The Plug's Daughter 2: It's Love and War

by Nika Michelle

  I lit the blunt and then smacked her on the ass.

  “Stop wit’ that spoiled shit.”

  She sat up and pulled her shirt over her head before removing her jeans. As she laid there beside me in her panties and bra, my dick got even harder. When she unbuttoned my jeans, I instinctively positioned myself so that she could remove them. Then she took off my boxers. My boy was standing straight up and she licked her lips all sexy like before grabbing it.

  “Smoke your blunt then,” she said before taking my hardness into her succulent mouth.

  “Mmm…” I closed my eyes and puffed on my blunt as her hot, wet mouth went to work. “Damn ma…fuck yeah.”

  In no time she was deep throating my shit and my eyes were wide open, watching. The blunt was out by that time, so I put it in the ash tray that was on the nightstand. My eyes were glued to her and she looked up at me as she spat on my shit, getting it all nice and wet. I loved her eyes.

  “You look so fuckin’ sexy wit’ all that dick in yo’ mouth…mmm…”

  She was slurping the length of my dick and softly teasing the head with sensual licks. As she did that shit over and over the sounds alone were driving me crazy. My baby was moaning and literally swallowing my dick whole. It was over for a nigga. I couldn’t do shit. When my toes started curling and my ass cheeks started clenching she went wild and started gargling on my shit.

  “I’m cumin’ ma! Arrrggggghh fuuuuuccckkkkkkk … Sen … dayum!!!!” My ass was so damn loud I was sure the neighbors heard me if they were home.

  After she swallowed and licked her lips there was a slick ass grin on her face.

  I was smiling too. Damn, that head was superb.

  “Can I have some dick now?” She was jacking my shit, but she didn’t need to, I was already hard again.

  “Sit on it.”

  “Yes sir.”

  She positioned herself on top of me, but she did reverse cowgirl style so all of that ass was in my face.

  “Hell yeah.” I slapped each of her ass cheeks and she made that fat thang twerk for daddy.

  I watched as she eased down and the intense sensation of her pussy muscles massaging my dick felt so good. When I was all the way inside she started a slow grind that speeded up rather quickly. She was sopping wet, so she easily took all of my dick and was loving it.

  “Mmm…yes Keys…I needed this…” she moaned and lifted up so that only the head of my dick was still inside of her.

  When she went back down on it she arched her back and started giving it to my ass.

  “Shit…fuck…” There my toes were curling again.

  I reached out and grabbed her hair. As I pulled it my eyes were on her sexy ass. Damn, I was loving the way she was moving. My baby was handing that dick.

  “Mmm…ahhh…damn…you feel sooo fuckin’ good deep inside your pussy Keys…”

  My pussy…hell yeah. “Mmm…get yo’ dick baby. You workin’ that shit…damn!” My hands were on her ass, groping, and grabbing. I had to hold on to something.

  “I’m cumin’ already…shit…damn you and that good ass dick!” She leaned forward and really went in trying to get another nut.

  My hands gripped her waist as she moved like a snake and rolled her pelvis around. My dick was feeling those walls and the end of that pussy. She was pushing me over the edge as she rode my dick like a pro. Her juices were streaming and I could feel that shit.

  “Damn ma…” My balls were tingling and I closed my eyes as my nut hit me like a tidal wave. “Fuck… yo’ pussy too good!”

  My arms were locked around her waist then as I held her in place so I could knock the bottom out of that muthafucking pussy.

  “Ohhhh…Keys…babyyyyyy…damn…”

  She was cuming again. I could tell. Shit, I didn’t let her go until the tingles finally calmed down and I could breath.

  “You good bae?” I asked because she was breathing so damn hard.

  “Hell yeah.” She finally lifted herself up and laid down beside me. “I’m so good right now.”

  I slapped her ass and then squeezed it as we kissed.

  “Let’s go take a shower real quick.”

  Her soft hands were on my face. “Okay, but kiss me again first.”

  Chapter 2

  Keenyn

  I just couldn’t get enough of Sen so we were going at it again in the shower. It was like we were getting it all in, just in case. Neither of us wanted to think that way, but our days could’ve been numbered. I had no clue if I was going to make it back to her. A bullet could hit me and end my life that night. Then it was always the possibility that somebody else would be sent to finish the hit on her.

  My eyes were glued to her as she got dressed. I hoped she didn’t think I was crazy because I watched her so much. It was like she was a magnet to me and I was stuck to her. She was so beautiful and I knew that I sounded like a broken record, but I just loved looking at her.

  “Don’t worry baby. I love the way you look at me. You make me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  I shook my head in amazement. “Wow.”

  “If you recall my friend, I used to do the same thing when we were kids. I always knew what you were thinkin’ then and I do now. Well, not everything now…”

  “I wish I knew what you were thinkin’.”

  She sighed and sat down on the bed. “I tell you what I’m thinkin’. You don’t. Like most men, you leave details out, so I have to go out of my way to read you.”

  Hmm, she just didn’t know the half. “Some things are better left unsaid.”

  “I try to tell you that, but you don’t understand that when it comes from me. You want to know everything. How is that fair?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess it ain’t fair, but that’s life. Who the fuck said that life was fair?”

  “You’re right about that. Look at the hand I was dealt.” She looked down at her hands. “Speaking of hands. I hate to sound superficial, but I can’t wait until everything is back to normal so I can get pampered. I need my nails done, my hair done, a full body massage, a facial and…”

  I kissed her neck. “You’ll get all of that soon baby.”

  Her phone rang on the nightstand and she got up to answer it.

  “It’s Trell.”

  I nodded for her to go ahead and see what that fool was talking about.

  “Hello.” She put the call on speaker.

  “Somebody fuckin’ killed JJ! You know something ‘bout that shit bitch?”

  “How the hell would I know anything?”

  “I told you that he had the video and shit! Did you…”

  “No! I didn’t and I don’t know shit! I’ve been laying low trying to get you off my back!”

  “Fuck! I took every DVD I could find out of that bitch and I’m ‘bout to watch each and every one of them! Fuck!”

  “Calm down Trell. I’m sure what happened has nothing to do with that.”

  “Bitch if I find out you had something to do wit’ that shit I’m gonna choke you to death wit’ my dick right before I put my gun down your throat and blow your fuckin’ pretty little head off!”

  At that point it was taking everything in me not to snap. I stood up and started pacing the floor with my glock nine in my hand. There were no bullets in it, but I kept pulling the trigger over and over imagining that I was finally putting that nigga to rest once and for all.

  * * *

  Five years ago

  “Nigga, I just found out why Trell ain’t been to school for the last two days,” Dame said excitedly over the phone.

  “Why?” I asked as I put my back pack down.

  I thought they’d finally found Trell’s pops, but that wasn’t the case. That nigga had been acting all crazy for the past few months since his father was reported missing. He was a live wire before then, but lately he was even worse.

  “He got caught wit’ two ounces of green and shit. That nigga JJ told me he sold to a undercover. From what I
hear he got outta jail today?”

  “Damn, that’s fucked up yo.” I shook my head and plopped down on the sofa.

  I turned on the television because the house was too quiet. My pops was probably out hustling as usual, so it was time to fend for myself. The leftovers in the fridge would have to do for dinner. If only my pops would settle down and marry a chick who could cook. His cooking skills were not up to par.

  “What yo’ moms cookin’?” I asked him.

  “Spaghetti nigga. You tryna come over? She loves yo’ nice ass.”

  I laughed knowingly. Dame’s mama was cool as hell and she could cook. He was right. She often teased him and said that she wished I was her son.

  “Yeah man. I’ll come through.”

  A nigga was trying to pretend like my stomach wasn’t growling like crazy.

  “Okay.”

  I hung up the phone and ventured into the kitchen for something to kill my hunger pangs. There was a bag of plain Lay’s chips that I could snack on before I took the fifteen minute drive to Dame’s crib. My pops had just bought me a black Honda Accord. A knock on the door caught my attention. That shit was pretty loud too.

  When I looked through the peep hole and saw two uniformed cops, my stomach churned. What the fuck did they want? Damn, all I could do was hope that nothing had happened to my pops. He was all that I had left. I swung the door open and the tall, dark haired, older white man asked,

  “Are you Keenyn...?”

  I spoke up before he could get my last name out. “What’s goin’ on yo?”

  “If you’re Keenyn Gaines you have the right to remain silent…” He pulled out some handcuffs and grabbed my wrist.

  My instinct to run kicked in as I yanked my arm away from his grasp. What the fuck was I being arrested for? I sold a little weed, but I wasn’t being reckless. I was young, but I wasn’t no dumb nigga.

  “What the fuck yo?” My face was all screwed up because I didn’t know what was going on.

  The shorter cop stepped into my crib just as I turned to run out of the back door.

  “Freeze!”

  I knew that they had their guns out and I didn’t want to get shot in the back. Shit, I was only seventeen and a senior in high school. That wasn’t how I wanted to go out.

  As I turned on my heels I put my hands up over my head. Fuck! I wanted to go off.

  Thirty minutes later I was being booked in the county jail as a juvenile. When I ran into that nigga Dame I knew what it was. He was being booked too. In the interrogation room I found out what that shit was all about. They didn’t say it, but I wasn’t stupid. That nigga Trell had gave me and Dame up. The cops had took the dogs and searched our lockers after school was out. I had took my green home, but there was a small baggie with a little residue in it. Dame had left his shit in his locker for the next day rather than traveled with it.

  They didn’t really have anything on me, but they still charged me anyway. It was conspiracy or some bullshit. All I know was, it got Trell off for what he had got caught with. That nigga didn’t put JJ in that shit though. My pops got me a lawyer and so I only ended up doing three months. Graduation came and went while I was in jail, but I still managed to get my diploma.

  When I got out that nigga Trell was with this chick named Tracy that I was trying to get with before I got hemmed up. He smirked and smiled at me as I stared him down. We were at the skating rink and it would’ve popped off if security didn’t have it wrapped up.

  Ever since that moment me and Dame both hated that nigga with a passion. He was a snake, a rat, a snitch and I didn’t have an ounce of respect for him. I’d been wanting to kill him for years, but since he’d been named in the indictment to get me and Dame locked up, we’d be the first suspects. That was the only thing that kept that nigga alive. However, when he threatened my woman, that shit didn’t matter. It was time to go ahead and dead that nigga.

  * * *

  “Keys, babe, did you hear me?” Sen’s voice brought me back to the present.

  “Nah, what you say yo?”

  “Trell wants me to come see him. That nigga’s gonna make me kill his ass talkin’ ‘bout he’s gonna fuck me in the ass this time. He’s sick.” Her face showed her disgust with him and I was more ready to murk him than ever.

  “He ain’t gon’ do shit to you. Know that shit ma. I heard all that shit he was talkin’, but you good. That nigga gon’ get his tonight. Shit talkin’ ass. Ain’t nothin’ to that mufucka.” I enveloped her in my arms and then the sound of the doorbell interrupted our moment. “Who the fuck is that?”

  All I could do was hope that it wasn’t Elena.

  “Go see. I gotta take a shit anyway.”

  I shook my head at my honest ass girlfriend “Okay baby. Make sure you wash up after. I don’t find shit crumbs attractive.” She laughed and we engaged in a quick kiss before I went to answer the door.

  When I saw that it was Dame I opened the door eager to know what was going on.

  “What’s the word my nigga?” I pounded him up as he walked inside.

  “Nothin’ ‘bout that. It’s been silent in Trell Land. I was just passin’ through to drop this shit off. That nigga Paco just gave it to me. I took him wit’ me to get rid of the body and get Sen’s whip.”

  He put a wallet in my hand.

  “Of course he got all of the money and credit cards out first. He left the license and shit though. Why that fool would carry that shit around to do a hit I just don’t know.” He shook his head. “Maybe it ain’t legit.”

  For the first time I noticed that nigga didn’t look too good. His eyes had dark circles around them and he looked like he’d lost a few pounds.

  “Thanks nigga. You good?”

  “Yeah nigga. Just tired. I ain’t gon’ lie. I been grindin’ more than I been eatin’ and sleepin’ man.”

  “Well, you need to get some rest and a full course meal or two my nigga.” I had fell off with my work out, but I always found time to eat.

  “You right man. After this shit go down wit’ Trell I’m gon’ get on my shit. I been wantin’ to kill that nigga for a long ass time.”

  I nodded in understanding. “Me too. Especially now.”

  He put his hand on the doorknob. “A’ight man. It’s still early, so I’m gon’ hit you when it’s time.”

  “Already my nigga. The sooner the better.”

  He left and I walked back upstairs with that wallet in my hand. Finally, I at least had a name for the nigga who had tried to kill Sen. It was a possibility that the ID was fake, but it was something. If nothing else I could get Dame’s Federal Agent friend Sammy to finger print that shit. That was a good ass idea.

  * * *

  Jasenia

  “Who was that?” I asked when Keys came back in the bedroom

  “Dame. He brought this.” He waved a dark brown leather wallet in the air.

  “Okay, so…”

  “It’s the nigga’s wallet who tried to kill you.”

  “Ohhh.” My interest was piqued.

  He opened the wallet and pulled the license out.

  “That’s him. His name is supposedly Craig Donaldson, but I’m gonna find out for sure.”

  “What if he’s only a hit man? Having that information won’t help us.”

  “It might lead us to who hired him.”

  “I hope so.”

  “Come here mami.”

  I stood up and walked over to him. His embrace was much needed like always. Damn, I just felt so safe and protected in his arms. The thing was, I had to keep what I’d just done from him. If he knew he’d be mad as hell. I played it off well though, because I was actually pissed the fuck off. What I’d just discovered had me reeling, but I couldn’t let him know.

  “I love you Sen.” He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose and then my lips.

  “I love you too Keys.”

  “I’m so glad I found you again.”

  “Me too,” I agreed.

  “There’s noth
in’ I wouldn’t do for you.”

  Was that guilt talking? “Would you keep anything from me?”

  He looked down at me. “Why would you ask me that?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “No reason. Just wondering.”

  “You bein’ insecure again?” His hand was under my chin making me look up at him.

  Forcing a smile on my face, I continued my façade “Nah babes. Just thinking. That’s all. I’m not trippin’.”

  “Okay, ‘cause we don’t need no friction. This is new and it’s crazy as hell already. When things get back to some type of normalcy it’s gonna feel weird, ‘cause all we know is crazy. I don’t want us to have nothin’ to fall back on. I wanna make sure this is real Sen, ‘cause I’m invested in it. For real ma.” His eyes were glued to mine.

  “I’m invested too babe.” I kissed him as he held me tightly.

  “You better be.”

  “Hmm…”

  “What does that mean?” He asked sensing that something was up with me.

  “Nothing babe. Still thinking.”

  “Okay. Well, I got some business to handle. I gotta drop some shit off. I’ll be back in a couple hours and then I’m gonna have to see ‘bout that nigga Trell. You already know what to do baby. Let that nigga be mad. You ain’t goin’ to see him. As a matter of fact you stayin’ here. Got it.”

  “Yes, I got it.”

  “That was too easy.” He frowned down at me.

  “No babe, I get it. I want this over with just as much as you do. I know how dangerous it is to go see Trell or to leave here period. Go and handle your business. I’m good.”

  His stare was intense for at least a good two minutes. It was as if he was trying to read me, but my face stayed neutral.

  “Okay,” he finally said with a sigh.

  I walked him to the door and we kissed passionately before he left. I ran upstairs to throw on my disguise. I had some shit to handle.

  * * *

  The taxi driver pulled up at the address that I gave him and I quickly got out after giving him the fare. My hair was tucked under a black A fitted and there were dark shades covering my eyes. When I got to the door I removed them. I stood close to the door so that when the person looked through the peep hole they would only see the hat and nothing else. I was banking on not being recognized.