Unzipped: An Urban Erotic Tale (24 page)

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eBron James was a king both on and off the basketball court, and gamblers, shot callers, professional athletes, and other high rollers had flocked in from all corners of the country to watch him perform in Patrick Ewing’s Summer Basketball Classic.

Madison Square Garden was crawling with nigs. They were freshly dressed in the latest gear and rocking heavy bling, and no self-respecting baller could claim a legitimate game unless he had at least two fine bodied-up hotties on his arm.

Pearl had spent a couple of hours in her seedy Forty-second Street hotel room. She’d nursed her stomach and her bruises from the night before as she ran over her plan, checking and rechecking every single detail in her mind. Everything she and Carlita had ordered had been delivered and set up, and all of her FBI experience and hours of extensive training was about to pay off. She strolled into the lobby of the Garden feeling all shot out but
looking like a hot summer dream. She was butter. Her hair, nails, and makeup were stunning and there wasn’t a chick in the house who could go head up with her in the looks department.

Last night’s battle with Yoda had left swelling and a severe bruise on her left cheekbone, but she’d applied her makeup and styled her hair in such a way that it was barely noticeable. But the shit still hurt like hell. It had her head pounding like a drum and the effects of whatever shit Yoda had put in her drink were still in her system. She was tired as fuck and would have loved to go back to Menace’s crib and crawl up in his big old comfortable bed with the three hundred dollar silk sheets and sleep the rest of the weekend away, but there was work to be done, and there was no way she could lay her bones down to rest again until she’d accomplished what she had come to New York to do.

Pearl thought about Menace again and her stomach went tight. He’d looked so gorgeous sleeping his drugged-up sleep. They’d shared something special in the past, and the long-ago memory of how he’d put his sex game down on her so thoroughly and with so much tenderness and passion had her so sprung that for a quick second she had fantasized about abandoning her plans and staying right there in his bed forever, safe in his strong, protective arms.

But she’d killed those thoughts real quick.

No amount of dick whipping took precedence over taking Mookie Murdock’s black ass down. Menace had rode in like a champ to save her last night, and that was cool. Yeah, Pearl felt bad again for taking him out of commission, but today was a solo day. The only thing Menace could do today was get in the way and fuck up her plans, and she couldn’t have that. She couldn’t have that at all.

The Garden was crazy crowded and Pearl sauntered past some of the most notorious drug dealers, organized criminals, and
money launderers in the country. She peeped mad faces she recognized from FBI files and criminal reports. There were ballers galore too. The Kobe Bryants, A.I.’s, and Shaqs of the world. The Reggie Bush types, the T.I., Lil Wayne, and Jay Z set, and of course the old sports heads like Jordan, Barkley, and Magic.

Pearl’s stunning beauty turned heads and rang crazy bells as she strolled through just to look around. There were thousands of other hot skirts in the joint, but Pearl was one of a kind. Her toned legs were oiled and sexy, and her hips swung wildly in a white skirt and sheath silk top that had cost Yoda a phat hunk of doe, and her backfield was fluffed and phatty. Head to toe, her shit was perfect.

Leaving the Garden and jetting across the street to the Primero Hotel, she used the key Yoda had given her and entered his suite. Everything was just as she’d left it. Menace had done a good job of cleaning up and there was no sign of the fight—or the murder—that had gone down.

Pearl closed the door behind her and locked it. Her eyes slid over to the air-conditioning panel where Yoda’s body lay decomposing, and Pearl thought she heard a sound. The sound of a small girl’s terrified cries for her mother.

Fuck Yoda
, Pearl thought, sneering.
Right up his dead ass
.

One down, four more to go.

Setting her purse down on the bed, Pearl called down to the desk.

“Hi, this is Mrs. Yardley Green in room seven-twenty-seven. I’m expecting a delivery of packages today. Kindly have them sent up as soon as they arrive.”

Opening the closet, Pearl pulled out the suitcase that she had packed especially for this weekend and spread the contents out on the bed. Her Attack Pak was stuffed with the best goodies that money could buy. Binoculars, miniature crossbows, rappel cord,
blow darts with retractable tubing … Pearl was in possession of the most deadly and precise close-combat weaponry available from the FBI arsenal. Everything she needed was right there. She’d downloaded the Primero Hotel’s blueprints from the Internet and studied them until she had them memorized and could manuever around the building with her eyes closed.

But Pearl planned on keeping her eyes open. From what she’d studied in her father’s files and had been able to learn from Yoda, Donut Johnson was one of the most doggish niggahs in Mookie’s posse. He kept a string of bitches on the ready at all times, and in the past couple of days Pearl had never seen him with the same girl for more than a few hours at a time.

She’d already peeped Donut’s true game though, almost from the first night they’d met. Pearl had hung out in Humpz in a booth with Yoda that night, but she’d kept Donut in her sights as well. She’d found it intriguing that like most of the dudes who sat mesmerized and watched all the bumping and grinding and air-humping the strippers were doing on the stage poles, Donut was watching chicks, but he was also busy watching something else.

That niggah was watching balls.

Pearl had learned a lot in the profiling phase of her FBI training, and had become very proficient at reading people. What she’d been reading in Donut over the past few days was enough to make her laugh, but there wasn’t gonna be shit funny by the time she finished laying on him exactly the kind of loving she had a feeling he was looking for.

“D
amn, baby,” Donut panted as Pearl arched her back and tooted up her ass so he could go in deeper. She was giving up some back door action, and while she usually enjoyed anal sex very much, she was grateful that Donut’s dick wasn’t big enough to do any real damage back there.

“You got them thick booty cheeks, mami. Nice and round. Make a niggah have to drill like an oilman to get up in that hole.”

Pearl moaned softly and thrashed about on the bed.

She knew damn well this niggah liked ass. He liked ass
hole
. In fact, he was a pillow biter. He was a switch-hitting bottom boy. She was sure of it. Her packages had arrived just fine from the Sunset Motel, and with her Attack Pak stocked and ready, Pearl had rung the bell to Donut’s suite carrying a raincoat and the nondescript FBI bag, wearing nothing but a thong and a smile.

“Yoda sent me,” she told him as he eyed her magnificent
breasts with the good-goddamn nipples. “Yoda says it’s nice to share.”

Pearl had run Donut a hot bath and made sure he was comfortable in it as she emptied her Attack Pak and stuck several items under his pillows.

They’d been playing sex games for over an hour now, and Donut had been down for every little freaky thing Pearl had suggested. And, Pearl had to admit, it wasn’t hard to freak this fine niggah out!

Donut was the bizz. His stomach was a ninety-pack and his arms were outrageous. He had a cute smile and some pearly whites that glowed in the dark, and a head of curly hair that Pearl couldn’t help running her fingers through.

Donut had eaten her pussy out so delicately that Pearl had already come twice. He’d stunned her when he’d taken ice cubes from the cooler and twirled them in his mouth and then slid one up inside her pussy, then thrust another one up her ass at the same time.

Pearl had nearly lost her mind as Donut alternated between sucking and licking out one hole and then the other. He ate pussy tossed with booty salad, and sent shivers through her body that left her hoarse from screaming. Pearl had to force herself to regroup and to remember where the fuck she was, and who the fuck she was with, and what the fuck he had done to her people.

And when she did remember, it took every ounce of control she had for her not to kill that grimy muthafucker right then and there.

“Yeah.” She humped and urged him on as he lapped her nookie juice with a soft tongue that felt as big as a washcloth. Donut’s face was buried deep in her pussy and Pearl had his head on lock. Somewhere off in the distance Pearl smelled smoke and
heard a child’s cries. A little girl screamed for her mother to help her, and a cold tremor replaced the steamy trails of passion that ran through Pearl’s blood. Her long legs were clamped around Donut’s neck, her muscular thighs were ready to squeeze.

Still humping, Pearl maneuvered her body until Donut’s lips broke contact with her pussy. He’d been sucking so deep it sounded like a suction cup popping off of her. She twisted until she was behind him and had his face gripped in the crook of her leg, behind her knee, and her calf was pressed against the side of his throat. Curling her toes back, she braced them behind her free leg as it completed the encircling of Donut’s neck and trapped him in a headlock.

“Hey, yo!” he protested, raising his hands to claw at her legs.

I could snap this muthafucka’s neck right now …

Pearl contracted her muscular thighs until she felt Donut suck in a deep breath, then she suddenly relaxed and giggled, raising her long legs above her in the air.

This wasn’t part of her plan …

“Sorry,” she said, laughing. “I get carried away when I nut real hard like that.”

Donut sat up grilling her and rubbing his neck.

“Yo, bitch! That fuckin’ shit hurt!”

Pearl pouted, then flashed him a sweet look that begged for forgiveness.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Daddy. It’s just that your tongue had me going crazy. You shouldn’t do me so good! I get like that when my pussy gets licked so deliciously.”

She put her arm around him and eased him back down on the bed. “I’m sorry. Let mami make it up to you,” Pearl whispered, sitting behind him and planting kisses on Donut’s monster shoulders. They looked like sides of beef and were rock-hard beneath her lips.

She reached around in front of him with both hands and found his tight nipples and pinched them between her fingers. They stiffened immediately, and twirling them gently, Pearl went to work kissing and licking up and down Donut’s back and murmuring sweet nasty shit to him at the same time.

She traced small circles on his skin with her tongue, then blew on the wetness before moving downward and sucking until small hickeys bulged and appeared red and prominent.

“Ah, shit,” Donut moaned, leaning back. “That shit feels good baby …”

Pearl teased and stroked his nipples, all the while planting soft, wet kisses and sucking up hickeys on his back in a trail that lead down to his ass as Donut gasped air through his teeth and started jacking his dick to a nice slow rhythm.

“Lay down,” Pearl told him when she had reached his waistline and could go no farther. Donut lay on his back with his dick pointed at the ceiling, thinking he was about to get some neck pussy, but Pearl had another trick for him instead.

“Uh-uh,” she said, tapping his thigh lightly. “Turn over, Daddy. On your stomach. I got a game I wanna play with you. You do like to play games, don’t you?”

Getting up in Donut’s shit was easier than Pearl had imagined. She’d reached under his pillow where she had stashed all of her toys and came out with her prober. It was a six-inch rigid green plastic tube that fit over her finger with soft padded rubber on the outside.

“Just relax,” she whispered as she licked and nibbled on Donut’s muscular ass cheeks. They were firm and sweet, just like Menace’s, and Pearl wasn’t acting at all when she moaned with pleasure and the sound vibrated on her lips.

Wetting her toy with the saliva in her mouth, she probed between his legs with her finger and pushed gently at his back door.
Donut buried his face in the bedsheets but didn’t protest, and Pearl slid the toy into him gently, finger-fucking him and sucking and licking the mound of his ass at the same time.

Donut gave it up to her. Spreading his legs wider, he arched his back and let her dig him out as he gasped softly and gyrated on the bed. Pearl kept on whispering and licking and sucking, making him comfortable and giving him pleasure for long minutes until his movements became more frantic and she knew her finger was simply not enough.

“Hold on, Daddy,” she told him in a low, seductive voice. Her hand went under the pillows once more and this time she came out with the bizzness. Donut lay still, his face pressed into the covers as Pearl quickly strapped up and mounted him, her thighs gripped on either side of his hips.

“Relax,” she whispered again, her hand pressing down on the flat of his spine as she guided the head of her nice-sized rubber dick and inched it between Donut’s cheeks. He accepted what she was offering with a loud moan, then shuddered as she penetrated him fully.