Sex in the Hood Saga

by White Chocolate

  Time is going too fast. The pain radiated from the sharp clutch around his heart, up his neck, down his arm.

  He felt like he was on the verge of a panick attack. He set the computer on the blankets, then laid back, holding The Queen’s hand. The heat of her fingers comforted him. But when he shifted, the needles pierced his heart.

  No, she couldn’t wake up to find him dead.

  I can control this with my mind. Mind over matter.

  Intuition echoed those same words. But the pain intensified.

  He took long, deep breaths to calm himself. But his heart was racing. And it hurt. So Knight laid staring wide eyed at the ceiling.

  Am I dying?

  Chapter 64

  The Queen sat behind her glass desk at Babylon HQ, punching numbers into her sleek, silver laptop computer. She had just finished a conference call with L.A., Chicago, New York, and Dallas. Now, finally, it was quiet enough for them to concentrate. Seemed like the phones had been ringing nonstop and employees had been coming in all morning, interrupting their work. She pulled off her gold framed glasses.

  “Knight,” she said, focusing on him as he hung up the phone. He’d been hammering out the details of the meeting with Moreno tomorrow afternoon and the board meeting after that. Their every move right now was putting Babylon closer to domination over their competitors.

  They had so much work to do between now and the wedding, so they could take off and not give Babylon a single worry. But The Queen was worried that all this work was taking a toll on Knight. He hadn’t looked right this morning.

  Plus they were going to Jamal’s studio this afternoon to record their wedding song, which she’d written last night. Seemed like there weren’t enough hours in the day. The Queen’s muscles tensed. And that triggered her body’s automatic urge to relieve stress; have an orgasm.

  She glanced at Knight. Maybe she could slide down on it for a minute and let Shane take care of this.

  Damn, he looks pale. Somethin’ ain’t right.

  She froze. Were her mixed-race sex powers taking a toll on Knight? Despite Knight reassuring her that he was fine, she didn’t think he looked good, so she decided to leave him be. She could take care of it herself. A quick flick of the fingers and boom, she’d cum and be good to go. However, she’d rather enjoy the sensations of somebody wrapping their lips around it and sucking for a while. Then her muscles would loosen up. Where was Honey when she needed her?

  The thought of tasting some of Honey’s sweetness made The Queen’s pussy throb even harder. Focus! The Queen studied the green numbers on the computer screen.

  “These numbers don’t make sense,” she said, shifting to make her thong rub against her pussy. “Look at the net and the gross for the past three Bang Squad gigs in The Garage. Somethin’s outta whack.”

  She stood up to let Knight sit down and let his math whiz mind do some calculations. He looked pale, like he had last night.

  Maybe he’s stressin’ about the meetings. But Knight never lets it show. She massaged the back of his shoulders through his crisp white shirt. “Knight, baby, you okay?”

  His brows drew together as he focused on the numbers. “Maybe it’s time to add more meat and dairy back into your diet,” she said. “Maybe all those vegetables just aren’t enough for my African god warrior.”

  Turning toward her, “I get all the meat and cream I need,” he smiled and winked.

  “But maybe you’re anemic, not enough iron,” she said, pressing her cheek to his, “Your cheeks feel hot.”

  “My whole body’s been hotter since I first saw you,” he said. “I see the problem here. Somebody neglected to add in the tips and fees. That skewed the numbers.”

  The Queen could almost hear Knight’s mind ticking down a list of suspects. Because if they had done this deliberately, they were stealing money from Babylon. And the last person who had done that, had joined Milan and Beamer for a life of sexual servitude down in Mexico.

  “CoCo,” Knight said without looking up from the screen, “call the accountants to do a computer history on who entered these figures. Not just whose names were on the report, but who logged in and jacked up my dollars.”

  “Yes, sir,” CoCo said, flipping open her phone. She walked through the double doors to the back offices.

  The Queen kissed the top of his bald head. “Brilliant man!”

  She pressed her lips to his ear. “I love you to the infinity.”

  He turned to kiss her mouth. Anytime their lips touched, it felt like time stopped.

  “A month can’t come soon enough,” The Queen whispered. “I bet all you need is some rest and your beautiful face will start glowin’ like rich, dark chocolate again. We’ll get that pink blush back on your cheeks, like when we make love.”

  He grasped her hands then raised her ring to his mouth to kiss it. “Mrs. Johnson, you got a brotha feelin’ so unbelievable.”

  “Believe it. I’m yours for life.”

  Big Moe walked in through the front office doors. “Must be nice bein’ in love, mon,” he said, setting an envelope on the desk. “Phone records. I won’t interrupt nothin’.”

  “I appreciate cha, man,” Knight said.

  As soon as he left, someone else knocked on the side door leading to the secretarial cubicles.

  “Damn! All these interruptions,” The Queen said.

  The door opened. In walked Honey in a short white dress, gold sandals with straps laced up her juicy calves, and gold bands snaking around her upper arms. Her juicy titties bounced under the sheer fabric as she approached the desk. She curtsied Knight, who nodded back without looking away from the computer.

  “Queen,” Honey said through full, peach-glossed lips, “here’s today’s mail and that credit card report you asked for.”

  “Thank you,” The Queen said, inhaling Honey’s brown sugar, vanilla scent. She was one of the prettiest women The Queen had ever seen. “And there’s a woman who wants to see you,” Honey said. “She’s in the lobby. Says she met you at the sorority party at The Playhouse.”

  The Queen stiffened. “How’d she find her way over here?”

  “Coco invited her.”

  “That doesn’t sound right,” The Queen said. “What’s her name?”

  “Trina Michaels.”

  Knight glanced up. “Hell no,” he bellowed. “Client or not, no journalist is welcome in Babylon HQ. I don’t care if she hires every Stud and Slut for a month long party. This building is off limits to outsiders. Bring CoCo’s little ass back in here.”

  “Yes, sir,” Honey said.

  “Baby girl, turn on the insurance.”

  The Queen stepped toward the eight foot, black and gold striped mummy cases flanking the glass shelves behind the desk. After opening each one, she pressed a red button and saw a crimson light flash. She did the same with two mummy cases flanking the double doors facing the desk.

  CoCo walked in and she spoke before being spoken to. “I made an exception,” CoCo said, “because Ms. Michaels wanted to meet the man behind this enterprise.”

  “We coulda done that over lunch downtown,” Knight said, standing. He stepped down from the marble platform that held the desk. Down three steps, and he towered over CoCo.

  “What up, CoCo?”

  She stared up at him with her usual business toughness. “Well, Ms. Michaels wants to hook up a deal for her annual Christmas party in Washington, D.C.”

  “Coulda done that elsewhere too. Next.”

  “She kinda got the hots for The Queen.” Knight shook his head. “Like I said—”

  The Queen stepped between them. “What is the deal, CoCo? Did she lick your pussy so good you agreed to violate Babylon protocol?”

  CoCo smiled. “Actually . . .”

  The double doors opened and in walked Honey with Trina Michaels. She wore dark jeans, high-heeled sandals and had a pink pedicure that made her toes look like little pieces of candy. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her green blouse, a
nd her long brown hair bounced as she strode in.

  “Queen,” she exclaimed, smiling. Her big brown eyes glowed with lust and excitement as she shook The Queen’s hand. “Nice to see you again.” The Queen’s gut cramped at the idea of this nationally known TV reporter stepping into the nerve center of Babylon.

  Knight stepped behind the desk and turned off the computer. “How can we help you, Ms. Michaels?” Knight asked.

  Trina looked up at him like she wanted to slurp him down whole, the same way she’d checked out the Studs at the party. But Knight stared down at her like he didn’t even notice. “I understand you enjoyed the party,” he said with a complete business tone.

  “Had the time of my life!” she exclaimed, taking The Queen’s hand. “This woman has a magnificent mind!”

  Honey and CoCo stared with confused expressions.

  “What can we do for you?” Knight asked with a more stern tone. “We don’t normally hold meetings here. If you’d like to arrange a party, we can do that in our downtown offices.”

  “Actually, I have an unusual proposal for you,” the TV chick said. “I want to do a special on the sex industry, and I—”

  Knight nodded so subtly to The Queen, no one could have noticed.

  Honey closed and locked the double doors. And CoCo sat down on one of the black and gold striped satin couches against the side wall.

  The Queen raised Trina’s hand to her mouth, then trailed the woman’s knuckles over her hot, parted lips.

  Trina gasped.

  At the same time, Honey went to the sound system on the glass shelves behind the desk. One of Bang Squad’s sexiest slow songs began to play.

  Knight sat in the chair behind the desk.

  The Queen stepped closer to Trina. She leaned into her soft brown hair, by her ear, and whispered, “You got the prettiest pussy. Made me think of a pink and brown flower.” Trina’s eyes widened. Her nipples poked even harder through her shirt as The Queen stepped closer. Her arm brushed against one titty, making the woman close her eyes.

  She glanced around nervously. “All these people . . .”

  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” The Queen teased. Then her voice hardened. “This is why you schemed your way up where nobody is allowed to enter. Isn’t it, Trina?”

  The woman stepped back, her eyes wide with worry.

  The Queen felt the rhythm of the sexy music. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of what was about to go down. Fresh meat.

  The Queen stepped closer to Trina. Standing nose to nose with her, she pouted her lips and stared seductively into her eyes. “Trina, you ever ate some pussy?”

  “No,” she whispered, glancing at Knight and CoCo.

  Honey sat on one of the marble steps leading up to the desk. She leaned back on the heels of her hands, offering her beautiful titties up into the air, legs wide so that her bare knees offered a delightful view, down to her thighs, where her white dress fluffed in her lap. Honey swayed gently to the music as she held a gold lighter to a long blunt. Squinting, she sucked down the sweet smoke, then offered it to Trina.

  The reporter shook her head. “This isn’t what—” Then she shrugged and took the blunt. Sucked down some smoke like a pro. She moaned as smoke poured out of her mouth and her whole body visibly relaxed. She gazed longingly at The Queen and said, “I didn’t expect to—”

  “I know how you feel,” The Queen said, her lip slightly brushing Trina’s mouth as she spoke. “Wasn’t quite what I expected when we saw you either.”

  Trina kissed her. She pressed those pretty brown lips straight onto The Queen’s mouth. Like she’d been hungering for a girl all her life but was too scared to make it happen.

  “Yeah,” Knight groaned. “CoCo, call Twister.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Before The Queen closed her eyes, to love the sensation of this new, beautiful woman kissing her, she glimpsed in the corner of her eye, Knight’s giant hand stroking the crotch of his pants.

  My pipe is steamin’ now.

  The Queen raised Trina’s palms up to the V of her blouse. Slid them inside, let Trina feel the hard points of her nipples under her lace bra. “Take your clothes off,” The Queen whispered as she led Trina toward the couch.

  Both women undressed.

  Damn, her pussy looks good.

  The Queen straddled one end of the couch. “Come taste,” she whispered, sliding down to offer her bare pussy up to this hungry bitch.

  Trina straddled the couch, too, facing The Queen. She leaned down, mouth open.

  “Oooh, seems like you’ve done this before,” The Queen whispered. “Or does eating pussy just come naturally to you?”

  A soft moan was all the response she got.

  “Sit up,” The Queen said, as she spread Trina’s legs.

  “Ooh, just look at that pretty sight,” The Queen said, loving the image of another juicy pussy about to press into hers. “Knight, baby, you see this?”

  Suddenly Trina looked embarrassed. She must have forgotten that Knight was there, and CoCo.

  Honey offered Trina another hit on the blunt.

  The Queen delighted in watching this prim and proper professional woman suck down smoke and relax.

  Yeah, now she’s ready to get turned out in a new way.

  The Queen closed her eyes, grinding in a slow circle, her whole body trembling with the extreme pleasure of her clit rubbing against another one. Trina moaned as she began grinding and rotating her hips to match The Queen’s motions. “Yeah, work that pussy,” The Queen whispered, staring into Trina’s eyes.

  “Good gracious, I had no idea,” Trina whispered, “no idea it could be so divine.”

  The Queen laid back, so that her back arched and her titties poked up. Honey came to the rescue. She knelt at her side, sucking one hard point into her hot mouth.

  CoCo did the same with Trina.

  In just a few minutes, Trina convulsed all over the place. Her pulsating pussy made The Queen’s throb even harder; she shuddered with orgasm.

  That’s when Knight stepped in.

  Trina laid back on the couch, legs spread.

  “Oh,” The Queen groaned, loving the sight of Trina’s pretty pink pussy. The Queen shoved her fingers in it and Trina screamed in ecstasy.

  The Queen knelt on the carpet, then lowered her face into the pussy.

  Behind her, Knight knelt, too.

  Just as The Queen’s lips wrapped around Trina’s cherry sized clit, Knight’s big dick rammed up into The Queen’s pussy from the back.

  The Queen sucked like her life depended on it. She licked and finger fucked, as she moaned and shivered with the pleasure of Knight’s pipe, pounding into her sweet canal.

  On the carpet, nearby, Honey spread her sweet stuff for CoCo to lick as CoCo’s finger fucked herself from behind, her beautiful dark ass poked up in the air, her titties dancing over the carpet as she sucked.

  “I’m ’bout to blow,” Knight groaned. He pounded harder and harder.

  The Queen licked ferociously.

  CoCo and Honey came all over the floor.

  “Damn!” Knight exclaimed as he nutted inside The Queen.

  Trina panted, then collapsed.

  They all laid quiet for a few minutes.

  Then, when they were dressed, Trina revisited the TV interview question.

  Knight walked to the mummy case. He pulled out a videotape and said, “The answer is no. Hell no. And neva in a million years, unless you’d like to see this on national TV to preview your legal analysis of the day.”

  Chapter 65

  Jamal was diggin’ the way CoCo was sucking his dick while he worked the board in his music studio. Life for a twenty-two-year-old brotha from the hood didn’t get much better than this fantasy hook up as a hip-hop music mogul. He was sitting in his big chair, getting blown by his lady, and watching Knight and The Queen through the glass in the sound booth, where they were jammin’ on their wedding song, and each other.

  The world go
n’ cum jus’ by watchin’ the sexiest couple groove in my studio. Knight a bad dude, plannin’ his disappearing act like this.

  The soft light of white candles all around the soundbooth cast the most seductive glow over their nude bodies. They looked like a huge licorice twist around a long caramel sucker, and their love was so hot that they both glistened as if they were melting into one.

  As Knight planted his lips on The Queen’s shoulder and sucked her skin, making her pretty cinnamon nipples point straight at Jamal, he moaned.

  “The world ain’t neva seen that kinda love,” Jamal whispered. “But I’m ’bout to show ’em.” He glanced at the panel of knobs and red lights to his right. Yeah, the cameras were rolling on four angles, including the ceiling, to capture that from every angle. They’d have to edit to make it clean enough for TV, but the Bang Squad knew all kinds of ways to show a lot of bumpin’ and grindin’ without showing the whole body part.

  Jamal swayed his body to the sexy beat he had laid to The Queen’s song. It started with The Queen whispering, “Promise you’ll always kiss me like this.”

  The hook jammed on their hit theme song, “Love You to the Infinity,” which had been rocking the charts since its debut.

  The fact that Knight and The Queen had refused all media interviews from the hottest hip-hop magazines and TV shows out there only made fans want more. All kinds of rumors were burnin’ up cell phones, e-mails, and Internet Web sites about the real identities of The Queen and her Knight.

  Some said it was Tupac and Aaliyah reincarnated. Or that they had faked their deaths and were recording from some remote hideaway under aliases.

  But nobody except folks at Babylon knew the truth. And they also knew that if they snitched that’d be their ass. So the secret was kept. And sales and rumors would shoot through the roof as soon as Manifest Destiny went into effect.

  “Millions,” Jamal whispered.

  Do I really wanna buy Babylon? Yeah, it would be crazy dough. But Bang Squad, Inc. makin’ mad money too. Dang, I can’t let my boy Knight down. I gave my word.