Chronicles of Crooklyn, page 18
Honore immediately recognized that this was an exclusive underground spot that not just anyone could get into. She was relieved to see that everyone was cool and dressed nice and the music was smooth. The patrons weren’t the typical hood crowd that gave off a vibe of impending violence, and damn near everybody and their daddy was greeting Slick like he was an old homey that they were happy to see.
“If I ruled the world! I’d free all my sons!” Lauryn Hill’s voice crooned throughout the joint as the crowd sang along and vibed to the classic Nas cut.
Honore bobbed her head to the sounds as her inhibitions began to fade. “This is a real cool lil place, Slick,” she said, relaxing as they sat at the bar and settled in. “How did you find out about this joint?”
Slick laughed. “Damn…you crazy nosey ma, but if you must know I’ve been cool with the owner all my life. What you wanna drink?” he asked over the sounds of the music.
“I’ll take some Ciroc and orange juice,” Honore answered, her eyes scanning the room as she enjoyed the good vibes. “And after we wet our throats for a lil bit then I’ll show you how to play some pool.”
Slick gave Honore a fuck outta here look and then ordered their drinks. Just then his phone vibrated in his back pocket with a familiar rhythm. He could tell it was Jewelz calling him but he damn sure wasn’t about to answer it right now.
They drank and cracked jokes on each other as they made their way over to the pool tables. Slick waxed her thoroughly in the first two games, but to his surprise Honore legitimately beat him in their final round.
“Yo, who taught you how to play pool?” he asked as their last game came to an end. “For real, shorty, you rack ‘em better than a lot of niggas I know.” He grinned. “Even though you got lucky on that last game.”
Honore grinned back. Hard. Even though she was running game on this sherm her physical attraction to him was undeniable. “You know, I might go to college but I’m from the streets too, Slick,” she said as she switched her sweet hips toward him. “I learned how to play pool just trying to keep some money in my pockets. But once I started winning big then niggas used to try and rob me because I’m a female so I had to chill.”
The multiple shots of alcohol were starting to take effect and Honore found her caution and inhibitions flying right out the window.
“That’s what’s up,” Slick said and nodded. “I gotta salute you for trying to get your hustle on.”
“Okay, I give you your props on playing pool too,” she said as she slipped her arms around Slick’s waist and looked up at him seductively. “But can you dance?”
Slick smiled down into her beautiful, half-lit face. “Of course I can dance. Matter of fact, I can probably teach you a couple of moves. I got a mean-ass two step.”
“Then let’s do this!” Honore laughed and took his hand and led him over to the crowded dance floor.
You just gotta let my luv….let my luuuuuv…let Slick’s luv adore you…
Slick put a lil twist on the Miguel track as it resonated through the club and him and Honore, along with multiple other couples, did their rhythmic two-step to the banga.
“You having a good time?” Slick whispered in her ear as he switched gears, pulling her into his arms as they danced real close to the classic jam.
“Yeah, I am,” Honore said, slowly grinding her body into Slick’s crotch as heat rose between them. “But honestly, though, I’m ready to leave.”
“A’ight,” Slick responded as he felt his phone vibrate again and his manhood rise. “I’m glad you enjoyed ya’self tonight, but cool. I’ll get you back to your crib, baby.”
“Uh-uh,” Honore shook her head freely letting her body flow to the music. “I wanna go home with you, Slick. I’m not ready for this to end yet and I definitely don’t want it to end here.”
Slick was feeling it too, and he was instantly ready to get outta there and head to the crib and get up in her guts.
“Yo, you sure this is what you wanna do?” he asked quietly. Don’t let her in too close, he cautioned himself. But he knew that shit was pointless because he was already a goner.
She nodded. “Hell yeah. Just don’t be falling in love and shit when it’s over ’cause I don’t believe in being cuffed.”
Slick hit her with that fuck outta here look again, and they laughed and made their way towards the exit.
$$$$$
The Manhattan skyline sparkled in the backdrop as Honore stared at the mega lights from the balcony of Slick’s condo apartment. This nigga musta been a real good thief because she knew finery when she saw it. Slick’s whole shit was laid and smooth. It was one of those ten to fifteen grand a month joints, and she figured he financed it by selling big time drugs and committing multiple armed robberies.
He had turned on some music and poured her a glass of champagne as soon as she stepped in the door, and she was feeling good as fuck as he came up behind her and pressed his nose into her neck.
“You like what you see?” he growled in a sexy voice.
His wood was on brick and poking the hell outta her from behind, and Honore laughed as she turned around and pulled her strapless cat suit all the way down until her naked crotch and titties were exposed.
“Naw, baby. Do you like what you see?”
Slick was mesmerized. Her skin looked like smooth buttercream. Her bulging breasts were a firm D-cup and her nipples stuck out like pencil erasers. Her triangle was spectacular. Her lady garden was curly and neatly trimmed, and her plump lil clitoris looked nice and suckable.
Enjoying his drool, Honore stepped completely out of her outfit and kicked it to the side. Her twenty-two-inch waist was toned and tight, and her hips flared out in two perfect curves. Wearing nothing but her sleek stiletto pumps and a big sexy smile, she turned around and walked back inside Slick’s bedroom knowing his eyes were stuck like glue to her sculpted ass.
And Slick was damn sure watching too. That ass was flawless. It was smooth as baby cheeks and puffed out like pow! There was a deep dimple above each mound of her rump that perfected her rearview picture.
Honore stood by the bed and let him soak up her beauty. Slick swallowed it up and took it all in, then he stripped outta his gear and stood bold and naked in front of her too.
“What happened?” Honore asked, running her fingers over the scars on his chiseled stomach and buff chest.
Slick shrugged. “I was betrayed by somebody who was supposed to love me.”
Honore nodded. Even with the scars she had to admit she was impressed. This nigga was fine and all cut up. Swole arms, chiseled six-pack, and enough thick black dick to satisfy five horny bitches. Honore knew for a fact that some good fuckin was about to be going on tonight!
And Slick damn sure didn’t disappoint her. He walked up on her and took her in his strong arms. His chocolate skin felt like hot steel as he pulled her to his chest. His lips crushed hers and he thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth. Honore sighed and let herself go. He kissed her so thoroughly that she got dizzy and her pussy started leaking that good sticky stuff.
His hands roamed her body and ignited heat bombs everywhere he touched. Her breasts, her nipples, her ass, Slick had her about to explode like a firecracker. His tongue was expert as he licked all around her sand-colored aureoles before aiming for her erect nipples. Staring into her eyes, he got down on his knees on the carpet and kissed a path down her tight stomach and headed straight for that dugout.
Honore stood there gasping and trembling in anticipation. As the music played softly in the background, Slick massaged her outrageous ass with both hands like he had never seen a donk so gorgeous and round before. His breath was hot on her crotch as he gave her two quick taps on the hip so she could spread her legs wider. With sweetness already dripping down her leg, Honore was happy to comply.
Slick went to work on her like an expert and she almost lost her damn mind when he parted her pussy lips and his lips closed down firmly on her fat, sensitive clit. Honore shivered like crazy as sparks of pure pleasure spread throughout her whole damn body, and if Slick hadn’t been bracing her with his strong arms she woulda fell the fuck over!
He took his time and licked her pussy out from one end to the other, sopping up all the juice she was squirting as he went. His tongue probed and flicked and teased and licked, and Honore was on cloud fuckin nine as she threw her head back and bucked against his face like a dopefiend getting a gigantic hit.
She felt a powerful orgasm rising inside her and she grabbed his head and whimpered as she humped and wiped her clit all over his stiffened tongue. When her explosion came it damn near knocked her out, and she sagged in Slick’s arms and whimpered like a baby as he caressed every inch of her body.
And then it was time to really get loose.
The only reason Honore was with this dude in the first place was because he had something she wanted. And right now she wanted that dick. Yeah, she was gonna work this mothafucka over and get the info she was after. But not yet. Not tonight. Tonight, she told herself as they switched places and she kissed the rock-hard mounds of his chest and slid downward until the head of his magnificent dick throbbed heavily on her tongue, tonight she was gonna satisfy the part of her that not even money could touch.
After all, she was a killer and a cut-throat conniving trickster, but she was also a woman. She giggled inside as she gripped his thick long dick in her hands like a joystick and opened her mouth real wide. Nah, this wasn’t written on her to-do list and it damn sure wasn’t part of the game, but who woulda thought the Queen of Diamonds would be butt-naked in a mark’s crib, crouched down on her hands and knees sucking dick like a chump and loving it?
CHAPTER 19
Some Dick and A Nut
While Honore was on her knees giving Slick some good brain, Cucci and her brand new bae named Ice Pick were in the back of Club Goode smoking hookah and sniffing coke. She had just wrapped her juicy lips around his dick and given him some mean-ass head, and right now his nuts were drained and satisfied.
“Ayo bitch, slow the fuck down,” Ice Pick pushed hard against his new fuck-buddy as she leaned over a silver tray. “You sniffing that shit up like a vacuum cleaner! Save some for later. I don’t need you getting too damn happy up in here.”
“Relax, Papi,” Cucci said in a daze of euphoria. She reached over and patted his crotch. “Just like this dick you got, I like the way this shit makes me feel. Besides you got that dynamite work. This shit got me on cloud nine, daddy.”
“Yeah we do got that bomb pack,” Ice Pick agreed as he exhaled a cloud of Hookah smoke. “Ay, don’t you gotta work in the morning? When you gonna let me run up in that jewelry store and get some of that ice? We can act like you getting robbed and split the profits. Ya bosses won’t know a damn thing.”
“Nah baby,” Cucci said coming to her senses. “I’m always down to hit a lick but I got other shit going on. I fucks with my job and they fucks with me. Plus we can scheme on some bigger shit than a little punk-ass jewelry spot.”
Cucci wasn’t about to have Ice Pick coming up to her damn job getting her arrested. She wasn’t telling him shit about the business she had going on with Honore and the Crushed Ice Clique neither. Sheeiit, she was high but she wasn’t stupid. A cardinal rule amongst the clique was to never expose plans, personal identities, or business relationships with anybody. Honore would kill her ass for disclosing information with an outside nigga like Ice Pick. Plus, even with Joel dead the money was still flowing in and her bank account was stacking lovely, so Cucci didn’t wanna fuck nothing up. Ice Pick was good about giving up the dick and the dope, but he was shy about giving up the dollars. So for now she would keep her mouth closed and keep doing her thing.
But she had big plans for their future because this nigga Ice was a member of the biggest get-money gang in Brooklyn. He was a Goode Brother, and they were considered royalty in the Empire underworld. Cucci had been spending the weekend with her girlfriend in Brooklyn when she met him. Her girl had sucked a bouncer’s dick to get them into the VIP section at Club Goode just so Cucci could get Ice Pick’s attention. They had clicked together and hooked up, and since then they had gone out on a few dates where Ice Pick treated her to fancy food and some high-powered coke, and in return Cucci gave him the best fuck of his life every time she slid her thong off.
And her shit musta been super-good too because Ice Pick coulda had any bitch in the city he wanted, but so far he kept coming back to Cucci. But Ice was possessive and paranoid, so all the other niggas Cucci was entertaining had got cut the fuck off. Cucci got off on power, and she wasn’t gonna mess up the chance to be with a boss-ass nigga like Ice Pick for some low-level fuck boy who couldn’t even shine her bae’s Gators. The power and notoriety Ice Pick had acquired in the streets was second only to his brother Handgun. Them dangerous but dapper Goode brothers had the streets in a headlock and everybody knew it. Bitches would line up and snake their own mommas for the opportunity to fuck with any one of the five brothers, and Cucci would do whatever it took to keep her gangsta on lock.
“You sure about that shit?” Ice asked skeptically, still thinking about hitting the diamond and jewelry exchange.
Cucci nodded. “Hell yeah. Plus they already up on shit like that at my job. As soon as somebody gets robbed the first person they look at is whoever she’s fuckin with. Uh-uh. That ain’t the move, daddy.”
“I can dig it,” Ice Pick said. “I might need you for some other shit anyway. There’s a couple of deliveries I need you to drop for me sometime soon. I got some molly coming in that has to get distributed. Just because you got big lips and good pussy don’t mean you ain’t gonna work for this dick, you know Cucci. Everybody around me gotta be legit and produce. I don’t put bitches on a pedestal.”
“Nah, I’m with the shit, Ice Pick,” Cucci said as she crossed her legs and looked at him seductively. “No doubt, I’m all in with that work daddy and I know how to earn my keep. I ain’t no bum bitch asking for a handout. Sheeiit,” Cucci laughed. “Where they do that at?”
“You damn right,” Ice Pick laughed with her as he sniffed a nostril full of coke. “But fuck all that, right now I need you to get back on ya knees. I’m ready for round two, ya heard.”
Cucci grinned as she licked her lips and flexed her jaws. “One good dick-sucking, coming right up. I thought you would never ask.”
Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and assumed the position. In a cocaine-filled daze Cucci went to work sucking and licking and pleasing her nigga. She knew her spot at Ice Pick’s side wasn’t guaranteed and the next bitch would love to take it, so she had to fuck and suck real good so he would realize that she was a thorough-ass rider who was worth keeping around. It was hard out there for a bitch. Keeping a good gangsta happy was no easy task, but Cucci was more than up for the challenge.
$$$$$
Honore had barely made it in her door before Sly McFly started blowing up her cell phone.
“What did you find out?” he barked as soon as she answered. “Where the hell did you go and how much info did that nigga give up?”
For the first time ever Honore found herself hiding something from the number one man in her life.
“Oh, we just chilled at some stupid lil club,” she yawned real loud like she was exhausted. “I couldn’t ask a whole bunch of questions all at once, but I got a lil something outta him. I mean, I’m gonna see him again so I’ma definitely probe for more, but at least I did get a lil something.”
Sly McFly snorted loudly, the sound filled with disgust. “Yeah, your ass got something alright. I bet the fuck you did. Remember, them Jewish niggas want their money back and it’s your ass that’s on the line. So the next time you screw that thieving punk-ass nigga you better get more outta him than just some dick and a nut!”
CHAPTER 20
Going for the Kill
It wasn’t easy to face your own death, and facing it all alone was even worse. Cancer was a killer, but payback was a mothafucka and Jewelz took comfort in the plan that was brewing in the back of her mind. There were certain things she had to do before she left this world, and she had been tracking down those two mangy dogs, Donnie Haskell and Chimp Charlie, in a quiet but determined way.
Part of the reason Jewelz had started working for Bajan Andy and his crew in the first place was to learn the necessary skills it would take to get some retribution on those who had done her wrong. For years she had fantasized about waging a suicide mission against Donnie and Charlie, with all three of them dying together in a blaze of glory that would finally satisfy her burning thirst for revenge.
It wasn’t until Slick found her and put her on with his crew that Jewelz realized that her dreams could come true and she could body those who had wronged her without destroying herself in the process.
Bajan Andy had taught her how to strong-arm goons and bust a nigga’s skull, but under Slick’s training Jewelz had learned the art of stealth. She learned how to stalk her victims and execute them without them even knowing she was ever there. Jewelz was versatile and that made her excellent at role playing, infiltrating, and manipulating situations to get closer to the kill. In the assassin game she had become one of the most deadly women on the east coast.
And being part of a hit team that truly relied upon her and respected her had breathed new life into Jewelz. Although she was in the business of taking lives, she couldn’t help but think that in many ways joining the Zip ’em up Crew is what had saved her own.
Being around Slick was her true peace. Slick had been there to witness her greatest moments of pain, and Jewelz wanted him to be the source of her greatest moments of joy. In all her fantasies Slick was her knight in shining armor and she was his fair lady. In her sweetest dreams Jewelz traveled the world with him and give birth to all of his beautiful seeds.
