Smut Central

by Brandon McCalla

  Markus wasn’t quite finished with Meeko. His dick burst with his orgasm. Shooting a load on Meeko’s face, Markus watched her fall to the floor, breathing heavily, and moaning in pain.

  Markus was still jerking his dick with long strokes, aiming all of the semen that gushed out of him in spurts. Never the sort of woman who enjoyed nuts in her face, Meeko tried her best to dodge the hosing. Markus put a foot on Meeko’s forehead so she couldn’t get away. He held Meeko’s frightened, face steady, and she got a face full of sperm.

  Meeko was whimpering when Markus pulled up his jeans, buckled his belt and walked out the bathroom. She decided once she wiped her face off and walked out the bathroom that she would never mention Vonchell to Mr. Excitement again. Meeko had to walk past Markus to get to her seat. He saw her limping with a hand on one of her hips.

  “I like it rough,” Meeko said, smiling at him before she sat.

  “Next time I’ll be rough then,” Markus said to Meeko Delight while looking at Vonchell.

  When the plane landed at Haneda Airport in Ota, Tokyo Japan, and they had retrieved their luggage, they were greeted by a lovely looking Japanese woman outside the main entrance. She stood in front of a limo holding a sign that read, Welcome SCE, Mr. Excitement, Vonchell and Daisy Lace. Emiho was her name and Markus figured she was the welcome wagon. Sparks thought the woman said, “I’m a hoe.” So when she said her name he said. “I’m a hoe as well. We should hook up.”

  Meeko broke out in gleeful laughter and explained things to the rest of them. Everyone with the exception of Sparks laughed.

  “What?” he asked glancing at everyone. “She looks just like one.”

  Emiho was a professional woman who was hired to be the guide while they were in Japan. They had a long and strenuous nearly half a year ahead of them. They were also jet lagged and tired. They all wanted to get to the hotel and to sleep.

  Markus was all eyes once the limo drove off. Tokyo city was presented to Markus, to all of them. There was much to see and things were just getting started. Markus did not even glance at the Black Geisha script during the flight. But he took a look at it while they were on their way to the heart of Tokyo City and the exquisite five star accommodations of Hotel Nikko Tokyo.

  Tee-Neck obviously wasn’t worried about expenses. Markus decided to forget about Vonchell, and forget about everything else that was bothering him. He was going to get acquainted with the script and the city and enjoy the experience.

  Entice had been left with Sparks’s vehicle and the keys to the five bedroom mansion until Markus, Sparks, Audra and the rest of the SCE gang returned. Entice wasn’t sure what sort of future the porno industry held for her. It didn’t matter in any particular way as far as she was concerned. She was concerned with very little.

  Feeling jealous of the rest of them, Entice wished she could have gone. Japan was such an exotic place. She was sure it was going to be a crazy experience for Markus and Sparks. It was a place she always wanted to visit.

  Cali was in a van trailing behind Sparks’s car. He had been following Markus, Sparks and Entice around ever since Markus left Gwyneth’s penthouse apartment the last time he went.

  Since that Friday Markus picked up his daughter and drove to New Jersey, Cali was incensed in getting even with Markus and Sparks. The goons who were with Cali the day they ambushed him at Jingling Babes were in the van along with a few other thugs.

  “I wonder where they going?” One of Cali’s cronies asked him while they were at the airport.

  “Who gives a fuck? I don’t.” Cali snapped. “They took a plane but they’ll be back. That bitch didn’t go with them,” he said, pointing out the window. “Look, she’s getting back in the car. We are gonna make an example out of her.”

  “Yeah, I can’t wait. That bitch was waving a knife in my face after they taped me to the chair,” one of Cali’s cronies said, while driving the van.

  “Wherever she’s going, we following,” Cali told whoever, looking back at his squad of goons in the back of the van.

  He gave them the most evil smile he could muster. A smile minus a couple of front teeth, compliments of the beat down Markus had given him.

  “Once we get our hands on her. You guys go ahead and have your way with the bitch. Make sure you beat the shit out of her afterwards! Then kill the fucking bitch and toss her in a ditch,” Cali laughed. “I want her dead.”

  35

  Entice had dropped Markus and Sparks off at the airport. She drove back to the mansion in Jersey. Now she had the whole house to herself, and didn’t know what to do. Tee-Neck said he had some sort of work lined up for her in the coming weeks. Entice was supposed to be doing a couple of girl on girl scenes, and a film where she had to fuck two white dudes.

  Things didn’t seem the way they did when she first got in the porn game. Entice was nervous about things. Vonchell introduced her to the porn industry. She didn’t like Vonchell much.

  Vonchell used to work at the club Entice danced at. Vonchell was making way more money because men seemed to be drawn to her. When Vonchell suggested they do some extracurricular activities that would make them more money, Entice went along with the idea.

  Vonchell introduced Entice to Tee-Neck, Smut Central Entertainment and the adult entertainment biz. Thus she had introduced Entice to Mr. Excitement. Entice was a loner, she hardly had any friends and fewer family. Markus and Sparks were beginning to become her family, if they knew it or not.

  She walked inside the mansion with hardly any care. She didn’t pay attention to the black van that sped past her on the highway. She wasn’t in Queensbridge; she was in a gated community on the hills. Cali knew she was going to Jersey when she drove to the Holland Tunnel. They knew where Markus Johnson had relocated.

  “Let’s drive ahead of her and get the drop on her,” he said to the driver.

  “Okay,” he said. “Are we gonna break in?”

  “Nah,” Cali answered. “The place might have a burglar alarm. There are a lot of big shrubs in the front. We can hide behind them and jump out on her before she closes the door. That’s exactly how it’s gonna go down.”

  As soon as Entice opened the door and attempted to close it, a foot prevented the closing. There was no time for a scream. The door burst open and six men pushed themselves in.

  Before she could say anything someone punched her in the face. Everything around her turned upside down. She was in the worst of pain, felt blood tricking down her nose. She fell to the floor then got hit again. Entice knew nothing else.

  She was roused out of unconsciousness, not knowing how long she had been out. Her eyes fluttered open and she realized someone was on top of her. Entice tried to scream, but a sock had been stuffed inside her mouth.

  “Yeah bitch!” She heard one of them say. “Remember me, huh? The one you and your friends taped to the chair…?”

  Entice was naked on a bed, in one of the bedrooms, her wrists bound to the bedposts. The guy on top of her was forcing himself inside. She tried to kick her legs out wildly, but couldn’t. Other men were in the room. Two tightly held her legs and had her spread eagle.

  This wasn’t the first time she’d been raped. The others had taken their turn while she was still unconscious. Entice felt the soreness in her vagina and her ass. She was painfully aware that a couple of them had taken her roughly in the anus. The one they taped to the chair in Jingling Babes was fucking her then ejaculated inside her. She tried screaming loudly as she could, but not so much as a peep could be heard.

  After he was finished, another took his turn, and then another. Entice wasn’t sure how long the raping had been going on. She stopped feeling pain and began feeling sick and nauseous. They were coming in her. Entice never felt so violated, disrespected, and hurt. She wished they would kill her, and get it over with.

  She threw up everything she had for breakfast, but it had no where to go but back down her throat, thanks to the sock stuffed inside her mouth. She kept choking and suffocating. She
stopped breathing with one of the goon’s dick still inside her. She was dead and he was on top, riding her corpse…

  Cali watched from the van as his cronies rushed the house. He gave them time to do their dirt then he would make his grand entrance. Cali waited in the van for twenty minutes. He felt that was more than enough time for them to terrorize her. Before he stepped out of the van his cell phone rang.

  “What you want, Tanisha?” he said, sounding annoyed.

  “Please,” she begged. “Don’t…”

  “Don’t what?” He cut her off. “Don’t what? Don’t hurt your little friend. Bitch, did you see what they did to me,” he said, looking into the rearview mirror and cracking a smile.

  Cali saw where he was missing a couple of teeth. He frowned then hung up, hopped out of the van, and cautiously walked inside the huge house. The furniture looked expensive. Markus Johnson was doing better than he imagined. He heard commotion coming from upstairs and went in that direction. They were in one of the rooms. He wondered why they dragged the bitch up the stairs.

  “Why didn’t you niggas beat her up, down here…?” They didn’t have to answer him. He knew why they dragged her upstairs when she entered the room. He saw them raping Entice.

  Cali watched them in shock and disgust. They were doing exactly what he told them to do. He didn’t want things to go the way they were. He was just saying shit, popping shit. He didn’t intend for them to rape the girl, at least not literally. He didn’t know his boys were as nasty and ruthless as this. Cali wasn’t the sort of dude who would rape a woman. He wondered why they didn’t use condoms.

  “You niggas are nasty.” Cali told them. “Have you ever heard of DNA? You’re leaving a whole lot of evidence inside her.”

  Cali’s own words made him laugh. He was more disgusted by what he was watching than humored in spite of laughing. He didn’t know what else to do. She was going to be smacked around. Cali figured no one would care about a black porno bitch. The only ones who would care were Markus and Sparks. Now he wasn’t certain about things. His goons had nut in her. That was DNA and it spelled evidence. Now they had to get rid of her. Everything he said during the thrill of the chase, and out of anger had been realized. He wasn’t amused by what was going on. He had finally seen enough,

  “Get off of her!” He ordered the guy fucking Entice.

  Entice’s body jerked and jolted. She almost broke through the ropes tied to the bedposts her spasm was so violent. Piss and shit flowed out of her. The guy inside her jumped off as soon as he felt the hot piss gushing out her vagina.

  “Nasty R-Kelly bitch,” he yelled before he smacked her in the face.

  The others laughed while Cali looked at them and shook his head. Things weren’t going the way he intended. It was like he was looking at his cronies for the very first time. They were horrible monsters. Cali was the leader of the monsters.

  The guy grabbed a bed sheet and used that to wipe himself. Cali watched everything. They were a bit too obedient. He wanted revenge, but that was all. He didn’t want the girl messed up like that. Cali scrunched up his face.

  “Nigga, you went inside a woman who had about six nuts inside her, and you got the nerve to be scared of piss?”

  Entice’s body jerked one more time then her body went deathly limp. The guys holding her legs let them fall. Her legs had no life in them. She was dead. Cali cautiously took the soaked sock out of her mouth. He reeled back. Her breath smelled worse than shit.

  “She isn’t breathing.” Cali announced.

  Entice choked to death on her own vomit. Green stuff began leaking out of a mouth. Her eyes were wide open in terror and shock. They were eyes Cali would remember for the rest of his life. They were looking directly at him. He slowly backed away from the bed, from the corpse, from his cronies.

  “She’s dead,” he said to himself.

  “We were gonna kill her anyway,” one of his goons said, pulling his pants up.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Cali snapped. “All o’ you are nasty murdering fucks!”

  Cali walked out the room, out of the house and went to the van. His cronies followed.

  Inside the van he snapped, “Everybody lay low. None of this happened. You guys put evidence in her. I ain’t touch that bitch. Think about that before you open your mouths and start talking or snitching,” he said, watching all their expressions changing.

  Cali smiled but he was feeling so foul inside. They had killed a bitch. There was really nothing to smile about.

  “We did what you told us to,” the driver said.

  “Nigga, please just drive!” Cali snapped.

  He was disgusted but scared as hell. There was more than fear brewing inside him. Somewhere there was sadness and pity for the bitch they raped and murdered. Cali was glad he didn’t so much as touch her. Whoever walks into the house is going to get the shock of their life, Cali thought. With any luck it would be Markus Johnson.

  He wasn’t sure if leaving the girl’s body in the house was the right thing to do. They should have wrapped the body up in something, dug the deepest hole they could dig and buried the evidence. Maybe they should have doused the corpse with gasoline and burned the whole damn house down.

  It didn’t matter.

  They were in the van and on there way back to Brooklyn. The plan was to act like nothing happened. Cali figured he would be in the clear if anything came of it. He was the only one who walked in the house with shoes. He planned on getting rid of them as soon as he got the chance. He was the only one wearing gloves and he was the only one who hadn’t touched the girl much less raped her or ejaculated in her. In spite of everything, he laughed.

  “I hope you at least liked the bitch,” Cali said to a Markus who wasn’t around, laughing.

  He didn’t know what sort of relationship Markus and Sparks had with the dead girl. He should have probed Tanisha for more info, but she always changed the subject when the subject was Markus Johnson.

  All he knew was the bitch was with Markus and Sparks when they ambushed him at the club. She was with them all the time. As far as he was concerned she was as responsible for his missing teeth as Markus and Sparks. She had just paid for her mistake- for their mistake. Don’t ever fuck with Cali.

  HOMICIDE CENTRAL

  Prologue

  The Past

  It was way past midnight, very cold and windy. A black stray cat walked by. That was bad luck from where he stood. Regardless of how smoothly the pick ups and drop offs were, they still made James more nervous when something spooky happened. He tapped his last cigarette out the box. The box fell to the floor and landed beside the four stubs he had smoked back to back. He rummaged inside a pocket for a lighter. He flicked it and flicked it, no flame. He became aggravated and tossed the lighter.

  “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “What is taking them so long?”

  He was in the back of the clinic. This was the second time he picked a baby up here. He had never done a pick up in the same place twice. He didn’t like the way things were going on this one. The money was good. All he cared about was getting paid. He didn’t know where the babies went once he dropped them off at the airport. All he knew was the shit was illegal. He was a criminal. What the fuck did he care? What was one crime from another? James wasn’t the philosophical sort. The door to the service entrance cracked open. Good, he thought with nervousness. He was so damn nervous. He wanted to get things done and over with. He saw a man stick his face out the crack of the door.

  “Over here,” James whispered to the guy. “I’m over here.”

  “Oh,” the man said once he walked completely out and into the cold.

  The alley was dark and the streets dismally empty. He always took the newborns and vanished. Things went smooth. He had nothing to worry about.

  “Over here,” James said again.

  He took a step closer. “Here they are,” the man said to James.

  He was holding a bigger bundle then James expected. No, James thought. The guy
was holding two bundles. James arched an eyebrow.

  “What do you mean, they?” He asked.

  “She had twins,” the man answered.

  “What?” James exclaimed louder than he wanted. “Twins…?” He cursed under his breath. “No one told me anything about twins.”

  “We didn’t know,” the man said nervously.

  James took another step and got a closer look. There were two bundles, two newborns wrapped up. He didn’t know what to do.

  “Don’t we get more money?” the guy questioned. “I mean, there are two. Don’t we get double?”

  James had a bag full of money. They already paid the dude half. He reached into his jacket and pulled out the other part of the payment.

  “Double?” He said. “All I got is this.” He showed the guy the bag. “No one said anything about twins.”

  James was never in this sort of situation before. He decided to make it short and sour. “You should have said something.”

  “What are we gonna do?” the guy asked.

  James knew the guy was a low life. Any person who would sell their children was the lowest of the low. He figured he was as low if not lower. He was the transporter. He wasn’t sure about what was going down. He knew he was apart of something that went far beyond smuggling babies out the country. He was smart enough to not want to know more. He was smart enough to do what he was paid to do.

  “I don’t know.” James told him.

  He gave the guy a keener look within the darkness of the alley and moved closer. One lamp post gave of the dimmest luminance. Even with that he knew the guy holding the bundled up newborns was some sort of addict, perhaps cocaine, perhaps heroin. It were either or. And most of them were Black though James had gotten a white baby once and a few Latino babies.

  “I think we should get more money. She had twins...”