ANYTHING 4 PROFIT (ANYTHING FOR PROFIT) (5 page)

She finally decided on a slinky black Prada dress. Twan had dropped a couple of stacks on that dress for her a few months back. It was one-shouldered, and accentuated her best assets. To add a splash of color and set the dress off, she selected a pair off metallic gold, opened toed Jimmy Choos.  They were five inch stilettos, with straps up to her mid-calf. She sat down and put on her shoes first.  Afterwards, not bothering to put on any underwear, she slipped into her dress.                                                

             “Meka, there’s somebody at the door for you,” hollered Glo from the living room.

Meka glanced at her diamond encrusted Cartier watch, which was another gift from Twan, and saw that it was nine o’clock.             

             “Ok mama, I’m comin’!” yelled Meka.  She sprayed herself with expensive, exotic scented perfume, and headed for the living room. When she stepped out there and saw Twan’s face, immediately she knew she had made the right wardrobe decision.                                                                                      

             “Damn, girl!  You lookin’ sexy as hell!” exclaimed Twan.                               

             “Thank you, daddy. I wanted our time together this weekend to be unforgettable,” said Meka, with a sly little smile on her face.                                           

             “Come here, girl.  Let me get a taste of them lips real quick.”                                    

              Meka walked over to Twan, and hugged his 6 foot 2 inched frame.  He bent down and slipped his tongue in her mouth, and sucked on her lips.  Her scent was intoxicating to him. 

 Meka became aroused, and her nipples fought to break through the soft fabric of her dress.  She pulled her head back, and said, “Let’s go, daddy. I’m starving.”  She massaged his dick over his pants, and wondered if he caught the double meaning of her words.

Twan nodded, adjusted his stiff dick, and smiled. On the way to the car, he smacked Meka on her soft, round ass, and noticed that she was panty-less.  That only excited him more. He honestly wanted to skip the restaurant, and head straight to the house.  But he wanted to make the night special for his lady.

Inside the car, Twan put on some old school Jodeci.
“Every time I close my eyes, I wake up feeling so horny.  I can’t get you outta my mind, sexing you is all I need. I would do anything just to make you understand me - I don’t give a damn about nothing else, freakin’ you is all I need.”

             “Oh, you thinkin ‘bout freakin’ me tonight?” asked Meka.                              

             “Damn right,” replied Twan.                                                                              

             “Well guess what, daddy.  Tonight, your wish is my command.”  She gave him a smile that cemented her intentions. 

$$$

              At 9:33 P.M. Twan pulled up at the Red Dragon, an upscale Mandarin Chinese restaurant. They had the best oriental food in the upstate of South Carolina. Twan parked the car and put the top back up, and then he killed the ignition. When he opened the custom doors, they slid up, instead of out like every other car in the parking lot. An elderly white woman who was leaving the restaurant just stared with her mouth ajar, probably thinking she’d just been transported into the future.

              Once inside the restaurant, Twan chose a table away from the crowd.  He wanted them to have a little privacy. The tables in the restaurant were candlelit, adding a soft, warm effect to the establishment. Twan knew that would only enhance their dining experience. 

Their waiter soon arrived at their table, and handed them both menus.  They ordered appetizers to start out with, and glasses of white wine. 

            The couple made small talk, and exchanged sexually charged glances amidst the sensual oriental ambiance of the restaurant until their food arrived.  When the waiter returned with their orders, he refilled their glasses with chardonnay. 

Twan and Meka were eating, when over walked Rico, one of Twan’s workers.  Rico had his main girl with him.  Her name was Tasha.                                                                

             “What it is, Twan?” asked Rico.                                                                        

             “Ain’t shit, Rico, just enjoyin’ a lil’ time out with my ol’ lady, ya heard?”     

             “Hey Twan,” said Tasha.                                                                               

             “What’s up, Tasha, what’s good?”                                                                 

              “I’m good.  But you obviously ain’t,” replied Tasha, looking directly at Meka. “Not when you fuckin’ with them 2-5 bitches.”                                                                                 

             Meka put her fork down, and said, “Hold up, you frog lookin’, STD infested, broke ass slut.  The next time you call me a bitch, you better be ready to fight,
bitch
!  Don’t hate on the District just because all you Fieldcrest bitches get A.I.D.S. while we get money!” exclaimed Meka, loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear.

              “Only reason half y’all bitches be gettin’ any bread is ‘cause you suck and fuck for it,” retorted Tasha.

    Meka lunged across the table at that bitch with a fork in her hand.  Her plan was to stab her in the face with it, but Twan held her back.  She knocked over their drinks in the process.                                                                                               

              “Rico, get ya’ girl, homey! I don’t even appreciate her comin’ over here wit’ that bullshit, disrespectin’ my lady while we out tryna have a good time.”                                                                           

             “That’s my bad, Twan. I just came over to discuss a lil’ business wit’ you real quick.”                                                                                                                     

             “Get at me Monday, my nigga.  During business hours.  This weekend right here is already reserved,” stated Twan, glancing at Meka.                                                                                                        

             “Bet it up. Come on, Tasha,” Rico said, snatching her by the arm.

            “Nigga, don’t be snatchin’ on me! I ain’t no muh’fuckin’ doll!”  Tasha looked like she was fuming on their way out of the restaurant. 

             A few minutes later, Twan noticed Meka wasn’t eating.  He asked, “What’s wrong, Meka?  Why you ain’t eatin’ the rest of your food?”                                                                                                                         

             “That frog lookin’ bitch done spoiled my appetite,” said Meka, with a frown on her face.  She just sat there playing with her food with her fork.                                                                                                                    

             “Come on, baby, it ain’t that serious.”                                                                                              

              On any other night, Twan would’ve been right. But it wasn’t the comments that Tasha made that had Meka so upset. It was the fact that her and Rico would be able to say that she was the last person seen with Twan while he was still alive.  But she told herself it wouldn’t matter.  Meka was ruthless when it came to men, so she dismissed those second thoughts fast. That nigga Twan was on the list, and it was going down. 

She said, “Daddy, to be honest with you, I’m ready to go.  Let’s get outta here so I can go ‘head and feed you yo’ dessert.”  Meka licked her glossy lips, knowing that drove Twan out of his mind.                                  

          Just as she expected, he said, “Fuck it, lets ride.” He dropped a crisp hundred dollar bill on the table to pay for the $72 meal, and cover a hearty tip. 

They exited the restaurant, and headed to the car.  After they got in, Twan peeled off toward his house.

Chapter 4

As soon as Meka and Twan walked through the door of his house, they were all over each other like two wild animals in the jungle. Twan de-activated the security system, and he was so preoccupied with Meka he forgot to turn it back on after he shut the door.  Meka peeped this, and smiled to herself. 

Her performance as Twan’s leading lady gave Oscar winning actresses a run for their money.  But one thing she never had to fake with him was sex. When he ripped her little dress off and put his hand between her thighs, he discovered that she was already dripping wet. She was ready.  His excitement showed through his pants. He fumbled with his belt, anxious to get inside of her.

  Finally, with Meka’s help, he got his pants undone and let them drop to the floor.  Fully erect, he picked Meka’s small but voluptuous frame up, and entered her roughly. 

   She clawed his shoulders, and screamed, “Oh my God!”  His landing was rough, but she took it.  Meka moaned and cried, “Fuck me, Twan.  Fuck me, daddy. I wanna feel that dick, baby!  Give it to me!”

She wrapped her thick brown legs around Twan’s waist.  Twan was pretty average sized, and he was trying to bang Meka’s back out, but she acted like it wasn’t enough.  She screamed, “Harder! Harder, daddy! I wanna feel it!” 

Twan obeyed, and thrust himself inside of Meka even harder.  Both of them were sweating profusely.  It was too much.  He yelled, “Oh shit, baby!  I can’t hold it, Meka, I’m ‘bout to bust!  Aahh, I swear!  I’m ‘bout to bust!”                              

           Meka sucked on his earlobe, and said, “Bust that nut in me, daddy. I wanna feel it up in my guts.”

  As soon as she said that, Twan released his load inside of her. When she felt his penis softening, Meka caressed him and cooed, “Now let’s go upstairs, so I can get you back hard, daddy.”                                                                                                      

             After he caught his breath, Meka grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to the master bedroom. As he ascended the lavish carpeted steps behind her, Twan could see his sticky semen sliding down her inner thighs.

              Once inside the bedroom, Meka dropped to her knees and began giving Twan some brain.  She used techniques she had seen in a few porno movies.  She worked on his dick slowly, licking it and kissing it, all the while inhaling the musty scent of his sweaty balls.  Seeing that it was taking him a minute to get back up, she decided to try a different strategy.  She took Twan’s meat out of her mouth, and positioned herself behind him, while still on her knees.  She spit saliva into her right hand, and then Meka did something she had never done before.  She placed her face between Twan’s buttocks, and started licking his asshole, simultaneously using her hand full of spit to jack him off.  She felt him jump with surprise, but she could tell he liked it.

 Twan would have never let her put anything up his ass, but he had to admit he liked the rim job Meka was giving him.  In fact, it was driving him crazy. In seconds, he was hard again, and ready to bust before he knew it. 

Meka could tell he was close to the edge, so she worked her hand even faster. She still had her face buried between his ass cheeks, tornado tongue twirling his hole. The tickling sensation was driving him mad. That nigga had his toes curled. 

“Goddamn, Meka, you killin’ me, girl!” Twan yelled.

Meka stopped working his shaft, and gently squeezed his balls. That pushed him over the edge.  Spurts of semen skeeted wildly from his dick.  Twan closed his eyes, and mumbled Meka’s name over and over again, like he was in a trance.  Damn, no woman had ever made him feel that way. He wanted to marry that girl.