“If oh … you … you …” Tomica stammered, as I moved my fingers around inside of her, stirring her juices as cum dripped and coated my fingers.
“… we … we … we’ll pay you $500 … damn that feels …” she still couldn’t gain her composure.
With my free hand, I unzipped my pants, took out my dick and stroked it like it was my most prized possession. I began to ease Tomica’s bathing suit off, inch by inch, like it was the most delicate fabric in the world. I was getting ready to do some serious fucking.
Click! Click! Out of nowhere, Tomica came up with a pair of handcuffs, handcuffing my wrists to the wooden arm on the love seat. My stupor brought on by the alcohol made my reaction too slow, I was more drunk than I thought.
Pixilated, Tomica grinned at me as she walked backward. The rabbit had out-smarted the fox.
“Sorry, we don’t do threesomes honey, besides you could stretch a girl outta place wit dat big ole dick.” Together they laughed. Their cackle sounded like taunting to me. I was pissed!
“You are in for a surprise though,” Evette chimed in. Her voice was hoarse; it ringed with feminine mischief. I made a futile attempt to get out of the handcuffs.
“What the fuck is dis?” I screeched. My words fell on deaf ears as I watched the two of them walk up to each other and embraced, kissing passionately like they were sharing oxygen to save each other’s life. They got into the bed. Tomica positioned her head between Evette’s legs. She licked pussy like she was giving me a lesson in vaginal stimulation. If I was jealous before, I was now irate. Evette was moaning and groaning like Tomica knew a trick or two with her tongue. I hate to admit this but it’s true. Women know how to please each other orally better than a man could ever know. They went at it feverishly. I looked on, listening to all their moans and sighs of fervored lovemaking. There was something so erotic and sensuous about watching two women getting it on, as if they were in a zone no man could enter. Together, their bodies entangled, gleamed with a light sheen of perspiration like they were bathing in honey. I had to admire Tomica’s technique as she skillfully made love to Evette’s body like it was an art that was practiced by few.
After they finished, I glowered at both of them the way a man does when he has been deprived of one of life’s greatest gifts–to be with two women. I decided right then, since they wanted to play a nigga like a sucker, I was going to go along with their game, and when the time was right, I was going to get that ass, introduce them bitches to Jesus, and take all their shit. Might even take a piece of ass for trying a nigga. Like a thug determined to make show of my manhood in front of women, I began to stroke myself. They watched in silence, eyes lidded with curiosity at my cameo intrusion on their freak show. Like an actor, I just stole the show. I masturbated long and hard like my hand was the most intimate creation in the universe, and they watched, fascinated. I did not know that women got off on that kind of shit, especially lesbians. I guess regardless of a woman’s sexual preference, in some ways they still bonded to the laws of nature because they enjoyed seeing a well-endowed brotha’s stiff penis. Evette just stared, bug eyed, licking her lips with an intent I knew all too well. Tomica snapped out of the trance that sexually forbade her to go there, and cut her eyes at Evette. Innocently, I continued to stroke myself, now enjoying each moment of it … up and down … faster … faster. There’s a convulsive reaction that no man can resist when he reaches that point. The handcuff on my wrist began to rattle a rhythm that chimed as my top lip curled into a real snarl, and then I exploded in gushes of three jet streams across the room. Evette clapped and applauded excitedly like a little girl who had just witnessed her first magic act. I reclined back in the love seat still holding my erect penis like it was a dangerous weapon.
“Gosh, have you measured that thang?” Evette asked sheepishly.
“Twelve and a half inches,” I lied as I wiped the sweat off. Tomica gave me a look that did not favor me. Like maybe I was overstepping my boundaries. She couldn’t help but notice that Evette was attracted to me. I forced myself to calm down, but shit, these broads were looking like super models. I was drunk and trying to keep the thug desperation off my wary face.
“Stop it! Stop it!” Tomica yelled. She was on her feet, her breasts bounced as she stalked toward me. In the drunken fog of my mind I saw wide hips swaying, a gap between her legs and hair that reminded me of a small kitten.
“Put that thang up now!” she screeched. Her voice a brusque command. I placed my joint back into my pants not trusting my eyes to look up at her, for she would see the brutal reality of my soul. I had no love for hoes. I couldn’t risk losing my element of surprise. For some reason Tomica continued to stare down at me, like maybe she was surprised that I would pull out a big ole dick and choke my chicken. Hell, I spent years in prison jacking off on fuck books and for me it was an honor to have two bitches to watch. I reached out to touch her, actually, I tried to grab her. With feline quickness she scratched the back of my hand drawing blood. Somehow it only seemed to excite me more.
“Evette put on some clothes,” Tomica said over her shoulder giving me a look that said I had fucked up bad.
Evette walked to the other side of the room and put on a black and gold smock. I could still see the outline of her figure. Tomica put on a nightgown and drew the strings like she was forever concealing her body from me. I looked down at my lap at my penis–it had fainted in my pants. I had two gorgeous women in a hotel room and couldn’t have sex with either one of them.
As Tomica unlocked my handcuffs, I fought with all my might to bridle my anger. This playing the role of a lame shit was starting to take its toll.
I rubbed my sore wrist as Tomica talked. She explained to me that they had to leave in a hurry to go clean out the ATM and take care of other matters. She detailed a plan about a jewelry store caper where all I had to do was walk into the store, holler at the top of my lungs and fall to the ground, like I was having a seizure. It sounded pretty easy to me. So I just played dumb, I shrugged my shoulders dancing my eyebrows with an idiot’s smile and replied, “Okey-dokey,” in my best lame voice. For the first time Tomica laughed at me, and I knew it was more of a relief that she found the perfect fool to pull off the heist.
Evette lay in bed on the satin sheets looking at me with her long legs crossed. I just stared at the carpeting, at the stain where I poured my drink, and fought with every fiber in my body to keep my composure, act like a square and play the lame game. Around this time tomorrow, the tables would turn. My plan was to rob them bitches, and maybe even out of spite, handcuff them together and grudge fuck Tomica in the ass for trying to be the man.
“What size clothes and shoes you wear?” Tomica asked, disturbing my daydream. I gave her my measurements without ever asking any questions. Afterward, Tomica walked me to the door. It hurt me to my heart to have to walk out that door not getting what I had come for. I took one last sniff of their feminine scent, and feeling like a rejected whore, I moped past her, only this time I was not faking it. I was humiliated.
I staggered back to my room, lay in my bed fully clothed, drunk and frustrated still smelling the sexual aroma of those two women’s perfume emanating out of my pores. Their erotic performance still heavily on my mind. I felt my pistol, Jesus, under my pillow and smiled to myself promising that tomorrow would be my day, tomorrow the lame would turn pimp. I had a trick for them bitches and as soon as we pulled off the heist, it was on.
Puzzled, I lay in bed in the dark intrigued by the women. They pulled off the credit card scheme with ease. Then Trina’s face flashed on the screen of my mind like lightning causing me to flinch uncontrollably with anger. In my mind again, I swore if I ever saw her again I was going to kill her. What I didn’t know was that we were going to meet again, soon.
*****
The next day at 2:34 in the afternoon, I was startled from my sleep. Someone was pounding on the door. Hastily I grabbed my gun from under the pillow and walked over to the door looking ou
t the peephole. To my relief it was Tomica and Evette. Tomica was beating on the door with her shoe. I had a slight hangover. To my brain it sounded like a little man was hammering on my skull with a sledge hammer. My tongue felt like sand paper, my throat was dry, I was so thirsty I needed something cold to drink. For a fleeting second I thought about opening the door putting my pistol to Tomica’s temple for making all the goddamn noise on my door. Black women can be so ignorant.
I took a deep breath, opened the door, showed them my lame face, blood cracked eyes from my hangover and all. The women stalked right past me, shopping bags in tow. I shut the door, went to the bathroom, pissed like a race rose, drank water from the faucet like I had been out in the desert for weeks. Looking in the mirror I splashed water on my face and washed the dried saliva off my cheeks. I could hear their chatter in the next room. I walked in just as they were placing clothes on the bed–men’s clothes. A black suit with a gray tie. Shoes, socks, shirts, even underwear for me. I had to do a second take at them. Both women were decked out, dressed to kill. Tomica wore a sophisticated, conservative brown two-piece suit with black stockings and low-heeled black pumps. Her hair was stylishly coiffured into long locks of dazzling curls that seemed to enhance her lovely face. She looked like she was ready for another day at the office on Wall Street. Evette, the more feminine of the two, wore a short mini dress showing off her long legs and nice figure. Her heart-shaped blouse exposed even more cleavage with its wide neckline and low cut, hanging off her shoulders. She wore her long hair straight and untamed like a white girl letting it cascade down her shoulders. Her face was rough with what I thought was too much makeup but some men would find it attractive in a way. Her thin Chanel gold eyeglasses set her off into that new cultured elegant beauty that was becoming vogue at the time. She carried a mystic that could make you fantasize.
OK, I’ll admit, these two women so far had amazed the hell out of me. I had not seen one flaw in their game. I was in the minor league, they gave me a glimpse of the pros.
Finally I was dressed. Eight hundred dollar suit, three hundred dollar kicks, Armani shirt, gold cufflinks, the whole nine yards. One thing I can say, these women knew all the expensive clothes to steal. They dressed me sharp as a tack in the finest threads. I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror. In the corner of my eye I could see Evette watching me, too. On my way out the door Evette passed me a leather briefcase and winked her eye.
In the car, Tomica was talking me to death, going over each and every detail of what I was supposed to do once I entered the jewelry store. She talked so damned fast. With her brow-furrowed eyes, she penetrated deep concerns of something at first I could not read, and then it dawned on me, I had seen and felt it many times before: fear. The fear of the unknown, riveting with courage, in the duel of a no compromising mind, when it was decided that there was no turning back. Even though I threw bricks at the chain gang and robbed niggas like it was a sport, I realized from looking at Tomica’s face, in a sense their hustle was no different than mine. They relied only on sheer wit and cunning savvy but we shared that one common bond–the fear of getting caught.
Finally we road in silence. R. Kelly crooned something about his mother on the radio, how she was his favorite girl. As I drove, I made a mental note to call my stepmother. I glanced in the rearview mirror. Evette stared at me with eyes hooded, it was something that I would never be able to read. I told myself that after I robbed them I was going to do something special with her, some freaky shit.
The jewelry store was located in the hub of Tallahassee on Tennessee Street in a shopping mall. It was Saturday and the place was packed. Its pristine décor looked somewhat out of place. Maybe it was how white people were able to dress up places that cater mostly to the rich.
As I pushed on the revolving doors I couldn’t help but admire my reflection in the glass. As soon as I walked inside my heart skipped a beat. I don’t know what it is about white folk’s establishments that are so intimidating. It wasn’t just that, I realized that I did not have a clue as to what these women were going to do. How were they going to pull off such a heist in a classy joint like this? This was out of my league. Playing the lame game had me in the blind; however, I understood that they wanted me to know as little as possible in the event I got caught and turned snitch.
Shopping music played from the speakers as shoppers lazily browsed. With hands in my pockets, I causally tried my damnest to blend in. I checked out the palatial splendor of the joint. It was a very expensive place. Now I could see why they had me dress up for the occasion. The diamonds in the showcase windows looked unreal. So much ice, I could not believe my eyes. Every now and then my eyes would dart to the door waiting for the women to make their entrance.
“May I help you?” a genial voice asked.
I did not want to look up. Out of all these people in the store, she had to ask me. Of course, I was the only Black person. I adjusted my tie and smiled brightly.
“No thank you. I’m just looking,” I said awkwardly to the white woman.
She opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it. After she left, I exhaled deeply, adjusting my tie again, it was starting to become habit forming. I walked to the end of the counter, positioning myself so I could see the door when Tomica and Evette entered. I pretended to be interested in a pair of sunglasses. I tried them on looking into one of them small mirrors that they have on the eyeglass rack. That’s when I saw him, like eyes in the back of my head. I saw the huge white man watching my every step. He had to be the store security, probably an off duty cop. I wasn’t sure but I had a gut feeling. I wondered if I should warn the girls when they came in. I moved on just as Tomica and Evette came in the store. My heart raced in my chest. Should I tell them about the cop? Hell, I had no idea what they were going to do.
They wasted no time, walked right up to the clerk pointing at something they wanted in the case. I looked over my shoulder at the cop. He was still there watching me like I had already stolen something. Shit! From across the store I turned my head just in time to see Tomica give me the signal just as the clerk was passing a diamond bracelet to Evette as if it were a royal gift to a princess. Even from across the room, I could see the diamonds shimmering like celestial stars captured in a delicate hand.
“Thirty thousand dollars,” the clerk mouthed.
Somewhat delayed, I went into my animated act.
“Help! Help! Oh god! Someone help me!” I yelled going down on my knees clasping my chest like I was having a massive heart attack. People rushed over to me including a few store clerks. The clerk that was attending Tomica and Evette turned her head for one split second, and that was all it took for Evette to make the switch. I dropped my briefcase to the floor in an overly dramatic fashion and keeled over.
In a frenzy, white folks were all over me. In the meantime, Evette handed the lady the fake bracelet and they walked over to me as if concerned, only they walked right out of the door. The clerk placed the fake bracelet in the display case and hurried over to me and placed her hand over her thin lips as she looked down at me sprawled on the floor in pain.
“Call an ambulance!” someone shirks.
“Are you OK?” a white woman asked, bending down, embracing me. She had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She had blond hair, and her lips were glossed in a way that made them appear sensuous. Her forehead was creased with lines of concern. Her perfume engulfed me, fumigating my nostrils. She loosened my tie opening my shirt.
“Oh, no,” I moaned pathetically. Now the entire store gathered to gawk at me. I figured about five minutes had passed of my impromptu performance. I got off the floor to the hushed drones of disbelievers as they looked at me in awe, like a dead man walking. Someone tried to grab my arm, told me I ought to try to wait until the ambulance arrived. The white lady that was trying to resuscitate me affectionately touched my arm and told me to wait for the ambulance. I thanked her and picked up my briefcase and squeezed through the throngs of shoppers t
hat had gathered with the number thirty thousand in my mind. I smirked as I rushed through the revolving doors walking out into the scorching summer heat. The car was parked up ahead. As I walked, my mind plotted on how I was going to beat them bitches out of their riches.
Up the street, I saw them standing next to the car with its doors wide open. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. My pace slowed. As I neared, I could see Tomica’s face. Her eyes tried to warn me. That’s when I noticed what was wrong. Tomica and Evette’s hands were in the air. It was then that I recognized the undercover cop from the store. He had his gun pointed at them with one hand, and in the other, he held the stolen bracelet. My heart somersaulted in my chest as my breathing quickened. Without thinking, I reacted like a man does in war, or a lesson taught in the ghetto, the survival instinct kicked in. Raw energy seized my body. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. This was the concrete jungle. In it, life was a conquest of kill or be killed. If gunplay could have earned me a medal, I would have won its highest honor. In one quick motion, I reached into my back pulling out my gun, placing it against the cop’s skull. In the distance I heard screams as people scurried about.
“Move, muthafucka, and I’ll blow your goddamn brains out!” In my peripheral vision, I saw a lady pick up her small toddler and take off running. Pandemonium quickly was all around me.
“Pha-pha-pleeze don’t kill me,” the frightful cop drawled. “I got a wife and two kids.” Cars drove by with their occupants looking on in horror.
“Get his gun,” I said to Tomica. Both women were frozen like statues. They were going to get me busted. I had to move fast. I heard sirens in the distance.
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