Eviction Notice (22 page)

CHAPTER 32

“I can’t believe
he tried to play you like that, Brick,” Peaches said, fighting back the urge to laugh in Brick House’s face. She couldn’t wait to put the word out about how Don B. had shitted on Brick House.

“Fuck him, li’l-dick muthafucka. He better hope I don’t call Li’l Flame and them and get his ass robbed when he leaves here,” Brick House fumed.

“If I were you I would. It would teach them New York niggaz about trying to come on this side stunting,” Peaches instigated. She got off on drama and encouraged it whenever she could.

“I ain’t even beat for that whack-ass nigga. He ain’t the only nigga in here holding,” Brick House said, looking around at the various ballers in the VIP. Her eyes landed on a rough-looking group toward the back who clearly weren’t from Jersey, but their money looked just as green. The two strippers worked their way over to King’s table and began sizing the men up openly.

“What’s popping, ladies?” Dump asked.

“You, big daddy.” Peaches invited herself to a seat on his lap. She ran her hand up Dump’s leg and grabbed a handful of his crotch. “You’re a big one, huh?”

“You better believe it. Dump don’t do small,” he boasted.

“Why do they call you Dump, because you like to eat?” she asked, rubbing his large belly.

“Nah, because all I do is dump on muthafuckas. Now stop wasting time and handle ya business.” Dump picked her up by her waist and placed the stripper on his lap.

“I think I’m gonna like you.” She beamed.

“You want a dance, boo?” Brick House approached Alonzo.

“Nah, I’m good,” Alonzo said, still mulling over Porsha.

“No, he ain’t.” Lakim slid over next to his brother and pulled out a roll of singles. “My li’l brother is shy, so why don’t you drop that big ass on him and bring him out of his shell.”

“I think I can do that.” She lowered herself onto Alonzo’s lap, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Don’t be shy, baby.” She took Alonzo’s hands and placed them on her ass cheeks. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

“Yeah,” he said, panting. Alonzo tried to be cool about it, but shorty was turning him on. “What’s ya name?”

“They call me Brick House, but you can call me yours as long as you’re spending.” She pushed her breasts up toward his mouth.

“You let us worry about the money, you just keep working that ass, ma.” Lakim started dropping singles on her head.

Brick House was truly a beast. She ground back and forth, flexing her ass cheeks on the bulge in his jeans every time she moved. She proceeded to pop her huge breasts from her bikini top and shove them in Alonzo’s face. Before he knew it, he was sucking on her brown nipples like a starved child. Brick House locked her fingers behind his head and threw both legs up on his shoulders, grinding her box on his chest. Without missing a beat she spun around, planted her palms on the ground, and started bouncing her ass up and down on Alonzo’s lap.

Brick House turned back around so that she was facing Alonzo again. With nimble fingers she undid his zipper and had his dick out and in her hand before he even realized what was going on. “Damn, that’s a lot of dick.” She stroked him firmly. Pre-come ran from the head of his dick and over her knuckles. “You wanna fuck my li’l pussy with all this dick?” she asked, her voice husky.

Alonzo’s depression over Porsha had faded and he was now thinking with his loins. “Fuck it, how much?”

“Give me two hundred and I’ll get you right.”

“That’s kinda steep, sis.” Alonzo had only about two hundred dollars on him and he hadn’t intended on blowing it all in one shot.

Brick House took Alonzo’s hand and slipped two of his fingers into her pussy. She was dripping like a faucet. “Stop acting like you don’t wanna tear these walls down.” She then took his fingers and licked her juices off them.

“A’ight, you’ve tortured my man enough,” King James interjected. He counted out two hundred dollars and gave them to Brick House. “Go take care of my family.”

Brick House grabbed Alonzo by the hand and led him deep into the recesses of the VIP, where there were thick black curtains hanging from the wall. Alonzo gave King James the thumbs-up sign before disappearing behind the curtain.

*   *   *

Brick House led
Alonzo through the curtains and into a smaller room that was connected to the VIP. It was too dark for him to really see what was going on, but from the stench of sex and the moans he could hear in the shadows, he didn’t need his eyes to see what was going on. He thought Brick House was going to fuck him in there, but she led him farther still into the recesses of the room to a door marked
EMERGENCY EXIT.
She pushed the door open and a cool gust of wind washed across them from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs.

“What’s good, I thought we was gonna get it on?” Alonzo asked suspiciously.

“We are,” Brick House assured him. “We can handle our business out back so I ain’t gotta worry about none of these nosy bitches in my mix.” She tried to pull him by the hand but Alonzo jerked away.

“Shorty, I ain’t trying to fuck outside.”

“Look, the muthafucka who owns the club be on some bullshit trying to tax us for fifty percent if we get caught turning tricks in the club, so sometimes we go out back. It’s a dead-end street so we ain’t gotta worry about no traffic coming through and interrupting.”

“I don’t know, ma.”

Brick House pressed up against him and grabbed his hand, slipping it into her wetness. “C’mon, baby, I need you to put this fire out. Don’t do me like that.” She sucked on his neck.

Every ounce of common sense Alonzo had told him that it was a bad idea, but like most men his age, he was thinking with the wrong head. “A’ight, let’s go. But you need to come down off that price some, being that you making me fuck you outside.”

“Since I like you, we can negotiate. Don’t worry, boo, I’m gonna make sure you remember this pussy for a long time.” She led him by the hand through the door at the bottom of the steps and out into the alley. Brick House wasted no time getting down to business. She shoved Alonzo against the wall and began licking his ears and around his neck, while prying his dick from his pants. “That feels good, don’t it.” She jerked his dick.

“Yeah, that’s nice.” Alonzo closed his eyes.

“The best is yet to come.” She dropped her purse to ground and knelt on it so as not to scuff her knees on the concrete. She circled her thumb and index finger around his shaft and stroked it gently while fondling his balls with her free hand. She clamped her lips around the head of his dick and inhaled gently, drawing a low hissing from Alonzo. Gradually she opened her mouth wider and slid it farther down his shaft. When she came back up she let her saliva run freely down his dick until it was good and wet. Every time she bobbed down on him, she let his dick slip farther and farther into her mouth until his dick had completely disappeared and her tongue touched his balls.

“Damn, you’re trying to make me nut,” Alonzo said, moaning.

“Nah, you ain’t getting off that easy,” she told him while stroking his cock aggressively. Brick House produced a condom and rolled it onto his rock-hard dick. Brick House got off her knees and braced herself against the wall with one hand. She moved her thong to the side and hiked her ass up. “Get in this pussy.” She spread her lips.

Alonzo looked around cautiously to make sure nobody was looking before sliding up behind Brick House. She was so wet that he missed his target three times before hitting his mark. Brick House’s pussy was so warm and tight that Alonzo stood completely still, letting her soak him. “Damn,” was all he could say as he spread her ass cheeks and pushed himself into her as far as he could, grabbing two handfuls of her ass, forcing her up and down faster and faster. Alonzo was trying to force himself into the depths of her guts.

“That’s right, get all in this pussy.” She pressed both hands against the wall and threw it back as he pumped.

Alonzo grabbed a fistful of her weave and started going to town on her, slamming his dick in and out of Brick House as hard as he could, but no matter how hard he stroked, she begged him to fuck her harder. Alonzo had been with quite a few women in his day, but Brick House’s pussy was hands down the best he’d ever had. He felt his legs start to buckle as he came closer and closer to climaxing. Abandoning his grip on her hair, Alonzo locked both his forearms under her and lifted Brick House off her feet. His face twisted into a horrible mask of pleasure and pain as he emptied himself into the condom. He felt like the come would never stop spilling out of him, and when it finally did, he slumped against her with his forehead on the wall. The night was silent except for the sounds of their heavy breathing, but the silence was interrupted by the sound of someone chambering a round into a pistol to his rear.

“Now that you’ve got yours, give me mine,” a voice demanded from behind him.

Alonzo didn’t have to turn around to know what was happening to him. “Rotten bitch.” He grunted as Brick House slid from beneath him, leaving him standing there with the condom hanging off his dick.

“Ain’t nothing personal, boo, but it’s like I told you earlier: I need
all
my chips.” Brick House went to stand near the robbers.

“Turn around real slow and don’t try nothing stupid,” a gunman ordered him. Alonzo turned around to face his robbers. There were two of them, both wearing masks and both armed.

“Just be easy, my nigga. Y’all can have all this.” Alonzo went to reach into his pocket and his head exploded in pain as the gunman hit him with the hammer. Alonzo stumbled into the wall, but kept his footing.

“Didn’t I tell you not to do nothing stupid?” The gunman pressed the hammer to Alonzo’s forehead. “Yo, Brick, get this nigga’s pockets.”

Brick House cautiously moved to Alonzo and began rummaging through his pockets.

“Shitting where you live is never a smart thing, baby girl,” Alonzo warned her.

“Shut up before I shit on
you
.” Brick House pulled his money out and began counting it. “Nigga, all you got is two hundred dollars and you was up in there like you was balling out with ya peoples? I should’ve tried to get ya man with the ice on out here instead of your broke ass.”

“King would’ve killed you on the spot. A nigga like me, I’m gonna wait until later so I can take my time with you,” he said seriously.

“You pop a lot of shit for a nigga on the wrong side of a pistol.” The gunman jabbed the gun into Alonzo’s chest. When he did, it hit against something that sounded like metal. The gunman yanked the front of Alonzo’s shirt down and saw the thick link around his neck. “Run that too.”

“A’ight, just be easy. I don’t want no problems, B.” Alonzo slowly reached for his neck. Seeing that he had Alonzo under pressure, the gunman relaxed, which was a big mistake. Instead of removing the chain, Alonzo went for the two razors he had taped to his collar. In one motion Alonzo jerked his head to the side and brought one of the razors down across the man’s forearm, opening a vein. The gun went off, missing Alonzo’s head but damn near deafening him, being fired so close to his ear. Ignoring the pain, Alonzo lunged, swinging the razors. His hands were a blur as the two small blades opened up gashes on the gunman’s face, neck, and chest. Unfortunately, none was a killing blow, but they were enough to take him out of commission long enough for Alonzo to try to reach the second gunman.

The second gunman fumbled with the slide on his gun nervously as Alonzo closed the distance. From the looks of things, he was an amateur, which was good for Alonzo but bad for him. Alonzo swung the razor with the intention of taking the gunman’s face off, but Brick House snuffed him, throwing off his aim. When Brick House saw Alonzo’s angry eyes turn to her, she hightailed it back to the fire-exit door, which she had left propped open with a bottle. She had just reached the door when Alonzo caught her across the back with the razor, opening up a wide gash. He tried to take her head off with the second strike, but she managed to get to the safety of the door and slam it behind her.

Remembering his unfinished business, Alonzo turned back to the second gunman, who had finally managed to figure out how to work his pistol and was about to fire on Alonzo. Thankfully, a metal pipe busted his head to the white meat before he had the chance. The second gunman dropped like a brick at Ashanti’s feet, who was standing there holding the pipe in question.

“Bitch-ass nigga.” Ashanti brought the pipe down across his head once more for good measure. “Man, I’ve heard of getting caught with your pants down, but you’ve taken this shit to a new level.” Ashanti looked down at Alonzo’s exposed dick.

“Very fucking funny.” Alonzo fixed himself. “You were supposed to be with the truck, what are you doing back here?”

“You’re welcome,” Ashanti said sarcastically. “I had to take a leak so I wandered back here, and from the looks of things it’s a good thing I did. What happened?”

“I came back here to get some pussy and the bitch set me up. These niggaz tried to rob me.” He motioned at the two men on the ground. The first gunman, whom he had cut, was rolling around on the floor in pain. “Come here, muthafucka.” Alonzo dragged the gunman out into the alley. He snatched the mask off and saw that the face underneath couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen, but by then he was too far gone to care. All he’d wanted to do was come out and have a good time, but the petty thieves had awakened the sleeping giant. “You tried to take my money so I’m gonna take your face.” He hit him with the razor. Alonzo didn’t stop cutting the kid until his arms were tired and the boy’s face looked like an old pack of hamburger meat.

“King ain’t gonna like the fact that we dropped two bodies outside his meeting,” Ashanti said, looking over the bloodied men.

“Right now I don’t care who likes what, them niggaz violated.”

“So what do we do now, clean the mess up?” Ashanti asked.

“Fuck them, nigga, leave ’em for the rats.” Alonzo spat on the robber. “Let’s go get the whip and scoop our peoples.”