Incognito

by Robert Johnson

  We relaxed in the cabin for a short time, just holding each other and talking. Soon, Jackie began touching and feeling, even kissing me on the neck, down my chest and stomach, then on the head of my penis. I was instantly aroused, wanting to take her. As she put the head of my penis all the way in her mouth, she began sucking it in and out until I was fully erect. I immediately pulled off my shirt as she took off her blouse and bra. I brought her up to face level to give her a kiss and feel the warmth of her firm breasts against my bare chest. While removing the bottom half of our clothes, she asked me if I wanted to play a game. I asked what kind of game. She said, “I do whatever you do.” I knew what it sound like, but had never played, so to be sure, I asked how to play. She said, “You know, if you do something, I get to do it, or if I do something, you get to do it.” I replied okay. How bad could it be. It actually sounded like fun, since our sex was always good. She started it out by biting my nipples, which felt really good. I never had that done before. She circled them with her tongue, sucking them and biting them. Now it was my turn. I gently caressed her tits with my hands, placing her nipples in my mouth one at a time, then both at the same time. As she was feeling the effect, they became hard, so I bit them with just the right amount of pressure, which sent her head back before she sighed a gentle moan. She pushed me down on the bed and went down to my manhood, stroking it with her hand before placing it in her mouth. She went up and down with her full lips while licking the tip with it still in her mouth. This was a great feeling—it was like she was a different person than I had previously screwed. She did this for few minutes, including stroking my balls and the area between my asshole and balls. This was now feeling really good, which made me sigh a gentle moan. I almost put my legs in the air. As she came back up, she pushed my head down to her clean-shaved lovebox. I quickly tasted the sweetness of the cream that had already secreted from the effects of the foreplay we were engaged in. I slid my tongue up and down her vagina, sticking it in the hole, going in circles, then began to lick her clitoris, fierce but gentle. She was grabbing my head, moaning and gyrating her body before having the first of many orgasms that evening. After putting me on my back to hop on and ride me, she got on all fours to take it from the back. I pounded her with long, hard thrusts, which made her say my name and a whole lot of other sex talk. She then told me to put it in her ass, which now I was glad to do. I never had the chance to do it, but I always wanted to. I never had any thoughts of doing any homosexual stuff, like being with a man, but from watching porno movies, I seen how the women responded to that. I put it in her ass, as instructed. She told me to take it slow at first, to get it to open up, then pound her. I felt it tight as I went in. Then it got wet and opened up. As I was pounding, she began screaming my name and a lot of other sex talk, which almost made me cum instantly. Getting ready to cum, I started going faster, sending her into a frenzy of moans. She had to bite the pillow to keep it down. She sent out three multiple nuts as I came all over her ass. With a grin on her face, she said, “Thank you, baby. Now it’s my turn.” I looked in confusion as I remembered we were playing “Whatever you do, I do.” I was kind of puzzled, because I didn’t know exactly how she was going to screw me in the ass without a penis. Then, out of the bottom drawer, she pulled out a strap-on dildo. I now began to get a little scared, cause my asshole was about to get entered. I didn’t want to feel like I was gay. I did stick my finger in it occasionally while taking showers, which felt kind of good, but that was it. I manned up, bending over to fulfill the promise I had made like a man. It hurt going in, but as she eased it in further, with each thrust, it began to feel good. I now became aroused by the penetration, instantly becoming erect again. As she kept pumping in and out, she began to have a massive orgasm. To my amazement, I did too. After the ordeal, we lay in the bed, cuddling each other. I asked whether she thought that made me gay. She replied, “Of course not—as long as you don’t do it with a man.” I told her she didn’t have to worry about that but she had better not tell nobody about this. She said in a smirking manner, “I keep what we do between us. I hope you do too. I hope we can do it again with your freaky ass.” We took a shower together to get dressed for the night of dancing we were about to do.

  Out on the deck, we ran into Wendy and William, who had already been dancing. Wendy asked us to join them for the evening if we didn’t have plans. We agreed to spend the evening with them. We began the evening with dinner. The dining area was nice. It was dimly lit, with burning candles in the center of every table. The tables were lined with white cloths and maroon lap napkins. There was a full-course menu, with appetizers, extravagant desserts, and a variety of main dishes. I decided to have the chef’s special: a filleted Alaskan salmon over rice pilaf, served with a glass of red wine. Jackie ordered baked chicken with scallops, and William ordered the same thing for himself and Wendy, shrimp Alfredo, without her having a say in the matter. They were kind of weird. It was as if she let him think for her and speak for her. During the conversation over the dinner, he rambled on about how good of a lawyer he was, how he had made partner in his firm in just under three years, and how he graduated at the top of his class in his Ivy League school. This was the most boring motherfucker I had ever met. I could only imagine what Wendy was thinking. I bet when they having sex, he counts the minutes it takes them to climax—if Wendy even gets to that point.

  As the evening went on, our dinner complete and dessert on its way, William finally got quiet. Jackie and Wendy began talking as William asked me questions about my life. He wanted to know what I did for a living. I lied, telling him I was a factory worker (technically I was as Incognito). He got to asking me whether I graduated high school, how my childhood was growing up, whether I had two parents in the home, and a bunch of other idiotic bullshit.

  I was glad to hear the ladies ask if we were ready to go dance. There were two dance areas, one with hip club music, the other with classical ballroom music. We first went to the ballroom hall, the kind of stuff William lived for. This was a new experience for Jackie and me both, but we made the best of it. The routine was simple—just walk in circles while slow dancing. Even sounds boring. We danced through ten minutes of piano playing, then headed for the crunk music dance area. This was the twenty-something crowd, the hype people, although there were some older gals and gents in the room. Everyone was grooving to the beat, having a good time. I could tell by the look on William’s face he had never experienced anything like this before. Wendy, on the other hand, was ready to get loose. I don’t know if she came from an Ivy League school or an uppity family. If she did, somewhere along the way, she was introduced to the wild side. She grabbed William by the hand, leading him to the dance floor as she bounced to the beat. Jackie and i followed alongside them. It was a sight to see Wendy getting loose. She wasn’t the best-looking lady, but she was shapely, especially in the rear. She was working everything she had on him, which was too much for him to handle, as he tried to keep up to no avail. He was moving to the beat of a different drum. Jackie was all over him as the DJ spent another jam: “Ho’s in the Club,” by Tela. This was a song that I liked as well. It had a nice beat, the kind that makes you want to get some if you feeling real good. Jackie and I was doing the damn thang as she let her discreet freak come out in a ladylike manner. This DJ was good. He kept spinning hit after hit. The floor stayed full. The younger crowd was getting hype. Looking around, there were a lot of fine-ass ladies doing some dirty dancing, if you know what I mean.

  We got our groove on for a little longer before taking seat out on the deck. As Jackie and Wendy removed their shoes to let their tired feet breathe, I noticed the happiness in them both. It was as if they hadn’t had any real fun in a long time. While talking, Jackie drew in close to me, placing my hand in hers. I felt kind of warm inside. I guess it has been a long time since I had any real fun too. I think it also had to with the fact it had been a long time since I felt about anyone the way I began to feel about Jackie. Afte
r the sex episodes we had, especially the one in the cabin, and seeing her tonight, who could blame a brother for feeling the way I felt?

  It was now 2:45 a.m. Surprisingly, a lot of people were still out enjoying the calm ocean air. All partied out, we all decided to head to our cabins for the night.

  The next day, in the afternoon, Jackie and I awoke to a beautiful Bahamian island. It was gorgeous—lovely palm trees, white sand beach, shapely women, clear blue water. The ship was docked for the remaining two nights of the cruise. It was time to explore the island. Jackie decided we’d begin the afternoon by going snorkeling. This always looked like it was fun from what I’d seen on television. It was a pretty thing to see the different species and colors of fish swimming in the crystal-clear water. The tour guide took us to a small body of water a few miles from the luxurious hotel/resort we were at. The location was great for swimming, with lots of swimmers and snorkelers all around us. Some of the people went into a cavern a few feet from where we were, but the guide said it was too dangerous for us to go. We finished up this adventure and were ready for another, so our guide took us to a land cave that was safe enough to explore. The cave was dark and damp and filled with bats. We went in one side through a long tunnel, which ended on the other side of the cave. As we were heading back to the ship, the guide informed us of the bonfire dance happening tonight, asking if we were going. We knew this was a big attraction for tourists, so we couldn’t pass it up. We all said yes. According to the travel bureau, the bonfire would feature dinner cooked over a fire pit, music, native dance rituals, and a full bar—all on the beach. We’d enjoyed the events that took place so far but knew they were coming to an end, so we enjoyed the last night on the beach by making love. It was great feeling, the waves crashing onto the shore and upon us. I have to admit, this was a great getaway. I really enjoyed it, and I told Jackie. Not surprisingly, she responded the same way.

  5

  IT’S been two weeks since I kicked it with the fellas, which means I had to come up with a story for where I been. I also would have to make up for the slack I left to prove to Silencer I was serious about moving up in the clique. It was a cold night. Wasn’t nobody out but a few lookout boys and a few runners. The runners was the customers from smokehouses coming to get the crack. I got to the spot ready to get busy serving packs. While walking up the stairs, I came up with an excuse for my disappearance: my mother was in the hospital dying from cancer. I got up to the door hoping they would believe me. If not, my whole operation would be jeopardized. Three knocks, I was in.

  “What up! Missing in action” came from Red.

  “Shit, just came back from down south, putting my momma to rest,” I told him.

  “Word. What happened?” asked Do-Dirt and Scooby.

  “She had cancer.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. That shit be taking a lot of people. That’s how my grandmother died, dog,” Silencer said as he dapped me and told me I was up.

  That was easy. I thought it would be much harder. I hope it’s over at that. You never know what Silencer really be thinking, he so quiet. I took my coat off, got comfortable, and waited for the customers to come.

  Do-Dirt and Red were doing the usual, playing Madden, so I took the opportunity to get more acquainted with Scooby and Silencer. I started telling them about how my mother was fine and how she suddenly just started to shut down. I said I was holding her hand all while she was on the breathing machine in the hospital. Silencer asked me if she was suffering, because he remember when his grandmother had cancer, she was in a lot of pain before she died. I was glad to see he had a soft side and we had something to connect on (thanks to the bureau), so I kept on going. I told him that she wasn’t at first. I remember her working up until her doctor appointments became so frequent, she had to stop working. But anyway, I was like, yeah she suffered in the end. She couldn’t talk or breathe. I was holding her hand all the way through her last days. She looked me in the eyes before leaving. It might be sad to say, but I’m glad she ain’t got to suffer no more. Hope she up in heaven looking down on me, talking God into forgiving me for what I’m doing.

  Silencer nodded his head in agreement. I could tell he was feeling hurt by the way he got more relaxed and how the tone in his voice became calm and almost silent. Silencer was the leader of this crew because he was smart. He knew the game and could get into people’s heads. The people he was leading, not including myself, didn’t have any book sense or much common sense, which made it easy for him to manipulate them into doing as he commanded. This is the way of the pecking order on the streets. You start at the bottom and put in the work until you get rank, getting your own crew. If only the hustlers and gangsters would put more into doing something positive, they could get along in corporate America.

  By now, we was just chilling, smoking one of Do-Dirt’s tightly rolled blunts. The customers was coming but only in spurts. One minute it would be slow. Then it would be like twenty customers in one whop. The weather was freezing outside had something to do with it. But anyway, the work was moving. I went through $3,000 in a four-hour period. I thought we would be through for the night. Then Silencer brought out another stash of work he had bagged up. Still smoking, Silencer took the controller for his shot in Madden after Red’s loss. I never got into video games, even as a kid, so I wasn’t too anxious to play. I wouldn’t play even if I wanted to. I had to put in as much work as possible to move up. Things were looking on the up and up. If Silencer was playing the game, he trusted that I could handle the customers who came short or with merchandise. His rule was don’t take any shorts. No change. No sob stories. Nothing other than cash. I did the work like a true soldier—quick, tough, and thorough—sure to make Silencer notice.

  Do-Dirt was a good worker but too immature to be a leader or anything other than a foot soldier—good to put in work. Scooby was too soft to move up. He wasn’t even a good soldier, just kept around cause he and Silencer was schoolmates. Red, on the other hand, was a true contender. He was already Silencer’s best worker. He was the enforcer. He punished Scooby, Do-Dirt, and the customers when they fucked up or got out of line. If I were to move up and not cause any drama in the clique, I had to get in real good with Red as well as Silencer so Red didn’t feel like he was being shortchanged. If there was any tension between us, he might not have my back if needed.

  I finished off my work the next morning. By ten, I was done ready to go get some sleep. Everyone else had fallen asleep around five. Before leaving I count checked with Silencer. He was the only one up. Not surprisingly, I never seen him get more than six hours of sleep since I was initiated into the crew. I told him I would be back later.

  I went to my apartment to get some much-needed sleep and to update my file with the progress of the case. I kept the file in a covered hole in the closet wall so no one could find them. After updating the information, I took a shower before crashing on the couch. I slept for a few hours, waking up feeling refreshed. I made something to eat from the few groceries I had in the refrigerator: a hamburger, fries, and a glass of cherry Kool-Aid. While eating, I called Jackie. It had been two days since I seen her, hoping she would talk and not be mad because I didn’t come home. I got her on the phone. I could tell she was mad by the way she answered. Guess she does have a limit to her tolerance. She immediately cussed me out, saying, “Where the fuck you at, and where you been?” I responded I was at my friend’s house last night because I got too drunk to come home, and the other night, I was trying to see if I really wanted to take this relationship to the next level. She said, “Well, do you? I said yes. Her comeback was “Well, get your ass here and fuck the shit out of me.”

  I had to do it good so she could forget about the whole situation or I’d hear her fuss or mess up the bond we have. I also would have to tell her I had started hustling to prevent any future arguments over why I didn’t come home. I’ll tell her I don’t keep any of the stuff or money in the house
and I have my old apartment as a stash house. To pull this shit off, I think I’m going to have to do some serious vagina eating. Let me throw on a new set of clothes so I can get out of here.

  During the unusually long drive over to her house, I was thinking about what I was into. I had moved in with the crew fast. I got into a serious relationship with a woman that I love just as much as I do Marcy—not supposed to happen—and I haven’t talked to Marcy or the kids in two months. It always works better for undercover agents to bury their real life just as deep as their cover so they don’t expose any weakness—rule number one from training.

  I stopped off at the flower shop on my way to Jackie’s house to get some roses to make my apology more sincere. I picked a dozen—eleven red roses with a single white rose in the center. This was a great combination. I hope she likes them. I got to the house and pulled into the driveway parking in the back of her car. I took the set of keys out of my glove compartment, got the roses, and headed for the door. I opened the door and there was Jackie, waiting with nothing on, looking stunning as usual. She took the roses from my hand as I closed the door. She expressed her liking for the roses, then threw them on the couch before ripping my shirt off. I was kissing her passionately while taking my pants and underwear off to get ready for another crazy-mad fuck session. We did oral, penetration, oral again, and penetration again before we was out for the count.

  We woke at the same time before she had to go to work. While we were dressing, she stunned me when she said, “I know you hustling, Thomas.” I was shocked. For the first time, she called me by my real undercover name, and she found out the truth without me telling her. I asked her how she knew. She said she got her ways and she just knew. Before she left, she just told me not to bring any in her house and to be careful, and she left it at that. If I didn’t know Jackie, I would have never imagined she was as laid back and the freak she was. Her demeanor is calm, her look professional. Plus, she a religious type. I guess you could say that’s a lethal combination, which makes up for the freakiness.