6. Kadeem
Kadeem
Ilaid in the bed of my hotel suite, legs open, while my dick was inside the mouth of a pretty brown skinned thang I met at the job I’d done tonight.
I’d caught her eyeing me a few times throughout the night, and when I approached her at the bar and asked if I could buy her a drink, she accepted.
We talked for a couple hours, and when the event ended, I asked her if she wanted to come back to my hotel with me.
It didn’t take much convincing at all seeing how she was now in my room, giving me that sloppy toppy, while I played with her nipples.
Her name was Amika, and her head was so good that she could probably suck a watermelon through a straw. Taking one hand off her titty, I grabbed her hair, seeing the way she continuously moved it behind her ear. I didn’t need shit getting in the way of the spectacular head she was giving me.
Her hands cupped my balls as spit ran down my dick and onto them.
Her mouth was as wet as the ocean, and I could only imagine what her pussy felt like.
I knew one thing though. If I didn’t hurry up and take my dick out her mouth, then I would never know.
Her head was so good that I had been trying not to cum for the last five minutes.
“I want to know what that pussy do,” I spoke, looking down at her.
She slurped up my dick one last time before pulling off.
I grabbed a condom from my nightstand and slid it onto my dick.
Amika straddled me, easing down on my dick.
Her pussy clenched around me as she took hold of my shoulders.
She moved in a rhythm that had my toes curling.
I took her breasts and placed one of them in my mouth, sucking, as she rode me.
“Damn, this dick good, Daddy,” she moaned as she tossed her head back.
When Amika began bouncing on my dick, I had to bite my bottom lip in order not to scream out.
Wrapping one hand around her waist, I flipped her onto her back and got on top of her.
I pushed her legs back and grinded into her deep, and she yelled out in pleasure.
I knew from the way she sucked my dick that her pussy was about to be fire, and I was right.
Amika screamed as she wrapped her arms and legs around me tightly.
“You gon’ make this pussy cum. Shit, this dick feels so fuckin’ good.”
Amika was boosting up my ego by the way she was moaning and screaming, and I was loving every minute of it.
I sat up, pulling out, before I flipped her over onto her stomach.
She arched instinctively, and I slapped her ass.
I grabbed her shoulders, pulling them back, as I entered her.
I sped up my strokes when I felt my nut building.
We came at the same time before I fell on top of her, breathing hard.
I walked to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, and washed up before going back and sitting on the bed.
“That shit was good as hell,” Amika spoke, still lying in the same spot.
I slapped her ass, letting her know that it was good to me too.
She sat up and walked to the bathroom to wash up.
I was dressed in basketball shorts and a t-shirt when she returned, and I let her know that I had an early morning and needed to get some rest. The truth was that I was waiting on Crue to call and didn’t want her to be in the room when he did.
I needed to be able to speak freely and not have to speak in code because someone else was around.
She dressed and walked to the door, hugging me before she left.
Once she was gone, I locked the door and looked at the clock on the wall.
I knew Crue would be calling me soon, letting me know how the job went.
So, I rushed into the bathroom to take a shower before he called.
The hot shower felt good after the long day I had, and when I was done, I got back in bed and started flipping through the channels on the TV.
I settled on a movie that looked good enough to keep my attention and watched it.
About fifteen minutes later, my phone rang, and I grabbed it, already knowing it was Crue.
“What up doe? How did things go tonight?” I asked the moment I swiped the talk button.
“Shit went crazy. The entire party was shot up, and we barely made it out alive.”
I sat straight up in bed, eyes wide as he spoke. “What the fuck? Are y’all okay?”
“Yeah, we good now. We at the office building in the apartment. I figured this was the safest place for us to be right now. That shit wasn’t random, Kadeem, and I’m not even sure that the client was the one that needed the security.”
“What you mean?” I asked, now getting out of bed.
“It seemed like a set up to me. Them muthafuckas was shooting right at us and our team.”
“I’m about to come back to the city. I’ll be there in a few hours.”
I didn’t even wait for him to answer. I ended the call and called in to have my company jet ready to take me back home.
I dressed quickly, gathering my belongings, before leaving the hotel.
I jumped in my rental, driving as fast as I could to the jet.
If these muthafuckas had indeed set us up, I wasn’t going to stop until they were all dead.
Exactly fifteen minutes later, I had boarded the jet and was ready for takeoff.
I drove to Blackline, trigger finger itching, as I thought about the people I was going to body.
I pulled up and put my code into the gate before parking and walking inside.
I got into the elevator and used my badge to go up to the private floor the apartment was on.
When I walked inside, I saw Destiny and Crue sitting on the couch in the living room, both sipping from glasses of brown liquor.
“Where is Saniyah?” I asked, looking between the two of them.
“She’s in the bathroom. She wanted to take a hot shower and clear her head,” Crue responded.
“You good, Destiny?” The words left my mouth with just as much concern as I truly felt.
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m just glad we all made it out.”
I nodded, taking a seat on the couch, while Crue ran down everything that happened from the beginning.
When he was done, I was in full agreement that this shit was a set up.
When the bedroom door opened and Saniyah walked out in one of my t-shirts that damn near swallowed her and a pair of shorts with the string tied extra tight so that they would stay up on her waist, I smiled.
I stood to my feet and walked over to her.
“Are you okay, Saniyah? I swear if I would have known any of this would happen, I would have never asked Crue to take you. I promise you this shit ain’t gon’ end well for them muthafuckas.”
She nodded her head, and I reached up and touched her shoulders. “You know you can’t tell anyone about this, right?”
This time when she nodded her head, she made eye contact with me. I could see the fear in her eyes, and it made me want to kill everyone involved. This shit had gotten out of hand, and I was going to make it my business to find out why.
“I think you should stay here tonight, just in case. I will take you back to your apartment in the morning.”
“Just in case what?”
“Just in case,” I reiterated.
She nodded her head slowly, not saying anything else, before turning around and walking back into the bedroom.
I turned my attention back to Crue and Destiny, while they continued to tell me their thoughts on tonight’s events.
Crue was just as mad as I was, so I knew that client was as good as dead once we got our hands on him.
Destiny left about an hour later, letting us know that she would see us Monday morning.
Crue went into the second bedroom to get some sleep, but I was wide awake.
These muthafuckas had fucked up, and all that was on my mind was showing them how bad it got when you fucked with Blackline.
The next morning, just as promised, I took Saniyah back to her apartment.
I pulled in front of her building and cut my engine before getting out and walking around to open her door.
Like the gentleman I was, I walked her to the door, and she invited me inside.
Her apartment was small, very small, yet clean and well decorated.
I looked around, and she must have noticed the look on my face.
“I know it’s not much, but it’s mine.”
I looked up at her then nodded. “I get it. I haven’t always had money. I come from humble ass beginnings, so I understand.”
Saniyah took a seat on the small white sofa that sat in the middle of the living room. I walked over and took a seat next to her, turning so that I could look her directly in the eyes.
“I want you to know that Crue and I are not going to just sweep what happened last night under the rug. This shit will be handled – our way. We don’t play about Blackline as a whole, and that includes our employees.
If you need time off, I understand, just say the word.
And you will still be paid. I know last night was a lot to take in, but I want you to be comfortable at work and know that we got you – because we do. ”
“Thank you. I really appreciate that, Kadeem. I might just take you up on that for a couple of days. I’ll probably just take Monday and Tuesday off.”
“Are you sure that will be enough time?”
“Yeah, I’ll be good after that. I’ll be back in the office Wednesday morning for sure.”
I nodded my head and stood to my feet. I let Saniyah know that she could call me if she needed anything.
I got into my car and just sat there for a moment.
All I could think about was how scared she had to be.
On top of that, I was the one that put her in that fucking situation.
I exhaled slowly, rubbing my jaw, as I pulled away from the curb, and my phone rang.
Pulling it from the cup holder, I glanced at it, saw it was Crue, and answered immediately.
“What up doe?”
“You drop her off yet?”
“Yeah, I’m actually just pulling away from her building. She’s going to take off a couple of days to get her head right. I offered her more time, but she insists on coming back to work Wednesday.”
“We gotta handle this shit, Kadeem. Muthafuckas can’t be thinking they can just make moves on us like that. We need to make an example outta this muthafucka, so anybody coming after him will know not to.”
“I’m wit’ you when you right. I’m already on that same type of time.”
“Ain’t nobody follow you, did they? I don’t need nobody coming to her apartment, and neither of us are there. I’m not sure what this nigga on, so I’m not putting shit past him.”
“Nobody followed me. I made sure of that,” I replied. “But I still don’t like the fact that she has now been exposed.”
“Exactly. But it’s all good because I’m heading to him now. You coming?”
“Send me the location.”
The call disconnected, and seconds later, a text came through with the address.
I made a sharp turn at the next light, pressing harder on the gas.
About twenty minutes later, I pulled into the underground garage of a high-rise downtown.
I spotted Crue’s truck already parked, and I pulled next to it.
Crue got out, gun already in hand, before I could even cut the engine.
“We not gon’ need no guns,” I informed.
Crue chuckled and nodded his head. “Oh, you really with the shit, huh?”
“He came for us. I’m just finishing what the fuck he started.”
Popping my trunk, I grabbed the black duffle bag that I kept inside for emergencies such as this one.
This muthafucka had fucked with the wrong people, and for that, he had to pay.
Once I was done with him, everyone who had any involvement would be running scared.
After I swung the bag over my shoulder, Crue and I walked through the double doors and headed to the elevator.