Red Light Special (11 page)

“Have you heard from Kenyatta, baby?” Bless said, as he held Collyn’s floor-length blue chinchilla open for her to slide her arms into, “I’ve been calling him and he hasn’t returned any of my calls.”

Collyn’s curls bounced as she turned her head toward him. “Why would I ever want to hear from Kenyatta?” She pulled her coat closed and tucked her Chloe clutch under her arm.

Bless laughed. “I was just wondering.” He was dressed in a black tuxedo. “First, he’s on the news about the chick missing, and now, he’s misappropriating city money. That’s some crazy shit.”

Collyn said, taken aback, “I don’t remember that.”

“What, the missing chick?”

“Not that, the misappropriating money, when did you hear that?”

Bless paused, “Read it, a few days ago in the paper.”

“Hmph,” Collyn said as if she were in deep thought. “But I’m not surprised.”

“Nah? But what about the missing girl scandal. What do you think of that?”

Collyn bit the corner of her lip. She started to tell Bless that Eve was one of her top girls and she was convinced that Kenyatta had something to do with her disappearance, but since she never allowed anyone besides her cousin Taryn into her business, instead she said, “I don’t wanna talk about Kenyatta. It is what it is.”

“True.” He looked her up and down. “Damn, you look good.”

“Don’t get any ideas.” She laughed as they walked out the door, headed for the opera. “’Cause you won’t be getting any pussy.”

“Shit, you a lie,” he said as they waited for the valet to bring his Navigator around. “Got my ass up in this tux and shit.”

Collyn playfully mushed him in the head, “Shut up.”

“What I do?”

“Nothing.” She kissed him. “Nothing.”

As they rode along the highway Collyn wondered how were Kenyatta and Monday making out. She hadn’t heard anything from the feds so she hoped it was a sign that they would be leaving her alone, but she wasn’t sure.

“Bless,” Collyn played with the lapel of his tuxedo jacket. “When’s the last time you’ve seen Kenyatta?”

“I told you, in a minute. Why?”

“Well, when you were with him, did he ever mention anyone named Tracy?”

“Tracy?” he arched his eyebrows, “Nah, never. Who is that?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? And you expect me to?”

“It’s crazy, I know, but I just thought maybe you’d heard him call that name or something.”

Bless looked at Collyn and he could tell that there was more to the story than what she just told him, but for argument’s sake, he was willing to let it go. “All right Collyn, if you say so.” He said as they pulled in front of NJPAC.

They arrived at the opera, where an entire who’s who was in attendance. After some mingling Collyn snickered to herself at some of the celebrities and politicians, who seemed nervous around her because they had utilized her business.

Collyn and Bless enjoyed the cocktail hour and the pre-show performance by a world renowned orchestra. Afterward they went to their enclosed box seats, with reclining burgundy leather chairs, wine chilling in a platinum ice bucket, and surround sound in the ceiling that made it seem as if they were on stage.

A minute later the house lights went down and the show began.

“Yo’,” Bless leaned over and whispered, “you have any panties on?”

“See, you play too much,” Collyn said as Bless eased the sides of her dress up, running his hands up her thighs and along the curves of her ass.

Kissing her on the neck, Bless said, “You wet?”

Collyn smacked his hand. “What did I tell you?”

“Look, if I ain’t gettin’ no pussy, I can go home, ’cause I don’t even know what they sayin’.” He nodded toward the stage.

“Blessing, would you behave?”

“I am, but I’m sayin’, though, let’s play a game.” He felt between her inner thighs.

“What game?”

“Let me see if I can make you hit some of those operatic high notes. And you know you got this chick beat. Remember the other night, you were like ‘Ahhhhh—’”

She clapped her hands over his mouth. “Are you crazy? What has gotten into you?”

“Man, just give me some pussy and stop playing with me. I’m gettin’ tired now.”

Collyn hesitated for a moment. “If I give you a little bit, would you let me watch the show?”

“Hell yeah, ’cause I’ma go to sleep afterward.”

“I can’t take you anywhere,” she said, standing up, giving him a moment to unzip his pants and free his hard-on.

Collyn reached over, pulled the velvet curtain to give them a little more privacy, and then returned to his lap.

“I knew you had a thong on.” He pushed her pearl thong to the side and eased his thick, long pipe into her warm center. “Ahh, that’s better, now this is how you enjoy the opera.” He placed his hands on her hips and assisted her with gyrating them. The smooth skin on her ass felt like butter against his thighs as Bless found himself doing his damnedest not to bend her completely over and hit it from the back. Her center was always so inviting, so luscious, and so warm that he found himself placing his fingers on her clit and caressing it, while she swirled discreetly on his dick.

Collyn bit the corner of her lip as Bless’s rock solid member felt as if it were melting every ounce of sugar from her walls. She could feel her candy sliding down the thumping veins on the side. She grabbed the arms of the chair, sucked in a breath, and released a scream that would put the most prestigious opera singer to rest.

“Collyn,” Bless whispered, “you gon’ get us locked up and shit.” He laughed, “Calm down.”

Collyn looked around to see if they had gathered any onlookers, seeing none she continued on, bucking his jimmy until she felt Bless’s thighs become tense, causing him to bite her lightly on the shoulder and whisper her name while he came, releasing his white chocolate into her flesh.

After they went into the private bathroom and freshened up, there was enough time left in the show for Collyn to enjoy it and, as promised, for Bless to get his nap on.

Three hours later, the opera ended and they headed home.

“Did you have a good time?” she asked as he held the door open for her.

“Hated it,” he said, now sitting behind the wheel.

“What?”

“Hell yeah, you were real stingy.”

“Stingy? We were sitting in five-hundred-dollar seats and all you did was badger me for pussy and then you took your ungrateful ass to sleep.” She laughed, “You are so selfish.”

“Selfish? You only gave me a little bit.”

Collyn scooted over. “Aw, my sweetie feels neglected?” She unzipped his pants.

“Maybe.”

“Don’t be like that.” She eased his thick head into her mouth. “Mama didn’t mean it.”

Bless blew air out the side of his mouth, “Damn girl, you don’t be playing.” He did his best to keep his eyes on the road as she licked the length and nearly caused him to miss the brake pedal.

Bless was struggling like hell to keep his eyes steady on the road. “Goddamn, baby.”

She lifted her eyes. “I’m just trying not to be stingy.”

Before he could respond she took him back into her mouth.

“Fuck, hol’ up.” He pulled over to a wooded area off the shoulder. The night air was pitch black, with yellow and red lights streaking by from the passing cars along the highway.

“What are you doing?” Collyn gave his dick one last kiss.

“Take that shit off,” Bless said, removing his tuxedo jacket. “That’s enough of you fuckin’ wit’ me. Get yo’ ass in the back.”

“Bless—”

“Bless hell. Get yo’ ass in the back and take that shit off. All of it.”

“Why don’t we wait until we get home?”

“Home? I’ma fuck you when we get home too. Don’t worry about that, I got home covered.”

Collyn climbed in the back and flattened the seats. She pulled her dress over her head and threw it to the front. Bless stripped out of his tux and kicked off his shoes. “Where them panties at? And take off that bra too.”

“Bless, what if we get caught?”

“Don’t worry, I got bail money.”

Collyn giggled, loving how he made her feel sixteen again.

Finally climbing into the back, Bless drew her lips into a deep, soulful kiss while his hard cock rubbed against her throbbing clit. Their tongues danced together in an erotic rhythm that elevated Collyn’s body temperature. Spreading her legs wide, Bless slipped in one finger and twirled it inside her wetness, causing her to moan.

“Goddamn, look at how wet you are,” he said, sliding in a second finger. “How you gon’ tell me you weren’t gon’ give me none of this pussy?” He slid a third finger inside her and started pumping. Collyn lifted her hips and matched the rhythm of his fingers.

“Pussy over here callin’ my name,” Bless continued.

“Baby, I was just playin’.”

“Playin’, huh? Well, let me show you how I play.” He eased down her belly, French-kissed her navel, and continued on to placing sloppy wet kisses in, out, and in between her center. “Hold them fat lips open.” He kissed them. “Hold ’em open,” he commanded.

Collyn reached down and spread her pussy lips, giving him room to lick all of it all while his fingers continued to pump in and out of her.

“That’ll teach you to play with me.” His tongue quickened its pace, causing her first orgasm to kiss his lips.

“Roll over,” he instructed her.

She obeyed and lay on her belly.

He rubbed his hardness across her ass and slowly eased his dick in. Collyn threw her head back, and a sigh of relief fell from her lips.

He reached forward, gave her breasts a hard squeeze, and thrust into her. Her ass bounced against his shaft, and in no time at all the Navigator was rocking on the side of the highway and she was screaming his name.

“That’s right, baby, show me how much you want it.” He pounded, her ass popping against him. “Shit, I’m ’bout cum.” His thrusting quickened. Collyn screamed and her sugar walls collapsed.

A second later, Bless growled out his release and collapsed against her back, whispering, “This shit is dangerous.”

Monday stood in the parlor watching Kenyatta in the kitchen as he leaned against the picture window. It had been close to five months since Eve disappeared and Kenyatta was still telling the same lie. Nothing had changed, only the day.

Monday walked softly into the kitchen before realizing Kenyatta was on the phone. “I can’t see you tonight,” he said, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. “Look, I know you want to be with me. But not right now, tomorrow.”

“Why can’t you be with the bitch now?” Monday spat. She knocked him on his shoulder, causing him to fall forward against the picture window.

He quickly turned around. “What the fuck—?”

“Oh, you cussin’ at me and you got some bitch on the phone? You tryna flex for a bitch?” Monday ran toward him and snatched the phone. “Who the fuck is this?” she screamed into the receiver, and the person quickly hung up. Monday turned to Kenyatta and flung the phone at him, barely missing the maid, who had come into the kitchen. Immediately Monday apologized. “Mary, I’m so sorry.”

“But wat de hell is dis?” Mary spat in a thick Trinidadian accent. She looked at the phone that had slammed against the floor so hard it was in pieces. Her golden face was red as she blinked. “Jesus.” She made the sign of the cross on her chest. “You know if dat woulda hit me in me head we woulda had a problem.” She sucked her teeth long and hard.

Monday and Kenyatta both stopped dead in their tracks and blinked. Mary had been with them for years, and though they knew she was from Trinidad, they’d never thought about it, at least until now. After clearing her throat, Mary quickly returned to her role. “Ms. Hudson James is here to see you.”

Kenyatta frowned and his eyes revealed that he was taken aback. “What?”

Although Mary was doing her best to be polite, it was obvious that she wasn’t in the mood for his shit. “Would you like me to show her in?”

“Oh, it’s okay,” Hudson said as she stormed into the kitchen with a milky white stain running down the front of her blouse. She walked over to the sink and wet a paper towel. Cleaning herself, she said, “Thanks, Mary.”

“Are you still breast-feeding?” Monday snapped.

“No.” Hudson frowned. “It’s from the baby’s bottle.”

“I take it I can leave now.” Mary nodded and excused herself.

“We should just get to the point,” Hudson said. “I spoke with Mehki and a few of the other attorneys and it doesn’t look good. We should’ve thought this out before we decided to fire Charles. Because now the feds want to do an audit and I’m not sure how things are looking.”

“I told you, you shouldn’t have done that anyway,” Monday said.

“Monday,” Kenyatta said, “this doesn’t concern you.”

Monday looked at Hudson, embarrassed about the way her husband had spoken to her, “Who are you talking to?”

“Don’t question me, Monday.”

“Excuse me—” Mary interrupted.

“What?” they all snapped, and Mary stepped back.

She swallowed. “There’s a Mr. Bless Shields here to see you, sir.”

“What is he doing here?” Kenyatta arched his eyebrows.

“I invited him,” Hudson said. “Thanks, Mary. Show him in.”

“Why the hell is she inviting people to our house?” Monday exclaimed.

Kenyatta turned to Monday. “Chill.”

“Whatever.” She stormed over to the counter and poured herself a glass of water.

Bless walked into the kitchen, and Monday frowned at him.

Bless smirked. “I’m fine and you?”

Monday shot him a quick fake smile. “I’m well.”

“I can tell.” Bless nodded toward Hudson and gave Kenyatta a handshake. “I’ve been trying to reach you for a minute. Where have you been?”

“A little tied up. Wassup?”

“What do you mean, wassup? I got a call from my assistant last night who said that you needed the signed contracts today.”

“Me?” Kenyatta said, surprised.

“Yes,” Hudson answered. “I thought we needed them so that the waterfront construction can already be in operation when the books are looked at.”

“You gave him another contract?” Monday snapped.

“What the fuck did I just tell you?” Kenyatta squinted at Monday, “You gon’ mess around and I’ma make you go upstairs.”

“Make me? Well maybe you should, because I really need to see this.”

“Excuse us.” Kenyatta looked at Monday and grabbed her by the arm. He walked her roughly into the hall. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“When the hell did you get disrespectful to the point where you think you can talk to me like that? I don’t appreciate that shit! I’m not that missing-ass ho in the street. I’m your wife!”

Kenyatta cleared his throat. “Then act like my wife and shut the fuck up.”

“What?” Monday felt like he’d just backhanded her. “I can’t believe I was still looking out for your benefit and here you are…you will never change.”

“Looking out for my benefit how?” he said sarcastically, “by nagging me?”

“Fuck you.” And she turned away.

Kenyatta snatched her back, “What are you talking about? What do you mean looking out for my benefit?”

Monday hesitated. She wanted to spit in his face, but there was something in his eyes and everytime she looked at him, she felt like this would be the one time she could save him…even if it was from himself. “I shouldn’t tell your ass shit. I should let Hudson do her job—”

“Would you just say it!”

“Look, it’s not personal, because I don’t know him like that, but if you want to work with him and he’s really cool, then have him set up a front, a business that doesn’t seem as if he owns it.”

“Why?” Kenyatta asked, genuinely interested.

“This way no one can say you’re setting up bids and getting kickbacks. The company will look new and it’ll seem like you’re giving everyone a chance.”

Kenyatta paced for a moment and tapped his foot. Why hadn’t he thought of the front? He looked at her, turned around and left her standing there. He went back to the kitchen, and she heard him tell Hudson and Bless everything she’d just said, as if it were his idea. Hudson said, “I’ll get right on that.” Even in her home, she was on the outside looking in. But then again, this was the mayor’s mansion.

She could hear their laughter and Kenyatta’s spin on her ideas bounce around the room as she went upstairs grabbed her purse, and left.