Deception's Playground (4 page)

I told her I wanted her
to go to school for business management. She said she’d inquire about it the
following week. That’s what I loved about her. She was a real team player.
Those type of bitches were rare. She said her dad would pay for her to go. When
I asked her why her father was never around, she simply said that he was always
busy.

Getting a legitimate
business off the ground was something I was serious about. I had $150,000 in my
home safe, about $86,000 in Maria’s safe, and three bricks and $40,000 in the
safe I had at Sonya’s. It was time for me to start investing in something
legitimate.

“In a minute, baby,” I
said to Maria.

I left the room,
heading to Sonya’s.

***

When I arrived, Sonya was running a mop
across the kitchen floor, as Nicole crouched to wipe dust of the running
boards. They both wore boyshorts and bras. I couldn’t help but notice how
amazing Nicole’s body was. She was a yellow bone—not ugly, but not a beauty
queen. She had lots of tattoos too.

I approached Sonya.
“”What’s good, baby?”

“Nothing. Just doing a
little straightening up.”

“Why you didn’t call me
back last night?”

“I’m sorry, babe.
Nicole told me you called but it slipped my mind,” she said sincerely.

“A’ight, slipped my
mind,” I uttered with hints of sarcasm.

I figured I’d act like
I was upset with her. I knew she would question my whereabouts, so I beat her
to the punch.

“It did slip my mind,
baby. You don’t have to worry, we came straight here last night. We was gon’ go
to Nicole’s but since we was gon’ have to come here today anyway to get her
car, we just came here,” she said.

Nicole came into the
kitchen. “Girl, you ain’t gotta explain nothin’ to him.”

“Mind yo damn
business,” I said.

“Whateva, Spade.”

“Yall crazy.” Sonya
flicked her wrist and smiled. “I’m ‘bout to get in the shower. You comin’?”

“I was just stoppin’
by, baby. I gotta run, you know how it go,” I said.

“Whatever, boy.”

“Last time I checked,
you didn’t have no kids so watch yo mouth,” I told her. “I’m ‘bout to grab
somethin’ to snack on, and I’m gone.”

Nicole rolled her eyes
and went back in the living room.

“Baby, just call me
later. I’m getting’ in the shower,” she said. She gave me a kiss and went
upstairs. Then she yelled down the steps and told Nicole to put her shirt on
while I was there. Like she just noticed her shirt was off.

I opened the fridge and
found a snack. Then I opened the freezer to grab my Remy. I heard Nicole come
in the kitchen as I was grabbing a glass out of the cabinet. While I poured my
issue, Nicole was acting like she was wiping the kitchen table. Bending over,
letting the bottom of her ass peek at me. I loved the view but I couldn’t go
that route.

She came over to the
kitchen counter where I was standing and started wiping it down, her D-cups
damn near busting out her bra.
This bitch silly
, I thought.

“Why you drinkin’ this
early?” she asked.

“Because I’m grown.”

“You always gettin’
smart.” She put her hand on her hip—it made her titties bounce.

“That’s because I am,”
I said.

“Whatever, Spade.”

It was something about the
way she said my name that turned me on. I was wondering how she would say it if
I had my dick in her throat. I had to leave before I got into some shit. I
finished my drink and went to the sink to rinse my glass out.

“Let me do it,” she
said.

Rubbing her ass on my
dick instantly got it hard. I pressed up against her, then whispered in her
ear, “You’re not ready.”

I pulled up to the Cheesecake Factory on
the Plaza. O.G. Casa met me there. We got our table and had general
conversation about the streets first. O.G. Casa was fifty years old. He flipped
houses and had a used car lot on Truman Road, milked bitches for a living, and
he still had connections that allowed him to flip a bird or two every now and
then.

“You got you a business
attorney?” he asked.

I already had a
criminal attorney on retainer, but O.G. Casa said I needed a business attorney
for my business endeavors. I told him I would get on it. He asked me how business
was going with Kutz. I told him everything was good. But he reminded me that
one couldn’t make a career out of my dealings.

“In and out,” he said.

We finished our meal
and split. When I got in my whip, an unfamiliar number called my phone.

“Yeah?” I answered.

“Hi, Spade,” the
feminine voice said.

“What’s good? Who dis?”

“It’s Tamika.”

She told me she was at
her house and wanted me to stop by. I did the normal run-down on her, found out
she was 23, no kids, and she worked at H&R Block.

I normally didn’t just
slide over a female’s house without a thorough background check. But she seemed
cool. She a little younger but it seemed like she had a head on her shoulders.
She stayed off Hillcrest with the friend Duece slid off with. I told her I’d be
through there in a hot one.

After I ended that
call, I called Duece. He was out busting moves as usual. He told me Ace dropped
off twenty grand for two bricks. He said he was putting in fifty grand for
five. I told him I was grabbing ten. I tried to slide in my ideas about the
legitimate shit, but he wasn’t feeling it.

He told me the game was
treating him good and he couldn’t turn his back on it. He was a real stubborn
nigga. I ended that call and checked on Maria. I know I did a lot of checking,
but it’s a habit of mine to know what’s going on with my family circle. She
said she was at the mall with Selena. I went to my house to get in the shower,
and get dressed.

I had a young bitch
waiting on me.

***

I made a stop at a gas station before I
went to Tamika’s house. Had to get some condoms—I knew what was in store for
me. When I pulled up to an empty pump, I noticed a car similar to Nicole’s.

I went in and stood in
line. Then Nicole approached me.

“What’s up, baby?” she
said, tugging on my pants pocket.

“What’s good?”

“’Bout to go to yo
girls house,” she said.

The line moved. One
more person ahead of me. I had to admit, Nicole was looking right. Thick as
ever.

“Where you headed?” she
asked.

“Bust this move,” I
said. Then the customer in front of me left the counter. I approached the
overweight cashier. “Let me get twenty on four, and a pack of magnums.” I
handed her the money.

“Bust this move, huh?”
Nicole said, in a suspicious—yet seductive—tone.

I told the cashier to
keep the change and pushed past Nicole, even though I wanted to push
in
her. At my truck, I started pumping gas and clicked it to automatic as I sat in
my driver’s seat and waited. Nicole’s thick-ass switched my way.

“Man, what do yo
hot-ass want?”

“This.” She reached and
grabbed my dick. I was turned on but couldn’t go there.

I moved her hand. “Man,
take yo big-head ass to Sonya’s. You trippin’.”

“You ‘bout to go see
some bitch?”

“I’m grown, lil’ mama.”

“Whatever, Spade. You
don’t know what you missing.”

And with that, she left
my truck, her ass shaking all the way to her car.

***

I pulled up to Tamika’s about
eight-thirty. I called her to let her know I was outside, then grabbed my life
insurance policy and headed to her front door. She was opening it as I
approached, wearing a satin chemise over a lace bralette.

“You’re late,” she said
as I entered her house.

I did a quick
assessment—it was fully furnished, clean, well-decorated, nice sent. So far, so
good.

“I’m here, ain’t I?”

She looked me up and down,
then she extended her arm to the couch. “Have a seat. Drink? All I have is
vodka and Remy.”

“Remy,” I requested
smoothly, as I plopped down on the couch.
Damn, lil’ mama got the drink of
my preference,
I thought.

As she walked to get
the drinks, I did a quick appraisal of the goods. Nice caramel complexion,
little bubble butt, petite with a handful of titties. I also noticed her tongue
ring when she offered drinks.

When she returned with
the glasses, we talked for a hot second. We both knew what I was there for. I
told her a little about me, she told me a lot about her. She was single, her
favorite color was red, she used to strip in college to get by. Typical shit.
She wanted to get married one day and have kids. A bunch of shit I didn’t give
a fuck about right now.

“Let’s hit the bedroom,
baby.”

“Okay,” she said
softly.

As soon as I took a
seat on her queen-size bed, she started undressing in front of me. Then my
fucking phone rang. It was Sonya.

“Yeah,” I answered. I
put my index finger to my lips to tell the young freak to stay quiet for a
minute.

“Let’s go out to eat
tonight,” said Sonya.

Tamika was down to her
thong, gyrating her hips.

“Baby, I’m in St. Joe
right now. I won’t be yo way until another hour or so,” I said into the phone.

Coming out her thong,
Tamika showed me a fat, hairy pussy. She laid down on the floor, spread-eagle.
She put two fingers in her meaty pussy and my dick got rock hard.

“You always fuckin’
busy, pussy. I’m tired of this sh—”

I hung up.

“Everything okay, baby?”
Tamika asked.

“I’m good.”

She got up from the
floor and sashayed to her stereo. She put on a slow mix.
Young bitches
,
I thought.
Wasn’t shit romantic about this situation
. She came back to
me and pushed me back on the bed. She got on her knees and unbuckled my belt.

“Hold up, lil’ mama.” I
got up and put my cannon on the nightstand. I took my shirt off and laid back
down. As she was pulling my pants down, I was kicking my shoes off.

My boxers came down
next and she slid her mouth down my dick. She moaned like I was penetrating her
pussy. Her warm mouth slid on my shit like a pro—using  her tongue ring on
the tip, kissing it and playing with my nuts at the same time.

“Mmm. Damn, you taste
good. You like that, daddy?” she purred.

No answer was required.
I grabbed the back of her head and shoved it down my dick. I let her taste if
for a while longer and put her in the doggy-style position. I hurried and got
my helmets out of my pants and rolled one on, then slammed my dick into the
young tender. Her pussy was
tight
.

“Oh shit!” she
screamed. I fucked her harder. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Mmmm ... hit this pussy, hit
this pussy!”

I pushed my thumb in
her asshole while I hit her from the back. Her pussy was dripping wet, making
the inside of her thighs
and
mine moist.

“Oh shit, I’m cumin’,
baby,
oooohhh!
” She came hard, more juices running down her legs.
She’s
a squirter,
I thought.

“You like that, bitch?”
I spat.

“Yes, daddy … put it in
my ass,” she demanded. And I did. She started playing with her pussy while I
fucked her in her ass. She came three more times before I was about to come.

I pulled out and yanked
the condom off. She turned around, ready to catch my nut in her mouth. I busted
in her face and she rubbed it in and put her mouth back on my dick, welcoming
any more cum I had left in me.

***

I pulled away from Tamika’s house around
ten. I left her stretched out on her bed asleep. That young hoe was a piece of
work.

I noticed I had a few
missed calls. I returned the one I got from Kutz.

“Ay, my man.”

“What’s good? You
call?” I countered.

“Meet me at the bar.”

“Okay, playa.”

Every time Kutz called,
it was about business. We never had a discussion longer than thirty seconds on
the phone. He was real careful, very meticulous. I liked that about him. We always
met at
Kelly’s
on the Westport. It was always a mixed crowd there. I
called Sonya back on the way there.

“What, Spade?” She was
pissed.

“Girl, I don’t know why
you even bother,” Nicole said in the background.

“What’s yo problem,
man?” I asked.

“My problem is you
don’t
never
have time for me.”