TYCE (14 page)

Tasha listened intently as he vented. She didn’t gamble but she knew better than to throw away a lottery ticket. Omar tried to keep his business from her but the voice recorder she’d hid in the pool house kept her in the know. Plus she wasn’t blind, shit she lived with the nigga she could tell he was tired of Tyce being “
Batman”
and him being “
Robin.”

“Damn, that’s fucked up baby he didn’t even ask if you was cool with the shit. I thought ya’ll was supposed to be tight like brothers. You been having his back for years and he jus’ gon add some new people to the mix! Fuck Tyce, he treatin' you like a stepchild baby. I didn’t want to say nothin’ ‘cuz it aint my place…but he been holding you back for a while now.”

She placed her mouth in front of his. Omar’s full nostrils caught the scent of minty vodka as she slowly chewed her gum.

“You're smart and dangerous, now that’s a helluva combination. I recognized that when I first met you. If Tyce don’t see that…then that’s his fuckin’ problem.” She sighed.

Omar kept his head steady as she lectured. She gently stroked his ego like a dick, causing them both to swell at the same time, “Baby if you wanna make some moves you can’t wait for someone to let you by.” Omar listened as Dr. Tasha spoke; he loved the psychology that spilled from her scarlet red lips.

“Hmmm, you right baby. I gotta do me…but I

need to be smart about it ‘cuz Tyce aint retarded. I jus’ gotta wait for the right time.”

“Exactly O. You’ll know when the time is right, when your opportunity comes…take it.” Tasha coached. “Jus’ promise me you won’t forget about me when you all rich and shit.” She seriously joked.

Omar traced his finger over her nipple, “As much as you trip on a nigga, if I was gonna leave yo ass I woulda done it already.” He smiled.

The foreplay was over. Tasha loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans reaching inside for her friend. Omar put his hands in the air like he was being arrested. With her dress hiked up, she slid her thong to the side taking full custody of her prisoner. He surrendered as she handcuffed his dick with her tight pussy.

Mission accomplished, fuck Tyce…but not right now.

Did You See That?

      Angelique opened the door for the gentleman from the rental car company. For a moment, he just stood there gazing at her. She was wearing a sexy orange two-piece Brazilian cut bathing suit. The young man wasn’t expecting a model to open the door seeing as how the reservation was for a man. He regained his focus and gave his vocal cords a jump start.

“Ummm yes, is Mr. Adkins available please?”

“Sure come on in, I’ll get him.” Angelique replied flattered.

Angelique turned and walked away she could feel his young brown eyes staring at her assets as she climbed the stairs. The boy was struggling to remain professional so he switched his outlook and inspected the shiny floors instead. Angelique walked through the open door to Tyce’s room.

“Hey, they rental car people are here.” She reported.

“Cool, they right on time.”

Tyce’s eyes did exactly what the guest down stairs did as Angelique came in. He could also appreciate the site of a beautiful woman dressed to get wet. The messenger pretended not to notice and just continued switching her ass as she left the room. Tyce grabbed his bag and was happy to follow her out.

“Wasup man, how you doin’?” Tyce asked coming down the steps.

“I’m fine Mr. Adkins, thanks for asking. We have the car you reserved outside I just need your signature on a few pages here.”

Tyce noticed that the young man appeared a little nervous. He was not making eye contact for very long and kept looking at the floor like he dropped something.

“You ok?” Tyce asked with concern.

Surprised by the question he answered, “Yes sir, I’m fine.”

Tyce took the clipboard from the boy and signed on the highlighted areas. The boy was handsome and looked like he just turned 18 an hour ago. His eyes just kept moving to Tyce’s face, then back to the floor.

“Thank you Mr. Adkins, if you don’t mind we can step outside to look the vehicle over before I leave.”

Tyce gave the dude a confused look then he put two and two together. He could hear Angelique behind him moving about the house. The young man was trying not to look at her for fear of being disrespectful. Tyce smiled at him and admired his mannerism.

He placed a hand on his shoulder, “It jus’ means you have good taste man…relax. Shit I was lookin’ jus’ like you a minute ago, shit I couldn’t help it.” He confessed. “Now let’s go outside and both look at this car.”

Tyce returned from outside ten minutes later and made his way to the pool. The California sun was beaming and the pool looked especially inviting but not as inviting as Angelique. The pool and the weather paled in comparison to Angelique’s honey brown body gliding through the water. She swam to the edge and lifted herself out. Her birthday suit had a million beads of water on it like a windshield on a rainy day. The bikini was dismissed and laying on a patio chair. He’d never seen her naked before. One thing was certain…Angelique wasn’t shy and she had every reason
not
to be. She walked over to Tyce letting the breeze dry her body.

“Well well well happy birthday.” Tyce said hugging her damp body.

“You're crazy, and today’s not my birthday.” She giggled.

“It should be.” He replied.

Neither Angelique nor Tyce moved an inch; they just stood there and looked at each other. Tyce placed his hands on her hips and tightened his grip bringing her body closer to his. He couldn’t resist anymore, he gently grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth. He sucked it soft and then harder as his passion grew. Their mouths opened up and their tongues fought like “
Ali”
and “
Frazier”
. Her tiny hand cupped the back of his neck as she tilted her head to the side. Warm air from his nostrils brushed her cheek as Tyce exhaled deeply. Their kiss intensified as Angelique worked her moist tongue like a ceiling fan on high. Their lips instantly became best friends who hated to be apart, seconds grew into minutes as the two continued to passionately assault each other. Their lips finally parted and they just stood there staring at each other, at the same time they both smiled like they were taking a school picture and started to laugh.

      “Uuummm yeah I’ll jus’ ahhh…see you        later.” Tyce stammered.

“Yeah, I’ll be here…soooo yeah…ok.” Angelique uttered still holding the back of his neck.

Tyce walked toward the house and looked back like he was leaving his new car in the parking lot. Angelique looked at him like a picture in an art gallery…taking in every square inch.

Thinkin’ Of A Master Plan

    
Things were about to change for me. They were changing because I wanted them to. I was about to jump into some heavy shit, not that I wasn't in deep shit before but this was a little different. I robbed and merked niggas that wouldn't call the holice for nothing. Now with taking a bank the law was definitely involved. Sitting in the barber’s chair my mind was working overtime. On top of that, it wasn't just me and O this time, I had a whole crew depending on me. My plan was tight as frog’s pussy, and that shit was waterproof, I was just praying my crew could handle it. As Malik expertly lined up my edges my thoughts took a right turn in Angelique's direction. I smiled to myself as Malik nudged my head down so he could get the back of my neck. I replayed the pool episode in my mind like an old favorite movie. Now I'd seen more naked women than a gynecologist and turned down pussy like a white banker looking at a black person's loan application. But for some reason I had virgin pupils when I looked at Angelique's wet body. Trying to play it cool was not an option at that moment; I just let it do what it do. I was beginning to get real comfortable around her. The shit that tripped me out was the fact that she'd been there for a while now and I wasn't the least bit tired of her. In fact it was the opposite...I actually looked forward to seeing her every day. We didn't have to be in the same room and shit, ‘cuz a nigga still needs space but just knowing she was in the house gave me comfort. I never felt that shit before and to be honest it kinda fucked me up…but in a good way.

Malik tapped me on the shoulder and unsnapped the collar from my neck. I stood up and gave him a pound thanking him for his services. I didn't need the mirror ‘cuz Malik always did me right. The shop was quiet that day, just a few niggas I aint never seen before. But one grimy dude in the corner was looking like he had something to say,

"Yo Malik, you charged me 15 dollars last week for my edge up! And I know this nigga aint have an appointment ‘cuz you told me you wasn't even gonna be here today. Why this nigga jus’ give you a pound and you all courteous and shit!" He challenged.

I started to say somethin’ but Malik cut in front in my words,

"When
you
start paying me three hundred

every month whether you’re in my chair once or five times, you won't hafta ask those dumb ass questions!" My barber yelled back.

I adjusted my shirt and put on my sunglasses, I chuckled at Malik and walked toward the door but I just couldn't resist,

"I woulda charged yo ass a thousand dollars to cut that nappy ass lawn. You need to fertilize that shit." I advised playfully.

The whole shop erupted in laughter as I stepped through the door. Niggas are funny I thought to myself. I hopped in my rental car and sped off from the curb, rental cars helped me blend in when I went into the city, especially when I knew niggas were looking for me. I was heading toward the heart of the city to see if I could spot Lil’ Flash doing his thing. I wanted to thank him personally for looking out for me. I rounded the corner of Slauson and Cimarron and saw Flash walking across the street; I beeped the horn to get his attention. Flash slowed up and turned around squinting to see who I was. His eyes relaxed when he realized it was me in the “
Dodge
Charger
,” I pulled up close to him and motioned for him to get in.

"What up Tyce, good to see you still here!" He said as he slid inside."You been alright?"

"Always my nigga. That shit aint nuthin’ I can't

handle but thanks for pullin' my coat tail to it." I said.

Flash sat back in the seat and raised up his shirt revealing the handle on his gun, "Jus’ holla if you need us."

I smiled at his bravery but knew he was serious, "I appreciate that, but this shit is personal. You played your part and I'm thankful. Anyway wasup with you these days?" I asked changing the topic.

"Shit, I'm good, jus’ runnin’, you know how it is.

"Yeah I know, you look a lil’ stressed youngsta you sure you ok?" I quizzed.

He sighed and adjusted his hat, "I jus’ been thinkin’ and shit lately. Man it's getting harder and harder to hit these blocks, I'm startin’ to look at shit differently; I see these niggas out here workin’ hard as fuck for nuthin’...and I'm one of em. It aint no 4O1k in this line of work and I'm startin' to see the effects of this shit on people. I noticed it before but the shit never bothered me." Flash confessed.