The Pussy Trap 2

by Nene Capri

  “What? You mad because he ain’t fuck you? Or did he?” KoKo developed an evil grin on her face.

  “You need to leave my house,” Pat said calmly as she tried not to curse KoKo out.

  “Struck a nerve, huh?” KoKo taunted.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about and apparently neither do you.”

  “Oh, you don’t? Let me jog your memory. You sat in your niece’s face day-in and day-out, skinning and grinning, listening to her talk about how much she loved that man and all behind her back you was sneaking and fucking my father.”

  Pat’s breathing quickened. KoKo had successfully drawn blood. Now she just sat back, waiting to see what would come out of Pat’s mouth next. “I loved my niece and would have never done anything to hurt her. Your time is up and I need you to leave my house.”

  “You’s a scandalous ass bitch. And you’re going to die a lonely death.” KoKo rose from her seat. “Out of respect for my dad and my sister I was going to look out for you, but I can’t have a lying, conniving bitch like you on my team. So rot in hell, bitch.” KoKo pushed in her chair. “I would kill your dumb ass, but a bitch like you ain’t worth my bullets.”

  Pat stood up fast, knocking her chair to the floor. “You can’t judge me. You don’t know me. I did what I had to!”

  KoKo slammed the door shut on her way out. She realized there were things hiding behind Pat’s tough persona, and she was getting ready to find out what they were.

  Minutes later . . .

  “I need to talk to you,” the voice came blaring through the receiver.

  “Hold up. What the fuck is you hollering for?”

  “That bitch came to see me today.”

  “What bitch?”

  “Little KoKo,” she said with venom in her voice.

  “Oh yeah. And?”

  “Why does she know shit that only you know?”

  “Why you ain’t ask her?”

  “Nine, I buried all secrets with my niece. I settled with the house. I am not in a position to deal with this bullshit.”

  “Well, you better get in position. Because it’s just the beginning. I have my orders and I’m going to carry them out. I suggest you do the same.” He hung up, not waiting for a response.

  “Shit!” Pat yelled and threw the phone across the room. She quickly lit another cigarette and inhaled hard. “Think, bitch, think,” she repeated as she sat trying to compose herself. Then it came to her. “Yeah, these muthafucka’s are not going to throw me under the bus. I’m about to trump they asses.” With that, she got up and grabbed her keys and left out.

  -10-

  Get Down or Lay Down

  Almost a week had passed, and KoKo had managed to get a good footing on her enemies and get a lot of new shit jumping in the ‘A’. It was time to sit back and watch shit unfold.

  Goldie walked into the lobby of the Marriott hotel in Downtown Atlanta wearing a strapless sundress, high heel sandals, big shades and a floppy hat, which she removed as she entered the building. The cool air hitting her skin was a welcomed relief. It was one of those suffocating hot days in the A. She walked past the front desk and headed straight to the elevators. Pushing the up button, she flipped through her phone checking the messages. When the doors opened, she pressed seven and was on her way. Once she reached 715, she gave the special knock. Moments later, the door opened.

  “What’s up, boss?” Goldie asked as she shut the door and followed KoKo into the room.

  “Ain’t nothing. Just trying to make shit happen. What you got for me?” KoKo sat in the chair.

  Goldie sat on the end of the bed and started her spiel. “I was able to recruit ten of my best from the club, and I have to interview seven more girls tomorrow. But I plan on club hopping tonight to see what’s biting. I went by the club this afternoon, and everything is on schedule. It looks really nice.” She paused briefly. “I checked out old boy and got his schedule down pat. I will be paying him a visit in a few days. Other than that, a bitch is just lining them up and knocking them down.”

  “Any of them bitches prospects for what I want handled?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  “It sounds good. Make it look good.” KoKo moved to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottled water. She opened it and took a long gulp before placing it on the desk. “I have a lot of shit riding on you. Don’t fuck up.” She picked up the water and drank it until it was empty.

  “I won’t.” Goldie nodded in agreement as KoKo tossed the water bottle in the trashcan.

  “Keep your mouth shut. No pillow talk. No ‘I need to get some shit off my chest’ confessions, and under no circumstance do you talk about any of this shit over the phone. Pay attention. Watch your back at all times, and when shit seems like it ain’t lining up, back up, think and regroup. Lastly, if you need me, hit a bitch up. Don’t try to do the impossible and fuck up then call me. Because if I have to stop doing what I’m doing to clean up, somebody usually gets fucked up.” KoKo looked her in the eyes with intensity.

  “I got you,” Goldie responded.

  “I hope so.” KoKo grabbed a stack of money from the table next to Goldie. “Here. Make sure your shit is up to par. Also, for those three girls that will work close to you, make sure those bitches are official. And I want to meet with y’all in a couple weeks. But until then, I’m invisible. This is your shit.”

  “You used the name Renee Givens, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “All right. I’ma have someone bring you the paperwork tomorrow at noon. Don’t fuck up.”

  Goldie stood and reached for the money. “I got you, KoKo.”

  “Don’t have me. Just do what the fuck I tell you.” KoKo moved toward the door.

  “That’s it. I’ll see you in a week.” KoKo unlocked the door and opened it.

  Goldie smiled as she headed for the exit. “Enjoy your day, Miss KoKo.”

  “You do the same. And remember my words.” KoKo watched Goldie exit. She shut the door and locked it. Lying across the bed, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

  “Today on I-285 North there was a car discovered on fire. After firefighters were called in, the blaze was brought under control. Two bodies were found in the trunk totally unrecognizable. According to Atlanta’s chief of police, there is a full investigation underway. We will bring you more details as they come in. Back to you John.”

  KoKo picked up her phone. “Hello?” Chico’s voice came through the phone.

  “I see the weather is going to be hot tomorrow,” KoKo said, acknowledging that she saw the news.

  “Yeah, I’ma try to stay cool.”

  “A’ight. See you when I get back.” KoKo disconnected the call.

  KoKo clicked the television off and said out loud, “Let the games begin.” These muthafauckas were either going to get down or lay down.

  -11-

  I Owe You One

  KoKo had been back from Atlanta for a week and decided to stop by Nine’s house to see if she could ask him a few questions. She stood on the side of Nine’s house looking through the windows, which revealed that he had picked up and moved out. She walked around to the back to get a better look. When she got to the back porch and peeped in the kitchen, she saw the same thing, an empty room. “Shit,” she said as she began heading back to the front of the house. What the fuck is going on? Although she wanted to do a little investigating, it would have to wait, because she had some very important business pending.

  ****

  Rock sat in the backseat of the Mercedes S600 looking through the panoramic sunroof, watching the stars and sipping on a glass of Cognac. He was anxious to see what type of date KoKo had set up after she sent for him with specific instructions on what to wear. The car pulled into Atlanta’s private airport and drove up to a jet that had Boss Lady written in black Old English lettering. The car came to a stop and the chauffeur got out and opened his door. He stepped out onto the red carpet and looked up and saw the sexiest pair of chocolate legs le
ading up to a short, white, off the shoulders dress.

  “Damn!” he mumbled.

  KoKo smiled with her hands behind her back.

  Rock adjusted his tie and headed toward the steps. When he got to the top, he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Hey beautiful,” he said, looking in her eyes.

  “Did you enjoy your ride?” KoKo asked in a sensual tone.

  “Yes. But I wanted to see your face.”

  “Well, you’re seeing it now,” she said, giving him an innocent, sexy smile. “Come in and have a seat.” She guided him into the plane to a butter soft leather chair, which sat in front of a circular table covered with a white tablecloth. Candles and a white plate set with gold trim, gold cutlery, and crystal champagne glasses also dressed the table. Rock opened his jacket and sat down.

  “We will be taking off in ten minutes, Miss KoKo. Would the gentleman like a drink?” Sarah, the flight attendant asked as she stood by the table with her hands clutched together.

  “Yes, I will take a short glass of something dark,” he stated without taking his eyes off KoKo.

  “Yes sir, I have the perfect thing. Would you like anything, Miss KoKo?”

  “No thank you.”

  Sarah walked to the back to retrieve his drink as the other attendant closed the door. The captain announced the takeoff and for them to fasten their seatbelts. After they were clear, Sarah brought Rock his drink. KoKo and Rock were heavy in conversation for the next hour, discussing how they could intertwine their business. When the first round of drinks were finished, their meal was brought out, grilled chicken over mushroom risotto and steamed spinach with walnuts.They ate and talked as the plane flew over several states. Sarah collected the dishes and refilled their glasses. They stopped in Miami, refueled, and then headed back to Georgia. When they reboarded the plane, KoKo went to the bathroom. When she returned, Rock had removed his tie and jacket and moved to the large leather recliner across from them.

  “Come sit right here,” he said, patting his lap.

  KoKo strolled over to him and placed her soft ass right on the rock. “I think your little friend is waking up,” she said as she shifted from side to side on his now hard dick.

  “He likes to rise for the occasion.”

  “That’s a good thing. Real women need a dick on Everlast.”

  “You talk a lot of shit,” Rock said smoothly as he ran his hand up her thigh.

  KoKo grabbed his wrist and said, “The first one was free. The rest will cost you.”

  “Oh, it’s like that? What’s it going to cost for me to be able to put my tongue somewhere very private?”

  KoKo observed Rock carefully. Look at him setting his own self up. “Look, I need you to handle some very important business for me. I need a few houses, and I need them fast and I don’t have time to go through a lot of red tape. So I need you to take care of all that quickly. There will be a large bonus in it for you.”

  “I don’t do it quick. I like to take my time so I can get it right, and therefore, everyone involved is satisfied.”

  “Good. Then we have a deal?”

  “Give me the figures, and I will see what I can do.” Rock got quiet as he stared into KoKo’s pretty eyes.

  “What are you thinking about?” KoKo asked.

  “How good your nipples are going to taste in my mouth when I’m deep inside you listening to you moan.”

  “What makes you think you will get the opportunity to experience all that?”

  “Oh, trust and believe, I’m going to get the experience and so will you,” he said, allowing himself to rise to full potential.

  KoKo’s back arched slightly as she felt his thickness between her butt cheeks.

  “Excuse me, Miss KoKo. We are about to land. We need you to return to your seat and buckle up,” Sarah announced as she came into the cabin.

  KoKo removed Rock’s hand and got up. His eyes were glued to her ass as she walked to the seat next to him. Sarah’s eyes roamed back and forth at Rock’s dick as she collected the empty glasses and bottles from the table. Rock caught her looking and smiled. Sarah looked away as her white face turned cherry red. KoKo chuckled. “You better be careful, Sarah. You know he’s a single man.”

  “Not for long,” Rock replied, looking over at KoKo.

  Sarah made a girlish giggle and walked off to her area.

  “You over there scaring that little girl.”

  “You gonna be scared of me, too,” Rock stated with full confidence.

  “Now you talking shit.”

  “When I get the chance, I’m going to do things to you that are going to make you thank God you’re a woman.”

  KoKo laughed. “We will see,” she said. If this nigga only knew.

  The plane landed, and their time together ended. They both released their seatbelts. Rock stood up and grabbed his jacket and put it on. KoKo stood and assisted him by fixing his collar. Rock turned and took her by the waist.

  “Thank you for the date.”

  “This is the first of many,” she shot back.

  “Next time it’s on me,” he said, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tight. She felt so good in his arms he didn’t want to let her go. KoKo allowed him a few minutes to enjoy her. Rock whispered in her ear, “I plan on making you mine.” He placed light kisses on her ear and neck while rubbing his hands up and down her back. Rock closed his eyes and began caressing her butt.

  “What if I was planning on giving it to somebody else?”

  “You might as well give it to a real man that knows what to do with it.” He ran his hands through her hair. Grabbing a handful, he pulled her head back and placed several kisses from her throat to her chin. He locked eyes with her, but suddenly heard, “The limo is ready, Miss KoKo.” The other attendant stood at attention, ready to escort Rock out of the plane.

  “When can I see you again?” he asked as he released her from his embrace.

  “I’ll be in touch.” KoKo turned, grabbed his hand, and walked him to the door.

  Rock smiled and kissed her hand. He then proceeded down the steps to the awaiting vehicle.

  KoKo watched her mark exit the tarmac with a plan formalizing in her mind.

  Golden Paradise . . .

  Over the next week, KoKo feverishly got ready for the grand opening of her club. She had recruited all the baddest bitches in the ‘A’ to work as servers and private entertainment for the VIPs. KoKo walked around the club checking out the final details. She was very pleased. Soft, white leather circular and L-shaped couches, crystal chandeliers, glass tables accented with gold, and custom mirrors hung everywhere, gave it that finishing touch. KoKo went to each VIP room and gave it a once over. Two of the rooms provided hot tubs for the show the strippers would give the honored guest. The other four rooms were equipped with limo tinted windows and poles, along with an array of toys to quench every desire.

  “So what do you think, KoKo?” Chico said as he approached her.

  “It’s all good. We just have to make sure to fill this muthafucka up come Thursday night.”

  “Don’t worry. The publicist is off the chain. She put together a hell of a guest list, and if everyone shows up this shit will be off the chain.” He grinned big.

  “Well, handle your handle and make sure everyone is on point.”

  “Let me ask you this. Is Goldie on point?” Chico asked.

  “She straight. I got her on something, but she will be ready on Thursday.”

  When KoKo looked up, Goldie walked in the door with three bad bitches on her side. KoKo gave them all the once over as they approached. “Boss. This is Zori,” Goldie said, introducing the first girl who stood about average height, weighed 145 pounds, red bone with shoulder length hair and all curves. “And this is Shameezah.” She introduced the chocolate brown Jamacian girl with a tiny waist and ass for days. She was no taller than a minute. “And this is Porsha,” Goldie said, pointing at the 6′1″ light brown hued sister. She wore her hair long on one side a
nd shaved on the other. Thin as a rail, her 40DD breasts caught everyone’s eye.

  KoKo looked at them for a few seconds and then rendered her verdict. “I want you to brief each one on what I want them to do. Take them to that house in Buckhead. Get into your roles. The work starts in a week. I’ll be in touch.”

  The three women nodded in agreement. They had been well advised on how to deal with KoKo and from what she was paying, they were more than ready.

  “Y’all ready?” Goldie asked. Again, they nodded as they turned to follow her to the exit.

  “Keep an eye on those bitches. If they get outta pocket, you know what to do,” KoKo said to Chico and then made her exit.

  -12-

  Recognition

  Back in New York, KoKo was sitting in her office at her desk when Night came walking in.

  “What’s up, ma?” he asked as he took a seat.

  “Sheeit . . . I can’t call it,” she said, looking up from some paperwork. “What’s good with the count?”

  “Everything is on point. Niggas responding like we need them to.” He paused and looked around the room as he went into his vest and pulled out an envelope. He set in on her desk.

  KoKo picked it up and looked inside. “What the fuck is this?” she asked, face all frowned up.

  “I picked that up from Wise. Shit light as hell ain’t it?”

  KoKo took a deep breath.

  “Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Everytime I go down there, I only see Wise and not Aldeen.” Night waited for a few minutes to see what she would say. “Just say the word KoK.”

  “Nah, I got it. What else is up?”

  Night nodded and then went to his next order of business. “I’ve been meaning to bring your attention to that nigga, Boa.”

  “Yeah, he’s been on my radar.”

  “I want to bring him a little closer to the top.”

  “Is that right?” KoKo paused to think about the plan she was putting together, and if he was anything like she had been hearing, she could use him. “Well, set something up. I need to get in this nigga’s face. Then we can see if he is qualified.”