by Johnna B
“Now anybody else got any more muthafuckin’ momma jokes? Come on. I’m all ears.”
The fire behind his eyes made him look psycho, deranged even. Momma jokes were a big no-no. He didn’t even play that shit with the crew. And they were tighter than fish pussy.
“I’m done playing with you muthafuckas. Now, the next one I ask a question betta come correct. Fuck with me if you want to, and, believe it or not, he went out the easy way. And I’m pissed about it,” Kidd said.
Moochie quickly ripped the lips apart of the last two guys. More screams and moans escaped into the room.
“Shut the fuck up! You niggas like to rob and shoot muthafuckas and act gangsta, so don’t bitch up now!”
Kidd had slowly morphed into a whole different person. Moochie loved to watch his brother work. The first time he had watched Kidd kill someone, it was like something out of a horror movie. Only he was watching his hero break a grown man down into little bitty pieces.
“What made you niggas target my peoples?”
He really wanted to know if they were aware of whom they had robbed. Their names weren’t in the streets like that anymore. They were in a whole different league. When Kidd quit hustling and moved on to bigger and better, that meant they all stopped hustling. Even though they hadn’t tried to step on anybody’s toes, a few niggas had to take a dirt nap because of them, but no one knew it was them that were behind any of those deaths. So what made them pick Skillet? Kidd and Moochie both tried to not have too many people in on the action. That way, if something ever happened, they knew they could trust each other. So, Skillet would, sometimes, come as backup.
“We had been watching him for some time. He came over to ole girl’s crib a lot, and it was evident that he was holding a li’l paper. It was nothing personal,” one of the dudes confessed. Kidd nodded his head, but, to him, it was personal.
“Which one of y’all pulled the trigger?”
“He did!” both the guys said in unison. If the other guy could have talked, he would have said the same thing, the way he was nodding his head in the direction of his fallen comrade.
“Damn! I wanted to cut some limbs off and make a muthafucka suffer, but . . . oh, well!”
And, in one swift motion, he pulled his .45 out of its holster and put a bullet in the middle of all of their heads.
“Clean this shit up,” he mumbled as he walked out of the basement to leave Moochie to do what he did best—make shit disappear.
Chapter 7
I Want to Be Loved
As Valencia sat, she was astonished that it was about seven o’clock in the evening. Her good-for-nothing other half still hadn’t shown up yet. Feeling ecstatic about it, thoughts of Kidd instantly flooded her mind. She really wanted to hear his voice, but she didn’t know what to say after the way she had treated him the last time they were in each other’s presence. While dialing his number, she quickly thought of a good reason for calling at the same time. She got butterflies just thinking about his voice and envisioning his sexy lips leaving soft, sweet kisses all over her body. She pulled a pillow between her legs to ease the tension building up.
“Pizza Hut,” Moochie answered the phone, throwing her off her square and fucking up her quick fantasy.
“Excuse me?” she asked as a perplexed look took over her face.
“Pizza Hut, may I take your order? Would you like to try one of our specials?” She could hear laughter in the background.
“I’m sorry. I dialed the wrong number,” but before she could hang up, she heard someone in the background calling someone an asshole and saying for him to give him his phone.
“Hello?” Kidd said after snatching his phone from Moochie.
“Yes, I was trying to reach Mr. Brown, please.”
A broad smile spread across his face. “This is him, and how are you doing today, Miss Valencia?”
She blushed. “I’m doing just fine. I was just calling to confirm our lunch meeting for this Monday.”
“I’ll be there with jingle bells on. The Macaroni Grill, right?”
“Yes, sir.” She bit her bottom lip to keep from overloading on excitement.
“So, how was your day today?” He wanted to keep her on the phone as long as possible.
“Excuse me?” She was in fantasyland and had completely zoned out.
“Your day. How was it?”
“Oh, it was all right, a long Friday, and yours?” She could feel her head starting to pound away. I have got to get this shit under control, she thought.
“It was hard, but it just got a lot better.”
She blushed again. She didn’t know whether she was coming or going being around him or just talking to him. He had that effect on her.
“You ain’t nothing but a big flirt. See you on Monday, Mr. Brown.”
“Indeed you will. Oh! And, Vee?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m not a big flirt. I just know what I want.”
“Bye, crazy.” She hated rushing him off the phone, but because she knew what was to come soon, she didn’t want him to witness any of it. So she decided to lie down and watch the news.
“This is Renée Williams, reporting live from the Congress Inn on Lindbergh Boulevard. There has been yet another brutal beating. The police confirmed the victim was found in the one of the hotel rooms. Reports say that the young lady was savagely beaten and sodomized. She was unconscious and has not awakened as of yet. Witnesses say she was seen with another young lady who looked to be in her mid-to-late twenties.”
“Damn! That’s messed up! What is that? Like number twenty or some shit? Makes me glad I’m not dating because people are crazy in the world,” Vee said, shaking her head.
Valencia’s head was pounding even harder, so she closed her eyes to see if that would help. She drifted off, no longer able to control her need to fall asleep.
* * *
“Look at this shit. It’s on every channel. Serial rapist?” Raven laughed. “What a fucking joke! I ain’t no fucking serial rapist. I just got a bad habit. Besides, these bitches be loving my shit. I do ’em real good before I do me.”
Raven lay on the couch watching the aftermath of her latest work. The news had the pictures of thirteen women going across the screen. The authorities believed their assaults were committed by the same predator. The timeline spanned over a three-month period.
“If they had gone back a little further in time, they would have a thousand-person manhunt out for my ass,” she smirked. “Naw, I think I’m gonna stay in tonight. I need the rest.” Raven lay there, thinking about her first time out on the prowl.
* * *
She was at Club Bucca watching freaky white girls swing from the stripper pole. The girls were obviously too young to be in the club, but they were high on ecstasy. For some reason, it turned Raven on to see them grinding and rubbing on each other. When she decided to join in the fun, she walked up to one of the girls.
“Can I join?” Raven looked at the snow bunny lustfully from head to toe.
“Sure. What you on?”
Raven was confused but didn’t show it. She kept her game face on. “I’m on whatever you’re on.”
The girl walked up to her and stuck her tongue in Raven’s mouth, moved it round, and flipped two X pills into her mouth, and then backed up. Now Raven got it. But before she could react, the girl turned around with a shot glass in her mouth, flipped it upside down, and let the drink flow from her mouth to Raven’s. The drink made Raven’s body go real warm. Then, it turned really cold. It tasted like twenty pieces of Winter Fresh at one time.
“What was that?” Raven asked, trying to get used to the weird feeling.
“Rumple Minze. It’s great, isn’t it?” the white girl giggled.
Raven was intrigued at the way she moved her tongue. The high hit her quickly, causing her to feel loose and horny. Every time someone touched her, she felt it in every nerve ending in her body. The girl turned around and noticed Raven had stopped mov
ing. Raven was holding her head like she had a bad migraine. She was just staring into space like she didn’t know where she was.
“Are you all right?” The girl got scared. She thought she might have given Raven too much. Then, all of sudden, Raven started moving again and rubbing all over her again . . . and it was on again. They were vibing and practically fucking on the floor.
“I love your tattoo,” the girl said, running her fingers across the tattoo on Raven’s lower back as she bent over “So what’s your name?” the girl asked as she pushed a clearly nervous Raven on the bed.
“Raven,” she said, shaking her ass.
“Thanks.”
Raven turned to look at her. “You know it’s true?”
“What’s true?” she questioned, never taking her hands off Raven’s lower back, wanting badly to put her hands underneath her skirt.
“What the sign says,” she replied, licking her lips.
“Hey, Reagan! Look at this tat. This shit is hot, right?” Kennedy asked her twin sister.
“Yes, I love it. Shit! She’s hot, so that makes it even better,” she flirted.
“I’m going to figure out something like that for my lower back. That shit is hot.”
Raven wanted to tell them that it wasn’t real, but why spoil their fun? She stuck it on whenever she knew she was going out. She really did want one, but just hadn’t found the right one yet, but she’d get one before she took her last breath.
“You want to get out of here?” The girl flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth, flashing her glow-in-the-dark tongue ring, letting Raven know she was ready.
* * *
“I’m Kennedy. Is this your first time?” she asked, pulling at Raven’s miniskirt. Raven raised her hips so she could get it off.
“Yeah.” Raven didn’t know what was going on.
“Don’t be nervous. I’m gonna take real good care of you tonight.” She stuck her tongue into Raven’s mouth while squeezing on her breasts. Gently rubbing all over Raven’s body created sparks that flew everywhere. She slowly kissed down Raven’s neck, stopping at her chocolate dime-sized nipples. Kennedy made her way down her stomach, down to her aching clit. It began to feel like it was about to explode from throbbing so hard and jumping every second. Enjoying the feeling of Kennedy’s tongue lighting small fires on her body had Raven reeling in ecstasy. All she could do was clinch her teeth together to stop herself from crying out.
“Oh shit! What are you doing?” Raven had never felt such a feeling. In fact, no one had ever touched her private parts. At twenty-two, Raven had never let anyone get close to her. Bad memories and anger had never allowed her to. And the first sensual kiss she had ever received was given to her that night by the white girl. When she was younger, men would try to touch her, but she got that shit out of their minds real quick with a swift swing of the razor. Her mother had taught her how to keep it hidden under her tongue at the age of seven. Raven didn’t just try to cut anywhere. No, she calculated and would go for either the wrist, the throat, or the face. She wanted everybody to see what she had done as a message.
“Just lie back. Let me take care of you,” Kennedy said just before she worked her tongue double time. Raven’s jaws locked. Her teeth clenched together tightly. She just knew she had chipped a few teeth. Her body froze as she felt the most wonderful tingling sensation she had ever felt in her entire life all over again in a matter of minutes.
Gripping the sheets, she panted. “What’s that feeling?” Kennedy knew she was talking about coming. She could tell she was having an orgasm by the way her body had stiffened up, and she was a squirter, but Kennedy gladly lapped up every single drop.
“Let me show you how to make someone shiver like that.” Kennedy got up, crawled on top of Raven, and they did another dance with their tongues. Raven took her ass in her hands and rubbed it as if it was softest thing on earth. They rolled over with Raven ending up on top. “Come on,” Kennedy nodded toward her hot box, letting Raven know it was time.
“You mean put my mouth on you down there?” Raven pointed to Kennedy’s pussy.
Kennedy found this hilarious; at first, she didn’t believe Raven when she said it was her first time. She figured she was one of those that claimed she had never done it but was really a certified pro.
“Yeah, don’t worry. It tastes very good.”
Raven reluctantly put her mouth on Kennedy’s wetness and slowly moved her tongue around. The taste was different, but she actually enjoyed it. She remembered what Kennedy had just done to her, so she had a pretty good idea of what to do.
“Yeah. You learn quickly. I like that.”
Raven was handling her business, but a pounding headache was making it hard for her to concentrate. She stopped moving and grabbed her head, trying to shake the feeling.
“What the fuck?” Raven said with a confused look on her face. Her brain was pounding out of her head like a jackhammer. It felt like it would explode, it hurt so badly. Kennedy looked up to see what was wrong.
“What happened?”
Raven just stared at her, not knowing what to do. Then, it was like she blinked her eyes and went back to work. She kissed her way back up to Kennedy’s mouth.
“Wait minute.” Kennedy picked up her Marc Jacobs purse, which favored a duffle bag. At the bottom of the bag was skinny, long box. She retrieved a strap-on dildo from the box and started to strap it on, but Raven stopped her.
“Let me do you.” Raven knew she would not be able to take that kind of pain on her first night out. Plus, she didn’t want the first person to pop her cherry to be a girl with a big dildo. She, at least, wanted to try a little dick before totally knocking it out the box.
“Are you sure? Like, isn’t this your first time?” She had a perplexed look on her face.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. I know how I want to be fucked.” She pushed Kennedy back on the bed and climbed on top.
“Now, I like it rough.” Raven looked confused, and Kennedy caught the look. “I mean, smack my ass, pull my hair, choke me, and bite me. You know, shit like that.”
If she had noticed the look in Raven’s eyes, she would have never suggested any of that. Matter of fact, she would have gotten her dumb ass out of that hotel room. Even as a child, Raven had liked to cause pain. It started with the men that used to visit her mother’s house. Eventually, she would do little mean things to other people. Like, when walking in a crowd, she would stab somebody with a pin really hard just for fun.
“Oh, okay.” She flipped Kennedy over on her stomach, pulled her ass up in the air, and rammed all nine inches into her soaking wet pussy. Kennedy screamed out, feeling nothing but ecstasy as Raven hit the bottom. Raven kept going harder and harder. The girl’s cries only made her want to go harder and deeper.
“Wait a minute! You’re going too hard now.”
Raven had gone to a whole other zone by now. The cries coming from Kennedy’s mouth seemed to please her and sent shock waves to every nerve in her body. The feeling that was slowly taking over her body was sensational. Never, in all her years, had she imagined a feeling like this was even achievable.
“No, I ain’t. This is what you wanted, ain’t it?” She smacked her hard across the ass. “Yeah, you like to be beat, huh?” She yanked damn near half of Kennedy’s hair clean out of her scalp. “That’s some straight stupid shit! You want somebody to beat on you while you fuck, right?” Kennedy tried to get up. “Naw, uh-uh. Don’t leave so soon. I’m just getting the hang of this shit.” Raven had an evil tone in her voice. She could feel this heat rising in the pit of her stomach.
“Please stop! You’re hurting me!”
I’m sorry, Reagan. Kennedy thought about her twin sister who she had ditched to come have a little fun. Now, she would probably never see her again. Reagan wouldn’t make it without her. Kennedy was older by five minutes and took her big sister role very seriously. She would have never let Reagan leave the club with somebody they didn’t know. Now, h
ere she was not practicing what she had preached and she was about to pay the ultimate price, and it hurt her to her soul.
Raven’s mind was in a far-off land as Kennedy’s cries fell on deaf ears. Raven looked down and saw blood spilling out of her pussy, and it excited her even more. So she rammed harder, ignoring Kennedy’s pleas for help. She held her down with all her weight and smashed her face into the pillow until she stopped moving. And, all of sudden, she felt that feeling in her pussy, and she started to quake. Her body froze, and her teeth clenched together. That magnificent itchy tingling feeling came to her pussy, and it felt like she was peeing on herself . . . So many juices flowed out of her that it seemed unreal. When her high came down, she realized what she had done. When she realized that Kennedy was still not moving, she was out of that room in two minutes flat, scared shitless.
* * *
After that night, it was a long time before she went back on the prowl. She didn’t know how she was supposed to feel about the situation. She knew deep down she shouldn’t have enjoyed what she’d done that much, but the feelings that took over her body that night left her with an intense yearning, like a heroin addict after his first high. Emotions were for the birds, so she never let anyone get that close to her. She kept a couple of her chicks around, but she called them. They were not allowed to call her. If they did, they got a number to her answering service, and, even then, they could only leave a message with an operator. She was like a man in many ways. She always wanted to be the one who did the fucking with no emotions. All that affection and shit was out the window. Let her taste it and bend over, get that ass in the air—plain and simple.
Chapter 8
Looking for Love
Valencia couldn’t breathe, move, or think. The sight of Kidd sucking her toes was literally taking her breath away. His lips felt like velvet gliding up her skin as he made his way up her leg. Shivering uncontrollably, she closed her eyes because the sight alone was making a big puddle under her ass. Waiting with anticipation as he got closer and closer to her soaking wet pussy, she began to perspire. She could feel her heart beat in her pussy. Not being able to wait any longer, she began to pull his head to her wanting clit. It felt like it was literally jumping. He sucked her clit into his mouth as his fingers spread her lips apart, sending her into an orgasmic frenzy. He blew on her clit, and she watched him as he watched it jump. Slowly, he tongue kissed his way up her body, stopping at her chocolate mountains. He pushed her nipples together, hungrily sticking them both in his mouth at the same time.