CHAPTER 24

As he made his way over to the bed, Desiree’s exposed breasts began to perk up with anticipation of his touch. Seeing his professionally-trained body and chiseled six pack glisten from the hot shower that she always made him take before sex stimulated her. She sat on top of the sheets, butt naked, with her thick thighs spread wide open, waiting for his skilled tongue lashing.

Alex’s lengthy manhood hung as he used the towel to dry off his curly hair.

Desiree looked intoxicating as she patted the bed spot between her legs.

He dropped the towel to put on a condom. “I must admit I was a little curious as to which way our future was going when I got your message this morning to meet here before work.”

“Why, Alex? Don’t we always meet here when you want some sort of sexual favor from me?”

Alex crawled onto the bed, spread her legs even wider, and leaned over to kiss her bush. “It’s usually me calling you,” he told her before going downtown. His slippery tongue darted in and out of her pussy with ease. She scooted down some on the bed, and tried to enjoy what he had to offer.

“I—I have to be satisfied on a regular basis, too,” she explained between deep breaths. “Mmm!” she moaned as she tried to play the role of a pleased woman. But deep down, she thought, I wonder if Magic got somebody in that room?

“Aren’t you glad you called?” he asked. “You know that pleasing you is my favorite task, right?”

She arched her back and pulled her hair down as she began to overheat.

Alex was double-fucking Desiree. Working his middle finger gently inside her ass-hole, while equally thumbing her pussy, he delicately sucked on her clit.

“Mmmm!” she moaned even louder as she began to milk his mouth until it flowed down his chin.

Continuing to suck on her pussy lips as she quivered, Alex held her body down with one arm, mastering his technique until she went completely limp.

“You can stop now,” she said after a few minutes.

Alex then climbed on top of her and kissed her once before she turned her head. Positioning himself just right, he slid up inside her wetness without any assistance and began to move about slowly.

“Alex, get outta me and get dressed.”

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked, still stroking. “Talk to me.”

“Nothing,” she said and just lay there until he finished. Your fuck game is corny. That’s what’s wrong, she thought, but refused to say it out-loud.

It took him about five minutes to cum. As soon as he pulled out to replace the condom, she wrapped a towel around herself and rudely repeated her last order. “Alex, get dressed. I need some time alone.”

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I don’t feel like talking. I can’t talk to you or anybody else right now. Now, you’ve had your fun, and it was nice. But now I need you to go because I wanna be alone if you don’t mind.”

Desiree walked over to the mini-refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Pinot Nior.

“Desiree, I’m here for your every need. You know that you come first,” he pleaded while redressing.

“No, I don’t. You’re married, Alex. And I don’t think that your wife knows how you feel. So until she does, that’s where you need to be.”

He stopped buttoning up his Brioni shirt midway to address her statement. “So what are you saying?”

She tucked her braids into a bun, dropping the towel as she entered the extravagant five-piece bathroom. “I’m saying that I don’t want any company right now, so I’d appreciate it if you weren’t here when I come out of the bathtub.” She then walked inside to turn on the bath water.

“I could always stay and wash your back, oil you down, or massage your feet,” he proposed.

“I don’t need your help, Alex. I need some time alone. Can you please do me this favor?” Oh, just get the hell out! she screamed inside.

Alex walked over to the door and leaned in. Desiree was sitting on the side of the tub with her head down. He admired every fully-stacked inch of his mistress. “If it means that much to you, I’ll let myself out, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“I hope during your time alone, you think about us and not that Magic character.”

Desiree jumped up, startled. “What did you say?”

“I said, I know everything there is to know about you and your high-school fling. And I hope that he’s out of the picture now because he doesn’t deserve your time or your beauty.”

Desiree turned away and got into the steaming bubble bath.

“Alex, he never was in the picture. And to be honest, neither are you. We just satisfy each others needs from time to time.”

“I’m the one that loves you, Desiree.”

Hating that four-letter word to describe them she yelled, “Get out, Alex!”

“Kiss me first,” he proposed as he eased a little closer.

Desiree stood up and reached for the last white monogrammed Hotel Dupont cloth robe. “You know what? Just stay here, Alex. I’ll leave!”

“No, no, I’m going. I’m going right now. Just call me later,” he urged while backing away.

She just stood there until the door was closed, and she was sure that he was gone.

Five minutes later the hotel phone rang. She left a trail of suds and water as she made her way into the other room.

“Hello, hello?” Desiree could hear Alex’s voice as she sat the receiver down onto the nightstand. She straightened up her back in front of the mirror, and watched the suds run down her full-figured curves as she posed. Satisfied with her look, she put on the secondary door lock so she couldn’t be disturbed and then proudly strutted back to her awaiting bubble bath. Damn, I must be good! she thought with a smile.

Kenny patiently stood by the office window, waiting for Art to return from the bathroom. He must’ve counted at least five of the brother’s runners, make two sales a piece within a couple of minutes, not to mention at least four patrol cars either circle the block or pass through. Just as Kenny was about to leave, Art came out of the back with a green bottle of Remy, tilted. Kenny looked over his shoulder, but remained in the window, watching the movie.

Art walked over to his new Staples office supplies desk and kicked up his untied wheat Timberlands. “So, what’s up with your peoples, Kenny? I heard he had a problem paying that bill on time last week.”

“So what. He ah-ight,” Kenny shot back arrogantly.

“So you know we stop fronting lames work when they can’t produce on time, no matter who they’re cool with,” Art stated harshly.

“Yeah, well, we both know that that’s none of your concern, now don’t we?” Kenny told him as he turned around to face him. Looking into his bloodshot eyes, he instantly started thinking, I knew I should’ve brought my hammer with me. “You ever heard the saying, you just a worker, and your boss is my man’s?”

Art stared him down for a second. “Fuck you!” he jumped to his feet. “I’ll shut you down like I’m about to do your boy.”

“What the fuck is you talking about? You ain’t gonna do shit to Magic.”

“You’ll see. Just let him keep eating off of my block, cutting my flow.”

“Your block?” Kenny challenged. “Magic don’t hustle on Market Street. He’s down on Jessup. And if I’m not mistaken, he built that block back up on his own.”

“Man, he stole some of my customers. So if I was you, I’d let him know that he’s biting the hand that feeds him. And if he wants to keep eating, then he should shut down the midnight shift.”

Kenny laughed as if Art’s threats were completely empty. “Okay, what’s this really about? You still mad because Dee maced you at the party?”

Art slammed his fist down on the desk. “Man, fuck that bitch! Kenny you know that from Market down to Parkside is ours. And if you ain’t with that, then you’re against us.” he tossed the empty bottle at Kenny’s feet.

“I know you ain’t sitting here, trying to start a beef outta jealousy. You know you can’t get money and beef because the two don’t mix,” Kenny reasoned.

All amped up on the double-stack Xanax pill he had mixed in the green bottle, Art became very rowdy. “If you not feeling what I’m saying, then it’s whatever, Kenny! Tell your boy I said bring it!”

Now knowing where the situation was going, Kenny focused his eyes on Art’s hand because he was known to be trigger happy. “Art, you really don’t want to take it there. Things might not turn out the way you want’ em to.”

I wonder what type of hole this 45 will put in this nigga’s stomach? Art started asking himself before he blacked out. “We can see how it’s gonna turn out right now, pussy!” he bellowed as he held up his gun.

Deshonne didn’t make too much more on his second night down Trick City than he did on the first, so in hopes of catching an early start right after work, instead of taking the bus that would’ve taken him home down route 13 to the intersection of Memorial Drive, he took the #17 Dart bus, which rode him down the parallel street, New Castle Avenue.

Seeing the street already alive as the bus made each stop encouraged him to take a look at the scene for himself.

Deshonne wandered over to the Motel 6, where Fast-P, his only contact in the vicinity, was shacked up, hoping that he hadn’t already checked out.

As soon as he reached the second floor, a state trooper pulled onto the motel’s grounds, and paranoia overcame him.

“Please be here. I don’t feel like running from the police today,” he prayed as he knocked on door 245. “Hurry up and open the door,” he whispered to himself. He tapped on the door a little harder once he realized that the car was circling around the parking lot again.

“Who is it?” a female shouted from inside.

Confused, Deshonne looked at the door number again to make sure he was at the right room. “Um--I’mmm looking for a friend of mines. He brought me by here yesterday.” Damn, what’s dude name again? he asked himself.

“Can you hang on for a minute?”

Bitch! I got this crack on me. Hurry up! Deshonne screamed inside as beads of sweat formed on his face. He saw the curtain move, which told him that he was being looked over. But when the door didn’t open quickly he thought about the circling car, and the chance of being seen by the law. Because he didn’t want to become a familiar face to the law, he decided to turn and walk in the opposite direction, which would take him inside the three-sided structure, out of the officer’s line of sight.

Maybe he switched rooms. He thought as he made an abrupt about-face. Then the door flung wide open.

“You’re an impatient one, aren’t you?” the female said.

Deshonne turned back around at the sound of her voice, but what he saw in the doorway caught him completely off guard. His pulse increased spontaneously while the rest of his paralyzed body just melted at the beautiful sight. Instantly, he inherited two unfamiliar traits, a speech impediment and a never before case of shyness.

“Ohh, shit!” was all he could come up with. “It—It looks like you’re busy. So I think I’ll just come back la—later,” he managed to stutter out.

The female before him was every bit five foot nine, and totally naked. The first thing that he noticed was the goddess’s perfect 140-pound frame.

“Boy, if you don’t stop stuttering and come in,” she demanded as she grabbed him by the hand. “I’m not busy. I just got outta the shower, that’s all,” she informed him.

Her words brought him back from his momentary erotic fantasy. He then tried to be respectful and focus only on her face for a second.

She had the cutest little baby face, peppered with a light shade of freckles, and fire-engine red hair, cut into a ‘Bob style’, with curly layers down the back.

“You sure?”

She smiled and then waved her free hand up and down her perfected frame. “Don’t I look sure to you?”

He just smiled back and stepped in. But in the back of his mind, he said to himself, h-e-l-l yeah, as he stepped in. How lucky can I be? It has to be something wrong with this snow bunny, he wondered.

While he double-locked the door at her request, she went back to grooming herself. As she stood in front of the wide mirror, lotioning up, all he could think about was what type of noises she could make while he plunged in and out of her stringy red bush.

“You must be one of Fast-P’s nephews, huh?” she asked, bending over in an enticing, ninety-degree angle to oil up one of her long legs.

Oh, yeah, that’s old heads name, he now remembered. “Yeah, I’m Magic,” he said, introducing himself as he respectfully turned the only chair in the room towards the wall so she could get dressed without his lustful eyes drooling over every inch of her.

She slyly watched him through the mirror, lotioning even slower, just for his viewing pleasure. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you don’t like what you see,” she stated.

“Nah I—I definitely enjoy the view. Actually, probably a little more than I should. I thought the respectful thing to do would be to refrain from staring at you and turn this way,” he explained over his shoulder.

“Believe me. I don’t mind you staring, sexy. So you can turn back around because I love the attention.”

Too embarrassed to turn around because he knew that she would notice the erection bulging in his sweatpants, he stayed facing the wall. Damn, I wanna fuck you so bad. And the crazy part is, I know you know it, too. So just give me some type of signal, anything. Just say the words, please! he begged inside.

“Do you think my butt’s big enough to be in one of those Black Tail magazines?” she asked.

“Huh?” Deshonne thought he heard the question incorrectly, so he figured that that was the perfect time to turn around and get another unforgettable eyeful of her beautiful body. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I said, do you think I got a project ass?”

Bent over, with her elbows leaning on the dresser for support, she did her best interpretation of a B.E.T Uncut video vixen, each ass cheek bouncing at her command.

When he turned around to answer her question, her titties were hanging so that her nipples lay in the palm of her hands, her ass was shaking, and her prize-winning pussy was staring right at him. “Woo, most definitely!” he agreed at first. Then he thought to himself seconds later, Man, I’m corny as hell! Why I ain’t just say yeah or something? Now she probably thinks that I’m a freakball or something.

But little did he know she was thinking, I got one! She then turned around and sat solicitously on the dresser. Her left arm held up one knee, gapping her legs wide open, innocently disclosing her Apple-size joy. Lustfully, she sucked her thumb, demonstrating the techniques of her learned profession as she spoke.

I know I’m getting ready to smash now! he thought.

“Does your dick always get hard when you watch females lotion themselves?” she asked.

Deshonne bashfully looked down.” I’m sorry, but it has a mind of its own at times. I generally try not to get too excited when I’m around beautiful woman like yourself, but you know how things just happen sometimes. No disrespect intended, though.”

“None taken. Umm, Magic, right?”

“Yeah, you got it right,” he agreed as he returned her inviting smile.

“Good, cause I’m usually bad with names, Magic.”

She then walked over to the unmade full-size bed, sat right in front of Deshonne, and lifted one leg over his head slowly until the chair was between her legs.

Deshonne, in turn, followed her lead and scooted in as close as he possibly could to her.

“Listen, sexy, I’ma cut straight to the point, okay?” she said while simultaneously pulling the string on his sweatpants loose.

“Ah-ight what’s up?”

“What’s up is I don’t fuck for free. That’s first. You can stare for free. Nothing besides dildos and fingers go inside me,” she stated as she began to lay down the ground rules.

“Now, I’ll suck your dick for $250, or I’ll jerk you off for $100. And just in case you don’t have a condom, I got them, too, for $5.”

The speech she gave fucked Deshonne up completely. He stood straight up with a look of confusion on his face. Damn, I knew it had to be too good to be true. Something just had to be wrong with this bitch, huh, he said to himself. “Hold up, shorty. No disrespect, but I think it’s time for me to roll.”

She swiftly slid her hand down his pants. “Why, what’s wrong? Don’t you like what you see?”

“Yeah, but—”

“No buts, sweetie. Fast won’t be back for at least another hour. And Baby Girl promised to stay in the bathtub with her sugar daddy until I knock on the door and give them the okay. So you can just lay back and enjoy yourself.”

Politely, Deshonne pulled her hand out of his pants and stepped to the side. “Sorry, but I didn’t come here to spend money I came to make money, shorty. So please don’t get offended, but I think I have to pass this time unfortunately.”

Seeing that her plan was getting nowhere, she walked over to the dresser and opened up the top drawer. It was filled with value packs of condoms, sleazy lingerie, and erotic toys. “You can play with it if you want to,” she offered with a flirtatious wave of the huge dildo. Then, slowly, she rotated the tip of the pleasure toy along the crack of her vaginal lips, causing her dormant volcano to moisten instantly, soiling the aluminum rod as she slid it deep inside. “You should try this. It’s already wet for you,” she seductively whispered.

Deshonne could hear the slurps grow stronger. Don’t do this to me, his mind mumbled.

“You said you came to off some rocks, right?”

“Yeah, me and Uncle P worked out something yesterday.”

“Okay, then. Just give me five rocks and lose the pants, sexy. I’ll take care of the rest later, I promise.”

Aw, man. She’s a fiend, too. I don’t believe this shit! he cried out inside. “Hold up. You get high?” he asked to clarify her previous statement.

“As long as it ain’t garbage, I do,” she boldly answered.

“Stop playing. You look younger than me. How old are you, shorty?” he asked, still in denial.

“If you must know, I’m 21. And you can stop calling me shorty if you not spending because my name is Apple.”

“Damn, you look good as shit for a smoker.”

“Yeah, well, you look too educated to be a petty drug dealer. But you don’t see me complaining, do you?”

Opening her mouth wide enough to insert the dildo, she deep-throated the toy slowly. Then, as if she were licking a lollipop, she slipped out her tongue to taste her own juices as she twirled the toy around. “Do you want me to suck your dick or what?” she bravely repeated.

“Nah, I’m not here for that type of business. We on two totally different types of time right now.”

“I don’t know about you, but I always find time to mix business with pleasure,” she said while stimulating her dime-size pink nipples with the same toy. “I’ll even make a deal with you, Magic. I bet I can make you cum in under five minutes, or the blow job is free of charge.”

Her movements and words were so heavenly that it hurt him to say no, but he held his ground. “I’ll pass,” he declined with a grimace. “But I must say, I love your persistence. It reminds me of myself a little.”

Apple reached for the bottom drawer and pulled out her cracked-up glass stem, a couple of Bic lighters, a bent half hanger, and a burnt spoon. “Well, good. Since you turned my persistent ass down, can I at least get a tester so I know what you’re working with? Because? Tranz is stingy.”

“Who?” Deshonne asked as if he misheard the name.

“Oh, nobody important. Just some dude in the bathroom with Baby Girl. He thinks he’s more than just her sugar daddy because she fucks him real good. So he don’t share with nobody else but her because he’s always got his raggedy little dick stuck up in her somewhere.”

Deshonne started to walk towards the bathroom door. “Did you just say that Tranz is in the bathroom?”

She put her hands around his neck, gently pressing her favorite assets up against his chest. Ignoring his question, she asked “So what about my tester? Because I know that Fast had to already had to tell you that you would be in good hands with me. As long as I’m here, you’re in the right place at the right time to get money, sweetie.”

“Man, I don’t know about that,” he said as if he had to think about it first.

“I’m telling you. No bitch, white or black, walking the Ave., can get you more money than I can.”

“Word! So how you gonna act, then?” he asked.

Apple stepped back and, held out her hand. “You keep me high, and I’ll make sure that your pockets always stay as fat as that dick of yours. Deal?”

“Deal.”