A Hood Legend (8 page)

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Detective Covington took another picture of the flashy truck parked in front of DJ's apartment. He had taken several pictures of DJ going into hotels with two girls and then of him returning home. This was getting him nowhere. It was after ten now and he was about to call it a night when a PT cruiser with its top down appeared. It was too dark to make a correct call on the color. He quickly picked his camera back up again. “Nice . . . nice,” he said getting some good shots of a woman getting out of the vehicle. He also got a close-up of DJ holding the woman in his arms in the doorway, kissing her with his hand on her nicely shaped ass. “Lucky man,” he said as the door closed. All this action had him tired and horny . . . time to go home.

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“You're late,” DJ said locking the door.

“And!” Tina said as she led him to his bedroom. He couldn't take his eyes off the tightfitting, Frankie B. jeans.

“Damn, you look good, Tina,” he said as she stood by his bed. “Come here.” She slowly walked toward him and into his arms, her breasts and nipples pressed tightly against the shirt she wore. Their lips met and their tongues danced back and forth. He brought her closer to his body, knowing she could feel his erection.

“Mmm . . . do me first, DJ,” Tina purred as he licked her neck. He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. He playfully squeezed her left breast.

“No lingerie tonight?” DJ said as he undid her pants, rubbing her luscious set of hips.

“No, boy, just my birthday suit,” she replied, breathing heavily as he slid her pants down to her ankles.

“You are so fucking sexy, Tina,” DJ said running his fingers through her thick pubic hairs and finding his way easily inside of her.

“Wait!” she said pushing him away.

“What . . . what is it?” DJ said, hoping she wouldn't change her mind. He looked at her firm tits and eraser-sized brown nipples.

“Let's make it last tonight, DJ,” she said smiling. “And leave the lights on!”

“Don't I always?” he said slipping out of his pants. At six foot three, he stood in front of her in a pair of silk boxers. She chuckled as they rolled on his bed play fighting. “Lay on your back, boy—now, DJ.” He did as he was told. Tina sat down next to him and smiled when she pulled his boxers down; his penis went past his navel. DJ moaned as she gripped it and slowly started to pump him with her hand.

“Oh, DJ, don't it feel good, baby?” she purred picking up the pace. DJ looked at her hanging breasts, the thickness of her hips and the hairy bush between her legs. “I'm talking to you,” she said still pumping.

“Y-yeah . . . it feels so g-good,” he said, his chest rising and falling with his quick breathing. Her hand was now a blur as DJ lost control and called out her name. He thought it couldn't get any better, but when she slowed down and started flicking her tongue back and forth across the tip of his head, he arched his back. Suddenly she stopped and DJ watched her roll onto her stomach. She looked back at him and wiggled her ass. DJ moaned with lust at the sight. His head was spinning as he started to rub her ass. Squeezing and softly smacking her cheeks, he glanced down at himself and saw that he was dripping pre-cum on the bed.
She's something else,
he thought. She closed her eyes and bit her lip when she felt DJ pry her cheeks apart.

“Lick it, DJ . . . lick it, baby . . . then fuck me!” That's just what he did after he ate her ass and sex for close to twenty minutes. Putting on a condom, he got on top of her and deeply entered her wet opening. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck as he drilled her just the way she wanted him to. They definitely weren't making love; they were fucking. Later that night, Tina brought DJ to the Promised Land. He didn't get the pleasure of cumming in her mouth, but he coated her breasts and chin and he was satisfied. She lay next to him as he rubbed the back of her neck.

“Do you think Menage will make it?” she asked.

“Hope not . . . but if he do, he won't be himself—a retard or something. Hell, God can't even help that nigga!” They both laughed.

“So how are things at the shop?” she said pinching his left nipple.

“Well, a few cats got mad 'cause of the changes, but they'll be okay. Money talks. I can pay them more by doing more cars. You gotta take chances in this game, you feel me?”

“I've been feeling you all night,” she said moving her hand toward his crotch to fondle his now-flaccid penis. She worked him with her hands, bringing him back to life and he started to suck on her breast. “Do me, boy! Do me some more, DJ, please.” He got on his back and had her squat down on top of his face. “Mmmm, boy, that's nice,” she said running her fingers through his soft curly hair.

Maybe Tina really did love Dwight, but yet she lay naked with another man. She knew she would just about kill Dwight if he cheated on her. She knew this was her last night with DJ, but she didn't tell him yet. Why spoil the fun? She got a kick out of doing it behind Dwight's back. She felt in control, plus DJ would do anything for her when it came to getting between her legs. Tina understood the power of the pussy all too well.

After playing with DJ, she would focus on Dwight and marriage. Dwight was such a faithful, loving man and she would be his faithful, loving wife ... Well ...
what he don't know won't hurt him,
she thought as DJ made her cum with his talented tongue. He had turned her onto her back and she put her legs up on his shoulders. He pumped her with fast and powerful strokes. She knew it would be hard to stop seeing him and he made it difficult for her to even think about it when he hit her G-spot. The rhythmic sound of their bodies slapping up against each other filled the room. DJ gritted his teeth and added more power to his thrust. This shocked Tina; she never experienced him in this way before. It was pure bliss. Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came forth. She felt as if she couldn't breathe and it was getting darker.

“DJ!” she cried. Ignoring her, he pinned her legs behind her head, knowing she was double-jointed. Faster, harder, deeper, he drove himself inside of her. Tina's breasts bounced wildly about from all the pounding. “Mmmm ... I'm ... I'm ... gonna cum ... D ... DJ, don't stop,” she moaned rolling her hips as he continued to pound her. His face was drenched with sweat as he fucked her like he never had before. It was feeling so damn good ... too damn good. Her sex gripped him like a suction cup and he began to stroke her deep and fast.

“Tina . . . Tina . . . Tina . . . Tina!”

“Yes, DJ, yes!”

Their cries were simultaneous. DJ grunted when he felt Tina's wetness and heat all over his penis, still thrusting between her legs. Caught up in lust and pleasure, he buried his head in her neck. Tina reached down and stroked DJ's balls and he lost all control. He screamed out her name as his body rocked involuntarily and he came inside of her. Tina felt the hot juice running down her inner thigh as he jerked back and forth. Her mind went blank. Breathing hard, he rolled off of her. Tina slowly moved her hand down between her legs and felt what DJ had put inside of her, along with a piece of the torn rubber.

“N-o-o-o-o ... please, God, n-o-o-o-o!” she wailed. DJ tried to comfort her, but she freaked out, yelling and crying at the same time, asking him to explain.

“Stupid bitch, it felt too damn good to stop!” he wanted to tell her, but he just sat on the edge of the bed with his head down.

She could only hope that he didn't have any STDs, but more than that, she didn't want to get pregnant. She quickly got dressed, muttering something that DJ couldn't understand. She left without saying a word.

DJ went into the kitchen and tried to calm himself. He didn't know what the fuck Tina was going to do.
Maybe she'll tell Dwight I raped her . . . nah . . . but that's one silly bitch,
he thought. He could only wait now. He picked up a bottle of Martell and threw it against the wall. “This is bullshit!” he yelled. Looking at his clock he saw that it was almost four in the morning. He had to get himself together and he knew just how. He snuck across the street and tapped on the front door of a large, brick house. “C'mon, girl, get up,” he mumbled.

The door opened a few seconds later. Standing in front of DJ was a short, white girl, a little on the chubby side with rollers in her hair. She wasn't something to walk in the park with, but she had what he needed—a nice hot mouth and a body that was always down for sex. And DJ had what she needed as well—a big penis to make her happy while her husband was at work. Quickly letting him in, she stepped out of her nightgown and dropped to her knees to unfasten his pants. He knew she could taste and smell the scent of Tina on his penis, but she paid it no mind and didn't spill a single drop when he blasted in her mouth.

“Swallow it, bitch,” he muttered through clenched teeth, gripping her head in the dark living room.

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That night, Benita and Lisa returned from North Carolina after visiting family for a few days. Benita didn't want to go, but Lisa insisted that she come along to get things off her mind. Lisa unpacked her bags as Benita checked the answering machine. The two calls from DJ surprised Lisa. Dwight also called Benita, telling her to call him as soon as possible but the call was now two days old. She thought it was odd for him to be calling and thought that maybe he was calling about Menage. She was unable to stop thinking of him since their date. On her way to bed, she checked the DVR to make sure it had recorded her favorite program that aired every Sunday. Then she called it a night. She planned to ask Dwight what was going on with Menage and why he hadn't phoned when she returned his call. Lisa went right to bed; she had to work the next day and she wanted to make DJ sweat a little bit.

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Friday Morning

 

 

“Tina, I'm home,” Dwight yelled as he closed the door of their condo. He dropped his jacket onto the couch and walked to the bedroom to find Tina asleep wearing a purple Victoria's Secret teddy. He stood at the edge of the bed, gazing at the woman he loved. He gently moved the hair from her face. He didn't know what he would do without her. Just as he sat on the edge of the bed, she slowly opened her eyes.

“Hey, Boo,” she said in a tired voice. She sat up and placed her head on his shoulder. “I missed you last night and I hope you don't plan on staying with Felix overnight anymore. I was so alone without you,” she added sweetly.

“I'm sorry, but I've just had a lot on my mind, Tina. I guess I'm still in shock, and I'm sorry if I haven't been acting like myself,” he said placing a hand on her thigh.

“Baby, don't be ridiculous. I fully understand, okay? So have you heard anything about Menage?”

“No,” he said looking into her eyes. “But I'm going to see him today. Chandra is taking it really hard. Tina, I swear, if I find out who did this . . .” Dwight balled up his fist.

“Baby, calm down,” she said kissing his cheek.

“Look, I'm not going in today. Can you handle it alone?” he said stroking her waist.

“Yes, but I'd rather go with you to see Menage—plus I need to talk to Chandra.” Dwight was about to get up, but Tina grabbed his arm. “No, Dwight, I need you now . . . make love to me,” she said as she slipped out of the teddy. Dwight bit his lip as her hand moved between his legs, caressing his bulge. Tina laid her on her back and Dwight sucked her breasts as he felt her hands fumble with his zipper. Moments later, he was burying his face in her cleavage as she rode him. “I love you so much, baby,” she said with tears rolling down her face.

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DJ sat behind Menage's desk at MD Body Works. He looked out the window as a sporty Toyota Celica GT pulled into the garage. He made a deal with the kid who brought it in for four thousand. At first he said no, so DJ offered him five thousand. The deal was made shortly afterward. DJ already had a body for the Celica to switch the numbers. He'd found a match at a junkyard in Carol City. Once the numbers were switched from the wrecked vehicle to the stolen one, all that was left to do was register it with the DMV as a restored vehicle, making it a rebirth, and then he could sell it for its base price and make a nice profit, having only paid five thousand for it. DJ knew how to make deals, but he was breaking a major rule—transporting drugs.

About an hour later, the kid left out the back in a black Honda Accord coupe and two thousand dollars cash. The Honda was a rebirth with full papers and tags that were filed with the DMV. Just minutes after the kid left, a Ford Excursion pulled in with a dented fender. It was all about the profit, which would be lovely; the Excursion would sell for over fifteen thousand.

Most of the rebirths were actually placed back on legit car lots and sold. MD Body Works was airtight and it did actual repair work. DJ was making a power move that would net him close to seventy-five thousand in one day. For the last two days, he had some of his runners test drive high-end vehicles with fake IDs. Their credit, as well as their appearance, was perfect. DJ even cleaned up a crackhead and sent him to a car lot to test drive the cars he had targeted.

It seemed that DJ could do no wrong and his scheme was flawless. The deed was carried out without a hitch. The runners would convince the salesperson to allow them to make the test drive alone. Leaving a rebirth at the dealership, they'd immediately proceed to a parked van nearby where they'd hand the keys over to the car being test-driven and have them copied by a key-copying machine hidden inside the vehicle. When the copied key was tested, the driver would hand it back and return to the car lot. In broad daylight, DJ had things set to hit five car lots in one day. As payment, he would give his runners five thousand dollars worth of drugs and twenty-five hundred in cash making the total seventy-five hundred.