I stopped short of telling her about the Diego situation; I didn’t want to worry her but I would fill her in soon enough…her and Dallas. My biggest fear was something happening to either of them behind me. I wasn’t a fool by any means; I knew Diego was ten times worse than Biz. Biz was a pussycat and Diego was a lion…but his weakness was his cockiness. He thought he was untouchable and that made him vulnerable even though he didn’t see it that way.
Fuck Diego Alverez, he had no idea who he was fucking with.
Surprise
Sway was almost finished getting dressed when his wife walked in the bedroom.
“Can we talk Sway?” Ranae sat on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap.
Sway looked at himself in the mirror and sighed heavily. He knew his marriage was on rocky ground and it was his fault, but now was not the time to discuss it.
“I’m late babe; we can talk when I get back.”
“Back from where, where are you goin’?”
“I gotta handle somethin’ real quick.” Sway went to the dresser to get his keys.
“What is goin’ on with you?” Ranae’s eyes began to mist. “It’s like you’ve completely checked out of this marriage. I don’t know what to think anymore!”
Sway looked down at his wife, he saw the pain and worry in her eyes. He wanted so much to tell her the truth but he just couldn’t do it. He wanted to tell her what was going on but the words wouldn’t come out…he was ashamed of himself.
“I gotta go Ranae…we’ll talk later ok?”
She closed her eyes tight holding back the tears and just walked away shaking her head. Sway regrettably let her walk away with her emotions going crazy; he was already late and didn’t have time for conversation right now.
An hour later he walked into the Ready Room Lounge. It was a classy place with a sensual atmosphere. Women dressed in expensive lingerie were all over the place. They all noticed him standing in the entrance and sent sexy messages to him with their sultry eyes. There were just as many men in the club as women but everyone seemed upscale and tasteful. There were ass cheeks and bare breasts floating all around him as the sexy crowd mingled with each other. His peep show was put on pause when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
“What took you so long?”
Sway turned around, “I had to deal with Ranae and all her questions…sorry I’m late.”
“No need to apologize, I’m sure you can find some way to make it up to me.”
Sway adjusted his silk tie, “I’ll do my best.”
“I’m sure you will…now let’s go to the back room so I can show you what I’m workin’ with.”
The two sauntered toward a dimly lit area of the club but before they could get there, a waitress named Nadine stopped them.
“Angelique, where should I put this case of tequila and the fresh linens for the beds?”
Angelique pointed to the bar, “Jus’ put them on the floor.”
“Ok boss lady, and uhhh, who’s this handsome hunk of a man?” Nadine was a young sexy white college girl with a wild side.
Angelique narrowed her eyes at her young employee.
“Put your pussy on pause sweetie cuz he’s all mine.”
First Date
It was my first time riding a horse and I had to admit I was enjoying myself more than I thought I would. When I asked Dallas where she wanted to go on our first real date, the last thing I expected her to say was horseback riding. I figured she wasn’t the type to be around smelly animals all afternoon but yet again she surprised me. So here we were on the outskirts of the city laughing and being silly while we rode up the winding trail.
Dallas looked inviting in her blue jeans paired with a clingy sleeveless turtleneck shirt. Diamond studs accented her tiny ears while a gentle breezed played with her hair.
“I think you’re starting to get the hang of it.” She said looking over at me.
“Yeah, I think so…finally. Where did you learn to ride so good?”
“My dad used to take me riding all the time when I was a little girl. There’s jus’ somethin’ about horses that I love.”
I patted my horse on his thick neck, “Yeah, there amazing animals.”
No sooner had I said that, her horse stopped in his tracks and started to piss on the ground below. It looked like he had a water hose underneath him as the yellow stream came gushing out. Now I see where the term, ‘piss like a racehorse’ came from.
“Damn, he don’t even lift his leg up or nothin’” I said in awe.
Dallas chuckled a little, “Nope, aint no shame in his game…gotta go gotta go.”
We continued up the trail and after a few minutes, Dallas broke the silence.
“Thank you for bringing me here, it really means a lot. I appreciate you spending time alone with me.”
“You don’t have to thank me; I’m enjoying this as much as you. I love spendin’ quality time with you.”
“Jus’ promise me it will never end.” Dallas looked at me sincerely.
“I promise.”
On the way back down the trail we stopped by a river to give the horses a much needed drink of water. I took advantage of the moment and held Dallas close to me looking in her beautiful brown eyes. Our lips came together, and then our tongues touched as we shared a passionate kiss. If there was a such thing as a kissing degree…Dallas would have her masters. She knew how to work her lips and tongue in ways you couldn’t imagine. We finally parted mouths and she smiled at me as she looked up.
“I have something I need to tell you.” I moved my hands from her upper back down to her hips.
“What is it?”
“Diego is gunnin’ for me; he put a million dollar bounty on my head.”
“Oh, is that all…I thought it was somethin’ serious.” Dallas sucked her teeth.
“It is serious, I don’t want you to end up like Flash…I can’t handle that.”
“Fuck Diego up the ass with a bowling pin. He aint shit! If he’s fuckin’ with you, he’s fuckin’ with me, and you already know how I get down.”
I grinned at her and admired her courage. She was the true definition of a ride or die chic. Down for whatever- whenever- however.
“You’re not alone anymore Tyce…I got you.”
Dallas traced my lips with the tip of her finger. She then turned around and leaned her body into me as she stared out at the river.
“There’s strength in numbers baby and the last time I counted you had not one but two loyal women by your side.”
I stared out at the stunning view of the river and reflected on what my girlfriend just told me.
You’re not alone Tyce.
Why Hide
If the average nigga knew the notorious Diego Alverez was trying to murder him not to mention having a million dollar bounty hanging over his head…he wouldn’t bring his ass out the house to check the mail. However, Diego caught me at the right time or maybe it was the wrong time because I was not hibernating in my house like a little bitch. If he wanted to find me, all he had to do was look. I planned to live my life to the fullest because you never know when your life license is going to expire.
I was taking a break from the boyfriend thing for a few hours deciding to relax in a local upscale strip club. Like I said, I wasn’t hiding at all. In fact I was completely solo tonight, no entourage, no broads, no wingman…just me.
“Coming to stage six we have Sapphire, on stage three we have the lovely Diamond, and on center stage the dynamic Destiny will be making your eyes beg for more!” The baritone voice of the DJ came pouring out the speakers.
I counted over 30 women working tonight, only about ten were exceptional…, and they knew it. I posted up in the back and observed the talent. I immediately was noticed because I rarely came here, I wasn’t one of the regular men that paid the bills of these dancers. They viewed me as fresh meat and they were working overtime in the flirting department trying to separate me from the knot in my pocket.
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bsp; “Hey handsome, would you like a private dance?” The barely legal lady asked seductively.
I looked up at her while sipping my rum and coke “Maybe a lil later sweetie.”
“It only costs 20 dollars per song.” She said that with a hint of attitude in her voice.
“At those prices baby I’ll have you dancing til next month. When I’m ready for some attention I’ll find you ok?”
“Ok honey, I’ll hold you to that…the names India.”
I extended my hand, “I’m Tyce Adkins.”
“Ok, well it’s nice to meet you, and don’t forget about me when your lap gets lonely.” She strutted away giving me a look at her glittery booty.
I shifted in the leather seat and sat my drink on the mini table. As I leaned back in my chair a woman swiveled her bar stool around and started to walk towards me. She wasn’t a stripper nor was she with a man…she was going solo just like me. As she came closer, I was able to get a better look through the darkness in the club. She was of Latin descent; she wore her hair in a short sassy style. Most Latino women preferred to wear their hair long so I was pleasantly surprised to see her going against the grain. Subtle makeup accented her auburn face and she possessed the cutest pair of little lips I’d seen in a long time.
“Hello Tyce.” The stranger stood in front of me blocking my view of the stages.
I had to pause for a second and check my ears to make sure I heard her correctly…did she just say my name?
“How do you know my name?” I looked up at her slightly puzzled.
Her lips parted into a smile, “I’m not a stalker or anything like that. My secret is India, she was at the bar goin’ on and on about the sexy man at the corner table. She mentioned once or five times that your name was Tyce.”
“Ohhhh ok, I thought I owed you some money or somethin’ like that.” I joked.
“No you don’t owe me anything but…you can buy me a drink.”
“I can do that if you tell me your name first.” I cocked my head to the side.
She extended her petite hand, “My name is Sabrina.” We continued the conversation for the next hour and polished off a full bottle of Champaign in the process. I knew she was single, a graduate of business school, a dog lover, and she was strictly dickly but slightly bi curious when she was intoxicated. As we ventured into hour number two she surprised me with a move I didn’t expect.
“India! India, come here for a minute.” She waved her hand.
India excitedly made a beeline straight for our table.
“Hey you two, what can I do for you?”
Sabrina lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke before she answered. I was waiting patiently for the answer as well; Sabrina had my curiosity turned up.
“My friend here would like a private dance. Is there some place we could go that is…private?”
India smiled, “There’s a special VIP room upstairs.” Sabrina looked at me and winked, “Ok, have another bottle of Champaign sent up to the room; lead the way sexy lady.”
India had a smile with extra cheese as she motioned for the waitress to come over. She repeated Sabrina’s request in her ear and grabbed both of us by our hands leading us through the club and up the stairs. Sabrina continued to look at me slyly as we followed our stripper to a small comfortable room. Small purple couches lined the walls of the VIP area…Sabrina and I made ourselves comfortable as our hostess stood in the middle of the tiny room. The waitress arrived with an ice cold bottle of bubbly and three glasses.
“Here you go.” Sabrina poured India a glass.
“Why you so quiet Tyce?” India took a sip from her glass.
“I’m jus’ enjoyin’ the view, you have an amazin’ body.” I looked at Sabrina, “Both of you do.”
India twirled her crimped hair with her finger. She had on next to nothing sporting an army print thong and panty set. Light green eye shadow was expertly applied under her arched eyebrow and her lips had a shimmery shine to them. This young beauty looked every bit the sexual fantasy she was supposed to be.
“Let’s get this party started!” Sabrina shouted raising her glass in the air.
“Hold on…you got to pay to play, this aint like downstairs, up here it’s a hundred dollars for a half an hour plus tips.”
Sabrina didn’t flinch, she just unzipped her clutch purse and pulled out three crispy hundred dollar bills.
“One hour plus a tip…I expect you to be fully nude.” Sabrina eyed India flirtatiously.
“It would be my pleasure. Sit back lover boy and enjoy the show, feel free to touch all you want…I know I will.”
Sabrina smacked India’s firm ass, “Save some energy for me…I got next.”
It had been a long time since I was the beneficiary of a woman’s financial generosity; it felt good to be on the receiving end for a change. Despite the sexy situation and tantalizing titties touching my forehead all night…I was cool. Sabrina on the other hand took full advantage of the isolation the VIP room provided. When it was her turn, she didn’t resist as India removed her shirt and bra. She didn’t put up a fight when India unzipped her jeans.
There was no reluctance on her part when India pulled off her pants along with her panties. All Sabrina did was turn her bedroom eyes in my direction, staring at me intensely as she let our new friend eat her freshly waxed pussy while she sipped her Champaign.
This was an interesting night with intriguing company.
Don’t I Know You
Dallas walked out of the spa after two luxurious hours of pampering and massaging. She was ten steps from her car when she heard her name being called from across the street. Her head turned in the direction of the voice and she saw her cousin Khalil jogging toward her.
“Wasup girl.”
“Hey Khalil how have you been, I aint seen you in like forever.” She gave him a tight hug.
“I know huh, the last time I saw you was at my moms anniversary party two years ago.” He recalled. “Damn it has been two years huh? Time flies by fast.”
He stepped back a little so he could get a better look, “I see you lookin’ fine as ever, if you wasn’t my cousin I might have to holla atcha.”
Khalil was 25 years old but he looked 40. His aged appearance was the result of living life in the fast lane 24 hours a day. He was a well-known hustler in the streets and was respected as a stand up type of dude.
“Boy please, even if we wasn’t related I wouldn’t fuck with you.” Dallas rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Why not?” He raised his arms in the air.
“Khalil, everybody knows you’re a dog with cute dimples.”
Her cousin had to laugh at that one because he knew she was telling the truth. The females around the way might be fooled by his smooth dark complexion and deep dimples but Dallas knew him when he was still wetting the bed so there was no fooling her.
“Anyway, wasup with you these days?” He quickly changed the subject.
“I’m jus’ doin’ me…I’m in a relationship now and it’s goin’ good…I can’t complain, how ‘bout yourself?”
Khalil sighed heavily, “Shit been rough lately. My man Silk jus’ got popped the other day over some dumb shit!”
“Smooth dressing Silk, get the fuck outta here! Who did it?” Dallas’s mouth opened wide in astonishment.
“It was that punk ass nigga Armado!”
“Armando who?” Dallas questioned.
Khalil looked at her like she was crazy, “Armando Alverez.” He damn near shouted at her.
Dallas pointed at him, “He wouldn’t by any chance be related to Diego Alverez would he?”
“Hell muthafuckin yeah…he’s his brother. As soon as I see that muthafucka I’ma twist his cap back but that’s easier said than done, that nigga is hard to get to.”
Dallas was starting to get more and more interested in the conversation by the second.
“Well how do you know Armando killed Silk?”
“Cuz, me and Silk was all set to do a deal with Diego
and him, shit was goin’ perfect until
I had a problem depositing the money. Everybody wanna get all in ya business and shit, nigga this is aint 1945, I can deposit a few hundred grand if I want, but this bitch at the money place was takin’ me through all kinds of changes. Anyway, I had to make the call by five O’clock to let Armando know the money was there so he can tell us where to pick up the work. Dallas, I swear I was only like ten minutes late but by the time I called…Silk was dead.” Khalil’s expression changed to sadness, “Armando killed him over ten measly minutes.”
Dallas digested what she just heard, “Damn, that’s fucked up.”
“Yeah and what makes it even more fucked up is that I couldn’t get the money back or the work. That muthafucka jus’ took my shit and then acted like he didn’t know who I was when he answered the phone!” Khalil’s nostrils flared as he exhaled deeply. “I wanna kill that muthafucka so bad my head hurts every time I think about it!”
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