Gutta Mamis (10 page)

She eased into the bedroom wearing nothing but a smile, which soon turned into a frown when she realized that Tony had fallen fast asleep. Walking over to the bed, she looked down at him and had she not been so horny, she might have let him sleep so she could get her laugh on. Tony had no idea he was doing so but, every now and then, he would talk in his sleep. Jasmine eased into the bed next to him and slipped her hand under the covers. Her head soon followed the same path as she gently kissed and licked the mushroom-shaped beginning. Tony's dick instantly hardened in her hand. When she glanced up from beneath the sheets, Tony was smiling down at her.

“You slick muthafucka. Yo ass wasn't 'sleep.”

Tony simply shrugged his shoulders and continued smiling. Getting back to the business at hand, Jasmine slowly wrapped her MAC gloss-coated lips around Tony's dick. The gentle suck on the head caused involuntary muscle movement in his toes.

“Oh shit!” She let the shaft travel halfway down her throat. By the time she got it all in her mouth, Tony's nutsac was ready to explode.

Sensing the eruption coming, Jasmine stopped abruptly.

“Hey! What the fuck you doing, baby?”

Tony's question was quickly answered as Jasmine mounted him. For the next fifteen minutes, Jasmine rode Tony's dick like a cowgirl.

“Oh shit, baby! Oh God, baby, here it comes!”

Jasmine wasn't far behind. “Ah shit!” She screamed as two months of backed-up cum poured out of her and painted the sheets as well as Tony's dick.

The warm feeling of Jasmine's love fluids caused Tony's love javelin to become hard once again.

“OOH SHIT!” she screamed.

Without pulling out, Tony somehow flipped Jasmine over until they came to rest in the missionary position. Jasmine wrapped her legs around Tony's back and hooked them at the ankles while Tony drove every inch into her dripping sex hole.

“Oh shit! Oh, hell yeah, baby! That's it, baby; beat the shit outta this pussy! Fuck, baby, I'm 'bout to cum again!” she yelled as she dug her fingernails into Tony's back.

Tony tried his best to hold out, but Jasmine's pussy was too good. Five seconds after Jasmine came for the second time, Tony followed suit and squirted thousands of sperm cells inside Jasmine. Jasmine wanted to kick herself in the ass for not making him use a condom, but it was too late to bitch about it now. For the prior three months before she got locked up, he had been begging her to let him hit it raw. Now he had finally gotten his wish.

The two had almost drifted off to sleep when his cell phone rang and abruptly jolted them wide awake.

“I bet I know who that is,” Jasmine teased.

After checking the caller ID, Tony took a deep breath. “Hello,” he cautiously answered.

“Nigga, what the fuck you mean, hello? You know what fuckin' time it is? Where the fuck are you?” his wife yelled through the phone.

“Does it matter where I am?” he responded. “You kicked me out of the house, remember?”

“I didn't kick you out of the fuckin' house. I told you that if you weren't going to treat me right, then maybe you should find yourself some other place to lay your fuckin' head. That's not the same as kickin' you out and you know it, asshole!”

“Look, I'm tired of fighting with you. That's why I checked into a hotel tonight. I didn't feel like the fuckin' headache.”

“Oh, so I'm a fuckin' headache to you now, huh?”

“Woman, that's not what the fuck I said.”

“Then what are you saying, Tony? Why do you keep treating me this way? What the fuck have I done to make you disrespect me this way? You know what? Fine! If you wanna stay in a hotel tonight and fuck whatever whore you're lying up with, fine. But remember, Tony, I'm your wife! The little bitch that you're laying up with isn't!”

“Why do you always assume that I'm with another woman?”

“Because I know your ass, Tony!”

“Whatever. I'll see yo ass in the morning.”

Before his wife could say another word, he hung up on her. He turned on his side and noticed that Jasmine was staring at him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said as she let her hand travel down to his balls. Cupping one of them in her hand, she squeezed gently. The smile then left her face as she increased the pressure.

“Hey! What the fuck you doing?” He started to squirm.

“I heard that whore comment your wife made and I suggest that you check the little bitch. Unless you want me to do it.”

“No, I'll take care of it,” he said.

“Good. 'Cause I would hate to have to put a hot one in Melissa's ass.”

Roni slammed her fist down on the table as she continued smoking her morning blunt. She had called Randi three times since last night and had gotten the voicemail each time.

“What the fuck kinda game this bitch call herself playin'?”

Roni wanted a piece of Randi in the worst way. She could still smell Randi's perfume when she had awakened that morning. Not being able to taste her sweetness was driving Roni crazy. Taking a puff from her blunt, Roni sat back and imagined all the nasty things that she was going to do to Randi. Having nothing on but a wife beater and a pair of boxer shorts, Roni slid her hand inside the shorts and began to finger herself.

She slowly rubbed her clit as she thought of the way Randi looked out on that dance floor, grinding against her. As she was about to reach her climax, her cell phone rang.
Whoever it is just gonna have to wait,
she thought.

After releasing her love juice, Roni looked at the missed call on her cell phone. “Fuck!” she said when she realized that she had missed Randi's call. She immediately called Randi back, but once again it went to Randi's voicemail.

“Fuck! How I keep missin' this bitch?” She set her phone back on the table and took another puff off the get-high stick. Roni was becoming increasingly frustrated. All she wanted to do was
lick some clit, suck on some tits, and cum a little bit. When her cell rang a second time, she snatched it off the table and answered it without checking the ID.

“Randi?”

“Bitch, do I sound like that hoe?” screamed Kita. “Don't you got caller ID on that raggedy-ass phone?”

“Fuck you, Kita. What the hell do you want?”

“Roni, we had a meeting today, remember? You were supposed to meet us at Landmark thirty minutes ago, homegirl.”

“Landmark?”

“Yeah, Roni. The restaurant on Fifty-third and St. Clair. Damn, girl, where the fuck yo head at?”

“Oh shit, I forgot,” Roni said, as if a light suddenly clicked on. “Tell Jasmine I'm on my fuckin' way.”

After quickly washing up in her sink, Roni threw on a pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt, and an old pair of Reeboks and dashed out the door. After closing the door behind her, she looked back and noticed that there was a slip of paper taped to it. She snatched the paper off the wall, read it, and shook her head.

Damn, baby, you hard to get a hold of. Why don't you meet me at the Club Odyssey on St. Clair at 2:30 so we can get better acquainted? That way it will be just me and you and ya girls can't run interference. Randi.

Roni smiled on the way to her whip, thinking that she was finally gonna get to taste that pussy.

“Roni! Get your head outta that bitch's ass and listen to what the fuck I'm sayin',” screamed Jasmine. “We gotta be on point with this shit. Them muthafuckin' dope boys ain't nothin' to be playin'
around with. If we gonna do this shit, we have to have our shit together.”

For the last ten minutes, Jasmine was trying to map out in detail how they were gonna rob a couple of the hood's package slingers. The ones that they were planning to rob weren't super big-time yet, but they weren't small potatoes either. One of them happened to be the doorman from the club that they were in last night. Kita had screwed him and had come up on some eye-popping information by eavesdropping on his conversation.

Roni's mind had been wandering ever since she got to the meeting. As hard as she tried, she couldn't seem to keep her mind off of Randi. It had never been this hard for her to pull a bitch before, but Randi was making it a challenge for her.

“Oh my bad, Jas. I jus' had a rough night and didn't get too much sleep; that's all,” she lied.

Kita popped her lips and rolled her eyes to let Roni know that she didn't believe a word.

“Like I was sayin',” Jasmine continued. “Kita, I want you to get both of them muthafuckas to meet you at your apartment about forty-five minutes before they're supposed to make the buy. Make sure that either the front or the back door is left open.”

“How the hell is she gonna pull that off?” Roni asked.

“Don't worry 'bout that, homegirl; I got this,” Kita said with a smirk on her face.

“Roni, make sure you bring the guns with the silencers on 'em.”

“What time is this shit jumpin' off?” Roni asked.

“At three-thirty. Why?” Jasmine asked suspiciously.

“I was jus' wonderin'. Shit, I gotta know what time to meet you at the house, don't I?”

“We ain't meetin' at the house this time. I got something I gotta
take care of in a minute, so I'll jus' meet at the corner of Kita's street.”

Immediately, Roni started thinking about Randi and whether she could somehow get in touch with her and get in a quickie.

“What? You got something else to do?” Kita asked, reading her mind.

“Did I say that I had something else to do?”

Kita threw up her hands. “I was just asking.”

“Then stop asking stupid-ass questions.”

“Whatever.”

Jasmine stared at Roni, then at Kita. “I don't know what the hell is going on with you two, but I'm getting sick and fuckin' tired of y'all actin' like fuckin' children. Get y'all shit together.”

Without waiting for either one of them to respond, Jasmine walked out the door. She was so pissed that she didn't even finish the rest of her food. For a few quiet seconds, the two longtime friends sat there and stared at each other. Kita broke the silence first.

“Look, Roni, all I'm saying is that ever since you met this bitch, yo shit ain't been on point. I jus' don't trust the bitch.”

“You don't even know her,” Roni snapped. As soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to take them back; she knew exactly what Kita was going to say.

“You don't know that bitch either, Roni. Shit, you jus' met her ass last night.”

Roni started to speak, but Kita held up her hand before she had a chance to protest.

“All I'm sayin' is be careful. I'm getting a bad vibe from that hoe.”

Kita held out her hand for Roni to give her some dap.

Roni pounded her fist and gave Kita a smile.

“I know you got my back, homegirl, and if it makes you feel any better, I'll back off o' this bitch…after I bang her.”

Kita shook her head and laughed. “Girl, yo' ass is something else. Let's jus' make this paper.”

Randi sat on the corner of Fifty-third and St. Clair in her Jeep Liberty smoking a Kool and staring out the window. It would be so easy to exact her revenge right then and there, but she was determined to see the plan through. She watched as Jasmine walked out of the restaurant with a pissed-off look on her face. Then she watched ten minutes later as Roni and Kita came out and went their separate ways. Looking down at her watch, she saw that it was almost eleven o'clock.

The cell phone on her hip vibrated and when she unclipped it, she saw Roni's number pop up on the screen. Laughing at the way she had made Roni suffer from not answering her calls, she decided to answer this one.

“Hello.”

“Damn, about time you answered the phone. I been tryin' ta call yo' ass all morning.”

“I'm sorry, baby,” Randi said. “Didn't you get the note that I left for you on your front door?”