Trust No Bitch 2

by Ca$H

  “First of all I didn’t do that for you. My reasons for doing anything I do is for self-preservation. I understand that this game is like a ticking time bomb; you gotta get yours and get the fuck out the way before shit blow up. You walked in and sat on a thrown with many thorns. I just hope you don’t get stuck in your ass before you decide to get up,” she said then looked out the window.

  “And you said that to say what?” His brow was furrowed.

  “You’re a smart man Kiam and when all the pieces are out in the open you will know what I am saying.”

  “Don't talk in riddles, if there's something I need to know spit that real shit.”

  “No, there's no big revelation, I just know that don't nobody love you more than they love themselves.”

  Kiam backed up a little because he could see that Treebie’s words was more of a caution than slick words or a dry snitch. On the real she had just given him a coded warning and he had to respect her for that. In that moment he realized he needed to keep her close to him. Not only was she official, her gunplay was ridiculous and if nothing else she would have a nigga's back.

  In regards to her statement he replied, “I’ma leave that alone for now.” He would allow time to reveal its hand.

  Treebie nodded in agreement.

  “I want you to do something for me,” said Kiam, moving on to the subject that was heavily on his mind. “Put your ear to the streets and find out whatever you can about those niggas that call themselves Blood Money.”

  “No problem,” Treebie said, looking over at him watching for any sign of a set up.

  “Why you looking at me like that?” he asked.

  She looked in his eyes and quickly deduced that he didn't know anything. “You know I owe yo ass for feeding me dead muthafuckas,” she played it off, yet she was serious.

  “My bad. That shit was just so gangsta I couldn’t help it. I’ll make it up to you.” The smirk on his face revealed his arrogance.

  “Nah, I’m good. Just make sure my paper is longer than the rest of them niggas and we even.” Treebie threw her offer on the table.

  Kiam tossed her words around for a few minutes, he knew that what she was asking for was fair and not greed. “I’ll up your pay two g’s but you can’t make more than my right hand.”

  “That’s cool ‘cause the left hand has a purpose too.”

  “I hear that slick shit.”

  “Don't just hear it, believe it. Let a bitch ass nigga come at us sideways and watch how fast I make his wife a widow.”

  “What if he ain't married ma?” Kiam joked.

  “Well, I'll make his mama mourn.”

  Kiam put his fist out. “You a bad bitch.”

  “You already know.” She hit his fist and they both chuckled.

  “Let’s go see what wet money look like,” Kiam said as he headed to check on the traps.

  Chapter 22

  Crossing the Line

  “Hello,” JuJu answered his cell with a groggy voice.

  “Why you sound like that,” Bayonna teased as she whipped her silver two-door 2012 BMW M6 around the corner heading to his house.

  “I just got back from the gym. I was about to take a nap, what’s up?”

  “Nothing. I left my CD’s and bag in your car.” When they got back from the New York run last night she had been so tired she just got out the car and left everything.

  “Can’t you get ‘em later? I’m laying down.” He was stretched out on his bed in a towel and not trying to move.

  “No. I need my shit and I don’t trust you. You'll be done let somebody take my stuff. Just come open the door, I'm already out front.”

  “Damn, you a brat.”

  “Are you going to open the door or what man?” she whined.

  JuJu sighed then sat up. “Alright, hold up,” he relented.

  Before he could get to the door she was ringing the bell and knocking. When he opened it he just looked at her like she was crazy.

  “Why you just standing there? You got a little hottie up in here?” she asked, looking down at his towel.

  “Come get these keys so you can be out and I can get some fuckin' sleep,” he growled.

  “Eww. Aren’t we pleasant today?” She walked past him.

  JuJu closed the door then limped to the kitchen counter.

  “What happened to you?” Bayonna asked like a concerned parent.

  “Ain’t nothing, I was balling and pulled a muscle in my leg, but it’s all good.” He grabbed the keys off the hook and passed them to her.

  “Aww, you gotta be careful.” She reached out and took them then headed to his garage. Bayonna popped the locks and fumbled around collecting her music and her Louie bag.

  When she came back in JuJu was sitting on a stool with a look of pain all over his face. “You gotta hit the streets tonight?” she asked, passing him his keys.

  “Yeah, I’ll be a'ight I just need to rest it for a little while.” He stood up and grimaced from the pain that shot up the back of his leg.

  “Nah, I got you. Go lay down.”

  “Huh?” JuJu looked up at her with suspicion.

  Bayonna's expression revealed nothing conniving but her thoughts were a whole 'notha story. “Just go lay down and let me hook you up real quick. Before I got caught up in this fast life, I went to school for muscle therapy.” She sat the CD’s on the counter, her bag on the floor, threw her jacket on the couch then took his hand leading him to his bedroom.

  He looked at her again to reassess her intentions but saw nothing different in her eyes than he had seen moments ago.

  “You got some baby oil or something?” she asked with innocence that disguised her true intentions. She had been sizing JuJu up for a minute and now was the perfect opportunity to turn his young ass out.

  “Yeah, the baby oil is under the sink.” He pointed towards the bathroom.

  “Alright, lay down.”

  JuJu got on the bed and laid on his stomach. Bayonna returned, placed the oil on the dresser then began taking off her pants.

  “Yo, what you doin’ shorty?” JuJu questioned.

  “Stop being so scary and relax. I don’t want to get this on my clothes.” She pointed to the bottle then pulled her shirt over her head. She grabbed her cell, tuned the Pandora to the R. Kelly station and sat it on the dresser. Seems Like You’re Ready boomed through the room as she moved slowly preparing herself.

  Temperatures rising,/And Your body's yearnin' for me./Girl, lay it on me,/I place no one above thee,/Oh, take me to your ecstasy./It seems like you're ready (seems like you're ready)./Girl are you ready,/To go all the way?

  JuJu watched as she walked over to the bed in a hot pink thong and tank top which lay perfectly over her hot pink lace bra. He couldn't resist glancing down at that camel's toe that was on display between her thighs; it had her thong on swole.

  Bayonna climbed on the bed and began working her magic. “Okay breathe in and out and relax,” she directed him.

  “Fuck,” he yelped as she got deeper into the muscle. He grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it to muffle his cries.

  Men are always tough until they get sick or get hurt then they bitch up. “Stop crying and man up.” she giggled.

  “Fuck that shit, it hurts. You're tryna punish a nigga.”

  “Trust and believe if I wanted to punish you I could put some real pain on that ass.”

  “Shorty, you ain't talking about shit. I can withstand whatever. C'mon, do what you do.” He issued a challenge.

  “No, you're the one who's not talking about nothing.” Bayonna slid her hands up and down his leg, purposely getting close to his inner thigh.

  “You better be careful something might jump up at you,” he joked as he began to feel relief.

  I hope so. She poured more oil in her hands and began to work his lower back.

  “Why you all the way up there?”

  “I have to work the whole side or it will seize up somewhere else,” she explained as she c
limbed up his body and moved her hands all over his back.

  JuJu closed his eyes and enjoyed the precision of her touch. “Damn,” he mumbled as she rested her pussy on the small of his back and worked his shoulders. His dick boned up as he felt the heat that came from between her thighs.

  “You like?” she asked softly.

  JuJu didn't know if she was talking about the massage or that plump pussy that was pressed against his back. All he knew was that if he didn't stop her he damn sure wasn't gonna be able to stop himself. He lifted his face out of the pillow. “I’m good ma,” he said, trying to end her unintentional foreplay before they crossed the line.

  Bayonna ignored him. “Relax, I’m almost done. Flip over.”

  “Huh?”

  “Why you always say huh when you know you heard me?” She lifted up slightly. “Turn over.”

  “I’ma turn over but don’t be tryna touch shit that'll lead to trouble,” he warned as he slowly turned onto his back and rested his hands behind his head.

  “No put them straight out.” She sat on his waist and met the steel that he carried in his pants while guiding his arms where she wanted them to rest.

  JuJu looked into her eyes. “A'ight, shorty, I'm warning you. Keep playing around with a nigga and something gon' pop off.”

  Bayonna poured oil in her hands and rubbed his shoulders and neck then up and down his arms. As she slid her hands down his chest she locked eyes with him and sucked in her bottom lip very seductively. “You got all this dick and trying to be all stingy with it.” She slid down his length sending heat through his whole body. “Break a bitch off.” Her voice was thick with lust.

  “You ain’t ready for all this dick. And you damn sure ain't ready for what comes with it.”

  “Is that what you think?” she asked a little over a whisper as she reached for the opening of his towel.

  “That’s what I know.”

  Bayonna ignored him and grabbed him firmly in her hand and began massaging up and down his length. Damn little nigga holdin' like a muthafucka. She caressed him, allowing the oil to guide her strokes. “Why don’t you stop playing and fuck with a bitch?” She laid his dick up on his stomach and rested against it.

  “I don’t fuck with friends like that,” he said, placing his hands back behind his head.

  “I’m not your friend.” She leaned down closer to his mouth as she rocked gently back forth on his pole causing it to swell to full potential. “Can I kiss your lips?” she leaned in resting her breasts on his chest.

  Normally JuJu would never kiss a female in the mouth but it was something in her eyes that said, I’m yours. His dick screamed, Nigga get that pussy. He licked his lips then responded. “Gon' get you a kiss then fall back.”

  Bayonna heard that boss shit but she was a boss too. She wasn't letting his young behind turn her down. She traced his lips with the tip of her tongue then slid it in his mouth and took his breath away. “I wanna ride this dick,” she whispered then kissed him deeply.

  JuJu gave up trying to front and surrendered to what he really had been wanting the whole time. He reached up and pulled her thong to the side. “Lift up,” he commanded.

  Bayonna did as he said.

  Grabbing his dick firmly at the base he said, “Handle ya business.”

  She smiled impishly and slid down his length nice and slow. “Ssss,” he hissed as her tightness caressed every inch of him. He placed his hands behind his head and watched her do her thing.

  Bayonna moved gracefully up and down as small moans slipped from her lips. When she dropped her head and began rotating her hips he closed his eyes and bit into his bottom lip. She lifted her head and rose to the top of his dick allowing only the head access as she squeezed her muscles tightly each time he moved in and out.

  “Damn baby,” he mumbled and grabbed her ass cheeks.

  “Open your eyes,” she moaned, continuing her tease.

  JuJu opened his eyes a little as he tried to get deeper inside her. Bayonna held her position causing him to crave her every movement.

  “I want you to be mine,” she whispered heavily and kissed his lips.

  “Stop playing with this dick and let me make you mine,” he responded as anxiety rose in his nuts.

  “I’m not sharing you,” she said, laying down the foundation of their new unspoken relationship.

  “Same here,” he confirmed. JuJu grabbed her around her back and pulled her to him taking over. With her chest firmly against his he planted his feet into the mattress and stroked up fast and hard causing her to climb his chest.

  “Baby wait,” she moaned breathily.

  “I thought you wanted to be mine?” he taunted and continued to handle his business.

  Bayonna tried to escape all those inches but he held her down so he could make her walls regret the offer. Bayonna knew that it was an advantage and a disadvantage of fucking with a young boy. The disadvantage was most were half man/half rabbit, although they could rock up often they couldn't last very long. But if you could train them to slow the fuck down that young dick was to die for.

  Pushing herself up she tried to gain back control. “Wait baby, I wanna come, let me do it.” She looked down into his hungry eyes, leaned back and grinded on him just right to hit her spot.

  “Relax baby so you can enjoy your pussy,” she moaned as she reached for his hand putting his fingers on her clit. “You work that and let me work this.” She leaned her head back and moved skillfully on his dick.

  The room filled with their passion as they moved to the beat of their hearts. JuJu watched his pole get juicier as she came for the second time. Shaking and moaning his name, Bayonna leaned forward and grabbed his hands locking his fingers with hers.

  When she regained some of her composure he flipped her over, threw her legs over his shoulders and made her know she was indeed his.

  When he finally came he laid between her soft thighs and kissed and sucked her lips and neck. Bayonna had him making love to her when normally he just fucked a female and sent her on her way before her panties could get cold on the floor.

  “Damn you feel good,” he muttered.

  Bayonna was spent. All she could do was moan. When she felt him rock back up inside her she just closed her eyes and held him tightly.

  JuJu was charged and way past ready to go. When he finally stopped she turned over, covered herself with the blanket and fell fast asleep.

  JuJu kissed her shoulders and smiled, and then he got up and placed a call to Kiam. They spoke briefly then he hopped in the shower and got dressed. He sat on the bed laced his boots then leaned over and kissed Bayonna on the forehead. Her eyes opened slowly and a smile came across her face.

  “You can’t hang,” JuJu teased.

  “Whatever.” She nudged him with her foot. “You about to leave? You want me to leave with you?”

  “Nah, I want you right in that spot when I get back. The towels and wash cloths are in the hallway closet and my t-shirts are in that middle drawer.” He pointed at the tall dresser. “I’ll see you when I get back.” He kissed her again then got up, tucked his gun, threw on his leather jacket and was out.

  Bayonna turned over and fell back into a slumber with her pussy throbbing and a smile on her face.

  When JuJu popped out his door Kiam was sitting out front scoping out the block. Missing nothing he noticed that Bayonna’s car was parked in the driveway.

  When JuJu got in the front seat and slid down with a peaceful look on his face he had to fuck with him. “You good youngin’?”

  “Yeah I’m straight,” he slurred like he was high.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah I’m sure, why what’s up?”

  “Bay put that pussy on you,” Kiam teased.

  JuJu looked over at Kiam and shyly chuckled. “Fucked up my whole gangsta.”

  “I thought so, jumping in my shit smelling like new pussy.”

  “Oh shit.” He burst out laughing.

  “Nah, on the rea
l, that’s what’s up. Bayonna is a boss chic and a woman like that will have you feeling like your whole world only exist between two slippery lips.”

  JuJu nodded his understanding as he soaked up the game that Kiam spat.

  “Just remember youngin’ love is good, but tuck that shit when we hit these streets. You can’t bring it with you. When you're with your woman you can be all heart, but when we hit these streets you can’t feel shit but survival. These niggas will pounce on your ass if you bring love out here on the block with you.” He paused allowing him to process the information.

  “Never that, Bleed,” JuJu vowed, pussy nor paper could put that sucka shit in him.

  “In the streets it's beast season 24/7, 365. Then when you get home you make your pussy remember why it missed you,” Kiam reiterated as he hit the radio and pulled off.

  JuJu nodded his understanding and quickly flipped his feelings and got beastly. Ruling the streets by force felt just as good as bustin' a nut.

  Chapter 23

  No Betrayal/No Regrets

  Bayonna couldn't believe that she had actually gone there with JuJu's young ass but the way her body was feeling she couldn't say that she regretted it. She hadn't had any dick in weeks and JuJu had definitely handled his business.

  As she laid there in the after-glow of having gotten some good dick it made her think about Gator for just a split second and she realized that she didn't really miss him at all. His sex game had been top notch but he had been seriously lacking in the boss department. No real nigga would've allowed Kiam to step in and just take his throne.

  Bayonna shook her head at her own stupidity. Had she really been that hard up for a nigga? Her allegiance to Blood Money didn't allow her to permit outsiders to get close to her so maybe that's why she had fucked with Gator? she told herself.

  Yep, he had just been convenient dick. In the end she had lost respect for him anyway though she hadn't admitted that to herself until this very moment. It's a good thing his soft ass is dead. Her thoughts echoed her soul. In order for Bayonna to truly love a nigga his gangsta had to be above reproach. That was just the way she was built. If a man didn't have no balls he might as well have a pussy and Bayonna damn sure didn't fuck with coochie.