Payback Ain't Enough (24 page)

“I’ll get that for you,” I said and slid several yards to the hostess.

“You’ll get that for me,” she gave me this funky attitude and slid my money back. Her little display didn’t faze me. It actually turned me on.

“It’s like that? You too sexy to be so mean.” I flashed her a sexy smile.

“And you need to try pulling that shit on one of these bubble-headed ladies up in here. That shit don’t impress me.” She turned back to the woman at the counter who had a smirk on her face and continued to handle her business.

“Can you join me?” I interrupted her.

“Join you? I don’t even know you.”

“Pleease.” I held my hands together and gave her the puppy-dog eyes. She was trying to play hard, but I managed to get a smile out of her.

“Is this how you get dates?”

“Nah. This is how I get what I want.” I looked her up and down, then settled on her eyes. Old girl was fine as hell. She stood at 5’4, about 120 pounds, all curves. That skirt was resting midthigh showing off her sexy caramel legs. She gave me a little smile as she puckered her glossy lips.

“So what if I say I don’t want to join you?”

“Have dinner with me instead?”

“I would say I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask. I’m Nick.” I extended my hand, and she placed hers in mine.

“I’m Tiny,” she replied.

I knew I had her. She agreed to meet me later, and we became inseparable from that day onward.

Damn, this nigga is sexy.
There we were, after a couple of weeks of dating, sitting in a restaurant. The hunger in this nigga’s eyes to get between my legs was getting me wet. Tonight just might be his lucky night. I had been teasing him like crazy, had him begging. I had him just where I wanted him. Too bad this was only business for me. The business that Janay was paying me for.

“You gonna spend the night with me tonight?” he asked, then leaned in and kissed my collarbone.

“Maybe,” I shot back, as his hand roamed back and forth up my leg.

“You know you need to let me handle this,” he said, looking into my eyes as his hand slid up my inner thigh resting his fingers on my zipper. He then slid his fingers up and down the lips of my coochie. I had to admit, this nigga was definitely fuckable. But I wasn’t trying to give it up this quick. I was trying to make him crave it.

“You act like you ain’t never had no pussy before.” I grabbed his wrist stopping his little finger tease.

“And you act like you scared.”

“Scared of what?” I gave him that
nigga, please
look.

“Of him.” He grabbed my hand and placed it in his lap.
His dick was on swoll—long, hard and thick. Now, that’s how you convince a bitch because if I wasn’t ready to fuck him before I was damn sure ready to fuck him after that.

“That don’t scare me.”

“Well, let him talk to you for a little while.” He gave me that irresistible smile. I nodded yes, then he flagged down the waitress for our check.

As I opened the door to my apartment I was devising all of the positions I was getting ready to have little mama in. I clicked the light switch and walked in. She came in behind me, and I locked the door.

“This is nice,” she said, looking all around.

“It’s aiight. Just a little somethin’. Have a seat.” I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. When I returned she was sitting on the couch with her shoes off. I sat down next to her, popped the cork and poured us both a glass.

“I’ve been having a real good time with you these past couple of weeks,” she said as she raised the glass to her lips.

“Me, too,” I said as I placed my hand on her thigh. “Can I get that kiss you’ve been promising me all night?” She gave me the okay, then it was on. I leaned in and placed my lips on hers. After I slipped my tongue in her mouth there was no turning back.

Damn, this nigga was official. He was kissing and touching me in all the right places. Within minutes, he had my shirt
off and a mouth full of nipple sucking it just right. I squirmed in my seat as his hands and mouth put my body on fire. I could feel the wetness forming in my coochie as he began kissing his way to my zipper. He unzipped my jeans and slid them open, placing gentle kisses at the top of my panties while pulling at the side of my jeans.

“Can I taste you?” he whispered. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed his face to the place. He pulled my jeans all the way off, then stared at my pussy like it was a juicy steak. He pulled off his shirt and then his pants and sat back on the couch.

“I thought you wanted to taste me?”

“I do. But I like my meals brought to me.” He pulled me by the hand causing me to stand in front of him. Then he slowly slid my panties down until they hit the floor. Pulling me toward him he leaned in and inhaled my scent. “Mmmm…” he moaned, then lifted me up so I could stand over him. There I stood, legs wide open and pussy fully exposed. I lowered myself into position, and his tongue took over. He began slowly tickling my clit with the tip of his tongue, then he let his tongue glide between my wet lips.

“Mmmm…” The work he was putting in was feeling so good. My knees were getting weak. I think he sensed it because he grabbed my legs one by one and placed them over his shoulders sitting me right on his face, palming my ass just right. He then ate my pussy like it was his last meal.

I knew she couldn’t hang talking all that shit. I had her ass hollering and crying and begging for mercy. After she came
for the third time I eased her down and slid her right onto my dick. Damn her pussy was tight as hell. She was so small I could move her any way I wanted her. She held me tighter as I bounced her faster and faster. Her moans were intoxicating. When I hit that spot she took over. She pushed me back and began nibbling and sucking my neck. She planted her feet firm in the couch and came up and down on my shit just right. Her pussy muscles clinched tighter with every thrust. The room was now filled with both of our moans.

“Make him talk to me,” she whispered in my ear as she continued to work her show. I grabbed her ass and pushed her down hard every time she came up. “That’s what I’m talking about” was all I heard as she moved faster and I pushed harder.

“Oh shit,” I yelled out as I felt myself about to release.

“Gimmie this dick, boy,” she said through clinched teeth.

“Mmm… shit,” I moaned. Her muscles were squeezing tighter, and the pussy was getting wetter with every stroke. I hung in there for a few more strokes, but she pushed down on me causing me to enter her deeper and as I exploded, it was over for me. I held her tight in my arms and kissed her lips.

The next morning I knew I had to put my signature on this nigga if I wanted him to act right. Just as he turned over I saw what I needed to see. He had that early-morning hard-on. I put my head under the covers and went to work. As I began to suck I felt his dick get harder in my mouth, then I felt his hand rest on the back of my head. As I slowly pulled him in
and out of my tight jaws I could hear him begin to moan. I moved the cover from my head and picked up the pace. Rotating the sucking of his dick and running my tongue up the line between his balls made him open his legs a little wider. I had all the access I needed. I ran the tip of my tongue down the line and flicked it slowly over his asshole. When I felt him jump, I knew I had him.

Quickly I went back to working that pole, sucking harder and faster. I looked up and his head was buried deep in the pillow, and when I felt his leg shake, I knew he was close. I took him to the back of my throat and tightened my jaws. The sound of my slurps caused him to moan louder. He was on the brink. He grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to go deeper in my throat. Good thing a bitch got skills. His breathing picked up, and he began to grunt. I moved faster and faster and just as he was about to come I slid my finger in his ass and stroked. That nigga screamed like a bitch as his whole body shook. He released into the back of my throat hard and long, and I swallowed every drop. I slowly removed my finger and sucked my way to the top of his dick. I watched as his stomach heaved in and out and a smile spread across my lips.

“I fucked you royally, huh?” I asked. But that nigga couldn’t even talk. I got up and headed to the bathroom. Mission accomplished. That muthafucka was now putty in my hands.

I ain’t ’bout no gay shit, but had to admit that shit felt good as hell. I ain’t never come like that before. Then to have a
bitch suck you like that then talk shit and walk out the room. Fuck what you heard. That’s grounds for marriage. I lay there basking in that nut that I just busted and couldn’t say shit. I was fucked up laying there staring up at the ceiling, then I dozed off.

I sat in my car, crouched down, waiting for this nigga, Sig, to come home. Just when I thought I was about to get real restless I see this penny ante hustler pull up in a gold Hummer. I watched him dead his engine and step out of his ride. He was staggering a little and fumbling with his keys and phone. I eased out of the car and ducked behind a car when his cell phone rang. I slid behind the tall bush on the side of his house and pulled down my mask.

“You better be here in a hour. And wear that sexy shit I like.” He was talking to what appeared to be a female. When he got to the door he again fumbled with his keys and dropped them on the porch. When he came up, I was right on him and busted him over the head with a blackjack. He fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. I scooped that nigga up and carried him to my ride and threw him in the trunk and drove off.

When I woke up I was buck naked and hanging in the middle of a room. I looked up through the blood dripping in my eyes and saw that I was handcuffed to some chains that hung
from a beam in the ceiling. I looked around the room and noticed that I was in an abandoned building. I tried to pull on the chains to see if I could free myself, but I couldn’t. I wiggled around for a few minutes, then I heard footsteps coming from behind.

I walked up on that nigga and burned him with my cigar. He screamed as he tried to turn to see what was going on. I walked in front of him and started my interrogation.

“Do you know why you’re here?” I stated in a calm voice and took a seat.

“Nigga, I don’t know you,” he tried to sound real hard.

“Do you know Shokkah?” His eyes grew bigger by the second.

“Look, that nigga is crazy. I don’t owe him shit.”

“I didn’t ask you anything about owing him. You guilty nigga,” I said, then kicked him, causing him to swing back and forth.

“Where is my partner’s money? And I don’t plan on being here all night.”

“I’m telling you, I don’t owe that nigga shit. You let me go now and I can make it worth your while.”

“Muthafucka, your word is shit. Why you think I’m here? ’Cause you ain’t keep your word.” I got up and walked to the table and removed the lid from a barrel of fluid under Sig’s feet, then I grabbed the control box and sat back down and took a long drag on my Cuban. “So you gonna take my nigga’s kindness for a weakness?”

“I told you I paid my debt,” he yelled, breathing heavy and struggling with the chains in another attempt to free himself. I pushed the green button which slowly lowered Sig toward the barrel of hydrochloric acid. I got off on offing muthafuckas with chemicals.

“What the fuck?” this nigga yelled and started squirming. “Hold up.” But it was too late. I lowered him until his feet hit the acid first. I heard the sizzle, then I heard this nigga release a bloodcurdling scream. When I saw his eyes roll back in his head I pulled him up. His feet had shriveled up and looked as if it was burned on a grill. He was shaking and gasping for air. I stood up and grabbed the needle full of epinephrine and hit his vein. I didn’t want this nigga passing out on me.

“So, where’s my man’s get-right?”

“Fuck him,” he mumbled.

“Oh, you a tough guy, huh? Okay.” I sat back down and hit my button again, causing him to dip right to his calves. I was planning on draggin’ this shit out as long as I could. Again he hollered and jerked. Spit bubbles formed on his lips. He had flesh and muscle hanging and now the bones on his feet were totally exposed. He was tough.

My phone rang and I picked it up. “How his wife feel?” I asked Mook who was about to take her on the date of her life. I hit the speaker button and she was screaming in the background.

“No, pleeeease.” He released another scream and I knew his wife’s voice was getting to him.

“Wait, hold up. I think Luther ready to sing.” I turned my attention back to Sig. “And you were saying?”

“Tell her to give it to you. Please, just don’t hurt her,” he pleaded with tears in his eyes.

I relayed the message to my man, who then said he’d call me back. About ten minutes later, my cell rang. Mook said that his girl had led him to the stash spot and my, my, my, at least that nigga had at least a quarter million dollars in cash and jewelry. My man quickly bagged that shit up, then put two in his girl’s head. My motto has always been
No witness, no case.