Juicy: The Complete Series (26 page)

“Okay chick. Just one and then we get dressed,” Oxy agreed as Pandora jumped up and down for joy.

“That’s wassup! So what you got?”

“All I got is these last few Yompers left here. There
’s like four left in this baggie,” Oxy replied as she reached in a porcelain cow head on her dresser and pulled out a small clear baggie with four purple pills inside.

“Cool. Let
’s get fucked up then!”

Pandora snatched the baggie and took a pill out handing Oxy hers first. Oxy tossed it in her mouth like she was popping Tic Tacs back then swayed her hips around the room waiting for the effects of the pill to take place. Pandora saw that she was more in tune with her high than anything and knew she had her gone.

“Hey, take another one. Two for you and two for me, right? I’m about to go downstairs and grab some apple juice. You want some?” Pandora asked.

“Nope, I
’m so good!” Oxy replied as Pandora exited the room without waiting for her response.

Pandora made her way downstairs to retrieve her version of apple juice, which was really cognac in a glass and made it back upstairs to the room in a flash. She found Oxy sitting on the bed rubbing her cheek against her silky smooth comforter engrossed in the feel and texture of it. It was as if she was trying to become one with it, loving the way it danced across her face and made her feel as light as water.

“What are you doing?” Pandora asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Have you ever just felt this blanket? I love it so, so much, you know,” Oxy smiled back. “What you got there?”

“Oh this, remember I told you I was going to get some apple juice,” Pandora promoted, “You want some?”

Pandora handed the glass in the most tempting gesture to Oxy moving in closer and closer. Oxy took it without hesitation and downed the contents eagerly. She doubled back with a nasty face after she had swallowed the last bit and realized that was no apple juice. Her throat was on fire and her tongue was tingling as she breathed like she was performing Lamaze, holding her neck as if that would cool it off.

“Bitch I think that apple juice was spoiled or something, straight up,” Oxy said between breaths.

“What? You never tasted this kind before?” Pandora grinned.

“Naw, never, what kind is that?”

“The cognac kind from your dad
’s liquor cabinet downstairs,” Pandora cackled, “I thought you knew what I meant by apple juice. That’s just my little pet name for it just in case someone is listening who ain’t supposed to be.”

“Oh my God Pandora, I never drank that shit before with these fucking Yompers yo!” Oxy panicked falling to the floor then getting up and plopping down back onto the bed.

“Hmm, how do you like that, a drug addict who doesn’t drink when she drives…fascinating.”

“Oh my God Pandora! Oh my God!”

“Listen just lay back and calm down. It’s okay. All you need to do is sleep it off honey bunny. Get some rest baby and I’ll take care of you,” Pandora coached evilly.

Oxy lay back on her favorite Hello Kitty pillow, snuggling it like a young toddler. Pandora tucked her into her pink comforter and made sure she was nice and snug before dipping into her closet to check out what kind of clothes she had that would bare all that she needed them to. She came across a beautiful pink and black lace mini dress that fit her body nice and snug like a driving glove. She paired it with a pair of black Jimmy Choo suede strappy sandals and tasseled her hair out of its ponytail as she headed out the bedroom door. Her eyes peeled back for a brief second to make sure Oxy was spread out undisturbed. Once she saw Oxy drooling on the pillow she knew she was down for the count.

Pandora waltzed down the stairs tucking the little baggie with the remaining two Yompers away in her bra as she looked out the windows noticing that the sun was at its highest of the day signaling a time of around 3pm. It was beginning to creep back down the sky prompting nightfall to take place but before it did she had work to do. Downstairs she found Ivan sitting at the dining room table slumped over in a chair with papers in front of him on the table. He had his usual cocktail sitting next to the half-drunk bottle and a smidgen of snoring sounds could be heard emanating from his nose. She used that quiet time to unleash her plan. Removing one of the pills from the baggie in her bra, she bit into it to make it easier for the rest of it to crumble as she pressed with her hands sending the pieces of it plummeting into his drink.

“Mmm,” Ivan stirred, rising groggily, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, I just came to talk to you about the case, like you requested,” Pandora jumped back, “Shouldn’t we go into your office?”

“Uh, no, we can do it right here.”

“Okay well where do we begin?” she licked her lips pushing his glass out of the way of the papers.

“Hold on now. Don
’t ever mess with a man and his drink,” Ivan said taking the drink from her reach then taking a nice deep sip from it.

“Well, excuse me. I thought I would just get a better look at these papers,” Pandora lied, “Honestly, I thought I might take a sip or two.”

“Oh no you won’t,” Ivan snapped as she rubbed his hairy arm soothingly.

Ivan removed his arm quickly not liking her touch. In his eyes, she was poison from her soft skin to her angelic looking eyes. Her body was that of a slithering Medusa tail and she gave off the persona of a deadly Black Widow spider. She was bad for business and he was determined to steer clear of everything about her. Besides, he had everything he needed right in his own home and now that it was back, safe and sound with him, he knew what he had to do to keep it right where it belonged. He took another sip from his glass and then a big gulp finishing its contents and pouring his self another glass never taking his eye off of her for a second.

“Let’s get one thing straight here darling. I don’t trust ya. Okay? I think you’re a snake in the grass and you…you probably did kill that guy on purpose. He didn’t disrespect you or your sisters, did he? Naw, I know he didn’t,” Ivan’s words were beginning to slur.

“NO! That son of a bitch deserved everything that he had coming and I don
’t give a shit who doesn’t believe me. He was a waste of perfectly good space and now that he’s gone I feel no fucking remorse,” Pandora argued angrily making sure to get close to his face to stress her point.

“You are bad…” Ivan slurred as he sat back in his seat staring up at the ceiling fan watching it twirl around in its rapid motion.

“What’s that daddy?” Pandora walked around standing behind him running her fingertips down his chest in a seductive manner.

“You
’re a cold blooded…murderer,” Ivan began to shake his head profusely trying to shake off the dizzy, warm feeling circling his head.

“Oh am I? Are you sure about that counselor?” Pandora leaned down to nibble on his ear.

Ivan felt like he could not move, like there was a colossal sized boulder holding him down. Her tongue manipulated his nerves sending tingling sensations down to his loins, loins that had not been sparked in years, not since his muse left him. He could not for the life of him figure out why he was allowing her to get him excited; especially when he despised someone like her. But at that moment she made him feel like he was a king in his own castle. He released a long drawn out breath before succumbing to her advances. As soon as he did that she knew she had him locked. She hopped her small frame up on top of the table in front of him, scooting the papers back behind her and spreading her legs open hiking her skirt up above her thick brown thighs to give him a good visual.

Ivan
’s senses were heightened and they only rose higher once he feasted his eyes on her loveliness. He pressed on fighting the urge to pass out but the sweet scent of vanilla was calling him and he needed to find it, taste it. He leaned forward in search of the sweet, tangy smell that enveloped his being and smacked his lips together feeling as though he could even taste it already. Pandora smiled, as she knew exactly what he was going through. She put her finger up to his lips teasing him erotically then forced him to lick the remaining crushed Yomper residue off at the same time.

“How does that taste?” she asked in a deep yet womanly voice, leaning back feeling the warmth of his breath against her right thigh.

“Mmmm,” Ivan muttered stretching out his tongue as the tip of it caught a small single taste.

Pandora mushed his head into her lace thong giving him a nudge into the right direction, “Taste it, daddy.”

Ivan could no longer fight the watering in his mouth as he used his teeth to maneuver her thong to the left side of her v-like opening then stuffed his nose into its gushiness. He moved his face in a circular motion giving her a bit of a tease before opening his mouth and unleashing his tongue to taste the fruits of her nature. It was the most delectable thing he had ever had in his mouth. No other pussy in his life had compared to the sweet nectar that he was sucking from right then. It was tantalizing and mesmerizing, as he grabbed her waist pulling it towards him desiring more. Pandora exhaled rolling her hips to the motions of his head pressing his head further and further into her pussy.

“Nice baby. Just like that. Let me feel that stubble on your chin fuck my pussy baby,” Pandora moaned sounding as though she was an experienced porn star.

Ivan felt his manhood stand at attention, reaching his hand down in his pants to give it a good stroke. It was stone cold hard as if he had taken three Viagra pills back to back. Pandora leaned forward looking down at his hard work, smashing his face further into her hoping to smother him. Ivan jerked back trying to breathe but the harder he did the more she pushed. For a small woman, she was definitely very strong. He jerked up hard causing him to back out of her pussy, pushing the chair away from him as he stood.

“I
’m gonna show you how to be bad,” Ivan breathed heavily as he pulled her legs to bring her ass cheeks closer to the edge of the table.

“Agh!” Pandora exhaled as he pulled her forcefully.

Ivan ripped her thong clean off of her pussy like it was toilet paper. Pandora was astonished by his level of strength looking up into his eyes to see where his head was. His other head, however, was on its way inside of her and if it were not for its colossal size she would not have noticed its presence on her pussy. She looked down to witness the beating she was about to endure but was interrupted by Ivan’s body leaning against hers. He laid his head on her shoulder becoming immersed in her gushy tight wet pussy.

Pandora put her chin on his shoulder gripping his slightly muscular build feeling the strength in his thrust as he made his way deeper and deeper inside of her. Her body began to shake with every plunge he took as she closed her eyes trying to concentrate on the pain and pleasure. Ivan began to moan heavily as he pulled out then rammed back in the tight, wetness that enveloped him invitingly. He wrapped his arms around her waist so that she could not weasel her way away from him. She felt her mouth open slightly while moaning flowed uncontrollably. The power behind his log was much more than she could bear as he rammed deeper hoping to make her cry even a little bit for not knowing what she was dealing with.

Her eyes teared up but she refused to let them fall as her head jerked up and down from his motions. Ivan squeezed his fingertips massaging her back in a rough style while his waist jerked repeatedly and his right leg shook in a James Brown motion. He could feel cum rising inside of him but was resistant to letting it free. It was too early for it to burst so rather than seem like he was incapable of banging her back out he focused on keeping form and thought about running long distant races. With her eyes closed, Pandora looked up staring at the shining light pressed against the wall.

In the mist of it and with her mouth agape from being stuck in sex face, she peered out at a shadow creeping up the stairs. Initially she had no clue of what it could be but she had a good feeling. Busy with the feeling penetrating her pussy like a power drill, she decided not to focus on it too much. But then staring back at her on the steps was Oxy in total shock and unable to tear her eyes away from the horrific scene before her. They locked eyes tightly and as Pandora breathed deeply from Ivan
’s work. She slowly formed a sinister looking smile on her face and began laughing, while Oxy stood immobile then disappeared.

“And if my name is Diamond, then what?”—Diamond

Daylight savings time got the best of Diamond as the night sky appeared more rapidly than she had anticipated. She looked down at her cell phone checking the time and realizing that it was definitely late in the evening and she needed to head back to Tino
’s house. She needed to keep watch of who went in and out of the house for the next few hours so when she infiltrated she would not be caught off guard as to who was in the house with her. She mapped out her plan all day in her head ready to snap the necks of his minion’s first then plug a few in his body before making him beg for his life. In her mind, it looked awesome. It was pictured as something out of an old mobster’s movie. She had always dreamed of being a bad bitch in that nature and now she had her chance.

She hopped out of the car and headed inside of the BP gas station just up the street from Tino
’s suburban home. It was a very large one with almost twenty tanks and at almost eight o’clock at night the place was damn near empty. Diamond entered the store looking around spotting a few snacks she could nipple on in the car while she waited for her target dead time, 3 am. She snagged a family size bag of regular flavored Doritos, two bottles of flavored water and three bags of skittles. The sugar was to keep her awake and alert for all those hours.

Her feet ached in her all black Air Force ones and her jeans felt too tight around her waist even though they really were not. The lack of rest and the level of stress she had endured over the past few weeks, had begun to take its toll on her, not giving any consideration to the health of her body. She found herself becoming weaker and weaker by the day so her now or never was this day. Tino
’s death had to come sooner than later because she might not be strong enough soon to enact her revenge, especially with the life inside of her draining her of every nutrient she put inside of her body. Diamond stood in the line with two people ahead of her, irritated by the lack of experience and speed the cashier displayed.

“What do ya got there?” The cashier joked as she finally made her way to the counter plopping her full arms of junk food down on top of it.

“A bunch of shit, now ring me up,” Diamond snarled at him looking around at the million and one things on the counter trying to see if she needed to pick up something else.

“Will that be all for you this evening?” The Arabic man asked scanning the items slowly that she had so nicely thrown on the counter.

“Throw in that Snickers and that Butterfinger, and oh give me some of those Sour Patches right there.”

“You want the big bag or the little bag?”

“The big bag motherfucka, damn. I pointed to those,” Diamond laughed pointing to the biggest bag of candy over the man’s shoulder.

“Okay, okay. Don
’t get your t-shirt in a bunch. I’m just trying to help you. That is all,” the cashier said as he whisked a bag out from under his counter and passed it to her, “$11.35.”

“Damn, I didn
’t even get shit and you talking about some $11.35 nigga. Is you serious right now?” Diamond’s faced curled in disbelief, “Damn y’all straight rapin’ niggas and shit.”

The man was silent as she slapped a fifty-dollar bill on the counter and bagged her own groceries. She checked out the short stocky woman behind her who was ogling her hard as ever. Diamond was never one to discourage someone from admiring her timeless beauty but she was not in the best of mood. Her eyes cut back at the fair skinned Caucasian woman then back at the cashier as she finished bagging her items.

“Here’s your change Hun,” the cashier said handing the money to her.

“Uh, naw, just keep it and put it on pump six,” Diamond replied waving the man off as she headed for the door.

A part of her wanted to turn to keep going and forget about the lady. On the other hand, she wanted to go back and ask that bitch what her problem was. Instead she continued on to her car attempting to blow off the strange encounter while popping open the bag of Sour Patches she had just paid for.

“Hey! Excuse me!” A voice called from the distance as she approached the back of the car.

She popped the gas door open then twisted the gas cap off without skipping a beat on popping the tiny sugar covered gummy bears in her mouth. Diamond was not even paying attention to her surroundings seeing as though in the hood there were always people around yelling obscenities, so it felt natural to her. She struggled to place the bag of food on the trunk of the car while still maintaining the open bag of candy as she reached for the gas pump. It slowly began to dawn on her that if she followed through with Lexi’s plan to carry the baby to full term that she would undoubtedly become a fat pile of lard in no time, scrimmaging for left overs at the bottom of the refrigerator.

“Bitch I said HEY!” The stocky woman delivered a hefty slap to Diamond
’s mouth knocking the bag of candy out of her hand and onto the ground.

“What the fuck? Bitch, are you serious right now? Have you lost your fucking mind?” Diamond was startled by the slap though it did not deter her from bending down to pick up the remainder of the candy still left inside of the bag.

“Naw, I’m not crazy. Your name is Diamond. Isn’t it?” The lady’s breath pounded the air.

The woman
’s dark hair fluttered from underneath her thin black cap and her makeup looked as if it were running down her face for days. She was dressed in her pajamas wrapped in a thick brown leather jacket with fur running across the top. Her feet adorned a fresh pair of Air Max’s, which proved to be very sturdy on the slippery slushy snow.

“And if my name is Diamond, then what?”

“Then this!” The woman delivered another hefty blow to her face and even though Diamond was able to combat that one this time she failed to hold onto her bag of candy once more.

“Bitch I swear if you put your hands on me one more time it
’s gonna be me and you in these streets,” Diamond warned as she picked up the candy with even fewer pieces inside this time. “Now you look like an older bitch and I respect my elders and shit but you are testing me and that’s gonna get your ass tagged.”

“You want to talk about tagging asses? Huh? Well how about my husband
’s ass that you’ve been tagging for some years now. Huh? Talk about that ass!” The woman charged at her again.

“Slow down with your crazy ass!” Diamond yelled as she pushed her back.

“No! No, I will not slow down. You and my husband have been having this glorious affair with him coming home smelling like you and money missing from our bank accounts and then it hit me…” The woman paused to catch her breath, bouncing up and down like a pro boxer with her dukes in the air. “Hire a private investigator.”

“What the fuck? Hoe, I don
’t even know your man.”

“Oh I think you know him very well. See I got pictures of you and him together. I know the hotels he takes you to and I know the car he rents just to pick you up,” The woman continued with tears flowing down her golden frosted cheeks.

“Rented?”

“Yes rented.”

“Uh…uh, ‘cause, see all of the niggas who I fucked with is paid okay. None of my niggas ride in shit that ain’t theirs.”

“How would you know? Did you check his registration for the motherfucka?” The woman chuckled. “You simple bitches are all the same, always looking for a handout when you should be looking for a damn job. Well I
’ve got one picture you might be interested in seeing.”

“Naw, I
’m done with you,” Diamond turned around trying to ignore the lady sticking the pump in her car and pulling the latch so the gas would pump itself.

“Oh but I think you aren
’t just yet, Ms. Diamond. See because you weren’t the only one my husband was screwing around on me with behind my back,” she pulled a medium sized photograph from her inside pocket and handed it to her, “Tell me what you see, Ms. Diamond.”

“Naw, I ain
’t looking at that,” Diamond refused pushing away the picture and popping another Sour Patch in her mouth.

“Look at the damn picture, bitch!”

Diamond gazed into the woman’s eyes veering through pain and anguish before snatching the photo out of her hands. She was not in the mood for anymore of her meaningless efforts to confront her and was ready to get back on her mission. Feeling as though it was the only way to get rid of her she peered down at the black and white photo and could not believe her eyes.

“Sergeant Sutter
’s,” Diamond gasped covering her mouth partially as candy particles flew from her mouth, “What’s he doing?”

“He
’s kissing a man in the bushes at Marquette Park bitch. Yeah that’s right your beloved moneybags and my husband are on the down low. He is fucking gay!”

“Oh my God, and I sucked his…” Diamond knew it was not the place to finish her sentence or she feared another ass whooping.

“Well he’s been doing this for years. So you should probably go check out your pussy bitch ‘cause he’s got full blown AIDS,” The woman said calmly as if she did not want anyone else to hear what she was saying. “And I’ve got it too.”

“Oh my God!” Diamond placed her hand on her stomach feeling nauseated and light headed all at the same time.

“Yeah, so now that I’ve destroyed your life allow me to go forth unto the world and destroy the lives of the other bitches he’s slept with.”

“So that means that I
’ve been stalking this nigga for shit?” Diamond whispered to herself, “Did you just find out that you had it?”

“I went to the doc— Wait a minute. You knew you had it. Didn
’t you?” the woman read Diamond’s face like a blind person reading braille.

“What? I don
’t know what you talking about,” Diamond spoke quickly as she unhooked the gas pump from her car shoving it back into its holster than returning the gas cap to her car.

“You knew you had it bitch and you gave it to my man!” the woman screamed at the top of her lungs slapping her in the head with the picture.

She grabbed Diamond’s hair pulling it down to her level before beating her in the head with her other fist. The woman made it a point to hold on tight so that she could not wiggle through her fingertips, wrapping the fibers of her hair around them. Diamond swung up hoping to hit the bitch in her face and startle her enough that she would eventually let go but it appeared to be no use. The more she swung the more the woman treated her like a rag doll, flinging her small stature from left to right.

“Help, help, get this big bitch off of me!” Diamond screamed grabbing her hands trying to pry through her fingers, “Somebody!”

“You’re gonna die today bitch, today!”

Diamond started acting like a wild bull jerking away without caring for her hair. She was anxious to just get away from the woman
’s strong grasp. Diamond dug her fingers as deep as she could into the woman’s arms letting her know that she was not playing anymore games with her. Her nails were dug down so deep that the woman began to scream feeling like Diamond was surely digging for blood. The woman brought Diamond’s head all the way down trying to place it in between her legs and lock her in to beat her back but Diamond was not having it. A weakness was felt within the woman’s grasp as though she was getting tired of the whole ordeal leaving Diamond open for the thrashing. She yanked so hard trying to get free but the woman was smarter and surprisingly quicker than that repositioning her weight to keep a hold on Diamond’s hair.

“Hey! Let her go man! Let her go!” A tall man ran over to break the two women apart.