Trapnights

by AP Jermaine

  “Was that good?” She asked with devilish sarcasm. I threw the coke in her lap and opened the door for her to get out.

  “Great.”

  That was last night. To hear that Luke was there in the projects with Hood and Shell, set off alarms in my head. If Big Joe had plenty of heroin, what the hell was Luke doing in McDougald Terrace. One thing I know about dopefiends; company is something they definitely don’t seek out. I didn’t find out until later, in bits and pieces, exactly what happened. Luke had helped pull off one of the oldest robbery tricks in the game. Only this time, it wasn’t a robbery that was set in motion. After Keisha had opened the door to let Luke in and walked away, Luke had come in and shut the door, but only pretended to lock it behind him. Shell and Hood were so doped up they didn’t even notice. Big Joe and Ish were waiting outside. The plan was for Luke to go in and have a look around. If Shell was there with Hood, Luke was to stay inside the apartment. If Shell wasn’t there, then Luke was to make up any excuse he could think of and come directly back out. When Luke went in and didn’t reappear, Big Joe knew it was on. Easing down the side of the building, he and Ish had slid into the apartment’s back door, encountering Hood and Shell just as they’d hoped. Nodding and slipping. It all went down within a matter of seconds. Hood was the first to catch a smack upside his head with the chrome .40 caliber Ish carried! “CLOP!!!” The smack sounded off as blood spilled from the knot on his head instantaneously! By the time that Shell went to reach for his gun, Big Joe was all over him, pistol whipping him unmercifully! Keisha, who was upstairs putting a clear coat of toenail polish on her feet just before she was to run out to the store and meet me to get fucked, was startled by all the commotion and got up to investigate. Just as she descended the stairs she bared witness to Big Joe, letting off an explosive round from his snub nosed .44 Magnum! “BOOOOMM!!!” Hood lay on the floor bleeding and begging, as Joe proceeded to drag a beaten and shot Shell out the backdoor! Luke was nowhere to be found. Now, the realization that Big Joe could have killed Shell right there in the apartment without taking him outside, made me think of two possibilities. Either he was bringing him outside to kill him in front of everyone, to try and make a foolish example, or he was attempting to kidnap him, take him somewhere secluded, and make sure he died a slow, agonizing death. The second possibility made more sense. At around this exact time, I was diving out of my BMW gun in hand, racing to the apartment just as Big Joe was backing out of the door dragging a weakened and wounded Shell! I rounded the corner just in time to lock eyes with Big Joe! He carried a large chrome pistol in one hand and a bloody ass Shell in the other. Instantly I let off two rounds! “BOOM! BOOM!” My Desert Eagle had kick, but not enough to make me land on my back as hard as I did. For a second, I was disoriented. I was thirsty and my ears were ringing. I’d never wanted something cold to drink that bad in my life! I realized then that I’d been shot, but knew I didn’t have time to survey the wound. That would have to wait. I was still alive. Gritting my teeth through the pain, I pushed up to my feet and stumbled over to where Shell and Big Joe lay. Both of them were staring up at me, although the fist sized hole that was leaking brain and blood, on the side of Big Joe’s head, let me know that he was only looking through me into the afterlife. One of my bullets had found its mark. Shell looked up with fear and desperation in his eyes as he held his bleeding side. Ish had taken off running, firing backwards without looking back. That’s how Shell go shot in his side. He’d actually been shot in the back by a fleeing Ish, and the bullet had exited through his side. Keisha stood on the back porch screaming, before Hood limped out holding his head, screaming even louder than Keisha. I’d already told Keisha to dial 911, although I doubt it was necessary; by the large amount of onlookers, who were checking out the action. I could hear the sirens coming, and in what seemed like a matter of

  seconds, they were there. I had to get outta there! I’d been shot! I was a victim, and a suspect. Justine called out to me, and I hauled ass up outta there!

  Now here I sit. Bandaged up in the fuckin hospital with a tube down my dick!

  “Baby! Oh no, baby!” Monique burst into the room with a chubby white nurse hot on her heels! She was becoming hysterical so I reached up and grabbed her arm.

  “Monique!” She calmed just enough for me to speak. “Chill. I’m good. I’m fine.” I spoke calmly but firm.

  “Baby you bleeding. What happened?” Monique still whined, as tears ran like a river down her face.

  “That niggas dead.” I stated as Monique stared at me with fear and confusion etched onto her face. The nurse had retreated from the room after I waved her away.

  “What nigga baby?”

  “Big Joe.” I looked at her and tried to read her expression. “I killed him. He’s dead.” I said with more venom, than I’d intended. Monique reached up and gently touched the bandage where my bullet wound was. I don’t know how she felt, but I know how I did. Like an explosive orgasm had just been achieved. Satisfied!

  Four days later I was in the Durham Police Departments interrogation room at their main Chapel Hill St. Headquarters. Although police do only check for other shooting victims at the scene and in the area, they also check a sixty - mile radius. Had this been a Friday or Saturday night, there probably would have been at least a dozen shooting incidents in the Bull City alone. But as my luck would have it, this particular homicide happened on a Tuesday evening around two-thirty. There was only one other shooting within a sixty - mile radius around that time, and that was a woman who’d shot her husband in the ass, after catching him coming out of a hotel in Cary with her niece. So here I sit. Keisha called and informed me that the homicide detectives had questioned her and Hood, and that in their questioning, they’d several times mentioned my name. They’d mentioned my name in the same sentence with Big Joe, and murder. I don’t know how the fuck they knew my mom’s address, but they’d been by there several times in a 24-hour span, and had a car sitting across the street from her house, up until this evening when I came in with my lawyer Lauryn Laddell. Lauryn was short, thick, and beautiful. And she was white. She was the most sought after lawyer in Robeson County. She also kept a baby soft, clean shaven pussy that tasted like strawberries. She looked like the epitome of a force to be reckoned with, in her Vera Wane pantsuit, Gucci heels, and Chanel “don’t fuck with me” eyeglasses. My grandmother lived in Robeson County. Lumberton to be exact. Every year, no matter what, I visited her at Easter. We went to church, and then ate a huge home cooked dinner. It was tradition. This past Easter I was visiting, and my grandmother wanted to go play Bingo. The drive to Fayetteville where she wanted to play, was at least an hour away. So, I figured I might as well find something to do for the two hours I’d be waiting for her to finish playing. Directly across the street from the Bingo parlor, I noticed a place called Mr. Bills’ workout and Fitness Center. I had some sneakers and basketball shorts in the trunk, and decided I’d go shoot some jumpers to kill some time. I could see the full court that Mr. Bills possessed through its glassed window. There was only one other person in the gym when I paid my ten dollars and went in. It was a white chic shooting free throws. I walked to the opposite end of the court and began practicing my jump shot. I was working up a pretty good sweat when the white chic came jogging down to my end bouncing a basketball.

  “Wanna play one?” She asked with a smile.

  “Play what?” I asked, just now noticing that this white girl was fire! She was dressed in a pink Nike shorts set, with pink and white Air Maxes. Her short blond haircut reminded me of the singer Pink, only this chic had a body like a black chic!

  “What you mean play what? You think your games all that?” She smiled again as she ran past me, smacked me on the ass, and laid the ball up. Yeah. I definitely was about to let her back me down in the paint! She actually had a decent game. For a white lady. She told me she’d started point guard at South Carolina, until she ruptured her Achilles her sophomore year and left the team. She was a lawyer. After L
aw school, she’d worked two years for the District Attorney’s office before going into private practice for herself. Now District Attorneys feared her. She was thorough. The best that money could buy. If there was a crack or a crease, anywhere in a case, she’d find it and capitalize. She didn’t have a man and that was surprising. Being that she looked delicious, was only twenty- nine years old, and had money as long as trains smoke. I didn’t ask her any questions though. I figured if she wanted me to know something she’d tell me. Just like she was telling everything else about herself. We kicked it for a while and clicked instantly. I’d never fucked with a white chic before, and definitely not a lawyer! Later that night, I fucked Monique to sleep, and left her in our room at the Sheraton to go meet up with Lauryn the lady lawyer. Her house was huge! When I pulled up to the address that Lauryn had given me, I parked right behind her pearl white convertible Porsche, walked up to the front door prepared to ring the bell, and was met by a ferocious, ass naked lady lawyer! I hadn’t even closed the door before she had her tongue down my throat and her hands tugging at my belt! She was having a little trouble so becoming frustrated, she fell to her knees in front of me to get at my dick! “Oooooh! Look at that cock! It’s so big! Oooh that’s beautiful!” She grabbed my thick nine inches and examined it like a priceless piece of jewelry, just before kissing it all over, and then attempting to deep throat it! This chic was a beast! She pulled me down to the carpet with her and in one swift motion, spun around throwing her leg across my body, leveling us into the sixty - nine position! Her pussy was clean shaven and looked like a ripe Georgia peach. Now, right here is where most of ya’ll broads is saying, “This nigga ain’t shit. He bout to eat that bitch pussy.” But no. You would be wrong. I am not about to eat this bitch. I am about to “devour” this “investment”! I’m about to eat this money bag until she cries! If you’re gonna call yourself a hustler, then you gotta hustle. At all costs and at the drop of a hat. This is a white, woman, lawyer. Priceless! Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her hips down closer to my face and licked her slowly from clit to pussy hole. The heart stopping shriek she let out, was enough to wake the dead! “AAAAHHH!” As if on cue, she went to work sucking my dick with a strong and fierce determination! She was trying to pull it up outta me, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer! I pulled her clit between my teeth and sucked it like a baby’s bottle. She couldn’t take it. She yelled and bucked as I held onto her waist not allowing her to run! She came so hard that her sticky cream shot across my chin! Yes, she was a squirter! The first I’d ever been with. But definitely not the last. “Wooooo! Ah! Ah!” She screamed just before her body shook, trembled, then went limp! She was spent and needed time to recover. My dick was still rock hard, and by her having to take her hot mouth off of it to scream and whine, she’d allowed my own steadily rising orgasm to subside some. Which is exactly what I wanted. After catching her breath, she attempted to finish sucking me off but I stopped her immediately. Rolling from underneath her, I stood as she stared at me in wonderment. “What’s wrong?” She asked breathlessly with her orgasm weakened voice. Without giving a response, I reached down, scooping her up in my arms, walked over and tossed her onto the cream - colored love seat beside a huge platinum colored plasma television. Scooping my pants up off the floor, I retrieved a Bareback condom from the inside of my left front pocket. Lauryn smiled up at me, then laid back legs spread wide, fingering her rose colored clit.

  “Turn around.” I ordered this thick, white woman lawyer, like a Mandingo slave about to fuck his cruel master’s wife!

  “Yes daddy.” She purred as she twisted around, got up on her knees and looked back at me. “I’m ready daddy.” Now all my real niggas know, there’s something about a broad staring back at you while you’re beating that pussy down. The shit drives me wild! It’s like their challenging me and I have to perform to show them I’m a true champion. I rolled the condom on, placed my hand on the small of her back, and slid in slowly, inch by inch. “OOOOH! Goddamn you got a big dick daddy! AHHHHH!” I picked up speed as her pussy splashed juices all over my thighs! Before long, I was pounded her pussy out like she owed me money! Grabbing onto her hips, I pushed the length of my shaft all the way into her, slowly grinding my hips into her middle as I felt my dick head hit bottom. “OOHHH SHIT!!! You, black motherfucker fuck me!!!” she screamed. The comment caught me by surprise at first. But no worry, I catch on quick. Hungrily I pounded into her with a newfound fury! “Ohhhh Shiiit!”

  “Shut up bitch! You love this black dick, don’t you?” I growled

  “Oh shit, yesss!”

  “Shut up and take this black dick bitch!”

  “Okay! Oh god, I’m about to!”

  “White slut!”

  “Yes! Oh god! I’m cumming!”

  “Shut the fuck up bitch! That’s all you’ve been waiting on is some of this big black nigger dick ain’t it!” I talked shit as I pounded her pussy like a maniac on the loose!

  “Yesss! Oh yesss! I’m about to cum!”

  “You ain’t shit but a white trash slut! Ain’t you!”

  “Yesss! Oh shit!”

  “Say it!”

  “Oh shit! I’m a white…. Trash… slut! Oh god, I’m cummmmminnng!” She screamed my name along with a few obscenities I couldn’t quite make out, as she almost fell off the love seat with another heart stopping orgasm! Yeah. I bet the neighbors know “My” motherfuckin name! Our fucking went on for hours. Doggystyle, missionary, cowgirl, reverse. I wore that white pussy down to the nub! I went through a box and a half of rubbers and she still refused to let me leave until she swallowed one. By then, I felt like I wasn’t shooting nothing but water! I came so much my balls were sore! She wanted me to stay but I kept it real from the jump, and told her I had a wifey waiting on me back at the hotel. I was just hoping like hell Monique didn’t want no dick when I got back. I promised Lauryn I’d come back the next weekend and I did. I soon found out that she’d never been with but one white guy in her life, and that was when she was just sixteen. He took her virginity. The next guy was the star of her high school’s basketball team named “Jay.” She went black and never went back. She didn’t have a man because she was currently going through a divorce, and her soon to be ex-husband would do anything to project her as an unfaithful spouse. He was the Fayetteville Chief of Police, and she was a lawyer that secretly loved bad boys. They were doomed from the start. She said that me being from The Bull City made things more convenient for her situation, although she’d love to be able to somehow spend more time with me. When it came to lawyers, she was one of the most sought after in the state. Being an ex-District Attorney’s office employee, left her with priceless inside connects. I think we all can agree, that it’s not what you know, but whom. She used what she had, to get what she wanted, and her bank account reflected it. If she knew a judge was sweet on her, she’d flirt with him and give him empty promises of sex to have motions ruled in her favor. “It happens more than you’d think.” She told me. She did whatever it took to get her clients off. Just like Kerry Washington in “Scandal.” The only difference is, instead of her being a black lady who loves white men, she’s a white lady who loves black. Ironic aint it? She didn’t sleep with a lot of men, but the lucky ones whom she did, got the full service. We got together at least once a week after that. She’d call and say she needed a fix, then either drive to Durham, or we’d meet up halfway. After hearing about her punk ass cop husband, I decided to stay the hell away from Fayetteville. Wouldn’t wanna fuck up a good thing. I even had her smoking tree when she was with me. She was one of those white chics with a black soul, so she was down for whatever. But right now, our situation is different. She’s sitting here with me in the Durham Police Department Headquarters as my attorney. Two detectives have just entered the room. Both are black, although one is short and bald, while the other is tall and lanky. Short and bald is wearing a gray suit with white shoes. Where the hell do they do that at! I already know he’s g
onna be an asshole. Tall and lanky is wearing jeans and a N.C. State sweatshirt. He’s got his badge hanging from his neck on a chain, and he’s calling himself trying to intimidate me by staring me down. It aint working.

  “Alright then, let’s get started. Ms. Laddell, even though I must admit that I’ve heard of your reputation, I’m surprised to see you so far away from your territory,” Mr. sweatshirt and jeans spoke, as he and his partner sat down across from us.

  “If you’ve heard so much about me then you should already know, that I’ll go wherever my skills or my clients need me to go. So, home is wherever I wish it to be. And you are?” Lauryn crossed her legs and stared back at him with disgust. A clear indication that he was speaking to someone above his pay grade.

  “Oh. Please forgive me for being rude. I’m Detective Walker and this is Detective Rhyne. We’re working the homicide case of one Joseph D. Glasson, also known as “Big Joe.” You know what I’m talking about don’t you Theodore? He went from lawyer to me without warning. Probably some weak ass tactic they were taught at the academy to catch people off guard.

  “Please Mr. Walks or whatever your name is. If you want to ask my client anything, then you will address me first or this interview is over before it gets started.” Lauryn was mean. I liked that.

  “My apologies Ms. Laddell. No need to get testy. Is it alright if your client answers the question?”

  “If he wants to.”

  “The answer is no. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I answered abruptly.

  “I see. Well then, I just have a few more questions. You are aware of your rights; aren’t you? You have the right to remain sil…”