Thirsty 2

by Mike Sanders

  “Oooooooh-shit!” Justice continued to moan as she could feel her toes curl. Carlos lifted his head up and she could see her wetness dripping from his goatee. Then he raised her legs up, pushing back as far as he could and proceeded to toss Justice’s salad, tickling and teasing her asshole. That excited her in a way she never thought possible. “Fuck!”

  Justice wished they had more room so she could suck his dick—make him feel the way he was making her feel at that moment. As he continued to alternate between eating her pussy and eating her ass, she wondered where he had learned that trick from because it was definitely causing her to have orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm. Her body continued to shiver as he continued to make her soaked. Carlos persistently licked at her love as he slowly stroked his throbbing erection.

  Justice exhaled and screamed, and when she couldn’t stand it any longer she now was ready for the dick. She brought him up for air. She wanted to stand, but she couldn’t because her legs felt like rubber. Carlos sat beside her and she was determined to climb on top of him and ride that thick, thug dick in a way that it had never been ridden before.

  Justice was able to get up and sit in Carlos’s lap. She gyrated on his dick while she kissed his lips and sucked on his neck. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt their flow, but she was determined to make Carlos put on a rubber. She asked if he had any and watched as he reached for his jeans. After rolling the condom down his rigid penis, he sat back down and Justice climbed back on top. She moved her hips up and Carlos looked her in the eyes as he slipped inside. They paused for a minute, so Justice could get used to Carlos’s thickness. It had been a minute since she had let a nigga break down her sugar walls, and Carlos was reveling in how tight she was. After the initial shock, they wore the couch into the ground, rocking it against the wall with each thrusting of their hips.

  Carlos lifted Justice up and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to her bedroom so they could have more room to play.

  ***

  “So what’s the real deal with you and Tan?” Justice asked once Carlos had awakened from his sex-induced sleep. It was the first time either of them had climaxed at the same time, and the first time they went to sleep shortly afterwards.

  Carlos looked at Justice, gritted at her, and stood up, exposing his backside. He pulled up his pants and walked to her bathroom. After he finished doing his business, he came back into the room and searched for his T-shirt. He looked at Justice and shook his head. “You would fuck up a good night by asking about that broad.”

  “You act like you didn’t think this was coming.” Justice got out of bed and rushed to put on her robe. “I wanna know what’s up with that bitch because we got unfinished business.”

  “But, do you gotta finish it right now?”

  “Better time than any.” Justice responded. Carlos got out of the bed and looked out of the window. A large part of him wanted to return to the bed and get in another round, but thinking about murder and Tan made it hard for him to keep his dick hard. After staring at the skyline, he walked back to the bed and reached out to Justice.

  “If you wanna murk that bitch, it’s simple,” Carlos said as he nuzzled on her neck. “Make her come to you.”

  “Make her come to me?” Justice pulled back, trying to focus on the issue at hand, and not be consumed by the tingling sensation Carlos was causing by kissing on her neck.

  “Yeah.” Carlos looked her in the eyes. “Make her follow you. And you do her on your terms, not because you think she’s chasin’ you. You know that bitch’ll travel all over the world to find you. Bring her to Chicago. In fact, I can put the word out that you will be at Phire & Ice on a certain date. Tan will try to come in incognegro to blend in with the crowd. She’ll come in, she’ll see you, and take the first shot. Once you see her, you’re on your own turf and you just shoot the bitch and be done with it. You’ll even get to claim self-defense.”

  “This sounds too easy.”

  “That’s because it is easy.” Carlos continued. “Don’t you have a major artist comin’ to the club soon?”

  “Yeah, Kanye’s comin’ thru.” It was the first time Justice had revealed who she had gotten to come to her club. “But I ain’t tryna fuck up my money. I’d rather handle it after Kanye comes to the club. I need that business.”

  “What’s more important to you, Tan or Kanye? That bitch murked Monk in cold blood.”

  At the mention of Monk’s name, Justice immediately became overwhelmed with grief and anger. Carlos peeped her demeanor and continued to lay out his idea. “Your excuse for your actions will be that she came after you after an argument about a man or some shit like that. You let it go. And after a few days she brings the drama to your club. You kill the bitch in your club and everyone will see she came at you first. Then everything you say will stick because you’ll get to play the victim.”

  Justice smiled a little. In her mind, she could see painting Tan as some psycho-stalker bitch, which wouldn’t have been too far from the truth.

  “So lure her to the club?” Justice repeated.

  “It’s just that simple,” Carlos repeated, as he slowly slipped Justice’s robe off. His thickness had returned to the middle of his waist. He snuck a finger down and could feel Justice getting wet. He slipped his pants off and began to grind on Justice. He really wanted to feel her wetness engulf his dick without the barrier of a condom hindering it, but out of respect, he put on another rubber as Justice turned around and allowed Carlos to pick her up and slid her down on his dick. The familiar carnal lust had returned and he moved her up and down his shaft while he reached down to her nipple and placed it in his mouth. As he moved her to the bed, he made a few quick thrusts before he got on top of her and gave her everything he had, thrusting deeply while massaging her clit making a vow to continue bringing her to ecstasy.

  CHAPTER TWENTY- SEVEN

  Tan waited patiently in her Benz for Carlos to come out of the gate at the Charlotte Douglass Airport. She looked at the nine and the silencer sitting in the passenger’s seat next to her. As she looked at the gate, the thought crossed her mind to murk Carlos upon arrival if he was trying to play her. The problem was there weren’t too many people in Charlotte that had a silver-color S-Class Benz, and one trip to the DMV would’ve put her on the suspects list easily. But killin’ his ass may not get me close to that bitch, Tan reasoned.

  And there was nothing more important to Tan than seeing that bitch bleed in the worse way.

  Tan unscrewed the silencer and placed it in the side panel and the nine back in her purse. She decided she would listen to what this nigga had to say. She looked up and saw Carlos walking toward her with a huge, black overnight bag over his shoulder. Tan popped the trunk for him to put the bag in and unlocked the door for him to get in.

  Carlos took a seat inside the Benz. “Is that Justice you’ve got tucked away in that bag for me?” Tan joked to see the reaction she’d get from him.

  Carlos laughed. “You funny. I actually chopped her up and I got one of my boys sending you a piece of her every week until you get all of that bitch.”

  Tan rolled her eyes and sped off. His attempt at dry humor pissed her off more than it amused her. When Tan looked out of the side view mirror, she saw the security guard following behind her in one of their trucks. She slowed down so she wouldn’t get a ticket. Carlos looked out the side mirror and saw the guard make the circle at the gate. He leaned into Tan’s space like he was going to kiss her and whispered, “These muthafuckas hate seeing Black or Hispanic people flaunting the success they’ll never have.” He readjusted himself in his seat.

  “So what’s the bitch been up to?” Tan said as she pulled out of the airport and got on Billy Graham Parkway, heading toward I-85.

  “Justice ain’t doing too bad.” Carlos admitted.

  Tan’s face got red with envy. How dare this nigga sitting next to me gloat about that bitch?

  “She got a strip joint named Phire & Ice,�
� Carlos continued. “If you wanted to get in and out of Chicago undetected, the best thing for you to do is to hit her up at the club. She’s planning a big party for Kanye in the next few weeks. He doin’ a home concert and she just landed the contract for them to have an after party.”

  A smile crept across Tan’s lips. “So what do I do, just walk in there and shoot her ass?” She was being sarcastic because Carlos had not divulged any details.

  “No.” Carlos was firm and deliberate. “You don’t walk in at all. What you do is create a diversion in the club and her ass’ll come runnin’ out with everybody else.” He paused, and then continued. “When she comes out the front door, you peel her wig back with that chrome and that silencer you got tucked away in your purse, and disappear in the crowd and no one will ever notice that you were there.”

  Tan nodded her head to indicate that she understood. “The place is always packed to capacity. Get two niggas in there to stage a fight and let another nigga pull out some firecrackers and light them bitches up.”

  “Firecrackers?”

  “Yeah, ‘cause it ain’t no way in hell somebody gettin’ in there with a gun. The firecrackers will make it seem like a nigga shootin’. You know what happens when niggas hear gunshots inside a club.”

  “Muthafuckas run out.” Tan was now getting the idea.

  “Some of the ladies will be in heels and folks will be running all over each other. After you dead the bitch, all you gotta do is start running and screaming with everybody else. Nobody would ever suspect that you were part of the melee.”

  “I like that,” Tan said. “And I can see myself pulling that off,” she said with excitement. She daydreamed again about Justice running out the front of her club and her being right there, getting two shots off in her face. She looked at Carlos and hated that his ass was so fuckin’ fine, but she knew that within a year, she’d probably end up having to snuff his ass, too.

  Twenty minutes later, Tan pulled up to BobCutz to drop Carlos off. “You got the pictures of the club I sent, didn’t you?” Carlos asked as he opened the door. During his visit, Carlos had indiscreetly taken as many pictures from inside the club as possible and he texted them to her phone. Carlos even went back to the club without Justice on the incognito tip just to see what type of strippers Justice was working with, and to get more pictures for Tan.

  “Of course. All I’m waitin’ on now is the time and the opportunity.” Tan popped the trunk opened and Carlos got out and grabbed his bag. She waited until Carlos got to the door and reached under her seat, grabbed her purse, and placed it in the passenger seat. She smiled to herself at how well Carlos thought he knew her by making that comment about the pistol and silencer she had.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  It was finally bike party day, Carlos pulled into BobCutz parking lot on his brandy-wine colored 2011 Harley Davidson Street Glide, and the envious onlookers at the bike party were seething that he had one of the hottest bikes on the streets. Young Chris’s, “Racks on Racks” blasted from the bike’s stereo system. Carlos took off his matching colored helmet and the savoring smell of cooked chicken, beef and pork assaulted his nose and challenged him to take care of his senses.

  “This you?” Preme asked as he walked up to him licking his fingers with a plate full of ribs smothered in barbeque sauce. He hadn’t seen this bike before. Preme was a bike fanatic and he spent a good portion of his dough buying old bikes and restoring them. Since he couldn’t ride them no more, he flipped the bikes instead, earning himself a small, legal hustle that kept him under Uncle Sam’s radar.

  “Yeah bruh, I just picked this up the day after I got back from the Chi.”

  “Ain’t you hot in that muthafucka?” Preme asked in reference to the red crosswing jacket that Carlos was wearing.

  “Naw, I breathe.”

  Carlos grabbed a plastic plate from the table that was set up in front of BobCutz. As the line moved forward and baked beans, potato salad, butter rolls and of course, the beer soaked chicken wings filled the air, he got him a bite before he and Preme met Face back at his bike. He looked at the propane-fueled grills and saw that War and Luther were running the grills as if they ran the shop . . . with efficiency. Carlos knew that War could burn in the kitchen and on the grill just like his father.

  “Yo’ nephew took that cookin’ after yo’ brother very well.” Preme said after he took a bite out of his ribs. His words were barely intelligible, but Carlos understood that he was saying what he had just thought.

  They saw a green Chopper pull up with a tall dude driving and a thick chick on the back. Preme licked his lips because the ass poking out on that bike was hard to miss. When the driver of the bike stepped off, Preme’s grin turned to disgust as he realized it was Lil’ Joe.

  “Fuck niggas always tryna shine an’ shit.” Preme mumbled loud enough for Carlos and Face to hear him.

  Carlos just shook his head. He and Joe had talked briefly after the confrontation in his office and Joe seemed to be cool after he had calmed down a little, but the beef with him and Preme was never-ending.

  When Sapphire took off the helmet, revealing long, flowing hair that caught lightly in the wind, Preme leaned back, “damn—fuck boy done came up didn’t he?”

  “Yeah,” Face dragged the word out as if it were a sentence, “I remember the days when all Lil’ Joe could get was whatever leftovers Dave left him with.”

  Preme and Carlos chuckled because they knew the statement was true. Back in the day, Lil’ Joe was so big and ugly, he had to pay a chick to touch his dick. What a difference two years, a weight loss plan and some confidence made. Sapphire was a definite step up from any broad that had pity-fucked Joe in the past.

  “Sup ‘Los,” Lil’ Joe greeted Carlos with a pound and a manly one-armed hug, bumping shoulders. He saw Preme and Face but did not acknowledge them. He saw War looking at him and Joe tilted his head. “Whatup War! Uncle Luke!!!” Lil’ Joe bellowed over the music.

  “Dis nigga don’t see us?” Preme asked Face.

  Lil’ Joe stepped to Preme and got in his face, “Yeah I see yo’ hoe ass. We outside now nigga! Leap like you got some frog in ya.” Lil’ Joe taunted Preme. Preme hopped up from his seat and stumbled back a few inches because Joe had caught him off guard.

  “No!” Sapphire quickly jumped between Lil’ Joe and Preme and pushed Lil’ Joe. “Y’all don’t need to be fighting out here.”

  “Fuck is y’all’s problem?” Carlos said as he once again found himself in the middle of his soilders.

  “You know what it is. I ain’t forgot about that nigga tryin’ me like that in yo’ office.” Lil’ Joe was salty. He had moved Sapphire behind him and on the strength of her; he resisted the urge to drop Preme. “Look, ‘Los I only came here for three reasons: one, because ‘Phire asked me to. Two, we got business and I was gonna dip in, dip out. And three . . . you already know niggas ain’t turnin’ down no free food.”

  “Well, you should’ve stayed yo’ ass home if them the only reasons you here.” Face interjected.

  Lil’ Joe scrunched his face up and shook his head. “One of these days I’mma deal with yo’ lil cripple ass. Trust that!”

  Face pulled a large pistol from his waist and laid it on his lap. “I’ll be waiting.”

  “Come get some food man,” Carlos encouraged Lil’ Joe to follow him. His face was beet red and he was beyond pissed with all of them.

  “’Phire,” Face yelled to Sapphire. “I can upgrade you baby!”

  Preme and Face started chuckling but Sapphire didn’t find it funny. In fact, it pissed her the fuck off but she held her composure. Her thoughts were so jaded and dark at the moment that it took everything in her being for her to keep a straight face. In due time, nigga. In due time, she thought. As Carlos, Lil’ Joe and Sapphire made their way through the line, Carlos spoke his piece. “I didn’t think the two of you would get together so fast.” He was referring to Joe and Sapphire’s newly blossoming relationship.

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bsp; “Well, it didn’t just happen.” Lil’ Joe explained. “You the one that told me years ago that if I like a chick, I should let her know how I felt and when I saw Sapphire again at the shop, I let her know how I felt.” Lil’ Joe hugged Sapphire and kissed her on the forehead.

  Carlos nodded in approval. He always thought that once Lil’ Joe cleaned himself up, he’d be a good catch for any bitch he wanted. He was shocked that the chick had been Sapphire though.

  “How you holding up?” Carlos asked Sapphire as she was loading her plate.

  “Every day is a struggle, but every day I get better and better.” Sapphire spoke with confidence. “It’s funny, I find myself doing things that my mama used to do, like reading my Bible for a few minutes every night, giving a few dollars to the homeless, talking to young ladies about knuckle heads and encouraging them not to drop out of school and for the ones who did I’m tryna encourage them to go back.”

  “Ms. Evans would be proud.” Carlos responded.

  “I’m working on this knuckle head now,” Sapphire said as she playfully tickled Lil’ Joe on his side, he almost dropped his plate from laughing so hard.

  “Don’t work on him too hard,” Carlos warned.

  “I won’t,” Sapphire winked at Carlos as she walked with Lil’ Joe to socialize with some of the other bikers. Carlos liked watching Lil’ Joe and Sapphire mingle with the others and Sapphire genuinely seemed to have found a man that made her happy. For her sake, Carlos hoped Lil’ Joe didn’t do anything to make him have to slump him like he did Dave.