Stud Princess

by N'Tyse

  Rene snatched her arm back. “Oh, I will.” She followed behind Chyna, adapting to her new role.

  Chyna placed the bag she had brought in with her on the kitchen counter. She reached in for a CD and walked it over to the radio, making herself right at home. She hit Play, escalating the volume.

  Albery couldn’t take his eyes off Rene. She looked exactly how he remembered her. He had spent so many nights masturbating to the thought of fucking her, but now he could have her for as long as he wanted, however he wanted. He was ready to skip the small talk and get right down to business.

  Chyna made her way through the house as if she had spent time there before. And she had. Without Albery knowing, she planted the pictures, made the calls, and even wrote the bogus letters that gave his wife the evidence she needed to leave his ass. Chyna had done it all. She wanted to make Albery’s life as miserable as she could before his dying days.

  She walked into Albery’s room and began stripping out of her clothes until she was down to nothing.

  “So, to what do I owe this double pleasure?” Albery excitedly licked his lips. He had no idea that he would be getting two for the price of one tonight. It was going to be a nice Christmas after all.

  “This one is on me,” Rene said out of nowhere, taking Chyna’s lead. She eased the coat off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her naked body had both Albery’s and Chyna’s attention as she climbed up the two steps to the platform where his bed was. She mounted the bed one leg at a time and rested on her knees as Chyna made the first move.

  Albery grabbed a bottle of limited edition Dom Pérignon White Gold Jeroboam that complemented the fruit tray. He commenced to drinking the champagne straight from the bottle. He watched Chyna’s hand slide over and around both of Rene’s lusciously oiled breasts. He pulled on his dick, knowing that it could only be ignored for so long. Chyna then began massaging and licking her own nipple, right before easing her finger inside of her pussy. She made a moaning sound and then leaned in to kiss Rene.

  Rene couldn’t bring herself to kiss another woman other than Sand. Getting the hint, Chyna wrapped her lips around Rene’s chocolate nipples instead. Chyna raised her head and saw how Albery had gotten completely naked and was now stroking himself to a harder erection.He couldn’t hold back. He made his way over to the platform and onto the bed. He kissed Rene on her honey-brown ass.

  Rene held her composure. She followed the cues and tried hard to relax, for she knew that in only a matter of minutes, things would change. She turned her body around and forced Albery onto his back, then straddled him. She rubbed her hands over his dick. The harder he got, the tighter it felt against her hands.

  “Suck it,” he said, smiling up at Rene.

  Chyna eased off the bed, walked over to the fruit tray, and slid a fresh piece of kiwi into Albery’s mouth.

  Albery felt like exploding. “Umm. Give me another one.”

  Chyna fed him another piece, this time taking a bite from it first.

  Albery felt Rene’s teeth graze against his head, and oddly, the pain felt good. He saw how sexy she looked in the mirror above his bed. He grabbed her head and forced himself farther down her throat.

  Chyna fed him a grape, a strawberry, and then a piece of melon. This was the night she had been waiting for, and she wanted to savor every minute of it. “Where’s the whipped cream?” she asked him.

  “In the fridge,” Albery said, anticipating what was next to come.

  Chyna left the room and headed for the kitchen. When she returned, Rene was still teasing him, following the script. “Let me have some of this,” Chyna said, shaking the whip cream up and spraying it over Albery’s midsection.

  Rene made her way to Albery’s chest, kissing and seductively licking every inch of his skin.

  Chyna placed her hand around Albery’s fully matured dick, stroking it faster. She looked back at him and could no longer see the whites of his eyes. That was her cue to do what she came to do. She took the blade from her mouth and in one clean sweep, sliced the thickest vein she felt throbbing against the inside of her hand.

  “Awwww!” Albery howled, grabbing for the pain in his dick.

  When Rene turned around and saw all that blood, she too began screaming as she quickly jumped out of the bed, tripping over the steps.

  “You fuckin’ bitch!” Albery screamed at the top of his lungs.

  Chyna got up in his face. “Where’s the safe?”

  Albery screamed in agony as he followed the bloody blade hanging over his throat. He choked on his own spit as he called out for help. But no one would hear him because the nearest neighbor was three miles away.

  “I said, where’s the fucking safe?” Chyna drilled, viciously twisting his balls with her left hand.

  Albery pointed to the wall to the left of them.

  Chyna motioned to Rene who had wrapped herself back in the coat. “Open it.”

  Rene, scared half to death, hurried over to the wall. She removed the painting that Albery had pointed to and began fiddling with the digital combination lock. “What’s the combination?” she yelled with shaky hands.

  Chyna looked down at Albery who was turning colors. “You heard her!” she said, releasing his dick until more blood came gushing out.

  Albery painfully called out the six digits, and Rene punched them in. She waited nervously as the red light turned green. She opened the door, bucking her eyes at the bricks of money that aligned the steel safe from top to bottom. She pulled out one of the bundles and tossed it to Chyna.

  Chyna caught the package and then turned back around to face Albery. She was close enough to kiss him. She placed the hundred-thousand-dollar package beside him. “You remember Donald Troy, now, don’t you, Albery?”

  The tears in Albery’s eyes began swimming down his face.

  “You remember the money you stole from him? The life conviction you got him?”

  Albery winced in pain.

  “Say hello to his niece,” Chyna said. She lifted her hand above his throat, determined to finish him off when the sound of a gun rang heavily in her ears. She lowered her hand and forced herself to turn around.

  Rene was shaking like a leaf as she held tightly in her hands the gun that she had just pulled out of the safe. “Stop! You said we were coming here to take back the money he owed you. You didn’t say shit about killing anybody!”

  Chyna eased her legs from around Albery’s body.

  “Don’t you fucking move,” Rene warned.

  Chyna couldn’t believe what was happening. “So what you gon’ do with that gun, huh? Shoot me?” Rene didn’t strike her as the type to hurt a fly, let alone shoot someone. Chyna took in a deep breath. “Rene, do us both a favor and start the fucking car while I finish what I came to do!”

  Rene looked from Albery to Chyna. “Nobody’s dying here tonight.” She walked over to the phone and called 911. “I need an ambulance,” she rattled off, “at—” she glanced around the room, hoping to see something with his address on it. She broke out in a sweat. “It’s uh, uh . . .”

  “Ma’am, I need the address so that I can get someone en route.”

  “I don’t know it!” Rene yelled at the operator in frustration. She began calling out the landmarks that she remembered passing by. “Please, just hurry,” she said before hanging up.

  Rene walked cautiously around the bed and over to the ice bucket with the gun trained in Chyna’s direction the entire time. She pulled out the chilling champagne bottle and tossed it to Chyna. “Put this on him,” she said, placing both hands back on the gun.

  Chyna caught the bottle before it could hit her face. She roughly pushed it between Albery’s legs. “Rene, you don’t know what you’re doing,” she said, contemplating just how long it would take her to wrestle the gun away from Rene, empty the clip in her head, and then make a clean getaway before the cops showed up. She looked over at the clock. Her plane was due to take off in less than two hours. “You don’t understand what
this man did to me. What he did to my family,” Chyna pleaded, trying to fuck with Rene’s head. “I’m not the bad guy here. Do you really think I could hurt someone just—”

  “I know that you’re a fucking monster, and I want my life back!” Rene hollered insanely.

  Chyna rose from the bed and took a walk down the green mile. As she got closer, Rene’s finger embraced the sensitive trigger tighter.

  “You think you scaring me with that gun?”

  Rene remained silent.

  Chyna moved in closer. “You wouldn’t dare shoot me,” she threatened.

  Rene could hear the ambulance from a distance.

  Albery struggled to get the words out. “Kill her. There’s a million dollars . . .” he wheezed, “in that safe. It’s yours,” he uttered painfully.

  Chyna smiled, strongly believing that that wasn’t an option.

  Rene, however, was unmoved. She was in control. She could do whatever she wanted to do right now and get away with it. She considered all she had to gain and all she had to lose. It didn’t require much thought at all when Chyna lunged toward her. Without seeing it coming, Rene fired a single shot.

  Albery managed to lift himself from the bed. He limped over to where Rene stood. He eased the gun from her trembling hands. “I’ll take care of this,” he slurred.

  Rene looked at Albery, and then down to Chyna who was still clinging on to life. The hole in her chest poured blood as gurgling sounds escaped from her throat. Rene gasped. She couldn’t believe what she had done. Part of her couldn’t handle allowing a human being to die, but Chyna was no human being, she reasoned. She was pure psycho.

  “I’ll clean this up,” Albery reassured her. “Go on. Get outta here.” His voice almost sounded hoarse. “Wait. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  Rene looked over at the open safe, then to the bed and at the bundle lying there. “I didn’t do it for the money,” she said. She started to leave, but before she took another step, she turned back around to witness Albery load three more bullets into Chyna’s limp body before collapsing on top of her.

  * * *

  Trent spotted Illusion after rounding the block four times in a row. He wouldn’t be surprised if folks thought he was an undercover cop.

  Illusion was having one hell of a night. She had just made $400, and now she had another john honking at her. She walked over to the car, but as the window powered down, the smile on her face instantly faded. “Get the fuck outta here, Trent!” she yelled, running back for the sidewalk. “Fuck!” she huffed.

  “Illeshia, this ain’t you! You know that. C’mon now. Talk to me,” Trent said, riding his brakes.

  “I don’t want you seeing me like this. Please, just go!” she yelled, walking at a much-faster pace.

  Trent slammed the car into Park, hit the hazard lights, and got out. He caught up to her. “Hold up! Gimme a minute to talk to you.”

  Illusion wasn’t stopping. “What do you want from me?” she yelled.

  “Your time,” Trent answered simply.

  Illusion kept walking.

  “Wait. I get it.” He began fiddling around in his pockets until he pulled out a wad of money. He shoved the money into her hands. “Here’s five hundred. I know that’s a little less than what you’re used to, but I just want you to hear me out for a second,” he pleaded with her. “I ain’t asking for nothing else.”

  Illusion stopped, exhaled, and then rolled her eyes at him. She looked around her as she debated on what to do. “You have ten minutes,” she said finally.

  Trent let out a sigh of relief. “It’ll only take me five,” he said.

  Epilogue

  Eight Months Later

  Sand and Rene stood side by side in matching attire as they walked out of the church and down the flight of steps with flowers and ribbon twining down them. Rene wore a beautiful raspberry strapless dress that stopped just below her knees, with an attached chiffon sash. Her hair was styled in a sophisticated bun with pieces of baby’s breath sprouting out of it. She looked so beautiful, and this was one of the happiest days of her life. On the other side of her, Sand looked equally stunning in an ivory and raspberry tux. Her hair was faded out, and her diamond princess cuts shined from ear to ear. She was too clean.

  Reaching that final step, Rene took her place to the left and Sand to the right. They smiled at each other, knowing what the other had in mind. Minutes later, their attention went back to the double doors in which they’d just come through.

  Standing hand in hand were Shun and Carl, the newlyweds. Rene fanned at the tears tempting to fall from her eyes. She lived for this moment since the day Shun told her that Carl proposed. Finally, she was seeing the fruits of her labor. All the hard work that she had invested in planning the wedding, hiring the caterer, and seeing to it that everything went perfect was more than worth the headache.

  “Congratulations!” everybody yelled out to them, throwing bird seed as the pair hurried past them and slipped into their waiting white limo, heading off for the airport where they’d be honeymooning in Jamaica.

  “Come on, boys,” Rene said to her godchildren who joined in on the excitement. They all waved good-bye to their mother and new stepdad.

  * * *

  Illusion slowly got out of the car and walked over to the gray-haired woman sitting on the nearby park bench. She sat watching all the kids that played, but she focused on one in particular.

  “Mama,” Illusion spoke first.

  “Illeshia.”

  “May I sit?”

  “It’s a free country,” her mother spat coldly. “So I don’t see why not.”

  Illusion tried calming her nerves. She wanted to believe that her showing up here today was not a mistake or a huge slap in the face. “Thank you for agreeing to let me see her.” Illusion’s mother didn’t bother looking up. She kept her attention on her granddaughter who was now swinging. “Be careful, sweetie!” she called out.

  Illusion sucked in her trembling lips. Her showing up was difficult enough, and she felt it was a bad idea from the moment Trent suggested she reach out to the woman. She couldn’t take it anymore, and the pressure was starting to gnaw at her insides. Maybe she wasn’t ready to face her daughter after all this time. What would she say to her? Illusion didn’t have any of those answers. All she knew was that she wanted her baby in her life, but she didn’t even know where to start. She didn’t know how to be a mom. How to care. How to love. She nearly talked herself out of being there. She stood up to leave.

  “So, it’s that easy, isn’t it?” Her mother finally turned to face her in what felt like ages. She looked exactly like her.

  “Why?” her mother asked simply.

  “I don’t know. I don’t have all of the answers for why I did what I did,” Illusion offered, trying to push past the pain. “Maybe I was afraid of failing you and Zakira . . . maybe I didn’t know how to—”

  “I’m not talking about that,” her mother frowned, cutting her off mid-sentence. “I mean, why now? Why today?”

  Illusion took a deeper breath. “Because I’m tired of waking up every morning of my life wondering if I died tomorrow, would my only daughter miss me?” Tears made their way back down her face.

  Her mother’s eyes softened.

  “I’ve lived that life. I’ve done everything in the book that there is to do. But I’ve changed. I’ve grown. I’m ready to turn the pages and move on to the next chapter,” Illusion confessed. “I’m ready to be a part of my baby’s life and do the right thing by her.”

  Her mother was quiet. She looked Illusion dead in the eyes when she told her, “I will do everything in my power to protect that child,” she said, pointing to Zakira. She retrieved a handkerchief from her purse. “Don’t cross this bridge if you aren’t ready to see what’s on the other side.”

  Illusion inhaled the smell of autumn. She was ready. More ready than she would ever be. “I’m ready to see the other side.”

  Her mother placed her hand ove
r her chest. “Zakira,” she called out. Her granddaughter came running.

  “Yes, Nana?”

  She took the eight-year-old by her small hands. “Say hello to your mother.”

  Zakira looked up at the strange woman. “Hi, Mama.”

  Illusion bent down, wrapped the girl tightly in her arms, and released a lifetime of regrets. She could barely breathe, let alone speak. “Hi, baby girl,” she managed weakly, never wanting to let go.

  * * *

  Sand had been taking it easy since the shooting, and she was thankful that she pulled through perfectly fine. Lying on that operating table, holding on to dear life, had changed her perspective on how she wanted to live out the rest of her days on earth. She realized how for so long she had taken so much for granted and how she had taken risks for the people in her life that meant nothing to her but never gave those who meant everything to her equal gratification. Those last few days she spent caged in that hospital room gave her the answers she’d been looking for all of her life. And now, as she watched the woman who meant so much to her sleep so peacefully sound, she knew that she was making a decision that would alter the rest of her life, but it felt so right. With all the strength vested in her, she refused to wake up tomorrow wishing she would’ve taken that chance on love.

  “Rene, baby, wake up. I have somebody I want you to meet.”

  Rene wiped her eyes. Staring up at Sand brought a smile to her face. “What time is it?” She thought about the last joke Sand pulled on her, and then checked the clock for herself. “Baby, are you serious? It’s seven in the morning.”

  “Come on. Get dressed.”

  Rene shook her head and dragged herself out of bed. She went in the bathroom, freshened up, threw on a T-shirt and jeans, then made her way across the hardwood floors of their new apartment, yawning. She saw Sand hunched over on the living-room floor and immediately thought something was wrong. “Sand!” she yelled. “Are you o—”

  Sand took Rene by the hands as she positioned herself on one bended knee. Rene’s watery eyes meant that she was all too familiar with what was getting ready to take place. She took a deep breath and tried to relax as best she could. Her hands weren’t sturdy, but Sand managed to calm them with her opening line.