Definition of a Bad Girl

by MìChaune

  Lloyd palmed her ass as a surge of blood raced to the tip of his dick. He couldn’t catch a grip on the moment as Gogo worked her fingers through the front of his pants and inside his boxers. A groan rolled from his chest when she pulled his dick out like a rabbit out of a hat.

  Gogo broke free from his lips to stare at his protrusion that filled her hand. Damn, it’s big! No wonder he had Lysa and Janae tripping. “Nice,” she cooed as she gently stroked it.

  Lloyd closed his eyes as Gogo jacked his dick. It felt too good to even think about asking her to stop. He knew he was in trouble when she smeared his precum all over the tip with her thumb.

  “Looks yummy,” she whispered as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her new position placed her in the perfect spot to closely admire his thickness. She used both hands to massage his dick to its fullness until it bumped her chin. She smiled up at him and licked her lips.

  Just another groupie. Lloyd tried to justify his lustful actions. With no care for tomorrow, he laid his hand on top of her head and parted her soft lips with his dick.

  Gogo squeezed her breasts as his dick inched deeper in her mouth. Her plan of seduction was on schedule and Gogo went to work, devouring him with her hands, lips, and tongue.

  * * *

  Down in the lounge, Bryson sat alone at the bar with a glass of Henny. He wanted Lloyd to relax, and he figured his new whore would do the trick. Just as he reached for his drink, his smartwatch chimed with a text message alert. By voice command, he checked the text and saw he had a new message in his inbox on Facebook: Da Baddest Bitch. He frowned because the name wasn’t familiar. He settled back in the chair and read the message that sped up his breathing. By the last word he shot to his feet and hauled ass for the elevator.

  * * *

  Lloyd had his eyes closed and his head tossed back as Gogo slid her soft lips back and forth on his dick. “Feels so good,” he groaned with a hand fisted in her hair. “That’s how I like it. Nice, slow, and wet.”

  Gogo lost herself in the promiscuous act. The more she sucked, the sweeter his dick tasted. She sat complaisant on the bed, moaning and sucking at his flesh. Her pussy turned soggy, and she had a burning desire to fuck him. She kept her hands circled around the root of his penis while she skated her lips across the rest.

  Lloyd shivered when she groped his balls while sucking hard on his tip. “Ooohhh, shit! Work it just like that! Don’t stop!”

  Gogo circled her tongue around his sweet bell head and got on her porn star acts by slapping his wet dick against her cheek. She licked him up and down with her fingers still playing with his balls. When she took him back inside her mouth, she reached down to unbutton her jeans. She sucked him fast for a length of ten seconds before she stopped. “I want this in my pussy,” she panted with his dick against her face. Before he could say anything, she stood and wiggled the jeans down her phat ass and wide hips.

  Lloyd followed her rushed actions and removed his clothes. When he stepped free of his pants and boxers, Gogo dropped to her knees to lick his balls. She raked her nails up and down his hard muscular stomach. In a lusting blur, her remaining clothes were removed until they stood stark naked.

  Gogo crawled back on the bed with her eyes locked on the stoutness bobbing between his legs. She bit her bottom lip and slid two fingers up the length of her slippery pussy. Her heart thumped as Lloyd tore open a condom with his teeth. She fell back on her elbows and spread her legs to display her phat-lip pussy. The lick could wait. She stared at him rolling the condom down to the root of his erection. Her pussy throbbed and leaked as she thirsted for his deep thrust.

  Lloyd moved between her splayed legs and inhaled the aroma of her pussy. Her body, every inch of it, was favorable to him. He bathed her raised nipples with his tongue as her nails dug into his shoulders. The warmth of her meaty legs slid up his sides.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! Lloyd tried to ignore the loud knocks as he continued to suck Gogo’s nipple.

  Gogo had déjà vu as Lloyd sighed between her breasts.

  “Damn!” He looked toward the door.

  “You expecting someone?” Gogo managed to say with her pussy throbbing for his dick.

  “It has to be my brother.” He closed his eyes and slowly eased from between her legs.

  “Mmmm.” Gogo shivered. “I was hoping you wouldn’t answer it.”

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Lloyd frowned. “Stay in here and let me go see what’s up.” He reached for a towel.

  Bryson barged into the room with a crazed look on his face. “Where is she?” he whispered.

  Lloyd closed the door. “Where do you think she is? And why the hell are you talking so low?” He crossed his arms and waited for an explanation.

  Bryson threw a worried look toward the bedroom door to his left. “Did you, ah, did you have sex with her?”

  Lloyd sighed and shook his head. “Man, you are really tripping right now.”

  “We need to leave!” Bryson ordered under his breath.

  “Leave?” Lloyd answered confused. “For what?”

  “Because it’s not safe! Trust me on this, and I hope you used a condom with that girl. We got to get out of here!”

  Lloyd wasn’t convinced because his body still yearned to get back inside Gogo. “I’m not moving until you tell me what the hell is going on!” he demanded.

  “Remember what happened to Shyne? Well, stay your black ass here and you’re gonna be just like ’im!”

  Lloyd stared at Bryson as his warning sank in. “Are you saying—”

  “We have to leave! That’s all I’m saying!” Bryson started for the door with the intent to drag Lloyd with him.

  “Ain’t nobody going nowhere!” Gogo eased out of the bedroom in her bra and panties with a .22. “Both of y’all need to put our hands up and step away from the door!”

  Bryson glared at Lloyd with a hard “I told you so!” expression.

  Lloyd raised his hands in disbelief. This what my dumb ass get!

  “You should have listened to your brother.” Gogo smirked with the .22 aimed at Lloyd. “But it’s too late now.”

  “How much do you want?” Lloyd asked. “That’s what this is about, right? Money.”

  “Correct, baby. And I know you got that paper and I want a nice chunk of it.”

  Lloyd nodded toward the bedroom. “I don’t carry much, but it’s all—”

  “I wanna touch that bank account, honey,” Gogo interrupted. “Before I leave this room, I’ma need you to do a money transfer to an account I got.”

  “How much?” Lloyd asked with his eyes on the gun.

  “Fifty bands! And don’t front like you don’t got it ’cause I know you do. Hell, fifty bands won’t hurt your stash so let’s get this shit over with.”

  Fifteen minutes later Gogo had forced Lloyd to subtract $50,000 from his savings account. Lloyd made the transfer happen by sending money to the offshore account Gogo had instructed through the app on his phone. Gogo could feel the phone buzzing in her pocket, notifying her the transaction was complete.

  “Toss your phone on the bed,” she told Lloyd. “You too.” She nodded at Bryson.

  Lloyd glared at Gogo from across the room after he tossed his phone on the bed. “I assume your name isn’t Liah.”

  Gogo rolled her eyes. “Does it fucking matter?” she snapped. “It don’t! But this is what I want to know.” She pointed the .22 at Bryson. “Who warned you about me? And don’t lie because I heard every fucking word!”

  “Uh, somebody sent me a message on Facebook.” Bryson looked up from the floor where he sat beside Lloyd.

  “What it say?” Gogo shouted.

  Bryson winced. “Said you were going to rob Lloyd and try to blackmail him with a rape charge.”

  “Who sent that shit?” Gogo panicked.

  “Da Baddest Bitch!” Bryson told her.

  Gogo’s mouth dropped as she tightened her grip on the. 22. “No,” she murmured. “You telling a gotdamn lie!”


  The truth punched Gogo in the stomach after she read the message on Bryson’s smartphone. She began to think fast as to who would betray their trust. Leshaun had a snake in her circle, and she needed to figure out who it was and fast. She blinked her tears away and turned her anger on Lloyd. “Does that name mean anything to you?”

  He nodded slowly.

  “Shut up, asshole!” Gogo held her tears in check. “Don’t say shit else to me! Not one fucking word and I mean it!”

  Chapter Thirty

  “Stop fucking playing!” Chasity shouted as she shoved an unwelcome hand from her soft ass. “Next muthafucka who touch me is gonna get fucked up!” She forced her way through a group of young hustlers inside the warehouse on Riverside Drive. “And it stank up in here.” She frowned. “Smells like y’all been tricking one of them rotten pussy bitches all damn day! Where Ron Ron at?” she demanded in a sexy bowlegged stance that had every set of eyes locked in on her perfectly round ass.

  “In the back,” one of the hustlers answered.

  Chasity turned and exaggerated the sway in her hips to make her ass bounce. Her effort was rewarded by the slick sexual remarks that chased her down the darkened hall.

  “Ron Ron!” She barged into the room like a DEA officer on a bust. “I need something to put in my lungs.”

  Ron Ron jumped up from the corner desk with his hard face twisted. “Fuck you ain’t knock!”

  Chasity smacked her glossy lips and closed the door. “Miss me with that attitude. I ain’t playing neither. And you need to holla at your crew about touching my ass!” She stood with her hands on her hips. “And why you looking at me all stupid like?”

  Ron Ron blinked and stared at Chasity’s large breasts sitting high under the skintight tank top. “You need to learn how to knock!” he managed to speak.

  “Whatever!” She rolled her eyes. “Whatcha bagging up?” She nodded at the mound of weed on the table. “Hope it’s that good shit.”

  “Sour Diesel,” Ron Ron answered.

  “How much for two ounces?”

  Ron Ron rubbed his goatee and admired how the tight jeans highlighted the thickness in her upper thighs. “Uh, for you?” He smirked. “Gimme six.”

  “Six what?” she asked with a neck roll.

  “Six hunnit and don’t act like that ain’t no deal!”

  “Ron Ron!” She pouted and stomped with every intent to make her breasts bounce. “How you gonna charge me like that?”

  Ron Ron tore his lusting gaze from her big titties. “You can kill that shit right there.” He shook his head. “Six is a deal. Hell, I normally charge seven and you ain’t ’bout to get it for no less!”

  “But it’s for me and Janae,” she whined, hoping he still had a soft spot for her.

  “Shiiit, in that case, gimme eight.”

  “You ain’t shit!” She crossed her arms as the smell of the potent weed ran up her nose.

  Ron Ron stared at how the jeans sliced up into her pussy. Damn! She thick as fuck! “I’m just fucking wit’ you. But for real, you gotta give me six for two ounces, Chasity.”

  “I only got four,” she lied. “You know how hard it is.”

  Ron Ron shrugged. “Can’t give you two for four.”

  “I really, really need it.” She crossed the dull brown carpet and grabbed his hands. “Please. Just this once.”

  Ron Ron knew Chasity well and not once had he tried to fuck her. His relationship with Shauntel kept his lust in check. “I can’t do it yo,” he replied as her breasts sat just a few inches from his face. “This is my hustle. It’s business.” He pulled his hands free and turned back to the table.

  “Rooonn,” she whined again. “Let me get two for four and do an IOU for the rest,” she suggested, knowing good and damn well that she wouldn’t honor the IOU.

  “Not happening. Six is the deal.” He flopped down in the chair with his back facing Chasity. He had to sit down to conceal his dick print.

  “Why you tripping?” She stuck her lips out.

  “It’s business, Chasity, and you know it. I can’t cut you a better deal on this.” His words hit a roadblock when Chasity gently eased her hands across his shoulders. A breath later he felt her warm and soft breasts pressed against the back of his head.

  “I never told Leshaun,” she whispered.

  Ron Ron closed his eyes and used her breasts like a head recliner. “What you talking ’bout?”

  “Remember that cookout we had last year?” She slid her hands over his hard shoulders and down to his chest.

  He nodded. “I remember it.”

  “I saw you peeking in my bedroom as I was drying off from my shower and—”

  Ron Ron jerked up and tried to stand. “Yo! It—”

  “Chill!” She pulled him back in the seat. “It’s all good. Really, it’s nothing to cause any drama about.”

  Ron Ron slid a hand down his face and sighed. “I know what you’re trying to do.” He stared at the wall. “And you know it ain’t right.”

  “What ain’t right is the fact that your dick is hard. Now call me a liar!”

  Ron Ron dropped his chin. “What do you want, Chasity?”

  She lowered her lips beside his ear. “How about I put a new deal on the table?”

  “Six for two.” He stuck to the original deal.

  She licked his hear. “One for two.”

  Ron Ron twisted and slid from under her hands. He stood and turned to face her. “You done lost your fucking mind! One for two! Ain’t no gotdamn way I’m fixing to let you cop two ounces of Sour Diesel for one hunnit!”

  Chasity bit her bottom lip and caught Ron Ron off guard by grabbing his dick print. “I’m not talking about money.” She squeezed him. “We can go to a room, and I’ll let you get one nut up my pussy for two ounces of that Diesel. Now, what’s up?” She saw the indecisive battle in his face. She kissed him and mashed her breasts against him. The battle was tilted in her favor when she felt his hands circling all over her phat ass.

  “You win.” He nuzzled against her peach-scented neck. “I’ll take the one for two.”

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Janae was in a deep sleep, the room quiet, cool just the way she liked it. The smartphone rang, startling her out of a deep sleep. As she tried to get her bearings and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she reached for the phone. Still disoriented, Janae managed to knock the stack of paper and other items on to the floor. When she picked up the cell phone the first thing that stood out was the time: 2:32 a.m. She become paralyzed with fear. Janae focused on the floral ion light as she tried to sit up in the bed. The name. Leigh Ann. What the fuck, man? How the hell did she get this number? She knows not to call me at this hour! In slow motion, Janae touched the TALK button and put the phone to her ear. “Hello.”

  “Janae, Janae, she’s trapped! They found her. She’s trapped!” Leigh Ann was screaming and hollering into the phone. Janae’s heart dropped because she couldn’t comprehend what Leigh Ann was saying at the time.

  “Leigh Ann, stop screaming and tell me, who’s trapped?” Janae ordered.

  “Lysa!” Upon hearing the name of her partner in crime, Janae jumped up.

  “Lysa is trapped how?” Something in Janae’s spirit didn’t seem right with the whole story, but she went along with it.

  “Lysa was in a car accident, and she’s trapped against a building.”

  Janae had tried to remember the last time she heard from Lysa. She wasn’t the girl’s mother, but she figured Lysa had found her a sugar daddy and was milking him dry. “Leigh Ann, where are you? Where’s Lysa?”

  “Not too far from the warehouse.”

  “I’m on my way!” Janae jumped out of the bed and put on some clothes she’d gotten with Bryson’s black card. That’s when it hit her that he hadn’t been around for a few days either.

  The thought crossed her mind to call Kofi, but she held back. She hadn’t spoken to the man in weeks and, by now, the betrayal had to have him feeling some type of wa
y about her. The betrayal was serious and big enough for Kofi to kill her over. She wondered if Kofi was up to whatever happened to Lysa. Doubt set in with the thought that if Leshaun saw both of them at the party, why didn’t she come after them?

  Once Janae got to the accident site, she jumped out of the car before it was able to come to a complete stop. There were two fire trucks, eight police cars, and an ambulance. Janae’s eye fell on the truck that was wrapped around the tree on the passenger’s side: the side that Lysa was sitting on. She ran up to the truck, but a firefighter held her back.

  “Lysa, Janae’s here. You’re going to be okay,” Janae attempted to assure her, but Lysa’s body was disheveled. Her face was puffy and beaten beyond recognition. Janae knew it was her because of her A-symetrical hairstyle and the earrings and she was still in the clothes she’d worn when they last saw each other.

  “We will do the best we can,” the officer assured Janae, but it was no use.

  Lysa was dead, and she didn’t die in no car crash.

  When Leigh Ann approached the scene, it felt like Janae was having an out-of-body experience. She approached her and gave her a hug.

  “We gonna find out who did this. Lloyd and Bryson gonna set them straight,” Leigh Ann vowed.

  “Speaking of, did you call them?” Janae wondered. The crowd got bigger, and she could only imagine the circus that was getting ready to ensue.

  “Can’t get either one of them on the phone.”

  Before Janae could put two words together, the rescue team finally got Lysa out. They placed her corpse in a body bag and put her on a stretcher. Janae knew she was going to have to face Leshaun for everything sooner or later and the stakes of the game she was playing were high.