Unzipped: An Urban Erotic Tale (9 page)

Pearl knew different, though. That nigga could be as wrong as two left fuckin’ feet. But no matter how hot Pearl was with Menace, being in his presence still gave her a thrill. He was a physical bomb. Tall and fine, he still smelled good and wore his gear like it had been designed especially for him. Standing there looking like a chimmee-chimmee-cocoa-pop, Pearl could tell Menace’s hard, dieseled body was still as black and hard and swollen with perfect muscles as she remembered.

“You gonna take your present or what?” he’d said as she left him hanging with his gift extended in his hand.

Pearl smirked and heat flashed in her pretty eyes. This stunt had a lot of shit with him, giving her a gift. When she was a kid he used to surprise her with something dope for her birthday every year, but ever since she’d cut him off and stopped speaking to him he’d stayed away on her special day.

“Um, you sure that’s for me? You sure you ain’t mistaking me for Diamond, right? I mean, we are
sisters
,” Pearl said, stressing the relationship.
“Twins
, remember?”

Menace had brushed her shitty act off his shoulders like dust. “I got a gift for both of y’all. I figured since your moms was nice enough to invite me to your birthday dinner it would be cool to bring y’all a little sumthin’.”

“I gotcha damn sumthin’,” Pearl had muttered, taking the gift and throwing that shit under the table. She didn’t know what was in the pretty box and she didn’t give a damn, neither. All she was gonna do was toss it in the trash without opening it anyway.

Menace had been real quiet during dinner, but Pearl had shown her ass. She’d sat right across from him and made sure he saw her leaning all over Cole, laughing in his face and rubbing her big titty on his arm. She’d let Cole cut her steak and shrimp scampi into small pieces, then she’d slid a few bits into his mouth and squealed real loud when he sucked and tongued her juicy fingers.

Menace broke out the door the moment they were finished eating, and Pearl couldn’t help grinning as she helped her mother clear the table and load the dishwasher. That niggah had looked real jealous in the face watching her rub all over Cole and lick his earlobes, and she had laughed stupid loud as he jetted off their porch like he was mad as fuck.

And now, an hour later, Menace was on the phone, in her ear, yelling something crazy that didn’t make a bit of sense.

“My
what?”
she shrieked. “My house is on
what?
On
fire?”

Pearl had no memory of running the three blocks back to the house her parents had lived in for the past eighteen years. She had been a state-champion sprinter in college and could run just as fast or faster than most of the men in her class at the FBI training academy.

Today she ran in a designer skirt and spiked heels, with Cole galloping along like a puppy, faithfully by her side. Fire trucks and police cars were already rolling up on the front lawn as they arrived, and an ambulance was speeding toward them with its lights flashing wildly.

Smoke billowed from the roof and the windows as Pearl ran right up on the lawn, her eyes darting around the crowd of onlookers, anxious for a sign that her family had made it out of the flaming house.

“Where’s my baby?” Pearl screamed to nobody in particular as firefighters and police took up their positions and got ready to do their jobs. “Where’s my daughter? My niece? Where are my parents?”

A line of firemen were running past her carrying hoses, and one grabbed Pearl’s arm and shook his head.

“Stand back, ma’am. Please wait across the street. If there’s anyone in there we’ll get them out. It’s too dangerous for you over here.”

Pearl heard an eerie sound and froze. Every mother’s nightmare had suddenly become her reality. From deep inside the house, beyond the smoke and flames, Pearl could have sworn she heard a plaintive cry, softer than a kitten’s meow.

Her knees sagged as she imagined the worst, her child trapped inside the smoking box of flames, calling for her, wanting her, needing her.

The muffled cries rang out again and Pearl’s whole body strained toward the house.

She fought against the fireman’s arm. “D-d-did you hear that?”

He shrugged and tightened his grip, manhandling her as he tried to turn her around and push her across the street. “I didn’t hear anything. It would be impossible to hear anyone in there anyway. Please stand back!”

Pearl dug her heels into the ground. “I heard my daughter crying! My
baby
is in there!”

“Stand ba—”

“Sasha!” Pearl broke free and darted toward the house at full speed, determined to get to Sasha and Chante. The young fireman lunged forward and snagged the back of her blouse and Pearl went straight gorilla.

She whirled around and side-kicked the man below his right knee, cracking his shin. The blow was so powerful and unexpected that his lower body halted as his upper body continued moving forward on momentum. Two fingers jabbed in just the right spot between his jaw and neck finished the job, and the firefighter went down like he’d been shot in the head.

An overweight veteran police officer noticed the action and lunged for Pearl, catching her by the shoulder. She rolled swiftly with his motion, using the hand-to-hand-combat techniques she’d excelled at in the Academy, then lightning fast she slid her fingers down his arm until she clenched his hand in a firm grasp, then twisted his thumb sideways while cocking his wrist and snapping it backward before he knew what had hit him.

The cop yelped and swung on her wildly with his other hand, and Pearl blocked the blow and drove the flat of her palm deep into the meat of his throat. He coughed and grabbed at his crushed Adam’s apple and staggered a few steps before bending at his knees and gasping for air.

Pearl ran toward the house like a speeding train, and she didn’t even see the smoke or the danger that stood between her and her
family. Her baby. Her niece. Her mother
and
her father. Every fuckin’ body she loved was trapped in there. All she knew was that she had to get inside to save them.

Pearl had almost made it up on the porch when another cop rushed her. This one yanked her by her hair and Pearl screamed and lifted her chin fiercely, snapping her head back so hard she broke his pointy nose and temporarily blinded him.

Three steps later Pearl was at her parents’ front door. The outer screen door was still intact, but the wooden interior door had been kicked in. Smoke was pouring from the house and the heat on the porch was way past intense as it nearly drove her back. Pearl’s lungs felt like they were bubbling and the skin on her cheeks and forehead was getting scorched. She had just reached for the blistering screen door handle when it hit her.

A spiny Taser barb was launched. It bit into her left shoulder and the pain of fifty thousand volts of electricity shot through every inch of her body. Pearl lost control of her physical functions as her back arched and her muscles stiffened in shock.

“Pearl!”
Through the fog of her pain she heard a man’s voice screaming out her name, and it wasn’t Cole’s, but Menace’s name that rose to her lips. But then another trigger-happy NYPD officer got in on the action and hit her with his stun gun too, and this time Pearl fell face forward into a painful oblivion, with only the sound of her daughter’s phantom cries echoing in her ears.

M
ookie Murdock leaned back on the sofa as the pretty young hooker planted a trail of wet kisses along the sagging skin on his neck. They were alone in the living room of the phat penthouse apartment Mookie rented off Central Park West, but as usual, a crew of his manz were on guard just down the hall.

The girl had done a slow, sexy striptease for him earlier, and Mookie had enjoyed the sight of her luscious brown skin and flawless, perfectly proportioned body. She was beautiful and sexy, a combination that was an awesome sight to the reclusive overweight gangsta.

Mookie moaned softly as she rubbed her small hands over his nakedness, but even his hard dick and the anticipation of getting it juiced and gargled wasn’t enough to obliterate his ever-present embarrassment.

Mookie Murdock was
not
one of the beautiful people, and no amount of money or power could change that unalterable fact.
Weighing in at 375 pounds, Mookie detested his obese, bulbous body. He had spent his entire life as the ugly fat kid on the block, and whereas his mind had always been superior to most people’s, his body had remained his hideous and humiliating burden to bear.

Back in the day before he got his gangsta on, Mookie used to stand in front of the mirror and cry as he gazed at his fluffy breasts, his bulging stomach, his ham-hock thighs, and his gnarled, knocked knees. It actually hurt his eyes to look at his ashy, ugly self, and he’d feen for a physique like those he saw in men’s magazines and on the hardbody playas who ruled the streets with a chiseled swagger.

But while Mookie had never managed to change the way he looked at himself, he had learned that wielding money, power, and brutality could change the way other people looked at you. He could never be comfortable in a normal relationship with a chick, but he paid good fuckin’ money for his monthly shot of neck pussy, and his manz was supposed to school the skanks on the proper way to look at him before they got anywhere near his door.

Because there were only two things Mookie wanted to see in the eyes of any man or woman: adoration or fear. Bitches that were lucky enough to get close enough to gaze into his close-set eyes had best look at him with the proper street respect, and if they didn’t … well, fear was something Mookie got off on too.

The big-hipped ho who had been hired for the night was young but she was skilled. She snaked her hand around his waist, and Mookie felt his blubbery love handles jiggle repulsively. Using his elbow to knock her hand away, he lay back and panted as she cupped his full breast and sucked his nipple between her eager lips as she ran her tongue back and forth across his tingling bud.

“Suck my …” Mookie panted, humping into the air. His
wide-waisted pants were billowed on the floor around his ankles and his green-and-white-striped drawers sported a crusty shit stain in the crotch. “Come on, bitch …” Mookie moaned. “Suck my dick …”

He watched closely as the girl planted wet, smacking kisses down his flabby chest and over the great mound of his stretch-marked belly. But by the time she got past his navel Mookie knew the bitch hadn’t been schooled properly.

Anger rose in him as he watched her lift his jellonious gut in the air and frown slightly as she peered down between his plump, ashy thighs. Mookie saw it all in her eyes as she pinched his narrow penis between two fingers like it was a nasty worm. She shuddered and held her breath so she wouldn’t have to smell him, and Mookie had to stop himself from wildin’ out and flying her fucking head.

It was there, he’d seen it. He was absolutely certain. It was right there in her eyes. It was only there for a brief second, but it was there nevertheless.

Disgust.

Revulsion.

The bitch had looked at his grotesque body like she was gonna throw up, and then she tried to play it off with a smile as she parted her lips and went to work licking the pre-cum from his mushroom-shaped head.

Mookie was mad. Furious. He didn’t even want her neck pussy no more.

“Bitch!” he exploded. “Who the
fuck
you lookin’ at like that?”

He grabbed the ho by her waist-length hair and mushed her face down into his funky groin.

“Wh-what I do wrong?” she shrieked as Mookie slammed her head into his knees and thighs. “Please, Mister Mookie! What I do?”

“Oh, you
know
what the fuck you did!” Mookie roared, knocking the young chick to the floor as he jumped to his feet. Mookie moved fast for a big guy. His dick jiggled below his sagging stomach as he waddled across the room with his feet still stuck in his pants. “You know
just
what the fuck you did!”

Mookie went over to a corner of the room and unlocked a small footlocker that held the tools of his trade. This bitch was gonna catch a bad one. For real.

Furious and light on his feet, Mookie waddled back to the sofa in a flash.

“You got a problem with my dick?” he demanded.

The girl shook her head back and forth so hard and fast that her lips flapped from side to side.

“Well, I got me another joint for you to suck right here, baby doll,” Mookie said, brandishing a medieval-looking tool that put terror in the young girl’s eyes as she scooted backward on her ass like a crab. “Yeah, if what I got don’t do it for you then I got something you gone really like. And the next time you look at Mookie Murdock it ain’t gone be with nothing but
respect
!”

Mookie clamped his massive hand around the back of the girl’s neck and squeezed so hard that it almost paralyzed her.

“Yeah,” he said as her mouth flew open and she tried to scream. “Suck it, tramp!” Mookie barked, plunging his spiked metal dick past her teeth and lips and ramming it down her throat. “Ge’head, bitch!” he screeched, his voice high and his face contorted in ugly rage. “Suck Mookie’s big hard dick!”