The Pink Palace

by Marlon McCaulsky

  “Aaahhh . . .” I moan. I’m so wet that it went in with no problem.

  Dre works the middle so deep that he bottoms me out with each stroke. Surprisingly, Dre isn’t going crazy banging me out like he used to. Instead, he allows me to find my rhythm, and I move my hips up and down on his dick like I’m working an oversized dildo. I feel so good that I forget about last year’s traumatic experience and just enjoy the moment.

  Dre pulls out of me and rests with his knees on the bed. “You okay, Nikki?” Dre softly says to me.

  “I’ve never felt better.”

  “Well, let me see if I can make you feel even better than that. Turn around.”

  For a second I have a flashback to what happened with Damien, but I turn around and bend over anyway, pushing that nightmare out of my mind. Dre takes two pillows and places them underneath my stomach so that I can be comfortable. He starts to rub my ass as if he were going to tear me up fo’sho! I brace myself and prepare for his gigantic dick to drill right through me.

  Then he spreads my ass cheeks, and I tighten my stomach muscles, and then I feel a soft, thick tongue licking my pussy. Dre unleashes his “Tasmanian Devil Tongue” on my clit, and I’m blown. I’ve never had my pussy eaten in the doggy style position before. I swear Dre’s tongue is everywhere from the bottom of my pussy to the clit and even over my ass. I can feel his whole face in me.

  “Ooohmygodaaahhh! Ah! Aaaahh! Fuck!” I start moaning strange gibberish at the top of my lungs that makes no sense. I cum harder than I ever came in my life.

  Dre must look like he just got done competing in a watermelon eating contest when he comes up from me. I turn my head back and look at him, and his face is glistening. I am so horny that now I want some more dick.

  “Give me that dick, Dre.”

  Dre obeys and rams that hulking dick back into me and fucks me royally like the old Dre. Now he knows that I’m ready to handle all that backed-up tension he was feeling for the last ten months and releases the beast.

  “Oh God . . . you’re so deep,” I cry out in ecstasy.

  Dre tears my ass up for a good hour before pulling out, ripping the condom off, and putting himself back in to cum inside of me. Then he collapses on my back, and we lie on the bed, huffing and puffing. Dre holds me in his arms and we exchange sweet nothings to each other.

  “I love you, Dre.”

  “I love you too, Nikki. I always have,” Dre says.

  “I know you did. I just didn’t wanna believe any man could really be in love with me.”

  “Well, I am, and I’m not going anywhere.”

  I kiss Dre and we lay in bed for another two hours before we leave so that Dre can check in with his P.O.

  19

  Karma’s a Bitch

  JANELLE

  This isn’t about revenge. This is about justice. Okay, maybe a little revenge, too, because this bitch Vanessa did try to kill Jayson, but we’ll have to do this on our own. Since Jayson never told the police about Vanessa’s involvement, the bitch got a free ride out of town. He can’t change his story now. Meanwhile, Jayson has been digging into what she’s been doing for the past year and a half.

  Every time I think about how Jayson and I met, it blows my mind to know that we’re still together. We were two different people, literally, but somehow we both connected. I love Jayson and he loves me. We didn’t know how this was going to work, us being together, but somehow we made it.

  After Jayson got shot, I nursed him back to health and in return he gave me something real in my life, but even after all that I still feel like there’s a part of Jayson that feels hurt by what happened. When I ask him what happened to Vanessa, he just tells me that she disappeared. In all honesty, I think that he’s holding back the truth for my sake.

  I pick up the phone to call Nikki and tell her what we just found out.

  “Hey, cuz, you’ve been incognito for the past two weeks since Dre’s been home.”

  “What’s up, Mo? Girl, me and Dre have been making up for some lost time together.”

  “So I see. So I guess that means you’re back in the saddle again,” I playfully ask her.

  “In the saddle? Mo, I’ve been riding Dre like the Kentucky Derby! Mo, I swear that he’s gotten bigger and better since he’s been in jail.”

  “What? It’s like that?” I ask.

  “Girl, let me put it to you this way: Dre has got the best head game I’ve ever had,” Nikki exclaims happily.

  “Damn, go ’head with ya bad self! I’m glad you’re happy again, Nikki.”

  “For the first time in a long time, I truly am.”

  This is the first time I’ve seen Nikki happy with a man.

  “So, what up, Mo?” Nikki asks.

  “Well, I just found out some things from Jayson about what happened when he got shot.”

  “What happened?”

  “You remember that bitch Vanessa?” I ask her.

  “Yeah, I remember that ho. She dipped outta town as soon as her man got popped.”

  “Yeah, well, it turns out Jayson didn’t tell the police what really happened. Vanessa was the one that shot him.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, and Jayson didn’t kill King. It was Damien.”

  Nikki doesn’t respond for a second.

  “Are you all right, Nikki?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Why didn’t he have them both arrested?”

  “It’s a long story, but Vanessa was Jayson’s ex-girlfriend in high school. She lied to him and said she was trapped by King and played on his feelings for her. Turns out her and Damien were running a game on King to get to his money. Damien killed King, and Vanessa shot Jayson. They made it look like they shot each other to death and dipped with the money. Only problem was Jayson wasn’t dead.”

  “So why didn’t Jayson bust them fuckers later?” Nikki asks, still confused.

  “Jayson never told the police about his connection with Vanessa while he was undercover in the first place, and after it all went down, I think Jayson felt like . . . I don’t know, like it was over and done with. I guess he didn’t want to deal with it anymore.”

  I can tell Nikki’s upset about Damien being free because Jayson never told. “So why did Jayson decide to tell you now?”

  “Because we just found out where she’s been for the past year and a half. She’s been living out in L.A.,” I tell her.

  “So what are you going to do now?”

  “I don’t know yet, but I think Jayson might do something. Nikki, I’m sorry if this brings back too many painful memories for you.”

  “Mo, I’ll be fine. I got Dre in my life now, but I hope Jayson doesn’t let her get away with trying to kill him. I know he’s a cop and everything, but that bitch has done too much shit to him.”

  “I know. I wanna see the bitch myself. I might catch a charge too when I’m done with her.”

  “Has he heard anything else about Damien?” Nikki asks.

  “No, not lately, although he thinks that he’s got something to do with that Flip Set Records up in New York.”

  “You mean he’s behind that rapper Kane?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I had a feeling that he was connected somehow. Nobody is just gonna claim the name Flip Set for the hell of it. I can’t believe that nigga is still free, walking around spending millions after what he did to me,” Nikki says angrily.

  “Don’t worry, Nikki. Sooner or later that nigga is gonna get dealt with. His type always does. With all the slime he’s done to people, it’s just a matter of time before somebody catches up with him.”

  “I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but it still bothers me. Niggas like that shouldn’t be allowed to live, walk, or reproduce!”

  “I know what you mean. Nikki, I never told you this because at the time there was so much craziness going on, but . . .”

  “What is it, Mo? Nothing can surprise me now,” Nikki says.

  “When I left the house back then it wa
sn’t to go see Aunt Gene. It was because that night before, Damien tried to rape me in the living room.”

  “What? Mo’Nique, why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I’m sorry, Nikki, but he said if I told you he would kill you and me, and I didn’t want to put you in danger. I guess that didn’t work either, because look what happened. I always felt that if I had told you, maybe you would have never been atta—”

  Nikki cuts me off.

  “Mo—Janelle, what happened to me was in no way your fault. It was that pig. My God . . . how did you stop him?”

  “I couldn’t stop him. The only reason he didn’t rape me was because you and Penny came home at the right time. You saved me and you didn’t even know it. The next day, I told Jayson, and he got me out of town to his place in Savannah, but if I woulda known what would happen to you . . .”

  “Janelle, there’s no way you coulda known what that animal was gonna do.”

  Nikki and me continued to talk for another hour or so, until she had to go to work. It felt good getting that off my chest after all this time. Nikki is a lot stronger than Damien knew. I know he’ll get his eventually, but for right now it’s time to deal with this bitch Vanessa.

  JAYSON

  For the past few days I’ve been doing a background check on Vanessa, trying to find out what she’s been doing for the past year. Apparently she bought a mansion out in L.A. and makes trips to the Cayman Islands quite frequently. As I dig a little deeper, I find out that Vanessa still has a connection to Atlanta.

  Her name came up in some moving company records. Two years ago, Vanessa rented a Ryder truck to move some stuff down from New York to a storage building down in College Park. The storage unit has been paid up for three years, and whatever it holds has just been sitting there.

  Janelle and I drive to the storage area down in College Park. I have a feeling Vanessa wasn’t the one that paid off the storage unit for three years. Fortunately, I still have documents that I “borrowed” from King’s office, along with a spare key. I find paperwork that has the name and address of the self-storage place.

  “So, what do you think Vanessa had moved down here?” Janelle asks me.

  “I don’t think Vanessa even knew about this.”

  I open the storage unit, and we see moving boxes stacked from the floor to the ceiling.

  “Wanna guess what’s inside?”

  “Only one way to find out.” I take out a box cutter and break the tape seal on a box and open it.

  “Oh, shit. It’s like a Johnson & Johnson baby powder stockpile in here,” Janelle says, stunned by bricks of cocaine.

  “Just what I thought. King was using Vanessa to transport cocaine from N.Y. to College Park in her name. There’s enough coke here to put her away for the next twenty years.”

  “So, what should we do now?” Janelle asks.

  “Have you ever been to L.A.?”

  Four days later, Janelle and I are on a flight to L.A. together. It’s weird, because it’s kinda like a vacation for us, but it’s not. Our first trip together and we’re plotting on taking down my ex-girlfriend. Not something every couple does, but I guess we’re just weird like that.

  I still think about that night and how easily Vanessa shot me in cold blood after everything we had been through. I guess I was a fool to believe that she was the same girl I knew back then.

  We check into our hotel and rest after our flight. There is no need to rush this. Vanessa doesn’t have any clue that I’m still alive or that she’s a part of a drug trafficking operation.

  “Janelle, we haven’t talked about this much, but how do you feel?” I ask her.

  “I don’t know, Jayson. Weird, I guess. A part of me is happy we’re about to do this, and another part of me still feels like I’m in competition with the girl from your past.”

  “Janelle, that’s all she is to me now, a faded memory from my past. She’s not the girl I knew back then. You’re the woman I love now. Besides, when she shot me, it kinda killed any chance of us ever being together again.”

  “Thanks for reminding me about that. I can’t wait to see her,” Janelle says coldheartedly. Well, if a woman scorned is bad, I’m afraid to see how a woman that wants revenge is. They say payback is a bitch, and her name is Janelle.

  The next day we find Vanessa’s four-bedroom house in an upscale area. We stake out down the street until we see her leave in her silver BMW. I guess she’s still living somewhat low-key. Then Janelle and I walk up to her house and to the back door.

  “No alarm system, so this should be easy,” I tell her. You learn a thing or two being a cop, including how to pick a lock. It takes about 45 seconds and we’re inside.

  “Ain’t this some shit,” Janelle says as she walks inside and looks at her big-ass kitchen.

  “This bitch has been living the life.” This is a long way from growing up in the hood in Savannah.

  I make my way to her study and look on her desk and see an airline ticket to the Caymans for tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. I look around more and find deposit slips for a bank in the Caymans. Vanessa has deposited over $24 million into that account over the past year.

  “Janelle, go check her bedroom and see if she has a suitcase packed already.”

  Janelle walks into her bedroom and finds two suitcases. “Jayson, come take a look at this.”

  I come in and Janelle has opened the small carry-on and finds an envelope with $10 million worth of savings bonds in it.

  “Where is she going with so much cash?”

  “She’s been transferring money into her bank account in the Cayman Islands so the IRS can’t find out. Come on, let’s do what we’re here to do.”

  Later that night, Vanessa comes home and walks in the front door. She throws down her jacket and walks into her study and turns on the lights.

  “Oh my God!” Vanessa yells when she sees me sitting behind her desk.

  “Yeah, I do seem to have that effect on people.”

  “Jayson, you’re . . .”

  “Alive? Not from a lack of trying on your part,” I say to her.

  “Jayson, I had no choice. Damien would’ve—”

  “Would’ve what? Gone to prison? You had a choice, Vanessa; you just chose to kill me. You played me like a fiddle, and I fell for it.”

  We stare at each other for a few seconds in silence. The tension is so thick that I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

  “So, what are you here to do now, Jayson, arrest me?” Vanessa asks bluntly.

  “No. I just wanna know why. Why, after everything we meant to each other, you would put a bullet in my gut.”

  Vanessa stares at me coldly, then answers me. “I told you, Jayson, I was going to share this all with you, but you chose that little stripper ho over me. I loved you, Jayson. I’ve been in love with you since the day we met in high school, but I wasn’t going to let you or nobody stand in my way.”

  “At least you’re honest about your shit. Were you fucking Damien too?”

  “Hell no. We had a business arrangement. And since you obviously didn’t tell your bosses about what really happened that night, you can’t prove anything. So why are you here?” Vanessa asks me.

  “Well, you know what you said to me about a woman scorned?”

  “Yeah, I do. So?” she says sarcastically.

  Janelle walks in behind Vanessa. Her eyes are filled with fury and her fists are clenched.

  “Remember me, bitch?” Janelle says to her.

  Vanessa turns around and sees her. “What the hell are you doing—” But before Vanessa can finish her sentence, Janelle hammers her with a haymaker across the jaw. Vanessa is taken completely off guard by her punch and falls flat on the ground. Janelle takes advantage and grabs her by the collar.

  “That was for trying to kill my man.” Janelle then pimp-slaps her in the mouth. “That was for calling me a ho, bitch!” Janelle yells at her.

  Vanessa tries to push her off, but Janelle is too st
rong for her as she grabs her arm and flips her on her back and twists her arm.

  “AARRGH!” Vanessa yells in pain.

  “I should break this muthafucka off right now, bitch!”

  “Janelle . . . that’s enough. Let’s go.”

  “You’re lucky that it wasn’t just me who came here tonight, bitch.” Janelle lets her go, and we walk out.

  Vanessa wipes the blood from her lip. She jumps up and grabs the Glock 19 from her desk and points it at us.

  “I’m gonna kill you both!” Vanessa yells.

  “It wouldn’t be the first time you tried. But could you do it again?” I ask her.

  “I have no problem with that.” Vanessa pulls the trigger. Click, click.

  “You really think I’d let you shoot me again? Think again. Good-bye, Vanessa.” We walk out the door.

  “Fuck you both! I swear you’re going to regret this shit!” Vanessa yells.

  “Feel better?” I ask Janelle.

  “Much better.”

  The next morning, Vanessa leaves for the airport at 5:30 a.m. to catch her flight to the Cayman Islands. She wears a pair of aviator shades to cover up the black eye Janelle gave her. Vanessa is right about one thing—I had no evidence against her. But that doesn’t mean she’s going to go free. When she goes through airport security, they X-ray her bag and find a brick of cocaine in her suitcase. They also find $10 million in savings bonds. Officials charge her with international drug trafficking. I then turn over evidence to the local ATF from the storge unit filled with cocaine in College Park. Vanessa is looking at federal time.

  Janelle and I return to Atlanta the same day. Our plan went down as smoothly as possible. This wasn’t about revenge, or I just would’ve shot her. This was about justice. Okay, perhaps a little revenge. She did shoot me, after all. Like they say, karma’s a bitch.

  20

  Who Shot Ya?