Dirty Rotten Liar (12 page)

“O
h God!” Selah moaned as Rodney Ruddman planted a trail of kisses down her tight stomach and rubbed his fingers through the mound of her neatly trimmed forest. “This shit feels so fucking good! I can't believe I'm doing this again. I can't believe it!”

Rodney's laughter echoed off the walls of his large penthouse suite, and he grinned as he spread Selah's creamy thighs even wider.

“But you
are
doing it, Mrs. Dominion,” he reminded her heartlessly. “You're doing it and you're loving it too.”

If Rodney was treating her harshly, then Selah knew she deserved it. They'd been playing the phone sex game, and she had gotten her satisfaction and then hung up before he could get his too, and now he was paying her back in cruel, delicious ways.

And it was damned delicious too! Selah sighed with pleasure as he spread her legs even wider. She had taken Jock and Fallon down to Houston to visit Viceroy early that morning, and she'd made it her business to get the hell out of there as quickly as she could. Viceroy had tried to pull that same old tired trick on her as they were walking out the door, but this time instead of going back to sit on his limp dick Selah had damn near knocked Jock down trying to get out of that hospital room.

“Let them kids go on ahead!” Viceroy had wailed as she broke her neck getting out the door. “Come back for a minute Selah and let me show you something real quick.”

Sheeiit.
Selah shuddered at the memory. She reached over and jacked Rodney's ramrod hunk of wood. Viceroy could just keep his little limp hot dog in his goddamn pajamas! Who the hell did he think wanted to sit on his rubbery little Louisiana hotlink?

She moaned louder as Rodney plunged his thick fingers in and out of her softness. Selah's juices sloshed in his hand as she panted and fucked up at him with her hips.

But it only took her a few minutes to get tired of all that. Hell, she had her own damn fingers. A man with a big stiff dick is what she wanted!

She grabbed Rodney's wrist and made him withdraw from her tunnel. And then she maneuvered her body until her face was in his crotch and his gigantic sausage stood up stiffly like it had a steel rod going through it.

“Yes, suck my dick,
Mrs. Dominion
,” Rodney ordered her. He wound his fat fingers in her hair and guided her mouth to the top of his shaft. “Suck my big hard
dick
,” he repeated as her lips swept down his pole and covered it in hot, soft wetness. “And act like it's your husband's.”

 

Fallon was stretched out on her sofa getting her lips sucked just the way she liked. The strong pink tongue that slipped in and out of her mouth felt like moist satin, and the bright white teeth that were perfectly straight dazzled her mind.

She felt the hand that crept up her side to cup her firm breast but she didn't try to stop it. In fact, she wanted to be touched. She arched her back and poked her titties out and mentally begged for her nipples to be stroked.

The strong fingers squeezed her titty gently and thumbed her nipple, and then slid down across her belly and pressed against the tender spot of her triangle. Fallon sighed and let her legs fall open, and she was just thrusting her hips up to meet the sweet pressure that was bearing down on her clit when her phone rang.

“Don't answer it,” her partner panted, but Fallon couldn't help it as she reached behind her and snatched the cell phone off the end table.

“H-hello?”

“Sup, baby girl.”

It was her ex. Freddie. Fallon's body started cooling down as she closed her legs and struggled to sit up.

“Hey. What's up?”

“I ran into a little problem with Verizon,” Freddie explained. “Them fools claim they can't find my payment so now they about to cut off my phone. I need you to hook me up with five hundred until I get paid, a'ight? Can you do that for ya daddy real quick?”

Damn!
Fallon smirked. This was Freddie's third damn time calling for money this week!

Fallon glanced at the fine-ass dude sitting next to her. They'd been in the same class since the seventh grade and she liked him. He was naked from the waist up and his dick was seriously on brick.

She licked her lips, then reached over and covered his rock with her hand and gave it a nice, slow squeeze.

“Sorry, Fredericka,” she said into the phone. “This isn't a good time for me. I have company so I'ma have to holla at you later.”

 

“Okay, so here's what I want you to do,” Pilar said, running down her final take-down plan and speaking slowly like Dy-Nasty was brain afflicted. “Get in touch with Uncle Suge and put the hammer on him. Squeeze that nigga's balls! Bump is just a fuckin' tool, but Suge holds all the real cards. I want you to tell that fool you got something on his nephew that's gonna bring the whole damn family down! Tell him he better smack you in the pockets with a million dollars in cash if he wants you to keep your mouth closed, and if he gives you any bullshit then you show him the damn pictures and fuck him up!”

Pilar's face lit up with an evil, conniving grin.

“And after you make him crawl and you get that damn money in your hands, then you
still
fucking tell on Barron!”

Her eyes sparkled at the thought of using Dy-Nasty to do all her dirty work.

“Tell who?” Dy-Nasty asked.

“Tell
everybody
, stupid! I want you to print them damn pictures out and show them to Aunt Selah, and then you find a way to sneak them up to that hospital so Uncle Viceroy can get a peek at them too! By the time we get finished fucking Barron he's gonna hate the day he met us!”

“Hell yeah!” Dy-Nasty nodded with dollar signs lighting up her eyes, but then her hood instincts kicked in and she frowned and suspiciously grilled the pampered little rich bitch sitting across from her.

“Yo, why you all of a sudden tryna be so down with me, Pilar? Ain't you bonin' Barron? Whut? You tryna get you a lil cut of that Dominion cash too?”

“No.” Pilar shook her head as a fire crept into her eyes. She thought about all that hot sticky cum that was in Barron's drawers when he left out of Mink's room. Yeah, cash was good, but butt-fucking revenge was always better.

“I'm not boning that asshole and I don't want a dime of that money either,” she told Dy-Nasty. “I'll get my satisfaction when Barron is bent over and taking a fat dick up his ass!”

“I don't give a good goddamn,” I snapped at Bunni as I waited in the downstairs parlor for Uncle Suge to come get me. “I'm
still
tellin'!”

“Mink you just too damned hardheaded! Why don't you just
listen
sometimes?”

Listen? I had heard every damn thing I needed to hear when we was up in that window listening to Dy-Nasty plot up on a scheme to blackmail Barron out of a million big ones!

I had igged all that yang Bunni was spittin' and politely called Suge and asked him to come pick me up. And as soon as he got here I was planning on dropping a big fat dime and telling him all about Dy-Nasty's grimy little caper.

But Bunni was acting like I had lost my damn mind.

“Look, you and Dy-Nasty was gonna get down together before, remember? Y'all was gonna split that three hundred grand trust fund money right down the middle and you was real cool with that shit! So what's different now? Why can't you just hit Dy-Nasty up on the sly tip right now and let her know you're up on her shit? You can tell her it's gonna cost her half of whatever she gets from Barron if she wants you to keep her lil gank under your hat! Why you just can't do that?”

“ 'Cause I don't want shit that donkey-faced bitch got, that's why!”

“Mink!” Bunni went at me hard. “Is you fuggin'
crazy
? Is you on some new kinda dope? Do you know what we could do with half a million smack-smacks?”

“I don't care, Bunni. I'm tellin'.”

Her nose flared and sweat beads popped up all over that shit.

“Girl you is
losing
it!
For real.
Why in the world would you do some stupid shit like that?”

“Because what she's tryna do ain't right, Bunni!”

“
So
? Look, I'ma need you to wake the hell up, okay? Yo ass is just getting too damn
soft
! You willing to miss out on half a mil in cash for that fool Barron? Girl, you know damn well that nigga don't even
like
you! If it was up to him your high-yellow ass woulda been drop-kicked straight into the toilet bowl the very first day we rolled up in this bitch! I don't know why you all of a sudden wanna help
him
out! He damn sure wouldn't do nothin' to help
you
!”

I igged Bunni and kept peeping out the door looking for Suge's truck, but on the real tip I knew every damn thing my partner-in-grime was spittin' was right on point. I couldn't hardly believe I was about to drop a dime when keeping quiet might make me a dollar, but I still wanted to do that shit.

'Cause Bunni was calling it correct. Barron hated me and I hated his black ass too! But I hated that greasy bitch Dy-Nasty
even more
! Yeah, I was a con-mami all down in my bones and grifting was my favorite pastime. Tricking niggas for their loot was a delicate game and I was a top-notch contender with a whole lotta wins under my belt.

But at least I had some respect for my profession! Some flow to my hustle! Dy-Nasty was just shitty for no good reason at all. She was lazy and trifling, and everything about her skunk-ass was way below the grime of the gutter and underneath the grunge of the hood!

Bunni grilled me and rolled her eyes hard enough to make one pop out and skedaddle across the floor.

“You can roll 'em till they fall out, Bunni. I'm still tellin'.”

“Okay, but just what the hell is Uncle Suge 'posed to do about it anyway?” she demanded. “Tell that horse-headed wench to leave his Lil Bump alone?”

I just smirked at all that noise she was making 'cause I wasn't even tryna hear it. Bunni knew damn well what type of gully nigga Suge was. He had spent his life erasing criminal footprints for that street-thug turned billionaire brother of his. Shit, Suge Dominion wasn't nobody's joke. That dude was a closer. A quicker-cleaner-upper. There was no doubt in my monkey-ass mind that if anybody could shove a hot stick of dynamite up Dy-Nasty's ugly ass, it was Uncle Suge.

Uncle Suge had picked me up and I was busy spittin' something hot in his ear, but it damn sure wasn't about no Barron and Dy-Nasty!

“Ooooh, yeah, baby!” I moaned as I rode his beefy dick bronco-style. “Right there, Daddy!” My titties jiggled and I shuddered as Suge gripped my hips and pounded up into me. “Uh-
huh
! Put that thang right there!”

We had rode out to his crib and tossed back a few drinks. Suge had thrown two big cows on the pit and started cutting up all kinds of shit to make us a salad, but my pussy was even hotter than the grill and by now them damn steaks was probably burnt!

We was buck naked on his living room sofa going to town.

“I wanna take that thang from the back,” I whispered, leaning forward as I stuck the tip of my tongue inside his ear. “I want you to fuck my lights out, baby!”

In a flash that big nigga had lifted me under my arms and flipped me around. I yelped as he mushed my head down in the couch pillows and yanked my ass up high in the air.

He slapped me on the ass like I was a horse he was sending to the stable, and then he fist-gripped his monster meat and guided it to the slit of my dripping pussy and hummed as the tip of his dick tickled me like a vibrator.