Chapter 9
“I’m having a really good time!” Indigo shouted over the loud music inside the club.
Some hours had passed since his lunch with his father and it was nice to have a chill, relaxed night to clear his head. He had met Indigo for dinner and then took her to Club Low to end the night with some dancing. She stood before him wearing a sleek sleeveless dress. She wore her hair in four Ghana braids and the makeup on her face was flawless. Even though he felt that she didn’t need the extra help he would be lying if he said that she hadn’t gotten a rise out of him. Especially with the way her ass sat up because of her heels. Drake’s song “Back to Back” was playing loud and clear, and the two of them were at the bar getting more shots.
“Me too,” David Jr. said. “And you looking good as hell, too.”
“Thank you for the hundredth time.” Indigo giggled and batted her long eyelashes at him.
David Jr. was happy that she had given him a second chance because it gave him a chance to redeem himself. He didn’t want her to think he was a womanizer and he also wanted to get to know her mind better. At dinner the two found out they had more in common than they thought. Both had fathers who lived the fast life and both had grown up feeling distant from them. He found out that one day she hoped to open a hospital whose purpose was to help patients with mental illnesses. He felt himself falling deeper into her charm, especially when he got to know her heart.
“Ay, man! Your dad’s club is always popping!”
Roland appeared at the bar with his date and gave his boy a handshake. When David Jr. told him that he was going out to the club that night he invited himself to tag along. He was always up for life in the fast lane.
“That nigga don’t know how to do shit if it’s small.” David Jr. grinned and motioned for the bartender to pour two more shots.
“To . . . us!” Indigo put her shot glass in the air and turned to David Jr., who grinned down at her.
“To us!”
“Y’all corny. Let’s just take this mothafuckin’ shooooot!” Roland yelled and threw his back.
The rest of them followed suit and that added to David Jr.’s buzz greatly. Indigo pressed her body to his, and put his hands on her ass. Placing her lips by his ear she whispered, “I want to feel what Sheila felt.” She leaned back so she could look lustfully up into his eyes. It was apparent that she was tipsy and that the alcohol was talking for her.
“You’re drunk,” David Jr. said but the alcohol was controlling his body. He squeezed her soft bottom and looked at her full lips. He wanted nothing more than to see what they were capable of.
“And horny,” she said, licking her lips. “What, are you worried that I won’t call you tomorrow?”
David Jr. laughed and looked at the ground before looking back into her face. “You sure you ready for all of that?”
“Take me somewhere so I can show you.”
He grabbed her hand but before walking away he nodded his head at Roland, who gave him a knowing look in return.
“I see you, boy!” Roland grinned and then turned back to his own date so that he could talk her into giving him some play.
David Jr. led Indigo through and off of the crowded dance floor. “This way,” he said, taking her toward the elevator. “Come on.”
Once inside he hit the button to close the door and then another one to stop it so that it wouldn’t go up. Indigo couldn’t wait any longer because she pushed him against the wall and placed her lips on his. Her tongue swam freely in his mouth and intertwined with his while their hands explored each other’s bodies. He placed his hand up her skirt and pulled her thong to the side, yearning to feel her wetness.
“Mmm, David Jr.,” Indigo moaned loudly when she felt his thick finger slide inside of her.
Taking charge, he flipped her around so that it was her back that was on the wall, and he dropped to his knees. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that she made him feel things that no other woman had up until that point; whatever it was he wanted to use his tongue. He rarely ever licked pussy but for her he was making an exception. He put her right leg on his shoulder and lifted her skirt up. Before she could interject his tongue was giving her clit a lashing so good that she almost asked him what she did wrong.
“Right there! Yes!” She had never had anyone give her head so good and she gripped the back of his head so that she could fuck his face. “Uh! Uh! Davidddddd! Awwwhhhh!”
He made her reach her orgasm in under five minutes and she felt her walls clenching and unclenching. When he looked up at her and read her body language, he knew what she wanted.
“You want this dick?”
She nodded her head and bit her bottom lip. When he stood up she helped him unbutton his jeans and her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw what he was working with. She stroked his shaft and used her thumb to massage the head.
“I’ll go easy,” David Jr. said, seeing her wide eyes. He put one arm around her and hoisted her up while using the other hand to position his dick to her opening. He thrust one time and had to bury his head in her neck. Her pussy was tight and felt like heaven. “You so wet, Indigo. Damn.”
Placing both hands on her round ass he pushed her into him as he pushed into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her screams fill the elevator. Their lips met again and the connection between them grew with each thrust until they both had reached their point of climax.
“I’m about to come! Ahhh! I’m about to come, David. Yessss, please don’t stop!”
David Jr. felt her begin to shake violently in his arms, and felt the warm gushiness that escaped her and flowed onto his shaft. He couldn’t hold his in any longer. He pulled out of her so that he could squirt on the wall behind her but what she did surprised him. She pulled away from him and dropped to her knees. Wrapping her lips around the head of his penis just when he started shooting, she pushed it to the back of her throat. He felt her throat working as she swallowed each drop of nut that escaped it.
“Fuck!” He threw his head back and placed a hand on his forehead as her head bobbed back and forth. “Damn, girl.”
She stood up, wiping the corners of her mouth and grinning. “You drank me. I wanted to return the favor.”
The mixture of alcohol and good sex took its toll on her because she stumbled back into the control key of the elevator. When they started to move David Jr. looked and saw that she had accidently hit the button that led to floor three. He buttoned his pants back up and helped Indigo fix her dress.
“Where are we going?” she asked nervously. “I didn’t mean to hit anything.”
“It’s cool,” David reassured her. “My dad’s office is up here. I don’t think he’s there, though. I’ll show it to you.”
He pulled her to him and gave her another kiss. He heard the doors behind him open and when he turned around the smile and the bliss that he was feeling wiped away instantly. The entire hallway leading up to his father’s office was splattered with blood.
“What the fuck?” David Jr. said and stepped cautiously off of the elevator. Indigo stepped off with him and the doors shut once again behind them.
“Da . . . David, what’s going on?” She looked wide-eyed around the hallway and put her hand to her mouth. “Is this a joke?”
“Stay right here,” David Jr. instructed and then walked slowly toward his father’s office.
It was slightly open and he knew that was sign number two that something was wrong. His father never left the door to his office open, even if he was in it. When he got to the door he pushed it open with his hand and the smell hit him first. He used a finger to flick the light switch on. What he saw when the lights illuminated the room was enough to make all of the food he’d eaten that day come up instantly. He doubled over as he vomited and dropped to his knees. When he was able to catch his breath he began yelling.
“No! No! Fuck! Fuuuuccckkkk!”
Indigo decided then that it wasn’t in her best interest to listen to what he had said about her staying where she was. She walked to where he was and put her hand to her nose when a stench so strong hit her. What she saw was something that would forever haunt her dreams. She looked inside of the office and gasped. Sitting in a chair staring directly at them was a body that had been beaten so badly that the head had been deformed. The pool of blood on the carpet under the chair was still wet and the body had been tied to the chair, forcing it to sit up. Whoever it was didn’t have a shirt on anymore and there were two visible bullet wounds in the shoulders. On the brown chest there were letters carved there, three Ds, and the first one was crossed out.
“Who is that, David Jr.?”
David Jr. didn’t answer her. With a shaky hand he reached inside of his pocket so that he could grab his phone and make a phone call. When he heard the familiar voice on the other end he took a breath before speaking.
“Day, it’s Dad,” David Jr. said into the phone. “He’s dead. King Davis is dead.”