Knee Deep in the Game

by Boston George

  “Well, here’s my card. If you remember anything give me a call,” the Chinese Detective said, handing Fresh his card.

  “Yeah, right!” Fresh chuckled, tossing the card in the trash right in front of the detective. “I already told you. I don’t know shit.”

  “What’s good, my dude?” Pop asked as he bumped shoulders with the detective as he walked in the room.

  The Chinese Detective didn’t say a word; he just gave Pop and Fresh a cold stare.

  “Fuck up out of here with that bullshit,” Pop growled, matching the Chinese man’s stare.

  “We’ll meet again,” The Detective said, backing out of the room, never taking his eyes off of the two drug dealers.

  “Yeah, I’ll see you in hell, cocksucker!” Pop said, slamming the door shut behind the Detective. “I can’t stand them mu’fuckas, B. always sniffing around and shit.”

  “It comes with the business,” Fresh reminded the young soldier. “Where the fuck is Rusty?”

  “He got injured on the job last night,” Pop replied, looking at the floor.

  “Word? How did it go last night?” Fresh asked.

  “Fifty-fifty—we hit up his house and about five of his soldiers. Oh, and Rusty hit up the bodyguard something serious, but we didn’t hit him, but the nigga got picked up by the cops though,” Pop informed as he grabbed Fresh’s bag for him.

  “Rusty took a bullet?” Fresh asked.

  “Nah, he got hit by a truck. He a’ight though, just got some bruised ribs and a few scrapes,” Pop answered quickly.

  “Damn, y’all niggas was getting it poppin last night,” Fresh chuckled as they headed to the parking lot. “This is only the beginning, because I ain’t stopping until that mu’fucka ain’t breathing no more, you dig?”

  “You know I can dig it,” Pop said, placing Fresh’s bag in the trunk.

  “Oh, shit, I see you doing big things while I was gone,” Fresh said, admiring Pop’s new car.

  “You know I had to cop some wheels.” Pop smiled as he hopped in the driver’s seat, stuck his key in the ignition, and started up the car.

  “I’m proud of you, B. For real you a true, loyal soldier,” Fresh said.

  “You looking out for me, why wouldn’t I do the same for you?” Pop asked, stopping at the red light.

  “How would you like a promotion?” Fresh asked.

  “Come on, or you kidding or what?” he answered, smiling from ear to ear.

  “A’ight, this is what I’m going to do to show my appreciation. I got this new corner that I’m about to put work on and I want you to run it thorough, a’ight? I’m going to get workers for you and all that, you cool with that?”

  “Yeah, I can handle that, that’s a dream come true,” Pop responded.

  “Good, because it’s about to be a few changes around here, plus, my man, Tito, will be coming home next week, so I guess I’ll give him your old position,” Fresh said as his face crumbled up from the pain.

  “Yeah, I heard about Tito, I heard he’s a real live wire,” Pop said, making a right turn.

  “Yeah, that nigga do be bugging sometimes,” Fresh admitted. “You two should get along though.”

  “So what’s your plans for tonight?” Pop asked, changing the subject.

  “I’m going straight home. I have a lot of making up to do with Amanda. My other shorty sent me some flowers and shit, so you know she started flippin”.

  “Damn, you slipping,” Pop said as he pulled up right in front of Fresh’s crib.

  “Yo, I’m out, get with me tomorrow so we can set you up for this promotion, a’ight?” Fresh said, giving Pop a pound.

  “A’ight, bet,” he answered as he waited until Fresh disappeared inside his house before he pulled off.

  Later on that night Pop sat on the bench smoking some piff, thinking about the promotion Fresh had given him. This was a big promotion—instead of being a goon now he would become a boss and have his own spot to run. Shit was funny like that in the hood, though, because last year Pop would have never thought that he would be running his own block. Everybody always told him that drugs were bad, but if it wasn’t for drugs he would still have to stick people up just to get himself something to eat at night. Pop’s thoughts were rudely interrupted when he noticed his little sister walking with her head down.

  “Yo, come here!” Pop yelled, waving little Brittany over. “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Mommy stole some man’s money, now he’s upstairs beating her up,” Brittany said as a tear escaped from the corner of her eye.

  “Damn, that’s fucked-up,” Pop said aloud, feeling sorry for his little sister before changing the subject. “So what you been doing upstairs all day?” he asked quickly.

  “Nothing, just watching TV but we don’t even have no cable, no toys, no nothing,” little Brittany said in a close-to-whining tone.

  “A’ight, bet, this what I’m going to do. I’m going to buy you a Playstation 3, a’ight?” Pop said, ruffling his little sister’s hair.

  “You promise?” little Brittany asked excitedly with her eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.

  “Yeah, I promise I’m going to bring it to the house tomorrow afternoon. You just have to promise me you will cheer up, okay?” he told her.

  “Oh, thank you so much, Pop,” Brittany said as she gave her big brother a big hug, then skipped off to the playground.

  “A little girl shouldn’t have to live like that,” Pop said to himself as he watched his little sister head to the playground. Pop’s thoughts were quickly interrupted when he felt his Nextel vibrating.

  “What’s good, who this?” Pop asked with authority.

  “Damn, how many girls you got calling you? It’s Melissa,” she said.

  “Oh, what’s good, ma?” he greeted.

  “Nothing, you busy?” she asked.

  “Nah, not at the moment. Why? What’s goodie?” Pop said trying to sound extra-smooth.

  “Nothing, I was just seeing if you wanted to come through for a little while and chill since I don’t got school in the morning,” she said.

  “Claro,” Pop answered, letting her know that he would be there, using the only Spanish he knew, trying to impress her.

  “Okay, I’m in apartment 11J,” she said.

  “Okay, cool, I’ll be there in about twenty minutes,” Pop replied, glancing down at his watch.

  “Okay, papi,” Melissa replied, pressing the end button on her cordless.

  “What the fuck took you so long to bail me out?” Bamboo growled as he shot Nancy and his lawyer a cold stare.

  “Nigga, I been sitting in this mu’fucka for about eight hours so don’t start no bullshit,” Nancy spat, rolling her eyes.

  “So, how shit looking?” Bamboo asked, looking at his lawyer.

  “Well, basically, they don’t got nothing on you, it’s really King that’s fucked since he said the guns and vest were his. All you have to do is keep your nose clean and keep reporting back and forth to court until this shit blows over,” the lawyer said confidently.

  “That’s what I’m talking about, that’s why I pay you the big bucks,” Bamboo said, snatching Nancy’s pocketbook. “Yo, here, make sure you put money on King’s books, and pick up his case,” Bamboo ordered as he handed the lawyer an envelope full of money.

  “Will do, Mr. Bamboo,” the lawyer said, stuffing the envelope in his briefcase. “Y’all make sure y’all drive home safely, okay?”

  “Yeah, you too,” Bamboo said as he slid in the passenger seat of Nancy’s car.

  “This little nigga Fresh thinks he can play with the big boys, huh? I got something for that clown,” Bamboo said out loud to nobody in particular.

  Bamboo’s only mission was to erase Fresh from the earth, and he planned on doing that by any means necessary.

  “It’s about time you got here,” Melissa said, stepping to the side so Pop could enter.

  “My fault—I had to go pick up some yak real quick,” Pop slurred, already fe
eling saucy from the liquor he consumed earlier. Pop had to do a double-take when he noticed what Melissa was wearing.

  She wore some red tight booty shorts with some red furry slippers along with a tight black wife beater. The ponytail that she wore made it easier for Pop to see all of her pretty features.

  “I thought you had forgotten about me for a minute,” Pop said, undressing Melissa with his eyes.

  “How could I forget about you with your fine self?” Melissa questioned, looking Pop dead in his eyes. “So, how’s your family?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

  “They cool,” Pop answered quickly.

  “How’s your mother?”

  “She’s all right, I guess,” Pop said, shrugging his shoulders.

  “You guess?” Melissa asked.

  “Yeah, me and my moms don’t get along too well,” Pop answered.

  “What about your father?” she moved on to the next question.

  “I don’t know him!” Pop replied stiffly.

  “You don’t know your father?” Melissa asked in disbelief.

  “He went out for a snack one day and never came back,” Pop answered, finishing off his cup, only to fill it right back to the top.

  “Did he get killed?” Melissa asked weakly.

  “Nah, he just never came back,” Pop said in a flat tone.

  “Aw, poor baby, come here,” Melissa said, placing Pop’s face on her firm but soft breast. “Did you hear from Fresh since he got out the hospital?”

  “Yeah, I picked him up from the hospital,” Pop answered.

  “Him and my sister is crazy, they always fighting and shit,” Melissa laughed before she continued. “That nigga Fresh bought her a new car and he know she can’t drive.”

  “Word? What kind of car did he get her?” Pop asked.

  “He got her an ’06 Intrepid,” Melissa answered quickly.

  “Damn, he must have really fucked-up bad this time,” Pop chuckled.

  When Melissa got up to pour herself another drink, she started feeling the effects of the Grey Goose. Instantly, her mind went back to the other day when she was in Pop’s whip and how he had made her body feel.

  “Fuck that I’m about to make a move,” Melissa said under her breath as she quickly downed her drink, and made her way back over to the couch where Pop sat.

  “I need to ask you a question,” Melissa slurred as she hopped up on top of Pop, straddling her legs on each side of him.

  “Ask me whatever you want,” he said as his dick got harder than Chinese arithmetic.

  “Pop, what exactly are you looking for?” she asked, looking him dead in his eyes.

  “I don’t understand,” Pop said, leaning back further on the couch.

  “Are you looking for a girlfriend, or do you just want to fuck me every now and then?” Melissa asked, not beating around the bush.

  “I’m looking for a real woman that’s willing to hold her man down when she have to,” Pop answered.

  “Pop, don’t bullshit me, I haven’t had a man in over a year and a half, I’m looking for something that’s going to be real. All the men I dealt with in my past all did me dirty, so if you just want to fuck then I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” she said, hoping and praying Pop would be different.

  “Come on, baby, you know I wouldn’t do that to you,” Pop lied. Little did Melissa know but Pop had been feeling her for the longest.

  “Pop, I don’t want to sound crazy, but if you break my heart I’m going to kill you,” Melissa said seriously.

  “Come on, ma, why you trying to disrespect me like that?” Pop asked.

  “I’m sorry, Pop, I just don’t want to get hurt again,” Melissa said as she gripped Pop’s chin and planted a big wet kiss on his lips.

  “Baby, why would I want to hurt you?” Pop asked as he lifted up Melissa’s wife beater, exposing her pretty round breasts.

  “Pop, if you keep it real with me I’ll keep it real with you,” Melissa whispered as she slowly took off her wife beater and tossed it on the floor. She kissed him one more time as she noticed his empty cup. “Papi, let me get you a refill,” she said as she stood up and slid out of her booty shorts, then headed to the kitchen.

  Melissa’s ass was so fat that her butt cheeks swallowed the red thong she wore. All that could be seen as she walked to the kitchen was her ass jiggling all over the place. The top of her red thong, the G-string could no longer be seen.

  Pop couldn’t believe what was about to go down. As he sat waiting for Melissa to return, he felt his Nextel vibrating. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Nika who was calling. Without even thinking twice, he turned off his cell phone. He knew he was wrong but at the moment the alcohol was in control and the emotions he was feeling for Melissa were too strong to deny.

  “Bring that donkey ass over here,” Pop slurred as Melissa made her way back over to the couch.

  “What you still doing fully dressed?” she asked, placing one hand on her hip. “You ain’t getting this drink until you naked,” she warned.

  Without hesitation Pop did as he was told. Once he was naked, Melissa handed him his drink and turned on some music.

  Once the music started flowing Melissa decided to put on a show for her guest and started shaking her ass.

  Pop pulled out a few singles and playfully tossed them on the floor as he continued to watch the show. He was surprised when he saw Melissa break down into a split; because of how thick she was he couldn’t picture her doing it. Not only did she drop down into a split, but she bounced twice, then came back up effortlessly.

  “Fuck this bullshit,” Pop said as he stood up, hard dick and all. “Yo, bring that ass over here.”

  Once he got his hands on Melissa he aggressively ripped off her thong and tossed her on the couch.

  “Just tell me how you want it, papi, however you want it it’s yours,” Melissa moaned, already anticipating how good the dick was going to feel. “It’s been a long time so take it easy,” she begged as she got on all fours on the couch.

  “I got you, ma,” Pop replied smoothly as he rolled on a condom.

  Melissa’s pussy was so wet from anticipation that Pop just slid right in with no problem.

  “Easy, papi,” Melissa moaned, pleased at the size of Pop.

  He slowly eased his way inside, making sure he was fully in before he started to pick up the pace. He couldn’t believe how warm, tight, and wet Melissa’s pussy was.

  “Mmmm ...” Melissa moaned as she wrapped her legs around Pop’s waist and began to claw at his back. Pop then took Melissa’s legs and placed them all the way back to her shoulders, as he proceeded to get deeper and deeper inside Melissa’s pussy. He watched as his dick disappeared then reappeared in and out of Melissa’s pussy. Once Pop was sure Melissa was broken in he quickly turned her around on all fours and began fuckin’ the shit out of her. With each stroke delivered, Melissa’s ass cheeks jiggled all over the place as she began throwing her ass back with force. Pop tried to look away and not look at Melissa’s ass jiggling in his face so he could last a little longer, but that trick didn’t work this time. He quickly pulled out and came all over Melissa’s butt.

  “Well, damn,” Pop said, smiling and breathing heavily. “I ain’t know it was like that.”

  “Whatever, you just better not ever take me or this pussy for granted,” Melissa said, smirking as she walked to the bathroom. Pop just watched Melissa’s ass cheeks, which still had fresh cum on them, continue to jiggle as she disappeared inside the bathroom.

  Chapter Ten

  “Did you get the flowers and balloons I sent you?” Vanessa asked as she was giving Fresh an oil massage.

  “Yeah, I got them and I got into a big-ass fight over them too,” Fresh responded as he gave her a slight grin.

  “Shit, she lucky I was out of town, because we would have both just been fighting. I would have been at the hospital and you know it,” Vanessa said confidently.

  “Yeah, I know,” Fresh
said, happy that she was out of town on business. “Yo, I’m going to have come back and see you tomorrow, okay?” he said as he stood up to leave.

  “Okay, baby, that’s cool,” Vanessa responded as she watched Fresh put on his jacket as he stood up to leave.

  “Be careful out there in that rain, and make sure you drive safely,” she warned.

  “I got you, baby,” Fresh stated as he stepped outside and quickly ran to his car door so he wouldn’t get too wet.

  Vanessa stood in the doorway until Fresh’s taillights disappeared in the darkness before she went back inside. Fresh didn’t even get one foot in the door before Amanda was already bitching. “Where the fuck you been all day?” she asked, snaking her neck, looking at the clock.

  “Outside!” Fresh answered quickly, not in the mood for an argument.

  “Where at outside?” she asked, looking for trouble.

  “Yo, don’t be questioning me. I was taking care of some business,” Fresh snarled in a nasty tone.

  “I’m your wife—I have the right to know where you are at all times,” Amanda fumed.

  “Wife?” Fresh said, letting out a soft laugh. “I don’t have time for this shit. I’m going to take a shower.”

  “Why you rushing to take a shower? You haven’t even been home for five minutes,” she asked with bad intentions. Fresh didn’t answer; instead he just went straight in the bathroom and closed the door.

  “This mu’fucka got a lot of nerve cheating on me as good as I am to him,” Amanda said to herself as she heard the shower turn on. Once Amanda was sure that Fresh was in the shower, she went in the bedroom and started snooping around. The first thing she picked up was Fresh’s sidekick. As soon as she picked it up the sound of it ringing startled her, catching her off guard and causing it to fumble around in her hands. Once she regained control she looked at the device that read NEW MESSAGE. It was from Vanessa.

  Hey, baby, I’m just checking to see if you made it home safe, and out of the rain, well hit me back later ‘cause I’m about to take a nap, you know that dick always put me to sleep LOL ... I’m out, later.