Married to the Game

by Chunichi

  I kissed Danielle gently on her neck. I knew her pussy would be throbbing in a matter of seconds, because such teasing always worked after a fight between Danielle and me. I continued to the bathroom, intentionally leaving the door open for a small tease. I turned off the vanity lights over the mirror, leaving only the dimmed lights over the shower. The setting couldn’t have been more perfect for an erotic mood.

  I jumped in the shower, opting for steaming hot water over cold, since I was now on top and things were pointing toward sex again. I took my time standing under the massaging shower head. Stress slowly left my body with each drop of water that hit my back and shoulders. I soon noticed a shadow against the shower door. I could see that it was the silhouette of Danielle’s perfect body.

  Danielle opened the shower door and began to kiss me passionately. I reached to lift her into the shower without ever losing the lock between our lips. Water ran down our faces as we kissed. The water soaked Danielle, causing her sheer robe to cling to her wet body. The scene of her soaking wet hair, clothes, and body turned me on. She was so sexy standing before me submissively.

  I quickly disrobed her and lifted her 125-pound frame against the shower wall, fondling her pussy with my fingers. The wetter she became, the harder my dick became, so without hesitation, I inserted my penis into her slippery vagina. She moaned with pleasure while scratching my back. I gently sucked her neck with each stroke coming closer to ejaculation.

  “Aaaahh!” We both yelled as we came together.

  That was all I needed, and it was time for bed. We climbed into bed together, and I watched ESPN as I pulled on my last few puffs of a blunt. I was trying to quit smoking, but I had to at least start my day off and end it with a smoke, if nothing else.

  Just as I was getting relaxed and Danielle was off to sleep, she was awakened when my phone began to ring.

  “Who the fuck is that calling you this late, Snake? I know you ain’t got no hoes calling you at this time of morning, while you’re laying up next to me!” Danielle yelled.

  The caller had awakened the dragon. The yelling was like her spitting fire at my ass. I reached over to the nightstand and pressed end without even looking at the caller ID, and sent the caller to voice mail. I looked over at Danielle, and she looked as if she was ready to tag me, but she soon rolled her eyes and lay back down. Ten minutes later, she was awakened by the song “PIMP” by 50 Cent.

  “Damn, it’s a message on my sidekick. Who the hell is tripping this late?” I whispered to myself.

  I knew it couldn’t be an emergency because whoever it was would have called my crib. I flipped open the phone to check the email. It read:

  COME SEX ME.

  It was signed SWEET SIXTY-NINE. Whoever this was, they were truly tripping. I turned the phone off and lay back down. I looked to see what Danielle was doing, and she was staring me in my face as soon as my head hit the pillow.

  “What, Danielle? What?” I asked. She was really starting to piss me the fuck off.

  “What you mean ‘what?’ Who the hell was that? And be sure to answer carefully, Snake, because you know I ain’t no fool.”

  I really didn’t feel like arguing. I stared Danielle in the eyes with a “c’mon now” look, which bought me some time to think, and then I lied.

  “It’s my li’l soldier, Duke. He just got some ass. You know how he does when he hit,” I said convincingly.

  Vegas and I had a tradition. Each time one of us would get some ass that we’d been working at for a while, we would hit each other on the text message and type in GOT ’EM as a signal that we finally got the panties. When Duke began his soldier training, this is something I passed down to him as well.

  At first, Danielle’s face seemed as if she didn’t want to accept that excuse, but she finally threw her hands up in the air and went back to sleep.

  The next morning, I went out on the balcony to have my morning smoke and chill before starting my day. The breeze from the river was cool. I decided to check my voice mail to see if the strange caller from last night left a message. I had one message, and it was the sound of a female masturbating. I must say it sounded good too. In fact, it sounded so good it made my dick rise. I had no idea who the woman could be, but if she looked as good as she sounded, she wouldn’t have to worry about sending e-mails or leaving voice messages anymore.

  As I listened to the message, I began to feel as though someone was standing over me. I turned around and Danielle was standing at the sliding door, looking through the curtains at me. She was really starting to scare me. The look in her eyes was like a fatal attraction. I figured I better chill out because I wasn’t trying to end up like my brother, Vegas.

  Chapter 5

  HOT SEX ON A PLATTER

  GINA

  BJ had been my girl since pampers, but I just couldn’t tell her when I lost my virginity. I was glad I finally had the chance to talk to her about it, though. However, I didn’t really tell her everything. It was tough talking about the day I lost my virginity, so I kept things brief.

  Ever since I began having sex two years before, at age sweet sixteen, I’d had an urge to sex all men—big, small, short and tall. I never had sex with guys in my school or my neighborhood, though. That’s how I’d been able to keep my promiscuous ways a secret for so long. Besides, guys didn’t talk as much as girls, so as long as those boys didn’t know each other, my fast ways stayed hidden.

  Despite the fact that I took all the necessary precautions, I still wasn’t able to keep anything from Duke. He was like a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out females that were giving it up. When Duke and I finally got together, I was like a bitch in heat. I loved every minute of him sexing me.

  BJ was around a lot since she got into it with her aunt. As a result, Duke and I couldn’t have sex that often. She was seriously throwing salt in my game. So, my sex drive was now in fifth gear, and I needed some bad. Fortunately, BJ’s fine-ass cousin Ray-Ray had been around just as much as her, and I began to feel him a whole lot. There was no resisting this six-foot tall black stallion. He had tiger eyes that hypnotized at first glance, and muscles that bulged as thick as the knots of money in his pockets. We were all chilling, smoking, and watching movies when Ray-Ray started to make his move.

  “Damn, girl!” he yelled as I bent my twenty-four-inch waistline over and mooned him, showing my soft golden ass as I changed the DVD.

  I knew the sight of my tender, eighteen-year-old ass hanging out would get his attention, if nothing else did. I pretended as if I didn’t know what his sudden outburst was about.

  “Damn, girl, what?” I asked, trying to be nonchalant.

  It was hard to keep from laughing with BJ on the couch, constantly snickering. BJ was my girl, and she’d seen me in action before, so she knew exactly what I was up to.

  “You know what the hell I’m talking ’bout. You keep putting that shit in my face, and I’m gon’ do something to yo’ ass,” Ray-Ray threatened.

  That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Now it was time to call his bluff. I pulled my terrycloth shorts up in my ass to resemble a thong, and started to sway back and forth in his face. He stood up and grabbed me by my butt cheeks, pulling me close to his body. Then he whispered in my ear.

  “I’m man enough to see what you tryin’a do, girl. Let’s go upstairs.”

  I looked back at BJ for approval. She shrugged then smiled, so I knew it was cool. I looked at Ray-Ray with a huge grin.

  “Let’s go,” I said, grabbing him by his hand and leading him up the stairs.

  When we entered the room, he immediately threw me on the bed. He was much rougher than Duke, but I didn’t mind. I knew this was going to be excitingly different, so I pulled off my shorts without hesitation.

  Our forceful foreplay was interrupted by a knock at the front door. I looked out the window and saw Duke. I tried to ignore the knock, praying that he would assume I wasn’t home and go away.

  Duke began to bang more forcefully. Again I trie
d to ignore it. I grabbed Ray-Ray by the neck and began to kiss him passionately. I wanted him, and by all means I was going to have sex with him. Eventually, there was no more sound at the door. I was relieved that Duke had left. I turned the stereo on and watched Ray-Ray as he got undressed. His body was nice, his skin was smooth like silk, and his six-pack was very defined. His body was just as perfect as Duke’s. I figured if the sex was as good, I may have two dicks to screw instead of one.

  “Ray-Ray ... Ray-Ray!” I couldn’t help screaming his name as he sexed me.

  He was right about doing something to me. He didn’t make love to me, he fucked me, and I loved it. My hormones were raging, and Ray-Ray’s dick was right on time.

  After sex, we smoked a blunt to bring down the adrenaline rush. Soon after smoking, Ray-Ray fell asleep. I went downstairs to check on BJ. She was asleep on the couch in the same place I left her.

  “BJ.” I shook her shoulder.

  She opened her eyes slowly.

  “What’s up, girl?” “Did you answer the door when Duke came over?” I asked her, so I could get my lie together.

  “Yeah, I did. I told him you were sleeping, though.” That was a perfect answer. That was a lie that needed no elaboration.

  “Okay, that’s cool. I’m going to call him now while Ray-Ray is sleeping.”

  “Damn, girl, you put him to sleep?” BJ looked excited at the thought.

  I knew she was itching for the day that she could be in my shoes. Happy about the envy, I decided to rub her nose in my experience a little.

  “Yeah, girl. The dick was real good, too. You mean to tell me you couldn’t hear us up there? I put it on his ass, and he stuck it to me too. He really knows how to work it. You’ll experience it all in due time, though.”

  BJ gave me an unusual smirk at that statement. “I’m almost sure I will,” she responded sarcastically.

  I guess I began to really get under her skin, so I decided to lay off the sex talk for a while. I only wanted to keep her envious enough to wonder about a sex life before she actually started to indulge.

  There was another knock at the door as I headed upstairs. “BJ, can you get that?” I yelled from the top of the stairs.

  BJ opened the door. I could see her conversing with someone. She leaned back and said, “It’s Duke. He won’t leave. He says he knows you’re here. He heard you yelling for me to get the door.”

  “Damn. Ray-Ray is upstairs. What am I going to do?” I said softly as I came down the stairs toward the door. At first I thought to go and wake Ray-Ray before letting Duke in, but BJ opened the door sooner than I was ready.

  Duke’s face was balled up as he walked toward me. He grabbed my arm firmly as he let me know how upset he was at me.

  “What the fuck is up with you? What type of games you playing, Gina?” I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough, so I just remained silent. BJ stepped in to rescue me.

  “Chill out, Duke. You that damn pussy-whipped that you gotta act all crazy and shit?” She pulled his ego card and it worked.

  He let my arm go with a quickness. Niggas don’t like when women test their manhood.

  “You must be sick in your head, female. I don’t get whipped. It’s just the principle. I don’t like to be disrespected.”

  BJ gave Duke that same unusual, mischievous smirk she’d given me earlier and stated, “Don’t speak too soon. You haven’t had all pussy, so you don’t know if you could be whipped or not.”

  Once again, Duke eyeballed BJ’s voluptuous body and grabbed his dick, giving it a small massage. The other day when he did that, I thought maybe I was hallucinating, but this time I was sure I was not.

  “What the fuck are you doing, Duke? Why you rubbing your dick and shit?” I called him out.

  “Come on, Gina, don’t trip. You know I always do that shit,” he answered without emotion.

  Just then, Ray-Ray came walking down the stairs.

  “What up, fam,” he said as he dapped Duke up.

  I was in a real fucked up predicament. Ray-Ray hugged me. “A’ight, Gina,” he said then walked over to BJ and hugged her.

  “A’ight, li’l cuz.”

  I was afraid to even look at Duke. I had no explanation. I didn’t answer the door when he came over, and then a nigga comes out of my room.

  “You fucking that nigga, too?” he asked, laughing. “I guess word on the streets is true. You give that ass up quicker than a broke fiend trying to get a fix,” Duke stated as he headed for the door.

  I grabbed him, trying my best to explain. He wasn’t trying to hear anything I had to say, though.

  “It’s all good, shortie. There’s no hard feelings. I’ll be over some other time to hit that ass.” He smacked my butt before pulling out his cell and making a call.

  “Yo, Veronica. I’m on my way,” I could hear him saying as he walked away.

  CHAPTER 6

  SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY

  CEAZIA

  Each night when I came home there were so many things that reminded me of Vegas. I should have sold the house just like I sold his car, clothes, and jewelry after his death, but I just couldn’t give it up. I worked too hard and went through too much for that house to just let it go. I held Vegas down during his jail sentence, I did time for a crime I didn’t even commit, and was harassed by his mistress while doing it. Hell, I deserved everything I had—and Vegas, Mickie, and Sonya deserved what they got too. Anyone else in my shoes would have done the same thing.

  Imagine coming home after serving five hard months in jail for a crime you didn’t commit and finding your man, in your house, in your Jacuzzi, having a threesome with one of your best friends and her lover. That was definitely a death sentence. I had to do it. Luckily, I moved slowly and carefully, and that’s why I was on the streets now.

  Although I didn’t regret a thing I’d done, I must admit things hadn’t been the same without Vegas. But I’d learned to cope with it. Every night I was at the strip club just to hold shit down. That little bit of money wasn’t worth the aggravation. I’d done all I could to get back on top, but it just wasn’t happening. I was fucking with this nigga from up top, another from the dirty south, and even that nigga, Bear, that Vegas used to cop his raw from; and all these niggas together, combined with me stripping, still couldn’t compare to how Vegas was putting out. It seemed like I was going to have to go for what I knew, and keep it in the family. I’d checked out how that bitch, Danielle, was living, and it seemed like it was pretty well. So, if Snake could do for her, I knew he could do even more for a bitch like me.

  As much as I hated to do it, Snake was about to be the next nigga to catch my heart. Hey, desperate times called for desperate measures. I made it my personal goal to get Vegas’s brother, Snake. I had been reeling him in slowly. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted me too. It took all he had to fight the attraction. I’d ended each night with a voice message on his phone or a text on his Sidekick. Tonight, I would leave another text.

  I walked over to the computer to check my e-mail before sending Snake a message. To my surprise, there was a return message from him. It read:

  STOP PLAYING THE GAMES. MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN. THAT MASTURBATION SOUNDS GOOD, BUT I THINK YOU COULD USE MY HELP.

  That was perfect. At least I had him involved in the game. He was curious to find out who I was. I replied:

  THE GAME IS OVER. MEET ME AT YOUR REGULAR STRIP SPOT ON THURSDAY AT YOUR REGULAR TIME. I’LL HIT YOU UP WHEN I’M READY.

  I was sure my plan was going to work. All I needed was one night with him, and he would be trapped. The power of the pussy is phenomenal.

  Thursday came in no time. I headed to the club in a hurry. I wanted to be sure I beat Snake there. I purchased new costumes, got a beautiful golden tan, got my hair, nails, and eyebrows done and put on my M•A•C makeup to perfection. I must say I was gorgeous. I didn’t give any dances the entire night. I wanted to be fresh for Snake. I had a new routine choreographed especially for him.
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  Around midnight, he walked in the velvet room. He took his usual seat. That was my cue. I signaled the DJ to play R Kelly’s “Snake.” That was the perfect song considering my target. I slithered all over the stage, up and down the pole, with my eyes fixed on Snake the entire time. He didn’t take his eyes off me either. He licked his lips while staring at me seductively. Just the look on his face was making my juices flow.

  After the song ended, I went to the dressing room to freshen up and change costumes. Snake was still sitting in the same spot when I returned. I walked up to him, straddled his lap, and whispered in his ear. “This one is on the house.”

  Then I gave him the lap dance of his life. I started with a slow wind on his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair as I moved my vagina in a circular motion on his penis. I loved men with hair. Luckily, Snake had his hair out instead of his usual cornrows. I did every position imaginable for a lap dance. I didn’t stop until I felt his manhood grow. Once I felt the magic stick, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him. I ended the dance, kissed him on the cheek, and returned to the dressing room.

  “Mission accomplished,” I said as I flopped on the couch to catch my breath.

  I took a shower and put on my regular clothes, then headed out of the club. I went to my car and called Snake’s phone.

  “Yo,” he answered.

  “Meet me outside. Just go to your truck,” I instructed before hanging up.

  I was sure by this time Snake knew I was his secret admirer. I listened to the radio as I waited. Five minutes passed and he still wasn’t out. I looked toward his truck to be sure he wasn’t already in there waiting. I noticed a strange person dressed in black looking through his truck. I wasn’t sure if it was a detective or someone plotting to rob him, but I wasn’t getting involved. I leaned back in my seat so that I would not be labeled as a witness. A few moments later, I heard Snake talking to one of the bouncers as he headed to his truck. Once he got in, I walked over. He looked at me and hesitantly unlocked the door.