by Kareem
Chapter 14
Discussing Biz with Hammer
“Korey, what up, yo? Where you at?” Hammer asked. He called while I was mobilizing.
“I’m on the highway. Just left from Shamika’s crib. What up?”
“I was trying to reach you earlier, but—”
“My phone was off. She and I had a lot to catch up on. Feel me?” I cut in.
“You know I do. You didn’t go over there to make another Olivia, did you?” Hammer said, laughing.
“Nah. We got plenty time to do that. We just kicked it about her not being there like I would have liked for her to be while I was away. She gave me an explanation, though. I ain’t mad at her.”
“What she say, yo? ’Cause not being there for you is no small oversight.”
“She’s into God now and just wanted me to get my head right, absent any distractions from her. It’s all good, Ham. I ain’t tripping. She grew a lot and, for real, put some heavy shit on my head.”
“You still love her, huh?”
“Man, I never stopped.”
“Nothing wrong with that. That’s your daughter’s mother. If anybody deserves a pass for any offense toward you, it’s her. Shamika was always a good girl, though, K. A little crazy, but good people.”
“She’s still crazy. Smacked me twice while I was at her place.”
“What?”
“Hell, yeah. I made her upset by insinuating that she’d been disloyal to me while I was locked up. Not to mention, her ass didn’t like me having Keisha with me the other night.”
“Shit, man. It is what it is. Look, though, K. Meet me at Bojangles, off West Trade. I gotta discuss something important with you. Something real, real important.”
“A’ight. I’ll be over there in a li’l bit.”
“Bet.”
* * *
“K, peep this.” Hammer, having met me over at Bojangles, leaned forward at a table he and I sat at across from one another, eating fried chicken. “My nigga, look at this.” He slid a large manila envelope across the table to me.
“What’s this?” I asked, wiping my greasy fingers with a napkin before I went to check out what was inside.
“You’ll see,” Hammer replied, watching me and biting into his chicken at the same time.
Inside was an enlarged eight-by-ten picture of some Middle Eastern–looking fat guy who looked to be in his mid-fifties. “Who this, yo?” I stared at the pic, then at Hammer.
He looked to his left and to his right, then wiped his mouth with a napkin and spoke with his voice low. “That’s Raheem. In the streets, they call him Fat Rah.”
“A’ight, what up with him?”
“Got out the joint two years ago. That mu’fucka helped the Feds bury my wife and Keisha’s father.”
“He snitched on the old man?”
“Like Sammy the Bull did John Gotti. He was the government’s star witness.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up. Where is he now?”
“Mu’fucka living quietly in Monroe. They had him in the witness protection program, but our sources say he walked away from it.”
“Who hipped you to his whereabouts?”
“My wife got all type of connections, K. She know by lawyers and mu’fuckas who work for the FBI. Her people looked into it. You know money talks. Feel me?”
“So what you got in mind?” I asked, sliding the envelope back to him.
“I wanna pay him a visit. Source says this rat still getting loot on the low.”
“Word?”
“The old man was good to this nigga, K. I know because he told me from his own mouth while we were locked up together. He was hitting him off with two bricks of heroin a month. Made him a millionaire for real, only to have this mu’fucka take the stand on him and tell the court about their business endeavors. Now he’s out eating and living good, while the old man died in the joint with a life sentence that his ass contributed to him getting. I wanna see this nigga personally, K.”
“How soon?”
“ASAP. I got his address. We’ll discuss the plan later. You in?”
“Definitely,” I replied. Like Hammer, I hated a rat. The government used one to convict us. The cat who ratted on us didn’t live in the Queen City anymore. After the government gave him immunity for testifying, he moved to the West Coast and hadn’t been heard from since. As far as I was concerned, if a cat is going to be in the game, then playing by the rules is essential. Or else you face the fury of what comes with being disloyal. Usually the price for unfaithfulness is death. Feeling where my ace was coming from, I was all in on this one.
Chapter 15
What’chu Want
After discussing business with Hammer, we both left Bojangles. He had to take care of something with his wife. Keisha was at the office working overtime on this lawsuit she and Kolanda were near settling. Some unarmed Spanish cat got his ass beat by two cops: one black, the other white. Someone recorded the beat down on their phone. According to Keisha, the cops used excessive force. She was certain that after a year of fighting this case, she and her sister could get a settlement.
I couldn’t get over seeing Shamika and having her chew me out. So I called her and told her I was back on my way to her place. Fortunately, she didn’t tell me I couldn’t come back over.
By now, it was after seven. Darkness had blanketed the atmosphere, and the temperature was at like forty degrees.
“You just got out the bathtub or something?” I asked, seeing her answering the door in her bathrobe and her hair all wrapped in a towel.
“Yeah. Now, what’chu want?” she said, shutting the door behind me, then walking in front of me to her bedroom. Her bathrobe was barely covering her buttocks, and when she walked, they were wiggling nicely underneath it.
“I want you to know that you mean the world to me. Always have and you always will.”
“I hear you.” She sat on the edge of her bed and began putting lotion on her legs.
“And I want to apologize to you for being angry with you over the years for thinking that you utterly abandoned me.”
“I accept your apology. I know when I backed up you wouldn’t understand why I was doing what I was doing at the time.”
“No, I wouldn’t have.” I sat next to her. I didn’t challenge her method of doing what she felt was right. But deep inside, still, I knew that a man needed his woman’s presence beside him when he was down or at any other hard time in his life. “I’m home now, and I’m doing what I have to do to make sure I ain’t gotta beg a mutha for nothing. I’ma take care of mine by all means.”
“You got a problem, though, with taking the easy way out, Korey. That needs to change. I just pray that you come to your senses. I thought prison would have helped. I see that it didn’t.” She continued putting lotion on her pretty chocolate legs.
I removed my coat and sweat jacket, exposing my muscular biceps and triceps in my white tank top. I sat back down next to her on the edge of the bed.
“What are you getting all comfortable for?” she stopped putting lotion on her leg, which was lifted enough for me to see her zebra-striped panties; and she looked at me with somewhat of a sideways smile, then went back to putting lotion on her leg.
“I’m getting comfortable because I’m next to the woman I love. And it feels good.” I tenderly placed my arm around her waist and slightly pulled her to me.
“Mm-hmm. Whatever. Did you run that same line on your lawyer girl?”
“Why bring up a woman who is not you, Shamika? I’m not here to talk about Keisha. Now, let me have this.” I reached for her foot and lotion.
“What are you doing, Korey?” she asked, shaking her head, but yielding it to me.
“About to give my baby a foot massage. You still like those, don’t you?” I said, covering her foot with lotion.
“You didn’t get my permission.”
“Do I have to? Now relax.”
I stood up. She rested back on her elbows, looking up a
t me, slowly shaking her head. She knew what time it was. I began caressing her well-manicured pretty little foot gently and massaging her sole with my thumbs. “You like how this feels?” I asked, massaging up and down and in a circular motion.
“Mm-hmm. You know I do,” she softly replied with a nod.
“Then just relax, baby girl,” I told her, feeling that she was a little nervous and tense. After all, we hadn’t been together intimately in years. I was a little nervous myself.
She took in a deep breath as I placed her big toe in my mouth and sucked on it seductively. I licked, sucked, and maneuvered my tongue on, over, and in between her little toes while continuing to massage her sole with my thumb.
“I like that, Korey.”
“I know you do.”
She lay on her back, taking in air between her teeth, looking up at the ceiling while I worked my mouth magic. By the time I got to her other foot and did the same, my dick was solid, rock hard! It was literally bulging through my sweats. I took her foot and placed it on my hard-on to assure her that I wanted to do more than massage and suck on her toes. She raised her head and stared at my hard dick that was now throbbing inside my briefs and sweats as I guided her foot over it. It had grown since our last encounter from seven inches to nine.
I put her foot down and got on top of her. She tenderly wrapped her arm around my neck and met my lips for a passionate kiss. “What was so funny?” I asked her with my hard-on touching her juicy pussy print through her black-and-white zebra-striped panties.
“Nothin’. I just see that it still doesn’t take much for you to get an arousal,” she softly shot back in between our lips and tongue reintroducing themselves after such a long hiatus.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to take your robe and panties off,” I told her. I then let up only to get completely naked myself.
“You haven’t had any since you been home, have you?” she asked while coming slap dead up out of her robe and panties like I desired her to.
“No, I haven’t. Been saving it for you.”
Her body was petite and flawless from head to toe. She always loved for me to suck her breasts, so since she sat back on the bed, I got down on her level and kissed her at her titties. Her titties were a nice handful with perky nipples. I targeted the left one with my mouth, licking and gently sucking on it while gripping and gently squeezing the other at its nipple with my fingertips.
“Oooo,” she moaned, cocking her head and closing her eyes. “You still know how to suck my tits. It feels good. Suck my pussy like you did the night before you got arrested.” She began to completely relax and turn into that girl I loved sexually.
She lay back and put her legs up a little higher than one would being in a missionary position. Baby girl couldn’t help herself at this point, with me naked in front of her and touching her the way she was supposed to be touched. She was always weak for me sexually, and I was for her. We both were freaks for each other. I knew that part of her being stressed all out lately and all aggressive with me earlier had a lot to do with her missing the thug loving I used to put on her ass daily prior to me going off to the joint.
I put my face between her legs that were lifted and opened wide. I kissed the lips of her juicy fruit. “I missed you while I was away,” I spoke to it, licking her moist slit. “But daddy home now and gonna give you what you’ve been being neglected of.” I continued talking with what I believed belonged to me, Korey Taylor, and only me.
Slowly, I licked her clit, causing her body to tense from pleasure. A soft, “Uhhh,” escaped her lips as I sucked her sweet pussy. I simultaneously gripped her tits and gently squeezed her nipples with my fingertips. This was enough to drive her crazy. My sucking her hot cherry button and pussy always did. She gripped my head, pulling me closer to her. I licked up and down her clit with the tip of my tongue faster and sucked on it more aggressively. Her breathing got heavy and her moans louder and deeper. She began slowly twirling her hips. This tongue was feeling tremendously good to her. She was cumming like a muthafucka! She lay there on the bed a moment, unable to move.
I got over her and kissed her lips.
“What did you just do to me, Korey?” she said softly with a slight tremble in her voice.
“I made you feel good, baby girl. That’s what you needed, isn’t it?”
“But I’m saved now. A Christian woman. You’re not supposed to do that to me. Move.” She playfully pushed me.
“God made us for each other. I love you, Shamika.” I placed her legs around my waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Can I make love to you now?”
“You already started.” She kissed me.
I gripped my solid dick, hard as a rock, and placed it at her moist pussy lips. I eased inside her slowly. “Uhhh, sss,” she moaned and tightened her arms around my neck.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. You know I’ll be gentle.” I began slowly stroking her pussy. I could tell by its tightness that it had been locked to the public. This was my pussy. “You miss this lovin’, don’t you, Shamika?”
“Uhh, huh. Ssss.”
“Next time I come over here, I don’t wanna see you all stressed out with your hair all over the place. You hear me?” I said while stroking her middle and hitting her bottom with pinpoint accuracy.
“Yessss,” she softly answered me.
“I want to see you looking pretty. And I want you welcoming me with open arms like you used to do before I went off to do time. You hear me?”
“I hear you, Korey,” she moaned. Tears were coming down her eyes. She always started crying when I hit that pussy off like she liked it. Nice, slow, and hard.
“You love me?” I continued to tease.
“Yesss. You know I love you, Korey.”
When she told me that, I felt myself about to cum. I pulled out. “Show me how much you love me.” She knew what I meant because she sat up with me standing in front of her with my dick solid, hard. She gripped it and began sucking the hell out of my dick. The last time she sucked my dick like she was now doing was the night before I was arrested. Back and forward she went with her hands gripping my hips. No woman had ever sucked my dick like Shamika. She got me off, then got me back hard again, bent over doggie style, where I hit her off until we both were burnt out and crashed. When I awoke, she was serving me breakfast in the nude. After eating, we went at it again.
Chapter 16
I Don’t Play Games
Having worked things out with Shamika and hitting her off sexually, I had to leave to go handle business with Hammer. I saw that he and Keisha had been trying to reach me like all night and all morning. I left Shamika’s at 1:00 p.m., but not before placing five grand on her dresser while she was in the bathtub getting herself ready to go pick up our daughter from her grandmother’s house. “Take that money I left on your dresser in your bedroom and go Christmas shopping for you and Olivia,” I told her, giving her a kiss before finally rolling out.
When I got to Hammer’s place, I saw Keisha coming down the stairs as I was about to up to my bedroom. “What up, Ke?” I greeted her.
She didn’t look happy to see me. In fact, she blew air through her nostrils and poked her lips. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
“I saw you had tried reaching me last night and this morning.”
“Apparently you were too busy to respond,” she cut in, snaking her neck like the chicks in the hood do when they are mad at something their man did.
“Nah, I was with Shamika. We had a few things, issues, to resolve. It’s all good now.”
“I bet it is, Korey,” she said, rolling her eyes and walking away toward the kitchen.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Ke?” She didn’t look back to respond. “So it’s like that?” Again, without looking back, she gave me a dismissive wave of her hand.
I went to my bedroom, shaking my head at her tripping. I pic
ked out some gear, which was my black-and-white Adidas sweat suit with my matching black-and-white shell-toe Adidas; then I prepared to shower. I didn’t see Hammer’s car in the driveway, nor did I see his wife, so I assumed they weren’t present inside the house.
I showered real good, thinking the whole time while washing my body about how happy I felt knowing that Shamika and I were on good terms and that I left her smiling and not stressed. My daughter didn’t like seeing her mother all stressed out. She shouldn’t have had to. It worried her. No teenager should have to worry about their parents’ mental and emotional state of being. I felt Shamika just needed to know that I loved her still and could still make her day with this dick! She was always concerned about me being in the game. What woman who truly loves her man wouldn’t be?
I got out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped the towel around my waist. I walked back to my room only to discover a surprise. Keisha was sitting on the edge of my bed with the briefs I had on last night, which I had taken off before going to the shower. She had them in her hand, twirling them around her index finger.
I saw also that she had changed into the purple nightie that I had bought for her. The one that read SPECIAL across the breast area. Her nose was flared. She was slowly shaking her head from left to right and chewing on her bottom lip while staring in my direction.
“Keisha, what’s up, baby?” I asked, looking at her strangely too. I was tripping inside to see her in my room with my dirty briefs in her hand, twirling them around and around her index finger, looking all mad.
“You know exactly what’s up, Korey.” She stood up.
“Then why would I ask?” I reached for my briefs. She threw them across my bedroom.
“Looks to me like you and Shamika did more than resolve that little issue that you needed answers on. You fucked her, didn’t you?” she asked, looking me squarely in the eyes with her arms crossed.
“That’s neither here nor there, Ke. Whatever I do with Shamika ain’t got nothing to do with what you and I share,” I told her while walking over to grab my dirty briefs to put them in my dirty clothes basket. She quickly walked over to them, beating me to them. “What are you doing, Ke?” I said, seeing her grabbing them. She then stood back in front of me with her arms crossed.