The Pussy Trap (20 page)

“Who the fuck is she? Have you seen her before?” Raul grabbed his dick and squeezed it as he continued to watch.

“Nah, but she is sexy as hell,” Jose said, wanting to go after her himself. But he knew once Raul put the hunt out, they had better stay the fuck back.

“Let me out,” Raul said to Sugar and pushed her away at the same time.

Sugar was mad as hell. Her money was getting ready to walk out the door.

Raul got up and pulled himself together. Walking over to the wet bar, he washed his hands then ran some water over his face and headed to where KoKo was.

When he got up on her, he said in her ear, “What’s up, mommie?” She turned to face him and his green eyes pierced her brown eyes. Koko caught a little tingle. Then she smiled and said, “How may I help you?” as she continued to wind that waist.

“Help me? Oh, okay. You got jokes.” Raul chuckled then said, “You can’t help me. But I can help you with that wind. It usually works better if you got something in place to support it.”

“Is that right? Is that why you just had all those nasty bitches winding up on your dick?” Then she turned her back on him and asked the bartender for another glass of wine. Raul put some money on the counter in an attempt to pay for her drink.

“I got it.”

“That’s okay; I pay for my own shit. I don’t want a nigga thinking I owe him something.” She slid a $100 bill on the counter and said, “Keep the change.” Raul was impressed with the sexy ass woman, cocky as hell, and not trying to fall for his bullshit.

“Is that all?” KoKo said as she was about to walk away.

“Hold up, ma. Let a brother get your number so I can take you out and without all this noise and shit.” Raul was reaching; he never gave a fuck if a bitch wouldn’t bite. He would dismiss her and move on. But it was something about her that intrigued him and he wasn’t letting her get away.

“Nah. Give me your number and I’ll get at you.”

Raul looked at her, smiled, and licked his lips. “Oh, so you’re going to play hard to get?”

“I’m not playing. I am hard to get.” KoKo pointed to the many bitches posted up around the VIP section. “You see them bitches, all they are going to get is a dick and a smile. I want a dick, a smile, and a nigga with an apron on asking me what I want to eat in the morning.”

Raul started laughing. “Give me your phone.” She handed it to him and he entered his number. Yeah, I’ll play along for now.

KoKo took back her phone as he ran his fingers across hers. KoKo thought, Stupid muthafucka. Just then, another song started playing. She used it as another opportunity to let him see her in action. She started to dance again. He got close to her and she said, “Space is needed,” as she moved a little.

“You never know, you might like all this once you try it,” he said, gently caressing his dick.

KoKo looked him up and down. “Do you really get girls with those bullshit lines?” Then looked at him all complex. Raul smiled and licked his lips.

“You like teasing a brother?”

“Not teasing. Just tempting,” KoKo shot back.

“Temptation can be dangerous,” Raul stated, fixing his gaze on KoKo's hips.

She turned and watched as he was caught up in her hip action. “So I've heard, but the anticipation of it all is well worth it,” she said. KoKo briefly stopped dancing then leaned up against him to get the bartender’s attention, signaling for two drinks.

Raul took that opportunity to inhale her scent and was actually pleased. He was turned on because not only did she have a cocky, confident attitude. She looked and smelled edible. And being the pussy eating professional he was, he was always interviewing prospects.

The bartender slid the two drinks to her and Raul picked his up and downed it, slamming the shot glass on the bar. The bartender filled it back up and he downed the next one just as fast as the first then looked at KoKo like she was on the menu. KoKo was trying her hardest to be hard, but it was something about his eyes. She had to quickly run her mission through her mind and remember that this muthafucka is a dead man and she was his assassin. She said, “You did all that to say what? I am not impressed.”

Raul gave her a half-smile. “I didn’t do it to impress you. I just happen to like something hot in my mouth then feel it run smooth down my throat.”

KoKo had to chuckle. This nigga is crazy, she thought to herself. Who the fuck says shit like that to a bitch they don't know? I could be the walking poster child for the good AIDS and this dumb muthafucka wants to put me in his mouth. Well, shit, I ain't no dream killah. If he wants some of this hot KoKo, I'm going to heat him up, then put something hot in him, but it damn sure ain’t going as smooth as he think it will.

KoKo interrupted his fantasy. “Look, I can see you’re interested in a sista and I am damn sure wanting to find out what is hiding behind those eyes, so I'll get with you later.”

“Later, what about right now?” he said without taking his eyes off her. KoKo looked him up and down this time.

“I got shit to do, so I will have to check my schedule and see if I can get you penciled in.”

Raul couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Never in his whole history of trying to get a bitch on his team had he ever been told that they would try to pencil him in. This only made him want to chase her even more.

KoKo could feel the intensity of his stare. She knew she had to hurry up and end it or this little meeting would not be effective. She grabbed her drink, downed it, and slammed it on the bar. Looking him in the eyes she said, “I like the way hard shit hits the back of my throat, too. I'll be in touch.” She pulled out another hundred-dollar bill to pay for the three drinks then turned and walked away, making sure to put a lot of sexy attitude in her walk. She didn’t even need to turn around to see if he was watching because she knew that he was.

Raul stood paused for the first time. Conflicted. He didn't know whether to stand there or go after her. Looking at the bartender, he shrugged his shoulders. The bartender tried to slide the change to him. Raul looked at him as if to say, don't insult me. So the bartender quickly snatched up the money and tucked it away in his pocket. Raul headed back to the booth in an effort to have a good time, but he could not get KoKo out of his mind. He could only hope that she would call because he was definitely going to get that if she gave him half a chance. Shit, he wasn’t no slouch; he knew she would call. Then he vowed I’m going to fuck the shit out her first chance I get.

KoKo called him two weeks later at four in the morning. “What’s up, papi?” Her voice came through the phone, catching Raul off guard because this was the first time he had heard her voice since that night at the club. Plus, he had his baby mother, Maria, over. She had just woke up and was giving him deep throat while he lay back and smoked a blunt.

“What’s up, mommie?” Raul said with a smooth and relaxed tone.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“Nah. I was waiting to hear your sexy voice. What do I owe the pleasure?”

Maria was getting upset that he had the nerve to answer the phone, and then talk to some bitch, so she slid his dick out her mouth and got ready to get off the bed. He grabbed her by the arm and mouthed, “Don’t play. Finish.” She went back to work, attitude and all. She knew not to play with Raul because that nigga was crazy and would fuck a bitch up in a New York minute.

“I told you that I would call and being a woman of my word, hence the phone call.”

“Well, I’m glad you called. I have been thinking about you ever since we met. I want to take you out.” Just then, he felt the urge to cum approaching fast so he motioned to Maria to get on top of him. She climbed on top and slid down on his dick.

“Why don’t you take out the bitch that’s sucking your dick?” KoKo said.

“I took her out already. I want to take you out.”

“What are you doing later?” KoKo asked.

“You. If you let me.” Raul was cocky as hell.

“Well, I think you better make sure you bust a good one because all I’m planning on giving you is some time and conversation.” KoKo’s stomach started to turn as she could hear the woman in the background start to moan out in pleasure.

“I’ll take that for today, sexy lady. What time do you want to meet?”

“I’ll call you later.” KoKo hung up, not giving him a chance to respond. With a grimy look on her face, she spat, “Nasty muthafucka,”

Raul looked at the phone and smiled. “I can’t wait to make her moan.” He flipped Maria over and dug in deep with thoughts of KoKo filling his head. Maria got the fuck of a lifetime and she had KoKo to thank.

****

KoKo had been out with Raul several times and to her surprise, he was a perfect gentleman. This particular night, he had bought KoKo this badass Alberta Ferretti dress and shoes to match. He also threw in a David Yarhman necklace, bracelet, and earrings. KoKo knew she should have gone to the apartment she kept for herself to get dressed, but hey, she figured she didn’t have shit to hide so she got dressed at Kayson’s. She stood in the bathroom in her panties and bra combing her hair and brushing her teeth. She had on Kayson's favorite fragrance and it filled the room. Once he entered, she watched in the mirror as he checked out the things she had on the bed. She could see in his eyes that he wasn’t feeling this little date she was going on with Raul, but it was almost the end. KoKo had found out everything they needed to know, and now all she had to do was make plans to get him to a certain place at a certain time, cut off his phone then complete her part of the mission.

“Be careful, KoKo,” Kayson said. It was fucking with him that he was sending his woman into the next niggas arms. And sooner or later, that nigga was going to try something. She might even have to succumb to a few advances. That thought had him wanting to call the shit off and just do it himself. But the bigger picture kept him calm.

KoKo grabbed him around his neck and tongued him down. Slowly, she unzipped his pants and pulled him close to her. Hopping up on the sink, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled her panties aside and forced him inside her. Kayson welcomed the invite and began to please her.

“See, it’s all yours, Kayson, and only yours,” she said, leaning back, allowing him to hit the bottom.

“Ssssss . . . Shit . . . I know what’s mine. You better not forget.” Sliding out of her, he pulled her down, bent her over the counter, and made her scream his name until she couldn't take any more. He leaned in and whispered, “Remember, don't give that nigga my pussy.” Then he came. Satisfied, KoKo looked back at him and said, “I won't.”

Minutes later, she jumped in the shower, douched, and got dressed. She was running late so she had to hurry.

Raul picked her up at the empty apartment she had set up. Thank God he was late or he would have seen her pulling up. She jumped in his car and they were off. First, they went to eat at a Spanish restaurant, then he took her to a club in Spanish Harlem. They danced and danced and yes, they had a ball. Shit almost got fucked up when she looked up and saw Slim staring at her from a booth he was sharing with this Spanish chick. She quickly told Raul she had to go to the bathroom.

“Shit. Think fast KoKo,” she said to herself, staring in the mirror as she came up with a plan. She washed her hands and headed back to the table. When she got close to the bar, Slim was at the end of the bar right by the bathroom posted up ready to defend his boy. When she got up close, he grabbed her by the hand and said, “Does my nigga know you here with the next man?”

KoKo was going to say something, but Raul was already over there. “Is there a muthafuckin’ problem?”

“You tell me?” Slim reached for his gun. Raul followed suit. KoKo put her hand in both of their chest. She turned to Raul and said, “Let me handle this.”

“You know this muthafucka?” he yelled over the music.

“No, I don’t. It’s just a big misunderstanding,” she said. Grabbing Raul’s gun, she smacked the shit out of Slim. He fell back to the bar. She got up on him, put the gun under his chin, and pulled his head to her. “I'm on a mission, dumb ass. Get the fuck outta here before we have to fill two boxes instead of one,” she said. KoKo was taking a hell of a chance because Slim was a bonifide nut. Being that he saw sincerity in KoKo's eyes, he put his hands up in surrender and said, “You got it.” KoKo moved back, allowing him an opportunity to smooth off, but not without losing eye contact with Raul. It was something about him that he didn’t like, and if her story didn’t check out with the boss, it would be them in boxes by morning.