A Little More Sin

by Parish Sherman

  Sin busted off in Malika's mouth and collapsed on the bed, but Malika was far from done. She locked her lips back on his dick again, and sucked it back to life. When Sin's dick was standing straight up again, Malika was on the verge of getting off again. She stopped and straddled him. As soon as Sin was in her she was getting off.

  "Damn, I don't know what it is about you, but no one has ever gotten me off like that," she said. Sin frowned at her. "I already know what you're thinking. I've only been with two other people. Joe and ol' boy," she said.

  Sin sat up and held Malika's cheeks and kissed her. They went at it, and when Malika started biting her bottom lip, Sin knew she was close to cumming. He laid back and let her do her. Malika grabbed the headboard as she moaned louder. Nothing but her hips moved, in an up-down, side to side motion. As soon as she came Sin held her as he sat up and just stared into her tight half-closed eyes.

  "Are we going to make this shit happen or what? Because for real for real, I'm tired of hoeing around fucking all these different bitches. I can stay at home and get some bomb-ass pussy and head. I ain't gotta be out there chancing that a bitch I stick my dick in might be an undercover cop, might be trying to set me up to get robbed, or worse, killed. I need you, Pooh. I trust you more than I trust anyone," he said all the while stroking Malika.

  "Sin, that's all I ever wanted. I'm sorry that I was gone out of your life for as long as I was, and even more sorry for the pain it caused you. I'm more than ready to do this, baby," she said.

  "Til death due us part?" he asked.

  "Til death due us part." she agreed.

  Sin laid Malika back and went as deep as he could, and he made love to her for next hour.

  When they were both spent they laid there, and Malika told Sin how she had been meeting Kesha places and letting her spend time with Quesha. Sin had mixed feelings about that, but kept them to himself. He felt that as long as Kesha was with his enemy, then she wasn't above suspicion.

  Sin and Malika took another bath together and had another session in the tub. When Malika was walking out the room Sin looked at the way her naked butt moved as if it had a mind of it's on. He reached over and grabbed his phone and called Mario's cell phone.

  "Hello?" Mario answered.

  "What's up, man?"

  "What up, baby boy? You touched down?"

  "Yeah, I'm at home."

  "Which home? You lay your head everywhere," Mario joked.

  "Nah, that shit's over. I'm at home with Malika," Sin said seriously.

  "I'm in Fremont at the house. Me and Charmaine will be there in like forty-five minutes."

  "Aight," Sin said and hung up.

  Malika came back into the room with the Chinese food. They sat naked and ate.

  "Sin, I want another baby. I want a son," she said.

  "Shit, you gotta quit drinking them," he said and laughed.

  "Fuck you, nigga!" Malika said laughing too. "You need to stop sucking my eggs out. You'll end up giving a bitch a hysterectomy," Malika said. They both busted up laughing.

  They finished eating and then got dressed. Malika threw on a red Vickie bra and thong, a short, blue denim Baby Phat skirt, a white wife beater with boy beater across the front, and white and red beaded Jimmy Choo's.

  Sin put on some blue denim Ecko shorts, a red Marc Ecko T-shirt, Nike ankle socks, and some white and red Nike Shox. He went in the closet and grabbed Malika's jewelry chest, sat it on the dresser, and opened it. He grabbed the platinum and diamond link with the diamond weed leaf, the matching bracelet, his Presidential Rolex with the diamond bezel, and the three-carat diamond earrings.

  Malika put her diamond jewels back on except the necklace. She exchanged that with a very small platinum chain with a one-carat pear-shaped diamond pendant. She put the small face Cartier watch on to top it off. She then combed her hair back to perfection.

  Sin grabbed a bag out of Malika's closet that had three guns in it. He took one out, checked the clip and put it in his pocket and covered it with his T-shirt.

  After Malika cleaned the bathroom and they cleaned the room, they went downstairs. Sin pulled the Tahoe out and washed it up. Malika came out and brought him a bottled water.

  "It's hot as fuck out here," he said, and pulled Malika to him and gave her a passion mark on her neck and another one on her cleavage.

  Mario and Charmaine pulled up in their Range Rover. Sin walked over and helped nine month pregnant Charmaine out of the truck and hugged her. "What's up, big sis?" he asked.

  "Damn, Sin look at you! You super swoll," she said and grabbed his arm.

  "Shit, look at you! I didn't think it was possible for you to get more beautiful than you were," he said.

  "Yeah right. My fat ass ain't beautiful."

  Even pregnant Charmaine was a dime. She was brown-skinned, green eyes, and had a short Toni Braxton cut, and a nice bubble butt. It wasn't as big as Malika's, but it wasn't far behind either.

  Sin then hugged Mario. Malika then greeted them.

  "What's all this, little sis?" Mario asked as he touched her neck and nodded at her cleavage. Malika started blushing.

  "Well since you here, why don't you ride with me to pick the kids up," Charmaine said.

  "Aight, let me get my purse," Malika said and went in the house.

  "Sin, you better marry that girl. That girl loves you. When you first caught the case, and even after you got sentenced, she used to call me late at night crying behind you. She's a real rider. She held you down the whole time you were gone. Even though you weren't gone for that long, she didn't have to. You two weren't even together,'' Charmaine said.

  "I kinda asked her today," he said.

  "That's what I'm talking about, nigga!" Mario said and dapped him.

  "Baby, I'll be back," Malika said as she came out. Sin kissed her. Malika and Charmaine started walking away.

  "Baby, you got something on your chin," Sin said.

  "What?" she asked as she looked in the passenger side mirror of the Range Rover.

  "Theeeese nuuuuts!" Sin said.

  "Yeah aight, nigga. Don't forget to floss. You gotta couple of hairs in your teeth!" Malika said. Her and Charmaine high-fived.

  ''How? You ain't got no hair," he replied.

  "That's a little too much info, Sin," Charmaine said as she handed Malika the keys.

  The girls left, and Mario told Sin what he had planned.

  "Take a ride with me to the Benz dealership. My mama's birthday's tomorrow," Sin said.

  "Damn, Charmaine took off with my weed," Mario said.

  "Don't trip." Sin said. He went in the house and got an Optimo and a bud out of Malika's stash. He and Mario got in the Tahoe and left.

  When they got to the dealership, Sin saw a tight CL600. The car was dark blue with white leather interior. Sin looked at the sticker and saw it went for 120,000. Yeah, I'll be back for you on my birthday, he thought. He saw a smoked gray SL500. The sticker said 80,000. There were like five white salesmen just staring at Sin and Mario. A black female approached them.

  "Hello, gentlemen. I'm Geneva. May I be of assistance?" she asked.

  "Yeah, Geneva. First tell me why them crackers looking at us like we trying to steal something," Mario asked.

  "Those racist bastards probably think you are. Don't feel bad, they look at me the same way," she said as she stared at Mario.

  Mario looked at her hand and saw that she was married. "Let me ask you a question, sweetheart. How is it that you work in this joint when you can't be more than 18?" he asked.

  "That was very flattering, but I'm 30," she said as she grinned at Mario.

  "Please say you're not happily married," Mario begged.

  "I'm not happily married. What about you?" she asked as she saw the ring that Mario was wearing.

  "I am, but for you, baby, I'll stray."

  "Why don't you take my card," she said and handed Mario a gray business card.

  "We having a party for my brother tonight at Club Sin. Why d
on't you come in and let me pop a bottle of Mo' with you? You do know where Club Sin is, don't you?" Mario asked.

  "Shit, who don't know about Sin. That's the hottest spot in the Bay Area," she said.

  "Well allow me to introduce you to the proprietor, Sin," Mario said and nodded towards Sin.

  "It's nice to meet you, Sin."

  "The pleasure's all mine," Sin said and took her hand and held it.

  "Whoa, pimpin', unhand her!" Mario playfully said.

  ''If I must," Sin said.

  Geneva started laughing. Both of the guys in front of her were fine, but Mario made her coochie wet. She wasn't getting hit right at home, and he was saying all the right things. She could tell they were having money, and she saw a nice chunky commission coming to her.

  "I'm going to fuck the crackers over," Mario said and walked away. "I want one of those S600s, one of those SL600s and a ML," Mario said, pulling out his American Express platinum and the platinum Visa. The white salesmen rushed him.

  "Geneva, I want to use this Tahoe as a trade in on this SL500," Sin said.

  Geneva looked at the odometer and saw that there were 25,000 miles on the '98 Tahoe.

  When it was all said and done, Sin got 20,000 on the trade in. He called Malika and told her to come there to the dealership.

  Mario came over to Geneva's cubicle, grinning from ear to ear. "I had to teach the good ol' boys that you can't judge a book by it's cover. When they ran my info, they saw that I'm legally worth 2.8. So when it was time to sign the papers, I didn't."

  "Malika's on her way up here with the business account stuff," Sin said.

  "Geneva, my wifey on her way up here. I won't be able to say anymore to you. Why don't you take my number and call me when you get to the club and I'll come out and get you so you ain't gotta stand in the line," Mario said as he wrote his number down.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Daddy's Girls

  When Malika pulled up at Sin's mother's house to pick the girls up, she saw that Tracy was there. She and Tracy had gotten cool ever since Sin had gotten shot. She honked the horn and Simina, and Mario and Charmaine's daughter, Ebony came out.

  "Ask Tracy if I can take Malik and Quesha with me. Tell her I'll bring them home Sunday night," Malika said. Simina went back in the house and delivered the message. When she came back out, she was followed by Tracy, Ebony's little brother, Brandon, Malik, and Quesha. The kids all piled into the truck.

  "Girl, what's up with this passion mark shit? Somebody got some, hmmm?" Tracy asked.

  "What, ya didn't know?" Malik asked.

  "Anyway, you can keep their little bad asses as long as you want to," Tracy said.

  Simina leaned forward to get some gum out of Malika's purse and saw what Malika was wearing. As bad as she wanted to say something, she bit her tongue.

  They pulled off and went to Sin. Malika pulled up in front and walked into the club. A new security guy stopped her. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but we're not open until 9:00," he said.

  "I know," Malika said and kept walking.

  The dude headed her off. "Well if you know, why are you still trying to gain entry?" he asked getting irritated.

  "Look, Fred, call Kira, because you about to piss me off," Malika said now starting to get irritated herself.

  "And who should I say wants her?" he asked, not caring one way or another.

  "The lady that signs the pay checks," she said.

  Fred's eyes ballooned. "I… I…"

  Malika raised her hand to stop him from saying whatever it was he was about to say. "It's okay. You're doing a good job," she said and walked away throwing her ass, because she knew he was looking.

  She went to Sin's office, which she had taken over, and got the check book and authorization card. When she was leaving, she took in the decorations. The only thing Malika didn't like about the club was the size. It was huge. There were four bars, a kitchen that they hadn't opened up, pool tables, and card and craps tables downstairs. The only people that could go down there were VIP's, and not all VIP's. You had to possess a VIP card that had the Mad Circle hologram, and what High Council Mad Circle member was sponsoring you. At anytime there could be up to three or four hundred thousand dollars circulating down there.

  The VIP area on the third level was huge. It could comfortably sit up to 35 people, max. There were high-backed leather sofas all around the perimeter of the area, and it was there that they only dealt with the high-end alcohol, wines and champagnes.

  Something else Malika didn't like was the elevator that Sin had installed. You had to get on it to get to the fourth floor where his office, the manager's office, and the electronics room, which controlled the screens that showed videos, as well as the security cameras and monitors were. The lead security guy, Keith was assigned to that room. If anything went down in the club, from an employee stealing to people being let in without being electronically scanned, he was going to be held responsible. Keith had a twenty-man security team that covered the door, the hand-held body scanner, the VIP, the outside of the club, and the club's floor.

  Sin was the hottest place to be in Northern California Thursday through Sunday. Malika was the one that started opening on Thursday for the ladies to see male exotic dancers. She knew Sin was going to cut that short when he found out.

  Overall, the club made over $300,000, from Thursday through Sunday. The clubs payroll was 7500 for a staff of 30 that only worked 32 hours or less a week. The loans were paid off and it was all profit, and that's not even counting the gambling, which brought in another 100,000 a week, easily.

  Malika loved that Sin put the liquor license in her name, and made her a 50/50 partner. She knew it was only on paper, but she still received $10,000. a month legal, and another 25 in cash from the gambling. She didn't have to use any of her paychecks, from her job, or the club. She lived off of that 25 gees a month, which lasted a lot longer than a month. All legal money she received she invested.

  As Malika walked out of the club she saw Simina cut her eyes at her. She opened the door to the Range Rover and Simina looked at her in surprise, then turned her lip up.

  "What the hell is that?" Simina asked as she pointed to the passion marks on Malika's neck and cleavage.

  "I'm grown, child! You must have didn't get enough the other night. This is the last goddamn time I'm going to tell you, stay in your place. If you think I'm playing, we can get out this muthafuckin' truck right now and handle it like we did the other night when you called yourself pushing me!"

  "She pushed you?" Charmaine asked.

  "Yeah, girl, and I made this little bitch touch everything in that fuckin' room," Malika said.

  "This sounds like some shit that got Ebony written all over it. She tried to play me like that, and I beat her ass like she stole something," Charmaine said.

  "Well if Ms. Ebony did talk her into the ass kicking she got, she'll know better than to listen to that shit again," Malika said.

  "Yeah, that's okay, Mama, because I swear when I see my daddy Saturday, I'm telling him about them hickeys on your neck and you beating me up," Simina said.

  "Handle your business, sister," Malika said as they pulled off.

  Simina knew not to say another word. She did not want to get the beat-down she suffered that night. As she thought of it she winced.

  Three Days Ago

  Malika went into Simina's room and told her to go clean her mess in the kitchen, and Simina sucked her teeth.

  "You know what, smart ass? You on punishment," Malika said and unplugged Simina's phone and snatched her cell phone. "Little girl, you gon' make me slap the shit outta you!" she said.

  "Mama, I'm not about to keep going for that slapping me shit!" Simina said as she stood up like she was trying to get down.

  "You ain't going for it?" Malika asked in surprise. Her already tight eyes went to slits as she frowned. "Bitch, then what the fuck you gonna do?" she asked as she threw the phones down.

  "Hit me and see, and I ain
't no bitch! You a bitch!" Simina yelled.

  "I'm the bitch that sold you the ass kicking you just bought!" Malika said as she walked up on Simina. Simina pushed Malika, to her surprise. That was all they wrote.

  Malika balled up her fist and hit her daughter right in the jaw. Simina flew across the bed and onto the floor on the other side. She got up crying, and rushed Malika. Malika stopped her in mid-motion, grabbed her shirt and slammed her against the wall by the door, then the wall on the other side of the room, across her vanity table, into the closet doors, through the bathroom door, into the wall in there, back out to the bedroom, and into the original wall again. When she jerked the neck of Simina's shirt, she purposely hit her in the cheek.

  Simina started screaming and crying, and throwing wild punches, and hit Malika. When that happened, Simina eyes and mouth opened wide. She knew Malika was going to kill her.

  "Mama, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mama! I swear to God I didn't mean to!" she screamed.

  Malika touched her lip to see if she was bleeding, then her eyes blazed. The look Malika had on her face scared the shit out of Simina. She tried to push Malika and break for the door.

  "Nah, bitch don't run now!'' Malika yelled as she grabbed Simina's hair before she could get out of the door.

  Malika held back a lot. All she wanted to do was show Simina that she was a kid. That's why her punches we're only being delivered with 65% of her power, and they were all head and body shots. She didn't want to mess up her daughter's pretty face for a few reasons. First being, that wasn't what this about. She wasn't the child abusing type of parent. Second, and probably just as important, she would have to take her to see Sin the following Saturday, and he would probably try to strangle her if he saw his daughter swollen up. And third, she wasn't trying to go to jail for chastising her child.

  "You trying to kill me!" Simina screamed as she crawled into a corner. Malika slapped the hell out of her three times then stormed out the room. She went to the closet and got one of Sin's guns and took the clip out and made sure that nothing was in the chamber by pulling the slide back three times. I'm going to put the fear of God in her young ass! Malika thought. She stomped back into Simina's room with the gun in her hand.