Sharise had not seen Tony in days. She was hurt and humiliated that he chose that bitch Paige over her. But Sharise was the payback queen. So rather than cry about it, she’d just get even. First, she met up with Bishop. She got his number from a friend and told him that she wanted to talk to him about a business proposition. He was weaker than Rodney, and she figured her way in was through him. Turns out she was right. Bishop and Rodney were brothers, and she knew that she could turn them against Tony even more. Besides, Bishop was cuter than Rodney in Sharise’s opinion, and she knew he would be ready to get some payback when it came to Tony since the beef was originally between him and Rodney. She played her cards just right and landed herself in Bishop’s bed. Then his head, making him think he was the king of the world.
“Bishop, you’re sticking this dick to me, baby. Oh my God! I’m coming again! Again!”
“Me too, baby. Me too. I’m ‘bout to bust all up in that pussy, baby,” Bishop whispered.
Sharise lifted herself up off of his dick and grabbed his nature real tight at the base.
“Sharise why did you stop? I was about to come, baby.”
“I need this shit to stay hard, Bishop. I’m still horny and want more,” Sharise said going up and down on him with her mouth and making loud noises when she pulled up off of it. She went back down like the drop from a roller coaster, deep throating him and caressing his nuts all at the same time.
“Damn, ma! You are the best. Word! I wish you were my girl. We were made for each other.”
“Climb on top of my face, Bish, and put it in my mouth.” Bishop obeyed. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s right. I love the feeling of you stretching my throat,” she said between strokes. Sharise was a top-notch freak. And that’s how she sucked Tony in. Her sex skills had gotten her through most of her life.
“Damn, Sharise! Fuck!” he said reacting to her perfected suction. They locked eyes, and Sharise stopped his stroke to run her tongue across his shaft.
“You can have it any way you want it, baby.”
Suddenly there was a sound in the house that startled them. Then the bedroom door flew open. It was Rodney.
“What the hell is going on up in here?” he said. Sharise had wrapped herself in a sheet at this point. “What’s going on?” he asked again.
“What it look like?” Sharise said sarcastically. When Rod saw the outline of her body through the sheet, his manhood instantly got hard. He wanted some of what his brother had.
“Bro, you feeling stingy, or you wanna share?” Rod asked.
“What makes you think it’s up to him?” Sharise stated matter-of-factly.
“It’s not! It depends if you wanna get freaked for real, baby.” Rodney began rubbing his crotch. Bishop laid her back and began encircling her vagina with his tongue. Sharise could not contain herself. She began moaning and making sucking sounds with her mouth. Rodney was beside himself. He came over to her and began sucking on her nipple. Sharise had never had two men at the same time. Being the freak she was, she welcomed it, having no idea she was playing with fire. In the next minute, Rodney was naked right along with his brother.
“Let me finish what I started,” she said to Bishop. Bishop had a big dick, and she assumed they both would since they were brothers. She began sucking Bishop again, and while Bishop got pleased, so did Sharise. Rodney took over where his brother left off and began licking Sharise’s clit, and then eventually put his tongue deep inside her. Her moans were relentless. And without warning, right when she was about to climax, Rodney rammed his dick inside of her. It felt so good, she didn’t stop him and make him put on a condom. She took his sick dick and grinded on it, while his brother released his juices inside her mouth.
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The three of them sat in the kitchen, all of them smoking cigarettes. Sharise was still naked, doing everything in her power to get Rodney and Bishop to play along with her antics. “So what brings you over here? You trying to make peace so we don’t kill your nigga for starting all that shit at The Pretty Avenue?”
“I’m not with Tony anymore. He’s a bitch. A wannabe. He can’t even handle the shit on his couple of blocks.”
“He looks to be handling just fine to me,” he said. Rodney wasn’t buying it. He got up from the table calmly and walked behind Sharise who was still sitting and smoking. Then he grabbed her by her throat and put her in a headlock.
“Bitch, you trying to set me up? What the fuck you really want over here? Where’s Tony. He ‘bout to try to run up in here while you got us off our square? That’s the oldest trick in the book, baby, and it ain’t happening over here,” Rod said.
“No! No!” Sharise said. She could barely talk, Rodney was squeezing her neck so tight.
“Say that again?” he said.
“I said . . . no!” He released his grip some.
“How I know you not on some bullshit.”
“I’m not. I’m not with Tony anymore. I can prove it.” This got his attention. He released her. But this time he took out a gun from the kitchen cabinet. Bishop stayed quiet.
“I am not with him. I was, but he said he wanted his baby mama back. That bitch Paige. We were all at the hospital, and he shitted on me right in front her. So fuck him.”
“Still, how do I know your ass ain’t lying?”
“Because, I know where his stash is, and I want you to rob him.”
“Why don’t you do it yourself?” he asked.
“I can’t. He would know. I want you to put a gun to my head, take me to his house, and make it look like you forced me. He has surveillance, and he’ll see you holding me at gunpoint. He won’t come for you. Tony is pussy. He’s not built for this like you.”
Rodney was a monster, and so was she, so he put his gun down. Grimy recognized grimy. He knew Sharise was his kind.
“So what’s in this stash?” he asked.
“About half a mill and two keys of dope,” she replied.
“Ewww-weee!” Bishop said.
“And what you want out of this?”
“Half.”
“You’re steep.”
“Well, how about this . . . You keep the two keys, and I get the money?” Rod shook his head thinking about the proposition.
“Sounds like a decent plan. Let me think on it,” he said. In the back of head, he thought about how dangerous a woman scorned could be. He was grateful that Von wasn’t that type of chick. She knew almost everything about him and could easily have him set up, but that wasn’t in her nature.
“Before you think on it, I need an apology. You accused me of trying to set you up. What good would that do me? I’d rather align myself with the realest nicca in the city than go against him.” Rodney liked the sound of that. And Sharise knew it. She was a master manipulator and a professional ego stroker.
“Okay, well, in that case, I apologize. But one can never be too careful these days.” Rodney was like a vampire. He bit as many people as he could and turned them into vampires too. But he was happy to meet someone like Sharise who could match his gangster. He’d heard about her in the street, but he never tried to press her. She was known for doing low-level shit. He respected her for wanting to get dirty and play in the big leagues. He was already thinking of other ways he could use her.
“Apology accepted,” she said.
“But let me warn you, I won’t hesitate to chop your head off if you cross, Sharise. So please, don’t cross me, baby girl.” Sharise knew that Rodney was serious. She’d heard stories about him. She did not want to be one of his enemies.
“I hear you, Rod. I’ll never do you dirty. That’s not my style.” But that was Rodney’s style because he’d done her dirty already, passing his sickness right into her. Dirty was just part of his game.