Carl Weber's Kingpins (5 page)

“Then why are you so mad? You are so good at pretending that you don't care, but I know you, Bones. I watch you, and I know—”

“Yeah, and I know you too. And the one thing that I know for sure is, if you don't back the fuck up and stop talking this shit, I'ma lay yo' ass out on this floor. I'm sure Nate won't appreciate my actions, but you ain't leaving me with many choices.”

Alexis took heed to my warning. She knew I was a doer, not a talker.

She swung her long hair back, then plopped back into her seat. Giving a toast to herself, she picked up the glass of alcohol. “Happy Fucking Birthday to me.” She guzzled the liquid down, then slammed the glass on the table. “What a fucked-up night. Yo' ass sitting here with an attitude, and that ho-ass nigga of mine can't stay out of these bitches' faces. I'm sick and tired of the goddamn disrespect.”

There she go with that shit again. I swear I wanted to knock the fuck out of her. But since her attention was now on Nate, I passed. She wasn't playing with him tonight. As he stood whispering in another chick's ear, Alexis walked up to him and smashed his face with a huge chunk of her birthday cake. She embarrassed the fuck out of him, especially when she also slapped his face with a beer can that busted open and splashed all over him. Plenty of people laughed, and as many shook their heads, he pulled Alexis by her hair, dragging her out of the club. As always, the security guards didn't do shit. I wanted to intervene, but I kept thinking . . . That's what her ass gets.

“He shouldn't be doing her like that,” one chick said. “That's a damn shame!”

“She's the one who started it,” another said, defending Nate's actions. “That was on her.”

“Wrong is wrong, and a man should never put his hands on a woman.”

I agreed, but only to a certain extent. I listened to all of the opinions, but had come to my own conclusion. Both of them were wrong. They deserved each other.

I stayed for a while longer. Mingled with the ladies and kicked it with the fellas. By the time I left, rain was pouring down. I pulled my cap down further to cover my waves, and when I got to my car, Red stood by the driver's door, soaking wet. Her breasts were clearly visible through the thin shirt. It clung to her body, showing her hard nipples. The short skirt did nothing to prevent rain from wetting her legs, and her face was drenched.

“You are not going to believe this,” she said, squinting and blinking rain from her long lashes. “I got a flat tire. I was getting ready to go back inside, but then I saw you coming.”

“You're right. I don't believe you. Quit tripping and go home.”

I politely moved Red away from my door, causing her to stumble a bit in her high heels.

“Playing? I'm serious!” she shouted. “I helped you, and you damn well better help me.”

I didn't like her tone. Yelling at me wasn't going to help her in no way. “Bring it down or else. Show me this flat tire, and for your sake, I hope you ain't lying.”

Red sighed and walked away. I cautiously followed and turned my head in many directions, closely observing my surroundings. I could see her car from a short distance, but as we walked past the building, Red veered to the right. She stood next to the building where I could barely see her.

“Come here,” she said softly. “I want to show you something.”

“The only thing you'd better be showing me is a flat tire.”

“I'll show you that in a minute. For now, stop being so afraid of me and come here. Why you keep on trying to be so hard?”

In no way was I afraid of Red, and after all that had happened to me, I didn't have to pretend to be hard. Thing is, I wasn't sure what the fuck she was up to. It was still raining hard, and her ass was out here playing games. I stepped forward and saw her unbuttoning her shirt. She then dropped her skirt to her ankles. No panties. No nothing, but a whole lot of Hershey's beautiful chocolate.

“Forgive me. I'm a liar.” Her tone softened again. “My car is fine, but I still need your help. I can't stop thinking about you fucking me again. In order for my urge to go away, I need to feel you deep inside of me. If I have to beg you not to walk away, I will. I will get on my knees and do whatever you want me to do.”

This bitch was crazy. Crazy as fuck. But as she slowly kneeled and began to massage herself with gobs of mud, my muthafucking ass got turned on. I didn't dare move—the only thing moving was my dick growing to new heights. Water dripped from the brim of my hat, so I squinted to watch her unique performance. I damn sure didn't want anyone to interrupt, so I moved closer to the building that was now blocking me. Red stood, then came to me with a condom dangling from the corner of her mouth. She backed me against the wall, and then yanked my sweats down to my ankles. My hard dick slapped her in the face, but she laughed as she used her mouth to ease the condom on. Her sucks were very intense. Soft, then hard. Deep, then deeper. My dick shaved against the back of her throat, and my legs buckled when she almost swallowed all of me. I tore my jacket away from my chest. Pulled my T-shirt over my head. My cap was tossed in the mud, and as my lengthy steel was thrusting fast in and out of her mouth, damn near knocking any and all plaque from her teeth, I was almost defeated. My legs weakened. I jerked myself back to prevent myself from firing off.

Like a slithering snake, Red pressed her muddy body against mine. My dick was ready for some more action, and as I lifted her to my hips, my weak knees wouldn't allow me to hold her. We slipped, fast. I did my best to secure her in my arms, but we still landed in the muddy puddle behind us. Red laughed, then wrapped her soft, long legs around my back.

“Shame on you,” she said, appearing to enjoy herself. “Look at what you did.”

“I ain't done nothing yet. But I'm getting ready to.”

She threw her arms around my broad shoulders, and as I positioned my dick at the moist entrance of her hole, I finally cracked the code. She gasped. Moaned. Held her breath, and latched her pussy on to me so I wouldn't move at a fast pace. I already suspected that I was too much for her to handle. By the third or fourth stroke, she formed a high arch in her back and squeezed her eyes together. She bit into her lip, then started to slowly grind her hips. To my rhythm. My beat. One that I was sure she could hang with.

“Mmmmmm, Bones, you just don't know how this feeeeeeels. My pussy has been wanting, needing, craving you for a loooong time. Looooong time, but I'ma need—”

I crept my hand over her mouth to quiet the noise. This was my show. I damn sure didn't need a woman to tell me how to make my moves. I removed Red's arms from my neck, then lifted her slippery legs over my shoulders. I could feel mud rolling down my back, but the heavy rain quickly washed it away. My dick was pushed in as far as it could go, stuffing her pussy to full capacity. She could barely catch her breath. I pressed her knees against her chest and began to grind and thrust faster inside of her. She grunted. Screamed. Whined.

“Ooooh, shit . . . Please, please, help me. My pussy can't take this beating. I . . . I'm about to cooooommme.”

I helped her sweet juices flow by tickling her clit with the tips of my fingers and pounding into her cage simultaneously. Her nipple was in my mouth, and her hands massaged the solid muscles all over my now-muddy body. I felt her legs shaking on my shoulders; then they dropped into the puddle. We were caught up in the moment. She breathed in, I breathed out. Our gaze was locked. She then lifted her head, attempting to kiss me. I rejected it.

“I want to taste your tongue,” she moaned.

I moved my head from side to side, then reached for her arm. “Turn around,” I said. “We ain't done yet.”

Red turned in the slop underneath us. I cracked her code from the back. Her pretty ass slapped against my thighs, and I gripped her meaty cheeks in my hands. I could barely hold on. She was moving too fast. With her cheeks being so slippery, I had to let go. This time, I watched the rain pounce on her back while I tackled her on my knees. Mud splashed all over us, and after a while, we said to hell with it. We rolled in that shit, with her eventually on top, giving me a ride I could force to the back of my mind, but wouldn't be able to forget. I didn't know how either of us would drive home, but we managed to put on our clothes and jet as is. By the time we made it to her crib, the mud had dried on our skin, making it real stiff. We cleaned up in the shower, but fucked again before shutting it down for the night. Red was sound asleep, but I lay wide awake puffing on a cigar and staring at an annoying-ass ceiling fan that was squeaking. I turned to look at her, and minutes later, I got my clothes out of the dryer and left. I hitched a ride with a black man going in my direction to pick up my car.

What a night! I didn't know if I had been dreaming or not, especially when I woke up and saw that Bones had left. I could still smell a hint of his masculine cologne, though, and my coochie was real tender from the shit he spun on me. He didn't even have to do a bitch like that. Damn!

At first, I was so afraid that he would crack my face again. After flipping me that quarter, I was done. Then, Nate came in the back where I was and coaxed me to hang in there. Said that it would pay off for me. He damn sure was right about that. The money that he'd given me was right on time. However, what Bones delivered made this little plan so worth it.

But, unfortunately for me, I was starting to catch feelings for this nigga. I liked his ass, for real. I was concerned about my feelings getting in the way. I just didn't see where I could ever try to drug him, and then feel good about it. Behind all that hardness, he seemed . . . nice. He came off as someone who was hurt before and was very cautious of the females he fucked with. I was lucky to have gotten this far with him. I hoped to get even further. At this point, I wasn't so sure if Nate would come out on the losing end or not. I was seriously considering taking the money and running.

By eight o'clock in the morning, Nate was already ringing my phone and texting me. I was in the tub, relaxing with a whole lot of bubbles surrounding me and thinking about my muddy fuck session with Bones. That was some wild and crazy shit. I didn't think he would participate, but I suspected that I would have to try something out of the norm in order for him to make a move.

I answered my cell phone and listened to Nate yell at me about not answering sooner.

“My name ain't Alexis, so calm the fuck down,” I said. “I just woke up, and I needed to take a hot bath before I did anything else.”

“Why's that? Did you fuck him last night? Or did you allow that other stripper to do it?”

“She didn't have anything coming, and we both know that she's not his type. For the record, I did fuck him last night. He just left my place this morning.”

I gave Nate explicit details. I could tell he was jealous. I didn't get why he secretly despised Bones so much, but if I asked, I was sure he wouldn't tell me.

“I don't believe you. Bones wouldn't do no shit like that, so stop living in a fantasy world. He's too private. The thought of anybody seeing y'all would've been on his mind.”

“I have no reason to lie to you. If you'd like to come over here and measure the increase in the size of my pussy, feel free. I'm thoroughly enjoying myself with him, and believe me when I say we didn't care if anyone was watching us. Besides, we were next to the building where very few people can park. I made sure of that.”

Nate was quiet, which meant he was pondering and scheming some more. I didn't know why he felt as if he could trust me. There was a chance that I would make this shit backfire on him.

“Did he tell you his real name yet?”

“Nope.”

“Did he kiss you yet?”

“Nope. We came real close, but not yet.”

“Then he ain't feeling you like he needs to be feeling you. Don't keep throwing the pussy at him all the time. Do something special for the nigga. Tap into his heart and make him believe that you really care about him. You know how y'all bitches do it.”

I clicked the end button to disconnect my call with him. He irked the fuck out of me. How dare he ask for a favor, and then think it was okay to keep dissing me. I guess he didn't realize that I had the balls, yes, Bones's balls, in my court.

Nate called back, and after the third time, I answered. “What do you want?”

“I want you to listen up and stop tripping off shit I say to you. Bones will be shooting hoops today at the Civic Center. Did he give you his number yet?”

“Nope.”

“Bye, bitch. I'ma get somebody else on this nigga 'cause the only thing yo' ass interested in is laying on yo' back.”

“You can do whatever you wish, but remember this. I have the majority of your money in my pocket. If you want it to go to waste, fine, go find somebody else to do your dirty work. There will be no hard feelings, because with or without your money, Bones and me still gon' be hooking up.”

This time, Nate hung up on me. I wasn't sure what his next move would be, but I was sure that I was going to stop by the Civic Center to see Mr. Bones.

Since it was Sunday, I didn't feel like working. I wasn't sure what time Bones would be at the Civic Center, but by three o'clock in the afternoon, I was dressed to impress in a yellow stretch minidress that went well with my cocoa skin. I sported gold accessories and a black and gold belt was around my waist. My natural hair sat high on my head and had been sprayed with a little sheen. I glistened my lips with nude gloss, dolled up my lashes with thick mascara, then slipped into my boots. I definitely had style, and before I walked out of the door, I grabbed my short leather jacket.

I didn't know how long Bones had been at the Civic Center, but just as Nate had said, his car was parked outside with a few other cars. I was kind of nervous about going inside, but I already had my lie together, just in case he questioned me.

I walked into the Civic Center and saw a few kids swimming in an Olympic-sized pool to my left. To the right, I could hear a basketball thumping hard on the floor and several masculine voices sounded off. I went to the doorway to look inside and instantly became breathless. Bones had on a pair on hanging B-ball shorts and a black wife beater. The tats all over his arms and across his back made him look sexy as hell. His waves were lined to perfection, and his facial hair was trimmed well. I loved the narrowness of his serious eyes, and as I watched him play ball with two other dudes, I found myself in a trance. I could see his bulge through his shorts, and when he removed his wife beater to wipe his sweat, I wanted to crawl to that nigga and praise his good looks. If Nate thought I was going to help him do away with all this fineness, he was sadly mistaken. Fuck that shit.... The deal was definitely off!

I had been standing there for almost thirty minutes before Bones ever saw me. When he did, he tossed a chest pass to his nerdy friend that I'd seen him with quite often. His brows arched inward, and he wiped across his lips before coming my way. I walked further into the large gym and stood by several bleachers.

“What's up?” he said in a nasty tone. “How you know I was here? Are you following me or something?”

“No, I'm not. I stopped by your house to see if you wanted to check out a movie with me. Your grandmother told me you were here. Since I was still in the neighborhood, I stopped by to holla.”

“Bones,” his friend yelled, “are you gon' finish the game or not?”

He turned around and held up his finger. “Give me a minute. I'm coming.” He looked at me. “You didn't stop by my house, and my grandmother didn't tell you shit. When I'm done playing, I want the truth.”

He jogged away to resume his game. I sat on the bleachers admiring the heck out of him and thinking hard about another lie I could tell him. Then again, why not just tell him the truth?

Bones was in no rush to get at me. He played several more games and didn't finish for at least another hour or so. I could've left, but bored I was not. I enjoyed seeing him hoop. He'd definitely missed his calling as a NBA player. He wasn't as tall as many of them, but he damn sure had some moves. He slapped hands with his friends and the nerdy one saluted him on his way out. He also spoke to me.

“I'm Theo,” he said, shaking my hand. “Be easy on my boy, all right?”

I laughed and watched as Theo walked away. Bones and another older man headed my way.

“Is this you?” the older man said to Bones, referring to me.

“Naw, she's just a friend. But then again, maybe after tonight, she won't be.”

I playfully rolled my eyes and blew off his comment. The older man advised us to have a safe evening and left. Bones tossed his wife beater over his shoulder. He stood in front of me, cracking his knuckles.

“Are you ready to tell me why you're here and how you knew I was here too?”

“I will tell you, only if you agree to go to the movies with me. I'll tell you while we're in my car.”

Bones walked around me and headed toward the exit. I followed behind him, even though he was moving fast.

“A'ight,” I said. “Slow down and wait.”

He didn't stop until he reached his car. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed, muscles bulging. “Thirty seconds, then I'm out. Go.”

My eyes shifted to the ground, then back to him. I released a deep sigh, then spoke. “I—”

He opened the door and got inside of his car. “You took too long. Gotta go.”

Before I could say anything, he closed the door and sped off. I didn't know if I should've been mad or laughed at his actions. This nigga was a trip. I figured he was heading home to shower and change clothes. And when I drove off the parking lot, he appeared to be driving in the direction of his house. He knew I was behind him, but then we got stuck in traffic because the police had several streets blocked. Numerous people were standing around. I lowered my window to ask a lady on the corner what had happened. She informed me that a teenager had gotten shot. I shook my head, said a silent prayer, and waited for about thirty minutes until the police directed several cars in another direction. By then, Bones had beat me to his house. When I got there, he was standing on the porch tying his tennis shoes. His head shot up; then he cocked his neck from side to side. He smooth walked his way to my car, presenting so much swag. He bent over to look inside the window.

“I can already tell that you gon' be a pain in my ass.”

“And I can tell that you really like me, but you prefer to be an asshole. Now, please get in the car so I can finish what I was about to say.”

“What you say don't matter. You already admitted to being a liar, and now I won't believe anything you say.”

“That's fine and dandy. So with that being said, will you please get in the car?”

“I don't like to see women begging, so—”

Bones opened the door and got inside. I could see his grandmother peeking out the window. When she saw me looking at her, she opened the curtains wider. I started to mention it to Bones, but I kept her overprotectiveness to myself.

As I drove off, he lowered the visor to look in the mirror. While brushing his waves, I started to answer his question from earlier.

“I drove by your house earlier and didn't see your car. I didn't stop, but to my surprise, I saw your car parked on the Civic Center's parking lot. I started to keep it moving, but then I wanted to see you again. Been thinking a lot—too much about you—so I went inside to see what was up. That there is the truth.”

Bones flipped up the visor, and then put his brush back in his pocket. He looked over at me, didn't dare smile. “Bullshit. Next question. Where are you taking me?”

“How you gon' call me a liar and—”

He reached over and placed his hand over my mouth. “Let it go. Where are you taking me?”

He removed his hand. I changed the subject by answering his question. “I would like to go to the movies. But you over there acting like you really don't want to be here. Why are you so cold like that, and must you always be so serious? I mean, damn. I have barely seen you smile.”

“What movie?”

He was cut and dry. I just shook my head before pulling the car over to the curb. “Okay, let's settle this shit, once and for all,” I said. “Are you feeling me or not? Am I wasting my time, or is it okay for us to kick it every now and then? I'm not trying to be your girlfriend or anything like that, but I prefer to hang with niggas who want to have some fun.”

Bones sat silently for a few seconds, then spoke up. “Let's go have what you consider fun then.”

“But you didn't answer my questions. And if we're going to have some fun, I need to know your real name. Mine is Renita, but please continue to call me Red.”

“Renita,” he said, stroking the hair on his chin. “Interesting.”

“What's so damn interesting about it?”

“It's interesting that Bones is going to the movies with Renita. I suggest that you hurry up and make a move, if you don't want to be late.”

“I will, if and when you answer my questions and tell me your name.”

Bones's eyes narrowed as he gazed straight-ahead while licking his bottom lip. He was bothered. Thinking. Plotting. And irritated. I didn't give a fuck. He cleared his throat, then turned his head in my direction.

“I'm not gon' tell you my real name, and I'm never interested in women like you. So, to sum it all up, and just so you know what direction I'm coming from, I don't have to show interest in the people I fuck. You and I, all we do is fuck. Sex is simply sex. Don't expect more. I'm not the one to catch feelings over a piece of good-ass pussy. And I hope great dick don't twist things in yo' head.”

My mouth dropped wide open. I guess this muthafucka told me, huh? I mean, stop playing the piano, close all of the windows and doors, and let's get the fuck out. His ass was too right to the point for me, but at least he was honest. The last thing I wanted him to know was that his words had a big bite. No, let me rephrase that. They stung like hell. But if he thought I was going to be salty about the shit, he had me all fucked up. Like always when I got dissed by niggas, I put on my happy face and kept it moving. I did, however, have to clear something up with this nigga, just in case he thought he'd put me in check.