problem!…young-black-angry and from the bottom! I ain’t asking to be saved…I could never fit in with nine to fives…or suits and ties…me and minez move them pies...so it’s either you do or die or muthafucka, move aside! Pops who? Moms where? I’m statistically a victim…born with an itch I could never scratch...just a product of somebody’s nasty addiction!

  The scruffy-looking kid with the nappy Afro kept spilling his dark tale that had the audience hanging off every word. The crazy shit about it was he didn’t look a day older than the age of twelve. Yet his delivery reached out and grabbed you while his graphic depictions were high definition vivid images to the mind’s eye. You could just tell his pain was genuine. The old folks would say, that lil nigga been here before!

  I’ma go hard nigga…I make something out of nothing...got the heart to go and get it…ain’t no faking or no frontin…I’m the coldest nigga out…broken hearted…discarded and forgotten about…I’m the one they always locked out the house…but love never lived here…no fucks to give here…my life is too real you fake niggas can’t pretend here…I’m America’s problem! It started and it ends…here.

  The crowd erupted with a loud roar of cheers, hands clapping, and snapping fingers.

  “Talk that shit, Al!” A hyped-up fan yelled from the corner of the club.

  Albie stood there visibly shaking as raw emotion raced through him. He had given the mic everything he had and he was breathing heavily. When he regained his composure Albie waved to the crowd in appreciation. He had just put in work.

  Honore smiled over at Wild Man as the crowd stood up and continued to go crazy. “Hey, you got some pull around here, right? Can you introduce me to that kid, Albie?” she asked with her eyes wide.

  Wild Man thought about it for a second.

  “I got you.” He got up from the table and disappeared into the sea of people. Honore sipped on some more of her drink and a few moments later the cheers in the lounge started to erupt again. She looked up and saw Wild Man cutting through the crowd and making his way back to the table with Albie right behind him as the crowd showed their love.

  “Albie,” Wild Man said as he made a hand gesture towards Honore. “This is my lady friend, Honore. She was feeling your flow and wanted to meet you.”

  Honore peeped the nonchalant demeanor the young kid displayed. He was from the streets and he looked like everything he had portrayed in his poetry piece. Albie’s eyes were dark and unforgiving. He didn’t look too happy to be there at all.

  “W’sup, Albie,” Honore said as she smiled at him. “I don’t wanna take up too much of your time, I just wanted you to know that you were astounding tonight. I know that look in your eyes because I’ve had it in minez before, too. But I ain’t here to preach to you. I’m here to be a blessing.”

  Honore reached in her purse and pulled out a knot of bills totaling a thousand dollars and handed it to the kid.

  “You have the gift of words, young man,” Honore said as she looked him dead in his eyes and matched his cold stare. “Find a way to make it work for you. Channel those inner demons. Weak men sell their souls to these streets. Strong men use their brains and try to find ways outta the streets. Which one are you?”

  The young boy nodded as if he understood, but he hesitated with the money in his hand. He couldn’t believe that somebody he didn’t even know was being that generous and he didn’t trust it. Wild Man looked at Honore then reached into his own pocket and pulled out a knot of hundreds. He counted off ten bills and handed them to Albie too.

  “That’s yours, little homey,” Wild Man said as put his hand on Albie’s shoulder. “This ain’t no handout bro, it’s an investment. Both of us see the potential in you and we want you to rise above this madness, a’ight? Take heed to what this pretty lady right here just said and keep fighting, you dig?”

  This time Albie cracked a smile as he accepted the cash and then he nodded in appreciation. “Thanks to both of y’all,” he said as he turned around to walk away.

  He took a few steps and then spun back around and spoke from his soul.

  “By the way,” he said as he stared at Honore like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. “You asked me what kind of man am I? I’m one of the strong ones.”

  “I know you are, baby,” Honore said softly as she nodded at the young boy. Something in his eyes told her that he was taking what she’d said to heart. She’d actually found some joy in helping Albie, and looking at Wild Man she could tell he’d found joy in it also.

  “Ay, let’s get out of here,” Wild Man suggested in a low voice when the boy walked away. Honore agreed. She stood up and grabbed her purse, admitting to herself that she had really had a good time. And when outta nowhere Wild Man stepped to her and started tonguing her down with mad heat right there at the table, she knew her night was about to get even better.

  $$$$$

  What had started out as a completely shitty day was turning out to be a real hot night. The drinks that Honore had guzzled down with Wild Man at the spoken word club had her head in the clouds. She had rode with him to a nearby hotel and both of them had talked shit the whole way. Honore liked Wild Man’s easy back and forth banter. There was a little verbal competition thang going on between them, and their playful sparring with words was something they both greatly enjoyed.

  “I hope you ready to put your money where your mouth is and take this L,” Wild Man joked as they got inside the hotel room and prepared to go at it.

  Honore just laughed. If there was one thing she was at all times, it was confident about her shit. She was practically flawless. Not only was she straight beautiful in the face, she had the type of body that drove men wild.

  They stripped outta their clothes and Honore checked Wild Man out. She had never fucked an Asian before but she was game for it. Wild Man was overly buff in the body, with massive arms and shoulders that looked like Superman. With all them fuckin outrageous muscles she had expected him to have one of them lil undersized dicks, but instead Mister Chinaman had a nice hunk of tube-steak swinging down against his thigh.

  In an instant their lips were locked and their hands were roaming and exploring new territory. Honore soon realized that Wild Man was a titty man, and he handled her tits and nip
ples with expert care. Wasn’t none of that harsh squeezing and excruciating nipple-pulling that some amateur niggas did. Nah, Wild Man stroked and massaged her breasts with just the right amount of care and pressure. He paid sweet attention to her nipples as he guided one to his mouth and sucked it between his lips like it was a sweet golden raisin.

  Honore moaned and squirmed as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her sensitive bud, all the white rubbing and cupping her other breast with his free hand.

  Keeping up his tongue game, Wild Man slid his hand over Honore’s shoulder and down to her hip. He pressed her down flat on the bed and his fingers trailed lower as he grasped her thigh.

  Spreading her legs wide, he took his lips off her big titty and let it bound free. As she gasped in pleasure he lowered his head down to that spot in the middle of her triangle, and took a long, deep sniff.

  “Peach pie,” he said, staring at her pretty pussy as his mouth watered for a taste. Honore’s dugout was just as beautiful as the rest of her. Neatly trimmed, her slit leaked creamy sweetness as she anticipated what she was about to get.

  Wild Man dove in face first and went to town. He pushed Honore’s legs back until they formed an “M” shape, then stuck his nose up in her slit and wiped her juices all over his face.

  Honore squirmed around on the bed as Wild Man showed her what he was working with. He put his pussy-eating skills on full display as he sucked her clit between his lips and ran his tongue back and forth over the tip of it until Honore couldn’t take no more and bucked her hips and tried to get away.

  But Wild Man wasn’t having that shit. He grabbed her hips and attacked that pussy again with his tongue, extending it out as far as he could and stiffening it like it was a dagger. With expert precision he slid his mouth-meat in and outta her cave, pausing every now and then to give her clit a swirl and then lick her sweet asshole.

  Flipping her over, Wild Man snatched his pants off the floor and put on a glove, then he jerked her up by her hips until she was on all fours in the doggie position. He guided the head of his dick into her spot and eased himself in. Honore pointed her ass in the air and moaned as his thickness filled her up to the brim.

  Wild Man thrust his dick in and out of her juicy pussy as his meat swelled up and got even harder. Going up on his knees, he helped Honore raise up too, without dislodging him from her hot sucking tunnel. Leaning back on his heels, Wild Man cupped both of her breasts in his hands and nibbled on her ear. He fucked her from behind, enjoying the way her fleshy ass slapped up against his balls.

  Letting a titty go he gripped her hip and held her in place, and banged himself up in her until she yelped in painful pleasure.

  He dug her out so good that before long Honore was ready to throw up a white flag and surrender. She reached down and felt his joint sliding in and outta her pussy, then fingered her own clit deliciously, pressing and squeezing her lady meat until her pussy squirted hot liquid and she came with a yell.

  Honore collapsed forward on her stomach and Wild Man dove down on top of her with his dick still lodged inside her snatch. Gripping her ass-cheeks, he spread her butt open wide and gave three mighty thrusts and pounded that pussy until his balls erupted and warm cum filled up his glove.

  All Honore could do was lay there, all fucked out and slobbering on the sheet. She took great pride in her fuck game, but Wild Man was clearly an expert and going for round two with him was definitely gonna be a hellacious challenge!

  CHAPTER 15

  Homey Hoppin Hoes

  It had been a great night of freaky sex with a bad and beautiful bitch, and now it was time to make the donuts and greet a new day. Honore had told him not to worry about her ’cause she was taking a cab back to Brooklyn, so Wild Man left her sleeping in the hotel bed and jumped into his Lexus coup. He lit up a blunt and sat back in his seat and relaxed. He exhaled the Sour Diesel smoke and replayed the little turn up he’d had with Honore in his head.

  The girl had some sweet pussy on her and wasn’t no denying that. Wild Man knew the main reason he had fucked with her was to prove a point to Slick, but shit was sure to get crucial if the lines between them fucked around and got blurred. Besides, if Honore was turning up with him then she couldn’t be feeling Slick as much as Slick thought she was. Either way, bitches were disposable and Wild Man didn’t give a fuck. He was doing him and having fun in the process.

  His phone started vibrating in his pocket and he pulled it out and glanced at the number then clicked it on.

  “Thinking of the devil,” Wild Man said with a snide laugh. “W’sup, boss man?”

  “Cut it out nigga,” Slick responded. “Where the fuck is you? I texted you last night and told you to call me.”

  Wild Man cursed. “Damn! My bad. I was boning this cute lil chickenhead and the time got away from me. What did I miss?”

  “Put your scrambler on,” Slick instructed him.

  “A’ight,” Wild Man said, fitting the high-tech device over his phone. “It’s on.”

  “Cool. The bird came back on that job and it’s a green light on the triple pay,” Slick informed him.

  “Sayyy daaatt,” Wild Man drawled as he got excited. “See what did I tell you? We the best like D.J. Khalid my nigga! We deserve every penny! Fuck all that low-ball shit. They know who to get with when they want some shit cleaned up nice and proper-like.”

  “I feel you on that,” Slick said. “But dig the move. Queens is your main bitch, right? Make sure she dresses real nice and her performance is flawless. A good chick should be the reflection of her good man, you feel me?”

  Despite the scrambling device Slick was still talking in code. He was saying the borough of Queens was Wild Man’s responsibility. Wild Man was gonna be the lead gunman on the Queen of Diamonds mission, and it was his job to make sure everything was planned and executed correctly.

  “Did we get any more info? A day, a time, a place?”

  “Nah. Not yet. We still waiting on that part.”

  “This shit is crazy,” Wild Man shook his head and said.

  “Relax, son. It’s all good. If you need some help get with Noodles,” Slick said. “He’s gonna hold you down, a’ight. See what you can find out and then let me know w’sup.”

  “Come on, slime,” Wild Man said in a cocky tone. “I got this shit covered, Slick. I’ma line shit up properly and then fill you in the next time we link up.”

  “Say no more,” Slick said. “So what you doing, nigga? You still laid up witcha lil slide-off joint?”

  “Naw,” Wildman chuckled. “I left that ratchet bitch knocked out and snoring in a hotel room. She’s stupid bangin in the body and she got a mean head game, but I don’t trust no bitches in my crib, yo. You know how these thotties is nowadays bruh. You turn ya head for one fuckin minute and they’ll be lickin and humpin your best friend.”

  “Whatever nigga,” Slick joked him. “She’s probably just your imaginary friend anyway!”

  “Oh, I made her imagine something,” Wild Man joked right back.

  “What?” Slick laughed. “You some type of pimp or something now nigga? Don’t no real bitch want you! Niggas like you be walking around here smelling like gunpowder and pork-fried-fried!”

  “Fuck outta here,” Wild Man said as he laughed right along with his manz. “You’d be surprised at the chicks who wanna rock with a big boy like me.”

  “That’s cause you’s the trick-daddy type, my nigga!” Slick kept going strong. “Don’t lemme find out you blowing all your money on these thots, bruh!”

  “I’m from the Ville, muthafucka!” Wild Man laughed. “We don’t pay to play! I’ll fuck around and rob one of these bitches blind before I give any of ’em a dollar. You know how I get down.”

  “You burnt the fuck out, yo,” Slick said as he cracked up. “A’ight I’ma holla at you, G.”

  “One hunnid.”

  Still grinning, Wild Man started up his Lex and peeled off from the curb. Slick was a solid nigga since day one. But t
hese homey hoppin hoes wasn’t loyal. Especially chicks like Honore. Wild Man didn’t give a fuck who felt some type of way about him tapping that ass. He was a wild muthafuckin man, and when it came to slangin dick he didn’t live by nobody’s rules but his own.

  CHAPTER 16

  Stick ’Em

  It was a sunny mid-morning and Honore was in Midtown Manhattan shopping her ass off. All fucked out from her crazy night with Wild Man, and surrounded by designer clothes and expensive jewels, she shoulda been feeling herself. But unfortunately she was dragging a hood-rat extraordinaire around with her who was shopping her ass off too.

  Walking next to her cousin Cucci, Honore’s hips were looking heavenly in the fifteen hundred dollar imported Balmain biker jeans Slick had bought her when he took her shopping at Barneys. The cute little emerald earrings that he’d picked out for her dangled sexily from her lobes.

  “Ooooh, Honor-Ray!” the hood rat walking on the other side of her exclaimed.

  Honore was chaperoning the sixteen-year-old thotty as they walked down the aisles of one of the most expensive department stores in New York City. The girl’s grubby little hands were roaming all over shit and Honore had to stop herself from reaching out and popping the mess outta her.

  “This store is fuckin beast!” the girl exclaimed loudly. “They got Versace and Herpes up in here too?”

  It’s Hermes not Herpes, stupid ass now quit touching shit!

  That’s what Honore wanted to say, but instead she glanced over at Cucci then gave the young chick a fake smile and said gently, “Yes, Indigo. This is a very classy, high-end retailer so they carry all the top designer brands.”

  Honore’s voice dripped with honey as she disentangled the four-hundred dollar Hermes scarf from the girl’s hands. She smoothed it down before passing it to Cucci to return to the shelf.