by MìChaune
“Can you meet me outside in five minutes without drawing any attention?” he asked.
“I can do it in two minutes, baby.”
Suwali glanced over his shoulder, hoping his actions weren’t too obvious. “Meet me near the front entrance. I’ll be in a black two-door Benz.”
“And our destination?
“I have a room at the Indigo down the street.”
Janae parted from Suwali and headed for the exit. Along the way she sent Lysa a text message: I’m on the hunt. Will hit you back in an hour or so. Going 2 Indigo up the block 2 do my thang. I’ll ride wit the Mark. I got dis. Jus be ready 2 roll when I hit you back.
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Janae entered the hotel room ahead of Suwali to show off her luscious derrier. The practiced steps made her butt cheeks move like a seesaw under the snug dress.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Suwali asked as he loosened his tie.
Janae stood at the foot of the bed, scanning the lavishly appointed room. “I’ll pass,” she replied as he removed his dress coat.
“Can you take a shower with me?” he asked as her fruity perfume filled the room.
Janae smiled. “I don’t see why not.”
Suwali tossed the dress coat on the bed and reached for Janae’s wide hips. “I knew you were soft.” He squeezed her hips.
Janae reached for the top button on his shirt. “I’ve never been with anyone famous.” She fed his ego. “Maybe you’ll write a book about me. And I know it will be the shit!”
Suwali licked her neck and slid his fingers to the hem of her dress. “You look so damn sweet,” he moaned in her ear.
“You gonna taste my pussy?”
He nodded as he slid the back of the dress up the curve of her ass. Her bare ass filled his palms when the dress circled her soft waist. “Magnificent!” He clutched both of her honey-brown cheeks as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“Think you can handle all that?” she asked with her hands sliding under his tank top.
“It’s so big and soft!” He tested the weight of her ass as his dick grew along his leg.
“You’re making me wet,” she whispered against his shoulder. “And when I get wet, I gotta have some good dick. And I like it hard! Real hard and rough!” She reached for his belt.
“All I want to do is taste you.” He continued to fondle her ass.
“That’s what you’re saying now.” She yanked his belt loose. “I’ma get some dick. Even if I have to take it!”
Suwali couldn’t ignore the flood of blood that raced to expand his penis. The breath rushed through his lips when Janae gently stroked his erection. Her wet tongue raced around his ear as her circled grip moved back and forth.
“Mmm, I like this dick,” she moaned. “I wanna cum all over it after you eat my pussy.”
Suwali tried to fight the urge to stick his dick in some pussy. In his selfish view, oral sex didn’t count as cheating. In a span of four minutes, he allowed Janae to strip him butt-ass naked. That thirst for some pussy had his dick rocked up as Janae peeled her dress off.
“Go and start the shower,” she stroked his erection again. “I’ll grab my condoms outta my purse in case you change your mind.”
He cupped his hands under her breasts and lifted them up to his mouth. He kissed each nipple and licked the left one until she moaned. Janae squeezed her thighs as a heavy wetness formed. Suwali had Janae horny as hell! She had to shove her lust aside to stick to the plan. After stroking his dick a few more times, she playfully shoved him toward the bathroom.
“Make sure it’s still hard when I join you.” She rubbed his brown ass and sent him on his way. The instant she stood alone, she rushed into action. She grabbed a box of condoms from her purse along with her iPhone. The latter item she hid across the room, knowing it was programed to start recording in ten minutes. Janae would string his ass along for a wild ride in the shower. The bed would be the stage for her. Every act she did with him would be recorded. She joined him in the shower and teased him by brushing her big ass against his wood. The timing had to be perfect, and in ten minutes she would have him on the bed, recording things that he wanted to remain secret. Janae thought she had it all figured out and her thirst for the lick had her slipping before her first deceitful step.
Chapter Nineteen
Out of Asheville city limits and on to some personal shit, Lysa pushed the black Acura TLX down Tryon Street and made her way to the private gravesite owned by the Esmay family near the Sugar Creek Parkway intersection. The busy Charlotte streets weren’t a deterrent from seeing and paying respects to the love of her life. She waited in line like the rest of the traffic trying to get on West Sugar Creek Road so she could use the hidden entrance into the memorial plot.
Unknown to many people, Lysa had a separate life outside of tricking and the occasional boosting. She got into the game to get away from the family drama in Charlotte. Asheville was two hours away, far enough to do her dirt but close enough for her to come home when she needed to. Her youthful appearance allowed everyone to think she was nineteen, and she played the role to a T. The truth was, Lysa Esmay was twenty-eight and the daughter of a crime boss in Nicaragua. She had access to money but, unlike her siblings and cousins, Lysa never could get with the lifestyle of the rich and famous. She didn’t want maids checking in on her and watching her every move. Lysa liked cooking her own food and folding her clothes and being an independent woman.
Lysa wanted to make her own way. And tricking and hustling allowed her to come up on her own terms.
The two car seats in the back seat of the car were empty, as she’d left her two boys, Simon and Jamal, at her parents’ estate in Managua, Nicaragua. Normally, the boys would’ve followed her here, but Lysa wasn’t just coming to America for a trip to see family and friends. Lysa was here on business.
Her first order would be to follow up with the police department to see if they had any leads on the death of her lover and partner, Isreala Esmay. Isreala was the junior leader of the violent and wealthy Esmay family. Members of the dark-skinned Hispanic family were beautiful, with many of the members infiltrating the entertainment industry as singers, actors, football players, and models. Their skin tone and expensive education helped them pass for black, and they were black. But when they were around one another, their native heritage took root.
Isreala Esmay had been killed by Leshaun a year and a half prior over their dispute of “territory” for the space that had been known as Dom’s Paradice. Isreala wanted the property on North Davidson Street so she could bring back the drug trade in the once profitable area in midtown Charlotte. Isreala held tight to the memories when her family fought over that piece of real estate and the two-year battle it took to get it and the seven-year battle they fought to retain it.
Leshaun saw the opportunity to grow what has become NoDa’s art district and to use the Charlotte version of Dom’s Paradice as a multicultural melting pot. Leshaun saw the business opportunity to keep her doors open as the crowd changed over time.
The fact that Isreala made a big push for the land and kept herself visible in Charlotte was also a bonus for Leshaun. Several rivals of the Esmay family had put up bounties as high as a quarter of a million dollars for the death of Isreala.
Leshaun planned on and eventually used some of that money to clean up the area around Dom’s Paradice and make changes to the former three-story warehouse on the inside.
Lysa looked at herself in the rearview mirror. She was pleased that her giant Afro had held its asymmetrical shape. Her big, golden, triangle-shaped earrings were a nod to her unique style. Lysa was careful to wear Isreala’s favorite red tube dress and red two-inch Christian Loubutin red bottom pumps. The outfit was Isreala’s favorite, and Lysa took pride in wearing it.
The phone vibrated on Lysa’s car mount. Seeing Liam’s name flash across the radio dial brought a smile and a sense of peace on her face. She’d been trying for the last few days to reach the man who was the fath
er of her children.
Without hesitation, she pressed the call button on her steering wheel. “Liam, what’s up,” she greeted him as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. She moved the few strands of hair she thought were out of place to the right side.
“Baby girl, I’m sorry I didn’t get in touch with you,” Liam started the conversation. “I was stuck in Tijuana trying to close this deal for my clients. It took the Santos family forever to settle on the price of the retail shopping center, but we finally got the deal done. I wanted to surprise you in Managua; but when I got to your parents’ estate, the maid let me know you weren’t here. I’m waiting on the nanny to get back so I can spend some time with Simon and Jamal.”
“I didn’t mean for our wires to cross.” Lysa felt guilty about not including Liam on the trip. He’d expressed wanting to come and visit the grave, especially since he was on good terms with Isreala and she gave him her blessing to be her “man crush.” Usually, Isreala didn’t compromise on the sexuality of the women she bedded. Dicks were forbidden unless they were her plastic strap-on. But one look at Liam and Isreala could see how Lysa couldn’t fight the temptation. Liam was a nice shade of Coca-Cola caramel, and his presence was alluring. At six foot three, 208 pounds, he was the perfect shape for a shooting guard in the NBA. Instead of using his muscles to move down the court, Liam used his brain to push real estate across half of the country and a few states in Mexico.
That kind of intellect attracted both Lysa and Isreala.
“I’m good. Maybe I can catch a flight to Charlotte,” Liam suggested.
Lysa could hear the maids talking in the background and one of the cooks asking Liam in Spanish what he wanted for dinner. His reply in Spanish reminded her of another reason why she loved him: he spoke English, Spanish, and Portuguese with ease.
“I can get into that,” Lysa replied. “Maybe we can enjoy a few moments without having to be Mommy and Daddy for once.”
Flashbacks came to mind of the last threesome she, Liam, and Isreala had. As her panties got wet, Lysa felt a little guilty knowing that Isreala would never be able to physically make her do that again. Or that she couldn’t watch Liam’s backside as he stroked Isreala like she’d never been played with before. Enjoying the view of Isreala discovering and being turned out by sex with a man always turned her on and Liam never disappointed.
“That’d be nice. You need to find a spot in the Queen City where we can show off our talents on XTube.”
Lysa giggled. It’d been awhile since she let anyone see her and Liam get freaky on cam. “Yeah, I’ll do that. Bring your camera so we can get some good angles.”
“Bet. Tell Isreala I love her.”
Lysa nodded her head as if he could see her. “No worries.”
Lysa pressed the END button and dismounted her iPhone from the dashboard. She opened the door and stepped out and made sure her dress was straight and hugged her curves in all the right places. In Lysa’s mind, Isreala could see her from heaven, and she wanted to make sure her girl always had a good view.
She walked to the unmarked plot where she helped bury her lover over a year ago. The grass pushed up well over the burial ground, and Lysa still wanted to talk Papa Esmay into letting her plant a tree there. Isreala had always talked about wanting to be buried under or near a tree and, for Lysa, this was the only wish she hadn’t been able to grant yet.
“Sorry I’m late,” Lysa spoke as she knelt down to the spot where Isreala’s head rested. “Liam was getting me hot and bothered.” Lysa got comfortable as she stretched out above the ground. “Anyway, next time I come out here, I’ll bring him so the two of y’all can talk.”
Lysa exhaled, and a tear dropped from her eye. “We still haven’t found who killed you yet. Even though I think Leshaun did it, I believe that the Poconos family may have had something to do with it, too. I wouldn’t put it past them.” Lysa laid her hand in her lap. “CharMeck is dragging their feet. I realize you had a lot of enemies but you had a lover and a friend in me and I think I deserve to see your murderer brought to justice.
“Portia’s crazy ass still trying to find out who did it too and that has me concerned because you know Chica Loca. All them screws still loose and Loco and Marcos aren’t doing nothing but eggin’ her on.” Lysa shook her head in disappointment. She could see Isreala doing the same. “I’ll give it to her, though: next to me and Liam she was the most loyal to your ass. Portia worshiped the ground you walked on and the girl ain’t been right since you been gone.
“You know she asked Papa Esmay to groom her for your spot and she been doing little things to show she got what it takes. Don’t ask me because you know I didn’t get into that shi—”
Before Lysa could finish her thought, she felt a gloved hand cover her mouth. Another person quickly pounced on her legs and began tying her up.
“Portia ain’t got shit on me, bitch,” Lysa heard a female voice bark. She couldn’t figure out who was wrapping her up, but she did know that the two or more assailants were too strong for her to fight. She tried kicking and moving her arms, but they were overwhelming.
Lysa looked around, but it was no use. Her eyes were covered by some cloth, and her arms were bound behind her. She felt her dress being hiked up and she screamed all she could.
“Ooh, her pussy wet.” She could hear a high-pitched masculine voice as she felt a thick finger tracing the outline of her vulva. “Let me find out she gets off talking to dead bitches and shit.”
“Well, give her some dick then,” the woman commanded.
Lysa heard a package being torn as her body was forced to the ground. She wanted to fight her attacker but, instead, she attempted to open her legs to give her rapist easy access. She hoped that by giving in, her life would be spared.
The latex-covered penis entered her warm opening and, soon, she felt a heavyset man pushing and grinding on her as he grunted. He pumped fast as Lysa struggled to figure out how to breathe in and out of her nose properly. Wheezing was the best she could do as he continued with his 345-horsepower pace. Wetness continued to leak from her vagina, but Lysa knew that some of that was blood. Her rapist was of decent length but had huge girth, thus expanding her walls farther than she was accustomed to.
“Ooo, wheee,” the man let off as his body shook violently. Lysa had begun to figure out how to breathe again as she could feel the man orgasming, releasing himself in the condom while still inside of her. He got up, and Lysa was happy that the rape was quick and his weight was off of her.
“Was the pussy good?” the female assailant asked.
“Yeah, ma,” were the last words Lysa heard before she heard a gunshot ring out and the man’s body fell on top of her. “Ma” surprised her with her own form of revenge. She felt her left elbow pop and the barrel of the gun being pushed to her left side of her head and the bullet rushing through her skull. Her next vision confused her as to whether she was alive or dead.
Chapter Twenty
“Johntae.” Leshaun stared at her iPhone that was on top of the coffee table in her suite at the Renaissance. She was on Facetime speaking to the manager of her club. “Thanks for coming to Charlotte on such short notice. I’ll be in the club in about three hours. Go ahead and have my suite ready. I want my mimosa and a bottle of Kinky Gold at room temperature.”
“Damn, boss.” She could see Johntae passing a note to a new employee he’d just hired for security a few days before. “You throwing them drinks back a little too fast.”
“Boy, do what I tell you to do,” Leshaun ordered as she brought her face close to the screen. “I’m trying to get loose before Noreaga brings that crowd in tonight. He don’t come to Charlotte that often and, when he do, I want to make sure I’m that baddest bitch winding and grinding to that reggaeton.”
“You keep it up and your ass is gonna be on WorldStar and YouTube,” Johntae warned as he walked around and did his midday club inspection. “Everything look the way you want it to?”
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Yeah, and don’t worry about the line outside the door before the morning is over.”
Leshaun got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen. She reached in the cupboard for a plastic Zaxby’s cup to pour some lemonade in. “We tried that shit last year with the running man challenge, and that didn’t work. But if I should happen to go viral then that means Dom’s Paradice will be poppin’ the next few days.”
“Let them titties fall out and we’ll be viral again.” Johntae smirked.
“Remind me to fire your ass when I get in the door tonight. Let me find where Prince is and I’ll be in later tonight.”
“Bet. I’ll make sure VIP is ready for Noreaga and his boys. Maybe I’ll talk him into doing some of his classics and get the club bouncing.”
Leshaun shook her head as she hung up the phone. Taking a quick sip of her lemonade, she put the cup down when she looked outside on her patio and still couldn’t see her sister outside. “Dammit, where is that girl?”
No sooner than her question flew out of her mouth, she heard the toilet flush and the water running from the small bathroom near the kitchen. Leshaun took another sip of her lemonade and entered the kitchen.
“If Johntae has your titties falling out of your shirt in a club full of horny men and lustful women, I’m killing his ass,” Gogo vowed as she walked to the sink, washed her hands again, and grabbed a glass from the dish drain on the counter and filled it with tap water.
“Gogo, don’t worry. I’m not going to have my titties out, I promise.” Leshaun had no shame in Gogo overhearing her conversation. Then she realized that she was talking loud in the living room and had Johntae on speaker. “You know I’m trying to keep Dom’s Paradice jumping. If people aren’t coming, then I’m not getting paid.”
“Oh, you getting paid.” Gogo arched her left eyebrow up. “You still dealing with Lysa and Janae?”
“I took care of Lysa last night.” Leshaun didn’t lie. “Now she’s with the rest of her family.”