Vanessa smiled. “I like what you’ve done here, Dwayne. It’s the hottest club in Harlem.”
“Thank you,” he said, and took a sip of his drink. “I think the way Bishop promotes Angel is a big reason we’re so hot.”
Vanessa rubbed Bishop’s arm. “You’re too modest, Dwayne. Isn’t he, Bobby?”
Bishop grinned. “Yeah, Dwayne, you know exactly what you’re doing.”
He kissed Vanessa’s lips.
Meanwhile, at the bar, Stacy and Larissa ordered their drinks and enjoyed Biggie’s One More Chance Remix that the DJ spun. Over the past year, with Larissa’s help, Stacy was able to get a job working at the publishing office. It was all part of her plan to gain some independence from Damien, and it gave her time to see Remo on the side.
“Girl, Damien’s friend looks fine as hell. Does he run the club?” Larissa asked Stacy.
“Yeah, but I thought you said you don’t date thug ass niggas.” “I didn’t say anything about dating him. Now fucking him is a totally different thang.” Larissa confirmed with a giggle.
“What’s in that drink that is bringing out your inner hoe?” Stacy asked, while laughing.
“I ain’t a hoe. I’m a woman in public and a freak in bed. Shit, as good as he looks, I’ll be a freak on his bed, couch, and kitchen counter for a night!” Larissa stated as they both laughed. “Besides, I ain’t got nothing on you and Remo’s freaky asses!”
“True,” she confirmed, “Remo be having me catching more nuts then a squirrel. I just wish I knew how he really felt about me.”
“What? The real question is how do you feel about him?” Larissa asked her.
“I don’t know. He’s still doing his music all the time and I’m with dumbass over there, so I don’t know.” Stacy said gesturing to Damien sitting at the table.
“Sounds like you’re falling in love with him, so you better check yourself. As good as the dick may be, Remo is still a hustler, and you know how that goes.”
Stacy took a drink of her Long Island iced tea, and then stirred it with her straw. “I know. It’s just when were together I feel so good. I ain’t never felt like that around any man, and at least Remo has goals outside of being a hustler. Damien just wants to be a career thug.”
Larissa looked across the club and saw Remo sitting at a table with his brothers.
“Well don’t look now, but it looks like you’re part-time lover is sitting at that table back there.”
Stacy looked and her heart skipped a beat as she saw Remo. But she wasn’t the only one to see a familiar face in the club. While sitting at the table drinking with Dwayne, Bishop, and Vanessa, Damien saw his on-the-low girl. Karmen and Damien had been hooking up every now and then over the past year. Home girl was a freak, anytime, anyplace. She was in the club tonight wearing tight black leather pants that hugged her bubble ass, and a black midriff top with long sleeves. She had a dangling sliver belly ring with a panther on it. Her hair was still styled in kinky twist strands like an Afro.
Karmen made eye contact with Damien and licked her lips as she walked to the V.I.P. area upstairs. Damien knew what time it was, but first he had to do something about Stacy.
“Excuse me, I see somebody I gotta holla at real quick.” Damien said as he got up from the table. Bishop had saw the way his son was looking at the girl heading up to the V.I.P. area. He knew what he had in mind.
“Go handle your business, young gun.”
The more Bishop observed Damien, the more he reminded him of himself at that age. Bishop felt a sense of pride that he couldn’t show for Damien. He made his way over to Stacy and Larissa at the bar, placed his arm around Stacy’s waist, and pulled her close.
“Hey, y’all having a good time?” he asked them.
“Yeah, we couldn’t be better,” Stacy replied.
“You know me, I’ve got me a few drinks and some good music, and I’m good.” Larissa said to him.
“That’s good. Listen, Bishop got some work for me to do tonight, so why don’t you two catch a cab home tonight?”
Damien reached into his pocket and gave her two hundred dollars. She took it then glanced back at him.
“Are you gonna be out all night?”
“Maybe, you know how shit can get.”
“Okay baby, be safe.” Stacy said as she kissed his lips.
“I’ll make sure she gets home safe, Damien.” Larissa told him.
“A’ight, later.”
Damien walked away knowing that Stacy wouldn’t ask him anymore questions about where he was later. Stacy glared at him as he moved through the crowd. She then looked over at Bishop’s table and saw them still partying without a care in the world. Damien was heading to the stairs to the V.I.P. area.
“Work to do my ass. He’s been fucking some hoe for a while now.” Larissa looked at her cousin. “How do you know?”
“I hear him on the phone with her when he thinks I’m sleep. He calls her K. Whatever, it just gives me a break from his ass.” Stacy said as she looked over at Remo sitting at the table. “Besides, I got someone else I’d rather see.”
Damien made his way up to the V.I.P. area and spotted Karmen drinking a Blue Fucker. Her titties stood firm in her low cut midriff. Her ass was nice and fat in those skin tight pants. She just oozed sex.
Damien made his way upstairs. This part of the club was cut off from the regular paying folks and under guard. Only certain people were allowed in. The guard nodded at Damien and allowed him to go past just like he let Karmen go a few minutes before him. This wasn’t the first time they’ve gotten together in the club. Damien went to a private room, came inside and locked the door behind him. She came to him and traced her finger down his chest. “It took you long enough to get up here. I was getting ready to leave.”
Damien smirked, “Now why would you go and do that when you came here to see me?”
“You better hope your girl don’t see you with me. I saw her at the bar. She’s a cutie, Dame.”
Damien walked with her to the black leather couch, sat down with her and took a sip of her drink. Then he tongue kissed her. Damien enjoyed playing with her tongue ring. Karmen unzipped Damien’s pants and caressed his dick.
“Ummm, somebody is happy to see me.” Karmen said as she felt how hard his dick had become.
“Yeah, he’s been dying to see you all day.”
“Maybe I should give him a kiss?” Karmen said as she went down on him.
Damien loved the way Karmen massaged the skin of his dick with her tongue ring. It was the most unique head he had ever received. He unzipped her pants and felt the heat between her legs. His fingers found her clit, and she was soaking wet. He pushed two fingers in her furnace and stirred her juices. Karmen let out a soft moan, and then ran her tongue ring down his shaft. Damien needed to feel her. He needed to be inside her. He pulled down her leather pants, revealing her black thong. Karmen turned around with her knees on the couch and her face towards the wall. Her round ass was hiked up in the air in front of Damien.
“How do you want it?”
Damien dropped his pants and began to rub her ass. Then he slapped it. The sting made Karmen excited. He squeezed her ass, then spread her cheeks. He pulled her thong down over her marvelous bubble ass revealing her pink slit. He used his fingers to open her moist folds. She was on fire and his dick wanted in. He entered her slowly. He pushed his mushroom shaped penis in between her lips. Her warmth made his dick swell and added to his girth.
“Oh God, fuck me Dame!”
Damien pushed in all the way as he guided in and out of her walls. She was so wet, and so hot. He slapped her ass again, mixing pain with pleasure. Karmen gripped the couch with two hands, and started to throw her ass back to meet his thrust into her. She was so fucking wet. Damien was determined to keep up with her. His nut was on the edge. He wanted to come so bad but his nut refused to leave.
“I’m cumming!”
Karmen yelled as her pussy gushed but Damien’s nut still r
efused to come. He fucked her harder and tried to force it out, but it still refused to come. Karmen wanted him to cum too. She flexed her pussy, tightened it twice and then released it. She gripped it again two times. She was holding on to it tight like a vice grip, but still his nut was stubborn. Damien was angry. He wanted to cum in her, cum on her, and cover her with his seeds. He saw his mother dead in her chair. He felt rage and guilt. Karmen heard him growl as he thrust more violently. Karmen turned and looked at him and he looked possessed. She was almost afraid. His nut was almost there. He roared and began to sound more like a beast than man. His nut exploded in her. He shook, shivered, and trembled in bliss. Karmen pulled away from him and he sat on the couch.
She stared at him for a moment then quietly put back on her clothes. Damien appeared to be in a trance as he sat on the couch, eyes closed, mumbling to himself. She knew her pussy was good but she never had a man react like that. She didn’t know what it was but something was off about him.
Stacy met Remo in the back corner of the club after Damien disappeared upstairs. No words were need as they greeted each other with a passionate tongue kiss. It was like air to her. She wanted him so much. Her feelings for Remo had grown, and she feared what could happen if Damien ever found out about them.
“I missed you girl.”
“I missed you too, baby. What are you doing here? If Damien saw us together…”
He caressed her face, and then said, “Don’t worry so much. Ain’t nobody gonna see us.”
“I wanna see you tomorrow. I’ll leave work at 12.”
“I’ll be there.” Remo said as he pulled her close and gave her another kiss. Stacy walked back over to Larissa at the bar.
“You’re playing with fire,” Larissa warned her.
“He’s worth it.”
16
Keep It On the Down Low
February 1995
The next day, Damien was back in the Taft Projects, running the corner. He had four teenage boys on the corner, slanging everything from weed to heroin. Because of the war with the Haitian pushers, Damien keep an AK-47 on him at all times. The Taft Projects was still the same old slum it was when he lived there. Dope fiends and crack heads walked the streets. You could still smell the piss in the stairways. The cops rarely came through. What for? Black people were killing each other, so why would they care?
The only thing Damien didn’t do or allow his crew to do was to try to solicit little kids to buy. Damien knew that they were selling poison to these fiends and they took it by choice. He didn’t feel the need to sell to a ten year old boy trying to get out of these projects. It reminded him too much of himself. Damien got a beep on his pager and saw that it was Dwayne’s number.
He turned to one of the young dudes and said, “Aye, I gotta make a phone call. I’ll be back.” Damien said to him as he walked to his 4-Runner.
“A’ight.” The kid said to him. Damien drove down the street to a payphone and called Dwayne back.
“What’s up, my nigga?”
“Yo, Dame, we got a situation.”
“What’s the deal?”
“Aye, we were supposed to receive a supply of 20 kilos from them Italian mutha’fuckas last night, but they had to leave the rental car in a 24 hour lot in Manhattan. Nigga said the cops were following them.” Dwayne said to him.
“Word?”
“Yeah, I need you to pick it up and bring it back to the spot.”
“Give me the address and I’m there,” he affirmed.
“You’ve got to be careful, my nigga. Jake is gonna be in the area.” Dwayne warned him.
“I got this, son.”
At 12:15 that afternoon, Stacy had already made up an excuse to leave, and was waiting for Remo. Pretty soon Stacy saw his black Suburban pull up the curb and she hopped into his ride.
“Hey sexy.”
“Hey baby.” Stacy said as she leaned over and gave him a kiss.
Remo put the SUV in drive and pulled off.
“I got some good news to tell ya.” Remo informed her.
“What is it?”
“Hmmm, I think it’s better if I show you instead.”
“Come on! If you can’t just tell me you got good news then don’t tell me.”
“Trust me, it’ll be better this way.” Remo said as he took her hand in his.
“Okay.”
Remo took her to Hit Factory Recording Studios.
“What are we doing here?”
“Just come with me.” He said as he walked her to the front door.
When they got inside, they went to the control both. Remo’s partner Nott was sitting behind the boards.
“Hey what’s up?” Nott asked.
“Hey,” Remo said.
Stacy looked up and saw the hottest new rapper in Harlem in the recording booth named Kilo.
“Oh my God, you’re doing a track for Kilo?”
“No, not just a track. We’re doing his whole album.” Remo said to her with a smile.
Stacy squealed with joy. “I’m so happy for you!” Stacy said as she gave him a hug.
“His record label gave us a production deal after they heard Kilo flowing over four of our tracks. Hot 97 has been bangin’ our joint with Kilo all week long. It’s money in the bank, baby. The label is going to be sending us to L.A. to work with this new west coast rapper they want beats for.” Remo informed her.
“I’m so proud of you Remo.” Stacy said as she gave him a kiss.
“Dang ma, I did a little something too. Don’t I get some love?” Nott asked her.
“Oh, I’m proud of you too, Nott!” Stacy said as she gave him a hug.
An hour later Remo took Stacy to his crib in Brooklyn. Feeling Remo deep inside of her was the most satisfying feeling Stacy had ever felt. She was falling in love with Remo, but still unsure on how he really felt about her. Stacy lay on top of Remo with her head on his chest.
Remo caressed her face and said, “Let me ask you something?”
She looked up at him. “What?”
“Do I make you happy?”
“Yes you do. I know we don’t discuss it but I do care about you. Now that you’ve got this music thing happening, I know you’re gonna have all kinds of women coming after you. Hell, I know you’ve already got other women in your life now. I can’t be mad at you.”
“Listen Stacy, I done slept with plenty of girls before and after you. I’ve always kept it real with you, but to be honest with you, for a while you’re the only woman I’ve been with. You’re the only woman I wanna be with. Out of all the girls I fuck with you’re the only one I talk to about everything.” Remo said as he stroked her hair.
“What are you saying?”
“I don’t wanna share you anymore. I know you’re scared to leave old boy, but I’m gonna take care of you.”
“You don’t know Damien the way I do.”
“Listen, that nigga might be crazy but my 45 can cure that. If he hurts you, or wants to come after me, then I’ll arrange for him to see his momma again. That is plain and simple, but I want you by my side.”
Stacy looked into his eyes, and for the first time she felt secure in his arms. Stacy took her hand and found Remo’s hard penis. She slid it inside her and made love to him again.
Dwayne was in his office at The Blue Angel, going over some paper work. He had been working on a new deal with a connect he made with a drug dealer in Miami. He knew Bishop would be mad, but he didn’t care. As the months went by, Dwayne was growing sick of Bishop and his old school ways of doing business. He heard a knock on his office door.
“Come in.”
The door opened. Vanessa was standing there, wearing a sexy white mini-dress with her Coach bag over her shoulders . She was wearing her hair in long, blonde locks down around her shoulders. Everything about her thick, smooth body was perfect.
“Vanessa,” Dwayne said, surprised to see her.
“Hello, Dwayne.”
“It’s nice of you to drop by. W
here’s Bishop?”
Vanessa walked in and closed the door behind her.
“Bishop is doing what Bishop does. I was just shopping and I decided to see you.” Vanessa said with a smile.
“You know you shouldn’t be here.” Dwayne said to her as he got up from his chair and walked around his desk towards her.
“Why not? Are you sacred of me or Bishop?”
“I ain’t sacred of Bishop, and I ain’t sacred of you either.”
Dwayne knew what was about to happen. He knew he shouldn’t give in, but what’s a man to do when a woman so beautiful wanted to seduce you? Perhaps the obvious, so Dwayne put his hand behind her neck and pulled her close to him and kissed her lips. He had often thought about what her lips would feel like touching his, and soon he wanted to taste the rest of her, too. She sat on the top his desk and Dwayne kissed her thick inner thighs until he reach the center. Vanessa moaned feeling his lips on her skin. He inhaled her sweat essence, and then pulled her white thong to the side and tasted her.
Dwayne grabbed her ass with two hands and pulled her into him. His tongue had found her clit and he licked it till it had become swollen. Vanessa shivered as she came more and more into his mouth. It was as if he was sucking her soul dry with each slurp. The sensation was so intense that she tried to pull away, but Dwayne wouldn’t let her escape as he continued to eat her out. He rubbing his tongue at the bottom rim of her pussy where no man has gone. Soon she was bucking and moaning as she felt her orgasm coming hard. Dwayne continued his journey down south, and his tongue glazed over her anal rim causing Vanessa to orgasm more intensely then she ever had in her life.
“Ooooooh my God…Sshhhitt!” she cried out not believing it was herself screaming.
Dwayne picked her up and threw her down on the couch. As she put her legs in the air, her mini-skirt was around her waist as her fat round ass was exposed. Dwayne pulled her thong up and off, undid his pants, and flipped out his long hard dick like a switchblade. Vanessa stared at his long penis with excitement, bracing herself for the pipe that was about to ram through her walls. He parted her legs and penetrated deep inside of her forcing her to exhale deeply. Dwayne moaned softly at how wet and warm her pussy was. This was that premium phat pussy you couldn’t find in any hood. Dwayne lived out his dirtiest fantasies while fucking the shit out of Vanessa’s pussy. It was more than how good her pussy felt that Dwayne enjoyed. It was just the joy of seeing a woman so refined and sophisticated as Vanessa, moaning and groaning like a porn star, that turned him on even more. There was nothing gentle or tender about the way Dwayne pushed her ankles behind her head as he bashed her gushy pussy in. This was the definition of fucking. After they both were physically worn out from sexing each other, Dwayne laid with Vanessa on the couch.
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