A Hood Legend (12 page)

Chandra was already on fire, and Menage felt as if he was caressing soft, wet, silky velvet. She began grinding her hips along with the motion of his fingers and he slowly moved his head toward her sex. He could now smell her natural, sweet musky scent and her pubic hairs tickled his chin. He kissed her chocolate inner thighs and lying down on his stomach, wrapped an arm around each of them, holding them apart. She bit her lip and grabbed the headboard when she felt him open her wet lips. He softly licked her from top to bottom. She moaned and arched her back. Soon he was licking her intensely and brought her to a stunning climax by doing things to her clit that he'd never done before. And he eagerly lapped up her creamy nectar. Menage rubbed his sore jaws. Had he worn a watch, he would have been shocked to see that he had been going at it for more than thirty minutes. Chandra was in a sexual daze of pure pleasure. He was about to enter her when she suddenly made him lay on his back and told him to close his eyes.

“Come on, Chandra, I'm 'bout to die,” he pleaded.

“No, close your eyes,” she said with a seductive tone. There was something in her eyes that he had never seen before. He closed his eyes as she straddled him. He felt her swinging nipples against his chest. “I love you so much,” she said into his ear. Taking his throbbing penis, she rubbed it against her wet lips, only letting the head enter her. It was driving him crazy. When he tried to ease himself deeper inside her, she raised up higher. “Be still and keep your eyes closed,” she said kissing him, tasting her juices on his lips and becoming excited. Then he felt her lips and tongue on his chest and wounds. He thought she was going to please him with her hands as she had done once before, but what she did next made him open his eyes with shock and disbelief. He felt her hot breath and tongue on his penis. He wanted her to stop but she said no with her eyes. It was her first time doing it. He had never asked her to, nor did he plan on asking her. She looked in his eyes as her lips locked around his throbbing penis. He tried to speak, but no words would come and he curled his toes.

She slowly lowered her head, taking him deeper into her mouth. She didn't know what to expect; it really was her first time. Her roommate gave her some pointers and even pulled out a porno tape she kept under her bed. She held the base of his hard penis with her right hand and played with his balls with her left. Each time she came up she was careful not to bite him, keeping her teeth away from his skin. She enjoyed the feeling of putting him off guard, and she seemed to lose herself in the new erotic sensation she felt in her mouth. His pre-cum seemed to make her ache for more. She moaned and looked into his eyes as he placed his hand on her head. She was happy to be able to please her man with her new . . . she couldn't think of the right word, but she was enjoying herself. She remembered the tape; she saw one girl take it all the way down her throat—something she wasn't going to try. She sucked him fast, bobbing her head up and down and licking him from top to bottom. Then she lost control, rubbing his penis all over her face. She was totally fascinated by this new act. She moaned as she put his penis back into her mouth.

Menage breathed deeply through his mouth as Chandra continued to suck him. He knew she had no experience but he had no complaints about the feeling she was giving him. “B . . . baby . . . wait . . . stop . . . I'm . . . I'm about to cum,” he said through his clenched teeth. She ignored him as her saliva trickled down toward the base of his penis. saliva trickled down toward the base of his penis. He reached down to stop her, but she pushed his hand away as she felt him twitch inside her mouth. She knew what was going to happen next. Her roommate told her this act was only to be done to a loved one and she decided she'd go for it. She slowed down as he arched his hips into the air and called out her name. The first shot surprised her, but she swallowed and took what he had to offer. She licked him clean and purred like a kitten.

“Baby . . . I need a doctor,” he said trying to catch his breath. Moments later she got on her hands and knees as he entered her. His two hands almost met as he held her around her small waist. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other. The sound of their bodies slapping, flesh on flesh, filled the room.

“I love you, girl,” Menage said as they sat in a black marble hot tub.

“I know,” Chandra said rubbing his shoulders. “What will we name our little girl?”

“Huh? You mean boy. And I haven't really thought about it yet,” he said with his eyes closed.

 

 

Saturday Afternoon

 

 

Lisa stood in front of the mirror putting on lip gloss when Benita walked in and leaned against the edge of the dresser with her arms crossed.

“Why are you getting ready so early? It's only three something.”

“Mind your business, I'm just seeing which gloss looks right . . . so you think the lady that was with him Saturday night at the club was the same one that did your hair?”

“I think so,” Benita said as she sat on the bed. “But like I said, all I saw was the bracelet.”

“Oh, come on, girl, get real . . . and the shit was probably fake. And besides, what's the big deal anyway?” Lisa said wiping the gloss off her lips and reaching for another one.

“Well, nothing, I guess—just another girl, I don't know,” Benita said nonchalantly, but she had a feeling that something was up. She just couldn't piece it together.

“Well, if she was all that, she'd be the one going out with DJ instead of me. Anyway, that was then and this is now.”

“Please!” Benita said. “Hey, I bet DJ don't even know that I know Dwight and Menage.”

“Benita, will you stop? Anyone could've been driving his car that day and for all I know, it might not have even been his, you feel me? And so what if you are right and know some of his friends and one that's half dead and . . .” She caught herself and looked at Benita. “Girl, you know I didn't mean that. I'm sorry.”

“Don't worry about it,” Benita said sounding slightly hurt.

Lisa sat down next to her. “If DJ don't bring it up, I won't speak on it. I really don't see no reason to—do you?”

“Yeah, I feel ya. I'ma chill out today. Can I use your car?”

“Yeah, but please just fill it up this time.”

Benita got up and went back into the living room. She still wanted to see Menage. She had so much to talk to him about.

* * *

Dressed in a cream blazer and matching slacks by Armani, Dwight stepped outside his condo and put on his shades. It was another hot and dry day. Today he had to make his rounds from shop to shop. Tina was already at the main salon doing hair. He locked the door and picked up his briefcase that contained eight thousand dollars in cash and a black calico. There was no word from Felix or Dr. Wilson, but he trusted both of them to inform him of any change in Menage's condition. As he got into his BMW, he wondered if no news really was good news. He pulled out of his driveway and turned up his system as Pete Rock and CL Smooth's “They Reminisce Over You” brought back the good times he shared with Menage.

* * *

Six men sat in a hotel room. Five of them came together to meet Scorpion, their head man who needed a big favor, and so far the meeting wasn't going well.

“I want to do more than just kill Felix; I want him to suffer and I want that shipment he has on his Island that's going to Berlin,” said Scorpion. The five men were hired mercenaries—all with some kind of military training.

One of them spoke up. “How will we go about it, sir? Do you have a plan?” asked Myrmidon, a tall and stocky mercenary.

“Yes,” said Scorpion. “We'll sneak on the island and take that bitch of his. He'll break down, seeing that he can be touched . . . we'll snatch her right out of his hands!” he hissed.

“I like the idea, but I don't think it'll be easy.”

“I know this. But I want it to happen soon—even before my contact in D.C. makes a move.”

“How much will we be paid?” Myrmidon asked, unofficially becoming the speaker for his comrades.

“One million each.” No one said anything, and he took it as an okay sign. “Here is the intel on his island,” Scorpion said handing over a brown folder. “The island, gentlemen, as you see, is by no means small and the estate is on the southernmost point. Intelligence has confirmed that radar is in operation there with a radius of approximately between thirty and fifty miles. We've got one or two options to get our target: First a high altitude, low opening jump, and a helicopter to fly in an hour before the jump to drop off a small PVC raft for our exit once we get the girl. Or, we can go by air and hit the island. I'll let you go over all the information to come up with another possible plan.” They all nodded and one by one, stood up to leave.

Myrmidon stopped and turned to Scorpion. “I say, if we see Felix we should kill him on sight.”

“No, that's not the plan. I want the drugs. We'll get him later.”

“You better hope you're right, Scorpion.”

“Just have your men ready. I'll have everything that will be needed,” Scorpion said. Myrmidon did a flawless about face and walked out of the room followed by his men, leaving Scorpion alone. Making sure they were gone, Scorpion locked the door and went into the bedroom. The petite brunette he had picked up the night before was naked and tied to the bed. Panic overcame her when he entered the room, and she began to yell through the gag in her mouth. It was useless. Scorpion ran his fingers up her leg, stopping at her tangled pubic hairs.

“Shhh,” he said as he started to take off his clothes. “I'll let you go when I get my money's worth. How about a little role play?” he asked.

She closed her eyes as he got on top of her, shoving his erect penis inside of her. She had guys that were crazy before, she thought, as he started to pump, but no one ever left her tied up all night or screwed her without protection. She threw her hips forward to meet his thrust and she moaned when she felt his hand on her breast. Pleasure took over fear. “Mmmm,” she moaned. At least he was paying her well—two hundred bucks. Crazy or not, she was getting her money's worth. She wished he would take the gag out of her mouth so she could breathe better and tell him that she was about to cum. She couldn't remember the last time a john got her off; it was usually a quick blow job and out the door, or some old wind bag grunting on top of her for three to five minutes. And she'd always fake an orgasm to make them happy. Her stomach felt fluttery, as if she was going down a rollercoaster. She shut her eyes.
Please don't stop,
she thought as her head banged against the headboard. She knew he would pull out before he came, but she hoped that she would cum first. She started to tremble. She was relieved when she came, and Scorpion reached his climax seconds later.

Still pumping her steadily, he slid his hand under the pillow behind her head. The orgasm had her weak and filled with pleasure, and the first impact of the five-inch blade going into her side went unnoticed. Scorpion stabbed her with quick, strong jabs while still inside of her. He got up and fell to the floor with the knife in his hand as blood poured from the deep cuts under her right breast.

* * *

Agent Lydia Nansteel, aka Latosha Mandrick, had one thought on her mind when she woke up earlier that morning. How in the hell could she get a lead on the DB-7 or anything with Menage being in a coma? She knew she didn't have much time in Miami, so the first thing she planned to do was stop by the MD Salon. She though that maybe she could pick up something there. She thought of ways to break the ice and get something started. “Miami's all right,” she thought as she took in the sights on her way to the salon. And she was grateful that she at least had an appointment that was being paid for by the FBI.

Everything seemed to be moving at a slow pace. A candy gold Benz pulled up next to her at a stoplight with its top down, playing music so loud it made her rearview mirror tremble. The dark-skinned, bald headed man driving was hunched forward with the steering wheel under his chin. He smiled at her with a mouth full of gold. His passenger was an olive-skinned girl in a bikini top. It really was too hot to wear anything else. When the light changed, the Benz hit a right turn on three wheels. Lydia could only shake her head, figuring the the guy probably had two or three baby's mothers, stayed in the projects, and drove a . . . from the looks of it, the Benz cost more than the ride she had back home.

She parked at MD Beauty Salon next to a BMW 745Li that sat in front of a sign that read H-N-I-C, which stood for Head Nigga In Charge. She was shocked by the lavish set-up of the salon when she walked through the green tinted doors. Had she gone down to the barber shop section, she would have seen the wall covered with hundreds of Jet Beauties, and she would have noticed the picture of herself . . . likes to read, cook, swim and finished second in her class at the FBI academy was listed along with her photo. She took a seat and picked up the latest
Essence
magazine.

A young girl with micro braids came up and asked Lydia to confirm her appointment. A few minutes later, she was seated in a chair getting her hair washed. She had her head laid back and her eyes closed when Dwight walked in and stood with his back to her. She didn't know who he was and she started to doze off.

“So, how many days you need off, Tylisha?” Dwight asked one of the salon workers as he tapped a pen on the edge of the clipboard he was holding.

“Uh . . . 'bout three days, that's all. My cousin finally gettin' married,” Tylisha said combing the woman's hair in her chair.

“Are you sure that's all you'll need?”