Filthy Rich-Part 2 (14 page)

"Consignment, huh?"

"Yes."

Tapping ashes from his cigar into an ashtray, he said, "I'm assuming for the same amount of product you lost?"

"Yes."

"That's a lot of work."

"Yes, but I can get the money back to you quickly. My customers are already lined up for the product."

"Because it's good."

"The best in the state."

"Of course."

Silence.

At least a minute passed.

Finally he spoke, "If I agree to do this, you do understand it would come with stipulations?" he asked.

"Of course," she told him.

"Three to be exact."

She nodded.

"First of all, I will give you twenty bricks. The first stipulation is I expect thirty- five thousand back off of each brick. A total of seven hundred thousand, understood?"

She nodded again.

"The second is, I expect my money in seven days. Not a day late or a penny short. And please understand I am not the light company or insurance company. I don't send bills. If my money is not on the desk of my den in seven days, instead of a notice, I will send killers."

Shivers ran down Nessa's spine with the last sentence he spoke. She stared into his eyes and saw total seriousness, not a hint of humor. Because of that, she knew playing any sort of games with his money would be a foolish move.

"Is that understood?" he asked.

"Yes."

A pause.

Seconds passing.

"And the third?" she asked.

He continued staring into her eyes. His then traveled down her body once again like they'd done earlier. When they made their way back up to hers, he said, "I'm sure you already know."

Nessa understood. And to get those bricks, she was willing to do damn near anything.

"Are the terms understood and accepted?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Splendid."

With that said, he uncrossed his legs, unzipped his slacks and looked directly at Nessa. "I'm a man who always gets what he wants."

Nessa looked past him, pretending to ignore him while hearing every word. She dreaded the moment but knew the sooner she started, the sooner it would be over. “Is that so? Well, I’m a lady that’s used to getting whatever she wants, whenever.” She added, “And I want those bricks,” while sucking her teeth and crossing her arms.  She could hear her mother calling her soft and Nessa wanted no parts of being soft.

Nessa stood from her chair, walked over to Chavez, standing between his legs. Chavez had to pry her arms apart, forcefully shoving her on her knees. Nessa stared at his freed his erection. It was smaller than she expected; a
lot
smaller. But of course, she didn't tell him. She simply stuffed it into her mouth and sucked.

Like a king on a throne inflicting his will on a peasant, Chavez puffed his cigar and looked down at Nessa with a smirk.

Nessa began to make slurping sounds as she devoured Chavez's miniature pole easily. As she did, her nostrils inhaled cologne. She also immediately noticed that he was completely manscaped; absolutely no hair. She sucked hard and deep while caressing and massaging his balls, which were also completely hairless.

"Yessssssss," Chavez moaned as he placed a hand on Nessa's head and began to rub her hair.

Going up and down repeatedly, Nessa went all the way down his shaft to the very base with absolutely no problem. Occasionally, she let the tip escape her mouth so she could run her tongue over the head and across the pee hole.

"You like?" he asked, still rubbing her head like she was a puppy dog.

"Mmm-hmmm," she moaned to him as if she was eating a steak. In reality, sucking his dick was nowhere near as enjoyable as she'd thought when she first met him. The small size was a turn off. But as long as he had the money and cocaine to substitute for the small size of his dick, she would bear it.

"Your mouth is sooooooo hungry," he groaned.

Nessa gave him seductive eyes as she sucked. She even began to fake gagging sounds to stroke his ego. She wanted him to believe she considered his dick a
monster
.

"Feast on it, Nessa. Eat it all."

Nessa gobbled wildly. She could feel him pulsating and throbbing in her mouth.

"Yesssssssss, Nessa, yessssss."

Endless slurping and gagging sounds came from Nessa. They grew louder and louder. They grew more extreme and intense. She sucked like a wild savage. She showed no remorse, no mercy.

Chavez moaned and groaned. His toes curled in his loafers. His teeth gritted. His back stiffened. Nessa's mouth was driving him crazy. Of course he'd had plenty of women on their knees, many exotic and far more beautiful than Nessa. But he had to admit Nessa's mouth was one of the best he'd come across. She was definitely experienced in the art of dick sucking.

Knowing she was sending Chavez to the edge, Nessa refused to let him out of her mouth,
period
. She wouldn't even let her mouth rise from the base to the head anymore. She kept him in her throat as if holding his dick hostage. As she did, she made wild gurgling sounds as if he was killing her throat.

"Shittttt!" Chavez yelled.

Nessa kept working feverishly.

Minutes passed.

Chavez couldn't take it anymore. He had to fuck Nessa. Shoving her head back, he stood, swatted his plate and glass crashing to the floor, lifted her up and sat her on the table. Forcing her legs open, he snatched her panties to the side and shoved his dick into her. He then grabbed her and jerked her head back to expose her neck, which he began kissing wildly. She was thankful that her four months of pregnancy still hadn’t shown and her washboard abs were still in tact.

"Fuck me, poppy!" Nessa yelled, sounding like she was enjoying it. In reality though, she could barely feel him. She had to squeeze her muscles super tight to get the slightest enjoyment out of it. She knew she wasn't going to get an orgasm but she was definitely going to stroke his ego regardless.

You like Papi's dick?" he asked as he continued kissing her neck.

"I love it, baby. I fucking love it!"

Chavez stroked and shoved his narrow hips. He was all the way in her. His balls were slapping the bottom of her hole.

"Give it to me, Papi!"

Chavez pounded and shoved repeatedly.

"You're so damn big, baby. Oh, God, you're killing me!"

"Take it. Take it, bitch!"

Nessa moaned loudly. The moans weren't real or genuine. She made them sound like they were, though. She made them sound as sincere as possible. "Give it to me, baby!"

Chavez made growling sounds like a beast. He could feel himself getting ready to pop off. The anticipation and need to make it happen took him over. He went as hard and as deep as he could.

"Give me your cum, Papi. Fill me up!"

Those words fed Chavez's ego. He wanted to give her what she was begging for. He wanted to make her pussy overflow with his cum.

"I need it, Papi. Please, baby, give me all of it!"

Chavez finally exploded with one of the fiercest orgasms he'd had in a long time. Grunts left his mouth as he became limp. .When he was pretty much empty, Nessa rocked her hips back and forth, milking his dick to the last drop causing him to moan. Refusing to let her have anymore of him, he backed away.

The room was now silent.

Turning his back to Nessa while zipping himself up, as if dismissing her, Chavez said, "The bricks will be delivered in a couple hours. The spot will change of course. I’ll hit you in a couple hours…I just need a minute alone,” he stated with an irritated look on his face.

Nessa climbed off the table and pulled her skirt down.

With his back still to her and now staring out of the window, he reminded her, "Seven days, Nessa. Only seven days. Please, don't make me show you just how ugly I can be."

Understanding, Nessa left the room.

* * *

Escorted by several goons, Chetti and Mac made their way through the mansion to Chavez's pool deck. Sitting beside the in-ground pool and underneath a beautiful night sky, he sat at a table staring at a chessboard. He'd played with countless opponents across the planet. But he always found the most enjoyment playing with himself.

"Chavez," Chetti said when she saw him.

Smiling and standing from the table, he opened his arms. "Chetti, so glad you could make it."

The two embraced.

"Please have a seat," he told her. “You haven’t aged a bit,” he said with a kiss-ass grin.

She sat across from him allowing the chessboard to be between them. Mac stood nearby, chest out…face stern as if he were a match for Chavez’s goons. 

"I see you still find enjoyment in your favorite pastime," she said, looking at the chessboard.

"Keeps me on my toes."

"Of course."

"A drink?"

"My favorite would be nice."

Chavez signaled for a servant to make her a drink at the nearby wet bar. “Tequila, straight up,” he told them.

Chetti grinned.

"I see jail could do nothing to lessen your beauty," he complimented her.

"Not a jail or a situation on earth that can break me down."

He nodded.

The servant handed Chetti her drink. After taking a sip, she looked across the table and said, "So you said you had something to tell me?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

Dressed in Prada trousers and blouse, she crossed her legs.

Dressed in a polo styled short sleeve, black Gucci slacks and Ferragamo loafers, he did the same.

"How much do you know about this Nessa girl?" he asked.

Chetti wasn't surprised to hear Nessa's name come from Chavez's mouth. In fact, it was just what she wanted to hear. "Enough to know that I don't like the bitch. But for now, she is serving a purpose."

"A purpose?”

"Yes, a purpose. Brandon, did tell you my plan, right?" Chetti was getting pissed.

  “Uh, plan? I’m confused.”

Mac could see smoke damn near about to come from Chetti’s nose and mouth. Her entire disposition had changed.

“So, Brandon told you nothing about how I wanted you to handle Nessa?”

Chavez smiled. He knew Chetti was devious. He knew she was selfish. Those two things were going to lead to Nessa's death. He was sure of it. When fucking with Chetti, the devil wasn't the only heartless muthafucka that wears Prada.

"I haven’t seen Brandon since the first day he brought Nessa here.”

Chetti’s head spun around so quick her neck snapped. “Mac, you kill that muthafucker! No more chances!”

Mac nodded from the corner.

“So?" Chavez asked curiously, “Tell me what Brandon didn’t do that you’d like me to do? You know I owe you my life.”

Chetti allowed a slight smile to slip from the side of her mouth as she explained how she wanted to benefit from all of Nessa’s hard work and grind in the streets. “ Every time she makes money, I make more.”

“Indeed.” Chavez nodded.

“And that fuckin’ Luke, when the snitching-ass son of a bitch calls, you let me know. I’m certain he’ll try to check in on his little whore.”

“Consider it done. But just so you know, he’s already called me once to see if Nessa had connected with me. I told him she hadn’t.”

Chetti grinned wickedly.

She ended with, “So, wait, why did you originally call me here?”

With his legs still crossed, he shifted himself in his seat at an angle, folded his hands and asked, "Telling you this is not in my best interest, but does the name Piper ring a bell to you?"

Chetti's face changed expressions. She hadn't heard that name in years. "Of course. That was Charles’ side bitch."

Chavez began to stroke his goatee with his thumb and forefinger.

"What about her?" Chetti asked.

"What would you say if I told you Nessa and Piper know each other quite intimately?"

Staring intently at him, she asked, "
How
intimately?"

"Very."

Her expression grew extremely serious.

Seconds passed.

"Piper is Nessa's mother," Chavez said.

Chetti couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "You're bullshitting."

He simply looked at her.

"Tell me you're bullshitting me, Chavez."

"Heard it directly from their mouths , Chetti. Both were standing in my den the other day side by side."

Chetti was in a state of disbelief. She was speechless. She could remember taking Charles from Piper. She could remember how scarred Piper was over him leaving her. She remembered it all like it was yesterday. One thing she
didn't
remember though and she was absolutely
sure
he hadn't told her was that she had a daughter.