Changed Man

by Roy Glenn

  When he got off the plane and headed toward baggage claim, me and Bobby were right behind him. As soon as he got there, we took him.

  “Hello, Solomon,” Bobby said and grabbed his arm.

  “Bobby?” he asked looking shocked to see him.

  “How was your flight?” I asked, grabbing his other arm and I put my gun in his back.

  “What’s going on?” Solomon asked, now he was looking scared.

  “We need to talk,” I said.

  “What about my luggage?” Solomon asked as we forcibly escorted him out of the terminal.

  “You can come back for it,” I said.

  “If you’re still alive,” Bobby said, and we took a cab back to where we left Bobby’s car. We gagged him and tossed his ass in the trunk and drove him back uptown. After what I am sure was a rough ride, we took Solomon in The Late Night to the storage room. Once we tied him to a chair, he sat there looking terrified while we took our time putting on our gloves. Then Bobby punched him in the chest before we took the gag out of his mouth.

  “What’s up with this, Black?” Solomon asked, and Bobby punched him in the chest.

  “Simon Parrish,” I said, and Bobby punched him in the chest again.

  “Simon? What about him?” he asked, and Bobby punched him in the chest again.

  “Where is he?”

  “I don’t know where he is,” he said, and shook his head before I punched him in the chest.

  “That is not what I wanna hear,” I said, and I punched him in the chest and then Bobby punched him in the chest too. “Try again.”

  “Ouch! Shit!” Solomon spit out. “I’m serious, Black, I don’t know where he is.”

  Bobby punched him in the chest. “You need to do better than that, mutha fucka.”

  “We need our money, Solomon,” I said, and I punched him in the chest and then Bobby punched him. “And if I can’t get my money from him—”

  “We gonna get that money from you,” Bobby said and punched him.

  “Off your dead body if that’s what it takes,” I said and punched him.

  I gotta say, the look on Solomon’s face was priceless. I think that he was expecting us to slap him around, ask him where to find Simon Parrish and he would say I don’t know where he is, and we say, okay you can go. Wasn’t happening. He needed to give us something, something we could use.

  Bobby took out his gun and put it in Solomon’s eye.

  “Come on now, Bobby, you ain’t gotta be like this,” Solomon pleaded.

  “Yes, he does,” I said, and got in his face. “Tell me what I wanna know or Bobby will end this discussion, and you.”

  “I’m serious, Black, I don’t know where he is.”

  “Bobby.”

  “Wait!” Solomon shouted. “I know that he is out of the country and I really don’t know where, Black. I swear fo’ god that I don’t. I can’t even say when he’ll be back.”

  “Bad for you,” I said. “But not to worry, we’re not gonna kill you,”

  “If we kill you, we’ll never get our money,” Bobby said, and it seemed like Solomon relaxed. “You’ll just be a badly deformed cripple that gotta be fed through a straw, but you’ll be able to get us our money.”

  “This is about to get painful,” I said and reached back to punch him.

  “Wait!” Solomon shouted and then he took a deep breath. “I can tell you that when he is in the country, he works with a security company called Secure Solutions.”

  “That’s who that big Arnold Schwarzenegger looking mutha fucka works for?” Bobby asked.

  “Yes — yes. They work out of an office on the lower east side.”

  “Not good enough!” I shouted and reached back again to hit him.

  “Wait!” he shouted, but it was too late. By the time I got finished swinging, his face was a bloody mess, as were my gloves, and I think his nose was broken.

  Bobby leaned forward and got in his face. “You know you could have saved yourself a lot of pain if you had just told the nigga where on the lower east side we can find this office. You know that, right?”

  Solomon spit out blood. “Delancey street.”

  Now that we had something useful, we untied Solomon, let him get cleaned up, before we let him leave and we headed downtown. Oh, and in case you were wondering, his nose wasn’t broken. Once we looked over the way they were set up, I decided that it required a softer touch to get the information we were looking for and that meant we needed Wanda.

  But it was late afternoon, the Secure Solutions office would be closing soon, and shit, it was my birthday and that was when Bobby started talking up going to Sparks. We were told that it was the hot new club on the lower east side. That shit was weak.

  Me and Bobby were just about to leave when Toya and Stephanie walked in. Bobby lost his fucking mind when he saw Stephanie. I mean she had come fuck me, Bobby written all over her. Stephanie was a tall beautiful flat chested slimmy with an ass that could stop traffic, so now, we can’t leave.

  It didn’t take long before Bobby was on her. They’re talking and laughing and he’s buying her drinks; he even got up a couple of times and did that two-step he calls dancing. Now, let me share something with you: Bobby Ray can pull a woman. Hear him tell it, he can pull any woman, anytime, anywhere.

  “I don’t give a fuck if her man is standing right next to her. If I want her, she is mine,” I’ve heard him say hundreds of times. And I’ve seen him do it. I stood next to him and heard him tell a woman, “This thing between you and your man—” He’d shake his head. “It ain’t gonna last.” And before the night was over he’d have her. I’ve also seen that ability backfire when her man objected to Bobby taking his woman.

  So, anyway, Bobby is on her, which left me with Toya. She was cute, had the type of playground that I liked playing on, but it was obvious that she really wasn’t feeling me, and I wasn’t feeling her. But it was a party; a birthday party, mine, Bobby’s was in two days. Needless to say, we were fucked up when we got there and like I said, Bobby was buying drinks like it was water, so we were all talking and having a good time.

  But all the while, I got my eyes on a little thick cutie with a nice ass and titties that needed to be exposed before those rock-hard nipples cut through her blouse. We made eye contact, exchanged smiles and each of us had made it clear to the other that we weren’t with the person we were sitting next to. I was about to try to get her to get up from the table and meet me at the bar, when I noticed that Stephanie was whispering something to Bobby.

  Whatever she said made his facial expression change to confusion. “Really,” she said and pointed at Toya.

  “You’re kidding?” Bobby asked. She shook her head that she was not.

  Toya leaned close to me. “She just told him that she doesn’t do men and she’s with me.”

  “Really,” I said. It was definitely a statement and not a question because now, I was intrigued.

  Bobby got up from the table. “I’ll be back, Mike,” he said and walked away.

  Stephanie looked at Toya. “I’m gonna run to the ladies’ room.”

  “I’m good,” Toya said.

  As soon as Stephanie walked away from the table, our waitress came. “Y’all want another round?”

  I drained my glass. “Sure, bring us another.” I dug in my pocket and dropped some money on her tray.

  “You ain’t out too?”

  I looked around for thick cutie; she was ghost. I looked at Toya.

  “I’m good where I am.” For the time being, I thought but didn’t say.

  It wasn’t like I hadn’t met lesbians before, but like I said, for some reason I was intrigued. Needless to say, Bobby never came back to the table, he found another woman to talk to. Stephanie didn’t either, she made her way to the bar and she found another woman to talk to. After a while, Bobby was telling me that he would get with me in the morning. So, it was just me and Toya.

  Maybe it was because little thick cutie was gone or maybe it
was because I was suddenly and unexplainedly intrigued, or maybe we were both drunk, but me and Toya were having a good time.

  “You’re all right, Mike,” Toya said and then she drained her glass.

  “What?” I laughed. “I’m all right because I didn’t run away from you because you don’t like men?”

  “I never said I didn’t like men. Stephanie doesn’t like men. I like men, I just like women too,” Toya said, which explained why I was suddenly and mysteriously intrigued with her. “I like you, Mike.”

  Well, I guess since I’m in bed with both of them in the lower east side apartment they shared, you can tell what happened when Stephanie came back to the table. The three of us left together and caught a cab to their apartment which wasn’t far away. When we got there, I took off my coat and sat down on the couch while Toya and Stephanie whispered to each other and then Stephanie went into what I assumed was their bedroom.

  “Would you excuse us for a few minutes?” Toya asked.

  “Sure.”

  “It may be more than a few, but don’t leave, okay?”

  “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

  Shit, I was fucked up. Fuck was I gonna do if they didn’t come back? I’d be cool crashing right here on this couch.

  “Take your time.”

  “Okay.” Toya took a few steps toward the room before turning and saying, “Don’t leave, Mike.”

  “I told you, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

  “You promise?” The smile on her face said she knew I wasn’t going anywhere because she had me right where she wanted me.

  “Go.” I pointed. “I’ll be right here when you get back,” I said and patted the couch. Toya went in the bedroom and I heard her close the door, and I made myself comfortable. I don’t know how long I had been sitting there on that couch, but like I said, I was fucked up, so I must have passed out. The next thing that I heard was Stephanie yelling my name.

  “Mike! … Mike!”

  “Huh?”

  I opened my eyes to the sight of Stephanie standing naked in front of me and she was dripping wet; pearls of water were running down off her hair and sexy brown skin. And suddenly I was wide awake and looking forward to fuckin’ her.

  “If you’re going to get in bed with Toya, I need to bathe you. So come on,” she said and waited there until I got up and came toward her before she turned and led me to the bathroom.

  When I followed her in, Toya was already in the shower. She waved at me with a big bright smile. “Was he asleep?” she asked.

  “Out cold,” Stephanie replied.

  “Come on and get in here with me, the water will do you good,” Toya said as I stepped out of my shoes and started to get undressed and Stephanie was about to get back in the shower.

  “No!” Toya said abruptly and opened the shower door. “I wanna watch you undress him. Slowly.”

  Stephanie looked at Toya and then to me. Just a hint of a smile hit the corners of her lips as she walked over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. By now it was obvious that Toya was running this thing and Stephanie was gonna do whatever she was told.

  If you’re going to get in bed with Toya, I need to bathe you.

  And if I wasn’t convinced by that, Stephanie began dancing around, undressing me slowly for Toya’s entertainment.

  “Go behind him and pull the shirt off his shoulders,” Toya instructed, leaned against the wall and slapped one of her juicy titties.

  “Yes, Toya.”

  I felt myself getting hard as Stephanie allowed her wet hand to linger as it glided across my chest while watching Toya spread her legs and eased two fingers inside herself. Stephanie peeled my shirt off one shoulder and then the next.

  “Now glide your hands down his arms and then rub that sexy chest.” Stephanie did as she was told as Toya squeezed a nipple and worked her fingers inside her wetness a little faster.

  “His nipples get hard like yours do,” Stephanie murmured.

  “Squeeze them,” Toya ordered softly, making it clear she was as affected as Stephanie was. Then the speed of her thrusting fingers picked up.

  This shit was hot.

  I was staring at Toya, she was staring at me while she slammed her fingers in and out of herself. Stephanie was squeezing my sensitive nipples and I watched Toya’s eyes open wide and her head drift back. That shit was making my dick throb like it was about to burst through the skin and I hoped that somebody planned on sucking it.

  “Ah,” Toya let out a sexy moan and her pretty eyes closed as her body shuddered. But then suddenly, her eyes popped open. “I need those pants off him now, Stephanie.”

  “Yes, Toya.”

  “Kneel down in front of him.”

  When Stephanie complied and quickly got on her knees, I hoped that Toya was gonna tell her to blow me while she was down there.

  “Unbuckle his belt and then pull down his zipper really slow.”

  When she pulled down the zipper, Stephanie paused. I guess she noticed that I wasn’t wearing underwear. I never do.

  “Now let his pants drop to the floor.”

  Once again, Stephanie complied.

  “Am I going to be happy, Stephanie?”

  “Very.”

  “Move, let me see.” Toya pushed off the wall carefully. “Nice, very nice,” she said as Stephanie helped me step out of my pants. “Stroke it for me, Stephanie.”

  “Yes, Toya.”

  “Stand behind him and do it, I want to see it.”

  Stephanie got to her feet, moved behind me and put her body on mine as Toya’s pace got faster. She reached around, took my dick in her hand and stroked while she worked her body against mine. I was enjoying the sensation of her nipples against my back, and her firm and yet gentle grip on my dick. The way Stephanie changed her pace to match what Toya was doing to herself was blowing me. When Toya screamed Stephanie began to thrust her body into mine like she was cumming too and maybe she did.

  “Now lead him by the dick to me,” she instructed, and Stephanie complied with her request. She led me into the shower, got a loofah and bathed me while Toya watched. Once Stephanie rinsed the soap from my body, she had an instruction for me.

  “Stay here. I’ll be back for you,” she said and followed Toya out of the shower.

  As Stephanie began to dry Toya, it was my turn to watch and get her hot, hotter than she already was. I opened the shower door, leaned against the wall, looked into Toya’s eyes and began stroking my dick. She watched with her finger in her mouth and her hand between her legs while Stephanie patted her back until it was dry.

  “Bring him to me,” Toya said and went in the bedroom as Stephanie came back for me. Once she dried me and then herself, I followed the lady to the bedroom. Toya was laying on the bed with her legs gapped open, massaging her fat pretty clit.

  Me and Stephanie crawled up on the bed and we fucked Toya. Me and Stephanie, however, did not have sex with each other. She wouldn’t even let me suck a tittie. Which was a real shame because Stephanie had fat nipples that I would have loved sucking. And with her face buried between Toya’s thighs and her big round ass up in the air, it was hard to resist going up in her.

  Anyway, we fucked Toya, and yes, I do mean we, because sometime during round three, Stephanie disappeared, came back strapped up and put in serious work on Toya’s ass while I fucked her. And then Toya strapped up and she fucked the shit outta Stephanie while I sat back and watched. There was no part in that set for me, ’cause neither one of them was fuckin’ me.