Deception's Playground (2 page)

I gave them both dap
and was about to head out the door when Duece stopped me.

“Aw yeah, cuzz, Sonya
called and said she ain’t talk to you all day. She want you to call.”

“A’ight,” I said simply
and left.

I got in the Yukon and
dipped off.

Damn, she gon’ be hot
,
I thought to myself. I turned my
Ron Isley
CD up and headed to my woman’s
house.

***

I met Sonya two years after I got out of
prison. Duece made that happen. He told me he met Sonya at June-Teenth about a
year before I got out of prison. Duece told me he used to dig her but she only
liked him as a friend. So they were just cool. I didn’t want to fuck with her
at first. I thought she was the typical chick from the hood, trying to get on
any nigga that’s winning.

But after she and her
best friend, Nicole, and a couple of their homegirls came out to kick it with
us a few times, I started digging her. Nicole was digging a nigga, but she had
all body, no brains. Sonya was the total package—intelligent, sexy, bad body,
the whole nine.

My kind of bitch
.

I pulled up to her spot
in Grandview, Missouri, about fifteen to twenty minutes away from Belton. 
I parked in her driveway behind her new-booty Monte Carlo. Grabbing my backpack
out the backseat, I got out and headed to the front door.

I should have put the
yandy in the stash spot
. Fuckin’ rushing
.

My phone rang and I
picked up.

“Spade, I been at this
room waiting for almost two hours,” an upset Maria said.

“Baby, I’m bustin’ this
move and then I’m on my way,” I lied.

“Hurry, papi. My pussy
is so wet right now,
mmm
,” she purred. “I want you, Daddy.”

“Keep it wet for me,
baby. In a minute.”

I used my key to enter
the townhouse. I noticed an angry Sonya sitting on her sofa, leg bouncing over
the other.

“What’s good, baby?” I
walked over to her to give her a kiss.

“Where you been,
Spade?” she asked while our lips were still touching.

“I been doin’ my
two-step.” I was standing over her. “You know how intense my schedule is.”

“I bet you made time
for that bitch,” she fished.

“You the only bitch in
my life,” I joked. She laughed a little.

“I know you be busy,
but can’t you at least call?”

“I hit yo phone but got
the voicemail, baby,” I lied.

“So why you didn’t call
back?”

“We gon’ have this
conversation all night?”

She got up off her sofa
with a frustrated look on her face and stomped her way to the kitchen—after she
pushed me out the way, of course. I headed upstairs to one of the extra bedrooms
that I used for one of my offices. I took the bricks out the backpack and
placed them in my small safe behind the bookshelf.

I knew two of them
would be gone the next morning. The other three would disappear two days later.
I sold my bricks like I got them—bricks. No need to bust them down and zip them
out. I got them for ten grand, sold them for eighteen. Easy flip.

My phone went off
again.

“Yeah?” I answered.

“Spade, what’s good,
young man?” OG Casa said. He was from my set. He watched me grow up, always hit
me with words of wisdom every time I lent my ear to him.

Aside from him being an
old school playa, real slick nigga with the women, he was one of the smartest
men I knew.

“OG Casa, what’s the
deal?” I said back.

“Ah, man, I’m down here
in the ATL right now, shoppin’ for real estate wit’ a lady friend,” he said.
“Listen. I know you go yo underworld thang goin’, and that’s coo’. But don’t
forget about that lil’ vacation you was on. You been out for about five years
and you’re livin’ well. But you’re not bein’ smart wit’ yo money. You gotta—”

I interrupted him. “You
know I’m ‘bout to start my entertainment company.”

“About to start it
ain’t good enough, nephew. Legitimize yo hustle, baby.”

He hung up on me.

I hated when that nigga
did that.

I went back downstairs
and headed to the kitchen. Sonya was at the table drinking Grey Goose, talking
on the phone.

“Girl, that bitch got
me fucked up!” she exclaimed into her phone. I was opening the fridge to get my
bottle of Remy. I grabbed a glass out the cabinet and poured my poison. I felt
her looking at me. “I don’t care how long that trifling bitch knew him … And …?
Girl, let me call you back.”

“Who was that?” I asked
calmly.

She was pissed. “That
was Nicole. She said her cousin told her Casey keep tellin’ people she gon’ get
you back. And will do whatever she has to, even if it means killin’ me.”

“That bitch just
blowin’ smoke, baby. Come here.” I held my arms out to her, gave her the
puppy-dog face.

I loved it when she
wore just a bra and boy shorts. And she was sexier when she was mad. I knew all
she needed was some dick. She came over to me.

“What?” she said, still
trying to act mad.

I didn’t respond
verbally. I grabbed her small waist and pulled her to me, giving her my tongue,
and she gave me hers; it tasted like Grey Goose. I know mine tasted like Remy.
Under any other circumstances I wouldn’t mix clear with brown, but I was
willing to make an exception.

She moaned while our
tongues slow danced. I grabbed her ass. She pulled my shirt over my head and
started kissing on the physique the Missouri Department of Corrections gave me.
Then she squatted in front of me, unfastening my belt and pants. They fell to
my ankles.

“I miss you, baby,
mmm
.”

I didn’t know if she
was talking to me or my dick. She took me in her mouth slow and methodical,
knowing how I liked it. She played childish games with the tip, using her
tongue ring.

“Suck that muhfucka,
bitch,” I demanded. She loved when I talked dirty to her.

She proceeded, using a
little more saliva. Taking it out her mouth, she slapped herself in the face
with it. Then she hummed and tongued my balls. Not too rough, not too gentle—I
taught her well.

Before I came, I
stopped her. Standing her up, I unsnapped her bra, letting her C-cups sit at
attention like two soldiers. I let my tongue and soft kisses spend time with
both of her erect nipples. I wiggled my pants off my ankles, pulling her boy
shorts down at the same time.

I leaned her against
the kitchen counter, hurried and grabbed a chair, sat down and kissed her
pussy.

“
Aww, mmm
,” she
moaned. I explored her pussy with my tongue. Her button at the top of her
fleshy entrance winked at me. I kissed and played with it. Her knees buckled.

“Damn, I’m ‘bout to
cum, Spade. Shit!”

After she came, I stood
up, moving the chair from behind me with my leg. I turned her chocolate frame
around and entered her from behind aggressively. I fucked her good and hard.

“Shiiit!” she shouted.
Then she whispered, “Damn, Spade.”

My phone rang but I
ignored it.

“Fuck me harder, baby,”
she said. I did just that. And she came again. Shortly after, I exploded inside
her.

***

After I got out the shower, I applied my
hygiene and threw on my Coogi sweat suit. I had four missed calls on my phone. Two
from Maria, one from Ace, and one from a number I didn’t recognize. I called
Ace.

“What’s good, big bro?”
he answered. He sounded tipsy.

“What’s the deal?”

“Big bro, I’m just out bendin’
corners, you know? Off this yak, in my box, my nigga. Just callin’ to let you
know I love you, my nigga. And that’s on da third letter. Anybody can get it
behind this bond we got, cuzz.”

Ace was always good for
an emotional moment.
I love that lil’ nigga.

“I already know lil’
bro. You know what it is my way. Where you headed?”

“My lil’ lollipop’s
house,” he said.

“A’ight, lil’ nigga.
C-safe. I’ll get wit’ you in a hot one.”

“Okay, bro.”

We hung up. My
conversation woke Sonya up.

“You leavin’ this late?”
she asked.

“I’m on my way to the
spot. Gotta be ready for my dude in the mornin’,” I told her. I had already
took two of the bricks out the safe and stashed them in my truck when she was
in the shower.

“It’s twelve in the
morning, Spade,” she said with frustration.

“You know how it go,
baby. I appreciate yo concern, though. Daddy’a drive safe,” I joked. She smiled
after I gently kissed her lips. “I’ll call you first thing tomorrow.”

I left. Jumped in my
Yukon and pulled out the driveway. I couldn’t help but notice a new butt yellow
Impala sitting a few houses down.

 I entered the room at Embassy
Suites, and the room was empty. I called Maria but didn’t get an answer.

“Where da fuck is this
bitch,” I whispered to myself. I called her again.

“Hello!” she yelled
over loud music.

“Where yo hot ass at?”
I asked.

“Hold on, baby,” she
said. I knew she was at the club. “Sorry, baby. I had to come to the ladies
room so I can hear you. I’m at Expressions, me and my friend Selena.”

“I need you to handle
somethin’ in the a.m.,” I told her. I had already stopped by her house off of
Southwest Boulevard and put treats in the stash spot I had installed in her
Benz.

“Ok, papi, we’re goin
to be leavin’ here soon. Be there in no time.”

It was getting late and
I was tired as fuck. I stripped down to my boxers, laid down in bed and I was
gone.

***

Two sets of lips kissed my dick, two
sets of hands touched my body, and it woke me up out of my sleep. Maria and a
stranger were licking and sucking me, in between kissing each other.

“Damn, papi. Me like,”
the stranger said. I noticed the sun peeking through the curtains. It was
morning. Maria gently moved the stranger aside and jumped on my dick. Her pussy
was wet, but I was ready to throw her off me because I didn’t have on a condom.
It felt too good to do that.

I grabbed her hips and
directed her motions.

“Yes … Aw … Oh God!”
Maria moaned. The stranger hunched behind Maria and licked her ass, then
started licking my balls.

“Aw, Selena, you so nasty,
mami ..
Aww
,” said Maria.

So this is Selena
,
I thought.

I would have got up and
fucked the dog shit out of both of them but I was too tired for that shit. I
let them fuck me.

When I felt myself on
the verge of exploding, I told Maria, “Get up and put yo mouth back on this
muhfucka,” I ordered. She eased up off my shit, and she and Selena licked her
pussy juices off my dick, fighting over who was going to swallow my babies. I
squirted mostly on Maria’s tongue. She won.

I got up and headed to
the shower. I glanced at Maria and Selena, and they looked damn near identical.
Selena just looked a few years younger than Maria’s thirty-one, and Selena had
a little more meat on her bones.

After I washed my sins
away, I got myself together. I checked my phone and it was 9:30.

“Baby, this is Selena,”
Maria said, grabbing Selena’s hand.

Fine time to introduce
this bitch
, I thought.

“I see,” I replied with
a devilish grin.

“We’re ‘bout to get in
the shower, then she’s gon’ take me to get my car,” Maria said.

I gave her a look.
“Make sure you handle that.”

“I know daddy,” she
said, a little irritated. This wouldn’t be her first run. In fact, she did all
of my runs. She never crossed me and I loved her for that. I was big on not
making any drug transactions. I wasn’t around when they were purchased or sold.

“A’ight. I’m ‘bout to
bust this move. I’ll call you later,” I told her.

“Okay, papi.”

“Nice to meet you,
Selena.” I smiled.

“You too,” she replied,
licking her lips and batting her eyes.

I pulled Maria to the side.

She knew what I was
about to ask her. “She’s coo’, Spade. She’s like my sister. She just got back
in town.”

“That don’t mean shit,”
I retorted.

“Trust me, Spade. She’s
coo’.”

“How long do yo pops
got this room for?”

“Two weeks.”

I’d never met her dad
because he was always busy. I just knew his name was Carlos. And he spoiled the
shit out of his daughter. I didn’t know how he got his money, but he got it.