Finessers 3

by Lucinda John

  I went the kitchen to retrieve my food from the oven. The smell of the stew turkey, white rice, and cabbage made my mouth water. I scarfed the food down in seconds, washing it all down with a can of orange Crush. Full and satisfied, I checked on the boys; they were sleeping so peacefully. I gave CJ a kiss then brushed my lips against Chad’s before planting a kiss on it. The moment our lips touched, the butterflies that I felt when I was around him returned. It was as if my soul was in tuned with his.

  After watching them for a few minutes, I headed back to the master bedroom. There was nothing good on TV to watch, so I decided to watch Antwone Fisher on Netflix. The last thing I remembered was thinking of all the ways Derek Luke could get it before sleep took over my body.

  Chapter 10

  Chasity

  The hate that I had for Cinnamon was real. I was too ready to get rid of her ass. I couldn’t believe how my perfect plan crumbled. CJ was supposed to be dead, but that little rug rat somehow made it out alive. Good thing I was able to sneak into Chad’s office and delete footage of the surveillance videos to make it look like the nanny was responsible for poisoning his son.

  I knew how Chad operated. I knew that once he suspected that foul play was involved that the first thing he would do was check the videos. I made sure that I only left footage of my being loving and caring to his little bastard.

  When that plan failed, I paid the nurse twenty grand to switch the DNA to make it look like CJ wasn’t his. It worked at first and my pussy got wet at the thought of Chad killing the bitch, but Julie’s ass had to fuck that up. She had some private doctor administer another DNA, which proved CJ was 99.9% Chad’s. I was running out of things to do, which left me with only one option, to kill her.

  The way she disrespected me sealed her faith. I wasn’t going to stop until her and her ratchet sister was buried six feet under! Taking another sip of my Bahama Mama, I sat back and nodded my head to the music. My bladder was filled, so I went to the bathroom to empty it.

  “Vic, I am trying my hardest to get to Chad; he is a hard man to run into,” I heard a woman’s voice as she walked in the bathroom.

  I had to slap myself to make sure I wasn’t drunk and hearing things. I continued to listen in on her conversation and that was when I realized Vic was back to his old ways. According to Victoria, he was dead, however that wasn’t the case. If in fact Vic was still alive, then I had no doubt in my mind that he was responsible for Victoria’s death.

  Flushing the toilet, I pulled my jeans over my ass and exited the stall. Standing next to me was the prettiest vixen I ever laid eyes on. She was definitely the type of chick Vic would hire to try to seduce Chad, so I knew she was working for him. I had to chuckle a bit, because no matter how smart Vic thought he was, he always duplicated his plan.

  If setting up Chad didn’t work with me or Cinnamon, what made him think that she would be able to pull it off? Especially since Chad was now married with kids. Sticking my hands under the dryer, I allowed them to dry before purposely bumping into her.

  “Sorry, I’m such a clutch,” I offered her a fake apology before walking out of the bathroom.

  Getting in my car, I pulled out the wallet that I was able to lift out of her purse and began thumbing through it. Prancer? I laughed at her name as I looked at her I.D. Wow, she’s only nineteen, I thought to myself. Prancer was still wet behind the ears with the body of a grown woman.

  I waited in my car for her. I was going to follow her and see if she would bring me to Vic. A few minutes later, she briskly walked out of the club and got into a red Lexus. I allowed her to get to the end of the block before I followed her.

  Prancer began making turns after turns as if she knew she was being followed. After driving in circles, I memorized her license plate number and headed towards the hotel I was staying in. I had to find out more about this Prancer. I needed to know how Vic got in contact with her and what was her purpose. If it was to take out Chad like I thought, they had another thing coming. I was determined to take down every motherfucker that thought about coming between Chad and I.

  Chapter 11

  Vic

  I laid my head against the pillow top headboard and began smoking my blunt. I was getting frustrated that Prancer hadn’t been able to get close to Chad. I needed her to get close to him and to do it quickly; time was wasting.

  “What do we do now?” Prancer asked taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

  “Saturdays he works at the club, so I want you to go there.”

  “I have a suggestion.”

  “And what is that?’

  “I say we go after Chad’s grandmother’s first, then he’ll be vulnerable enough for me to get close to.”

  “That’s not a bad idea.” I smiled giving her a nod of approval. “So, how do you suggest we get to her?”

  “I have my ways, just be ready when it’s time to move,” she said taking control of the situation.

  Her boss bitch attitude was really turning me on. Although this was strictly business, I couldn’t help myself by mixing it with a little bit of pleasure. I was starting to fall for her and there was nothing I could do about it.

  “Come here,” I said finishing up my blunt.

  “What?”

  “Come here so I can tell you.”

  “Vic, I don’t have time for riddles, I need some money to go shopping.”

  “I just gave you some money,” I heavily sighed.

  “I know you did, but that was for my hair, nails, and toes, now I need new clothes. I need to look fly if you expect me to catch Chad’s attention.”

  “You could walk past any nigga with holes in your clothes and still have them wanting to fuck,” I truthfully said.

  Prancer had this beauty that spoke for itself. She didn’t need any make up, false lashes, name brand clothes, or weave. She could demand the attention of any man off of her natural looks alone. She reminded me so much of Cinnamon, so I had no doubt that she would be able to pull Chad.

  “Are you going to give me the money or do I have to find a pole to swing around? I’m fifty four when it comes to making my own.”

  “How much do you need?”

  “You can’t put a price on greatness, hand me your black card.”

  Like the sucker for love I was, I handed her the card. I don’t know what Prancer did to me, but she had me tricking out my money with no problem.

  “I took care of you, now come take care of me.”

  “I will when I come back daddy,” she purred.

  Pulling out my phone, I checked in with my private investigator, I had to see what my dear brother was up to. He informed me that Cinnamon moved out the house and into a townhouse off of Alton Road. He also let me know that Chasity had been trying her hardest to get back into his life.

  It was just like that grimy hoe to do some shit like that. Even though she was originally mine, she was still after that nigga. After everything I been through with that girl, it pissed me off that she was now all over my brother’s dick. True, I married her sister, but I was a nigga, we were allowed to do shit like that. Bitches were supposed to stay loyal to their masters.

  Chapter 12

  Rob

  “Man, Honey and this baby situation is starting to stress me out,” I vented to the fellas as we sat in the VIP section in Chad’s club drinking and smoking.

  “Why don’t y’all just go to a doctor?” Carter suggested.

  “I told her about it, but she says it will only make her feel less of a woman if she is unable to get pregnant on her own.”

  “Damn! Pass this nigga that high grade,” Carter said.

  I took the blunt that was filled with pure high grade and sucked it in filling my lungs with the high potent weed. I noticed Chad walk into our section with a look of defeat on his face so I passed him the weed. I knew he was fucked up in the head over Cinnamon moving into the new house she purchased.

  “Nigga, you good?” Cart
er asked Chad taking a sip of his drink.

  “Man, Cinnamon about to drive a nigga crazy,” he replied.

  “What you stressing over that snake bitch for?”

  “Nigga you ain’t about to call my wife a bitch in front of my face,” Chad said clenching his jaw.

  Lately, I’d been noticing how Carter had been throwing daggers at Cinnamon. That shit was crazy because one minute he was telling Chad how they needed to work it out then the next he was trying to label Cinnamon as a snake. Even though Cinnamon and her sisters did their dirt in the past, I never thought of them that way. Yeah, what they did was grimy, but every hustle was grimy.

  “My bad bruh, I just don’t like how she did you.”

  “So, nigga you ain’t fucking her,” Chad responded

  “You right,” Carter puffed.

  I understood that he wanted to look out for his boy and I would do the same thing, but he was taking it to a whole new different level. It was as if he had a personal vendetta against her. I was starting to peep some shit about this nigga that was starting fuck with me.

  “So, what you gonna do?” I asked Chad.

  “I don’t know man, I tried begging her that ain’t work so I’mma just chill on her for a while.”

  “You think she really tryna get that divorce?” I asked taking a sip of the strong brown liquor that was in my cup.

  “Over my dead body!” he shouted before taking his fifth cup to the head.

  Lately Chad been doing a lot of that drinking to deal with the shit he had going on. Chad wasn’t really that big on drinking, he was the type of dude that would have a drink or two, but he always stayed sober. Seeing him this way confirmed that my nigga was really hurting.

  “Let it go,” Carter said jumping into our conversation.

  He had a bitch in his lap, a cup of Hennessy in one hand, and a blunt in the other. This nigga was all the way wild. I gave him a look of disgust before diverting my attention to Chad.

  “Cinnamon a good chick bruh, don’t let another nigga luck up.”

  “Chad, you don’t need to be chasing no bi…”

  WHAM! WHAM!

  Chad hit Carter with a two-piece before he could get the word bitch out. The blows Chad delivered caused that nigga to fly backward, one more inch and his ass would have went over the banister. Laughing out loud, I gave Chad dap for putting that nigga in place about his wife.

  “Bruh don’t listen to what no fuck nigga got to say. These hoes out here ain’t shit! In the business we in, we need a real chick that’s gon ride for us. Cinnamon is wifey bruh, y’all about to have two kids. Fix that shit bruh!” I told Chad.

  Chad hit me with a head nod and started smoking the blunt he fired up. I could see in his face that he was in deep thought. He was fighting with his thoughts trying to think of ways to make shit right. I took all of this in and used it as a lesson. I wasn’t trying to fuck up and end up in his predicament, fucking around with Honey’s crazy ass, she’d probably chop my dick off for trying her.

  Buzz. Buzz.

  My phone started to beep. Taking it out of my pocket, I swiped the screen and thumbed through it. There was a message from Honey, so I opened it.

  Honey: Bae?

  Me: Sup’?

  (typing)

  Honey: Where are you?

  Me: Chillin with the boys, why? What’s up?

  (typing)

  Honey: I’m ovulating!!

  Me: iight I be home in a few.

  I placed the phone back in my pockets and took a few more puffs of the weed. I loved Honey with all my heart and I loved the way her pussy felt, but she was starting to make me feel like a sperm dispenser. Whenever she needed me to inseminate her, she started acting like a dog in heat.

  “Yo I’m about to be out,” I said to the fellas getting up.

  “This nigga on locked down,” Carter boldly laughed as if Chad hadn’t just laid his ass out.

  “Nah bitch, I just know how to respect my woman, I don’t be on all that staying out at night,” I spat.

  “Yeah, whatever I ain’t tryin to hear that shit.”

  “Man fuck you!” I snapped bawling up my fist. I was three seconds from decking his ass again. “Yo, Chad, I’ll get up with you later,” I dapped Chad and the rest of the crew leaving Carter hanging.

  On my way out the club, I bumped into the same sexy ass chick I caught Chad fucking. I just hoped like hell he wasn’t thinking about fucking her in here. Every bitch in this club knew of Chad and Cinnamon and they was just waiting for him to slip up so that they could run and tell her. The last thing he needed was to fuck up and really push Cinnamon in the office of a divorce lawyer.

  I took a whiff of the sweetest smelling perfume as she passed by me. The black leather spandex dress she was wearing wrapped perfectly around her curvaceous body. The black stripper heels she was wearing made her legs look long, full, and thick. I looked back and watched her booty jiggle like Jell-O as she headed towards Chad.

  I thanked God I wasn’t in his position right now. If I were standing in his five thousand dollar Gucci loafers right now, I wouldn’t know what to do with all that ass falling in my lap. That was a whole lot of temptation to try and resist and I was happy that I wasn’t having those types of problems. Taking one last look at sexy, I said a quick prayer of strength for Chad then headed home.

  Chapter 13

  Prancer

  Chad was taking too long to get in contact with me, so I decided to play the cat and mouse game with him. Dressed in a black Vera Wang leather body wrap dress, I switched my hips walking in Chad’s club like I owned the place. I was a woman on a mission and I wasn’t sleeping until I got shit done.

  I needed to hurry up and get in good with Chad so that I could get rid of Vic’s clingy ass. I let the nigga pop my cherry and he was hooked on this pussy like phonics. The thought of him being the only one in this drove him crazy. If only he knew, I fucked Chad. Laughing to myself, I thought of how easy it was to finesse Vic. I had that nigga eating out the crack of my ass. His nose was wide open and I was taking full advantage of it.

  Vic got so comfortable with me that he started slacking. He was no longer secretive with his shit. There was the time he would check his account with me laying across his chest “sleep”. That nigga was about to learn the hard way about thinking with the head that was between his legs. The devil really did wear Prada and I was living proof.

  Walking past Chad’s homeboy, I made my ass jiggle a little harder, strutting past him pouting my fully glossed lips. I made my way to the entrance of the VIP section Chad was sitting in and all I had to do was bat my long lashes and like that, I was granted entrance. Niggas, when will they learn that not every girl with a fat ass and cute face could be trusted?

  “You’re a hard man to find,” I whispered in Chad’s ear taking a seat on his lap.

  I was never a fan of panties so my warm, bare pussy was rubbing up all against the crotch of his dark blue Levis. I could tell that he was somewhat faded by the way he was looking at me. His eyes traveled across my body, taking in my beauty.

  “Get off my lap,” he slurred.

  I was expecting for him to say that. I figured he was drunk enough to fuck me right here like he did the other day. Chad had the type of dick that made you want to commit yourself to a psych ward. I didn’t mind getting a taste of it again.

  “What do you want, Prancer?” he said knocking me off my square. I had no idea he remembered who I was.

  “We have something very important to discuss,” I said adjusting myself on the sofa next to him. I slowly crossed my legs exposing my bare pussy in the dim light that shined above us.

  “Talk,” he said unfazed by my gesture.

  “It’s a serious private conversation.”

  “Follow me to my office,” he said getting up and leaving me behind.

  I made sure his boys weren’t looking as I quickly opened the bottle of Anejo Patron he was drinki
ng. I discreetly poured the liquid X out of valve I wore on my wrist as a bracelet in it until it was completely emptied. Taking the bottle with me, I mixed it as I followed behind him to his office.

  “What do you have to tell me, Prancer?” he asked reaching for a new bottle of Patron that was on his desk. I handed him the one that was already opened then took a seat on the edge of his desk.

  “Take a seat in a chair please,” he said as he gulped down a cup of the contaminated liquor, pouring him another one. “I got shit to do so talk!”

  “I have some information that could be very useful,” I whispered as I kneeled between his legs.

  The drug worked fast, he didn’t even object when I unzipped his pants. I whipped his dick out and began licking on it causing him to close his eyes and let out a soft moan. I placed the small camera on the edge of his desk, adjusting it so that it could see the both of us as I put my all into deep throating his dick. I needed the video to look believable, so I squeezed my throat around his dick causing him to let out a loud groan.

  Smiling to myself, I sucked him up until he emptied his kids down my throat. Unwrapping my dress, I pushed my titties in his face as I slid down his dick. His hands weakly gripped my as as I rode him slowly and then picked up the pace. I twerked my pussy muscles around his dick making it bite the same way I watched the bitches in the pornos.

  I felt his dick twitch, as he made an effort to push me off him. He was too weak for the amount of drugs that were in his system that I was able to push all my weight down on him. I tightened my pussy around him again causing him to potentially become my baby daddy.

  Getting pregnant by him wasn’t originally my plan, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Chad was now seeing Larry Ellison type of money, with his grandmother dead and him taking over the throne, his network was bound to equal if not surpass Bill Gates.

  If I became his baby mama, the amount of money that I would get would have me set for life. Especially if he wanted me to keep hush mouth about our child so that he could keep his marriage. After having him bust a total of five nuts in me, I got up, turned off the small camera, and put it in my purse.