Single Ladies 7 & 8: " That's What Friends Are For" (8 page)

Her pussy was super wet, and Kim damn near came when she sat all the way down on it. She bit down on her lower lip, swaying her hips back and forth while pinching her nipples, trying her best to fight a massive orgasm that was just about at its peak.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” Lamar said, knowing Kim was about to cum. “Dis ya dick baby, cum all over daddy’s dick,” he encouraged.

It was impossible for Kim to hold it back any longer. It felt too good to even try. “Mmmmmm, I’m cumming daddy,” she moaned looking down into his eyes.

Her pussy tightened around his dick, followed by a stream of her fluids gushing out of her. Lamar could feel it pouring down his shaft, causing him to want to explode inside of her. Kim could see it in his eyes as well, but she had another plan for where she wanted his nut to go.

With one hand on Lamar’s stomach for leverage, Kim raised up from his soaking wet member, grabbed it with her free hand and guided it into her ass. His large mushroom head penetrated her rectum for the first time. It was too big for her to just sit right on it, so she inched it in, little by little, until it was all the way inside. Lamar didn’t last a minute inside her ass. It was tighter, and seemed just as wet as her pussy, thanks to her cum being used as a lube. He held her waist and pushed his dick in and out of her at a fast pace. It took every bit of ten pumps before he shot his load into her.

Kim almost fainted from the pain, and as soon as she saw that he had cum, she jumped off of it and exhaled loudly. The pain was almost unbearable, but it was the price she was willing to pay in order for Lamar not to cum inside her pussy, and possibly get her pregnant before she could get on birth control. She was done, and she made it known by curling up under the blankets at the other end of the bed. Lamar couldn’t even touch her, and when he looked down at his dick, he didn’t want to either, because his number one priority became him heading to the bathroom to wash the blood and shit off of his dick.

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Tammy pulled up to the red light and looked around before grabbing her cell phone to call Ms. Pam to let her know that she was a few blocks away from her apartment complex. Ms. Pam told her that she was sitting out front as they spoke. As soon as Tammy hung up phone, the light turned green, but out of nowhere, a cop car pulled in front of her before she could cross the intersection. She had to slam on the brakes in order for her not to hit the car. “What da hell,” she mumbled to herself, putting the car in park.

She looked around, and from behind her, an unmarked pulled up to her rear, pretty much boxing her in. The plain clothed officer in front of her got out of his car, only to direct the heavy traffic around her. Tammy was still confused, but then a white male dressed in a suit, tapped on her window. The guy didn’t look older than 18 years old, and fresh out of high school, but as soon as Tammy rolled her window down, he showed her that he wasn’t a boy at all.

“DEA!” the man said, flashing his badge at her. “I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle, Tammy,” he told her as he stepped back.

Tammy was blown back by the agent knowing her name before she told him. She was even more confused when she stepped out of the car and saw a K-9 unit coming down the street towards her. Another unmarked car joined in the stop, and two more white men got out of their cars and were staring at Tammy like she was a T-bone steak with A-1 sauce on it.

“Can I ask you what’s going on?” Tammy said, realizing that she was being detained.

“Where’s the drugs?” the agent asked while waving for the K-9 unit. “If it’s in there, then you need to give it to us. Otherwise, this dog is going to rip this car to shreds, and ten times out of ten, he’s going to find it.”

“What drugs?” Tammy asked with a confused look on her face. I don’t know what you’re talking …

Tammy stopped in the middle of her sentence and remembered Ms. Pam’s medication sitting in the center console. Thinking that what she had was not that serious, she tried to go into the car and grab it. The agent reacted by yelling at her not to. He wasn’t sure if she was going to reach for a gun or not, and he definitely wasn’t going to take the chance.

“Just tell me where it’s at?” the agent said, pinning Tammy against the car with his hand.

“It’s in the console,” she told him.

For safety purposes, he put Tammy in handcuffs, which she didn’t like one bit, but had no other choice but to comply. The agent then went into the car and retrieved the Rx bag full of pills.

“Is that it?” the agent asked, holding the bag up in front of her face.

“Yes, that’s all. Now can you please tell me what’s going on? I have to pick up my kids,” Tammy complained, still not aware of the trouble she was in.

“Don’t worry about ya kids right now. I’m gonna need you to come with me,” the agent said, taking her to the back of his car.

Once she had gotten into the back seat of the unmarked car, it hit her. All this had to be about something Darious was doing, and from the looks of it, Tammy knew that she was on her way to jail. It didn’t matter any that she wasn’t aware of anything illegal going on, and the agents surely didn’t seem to care about her ignorance, as the three white men gathered around laughing and holding the bag of pills. Tammy couldn’t help but to sit there, put her hands over her face, and cry.

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By the time Lisa and Naomi woke up, Ralphy was gone. The whole time she made breakfast for her and Naomi, she had a gut feeling that something was wrong. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew that it had something to do with Ralphy.

“Baby sit here and eat your food. Mommy gotta make a quick phone call,” Lisa said, walking into the living room and grabbing her phone off the charger.

When she called Ralphy’s phone, she could hear it ringing upstairs. She went upstairs and grabbed the phone, curious as to why he left it behind. Not only did he leave his phone behind, he also left the keys to the Range Rover, and sure enough, when Lisa looked out the bedroom window, the car was parked a little bit down the street.

“What da hell are you up to, Ralphy?” Lisa mumbled, looking down at his cell phone.

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Tammy sat in a room waiting for the federal agent to come in and tell her what was going on. He didn’t say anything to her the whole ride downtown, despite Tammy asking where they were going several times. Sitting there was nerve wrecking, and for some odd reason, it was cold as the North Pole.

About thirty minutes went by before an agent entered the room. It wasn’t the same one who arrested her, and that was due to the first one not being the lead agent on the case. The agent that was in front of Tammy now looked a lot older, and way more seasoned.

“My name is Special Agent Grant, and I work for the Drug Enforcement Agency,” he said, taking a seat in a chair on the other side of the desk.

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” Tammy said.

“Well, I don’t believe that to be totally true. We’ve been watching ya boyfriend for quite some time now, and you alone have made over 40 deliveries for him in the past couple of weeks, half of which went to one of my informants,” Grant said, pulling a couple of Rx mediation bags out of his legal folder.

“He told me that the medication belonged to his patients, and that it was legal for him to—”

“Tammy knock it off. You’re not stupid, and given your history with Chris, you’re not a stranger to the drug world.”

Tammy sat there quietly. It seemed as if Grant knew everything about her.

“Right now, you gotta make a choice, and that is whether or not you wanna walk out of here today, or go to jail, more than likely for a very long time.”

Some of the best tactics the feds used in building their cases was going after the weakest links in the organizations and turning them. Not only were they good at it, they were great, and most of the time, women with something to lose were their main targets. Tammy was perfect. She had two kids whom she loved more than anything in the world, and Grant was well aware of it.

“What do you want from me?” Tammy asked, rubbing her arms together, trying to get warm.

Grant had a pretty good case against Darious, but he wanted it to be stronger than it was. He needed more, like prescription receipts, names of his clients, the number of pills he sold, and how much he made from them. Percocet was the new, and it was highly addictive, like heroin. Profit from selling it was through the roof, but at the same time, it left behind an alarming death rate. The Feds wanted it off the streets immediately, and they were locking people up for a very long time if caught.

“I want you to be an informant for me. I want you to wear a wire and break down Darious’ whole—”

“No, I’m not doing that,” Tammy said, cutting him off. “I’m not getting involved with that.”

“You’re already involved, and to be honest with you, you’re in over your head. Do you know how much time you’re facing if I go out there and file these charges against you? You delivered forty prescriptions, around one hundred pills per bag. The mandatory minimum for that is twenty years in federal prison,” Agent Grant lied.

There wasn’t any mandatory minimums for that amount of pills, but Tammy didn’t know that. It was a scare tactic that had Tammy in deep thought. Agent Grant wasn’t done with his verbal assault. “You need to think about your kids, Tammy. Don’t lose them on account of a man you’ve only known for a few months. How do you think Anthony’s going to feel coming to see you in prison, or Sinniyyah, whom you’ll watch grow up from your jail cell? Their father is already in prison, what you think will happen to them when both of you are?” Agent Grant asked.

He used her kids as a weapon, as most agents do when it comes to women. It was their weak spot, and Tammy wasn’t any different. When threatening to separate her from her two kids, the choice to cooperate was easy. She loved Darious, but she loved her kids and her freedom even more, and wasn’t going to risk losing them for anybody.

“Just let me know what you need me to do, Tammy said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kim’s asshole was still in pain when she walked out onto the pool deck with her towel wrapped around her waist. The only reason she came out was because she wanted to talk to Lamar. Too much was going on right now.

“It’s hot as hell out here,” Kim said, taking the towel from around her waist and laying it on the ground right next to Lamar. “You gettin in?”

She looked sexy as hell in her lime green and yellow Lenny Neimeyer bikini, and on her feet were a pair of green Chuck Taylors, which she took off before jumping into the swimming pool. Lamar took his shades off and dove right in behind her, swimming up and lifting her out of the water.

“Ya ass still hurt?” Lamar chuckled, thinking about how funny her walk looked when she came outside.

“Shut up,” she replied, pinching him in the chest. “Never again,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Lamar walked around the pool holding Kim up with her legs wrapped around his waist. It was peaceful, and this was exactly how he’d hoped this getaway would go.

“Babe, I need to talk to you about something,” Kim said with a serious look on her face.

Still walking her around the pool, Lamar became attentive. “What’s going on?” he asked, seeing that something was bothering her. “Talk to me.”

“I got a job offer the other day, but it’s not in the city. Shit, it’s not even in the same state, but it’s the chance of a lifetime,” Kim began.

She broke down the whole proposal that was given to her by her boss, leaving nothing out, but when she got to the part about moving to Philadelphia, Lamar lost interest.

“So what did you tell them,” Lamar asked, hoping that she didn’t already say yes.

“I told them I had to think about it, and they gave me until next week to decide. I had to talk to you first, because how you feel matters to me.”

“I’m not gon’ lie, Shawty. I’m not tryin to move to Philly. I’m a country boy, and those niggas up North move too fast for me,” he told her.

Not surprised at all, Kim figured Lamar would say something along those lines. “So you’re telling me not to go?” Kim asked, wanting to be clear.

Lamar turned his head, trying not to keep eye contact. “I’m not telling you that you can’t go. All I’m saying is that I’m not going with you to no Philadelphia.

“Wowwww!” Kim said, pushing off him. “I didn’t expect that from you, but I’m good,” Kim said, before climbing out of the swimming pool and storming off back into the hotel.

Lamar called out for her, but Kim kept trucking. He started to feel bad, and smacked the water in frustration before climbing out of the pool to head back into the hotel.

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Tammy walked into the bedroom where Darious was counting money on the bed. It had to be at least 70k in all denominations, and now the money that Darious used to call himself saving it for a rainy day, was sure starting to look like drug money to Tammy.

“Can I ask you something, babe?” Tammy said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, wassup?” he responded, not picking his head up.

Tammy was nervous as hell, especially since she had a wire and a small camera hooked up to her Gucci bag sitting on the nightstand. All she had to do was reach over, grab the bag, and turn it on. She looked at Darious and thought about how much she really did love him, despite how long they had been together. Doing so made her not reach for the bag right away to turn on the device. She struggled with wanting to help him or throw him to the wolves.

“Are you trappin?” Tammy asked flat out.

Darious picked his head up from counting the money to see her looking at him dead in his eyes. The question kind of caught him off guard, but he played it cool.

“What makes you think I’m trappin’?” he chuckled, looking back down at the money.

“I know you might think that I’m green, Darious, but I’m not. I only turn a blind eye cause I love you,” she said, reaching over to lift his head up.

“Why you asking, when you already know?” he replied.