Going Down: An Erotic Tale of Murder

by Glenn, Roy

“Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you call some of your women to come clean up this place?” I said, but Zack didn’t answer. “What time did Chris cut out?”

  “About six. After everybody left. I think he left with one of the dancers. You had passed out long before that,” Zack replied, slamming the refrigerator door.

  “Is there anything left to drink?” I asked, plopping down in a chair.

  “Hell no! You know niggas didn’t leave until every drop of alcohol was gone.”

  “We need to go get some brew or something. I can’t do this sober.”

  “Let’s go,” he said, removing his cell from his pocket. As soon as he turned it on it started ringing. Zack checked the number. “Hold up, man, let me see what Lana wants.”

  “You know what she wants,” I said and sat back down in the chair. Zack put the call on speaker. “It’s about time you answered the phone. I’ve been calling you all morning. I was beginning to think you were trying to ignore me.”

  “I turned my phone off. I wanted to enjoy myself last night,” he said.

  “I see. So, what are you doing?” Lana asked.

  “I’m here with Tee cleaning up. Say hello, Tee.”

  “Hello, Lana,” I said and shook my head.

  “Hey, Tee. Zack, take me off blast, please.”

  “Okay,” Zack said, but he didn’t do it. “You’re off speaker.”

  “I wanna see you.”

  “Well, like I said, we’re cleaning up and then I’ll get Tee to take me home. Why, you gonna come help clean up?”

  “I’ll help you,” she said.

  “Well come on then,” Zack said quickly.

  “But I want to be compensated for my efforts.”

  “Just come on, if you’re coming.”

  “I’ll be there soon,” she said and quickly hung up the phone. Zack hung up the phone, picked up his keys, and started out the door. “Lana said she’s coming to help clean up.”

  “I heard,” I said and shook my head. I don’t why Zack feels the need to put the girl on blast like that. Probably because he knows she hates it. That and the fact that he has no respect for her. “Let’s go. She’s not coming,” I said and locked the door. Lana wasn’t exactly the most reliable woman in the world. She would say anything, and most times did nothing. So, I have no respect for her either.

  We drove to the store, picked up a twelve pack and went back to the condo. When we pulled up to the gate, Lana was there waiting. “And they say that miracles never cease.” I was shocked that she actually showed up. “I don’t know why you keep fuckin’ with her, Zack.”

  “’Cause she’s fine and the pussy is all that. That good enough for you?”

  “That’s good enough for me.”

  We went inside the condo and got started. Me and Zack cleaned up the living room while Lana got busy in the kitchen. When we finished in the living room, I disappeared quietly into my room. Didn’t take long after that before Lana followed Zack into the other bedroom to receive compensation for her cleaning services.

  I just have to laugh sometimes. Women talk about us being dogs. But just who do they think we’re out here dogging around with.

  Women ain’t shit.

  Hold up.

  That’s not fair. Some women ain’t shit.

  I have a problem with women. Not getting them. Some women find me attractive and I have the kind of talent women appreciate, so keeping them isn’t a problem, either. My problem is I don’t understand them and they don’t understand me. Maybe I never have really been in love with anybody, so I don’t understand why a woman in love does the things she does. Why so many equate love with orgasms. Why they call you on the telephone and say, “I didn’t want anything.” And why hearing the three words “I love you” means so much to them. Words are meaningless. Anyone can invoke the words without meaning them.

  So I find myself constantly in search mode, looking for the perfect woman, or at least the perfect woman for me. I want her to be intelligent with a degree of sophistication. Without being snobbish of course. I want her to be a beautiful lady on my arm, but be able to fuck like an animal. That doesn’t seem like too much to ask.

  There are some good ones out there, just like there are some good men. But some women just don’t care. I’ve told women that I was goin’ with somebody and their response was “So. What’s all that got to do with you and me?”

  Lana was like that. She knows all about Angelique, but she doesn’t care. In there right now with her legs in the air.

  Women will fuck around on their man too. There was a time, when I first got out of the Army, that all I would mess with were married women or ones that had a man living with them. They were low maintenance and no trouble at all. They would come by the condo, get fucked, get dressed and go home. But I’m not like that anymore. I’m looking for one woman I can settle with.

  I’m beginning to believe that a woman like that is just a fantasy, but I resolved myself to wait for her anyway. But waiting is lonely. So in the meantime, I go from one she’ll-do relationship to another. I thought I’d found the one in Carmen Singleton.

  I met Carmen two years ago at an Accountants Convention in Las Vegas. On the final night of the convention, the sponsors held what they called a “wanderound.”: a wander around, swapping accounting stories and trading business cards, cocktail party. I started not to go, but I’d lost all the money I could afford to go to the tables. So a boring cocktail party seemed slightly better than a boring night alone in my room channel surfing. After an hour of chitchat, finger food, and Johnny Walker Black—they didn’t have any Cognac—I decided that channel surfing actually was the better option.

  Thinking one more drink would keep me out of the minibar in the room for at least an hour, I stopped at the bar for one last Johnny Black. I finished my drink and turned to leave. That’s when I bumped into Carmen. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. Then I looked up and there was Carmen. And she was beautiful.

  “No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

  “That’s okay.” I read her nametag quickly. “Ms. Singleton. My name is Tavarus.” I held out my hand.

  “Please, call me Carmen.” Her hands were soft and warm.

  “Can I get something for you?” I asked, hoping she’d accept.

  “Rum and coke, please,” Carmen answered with a smile. She had a beautiful smile and big pretty eyes. For the next hour, we had a very lively conversation, about accounting mostly, then we realized we were both from Atlanta. We exchanged business cards and promised to do lunch. Then Carmen excused herself. “I have an early flight and I’m exhausted.”

  About a month later, the next time I wore that suit, I found her card in my jacket pocket. I called her and we met a few days later for lunch. Carmen was intelligent, with a degree of sophistication, without being snobbish of course. While we ate, I wondered how she would stand up against my third criteria. She definitely had the body for it.

  Carmen was on the verge of getting out of a bad relationship. The majority of her conversation consisted of her description of how bad she was being treated. The problem was that Carmen was a beautiful and intelligent woman, with a very outgoing personality, who had a very jealous man. Bad combination. I liked her and I wanted to try to get with her, but I had no desire to get involved in a situation like that. “Too much drama.”

  Three months later, she finally got away from him. But those three months were filled with heated telephone conversations, hang-ups in the middle of the night, hateful e-mail, and notes on the windshield of her car; several unannounced visits to her apartment and her job. She had to get a restraining order before he stopped.

  Carmen spent the next year trying to get back to herself. She swore off men and spent most of her time thinking. First, about where she went wrong. How she could have chosen so poorly. Then she began to focus on what she really wanted in a man and how she felt a relationship should be. She said she ran across my card in her Rolodex and thought about calling.
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  “An idea I quickly dismissed,” she told me later. She was tired of being alone and I seemed nice enough, but she wasn’t ready to get back in the game. A couple of months later she called me. We met for dinner and then a movie a few nights later. I was surprised at how Carmen seemed so at peace with herself. Not the same angry black woman I had lunch with and dismissed a year ago.

  Later that night we were back at my condo and it didn’t take long before clothes were flying everywhere. I attacked her tongue with a vengeance. My hands slid from her breasts to her hips, her ass, and back up to her breasts again. I squeezed them lightly and her body began to tremble. “It’s been so long,” she mumbled.

  I lowered my head and took her nipple between my teeth, and it was like an electric sensation had rushed through her veins. Carmen dug her fingernails into back. “Oh yes!” she cried. “Yes, baby, yes!”

  I kissed her again, nibbled her chin, sucked her neck. I pushed her legs open with one of mine and pinned her up against the wall. I fingered and dipped into her.

  Carmen closed her eyes and I felt her body tremble as I eased my penetrating finger in and out of her. She bit her bottom lip to stop from screaming.

  “You feel so good,” I said softly, and Carmen attacked my tongue the way I’d done hers. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her off her feet. Before she could catch her breath, I thrust myself into her, and I swore in that moment that I had found heaven on earth.

  Carmen clawed at my neck and back, kissed and sucked my neck. She rocked her hips, moving her body into mine as much as she could, pinned against the wall like she was. I bent my knees and pushed myself deeper inside her.

  “Fuck me, Tavarus!”

  I felt her juices flowing down my thighs. I pulled back and gazed into her eyes. When I saw the satisfied look on her face, I put her down, but Carmen was far from done. She dropped to her knees and took my length into her mouth. It was like she had to fight the urge to swallow me whole. That shit was so fucking good I almost lost my balance. I steadied myself on the wall and marveled at her skills.

  Suddenly she stopped and got up. She walked away. “Bedroom?” she said and point in that direction.

  “Yes,” I said and followed her in. At that point, I would have followed that pussy anywhere.

  Carmen got up on the bed and bent over. “Come get this pussy,” Carmen said, and ran her hand over her ass. I grabbed Carmen by her shoulders and thrust myself deep inside her.

  “Ooooooooh!” she screamed and sucked up every inch of me inside her warmth. Her pussy was so soft, so wet; I began to pound on that ass furiously, enjoying the view of Carmen’s near perfect ass.

  “Your dick is so hard!” she yelled through clenched teeth.

  I felt her ass bucking, pounding against me, and then I felt her muscles lock as her head drifted back in quiet ecstasy.

  Carmen collapsed on the bed and I sat down next to her. She touched my face, and I ran my hand over her soft skin. She rolled into my arms and kissed my lips. I reached between her legs and fingered her clit with one hand, and squeezed her breast with the other.

  Carmen repositioned herself and got on top of me. I looked on with great anticipation as she lowered herself onto me. While taking my dick into her dipping wet pussy, we stared into each other’s eyes. We began moving in unison; each movement was agonizingly slow and deliberate.

  She rode me slowly and I began to feast on her nipples. I felt her legs trembling on my thighs, and I pushed harder. Carmen bear down on me and increased her pace. I could feel that she was about to cum again, but I guess she wasn’t ready to. She reached out and touched my face with both hands, and kissed me.

  Carmen rolled off me and I watched her crawl around on the bed. Enjoying the perfection that was her ass. I crawled over beside her and ran my hands along her back, around her perfect ass, and squeezed her firm thighs. Carmen spread her legs and I fingered her clit and played with her lips. I used my fingers to hold her lips apart, and slid my tongue inside her. I sucked gently and her clit began to swell. I licked her with the tip of my tongue and felt her body quiver. “Ooooh!” she cried.

  With my head deep between her thighs, I sucked her clit and fingered her with one hand, while squeezing her breast with the other. Then I very deliberately spread Carmen’s lips with my thumb and forefinger, while making small circles around her clit with the tip my tongue. I slid my tongue inside her and sucked her moist lips gently. Once again, I felt her body quiver as I licked and sucked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs pressed together as her body convulsed uncontrollably.

  Chapter Three

  Zack

  I got up on my knees and entered Lana from behind. Her pussy was so wet; I could hardly control myself. I felt her ass bucking against me. I got into a long and rhythmic stroke, pulling almost completely out of her, and slowly easing myself back inside of her. Each time I entered her fully, I’d smack her ass hard and firm.

  “Ooooh, Zack, I like it like that,” Lana said, as the steady motion gave her a chance to catch herself.

  I placed my hand on her wide hips and slid my dick in and out of Lana slowly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the image of Angelique out of his mind.

  Lana was very wet, and she had excellent control of her muscles. Lana rolled over and I eased her on her back and entered her again. Lana arched her back and rotated her hips, moving slowly, then fast, and then slowly again. Her body began to quiver as she stretched out her legs, seeming to anticipate my movements. My heartbeat quickened along with my pace, until our bodies shook and she screamed, “Oh, Zack!”

  Lana smiled and touched my face, and then she curled up in the fetal position. I ran my hand over her shoulder and down her arm. Her skin was soft and smooth. I paused to admire each curve, studying each nuance of her body. Lana began to move in response. She rolled into my arms and she kissed my lips. I tasted her tongue. It glided slowly and smoothly over mine.

  I broke our embrace and spread her legs. I kissed her inner thighs and, once again, tasted the wetness between them. Lana held my head in place as my tongue slithered along her lips and made circles around her clit. Her grip grew tighter, her stomach muscles locked and her head drifted back in quiet ecstasy.

  She separated herself from me and rolled over on her back. Lana lifted her legs and grabbed her ankles. “Come fuck this pussy, Zack.”

  With the weight of my body on my arms, I eased myself inside Lana. I began the same slow and steady motion, and Lana wrapped her legs around my waist. Our bodies melted into a rhythm, with Lana working her hips and inner muscles, while licking my nipples. She knows that shit turns me the fuck on. Now, it was my body that began to tremble and Lana, who was pounding her hips furiously into me, until we both reached a very loud and violent climax.

  I came out of the room with Lana and knocked on Tee’s door as I passed. “Yo, Tee! You ready to go?”

  “I’ll be out in a minute!” he yelled.

  I walked Lana out to her car and kissed her good-bye. She got in, rolled down the window, and stuck her head out as I began walking away. “Come here, Zack,” she said. I knew she wasn’t going leave just like that. “When you gonna have some time to spend with me, Zack? This fuck buddy thing is nice, I like it, but I would like to do something every once and a while.”

  “Come on, Lana. Every time we make plans to do something, you come up with some extremely lame excuse why you can’t make it. I get tired of that.” I leaned on the window and angled toward her lips. “Why you lie so much, anyway?”

  Lana sat back in her chair and smiled. “I don’t lie; I mean it when I say it. Something always comes up. But I’m serious this time.”

  “All right.” I laughed, rubbing my two-day growth of beard.

  “I was gonna tell you that you needed to shave, but I was too busy.” She laughed. “Come on now, I’m serious. Let’s do something.”

  “Okay.” I paused a moment. “What do you wanna do?”

  “Anything, have
a drink, see a movie, walk in the park. I don’t care. Just as long as you and I do something.”

  “I’ll see how serious you are, Lana. I’ll leave it on you. Call me tomorrow at work. We’ll go for walk at Piedmont Park. Then we’ll go have a drink at one of those sidewalk spots in Buckhead. And then we’ll go see a movie.”

  “That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” she said, nodding her head with a satisfied smile. “I like the way you do things, Zack.”

  “Yeah right, sure you do. All you gotta do now is call.”

  Lana started her car, and started to back up. “That’s right. I’ll call you. ’Cause I’m gonna take your fine ass from Miss Angelique.” Lana was an aggressive woman. Once she decided that she wanted something, she went after it. And Lana was used to getting exactly what she wanted.

  I walked back toward the building and looked at my watch. It was after three o’clock. I knew that Lana had no intention of calling me the next day. She would probably call the day after with some story about a meeting that she had to go to, or some client she had to see. “Same old, Lying Lana.” I heard a horn honk. Thinking it was just Lana saying good-bye, I looked back to wave but it was Tee. He was in his car, waving for me to come on. I got in the car and he drove off.

  “Take your time. I ain’t in no hurry,” I told him.

  “You ought to be, it’s almost four o’clock,” Tavarus said.

  “And?”

  “Never mind, I forgot, Angelique don’t trip.”

  “It’s not that she don’t trip, it’s that we accept each other. I don’t question her; she don’t question me,” I said, and Tee took me home. When I got there, I went inside to find Angelique standing in the middle of the living room flipping channels. “Hi, baby.”

  She walked by me without a word and went in the kitchen. I knew she was mad ’cause it took me so long to get there. Angelique was still uncharacteristically quiet. Even when she’s mad at me, she’ll still say something.

  When she finally got around to speaking, Angelique sat listening quietly while I recapped the gentler moments of the previous evenings’ activities. She did, however, question the need to have dancers at the party. Finally, she got around to saying what was really on her mind. “What took you so long to get here, Zack? That condo ain’t but so big. I don’t care how trashed it was; it shouldn’t have taken you and Tee that long to clean up.”