by Leo Sullivan
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Evette’s lover. At that very moment I tried to shake the wary cob-
webs from my head, but with it came the relentless pain. Too
much pain no human being should ever have to endure.
“How ... did ... you ... get in here?” I asked.
“Major let me in sweetie,” she said and held a white Walgreen’s
drug store bag in front of my face.
“I’m gonna take care of you.”
“Where is Trina at?” I asked, my voice sounding like a small
child. Pain can make a man talk that way.
“You don’t need that bitch! That’s why I’m here to warn you.
She wanted us to help set you up with the feds so she could get
Big Mike out of prison. Evette and I turned her down. Trina got
scared and left town.”
“WHAAAAAT!” I screeched. “What about Pearl –”
“Shhhh,” Tomica interrupted as she placed her index finger
over my mouth.
“First thing’s, first. Now baby, relax and let me make you feel
betta,” she said seductively.
My mind was boxed in with dilemmas that ran the length of
my confused brain. The only thing that was for certain was that
my world, as I once knew it, was crumbling around me. My nigga
Dirty was dead along with Lil Man. I couldn’t help but wonder,
why would Trina turn me in and where in the fuck was Blazack at?
Tomica removed all my clothes and bathed me with a soft
sponge, as she grimaced at the horror of my scars. At the time I
was in so much pain I honestly thought I was going to die.
Suddenly Tomica stopped and removed her blouse and then
her bra. The lights played off the sensuous cur ves of her body. She
watched my reaction. I could tell it was not what she had been
expecting. The very last thing in the world I wanted was some sex.
She reached inside her purse and removed a small white pack-
age of a powder y substance and dug her long fingernail into it.
“Here, snort this, it will make you feel betta.”
“What is it?”
“The same thing they gave you at the hospital, only this is
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purer. China White,” she said and watched me as she held it up
close to my nose. Probably the same way Eve did Adam with the
apple. “This will make you feel betta, handle your business, get
you out of bed, no mo’ pain. Take it!” she cajoled. With all the
pain I was in I would have snorted horse shit if someone would
have told me it would make me feel better.
I snorted from the tip of her finger as she smiled down at me,
in a strange kind of satisfaction. Before I could hardly inhale she
shoveled another toot into my other nostril. Within moments I
was overcome with a pleasant euphoria that sent me sailing out of
space on cloud nine. The pain instantly vanished. I was high as a
muthafucka.
So this was the world of China White,
I thought as
Tomica got me high on my own supply. Dope she had been steal-
ing from me for years.
With half lidded eyes, dreamily I smiled up at her. Watched
with the amusement as she began to take off her skirt and then
wiggled out of her panties like some exotic snake shedding its skin.
She stood in front of me completely naked. Pubes of silky black
hair cascaded down her brown thighs. My manhood stood up
with enormous invigoration. Like a long pole, it waved at her. I
could feel my body experiencing a sensation I had never felt
before. The swells of her supple breasts came into view. Her erect
nipples were tiny like luscious strawberries, hardening into fine
points that complimented the symmetry of her hour glass figure.
Tomica’s body was bodacious in all the right places. She reached
out and grabbed my joint with both her hands, it twitched and
throbbed pulsating in the palm of her hands as precum glistened
from the head like a volcano about to er upt.
My body was on fire, I wanted to fuck this lesbian. She smiled
at me devilishly, sensing my wanton lust. Tomica dropped to her
knees and began to feverishly wax my pole with the palms of her
hands causing my toes to curl as my back arched to meet her. She
bit down on her lip with a purposeful scowl, that of a seductress
determined to get what she came for. Slowly ... slowly ... she took
me into her mouth and gobbled me up as best she could with my
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great length and size. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” I moaned in ecstasy
fighting the urge not to close my eyes. I wanted to see what the
lesbian could do with all this dick. I whispered her name, caressed
her head as her lips skillfully moved up and down, up and down
the long sleek surface of my manhood. To my amazement she had
me all the way in the back of her throat. Once or twice she gagged,
but never missed a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, deep
throating me like it was art practiced by many but understood by
few. Tomica made loud slurping sound as she sucked greedily,
without coming up for air. Each woman’s intimacy of love making
is in essence a part of her vir tuosity. An identity given like a
birthright that makes each woman unique in her own right.
Finally, I exploded deep in her mouth, down her throat. I took
hold of her head forcing myself deeper in her mouth. She looked
up at me without panic and swallowed every last drop and licked
her lips.
After ward, I sat up in bed with the feeling of a man that has
just been resurrected from the dead. Tomica stood a few feet in
front of me. My dick was still hard and throbbing. I could see her
clitoris through the mounds of her hair y bush as she stood, long
legs parted. I reached out and took one of her strawberry nipples
between my thumb and index finger and pinched it, hard.
“Ouch!” she whined. With my other hand, I reached between
her legs and stroked her kitten, made her purr for me until she
started to hump my hand. I stuck my finger inside her moist
opening. She was tight. The kind of tight that came from not hav-
ing sex with a man in a long time. I pulled her to me, she gasped.
I could smell the humid scent of her sex. With a deft finger I
began to stroke her faster, roughly. She cried out in pain. I sucked
on her nipples and she tried to push my head down. I was high,
but not high enough to eat her pussy. Soon her juices dripped
from my fingers. I stood and she looked up at me in shock, tried
to read my mind. I spun her around and bent her over the bed.
Tomica had a beautiful Black woman’s ass, round and fat with a
slim waistline of a model. I spread her butt cheeks with my hands.
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As I entered her, I thought of one of the verses from the Bible my
Dad use to say in church, “It was easier for a camel to go through
the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter heaven.”
Tr ying to get my dick into Tomica was like going through the
eye of a needle. Painful! She began to buck and resist, at one point
she even tried to fight me. I enj
oyed every moment of it. Finally
she gave in, and it was easy, long strokes from the back. I ignored
her crying sobs and enjoyed one of my dreams, to punish that ass,
the bull dagger that was stealing my shit and was known to have
a slick mouth from time to time. Then suddenly the dope started
to talk to me. Some of the world’s smoothest hustlers have been
dope fiends.
Something about this bitch ain’t right. Don’t trust her,
L!
It was then that I started pounding away inside her body. She
screamed. The dope was making me crazy. She continued to beg
for me to stop. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. It was all hard and
brutal on her. After about an hour and a half of marathon fucking
with a malodorous funk to match, I finally took it to the hilt,
grabbed her hips and the sides of her ass, spread her cheeks as far
as I could, and with one hard and long thrust, I exploded a shat-
tering climax deep within her. With the last drop of my semen
deposited in her, I pulled out and watched as it ran down her
inner thighs. I looked down at my dick and to my utter shock,
there was blood on me.
“Are you on your period?”
“No, but you hurt me.” She looked back at me and tried to
smile. She looked like a sad clown with her mascara all ruined
from the tears she shed. I wiped at the dribble of saliva that had
started to form at the corners of my mouth. The dope had me
drooling.
“With Trina gone, I’ma be your number one,” she said like she
was asking for confirmation if she had passed the dick test.
“Number one what?” I asked incredulously.
“Lady,” she replied as she wiped her swollen clitoris with a
towel, I noticed the blood in it. She made a face at me.
“What about your girl Evette?” I asked, catching her off
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guard.
“W-W-What about Evette?” she stuttered. And now as I
looked at Tomica with her fake-ass smile and mascara running, I
realized that she just took all the humiliation and for what? I
thought about what Trina said before she left. Evette went to
Baltimore and was missing. I know that Tomica would never turn
on her girl unless, something bad happened. But what? The dope
was telling
me this bitch setting you up!
So I did my part, I smiled
and acted like I was going along with her ploy. I knew that the first
chance I got, I was going to have to kill her.
The phone rang, Tomica flinched, startled.
“Yeah.”
“We got trouble.” It was Major on the other line.
“What?” I asked with concern. The whole time, Tomica
watched me suspiciously.
“Blazack is at the front gate wanting to get in.”
I hobbled over to the console with all the television security
screens and sure as shit, there was Blazack at the front gate parked
in his Hummer. The ominous fog of the night seemed to cast him
in a mysterious gloom.
“L? L? L! You still there man?” Major asked from the other
end of the phone. I could hear the fear in his voice.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Let him in the inside the house and get
the fuck out the way!” I said and hung up the phone. I had Tomica
help me get dressed. Even though the dope helped a lot, I was still
only about 35 percent of myself in terms of strength.
“What’s going on?” Tomica asked.
“Bitch you gon’ help me make it down the stairs.” I reached
out and grabbed her by the hair, leading her toward the steps. The
packet of Boy was on the vanity next to the bed. I poured a moun-
tain in my hand, snorted it and rode the rapturous wings of a
black stallion named “H.”
Naked and crying Tomica helped me down the stairs. I was
sure this was not what she was expecting, not part of her devious
plan.
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At the bottom of the stairs Major stood looking at us in awe
with his mouth forming an O. My face was covered with powder,
a gun dangled from my right arm and the other arm slung over
Tomica’s shoulder. Major had a shotgun at his side, it looked as
old as the mansion.
The doorbell chimed. I shoved Tomica away and braced
myself against the brass stair rail.
“Open the door!” I barked at Major waving the gun.
“L, man, you ain’t in no condition to be –”
“Open the fucking door!” I yelled again only to lose my bal-
ance but regained it.
Major opened the door. Blazack stood there formidable as
usual. He looked weary and haggard, he took one look at me hold-
ing the gun and his eyes bucked wide open like he was seeing a
ghost.
“Welcome to Chateau Gangsta’s Paradise, nig-gaaa!” I
drawled, high as a muthafucka, dead serious on killing his ass.
He walked in taking in the scene shaking his head, not believ-
ing what he was seeing. He made a face at Tomica, turned and
gritted on Major standing in the hall with the shotgun aimed at
him. Finally he turned back to me and looked sorrowfully.
“Wha da fuck you call yourself doing nigga?”
I cocked the gun and aimed at him. He continued to look at
me defiantly right in my eyes.
“Dirty is dead man. Lil Man is dead, Gucci is lying up in the
hospital with two broken legs and internal bleeding.”
“Bitch ass nigga, you had something to do wit it! Where you
been the last few days, huh?” I hollered. I felt my hand anxious to
pull the trigger.
“Been in jail!” Blazack said angrily. “That cracka Spitler had
me locked up. Wouldn’t even let me make a phone call. If you
don’t believe me, call our bail bondsman Fletcher, I swear to God
he be my witness.” Blazack was talking fast. He knew at that
moment and time I was dead set on doing him.
“Let me call the bail bondsman,” Major cut in, possibly sav-
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ing Blazack’s life. I nodded my head for Major to make the call.
Sure as shit, Major came into the hall and said that Blazack
was just bonded out of jail.
I sat down on the stairs, cupped my head in my hands as I
thought about the cop Spitler, and how he threatened me. Damn,
I should have figured it was him and his crooked-ass cop friends
doing the killings.
Blazack walked up to me. “Man, you gotta let me Ax Blazack
that cracka.” That was Blazack’s code word for murder. “He’s all
yours,” were my final words before I passed out on the stairs.
8:18 the next morning as planned, Blazack made arrange-
ments to meet Spitler for his weekly payoff. There was no reason
for the cop to be concerned. He nor his men would be suspects in
the spree of murders. They were the police. They were above the
law, or so they thought. Wrong!
As usual, they met at the Holiday Inn on Tennessee Street off
Lake Bradford.
As soon as the cop entered the room he knew he had walked
into a trap. Blazack put a gun up to hi
s head, relieved him of his
weapon, and handcuffed him to a chair. Spitler, the racist cop, had
too much pride to beg, so he tried to bribe Blazack with money.
It didn’t work.
Blazack began to brutally pistol-whip Spitler to a bloody pulp
even knocking one of his eyeballs out the socket. The cop fainted.
Blazack threw cold water in his face to wake him back up.
With a gun pointed to his head Blazack forced him to call the
police station and tell all his buddies in the narcotic division that
were down with the murders to meet him outside the police station
at midnight. After the phone call, Blazack, in a manic frenzy, began
to hack away with the ax on the cop’s body.
Wack!
“This is for my
nigga Dirty.”
Wack!
“Dats for killin’ babies.” After ward, with
Spitler barely alive, Blazack shoved a stick of dynamite up his ass.
*****
Midnight, the cops arrived as scheduled. They saw Spitler sit-
ting in his car. They all approached in jovial spirits, which was
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always the case whenever they were going to share some dirty
money. As the first cop reached the car and looked inside, he saw
the bloody stump of half a body. Desperately, Spitler frantically
wiggled his head no but the cop opened the door. The wired
dynamite of one hundred pounds of explosives detonated.
Ka-
boom!!
*****
I lay in bed sipping on Hennessy, snorting my medication
with my dick in Tomica’s mouth. I was numb all the way down to
my toes. Tomica came up for air. She had dark cycles under her
eyes.
“What time is it baby?” she asked. A secretion of cum dangled
from her lower lip.
“8:25 in the morning. Why the fuck you keep askin’ me that?”
I asked, annoyed. She smiled up at me from in between my legs
and reached over and dug her long fingernail into the powder and
placed it under my nose. Right then I saw it, felt it, knew it. I saw
her treachery disguised in her eyes and she tried to mask it with a
smile. I blew the dope off her fingers and sighed as I lay back on
the pillow with my eyes closed. There isn’t a hustler alive that can
honestly say that he did not hear the voice in the recess of his