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  Malik nodded his head sympathetically, “That’s beautiful man. The whole neighborhood was hurt behind that shit. I’ll definitely fall through, where you having it?”

  “We throwing it over at Dizzy’s club, it starts about ten, I’ll hold a table and a bottle of Goose for you.” I offered while he pumped my chair up higher.

  Underneath the drape cloth, I pulled out my gun and let it rest on my thigh. The shop was packed- typical for a Saturday morning. One by one niggas started to talk about what happened to Flash. The shop was buzzing with rumors and speculations about the details of his murder. I just listened to the chatter with my eyes closed as Malik cut my hair. Some dude next to me finished his cut and rose from his chair, he paid the barber and dusted off his over sized white T-shirt. The young stranger put his hat on and turned to me,

  “Ay yo man; where you say that party was gonna be at?” He continued, “I didn’t know the dude personally but his girlfriend is my cousin. I’m sure she’d wanna go, she’s been struggling with his death and maybe being around his friends and family would help her deal with shit.” He said with concern in his voice.

  “Damn, small world huh? Flash told me he had a new lady but I never got a chance to meet her. Tell your cousin it’s at Dizzy’s club tonight; you know where that is?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I been there a few times, I’ll let

  her know.”

  “Tell her when she get there to mention my name and she won’t have worry ‘bout nothin’.” I instructed.

  “Aight that’s wasup man…what’s your name?”

  “Tyce.” I answered taking my hand off the hammer under the drape cloth and shaking his.

  “Curtis.”

  The stranger announced giving me dap, his iced out watch jiggled around his wrist as we went through the customary hood hand shaking motions. He passed out a few more handshakes on his way out; he paused to admire my ride and kept moving up the block disappearing from my view. I closed my eyes again letting my thoughts fast forward to tonight; I hoped this event would help people cope with Flash’s death and give his family some closure. I was surprised at the response I got. The guest list was up to about three hundred and rising by the hour. Angelique was all in when I asked her to help me plan it out. She arranged for a limo to pick up Flash’s family, I planned to order a dozen roses for all the ladies closest to him, I was happy to include his girlfriend in the plans since she was probably coming. The event company Angelique hired to handle the event was the best in the city, they planned a lot of “life celebration

  parties” so this one should be off the hook.

  I was getting dressed as the evening transformed into night. Angelique was already at the club making sure all the details got taking care of. She took the rental car and picked up a few more people on the way. About two hours later, I was on my way to the spot; Angelique called me while I was driving and told me the shit was packed with people. I got there 20 minutes after we spoke and circled the block-I parked down the street and turned my headlights off.

  Inside the club, there was a poster size portrait of Flash with thousands of red and white flowers around it. A gold treasure chest was placed in front of the shrine to collect donations from the over four hundred guests in attendance. The venue was a success and because the Nation of Islam was handling security, everyone felt safe to enjoy the party. With the function in full swing, Angelique was free to mingle a little bit. Both she and Dallas dressed to kill wearing outfits that looked like they were painted on. They worked the crowd like spokes models catching the eyes of every man there…including two men shooting pool quietly in the back of the club. The men stopped their game to gaze at the talent standing at the bar. As Angelique and Dallas turned around holding their

  freshly made martini’s the men both agreed the

  view was even better from the front.

  “That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! You see them

  bitches’ nigga?” One man shouted over the music.

  “Yeah I see em; shit every nigga in here see

  em.” The other said licking his lips.

  A young waitress passed in front of the men and was grabbed gently by the arm and given some instructions in her ear. Following the polite demands of the tall man she changed her route and headed in the direction of the bar, straight toward Angelique and Dallas. She gave a schoolgirl smile as she approached the extra sexy women. They both leaned in as the short waitress motioned for them to come a little closer to her.

  “Whatever you ladies are drinking tonight is on the house, compliments of the gentlemen in the back. All they ask in return is that you play a game of pool with them.” She said raising her eyebrows and grinning widely.

  Dallas turned toward Angelique and smiled. At the same time, they both peered toward the back of the club but couldn’t see the faces of their shy admirers in the low light.

  “Tell em we accept.” Dallas said not wanting to be rude.

  “Yes tell em we’ll be there in a sec. And since it’s their dime, order four shots of “Patron” and charge em double, you keep the change for yourself sweetie.” Angelique said finishing her drink and winking at the young lady.

  Angelique lead the way, cat walking across the

  dance floor toward the pool tables, Dallas followed behind her making her steps keep time with the beat of the music.

  “Yo nigga here they come, that shit always works!” The tall man elbowed the other man in his ribs.

  The ladies arrived at the pool table flashing million dollar smiles.

  “Yo wasup, how you ladies doin’ tonight? The shorter one asked holding his pool stick.

  “We’re fine, thanks for the invite fellas.” Dallas said shifting her weight to one foot. “This is my girl Kim and I’m Monique.”

  The two men looked at each other and grinned, “When you say your girl…do you mean your girl?” The short one quizzed sexily.

  Dallas smacked Angelique firmly on her ass. Angelique did a little dance to show her approval then retaliated by giving Dallas a slow passionate juicy kiss on her bronze painted lips. After 15 slow motion seconds the two divas finally

  unlatched their lips and took a breather.

  “I hope that answered your question but don’t get it twisted…we both love dick.” Angelique reassured.

  The young waitress arrived with four shots and passed them out. They all clinked their glasses together and toasted to meeting new friends and

  loving life.

  “So I heard you guys wanna get your asses whipped in some pool huh? Dallas flirted. She walked over and grabbed two more sticks, “You don’t need to take it easy on us either.” Angelique boasted.

  The two men ordered another round of tequila for the foursome as the tall one set up the table to begin the game. The party was jumping and overflowing with beautiful women however, none of them could compete with “Monique” and “Kim” who were dressed less to impress. A black see thru mini dress with solid black panty and bra hugged Dallas’s curvaceous body and red silk booty shorts with matching low cut blouse squeezed Angelique’s body like a boa constrictor. The shoes, earrings and bracelets all coordinated perfectly. Angelique rocked a slightly altered look sporting green contacts, a fake Marilyn Monroe beauty mark, and a honey brown cascading curly

  weave. She looked like a Brazilian bombshell.

  “Hold on Kim.” Dallas interrupted. “I don’t play with strange men. We don’t even know ya’ll names.” She said folding her arms across her chest.

  “Damn, my fault ladies, I’m TJ and this is my partner Lincoln.”

  Angelique extended her manicured hand with pink

  and white fingertips offering it to Lincoln. He gripped her hand softly inside his rough mitt. After Lincoln took the first shot to begin the game, TJ abruptly excused himself. Dallas watched him closely as his dark eyes moved through the crowded club. He disappeared into the bathroom for several minutes then stood at the bar inspecting every corner of the club and
the people congregating there. His eyes jumped from person to person, concentrating on their faces. After his inspection was complete, he returned to the table and continued entertaining the ladies. The flirting was moving at warp speed as Angelique and Dallas traded jabs and sexual innuendos with their opponents. Two games and eight drinks later everyone was feeling loose. It was obvious who was feeling who; Lincoln clearly liked Angelique and TJ was staring at Dallas so hard his pupils were dilating.

  Beginning to get a little nosey Angelique

  asked, “Are you guys from LA?”

  “Naw we from back east…where real niggas live.” Lincoln bragged.

  “Oh really, so what ya’ll doin’ on the west coast with all the fake niggas?” Angelique placed her hands on her hips.

  Exchanging a brief glance with TJ, Lincoln

  answered, “Jus’ a lil’ business.”

  Seemingly, on cue TJ left the group and headed to the restrooms. Again, he surveyed the club and then rejoined the group. He sat on the edge of the pool table and looked out into the sea of people. Dallas relocated between his open legs, blocking his view of the dance floor,

  “I hope you’re not looking out for some jealous ex or baby mama. I’m lookin’ to cute too fight tonight, I’d rather save my energy for later.” She whispered with her lips next to his earlobe.

  TJ palmed her plump ass, “It’s nuthin’ like that Monique, I’m jus’ lookin’ for somebody…but it’s definitely not a jealous bitch and I don’t have any kids.”

  Across from them Lincoln’s arms engulfed Angelique’s waist as they danced; his dick was as hard as a forehead and it kept head butting

  her in the stomach.

  “Is your friend ok? I mean, he keeps leavin’ and lookin’ around the club. Did he lose somethin’?” Angelique looked up at him.

  “Naw, we jus’ tryna mix a lil’ business with pleasure; the pleasure showed up tonight but the business didn’t. It aint nuthin’ tho; look Kim, we stayin' across town and it don’t look like we gon be workin’ tonight so-” Angelique cut him off.

  “I thought you’d never ask daddy.” She said

  relieved. “Monique baby lets go.” Angelique

  announced interrupting her deep kiss with TJ. Dallas turned around and put her ass in his lap,

  “That’s good with me, but can we jus’ hit the ladies room first?” Dallas requested girlishly.

  With their bladders about to burst the ladies switched back and forth across the dance floor toward the bathrooms. Lincoln and TJ racked the pool sticks and prepared to leave the club. They were pissed that Tyce hadn’t made an appearance tonight. Biz called them earlier in the day and said one of his boys was in the barber shop today and told him Tyce would be coming out tonight but they’d been there for four hours…guess he was wrong. The night wasn’t a total loss; at least they

  would get some much needed pussy as a consolation prize. The lights came on signaling the end of the party; while they waited on their one night stands to come out the restroom, they surveyed the crowd filled with the friends and family of Flash. The gold treasure chest was stuffed with cash, checks, and sympathy cards for Flash’s family. Everyone there was mourning and celebrating his life…everyone except Lincoln and TJ. They’d gotten as far away from the crowd as possible, preferring to hang out in the back. They didn’t give a wet fuck about Flash or his fucking family. He was a mistake, and that was all. They had to put their egos in a straight jacket to keep from grabbing the mic at the DJ stand and announcing, “WE killed his lil’ ass, and ya'll aint gonna do shit about it!!”

  Angelique and Dallas finally emerged from the bathroom and the new couples prepared to leave and regroup in the hotel room. Once outside, the cool night air attempted to sober them up a bit before they all piled in Lincoln and TJ’s newly rented “Maxima.” The music was turned up, pushing the stock speakers to their limit. TJ shared the back seat with Dallas; his fingers were inside her panties making mini circles around her clit. Her soft moans were drowned out by the loud music as she began to massage her own titties through her black bra. Lincoln’s driving duties prevented him from attacking Angelique, but unlike him, her pretty hands were free to roam. She slowly unzipped his baggie jeans and grabbed his dick like a dumbbell; squeezing it gently in her small hand. He licked his lips and leaned his seat back to give her more room to work,

  “Damn girl…you got my shit as hard as college calculus right now. I need to speed up; I can’t wait to get in that shit!” He confessed as he merged onto the highway.

  Angelique was silent and just smiled at his honesty. She released his dick and proceeded to slowly unbutton her blouse, she went braless tonight so undressing would be easy. She took off her shirt; letting her breast come out to play and lazily lit a cigarette. With the window rolled down completely and her seat slightly laid back, she rode the rest of the way topless. Lincoln drifted into the next lane as he tried to watch the show.

  “Damn nigga you aint never seen titties before!” TJ laughed behind him.

  As Lincoln straightened out and accelerated toward their destination, Angelique took a long drag from her cigarette…she looked in the side mirror of the car and smiled. 15 minutes later, they pulled up to a quiet tucked away hotel in a suburban neighborhood of Santa Monica. Lincoln parked the car in the back of the hotel and turned off the ignition. He studied her body in the darkness and imagined all the nasty things he was going to do to her. It had been weeks since he had some pussy; all the pent up stress he had from working with no results was about to be relieved by her. Kim was just what he needed to get back on track.

  “I’m jus’ a lil’ curious…are you planning on walking up to the room like that?” He asked gazing at her round titties.

  “Like what.” Angelique answered winking at

  him.

  She grabbed her small purse, cell phone and opened the door. She hopped out the car and stood up letting anyone who was up at this late hour enjoy the view. Dallas got out the backseat and joined Angelique, the two shared a girlish giggle as the cool breeze made Angelique’s nipples perk up.

  “What room ya’ll in?” Dallas asked looking at the men from across the roof of the car.

  “We upstairs on the left, room 224.” TJ said walking around to get closer to Dallas.

  Everyone walked toward the stairs together; the men purposely let the ladies go up ahead of them so they could be eye to eye with their “backyards” as they climbed the steps. This was an outside hotel only, there wasn’t a huge luxurious lobby; there door faced the parking lot and over looked the medium sized pool. The low budget room was warm and smelled like sock scented air freshener; it connected to another room to accommodate two guests. Angelique assumed this was Lincoln’s side because he’d opened the door. She looked at her new surroundings, satisfied, she headed straight for the king size bed; laying out on her back. Dallas followed her, crawled like a tiger across the flower printed comforter, and rested on top of her prey. Lincoln and TJ just stood there staring as the

  two women made themselves real comfortable.

  Angelique suddenly sat up on the bed, “Damn I forgot my shirt. Baby could you run down and grab it for me? I promise I won’t put it on til’ after we leave.” She flirted. “Plus I think I’m being held hostage now.” She said referring to Dallas who was straddling her.

  “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” Lincoln snatched the keys as he walked out the door leaving it slightly open.

  “What you standing there for baby? You need to dim these lights and bring your fine ass over here! Like my girl said earlier, we love dick and I’m sorry but I don’t have one to give her and I can’t fuck myself.” Dallas spoke to TJ as

  Angelique began to rub her round ass. TJ wasted no time; he lifted up his long shirt and pulled a silver gun from his waistband. Placing the gun on the dresser next to the TV, he quickly began to unbuckle his belt: he removed his jeans, T-shirt, and boxers. The last item to be taken off was his massive platinum and diamond chai
n, which he laid next to his gun. His body was nice, not to buff but not too skinny either. It was nicked up and scratched up with old scars and his skin could use a good moisturizer. TJ was completely naked except for his white tube socks; as he strolled over to the light switch near the door, he confidently let his erect dick swing back and forth. Once he was sure the ladies saw the package he was about to deliver; he turned off the lights…his plan was to wait for Lincoln but he couldn’t pass up the chance to be the first man in line at a pussy potluck. He was grinning with excitement and anticipation as he walked over to the bed, just as he climbed on the bed to get in on the action the door to the room violently flew open slamming into the wall. Lincoln fell through the door collapsing into a pile on the dirty carpet. TJ heard the loud boom and spun around, his instinct was to rush to the dresser to grab his gun, but it was too late,

  “DON’T MOVE NIGGA!!! A voice yelled from the darkness.

  Light all of a sudden filled the tiny room and the owner of the loud voice appeared. Tyce was standing in the doorway holding two gigantic black guns, one was pointing down at Lincoln, the other at an astonished TJ.