The Pussy Trap 2

by Nene Capri

  Stepping off the elevator, the security guy said, “I put the delivery on your desk.” He held his arm against the doors to keep them open.

  “Thanks,” she said as they exited the elevator and the doors closed behind them.

  When KoKo reached her office, she entered her code and the doors slid open. As they entered the office, they were smacked in the face by the fragrance of vanilla and lavender. The huge space was all white and glass. Pretty vases with flowers and green and black rocks at the bottom dressed the wall shelves. An all glass and mirror bar sat in the corner. A huge white desk sat in the middle of the room with a large white chair behind it, and three leather chairs sat in front of it. KoKo headed to her desk as everyone else moved around the room.

  “Who’s pouring?” KoKo asked, sitting in her large comfortable chair while reaching for the package on her desk. She opened it and pulled out the plastic bag containing a quarter pound of Acapulco gold and another bag with Black Russian. She started to smile and then said, “Who’s rollin’?” She tossed the bags to Savage.

  He caught them and a huge smile came across his face. “I got this,” he said, walking over to the bar and pulling out a box of Philly flavored wraps. He began filling them with that green.

  “Any reports?” KoKo asked.

  Savage said, “Yeah, everything is in place for Boa to meet the Russian.”

  KoKo nodded her head in agreement.

  “The Russian’s son been running his mouth about trying to work with someone new, so this should be cake,” Chucky said, going to the bar and pouring them all glasses of dark liquor. He brought them to the desk and set them on the glass top.

  Boa wondered how all this was going to affect his life. As he saw it, there was no turning around from there. He was ready to do whatever he had to do to move up in the organization, but his real quest was KoKo. Boa had his eyes and his mind on her for over six months, and he was ready to cash in.

  They each grabbed a glass. Savage walked over and laid ten mixed blunts on the table. KoKo grabbed one and lit it up. She took a deep pull and then coughed. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about,” she choked out as they all started laughing.

  “Gentlemen, raise your glasses.” They all put their glasses together to make a toast. “I’m about to make y’all some rich muthafuckas,” she said as they clinked their glasses together and then took the shot to the head. After the first couple rounds, everything became a blur. They started reminiscing and joking. Within two hours they drank two bottles of Patron and smoked an ounce of each of the bags. They were officially fucked up.

  “Oh shit! I can’t feel my legs!” Savage said and then started cracking up. They all lay back in the leather chairs in front of her desk. KoKo reclined in her chair with her feet on the desk.

  “I haven’t been this fucked up in years,” Chucky slurred.

  “Y’all niggas can’t hang,” KoKo said in a calm voice. That shit they just did was child’s play compared to how she had been drinking since Kayson’s death.

  “You trying to have a nigga on dialysis out this muthafucka,” Savage said. They all started laughing. “I’m going downstairs to find me something soft to lay next to tonight.” Savage rose from his seat.

  Chucky followed suit. “I hear that. Let’s see if we can find two.” He rose up and stretched. “Thanks for the private party, Boss.”

  “Anytime. I hope y’all niggas throw some Listerine in your mouth before y’all go down there singeing a bitch’s eyebrows,” she said. They smiled and shook their heads.

  “Yes, mother,” Savage said sarcastically as he headed to the bathroom. Chucky went in after he came out. “Y’all coming?” Savage asked as he and Chucky headed for the door.

  “We’ll be down in a minute. I gotta holla at Boa,” she responded. Once they were gone, KoKo and Boa gave each other a stare down.

  “Why don’t you come downstairs and dance with me,” Boa said.

  “You ain’t scared your little girlfriend is going to find out?”

  “Let me worry about that.”

  “So you admit to being worried?”

  “The only thing I’m worried about is you not being able to walk a straight line in the morning.” He walked over to her side of the table.

  “I’m counting on it. Ain’t nothing worse than a nigga walking around passing out bad dick. If a bitch can get up and clean the house and go on with business as usual, then the muthafucka need to kill himself.”

  Boa just chuckled.

  She walked around the desk brushing up against him, and then headed to the bathroom. KoKo quickly washed her face and hands and combed her hair. Then she brushed her teeth and applied some lip-gloss and perfume. Boa went in after her and hooked himself up. Then they cleaned up, locked up, and headed downstairs to the reggae floor. When they stepped off the elevator, the music was bumping and the weed smoke was thick. Couples were grinding and winding on the dance floor. The neon lights had KoKo in a zone. She took Boa by the hand and led him into the middle of the dance floor. He grabbed her waist and placed her ass on his dick, and she began winding her hips to Beres Hammond’s song “Step Aside.” The words were perfect.

  Step aside now, another man wants to take over.

  Because you don’t know what you got so now it’s time to lose her.

  KoKo was giving him some serious action, and he was rocking right with her. Then her favorite song came on. She turned around, put one arm on each of his shoulders, closed her eyes and began winding that waist. Boa put his hands on her hips and enjoyed that slow grind as his dick began to swell. They were damn near fucking on the dance floor. KoKo sang along with Nadine Sutherland’s lyrics to “Babyface.”

  This is for my babyface. You got a cute baby face.

  We have so many things in common. Yet we are two different people.

  Boa’s dick was now at brick breaking capacity, and KoKo was sliding up and down on it just right. They danced to a few more songs and then Boa whispered in her ear, “We need to get up outta here.”

  KoKo put her hands on his back and pulled him to her, pressing his dick right on her clit and grinding hard and slow. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You ready to see if I can hang?” she asked as she pulled his neck to her mouth and nibbled and kissed right under his chin.

  Boa closed his eyes and grabbed her ass, forcing her to grind harder on his now pulsating steel. “Come on,” Boa said, turning her around to shield himself. He began walking her to the elevator.

  Night watched as they moved to the elevator and began moving toward them. “KoKo, you good?” he asked as they stood waiting for the doors to open.

  KoKo winked and said, “No. But I’m about to be.” She allowed Boa to walk her on the elevator.

  Night nodded and watched the doors close. He took her cue that she was in control of the situation, so he got on the walkie to put security on point.

  Once the doors closed, Boa moved her into a corner and began whispering in her ear,

  “You gonna let me feel your legs shake tonight?”

  “You gonna fuck around and your legs gonna be shaking, so you better bring it,” she said, breathing heavy in his ear.

  Boa licked his lips as he gazed into her eyes. The doors opened and they headed to where their bikes were parked. Savage, Mugsy, and Chucky stood in the bike lot. Each one of them had a female up under them and was engaged in heavy conversation.

  “We about to bounce,” Boa said as they approached.

  Savage looked up and said, “A’ight, I guess we’ll catch y’all later.” He gave Boa a pound. “Don’t hurt ‘em, KoK.”

  “You always starting shit, Savage,” KoKo said as she headed to her bike.

  “I start it. You finish it.”

  “You already know.”

  KoKo put on her helmet while Boa peaced out the rest of the crew. When he got to KoKo, he said, “You ain’t driving me with your drunk ass.”

  “Let me ride you now, and you can ride me later.”


  Boa smiled. He put two fingers up to his mouth and whistled, catching the attention of one of the staff members. The guy came over and Boa gave him his keys and instructed him to take his bike upstairs and lock it up. Then he got on the back of KoKo’s bike. She adjusted her gloves and checked her gun, making sure it was secure in her ankle holster. KoKo slid her leg over the bike and positioned her ass right on his dick.

  Right before Boa threw on his helmet, he said, “When you let me ride you, I want it just like this, and you will need those handle bars ‘cause it’s going to be a rough one.”

  KoKo smiled. She couldn’t wait to put that power on him. Then she pulled the bike up, kicked up the kickstand, and hit the ignition. The roar was loud and sexy as she slowly began exiting the garage. Boa held on tight, leery of her driving as fucked up as they were. But he just said fuck it and said a little prayer. KoKo picked up speed and flew out of the exit, whipping through the streets like a pro. Riding like a daredevil. Boa just went with the flow. When they stopped at a red light, he ran his hands up and down her thighs. All he could think was that every block was getting him closer to where he wanted to be. Deep in something hot.

  An hour later . . .

  KoKo opened the door to the apartment and she and Boa came stumbling in.

  “Oh shit!” KoKo said as she tripped over the end table while reaching for the light.

  “Damn, you a’ight?” Boa said while trying not to laugh.

  “Yeah, I’m good. You know a bitch be trippin’ sometimes,” KoKo said and they both burst out laughing.

  “Shit, it’s hot in this muthafucka. Hold up.” KoKo went to the air conditioner and turned it to a comfortable temperature. Then she reached for the remote and hit the music system, putting her satellite radio to the R&B station. Usher’s “Can You Handle It” blared from the speakers.

  Boa looked around at the immaculate condition of her apartment. Everything matched. There was a nice color scheme of dark pink and brown. The couch was huge, dark chocolate brown with large brown, pink and black pillows dressing it. The soft carpet threatened to swallow his feet with every step. Boa admired the fish tank that covered the whole wall. Tinted lights illuminated the underwater world, which housed three baby sharks. When Boa’s eyes made it back to KoKo, she was unzipping her jumper and taking her arms out. Boa walked in her direction.

  “So what’s up? You got something for me?” KoKo asked while grabbing at Boa’s clothes. He could see she was fucked up. The last thing he wanted was to take advantage of her due to his respect for her position. So he subtly tried to defuse the situation.

  “You drunk as hell. Let me help you out your clothes and get you to bed,” he said, grabbing her wrist from his waistband.

  “Shit, sounds good to me.” Boa picked KoKo up and carried her to the bathroom. He assisted her in undressing as she continued to touch all over him. He was trying his best to fight temptation, but she was making it impossible. Once the water was right, he helped her into the shower. Soaping up the washcloth, he then began washing her from head to toe. Water splashed all over the place. Before he knew it, water soaked his shirt and pants and his dick was hard as hell.

  Damn, her body is bangin’. Be cool, Boa. Be cool, his mind raced.

  “Come here,” KoKo said seductively. Water and soap covered her body. Her perfect breasts sat up looking both suckable and inviting. Boa’s eyes wandered all over her body, resting at her neatly shaven pussy. Her lips were screaming ‘taste me.’ Each second in her presence weakened his resolve, breaking him down.

  “Nah, ma. Let me finish so you can get some sleep,” he responded, turning her around to get the last of the soap off her skin.

  With her back to him, she looked over her shoulder and slowly licked her lips. “A bitch bad from the back, ain’t she?” KoKo asked.

  Boa’s dick jumped, giving his zipper a fit, but he didn’t respond. He turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and put it around her.

  “Stop acting all scary and come here,” she demanded, grabbing at his zipper. KoKo nibbled on his chin while releasing the beast from its enclosure.

  Boa closed his eyes and enjoyed her finger play. With the last bit of fight in him, he pulled back and said, “Maybe another time.”

  “What? You afraid of little ol’ me?”

  “Nah, I just don’t do drunk pussy. I like fair playing grounds.” Honestly, he was battling with the feelings he had for KoKo while trying not to violate the promise he made to Treece. KoKo had his head fucked up. He struggled to keep it business, knowing that once he crossed that line it was no turning back.

  KoKo got serious quickly. She locked eyes with him and said, “There are three things that I handle well. My money. My liquor. And a big dick. So are you going to come up off it, or am I going to have to take it?” she asked, giving him that ‘nigga what’ look.

  “You talk a lot of shit. And I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it. But you ain’t ready for this.”

  KoKo chuckled. “Just as I thought. All that dick and you a bitch,” she said as she tightened her towel and moved past him heading to her bedroom.

  Boa paused to process her words as he watched her sashay away. He took a deep breath. That was the invitation I needed. He pulled his shirt over his head. Stepping out of his pants and boxers, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a Magnum and slid it on inch-by-inch and then headed in her direction. Eddie and Gerald Levert’s “Baby Hold On To Me” played in the back ground.

  KoKo bent over, lotioning her legs when Boa came up behind her. She stood, face-to-face with a sexy, butt naked man on a mission. He picked her up and threw her on the bed. She took in a chest full of air as her adrenaline started flowing.

  Boa climbed on top of her with force and pinned her arms to the bed. He used his knee to spread her legs. “I’m ready to make this pussy mine. You ready to let me have it?” he whispered as he kissed and sucked her breast.

  “I’m ready to get this nut off my back. Let’s go.” KoKo continued to talk shit.

  Boa began to glide inside her wet walls. She held him tight as he began to break down the tension between them. Once he hit bottom, it was over, and her moans confirmed that she was enjoying every stroke.

  “Which inch of this feel like you fucking a bitch?” Boa taunted while listening to the sweet sounds of pleasure drip from her lips. Each power stroke caused her to back up a little, which only made him thrust harder. “Ssss . . . Nah ma, don’t run from this dick,” he taunted as he looked down, watching his dick as it went in slowly and came out sticky.

  “Mmmmm . . . Make me cum, Boa,” KoKo moaned.

  Boa placed his mouth over one of her nipples and sucked gently, pushing deeper with every stroke.

  She wrapped her legs around him and flipped over, placing herself on top, taking Boa totally off guard. He gripped the small of her back and guided her body enjoying her power. Removing his hands from her back, she pinned him to the bed. “My turn,” she panted as she rode his dick slowly and from side to side with a little bounce.

  Boa locked his fingers in hers and pumped every time she came down. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over her nipple and then engulfed it in his mouth. Rotating from one to the other, he had KoKo on fire, and the rhythm of her ride confirmed it.

  “Oh shit! Right there!” she moaned.

  “Cum on this dick for me,” Boa said in between moans of his own. Then he pulled his hands from hers and firmly gripped her ass. He stroked up hard, pulling her down on him with intense power.

  “Yes, Boa,” she moaned as he hit that spot. Within seconds, she was cumming hard. KoKo’s body twitched and shook. She rose to the top of his dick then skeeted up his stomach.

  “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Let Boa have all of it.”

  “Mmmm . . .” KoKo continued to ride in an effort to bring on another one and without much effort she was cumming again. Her tight muscles around his dick caused him to squeeze her tighter with every thr
ust. Boa pulled her close to him and nibbled on her neck and shoulder.

  “You trying to fuck a nigga up,” he said as he savored her very essence.

  KoKo whispered into his ear, “You ever been to death row?”

  “What?” Boa responded, nearly out of breath and ready to bust.

  “Well, come over here and let me give you something lethal,” she said seductively as she rose up allowing his dick to slip from her grip.

  “Hold up,” he stated with slight panic in his voice as he grabbed at her waist in an attempt to get back inside her.

  KoKo pulled away from him and got off the bed. “C’mere,” she requested with a sexy smirk. Boa rose to his feet with his throbbing hard-on leading the way.

  “Sit down.” She pointed to the short ottoman with the thick cushion over by the wall. He walked over and took a seat. KoKo glanced at Boa’s hard dick sitting straight up and calling for her juices as the thoughts of her turning him out flooded her mind.

  “Come take me there,” he said aggressively

  “Ask me nicely.”

  “Come take a nigga there. Please.”

  She sashayed over to him, leaned on his legs and placed soft kisses all over his face.

  Boa closed his eyes and took in deep breaths as her touch began to ignite his soul. KoKo rested her hands on his shoulders and gave him instructions. “Lean back and relax.”

  He sat back, full of anxiety, waiting to see what KoKo had in store. She turned her back to him and slowly straddled his lap. Resting her hands on his knees, she ordered, “Make him stand up.” Boa gripped his pole firmly in his hand, anticipating her next move.

  KoKo half turned her head and looked over her shoulder as she slowly slid down on him, resting her hot, wet pussy on the tip of his dick. She began taking it in inch-by-inch.