TYCE

by Shareef Jaudon

  I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at it.

  "What tha fuck you yellin' in my ear for?" I asked irritated.

  "Nigga I aint got time for no games! Jus’ bring me my shit...I got niggas waitin' on it." He spat impatiently.

  Something must be wrong I thought to myself, he

  aint never this hype. I rubbed my sore chest and sighed, "Aight nigga...calm down. You jus’ turned 75 years old, you can't be yelling like that."

  I informed Biz in code, his cut was 75,000 off the hit. The phone went silent.

  "Is that all?" He asked.

  "Yeah, jus’ the paper...nuthin' else." I said as Omar looked over at me.

  Biz clinched his jaws in frustration. "What tha fuck you mean...nuthin' else!" Biz questioned.

  "Jus’ what I said man, NOTHING ELSE!" I said more clearly.

  Omar pulled the car over to pay closer attention to the conversation. I reclined my seat back and lit a clove cigarette. I blew out the flavored smoke and waited for the bullshit to land.

  "You niggas fucked up," he shouted.” I might lose a deal behind you muthafuckas! So consider this a loss nigga, and bring my muthafuckin’ money!" He demanded.

  I took another drag off my cigarette and blew the smoke out the window.

  "I don't work for free, and I don't take losses nigga! I think you may have forgotten who you talkin’ to, but I can remind you." I warned.

  "Look you parentless BASTARD, I'm not tha nigga you wanna fuck with!" He challenged.

  I felt a quick surge of anger in my chest over that bastard comment but I kept my cool.

  "Alright Biz, grab a pen and write this down." I told him.

  Biz smiled as he opened his desk drawer and pulled a pad and pen out. He was all set to write down the instructions on how to get his money.

  "Yo write this down…Fuck you! I aint givin' you shit muthafucka!" I shouted hanging up the phone.

  Who the fuck he think he was? He must be getting crazy in his old age talking to me like that. He knew I wouldn't go for that bullshit; I don't let niggas run me. That's the very reason he recruited me years ago to be on his team.

  "Yo, I told you we shoulda got that dope now this muthafucka trippin'. Why you aint ask me what I wanted to do?" Omar projected.

  I turned and faced him, "Trust me on this. This workin' for Biz shit is runnin' out of gas. Aint no future in it for me and you, we can’t keep

  breaking this nigga off 30 percent every lick. Plus shit aint poppin' like it used to, we only hittin' niggas once every two or three months, that aint shit! I been thinkin' on some new shit we can get off. If we do it right, we can both be millionaires.”

  "Yeah I feel you, so what's the plan?" He

  asked.

  "I got a few more details to work out first. Gimme’ a few days, and I'll drop it on you. But yo, we need to stay ready case this old ass nigga wanna flex. Keep ya eyes open, aight?"

  "Tyce, I wish that muthafucka would. I keep heat for situations like this!” Omar said convincingly.

  I reached behind me, grabbed the bag off the back seat, and started countin’ the stacks. It was an even two hundred and forty thousand dollars. I put a hundred and twenty thousand back in the bag and handed it to Omar, I put the rest in my leather backpack.

  "Don't that shit look better than tha eighty four thousand you woulda got fuckin’ with Biz? I questioned.

  Omar raised a stack to his nose and sniffed it, "Hell yeah, it smell better too."

  We got back on the freeway and sped toward the city. Omar drove into an underground parking garage and stopped next to my Range. I gave him a pound and jumped out. Wasting no time, I got in and mashed out. I hit the CD button on the steering wheel, and “Jagged Edge” blared from my speakers.

  "I love it when you grind on me. When you take ya time on me. When you put a little uummph in it. That's when I lose control. When you put a little uummph in it. Start squeezin' and you won’t let gooo!

  I sang along bobbing my head, they was the only singing niggas that got play in my rides. I wasn't with that crying “Keith Sweat” type shit, niggas whining about how much they love her and wanna make love all night long...please. If it takes a nigga all night long to satisfy a woman…he aint hitting it right. I was feeling good despite my aching chest muscles. I was about to make a move that would set me up for life. It was three o’clock in the morning but I was in the mood for some company. I pulled my cell out and called Honey; she ran a high priced escort service and was familiar with my taste in women. Unlike Omar, I didn't want a girlfriend. They took up to much time and energy. I preferred a professional when I wanted some pussy. I didn't have to wine and dine these women, they didn't blow my phone up when I was taking too long to get home, and I wasn't financing shopping sprees every fucking weekend either. I paid-we laid-she left. Simple.

  I checked into a room at the “Four Seasons” hotel. I took a long shower letting the hot water soothe my chest and changed clothes. I always kept a new outfit and an overnight bag in my trunk just in case I needed it. I was watching “Mike Tyson's” greatest hits on “ESPN” when the phone rang.

  "Mr. Adkins, there's a lady by the name of Dallas at the front desk to see you."

  "Okay, send her up." I said turning the TV down.

  Moments later, I heard a soft knock at the door. I looked through the peephole just to make sure it was her. You can never be too careful. I opened the door and Dallas stepped in. She was 5 feet 4 inches of pure and uncut sexy. Her hair was black with caramel highlights; it was pinned up allowing one curly lock to fall on the side of her auburn face. The sea green dress she was wearing embraced her curves and stopped right below her round ass, a little black moe was perfectly placed above her succulent lips. Dallas was the type of woman that wore “Victoria Secret” period panties. She didn't fuck with low budget niggas. Her company tonight would cost me two thousand dollars.

  My eyes moved slowly over her, "Thank you for comin'."

  "You’re very welcome. I don't normally come out this late, but Honey said you'd be worth it. I'll have to thank her in the morning." She flirted.

  I shut the door as she made her way into the front

  room. She sat down in the middle of the couch and

  stretched both arms across the top. She stared at me with a hint of smile in her eyes. I grabbed two small glasses and filled them with Remy. I gave her the drink and sat directly across from her on the love seat.

  "Sooo, Tyce Adkins." She said slowly. "I've heard great things about you. Simone tried to switch dates with me when she found out I was seeing you. As you can see, I said no, I wanted to meet you myself."

  I grinned a little, "Ahh, Simone. Yeah me and her got along well together." I thought about her and had a pornographic flashback.

  "I know, she told me." She teased.

  Dallas uncrossed her legs and stood. She took a sip of her drink and walked slowly over to me. Standing in front of me, she unpinned her hair, letting it tumble down. She licked the tip of her finger and pressed the off button on the TV remote. She slowly began moving to her own rhythm as she peeled her dress off. Her body was stunning. Her waist and hips formed a lazy S down her sides. The princess cut diamond pierced in her

  belly button matched the ones in her ears. She moved her hips left to right slowly wiggling out of her tight ass dress. Letting it fall to her ankles she stepped out and formed the letter A with her legs. Dallas just stood there open for business and completely naked. She took a long sip from her glass again and pushed the dark liquor passed her lips using her tongue. A little stream of bronze liquor flowed over her chin and trickled down her neck. My dick was pushing against my zipper trying hard to escape. I stood up and placed my hands on her waist, the tip of my tongue was traveling to her neck like an arrow. I tasted the liquor as I worked my way up to her chin. I stood back a little and looked down at her face.

  "Damn you fine! You look good as hell…but I can't do it baby." I said shaking my head side to side.
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br />   She gently grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me down to her and outlined my lips with the tip of her sweet tongue.

  "Baby don't sweat the money, we'd be doing each other a favor. Shit I'd fuck yo sexy ass for free." She placed her hand on my chest.

  "Excuse me baby, I'll be right back." I escaped from her sexy grip.

  I walked in the bedroom grabbed a robe and three g’s out my bag. I returned to a naked and confused Dallas still standing in the front room. I put the robe around her and gave her the money. I guided her hand inside my jeans and let her grab my throbbing and disappointed dick. I wanted to show her that it wasn't her stopping me at all. Plus that's how gay rumors got started!

  She massaged my dick, "Well what's the problem Tyce? I can tell you want me as much as I want you. I aint met a nigga yet that can resist me. And trust me baby...I won't let you down." She said sarcastically.

  I backed up and looked in her eyes. "That's exactly why I can't fuck you. I don't mix business with pleasure and I have somethin’ else in mind for you." I said calmly. "Since I paid for your company tonight, let's talk. I want your attention, not your pussy."

  I grabbed my drink and lit a cigarette, offering her one. She took it and leaned in my direction so I could light it for her. She sat back down on the couch and crossed her legs, ignoring her wide-open robe. She put the cigarette to her lips, tilted her head back, and blew smoke in the air.

  "What's on your mind?" She asked smiling at me.

  Guess Who's Coming To Dinner

  Angelique stood out on her balcony sipping a “Corona.” When she was 18 years old she'd moved in with Biz, after learning more about his personality and herself, she decided to secretly rent a condo just in case she needed to get away. Standing there in the evening sun, alone, she was glad she did. However, she knew her name was in the streets. Biz wouldn't tell anyone what she did, for fear of losing respect. What he would do was have people looking for her. She had to figure out her next move. She had plenty of people too turn to, but none she trusted and not one that could handle a situation like this. There was one person that she thought she could trust. She downed the rest of her beer snatched her keys and left as the sun was fading; 20 minutes later, she was in front of his house. She reassured herself silently that this was the right move as she parked in the driveway.

  Angelique stood in front of the door, debating if she should knock, "Fuck it," She said knocking on the door.

  "Jus’ a minute." A female voice sang.

  Moments later a woman wearing a G-string bikini

  opened the door. The woman just stared at her with piercing eyes, bulging with attitude.

  Amused, Angelique asked, "Is Omar here?"

  "Who tha fuck are you?" The doorman snapped.

  Holding back her laugh Angelique answered, "A friend."

  "What kind of muthafuckin’ friend!" She asked crossing her arms.

  "Look bitch, I don't want him, I wanna see him. Now get ya fake “Sports Illustrated Swim Suit” ass in there and get him."

  "Tasha, who is it?" Omar yelled from the back yard.

  Angelique struck a model pose as Tasha stepped aside so he could get a better look. Omar instantly recognized the woman he dreamed about fucking since high school. Dreaming was all he would do; he still thought Angelique was bad news.

  "Yo baby, let her in." He ordered.

  Angelique walked pass Tasha looking straight ahead.

  "Bitch." Tasha hissed.

  "That you don't wanna fuck with," Angelique retorted.

  Omar was sitting in the hot tub on the patio. Angelique spotted a chair and sat. Tasha threw her hips east to west harder than she had to as she approached the hot tub and slowly climbed in. She possessively rubbed Omar’s chest and kissed the lion head tattoo on his neck.

  "What brings you here girl?" He asked enjoying the attention.

  "I need to ask you somethin’."

  "Wasup?" He said curiously.

  Angelique was suddenly nervous. Maybe it was because she didn't know what he would say after she asked.

  She licked her lips, "I need to know where Tyce lives. I also need his phone number. Trust me, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

  Angelique was aware that Tyce never let anyone know where he rested. The only person that knew the address to the bat cave was Omar. Biz kept Tyce's phone number private, so she didn't have that either. Tyce was the only person she could think of when it came to trust and who she knew wasn’t afraid of Biz. Therefore, she had to ask Omar and hope he cooperated.

  Omar studied her, "You good?" He questioned.

  "Yes, I jus’ need to see him that's all." She offered.

  “Ok…I was jus’ askin’ ‘cuz you got a bruise on your face.” Omar cocked his head to the

  side.

  Tasha giggled, “Yeah bitch who whooped yo

  ass?”

  Angelique didn’t flinch a bit, “It’s nothin’ I can’t handle…are you gonna help me or not, I really need to talk to him.”

  "Yo, I can't give you tha spot, but I'll give you his cell number. If he wants you there, he'll let you know. That's the best I can do ma." Omar said sensing her drama.

  "Thanks O." Angelique said relieved.

  Tasha tried to kill Angelique with her eyes. How the fuck is this bitch gonna come up in here and get Tyce's number, just like that. She had been crushing on Tyce for months and he never paid her any mind. So she snagged the next best thing, his best friend.

  The black Jag pulled up slowly and rolled to a stop in the circular driveway. As soon as she left Omar's, Angelique quickly dialed Tyce's number and asked could she come by. He immediately gave her directions without any questions. Now she was nervous as she looked out her window and seen him standing on his porch. Her pussy smiled as her eyes took in the gorgeous view; he was wearing red sweats and a red wife beater. The tattoos on his thick arms were highlighted by the

  overhead porch lights; it was like he was on stage

  in front of his own house. The tight fitting shirt grabbed his muscular chest and tapered along his torso. One-carat studs sparkled in his ears trying to compete with his smile. He walked down the steps and opened her door for her. As soon as she stood up, he gave her a huge warm hug lifting her off her feet.

  "What was that for?" She asked pleasantly shocked.

  "That was for the vests! That shit was a life saver...literally." He said sincerely.

  "I aim to please." She said girlishly.

  He grabbed her by the hand and walked toward the house, "You know you're the first woman to be at my crib." He said pointing at the house.

  "I know." Angelique said grinning.

  He looked at her once they were under the light of the porch and appreciated her sexiness. She wore tight ass jeans with slits in the back and front thighs. Her 34C's were covered by a blue and white shirt that said DIVA in rhinestones and her body was elevated by cream and blue stilettos. Sexy yet simple. He moved his attention upward and paused.

  "What the fuck happened to your face?" He asked turning her cheek.

  Angelique forgot about the bruise on her cheek

  and turned her head in embarrassment. She wasn't the type of chick to be abused and she was not happy about it.

  "Biz had a pimp moment and hit me. I left his ass right after though. But not before I made his ass pay!"

  "That muthafucka! What you do, stab his ass?"

  "No I robbed his ass!" She said hatefully.

  "That's what the fuck I'm talkin’ ‘bout. Don't hit him in his face, hit em in his pockets." I approved.

  "So you kinda get why I'm here? I know he's looking for me, and I didn't want to be alone. Do you mind if I stay here for a few days to clear my head?"

  "Naw I don't mind, take as much time as you want. As a matter of fact, I'm glad you came. I need to talk to you about somethin’."

  "Okay." She said easily as they walked inside.

  Standing in front of him, she finally granted her pussy's request
and kissed his cheek.

  "Thank you Tyce."

  "It aint nuthin’ girl. Now let's put a beer in ya hand and one on ya bruise. We gotta get that swelling down. I got plans for you."

  The two sat at the kitchen table eyeing each other admiringly. Deep inside his chest, he was pissed that Biz had hit her but his emotions were expertly concealed.

  "So, you really left that nigga huh? You sure you aint jus’ mad at what happened? Maybe you still got your door open for an apology with some shiny shit attached to it?" I tested.

  "Hell naw! Fuck Biz, I been trying to shake his ancient ass...he served his purpose, now I'm ready for somethin’ new." She shot back flirtatiously.

  "Alright then, that's good to hear. Listen I got somethin’ I been workin’ on for a minute. I think it might be that "somethin’ new" you said you ready for."

  Angelique sat up in her chair with interest and took a sip of her beer. Resting her chin in her palm, she said "What you been plottin' on Tyce?"

  He worked that sexy smile that made her pussy twitch. "Money equals oxygen in my world, so you already know what it's about. I'll give you the details later on, for now the guest room is in the back on the left, make yourself at home. I gotta make a run tonight but I'll be back in a lil’ while. Stay here, but if you gotta leave take my Benz, I jus’ had it delivered and aint nobody seen it yet." He instructed.