CON TEST: Double Life (16 page)

Amir got right down to business. He needed to prove that he was in the big-boy-league, so he planned to conduct business like one. “My name is Oscar Jones. I had my secretary open a checking and savings account for me. I am going through a divorce and I need another account. I am sure that you can relate to that. I am here to make a deposit and to pick up my debit card.”

“
Sure, no problem. I just need an ID,” he requested and handed Amir a piece of paper. “Jot your social on there for me so that I can pull up your account.”

Joshua left his desk and walked over to a copier. He photocopied the ID and returned to his desk and passed Amir his welcome package and addendum. He checked the material out, and then asked, “I’d like to have my statements E-mailed only.”

“
Absolutely, how much will you be depositing today?”

Amir reached into his attaché and pulled out a personal check, which he handed to the banker. Joshua then went over to the teller and deposited Oscar Jones’ check. While he was in the area he printed out a plastic temporary debit card.

“
Here’s your temporary card,” Joshua told Amir. “The pin is the last four digits of your social. When your hard card arrives, please change it to something more comfortable. And here is your deposit receipt.”

Amir reviewed the receipt and slipped it into his attaché. He thanked Joshua for his time and the left the bank. He hopped into a cab and was whisked to the Marriott Marquis.

# # #

Justice drove pass the dreary Manhattan House and became ill. The Manhattan Borough jail was so sick that it had been given the nomenclature: The Tombs. The jail was inappropriately connected to 100 Centre Street criminal court. Rather than stare at the mammoth structure, he turned his head away and eyeballed the traffic light. “Change, damn it,” he mumbled.

He listened to HOT-97, and crossed the Brooklyn Bridge.
It’s Me Snitches
by Swizz Beats blasted through the speakers. Over the bridge, he merged onto the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway and headed to Queens Village.

The money that he had acquired from the bank stunt he had pulled was rolled into four tight donut-hole-sized knots and stuffed into coffee mugs. He wrapped the mugs in tissue paper and stuffed them back into their original boxes before he had them shipped to his aunt’s crib back in Philadelphia. He knew that he could trust her.

Driving along he witnessed the sights from the elegant Fifth Avenue area, and then the Asian refugee camp surrounding Downtown Manhattan. He glanced at the war-torn Queens, and exited the BQE at Hemstead Boulevard.

The streets had gotten scruffy and cleared a little as he pulled onto 203rd Street. He reached for his cell phone and dialed Monica as he approached her address.

He pulled over at 113-17 and a slim, long haired, light skinned babe ran out. She arrived at the driver’s window and he let the window down.

“
Damn, I didn’t know that you were coming in a big SUV,” she said, her voice soft and sultry. She had on a tight cashmere sweater, jeans, and Timberland boots.

“
You like big things, huh?” he asked, followed by a salacious smirk.
Look at this thugged out bitch
, he thought.
Gold tooth and red scarf on
.

She nudged his shoulder. “Shut up, nigga. You going to come in or do I have to kidnap your fine ass?”

You do not look as you did on your Facebook page, but you’d do for a quick fuck
, he thought. “You’re tight,” he said. “Let me find a place to park the truck, then I’ll be in,” he told her. “Then I am going to park my dick in ya guts, ma.”

He knocked lightly on the door and Monica was dressed a little bit more provocative. She had on a bra and jeans with the zipper slightly down and exposed her matching panties. Her breasts were perfect lights, like the headlights on a bubble-eye Benz.

“
Come in,” she said, pulling the door open.

Justice stepped inside the apartment and looked around. The place was not bad for a 20-year-old. Everything was black and gold. Cheap. He had a seat on the sofa after he removed his jacket. She turned and walked to the back area of the apartment, and he watched her fat, bubble-ass drift away. She hollered if he wanted something to drink. He asked for a bottled water.

She grabbed a water out the ‘fridge and brought it back to him. Handing it to him, she asked, “What do you do again?”

“
You forgot that fast?”

She giggled and lowered the radio before she sat next to him. “Sorta.”

“
I am in the military. A combat trainer,” he lied. He always told that threatening lie to women that he had met on Internet sites.

“
So, you know how to beat people up?” she cooed in his ear, and nibbled on his ear lobe with her warm mouth.

He cupped his hand inside her jeans and found that she was shaved. He said, “I have a special training for beating this up,” and then slipped a finger inside of her. He conducted a scratch and sniff test. He then said, “I thought I heard another voice when I came in the door?”

The shock on her face had proved that she was caught off guard. “That’s my girl, Keisha. She lives up the block.”

“
Where is she at?”

“
In the bathroom. She had a date, but he never showed.”

“
Look, I do not mean to rush or seem thirsty, but I have to be back up Manhattan before the traffic gets fucked up.”

“
Okay, I like a man that ain’t to proud to beg.” She stood and said, “Follow me.”

Justice followed her to her bedroom. Like the living room all of the furniture was black. The headboard had a cheap mirror attached. At the foot of the bed was a long dresser with another mirror. She turned to leave, but she bumped into Keisha who wore nothing but red boy-shorts.

Keisha’s tone was cocoa and smooth. She was more alluring than Monica, too. Her long brown hair draped over her shoulders and she had a super-sized ass.
I’d like to hit that from the back
, he thought.

“
Ooops, my bad,” Keisha said, continuing into the room. She picked up a bottle of perfume and sprayed her body with the fruity fragrance. “I didn’t know you had company already.”

“
It’s cool,” Justice said quickly, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

“
Keisha, that is Darnell,” Monica said calling him by his Internet name.

“
Hi, Darnell,” Keisha said and stood in front of him. She was practically naked.

“
Is this the guy with the truck?” Keisha asked, allowing Justice to catch her in the lie that she had told him seconds ago about not knowing that he was there. “What kind of truck you got?”

“
A long, black, limousine in my jeans, and an Escalade outside.”

“
Why don’t you get comfortable.” Monica said to him.

“
You might as well. I know that you’re not afraid of a little bump and grind?” Keisha asked, echoing the R. Kelly track that played in the background.

Without getting off the bed, Justice pulled his sweater and tank top up over his head and tossed them on a chair in the corner. He then raised his butt off the bed a little and pulled his jeans down and then his boxers to his ankles. He bent over and unlaced Polo boots, which he kicked to the corner along with his jeans and boxers. Both women looked at him approvingly.

“
Dang, look at that body,” Keisha said, and smiled at Monica. Without a second thought, she reached out and grabbed his semi-erect penis and said, “You don’t mind if I taste this, do you?” Without permission, she dropped to her knees between his legs and inserted him into her mouth.

He looked down at her and immediately became solid. He then looked at her and was lost in how avariciously she devoured him. He looked at Monica who did not seem the least bit surprised by the stunt. He signaled for Monica to strip as he kept watching Keisha go to work. And a masterful job she was doing. When she had him grotesquely wet, she began to  engulf him until her lips slammed into his testicles; an action that only one  other woman  could master considering his hugeness. He tickled her hardened nipples with his fingers and then  nodded at Monica.

Monica climbed on the bed and he lay back with his knees bent over the edge of the bed allowing Keisha to continue her masterful job. He sat Monica on his face, facing the direction of Keisha, so that she could watch her friend go to work. His tongue probed in and out of her causing her to moan wildly.

Keisha removed his dick from her mouth and began to lick on his low hanging balls. Monica lifted his heavy dick and began to suck on his chocolate bar. He enjoyed the 69, but wanted to know what was it called with three people.

Unbeknownst to Keisha, Justice had caught her going into his pants pockets through the mirror. She then dropped the cash from his pockets into a drawer in the dresser. She pulled out a condom as if that was her true motive for going in the drawer.

Keisha slipped the Magnum condom onto his penis. He then grabbed her and pulled her down onto his penis. She should not have squatted over him. He held onto her waist tightly, and thrust deeper and deeper into her each time that she came down. With her emoting, "Argh!" each time she came down. He pulled her knees to the bed and rested her head on his shoulder and her breasts on his pecs. He then rolled on top of her, careful to stay deep inside of her. He planted his feet on the floor and began to pound inside of her. He nailed with enough force to leave a penis head indentation in the mattress. Feeling his swimmers ready to jump out of the pool, he pulled out. He looked over at Monica, who sat next to him playing with her pussy and thought, I know this bitch does not think that she is going to get away. They want to take my couple of dollars. He was going to hold both of them accountable for going into his pocket. He knew that they were in the robbery together.

Justice pulled the condom off and sat it on the dresser. He took his tank top and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he grabbed another condom for Monica. He ripped it open with his teeth and pulled Monica to the edge of the bed.

He told her to get on all fours like a household pet. Pretending to be a good girl she followed this command. He stood on the floor with his hands on her hips and then fell inside of her deep. She let out a deep groan and he landed all the way in her.

Keisha tried to ease out of the room, but he stopped her. "Come here, boo," he said without missing a stroke inside of Monica.

He guided Keisha into doggy style next to her girlfriend and used three of his fingers to penetrate her. He fingered her violently. No way would he let her go get a male accomplice, or worse, a gun.

Twelve minutes passed since he tore into Monica and her body began to slouch and shiver. He wanted to break her, though. Another four minutes passed by and she was broken. That was a light year in sex time.

He heard Monica say, “My-sto-mach-hurt-Dar-nell!"

"What about all that shit you instant message me on Facebook before I got here. Yeah, you would cry like a baby."

He pulled the condom off and turned Monica around and slipped his dick into her mouth. She was not as good as Keisha in that department, so he switched to Keisha. With Madam Super Head on the job he was ready to climax. He told both women to lay down on the bed as he stood on top of them. He stroke and pulled on himself, and ten seconds later, he rained all over them.

He jumped off the bed and grabbed his tank top to wipe the sweat from his face again. He grabbed his boxers and slipped them on. Before he pulled up his jeans, he told the chicks, "I know that you stinking bitches took the $75 I had in my jeans. That was $37.50 apiece." He had his jeans on and was pulling on his sweater. He opened the bedroom door and requested them to, "spend the money wisely you silly ass hood rats." He grabbed his jacket from the living room, and bounced back to Manhattan.

# # #

Amir arrived back to the hotel and found Alimu-Shine in the room watching a movie. The room was dimly lit. Amir grabbed the light dial and turned the lights to full wattage.

"Just like you to fuck up a wet dream. You fucking hater," Alimu-Shine said, and sat up.

"Fuck, what you talking about. How did your day go?"

"It was exactly as you planned it. Good job."

"Good job, huh? My day was also breezy."

"Where’s Justice?"

"I have not talked to him all day. He's probably roaming stressed. He is in a bad situation.”

Alimu-Shine grabbed his cell phone and dialed Justice. He did not answer. That was strange. He re-dialed the number. That time the hotel door open and Alimu-Shine and Amir heard Justice’s ringtone. They both looked at him blandly.

“
What!” Justice asked, as he dropped a few shopping bags on the floor. He then plopped on the sofa. He was exhausted.

“
You couldn't hear your ringtone blasting?”

“
Yeah, I was outside, so why answer?”

“
Probably, because we are in here tripping that you did not answer. You could have been trouble.”

“
You worried 30 seconds. Knock it off!”

“
What's with all the bags?” Amir asked, interrupting them. “Shopping was not in my plans.”

Justice looked at him strangely. “So what, I went shopping. That relaxed me.”