The Art of Deceit

by Fabiola Joseph

  “Girl, I’m about to pop some shit off.”

  I looked at her with a dumb look on my face, praying that she was finally going to get down to business.

  “You know what I am talking about, Tangie. The thing Carmello asked me to do. I am about to get him real fucked up so that I can get it done,” she answered as she took sodas out the refrigerator and glasses from a cabinet.

  “How and why do you have to get him fucked up to do it? I know weed don’t get people that messed up. If it’s as bad as you’re making it out to be, then he’s gonna put up a fight no matter if you use alcohol or weed.”

  She walked over to one of the kitchen drawers and pulled out what she wanted to show me. In her hand she held two already rolled-up Js.

  “This should get him real fucked up. It’s a little bit of weed and a whole lot of other things,” she revealed.

  I picked up the sodas and glasses she had left on the counter, and put them on a tray.

  “Well, if this is what you have to do, then I can’t tell you anything to stop you. I just hope that he never finds out what you did. He would kill you for sure,” I told her.

  “Shit, if you knew what I was about to do, and he killed me, you would say that I deserved every bit of it.”

  “Like I said before, I don’t want to know. I don’t want no part in what you’re doing. This is even too deep for me.”

  “Yeah, well, just get Tay up to the bedroom and keep him there. He can’t walk out on what I am about to do. The camera is already set up, so all I have to do is press RECORD on the remote,” she said.

  Shamika and I walked back into the living room, and I handed everyone their drinks. I left my drink on the tray and sat down on Tay’s lap and kissed his neck. I knew that this would turn him on and that he would want to head for the bedroom. Black asked Shamika to roll up a J for him as he sipped on his drink. I was the only one really watching her. I was waiting to see if I would miss the switch, because that bitch was slick. She took her time and rolled up a blunt. Then she quickly switched the one she had just rolled for one of the two laced ones. If I had blinked, I would have missed it. Without even thinking about it, she handed the laced blunt to Black.

  I really had to get Tay out of here. I didn’t want him to say anything about the weed smelling funny. I licked his neck and whispered in his ear. “I want you to take me to the bedroom and fuck the shit out of me. But first, I want you to lick me from head to toe.”

  He took a sip of his drink and kissed me deeply. I pulled away and stood up.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked as I walked toward the steps.

  He got up and followed me like a well-trained puppy. As soon as we hit the bedroom, we got right to it.

  Shamika was downstairs, waiting for the laced weed to take over Black’s body and mind before knocking him out.

  Chapter 15

  A Black Heart Is Earned,

  Not Learned, Baby Doll

  Some will never understand why we had Shamika do what she did, and some may never understand why she herself would even do it. But at times, you make people do things just to see how much power you really have over them. Other times, you make them pay for doing something that brings back the most painful part of your life. Shamika had done that when she gave Tay the drugs that caused him to force himself on me while we were on tour. That bitch had to pay.

  I may spill a glass of soda and tell you to clean it up. To some, that may seem small, but the way you clean up that soda will tell me all that I need to know. Did you jump up and seem eager to please? Did you show resistance and give me attitude? All of that matters in the grand scheme of things. I’ll never forget watching the things she did to Black on that tape for the first time. A great puppet master must know their puppets the best! They must know which string to tug to bring out the best performance. Dance, bitch. Dance!

  Shamika sat across from Black and watched him smoke.

  “Damn, Tay got some good-ass weed. This shit got me fucked up already,” Black said as he tried to put it out.

  “What, you punking out already? Don’t tell me that you can’t handle some good smoke?”

  “Girl, please. I could smoke you under the table.”

  “Well, show and prove. I bet you can’t finish that one and light up another one,” Shamika said, trying to push him into smoking both of the laced blunts.

  Black picked up his lighter and sparked up again. With every hit that he took, he felt like his brain was burning. His mind became foggy, and he wanted to stop, but there was no way he was going to let Shamika win. His pride was and would always be his downfall. As soon as he finished the first blunt, she handed him the next. He was way too high to notice that she hadn’t rolled the second one in front of him. By the end of it, his mind was frozen. When Shamika called his name, he answered, but she could tell that he was in another world. She picked up the camera’s remote and pressed RECORD. She walked over to him and sat beside him.

  “Baby, you know that I would do anything for you, right?” she said.

  He shook his head yes.

  “Well, I was hoping that we could try some new things tonight.” She unzipped his pants and stuck her hand in.

  “Shit. What are you trying to do? We can try whatever.”

  She played with his dick and got it rock hard. “I’m tryin’a take our sex to a whole other level. But some guys try to act like they are too scared to do what I’m talking about.” She knew that saying this would not only piss him off but also egg him on.

  “Girl, you know I’m not scared to do nothing. I’m down for whatever you can think of.”

  Shamika stood up and started to undress. She took her clothes off slowly, just like Carmello had told her to do. Black rubbed his dick as he admired her body. It was hard for him since he was seeing double, but he managed. She leaned him back, then sat on his face. This would be the only pleasure that she would be getting from this whole ordeal.

  After she got her rocks off from the head, she told him that she would be right back. She went to the coat closet and pulled out the bag of things that she had put in there earlier. She walked back over to him with the bag and told him to lie on his back. She kneeled down, took massaging oil out of the bag, and rubbed him down. She did this to relax him and make him think everything was normal. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hands. When she was done, she pulled his pants all the way off. She rubbed his chest and worked her way down while letting the oil drip on his dick. She jerked it and slowly moved her fingers lower and lower, until she ran her fingers over the crack of his ass. She felt his body tighten, and her heart pumped with fear as the thought of him going off ran through her head.

  “Yo, Mika, what are you doing?” he asked as she stopped moving her fingers.

  “I told you I wanted to try something new, didn’t I?”

  “Man, fuck that. Just give me some head,” he said as he reached for her head and pulled it down.

  She sucked him off and started to play with his balls, hoping that it would lead her fingers to the promised land. She waited until he closed his eyes again, and then moved her fingers to his asshole again. He opened his eyes, but he did not stop her. It was starting to feel better and better to him. He just leaned back and went with the flow as she worked her lips lower. She went from his dick to his balls; then she tongued down his hole. He let out a gasp as he moved his hips like a female would if she were getting the perfect BJ.

  She got him nice and wet, then snuck her pinkie finger in. As she worked another one in, she looked up at him. He started to speak, but then she lowered her head and sucked on the head of his dick. By the end of her head session, she had worked three fingers into his ass. She reached down and came up with a strap-on. He watched her as she stood up and put it on.

  He glared at her. “I know you aren’t about to use that on me.”

  “Oh yes I am,” she said as she got on top of him. He tried to push her off, but he was too weak from the drugs
.

  “Come on, Tangie! Stop.”

  Shamika looked down at him with disgust and hate. “Tangie? My name isn’t no muthafuckin’ Tangie. You thinking about her or something?”

  At that moment, she no longer cared about his reaction to what she was about to do. She was going to make him pay for calling her by the wrong name regardless of what his delayed reaction would be. She slid in between his legs and pushed them all the way back. She leaned down and licked his ass a couple more times, then came up with a quick thrust. She pushed the dildo into his ass so hard that he let out a load moan that I heard all the way upstairs.

  I wanted so badly to go down and watch, but Tay would have stopped me. I wasn’t tripping; Carmello was going to let me watch the tape, anyway.

  Again, Black tried to push her off, but he still was too weak. She pushed his legs so far back that they touched his chest.

  “I hope you’re ready for a rough ride,” Shamika said as she pulled out and slid back in him.

  The pain was so strong that Black thought that he was going to pass out, he wasn’t used to being the bottom and having to take such a big one. She moved slowly, knowing that he had to get used to it. The more she moved in and out, the more he started to like it. When she noticed that his eyes were opening and closing with pleasure, she moved a little faster and deeper. It was both good and painful for him. He didn’t know if he wanted to push her off or to pull her in deeper.

  “You like it, don’t you? It’s okay. I like it too,” Shamika said, loving the power she felt from being the one doing the fucking.

  Black was now holding his own legs up and was throwing it back. He looked up at her as she leaned in and kissed him. Black humped back like a well-trained whore on graduation day. It was as if he wanted to show off everything he had learned from the institute of fucking back.

  That night Shamika fucked him every which way she could think of. It left some questions in her mind about him, though. Why was he so into it? Why was it so easy for her to dive in? Why didn’t he try harder to keep her out of what most men would think of as no-man’s-land? Although she knew that he was high from the laced weed, he was enjoying himself a little too much for her liking. At least it made the tape seem even more real, and that was very important. Carmello said that it should come off as natural.

  * * *

  The next morning I woke up before Tay’von. It was really early, so I tiptoed downstairs, hoping that Black and Shamika were still down there. When I turned the corner, I saw them right away, Black asleep on the couch and Shamika sitting in the chair that faced him.

  I tiptoed over to Shamika. “Girl, how long have you been up?” I asked as I looked around the room.

  The strap-on that she had used the night before was on the floor beside Black. I wanted to roll on the floor laughing, but I kept it all in.

  “I’m scared of what’s he’s going to do when he wakes up. I couldn’t sleep last night, thinking about it.”

  “What in the hell did you do last night that could be so bad?” I asked, trying to sound like I was totally lost.

  She got up, walked over to the dildo, and picked it up.

  “I know that you’re about to tell me that he used that on you, right?” I said.

  She shook her head no while walking over to me. “Tangie, what am I going to do? If he wakes up and is pissed off about what I did to him last night, he’s gonna kick my ass, then kick me out. Shit, he doesn’t even know—”

  I cut her off. Didn’t want her to spill her already burnt beans. “Don’t tell me any more. I don’t want to know anything else about this. Why would you even do something like this? Are you crazy?”

  “But this is what Carmello told me to do. I didn’t have a choice.”

  I scrunched up my face in disgust. “Why would he ask you to fuck Black with a strap-on? You know what? Don’t tell me. Just pick all this shit up. You’re going to have to wake him up.”

  By then Shamika was shaking. As much shit as she talked, it floored me to see her in such a state. It turned out that she wasn’t the bad bitch she had made herself out to be. If she was, she wouldn’t be shaking like a leaf. A real bad bitch planned and accepted her fate; she didn’t cry when she was staring down the barrel of the gun.

  “Don’t just stand there,” I told her when she just stood in place. “I know you don’t want anyone else coming down and seeing all this stuff lying around.”

  She still didn’t move. Fear had grounded her and didn’t allow her to take a step.

  I frowned at her. “Fine. I’ll wake him up, and you get all this stuff upstairs.”

  I waited for her to do what I had told her to do; then I walked over to Black and patted him on his chest. He looked up at me, then down at his dick. Noticing that I couldn’t keep my eyes off his big piece of meat, he jumped up and put his boxers back on. This dude had what I liked to call the Pepsi Challenge between his legs. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

  “You must have had some time last night,” I said as I lit a Capri.

  “I must have been really fucked up last night. My bad for falling asleep on your couch.”

  “It’s okay. There would be no better time than now for me to catch a glimpse of what you’re working with,” I said while still smiling.

  Yeah, I was flirting, but it was all out of pity.

  “Hell, maybe I need something that nice in my life,” I added.

  “I’m not sure about all of that, ’cause Tay must be doing something right if he’s keeping a girl like you around.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. Not all men can handle me.”

  We shared a laugh over the truth I spoke. Then he looked like something had hit him, something as hard as a big, fake dildo.

  “Are you okay, Black?”

  “Where’s Shamika?”

  “I think she’s upstairs. Why? What’s up?”

  I watched him walk away like a man on a mission. I looked to see if he was walking funny, but I couldn’t tell. I followed him and got close enough to hear and see everything without either of them knowing. I threw my head back and silently laughed, feeling like if I didn’t get it out, it would have been on its way to choking me. I couldn’t wait to see the tape. Shamika had just finished washing and putting the dildo away when Black walked into their bedroom. She tried to act like her heart was not pounding fast enough to give her a heart attack.

  “Hey, baby. Did you sleep well?” she said casually.

  Black didn’t say anything. He just stood there, putting his thoughts together. He walked over to her to look her in the eye, but she wouldn’t look at him.

  “Now, Shamika, I am only going to ask you this once. What in the hell made you think that you could do what you did last night? Take your time and think about it before you open your mouth.”

  The look that he gave her warned her of the violence that might happen next. If she was smart, she would take heed.

  “I, I just thought that we would try something new.”

  He put his hands around her neck and pushed her back against the wall. “Did you put something in my smoke last night?”

  “No, I would never do that. Why are you acting all crazy?”

  “Who the hell told you to do that? I saw you in the game room the other day with Tony. Did that nigga put you up to this?”

  Shamika was trying to pry his hands lose, but to no avail. When he realized that she wouldn’t be able to answer him if she passed out, he let her go. He lit up a Newport while he waited for her to talk.

  “Nobody told me to try anything. Why would you think Tony had something to do with this? I was watching a flick, and it turned me on when I saw them doing that. Why are you so mad? You seemed like you liked it. You were really into it, baby.”

  Black moved so fast that Shamika didn’t see the punch coming. Once she hit the floor, she knew that she shouldn’t have said what just came out of her mouth.

  “What are you trying to say, Shamika? You think you turned me out last ni
ght or something?” he asked as he hovered over her. “All I know is that no one better find out about this. Do you hear me, Shamika? Nobody.”

  Shamika, who was still on the floor, shook her head yes.

  “And if you ever try this shit again, I’ll kill you,” Black said right before he left the room.

  Shamika got up, and the only thing on her mind was how she was going to get the tape to Carmello. Dumb bitch!

  * * *

  The next day was so busy for me. While Tay was back at the house, waiting for extra help to come and spruce up the house and yard, I was making sure that I would look my best for our interview the next day. I hit up Fifth Avenue’s Bergdorf Goodman in Manhattan and put a huge dent in Tay’s credit card. When I got back home, it was a madhouse. There were about ten people running around cleaning, gardening, and rearranging things around the house. They all were there to make sure that everything looked its best. I couldn’t wait for Tay and me to be married so that I could demand to pick out a new house.

  Tay’von had picked out this house because it was big enough to show off his wealth. I wanted a house that would show off not only our wealth but also the power of the pussy. A house that would make everyone know that I had picked it out. I walked out into the backyard, where Tay was telling the gardener how he wanted the bushes cut, and gave him a kiss.

  “Hey, baby, you’re right on time,” he remarked. “The makeup people just called, and they wanted to know what time you wanted them to come. You need to call them back and handle that.”

  I told him I would call, and he let me know he would be in the house soon. I could feel him watching me as I walked away, so I put a little more swing in my hips than I had before.

  “Work it, girl,” he called out jokingly.

  In a crazy way, I felt like my days were becoming mundane. Although this television interview was something that I was looking forward to, I was still lacking something important. The only thing I had going besides this was the thing with Shamika and Carmello, and I couldn’t wait to talk to him and go down to his office.