by Miss KP
The sad thing about it was, I knew she was dead serious.
“Come on, Rich. Trust me, I fuck better than all those other bitches.”
The more she talked shit, the more she made me want her. At that moment, I snatched her panties off, bent her ass over and went straight in her pussy from the back. She was right. Her pussy was the best that I ever had. Not only was it dripping wet, but she knew how to grip my dick just right.
“Rich, do you love this pussy?”
“Yes, baby. This pussy is good as shit.”
“Well, fuck it like it’s the best. Fuck me harder!”
Givin’ her what she wanted, I pulled my dick out and put it right in her ass.
“Is this what you wanted? Huh?”
“Unhuh! Give me that big dick. I can take whatever you giving. Fuck me Rich.”
Marisol was obviously experienced in the anal department and showed it as she opened her ass so I could get it a little deeper. Her ass was so tight, a few seconds later I couldn’t help but cum. As soon as I started to nut, Marisol turned around and sucked all of my juices, swallowin’ every last drop. I thought Trixie was nasty, but Marisol had her beat. She continued to suck my dick ‘til she got me back hard and jumped on top of me, ridin’ my shit like I was a horse. We fucked all the way upstairs until she came and we ended up fallin’ asleep in my bed.
Damn, I vowed to never fuck Marisol again from the mistake we made back in the day, but a nigga had to do what a nigga had to do.
Chapter Eighteen
JUAN
Sometimes I wondered, ‘what the hell I’d gotten myself into’, fucking with these Feds. The fear that I might have to give all this up one day if I was ever exposed as an informant, constantly fucked with my mind. Not to mention, if they know I was still hustling even though I was supposed to be clean, I’m sure they would send my ass straight back to jail. Hell, maybe they knew. Maybe they wanted Rich more than me. I knew that I was being greedy, but as long as I could get away with making money while I worked with them muthafuckas then that’s the chance I was willing to take. I wasn’t trying to go back to jail, but once this is all over, I needed to make sure that me and my mother had money to survive.
My main focus at this point was to stack as much paper as possible so that I could get things set up down south, especially since Malik down in ATL seemed solid. If only I could get Uncle Renzo to trust me, and give me even more territory, then I would hae a quick way of getting paid even faster. At this point, stacking paper was my motivation so that when all this shit with Rich was over with, I could move and still be living life to the fullest. The more I pondered on what I could do to gain my uncle’s trust, all of a sudden an idea smacked me in the face like a ton of bricks. I decided to give him a call instantly.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Uncle Renzo, it’s me Juan.”
“How’s it going, Juan? I hope you’re calling because you have something for me.”
“Actually, I do. I feel bad because I feel like I’m actually about to betray my father, but I feel there’s something you should know. But only if we could keep this conversation in confidence.”
“Of course Juan, what is it?”
“Well, I think you should know that about this time last year, my mother was abducted, raped, and held for ransom due to my father fucking this girl named Trixie. When he went to go get my mother from some abandoned warehouse, he was shot and the guys got away with a huge sum of money.”
“I can’t believe nobody told me this,” Renzo interrupted.
“I know. I guess it was hard for them to talk about it. My mother took it bad. Anyway, my father and Carlos ended up finding out who was responsible and you know…got a little retaliation. His name was Mike.”
“So, what does this have to do with Carlos’ death?”
“Well, word on the street is that somebody from Mike’s family killed Carlos. I don’t think they wanted him to be found because they wouldn’t win with a war, but that’s all I could figure out from the streets.”
“Really. Where are these guys from?”
“They’re from Southeast, but that’s all that I know.”
“That’s enough for now. Son, you did good, better than your father. I’ll make sure he doesn’t know what you’ve told me. I’m a man of my word and I’ll make sure that you’re rewarded for the information.”
“No problem Unc’. I just want to help. Carlos was a good man.”
“I’ll be in touch.”
After hanging up, it felt good to know that I’d gotten a few steps further for Uncle Renzo to trust me. I also knew that I was taking a huge gamble. It was my ass if Uncle Renzo knew that I lied about Carlos’ killer, but it would at least give me time to work my way up in the organization and protect me and my mother from becoming a target. I knew once I had him completely on my side, I would be making the money I needed to stack up so I could eventually move.
Walking around m house, I pulled out my Louie duffle bag and threw in two outfits along with some underwear and toiletries for my quick trip to ATL. I was on my way to meet up with Malik, my newfound heroin connect and southern business partner. Me, Malik and Kwame had been talking about this deal for the past few days, so now it was time to make shit happen.
Before I left, I made sure I had all my money in hundred dollar bills so it made it easier to travel on the plane. I bought a couple of maternity Velcro belts that I could use to secure the money against my body so it wouldn’t be detected. The last thing I needed was to be questioned by those fake-ass airport authorities, so I had to make sure everything was right. Besides, it wasn’t everyday that someone flew on a plane with fifty thousand dollars. Fifty g’s is what I had to have up front until I moved some product.
*****
Three hours later, I walked through Atlanta’s Hartsfield Airport with a huge smile on my face. Not only had a weight been lifted off my shoulders since I was able to make it through security without a problem, but I was overly excited to be in the ATL; a place where I wanted to relocate and start all over. Not to mention, the fact that Atlanta had a hundred women to one man had me even more hyped. Even though I’d told myself this was going to be a short trip, if things popped off with a female, I didn’t mind staying an extra day or two. My mind was busy with thoughts as I went to get my rental car, and drove off to the W hotel in Buckhead.
After I checked into my room and made my way up to my corner suite on the top floor, I thought to myself, was this a good idea? For a while I contemplated doing business with someone outside my circle, but since Kwame had vouched for Malik, I decided to go along with the deal. Kwame was supposed to fly down with me, but since something came up at the last minute I had to come by myself, which had me a little noid. I always knew Kwame was jealous of me, but when it came down to business, he was supposed to pull his weight.
His ass is gonna be the first one to try and cash in, I thought as I sat down on the bed. Just as I got pissed off, my phone rang. It was Kwame.
“Yeah, what’s up you fake-ass nigga?” I said with a mild irritation in my voice.
“Man, cut that bitch shit out. Malik got you. I talked to him earlier and he told me y’all are gonna party tonight.”
“Look, I’m just here to get my shit, politic a little and roll out.”
“Nigga shut up. You know how weak you are for a phat ass. I heard y’all goin’ to Magic City and Body Tap tonight. You know how they do in the “A”. You’re really gonna be ready to move down there once you experience the tittie bars. No bullshit, DC strippers ain’t got nothin’ on ATL.”
“Damn, you ain’t gonna represent your own hood. We got the best looking girls hands down. Fuck who got the hottest strippers, you can fly in to look at some assdiv heighather have the hottest bitches around me 24/7. If I’m at the mall, grocery store, or in the club, DC ladies got it going on. You sweating these bitches down here like you from here or something.”
“Stop bein’ so damn sensitive. I’m j
ust sayin’ the ATL strippers are the shit. That’s all facts.”
“Anyway, what’s up? I see you left me down here by myself. Malik seems cool, and I know you and Kyle vouched for him, but you know I don’t trust no out of town niggas like that.”
“Man, I keep tellin’ you that Malik is straight. Plus, I told you that I had to handle some shit here and I didn’t know it was gonna take that long. Just enjoy yourself. I’ll be with you on the next trip, that’s a bet. You my man.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll holla at you later then. I’m about to lay down for a couple of hours before I have to meet up with him.”
“Cool.”
After hanging up, the conversation was confirmation for me that this was a bad idea. I’d been feeling uneasy about this trip when Kwame cancelled, but even more after talking to him. He always wanted me to help him get money, but never wanted to do what it took to keep the shit pumping. I couldn’t wait to the day to get out the game. Despite who you thought had your back, deep down nobody could really be trusted.
My mind was heavy as I laid across the bed and fell asleep. Surprisingly, I dreamt of my ex-girlfriend Ciara for some reason. I hadn’t spoken to her since the night I met Cherry and had no idea why she was on my mind all of a sudden. The crazy thing was, in the dream she’d just told me that she was pregnant with my child and that the baby was a boy. What took the dream to the next level was how excited I was when she told me. I started doing all types of crazy-ass flips and everything. When my phone rung and woke me up, I couldn’t help but think to myself if the dream was some type of subliminal message. Was something trying to tell me that I needed to settle down?
“Yeah,” I answered.
“What’s up, Juan? It’s Malik. You ready to have a little fun tonight.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s eight-thirty. I was gonna come scoop you around ten.”
“That works. I’m gonna hop in the shower and get ready.”
“Cool.”
I was hungry as shit so the first thing I did was order room service. Hot wings and a Caesar salad would be enough to coat my stomach as I scanned over the menu. After getting off the phone, I quickly took off my clothes and jumped in the shower. The warm water hitting my body felt good and was much needed since I seemed so tense. Minutes later, I got out, wrapped my towel around my waist and laid out what I was gonna wear. Since it wasn’t as cold as it was in DC, I was able to wear my black Burberry sweatshirt, dark blue True Religion jeans and my Gucci sneakers. I didn’t want to look like I tried too hard, but at the same time I wanted to look like money so I finished the outfit off with my iced out Breitling watch and pave’ platinum cross necklace.
When my phone rung exactly an hour and a half later, it was Malik letting me know he was waiting downstairs in a black Range Rover Sport. After grabbing five g’s from the safe in the room, I made my way to the elevator. One of the disadvantages of being on the top floor was the elevator stopped a million times before I finally made it to the bottom. When the doors finally opened, I was in complete shock. The lobby looked like a club scene more so than a five star hotel. It was full of hot chicks with short ass dresses and platform pumps.
“Shit, I could’ve just chilled here,” I said to myself as I continued to look around. I definitely didn’t know that the hotel was a party spot.
When I made my way to the front entrance, Malik rolled his window down to let me know it was him due to the dark tint. Malik’s truck reeked of weed as I jumped in the passenger seat and gave him a quick pound. Luckily, I’d sprayed my Creed cologne so I didn’t smell like that shit when I got to the club. Malik had just finished rolling up a blunt when he introduced me to his man, Clint who was in the back seat. He was dark skinned with a bald head, and looked a lot like Wee-Bay from The Wire. He nodded his head, but that was about it. I guess the nigga was just as uneasy as I was.
“Wassup, my nigga! You ready to see some ass and make some cash,” Malik said trying to divert my attention off of Clint’s rudeness.
“I’m down. What’s the plan?”
“You know we don’t sleep much down here. We get our party on ‘til five or six in the morning and then it’s Waffle House time,” Malik replied.
“So, when do y’all make time to get some ass? After the club?” I asked.
Malik smiled. “What real man is gonna pass up some ass? We definitely make time for that. We got you. We’re gonna show you how we really do it tonight. Why do you think everybody moves to ATL? They get hooked. Trust me, your ass is not gonna want to go back home.”
“Well, I’m ready!” I needed a quick vacation, and to get paid in the process was a slam dunk.”
Our first stop was Body Tap. Surprisingly, there weren’t many people there, so we rolled out and made our way to Magic City. When we pulled up the parking lot a few minutes later, it was packed. The parking attendants were turning around cars left and right. In DC if you were getting money, there was no question that you were respected on the club scene, so this was a test for Malik’s street cred. When I saw the valet turn Malik’s car around, I was immediately blown. I definitely didn’t roll like that. I wasn’t about to walk a couple of blocks or waste time looking for a parking space, so I quickly intervened.
“My ma, what do you need to park our car?” I asked the attendant.
“We’re completely full, please move your car,” he responded then pointed in the opposite direction.
I took some money out my pocket. “Man look, take this three hundred dollars and park the car.” When I handed the valet guy the doe, I didn’t waste time getting out the car. “Come on. What y’all niggas waiting for?” I asked Malik and Clint.
When Malik looked at me like I was crazy, I knew at that point there was no way his ass was a boss. Where I’m from, money talks and bullshit walks, so that three hundred dollars wasn’t shit. Man…Kwame set me up with the wrong ATL nigga., I thought. I can’t wait to talk to his ass. It was time I showed him how real DC niggas get down.
When we walked up to the club, Malik knew the security dude so we were able to walk straight inside. I guess he was trying to redeem himself, but I still wasn’t impressed. It was going to be a long night before his ass proved to me that he was a don.
A couple of people greeted Malik and some of the dancers gave him hugs as we walked toward our table. We hadn’t even sat down before we started ordering bottles of Ciroc, Remy, and Moet Rose. Looking around the famous club, I was instantly in observation mode. I could tell there were all types of dudes that had status. From actors and rappers, to street dudes, you name it, people were out and obviously this was the place to be tonight.
It was funny how the guys battled each other making it rain to show everyone that they had money. It was like they were in competition with each other. One thing I had to agree with, the strippers were definitely better than ours. Phat asses and big tits filled every inch of the club, but there was one in particular who caught my eye. She had a caramel complexion with long hair down to her waist. Her eyes were naturally hazel and she had ass for days.
She sat on the side and waited for her turn on stage. Finally, when it was her time, I was curious to see what she was gonna do. I took a couple of shots to the head and got comfortable. At that point, Malik tried to hand me a blunt, but I passed. I let him know the drinking was my thing. I never was the one to fuck with weed, and wasn’t gonna start now. Drawing my attention back to the stage, I was ready to see this fine ass chick do her thing as the DJ made his announcement.
“Coming to the stage we have an out of towner, but no stranger to Magic City. Straight from H-town, let’s give it up for Miss Chasity.”
The song, Give Me That Becky by Plies blasted through the speakers as she climbed her way up the pole, spun around and landed in a split. Her tricks and dance moves had the entire crowd going wild. Dudes were throwing money at her left and right. Finally, after I watched her for several minutes, I started feeling my drinks and found myself at the
stage throwing her paper myself. I wanted to get her attention, which eventually worked because she popped her booty so hard at me I thought she was gonna throw her b
“Man, what’s up with that chick? I’m trying to hit her tonight,” I said to Malik over the music.
“Who, Chasity? She cool, but she’s definitely gonna charge you. She don’t come here all the time but she cool wit’ a lot of dudes. She come in town, make her money, then bounce to the next city.”
“I need you to hook that up,” I responded excitedly.
“So, I guess you ain’t going to Club Dreamz tonight, huh?” Malik questioned.
“Man, I’ll hit that joint next time.” I said after I popped another bottle of Moet. I was definitely ready to go in on Miss Chasity. Just when I was on the last bit of my bottle, she made her way to our table.
“I’m Chasity, and you are?” she asked in a soft southern accent.
“Juan.”
“Well, Juan where you from, because your accent don’t sound like you from down here?”
“I’m from DC.”
“Oh yeah, I know a couple of dudes from up there that live in Houston now. Thanks for supporting me.”
“It’s all good, I just like what I see, that’s all.”
She reached over and whispered in my ear. “Well, if you like what you see, I’m sure we can get out of here. I can show you much more. Especially if you’re willing to give up some green for some cream.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Miss Lady you ain’t said nothing but a word. You driving?”
“Yeah, I got a rental. I’ma get dressed and then we can bounce. Just give me about thirty minutes.”
“Cool.”
As she walked away, I grabbed her ass, causing her to look back and smile. I was more like Rich than I could admit.
“So, I guess you good for the night, huh?” Malik asked with a smirk.
“Yes sir. We’re gonna head back to my hotel.” I gave him the doe for the check.