The Pink Palace 2

  “Well, that’s great, ’cause I like girls too.”

  I smirked. “I fuck for money, if the price is right.”

  Chauncey sipped his drink. “After we have sex, you’ll pay me.”

  Okay, I wasn’t expecting that little come back. I took another sip of my drink.

  “Is that it? Is it my turn now,” he asked.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m a male nurse. I like my job. I was born and raised in North Philly by my grandparents. My mother died when I was six. Cancer. I never really knew my father. I saw him like three times a year or on holidays. He was a bit of a crackhead, clean one week then a fiend the next. I moved to Atlanta last year, and I rent my house. I haven’t met a woman that has really interested me enough to date more than once or twice until this past Sunday night.”

  Okay, I felt like an ass now. He liked me despite my lifestyle. “Oh, thanks. So you became a nurse because of your mother?”

  “Sorta. I was going to become a doctor, but I really enjoyed talking and helping the patients more than just trying to fix them. I’m a people person.

  “So, you’re more than just a stripper. You’re like a mini mogul. I imagine you make lots of money merchandising yourself like that. You got a real business mind.”

  I smiled at him for acknowledging my business hustle. Most men only saw my tits and ass and thought I had nothing else going for me in life.

  “Well, I did graduate from Spelman with a bachelor’s degree, so I might as well put all that hard work to use.”

  “Smart and sexy. You’re a rare breed, Jasmine.”

  “You’re pretty remarkable yourself, Chauncey.”

  The waitress returned and we ordered another round of drinks and continued to get to know each other. We started to talk about everything from politics to music, and I found myself digging this man’s mind just as much as I did his body. Chauncey was a great guy, not to mention sexy as hell, and the more we talked and drank, the hornier I became.

  The next thing we knew it was two o’clock in the morning, and we decided to head out. I drove Chauncey back to his house and pulled up in his driveway.

  “Well, maybe next time I can pick you up,” Chauncey joked.

  “Yeah, maybe next time you will,” I confirmed.

  Chauncey smiled and leaned over and kissed me softly, and my pussy started to dance. Wow. He pulled away and opened his car door.

  “I know this is usually the other way around, but you know . . . since you picked me up for this date and you’re taking me home . . .” Chauncey rambled. “Anyway, do you wanna come in for a nightcap?”

  I stared at his fine ass for a second and pictured him with no clothes on, “Yeah, I’d love a nightcap.”

  We got out of the car and walked to his front door. Chauncey fumbled with his keys until he found the right one and opened his door.

  He flipped on the lights and turned around, took my shawl from me, and hung it on his coat hanger. He turned and looked at me, and I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer to me. Our tongues danced with each other.

  “What about the nightcap?” he asked.

  “Fuck it. I’ll drink it in the morning,” I said and kissed him again.

  Chauncey took me to his bedroom. We fumbled and moved around his bedroom until we reached his bed. Chauncey pulled my twisted strap down over my left shoulder, and my dress hit the floor.

  I stood there in my Victoria’s Secret black lace bra and panties and then Chauncey turnede me around to undo my bra, letting it join my dress on the floor. His hands cupped my soft titties as he kissed my neck. My pussy was dripping with excitement.

  I turned around and unzipped his jeans as he unbuttoned his shirt. I wanted him so bad, more than any man I’d been with in a long time. My hands found his manhood, and it felt like he was swinging a baseball bat between his thighs.

  I sat on the bed behind me and pulled his jeans and boxers down, and his long, thick dick popped up in front of my face. I licked his swollen mushroom head like a lollipop before I took him to the back of my throat.

  Chauncey threw his head back as I had my way with him, sucking the skin off his juicy stick. He placed one hand under my jaw and the other behind my head, and moved his member in and out of my mouth. He tasted so good.

  He soon pulled out before he released his seeds in my mouth and pushed me back on his bed. Then he licked my neck and traced his tongue down my chest to my rock-hard nipples. He sucked the left then the right, then continued his journey down south. He dropped to his knees as his tongue licked my belly.

  Chauncey licked me down my inner thighs, making my pussy jealous. My was pussy was trickling with cream, and soon he tasted my flavor. He pushed my legs apart, giving himself plenty of room to enjoy his meal. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn that Chauncey was an OB/GYN instead of a nurse, ’cause he knew my pussy like he’d been there before.

  The sounds of my moans echoed in his room as I rode the waves of an orgasm.

  Chauncey stood up, went into the nightstand next to his bed, and pulled out a condom. He ripped it open, stroked his hardness, and then rolled the condom on. He then climbed on top and kissed me. I was not used to so much kissing, but damn, I liked it.

  He then pushed his dick into my creamy tunnel, and I clamped down on his thickness. Most men just started pumping and fucking the shit outta me at this point, but Chauncey took his time and grinded against my pussy, making me cream even more.

  I wrapped my legs behind his back, keeping him deep in me. He sucked my neck; I scratched his back and sang his name like I was recording a demo. Most of the time I faked shit just to stroke a nigga’s ego, but the way Chauncey was stroking my pussy was driving me crazy.

  He pulled out of my wetness, and I begged for him to put it back. Me, begging, was totally unheard of, but there I was, begging for his dick.

  Chauncey grinned and turned me over flat on my stomach. He spread my legs apart and re-entered my pussy from the back. This time, he groaned like a beast. He lay on my back and then gave me the business.

  I demanded that he fuck me, as I pushed my ass back at him. His stomach clapped against my ass, giving us the applause we deserved for our performance. There was no rest for us that night.

  * * *

  The morning came, and I was wrapped in Chauncey’s arms, exhausted and ecstatic from our lovemaking. My hair was a mess. His bed was soaked.

  I stared at Chauncey and smiled. “Okay, you were right. How much do I owe you?”

  He smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ma start a tab.”

  “Cool. My credit is good.”

  “But you’re sex is better,” Chauncey added.

  I snuggled my head in his chest. “And you’re incredible.”

  “You seduced me.”

  “You invited me in. I’ll take that nightcap now.”

  “I got you.” He laughed and caressed my ass, and it felt so good.

  I didn’t wanna fool myself into thinking this was going to be any more than what it was, so I didn’t say anymore. Still, all this time I thought I would never meet a man who could make me feel so good was now thrown out the window.

  18

  The business

  Atlanta, GA

  MALACHI

  I had finally worked out the details of my deal with Carlos, my new connect out of Miami. This was vital for me to keep my grip on the streets. Ricky was picking up my first shipment that day.

  I was still on guard and looking to find this Don P before he tried again to kill me. Not knowing who that pussyhole was made me paranoid. I couldn’t trust anybody. I never had before, but now I couldn’t put anything past anybody.

  I sent Latoya and Courtney to New Orleans to stay with her parents. I didn’t need them to be in the line of fire again. Plus, now was the perfect time to bring sweet Nikki into my world completely. It was time to put her in her place and make her my woman. I needed to taste that sweet pussy again. No need to pretend any longer that she had a ch
oice in the matter.

  My phone rang. “What is it?”

  “Jasmine wants to come up and see you, boss,” Bump replied.

  She probably wanted some cash for ass. That was okay. My dick needed to feel some tight pussy anyway.

  “Send her up.”

  “Okay,” Bump replied and hung up.

  A few seconds later, he brought her up to my office.

  Jasmine was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, not ready to work but maybe just there to fuck. I loved the way that bitch worked. She was always on her hustle.

  “Hello, sweet Jasmine. You needed to see me?”

  Jasmine smiled and sat in the chair in front of my desk. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

  “About business or pleasure?”

  “Everything is business, Malachi, but I need to talk to you about one of the little niggas in your crew,” she clarified.

  “Another one of them niggas getting rude with the girls?”

  “Worse. The other night at Reggie’s party here, that nigga Chaz and two others took a girl name Kandi up out of here. She was high and fucked up. They took her to a hotel, and she nearly ODed. They just left her there to die,” Jasmine explained.

  “Is the bitch dead?”

  She frowned. “No, she’s not, but if Nikki and I hadn’t got to her in time, she would be.”

  “Nikki and you? You two spending time together now?” I asked.

  “Not really, but she was the one who called me and told me what Chaz and them were doing to her.”

  “I heard Nikki put on a good show for Reggie. You like her?”

  “Malachi, what does that have to do with anything? Didn’t you hear what I said? Chaz left Kandi to die in a sleazy hotel room,” she said, upset.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “What do you want me to do about it?”

  Jasmine leaned forward in the chair. “Fuck that nigga up!”

  “For what? If these bitches want to get high and kill themselves, I can’t help that. As long as her ass doesn’t die in my club, I don’t give a damn.”

  Jasmine stood up. “Really? So that’s it? You don’t give a fuck?”

  I didn’t respond, ’cause I didn’t care.

  “All you care about up in here is Nikki.” She chuckled. “Then I suggest you check your stupid little brother.”

  I glared at her. “What does that mean?”

  She walked to the door then turned around. “It means he tried to take some pussy from your number one bitch in the locker room Sunday night. Guess he’s trying to be like you. Still don’t give a damn?”

  Jasmine walked out, and I turned around in my chair and saw Reggie sitting at a booth, getting a lap dance. My blood boiled looking at his dumb ass. I told that asshole to stay away from her, and he pulled that?

  I got up and marched downstairs. Bump followed behind me. I walked up to Reggie in the booth with the bitch in his lap.

  “Get the fuck up,” I said to the bitch, and she jumped up.

  “Dang, bruh, I was just getting a little bull ride,” he said happily.

  I slapped the shit out of him. Reggie fell back in the booth. “Mal! What you do that for?”

  I started punching the shit out of him as he tried to cover himself. Reggie fell on the ground, and I started to kick him. I grabbed a beer bottle from the table and busted it over his head. Blood ran down his face.

  “Malachi, please? No more!”

  “I told you not to touch her. If you weren’t my brother, I would kill you right now.” I glared at him, “Go clean yourself up.”

  Everybody in the club stared at me with fear. Good. I stared back at them, and they all went back to their business. I had to set an example for them all. Not even my brother could disobey me and not suffer. Now I had to go check on Nikki and make sure she knew that my word was law.

  NIKKI

  Waking up in Dre’s arms was the best feeling in the world. We had spent the night making love until we couldn’t move. A few hours later, Jayson called and said he was on his way back over with Janelle and Tyler.

  The garage door opened, and Jayson parked inside; then we heard the side door open, and in walked Janelle, carrying Tyler in her arms. His little eyes lit up when he saw his daddy standing in front of him. He reaches his little arms toward him.

  “Daddy!”

  “Hey there, big man! You miss Daddy?” Dre asked.

  Tyler hugged him tight and nodded his head. I’d never seen Tyler so happy in his life. He was his father’s son for real.

  Dre exhaled and held on to his son, just as happy as Tyler was. I hugged them both, and for the first time in months, our family was whole.

  After Dre spent a few hours playing with Tyler, I put him down for a nap in the bedroom, and all four of us sat in the living room and tried and figure out our next move.

  “I didn’t realize how much I missed him,” Dre said happily.

  “He’s missed you too,” Janelle added.

  Jayson got up and walked to the window and peeped outside.

  “Who’s place is this, Jayson?” I asked him.

  “It’s a safe house we use to protect witnesses before trial. It was currently not being used, and it was perfect for us,” he enlightened me. “Now, you say Polo is gunning for Malachi?”

  “Yes. He’s going by the name Don P.”

  “Hmm.” Jayson turned and looked at Dre. “As much as you hate Polo, we may be able to use him to take care of Malachi. I know you wanna kill him, but murdering him in cold blood on the streets is going to bring police attention to you, and I can’t protect you from that.”

  Dre leaned back on the couch. “I know that. I’ve been thinking the same thing too. If we can get them to go after each other, that would be perfect. Either Polo will kill Malachi, or he’ll kill Polo. Or they’ll kill each other.”

  “But how do you get them to do that?” Janelle asked.

  “We tell Malachi who Polo is,” I told her.

  “Not you,” Dre said firmly. “You’re not setting a foot back in that club.”

  “Besides, Malachi would be suspicious of that information coming from you,” Jayson added.

  I smiled. “I may have a way of letting him find out from a source he would trust.”

  “Who?”

  “This girl that works at the club called Jasmine. She’s Malachi number one moneymaker, and she’s real close to him.”

  “But can you trust her?” Dre asked.

  “We’ve gotten close, and I think if I can show her the benefit for her in doing this for me, she will.”

  Jayson folded his arms. “I don’t know. It sounds too risky. I’ve seen Jasmine at the club, and she’s the type that only makes moves if it makes money for her. I think if we can tie Malachi to the shootout at Lenox, that might be a better way to take him down.”

  “But it doesn’t solve our problem with Polo,” I pointed out. “Trust me, Jayson, I know what type of woman Jasmine is. I used to be just like her. I know how to get through to her.”

  “Are you sure you can trust her?” Dre asked again.

  “I’m sure. This is the best way we can solve all of our problems without directly putting ourselves at risk.”

  “Okay, I trust you,” Dre confirmed.

  “If you say you can do it then I believe you,” Janelle adds.

  Jayson was still thinking it over. He, more than any one of us, knew the danger involved in playing both sides of the fence. He had been deep cover for eight months, infiltrating the Flip Set clique. Somebody also betrayed him that he thought he could trust, and he took a bullet because of it, so he knew what was at stake.

  “Okay, we’ll do it, but no direct contact with Malachi. I will be following you when you make contact with Jasmine.”

  “That’s fine.”

  “Okay, so let’s figure out where and when this will all go down,” Jayson said.

  For the next few hours, we all discussed and planned how we would take both of these fools down and get away with it.
Once we decided on a course of action, Janelle and Jayson decided to give Dre, Tyler, and me some more time alone.

  It felt like it had been years since we’d all been together like that. I had felt like my family and life were forever ruined because of this mess, and now I realized I would do anything to protect the ones I loved.

  Dre looked at me sitting on the couch. “So are you still going to marry me?”

  “There’s nothing more I want to do. I still have the ring at home. I had to take it off because—”

  “I know. We’ve been through so much bullshit over the years.” He shook his head. “You did what you had to do for us, Nikki, so I’m going to also do the same. I love you.”

  I leaned over and kissed his lips. “I love you too.” I pulled out my phone. “I guess it’s time to set things up,” I said and dialed Jasmine’s number. After the second ring she answered.

  “Hey, Nikki. What’s up?”

  “Hey, Jasmine, I need to talk to you about something very important.”

  “Okay. Like I said, if you need help, just ask,” Jasmine affirmed.

  “Can I meet you somewhere and talk?”

  “Sure. Where?”

  “How about the bookstore in midtown on Ponce De Leon in about an hour?” I suggested.

  “Sounds good. I’ll see you then,” she said and ended the call.

  I looked at Dre. “Everything is all set up. Jayson said he’ll be blending in with the shoppers. They’re waiting for us.”

  “Okay, babe. I trust you.”

  As if on cue, my phone started to ring, and I saw Malachi’s name on the display.

  “It’s Malachi.”

  Dre scowled. “This nigga got nerve. Answer it.”

  “What the hell do you want?” I said when I answered.

  “My dear Nikki, I’ve been missing you,” Malachi replied.

  “I don’t give a damn.”

  “I’ve warned you about your mouth. You need to learn to listen, or I’ll have to teach you too,” he said callously.

  “And you need to learn when to fuck off. I’m done dancing for you. You and that club can kiss my ass!”

  “You’re trying my patience, Nikki. Get your ass to this club now, or there will be consequences for your actions—things that once I start, I won’t stop until you learn,” Malachi warned me menacingly.