The Pussy Trap 2

by Nene Capri

  “Sssss,” Boa moaned as her muscles massaged him just right.

  She bounced up and down slowly, gradually picking up speed and continuing to bounce until she heard the change in his breathing. When he was on the edge, she leaned all the way forward placing her hands on the floor and her feet firmly on the wall behind him. She threw that pussy at him fast and hard.

  Boa gripped her hips and braced himself for the nut rising fast in the bottom of his stomach. “Oh shit!” he mumbled. Within minutes he began to release and yes his legs did quake. KoKo continued her pace until she had drained him of every drop. Boa pulled her up into his arms and held her tight. “Damn you feel good.”

  “Don’t fuck around and get sleepy. You got some work to put in.”

  “You gonna make a nigga do overtime on his first day on the job,” he joked as he placed soft kisses on her shoulder.

  “Who you thought you was fucking with, an amateur?” she said, releasing his rod. She got up and walked over to the bed.

  Boa looked at her sexy body glistening from their sweat. He stood up, removed the plastic, stroked himself back to life and then replaced it with another one. When he climbed onto the bed, he focused on redeeming himself.

  “I think she needs a kiss first,” KoKo said as she pushed his head toward her waist.

  “I’ve been wanting you to bless my tongue.” He put his face in the place and said his grace, giving her orgasm after orgasm.

  When Boa woke up, he took a few deep breaths and stretched. He looked around the room for KoKo, who was nowhere in sight. He pulled back the cover from his chiseled body and placed his feet on the floor. Then he heard a knock on the bedroom door. “Who?”

  “Mr. Boa. I’m here to work,” the female voice with the broken accent came blaring through the door. Boa grabbed the towel off the chair and walked to the door and opened it. “Miss KoKo told me to take care of you.” She walked past him and went to open the curtains and then headed to the bathroom to draw him a bath. She moved around the area cleaning and gathering the sheets.

  Boa sat down in the chair by the bed as the woman did her job thoroughly. He grabbed his phone and turned it on and thumbed through the messages that popped up one by one. Then he hit KoKo’s phone. “Where you at, ma?” he could hear her music bumping in the background.

  “You can’t keep tabs on what’s not yours,” KoKo shot back as she whipped her gold Mercedes GLK350 through the streets.

  “Oh, it’s like that? You talk a lot of shit, but you scared you gonna love all this good dick I got for you,” he said, full of confidence.

  She paused as his words gave a small ring of truth. “Go enjoy the morning I have set up for you, and I’ll see you later.” KoKo hung up.

  Boa chuckled, set his phone on the nightstand, and did as instructed. He had put in some back work last night, so he was ready to benefit from whatever she had set up. When he looked over at the lady putting together the massage table, he felt like a hungry man at a buffet. He lay down and thought, Share her throne. Sheeit . . . I’m about to be the boss and she don’t even realize it.

  -22-

  Furious

  “Look, Quran,” Monique said, pointing to the front of the FAO Schwartz toy store in the heart of New York City.

  Quran’s little eyes lit up as he saw all the toys. He tried pulling away from her in an attempt to get lose and touch everything. Within two hours Quran had racked up a bill of over $5,000. Whatever Monique couldn’t carry out she had shipped to the house in Dubai.

  As the chauffeur loaded all the bags in the trunk, Monique picked Quran up so he could look around. She enjoyed the excitement in his eyes as he took in all the sights for the first time. Monique kissed his cheeks and hugged him tight. “You are grandma’s life.” She tickled him and as he squirmed and giggled in her arms, her heart filled with glee. He was her Kayson all over again.

  “You wanna do some more shopping?”

  Quran shook his head up and down as he continued to laugh. She put him down, allowing him to climb in the car. He crawled all over the seats as Monique got in and the driver closed the door. They hit almost every kid store in Manhattan. Monique stopped and had their picture taken and then they went to eat. As soon as they reached the limo, Quran was spent. He laid across his grandmother’s lap and passed out as she sat rubbing his head on her way to Kayson’s house.

  Once inside, she laid him in KoKo and Kayson’s bed. She covered him up and looked around, smiling as she looked at the pictures of Kayson and KoKo. She grabbed her wrap and put it around her arms and walked into the closet, touching all of Kayson’s clothes. Feeling the material of the many shirts, she grabbed one and put it on. Then she sat in his chair, closed her eyes and cried. Once she collected herself, she got up and continued to collect memories of her son. Her moment would have been almost perfect, but KoKo fucked that up.

  KoKo came busting in the closet. “Why the fuck you got my son in New York?”

  “Calm down, KoKo. I just wanted him to see the lights and attractions. Plus his birthday is coming up. I wanted to take him to the Big Apple.”

  “Mo, you know good and well it’s not safe for him to be here. You ain’t even run shit by me.” KoKo stood in full rant mode.

  “No one knows I’m here. We will be gone in the morning.”

  “No the fuck you ain’t. You have to leave tonight.”

  “Look, KoKo, just let him sleep through the night. It’s been a long day, plus he wants to see his mommy. Let’s just get some rest and in the morning after he eats we can go. Please, KoKo.”

  KoKo was pissed off. She wanted to slap the shit out of Monique. Because she specifically told her not to come back to New York and under no circumstances should she ever bring Quran here.

  While the two women swapped words back and forth, Quran sat up in the bed, rubbing his little eyes.

  KoKo was ready to deliver her verdict and send her back on the first thing smoking, but was stopped by the voice of her little prince. “Mommy,” his sleepy little voice rang out.

  KoKo mustered up a smile and turned around. “Hey mommy’s big boy.”

  He ran to her and she picked him up in her arms and kissed his little lips. He held her face in his hands and kissed her nose and eyes.

  “Mommy,” he kept saying and hugging her neck.

  “You missed mommy?”

  “Yeeeessss,” he said, and then slithered down to the floor. “Look!” He ran to the bed and got his big truck and ran back to KoKo’s side. “See. See, Mommy.” He pressed the buttons and lights came on and music played.

  “Ohhh . . . Look at that,” she said, squatting to his level and touching the buttons with him.

  “Truck, Mommy. Vroom. Vroom,” he said as he went to the floor and began rolling it back and forth.

  “That is so nice, sweetie.” KoKo watched as he became engrossed with his toy.

  “Mommy, I wanna get in the big tub.” Quran pointed to the bathroom.

  “Okay. Let me get it ready.” She stood up, turned to Monique, and gave her a serious stare down. Then she walked to the bathroom to prepare the tub. On her way past Monique, she said, “One night.”

  Monique looked at Quran, who was taking his clothes off as fast as he could. “Can I put my truck in, Grandma?”

  “No, Quran. But grandma has something else for you.” She moved toward the bags.

  “Okay.” He took off running naked toward the bathroom. Monique giggled because of how much he looked like his dad.

  KoKo got in the tub with Quran and laughed and played with the tub toys. When they got out, they got in their pajamas and she had the maid prepare him dinner. After they ate, she got in bed and snuggled up next to him and watched a few movies. KoKo put her face on his and inhaled the aroma of Johnson & Johnson nighttime lotion. His soft skin caressed her face, tickling her nostrils.

  “I love you, Mommy.”

  “I love you too, Quran.” She hugged him tight in her arms. He was the only peace she had in he
r world full of chaos. Even though seeing him brought her so much joy, she could not shake the fact that Monique being in New York was for more than just a shopping spree, and she damn sure was going to find out what she was up to.

  -23-

  Seize The Moment

  On a hot, sunny day in August,. Curupt and Goldie were cruising down I-285 heading toward his dealership. They had been inseparable ever since the day he came to her house. They pulled into the lot and parked.

  “What you about to do?” Curupt asked, looking over at Goldie.

  “I was planning on going home, then just relaxing. Why?”

  “Nah, I wanted you to hang out with me today.”

  “Okay, I can do that.”

  “I need to run in my office. I’ll only be a minute. I have to fax some paperwork.”

  “Okay, can I watch you work?” Goldie asked in her sexy voice.

  Curupt watched as she bit down on her bottom lip. “You know I can’t say no to you.” He rubbed the side of her face. Goldie kissed his hand as he slowly pulled it away. “I got something planned for us tonight,” Curupt said as he hit the locks.

  “I hope so,” she said, giving him that naughty look.

  They exited the car and entered the dealership.

  “What’s up, Mr. Wilson?” his secretary said.

  “Any messages?”

  The secretary passed him a stack of call back slips.

  He thumbed through them. “Thanks, Kim. I’ll be in my office.” He walked off with Goldie right behind him.

  Curupt sat at his desk separating a few documents and then printing out a couple. The secretary brought him a few more, and he put them in stacks. He began faxing them over to several sister companies in various states. After he was done, he got up to go to the bathroom.

  Goldie sent a quick text message. She jumped up and began fumbling through the paperwork. Then she stuck a thumb drive into his computer and began downloading all his files. When she heard the toilet flush and the water come on, she put the computer on snooze, walked back around the desk and sat on it.

  When he emerged from the bathroom drying his hands, he got a full view of Goldie. Her legs were open. She was wearing no panties.

  “So do you think I can get some of what you were going to give me later?” she asked as she put her foot up on the desk exposing herself.

  “Why you ain’t got no panties on?”

  “Easy access, baby.”

  Curupt slid his hands up her leg, causing her dress to rise to her waist. He then began to place light kisses on her thighs. He placed his face right between her legs and inhaled deeply. Running the tip of his tongue lightly across her clit, he prepared to get his lips glazed. Just as he was ready to take her there, he heard a commotion developing outside his window.

  “Fuck you, nigga!” the voice rang through the lot.

  “Nigga, I’ll take your life right here!”

  When Curupt heard that last threat, he jumped up, looked out the window and hurried to his desk. He reached in his top drawer and pulled out his gun and headed outside.

  “Stay here,” he ordered, leaving the office and shutting the door behind him.

  Goldie quickly jumped off the desk and went to finish her mission. With the download completed, she released the drive and slid it in her pocket book and sat down. About fifteen minutes later, Curupt reentered the office breathing hard and sweating.

  “What happened?” Goldie came to attention wearing a look of concern.

  “Maaaan …these two niggas about to make me go to jail.”

  “Is everything all right?” she asked and went to look through the blinds.

  “Yeah, I handled it,” he said, placing the gun in his waistband. “Let’s get ready to get outta here,” he instructed.

  “Okay. You know a bitch need you to finish what you started. Let me run in the bathroom real quick.” On her way there, she stopped to kiss his lips.

  “Oh, I got you. Let me tighten this shit up real quick.” Curupt went to his desk, organized the files and put them in the cabinet. Then he shut down his system and waited at the door for Goldie. “You know you got a nigga open, right?” he said as she walked toward him drying her hands.

  “I aim to please.” She walked to the door. Curupt was right behind her as he closed the door and locked it.

  “A’ight, catch you tomorrow. If anything comes up, text me,” Curupt told his secretary.

  Kim smiled until they hit the door and then she dropped it. She didn’t like it when he came through the office with Goldie.

  There was something about her, and she was getting ready to put her ear to the street and find out who this bitch really was.

  -24-

  The Perfect Hit

  “Tonight at eleven o’clock, the horrid tale of a car delivery gone wrong. Three trailers full of luxury cars were headed to Baltimore when an ambush took the lives of all three drivers. As of last update, there are no leads on the missing trailers or the assailants. We will keep you updated as more information becomes available.”

  Andres picked up his remote and turned down the volume. He stared off as he began calculating the money in his mind. He and KoKo stood to make over a hundred thousand dollars on each vehicle, which they were to split sixty-forty in her favor for the risk. He looked at his two business partners and smiled. KoKo had managed to pull off the heist and elude authorities.

  “So when do we settle with them?” one of the men asked as they sat in the back of the coffee shop.

  “I am set to meet her tomorrow.”

  “Do you think you can trust her?” the man’s voice rang of sarcasm.

  “So far, she is a woman of her word. But if I find out she is not, I have no problem with putting two in her pretty little face.”

  The man took a cigar to his mouth, inhaled, and then blew out thick smoke. “You better hope so.”

  Andres said nothing. He began counting the dollars in his head. He knew KoKo was a stand up type female, and the fact that he was sitting across from and working with a man that not only questioned his intellect, but also questioned his judgment, had just upped Andres’s portion of the proceeds.

  ****

  Unfortunate events . . .

  KoKo had just turned off her television after seeing the broadcast of the Atlanta hit on CNN. She had called for Night, Boa, and Savage to prepare them for the meeting later on with the Russians. As she sat in her chair puffing and reflecting, she heard a knock at the door.

  “Come on,” she yelled out as they all piled in. Each man took a seat and waited for her to begin the meeting.

  “Any reports?” she asked before she passed out her instructions.

  “I think we need to send someone down to Virgina to check on Wise and Aldeen. I have been calling them and just getting the machine,” Night stated.

  “Yeah, I had the same thing happen last week,” Savage revealed.

  “I spoke to Aldeen a week ago, but the nigga was in a rush. I try not to put a choke hold on them because I know Kayson’s motto would be, ‘let a nigga get enough rope then hang the shit out of them with it.’” She paused, looking down at her desk for a few seconds. “Let them be for a minute. When we finish this shit I’ma make a trip.”

  “A’ight,” Night responded.

  “Anything else?” she asked.

  “Nah, we good.” He rose to his feet and everyone else followed.

  “Boa. You set for tomorrow?” she asked.

  Boa chuckled. “You ready for tonight?” he said pausing to look in her direction.

  “Have a good evening.” KoKo dismissed him.

  “Yeah, I thought so. Scary ass,” he said heading to the door. “Hit me if you need something,” he said walking out and closing the door.

  “Yeah, I’ma hit you alright. When you least expect it,” She sat back and folded her hands behind her head.

  -25-

  Russian Roulette

  KoKo, Boa, Savage, and three of Night’s bodyguards sat
impatiently waiting for the Russians to show. KoKo was past upset. Late was something she didn’t do, and with the importance of this meeting, these muthafuckas were displaying the highest form of disrespect. The atomosphere alone told her that shit just might get heated. Just as KoKo was ready to call the whole thing off, in walked Boris, the Russian’s cocky ass son, Vladimir and his goons.

  “So, this is Boa?” Vladimir asked in his thick Russian accent as he sat across from him and KoKo.

  “Yes. I wanted to make the introduction. So we can move to the next level.”

  “The next level, huh? And this is who you want me to work with?” he asked, watching Boa sit there with his nostrils flared and eyes slightly squinted.

  KoKo looked over at Boa thinking, What the fuck is his problem?

  “Yeah, he’s one of my best. Plus I got other shit to handle, and he will be dealing directly with you.”

  Vladimir stared Boa down and sucked his teeth. Boa grew angrier by the second, thinking, No this stringy-haired looking cracker is not sitting here sizing me up. Unable to contain himself, Boa said, “Man, fuck this shit. We got other pokers in the fire.” He rose from his seat ready to bounce. It was something he didn’t trust about this whole organization.

  KoKo looked up at Boa as the crease in her forehead deepened. “Sit the fuck down!” she ordered.

  Boa looked down at her. “Nah, ma. I can’t do that. I ain’t working with this racist muhfucka. Fuck him!” His voice echoed throughout the room, putting everyone on alert. Vladimir’s men went for their guns and so did Night and Savage. The whole room was tense. One wrong move could have turned the whole scene into a massacre.

  “You expect me to work with this disrespectful individual. What is this shit, KoKo? I have worked with you and Kayson for years. I have never experienced such disrespect!” Vladimir yelled, banging on the desk with spit flying from his mouth. KoKo looked at him with a careful eye. Sensing that she was not budging, he also took her silence for disrespect. “Well, if that is how it is, everything is off!”