by BlaQue
“I waited up for you. I was hoping we could spend some time together before you headed for Atlanta in the morning.” I tried to change the subject.
“I’m tired. All I want to do is get in the shower and go to bed.” he said dryly.
I could feel my blood starting to boil. The Xtasy had me feeling frisky and this nigga didn’t even want the pussy. I watched him disrobe and head straight for the bathroom without giving me a second thought or look. He closed the door and I heard the shower start.
“See, I told you this nigga ain’t to be trusted. We have been holding out giving him the pussy and now he don’t want it. I bet him and his ratchet friends have been out sticking dick to anyone who will take it.” Pajay said interrupting my thoughts again. She was always barging in where she was clearly not wanted.
“Mind you’re fucking business.” I whispered. I sat there trying to figure out how I was going to get in my fiancé’s good graces.
Dread exited the shower in nothing but his towel. He had beads of water dripping from his body and I wanted him so badly to not only acknowledge me, but to desire me the way I desired him. He roamed through the oak dresser and found a wife beater t-shirt and some boxers. Finally he spoke after what seemed like an eternity.
“I am gonna’ go check on the baby and head down to the studio for a little while.” he said as he walked out of the bedroom door.
I felt like he was trying to avoid me and using the baby to do so.
“I told you his sneaky ass is up to something. You better start listening with your head instead of your heart. Fuck him. We don’t need him! We can do so much better than him!” Pajay said irritated with the situation.
She finally stopped nagging and I was thankful that my second little blue pill was kicking in. As it made its way through my veins Pajay eventually left me too. I was all alone and I hated it. Hot, fresh tears formed in my eyes. I swear I could hear my heart breaking. I lay there crying and hoping against hope that I hadn’t fucked up one of the few good things I had left in my life.
Chapter Eight
Northeast Groovers (NEG)
“Booty Call”
Detective Gatsby
I had been tailing Mr. Evans from his Laurel, Maryland home into the city. I had followed him right to his studio in Southeast, DC. I knew the area very well. It wasn’t my jurisdiction, but I had followed him there so much that I knew where he was headed even before he got there.
Ronald “Dread” Evans was not making shit easy for me. I had tailed him, his security, and his label mates back through the city and to the infamous Stadium Club. Since they were all out in full force, my guess was that either they were there to have a little fun, or they had a performance. Once they were inside I could not gain access to the club because it was a private event. There was a huge crowd out front of the club. They were all dressed in pink and white. Even if I could use my badge to muscle my way into the club, I would have stuck out like a sore thumb. I wasn’t dressed in pink or white and I would have probably been the only over-fifty white guy in the club.
I found a parking space and shut down the engine of my old Impala and waited to see if anything transpired. Scantily-clad women paraded around in front of the club. It was like a meat market out there. I figured if nothing else I could entertain myself with the sights outside. The bouncers were sheisty as hell. I watched them make their nightly pay plus some. People were desperately trying to get into the affair, which meant the bouncers were clocking dollas on the side charging people astronomical prices just to get in. Some people were allowed in and some were turned away.
A group of average-looking women approach a big bouncer and he literally laughed at them and sent them on their way. It was the bouncer’s routine to turn away anyone that wasn’t willing to pay $200 they were trying to con out of people on top of the $300 fee to step foot in the door. Money talked for the event and if a person didn’t have it they weren’t getting in. I shook my head at the happenings. Another group of young women approached the burly bouncers, the only difference was that the second set of women were all drop-dead gorgeous. The leader of the group stepped up and whispered something in the bouncer’s ear. She stepped back and did a little spin, and I could see the smile forming on the bouncer’s hungry lips. The young girl grabbed his crotch and licked her full pouty lips. The bouncer must have known that was his queue, because he immediately motioned for another burly bouncer to take his place at the door. He said a couple of words to his partner and proceeded towards the alley.
I didn’t have to see what happened. I already knew. The woman gave him some type of sexual gratification in exchange for entrance to the club. About twenty minutes later the girl appeared from the darkened alley and the bouncer followed closely behind her. Her group got excited when the twosome made their return to the front of the club. The bouncer took his post again without another word, and quickly allowed the whole group of young girls inside. I am sure none of them paid cash to gain entrance. I never saw money change hands. I knew something better than cash was exchanged in that alley.
I was almost tempted to go and question the bouncer about the young girl’s skills. It had been so long since I had even had a woman that it was comical. I hadn’t had any pleasures of the flesh since my sweet Anona was taken from me at the hands of my own father. I am sure people thought I was just a cop who maintained a normal and healthy life. What they didn’t know was that was far from the truth.
I tried to refocus my attention on the happenings outside of the club and not let my mind drift to thoughts of Anona and the baby. I lost more than my future wife and child that fateful day. I lost my parents and I know I lost a piece of my soul and my mind as well. Those events changed me. Death will do that.
I wiped the tears forming in the corners of my eyes on the sleeve of my worn shirt that had seen better days. Bile built up in my throat as it often did when I drudged up the memories of my lost love and the betrayal of my parents. Searching around the mess on the floor of the car, I found what I knew would be a flat ginger ale, and I took a sip of the warm substance to soothe the sick feeling that was trying to take hold of me.
My life had turned into nothing but failures. After losing my wife and child, I couldn’t seem to do anything right. I swore this time would be different. I would find and capture the person or persons responsible for killing off the entire Clayton clan. It was my new mission in life. No matter how long it took me, I would see to it that I brought their killer or killers to justice. Nothing would deter me from seeing the case through to the end, and once it was all over, I would retire, collect my gold watch and pension for my many years of dedicated service on the force.
I must have sat out there for hours waiting for my target to make his way from the club. I had fallen asleep in the car; drunk from the pint of Jack Daniels I consumed while waiting for my mark. Awakened by loud voices from the crowds of people exiting the club and spilling onto the streets, I glanced at the clock on the dash and saw that it read nearly four a.m. Once again, my suspect had eluded me and I could not find him in the crowds milling about in the streets. Ironically, I saw the same group of young women who had gained entrance to the club by way of “favors” their friend had given to the bouncer. They were headed in the direction of my car. Shrugging my shoulders, I figured I would give it a go. I was feeling the effects of the alcohol I had downed earlier. Once the group was close enough to my car, I stepped out and blocked their path. They were chit chatting about the happenings in the club and barely noticed me.
“Khalia, that bitch Pinky sure can party. Did you see she had the entire club rocking?” One of the girls said.
“Can you believe she had the entire Cap Citi Mob there?” Another one squealed in excitement.
“Excuse me Miss, can I speak with you for a minute?” I asked the obvious ringleader.
She was even more beautiful than I thought. She was the color of ebony and the hot pink short shorts that hugged her coke bottle frame had me
feeling woozy with desire. She was about 5’7” and bowlegged. Her long, curly hair fell down her back and stopped right above her huge ass. Damn…I loved DC women. There was nothing like the black women who dwelled here. They came in all shapes, colors and sizes. I could feel myself getting worked up just looking at her. I knew I had to stay calm if I wanted my plan to work.
“No, you can’t speak to me grandpa.” she said harshly. She eyed me up and down and tossed her long, curly hair and started to walk away. She was fiery and it was turning me on.
“I bet if I let my fellow boys in blue know what you did in that alley to get in the club you would have something to talk about.” I said, flashing her friends who were definitely paying attention, my badge.
She stopped dead in her tracks and spun on her heels.
“What, are you gonna try and bust me now or something?” she asked looking from me to her friends to help her out.
They were of no help and had nothing to say. They gave her the “you are on your own bitch look.”
I knew my plan was working.
“I figure you can either talk to me about what I want to know or talk to the judge first thing Monday morning about tricking in the alley to get in the club. Your choice.” I said trying to get her to consider leaving her friends to not only give me the information I wanted, but give me what my body craved.
“Ya’ll go ahead. Let me see wassup with him.” she said dismissing her friends who were more than happy to leave her there with the burden of getting a cop off of her ass alone.
Not one of them tried to stay and defend her and make sure she could hold her own before they all walked off. They left her there, alone, with what they didn’t know was really the big bad wolf. As soon as they were at a good distance from us, I walked around to the passenger’s side door of the car and opened it for her. She got inside and folded her arms defensively across her chest that heaved up and down in pure anger. I got back in the car on the driver’s side and began my interrogation.
“I just need some information on what happened in the club tonight.” I said smoothly.
She seemed to be buying it, and slowly began to calm down.
“What kind of information?”
“What was that rapper guy, Dread, doing in there?”
“He performed with the stripper, Pinky. It’s her birthday and he was one of the special guests.”
“Nothing else happened?”
“Ummm, no. Pinky performed, Dread performed. That was it. Was something else supposed to happen?” She asked me with a little too much attitude.
“Look, I will ask all of the questions. You are to just answer them!” I said a little more harshly than I had intended to.
The girl fidgeted around nervously in the cracked leather seat. I was staring at her brown thighs and wondering how she would look with them wrapped around me. Her low cut, pink, mid-drift top was revealing her perky breast and I was hoping she was going to taste as good as she looked. I hated dirty bitches.
She saw me eyeing her cleavage and she placed her hand on the door handle, ready to try and make a break for it in case I tried anything.
“Look mister, I told you everything you wanted to know. Please let me go. I am sure my friends are over there waiting on me to join them.” she said with her voice trembling.
Her eyes darted over in the direction in which her friends had gone. Silently she prayed that she would make eye contact with one of them and they would come for her. They weren’t coming anywhere near me or my car just because I was a cop. They were most likely under-aged little tramps that had no business out late at night at an establishment like that anyway!
“Sure you can leave once I get what I need from you.” I said looking at her lustfully.
“What do you need from me?” she asked stuttering. She was becoming more and more uneasy and it was turning me on.
“I need whatever it is you gave that bouncer to get inside that club.”
I could see the alarm spread across over her face. I was getting a sick thrill out of the whole situation. It was a sense of power. I was the predator and she was the prey.
“I don’t know what you thought happened back there, but it wasn’t like that.” she stammered.
“Yes, it was.” I said knowingly.
I started the car, pulled out of the parking space, and drove to the alley where I had seen her take the bouncer. It was dark and deserted. I shut down the engine and motioned for her to come closer. She wouldn’t move and it started to aggravate me.
“How the fuck could you suck and fuck that slimy ass bouncer and not do it to keep your ass out of trouble?” I growled, mad that she didn’t want me the way I wanted her.
“I didn’t do anything with him!” she tried to explain.
I grabbed her by her throat with one hand, and unfastened my trousers with the other and pulled out my dick. She squirmed around trying to free herself from my grasp. She clawed and scratched at my hands and wrists which were prohibiting air from reaching her lungs. The more she fought, the more I tightened my grip around her neck. I could feel her going limp. I didn’t want the bitch to die. I just wanted her to suck my dick! I loosened my grip on her neck. She took long gulps of air into her lungs; reminding me of a fish out of water. The tears were flowing down her face causing the mascara she was wearing to stain her cheeks.
“I will do anything you want me to do! Just don’t hurt me!” she said between sucking in the air that she so desperately needed.
I let her neck go and grabbed the back of her head and brought it down forcefully to my lap.
“Please don’t make me do this!” she said sobbing.
“Suck it bitch; and you better not bite me or I will blow your fucking head off!” I said gruffly.
She began to suck my dick and I pushed her head down further making her gag on it. She tried to pull away and I delivered a blow to the back of her head causing her to graze my dick with her teeth. I winced in pain and retaliated at the same time. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up out of my lap, bringing her face to face with me. Then I open hand smacked the shit out of her.
“Bitch I said, don’t bite me. If you bite me again I will kill you! Now suck it and no teeth!” I demanded.
Blood was trickling from the corner of her mouth from the force of the back hand slap I gave her. She sniffled and put her head back in my lap and this time she sucked my dick like her life depended on it. I let my seat back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure I was receiving. That was a serious mistake. I should have never closed my eyes.
I saw flashes of my dead wife’s body lying in a pool of blood. I could hear her begging for me to stop the assault on the young girl. Then I saw my father laying there laughing at me and egging me on.
“Go ahead son; you know these nigger bitches like it rough. You know that nigger bitch of yours had some great pussy!” he laughed.
My eyes sprang open and I saw my father raping Anona, the woman who was to be my wife. She was dressed in her white wedding gown with her pregnant belly protruding from the front of the dress. She was fighting and screaming for him to stop raping her. When our eyes connected, she mouthed the words, ‘Help us.’
I grabbed the young girl out of my lap, and when I took a good look at her she wasn’t the same young tenderoni I had forced to perform fellatio on me. Instead, I saw my mother’s wicked face. She was screaming obscenities at me like she had done many years ago for wanting to marry a black woman.
“Shut the fuck up you hateful bitch!” I screamed at who I thought was my mother.
She wouldn’t stop. she continued throwing insults at me and my wife.
“You are no son of mine wanting to marry this gutter trash! We didn’t raise you to bring this trash into our family. We taught you to take the trash out!” She kept repeating those words over and over again until it rang so loudly in my ears that there was nothing more that I wanted than to silence her.
I pulled out my service pistol
and began to beat my mother’s wicked image until there was nothing but quiet.
The poor girl was balled up in the passenger seat of the car. Her face was bloody and badly beaten. Her teeth we scattered around the piles of trash on the floor like Chicklets. There was no doubt about it, she was dead. My heart began beating so fast I just knew it was going to explode out of my overweight chest.
“Oh my God, what have I done?” I cried.
There was no way I could explain away my temporary insanity and live to tell about it. They would fry my ass for that shit for sure! I had to get rid of her, and get rid of the evidence. I reached across the dead girl’s body and opened the passenger side door, quickly pushing her body out of it. She hit the dirty pavement with a thud. I pulled the door closed, started the car, threw it in reverse, and sped backwards to the entrance of the alley. Once I got to the beginning of the alley I looked in the rearview mirror to make sure no one would see my car leaving from the scene of the crime.
The streets were clear. It looked like the club goers had all called it a night and I was free and clear of being noticed. I whipped the Impala out of the alley backwards and got as far away from the scene as I possibly could. I had fucked up royally!
My head was swirling. My mind was going in so many directions at one time that I was getting whiplash. I sped through the streets trying to get as much distance between me and that alley. When I was sure I was a safe distance away, I pulled over. Frantically, I searched the car for evidence that may have been left behind. That’s when I saw it, the bloody purse that was in the young girl’s lap. I went through it. Inside I found her wallet. I went through it and found sixty dollars in cash and her identification. Her name was Khalia York. She was only seventeen years old. I stuffed the money in my pocket and returned the ID to the wallet where I had found it.
She had no fucking business being anywhere near that fucking club! Not only was she of no age to drink, but she wasn’t even old enough to legally get inside either. My body shook with fear from what I had done to an innocent child. Within moments I had turned into a pedophile, rapist and a murderer. I finished going through her personal belongings feeling more and more horrible with each passing moment. Inside her purse were pictures of her and random people. I stopped at a photo of the young girl. She was dressed in her cap and gown from her high school graduation. She was standing with another young woman. It wasn’t their faces that stood out to me. It was the image of Neko Reynolds, who stood between them that made my heart sink.