Promise Kept, page 27
Betty sauntered back to the bed with the two cups. When she moved, her robe opened enough for him to see the lace number she was wearing beneath. Her pussy was so fat that it looked like a balled-up fist in her panties. What really turned him on were the coarse pubic hairs poking near her bikini line. She hadn’t even had the decency to groom herself before meeting her trick. Todd didn’t mind. The bushier the pussy the better, as far as he was concerned. Most of the Hollywood-type women he dealt with were too vain not to keep themselves well-groomed. Going down on them was like eating chicken with no skin, good but lacking something. It was the girls who weren’t afraid to let their pubic hairs wolf that really turned him on. He loved to bury his face chin deep in an unkept bush, especially when they were a little tart. Not funky, but with just a little tang to it like the girl had been out running errands all day and hadn’t had a chance to take a second shower before sex. Todd was weird like that.
“Here you go, baby.” Betty handed him one of the glasses. It was half-full with liquor and no chaser, but it didn’t stop Todd from downing it. “Slow down. I don’t want you to be too drunk to perform.”
“I can hold my liquor,” Todd told her while trying to keep his voice from cracking. He was more of a scotch man, but the cognac did help to put him a little more at ease.
“I could give a fuck about how you handle your liquor. I’m more concerned about how you gonna handle me.” Betty slipped out of her robe and gave Todd a full view of what he had previously only had a glimpse of. She was dressed in a thong and bra set that she had probably gotten from Rainbows, but it looked good on her. The straps of her thongs hugged the right angles, and the sheer bra top exposed the dark nipples of her small breasts.
Todd reached for her like a child motioning to its mother that it wanted to be picked up. Betty took her time stepping into his arm’s reach and letting his hands explore her body. She straddled him, running her breasts across his chin. Todd greedily suckled at them through the fabric of the bra. Between her legs she could feel his dick harden in his slacks. She reached down and gave it a squeeze.
“Damn, baby. You’re holding for a white boy,” Betty told him honestly. Todd’s dick felt thick and hard. She had never been with a white guy, but some of her friends who had agreed that they had small penises. She pushed back on his lap to allow enough space to open his pants. Getting his dick out proved to be a struggle, but once she got it free, she understood why. Either Todd was mixed with black or her friends had been liars, because the man had one of the biggest dicks she had ever seen.
“Yeah, just like that . . .” Todd rasped while Betty stroked him. Her hands felt like warm silk on his dick. He almost blew his load when she spat in her hand and began jerking him off. “Put it in your mouth.” He tried to force Betty’s head down, but she pulled away. “What’s the matter?” He had shaken his jitters and was ready to get to it.
“I don’t mind sucking a little dick, but you just come in off the streets. I can’t let you put that thing in my mouth until you wash it.” Betty climbed off his lap and sat on the bed. “Go in there and jump in the shower. In the meantime,” she recovered a large dildo from under one of the pillows, “I’ll be getting myself all primed and ready for you.” She lay back and began rubbing the rubber cock against her panties.
Todd was already halfway out of his clothes by the time he disappeared into the bathroom. To say he was excited would’ve been an understatement. She waited until she heard the shower running before jumping off the bed and going back to where she had left the bottle. From behind the television, she pulled out the small bag of white powder she had stashed. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was supposed to be something that would make Todd drowsy and her job easier. At least, that’s what her partner in crime had told her before she undertook the mission.
When she’d first been presented with the proposition to make some extra cash, she had scoffed at it. She had traded pussy for money before, but this was different. The stakes were higher and the risks greater than a simple exchange of pay for play. She had been reluctant at first, but all it took was some sweet words and good dick to get her to waver. The first time she had done it, her date had been asleep within ten minutes of her dosing him, and she was in his pockets and gone within fifteen. Meanwhile Todd still seemed to have all his wits about him. She reasoned that he probably had a higher tolerance to the date-rape drug and needed a little extra for it to take effect. She needed it to hurry up and kick in before she found herself actually having to let him stick that big white whale into her little pussy. He was liable to knock something loose. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the bathroom door was still closed before opening the package. When she heard the shower abruptly stop, she panicked and dumped the entire contents of the baggie into the cup. She wanted to shake some out but didn’t have time, so she hastily poured liquor over it and jumped back onto the bed.
Todd came out of the bathroom ass naked and dick swinging. His eyes were glassy, but sleep looked like the last thing on his mind. His legs looked a bit unsteady as he crossed the room, but not shaky enough for her liking. He crawled onto the bed and attempted to mount her. She stopped him. “Slow down, love. No need to rush. Finish your drink and then we can get the party started.”
Todd nodded and went to retrieve his cup. He eyed her over the rim like a hungry lion as he downed it. He tossed the plastic cup aside and crawled onto the bed. His mouth and hands explored Betty’s body thirstily. This second mission was definitely not playing out as smoothly as her first one had. When his mouth clamped over hers, she wanted to retch but had to hold her composure. “Take it easy,” she said between the white man’s sloppy kisses, but her words fell on deaf ears. Todd was amped up. The drug was supposed to make Todd a lamb, but instead it had turned him into a wolf. “Red light,” she blurted out randomly.
“A little blood has never bothered me,” Todd told her while prying her legs open. This shit was going downhill fast.
She wasn’t sure how it had happened, but Todd had her flipped on her stomach. His hand was wrapped around her neck, with her face buried in the pillow. “Red light!” she blurted out again, this time with more urgency. Betty heard something tear behind her. She couldn’t move her neck to turn and see what it was, but she found out when she saw the condom wrapper sail to the ground. It wasn’t much in a way of a consolation for what was about to happen to her, but at least, he was strapping up. Fire shot through her ass and up her spine when Todd tried to shove his massive dick into her. He was too big and she was too dry. “You’re hurting me,” she whimpered.
“And I’ve paid for the privilege.” Todd spat on his dick twice and lathered himself with his saliva before shoving his dick into Betty. He knew from the moment he walked in that Betty had sized him as some kind of lame trick, but it was her ass who was about to get the treat.
Betty wanted to scream, but she couldn’t because her voice was wedged between the lump in her throat and the dick in her guts. The pain was white-hot in the beginning, but once she opened up it became tolerable. About six or seven pumps in she found herself overcome with shame when she creamed over Todd’s dick. The white boy knew how to work his tool. “Reeeddd liiiight . . .” she moaned when her intended lick hit her spot. She didn’t want to throw it back at him, but her body had disconnected from her brain and was going with the flow. The plan was to get this white boy for his money, but the way he was dicking her down made her feel like she should be paying him. Betty was mumbling in protest like she wanted him to stop, while secretly working her way to her second nut. She was at the height of her orgasm when she heard the motel room door open and felt a gust of wind roll across her ass. It was about then that all hell broke loose.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Just as Betty was about to get off again, Todd and his dick were roughly pulled out of her. She turned just in time to see Bone, with one of his hands wrapped around Todd’s neck, choking him out. To Todd’s credit, he didn’t go out like a sucker. He hit Bone with a nice two-piece, but they may as well have been open-hand slaps because they had little to no effect. Bone responded by punching Todd in his chest so hard that he flew across the room and knocked over the television. Todd crumbled into a heap on the floor.
“Crazy-ass white boy!” Bone cursed, shaking his hand in pain and checking to make sure he hadn’t damaged his fist with the punch. “You good?” he asked Betty.
“What the fuck do you think?” Her voice no longer had the sultry, enticing pitch she had used with Todd. Betty had dropped her facade and was now Mouse again. She opened the nightstand drawer and retrieved the cell phone she had stashed in it when Todd knocked on the door. The call on the screen was still live. Bone had been on the other end secretly monitoring the date so that he could swoop in if things started going left and Betty gave him the signal, which was “red light.” The fact that she had to end up fucking Todd anyhow said that Bone had been slipping. “I’d have done better screaming for help out the damn window! Where were you?”
“I stepped out of the car to take a leak and left the phone on the car seat. I came in as soon as I heard you call out.”
“While you were attending that weak-ass bladder of yours, this john was in here having his way with me!” Mouse scolded, while slipping hurriedly into her jeans.
“Bitch, first of all, you need to watch how you speak to a gangster. I ain’t one of them tender dick Jersey niggas you used to dealing with, so turn that shit down before I do,” Bone warned. “And from the way you was throwing that shit back on him when I busted in, seems like y’all were having your way with each other. You was really grooving off that pink pecker, huh?”
“Never that,” she replied cooly, knowing damn well Bone had seen the passion on her face when he discovered Todd inside her. She finished dressing and tried to brush past Bone to get her purse when he grabbed her arm roughly.
“Tell the truth. That cracker got you off, didn’t he?” Bone asked in a threatening tone. He fronted like he wasn’t into Mouse like that, but his jealous behavior said otherwise.
“You know this pussy only gets wet for you, big daddy,” Mouse purred.
“You better say that shit and mean it.” Bone gave her arm a little squeeze before releasing her.
Bone and Mouse’s relationship was one born of random chance and common interests. This happened shortly after Promise had officially been brought into their crew. She had pulled off her first successful caper with Sin, and he insisted that she come out and celebrate. Promise wasn’t really up for it, but Mouse convinced her to accept the invitation. She had yet to meet Promise’s new friends but had heard quite a bit about them and how they moved. All it took was for Mouse to see what Promise had cleared from her first lick, and she knew that these were the types of New York hustlers that she needed to be affiliated with.
They’d gathered at a dive bar on the east side of Harlem for drinks and wings. By far, Sin was the most handsome of the group, but Mouse already knew not to waste her time. Promise hadn’t formally laid claim to him, but Mouse could see from the way Sin looked at Promise that he only had eyes for her. Mouse set her sights on Unique, but it was Bone who claimed her. He wasn’t the prettiest of the crew, but he was more Mouse’s speed. He was more concerned with having a good time and a dollar than keeping up appearances like the other two. When Mouse saw Bone snatch a tip from a table that had just been vacated by a dining couple, she knew he was the one. Not because he was obviously larcenous, but because he’d likely be the easiest to manipulate in her quest to get to the bag as her girl had done with Sin.
Sin had been reluctant to involve Mouse in their business, but at Promise’s insistence, he let her pick up a few crumbs from the table. It was mostly light work, like driving when they had something going on or dropping packages off, but he never let her anywhere near serious capers. Mouse made a few dollars, but they amounted to little. Sin had a million hustles going on at once, and his crew got money in a variety of ways, but from what Mouse had been able to pry from Bone, one of their primary sources of income was strong-arm robbery.
One technique they employed was the same one Mouse and Bone had just used on Todd. They would place ads on underground dating sites that were frequented by men with money, lure tricks to remote motels, and rob them. To the casual observer, this plan looked flawed because there was no way to guarantee that whoever responded to the ads would be holding enough money to be worth robbing. This is where Mouse experienced the genius of Bone’s brother Sin firsthand. He had managed to procure a list containing the names of regular big spenders in and around the city and some of the sites they used, and this is where he placed his ads. The men would respond in search of a good time and end up getting fleeced. They never used the same site twice within a thirty-day span, and they bounced around to different cities when committing these crimes. They had no pattern, which made it easier for the robberies to seem more like random occurrences than an operation. Sin wouldn’t allow Mouse to take part in these heists because she was still too new, and he didn’t quite trust her yet, but Bone had no such hang-ups. Like Mouse, Bone wasn’t content with his brother’s crumbs either. It was their mutual greed that would graduate them from lovers to partners in crime.
Had Sin known what Mouse and Bone were doing behind his back, he would’ve surely flipped out. Sin had a nonnegotiable rule about moonlighting and running the risk of bringing unnecessary attention to the crew, which is just what Bone and Mouse were doing with their little backdoor schemes. This is why Bone constantly reinforced in Mouse the importance of keeping their side hustle a secret. She couldn’t even tell Promise what she had been up to. There had been no secrets between Mouse and Promise before she hooked up with Bone, and Mouse hated lying to her friend. When she expressed this to Bone, he was quick to point out that Promise was making money from his crew’s schemes and how she’d be foolish not to try and cash in as well.
When Sin pulled this trick, he rolled three deep: the girl who would serve as the bait and two shooters to watch her back in the event that something went wrong. This way, the girl was always protected by a second line of defense if the first one failed, but Bone wanted to do it two-deep. His cheap ass didn’t want to recruit a third party because it would’ve left him with a smaller cut of the money. He was confident that he could do the job by himself and had convinced Mouse of the same. The fact that Todd had actually made it inside her showed the flaw in his plan. Mouse was fortunate that, at that time, all she’d had to give up was a little taste, but what about the next time?
“Uhhhhggg,” a groan came from across the room. Bone and Mouse had been so wrapped up in each other that they had almost forgotten that Todd was still in the room. He was lying on his stomach, groaning, moving his arms and legs slowly as if he was trying to swim on the dirty carpet.
“Shut yo bitch ass up!” Bone kicked Todd in the ribs. He was still angry about finding the white man balls deep in something that he considered his property. He kick flipped Todd onto his back and what they saw made Mouse shriek.
“What did you do?” Mouse asked in a panicked tone. Todd’s eyes were rolling in the back of his head and there was thick white foam bubbling from his mouth.
“Me? I didn’t even hit him that hard.” Bone knelt beside Todd and placed his fingers to the man’s throat. His pulse was sporadic, and his skin hot to the touch. There was no way a punch to the chest could’ve caused this. “How much of that shit did you give him?”
Mouse was silent.
“I asked you a question! How much?”
“All of it,” Mouse admitted.
“Damn it! I told you to only give him a little. No more than half the bag and that was a worst-case scenario. You done overdosed the man!”
“How? You said they were only muscle relaxers!” She had never heard of anyone overdosing off muscle relaxers.
“I told you that it was something to make him relax. You assumed I meant muscle relaxers. Jesus, Mouse!” Bone shook his head, getting up and moving to where Todd had tossed his pants. He removed his wallet and car keys. Todd was having convulsions now, and his skin had gone ghostly white. “We gotta get the fuck out of here.”
“Wait . . . shouldn’t we call an ambulance?” Mouse suggested.
“And tell them what? That you accidentally snuck too much drugs into his drink while you were robbing him? Bring your simple-minded ass on.” Bone grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward the door. As Mouse was being dragged outside, she spared a glance back at Todd, who had finally stopped shaking. This was her second time leaving a man for dead on the floor of a hotel room. This one hadn’t hit as close as B-Stone, someone she had known her entire life. Todd had been a stranger, nothing more than just another casualty in her fight for survival. She didn’t feel good about it, but at the end of the day, what effect could the death of a random stranger have on her life?
As Bone was shoving Mouse into the car, her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was her cousin Candice calling. She hadn’t spoken to either of her cousins much since hooking up with Bone because he kept her busy scheming. She wasn’t going to answer, but then she did anyway. The moment she heard Candice’s voice, she knew something was wrong. Her cousin was hysterical. “Wait . . . slow down. What?” Mouse continued to listen. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” She ended the call, the color draining from her face.
“Everything good?” Bone asked.
“When is it ever?” Mouse punched in one of the few numbers that she knew by heart.
