The Pussy Trap 2

by Nene Capri

  “KoKo is going to fuck that nigga head up,” Savage stated.

  “He better pray that’s her plan. KoKo is the black widow. He’ll mess around and wake up with his dick in his mouth,” Night said. He then headed for the door.

  “Oh shit!” Savage grabbed his dick. “That’s some shit I can do without.” He followed behind Night.

  ***

  The car ride blared Busta Rhymes and The Game’s song “Doctor’s Advocate” from the speakers along with weed smoke scenting the vehicle’s interior. Boa sat back looking out the window and wondering what KoKo wanted with him.

  KoKo’s mansion parallelled Kayson’s mansion out in Yonkers. When they pulled up to the gate, Night rolled down the window and hit the buzzer. The camera scanned the vehicle and the gate opened. Boa was impressed. They drove up to the garage and it lifted, giving them entrance. All he saw was wall-to-wall cars sitting on the sexiest rims he had ever seen. Night got out and headed to the elevator, put his hand on the security recognition pad, and the doors opened.

  “Damn. Where the fuck we at? The Pentagon?” Boa laughed.

  Night and Savage didn’t respond because they were in business mode. Boa picked up on it quickly, and he too got serious. When they got to the second floor the doors opened. Night stood between them and pointed to the left.

  Boa got off the elevator. “Why y’all not getting out?” he asked with a bit of suspicion.

  “Don’t get all worried, nigga. It’s just KoKo,” Savage said with a smile.

  “Go ahead. You already late,” Night reminded him as he maintained a serious mood. He stepped back on the elevator.

  Savage laughed. Just as the doors closed he said, “Watch your back.”

  Boa looked down the dimly lit hall. He started to walk in the direction he was sent in, but he was taken aback by the interior design. When he got half way down the hall, the wall ended and glass began. He looked through the rose tint and saw an all black marble indoor pool with red lights coming from the bottom and mirrors all around. “Goddamn!” he murmured. As he reached the end of the hall, two huge, dark red lambskin couches decorated the sitting area. He took a seat and continued to look around at the paintings on the wall. The one that caught his attention was right across from the couch—a big canvas photo of KoKo sitting on a beach in an all-white bikini with her head back, hair hanging long and silky. It appeared the sun was just about to leave the sky. Beautiful. She had a full arch in her back and those chocolate legs were sexy as hell.

  KoKo stood in the shadow watching his every move. Boa sat forward and took a few deep breaths as he kept looking at his watch. Just as he was getting ready to let impatience drive him back toward the elevator, KoKo spoke from the shadow, “Are you lusting at me, Mr. Barnes?” She stepped into the light.

  Boa looked in her direction. “Nah, I just know a beautiful woman when I see one,” he said and stood up. She walked toward him wearing a black, knee-length form-fitting body dress. Her scent caressed his nostrils before she reached him. The whole mood said ‘sex me.’

  “So I guess you know I got you out here for a reason?” KoKo said as she walked toward her office and pushed the doors open.

  Boa walked behind her as he watched her perfect heart-shaped ass sway from side to side. Is she wearing panties? he thought as he enjoyed the view. “So what? You need me to put in some work?” Boa said, not taking his eyes off her body.

  KoKo looked back over her shoulder. “I don’t need shit. I want to bring you closer to the top.” KoKo rested up against her desk.

  “You ready to share your throne?” Boa looked her over.

  “It’s only room for one ass on my throne, and that’s mine. But I will let you sit in it from time to time.”

  “No problem. If you’re going to sit that ass on my lap . . .” He looked in her eyes, reveling in the sexual tension between them.

  “Look. Mr. Barnes, this is just business.” KoKo’s tone said otherwise.

  “If it’s just business, then why me?” Boa moved closer.

  KoKo allowed herself to relax enough so she could appear a little shy. She was setting up the bait, and from what she could see, he was getting ready to jump head first into her trap. “I need somebody by my side. I have to have somebody I can trust.” KoKo paused as Boa got right up on her. “You need to calm down though. Your temper can blow this whole mission.”

  Boa kept his eyes locked on hers. “Can I taste you?”

  “Mr. Barnes, you’re treading in dangerous waters.”

  “Well, why don’t you try drowning me?” He leaned up against her, allowing her to feel the lethal weapon he carried in his pants. He placed his hands on her waist and continued his seduction.

  “Why do they call you Boa?” KoKo asked as she placed her hands on top of his.

  “It’s Boa like the snake. When I see a threat I ambush my prey before they can strike. Poison is not my weapon of choice. However, I’m deadlier than a muthafuacka. Plus, once I have something I want, I hold on real tight. So they started calling me Boa.” He was all up on her. “There are a few other reasons . . . that, you’ll find out in time.”

  “Will I?”

  “Let me show you.” He took her hand and ran it down the length of his dick.

  KoKo stared him right in the eyes, showing no emotion. But secretly she thought, Damn, this shit is almost to his knee! This was accompanied by the thought that she hadn’t had sex in a little over a year, and she wanted Boa to be the recipient of all that release. She silently allowed him to have his pleasure, and then she broke the silence. “Am I supposed to be impressed?” She removed her hand.

  “No. Not impressed. Frightened,” Boa spat back.

  “Is that right?” she said in her Kayson voice. “Aren’t boas supposed to be deadly? Why would you want to hurt all this, sexy?”

  “Nah, he’s not for pain. He’s for pleasure.” His eyes roamed all over her body and then locked with her eyes.

  KoKo couldn’t shake the fact that his demeanor reminded her of Kayson. His confidence and downright cocky attitude were a definite turn on, but it was the resemblance that was so scary.

  “Did they check you before you came up here?”

  “Nah, but feel free to feel a brother up,” he said.

  “Turn around,” KoKo seductively ordered. Boa stepped back and took the position, placing his hands behind his head. KoKo moved smoothly behind him and began patting him down. Boa stood there enjoying the precision of her touch. KoKo leaned forward, resting her breasts on his back as she ran her hand down his stomach and then along his dick, nice and slow. In two moves, she unzipped his jeans, slid her hand inside, and started to stroke him to full potential.

  “He feels more like a threat. Are you sure he’s for pleasure?” KoKo barely whispered. She continued massaging his now massive hard-on, applying the right amount of pressure.

  “Yeah, but even his pain feels good. Come here for a minute,” he said, moving her hand from his pants and guiding her in front of him. Placing his hands on her waist, he sat her on the desk. He caressed the small of her back as he slid her to the edge, pressing that steel against her now throbbing clit as his hands began to roam over her body. KoKo and Boa were in a stare down as the sexual tension between them became suffocating.

  “I want you to take over dealing with the Russians. I want to wage a war between them and the Italians. I need to step a little further back into the shadows.” She began tutoring him on the job at hand. Then KoKo nibbled and sucked that spot under his chin. “It’s going to be dangerous. You have to stay focused.” Boa closed his eyes as he reached between her legs and ran his fingers up and down the lips of her pussy, playing in her wetness. KoKo continued to talk while caressing him as she enjoyed his touch. She was on fire.

  “You want me to show you another reason why they call me Boa?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Boa gently pushed her back and pulled the chair up from behind him. He pulled her dress up her thigh
s, placed her feet on his shoulders, gripped the back of her thighs, leaned in and went to work. His tongue slid easily over her clit as she circled her hips to his rhythm.

  KoKo looked down, watching as his soft lips covered hers. His tongue was soft, long and flexible as it moved effortlessly, pleasing every inch of her sweetness. Her pussy felt like it was smiling.

  Once her breathing changed, he placed his mouth over her clit and rotated between soft and hard sucks. He paused and ran his tongue from the bottom of her pussy back to the top and then began sucking her clit again.

  “Ssss . . . mmmm,” KoKo moaned. The response sent chills up his spine. KoKo began riding his face, stimulating her spot. Within moments she felt the contractions coming on. Seconds later, her legs shook as she started cumming and skeeting all over his mouth.

  “Damn!” Boa responded as he watched KoKo recover from that mind-blowing orgasm. He released her legs and reached for his zipper and let the snake lose.

  KoKo was all over him, kissing and sucking his neck and pulling at his shirt and pants. She wrapped her legs around him, clamped her thighs to his waist and bit hard into his neck as he fumbled around in his pocket in search of his plastic.

  Just as he ripped the side of the pack open with his teeth and prepared to strap up, Night’s voice came blaring through the intercom, “KoKo, we on our way up.”

  KoKo released Boa from her grip and pushed him back.

  “Hold up, ma,” Boa protested in an attempt to keep her there.

  “It’s always business first, Boa,” KoKo said and slid off the desk, pulling her dress down. KoKo walked over to the phone and hit the response button. “Come on,” she said and then headed to the bathroom. She closed the door, leaving Boa with a hard dick and a wet hand.

  “What the fuck?” Boa said out loud, quickly putting his rod back. He threw the condom in the garbage, fixed his clothes and stood next to the bathroom door.

  KoKo emerged about five minutes later, fully dressed in jeans, a shirt, and boots. She looked up at Boa, who was obviously disappointed.

  “You got that off!” Boa spat.

  “I’m KoKo, baby. I always get off.” She reached up and rubbed his face. “Go ahead and clean up. They’ll be up here in a minute. I don’t do late,” she stated. She headed to her desk and sat down.

  Boa walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He stood at the sink looking in the mirror while washing his hands. How the fuck I let her get away from me? Then he saw a big ass hickey on his neck. What the fuck! He turned his head to the side. “Latreece.” His thoughts went to his girl for a few seconds. Briefly he panicked, but finally said, “Fuck it.” He ran water over his face and then grabbed a paper towel and dried off. Just as he was about to emerge from the bathroom, he heard Night and Savage talking. He hesitated but then opened the door and walked out.

  Savage looked at Boa and smiled. He pointed to the hickey on his neck. “What the fuck happened to you?” he asked with a slick smile on his face.

  “I fell,” Boa said, walking to the couch.

  “I bet you did. Was it on something or in something?”

  “Fuck you, nigga. Where’s KoKo?” he asked, still feeling a little slighted.

  “She had to go. She said don’t get dirty. She can’t afford to lose time over bullshit. Come on. We have to go take care of something. Then she wants you to give orders to your crew to fall in under Savage until you get back,” Night instructed.

  “Get back from where?” Boa asked.

  “We’ll explain that to you in the car. Let’s roll,” Night said, walking off toward the elevator.

  Boa was confused as hell. Within a matter of hours KoKo had managed to fuck his head up, take control of his crew, and leave him with a hard dick and no explanation. He had to admit that for the first time a bitch had him by the balls.

  -15-

  Opening Night

  On Thursday night, the curtains were opening and KoKo was ready to perform.

  “KoKo, it is packed up in this muhfucka,” Chico yelled in the phone as he watched the crowd pouring into Golden Paradise.

  “I’ll be there in about ten minutes.” KoKo hung up and prepared her mind for her arrival at Golden Paradise. She took a few more sips of champagne and two more pulls off her blunt and then put it out. Looking in the mirror, she applied a fresh coat of flavored lip-gloss. She combed her hair, sprayed on some David Yurman, and then popped a Listerine strip in her mouth. The gold Bentley pulled in front of the club and cameras flashed from everywhere. There were two long lines, one from each side of the door. KoKo stepped out onto the red carpet and began walking the long runway between the two velvet ropes.

  Chico watched KoKo switch down the red carpet in a two-piece white pants suit with the low cut jacket showing off her perky breasts. Niggas were hollering and bitches were hating. He heard the girl standing close to him say to her friend, “Damn, she must be a celebrity or something.”

  When KoKo reached Chico, he smiled from ear to ear and said, “Goddamn!”

  “Is my section ready?” she asked.

  “Si, Senorita,” he responded.

  He took her hand and led her inside. When she stepped in the club, all she could do was smile. The music was pumping and people were dancing and drinking. The VIP sections were full, and the champagne was flowing. She shook her head up and down in satisfaction.

  The signal was given to the DJ, and he quickly threw on KoKo’s favorite song, “I’ma Boss” by one of Atlanta’s hottest underground emcee’s, Boss Chic. He shouted out, “We got the Boss Lady in the house. Show some love for Misssssss KoKooooo.” He shined a spotlight on her, and the crowd started clapping and whistling.

  KoKo waved, walking toward her private section, escorted by two of Night’s boys. As she walked the club, she noticed all of the celebrities in attendance. She passed the first glass enclosed area and had to drop in. “Are you gentlemen enjoying yourselves?” she asked.

  “We would be enjoying ourselves a little bit more if you would join us,” Floyd Mayweather said and threw her that big smile. He reached up and grabbed her hand.

  “This night is about y’all. I will send someone over in my place to make sure you have a very good night.” She winked and prepared to walk off.

  “All we need is a little bit,” Fifty yelled out and flashed his sexy smile.

  “Then I’m the wrong bitch to fuck with. Because I need way more than a little bit.”

  The men started laughing.

  “Enjoy the evening. Let me know if you need anything.” She waved four sexy, half-dressed females over who came right away with several bottles of champagne. KoKo nodded and walked away. She spotted Big Boy and Andre 3000 and waved without even breaking her stride. In another section, she saw Ludacris and his entourage. She gave them the same treatment and kept it moving. As she got closer to her section, Lil’ Wayne and some of the Young Money and Cash Money crew were in the building. She leaned over to Big Mike. “Put them in that last VIP room with the tinted windows, and send a crew in there with some bud and some bitches and keep the drinks coming.”

  As Mike delivered the news to Lil Wayne, he looked up and she mouthed, “YMCMB.” He nodded and stood up to be escorted to VIP.

  KoKo winked and left the area. Before she went inside her section, she looked over to a far corner at a small group of men. “Can’t be,” she said to herself with a slight smile as she headed in their direction. When she approached the men, her assumption was confirmed. Her dog, DMX was chillin’ in her establishment.

  “Y’all good?” she said over the music.

  “Yeah, we good, baby,” DMX responded.

  “I can put y’all in a private area.”

  “Nah, we good right here. I like to be with the people. You know I’m feeling the love.”

  “A’ight, if you need anything let me know.”

  “Will do.” He stood up and hugged KoKo. She returned the embrace.

  “You my nigga,” KoKo said, throwing him a s
mile that he returned. She left the table, stopping to send a few drinks their way.

  After making her rounds, she stood in front of the VIP section and took one last look at the crowd to make sure she didn’t miss anybody. KoKo turned to walk inside the glass enclosed area and take a seat.

  Watching the action, she could only think about how proud Kayson would have been to see her making moves to legitimize their money. In a short period of time she had opened one club and awaited the opening of her Miami location. All the real estate she was accumulating would only solidify her goal. And with the many businesses she helped different members of the organization start, things were really lining up. It was only a matter of time before she would be able to walk away from all ties to the drug game and just focus on her son. “This is all for you, Kayson,” she said, holding her glass in the air and then taking a sip of the wine the waitress had poured her.

  Night walked through the doors smiling from ear to ear. “These niggas up in here spending a grip.”

  “Hell yeah. And my crew is working the room, blueprinting mickies.”

  “Mickies?”

  “Yeah, niggas that you can get to do whatever you want.”

  Night started laughing. “Business as usual.”

  “Hell yeah, it’s always business. These muhfuckas came out for fun. I ain’t rich enough yet. I’ll party when all my money is working for me. Right now a bitch got to work hard.”

  Night shook his head in agreement. “Well, tonight at least enjoy yourself a little,” he said, pulling on a blunt.”

  KoKo put her hand out to take the blunt and said, “You enjoy it for me.” She sat back and crossed her legs, watching the action. Night whispered something to her bodyguards and left the room.

  For the rest of the night, KoKo sat in the VIP section as different members of her crew came by to congratulate her and give her reports. Around 2 a.m., Goldie came by to give her the count. They grossed over $100,000 between the door, food and bar, and they still had three hours to go. KoKo dismissed her and had Chico to escort her to her car. She sat back as the curtains closed. She lit up a blunt, thinking, The ‘A’ is definitely getting ready to bless a bitch, and they ain’t even going to see it coming.