I wired bubba the money for the morphine, and let Tamia drive me to the halfway point to pick it, and Jill up. I watched Jill extremely close this time while she cut the dope. Next time I planned to do It myself. The kilo and a half of coke Ishmeel gave me this time, was raw fish scale. Just to make her feel good, I let Keisha cook up the whole brick for me. She brought back 46 ounces easy. Ten extra. The half a kilo I kept soft. I hit Keisha with four and a half ounces for three bands, and I hit Dino with 2 ounces for $500 apiece. His pay for holding down the trap. I knew he’d probably snort up half the shit, but fuck it, that’s his business. I paid him. Frank was proving that he wanted, and was ready to be Frank Money again. I hit him with half a kilo this time and told him to bring me back eighteen thousand. The nigga hugged me and damn near cried. He said out of all the niggas he’d looked out for when he was on, I was the only one who’d ever believed in him. For that he said, he would fight to the death for me. I think I believed him. He said I was his only true friend. Lex, I hit with the half a kilo for fifteen stacks, simply because those were the numbers I’d promised. If I hit him again, the numbers would have to go up. It was election time, it was a drought, and I was going against one of my own rules by being out here trapping. But I couldn’t slow down yet. Not until I knew that nigga that I’d once called my brother was crushed down to nothing. Then I’d slow down. Chief, I took the six ounces of boy just as we’d planned. He was so happy, it was just like we were kids again playing kickball. I also dropped him off twenty thousand “Black Magic” baggies. Two days later he was ready for six more ounces. I still fucked around with the niggas in The Key, although I deaded the block hustling. If I was out walking around, I didn’t have shit on me except maybe a lil tree to blow. Most of the time I’d just have a broad ride me around all day while I trapped off my phone. When I didn’t feel like being bothered, I’d simply cut my trap phone off. When I decided to cut it back on, it would come on either ringing or vibrating. The shit never stopped.
By Friday I was almost out of work and decided to finally check out the phone that Mishka had given me. Tika had been calling me at least once a day, asking me why I wouldn’t answer it. Finally, I went and got the motherfucker and turned the shit on. Ten minutes later a text message alert came across it. An offer for a dinner date. 8:00 p.m. If available. 102 Hogan Woods Circle. Come as you are. Call or text to confirm. (919) 259-4623. Chapel Hill. Hmmm… A dinner date? What the hell. You only live once, and I was curious as shit to see what this phone was about. I definitely had a clue, but was this on some ol Backpage type shit or what? I texted back and said I’d be there at eight. My Plymouth Reliant finally conked out on me. It needed a new motor. So, at 7:55 a.m. I pulled into the driveway at 102 Hogan Woods Circle in Chapel Hill, in a 2010 Ford fusion with dealer tags on it. It was one off the lot at Ishmeel’s dealership.
The house was huge! It had a pond the size of Northgate mall with ducks swimming around in it. There was a three - car garage, although a black C 350 Benz was sitting at the top of the long spiraling driveway. I sat at the bottom of the driveway for a minute, wondering if I was in the right place, until a white chic in a pink dress and heels stepped out the front door and motioned for me to drive on up. Once I go to the top she told me to come on inside, she had the table set
and dinner was ready. Oh, so we were eating here. I hoped this wasn’t some crazy white broad trying to drug a nigga through his food then tie me up and beat the shit out of me on some “Misery” type shit! Her name was Olivia. She looked to be in her early to mid- fifties and had a rock on her ring finger the size of a small car! Her hair was auburn mixed with gray. The inside of her home was immaculate! She ushered me in, asked if she could get me anything, and then led me to the dining room where a full course meal was laid out. She was actually still very attractive, and whatever type perfume she was wearing, was intoxicating. After being seated, she insisted on fixing my plate for me. Lamb chops, baked potato, sweet peas, corn and sweet bread. She piled my shit up like I was eating for three people! All the while humming some type of song. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to expect. After fixing my plate she fixed her own and sat at the opposite end of the table from me. Like husband and wife.
“So, Theodore,” she spoke my name as if she’d been knowing me since childhood. “I’ve been trying to reach you for dinner for some time now. You must be a busy man.” She smiled at me as she cut into her lamb chops.
“Uh, yes mam. Lately I’ve been kinda tied up. Business.”
“Mam? Please. Don’t insult me. Mam is for old ladies. I don’t consider myself one yet.” I was nervous for a second until I saw her smiling at me deviously. “My name is Olivia”
“Well excuse me Olivia. Young lady.” I smiled back as I followed her lead and started to eat.
“Now you’re catching on. You don’t have to be nervous Theodore. I know this is your first time and I promise to be gentle.” I looked up and that devious smile was back.
“Well thank you. That’s very considerate of you Olivia. Although I can’t promise you the same. Sometimes I can be anything but gentle.”
“Oh promises, promises. Don’t tease.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I never tease. But I always please.”
“Oooh? is that right?” Her eyes lit like glitter and I saw where this conversation was going. But damn, she was old enough to be my grandmother. Could she really still get down? “I tell you what then big mouth. Eat your dinner. Well talk when we’re done. I spent all day making this meal.”
“As you wish young lady.” She looked at me and her eyes said it all.
The food was actually delicious, and after she filled my plate again and I knocked that down too, I was full as a tick. After clearing the table, she led me to a large living room area where all the pictures on the mantle were turned around. I guess she didn’t wanna look in her husband’s face. “Would you like a drink?” She asked as she walked to a mini bar in the corner.
“You got Hennessy?”
“Of course. Single or double?”
“Triple.”
“Oooh. You trying to get wasted?”
“I might.”
“Do you smoke?”
“Only weed.”
“You got some?”
“Always.”
“Well go ahead then. Do whatever you usually do. Don’t change please. I want the real thing. Not an imitation.” She grinned as she came over to sit beside me, handing me a tall glass of Hennessey. Luckily, after some thought, I’d decided to bring along a couple Dutches and some Orange Crush Killer, the new chronic that Neese was pumping.
“You got a paper towel?” I asked Olivia after busting a blunt.
“Oh sure.” She got up and walked into the kitchen with what looked to me to be an extra swing in her hips, before returning with a paper towel. In no time at all I had the blunt rolled, lit, and was smoking it while sipping on the Cognac, when Olivia turned in her seat and faced me. “Excuse me for a second Theodore, I’ll be right back.” She patted me on the thigh before standing and leaving the room. A few minutes later the affects of the Orange Crush and Henny was starting to take its toll, when I looked up and my eyes almost jumped outta my head! Olivia walked back into the room naked as the day she was born! Except for a pair of pink six- inch high heels! It was obvious she’d had her tits done, as they stood up perky and round staring at me! Her pussy was clean shaven and had a tattoo of a small strawberry right above her clit. Her skin was tanned and smooth. She smiled at my astonishment as she strode over and stood in front of me. I can remember thinking, Is this shit for real? “I’m not embarrassing you am I Theodore?”
“No not really.” I recovered quickly. True I was shocked, but embarrassed I could never be.
“So, do you like your new job?” She asked as she eased down beside me and started to unbutton my jeans.
“I don’t know yet. Do I?” I answered as I laid my blunt in the ashtray.
“I think you will.” She smiled devilishly before licking the side of my neck causing my dick to jump to attention. “Oooh I see your neck is sensitive.” Olivia smiled that devious smile again as she tugged at my zipper. “Take these off for me.” She asked, and I went with the flow. Kicking off my Timbs and then leaning up so she could pull off my pants. “Oooh Theodore! You are a healthy boy!” She stroked my dick as it stood tall through the slit of my boxers. And then, Olivia shocked the shit outta me. Leaning over taking half of my wood into her warm wet mouth, she moaned, did something with her throat and then deep throated my shit! The first time ever, a chic was able to do that! Without choking that is! She didn’t suck though, just held it there for a moment before coming up gasping for air. Whatever trick she’d pulled, she’d obviously had to hold her breath to do it. “Oooh baby you’ve got a huge cock!” Olivia panted as she licked the head like a lollipop. “Take off these boxers so I can get a teabag.” She ordered lustfully as I leaned up so she could slide my boxers off. Leaning back on the couch she massaged her now soaking set pussy. “Come on. Bring those babies here. Give mama a teabag.” I knew exactly what she wanted as I stood up, straddled her face and dropped my nutts right into her mouth. “Mmm…! Mmmph….! Umph….!” She moaned and sucked while I dropped my ball sack in and out of her mouth.
“Not too hard.” I told her when she got just a little too excited.
“Can mama have some now baby? Huh? Can mama have some of that big black cock?” Olivia asked between licks at my balls. As worked up as she had me, there was no question that she could get fucked. I still was a little unsure though, because I knew she had to be in her fifties and I didn’t wanna break nothing. Reaching down I picked up my jeans and retrieved a Bareback condom from my pants pocket before she leaned up and grabbed it outta my hand. “Here let me do it.” She demanded while putting the condom on her tongue and rolling it down my shaft with her lips. Leaning over her, I braced myself and tried to slide in gently. Olivia wasn’t having it. Grabbing my face between both of her hands she forced me to look into her eyes as she damn near barked out her order! “Theodore! If I wanted to be tinkered with I would wait for my husband. I want and need to be fucked! Royally! Now come on! Stop playing around and fuck me! And Theodore….”
“Yeah?” I looked down into her crystal blue eyes.
“Talk down to me,” she commanded. And that’s exactly what I did. I took one leg and threw it over my right shoulder, still with high heel dangling, and dropped this dick off in her without mercy! “Ah! Yes…! Oh! Oh! Talk! Down! To! Me!”
“Shut up whore!”
“Yes!”
“Fuckin Slut!”
“Oh God! Yes! Thank You! Thank! You! Ohhhhhhhhh!”
“Trashy whore!”
“Oh God! Yes! Yes!” I fucked her like we were sixteen and ducking school. She was amazingly limber for a woman her age. I called her every name I could think of and suddenly, she was cumming!
“Filthy bitch!”
“Oh yes! Thank Yoooouuuu!” Her entire body shook and trembled underneath me, before she screamed so loud I was scared! “AAAAAAH!” I looked down and tears were running from her eyes! I jumped up assuming I’d hurt her! “What? What’s wrong?” she panted out of breath.
“You’re crying! Did I hurt you!” I stood up afraid.
“Oh, no baby. That’s just what happens when I get a good one. I haven’t had a good one in a while, but Jesus you hit all the right spots!”
“Oh damn. You scared the shit outta me!”
“I’m sorry Theodore,” she smiled while reaching out to massage my balls. “You didn’t get yours. Take that condom off so mama can straighten you out. Come on. Fuck my face.” She purred as she opened her mouth wide. I didn’t hesitate to slide my dick in it either. Olivia was a horny damn cougar! As I fucked her mouth and she tickled my balls with one hand, she was fingerfucking herself into another frenzy with her other! I don’t know who said that bullshit about a woman pussy drying up and all that, but take it from a real nigga. That is some bullshit! Olivia was wetter than Larry Bird’s jump shot! Wet! When I finally came, I felt like I was about
to lose my sight! I grabbed my dick and pumped every drop down her throat! “Mmm…Mmmph…mmmm…” Olivia moaned as she drank down my load. I damn near had to yank my dick outta her mouth! “Oooh baby you were delicious.” Olivia licked her lips.
“Well thank you. I aim to please.” I smiled as I finally regained my senses. Olivia stood up and stretched with a wide smile.
“Mmmmmm… Hold on Theodore I’ll be right back.” She’d told me before leaving and returning with a warm soapy rag, and a towel that she used to wash my dick and balls down before drying me off. “There you go baby. Wouldn’t want you walking around all sticky.” She left the room once more, and this time came back wearing a pink robe just as I was finishing getting dressed. Something was telling me she liked pink. From her robe pocket, she produced a white envelope that she placed in my hand. “Don’t open it until you’re in the car.” She said kissing me on my cheek.
“Oh yes, I almost forgot. Mishka tells me you’re a Duke fan.”
“Yeah that’s my squad.”
“Here you go.” She said handing me another envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Open it when you get to the car. Will you be free for dinner next Friday?”
“I’m not sure. But I’ll try.” I answered as I walked out the door.
“Okay baby. Please try.”
“I will.” I told her over my shoulder while stepping into the Focus. I looked up and saw that she was still watching me from the driveway, when I tore open the first envelope. Damn! I thought, as I quickly thumbed through the money. It was three thousand dollars! Along with a man’s gold ring, with so much ice in it I felt chilly! I looked up at her, and she blew me a kiss. I tore open the next envelope and she’d outdone herself. Season tickets to Duke Basketball at Cameron Indoor! Second Row! I leaned out the window and yelled, “Next Friday. 8:00 sharp!” Yeah, so I sell dick sometimes. Don’t judge me.