by Amir Sanchez
“Yea, Negro, you can play your music now,” Gus replied. Gus wasn’t entirely convinced that Leaf was on board with what was said, but he decided to leave it alone for the time being.
“Well, while you old heads stay home listening to your music and whatever else old people do, I’m gonna go get my dick sucked and beat some pussy up,” Sha’Ron exclaimed. “Look at that fine-ass bitch I got waiting in the car.” He walked Gus and Leaf toward the living room window so they could see this cute, light-skinned, Spanish-looking girl sitting in his white CL55 Mercedes.
“A’ight, young buck. Do your thing, bro,” Leaf said, giving his brother dap.
“Stay strapped and wrapped,” Gus put his two cents in.
The Meet-Up
The house Gus had been directed to was breathtaking. It reminded him of a small castle. It had a modern Victorian kind of vibe to it. As he pulled into the driveway, he couldn’t help but to notice the small fleet of foreign vehicles lined up back-to-back. Benz, Beemer, Lexus, Range. From the looks of it, this nigga got that sack for sure. Picture me with a plug like him. We’ll see. As he approached the front door of the house, the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was an attractive light-skinned woman wearing a pastel blue bikini thong swimsuit. Waving him inside, she stepped aside so that he could enter. There wasn’t much space for him to go around. Their bodies brushed up against each as he squeezed himself through. With a flirtatious smile, she looked up and down before motioning for him to follow her. As she led the way through the house, he took a quick look around. A few females sat around a movie projector watching movies and smoking exotic. They all wore bikinis as well.
When they reached the back of the house, Gus was led through double-wide French doors that gave way to a perfectly manicured backyard patio. From there, he could see Black seated at the captain’s chair inside what looked like a ten-man Jacuzzi. He was in the middle of a telephone conversation. Gus noticed that the cell phone he talked on was anything but basic. It was five times bigger and had a thick black antenna. It was indeed high tech. He took a moment to study his surroundings. There was a nice-size swimming pool, a basketball court, as well as a tennis court. For a first impression, Gus was very impressed. The woman that had walked him out went inside and quickly returned. She handed him a towel and a pair of swimming trunks.
Gus seemed a little confused at first. He thought he was coming for a regular sit-down. He wasn’t expecting for the sit-down to be in a Jacuzzi. What he didn’t know was that Black was a very calculated man. He usually held first meetings in the pool or the Jacuzzi; it forced people to have to strip down, and it would expose anyone that came wired. Gus took the swimming trunks and changed in the pool house. When he came out, Black was now accompanied by two gorgeous women. From what Gus could see, they were completely nude. One of the women had the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. They had a teardrop shape, and her nipples looked like Hershey kisses.
“So we finally meet,” Black said as he gestured for Gus to have a seat. As soon as Gus entered the hot Jacuzzi and sat down, the powerful jet streams immediately began to relieve the tension in his back and shoulders.
“How you doing, Old Head? I’m Gustavo Santana. I’m sure my mother has spoken to you about me.”
“Yes, she has,” Black responded. Just as Gus was about to speak, one of the Cambodian girls whose name was Sophia came close to Gus and attempted to put her hand on his manhood. He quickly reacted by grabbing her hand and placing it to her side before addressing Black.
“Old Head, you think I can holla at you personally for a few moments?” Black gave the girls a head nod, and they both got out of the Jacuzzi. As tempting as it was to have the woman stroke him to ecstasy, he wasn’t here for that. Watching the two beauties walk out of the Jacuzzi, exposing their completely shaved pink pussies and plump, round asses, Black let out a loud whistle.
“I ain’t never seen a nigga turn down Sophia. What’s your secret?” asked Black, seeing if Gus would pass his first test.
“I got a girl, Old Head. Sis pretty and all that, but she ain’t on my chick level. Plus, I don’t mix business with pleasure,” Gus replied, passing Black’s test with flying colors. Black was glad to see Gus wasn’t the type to get distracted by ass and titties. Plus, Black had already done his homework on Gus. He knew all about his girl Trish, and to refuse Sophia showed discipline, restraint, and loyalty . . . characteristics of a real nigga. They talked about everything from the twins, to the streets, to the game, and to the ultimate goal. He took an immediate liking to Gus. He admired his style and could see he possessed the heart and intelligence it took to be a true leader. The fact that he could go deep into conversations about business aspects, developments, and investments left Black mighty impressed.
A few minutes before wrapping their conversation up, Sophia came back out of the house carrying a huge lit blunt smelling of exotic weed. The other Cambodian girl carried a tray with a bottle of Moët and some champagne glasses. When Sophia passed the blunt to Gus, he declined.
“I don’t smoke, ma. And I don’t drink when I’m handling business.” Surprisingly, he aced all of Black’s tests. Black was very impressed with this young buck. He couldn’t help but to smile from ear to ear. Gus reminded him of a younger version of himself.
Later that night, while Gus was driving back home, his eyes were on the road, but his mind was focused on another road, “The Road to Success.” After seeing how the old head Black was living, he had a new inspired motivation. He felt determined to work hard and achieve that same kind of success. He just had to get his cousins on board and keep Leaf in check so he won’t fuck shit up. Feeling excited for his future, he speed-dialed Trish on his cell phone.
“Hello,” answered Trish on the third ring.
“What’s good, girl? Get dressed. We are going out to the Cheesecake Factory.”
“Oh yeah? I guess things went okay at your little meeting because I can hear it all in your voice.”
“Just have your sexy ass dressed and ready when I pull up,” said Gus.
That night, they enjoyed a delicious shrimp and chicken jambalaya dinner and ordered a few rounds of their favorite drink there, the Mai Tai. Gus filled her in on everything that had happened at Black’s place. He conveniently left out the part about the naked women in the Jacuzzi. They were always honest with each other, but he knew better than to tell her he was surrounded by naked, beautiful women. He expressed to her how inspired he was to take his business to whole new level. She was excited for him, but deep down, she wished he’d stop the street hustle and start a legal business for himself. She wasn’t ready to have that kind of conversation with him yet, though, so for the time being, she listened to him speak and promised him to always stay by his side, no matter what.
Later on back at home, Trish took full advantage of Gus’s generosity and good mood. Once she got out of the shower, she splashed her body with cucumber and melon body fragrance. She wore nothing but a towel back to the bedroom. The day’s excitement must have tired Gus out because he was knocked out sleeping. That didn’t stop her one bit, however. She reached over toward the strawberry cheesecake slice they had brought back from the restaurant. She smeared some of it on her nipples and climbed on top of him so she could put her breasts in his face. She kept gently brushing her nipples along the lining of his lips, enticing him to wake up and join in.
He woke up and took one nipple into his mouth. He made his tongue bend, curl, and flick, allowing it to tease his woman, causing her to beg him to make his way toward her pussy. He grabbed more of the cheesecake and placed some right over her clitoris. He stroked his tongue up and down while Trish squirmed and moaned. He explored every nook and cranny of her insides. As her body started to shake violently, he stuck his middle finger inside her, causing her to explode her climax all over his face. She climbed off of him and lay on her side of the bed where she continued to moan and come from the aftershock. Gus lay on his side of the bed with a smile on his
face. After all this time, he still knew how to satisfy his woman. He could have gotten up and fucked her mercilessly, but instead, he let her enjoy the moment. His pleasure was hers.
Over the next few weeks, Black kept close observation on the young Santanas. He didn’t care too much for Sha’Ron and Leaf, but with proper guidance, Gus had potential to make some real money. The next time they got together, he planned to welcome him in with open arms and also give him strong advice on how to deal with his wild, careless cousins. He would make it clear that they were not his responsibility or concern. He was only taking Gus under his wing. So, however Gus chose to deal with them was up to him. There were a few ground rules he would give Gus that were never to be compromised or broken; the penalty was always paid with a life.
And So It Begins
Gus and Trish left their home dressed like they were members of a Fortune 500 company. Gus wore a navy-blue Kenneth Cole slim fit suit with an all-white button-up shirt and a metallic black skinny tie. Trish wore a black Oleg Cassini lace mermaid dress to complement her man’s outfit. Tonight, Gus was to have his second meeting with Black. Black had invited him and his girl to his second home a few hours outside of Philly. Gus was anxious and a little nervous to be meeting with Black again. He had no idea what it was that Black wanted to discuss in this second meeting, but he was prepared to ask Black to let him work alongside him and his empire.
Tonight was the night Gus would hopefully take the first step into Bosshood. He had been anticipating this ever since the day he met Black. When Black called and told him and Trish to dress fancy and pack a few days’ worth of outfits, Gus could only assume this was going to be a positive meeting. If everything went well during this meeting, he was about to be connected with one of the biggest plugs in the city. Gus had done his homework and looked into who Black was. He learned about what he came from and how he built his successful and lucrative empire. He also got a lot of insight about Black from his mother and aunt.
Hoping to make an everlasting impression himself, Gus and Trish packed their suitcases with the flyest linens they could afford. True Religion jeans, Prada belts, and Christian Louboutin shoes were all packed up and ready to go. They both wore their matching his and her Rolex watches. Trish wore her diamond chandelier earrings and her Gregg Ruth canary-yellow and white diamond pendant necklace. Gus wore his white gold diamond link chain.
Gus and Trish sat patiently waiting to get the phone call that would instruct them where they were to go. Gus’s phone finally rang, and he was given instructions and directions to the location where the meeting was to take place. The person on the phone explained to Gus that he was to tell no one of tonight’s meeting, nor was he to tell anyone of his whereabouts. Gus gave his word that this would be kept between him and his girl. Doing this, he knew that his word and name were on the line.
After passing the King of Prussia Mall and turning down a road, the streets got really dark. The only light was provided by the large homes that seemed newly built in the area. It was a little difficult finding the location because he wasn’t given any street names, just instructions . . . when you get there, make a left, go two blocks up, turn right, go straight and park. Eventually, he came upon a huge single house. Gus knew better than to call back and ask for directions again. He had to show Black that he was capable of following directions and doing shit right the first time. Gus was anxious and excited to learn what this was about.
The house he had been directed to was fly as a motherfucker. He and Trish were in awe of the large house before them. The house had a warm and inviting feel with a lighted driveway. As the couple walked toward the front double doors, they passed a security sign, with another attached that read, 24-HOUR SURVEILLANCE MONITORING. Before he could ring the bell, the doors opened up, and a man greeted them. He stared Gus up and down for a few odd seconds, then looked over at Trish, smiled, and opened the door invitingly. He told the couple to follow him. Gus and Trish were led through a two-story foyer with a marble floor. Trish looked up and was mesmerized by the Swarovski crystal chandelier that hung from the vaulted ceilings. Gus was trying very hard not to stop and look around the house. He didn’t want to get caught gazing.
As they made their way farther inside the house, they were even more taken aback by everything they saw. Black’s home was fabulous. A black leather sofa covered the entire living room from wall to wall. A movie projector hung from the ceiling, feeding a clear picture to the 75-inch screen hanging above the fireplace. The floors in the living room were bamboo, and so was the frame of the miniature bar that housed top-shelf liquor, wine, and champagne. A beautiful, tall, Amazon goddess-looking woman entered the room and walked toward the couple. The woman reminded Trish of Kimora Lee Simmons.
“Hello, everyone. I’m Chyna, Black’s wife,” she said as she extended her hand toward Gus. “You must be Gus,” she said. Gus took her hand and gently kissed it like a true gentleman would. She then turned over toward Trish and leaned in to give her a warm embrace. “And you must be Trish.”
She offered them a drink and assured them that Black would be joining them soon so they could head out. Moments later, Black made his grand entrance into the living room sporting a black suit similar to Gus’s, complemented by a dark brown fine mink with matching ostrich shoes. He extended his hand to Gus and afterward, he placed Trish’s right hand into his and planted a soft kiss.
“You have a good man here. The day I met him, he spoke about you with hope, honor, and respect . . . It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Black, giving Trish the feeling that she was married to the mob for real.
After engaging in a little small talk, they exited the condo. Outside was a black Mercedes-Benz Maybach with a private driver awaiting the two couples. This was normal for Black and Chyna, but Gus and Trish had never experienced luxury on this level. Laid up in that Maybach was sickening; it had the TVs that showed the perimeter of anything and everything within ten feet of the car. There were curtains in the windows and a stocked minibar. This is the life, thought Gus.
When they arrived at a private airport, Gus and Trish grabbed each other’s hands. They couldn’t help but to feel butterflies in their stomachs.
“Did you bring your passports like you were instructed?”
“Yes, we did,” Gus replied. “Now are you going to tell us where we’re going?”
“Not quite yet. We’re going to one of my favorite spots. Trust me, you’ll love it,” Black said as a grin spread across his face.
After being led through the airport and down a private terminal, they were seated in a fully loaded G5 that Black claimed was owned by one of his family members who played professional sports in the city. Trish and Gus were left speechless by the jet’s interior. White leather massage seats. Stocked bar. Marble floors and panels. Flat screen TVs assembled along the front row from every which position.
“We’re going to be in the air for a few hours. Please, make yourselves comfortable and don’t hesitate to ask if you get hungry or want anything to drink,” Chyna said as she took her seat.
Later on in the flight, while Gus and Trish were sleeping, Trish was awakened by what she believed was some kind of physical confrontation, only to wake up and see Black’s naked body long stroking Chyna as she bent over the seat, holding onto whatever she could grip. Trish pretended to be asleep as she peeked at Black’s huge dick popping bubbles and gushing juices in and around Chyna’s pussy. Her pussy got soaked from just watching the erotic scene. The passion and pleasure Black and Chyna shared was so powerful that it made Trish come all in her panties, right along with them.
After hours of flying, the pilot gave warning to the passengers that they should buckle their seat belts and prepare for landing. After landing safely at Brazil’s International, they were driven to a beach house owned by Black. It was all white and resembled a villa. It was so close to the ocean, you would throw a rock into it from right off the porch. Gus and Trish were mesmerized by the level of luxury Black acquired a
nd lived. He made these types of impressions just to get those types of reactions.
“Y’all enjoying this shit yet, little homie?” he asked while motioning his hands around the island and his beach house. “I figured you could use a quick getaway to clear your head. Plus, I wanted to holla at you about something important anyway.”
“For sure, ol’ head. I definitely needed to be reminded of what I need to do and where I needed to be. This here was a up-front view of what I needed to see. I’m ready to turn shit up. All I really need is the right people behind me,” Gus said. The way he put it, Black was sure to read between the lines.
“That sounds about right. Patience, brains, and dedication is what it really takes. We’ll get into that later on,” he insisted, before changing the conversation. “Leave all your worries behind. Let’s go inside and make our way to the back dining room patio. Chyna made dinner arrangements before we even left the States and instructed our house cook, Dolores, to prepare a seafood feast for us.”
Black and Gus made their way toward the back of the house to find Chyna and Trish already sitting at the table. Black wasn’t kidding when he said there would be a seafood feast. On the table was an assortment of crab legs, scallops, jumbo shrimp, and lobster tails. Gus looked to his left and saw a middle-aged woman walking toward the table carrying a tray of Porterhouse steaks.
“I prepared these for if you want too.” She had a thick accent, and she did her best to communicate in English.
“Obrigada, Dolores.” Chyna thanked her in Portuguese. “Everything looks amazing.” She complimented the cook. The two couples enjoyed their seafood and steak dinner. They made small talk while they ate. The sides were just as delicious as the steak and seafood. They had a selection of veggie delight: roasted mushrooms, corn, peppers, onions, wild rice, string beans, garlic mashed potatoes, and truffle macaroni and cheese. The foursome drank a few bottles of Moët and shared a delicious upside-down pineapple cake. After their meals were completed, Mrs. Dolores came out of the kitchen to ask if there was anything else she could do for them before she dismissed herself for the night.