RedBone (17 page)

Lying face to face with him, she held her nose when she smelled the stank of his morning breath, due to all the weed smoking he indulged in the night before. Sweat poured off his husky body and fell onto the cream sheet under him. Perspiration surrounded his body as if he were chalked out at a crime scene. Farah was trying to see her partner in crime on the floor from where she lay, but the room was mostly dark, with the exception of sunlight peeking from the corner of his dirty white vinyl blind.
Don’t fuck this up, girl!
she thought. Blinking several times, Farah was finally able to see Natasha’s silhouette on the floor. Directly under his window, Natasha, completely naked, crawled on all fours as she looked for the money Farah assured her was in the house. If Tank woke up and saw her there, he would murder both of them and not miss a day’s sleep.
Please don’t get caught. Move slowly
.

Tank was a certified hood soldier. He had enough weapons in his apartment to stage a war. There were two .45s, his weapon of choice, a nine, and about ten shotguns. When Farah originally hatched her plan to steal from him, she swore she thought things through. Now she understood that the knife she had tucked in the pillowcase under her head would not be enough to defend herself if things got out of hand. When Natasha bumped against the bed, Farah bit down on her lip and closed her eyes. Because she wasn’t really asleep, her eyeballs moved rapidly under her lids. She just knew he was about to wake up and ask what the fuck was going on. A minute later, she opened her eyes and saw he was still asleep. She exhaled.

When the heat came back on, the stench of weed and sex roamed around the room. But his snores got louder, which indicated that he was fast asleep. In the event he woke up, the plan was to tell him how he fucked both of them the night before and how much fun they had. The good thing about the plan was that Tank was twenty-two: young and unable to handle his liquor. Farah was banking on this character flaw if they were caught red-handed.

Natasha moved around quickly, looking for the bag of gold Farah said was at the end of the hellhole. She would’ve looked for it herself but whenever she stayed over, he had to hold her. So at the moment his heavy hand rested on her yellow thigh, and whenever she moved, he would toss or turn. When Natasha located a bulging Doritos bag under his bed, she sat up against the wall and picked it up. Her large brown breasts drooped freely and her legs were wide open. Shaking the bag, she noticed it was too heavy to be holding chips. She smiled slyly at Farah, opened the bag, and her eyes widened when she saw a wad of money inside. “Bitch, it’s right here,” she whispered too loudly.

When she felt Tank move, Farah slammed her eyelids shut. She couldn’t believe Natasha could be so careless. To make matters worse, Tank’s snores stopped, which meant he wasn’t in a deep sleep anymore. Her eyes remained shut for a minute but when she opened them, he was staring in her direction. “What you looking all crazy for?” He stretched his arms and legs. “What ... I ain’t dick you down hard enough last night?” He yawned and his breath smelled like a pot of hot shit. “I’d think you’d be knocked out.” He removed his hand from her thigh and rolled back on his side. “If you ain’t answering me, you must be ’sleep with your eyes open.”

“Boy, ain’t nobody sleep with their eyes open.” She giggled. She was nervous and it showed.

“Then why you not answering my question?”

“What you say again?”

He frowned. “I said, ‘did I dick you down right last night?”

Farah could hear Natasha’s soft whimpering in the background, and she was on the verge of paranoia.
Why the fuck is this bitch crying?
“Yeah, the dick was official, baby. Why else would I come see your ass as often as I do? It ain’t like you cashing me out.”

“You right about that,” Tank said, rubbing his stomach. “I don’t pay a bitch shit but dick.”

“So there we have it,” Farah said. When she looked over his shoulder, she was angry that instead of ducking, Natasha was stuck in position with both hands over her mouth. “But you better get some sleep because later”—she pushed his fat finger into her pussy—“I might be up for round two.”

“Damn,” he said, stirring his finger like a spoon in a pot. “Why you wet all of a sudden?” Farah’s pussy was always dry, but because it was so hot in the room it was now drenched with sweat. He would normally have to eat her out just to get it wet enough to stick his dick in. “You make me wanna get some of that right now.”

Farah didn’t want his large pokers in her box, but at the moment she didn’t have a choice. At least he was preoccupied with what she had between her legs, instead of the .45 under his pillow. “My pussy is always wet when I’m with you.” She moaned. He knew that wasn’t the case but he let her live anyway. “So go back to sleep and we’ll start all over in a couple of hours.” She closed her eyes, hoping he’d do the same.

“Naw, Reds,” he said, pulling his finger out of her pussy. Then he hauled her on top of his body. “I’m trying to bust. You done got me started now.” The moment he was on his back and she was on top of him, Natasha softly hit the floor. If the room were lit a little better, he would be able to see her long brown legs on the left side of the bed. But the light was minimal at the moment and Farah was grateful. “Get it hard, Reds,” he said, grabbing her hand, and putting it on his clammy penis. “Jerk it so you can get me ready.”

“But my arm hurts.”

“Well, make it wet then.” He looked at her. “With your mouth.”

“I’ll jack you off,” she said, reconsidering.

Farah grabbed his long pole and softly stroked it until he was stiff and ready to perform. Tank’s pink tongue moved around in his mouth and his hairy chest moved up and down with each exhale. The tip of his dick oozed pre-cum and dripped on her fingertips. He was in ecstasy already. “Come on, ma, it’s ready now. Suck that shit for me.”

“I thought you wanted me to jack you off.”

“Now I want something different.”

Farah didn’t care about doing what was necessary, but she was concerned he’d look to his left and see Natasha, who was doing an awful job of hiding. From where she sat on top of his body, she could see her clearly. Now she wished she hadn’t suggested she’d get naked because if she created a diversion, Natasha could’ve crawled her ass all the way home. But without her clothes she could do nothing. “Come on, Tank, let me ride that shit,” she said, jerking him harder. “You done let me get you all ready and now you not gonna give me no dick?”She shook her head as if it were unacceptable. “Naw, babes, I’ma have to hop on top of this big black mothafucka first.”

He laughed, thinking she was really in to him. “Don’t worry, Farah, I’ma save some for you,” he said, breathing more into her space. “But I’ma need them lips wrapped around this shit first.” He snatched his dick greedily from her paws. “All that other shit you talking can wait.”

“Come on, Tank. Please,” she whined. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Bitch, stop playing with me!” he yelled. “Your mouth way wetter than your pussy, in case you didn’t know.” He wasn’t smiling anymore and it was obvious he reached the end of his patience. He wanted to cum and he wanted her to use her mouth to make him do it. Plus Farah could never move her body right and her fuck game was off. If it weren’t for her face, and the fact that a rack of dudes in the hood wanted to fuck her, he would not have given her the time of day. “Now suck my joint. And if you want me to pipe you down later, you got that.”

From the corner of her eye she looked in Natasha’s direction again and was enraged. She could still see her legs.
Damn, this bitch stupid. Why she ain’t ball up instead of stretching out? Fuck! Now this nigga gonna kill both of us!

Realizing she needed her knife, she said, “You mind if I suck it from the floor, baby? On the side of the bed? I always work better on my knees.”

He wanted a blowjob and he didn’t give a fuck how it was going to go down. “A’ight.” He frowned. “But you making me mad now. I need you to hurry up and break me off.”

When he swung his legs toward the side of the bed closest to Natasha, Farah felt faint. His feet were so close to her body, if he moved an inch he would feel her warm skin. “No!” Farah screamed. Then she got on her knees on the opposite side of the bed, away from her stupid friend. “Let’s do it over here!”

Tank followed and looked down at her suspiciously. She was acting out of character and he wasn’t comfortable with the situation anymore. Looking into her brown eyes he said, “Fuck is up with you? And before you lie to me, you better know I ain’t no sucka-ass nigga.”

“I know you not, baby,” she said, giving him a half smile. “Why you fucking around?”

“Bitch, don’t make me break your neck. Now what the fuck is up?”

“I just wanna do it over here, that’s all.” She was shaking so hard her hair was trembling. “Let’s keep it light, Tank.”

“I know one thing, you ain’t acting right.” He looked at her harder. “Something is up.”

“Tank, come on.” She was working harder than ever. “Ain’t shit wrong. I’m just trying to have a little fun and wanted you on my side of the bed, that’s all.” Then she grabbed the pillow with the knife tucked inside of it, and placed it under her knees in case she needed it. “I’ma do whatever you want. I just needed you over here, that’s all.”

Tank was young, but he was street smart and far from stupid. The drug game made him hard and he heard about bitches running game and setting niggas up all the time. He just hoped it would never happen to him. He was a foot soldier, with no more on him than a couple thousand at a time, but for a hood rat like Farah, looking to pay her rent, that was a good look. With both feet firmly on the floor, he stood up and looked down at her as she cowered on her knees. His stare was serious and he meant business. “Fuck is up, Farah?” She rose up until he said, “Did I tell you to stand?” She shook her head and dropped back to the floor. “Now, are you gonna tell me what you up to, or do I have to find out for myself?”

“Tank, please!” Tears came down her eyes and gave her away, but he didn’t give a fuck. “I’m just trying to make you feel good. That’s all. Why you getting all different all of a sudden?”

“I don’t believe you,” he said as he was about to walk away from her.

“Where you going?” she asked, pulling his hand.

“Bitch, get the fuck off of me!” He walked away from her and his neck swiveled to the opposite side of his room. From where he stood, he saw something out of the ordinary. Squinting, he grabbed his gun from under the pillow, and moved toward the left side of the bed. Farah wanted to run but her legs wouldn’t even allow her to stand. This was her fear and she knew it was impossible that they all would make it out of the situation alive.

Naked, with his gun aimed, Tank moved closer to the object on the floor. Then he opened the blinds and the entire room lit up as sunshine burst through the grimy windows. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Natasha, balled up, with her hands over her face. She was so scared that she actually thought by hiding her eyes, he wouldn’t be able to see her because she couldn’t see him. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he made her rise to her feet. “Open your mouth,” he said. She did. He pushed the barrel between her teeth, like it was supposed to be there, and cocked his gun. “Now . . . who are you, and what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

“Uh ... I was ... remember ... we all ... uh ...” She was scared and lost the plan within the walls of her mind because of the gun in her mouth. How could she forget? Farah had gone over it with her twenty times just to make sure it was ironclad.

Farah had told her, “If this nigga wakes up and catches us in his house, tell him the three of us fucked the night before. He drinks so much, girl, he won’t remember. And now that it was time to show and prove, Natasha was coming up short.

“Bitch, I asked you a mothafuckin’ question! Fuck is you doing in my house?”

Her pretty face produced a fake smile, even though a gun rested between her teeth. “You don’t remember, Tank? We ... we all had a little fun last night.” She looked at Farah but Farah looked away. She was on her own. Focusing back on the man who was gripping her hair so hard she could hear her hair tearing from the roots, she said, “Don’t you remember?”

“Naw.” He frowned. “I don’t remember none of that shit.”

She simpered. “Come on, Tank. I sucked your dick for an hour, then Farah was riding you. We had a ball last night. That’s why I’m naked. Look at me, baby.” He eyed her naked flesh. She was working it now and Farah was hopeful that everyone would make it out alive.

“The three of us did all that last night?” He laughed, looking into her eyes.

“Yeah. We had a real good time, too.”

“Well if that’s the case, and we all were together, then why the fuck you hiding?”

“Uh ... because I thought you would forget and be mad. And I ain’t want that. I heard how hard you are in these streets,” she lied, and he blushed. “But can you please let my hair go, Tank?” she could hear the soft cracking of her hair follicles being torn away. “You’re hurting me really bad.”

Before letting her go, he looked at her face, droopy titties, and long, pretty legs. If he didn’t remember he sure was in the mood for a refresher. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew she could be right because he drank a lot and could never hold his liquor. With the gun still pointed at Natasha he looked back at Farah and smiled. “We had fun, huh?” he asked, his youth taking over his mind.

“You were the best we ever had, baby,” Farah lied. “All we trying to do is have a little more fun before we part ways.”

“So you liked sucking my dick?” he asked Natasha, ready to have her do it again.

“Yeah, and Farah was dropping it real good on that dick. You kept talking about how wet her pussy was and everything.”

She went too far and he no longer believed shit she said. “Is that right?” He frowned.

“Yep.” He looked down and saw the Doritos bag, which held his stash, hanging open. A wave of anger washed over him and instead of releasing her hair, he gripped it tighter. With all his might, he took the butt of the gun and slammed it into her face. Natasha was part delirious as she unwillingly accepted the severe facial blow. Farah couldn’t believe what was happening and knew she needed to get the fuck out of dodge, or else she was next.