Chronicles of Crooklyn, page 19
But those were just dreams. Life was a different story. Some days Jewelz felt like the most unstoppable bitch on the planet. On other days she felt vulnerable and she just wanted to be loved. But on this particular day it was the desire for revenge that weighed heavily on her soul.
I know a couple of hangouts that Donnie is known to slum around at, Jewelz thought as she stretched out in her plush bed. Chimp Charlie seems to have slipped off the radar, but not even a New York City roach like him can hide forever. Them niggas thought they could pimp young pussies and ruin the lives of innocent girls without feeling some payback and retribution? Well they got another mothafucking think coming!
Jewelz knew her rage could override her senses, so she picked up the phone to call Slick so she could run her plan past him real quick. She had already called him several times that night and left messages, but she figured she would try again.
She listened with a frown on her face as his phone just rang and rang. She waited and let a few minutes pass and then tried him again, but he still didn’t pick up. Fuck it, she thought, wondering what Slick was so busy doing that he couldn’t pick up the phone for her. She tried not to let her imagination get the best of her, but that nigga knew she didn’t just be calling him outta the blue just to chit-chat.
Yeah, fuck it, she said again. Maybe it was best to keep her plans on the low anyway. Never let your right hand know what your left hand was doing. Yeah, fuck all that. Every nigga who had ever done her wrong was gonna get something cruel back in return. Especially Donnie Hassell and Chimp Charlie. Them niggas were short-timers for this world. Jewelz was going to make sure of that. The monster that them bastards had created was gonna be the same monster who sent them both straight to hell.
CHAPTER 21
Size ’em Up
“Wow, bae, its kinda chilly out here. I should’ve bought a jacket,” Honore said and tucked her arm underneath Slick’s as they walked down a busy street in the city. Slick stood more than a full head taller than the average man, and he held her arm securely as they threaded through the thick crowd.
They were hanging out in Manhattan today, but Slick really wanted to be sniffing around in Crooklyn. He was getting more and more curious about the beautiful chick who was starting to work her way inside his heart. He wanted to know everything about her, and he especially wanted to know exactly where at in his borough Honore rested her head. Which is why he had offered to pick her up from her crib for their date today. But Honore had resisted.
“I already told you I live with my cousin not far from Fulton Street. She’s real mean and nasty and she don’t want no strange randoms coming by her apartment. Besides, you’re a lil late to be picking me up anyway,” Honore told him when he called and asked for her home address so he could jet by and snatch her up.
“I left my house a long time ago. It’s a school day, remember? I’m already downtown, but you can meet me outside of that big deli by the school if you want to.”
“Nah,” Slick had said coldly. “The agreement was that I was gonna swing by your spot and pick you up. Do you remember that convo we had? Why you tell me I could come by if you knew you wasn’t gonna be there?”
“Damn! Why you acting so hostile? I thought I was gonna be there. I’m in college, remember? I forgot I had to come in early and meet a few of my classmates so we could finish working on a group project. It’s no biggie, Slick. Like I said, I live with my cousin and our place ain’t that grand, so it’s not like you missed out on nothing anyway.”
But Slick felt like he had missed out and he was disappointed. This was some real shit they had going on. They were already past the cat and mouse stage where he pushed for the pussy and she held it out and then snatched it back. Their sheet thing was legit, and it was obvious that they had a real attraction to each other. Honore had been inside his castle twice now, yet he had never even laid eyes on hers. That shit just didn’t feel right.
Swallowing his disappointment, he had agreed to meet her outside the deli by the college, and since Honore had a little free time before she needed to go study for her next class, Slick drove her across the Brooklyn Bridge and into Manhattan so they could do a little shopping.
“You seem like a real typical Brooklyn girl,” Slick observed as Honore looked over her shoulder as they crossed the bridge and left New York’s largest borough behind. “Don’t worry. I’ma make sure you get back home.”
Honore gave him the side eye. “I am a Brooklyn girl,” she laughed as she lied. “I’m the sugar coating on the Big Apple, but there ain’t nothing typical about me. You can believe that.”
As they strode around the mighty borough of money-makin Manhattan, Honore snuggled up against Slick and they blended into a sea of their fellow New Yorkers.
“I gotta admit something, French Fry,” Slick said as they walked through Midtown with bags full of Gucci, Louis V, and Prada from Saks Fifth Avenue. He put his arm around her waist and kissed her softly on her lips. “It feels real good hanging out with you. The way I stay on the grind and the way you stay in school, neither one of us has a whole lotta leisure time, but I’m always down to make time for you.”
Honore let her lips linger on his and savored the heat that he sparked up inside her. It wasn’t hard to play the lil girlfriend role with Slick at all, and she couldn’t deny that she was sexually attracted to him. But putting all that lovey-dovey bullshit aside, she was determined to maintain her position and get what the hell she had come for.
She glanced up at him and reluctantly admitted to herself that if it wasn’t for this dude she probably would have been shot dead the night his crew robbed that jewelry store. But even though she appreciated him, she had no room to be all mushy and emotional. At the end of the day money was her true motivation, and right now she didn’t need no man or no fuckin love. She didn’t need nothing but that damn diamond and her paper!
“I like kickin it with you too, baby,” she said softly and gave him a sweet smile. She angled her body so she could rub her titty on his arm. “I wanna spend more time with you Slick, but I’m trying to keep my life as balanced as possible, know what I mean? Getting my schoolwork done and staying on top of my grades are my main priorities. I try not to deviate too much from that because I made a vow on my mother’s grave that I would make something outta my life and not wind up like a lot of females that I grew up with in the projects.”
“I feel you baby. I grew up in the ‘jects too, so I can’t be mad at that,” Slick said as he grinned down at her. He admired this chick’s fortitude and he was glad he had the cheese to take her shopping. He didn’t mind blowing a few grand on whatever she wanted so she could rock all the latest fashions when she stepped up in that school.
“Tell the truth, Honore,” he joked. “The only reason you going to college is ’cause you tryna join the NBA.”
There was laughter in Slick’s eyes, but he respected the fact that she was working hard for her future and he felt like he’d found something special in her. Sure, he knew the way they had met was fucked up, but he hoped in time that this girl would grow to trust him.
Honore looked confused. “The NBA? What in the world is that supposed to mean, baby?” She grinned and shook her head. “You know I’m not no athlete. I mean, I love to watch hoops and all, but I damn sure can’t get into no NBA or no WNBA neither, for that matter. You seen my gigantic booty? I’m built for comfort homeboy, not for speed.”
Slick smiled down at her again and admired her dimples. She was definitely a sexy muffucka, that was undeniable.
“Nah, I ain’t even talking about sports, baby. I’m saying you’re trying to join that other NBA. The Never Broke Again league. Nah’m sayin?”
Honore got the joke and busted out laughing. If he only knew how right he was! The Never Broke Again league! He was batting on a thousand with that one because she refused to go out like a sucka. It was money over everything with her, and she was just as hungry as a corner boy trying to work his way up to be a wholesaler!
The cold truth was, Honore would do whatever it took to get paid. She used the charms of her body when she had to, but most often she relied on the art of skullduggery. She was willing to lie in anybody’s face, step on whoever’s neck, or kill whatever the fuck got in the way of her achieving her goals.
And right now the goal was to get that goddamn diamond that Slick had stolen so Avi could sell it and she could pay back that sweet money that the Jews had fronted Joel Samuelson. But in order to do that, she had to stay on her game and out-slick the cat walking beside her who called himself Slick.
“Yeah,” she said, playing coy so she could keep him talking. “Being broke is for the birds, but hey, look at you! Mad dollas, stank whip, hot crib. I can tell you ballin. Besides, you must have made off pretty good with that ‘whatever’ y’all stole in that red briefcase on Fulton Street that night, huh?”
Slick was almost caught off guard. His mind whirred like a computer. This girl worked right in the damn jewelry store that he had pulled a hit in. She probably knew what was in that red briefcase better than he did, and she must have thought his crew stole it and made some big bank off it.
And that’s a good thing, Slick told himself, even though Whitey had disposed of the briefcase according to the BBU’s instructions. Yeah, let her think we just some regular old stick-up niggas who pulled a kick-door for some slum jewels.
Even though she had him in his feelings and his nose was open on her guts, Slick had been real careful. He had never mentioned a word to Honore about his true profession. Everything in her little mind had come straight outta her imagination, so the conclusion she’d drawn made sense.
Slick chuckled to himself. This chick probably thought he was some kind of petty thief. Well, he was a thief all right, but he stole lives, not jewels.
“Well did y’all get something big outta that briefcase or nah?” she repeated.
Like a smooth-ass playa, Slick deflected her question.
“Nah,” he said emotionlessly. “That wasn’t no big payday for us, baby. Too much heat got aimed at that situation to mess around with it. But it’s all good. I get my money by any means, so I’m not stuck scrambling in just one lane.”
His words got Honore’s interest because while he didn’t say where her damn diamond might be, he implied that he hadn’t gotten rid of it. That was a good start for now, and she believed that if she rubbed a little more titty on him and continued fucking his head up with her fluffy ass, she could squeeze the rest of the information out of him in due time.
Honore was devious and cunning. She was patient, too. She knew better than to show her hand by pushing the envelope too hard too early, so she threaded her fingers through his and let shit be.
For now…
$$$$$
The drive back to Brooklyn was one of the hottest of Honore’s life. She knew Slick had felt some kinda way about not picking her up at her non-existent phony crib in Brooklyn, but she knew exactly how to get that nigga’s head right back on track.
Not that it was gonna be difficult because Slick was so manned-up and self-assured with his shit that it came off sexy as fuck, and just being up under him had her moist in the crotch. She side-eyed him with a smirk as he pushed his whip down the Manhattan streets so he could take her back to school. He was comfortable in his role and his supreme confidence was enough to make any woman horny. His big old hands were capable and assured on the wheel, giving off the impression that he was in complete control of his large expensive car and of everything else in his life.
Honore’s thoughts got her so worked up that she couldn’t even help herself as Slick stopped for a traffic light and she reached over and placed her hand on his crotch and rubbed his soft dick.
Slick glanced at her and grinned. “Sup? You know what you doing girl? Don’t fuck around and get ya’self in trouble a’ight. You might bite off more than ya lil mouth can handle.”
Honore giggled and got real bold with it. In a flash she had his belt loose, his zipper down, and his dick in her hand.
“Wake up, black snake,” she cooed as she squeezed and jacked his joint while he drove. “Lemme see you turn into a one-eye monster and start wrecking shit around here!”
Slick’s monster didn’t need no help coming to life. Before Honore could get outta her seatbelt and crawl up on her knees, his shit was on full-throttle brick and dripping at the tip.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” Honore muttered as her mouth watered and her lips trembled with desire. Slick barely had time to push his seat back before she dove facedown into his lap and deep-throated his shit until it felt like his bone was gonna explode outta the top of her head.
“Goddamn, girl,” Slick gasped as he drove with one hand and palmed her head with the other one. “You gonna fuck around and make me crash my shit up,” he panted.
“Uh-uh,” Honore disagreed from her throat as she licked and squeezed and slobbed all over his knob. She had no fear at all because she knew Slick was maintaining complete control over the situation as she gave him a blow-job that was outta this world.
Slick enjoyed that shit to the max as he drove back over the bridge. The excitement Honore generated had him feeling like a young bull as he navigated the whip and got his joint mouth-mauled at the same time.
When it was time for him to shoot his load, he grunted and moaned and his eyes damn near rolled back in his head, but he kept the car pointed steady and straight ahead.
“Yum,” Honore said as she swallowed his hot seed and enjoyed the way his spurt felt sliding down her throat. “I think I just paid the tab for all the stuff you bought me today.”
Slick chuckled as she tucked his dick back inside his pants. “The head was good but you don’t owe me nothing, baby. My generosity ain’t for sale. For the right woman it’s free.”
Honore stared. “Is that right?”
Slick looked over at her. Her lips were red and puffy and the thought of them sucking all over his joint was about to give him major wood again.
“That’s right, baby. Ain’t no dollar signs on this dick. You can get it anytime.”
Honore smiled. “Well if that’s the case I know of a nice hotel that’s only a few blocks away. How about we swing by there and you can put some of that free love down on me in the proper way. Shit,” she giggled, “I wanna cum too!”
“But what about school? Don’t you have a class to go to?”
Honore waved that shit off. “I can get the notes from one of my friends. I already have an A average so missing one day won’t set me back a bit.”
Twenty minutes later Slick had Honore flat on her back in a swanky hotel room getting her shit smashed. With both of them naked, he lifted her in his arms and carried her over to the wall and pressed her up against it. Shifting his grip, he held her under her upper thighs as she reached between them and guided the head of his dick into that juicy spot between her legs.
Pausing at her entrance, Honore gripped his pulsating dick in her hand. She rubbed the swollen head all over her clit and shivered as electric sparks of pleasure spiraled through her entire body.
“Put it in,” Slick whispered in a husky voice.
Using her tight pussy muscles, Honore slowly sucked him inside of her. His dick felt harder than solid cement and the sensation of him scraping up against her inner walls drove her wild.
Their sex thang was so strong they fucked like animals; grunting and heaving and panting and moaning. Honore had the body of his fantasies, and Slick got up in that pussy and filled her all the way up, stroking and pounding that ass like a hammer as she screamed out his name and nutted over and over again.
He carried her back to the bed so he could get his. Slick dicked her down slowly and properly, digging up in them guts and sloshing her pussy juice around with his long, strong tool. By the time they finished they had torn the sheets off the bed and both of their bodies were drenched in sweat.
Slick felt like the luckiest man in the universe as he lay back on the pillows and Honore crawled her beautiful self up in his arms. They snuggled close together, cuddling and feeling each other in their new-found attraction, and just before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep Slick thought to himself, This shit feels dope as hell. A nigga might could one day fall for a girl like her.
CHAPTER 22
Take ’em Out
It had been a long, banging ass night. One of the best in his whole fuckin life, and Slick was feeling like a sexed-out fiend as he walked his lil crooked-leg walk toward building 430.
On the outside he was back in Sometimey mode, but on the inside he was full on all the hot sex that sweet Honore had laid on him. She had dove down on him in the car while he was driving back to Brooklyn and sucked his dick like a champ until he blasted one off straight down her throat.
Honore had wanted to get her shit off too, so they had checked into a lavish hotel downtown and drank a bottle of wine and fucked like rabbits. Slick had waxed that ass for hours and he had her slobbering and grunting his name until she was hoarse and couldn’t take no more. They’d fallen asleep for a couple of hours and then got up and ordered steak and shrimp from room service, and then Slick had picked her up in his strong arms and broke her off proper again.
They had spent hours in bed together and he hated making her miss her class like that, but he couldn’t deny the feeling of deep satisfaction in his gut as he drove her to her classmate’s crib later that night.
Never before had he put so much of his heart into making love to a chick. He almost felt like a sherm behind the way he had pulled out every trick in his book to turn her out. There wasn’t no fuckin or no boning in it either. It had been pure loving making on his part, and for him to go all out like that over a girl he had practically just met and didn’t even know was truly an uncommon thing.
