Back in Malibu
After Jazz left, Yay went to the bathroom to call Peter. She couldn’t wait to get him on the line so she could let him know how stupid he is. She pulled her Blackberry from her bag and dialed Peter's number. No time for Yay-Yay’s drama, Peter sent her to voicemail. She called back two more times and was sent to voicemail again: by that time she figured out Peter was doing it intentionally. That was fine with her, one way or the other she was about to burst his bubble by letting him know that the bitch he thought was so innocent, the tramp he gave her job to; is not who he thinks she is. So she left him a message telling him what she found out when she saw Jazz at the hospital and what had just went down.. That was not good enough. She decided to call Jazz; without ringing, Jazz’s phone went straight to voicemail. Yay assumed her phone was dead. She would curse her out another day. She put her phone back inside her bag, and looked herself over in the mirror; she needed more make-up. She went in her bag and pulled out another bag that contained her make-up products. After applying her make-up, she retrieved her Summer’s Eve wipes, and used them to wipe under her arms and between her legs. That's one thing she did not play: bad hygiene. Enough with the bullshit she thought, it was time to make that money... Yay stepped out the bathroom and down
the hall. She walked into the second room on the right; that’s where she kept her stuff. She walked in the room and sat her bag on the bed. When she turned around, there stood the red head dude that had been watching her the entire night.
"What the hell?" She said with her hand on her chest. "Can I help you?" She asked.”
“Did I scare you?” The redhead asked.
She gave him a strange look before she responded by saying,
“A little. Anyway I was just leaving.”
She then began to walk pass the guy but he stopped her.
“Hey, not so fast.” he told her.
“Look, I got money to make and if you ain't spending no money, then I have no time.” She stood there with her hands on her hips. He didn't say anything, instead he looked at her with that same goofy smile, but this time she noticed lust in his eyes. He kind of made her uncomfortable. She wouldn't let him know that.
“After I put on my last show, I'll come check you out. Maybe then you will know what to say or what to do. Now if you will excuse me.” Again she tried to walk past him and out the room.
“Not so fast.” he said and gripped her by her hair.
“You better let my muthafucking hair go.” Yay demanded.
The red head placed his knife to her neck and whispered in her ear,
“Not until I get what I want.”
*************
It took an hour for AAA to come and change Jazz’s flat and another hour for her to get back to Peter's place. After what happened, she really didn't feel like being around Peter. To make matters worse, all he talked about while she was waiting for AAA was how he missed her and wanted to lick on her clit. She was so happy her battery died. She didn't want Peter to taste or touch her. It wasn't anything he did, besides fuck up, and caused her to run into another man's arms. A man that knows what to say and when to say it. A man that makes her smile, a man that calls her just to say how pretty she is, a man that acts like she is the only woman in the world when they are together. A man that's his self when they’re alone and around other people, a man that she gave her love to.... a man that wouldn’t take her love for granted like Pete did. But there was one thing D and P had in common; they showed interest in Yay-Yay..... Ughhhhhhhhhh…
I know this boy didn't go to sleep without even making sure I made it home? Jazz thought. When she pulled up to Peter's house, all the lights were off. Jazz got out the car and walked up on the front porch, reached in her purse and retrieved her keys. She then unlocked the front door, walked inside and shut the door.
"Peter." She called out. Instead of hearing a response from Peter, she heard moaning coming from the den. It was a girl’s voice. She then heard Peter's voice, “suck this dick, bitch, and suck it.” Jazz stood still. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. I can't believe this muthafucka.
“You wanna swallow it? You wanna swallow daddy’s nut? No, get up and let me fuck this pussy. Jazz shook her head in disbelief. She wondered who Peter was fucking. I bet it’s that nasty bitch Sabrina. I saw that bitch looking at me when I left. She didn't want to, but she had to see with her own eyes. She needed to prove that Peter was a scandalous ass nigga. And no, the sounds she was hearing wasn't enough to confirm it. She took a few deep breathes and began to walk toward the den. She then heard a familiar voice. “Ohhhhh daddy, fuck this pussy,” the familiar female voice cried. It couldn’t be. No that's impossible, Jazz thought; these are some dirty muthafuckas. Jazz walked in that den and froze in shock. Peter wasn't fucking anybody. He was sitting in the chair sleep with his dick in his hand. “This my pussy. I own this shit don't I?” Peter said. “Yesssssssssss....” Yay-Yay screamed. Jazz looked from the right to the left, and then behind her, it wasn’t until she looked up at the T.V. that she got the shock of her life…. It was Peter and Yay-Yay fucking, and there was another person watching; it was her friend, Paris.
“You nasty son of a bitch.” Jazz screamed and charged at Peter.
Peter jumped in shock. He looked at Jazz and wondered what was going on.
“I'm about to cummm....Ohhh shit........” He heard Yay’s voice and remembered he got horny and needed to bust a nut. He forgot to turn off the porno.
“I hate you. I hope you die. You nasty son of a bitch.” Jazz screamed.
Peter tried to grab her, but it was hard for him to because of the two cast on his legs.
“Don't you ever fucking touch me. Don't call me. Don't say shit to me. Act like we never met. That's what I'm going to do. You fucking bastard.”
“Jazz, I'm sorry.” Peter said.
He was disgusting sitting there with his dick hanging out of his boxers. She frowned up her face and shook her head.
“You are sorry. You’re a sorry, nasty, son of a bitch.” She then began to walk out the door.
“What about you?” Peter said.
Jazz stopped in her tracks. “Me, what about me? You’re kidding right?”
“You gave Diesel what you were supposed to be saving for me.” Jazz chuckled. “Did Yay tell you that? Well guess what, I sure in the fuck did.” She walked out with her head held high.
As she was leaving, Ken was walking up. Jazz didn't even acknowledge him. She hurried to Peter's 745, unlocked the door, jumped in and went home. The night was too much for her; she needed her mommy. When she got home, she took a hot shower, went to her mother’s room to see if she was home, she was, but was sleep. She shut her mother’s door back and went to her room and went to sleep.
Back in Malibu
It was now 4am and the party was over. The only ones that were left in the Malibu beach-front was Arizona draft pick, Mike Sanders, his female for the night, his twin brother Brian Sanders, Diesel and Savanna. Which was perfect. Now Savanna was able to put her plan in motion. The original plan, per Wack, was to do this party with Yay-Yay and a few other girls from the club. While those hoes were entertaining, she was supposed to check out the house for cameras, safes and anything of value. Which she did. That she knew of, there were no cameras. Safes, she did find out there was at least one in the house. The rich dummy mentioned it when he informed his party guest that he was going to retrieve money to tip the strippers. She didn't know exactly what room it was in, but it was in one of the rooms. Once Wack and his goons came in, they would find out where it was. She had done her part. She looked at Diesel. He was beginning to loosen up. He had been in a shitty mood ever since Jazz showed up. It was obvious that he had some type of feelings for her and from the tears she saw run down Jazz’s face, and the way Jazz slapped the shit out of Yay-Yay, she had feelings for him too. Again, that wasn't her business. What they had was between them three. Now that Yay was gone and Wack had no way of knowing how many people
were left in the house, unless he came inside, which he wasn't going to do until she gave the green light, she was about to seduce Diesel. Not because she wanted to be with him, no, that wasn't it. She thought he was cool and really cute, but the only thing he was good for was money, and she wanted some. Not just the money Wack was going to give her for setting him and his friends up, nope, she wanted her own. She was tired of living with Wack, fucking him and others whenever he said so. No, Savanna, wanted no more parts of the lifestyle...she watched Diesel as he began to loosen up. Before she slipped something in his drink, he was so uptight. All he did was sit on the couch, drink beer and stare into space. Now he was smiling and looking around the house asking where everyone was at.
"The party’s over man." Said Sanders.
D spoke in a slur,
"Damn, the strippers too?"
"Yep, everyone but her." He said pointing at Savanna. D looked at Savanna. "Why you still here and everyone else gone? You got a special treat for me.
Savanna smiled; the drug had kicked in; his speech and the way he was looking at her biting his bottom lip confirmed it.
"I sure do." She said walking up on him.
"I'm next." Sanders’ twin brother announced.
Savanna looked at the twin and winked all the while thinking whatever asshole.
"Come on and let's give them their privacy." MS’ girl said.
"Hell no. We sitting right here. You need all the lessons you can get. Besides I might be next."
His girl rolled her eyes at the comment, grabbed her cigarette off the table and sat quiet.
Dammit, White-girl thought. How in the fuck was she going to get D to screw her bareback with the others around? Bingo...the bell in her head sounded. She excused herself and ran to the restroom to doctor up the condom by putting holes in it. On her way back into the living room, she could have sworn she heard sniffles, like someone was crying. She had no time to waste she had to work on her fortune. Once Diesel nutted inside of her she was praying she get pregnant. She had been taking Geritol for weeks hoping when the day came, she would be fertile enough to produce. When she arrived back into the living room, they had the music playing and the lights were dim. Maybe she wouldn't need the defective condom after all. She thought. Savanna started off by doing a show for the four that was watching. Once she was butt naked, she danced in front of D, giving him all her attention and he loved every minute of it. Like always, Savanna started with giving D a blow job. She stopped right when he was about to burst and quickly hopped on the dick; no one had even noticed or maybe they didn't care no protection was used. Sanders was so turned on by the show, he made his girl blow him off while he watched them. Sanders’ twin changed his mind about fucking Savanna once he saw her pale whit pussy, his dick went down. I love black pussy, he thought as he went to grab a beer and went to the balcony to watch the water.
"Hey man", Sanders called after his red head friend who was running to his car. What the fuck wrong with that nigga? He thought when he noticed his shoes and shirt was off.
"I hope that nigga can drive home." He thought.
Sanders walked back in the house. Savanna was on her way to the bathroom. Sanders shook his head; that nigga nut fast. He then looked at his brother and his girl; they was still at it. He walked over to the other side of the room and chilled by himself.
In the meantime, Wack and his goons sat in the car waiting on White- Girl to give them the green light.
"What the fuck they doing in there?” Wack thought, as he watched the shirtless white boy fumble through his pockets for his keys.
"You see that nigga?" One of the goons said.
“Yeah, something ain't right with that fool?” The other goon said.
“White boy probably was playing that truth or dare shit. You know how them niggas is.” Said Wack.
Wack looked at his ringing cell phone, it was White- Girl....
“It’s five of us. None is a threat. The door is unlocked.” She said, when Wack answered the phone.
“What part of the house they in.” Asked Wack.
“Everybody in the living room. I'm about to go back in there now. I was using the restroom to call you.”
“Alright, cool. We're on our way.” Was how Wack ended the call.
Throughout the night Savanna had been texting letting him know what was going on. She told him that there was a safe and that Sanders retrieved quit a few stacks from it to pay the dancers. She also told him about other little shit that went on. The only thing she didn’t know was what happened to Yay-Yay...all she could think was that she got embarrassed about being slapped in front of everyone and left the party. When she told Wack, he tried calling her but didn't get an answer. He low-key felt some kind of way about her shaking with some other nigga, but wrote it off as a ho being a hoe. “Let’s do this?” Wack said, and him and his two goons jumped out the car. Pistols in hand, ski mask over their faces, the three goons baled in silence. The next words they spoke was,
“This a stick up... anybody move without my permission will be leaving here in a body bag.” Wack threatened
******
“Oh my God; what did he do to me?” Yay whispered after waking up from being temporarily unconscious. She looked down at her body and she was completely naked. Ignoring the pain coming from her head, when she rose to a sitting position in the bed she screamed, “I'm going to kill you muthafucka, you're messing with the wrong bitch.” She looked around the room for her attacker. She didn't see anyone. The room was empty. The bedroom door was shut, but the window was wide open. Yay mind was on getting away. She jumped from the bed, “ouch.” She said when her feet touched the floor. It felt like pain surfaced from every part of her body, especially her anus and coochie. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked down at her feet and her knees began to get weak; there was blood all over her legs. It wasn't coming from her vaginal area tho, it was coming from the cuts her attacker had mad on her legs and feet. That was his way of getting off. I'm going to bleed to death, she thought. He tried to kill me. Yay thought as fear took over. She no longer wanted to jump out the window; how about he was out there waiting on her, if not him, another sick fucker maybe out there. I have to get out of here she thought as she looked around for something to use as a weapon. She saw a hockey stick sitting by the door. She walked over to the door and grabbed the hockey stick. She then noticed her bag on the floor. She went in her bag and retrieved her cell, nervously pressing the red and then the green button trying to power on the phone. After a few tries she finally got it. Once the phone was on, she pressed send by mistake and he dialed the last person in her phone log; which was Jazz. Just like the last time, Jazz’s phone went to voicemail.
“Jazz, this is Yay; I've been hurt. He raped me. I'm bleeding everywhere....” She cried.
The phone made a beep sound and cut off. Her battery was dead. No time to waste, she grabbed the hockey stick and slowly opened the door. Ignoring the pain as best as she could, she made her way down the hall. Getting closer to the living room, she lifted the hockey stick ready to knock anyone’s head off that was not out to help her.
***********
Wack and his goons walked in looking like they were ready to kill everything that was moving. They scared the shit out of the Sanders twins and the girl. All Diesel could do was shake his head. How the fuck did this happen? Diesel thought. This had to be an inside job. He looked at Savanna, she could have won an Oscar for the performance she was putting on. All the crying and shaking she was doing, Diesel dismissed the thought about her being involved. “Alright, now that I have your undivided attention, let me introduce myself and the reason why we're here.” Without saying a word, everyone looked at Wack. He continued, “I'm the muthafucka that will put a bullet in your head if I don't get what the fuck I came for. I'm pretty sure all of you know what I came for. I want the money, lots of it. So hit the safe, let me get what's mine, and we’ll be on our way!” He looked at Diesel. “Where the money at?
” Without saying a word, Diesel stared at the gun man. Fuck them, he was going to die anyway he supposed, so why make things easy for them, plus what type of dude would he be to even acknowledge that he knows where the safe is at.
“Aye, this nigga wanna be hard. Show him we ain't playing.” Wack told his goon on the left.
The goon walked up to Diesel. Savanna prayed silently that they did not hurt him. The Goon raised his gun. Savanna screamed,
“Noooooo don't hurt him.”
Wack looked at the bitch like she was crazy. Had she caught feelings for the nigga? He'll check her once this shit was over. Like he told her, she belonged to him. How dare she give a fuck about another nigga. Ignoring Savanna’s plea… Pow.... the goon hit Diesel in the head with the gun.
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