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  He gave her a look that lasted a second to long and

  left the kitchen. Angelique took another sip of her beer and sighed. She felt safe, and that felt good.

  Omar

  After Angelique left, Omar was hoping he and Tasha could pick up where they left off before the interruption but Tasha had other plans, she crossed her arms and put a screwed up look on her face.

  “Who tha fuck is that and why do she know where we stay!” She snapped.

  “Ay check this out she aint nobody, why we can’t finish enjoying the rest of our evening?

  “Oh what the fuck nigga, you jus’ gonna ignore my questions and think it’s all good! I don’t know what kind of bitch you take me for!”

  “Shut the fuck up!” Omar interrupted. “I don’t know who you think you talkin’ to, but you better find your memory and check your tone!”

  That said he got out the hot tub and went to the bathroom. Freshly showered and dressed Omar headed for the door passing a pissed off Tasha who was sitting on the couch.

  “Where you goin'?” She asked irritated.

  “Away from yo muthafuckin’ ass.” He spat grabbing his keys and slamming the front door.

  Tasha sat quietly and chewed her bottom lip in

  anger.

  “Did he really jus’ walk outta here like that over that fake “Meagan Good” lookin' ass bitch for real!? Hmmmm...It aint nothin' I'ma pop this x pill and get myself right tonight” She thought as she scrolled thru the contact list on her phone.

  Her acrylic nails landed on the number she was looking for and tapped the call button.

  “Shit any nigga would do, a bitch jus’ need some attention...and maybe some dick.” She said out loud.

  "Hello." a man answered.

  "Hey sexy, this Tasha." She replied casually.

  "Long time no hear from." He said irritated.

  "Don't be like that baby...I gotta leave you to be missed."

  "Yeah whateva...what you want?"

  "You."

  The phone went silent as the voice pondered the answer.

  "I want a little conversation and a whole lotta dick...can you help me out?" She asked bluntly.

  Remembering the way she sucked his dick upside down and squeezed his joint with just the right amount of pressure, made him stiffen instantly.

  "I'll be home in an hour." He said defeated and

  hung up.Tasha poured a shot of vodka and swallowed an X- pill called the smurf berry and headed for her closet. Her girlfriend told her they were the shit, and she hoped she was right ‘cuz she needed to roll hard tonight.

  Mission accomplished. Fuck Omar...at least for now.

  Tasha

  Ace sat in his leather recliner enjoying the show and loving how the red light highlighted her body. With low eyes, he focused on Tasha’s ass as she swayed back and forth to the beat. She had the kind of body that demanded attention. Anything she wore couldn’t hide her gifts and Tasha never wore much. He’d been fucking with her for about a year now and she still excited and surprised him. Tasha peeled her fitted dress off like a banana, revealing her turquoise bra and matching G-string.

  She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra that held her cantaloupe sized breasts in place. She walked over to Ace and put her knees on the arms of the huge lazy boy. The width of the chair made her thighs spread leaving her pussy wide open floating over his abdomen. He took full advantage of the view as her titties grazed the top of his curly head. She reached between his legs and pressed down hard on his big dick. As Ace’s eyes rolled back into his head, he gave a soothed and refreshed ummm to his seducer.

  “Are you ready?” she asked coyly.

  “Girl you know I’m always ready for some of you.”

  Tasha leaned backwards like she was doing a back bend and did a perfect flip landing with her knees on the ground and her face in Ace’s lap. She unzipped his jeans and fished for his dick, she had no trouble finding it ‘cuz he always went commando. Her hands embraced his stiff manhood and she took him into her mouth slow and hard. As his body began to tingle and fall victim to the tricks of her tongue he uttered, “Damn girl ya head game is on point.” Once Tasha was sure he was ready to explode, she stopped and stood in front of him. She bent down and removed her G-string, placing it over his head and letting it rest on his neck like a chain. The effect of the ecstasy she took was beginning to kick in making her temperature slightly elevated and her sexual desire hit its peak. With a swift hop, she was on Ace’s lap. Her right hand slid his tool into the opening of her tight and warm juice box. Tasha grabbed the G-string she’d placed around his neck as if it were a pair of reigns and began to ride him like his name was silver. She dragged her pussy along his flat stomach then back down on his dick over and over again. Ace pressed her titties together so he could suck both nipples at the same time. He thrust his rock hard dick inside her and tightened every muscle in his body so he could stay there; he wanted her to feel every pulsing inch of him. A piece of paper couldn’t fit between them as his dick disappeared in her pussy. Tasha responded to his generosity and grinded her hips faster and faster as her slippery pussy lips gripped the base of his dick. She put her hips in fifth gear and road him like a jockey coming down the home stretch in the “Kentucky Derby!” In unison, they both moaned loudly in passion. Tasha knew how to work her hips to find her own divine pleasure. Not that Ace didn’t know how to handle his business but Tasha was all about making herself feel good right now. She began to tighten the muscles in her core abusing an unprepared Ace. It drove him crazy…he rose to his feet with Tasha still grinding into him. He snaked his arms under her ass and up her back gripping her at the base of her neck. Her calves elevated to his broad shoulders and she crossed her ankles behind his head. Tasha let her body do the talking, without saying a word she told him, “gimme’ what u got” He bit down on the inside of his jaws as he began to punish Tasha. Ace thrust his dick in and out of her pussy, drilling her like an oil pump in Texas. He pumped her faster and faster as he felt the pressure of his fluid surge up his shaft. As Ace and Tasha both gave into their climactic release, he began to ease up the grip he had on her neck. He placed Tasha back on her feet, gave her a kiss on the lips, and told her with his eyes she was the best.

  Out of breath, Tasha stretched out on the suede sofa and lit a cigarette. The ecstasy enhanced her craving for nicotine and made her extra horny all over again. She was rollin’ hard now, her girlfriend was right, these smurf berries were the shit. She slowly exhaled the smoke and put her right leg on the top of the couch. She used her fingertips and began strumming her clit like a guitar as she gave Ace another order.

  “Daddy come here and lick my sweet pussy.”

  His dick had fallen asleep but it was wide-awake now as he took in the sexy masturbation scene. He fell to his knees and crawled the ten feet it took to reach Tasha’s wet center. The hair around her edges was starting to curl up from the beads of sweat on her forehead. She had a first class weave equipped with black Indian style hair so it still looked good. Tasha adjusted her hips and took another drag of her cigarette; she exhaled smoothly and prepared herself for a bumpy round two.

  Angelique

  When Angelique woke up after a sound night of sleep in Tyce’s guest room, she had the appetite of a lioness. She hopped out of bed and walked down the long corridor leading to the master bedroom. As she looked at the walls she decided while Tyce had great taste she could tell his home lacked the touch of a real woman. When she reached his door, she knocked softly but got no response. She knocked again and still no answer, her patience switched off and curiosity came on as she grabbed the doorknob. The door opened swift and quiet. She gazed across the room…so simple but so elegant at the same time. The oversized room contained a larger than life bed with steps to lead you up to what seemed like a stage covered in cranberry and gold linens. The massive cherry wood posts that were as thick as her thighs took her mind on a brief erotic vacation.

  “What up?”
Tyce called to her.

  She was so caught up in her erotic thoughts she didn’t notice Tyce was awake and staring at her.

  “My bad.” She responded. “Didn’t mean to wake you up or scare you. I knocked but you didn’t answer.” She explained. “I jus’ wanted to know if you were hungry, I was gonna make some breakfast.”

  “No…but thanks I gotta get outta here.” He said hopping out of the bed walking toward the master bath.

  “Aight” She said a little disappointed.

  She exited the master bedroom closing the door behind her. As she walked, back down the corridor she remembered the image that she knew would forever be etched in her memory. Yummy…she thought, she’d witnessed Tyce shirtless and each and every muscle in his chest made her want to lick him like a “Dove Bar.” The tattoo that spread across his upper back spelled his name in letters the size of black licorice sticks. The way his basketball shorts strained to imprison his manhood at a full morning attention made her want to put her own hand to her forehead and salute! His swag was the perfect balance between sophistication and gangsta. She found her way to the kitchen and tried to find something she wanted to eat. Tyce cut thru the kitchen moments later to grab some “Gatorade.”

  “Hey I gotta run to make you down to roll?”

  “Sure she responded jus’ let me grab my purse from upstairs and I’ll meet you in the car.”

  Angelique did a five-minute makeover and

  hurried to the car. She hopped in and had one

  small request. “Hey I know you gotta be somewhere but can we stop at somebody’s drive thru cause I’m starving?”

  “Yeah girl.” He chuckled back.

  After stopping at “Popeye’s” the two were on their way. Angelique knew better than to ask where they were going, she knew everything Tyce did was calculated and anything he invited her in on would make sense later. She just sat there and enjoyed the fried chicken, red beans and rice, biscuit, and strawberry soda. After a 30 minute ride on the freeway, they pulled up to a not so modest house in “Baldwin Hills.” Angelique paid attention to everything address, street, house color…it was just what she did. Tyce noticed her concentration,

  “You comin’?” He asked”

  “Yep.” She answered grabbing the door handle.

  They walked up the tiki torch lighted driveway to grand French glass doors. Angelique was impressed even though she didn’t know what to expect. Tyce rang the bell, when the door opened there stood a tall sun kissed tan colored woman. As they entered, Tyce introduced the woman to

  Angelique as Simone. After the introductions Simone gave Tyce one of those too long and too tight for them to just be homie hugs. Surprisingly it made Angelique a little uncomfortable. She studied Simone and it made her feel uneasy, she couldn’t find one flaw. Simone was a bad chick and even Angelique couldn’t deny her that. She had the perfect tall chick shape. She was curvy like a belly dancer, no stomach at all and enough ass to give Trina a run for her money. The ends of her hair brushed across the top of her ass. Her grey eyes were very seductive and shaped like tiny footballs. Her whole look was something straight out of Puerto Rican pride fest. She even had that Spanish accent that drove men crazy. Even her outfit was in good taste, she had on maroon stilettos, matching leather booty shorts and a cream tank top. Very fly, even though it was obvious she was just lounging around the crib…a woman after Angelique’s own heart she noted.

  As Simone and Tyce talked, Angelique remained quiet and took notice of the way the house was laid out. From where she stood, she could see this woman took pride in her home and the things she bought to furnish it. After about five minutes, Simone handed Tyce a manila envelope. He thanked her and in return gave her a thick white envelope. They exchanged familiar looks before Tyce turned back towards the door. Angelique said nice to meet you; shook her hand and they were back in the car. Angelique gazed out the window trying to figure out who this Simone chic really was. She didn’t like her. It could have been a little jealousy on her part ‘cuz from their body language she could tell there was something more between the two of them. However, she was much more woman than that…it was just something that rubbed her the wrong way about this chic. What Angelique didn’t know was that Tyce was taking mental notes as well. He liked the way Angelique handled herself around other women. She wasn’t the least bit intimidated and exuded a confidence that turned him on. Also, the fact she didn’t speak unless spoken to while he handled his business with Simone was something he added to his mental rolodex. So he decided to test her.

  “Hey what you over there thinkin’ ‘bout?”

  “Nothin’ jus’ enjoying the scenery.”

  “No questions?” He inquired.

  “Naw, I’m sure if there’s somethin’ I need to know you’ll tell me.” She answered still gazing out the window.

  Tyce left the conversation right there. He respected her to the fullest. She was beautiful, intelligent and she knew how to play her position.

  Back to Bizness

  Biz sat in the back of his “Bentley” as Bruce drove through the city. His frustration and anger was growing by the second. His people were searching for Tyce and Angelique, but they were nowhere to be found. He was certain they were together, Biz always suspected her of having a little candle lit for him. That's the reason he kept her on such a short leash. All he wanted to do was talk to Angelique. He just wanted the chance to ask her why she stole from him, and then stab her two hundred thousand times! One for every dollar she stole. Tyce became the most wanted man on Biz's list after he disobeyed him. The two of them murdered the deal he'd been working on for months in one night! After Angelique sliced Marcus up and the parting gifts were delayed, the men's confidence in Biz went south. Orlando and Marcus thought he was soft and losing control of his squad. They backed out the deal and returned to Washington, taking his coke and their two million dollars with them. Marcus vowed to murder Angelique if he ever found her. Looking back on things, he should of gave the greedy niggas his coke in the first place, at least it woulda been on time. Instead, he relied on third party contributions. However, Biz was greedy himself and hated giving away his product for free, he'd rather steal some other niggas shit and pass it on. Biz gave strict orders to bring Angelique back alive and kicking. He loved the fiery blood that ran through her veins but he was looking forward to watching it drain out of her bleeding body. Tyce was being set up on a hot date that would blow his fucking mind; he just didn't know it yet. Bruce turned a final corner and pulled up in front of a battered apartment building. He blinked the headlights and two men appeared from the shadows. They walked over to the car and got in.

  "Don't slam my fuckin’ door nigga!" Biz shouted.

  "My fault man." One apologized.

  After apologizing the man opened the passenger door wider and slammed it shut again, rocking the luxury car. The disrespectful man then turned his attention to Bruce, who started to say something.

  "What nigga!" What you gonna do? I'll fuck yo big ass up! He challenged.

  The second man sitting in the back pointed a chrome gun at Biz and spoke slowly.

  "Now Mr. Biz, we don't enjoy being yelled at. Now we understand you're big shit in California but were from Detroit. Now in Detroit, no one's heard of you. Now in California, you still managed to hear about us. So, don't make the deadly mistake of thinkin’ we pussy's...’cuz you'll be the one bleedin' for a week."

  Saving the fight for another day, Biz calmed down. He instructed his driver to do the same. He liked the style of the two men, and they came highly recommended.

  "Look, let’s cut the bullshit. Two bitches: ones a man, the others a girl. I want the girl alive and the nigga dead. Now can you Detroit niggas handle that?" Biz questioned.

  "Indeed." The man holding the gun responded. "We need pictures and any info you have on em. We also need half now."

  Biz told the man in the front seat to open the glove box and get the key inside, two photographs of Tyce and Angelique we
re there.

  "Since you got so much energy, run upstairs to apartment number 36 and open the door. The money's in a black duffle bag inside the freezer. Call my private line when you find em. Now, get out and don't slam my door." He said

  smoothly.

  The two murderers got out the car and disappeared

  into the darkness.

  "Detroit my ass!" Biz laughed to himself. "Let's get the hell outta here Bruce, I'm hungry."

  The black “Bentley” silently pulled away from the curb and slid down the street. After entering the apartment and finding the money, Lincoln and TJ began to outline the plan.

  “First we gotta hit the streets and find this cat, with the info we got it shouldn’t be hard. How many niggas gotta a chameleon painted Range in this town? You know he’ll be strapped of course but we jus’ gotta catch him slippin'. We’ll body his ass right quick…then find that bucket head bitch he want us to chase down. I don’t know what she did to tha nigga but personally…she could get tha business!” Lincoln confessed.