Dirty Rotten Liar

by Noire

  “Damn, Dy-Nasty!” Barron spit, eyeballing her stank cutoff shorts that were unbuttoned all the way down to the crotch and showing off her hot-pink bikini thong underneath. “You must have come down here with the cleaning crew because don’t no lady suck on a can like that.”

  “Who said I was a lady?” Dy-Nasty belched and shot back at him. She glanced down at her plump cleavage and let her fingers skim over her thick thighs. “I’m a woman, though.”

  Viceroy laughed and passed the beer back to her, and I could tell that scandalous troll was appealing to the hood nigga in him. “Well have at it then, lil mama! You can kill this one too if you can handle it.”

  Dy-Nasty snatched the beer outta his hand and grinned as she plopped down in the chair on the other side of him. She leaned all up in his face and said, “Oh, I can handle it, Pops. I can damn sure handle it!”

  She popped the tab on the second beer and grinned. “Now that you back it looks like we gonna have some fun around here! You just don’t know, Papa Viceroy! I been on my knees praying for you to wake up, man.” She leaned forward and busted a quick peek at Barron and grinned. “Day and night! I’m serious. I was on my knees!”

  Viceroy looked interested as he kinda shifted his weight a lil bit so he was leaning in her direction. “Oh yeah, is that right?”

  “Umm-hmm,” she said, nodding. “See, what had happened was, I had found a little surprise present I wanted to give you, ya dig? Some real nice pictures that I just knew you would wanna see.”

  She took her eyes off Viceroy and smirked at Barron again.

  “But some kinda way them damn pictures just went poof! and disappeared. I can’t find them bad boys nowhere no more!” She grinned slickly. “But don’t worry, Pops. I’ma keep on lookin’ because I got a feeling them pictures woulda blown your mind.”

  I busted a look at Barron. He had stretched his long legs out and was leaning back in his chair looking as chill as could be. Like a cat who had licked him some real sweet cream. I shook my head. Rich muthafuckas got on my nerves. If there was one damn thing money could buy that you damn sure couldn’t get when your ass was broke, it was peace of mind.

  Dy-Nasty cupped her hand around her mouth and started whispering something secret all down in Viceroy’s ear, and I was about to say something slick so I could break that shit up, but then I thought twice about it.

  Let that skag tell Viceroy any damn thing she wanted to tell him. Barron was getting exactly what the hell he deserved, and good for his ass too! He shoulda never brought that horse-tail heffa down to Texas tryna get at me in the first place, and whatever she put on his ass was exactly what he had coming!

  The barbeque was bangin’ and the music was loud and the liquor was flowing like a river. Barron had just watched Mink slink toward the side of the pool house with Suge hot on her ass, and that clown Dy-Nasty had killed her beer and her shiesty conversation with his pops and was now running up the back steps and about to disappear through the mansion’s doors.

  Barron smirked at the back view of her scandalous hips. He had almost laughed his ass off when that Philly stripper called herself busting him out in front of his pops. He had sat there in total confidence, silently daring that bitch to go ahead and get slick with it.

  And he could afford to be confident too because he didn’t have a damn thing to worry about. The dude his uncle had hired to erase those grimy pictures from the Internet was a top professional in his field. Not a single footprint of those pictures had been left anywhere on the Web. And as a precaution and a little punishment too, the server and the computer at the IP address where the pictures had been uploaded had been infected with a real nasty virus that it was never gonna recover from!

  But still. Just the thought of what could have happened if Dy-Nasty had been able to show Viceroy those pictures sent a zing of fear shooting through Barron’s nuts. He had wanted to reach across his father and choke the shit outta that two-dollar club slut and he couldn’t wait until Suge worked his cold plan and that grimy bitch finally got what was coming to her!

  Barron walked over to the edge of the dock and watched as a large group of people swam, splashed, and relaxed in the warm lake water. He spotted his cousin Pilar chilling on a yellow float about twenty feet away, and even though he still had stitches in his head, Barron couldn’t stop his dick from stretching out and yawning as he eyed her firm, stunning body.

  His eyes swept over the crowded lake and then zeroed right back in on Pilar. She was laid out on her back in a spicy-hot red bikini, and a pair of bright red sunglasses was covering her eyes. Her hair was pulled back from her pretty, caramel-colored face, and her lightly oiled body looked like it should have been the centerfold in Beat Dick magazine.

  As much as this girl wanted to be his, and as hot as that sex thang between them was, Barron knew he had done the right thing by cutting her loose and giving all that shit up. With Viceroy out of his coma and getting back on top of the family’s affairs, there was no way in fuck him and Pilar could’ve kept sneaking around bangin’ each other like rabbits without getting busted. His father had been a real pussy hound back in the day, and there was no doubt in Barron’s mind that it would’ve taken Viceroy about half a second to catch a whiff of Pilar’s gushy on his dick.

  And the last thing his father would have tolerated was Barron and Pilar causing a scandal that might put Dominion Oil in a negative light, and as much as he loved getting up in his cousin’s guts and digging her out on a daily, Barron just couldn’t afford to attract any more heat.

  He must have been staring at her pretty damn hard because out of nowhere Pilar lifted her shades from her face and busted him watching her. Her eyes got real narrow and she shot him a look that was so damn evil that Barron almost stumbled backward.

  He read her lips and caught the words, Fuck you! coming out of her mouth.

  Oh hell yeah, Barron thought as she grilled him with the serial killer look on her face. His lil cuz was about to be a headache, Barron knew. Chicks like Pilar didn’t get sat down every day of the week, and pissed off wasn’t even the word for the look that Pilar had just shot him.

  Hell nah. The look in her gray eyes didn’t just tell him she was mad. That look told him she wanted her some revenge.

  CHAPTER 23

  Pilar laid back on her float and grilled Barron’s fine ass as his eyes roamed all over her. At any other time she would have been dying to give him a nice hot go, but the sight of him creeping out of Mink’s room with sticky cum in his drawers was burned into her memory, and so was the memory of those pictures that had up and disappeared.

  Fuck you! she mouthed, and then hit him with an evil blast from her eyes that was so cold he took a few steps backward and then broke out and disappeared into the crowd.

  Pilar fumed for a few minutes and then she paddled with her hands over to the shallow edge. Sliding her long legs around, she stood up on the sandy lake bottom and got out of the water.

  Her eyes searched for Barron again but he had skyed up and disappeared.

  Good, Pilar thought. That fucker must have thought she was one of those easily faded white girls he was used to banging! He didn’t know who he was fucking with this time, she fumed as she pushed her way through the crowd and stormed inside the house. But he was about to find out!

  Pilar’s firm body glistened with droplets of lake water, and her bare feet slapped on the stone tiles as she stomped up the steps and left a trail of wet prints behind her as she headed toward her private guest suite.

  She had just gotten to the top of the stairs and was turning the corner when she saw Dy-Nasty rushing down the hall toward her with one arm swinging wildly and the other hand gripping her crotch.

  Pilar sneered and roasted that dizzy bitch in her hot glare as they stalked past each other like two snakes slithering in the grass.

  “What’s wrong?” she snapped, letting her gaze drop down between Dy-Nasty’s thick thighs. “Crabs biting that ass?”

  Dy-Nasty cracked
up laughing as she cupped her pussy even tighter and waved her other hand in the air.

  “You so fuckin’ funny, Pilar!” she said, shaking her head just as hard as she was shaking her ass. “You’s one funny fuckin’ bitch. For real!”

  Pilar rolled her eyes and stormed down the hall to her room. She walked in just as her fiancé Ray was pulling the sheets and blankets up on the bed, and he jumped in surprise when she yanked open the door.

  “Pilar!” he blurted.

  He was standing there in nothing but a pair of humungous checkered swim trunks and he looked like ten cans of chunky soup. Pilar busted the guilty look on his face and sneered at his lazy ass.

  “Don’t tell me your big ass was up in here sleeping,” she hissed. “Why don’t you go outside and get some fresh air, Ray? Splash around in the lake for a while and get some exercise,” she said sarcastically. “Or better yet, try taking a walk! Do something besides laying up on your ass or watching television all day!”

  To her surprise Ray swelled up on her. “You don’t have to talk to me like that, Pilar!” he said, glaring at her from his chubby face.

  Pilar smirked as she eyed his man-titties and his jiggly stretch-marked stomach. His swim trunks were a size 3XL and they were still tight around his waist and bunched up between his stocky thighs.

  “What are you gonna do about it, Ray?” she asked, taunting him as she stepped up in his face. “I can say whatever the hell I want to say.”

  Ray sighed. “I’m tired of you disrespecting me, Pilar,” he said without backing down. “And I’m not taking this kinda shit from you no more!”

  “Oh, is that right?” Pilar said, feeling herself as all the rage she was choking on because of Barron rose up in her and she got ready to throw it down on Ray.

  “So what the hell are you gonna do about it, Ray? Leave? Are you fuckin’ gonna leave? Well, get gone, then! I’ve been telling you to do that for the longest time. You finally ready to take the hint?”

  “YEAH, BITCH!” Ray whirled around and blasted on her, barking in her grill so hard that he covered her entire face in a spray of spit. “Hell yeah! I’m leaving, you stuck-up bitch! I’m leaving! That’s what you wanted and now that’s what the fuck you got! I’m leaving! I’m fuckin’ leaving!”

  He whirled around and snatched his pants up from the floor, and Pilar stood there with her mouth open, straight stunned.

  This fool had never opened up on her like that before. He had never so much as raised his fuckin’ voice to her and she couldn’t believe it. She just couldn’t believe it!

  “Ray!” she said, grabbing hold of his meaty arm as he stood on one leg and tried to stick his foot inside the leg of his pants. He stumbled forward and she grabbed his shoulder and twirled herself around him until they were face-to-face again.

  “Uh-uh,” Pilar said, peering at him with her gray eyes squinted up like a cat. “Hold the hell up. Come here, Ray!” Pilar yanked on his arm and got up on him so close that for a minute it looked like she was about to tongue him down. But then she stuck her nose right up under Ray’s bottom lip and took two long sniffs. The first one was bad enough, but the second one damn near knocked her out.

  “Oh, shit!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

  This fat muthafucka had pussy on his breath!

  Pilar was going off like a whole pack of firecrackers as she wilded out and tossed her suite up.

  “What the fuck is this?” she screamed as she snatched the sheets back and saw the outline of a drying puddle smack in the middle of her bed.

  She stared at Ray and then caught a quick flashback of Dy-Nasty coming down the hall gripping her stank pussy like it was sore. And then an even uglier flashback hit her that fucked her up even more.

  The fuck noises she had heard one night at the mansion when she was walking down the hall to Fallon’s room came flooding back to her! At the time she had thought Bunni was in there trying to hit on Fallon’s young ass, but now Pilar realized those noises had been coming from Dy-Nasty’s room!

  Grunting. Gasping and groaning. Growling.

  “Yeah! Suck my clit! Eat this pussy, goddammit! Fuck me with that long-ass tongue and lick up all my cum!”

  “You nasty muthafucka!” Pilar exploded as realization hit her and hit her hard. She lunged at Ray with her hands stretched out and started slicing into him like she had razor blades stuck to her fingers.

  “You low-down fat bastard!” she screamed in disgust, clawing into his face and shredding his skin. “You ate her nasty pussy! You munched that dirty bitch out!”

  Ray yelped and tried to cover his face. Pilar went for his neck and hands and got to shredding those shits too. He grabbed her wrists and yanked her arms up in the air. Pilar shrieked and head-butted him smack in the mouth like she had on a helmet. They both hollered when Ray’s top teeth cut through his lip and her forehead too, and blood trickled down his chin and over the ridge of her nose.

  “You dirty bastard!” Pilar wailed, gripping her bloody head as she brought her knee up hard into his fluffy crotch and then stomped her heel down on Ray’s big toe.

  “Owwww, shit!” Ray cried out and clutched his tiny nuts. Pilar reached up and clutched the back of his neck and tried to bite a hunk outta his nose. Ray hollered and let his dick go and grabbed his face. Pilar went to work on his ass. She kneed him in the gut and then pushed her face into his chest and sank her teeth deep into the softness of his right titty.

  “Owwwww!” Ray bitch-screamed and shoved her hard with both hands .

  Pilar went flying through the air and landed right in the wet cum spot in the middle of her bed.

  She felt the slimy dampness under her hand and jumped up like she had an electric prod shoved up her ass.

  She hit the floor running and grabbed a half-empty bottle of wine from the small bar near the sofa. She swung that bottle like a baseball bat and hollered in satisfaction when it cracked Ray right upside his skull.

  “You fuckin’ bastard!” she shrieked as the skin on his head split like a grape and bright blood trickled down his face and dripped off his chin.

  Ray clutched his head and moaned and sank halfway down to his knees.

  “I hope your fuckin’ tongue falls off, you shit-eating bitch!” She stood over him and raged as she looked around for something else to bash his head in with. “I hope it falls off just like your little-ass dick fell off, you nasty bastard!”

  “I’m sorry, Pilar,” Ray muttered as he got up on his feet and staggered toward the door. He was crying too. Not only was his head busted, Pilar had scratched his mug down to the white meat, and his face burned like a muthafucka as tears seeped into the bloody welts that streaked every which’a way across his jiggly cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

  CHAPTER 24

  Meet me in the pool house in five minutes.

  Jock sat on a lawn chair looking bored as fuck as he came down off his high. The joint was packed out. The “Welcome Back from the Dead” party for his pops was getting bigger by the minute, and so was Jock’s funky attitude. With Viceroy back on the scene a nigga couldn’t even get lifted as much as he wanted to. He couldn’t run up on none of these fine honeys walking around wagging their asses in itsy-bitsy bikini bottoms, and he damn sure couldn’t kick back in the grass and puff no chronic or no yay.

  Jock yanked the brim of his fitted down over his forehead and stared at the huge house next door where a big party was going on too. The Dominions were one of the few black families who owned waterfront property in Horseshoe Bay, and even though Jock had spent a lot of summers out here at the lake, he had never really fucked with the neighbors too much.

  Except for the blond chick named Lisa who lived next door and who had been giving him the sweet eye for the past summer or two. Jock checked Lisa and her white friends out as they swam and paddled and Jet Skied in the Bay. Every now and then Lisa would peek over and wave at him all friendly, like white people do, and then go back to screaming and splashing in the water with her silly lit
tle girlfriends.

  Blondie looked good as shit, Jock thought as he eyed her firm, creamy ass-cheeks. Her little blue bikini string was clenched between two sweet lumps of pale meat, and for a white girl she was nice and hunked up back there.

  Jock slid down in his chair and opened his legs wider as his dick got hard. He tuned out the loud music and all the half-drunk conversations going on back and forth, till the only thing in his world was the sexy blond-haired white girl, her smooth white ass, and her nice jiggly tits.

  Jock’s bottom lip sagged as he fucked the girl with his eyes. He was sitting there fantasizing like a mutha about bending her over, twisting her up, and all the other freaky shit he wanted to do to her when outta nowhere she dove under the water and then burst up dripping wet and stared dead at him.

  Jock jumped in his seat. He was busted. Her eyes were locked on his like she was reading his damn mind. And when she licked her lips and held her hand up in the air, waving him over, he straightened up in his chair a little bit and then aimed his thumb at his own chest like, Baby is you talking to me?

  Lisa nodded her head, and then angled it twice toward her pool house, like she was tryna tell him to slide over and meet her at her crib. Jock angled his head that way once just to be sure, and when she nodded vigorously and started walking toward the sandy shore, he jumped up and beat feet through the crowd of partiers so he could get his black ass over there and get at her.

  The last thing Jock was thinking about was putting on a helmet as he plunged into that tight piece of hot white trim. He was on a whole nother high as he cupped her juicy ass in his palms and stroked her so deep he battered her pubic bone.

  The little snow bunny in his arms was burning on fire. She had dragged him inside the outdoor changing room and jumped his chocolate bones. Without hesitating, she had dropped down to her knees and yanked Jock’s shorts down with her. He had almost screamed like a bitch as she went to work sucking his dick like it came in thirty-one delicious flavors.