The Pussy Trap 2

by Nene Capri

  “Sign here, here, and here,” Rock said to KoKo as he pointed to the signature portion of the documents. This would be the fifth piece of property that Rock got for KoKo. She was having them rehabbed to flip.

  “Nice doing business with you,” KoKo said as she stood up and put her hand out for Rock to shake.

  “Nah, Miss KoKo. I deserve more than a handshake.” He looked her up and down.

  KoKo gave him an innocent smile. “Yeah, you’ve been a good boy. Let momma give you a small reward. She opened her arms and he stepped into them and wrapped her tightly in his embrace. KoKo felt so good in his arms. Even she had to admit the strength of his warm embrace made her kitty tingle.

  “You need to let me take you out tonight,” he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes as his steamy breath caressed her neck.

  “Not tonight, baby. But I promise I will reward you for a job well done.” She pulled back, bringing this little tryst to an end.

  “You scared?”

  “What exactly am I supposed to be scared of?”

  “A real man.”

  KoKo smiled. “Let me see your hand,” she stated as the smile slowly left her face. Rock put his hand in hers. She placed it between her breasts. “You feel that?”

  “I don’t feel nothing,” he said, enjoying the warmth of her smooth skin.

  “Exactly. The only thing worse than a real bitch is a fearless one.” She pulled his hand down. “When the time is right, you’re gonna wish I was afraid of you.” She turned to leave his office.

  Rock leaned up against his desk and folded his arms. “Enjoy your property.”

  “Oh, don’t worry. I will.” She looked down at his bulging package and looked back up at his sexy smile. “Just be patient. I got you,” she said, exiting his office.

  Rock stood for a minute, fantasizing about her and when he would get to cash in on her promise.

  -19-

  Thank You

  Curupt pulled into the driveway of the address that Goldie had given him. He looked at the house and then put the truck in park. Opening the door, he stepped out and headed up the steps and hit the bell.

  After about forty seconds, he hit it again. He waited but no one came to the door. He stepped back and looked through the window next to the door. Music echoed in his ears but Curupt didn’t see any movement inside. As he was about to ring the bell a third time, Goldie came walking toward the door wearing a two-piece red bikini and a pair of red high heeled sandals. Her white sheer robe fluttered in the breeze as she moved.

  Curupt developed a huge smile on his face as Goldie opened the door. “Hey Mister,” she said, holding the door open, and exposing her thick, smooth legs. Curupt looked her over from toe to head, stopping at her fat coochie print and then her tiny waist. Her C cup breasts and pretty face easily won her a dime rating. Her dreads were twisted neatly and pulled back into a bun.

  “I thought I was going to have to drive that shit back to the dealership.”

  “Oh, my fault. I was sitting by the pool. Come in,” she said, turning to expose that fat ass.

  Curupt watched it jiggle. Damn I wish I was that g-string.

  “Lock the door,” she yelled and walked to the kitchen to grab the rest of the money. Curupt came in behind her. He pulled an envelope from his pocket that included paperwork for her to sign and the temporary tags and registration. After the exchange, he handed her the keys.

  “I filled it up and had it detailed. My man also put a system in. When you ready to change those rims let me know.”

  Goldie handed him an envelope. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

  “Nah, the rest is on me,” he said, pushing her hand back.

  She smiled and slid it back. “You trying to get on my good side?”

  “Yup.”

  “Well, it’s working.” She smiled wider, looking at him intensely with her pretty brown eyes.

  “You wanna get wet?” she asked.

  “Hell yeah!”

  Goldie took him by the hand and led him to the backyard. She walked over to the poolside bar and poured him a drink. Curupt took it and began sucking it down. Goldie took off her robe, placed it on the chair, and then stepped out of her shoes. Picking up the remote, she changed the satellite station to R & B and sashayed over to Curupt. She placed his empty glass on the bar, and then slid her hands up his shirt and pulled it over his head. Slowly sliding her hand down his stomach, she rested it at his waist and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

  “Can you swim?” she asked while looking into his eyes.

  “Yup. But I got to be in deep to enjoy the stroke.”

  “The deeper, the better,” she shot back.

  Curupt grinned as their interaction began to heat up. Goldie pulled at his jeans and they dropped to his ankles. He stepped out his sneakers and then his jeans. Goldie began caressing his dick.

  “We don’t allow pets in the pool.”

  “He won’t bite.”

  “I hope he does,” she said, turning and heading toward the water. She dived in the pool. He pulled his shirt off and dove in after her.

  They swam around, playing and splashing until they ended up in a far corner of the pool. Curupt had Goldie up against the pool wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. They were laughing and talking when she locked lips with him and began grinding on his dick. Curupt breathed heavily, ready to put in some work. Goldie began kissing him deeply while caressing his neck. Curupt pulled at the side of her bathing suit in search of her sweet walls. He pushed his fingers deep inside. She gasped in pleasure and kissed him harder, sucking on his tongue and lips. He continued to push them in and out faster and faster until she moaned louder and louder. Once she came, he quickly pulled out his joint and slid up in her and did damage. Goldie was pressed up against the wall unable to move. As the water rose and rippled around them, all she could do was hold on and enjoy. Curupt continued to stroke deeply until she was cumming and shaking. Then he had a release of his own.

  “I want to thank you for the truck,” Goldie whispered in his ear.

  “What was that?” he shot back.

  “That was an appetizer. Let me give you the main course.”

  Curupt pulled out and let her down.

  Goldie adjusted herself, took him by the hand and led him out the pool and into the house.

  Once in her bedroom, she stood in front of him and released her top and then her bottoms. He stared at her perfect landing strip and immediately wanted to bury his face between those thick thighs.

  “Drop your boxers,” she commanded.

  Curupt wasted no time obliging her. Goldie walked over to him and ran her hand across his chest and down his stomach. She manuevered until she was standing behind him. Goldie reached around his waist, grabbed his dick, and began stroking him back to full potential. Curupt watched her hand massage him back to attention. Then Goldie lowered herself behind him and began planting kisses on each one of his butt cheeks.

  “You ready to get your world rocked?”

  “Hell yeah,” he said in a deep, raspy whisper.

  Goldie grabbed his waist and then ran her soft wet tongue between the crack of his ass. She heard a hiss leave his mouth, so she repeated the process, and then nibbled and planted a few more soft kisses. Reaching between his legs, she began gently caressing his balls as she again ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of his crack. Goldie grabbed his dick and pulled it downward. “Open your legs,” she commanded and he complied.

  Once she had his dick in full view, she positioned herself in a low squat and began licking and sucking the head. She sucked harder, applying pressure with her jaws and taking more of him in her mouth. Her hot wet mouth sent chills up and down his spine. She slid him out of her mouth and then sucked gently on each one of his balls. When she felt his knees wobble, she began to suck and tease the tip of his dick with her tongue.

  “Sssss . . . Oh shit!” he moaned as she continued to work her show. Goldie picked up speed as his bre
athing increased.

  She sucked, slurped, and bobbed until Curupt was on the brink. She released him and slid between his legs, placing him back in her mouth and then to the back of her throat. With speed and accuracy, she sucked until she heard him say, “I’m about to come.” With that, she took him as far as he would fit and gripped his ass with one hand and gently rubbed the line between his balls with the other. When she felt him grab her hair, she looked up and saw his eyes closed and face contorted.

  “It’s coming. It’s coming.” He grabbed harder and at that moment Goldie stuck her middle finger in his ass and pushed it in and out as he released hot and sticky to the back of her throat. “Ahhhh . . . Oh shit!” he shouted as he tried to recover.

  Goldie eased him out of her mouth, released his ass, and slowly removed her finger. Rising from her squat, she looked at him and smiled.

  Curupt didn’t know what to say. He stood there conflicted. He didn’t know whether he should fuck her up for putting her finger in his ass or marry her since that shit blew his mind.

  Goldie knew she was taking a chance, because that shit could always backfire. But she knew she had to put something on that ass that would give him that come back.

  “Do you feel thanked?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” he responded, still out of breath.

  Goldie headed to the bathroom and hopped in the shower.

  Curupt stood there for a few more minutes before joining her. He stepped in the shower and slid the glass door closed. Curupt came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and began kissing her neck and rubbing her breasts. “Bend over,” he commanded.

  Goldie secured her hands on the wall and braced herself. Curupt slid up in her wetness and pulled her back and forth into him. In search of her spot, he pumped faster and faster.

  “Yes. Yes. Fuck me,” she yelled and his dick answered with long, deep strokes with skill and speed.

  Curupt panted and Goldie moaned. They were in a zone. He was thrusting and she was throwing that ass.

  “I’m about to cum. Keep it right there,” she ordered.

  At the same time, he felt another gut wrenching orgasm coming on. Just as they were both about to cum, Curupt pulled out and went up in that ass, Goldie barely flinched. She took that dick and came so hard her body shuddered. Curupt busted right after her and then pulled out. He fell forward onto her back and began planting kisses up and down her spine.

  “Do you feel thanked?” he asked out of breath.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” Goldie answered, trying to catch her breath. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him sloppily. “This dick belongs to me now.”

  “And this ass belongs to Curupt,” he said, palming her ass with both hands. They stood there kissing and caressing and then carefully lathered each other up. All Goldie could do was count the dollar signs. Curupt was getting ready to make her a rich bitch.

  -20-

  Little Italy

  “Buongiorno,” Andres said as KoKo approached. He sat at a table in his coffee shop sipping on a cup of espresso.

  “Ciao,” KoKo responded as she leaned in and he kissed both of her cheeks.

  “How are you signorina, KoKo?” he asked in his thick Italian accent. Night stood firm behind her. He couldn’t stand dealing with the Italians. And his attitude always displayed it.

  “I’m good. Just trying to make this money.”

  “In that way we are definitely alike. Please be seated.” He pulled out a chair for her. KoKo sat down and Andres sat across from her and crossed his legs. He took a sip of his espresso and then proceeded with the business at hand. “So are we almost ready?”

  “Just about. I need about a week to collect that info, and then we will be in business. Everything looks good and I foresee no real problems. I need your people to be on point. I’m putting my best on it, and I’m not risking my family.” She looked him in the eyes.

  “Again, we share the same interest. I am also putting my best on this, and you have my word that as long as your men don’t buckle mine won’t fold. The time and place is set, let’s make it happen.”

  “We have a deal.” She leaned in and shook his hand, knowing that trusting him one hundred percent was out of the question. And Italian’s pretty much felt the same way. A nigga could work for you, but at the end of the day they were not family. So risking her men was not his concern. But it was hers, and she was certainly going to make sure her people were safe. She was going to have men on her men and men on his men and then some men on them.

  KoKo stood up, preparing to leave.

  “Let me take you to lunch when this is all over,” Andres asked.

  “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” she said very firmly.

  “When this is over we won’t have any business between us,” he continued his forwardness, causing the hair to stand up on Night’s neck.

  “And there will be no pleasure between us either.”

  “Posso farti sentire veramente ben,” he said, which loosely translated that he could make her feel real good.

  “I don’t know what the fuck you said. But I earned my bones on my feet not on my back. The only long thing I’m interested in that you have is money.”

  Andres smiled, impressed by this sexy, powerful woman. He wanted her even more. But KoKo wasn’t having it. With her point well stated, she headed to the door with her plan secure in her mind. Her first stop was to Goldie’s place. She had to make sure she had Curupt’s ass lying down.

  -21-

  The Lions’ Den

  That Friday night, Boa, Savage, and Chucky were on the prowl. The three of them out together always spelled trouble.

  “Nigga, get the fuck outta here!” Savage said to Boa as they stood up against the wall talking shit. KoKo had turned a five-level parking garage into a motorcycle club called the “Lion’s Den.”

  Boa’s henchmen, Chucky, ran his hand over his clean, glistening baldhead as he took a crack at Boa. “Nigga, you know good and well Treece had that ass up in the house washing floors and walls. Punishment-ass-nigga. We ain’t heard from you in like three days,” he yelled.

  “Fuck y’all. I had to take care of home,” Boa shot back.

  “Yeah, until you got a surprise guest,” Chucky replied, pushing his hand deep into the pocket of his black jeans. The thin leather jacket he wore over his white ‘A’ T-shirt concealed his gun holster. If he ever pulled his gun, the conversation was over.

  “KoKo crazy as hell,” Boa said, looking over the crowd and shaking his head.

  “Hold up, nigga. KoKo came to your house?” Savage asked, laughing. His

  dreads were twisted down in the front and hanging neatly just past his shoulders, bringing out his shiny chocolate skin.

  “Hell yeah. I almost shit a brick. I ain’t know what she was gonna do,” Boa said and chuckled.

  “KoKo don’t give a fuck. You lucky she ain’t take that dick and make Treece watch,” Savage said. He and Chucky slapped hands three times.

  “Sheeit . . . I been trying to talk Treece into a threesome for two years. A nigga would have been in heaven,” Boa said, grabbing his dick.

  Just as they were reveling in Boa’s sticky situation, they saw that familiar black and pink Ducati with the word ‘Boss Lady’ written in the back under the seat. KoKo was pulling through the bike display area headed in their direction. She parked her bike in front of them and pushed down the kickstand. Turning off the engine, she removed her helmet, swung her hair from side to side, and then placed the helmet on the seat. Boa stared at her, reminiscing about their last encounter.

  KoKo stepped off the bike and immediately got the attention of everyone within eye range. People whispered and elbowed each other and pointed. In her black, three-inch heeled Pajar ankle boots, she walked over to where Boa, Savage, and Chucky were standing. The showstopper that had people talking was the black leather cat suit jumper she wore that showed off her sexy bowlegs. The front was zipped down t
wo-inches past her cleavage, accenting her perky breasts.

  “What’s good?” KoKo said as she approached her boys.

  “Sheeit . . . I can’t call it,” Savage answered, reaching in to give her a hug.

  “Why you all quiet, Boa?” she asked, locking eyes with him. She took in his dark blue jeans, white T-shirt, black bulletproof vest and black boots. His face was clean-shaven and he rocked a fresh cut. Visible was that one dimple that always lit up Boa’s face when he smiled.

  “You know Boa just got off punishment. Pussy-whipped ass nigga,” Savage spat and then laughed. Chucky burst out laughing with him.

  “Oh, is that what it is, Boa?” KoKo asked.

  “Nah. I ain’t pussy-whipped yet. But I wanna be,” he said, giving her that serious look and then a sneaky smirk.

  Savage and Chucky stood there waiting to see where this shit was going, because it was getting intense.

  KoKo said, “When a real bitch bless you, you don’t get whipped you get tranquilized.”

  “I want that too,” he said, not losing eye contact.

  “Can you hang out tonight?” KoKo asked.

  “The question is. Will you. Be able. To hang?”

  KoKo just smiled. “We will see. Y’all come up to the office so we can blow some smoke.”

  As they headed to the elevator, KoKo admired the stunts and bike tricks. The ground and first level were for stunting. Dudes were shouting them out and hollering out “Boss Lady” as they passed. They all nodded, heading toward the elevator. When they got close, the doors opened and they stepped on. The security guard remained straight-faced the entire time. His demeanor was serious as hell. He didn’t talk to anyone, not even KoKo. He made sure he was always on point. The doors closed. He pressed number five, put his hand on the security pad, and put in his code. They all watched the goings on as they rode up in the glass elevator. The second floor was set up Vegas style with casino tables, slot machines, pool tables, and several card tables along with two full bars. The third and fourth floors were dance halls. The third floor played hip-hop music and the fourth floor played reggae. KoKo’s office occupied the infamous fifth floor.