by Noire
Menace stared at her for a long moment, then nodded and took her in his big, strong arms.
“Damn, girl. You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that. I’m feeling that shit, Pearl. Our young sisters need saving just as bad as our brothers do. But you hate Harlem. You think you got what it takes to live here?”
Pearl shrugged. She had what it took to do whatever she had to do.
“I ain’t gotta live with you or nothing. I mean, I’ll find my own crib and stuff, but yeah. New York is in my blood, and Harlem is home. Dead or alive, everybody I love is here.”
Menace grinned. “That’s what’s real, baby. I think I’m the shit, but a brothah was gonna have to turn into Superman to get back and forth from D.C. to New York every day, nah’mean?”
“No,” Pearl said, sitting up straight, a slight smile spreading across her face. “I don’t know what the hell you mean!”
“I told you I was gonna keep the center open and work in New York. I didn’t say nothing about living here. For the last week I been talking to a realtor in D.C.,” Menace said quietly. “I couldn’t see myself letting you go back there without me. I was willing to commit to a big-time commute every day because I believe you’re worth it, Pearl. I didn’t give a fuck how early I had to leave the crib or how late I got back, I just know I wanna go to sleep holding you every night, Pearl. Every fuckin’ night.”
Pearl melted in his arms, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t believe how far Menace had been willing to go just to be with her. Her man wanted to be with her just as bad as she wanted to be with him.
Later that night, after they talked and dreamed about plans for the future they wanted to build together, Pearl unbuttoned Menace’s pants and went down on him with all the love in her heart. She gave that neck pussy up to him without hesitation, and Menace took everything she offered and threw more back at her. He planned to take his time with her and was nowhere near ready to bust yet, so he pulled her up and smiled as she lay on top of him. He massaged her ass and eased her into a sitting position. Sucking her tongue, Menace slid his legs off the bed until his feet were touching the floor.
He stood up swiftly, holding Pearl in his strong arms. His muscles were rigid as he cupped her hips and licked her breasts.
“Put it in,” Pearl had moaned, eager to feel his thickness inside of her. “Come on, baby. Put that thang in.”
“Gotta wrap it up,” Menace whispered, walking toward his dresser holding her in his muscular arms.
“Do me a favor,” he said, turning his back on the dresser. “Reach in the top drawer and open up that box.”
Pearl did what he asked. She smiled as she pulled out an unopened box of condoms from his dresser drawer.
Menace carried her back to the bed and sat down. Still gripping her ass, he leaned back to create some distance between them, and sighed as Pearl cracked open the pack of Rough Riders and slid one over his rigid shaft.
He stood up again, balancing Pearl’s frame perfectly. With his six-pack clenched, Menace lifted Pearl in the air and impaled her on his joint. Both of them moaned as he lifted and lowered her, thrusting into her with long hard strokes.
Pearl rode her man hard, timing his thrusts and clenching her pelvic muscles on each downstroke. The loving was long and strong, and by the time Menace lay her on the bed and began pounding on top of her, Pearl was ready to cum.
“Yeah!” she panted. She spread her legs wider and gripped his ass, pulling him deeper into her slit. “Just like that, baby! I love this shit! Just like that!”
Menace went to town in that pussy.
He dug her out, pelvic bone to pelvic bone, with Pearl’s body stretching to accommodate his length and his width.
Pearl ran her hands all over him, like she had never touched him before. His strong back, his hard ass, his muscled-up shoulders and chest. He was everything she had ever wanted, and the memory of every other sex partner she had known was completely erased from her body and from her mind as Menace made love to her like it was their very first time.
Displaying his incredible dick control by holding out as Pearl came twice back to back, Menace withdrew from her hot, clenching tunnel and delved into that pussy with his tongue. He nibbled on her clit, applying pressure with his lips until Pearl began thrashing around on the bed, snatching at the sheets as she gapped her wide legs open and gave him access to every inch of her womanhood.
“My ass …,” she whispered as Menace lapped her out, and she only had to say it once, too. Menace massaged her sweet tight hole with his finger and probed it with gentle pressure as he sucked and licked her softness. He didn’t stop until Pearl had come again and was beating on his shoulders, begging him for the dick.
And boy, did he give it to her. They damn near broke the bed down as their bodies rocked and collided in heat and passion, Pearl’s enormous stamina no match for the amazing power and control of her man’s. There was an explosion in the room as they hit the top of that wave at the same time, and rode it out together. Menace pressed his face into her hair and breathed deeply as he tried to catch his breath, feeling physically and emotionally complete for the first time in almost ten years.
He rolled off Pearl and held her in his arms for long minutes before finally stroking her hair and speaking.
“Ain’t no limitz on a soul emboldened and a mind inspired, right?”
Pearl grinned. She loved the way her father’s motto sounded coming out of her man’s mouth.
“No limitz, baby,” she said softly. “No limitz.”
Leaving her job in D.C. was an emotional experience. Pearl had made a lot of friends and earned a lot of respect for her work ethic, her tactical expertise, and her warm, outgoing personality. She was gonna miss a whole lot of people, but she’d miss Carlita the most.
“Harlem ain’t but two hops away,” her friend had said, hugging her tightly. Carlita had visited her in New York when she was laid up recuperating from her stabbing, and she’d given Menace his props right away. “Trust, Pearl. There comes a time when everybody moves on to bigger and better things. The time for you and Menace is right now. He’s the one, chica. I can feel it.”
Carlita had offered Pearl her guest bedroom for her short stay in D.C., and as they sat up talking that first night the older woman had taken Pearl’s hand and said something that really fucked her up.
“You know, Pearl, I wasn’t gonna hit you with this while you were in New York trying to heal and get your head right, but I think its good that you’re not coming back here to stay.”
Pearl had the confused look going, so Carlita laid it all the way out.
“Look, after what happened to your family, everybody in the office was praying for you and hoping you would be okay. We all missed you and wanted you to take time to feel better, but Lance still believed in you. He had a welcome-back surprise just waiting for you. A great promotion to a field office in Los Angeles. But your boy Cole blocked it. He told Lance you was too shot out to handle that kind of responsibility, and pulled some strings to get one of his buddies the job. I thought that was real grimy of him, but I wasn’t surprised. I told you from the gate Cole was a control freak. His whole game was about keeping you in his grip, and that’s the only reason he shot down your promotion. He wanted to make sure that when you finally came off leave you’d have to come right back to D.C. and be with him.”
Pearl was heated. Cole deserved to get fucked up good for all the shit he’d done to her. From blocking the truth about her sister’s murder, to blocking her out of a lucrative promotion, that niggah was one item on her agenda that still needed handling.
Pearl had spent the next day in her office clearing out her files and tying up loose ends. Her department was in the midst of a huge annual inspection, and the regional commissioner was onsite and being escorted through the facilities by several section chiefs. Every agent in the office had been working overtime to make sure that their shit was above standards, and when Pearl’s superv
isor asked if she would mind running a target test before their inspection at the indoor range, Pearl saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one bullet.
She had been ducking Cole in the two days since she’d been back, and Carlita said as far as she knew Cole didn’t have a clue that she’d been stabbed, or that she planned to transfer to a position in New York.
The indoor target range was scheduled for inspection in a little over an hour, and Pearl was about to put her plan in action. She called Cole’s cell phone and for the first time in weeks, she heard his voice.
“Hey, baby!” Pearl said brightly. “It’s me. Pearl. I’m in D.C.— back to work! Did you miss me?”
That twisted niggah was full of himself.
“Yeah, I missed you, Pearl. I was the one who told you not to go in the first place, remember?”
“Don’t be mad, Cole. I’m back now.”
“So, did you find yourself?” he asked, whining like a little bitch. “Or did you find somebody else?”
Pearl was hot, but she kept her voice light and sweet.
“I wasn’t looking for nobody, Cole. I told you, I had to take care of business, and that’s what I did. It’s a wrap now. I’m back, so when can I see you?”
He was still a little stiff, and Pearl could tell he had his lips poked out.
“When you wanna see me?”
“How about later on tonight?” Pearl said, dropping her voice.
“Why I gotta wait until tonight?” Cole bitched, just like she knew he would. “Why you can’t make time for me right now?”
Pearl giggled. This cat was just too predictable.
“Okay,” she agreed. “I need to make a little run across the quad and take care of something for our inspection. Give me a walk. I’m coming right past your building. Meet me outside in ten minutes.”
• • •
Fifteen minutes later Pearl was unlocking the maintenance door at the rear of their live shooting range. There was a huge multifunction stage inside that had only recently been constructed. One side had been built to reflect an urban setting, with fake brownstones, tenements, and alleyways. The other side was set up to look like a business district where a hostage scene might play out. The range was state-of-the-art and an effective training aid. There were a variety of cut-out targets depicting various ordinary, law-abiding citizens mixed in with dangerous criminals. There were gangsters, good guys, killers, kids, and of course innocent little old ladies carrying their groceries. Agents from D.C. and its surrounding communities in Maryland and Virginia signed up to use the range for live firing on a regular basis, and it was one of the primary areas to be inspected during this cycle.
“Why’d they ask you to test the range?” Cole complained as Pearl unlocked the door. “My boss is escorting the commissioner through here. They should have asked me.”
“Come on,” Pearl giggled, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him through the maintenance door. His ass had gotten fat. His stomach was pudged out and his cheeks looked like he was storing munchies in them. “All I know is they want a target test. You can help me.”
Cole reached under her skirt and pinched her ass, then followed behind her like a puppy. They entered the range from the rear and maneuvered around a few targets as they headed toward the control panel.
“Remember that time we did it outside under that pavillion?” Cole whispered. He grabbed Pearl’s hand and pressed it to his swollen crotch. “That was some good shit, baby. Some real good shit.”
Pearl grinned under the dim lights and turned to face him. She pressed her body to his, pushing against him until his back was up against a target pole. She closed her eyes and forced herself to suck his bottom lip into her mouth.
“It was good as hell,” she whispered truthfully, nibbling and rubbing against him until his breathing got heavy. “But I know how to make it even better.”
“How?” Cole asked, and gripped her hips. He slid his hands down her thighs and reached under her short skirt. Pearl giggled and backed away as Cole tried to dig his fingers in her pussy.
“I used to fantasize about fucking in front of a lot of people,” she confided. “It was just a secret fantasy, though. I never really thought I’d experience it.”
Cole laughed, leaning back on the target pole and waving toward the endless life-sized cardboard cutouts. “Well, there’s about a hundred muhfuckahs up in here with us right now, girl! We can get busy right here. I can make that fantasy come true.”
Pearl jumped bold and grabbed his thickening dick. Tonguing him down, she unbuckled his pants and inched his zipper down. She stuck her hand into his boxers and squeezed. His dick was hard and had drops of pre-cum on the head. She rubbed his wetness all over him then tugged at his pants and moaned in his ear, “Take ’em off.”
Cole kicked off his expensive leather shoes and let his pants fall around his ankles. He yanked down his drawers and stepped out of everything, panting as Pearl kicked his discarded clothes behind him and moved in closer.
He reached for the bottom edge of her shirt and Pearl raised her arms and let him slip it over her head. He unsnapped her bra like an expert, and flung it on the floor, leaving her breasts naked and beautiful before his eyes.
“Damn, girl,” he said thickly. “You still got it.”
Pearl giggled again and moved closer to him. “I got it and now I wanna give it to you.”
Cole took off his shirt and flung it over by her bra. Pearl jacked his dick and sucked on his neck. Cole put his head back and moaned, closing his eyes as he fucked into her palm. Keeping her hand rhythm steady, Pearl moved behind him and bit down on the back of his shoulder. He reached back and rubbed her bare thigh. She nibbled his neck and licked up and down his spine.
“Goddamn that feels good!” Cole whispered.
Pearl laughed, stroking him harder. She reached into the back pocket of her skirt and pulled out her service cuffs and clicked one end onto the target pole, masking the sound as she said, “Well, relax, baby. I’m about to make you feel even better!”
Lightning fast, she let go of his dick and grabbed his right hand. Pinning it to the pole, she clicked the other end of the cuff around his wrist.
Pearl stepped in front of Cole and narrowed her eyes.
He looked down at his handcuffed wrist and laughed. “Ahh, shit! You got a little freak in ya, huh? Well, come on over here and freak daddy out, girl!”
Pearl freaked the shit outta him.
She punched him in his grill so hard his head snapped back against the pole.
“Bitch!” he shrieked, grabbing his nose with his free hand. “What the fuck you do that for?”
He moved toward her and swung his arm in an arc, trying to backhand her.
Pearl caught his thumb and bent that shit way back.
She jerked it outward, dislocating it from the joint, and Cole screeched as a sharp bolt of heat shot up his arm.
“That one was for not telling me about my sister,” she said. “And this one”—she lifted her leg and kicked him deep in his pudgy gut—“is for trying to fuck me out of a promotion!”
Cole coughed and dropped to his knees, his metal bracelet sliding down the target pole.
“Girl, you wrong,” he moaned as he squatted there naked. His dick had shriveled up and was now hiding somewhere under his pregnant belly. “I love you, Pearl. Why you do some shit like this to me? I love you!”
“You don’t love nobody but your damned self, Cole. I heard all about how you tried to stop me from finding out that my sister was dead. My own sister! And then you tried to cheat me out of a promotion you knew I had earned.” Pearl picked up her bra and shirt from the floor where Cole had tossed them and put them on quickly. Cole’s gear was far enough away that both his arms would have to grow another foot before he could reach it.
“I could stay here and kick your punk ass all day, but I got some targets to test.”
He broke. “Yo! You ain’t gonna leave me in here, are you? Come on, Pearl! Do
n’t play me like that!”
Pearl ignored him and walked up the aisle past the colorful cutouts of thugs in street clothing, businessmen carrying briefcases, and terrorists hiding bombs. The range was full of targets. The ones mounted on poles moved back and forth, and the lay-down type popped up and down.
Moving over to the wall, Pearl opened the control panel and flicked on every switch. She giggled like hell as multiple targets popped up and down and slid across the floor.
“Yo! What the fuck you doing?” Cole yelled.
Pearl cracked up as she watched him running naked in his socks, back and forth across the range stage as he tried to keep up with his moving pole. She killed the switch when Cole’s pole was dead center on the stage, and tears rolled from her eyes at the sight of his ridiculous-looking ass standing there in his socks looking panicked and shook.
“Yo, Pearl,” Cole begged. “Don’t do this shit! The commissioner is about to come through here. With my boss! At least gimme my clothes!”
She smirked. “Don’t worry about your clothes, Cole. What you need to be worried about is the hurting I’m gonna put on your ass if I ever lay eyes on you again.”
Pearl headed toward the front exit. She igged the shit out of Cole as he begged and hollered behind her. She flipped off all the lights on her way out, and that’s when Cole really broke.
“Wait! They gonna be firing up in here in a minute, Pearl! You can’t leave me in the fuckin’ dark!”
Pearl didn’t even miss a beat.
“You left me in the fuckin’ dark about my sister, Cole. Just holler when they get here and you’ll be all right. Don’t worry,” Pearl said as she dismissed Cole’s faggot ass and anticipated getting back to New York to see Menace, her strong and loving man. “If you holler loud enough they’ll hear you.”