Flirt, page 16
“I’ll be right there, big daddy,” I called back, stirring the fatal drink with my finger.
EIGHTEEN
Gina
I felt like such a fucking whore. I had had a one-night stand or three in the past, but this one made me feel especially dirty.
“Yo, on the real, that was some good pussy,” Slim declared. He was lying on the bed beside me. On the nightstand were two glasses of Alizé Red Passion.
Princess had told me where to find him, and true to form, he showed up like clockwork at the liquor store. I was wearing some tight-ass shorts and a tank top with no bra, and of course he couldn’t resist trying to lay his mack down. He was surprised that I had actually gone for the weak-ass lines he was kicking, but even more surprised that Red Alizé was my drink of choice, too. We stood in front of the liquor store talking for a few minutes before jumping in my car and heading to the hourly motel off of Fourteenth and Tenth.
Slim talked big shit the whole time, but when we got down to business, it was a different story. Granted, he was a pretty decent size, but he couldn’t fuck. He tried to force his self inside me before I was even wet, and when he finally did get the pussy, he didn’t know what to do with it. Slim pounded away like he was doing me, but all he was really doing was bruising my insides. I got no pleasure from sleeping with my friend’s man, and was thrilled beyond words when he finally came, a half hour later.
“Good pussy for good dick.” I snuggled against him and kissed his chest. His skin tasted like old bologna, but I acted like it was as sweet as candy. “Listen, why don’t you go in the bathroom and wash your dick so I can show you how nasty I really get.” I held my breath and let my tongue tickle the skin under his balls. “If you’re nice, I might even swallow it.”
Slim jumped up so fast that he almost killed his self when his legs got caught in the cheap sheets. Grinning like the ass he was, Slim ducked into the bathroom, giving me time to work my magic. I scrambled to the floor and retrieved my hoochie shorts. In the pocket, I had a prescription bottle filled with the sap from my wild cherries. As the liquid dissolved into his drink, I started to have second thoughts. True enough, I needed to be free, but it wasn’t worth my immortal soul to gain it. I was about to pour the Alizé out when Slim came out of the bathroom.
He strutted around the bed, dick swinging, like he was the man of the hour. I looked on in horror as Slim snatched up the glass of Alizé and downed it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked down at me and said, “Now let’s see about that freak shit you was talking.”
“Lord forgive me,” I whispered, before I knelt in front of Slim and started teasing the head of his dick with my tongue. It tasted like sweat and cheap soap, but I managed to get it in my mouth without throwing up. As I looked up at Slim’s eyes rolling into the back of his head, I prayed that the poison would kick in before I had to make good on my promise to swallow.
NINETEEN
Princess
Jackie had finished off the entire pitcher of smoothie while I was still working on my first glass. Sitting there waiting for something to happen made me so nervous that I felt like I was going to shit myself. I wasn’t sure how effective the wild cherry sap was, but I hoped it did what it was supposed to, because I’d hate to have fucked Jackie’s repulsive ass for nothing. When he’d finished off the last of the smoothie, he started getting touchy again. He fondled my breasts while stroking himself back hard. God, not again.
“You ’bout ready to get this good dick, girl?” He slapped his penis against his leg.
“I was born ready,” I lied. I slipped another condom on and straddled Jackie. I began grinding on him slowly, speeding up as I got wetter. Jackie was beneath me, pumping away, when his face suddenly went slack and I could feel his dick going limp inside me. It was finally kicking in. I leaned in and kissed him on both cheeks before whispering to him, “Gina’s is the last ass you’re ever gonna beat.”
Jackie tried to push me off him, but I dropped my weight down on him, pinning him to the floor. He tried to take a swing at me, but the poison had him so weak that I was able to swat the blows away. The poison was killing him, but it wasn’t working fast enough, so I started strangling him. I rode Jackie’s cock like I was at the Kentucky Derby, while digging my fingers into his throat. When I looked down at his face, I didn’t see Gina’s husband, but the man who had been the cause of my misery, Slim. I didn’t release Jackie’s throat until vomit started spilling from his mouth and nose. It was a disgusting sight, but I was too caught up in my own rage. When I finally heard the death rattle escape him, I climbed off his dick and went to the bathroom to throw up.
After scrubbing every inch of my body, I came back and examined my handiwork. Jackie was lying in a pool of his own vomit, with his limp dick still inside the condom. Shit was pooling beneath his ass, leaving a foul odor in the air. I carefully removed the condom with a paper towel and ran a Dustbuster over his genitals to remove any hair traces I’d left. It was probably unnecessary, but I had seen it on an episode of Forensic Files, so I figured it couldn’t hurt. After I got dressed, I sat in the far corner of the living room, trying not to look at Jackie’s corpse while I waited for Gina to call and tell me she’d done her part.
TWENTY
Gina
I had been sucking on Slim’s foul-smelling cock for about ten minutes when I felt his body stiffen. I ducked my head out of the way, thinking he was about to come and felt something drip onto my shoulder. I looked up and saw that there was vomit spilling over Slim’s lower lip. I had read about the effects of wild cherries when they were ingested, but seeing it was something else.
Slim staggered backwards and bounced off the wall. “What . . . what?” He was trying to speak, but his throat was closing up on him.
I rolled to the other side of the bed and collected my clothes off the floor. “Princess sends her love, you bastard.”
At the mention of her name, Slim’s eyes went wide. “You bitches . . . you bitches set me up!” Slim tried to lunge for me, but it was uncoordinated, and he ended up falling over the bed. I ran around to the other side of the room to try and get to the door, but he managed to grab my arm and knock me off balance. I landed on the floor, on top of his pants, with something cold jabbing me in my back. I reached behind me and came up holding the small .22 that had been in his pocket.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he shambled toward me.
“Stay back,” I warned him, trying to scoot against the wall. Even when I aimed the gun at him, he kept coming. At that moment, I saw my life flashing before my eyes and prayed for God to give me strength. From the look in Slim’s eyes, I knew that he would kill me before the wild cherry sap killed him. Closing my eyes, I pulled the trigger.
I don’t know how long I sat there on the floor, but my legs were starting to cramp. Slim sat on the floor, propped against the bed with vomit staining his chin and chest, while a faint stream of urine was coming from his dick. I had never seen a dead body other than in a funeral home, but even without the makeup and casket, I knew Slim was gone.
I fumbled with my phone and called Princess. When she picked up, I just started rambling. “Princess, it’s me. Oh, God, oh God. I did it, Princess, he’s dead. The poison wasn’t working fast enough, so I took his gun and—”
“Gina, don’t say another word over the phone.” She had cut me off. “Listen to me very carefully: Get your shit and leave the motel room. Get to your house as fast as you can, but drive carefully so you don’t get pulled over.”
“But what about Slim’s body?” I asked.
“Leave it there. It’s an hourly motel, so they don’t have any of your information. Turn the air conditioner on high and leave. By the time they find him, you’ll be long gone.”
“Princess, I—”
“I told you, not on the phone. Slim is good where he is, but we’ve gotta get rid of this mess you’ve got over here.”
“Oh my God, is Jackie—”
“Gina, please stop asking me stupid-ass questions and get over here.” She ended the call.
I jumped into my clothes, but was still afraid to leave the room. I kept having visions of the police swooping down on me as soon as I got in the hall. “Get it together, Gina.” I slapped myself. There was a dead body at my feet and one in my house. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
I composed myself enough to get Randy on the line. I figured we’d need some help with getting rid of Jackie’s body. I could trust my brother above all else. When he answered his phone, I could barely get the words out without having them sound like the ravings of a madwoman. The only thing he was able to understand was that there was an emergency at my house and I needed him to come over there. He tried to ask me what happened, but I ended the call. Gathering my courage, I slipped into the hall and tried my best not to break into a run as I left the motel.
When I got to my house, Princess was pacing in my living room, smoking a cigarette. Even over the smoke, I could smell death in the air. I didn’t have to see what was under the sheet in the middle of my living room to know it was my husband, the man whom I had promised to love and honor, but ended up betraying.
“Are you okay?” Princess rushed over and hugged me.
“Hell no,” I said, trembling. “We’re murderers, Princess, murderers.”
Princess held my face in her hands and kissed me. “No we’re not, Gina, we’re free. Now come help me wrap this body up so we can get him out of here.”
Princess and I wrapped Jackie from his neck to his feet in an old carpet that I had in the attic, but he was too tall for his head to fit. Princess wanted to cut it off, but I wouldn’t let her. We had already done enough. Instead, we wrapped it in a plastic bag and tied a pillow case over that. I was just cutting the string that we’d tied around the carpet when my front door flew open. My brother, Randy, stood in the doorway with a pistol in his hand.
“Gina, are you okay?” he asked, seeing me standing in the middle of the living room looking a hot mess. “When you called, I thought Jackie was kicking your ass again.”
“Jackie won’t be kicking anybody else’s ass.” Princess nodded to the parcel lying on the floor.
Randy’s jaw dropped. “Tell me that isn’t Jackie? Gina.” He turned watery eyes to me. “Please tell me that y’all didn’t kill Jackie.”
“Randy, let me explain,” I pleaded.
“Explain what, how you let this dumb bitch gas you up to go to prison?” Randy snapped. “Stupid, just fucking stupid.”
“Well, I didn’t see nobody else rushing to Gina’s rescue.” Princess glared at Randy. The tension in the air was so thick that I suddenly found it hard to breathe.
Randy paced the floor. “This is fucked up, real fucked up. I can’t believe y’all killed him.” His voice was trembling.
“We didn’t do shit, I killed Jackie,” Princess confessed. She sat on the couch and lit another cigarette. “You can call it what you want, Randy, but it was the only way Gina could’ve ever gotten away from Jackie. Look, I know y’all are scared, but it’s gonna be okay. All we have to do is—” Before Princess could finish her sentence, her head exploded. I was so shocked that all I could do was stare at my brother as he placed the gun on the coffee table and knelt over Jackie’s body.
“No, no, no,” Randy sobbed, cradling Jackie’s body. “You couldn’t just leave him, could you? No, you had to kill him!”
“But Randy, I thought you of all people would’ve been happy that I was rid of Jackie.”
Randy turned his red eyes toward me. “I wanted him out of your life, not dead, Gina!”
“But I don’t understand.”
“He was my lover,” Randy spat, shocking me even further. “For the last three years, Jackie and I were having an affair.”
“But Jackie hated you because you were gay.”
“He didn’t hate me because I was gay, Gina. He hated me because he knew that as long as he was married to my sister, we would never be more than a late-night booty call. You killed my lover, Gina!”
I felt like all the strength had been sapped from my body as I watched my brother mourn the loss of his lover, my husband. All these years, I would’ve never expected Jackie to be in the closet, not my Jackie. As I knelt there with my brother and the bodies of my two lovers, I realized that you never really knew someone until you knew them.
Twice in a Lifetime
ANGEL MITCHELL
For my grandmother Mellow Frankie Mitchell
Ten minutes, Marley thought as she lay staring at the ceiling with her arms folded tightly across her chest. She looked over at her latest conquest, who was snoring softly, and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “Come on,” she whispered.
Marley stared at the small digital clock on the nightstand until the red numbers changed and displayed three thirty. Exactly thirty minutes after the sexual liaison ended. That was the exact amount of time that she needed to recuperate and not seem as if she were rushing to leave. That was one of her “regulations.” She never stayed any longer than that, no matter what manipulative tactics her conquest tried to use on her. Marley had other rules as well. She never kissed on the mouth before, during, or after “the act,” and she never let her date hold her afterwards. Strict rules she developed to keep her from getting caught up and to protect her heart from ever being broken again.
Lifting the covers from her body, Marley stepped out of bed and grabbed her dress from the chair. If it weren’t for the light from the street that seeped through a small opening in the curtains, Marley would surely have tripped over the mess of bodybuilding magazines, sneakers, and dirty clothes scattered around Marquez Jones’s apartment.
Moving slowly and quietly, Marley grabbed her boots and her keys and made her way to the door. She softly unlocked the dead bolt and twisted the doorknob. She smiled to herself as she slowly opened the door. She was almost home free.
If Marley made it out of the house, she would cut Marquez off completely, with no questions asked. Rule number ten: Never return his calls, texts, or e-mails, and eventually block his numbers from her phones.
Marley didn’t have to worry about Marquez showing up at her house or job, because her game was too tight for that. Rule number thirteen: Conquests were never invited to her home, and she never offered information about her job.
Marley’s rules were carved in stone, and she never strayed away from them. Falling in love and getting her heart broken was an experience Marley vowed to never endure again. She’d been through the ultimate loss of love. To Marley, love was a far-fetched dream. Something she would never experience again. The death of DeJuan proved love was suicide.
“You leaving so soon?” Marquez asked with sleepiness still in his voice. He reached above Marley’s head and softly pushed the door closed.
She jumped when she realized he was standing behind her. “I remembered I have something to do this morning,” she said.
“What is so important that you have to leave so early?” Marquez asked, pulling her into his body. “I mean, we just fell asleep. Come back to bed.”
Marley pushed away from the unwanted hug and briefly admired Marquez’s naked body. Marquez was one of those men who took care of every inch of his body. His stomach was defined with a stunning six-pack; his back and arms showed off the rips and cuts he worked hard at the gym six days a week to define. His black hair was an endless sea of waves from front to back. The same dark hair outlined the sides of his face and ended in a small patch at the bottom of his chin. Marquez possessed smooth chocolate skin, wide dark eyes, and perfect teeth. His big feet and hands confirmed the myth. Marquez was fine. But fine didn’t faze Marley Lucas in the least. She was immune to fine.
“Yeah, Quez, I have to meet someone. I’m sorry,” Marley said. “I would have stayed longer, but I just thought about it.”
Marquez hesitated and then reached for the doorknob. He leaned in to kiss Marley, but she turned her cheek to him.
“Call me,” she said.
“Oh, I will.”
Marley rushed barefoot down the steps and stopped at the bottom of the staircase to slide her feet into her knee-high black boots. She leaned against the unstable railing and bent over to pull up the zipper on the sides.
“You better watch who you are bending over in front of, ma.”
Marley turned toward the direction of the sexy deep voice and pulled her dress down over her thick ass and thighs. When her eyes met the eyes of the good-looking stranger, her innate character took over. Smile.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she said. Run fingers through hair. “I know this dress is a little too short, but I didn’t expect anyone to come in.” Drop keys.
“I got ’em, ma.” The stranger bent down to pick up the keys and stared at Marley’s long tanned legs as he slowly stood.
He set the keys in Marley’s hand and smiled. “You live in this building, ma?”
“No, my girlfriend does. Not girlfriend, like that . . . but you know what I mean.” Laugh sexily. Run fingers through hair, smile. Touch him. Certified Boricua, Marley thought as she stared at the handsome Puerto Rican gentleman in front of her. Marley eyed his huge arms, which were covered with tribal tattoo sleeves. Marley admired his light brown eyes and wavy hair while he spoke. When he smiled, his eyelids covered the corners of his eyes, which Marley found alluring. She noticed when he bent down to pick up her keys that his back was also covered with black ink. Marley loved tattooed men. Tatted with a little ink herself, Marley found the artistic form of expression addicting. The stranger spoke with a slight accent and rolled his r sound often, which Marley found irresistible.
