Gutta Mamis (11 page)

“Yeah, I got it and…hold up a minute. How the fuck did you know where I lived?” Roni asked suspiciously.

Shit,
thought Randi. She could kick the shit out of herself for that dumb move. Thinking fast, Randi mixed truth with lies. “To tell you the truth, baby, I followed you home last night after the club. I wanted to surprise you and stop by your place for a nightcap,
but I got scared. I shouldn't have followed you like that, baby. Please don't be mad at me. I promise, I'll make it up to you,” Randi said, hoping that Roni would fall for her little performance.

“Yeah, okay.” Roni tried to sound unenthused. The truth of the matter was that she was so excited she was about to cream on herself. “But we need to meet an hour earlier than we had planned. Some shit came up that I have to take care of.”

Randi smiled a wicked smile as an idea quickly formed in her head. “Okay, that's cool, but listen. Can we meet at your place instead of the bar? I have somethin' that I really need to show you, baby,” she said seductively.

“What you got to show me, girl?”

“It's a sweet, sweet surprise, baby. I guarantee you will like it.”

Just hearing Randi talk like that had Roni moist already. “Ahight, but at two-thirty, I have to roll.”

“Don't worry. It won't take that long. See you at one-thirty, sweet thang.”

Roni hung up and smiled from ear to ear.

Kita opened the door wearing nothing but a sheer red robe and a smile. “Bring yo' sexy ass in here, baby.” Terry eyed her like a piece of candy. “Where ya boy at?”

“Oh, he's coming. He had to grab something from the trunk. We got about an hour and a half to kill and then we got a power move to make.”

“You know, baby, it's only because I love you and want to prove it to you that I'm even doing this shit, right? My dude would fuck me up if he knew what I was about to do for yo' big-dick ass,” she said, stroking his ego.

“Fuck that nigga. If he was on point wit' his hustle game, then his silly ass wouldn't a got knocked. Where yo' kid at?”

“Oh, my mom has him,” she lied. Kita didn't have any kids.

A few seconds later, Terry's boy, Ray, came walking through the door with a look of sheer lust on his face. He was carrying a large duffle bag and the bulge in his jeans told Kita that she was going to have a hell of a time trying to stall them.

“Man, where you want me to put this? Damn, nigga, she fine as fuck!”

“You like what you see, Ray?” Kita did a one-eighty and gave him a view of her ass.

“Hell yeah.” Ray rubbed his crotch.

Terry and Ray had unknowingly and unwittingly fallen into Kita's trap. Terry was so mesmerized by Kita's beauty and body that it had never occurred to him to ask her how she knew Ray's name. After taking him back to her place and screwing him silly, she played sleep while he went in the other room to talk on his cell phone about a cocaine buy. He foolishly talked about when, where, how much, and what time. She had already heard through the grapevine that Terry and Ray liked to run trains on girls around the way so she decided to use his lustfulness against him.

Seeing her opportunity, Kita wooed Terry into thinking that she had fallen in love with him and wanted to do this to prove her love. In reality she was merely setting him up to be robbed. She stole a quick glance at the clock and saw that it was two-thirty. That meant that she had an hour of stalling to do before her girls came and stopped the show.

She went into the kitchen and poured three drinks. She had thought about drugging them, but then remembered that Jasmine said that it would be harder and more noticeable if they had to drag the bodies out. When she came back into the living room, the two of them had removed their shirts and were smoking on a blunt.

Kita grinned. “Yo, let me hit that shit.”

After puffing and passing three times, the men were ready to fuck. Terry grabbed Kita and pulled her down onto his lap. His hard-on immediately made Kita moist. She didn't mind giving Terry some pussy. It was Ray's nasty ass that she didn't want touching her. She glanced at the clock again and did a double-take when she saw how much time had passed.

After making up an excuse to go into the kitchen to unlock the back door, she mumbled to herself, “Where the fuck these bitches at?”

“Yo, Roni, check it out. There's been a change in plans. Instead of meeting me at the corner of Kita's street, go to this address.”

Roni reached over on the nightstand and jotted down the information Jasmine was giving her.

“Okay, here's what's up,” Jasmine said. “I followed Terry's baby mama and his daughter to they house. Go over there and do a snatch and hold until you hear from either me or Kita. If the mother tries to get gung ho up in that bitch, then do the damn thing. But hold off on the girl, feel me?'

“Yeah, I got chu.”

Roni was trying her best to keep her voice even while she was talking to Jasmine, but Randi's tongue traveling along her thighs was making it difficult. Roni moaned softly as Randi's wet mouthpiece slithered underneath her right knee, across her dripping wet cunt, and across her left leg.

“You like that shit, baby?” Randi asked.

“Oh, hell yeah, baby. Please don't stop.”

Randi grabbed Roni's inner thighs and gently pushed them apart. Stealing a quick look at her alarm clock sitting on her nightstand, Roni knew that she had to hurry up and cum so she could go and take care of GMB business. Her thoughts of getting money were temporarily put on hold as Randi dropped her head in between Roni's legs and pushed her tongue inside her vagina.

“Oh shit,” cooed Roni.

Randi's tongue worked magic as it danced around Roni's pulsating clit. When Randi gently bit down on Roni's clit causing a pleasure/pain sensation, Roni screamed in delight. “Oh shit, you good pussysuckin' bitch, you!”

Randi began to flick her tongue faster and faster across Roni's clit and just when Roni was about to climax, Randi abruptly stopped.

“NO! NO! NO! Baby, what the fuck you doing? Oh God, baby, please don't stop,” Roni begged.

Before Roni could catch her breath, Randi ran into the kitchen, reached inside the freezer, and took out a Popsicle. Then she ran back into the bedroom and ran it across Roni's pussy. Roni's whole body shook as the cool sensation drove her crazy. Randi slid the Popsicle inside of Roni's love box. The sensation of the Popsicle going in and out, combined with Randi's mind-numbing head game, sent Roni over the top.

“Ah shit, baby! I'ma fuckin' cum!”

Once Roni came, she tried to sit up, but Randi had other ideas. Clamping her arms around Roni's legs so she couldn't move, Randi continued to hungrily lap at Roni's treasure chest.

“Shit, bitch, what the fuck you doing to…OH FUCK!” she screamed.

By the time Randi was done, Roni had cum two more times and passed out. When she woke up, Randi was gone, she had five missed calls, and the clock read four-fifteen. Knowing that she had fucked up, Roni yanked the clock off the dresser, threw it against the wall, and picked up her cell phone.

Jasmine angrily picked up the black 9mm pistol that was lying on the passenger seat. After checking the clip and making sure that it was loaded to capacity, she slammed the clip back up inside the base of the gun. For the last fifteen minutes, she'd unsuccessfully tried to reach Roni. She wanted to know if everything was
going according to plan. Although she had told Roni to bring the guns, she wasn't about to trust her totally with that. Roni had been acting like a damn schoolgirl with a crush ever since last night.
This bitch needs to get her mind right,
thought Jasmine.
She ain't gonna be fuckin' up my paper.

Jasmine eased down the street at a snail's pace and stopped when she got two houses down from Kita's place. Looking around for any potential nosey ass witnesses, Jasmine slid out of her whip and walked quickly toward Kita's house.

Not wanting to take any chances, she ducked below the windowsill in case the two marks were sitting in the living room. Jasmine tiptoed up the back steps and cautiously turned the doorknob. The door creaked softly as she continued to push it in. Jasmine shook her head and smiled upon hearing the soft moans coming from Kita's bedroom.
I shoulda known this bitch was gonna get her some dick before we had to murk these muthafuckas.

Jasmine eased through the kitchen and was about to go past the living room when she saw Ray on the couch smoking a blunt. She stood there for a second trying to figure out what to do.
Fuck! She was supposed to have both of them back there!
While she was debating, Ray stood up and started taking off his clothes. Apparently, Ray wanted to finish smoking his weed before he got busy. With her gun behind her back, Jasmine let out a soft giggle when she saw the size of Ray's love stick. Ray's hearing was better than she thought. In an instant, his head snapped around in her direction.

“Bitch, who the fuck is you?” he screamed.

Before she even had a chance to answer, Ray reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a switchblade, and headed toward her with murder in his eyes. Jasmine's entire plan was falling apart right before her eyes. Now she was forced to react.

“I'ma fuck yo ass—”
Psszpp!

That's as far as he got as the deafening sound of Jasmine's silencer-laced gun barrel ejected a hollow point and ripped through Ray's chest plate, snapping bone and tearing muscle and cartilage along the way. The impact knocked Ray back into the living room and onto the sandy brown carpet. Blood mushroomed beneath him as Ray stared up at the ceiling. He was dead before he hit the ground. Creeping past the now decomposing corpse, Jasmine made her way back toward the bedroom. The closer she got to the door, the louder the moans became. She peeked inside the room and saw her friend's legs perched on Terry's shoulders. Holding onto his arms for dear life, Kita looked to be in heaven as Terry was blowing her back out.

“Oh shit, baby, that feels good as fuck! Don't stop, baby! I'm about to cum!”

Jasmine hated to do this to her friend, but she had killed a man so they didn't have time for her to get a nut. She walked over to Terry and slapped him upside the head with the butt of her gun.

“Shit!” he screamed as he fell off the bed onto the floor.

“Damn, bitch. You couldn't wait another minute or two for me to get a nut?” Kita asked.

“The fuck goin' on in this muthafucka?” Terry yelled.

Jasmine slapped him with her gun. “Nigga, shut yo' bitch ass up before you end up like yo' punk-ass boy! What the fuck was that nigga doing in the living room, Kita? You was supposed to bring both of dem muthafuckas back here!”

“I know, but that punk-ass nigga wanted to finish smoking his fuckin' blunt.”

“Instead of getting some fuckin' pussy? The fuck wrong with that nigga?” Jasmine asked.

“Naw, he figured he would come back and get the pussy after he got good and high. Wait a minute,” said Kita as she suddenly realized that it was just the two of them. “Where the hell is Roni?”

“I'on know where that bitch is! I done called her ass four or five times!”

“Man, I can't believe you hoes set a nigga up!”

“Believe it, muthafucka,” Kita said, laughing.

“Get yo' punk ass up!” Jasmine yelled.

Kita simply shook her head. She still couldn't believe that Roni was AWOL. “Hol' up. You mean to tell me that Roni's ass is missin' in action?” Kita asked in amazement.

Jasmine glared at her. “Ain't that what the fuck I jus' said? What, you think I'm fuckin' lyin' or somethin'?” Already pissed that the plan was not going smoothly, Jasmine seemed to be taking her anger out on Kita.

“J, I was just askin'. I didn't mean to—”

“You two bitches never mean to,” snapped Jasmine. “All y'all been doing is arguing ever since I got the fuck outta— Omph.”