La Familia 2 (15 page)

I rolled over in the bed and didn't find Power lying next to me. He had gotten up earlier I assumed and went somewhere. It was quiet. And it was early in morning and the bright sun was percolating through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the master bedroom. I was buck-naked in Power's king-sized bed, relaxing on silk sheets, and was still recovering from last night's sexual tryst. My pussy was still throbbing and still hungry for some dick. Power had put that dick down inside of me and I admit it was good. He weighed a ton and fucked like a rhino, and the fact that he ate my pussy out for almost an hour, I came like a fountain.

His place in Upper Manhattan on the west side was superb: giant flat screens everywhere, plush furniture, pricey artwork and historical pictures displayed everywhere indicating Power had some culture, and a chandelier so big it looked like it came from a concert hall. I felt like a princess in his small kingdom. We started dating, and quickly started fucking. I found myself becoming very fond of Power and catching feelings.

He took me shopping in the city on Fifth Avenue, and I was in and out of high-end stores carrying a handful of shopping bags and couldn't wait to show off my new outfits. We had dinner at a few five-star restaurants and toured the city in his Bentley. Power spent money on me and I paid him back by being with him, becoming his woman. He didn't want me to be with no one else and urged me to quit stripping at the club, which I planned to do. I hated the job anyway and with Power willing to help me out, I was going to quit soon.

I crawled out of bed and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. I gazed out at the city coming alive in the morning. I remained naked while gawking at the Yellow Cabs below swarming the city streets and walls of peoples heading to work via the subway or public transportation. It felt good waking up somewhere new and plush. I didn't want to leave the master bedroom. I wanted to enjoy it all day and take advantage of what his money had to offer. The place was so comfortable, it made me feel secure. My son was staying with Ms. Wilson again. She was watching Danny so much that the babysitting money I was paying her was paying her rent. I did miss my son, but I also had to do me so we could both eat. The club was paying my bills, but getting intimate with Power was my opportunity of a lifetime.

I lingered by the window with my naked frame pressed against the glass and thought about so many things. Where was my life going? I thought about Mouse and our fallout. I wondered what she was doing because I hadn't seen her around lately. I did miss her. I thought about my music career and wondered if it would ever spark again. After seeing that shit on BET, it broke my heart. Then Rico came to my mind on a beautiful morning like this. He was steadily calling me collect, pressuring me into sneaking drugs into the prison. He needed to make some money and wanted to use me as his mule. I was totally against it. He came with his threats and I felt I was being backed into a corner.

I knew I had to do something about that nigga and do it soon. He was becoming a serious problem. The man was a virus and he was about to spread if I couldn't find the cure for that muthafucka very soon. I couldn't get sick off this nigga. I couldn't allow my past to destroy me. I had Danny and myself to worry about.

The bedroom door opened and Power walked in. He was clad in a long house robe and talking on his cell phone. I turned and looked at him. He acknowledged me with a smile and wink of the eye. I smiled back at him. He was talking business. I was ready to be with him again. I remained standing by the window and watched him take a seat on the bed and curtail his phone call.

“Yeah, make sure you do that for me, 'cause you know I got you. But look here, I got other important things to take care of; call me later tonight,” said Power.

He hung up. I now had his undivided attention.

“How did you sleep?” he asked me.

“I slept really good. Your bed is so soft and last night was great.”

“I'm glad you liked it.”

I went over to him and straddled him. He wrapped his huge arms around me and held me snuggly. I pushed my breasts into his face and he started sucking on my nipples. He undid his robe and I slid it off of his shoulders. He had nothing else on underneath. He was completely naked. Power was tall and heavyset with stocky legs and a wrestler of compact build. His upper body and arms was swathed with tattoos. His physique resembled Rick Ross, but he was much more handsome and probably had money as long as Rick Ross, too. The only thing missing was the thick black beard.

As Power sucked on my nipples, I cooed and rubbed his glistening bald head. I loved touching his head. It was so smooth. He was also so neat. His charisma was fulfilling, and his generosity was unforgettable.

“You miss me?” he asked.

“Yes, baby,” I replied, kissing the top of his head as he had one of my tits in his mouth with his tongue lashing against my hard nipple. He was hard again. He was a big man down below. I felt all eight inches of him rising between my thighs. I wanted to feel him again. He made me cum like a geyser and was about to have me go off the wall like Michael Jackson's first album.

“I wanna fuck again,” Power said.

I wanted the same thing. I was ready for another round. Last night we used condoms, but this morning I allowed him to penetrate me raw and when I felt him inside of me, I hoped I wasn't going to regret it. But I was so horny that I just wanted to feel the dick in me. He thrust upward inside of me, clutching and squeezing my ass. I rode that dick; he continued sucking on my nipples and fucking the shit out of me.

I moaned into his ear. He grunted into mines.

We moved like a wave of water. I felt him balloon inside of me with his big dick cemented into my stomach. The room started to heat up. We locked lips, kissing fervently. Power raised his hand up to my hair and tangled his fingers in it. His other hand he pulled up to my face and cupped my cheek in his hand. His breath was warm. I started to breathe heavily as his dick went in and out of me. My breasts were crushed against his thick, hairy chest. I was so damn tight and dripping wet with his dick sliding up in my pussy with its full length.

I gasped as I felt the full magnitude of his big dick thrusting inside of me. The way he fucked me I felt my legs turning into jelly. He flipped me over onto my stomach and decided to hit this pussy from the back. I felt my legs spread wide like Pac-Man's mouth and he slid into me, but was careful not to press all of his weight onto me, knowing he was a big dude and I was a petite but busty female.

I couldn't control my body and my voice and started to moan out, “Oh Power. Ooooh, fuck me. Ooooh fuck me. Faster, faster, oh shit!”

I felt shivers go through my spine and I held on to the sheets feeling my pussy opening up like a good book to read. He fucked me harder and faster. I felt my body ready to come which was inevitable while feeling every inch of Power's dick thrusting inside my pussy. I was pressed between the bed and him, feeling the dick ravish me. I came hard and raised my head in the air and howled, feeling my white creamy liquid saturating the dick inside of me. I moaned with delight. Power continued fucking me. I got mines now it was time to get his.

“Shit, your pussy is so fuckin' good,” he cried out.

He continued to hit this pussy from the back. I felt him about to come soon. I was on my hands and knees now, legs spread, gripping the headboard and trying to prevent myself from going through it. He fucked me hard and fast, vigorously. He gripped my hips and screamed out, “I'm gonna fuckin' cum!”

“Pull out,” I told him.

I couldn't chance getting pregnant. It was bad enough I let him fuck raw, but I didn't want to feel his fluid inside of me. I prayed that he would pull out. He fucked me hard, slamming his balls against my ass and the more he remained inside of me, the more worried I became.

“Pull out,” I repeated.

He didn't say anything, but moaned and groaned and was caught up in the sexual haze of pleasure my pussy gave him. He continued gripping my hips and slamming his dick into me. Then, it happened: he came inside of me, his white cum dripping out of my pussy; and it was running down my shaking legs.

He finally pulled out after exploding inside of me and released a satisfied, “Ah, now I feel so much better.” He was still hard, his dick glistening with white cum and my pussy liquids.

“Why didn't you pull out like I asked you to?” I griped.

“Baby, you felt too good to pull out,” he replied.

I was somewhat perturbed, but I didn't dwell on it. There was always the morning after pill and I prayed he didn't have any STDs. I could only curl against him and look up at the ceiling. My mouth was open in a beatific smile. I hadn't been fucked like that in a long while. I closed my eyes and stretched out, the sheepish smile lingering about my lovely lips.

Power got up after ten minutes of lying with me and started to get dressed.

“Where you goin'?” I asked him.

“I got some business to take care of.”

He was a busy man. I couldn't complain. He allowed me to stay at his place until he returned but I had to get back home to my son. I got dressed along with him and he took me home. Power stopped his Bentley in front of my project building. I kissed him good-bye and I stepped out looking like a superstar, sporting a wrapped miniskirt in glazed leather with my matching jacket and a pair of stylish heels. All eyes were on me and it felt good. Power drove away and I walked into my building with my head up and ready to start a new day. It was a beautiful day and spring was right around the corner. After a cold and brutal winter, finally the leaves on the trees were budding and the flowers were starting to blossom and I was ready to blossom right along with them.

 

It was going to be my last week working at Crazy Legs. I wanted to make some extra money and even though Power was willing to support me, or help me out, I was a bitch who was used to making her own money. I admit I was a bit skeptical in quitting because I didn't want to depend on any man doing for me and my son. But I needed a change in venue. Despite Kawanda, I had the rest of these bitches hating hard on me. I had snatched me a baller, and not just any baller, one of the most prominent men in the game. Bitches spent years dancing in the club trying to snatch them up a hustler who would take care of them. I did it effortlessly, without a sweat. And then these men were wolves, hungry for my pussy and willing to do whatever. It was becoming too risky working at Crazy Legs. Just the other day a stripper was raped and beaten while trying to make a few extra dollars to support her daughter. And then there were the continuing raids from police officers rushing into the club to make noise. When the owner didn't pay them off, the police came knocking and they came knocking hard, arresting underage girls and anyone with warrants. And then between the drug use, the thievery, and the fights in the place, it felt like I was working on a battlefield. I needed to get out.

I got on the stage scantily dressed in a red fishnet camisole and thong set. It was a very sexy set with long sleeves, fence-net camisole top with cutout front and back detail, with matching laze trim thong and leg garter and my six-inch stilettos. The DJ started to play my song, “I Choose You” by Keyshia Cole. I closed my eyes and started dancing seductively to the song.

I started to twirl myself around the stage pole and work my body for the men who crowded around the stage. I came out my top, tits showing, and bounced my booty to the song. It was a love song but I worked magic to it. I had these niggas hypnotized by me and only me. It was my last week there and I planned on going out with a bang. Money was being tossed at me; it was only singles, but they were adding up.

Ten minutes into my act and I caught the shock of my life. I stood there in awe, taken aback when I saw Search had come into the building. He was with a small entourage. We locked eyes and I didn't know what to say or do. I knew recently he had signed a deal with Def Jam and he and his peoples probably came into Crazy Legs to celebrate. He smiled at me. The club gave him and his entourage the VIP treatment. I realized that the show must go on no matter who was in the building. I continued with my exotic routine, trying not to be embarrassed. I got nude on stage and Search gazed stoically at me. He liked me for years; I wanted to tease him. Shit, I wanted to hate him for giving that whack group my song and seeing the video on BET. I yearned to have a few words with Search. I felt ambivalent about seeing him in there. I didn't know if I wanted to curse him out or apologize to him.

I still wanted to become a music star. Search was well on his way to becoming the next P. Diddy while I was working hood strip clubs. The scales were tipped lopsidedly. I was talented and beautiful; there was no way I shouldn't be on the top charts and gracing my beauty in front of millions of fans. I wanted a second chance. I ached for it.

Search left the VIP area and walked over to the stage. He had a fistful of cash and fixated his eyes on me. I was nervous. We used to be best friends; now it felt like we were the worst of enemies. I was hoping he come over and apologize to me, maybe talk reconciliation in my ear and was willing to get me back on track. But he didn't. The muthafucka looked blankly at me and tossed a wad of money into the air my way, like I was some regular, buck-naked bitch on stage he didn't know. He smirked while making it rain on me. It was an insult to me. He treated me like I was some slut. I couldn't hold my tongue any longer.

“So it's like that, Search! That's how you fuckin' do me?” I exclaimed.

“It's how you did yourself,” he retorted.