When they arrived back to the hotel, Kareem decided that he would share some of his secrets with his older brother. Dre marched around the room in new gear like a kid at Christmas.
“Yo, if you can stop prancing around for a moment, I can bless you with something...”
“Hold up,” Dre said, cutting him off. “I strut, not prance.”
“Prancing, strutting. Tomaytoe. Tomahtoe. The key word here is listening. Get it. Got it. Good.” After a pause, Kareem went on. “I already told you image trumps wealth, and by the way you’re”—he cleared his throat—“strutting that is evident. Doing what I do is completely responsible for the total makeover of Jean-Mary’s home. You complained that I was her favorite, so that was why I traded the Lexus for the Benz. No, I provided the cash for the down payment, and I pay the note. What I do is like taking candy from a baby, as you just saw at Saks. I use fake ID’s—I call them faces—to buy shit with check books and credit cards that belong to someone else.” Dre looked confused. Kareem continued, “Yeah your brother is up. Had you not been so wrapped in the drug game, which is bullshit by the way, you’d also be up. But make no mistake, you’re going to be.”
“So, how do I get down?”
“You don’t. You fall back and chill. Let me do this.” Kareem went to the bar and poured himself a screwdriver with extra orange juice.
“Kareem, I have the game sowed up with the Rican’s. I can make a nice profit, if I am on my own.”
“I can make that happen. Just sit back and chill for a minute, though. Just know that is a short ride. I have enough money to launch my entire line, and I am working on the advertising and manufacturing costs. You need to be securing the money to start that accounting/tax firm you wanted to do. Or have you lost that dream?”
“Naw. I still want to have a corporate chain of accounting firms and investment firms. What about McKenzey?”
“Fuck dat, clown! I already know that he is coming for us. I am a few steps ahead of him, though, and I am gonna do me. Period!”
“This is not chess.” Dre reminded his little brother.
“Oh, it is my friend. And in the end, I’ll be the one to check mate.” Kareem let that sink in and then said, “Get dressed. We have some partying to do.”
***
At the bar, Dre ordered an Incredible Hulk—a mixed drink consisting of Hypnotiq and Hennessy, with a touch of vodka— and sipped the green libation with class. Dre titled his head back and swallowed the whole glass, and then ordered a vodka and orange juice.
Dre was engrossed in the Dublin and overall LA ambiance. It was much different than Philadelphia. He stood—to roam around—and Kareem grabbed him.
Kareem warned him, “You’re a little tipsy. No cussin’. No blasphemous behavior. Be on your suave shit and the girls will flock.”
“Now, you’re telling me about women? What the fuck you know besides Toi, and she is a virgin, nigga!”
Kareem ignored that, because he had more notches on his belt than Dre could ever imagine. “Tell them you’re from Philly and show off your six-pack. They’ll want to fuck the drunken East Coast, nigga.”
Kareem had more profitable things on his mind. His priority was himself, but Dre was equally important. His brother had been beguiled by the ghetto of Philadelphia. Now was the time to move on. Together the two of them could not be stopped. Kareem relaxed at the bar, sipping Seagram’s gin. He decided to try the drink that Peety Pablo endorsed.
At two a.m., the brothers headed back to the hotel. Dre had scored a light skinned vixen named, Erin. Kareem thought that she looked better in the club. He hoped that Dre kept the room light dim like the club to augment her beauty.
***
Kareem lay in his hotel bed, ignoring Erin, whom played hard to get with Dre. Kareem could not believe the duckling played with his older brother’s emotions. Kareem could not take the lies that she spat, so he exited stage left and landed in the tub. After relaxing in the bath, he lathered his body with the hotel lotion. He was restless. After a half-hour, he exited the bathroom, but tried to back up and not be noticed. Too bad, the bathroom light announced him like a Boeing jet landing on the White House lawn. Naked and tired of Erin’s bullshit, Kareem walked out of the bathroom and hung his semi-hard dick in her face. He hated to step on his brother’s toes, but he knew what she wanted. Why else would she be in their hotel room. Non- committal sex, he thought. The best kind.
She reached out and touched his hardness. He gripped himself and slapped her lips with his dick before he grabbed the back of her head and slipped himself into her mouth. Dre realized that his little brother, “the nerd,” had stolen his bitch.
Erin wanted two dicks, so she motioned for Dre to move closer, and then reached out and pulled Dre’s dick out his boxers.
Erin had a professional head game, too. An authentic Ph.D. in brain surgery. She had taken control of the situation, like a real woman should. She pushed Kareem back onto the bed and crawled over top of him and put him back into her mouth with her ass perched in the air. Dre seized the moment to put a leash on his dick, and then slipped deep into Erin’s guts from the back. She let out a deep groan, and looked back smiling. She was a big girl. To prove it, Dre began to pound into her. He was sexually adroit and she was about to learn it.
After twenty minutes of exciting strokes, Dre sweated profusely. He dripped sweat on Erin’s lower back as another ten minutes flew by. And then, he viciously attacked Erin’s insides, she expected him to cum, and she pushed him out of her.
“Fuck me in the ass.” She begged, and Dre obliged.
“Oh, I love that,” she said, after Dre spit between her ass cheeks. When she was moist, he slid deep into her back door.
Dre controlled his rhythm, because he was already about to cum, but he didn’t want to disappoint Erin, or look like a lame to his brother. After Dre began to cum, he pulled out of her and slipped the condom off. She let Kareem pop out of her mouth and she quickly turned around and deep throated Dre. She pulled on his shaft to milk him dry. “Get that pussy,” she said to Kareem.
Kareem was impressed as Erin threw herself back on him. Again taking control, Erin pushed him back to the bed and she straddled over top of him and began to ride him.
Tough!
Express!
Leisurely!
Profound!
Crush!
Recoil!
Dre was in the background watching Kareem go to work.
He had watched Saved by the Bell’s Screech, grow up before his eyes. Kareem had slapped her ass cheeks and helped her bounce on him. He gripped up her waist and forced her to slam hard against his pelvis. She loved every moment, and let him know, by continually telling him to, “Beat that pussy up, nigga. Kill that shit.”
“You like this Philly dick, don’t you?” Kareem boasted, right before he came. He pulled out of her, and said, “Let me bust all over your face”.
She grinned. “Bust all of over this face,” she said, and lapped up every drop that escaped his dick.
Without a second thought, Erin gathered her things, dressed and left the hotel room. When the door closed behind her both brothers looked at each other and busted out in laughter. The joke was on Erin.