The Pussy Trap (11 page)

KoKo breathed in and out. All Kayson could think was, I am going to tear this ass up when I get a chance. When he got to the top of the other leg, he stood up placing the dick right back where he had it. Then he whispered, “Why you all jumpy, tough guy?”

“Did you find what you were looking for?” KoKo responded.

“Sure did,” Kayson said with his warm, soft lips positioned at the back of her ear.

“Well, why the fuck am I still armed with my hands in the air? And why is that on my ass?”

“Oh, him? That’s the enforcer. He is in charge of the next mission.”

“Is that right?” KoKo tried to mock Kayson’s favorite saying.

Kayson was all up on her, checking her out from head to toe and mapping out every position he was going to have her in.

“This shit ain’t going to be that easy. We have some planning to do and you have to act like a fucking lady.”

“What does your dick have to do with me acting like a lady?” KoKo said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

That was the last straw. With one quick move, Kayson snatched the .45 from the small of her back, threw it on the couch, then grabbed her by her throat and bit hard into her neck and sucked. Easing his free hand down the front of her pants he whispered, “Keep your hands up.”

“What the fuck?” Koko said softly. However, in the back of her mind she was thinking about the rumors she had heard about Kayson’s dick being hypnotic. And shit, she wasn’t trying to be the bitch on the bench. She was getting ready to be all in his little game.

Kayson slowly but firmly circled his finger on her clit. She was getting ready to put her hands down to stop him.

“Keep them where they are,” he commanded.

She was feeling things she had never felt before. “Ssssss . . . damn, you trying to break a bitch. What part of the game is this?” she asked barely able to talk.

“I’m giving you some of this act-right,” Kayson answered.

“Mmmmmm,” KoKo moaned again.

Kayson had total control just the way he liked it. Then he began his tutoring session. He was instructing her on what he needed from her. She could barely pay attention as her orgasm came on. Kayson moved a little faster. The orgasmic waves were more than she could handle.

“Kaaaayyysooon . . .” rang out in her head, but she wouldn’t allow it to leave her lips.

When he realized he had that ass, he didn’t say a word, just kept on handling his business. KoKo came so long and hard, she damn near passed out. She dropped her hands to her sides. Kayson pulled his hand out real slow, turned her around and looked in her eyes. “I’m the fucking boss and don’t get it confused again,” he said.

KoKo was too spent to say anything. She could not believe what the fuck had just happened. Kayson kissed her lips then said, “Go to the bathroom and clean up. The boys will be up here in a minute.” He pointed her in the direction of the bathroom.

She walked away. Mentally, her head was all fucked up. “What the fuck was that?” she mumbled.

When she got to the bathroom, she looked around and found a linen closet. She grabbed a washcloth and went to the sink. As she looked in the mirror, all she saw was pleasure on her face. And a big ass passion mark on her neck. Oh my god! How the hell am I going to explain this shit? She washed up and headed back to where she had left Kayson.

Aldeen and Baseem’s voices got louder. She did not want to face them. Shit, I can’t stand in the fucking hall forever. She did the good old walk of shame with her head bowed down and everything. When she reached them, everybody looked at her like she had just stolen cookies from the cookie jar.

Kayson was giving everybody their instructions. Aldeen looked at her and shook his head. For the first time, she didn’t have shit to say. Aldeen could see that big ass hickey on her neck and he knew that Kayson had started his process. He never gave a bitch the dick quick. He always made her beg for it. The hickey was a sign of phase one. Send a bitch home wet and tingling; make her respect your gangsta.

“I need you to tie shit up on the streets. Let Wise and Aldeen take over for a few weeks so I can train you. I have to have you right here so I can get you ready. I need you to keep your fucking cool. Don’t get into shit. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He gave his final order to KoKo not even blinking.

Koko couldn’t let the guys think she had gotten soft. She went up to Kayson and looked him up and down. “Keep the change. Pretty muthafucka,” she said then continued on her way past the crew. She yelled out, “Let’s roll niggas. Time is money.”

Kayson smiled. “I was planning on it,” he yelled as he watched her exit the office with Aldeen and Wise and Baseem were right behind her smiling and shaking their heads. For the next couple of weeks, Kayson would send for her. He hadn’t made another move yet. He would just talk slick, get up on her, and get her pussy wet, but he didn’t touch her. KoKo was wondering what this cat and mouse shit was that he was playing. However, KoKo was feenin’ for the streets. She had decided that she was not coming to his house tonight; she was going to grind.

Chapter 10

Wise walked into the house prepared to lay down before KoKo came to pick him up. He had just spent seventy-two hours doing surveillance and planning to move on their next targets. He was tired as shit, but he had no such luck. Vanessa was waiting for him and with major attitude.

“You know what? You’re going to make me kill one of these bitches, I swear to god,” she yelled as she walked from the bedroom to the living room where he was standing.

“Come on, I ain’t got time for no bullshit,” he said, heading to the loveseat and grabbing the remote. He turned on the TV and sat back.

“Nah, fuck that. We got some shit to talk about,” she said, walking over to the plug and yanking it from the wall.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Wise jumped up and headed in her direction.

“What? Why you getting up with all that attitude? You don’t treat them bitches in the street with all this attitude.” Vanessa held the cord behind her back.

“What bitches? Why you always got drama when I get home?” He tried to reach behind her back.

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about. I saw your black ass last night leaving the club with that bitch with the red Jag.”

“Come on, stop playing. You know that was business.”

“Yeah, it’s always business when y’all want to stick your dick in some bitch, but if you catch my black ass out, you want to throw a fucking fit.” She pushed him back.

“Put your hands on me again. It’s going to be some slow singing and flower bringing,” he quoted Biggie and started laughing.

“Fuck you. I’m tired of this shit, Wise.” She threw the cord on the floor and headed to the room. Wise picked up the cord and plugged it back in and then headed to the bedroom.

“Look, you ain’t got shit to worry about. I handles mine.”

“That’s what all cheating ass niggas say, then they give you some AIDS or some shit.”

“You stupid,” Wise said, laughing again, which always pissed her off.

“This is not a joking matter. Everybody in your little world gets respect but me. You shit on me constantly.”

Wise stood there smiling. “Believe what you want to believe. I got to get me some rest.” He walked out the room heading back to the living room. Vanessa came charging at him, he turned around quickly, and she was now face to face with an angry man. “I told your ass to chill the fuck out. Keep it up and I’ma knock you the fuck out.” Vanessa stood there huffing and puffing, tears now coming from her eyes. Wise kept his eyes on her. “I thought so.” Then he turned around and walked to his chair.

“I fucking hate you!” she yelled as he walked away. “One of these days, you’re going to come home from one of your fuck fests and a bitch is gonna be ghost.”

Wise started to respond but the bell rung. He knew it was KoKo. He went to open the door and the look on KoKo’s face said it all.

“What the fuck is all that yelling coming from up in here?” she said as she moved past Wise.

“That’s your girl acting like a fucking mad woman,” he answered as he closed the door.

“What ‘sup with that?” she turned her questions to Vanessa.

“Not now, KoKo, this is between me and Wise.” Vanessa moved toward the kitchen.

“Bitch, the way you fucking hollering up in here it’s between you, Wise, and the whole fucking neighborhood.” KoKo spat as the crease in the middle of her forehead deepened.

Vanessa tried to straighten the shit out real quick because she knew KoKo was crazy and she didn’t play when it came to Wise. “No disrespect, KoKo, but your brother is living foul.”

KoKo looked at Wise then back at Vanessa. “Oh, so you on that bullshit again?”

“Yeah, she stay on that bullshit,” Wise said, walking to the bedroom to grab his shit. He realized a nap was not going to be possible.

“What you fussing about? That other bitch again?”

“I don’t see how y’all act like that shit is supposed to be normal.” Vanessa shot back.

KoKo had this conversation with her before, and the last time she had one of her little blowups she almost blew Wise’s cover. “Bitch, play your fucking position. You know what this is. You wifey. Can’t nothing change that. That other bitch is for business.” KoKo mean mugged her. “Check this, you up in here. You don’t have to worry about shit but looking pretty, keeping his house peaceful and fucking this nigga good when he come home. Now you can either continue in the role you are currently in or get the fuck on the block and help him make that money.”

Vanessa looked at KoKo as she tried to process the ultimatum she was just given by her husband’s partner in crime. “I know my role, KoKo,” she said in a calm voice.

“Well then act like it, because your ass is definitely replaceable. Shit. I was taking applications last night,” she said then laughed. “Let’s go, nigga. I ain’t got time to play Dr. Phil up in this muthafucka. I’m outside.” KoKo headed to the door as she mumbled under her breath, “stupid bitches.”

Vanessa stood in the kitchen with her arms folded and steam coming out her ears. She hated when Wise let KoKo get in their shit. But she had to admit, she was right; Wise took care of everything and the only time she found out about shit was when she went looking for it. Wise came from the bedroom carrying an overnight bag.

“I’ll be back in a couple of days,” he said then passed her a fat knot of money. “Behave yourself.” He smiled then leaned in to kiss her lips. Vanessa reluctantly puckered up and returned the kiss.

“That’s it?” she said with sarcasm in her voice.

Wise grabbed his dick and said, “Well, you could have been laid out, but you wanted to fight instead of fuck. So I’ll see you in a couple.” He slammed the door on his way out. Vanessa threw the money up against the door then watched it rain all over the floor. She plopped down on the couch, put her face in her hands, and cried. At that moment, she realized she wasn’t married to him; she was married to the whole fucking organization. She wanted a normal life; she wanted Wise out and vowed to start planning on just that.

KoKo was on the block sitting with Baseem in his BMW. They were strategizing and watching how sexy the block looked when niggas were moving product and taking care of business.

“You see those two niggas over there?” He pointed at two young boys that were so-called running shit.

“Yeah. What’s the M.O.?” she replied.

“They getting big. Got mad heart and they move smart.”

“Anything else?”

“Nothing besides Stokes been talking about he is the next come up. Little nigga a little bigheaded. I think with you being off the streets for the last couple weeks, he getting tough.” Baseem got silent. KoKo let him revel in his last statement.

“Yeah? Well, riddle me this, my nigga. Why didn’t you tell me he said fuck Koko and he don’t know why they got a bitch running things?”