Larceny

by Jason Poole

  As Petey stumbled back in shock, holdin’ his nuts, I got up and shot him three times in the chest. Pat-pat-pat. He then fell to the ground. I looked around for a second to see if anybody saw me, but no one was in sight. I then stood over him and delivered four shots to his head. Pat-pat-pat-pat.

  I spit on him, and as he lay there dying, I said, “You deserved that, you bitch-ass nigga!” I wiped off the gun, took off the silencer, and put it in my pocket. I put my Rolex and bracelet back on, threw the gun down the sewer, and headed back to the party.

  As I was walking up to the front entrance, I could hear the seductive melody of Teddy Pendergrass’s voice penetrating through the speakers. On my way back in, I saw a good dude I knew by the name of Cat Eye Tony, on his way out.

  “What’s up, Jovan?” Cat Eye Tony said.

  “What’s up, Tony? Hey, the party over or what?” I said.

  “Yeah, Jovan, you know when they play Teddy Pendergrass’s ‘Turn Off The Lights’ that means it’s time to roll.”

  “Yeah, I know. I’ll holla at you, Tony.”

  “Okay. Good to see you, Jovan.”

  “Yeah, you too, Tony.”

  While maneuvering my way through the crowd of people who were leaving the party, I looked around and noticed that Sonya and Germain weren’t standing in the same spot I had left them. After a few seconds I finally spotted them over by the picture booth, talking to a few of their female friends. I walked over and slightly eased my hand on Sonya’s waist, pulling her away.

  “What’s up, boo? Did I take too long?” I asked her, nibbling on her ear.

  “No, you said you’d be gone twenty minutes. That was only fifteen minutes,” Sonya said.

  “So, you clockin’ me now?”

  “How can I clock a man that’s always on time?”

  “Look, this joint ’bout over. You ready to go?”

  “Yeah. Oh, Germain, Jovan is gonna take me home tonight,” Sonya said.

  “What?” Germain said, looking at her with an evil eye.

  “Like I said, Jovan taking me home, so now you can get back to your husband early,” Sonya said, giving Germain the same evil eye.

  “Sonya, you nasty!” Germain said, laughing. “Shut up, girl. You so silly.”

  “Jovan, take it easy on her,” Germain said, winking her eye at me.

  “Bye, Germain.”

  “Bye then.”

  “Germain, you want us to walk you to your car?” I asked.

  “Yeah, Jovan, thanks.”

  We walked Germain to her car and said our good-byes once again.

  “You know something? Y’all two look cute together,” Germain said, getting into her car.

  “Bye, silly. Call me when you get in the house,” Sonya said.

  As I walked Sonya to my car, we saw a small crowd and the police up ahead.

  “Look, Jovan, something happened.”

  “Well, boo, it ain’t none of our business. C’mon, get in the car,” I said, knowing that we had to get out of there fast now that the police had shown up.

  “See, that’s why I don’t like going out. Niggas always out trippin’,” she said.

  “Yeah, I know. They always doing something stupid.”

  “Why can’t they be more like you?” Sonya said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean you got a job and you don’t be around a lot of niggas. You just be chillin’, and you still got the same things these niggas out here hustling got.”

  “I guess that’s the life they chose,” I told her, but in my head I was saying, Baby, you just don’t know. I’m the reason why everybody standin’ there. I just gave ten shots to a nigga who deserved it.

  As we pulled off and made our way through traffic, I put in a CD that would fit the mood. Traffic began to flow and the music began to take over our emotions. I played Jon B & Tupac’s song “Baby Are U Still Down.” Out the corner of my eye I peeped Sonya staring at my watch as the street lights beamed down on its diamonds that reflected rays of rainbows. As my 850I BMW glided up Connecticut Avenue in the cool summer night like a space ship taking off, I placed my hand on Sonya’s thigh and rubbed it softly as if I was rubbin’ a lion’s fur. I could see that just from me touching her like that, I put her at ease to a point where she placed her hand on top of mine and closed her eyes.

  When I pulled up to Sonya’s condo, she was sleeping lightly. “Hey, Sonya, we’re here,” I said to her, gently waking her.

  She woke up in amazement and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Jovan. I guess I got caught up in the music and fell asleep.”

  “So am I going to see you tomorrow or what?”

  “Sure, Jovan,” Sonya said.

  “Would you like me to walk you to your door?” I asked, hoping that she would invite me in.

  “Sure. That’ll be nice.”

  I parked my car and walked Sonya to her door. Once we got to the door, Sonya turned around and planted such a wet, erotic kiss on my lips that I couldn’t hold back. I held her soft body close and we kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. Then she placed her key in the door. As I turned around and began to walk away, Sonya stood in her doorway and watched me go down the hall. I turned around once more and looked at her staring at me.

  “What’s wrong, boo?” I asked her.

  Sonya looked at me with those pretty eyes and said, “Jovan, please stay with me tonight.”

  That’s all she had to say because as soon as we got in her apartment, Sonya grabbed my hand and directed me to her bedroom. All at once, I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth and slid off her dress with one stroke. As she took off my jacket and shirt, I admired her perfect body. Her titties were round, not too big and not too small, but perfect. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and I saw that her pussy was neatly shaved.

  I caressed her lips while she continued to unbutton my pants, and soon we were both completely naked.

  As I placed her on the bed and kissed her more passionately, I began to run my fingers over her hard nipples and lightly sucked on them as if I was sucking on a fresh strawberry. I then ran my wet tongue all over her breasts, down to her navel, and then to her thighs. As her moans of ecstasy grew, I caressed her thighs and gently ran my tongue teasingly around the outside of her pussy. I could feel her body ripple and tense as I continued. I didn’t move too fast or too slow; I patiently took my time exploring Sonya’s sweet pussy.

  As I kept going, I could feel her hands reaching behind my head, trying to get me to crush my face into her pussy, eager for me to lick more of her, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy for her. Instead, I grabbed her hands and held them back and continued to tease her sweet, throbbing pussy, never penetrating her, only dabbing and rubbing it slightly.

  She moaned as I felt her body shudder and all at once, I pressed my tongue deep into her pussy and she gave a soft cry.

  “Oh my God, Jovan!”

  I motioned my tongue in and out of her pussy as if it was my dick. Then I started licking on her clit as if it was an ice cream cone, up and down, side to side. While licking on her clit, I pressed one finger inside her wet pussy, and as her moans got louder, I placed two fingers deep into her pussy and positioned them in a motion as if telling someone to come here, until I felt a spongy spot of flesh. I continued to lick Sonya’s clit until I found her G spot, and then her soft moans became a loud cry.

  “Oh my God, Jovan. wWhat are you doing to me? Oh, Jovan, Jovan, Jovan!” Sonya screamed.

  I could feel her body tremble and her legs shake as she closed her eyes tightly and let the waves of her orgasm rush through her body.

  After Sonya had come repeatedly, I caressed her thighs for about ten seconds, letting her catch her breath. I lay on top of her in the missionary position and gently stuck my hard dick into her wet pussy. Sonya held me so tight that I could feel the rate of her heartbeat. As I stuck my dick deep into her pussy, Sonya pushed forward toward my dick, letting her clit rub up against my flesh as we joined in rhythm.


  I ran my tongue around her nipples, kissed her neck, and enjoyed her moans as she whispered in my ear, “Oh, Jovan, baby, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. This dick is so good, baby. Oh, Jovan, you don’t know what you’re doing to me!”

  Again, I could feel her body tense and tremble as she came all over my dick, pussy juices flowing. Again I lay there for ten seconds letting her recoup, then I turned her around, massaged her back, and ran my tongue all over her body.

  I grabbed hold of Sonya’s ass, which was soft and pretty, and rubbed it for a few seconds. Then I pulled her up in a doggy-style position, spread her ass cheeks apart, positioned myself behind her, and slowly put my full-length, hard, throbbing dick into her wet pussy.

  Sonya’s pussy clung tightly onto my dick as I deeply penetrated her slowly with long, deep strokes and our rhythm came together at once. As I began to move in and out of her faster, her moaning got louder as her orgasm began to build.

  “Oh, Jovan, you’re fucking me so good, baby! Why are you doing this to me?”

  My rhythm began to move faster and faster, and the more strokes I made, the wetter her pussy got. Sonya’s pussy was so wet that her juices were dripping off my balls.

  “Oh, yes, Jovan! Fuck me, boo! Fuck me, boo!”

  As she cried out in pleasure, I began to pound harder into her. I pounded Sonya’s pussy and caressed her ass at the same time with a ferocity that was sending her over the brink. Sonya’s body tightened and her squeals of pleasure became sobs of ecstasy.

  She looked over her shoulder into my eyes and moaned, “Jovan, I’m about to cum. Jovan, I’m cumming, boo! Oh, boo, I’m cumming! Oh, Jovan, I’m cumming!”

  Sonya’s pussy exploded on my dick as she sunk her head into her pillow trying to hide her tears of joy, pain, pleasure and lust, lovemaking and fucking, all wrapped up in one.

  As she got herself together, I lay down beside her and placed her head on my chest, ran my fingers through her hair, and gently kissed her on her forehead and lips.

  “Jovan,” she said

  “Yeah, boo?”

  “Please don’t leave me. I need you, boo.”

  “I ain’t going anywhere,” I said, stroking her breasts gently.

  “You promise?”

  “I promise.”

  With that, Sonya began to rub my dick and kiss my chest at the same time. She kissed all over my body while stroking my dick hard. Then she grabbed my dick and played with it before easing down and taking it into her mouth.

  Her tongue moved around the head of my dick slowly as she stroked it up and down. Damn, that shit felt good. She then began sucking it slowly as the blood continued to swell my dick. Sonya was bobbing her head up and down, sending me to a place of ecstasy no woman had ever taken me before.

  As I was about to cum, Sonya stopped sucking my dick and got on top and rode my dick, moving her hips back and forth, up and down, and harder and faster, until we both came and I exploded a load that was built up from the moment we met.

  Sonya lay on top of me with my dick still in her pussy and her face buried in my chest. “Jovan, you don’t know what you just did to me. Please don’t hurt, me baby.”

  I made love to Sonya all night and all morning. After we took a shower together, I looked over at my pager and saw that Bilal was paging me. I called him back while Sonya was cooking breakfast.

  Ring, Ring, Ring.

  “Hello,” Bilal said.

  “Lal, what’s up, nigga?”

  “Man, why you ain’t call me back last night? I got a little worried.”

  “Worried for what? Nigga, I’m like James Bond.”

  “Did everything go all right?” Bilal asked.

  “Well, yeah and no, but I’ll fill you in when I get there.”

  “You’re okay, though, right?” Bilal asked.

  “Most definitely, nigga. I told you I’m like Double-O Seven.”

  “Yeah, okay.”

  “What time you coming over?” Bilal asked.

  “Soon as I eat my breakfast.”

  “Where you at anyway, nigga?”

  “I’m over a friend’s house.”

  “Who?”

  “Her name is Sonya.”

  “You talking about that female you met in the courthouse?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Damn, slim, you work fast, don’t you?”

  “I wouldn’t call it that. I’d just say it was something destined to happen.”

  CHAPTER 20

  “The Tightest”

  After Jovan got off the phone with Bilal, he ate the veggie omelet Sonya had cooked and drank some freshly made orange juice. Sonya just sat there looking at him.

  “What’s wrong?” Jovan asked her, enjoying his breakfast.

  “Nothing,” she said, smiling.

  “Then why you looking at me like that?”

  “You just don’t know, Jovan.”

  “Know what?”

  “You don’t have a clue what you’re doin’ to me.”

  “Yes, I do, and I feel the same way about you,” Jovan said.

  “I hope so.”

  “Look, I’ve got some business to take care of this morning. Then I’m going to the gym. What are you going to do today?” Jovan asked.

  “Germain and me were gonna go to Chevy Chase Pavilion and do a little shopping.”

  “So am I gonna see you later on?”

  “Jovan, you can see me whenever you want.”

  “I’ma call you after the gym. Maybe we can repeat last night,” Jovan said, grinning.

  “I like that idea,” Sonya said, also grinning. They laughed, kissed, and said their good-byes.

  “Oh, Jovan, I forgot to tell you that’s a nice watch you have.”

  “Yeah, I had to confiscate it from a client who couldn’t pay his bill,” Jovan lied.

  On Jovan’s way over to Bilal’s house he was putting his plan together on how he was going to deal with Chicken Wing. Only thing he knew about Chicken Wing was that he loved hood rat bitches. He didn’t know where he lived at or nothing. He didn’t even know if this nigga had a baby momma or not. Only thing Jovan knew was that he hung around Trinidad and drove a black Porsche. Damn, he had to think of something quick. Even though Petey was dead, Chicken Wing still may have had something planned for Bilal.

  Before Jovan got on the highway to Bilal’s, he stopped in Georgetown and went to Up Against The Wall. He saw this nice blue-and-white DKNY spandex gym suit with a matching baseball cap and thought it would be perfect for Sonya. Even though mostly hood rats wore this, he bought it anyway. Jovan also bought a pair of thick DKNY shades. He went down to the sex store beside Houston’s Restaurant and brought a few things and then got back on the highway and headed to Bilal’s house.

  When Jovan reached Bilal’s, the only cars he saw sitting out on the lawn were his MPV van and Meeka’s Lexus coupe.

  Bilal greeted Jovan at the door.

  “Hey, Lal, what happened to all your cars?” Jovan asked him, looking around.

  “I went out to Eagle Motors this morning and sold all that shit back to ’em.”

  “What’d they give you for them?”

  “Four hundred fifty thousand all together.”

  “Damn, Lal, they got over on you,” Jovan said, amazed that he had settled for such a low price.

  “Not really, Jay. Only by like about fifty to seventy-five thousand.”

  “Well, anyway I’m glad you got rid of all that shit.”

  “Me too, Jay. I’m serious about this Atlanta thing.”

  Jovan went into his van, got out the Hugo Boss sweat suit and New Balance 996 tennis shoes he had bought the other day, and then they went downstairs to talk. Jovan told him about how he had hid under Petey’s car and how he heard them talking about robbing and killing him. He talked about how he had shot Petey in his nuts first, and the way he was looking at him when he did it.

  “Damn, Jay, you shot him in the nuts?” Bilal said.

  “I had to make him
know not to ever fuck with my family.”

  “Yeah, slim, from what you telling me, you straight punished that nigga.”

  “Yeah, and guess what, Lal? The whole time I was doing this shit, my broad was in the party thinking I’m in the lobby talking to a client.”

  “Damn, Jay, you smooth as shit!”

  “I told you, Lal, I’m like James Bond!”

  “Yeah, and outta all the killers in the city, can’t none of ’em fuck with you. Now, I’ve heard of niggas doin’ similar shit, but none of it was as smooth as yours, and what makes your work tighter is nobody never knew you did it, and besides that fact, you’re a fuckin’ lawyer.”

  “Not yet, Bilal,” Jovan said, reminding him once again that he was not a lawyer yet.

  “Yeah, but soon though, Jay. Anyway, this is what’s up: while you lay the demonstration down on Chicken Wing, I’ma send this money down to Mexico. We got six million now, and I’ma cop with three and hold the other three back. I want you to take the other three with you and put it up over Grandma Price house.”

  “Why?”

  “’Cause I’m ’bout to sell the house.”

  “Good idea.”

  “After I get these bricks, it may take me about three weeks to get rid of ’em. Jay, we can make eight point five million on this, and I sell the house for a cool three and a half, plus the three you holdin’, that’s fifteen million altogether.”

  “Man, Lal, I got a suggestion.”

  “What’s up, Jay?”

  “Look, we already got six plus the house. Why don’t we just sell the house and keep the six? That’s ten million, and we can step off with that. Fuck the extra five mil. You know the feds try’na get at you, and ain’t no sense to keep hustling, slim. We can get the money and step off, go somewhere and do this shit legally, man,” Jovan said to Bilal.

  “I already got all my clientele waiting for me to get down. Shit, Jay, I already got at least three million as soon as I get the shit. These niggas out here hungry. Niggas ain’t got nothing, and the ones who do can’t beat my prices, so everybody coming straight to me. Two to three weeks tops, Jay, and we’re gone. Remember, I’m the hustler. I know what the fuck I’m doing. I’ve been doing this shit since ’91, and look how far it got us.”