by Nicety
“Um, well how much do you need, Ox?”
“About $500, but it’s just for shopping daddy. So don’t worry.”
“Just shopping huh?” Ivan side eyed her as he took out his wallet, counting the cash he had inside. “Well I’ve got four here.”
“Perfect. Thanks sir!” Oxy snatched the money from his hand quickly before he was able to change his mind.
“But you know this is going to come with a price don’t you?”
“Yes…” she said looking up into his awaiting eyes knowing he was waiting for a better response. “Yes daddy.”
“That’s better.”
Ivan handed her the money and watched closely as Oxy turned and headed upstairs to give Pandora what she desired. When she arrived, she found Pandora hunched over on the bed deep in conversation with someone on her cell. Pandora finally looked up and noticed her in the room rummaging in her closet for a new outfit to wear tonight; she quickly ended the call letting the person know she would call them back when she was ready.
“Guess what girl. I got the money!” Oxy danced as she waved a fan of cash in her hand.
“Straight up, cool, how much is that?” Pandora smiled impressed by her achievement.
“$400!”
“Huh? That’s it? Okay boo that’s not enough,” Pandora laughed.
“Damn, how much you need? Shit I had to beg my dad for this,” Oxy barked as she slapped the money down on the dresser like it was worthless.
“Hmm, don’t worry about it. You did good babe, but I’ll get the money myself. Hey, do you wanna get high?” Pandora asked enthusiastically.
“Oh…uh, naw, I’m good.”
“Come on. I know you have something lying around here girl. I don’t want to go out tonight sober. Let’s get fucked up really quickly. If we do it now we won’t be so high that we can’t drink later,” Pandora insisted.
“Naw girl I’m good on that. I don’t wanna do drugs anymore. Figure I’d turn over a new leaf for my newfound family.”
“Wow, well when did you decide that?”
“Today, I realize I don’t need that shit you know. The only drug I need is right here baby,” Oxy smirked walking up close to Pandora gently rubbing her hand on the front of her jeans then moving slowly in between her legs.
“Awe that’s good, I’m proud of you,” Pandora recited cynically, “So let’s get it in one last time. I mean even though you quit doesn’t mean I have to and I’ve been locked up for weeks sober as hell. I could use something to take the edge off.”
“Shit you need something to take the edge off, as uptight as you’ve been around here. But give me fifteen minutes with my tongue on that clit and I can handle that for you babe.”
“No!” Pandora caught her excitement and lowered her voice, “I need to get wasted. You’ll give me what I want right?”
Oxy was not big on peer pressure but felt like she could treat herself just one last time to a goodbye high. All of Pandora’s talk of getting high just put the thought back in her head of the feeling that she would be missing once she finally gave it all up. She decided that one for the road would not be so bad and that it would be only that one and tomorrow would be a brand new day for her.
“Okay chick. Just one and then we get dressed,” Oxy agreed as Pandora jumped up and down for joy.
“That’s wassup! So what you got?”
“All I got is these last few Yompers left here. There’s like four left in this baggie,” Oxy replied as she reached in a porcelain cow head on her dresser and pulled out a small clear baggie with four purple pills inside.
“Cool. Let’s get fucked up then!”
Pandora snatched the baggie and took a pill out handing Oxy hers first. Oxy tossed it in her mouth like she was popping Tic Tacs back then swayed her hips around the room waiting for the effects of the pill to take place. Pandora saw that she was more in tune with her high than anything and knew she had her gone.
“Hey, take another one. Two for you and two for me, right? I’m about to go downstairs and grab some apple juice. You want some?” Pandora asked.
“Nope, I’m so good!” Oxy replied as Pandora exited the room without waiting for her response.
Pandora made her way downstairs to retrieve her version of apple juice, which was really cognac in a glass and made it back upstairs to the room in a flash. She found Oxy sitting on the bed rubbing her cheek against her silky smooth comforter engrossed in the feel and texture of it. It was as if she was trying to become one with it, loving the way it danced across her face and made her feel as light as water.
“What are you doing?” Pandora asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Have you ever just felt this blanket? I love it so, so much, you know,” Oxy smiled back. “What you got there?”
“Oh this, remember I told you I was going to get some apple juice,” Pandora promoted, “You want some?”
Pandora handed the glass in the most tempting gesture to Oxy moving in closer and closer. Oxy took it without hesitation and downed the contents eagerly. She doubled back with a nasty face after she had swallowed the last bit and realized that was no apple juice. Her throat was on fire and her tongue was tingling as she breathed like she was performing Lamaze, holding her neck as if that would cool it off.
“Bitch I think that apple juice was spoiled or something, straight up,” Oxy said between breaths.
“What? You never tasted this kind before?” Pandora grinned.
“Naw, never, what kind is that?”
“The cognac kind from your dad’s liquor cabinet downstairs,” Pandora cackled, “I thought you knew what I meant by apple juice. That’s just my little pet name for it just in case someone is listening who ain’t supposed to be.”
“Oh my God Pandora, I never drank that shit before with these fucking Yompers yo!” Oxy panicked falling to the floor then getting up and plopping down back onto the bed.
“Hmm, how do you like that, a drug addict who doesn’t drink when she drives…fascinating.”
“Oh my God Pandora! Oh my God!”
“Listen just lay back and calm down. It’s okay. All you need to do is sleep it off honey bunny. Get some rest baby and I’ll take care of you,” Pandora coached evilly.
Oxy lay back on her favorite Hello Kitty pillow, snuggling it like a young toddler. Pandora tucked her into her pink comforter and made sure she was nice and snug before dipping into her closet to check out what kind of clothes she had that would bare all that she needed them to. She came across a beautiful pink and black lace mini dress that fit her body nice and snug like a driving glove. She paired it with a pair of black Jimmy Choo suede strappy sandals and tasseled her hair out of its ponytail as she headed out the bedroom door. Her eyes peeled back for a brief second to make sure Oxy was spread out undisturbed. Once she saw Oxy drooling on the pillow she knew she was down for the count.
Pandora waltzed down the stairs tucking the little baggie with the remaining two Yompers away in her bra as she looked out the windows noticing that the sun was at its highest of the day signaling a time of around 3pm. It was beginning to creep back down the sky prompting nightfall to take place but before it did she had work to do. Downstairs she found Ivan sitting at the dining room table slumped over in a chair with papers in front of him on the table. He had his usual cocktail sitting next to the half-drunk bottle and a smidgen of snoring sounds could be heard emanating from his nose. She used that quiet time to unleash her plan. Removing one of the pills from the baggie in her bra, she bit into it to make it easier for the rest of it to crumble as she pressed with her hands sending the pieces of it plummeting into his drink.
“Mmm,” Ivan stirred, rising groggily, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing, I just came to talk to you about the case, like you requested,” Pandora jumped back, “Shouldn’t we go into your office?”
“Uh, no, we can do it right here.”
“Okay well where do we begin?” she licked her lips pushing his glass out
of the way of the papers.
“Hold on now. Don’t ever mess with a man and his drink,” Ivan said taking the drink from her reach then taking a nice deep sip from it.
“Well, excuse me. I thought I would just get a better look at these papers,” Pandora lied, “Honestly, I thought I might take a sip or two.”
“Oh no you won’t,” Ivan snapped as she rubbed his hairy arm soothingly.
Ivan removed his arm quickly not liking her touch. In his eyes, she was poison from her soft skin to her angelic looking eyes. Her body was that of a slithering Medusa tail and she gave off the persona of a deadly Black Widow spider. She was bad for business and he was determined to steer clear of everything about her. Besides, he had everything he needed right in his own home and now that it was back, safe and sound with him, he knew what he had to do to keep it right where it belonged. He took another sip from his glass and then a big gulp finishing its contents and pouring his self another glass never taking his eye off of her for a second.
“Let’s get one thing straight here darling. I don’t trust ya. Okay? I think you’re a snake in the grass and you…you probably did kill that guy on purpose. He didn’t disrespect you or your sisters, did he? Naw, I know he didn’t,” Ivan’s words were beginning to slur.
“NO! That son of a bitch deserved everything that he had coming and I don’t give a shit who doesn’t believe me. He was a waste of perfectly good space and now that he’s gone I feel no fucking remorse,” Pandora argued angrily making sure to get close to his face to stress her point.
“You are bad…” Ivan slurred as he sat back in his seat staring up at the ceiling fan watching it twirl around in its rapid motion.
“What’s that daddy?” Pandora walked around standing behind him running her fingertips down his chest in a seductive manner.
“You’re a cold blooded…murderer,” Ivan began to shake his head profusely trying to shake off the dizzy, warm feeling circling his head.
“Oh am I? Are you sure about that counselor?” Pandora leaned down to nibble on his ear.
Ivan felt like he could not move, like there was a colossal sized boulder holding him down. Her tongue manipulated his nerves sending tingling sensations down to his loins, loins that had not been sparked in years, not since his muse left him. He could not for the life of him figure out why he was allowing her to get him excited; especially when he despised someone like her. But at that moment she made him feel like he was a king in his own castle. He released a long drawn out breath before succumbing to her advances. As soon as he did that she knew she had him locked. She hopped her small frame up on top of the table in front of him, scooting the papers back behind her and spreading her legs open hiking her skirt up above her thick brown thighs to give him a good visual.
Ivan’s senses were heightened and they only rose higher once he feasted his eyes on her loveliness. He pressed on fighting the urge to pass out but the sweet scent of vanilla was calling him and he needed to find it, taste it. He leaned forward in search of the sweet, tangy smell that enveloped his being and smacked his lips together feeling as though he could even taste it already. Pandora smiled, as she knew exactly what he was going through. She put her finger up to his lips teasing him erotically then forced him to lick the remaining crushed Yomper residue off at the same time.
“How does that taste?” she asked in a deep yet womanly voice, leaning back feeling the warmth of his breath against her right thigh.
“Mmmm,” Ivan muttered stretching out his tongue as the tip of it caught a small single taste.
Pandora mushed his head into her lace thong giving him a nudge into the right direction, “Taste it, daddy.”
Ivan could no longer fight the watering in his mouth as he used his teeth to maneuver her thong to the left side of her v-like opening then stuffed his nose into its gushiness. He moved his face in a circular motion giving her a bit of a tease before opening his mouth and unleashing his tongue to taste the fruits of her nature. It was the most delectable thing he had ever had in his mouth. No other pussy in his life had compared to the sweet nectar that he was sucking from right then. It was tantalizing and mesmerizing, as he grabbed her waist pulling it towards him desiring more. Pandora exhaled rolling her hips to the motions of his head pressing his head further and further into her pussy.
“Nice baby. Just like that. Let me feel that stubble on your chin fuck my pussy baby,” Pandora moaned sounding as though she was an experienced porn star.
Ivan felt his manhood stand at attention, reaching his hand down in his pants to give it a good stroke. It was stone cold hard as if he had taken three Viagra pills back to back. Pandora leaned forward looking down at his hard work, smashing his face further into her hoping to smother him. Ivan jerked back trying to breathe but the harder he did the more she pushed. For a small woman, she was definitely very strong. He jerked up hard causing him to back out of her pussy, pushing the chair away from him as he stood.
“I’m gonna show you how to be bad,” Ivan breathed heavily as he pulled her legs to bring her ass cheeks closer to the edge of the table.
“Agh!” Pandora exhaled as he pulled her forcefully.
Ivan ripped her thong clean off of her pussy like it was toilet paper. Pandora was astonished by his level of strength looking up into his eyes to see where his head was. His other head, however, was on its way inside of her and if it were not for its colossal size she would not have noticed its presence on her pussy. She looked down to witness the beating she was about to endure but was interrupted by Ivan’s body leaning against hers. He laid his head on her shoulder becoming immersed in her gushy tight wet pussy.
Pandora put her chin on his shoulder gripping his slightly muscular build feeling the strength in his thrust as he made his way deeper and deeper inside of her. Her body began to shake with every plunge he took as she closed her eyes trying to concentrate on the pain and pleasure. Ivan began to moan heavily as he pulled out then rammed back in the tight, wetness that enveloped him invitingly. He wrapped his arms around her waist so that she could not weasel her way away from him. She felt her mouth open slightly while moaning flowed uncontrollably. The power behind his log was much more than she could bear as he rammed deeper hoping to make her cry even a little bit for not knowing what she was dealing with.
Her eyes teared up but she refused to let them fall as her head jerked up and down from his motions. Ivan squeezed his fingertips massaging her back in a rough style while his waist jerked repeatedly and his right leg shook in a James Brown motion. He could feel cum rising inside of him but was resistant to letting it free. It was too early for it to burst so rather than seem like he was incapable of banging her back out he focused on keeping form and thought about running long distant races. With her eyes closed, Pandora looked up staring at the shining light pressed against the wall.
In the mist of it and with her mouth agape from being stuck in sex face, she peered out at a shadow creeping up the stairs. Initially she had no clue of what it could be but she had a good feeling. Busy with the feeling penetrating her pussy like a power drill, she decided not to focus on it too much. But then staring back at her on the steps was Oxy in total shock and unable to tear her eyes away from the horrific scene before her. They locked eyes tightly and as Pandora breathed deeply from Ivan’s work. She slowly formed a sinister looking smile on her face and began laughing, while Oxy stood immobile then disappeared.
Chapter 12
“And if my name is Diamond, then what?”—Diamond
Daylight savings time got the best of Diamond as the night sky appeared more rapidly than she had anticipated. She looked down at her cell phone checking the time and realizing that it was definitely late in the evening and she needed to head back to Tino’s house. She needed to keep watch of who went in and out of the house for the next few hours so when she infiltrated she would not be caught off guard as to who was in the house with her. She mapped out her plan all day in her head ready to snap the necks of his minion�
�s first then plug a few in his body before making him beg for his life. In her mind, it looked awesome. It was pictured as something out of an old mobster’s movie. She had always dreamed of being a bad bitch in that nature and now she had her chance.
She hopped out of the car and headed inside of the BP gas station just up the street from Tino’s suburban home. It was a very large one with almost twenty tanks and at almost eight o’clock at night the place was damn near empty. Diamond entered the store looking around spotting a few snacks she could nipple on in the car while she waited for her target dead time, 3 am. She snagged a family size bag of regular flavored Doritos, two bottles of flavored water and three bags of skittles. The sugar was to keep her awake and alert for all those hours.
Her feet ached in her all black Air Force ones and her jeans felt too tight around her waist even though they really were not. The lack of rest and the level of stress she had endured over the past few weeks, had begun to take its toll on her, not giving any consideration to the health of her body. She found herself becoming weaker and weaker by the day so her now or never was this day. Tino’s death had to come sooner than later because she might not be strong enough soon to enact her revenge, especially with the life inside of her draining her of every nutrient she put inside of her body. Diamond stood in the line with two people ahead of her, irritated by the lack of experience and speed the cashier displayed.
“What do ya got there?” The cashier joked as she finally made her way to the counter plopping her full arms of junk food down on top of it.
“A bunch of shit, now ring me up,” Diamond snarled at him looking around at the million and one things on the counter trying to see if she needed to pick up something else.
“Will that be all for you this evening?” The Arabic man asked scanning the items slowly that she had so nicely thrown on the counter.