Born Sinners

by Marlon McCaulsky

  “Are you scared now? Dame, trust me. I do it all the time. It not coke or anything like that.”

  “I just don’t like fucking with chemical stuff ma.”

  “Okay, but I want this to be a night you’ll never forget ‘cause I know you be getting females all the time. I want you to remember me.” Trina said modestly.

  “I ain’t gonna forget about a girl that looks like you.”

  “Well, how about we share a pill?” Trina said as she took out half a pill from the bag and dropped it in his drink and the other half in hers.

  She pulled down the straps from her dress and it fell to the ground. Damien saw the prettiest golden brown titties he’s ever seen before. Trina walked over to him with the drinks.

  “Bottoms up,” she said to him as he took the glass.

  She toasted him and took a sip. Damien took a drink of his champagne as Trina unbuttoned his shirt. Her kisses on his chest felt good as he continued to drink. Trina stepped back, downed the rest of her drink, walked to the king size bed with the fresh covers, pulled down her black thong, and tossed it at Damien. He smiled, knocked back the rest of his drink, and walked over to her.

  Trina lied on the bed, parted her thighs and showed Damien her wet pink pussy. Damien unzipped his pants, climbed on top of her, and kissed her titties. Then he moved down to her stomach. He noticed her freshly shaven pussy and licked her clit. He licked around the hood of her clit, pushing it back and fully exposing how stiff it was. It had been a while since Damien had gone down on a woman. The last girl he blessed was Stacy, but he was feeling very freaky tonight and decided to feast on Trina’s sexy ass. Damien’s tongue game was in rare form as he licked, sucked, and flicked Trina’s sensitive clit. Lots of saliva poured out of his mouth as his tongue rolled back and forth over her swollen clit. Trina moaned as she came in his mouth.

  Damien then made his way back up her soft body. She grabbed his dick and massaged her clit some more with the head of his penis. Damien started to feel the effects of the ecstasy in his system. He became more relaxed, and a sense of bliss came over him. Trina smiled, as she knew that the E had begun to kick in. She slowly pushed his hard dick into her wet pussy and they sexed each other like animals in heat. This was the most erotic sex Damien had ever had. They fucked each other for over six hours before both of them fell out exhausted from their sexual frenzy.

  Damien ended up staying in Miami after King returned to New York to spend time with Trina. He had never enjoyed being with a girl this much, not even Stacy. It wasn’t just the explosive sex they would have twice a day. It was the natural chemistry they both shared. Damien opened up to her about his life, and not only did she understand but also she listened. He continued to take ecstasy with Trina when they had sex, feeling like it enhanced the experience. Damien loved being in Miami with her, and rearranged his return flight to New York to be with Trina.

  “So what do you do ma?” Damien asked Trina while they walked on the white sands of Miami Beach.

  “I’m a student at New York University.” Trina answered him as she held his hand. She wore a blue two-piece bikini and shades.

  “What you studying?"

  “I’m a psychology major.”

  “Oh, so you’ve been analyzing me this whole time?”

  “No, I’m just in my first year.” Trina said and laughed.

  “You have! So break it down for me…What do you make of me?”

  Trina stopped and looked at him.

  “Well, I can tell you’re a very confident man.”

  “I know that. And…”

  “And I can tell by how affectionate you are that you must have had a close relationship with your mother.” Trina said to him.

  Damien got an odd expression on his face thinking about his mother. He had avoided talking about her since her death.

  “I bet you were a real momma’s boy.” Damien didn’t respond. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?”

  “My mother died a few years ago.”

  “Oh my, I’m so sorry Dame. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” Trina said apologetically.

  “It’s a’ight ma. You’re right because we were close.”

  “It still hurts you, don’t it?” Trina asked him as she took off her shades and looked into his eyes.

  Damien could tell how much she cared about how he felt. For the first time, he felt comfortable letting his guard down with a woman.

  “I’ve learned to deal with it.”

  “You don’t have to deal with it alone anymore.” Trina said and kissed him.

  Maybe Irv was right about having a good girl to come home to, Damien thought to himself as got to know Trina more.

  A week later, they returned to New York together. They continued to spend time together as Trina spent the night at his apartment on 142nd and Riverside Drive and went to school during the day. Damien wasn’t back in N.Y. for too long before he got a call from Irv at his apartment.

  “What’s up my nigga?” Damien answered his phone.

  “Same old shit. Thought your ass was never gonna come back from Miami nigga,” Irv said to him.

  “I almost didn’t. I met me a little fine thing down there.”

  “I bet you did. Yo, I found some shit out about that faggot Papa Glock.”

  “Word? What’s up?”

  “I know where that nigga lives.”

  “Where?”

  “Meet me at The Blue Angel and I’ll fill you in.”

  “Cool, I see you there in twenty minutes.” Damien hung up the phone and pulled out his gun from his dresser. This is for my nigga Nard. Time for you to die mutha’fucka, Damien thought as he loaded his gun.

  27

  Somebody’s Gotta Die

  July 1996

  Irv found out the hood where Papa Glock rested at was also near where he hustled. The building was packed with Haitian dudes with all types of heat. The best next option was to get Papa Glock somewhere alone. Papa Glock liked to go to Sue’s Rendezvous and mess with the girls. Damien had a plan on how to creep him, but he needed the help of two specialists. He knew exactly who to get so he headed over to The Kandi Club.

  “Aye, what’s up ladies?” Damien crooned to Chyna and Porsha.

  “What’s up Dame? You back for more of this good stuff baby?” Chyna purred.

  Porsha licked her lips, “Dame, my pussy is still sore from the last time you ran up in me.”

  “Well you know that’s how a nigga gets down, especially when I’m fucking with that good shit. Check this out…Do y’all dance up at Sue’s Rendezvous?”

  “Yeah, we be up in there occasionally.” Chyna replied.

  “Yeah, we’re going up to Mt. Vernon this weekend.” Porsha confirmed.

  “You know that nigga Papa Glock?”

  Chyna frowned, “That Haitian nigga? Yeah, that nigga be trying to get at me all the time, but that nigga is foul.”

  “Yeah, that mutha’fucka be asking to eat my pussy all the time with them thick nappy ass shitlocks on his head!” Porsha said to Damien.

  “Good, I need y’all to fuck wit’ that nigga for me.”

  “Hell naw.” Chyna said to him.

  “Fuck that.” Porsha added.

  “I’ll make it worth it ma.” Damien said to them.

  “How much? That nigga looks like the fuckin’ Predator without the mask on.” Chyna said laughing.

  “You wildin’ ma. How about five G’s each?” Both Chyna’s and Porsha’s eyes lit up.

  “A piece…Where that nigga at?” Porsha asked with a grin.

  “He be at Sue’s Rendezvous on Saturday nights.” Damien said to them.

  “A’ight, you sure them two bitches is gonna get that nigga Papa Glock?”

  “No doubt. Pussy kills. All we have to do is be in the right place at the right time.”

  “So we gonna hook up tonight about seven right?” Irv asked him as he got up from the couch.

  “Yeah. Hey, you still messing with that shorty?” Dam
ien asked him.

  “Tia? Yeah.”

  “Come on dawg! You ain’t really serious about that shit are ya?”

  “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Irv said to him.

  “Man, with all these fine hoes out here. Don’t tell me she got ya pussy whip!”

  “Nigga, not too long ago you were with Stacy and now you with Trina.”

  “Look man, all I’m saying is don’t tie yourself down to one woman is all. Besides these bitches be way to sheisty anyway.” Damien said to Irv.

  “Nigga you sound bitter. Stacy really did a number on your ass.” Irv said and laughed.

  Damien didn’t find it funny though.

  “You laugh now, but that bitch might be doing you dirty too.”

  “Naw, not Tia. She a real woman.”

  “Whatever nigga. You sure you don’t want me to hook you up with that bitch Porsha?”

  “The bitch we paying to fuck with Papa Glock? Hell naw nigga! If that hoe nasty enough to fuck with that nigga, I don’t want no part of her. You better be careful fucking with these nasty ass strippers before your dick falls off.” Irv said as he walked to the door.

  “Whatever nigga. Holla at me later.” Damien said as Irv walked out the door.

  “One.”

  Irv knew he hit a nerve when he brought up Stacy to him. He knew the truth about what went down with Damien, Stacy, and Remo. Irv heard what happened through Tia’s best friend Larissa. Stacy’s cousin was there the day he came after her. Irv was a hardcore street nigga, but unlike Damien, he was raised in a home with two older sisters and a strong mother that taught him how to respect a woman.

  That’s what Tia loved about him. Out of all the guys that tried to holla at her, Irv always treated her with respect, even if she worked in a strip club. Irv hadn’t told Damien that Tia had moved in with him last week. She was struggling to pay rent in her basement apartment and go to school part-time. Irv told her if she wanted to move in with him, she could quit tending bar at The Kandi Club and go to school full-time. Even though she knew Irv was a thug and she didn’t care for it, she knew they had a real connection. Irv knew that Tia was the woman for him.

  Later on that night, Damien met up with Irv and they drove to Mount Vernon to Sue’s Rendezvous. Some say that Sue’s Rendezvous is the hottest strip club in the New York Metro area. Damien and Irv would certainly agree. The Kandi Club was a hole in the wall compared to this. The ladies in here were all top-notch dancers. The type of girls that make you ask, Why is she dancing here? The drinks were almost as high as the lap dances. Because there was no cover they got you with the drinks. Lap dances were $20 for an entire song and they would give you your money’s worth. The asses were so fat and pretty a nigga would spend his whole paycheck in one night.

  Under normal circumstances Damien would be in heaven, but tonight he was here on a mission. He and Irv got a table in the back and waited for Papa Glock to show up. They saw Chyna and Porsha working the stage, and Damien knew they were ready. He paid them half up front and they would get the other half afterwards. After a couple of drinks, they saw Papa Glock. He walked through the doors with two other niggas and got a seat up close by the stage.

  “Yo, there go that nigga.” Irv said to Damien.

  “Yeah I see that nigga.” Damien said as he thought about how easy it would be to blast him right there.

  Damien looked to the side and made eye contact with Chyna and Porsha, and they knew what to do. Chyna was wearing a baby blue halter-top and matching thong, while Porsha had on a red baby doll lingerie set. You could see her pretty round titties through the flimsy material. They walked by Papa Glock, and as usual, his eyes lit up.

  “Hey young ting you looking nice tonight.” Papa Glock said to Porsha.

  “I know I do Papa Glock. What you in the mood for?” Porsha asked as she caressed her pussy.

  “What I always want.” Papa Glock loved the way she looked.

  “You want a dance now?”

  “Always mami.” Papa Glock said as Porsha sat in his lap and worked her hips to the beat of Ginuwine’s Pony.

  Chyna’s job was to entertain his two friends. With an ass like Chyna’s, that wasn’t hard to do. Papa Glock was feeling like this was his lucky night because most times Porsha would avoid him, but tonight she was all his. Damien and Irv watched as Porsha and Chyna worked they magic on his crew.

  “So mami…You gonna let papi eat you?” Papa Glock asked her as Porsha grind her ass into his crotch.

  “I just might give you a taste.” Porsha whispered to him.

  Papa Glock slid his hand up her thigh up to her mound, through her tangled pussy hairs, and he rubbed her clit. Porsha felt her pussy cream and Papa Glock used her wetness to massage her pussy. Then he pushed his index finger in and out of her moist pussy, and then pulled out and licked his finger.

  “Umm, you taste better den I thought you would.” Papa Glock said to her.

  “It gets better the wetter you make it.” Porsha seductively said. Porsha never thought somebody as ugly as Papa Glock could make her this wet, and decided he might be better with his tongue just like he said. “Do you wanna see how good it is Papa Glock?”

  “Yeah mami and you can see my python. How much?”

  “One grand.”

  “Ay mami, no problem.”

  Damien and Irv were waiting outside in the parking lot as Papa Glock and Porsha came out and got in his Cadillac. Chyna was still keeping his niggas occupied inside the club. Papa Glock drove Porsha to a little Holiday Motel not too far away from the club. Damien and Irv were not too far behind them. Papa Glock got the room and took Porsha inside. It was a small room with a queen size bed in it. Papa Glock palmed her ass as soon as they got inside.

  “Oh yes…You don’t know how long a man dreamed of dis pussy here.” Papa Glock said to Porsha.

  “Well you don’t have to dream no longer.” Porsha said as she sat on the bed and spread her legs for him.

  Papa Glock smiled from ear to ear. He was staring at her moist pink pussy as he got down on his knees in front of her. Papa Glock had always had a fetish for light-skinned girls like Porsha. Perhaps it was because he was so dark and ugly that he felt a need to be with a woman the opposite of him. Papa Glock put his face between her thighs and deeply inhaled her aroma, and then he began to lick her pussy lips. As much of a turn that off Papa Glock was to Porsha to look at, she could not deny his skills with his tongue.

  “Ah, that’s it Papa. Ah, ah, yes, papi!” Porsha exclaimed as Papa Glock’s whole mouth was sucking on her pussy like a mango.

  Porsha’s pussy came more and more in his mouth as she grabbed his dreadlocks and shoved his face more into her. Porsha worked her pelvis back and forth, grinding her clit on his lips. She leaned her head back in pleasure as her orgasm rushed over her. She soon forgot how ugly he was. She loved hearing each slurp as Papa Glock drank her juices.

  “You taste so sweet mami.”

  “Yes…Don’t stop!”

  “Yeah, you like the way Papa licks your pussy?”

  “Yes!” Porsha yelled as his tongue sent shivers up her spine.

  “You don’t care how ugly Papa is now, do you?”

  “No, just give me some more papi!” Porsha yelled.

  Papa Glock swirled his mouth around her clit making her bust another nut on his lips.

  Damien and Irv sat in the car outside the motel waiting for the signal from Porsha. Papa Glock got up from his knees, pulled down his pants, and then laid his guns on the table. Porsha was pleased by the size of his enormous penis as it hung half hard down his thighs. Porsha sat up, gripped his dick, and licked the head. Then she slid her tongue up and down his long shaft, which excited him even more. Then, with the skill of a woman who had given head dozens of times before, she licked his balls.

  “Oh shit! Yessss!” Papa Glock yelled out as Porsha took a testicle into her mouth and sucked on it.

  Papa Glock lifted his leg and placed it on the bed to give her more access
. Her fingers gripped his ass tightly and she puts her index finger over his anus. To her surprise, that excited him even more.

  “Stick it in my ass.” He said to her ecstatically.

  “What?” she asked surprised.

  “Your finger! Do it now mami!” he begged her.

  It took all of her self-control not to die laughing as she complied with his wishes and darted her finger in and out of his rectum.

  “Yes, yes…Just like that! Oh fuck!” Papa Glock exclaimed as he climaxed.

  It’s wasn’t the first time Porsha had done this to a man, but it amused her to know such a hardcore thug like Papa Glock was damn near a homo thug behind closed doors.

  “Baby do we have any ice in here?” Porsha asked him.

  “Oh yes…I knew you would be good to me. There’s an ice machine down the hall.” Papa said to her, thrilled about what she had in mind for him.

  “Lay back baby, and let me get that.” Porsha said as she pulled back on her baby doll lingerie.

  Papa Glock lay back on the bed as Porsha got the bucket. She saw his two chrome plated Glock 19’s lying on the table and quietly put them in the bucket and walked to the door.

  “Hurry back mami, Papa Glock not done wit’ you yet.”

  “Neither am I, papi.”

  Porsha walked out and saw Damien and Irv standing at the end of the hallway. With a devilish smile Porsha handed Damien the hotel door key and the bucket with his two chrome plated Glock 19’s in it. Then she kept on walking outside. Damien and Irv walked up to room 112. Papa Glock was in bliss, as he lay naked with his eyes closed on the bed waiting for Porsha to return. The door opened and Papa Glock smiled.

  “You ready to give Papa Glock dat good ting again mami?”

  “Can’t wait to nigga.” Damien answered.

  Papa Glock’s eyes popped open in shock.

  “Bum’ba clat!” Papa Glock yelled as Damien and Irv pointed his chrome plated Glock 19’s at him.

  “Look at this faggot ass nigga.” Damien said to Irv.

  “I’m trying not to look at his naked ass. Nasty ass mutha’fucka,” Irv said to him.

  “What da fuck is dis? You mutha’fuckas is dead!” Papa Glock said to them.