The Game of Deception

by Victor L. Martin

  “Want something to drink?” she asked.

  “Yeah, it might help cool us off.” Lust flowed inside his veins.

  She smiled as he sat down on the bed then slid back until he was propped up against the headboard. There was a mini bar in the corner so she returned moments later with two glasses and a bottle of Beleza Pura rum. She joined Ghetti in the bed after placing the rum and glasses on the nightstand. Ghetti pulled her on top of him then slid his hands all over her baby smooth ass.

  “Did I say you could touch my ass?” she said, grinning with her glossy lips.

  “You ain’t tryin’ to stop me.” Playfully he began slapping her ass.

  “You pop pills?” she asked.

  “I’m not on that shit.” He was now rubbing her juicy rump.

  “I’m talking about the good pills.”

  “Good pills?”

  Squirming from his embrace, she leaned off the bed to reach inside her clutch bag.

  “These.” She laid two different colored small pills on his chest. “Viagra and Ecstasy.”

  “Viagra! Shawty I don’t need no Viagra.” He palmed her ass. “I can stay up in all this for the duration.”

  “Please, Ghetti. I’ll take the Ecstasy and you can take the Viagra.” She lowered her lips to his chest. “We can fuck . . . each other . . . so good,” she said seductively between kissing and licking his chest. She could have asked him to jump off the yacht with cement shoes and he would have done it. He nodded yes while pulling at her thong. Ghetti popped the Viagra and she did the same with hers. They watched more of the swingers while passing the bottle of rum back and forth. Even though she was horny and tipsy, she had the wise mind to toss a condom on Ghetti’s chest. Leaving the HDTV on, plus the lights, they both removed their last bit of clothes.

  “Uh, leave your heels on,” he said.

  “C’mon baby. I got something to make you feel better.” She slapped her ass.

  Jazmine found an empty stateroom and found a spot in front of another HDTV. On the screen, she saw Skyy letting Ghetti finger fuck her while sucking on her breast. The sight of Ghetti without any clothes on caused her to unbutton her tight jeans. She needed to touch herself.

  “Ooooo shit, I’m wet,” she said as Ghetti moved on top of Skyy. Jazmine turned the volume up to hear the sounds. She pulled her tight shirt off just as Skyy hiked her ankles up on Ghetti’s broad shoulders. Jazmine wished she were under Ghetti getting her pussy plugged. As she fingered herself, she lifted one of her nipples to her mouth.

  Ghetti was fucking Skyy so good that it made Jazmine frustrated. “Yess, Ghetti! Mmmm, gimme that dick!” Skyy shouted and screamed as she dug her nails into his arms. She was feeling everything. From his sweat dripping down on her body. His balls smacking her ass. His dick stretching her pussy, ever so tantalizing. He was long stroking the pussy while stuttering out her name. When he slowed up and pulled out to change positions she became agitated and rushed him to put it back in. Lying on her side with one leg in the air, she rubbed her clit as he slid his dick back inside her wet pussy. In and out he massaged her insides with one hand gripping her ankle. Skyy couldn’t remain still. One second she was on her elbows, then flat on her face or braced up on her arms looking down between her legs. Ghetti had to be honest with himself. Being straight up, he was hoping the condom would pop. If her pussy was feeling this good through a condom, he knew he wouldn’t be no more good to get a taste of her, raw dog. Just for that reason e began to pound her pussy and catching every stroke and rolling it back.

  Jazmine was butt naked now, working fervently on her second nut. She was masturbating hard off of Ghetti and Skyy. Skyy was on the screen shouting that she was cumming as she bounced wildly on top of Ghetti. Jazmine began to chant Ghetti’s name while rubbing her exposed clit. She fucked herself with three stiff fingers in a sexual daze. On the screen, she wasn’t surprised to see Skyy pushing Ghetti’s face down between her thighs. Even as he began to lick her, his erection was still ramrod hard. Skyy squirmed under Ghetti’s excellent tonguing.

  Ghetti was taken past his limit with Skyy. For the first time in his life, he was licking a woman’s ass. This was more than just licking her round golden butt cheeks she had him licking between them. He parted her juicy ass and damn near tried to stick his tongue inside her ass like it was an everyday thang. Skyy was on her stomach with her butt tooted in the air, feeding him. They ended up going through four condoms before they spent their energy. Skyy made it a point not to cuddle up with him. She simply told him that the dick was good, and then rolled from the bed to take a shower. And no, she did not return the oral favor by sucking his dick.

  CHAPTER 7:

  Phone Calls

  Durham, North Carolina

  Saturday 10:29 a.m.

  Verenity was pulled from her slight hangover when her cell phone started ringing. Rolling over, she rubbed her eyes reaching for the phone, bringing the lit screen to her face. 305.725.1975 showed up on her screen. She had no idea who in the hell was calling this early in the morning, especially after a night of clubbing. She pressed the answer key.

  “Hello?” she said groggily.

  “Whut up, tight butt.”

  “Who is this?” she said with her eyes shut.

  “Who you want it to be? I’m the half-man half-horse.”

  “Ghetti! What’s up, baby?”

  “Ain’t nothin’.”

  “Where you been hiding? You just forgot how to call me and why your damn number out of service?”

  “Long story.”

  “Hmm, I know you don’t call yourself being mad at me for leaving you with a hard ding-a-ling last time? And I’ma fix your black ass for hanging up in my face!”

  “You need to chill ‘cause I ain’t even stressin’ that.”

  “I know you ain’t. ‘cause I am.”

  “Verenity. Are you gonna let me talk or fuss?”

  “Where are you calling me from? And why you calling me so damn early? You know I hit the club on Friday nights.”

  “You askin’ too many questions. Look, I need a big favor and you know you owe me for bondin’ your ass out of jail over that speedin’ ticket.”

  “Boy!” she shouted. “That was five damn months ago and my bond was only one- hundred damn dollars!”

  “Yeah I know. A hundred damn dollars that your broke ass didn’t have.”

  “You know what Ghetti, fuck you! Now this better not be about no dumb shit . . . waking me up early and shit.”

  “Chill baby. Listen. Here’s the deal. I need you to pick up my car for me.”

  “Oh, which one?”

  “My Chevy.”

  “’Where is it?”

  “If you’ll let me talk, I’ll tell you. Anyway, it’s at the parking lot at the airport in Raleigh.”

  “Better be some gas in it because my ass is broke, remember?” she said sarcastically.

  “Funny. But yo, you got to keep it on the low. Whomever you get to take you there, don’t mention anything ’bout me and do not, do not drive my shit nowhere near Durham. Can you do this?”

  “Yeah. But where do you want me to take it?”

  “I’ma text you back later wit’ all that info.”

  “Why can’t you tell me now or just call back? What’s up with this texting stuff?”

  “Verenity. Just do this for me, please. It’s um, ten-thirty. Whut time can you get to the airport?”

  Verenity scratched her scalp. “Lemme call my girl Shawanna to come take me. But as slow as her ass is, I’ll get there no later than one o’clock.” She yawned.

  “When you do this, I’ma look out for ya.”

  “Yeah whateva. So look, you gonna text me the info on exactly where your ride is at and where to take it, right?”

  “Yeah, and the spare key is stuck on the inside of the gas cap.”

  “Look boy. I don’t know what all this secret mess is about, but don’t be running me up on no snag. There better not be no shit in your car.”
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  “Hell no! You know we tighter than that. I would never put you at a risk like that. You know I care ’bout ya, plus I don’t want that bomb ass pussy to go to waste behind bars.” He laughed.

  “Too early to be laughing all up in my damn ear!”

  “Do you miss me?”

  “Hell no,” she lied since it was easier than telling the truth. “But I’ll say this. When we hook back up we got some serious fucking to pop off.”

  “Now that’s how I like to hear your nasty mouth talk. But yo, I gotta bounce and be on the lookout for my text. Now get your phat ass out of bed.”

  “Bye Mr. Centaur.” She ended the call, got up and used her computer to find the location of area code 305. South Florida, Dade County.

  Back in Miami, Ghetti was still beaming with a large ego from fucking Skyy. He was laid back in her bed. The yacht had returned to Bayside around 5:30 A.M. Instead of taking Ghetti home, she allowed her guard to go down by allowing Ghetti into her bed. Skyy and Jazmine had left together about thirty minutes ago. After Ghetti hung up with Verenity, he dialed in Fly’s seven digits.

  “Hmm?” Fly answered on the fifth ring.

  “Fly! You still in the bed, dawg?”

  “Hmm huh. Where you at, yo?” Fly’s voice was hoarse.

  “Loungin’ butt black ass naked in Skyy’s bed.

  “Yeah right.”

  “Dead ass serious, yo! My nigga, some wild and crazy shit popped off last night. It was on some freaked out love boat type shit.”

  “What you talkin’ ’bout? Damn, what time is it?”

  “Going on ten-forty. Bruh, I really fucked Skyy last night and this mornin’ befo’ she left.”

  “You at Skyy’s crib right now?” Fly sat up, rubbing his nose.

  “Ain’t it whut I said?”

  “Where Jazmine?”

  “She rolled out wit’ Skyy this mornin’. She ain’t call you?”

  “Nah.” Fly reached down to scratch his balls. “She ain’t my bitch.”

  “I can’t tell since you just asked ’bout ’er.” Ghetti laughed.

  “You can delete that bullshit ’cause I’m ’bout my paper, dawg. Don’t be over there getting pussy whipped.”

  “Picture that. But you gotta gimme my props for smashin’ Skyy.”

  “Pussy is pussy,” Fly said, feeling a bit envious.

  “I won’t cosign on that,” Ghetti said, thinking back to how firm Skyy’s pussy had gripped him.

  “Man, I know you ain’t wake me up to talk ’bout some pussy. How long you staying over there?”

  “Ain’t no tellin’. As long as she lettin’ me skeet, then I’m gonna stay.” Ghetti laughed.

  “Do your thang.”

  “Yo, I’ll holler back,” Ghetti said. “I’ma let your ass go back to sleep.”

  “Keep it trill.”

  Ghetti ended the call, then thought of a safe way to reach Mance. He dialed the number to the barbershop in Goldsboro, but paused at the last digit. As he thought about who to call next, he glanced around Skyy’s bedroom. On the wall to his left were framed magazine covers that she had graced. Ghetti had no idea what to expect from Skyy. One minute he wanted to put his foot up her ass and the next minute he was ready to stick his tongue up her ass. This morning she had woke him up with a slow hand-job and wet tongue in his ear. Ghetti tried not to look at her as a celebrity, but it was hard to overlook her status. Was she feeling him, or was it just a simple fuck? He couldn’t believe how wide open she had him just from one night. Ghetti had no drama about licking pussy, but to eat Skyy’s voluptuous ass, that was out of his norm. He could recall screaming on Verenity one night when she asked him to lick her ass. Sitting up in the bed, he rubbed his neck then went to the bathroom to take a piss. With the scent of Skyy still on him, he went ahead and jumped in the shower. He got out about ten minutes later, dried off, and then wrapped one of Skyy’s terry cloth towels around his waist. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he sent Verenity the info about his car via text. After that was done, he called San up in Durham. The phone rang three times before it was answered.

  “Durham Police Department, Officer Polk speaking.”

  Ghetti recognized San’s voice, who was trying to be funny. “Yo, San. It’s me, Ghetti.”

  “Oh, ain’t recognize your number, playa.” San laughed. “What you doing down in Florida?”

  “How the hell you know where I’m at?”

  “Caller I.D. You know that.”

  “Oh yeah. Look um, I need a small favor, plus I need to ask you somethin’.”

  “I’m listening.”

  Ghetti was mad tight with San and he knew he could trust him. He first asked San if he had heard anything about the pops looking for him.

  “Yeah. I was at the gas station last week and Mark had asked me if I heard about some homicide detectives looking for you. I told him no. Anyway, Mark fucks with some girl on Glenbrook and she heard it from nosey ass Wanda. Sounds like a bunch of twisted facts, so you know how that goes.”

  “Damn,” Ghetti said.

  “So what’s up?”

  “Long story, San.”

  “Cool. So, what’s the favor you need? Let me guess, you want me to fuck Poo-Man up for snitchin’?”

  “Snitchin’! Whut the hell you talkin’ ‘bout?”

  “I guess you haven’t heard. Well, you know I mess with ol’ girl who’s a jailer at the county.”

  “Talkin’ bout that big booty Asian chick?”

  “Uh-huh. Anyway, she told me how Poo been going down to talk to these two homicide detectives like its cool. Dude been writing letters and shit and this is on the real,” San said.

  “Shit addin’ up to me now, yo!” Ghetti vented. “I can’t believe this dude snitchin’. Is he still in the county?”

  “As far as I know.”

  “Aiiight, fuck Poo. This is the favor I need. I need one of those pay as you go phones and then I need you to get it to Maria, Poo’s girl.”

  “I know who she is. What else?”

  “That’s it.”

  “You down there with Fly?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Tell him I said what’s up.”

  “I’ll do that. But like I was sayin’, I really need this favor done as soon as you can do it.”

  “I got you. All you need is for me to get a phone and give it to Maria.”

  “Yeah. And be sure to turn it on and put some minutes on it. Oh, and text me the number once you get it.”

  San came through about an hour later with the number. Ghetti didn’t plan on calling Maria right away. He still needed to speak to Mance to make sure Verenity did her part. He thought back to the day he left. Even though he had to move quickly, his steps were well planned. His first stop was the airport. He figured that would be the safest place to leave his car as well as the longest. Then, he caught a cab to the bus station. The bus ride to Miami was long and dull, but he made it. Along the way, he had stocked up on prepaid phones that he would throw away after running the minutes out. Checking the minutes balance, he saw he only had 130 minutes left. He figured that once he reached Maria he could get her to call Mance three-way. His growling stomach pulled him from the bed. Since he was alone, he went into the kitchen with nothing but the towel still wrapped around his waist. On top of the refrigerator, he spotted a box of Lucky Charms.

  His hands were inches from the box when Jazmine’s presence startled him. “Those are mine,” she said.

  Ghetti spun around and found Jazmine standing near the bedroom she was using. “Damn, you scared the shit outta me! When you get back?” he asked.

  “You were in the shower when I got in.” She walked into the kitchen in a pair of green, tight volleyball shorts and a tank top. Her cleavage stood out like Shaq at a midget convention.

  “Where Skyy?” he asked.

  “I dropped her off at the gym,” she replied.

  “Oh.” His eyes focused on her two nipple prints.

  “Now I see why Skyy invit
ed you to bed.” She smiled, checking him out from head to toe. She walked up on him and boldly reached up under the towel.

  “Yo, you trippin’.” He made a weak effort to push her searching hand away. Once she began to massage his wood, he froze up with his back up against the steel door of the refrigerator. Jazmine pressed her body up against his, kissing and licking the side of his neck while stroking his dick under the towel. She knew she had him locked into her art of seduction when he started to moan. Using her thumb, she smeared his precum over the tip of his penis.

  “Dick so thick,” she murmured into his neck. A wicked smile formed on her lips when Ghetti slid his hands up under her tank top. Her hand was pumping his long erection like a machine.

  “You like this, baby?” She licked his chest.

  “Yessss,” he moaned.

  The towel fell to the floor.

  “You wanna fuck me?” she panted, pulling one of her creamy tits free.

  Ghetti nodded yes, then lowered his mouth to the offered nipple. Jazmine snatched her nipple free then stepped away from him. Licking her lips she wiggled the tight volleyball shorts down then bent over on the counter top. Her butt had tan lines that made his dick twitch.

  “Let me get some of that juicy dick.” She reached back spanking her large ass.

  Ghetti walked up behind her rubbing her wet, hairy pussy causing her to moan. Reaching back with both hands she parted both thick butt cheeks exposing all she had to offer. He was two inches from being implanted between her moist pink folds when Skyy burst through the front door. She went off on Ghetti like a crazed maniac, throwing the first thing she could reach. She made it seem as if Ghetti was her husband. All of her anger was thrown at Ghetti. Tears rolled down her eyes as she chased him around the condo with a bottle of pepper spray. She didn’t spray it, but it got Ghetti moving.

  “Get the fuck out of my house you no good bastard!” she shouted. “I hate you! I hate you!”

  Ghetti was chased out of her condo with his shoes in his hands. On his way down the elevator he wondered how Jazmine was holding up against Skyy. “Girl, you got acting down to an art!” Jazmine laughed with Skyy.

  “I did good, huh?” Skyy giggled. “Like my tears?”