Mariette And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 2) (29 page)

Falling For A Pimp

It had been eight years to the day I left Los Angeles and moved to the east coast.  Every day out there seemed to be as if it was calling me back to be here.  I looked down at my hands that had seen better days.  My knuckles not only had broken jaws, but I had broken them many times. 

I was far from being a saint, in fact, I was part of the local gang and lived by the motto Thugs4-Life.  I even had it tattooed on my back and on my upper arm there was still the gang’s insignia.  I was a proud member and had been in ever since I was thirteen years old when I started doing small jobs for our kingpin. 

When two rival gangs including my own ended up facing off and killing members, my mother decided to move us to the other side of the country.  I wasn’t thrilled about this move.  My mom thought if we didn’t move, I would die young.  I had been positive with my reputation that the streets would have taken care of me.  My hood was tight.

I looked at my reflection in the window.  My dark skin complimented the light gray suit I was wearing.  No one knew what type of background I came from, and I didn’t tell anyone either.  I took the job at a high classed investing firm to be come back to this.  It was a cover up since I was a highly successful businessman, but I craved being back in my hood.

I lit up a cigar and looked out at Los Angeles.  The ashes that drifted from it reminded me of Ramón, my leader and King Pin from the hood.  He had always smoked cigars.  Days like this I would look out at the city and wonder what had happened to him and if he was still alive.  I quickly brushed the ashes off my suit and looked up as I heard my secretary come in.

“I have come to drop your paperwork off Tyrone.” Lisa, my secretary, said before she disappeared out the door.

Lisa’s face was like an angel and even though there were several times I had slept with her and even promised to marry her.  There was something that she could never fill, and that was the fact I was married to the streets.  When I told her that the last time we were thinking about marriage that I missed my old life, she refused to talk to me. 

It was true I was a successful businessman and made quite the paycheck every week, but being successful wasn’t the life I desired.  It was the same, and everyone expected you to be squeaky clean and honest.  I needed fun and exhilaration.  I needed the thrill of stealing cars and being involved in shootouts or smacking the butt of some ghetto girl with her pants ready to split.

I let a sigh as I sat back down to deal with more paperwork that had been placed in front of me.  I craved living on the edge and not behind a desk all my life.  I am sure everyone who used to know me already knew that.  Even though I was here in this firm, there was nothing that could get me out of that life.  Not even my mother could wash that out of my blood.

“Tyrone, some guy name Reese is here to see you,” Lisa said as she peeked her head into my office.

Reese and I had both grown up in the hood together.  It was hard to believe that he was here after all this time, but I was sure he could say the same thing about me.  Unlike my family, Reese was the only one in his family that was a male.  He owned his family pretty much.  I slept with his four sisters, not all at once, though.

“Reese?  What the hell are you doing here?” a man with dark skin like my own walked in and sat down.  He was clean cut for once.  Reese hated being dressed up, but here he was cleaned shaved and clean dressed.  It was honestly quite the surprise that Reese was here since he rarely left the hood these days. 

“I honestly came to ask you for a favor.  We have been good friends and all and here I am wondering if I can count on you with a plan,” Reese said as he sat down in one of the leather seats in front of my desk.

“What do you need?”

“We need a man to jack cars and get rid of them quick.  Who would ever expect you?”

I was about ready to argue with him, but I knew that this was the opportunity I had been looking for to go back to the hood.  There was quite the silence between us.

“I am assuming you will be going through with the plan.  You do owe all of us.” Reese pointed out.

“I don’t know Reese; I have to try to stay out of the public’s eyes, though.”

“Are you joking with me?  You have been looking for this opportunity for awhile.” Reese pointed out.  

It was no surprise that Reese was telling the truth.  He knew me way too well to know I couldn’t resist getting back into the life of the hood.  The only thing stopping me at the moment was trying to live a double life without people knowing. 

“Tyrone, you need to do this for us!  You know what you have been missing, and the craving is starting to control you.”

I was the one that used always to pick up the pieces for the hood.  I had been sick of the life I had been living here.  I needed to get out and be in a place that seemed to be back home to me.

My mouth opened ready to answer.  “I was joking with you!  We don’t carjack the way we used to.  I do need you to go down to the strip club and collect some money.  Ramón would do it himself, but he is still in the hospital from the bullets that shot up the block.”

“No problem, I can go down there tonight after this place closes.  I would do anything for a brother.”

“What is the story with the cute little secretary out there?  She hood?”

I shook my head.  “Lisa is as far as you can get from the hood as you can.  She is good in bed, but that’s about it."

CHAPTER TWO

The Stripper

The strip club was a place that held many fond memories close to me, and it also made me wonder why I had waited so long to come back to this life. 

I ordered a drink and sat down at the table I had often sat at to watch the young girls dance. 

“I haven’t seen you in awhile Tyrone.” A man that walked over said. 

I knew immediately he was the club owner, D’Mario.

I laughed.  “It has been too long to tell you the truth.  This life is exciting instead of pushing papers all day.  What have you been up to?”

D’Mario shook his head.  “I have been doing the things I love day in and day out instead of trying to keep a squeaky clean reputation.  I saw one of your ads, and I couldn’t believe that was you in that suit.  You don’t even look like you had a trace of the hood.  You look more like a pretty boy waiting to get his ass whipped.”

I started laughing as I watched D’Mario pull up a seat next to me and pass me a cigar. 

“To tell you the truth I am unsure how my life ended up this way besides when the blood bath broke out between us and the Eastside and Momma moved me to the east coast.  She expected me to be better then that, even if it wasn’t who I was.  My brother, on the other hand, seemed to be able to forget everything we once stood for, but I can’t do that.  Every day I look out of my window and down at Los Angeles and crave to be back here.  It isn’t the way it was, and it and I miss it like hell.”

“I am surprised your Momma even lets you come out to these areas of the hood.  Geez, if she knew that you were here, I am sure she would beat your ass.”

Both of us started laughing. 

“No disrespect to my Momma.  What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”  I replied.

“Amen to that brother!  Amen to that!  Have you seen so many new pretty dancers before!  Mm, I love my strippers.  My girls sure do know how to move!” 

“For the past ten years you have had the best girls in the area, perhaps the whole city of Los Angeles.  I never know how you find them, but damn they don’t just dance but they can get a man going.”

“How are things between you and Lisa?”

I shook my head.  “She hasn’t spoken to me since I told her I missed this lifestyle.”

“I told you that you should have married Candy, that stripper you were dating just before you moved out of here.”

Candy’s major was being a stripper in life.  She didn’t care about anything else but dancing and pleasing her men.

I started laughing.  “I had to test drive her first and I was sure I could have bought a better girl with less mileage, though,” I said as I lightly hit D’Mario in the arm as we joked.

Lisa was a good girl, but Candy had been wild and I missed that.

“Well, you can take any of the girls you want off the lot tonight.  It will be my treat.”

“That’s hooking a brother up good!” I said with a smile.

“Of course I am!  Why wouldn’t I?”

“If I could forget life for awhile and the fact I am a CEO for an investment firm, I would come back here in a heartbeat.  I love the money, but I hate the fact it isn’t the way the hood treated me.”

“I didn’t think you would be able to make it being a stuck up CEO all your life.  It just isn’t you!  The hood is your home, and it will always treat you right.  I swear your success is short lived if you ever come back.”

My mouth dropped as I saw a beautiful African-American woman beginning to do a striptease on the floor.  D’Mario could have said anything at that point, but I wasn’t listening as she hypnotized me with her dance moves, and I began falling in love with her.  Her body was like a goddess, and I wanted to explore every little detail of it. 

“That’s Deja; she is one of our newest girls,” D’Mario said slapping me on the arm.

“I love her.”

“You haven’t met her yet.  Her mouth is something else if you know what I mean.  She refuses to turn tricks, but I am sure for the right person she would.”

She kept hiding her face as she flicked her hair and slid down the stripper pole.  I was mesmerized by her beauty. 

I didn’t realize was D’Mario was hiding a key factor in Deja’s identity as he motioned her over to join us after her dance routine.

“Deja, sweetheart, this is someone I want you to entertain for the night.  He is a good friend of mine and ran the hood with me back in the day.” D’Mario said.

Her voice was familiar as I looked up and saw her chocolate brown eyes staring at me. 

It was going to be hard to hide the fact that Deja was my sister-in-law and that we both had secrets exposed tonight. 

“Certainly I will accompany your boy, D’Mario.”

D’Mario put a money roll in my suit jacket.  “Tell Ramon to hurry up and get better.  The hood isn’t the same without him.”

I looked at Deja as she sat down on my lap and gave me a smile.

“The back room is all yours if you want it,” D’Mario said as he walked off.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She said as she began kissing my neck and wiggling as she began doing a lap dance.

“No one here knows who you are, do they?” I asked.

“Are you joking?  I kept my identity a secret, just like you getting back into the hood life and trying to keep a squeaky clean reputation for your business.  I guess I am not surprised you are back here in the hood.”

“Why do you say that?”

All she did was smile at me as she continued her lap dance.  She didn’t say a word, but she didn’t have to.  I knew she was going to try to blackmail me just as much as I was going to blackmail her into having sex with me.

CHAPTER THREE

The Sex

I wasn’t expecting that our reunion at the strip club with my sister-in-law and I would have sparked something, but it had.  I began watching her dance every single night that I could. She also knew there was going to be more expected of her since she was caught stripping, and my brother didn’t know.

I took D’Mario up on the back room offer and watched as she gave me private dances.  She would start off doing a regular striptease that ended up a lap dance.  This time she even put her mouth down on my crotch and began to blow through my pants.  There was no way for her to get out of her being a stripper or me keeping her secret if she didn’t sleep with me.

My whole body began to quiver in her presents.  I was actually looking forward to having sex with her.  She owed me that much to keep her secret.  I wasn’t shy to keep reminding her of that.

I watched as she began another routine as she did once again a split in her g-string and allowed her breast to bounce and giggle which drove me nuts.  There was something about her having her clothes come flying off that made her more desirable than the image I had of her with her turtleneck on that she painted for my family.

“Just don’t wear out too fast!  You still have to finish with this.” I said as I unzipped my pants.

Deja giggled.  “Don’t worry I haven’t even started yet, I will still have the energy to take care of that.  I am sure you will keep my secret, and I will keep your secret if we go through with this.”

“I couldn’t honestly remember when the last time I had been so excited was.  I knew Lisa never got me this excited; it had to have been when I was dating Candy. 

She seemed to be tempting me as I looked at her with a sly grin. 

“Are you planning to sit on my lap anytime soon?” I asked.

Deja smiled and began doing yet another lap dance.  I had been fantasizing about this moment for awhile and suddenly as I held her hips, I gently pushed her g-string to one side.

Deja began to moan suddenly as I entered her.  She tossed her head back and began to ride me as if she was in the rodeo.  Her legs began to quiver, and I knew I wasn’t the only one on the verge of cumming.

She untied the sides of her g-string and pressed her naked body against mine.

I lifted her up and down with my strong arms and continued as she moaned with every thrust my body made.  I watched as her fingers began to pleasure herself as I had sex with her. Her arousal dripped down onto my thighs, in a beautiful wet mess.

I was enjoying this sudden sexual rage I was having with my sister-in-law.  She was arching her back and letting out moans of pleasure as she continued to dance on my lap as I pleasured her.  I was sure she hadn’t been pleasured like this in a long time, by the way, her body was quivering. 

My body was filled with this sudden excitement and pleasure that I wasn’t used to.  My hands began caressing her body as I wanted more.  I wasn’t sure if this was lust, a one night stand or if I was falling in love with Deja.  I touched her in a loving way, the way a man would touch his woman when he made love to her.  I played with her orgasm, knowing exactly what she wanted without her telling me if she wanted me to go faster or slower. 

I could tell by the glazed look in Deja’s face she was enjoying every single moment of me doing this to her.  The torture was unreal, but so was the pleasure as I had my way with her. I thrust my body one last time hard as I held her down, allowing her to receive my orgasm. 

Deja smiled as she kissed me.  “I loved that Tyrone.  Do you want to come back tomorrow night to pleasure me the same way?” she whispered in my ear as she continued to hold me tightly as she sat on my lap.

“Who says it needs to be here where I can pleasure you?  We can do this anywhere, and you can strip for me.”

Deja smiled at this as she kissed me again.  “I love the way you think.  At first I thought you were just blackmailing me, but then I realized you have a special touch with a woman, and I don’t think I would be able to live without you.  I love the feeling of power between my legs.”

I watched her put her g-string back on and walk out as if nothing had ever happened.  She had no shame that her g-string had stuck to her, or she smelled of sex and cum as she got on another man’s lap and began to do another lap dance. 

“How was she?” D’Mario asked as he looked at me zipping up my pants.

I chuckled.  “She was friggin amazing.  That one I want just for my personal use in the back room.” I said before leaving.