TRI-SEXUAL (7 page)

There was $500,000 in cash, jewelry, and something she didn’t expect to find. She found a damn pregnancy test. She pulled the test out of the safe and turned it around to see the results. They were positive. Her emotions immediately switched from sad and depressed to rage. Finding that positive pregnancy test provided her with the closure she needed. It reminded her of their secret love affair.

She felt a weight being lifted off of her shoulders. She emptied the safe and put $400,000 and the jewelry in the trunk of her car. She tossed all of her pictures, clothes, and shoes in boxes. Twan and the other guys loaded the things up in the trunk and took them to the storage. She felt so much better knowing the truth instead of living a lie.

Once Twan made it back to the house she was in the guest bedroom sleeping. She had taken a shower and laid her mind to rest. Twan rang the doorbell awaking her from her sweet dreams. She slowly picked her body up from the bed to answer the door. When she opened the door all she was wearing was her robe.

“Hey” she said wiping the mucus out of her eyes. She then turned to walk back into the bedroom. “Do you mind if I lay with you?” He asked. “I guess not” she responded. She crawled underneath the covers and said goodnight. Twan scooted up behind her and placed his fully exposed erect penis on her ass. As soon as she felt it she jumped out of the bed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Twan?” she said with anger.

“I was hoping maybe we could try to make things happen between you and me” Twan said boldly. “Twan look I got love for you as a brother, but I like women. I’m a lesbian! I don’t like dick. Look its $100,000 cash in a bag on the couch. It’s yours. I don’t want this crush you have on me to ruin our friendship. I want you to be that brother to me that I need. You’re all I have left” she said crying.

“Alright Shorty” he said in a disappointed voice. She walked up to him giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He turned around with shattered dreams and slept out on the couch. Twan thought with Dru and Nore out of the equation she would give him a chance, but boy was he wrong.

Dru and Nore had called a meeting between the three of them. They wanted to let Twan know that Nore was getting out of the game. That was going to make him and Dru the two top dawgs. Nore and Dru waited at the trap house for Twan to arrive to give him the good news. When Twan arrived they said “It’s about time nigga what took you so long?”

Their eyes lit up when they saw what he was holding. He was toting an AK-47. Before they were able to react he let off multiple rounds. He sprayed the entire room with bullets shooting them in the face, head, and chest. He was aiming to kill. Once he executed his mission he heard police sirens and fled the scene. With him being the only man left standing he clenched the number one spot on the streets.

He was now the head honcho, but his plan with his main objective failed severely. He had done them dirty, but he felt like they deserved it after what they did to Kay. He didn’t trust them anymore. He didn’t know what they were capable of after they betrayed Kay. If they could do that to the most important person to them that made him wonder what they could do to him. His chances at being with, Kay was zero. He struck out in that field, but hit a homerun in the game.

Kay went Downtown to her Boutique to check on things. Payton had done a good job with the inventory and managing the operation in her absence. During her tragedy she had totally neglected her business but it was left in good hands. That showed her that Payton was capable and trustworthy. She let her know she was going to put her house up for sale. She was moving to California.

Payton’s hard work had finally paid off. Kay told her she was leaving her in charge. She was going to be flying down frequently to check on things. Kay also told her that for now she was just going back up for a week. She needed a vacation after all of the current events that had taken place. She told her that she would be back to take care of all the special orders.

Kay booked a first class flight to California. She had been ignoring Tiree for weeks. After all that she had been through she was in dire need of some tender loving care. She hoped that Tiree hadn’t forgotten about her. After all the unreturned phone calls and failed attempts of contacting her she just gave up. She planned on looking for her a new home. With both of the houses being prime real estate she knew it wouldn’t be hard to sell them.

She just needed to get away from her previous life and move forward. She took a cab to Tiree’s house. She didn’t call to inform her that she was on her way. She was afraid that she might tell her not to come. She paid the cab driver and told him to wait until she got inside before pulling off. She walked up to the door nervous and anxious. She rang the doorbell with hopes of her being home and alone.

After standing at the door waiting for a little over five minutes, she turned around to walk back to her cab feeling disappointed. She stopped as she heard the sound of locks turning and the door opening behind her. Tiree stood there with her locks flowing down her back. She was wearing a wife beater, Gucci shorts, and Gucci flip flops. “Damn” Kay said to herself she looks even better than I remember.

They both stared in each other’s eyes without saying a word. “Well aren’t you going to invite me in?” Kay asked breaking the silence between them. Tiree moved over to the side creating space for her to walk in. She walked into the house and Tiree closed the door behind her. “We need to talk” Kay said. They walked outside to Tiree’s tinted screened in patio overlooking the beach. They sat side by side in the lounge chairs. They listened to the sound of the water beat against the shore and watched the moon lit sky above their head.

“First of all let me apologize for ignoring you. It’s just that so much has happened in my life within this short period of time” said Kay. Tears started rolling down her face as she struggled to speak of the tragedy. Tiree consoled her holding her tight in her arms. “Take your time” she said. Kay explained to her the entire situation. All Tiree had to say was “I would’ve been there for you if you would’ve let me.”

Tiree licked her sweet tears as she provided her with an ear and a shoulder to lean on. Kay told her about her plans to relocate up there. She asked if she would help her find a house. “You’re more than welcome to make a home right here with me” Tiree offered. Kay felt so at home in her arms, but wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment so soon. Tiree was everything she wanted and needed in a woman. She was almost perfect.

Kay turned over to Tiree and thanked her for being such a good friend. She was one in a million and she really appreciated her. She only wished that she could show her some gratitude and be the same thing in return. They shared a magical kiss that lead to undressing and making love underneath the moonlight. Moaning in ecstasy Kay said to herself damn she’s perfect. I just hope she doesn’t end up being just another dick dyke.

Diva Bitch

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uincy Owens was my given name, but now I go by Quisha or Queen. I love dick more than the average woman. I’m more than your typical transvestite. I’m a true Diva. My dick is long and fat, but the breasts and the ass are the real treat. Men always fall into my trap of sex, money, lies, and deceit one victim after another. Mike was one of them.

He was the neighborhood dope man. He was all into perception, but let me be the first to tell you that shit is not always what it seems. There is a secret society world out there of down low brothers. I’m looking to convert them all over as president of recruiting. I pulled up to a high profile photo shoot for one of the top Hip-Hop magazines in the country. I walked into the room as the main attraction as usual.

I am often referred to as the Buffy the Body of this industry. When I came around I was sure to bring crowds. Everything I touched was that much better just because I was a part of it. I stepped out on the set and although I have done many Videos, Magazine spreads, and Calendars, they still couldn’t believe I was this fine in person. My soft, silky, smooth butternut complexion, thick thighs, full lips, super fat ass, and not a single blemish or flaw made me every man’s dream girl.

I didn’t need any makeup, but I guess it enhanced what was already perfect. They had my hair flawless. With no extensions my hair was a natural deep wave. The length was 14inches and the color was number one.

I was posing on a motorcycle with my ass being squeezed into a little sexy two-piece. Water was being poured all over my body. Hot I know right. Mike came through to the shoot that day. He was there to get some groupies to accompany him out to a big event that was going on later that night. He was so damn sexy. His swagger was on another level that most niggas weren’t on.

I was looking at him out of the corner of my eye while the photographer took pictures of me seducing the camera. He was standing there with his sea sick waves, deep chocolate skin, and tall muscular frame. He was looking good enough to eat. He was sweating me hard. He was real confident and arrogant. I don’t stand a chance against a sexy, conceited man. I was weak in the knees and powerless. That was a super bitch kryptonite.

After I was a wrap at the shoot he stepped to me. I was wrapping myself up in a robe and he flat out told me he wanted me. I had my own connections. I didn’t need to be his sidekick, but I did want to get close to that dick. I didn’t have a person of significance so he became my point of interest. I was his trophy bitch, but of course I wasn’t the only bitch on his team. I was just the franchise player the MVP.

Being a Celebrity dope man it was only right that he kept a line-up of fives and dimes. I was his Picasso he didn’t scratch his Picasso nor did he fuck me. He let his Benjamin Franklin’s fuck me, but after a while even they started to bore me. I got in the game for the dick not the money.

Mike paid the cost for me to put up this front. He portrayed this image of being some sort of man whore that fucked a different bitch every night. He would fuck them, but after that was over they were sent packing. That’s why he kept me around for so long without touching me. I would’ve been the same way had I not came along and changed the game.

Mike, some other unimportant bitches that didn’t matter, and I were at the club having a normal night of the same old shit partying, drugs, and drinking. Nigga’s in all 50 states gave him mad respect in the streets, clubs or wherever. That was partly because he had a bitch like me on his arm. Of course I have to take some of the credit. He must have figured he had to keep me around if I was bringing him in respect like that, I was an asset.

Mike made me his main lady so to speak. I was everywhere on every scene. Clubbing, shopping, the houses, the cars, all that and he wasn’t giving up the dick. I was his eye candy for six months, but I was up for the challenge. I was prepared to wait and the longer I waited the more I wanted that shit. I could have easily found me a homosexual, but that takes the thrill out of it.

I can’t help it. I just have a thing for thugs. It’s something about that gangsta mentality and that swag that just does something to me. I’m in love with that hood dick. The gutta, grimy, hustle the hard way bad boy attitude just turns me the fuck on. It’s something about taking a bitch husband or fucking somebody daddy that sends chills up and down my spine.

I had waited long enough so I said fuck this, I was about to make my move. We were in the hummer limo coming back from a jump off Super Bowl party hosted by some of his NFL friends. I was sitting beside him while all the other bitches were yipping and yapping about all the Celebrities that were up in the spot. I knew all those motherfuckers already. Those hoes were so many steps behind me. They were graveling all over them boosting their ego. I just ignored them fuckers making them feel real small like shit in the park.

While they were occupied I used that to my advantage and went in for the kill. You never take your focus off of the main target. Mike had been popping Ecstasy pills and drinking heavy so I knew his ass was horny. He wasn’t about to fuck none of those hoes tonight. I had put in too much time. I was about to get what was owed to me. I happened to see a lot of hoes come and go, but now it was my time to get some of that dick. I had begun to size him up and down stalking my prey before the attack.

He had his head leaned back resting it on the seat. I replaced my small tongue ring with my vibrating one while no one noticed. I proceeded to unzip his pants with my teeth using my strong tongue and lips to pull out his manhood. Mike looked down on me shocked at what I had just done. So were the amateur bitches watching my every move.

I just continued to do my thing. I hope they were taking notes. Once I got it completely out and into my mouth it stiffened instantly. It was so hard it could cut glass, wood, or metal in half. His dick was thick and luscious everything I imagined it being and more. I maneuvered my tongue and head up and down his shaft with no hands showing off just one of my many talents.

He grabbed the back of my neck with so much force it scared me. I thought he was going to say “Bitch get off my dick”, but instead he just moaned “Oh shit…damn…” Once I was sure he was enjoying it I was able to get comfortable and bring it. I held a tight grip lock with my lips, while my tongue worked its own technique on it inside my mouth. I made sure that his dick touched the back of my throat. No gag reflexes and no tonsils made it possible for me to almost swallow the dick whole.