The California Saga (12 page)

I shook my head no, and at that point, my mouth became dry as shit.

Jewel spoke up and told the cop who'd handcuffed her that it would be all right for me to drive her car home.

“Not without a driver's license,” the cop explained.

“Do you have any identification on you?” the cop asked me.

“No.”

“Do you have a name? Date of birth?”

“Martin Green. Seven, twenty-two, seventy-two.”

The cop walked Jewel to the back of the police car, while the other cop radioed in the information that I'd just given him.

For five minutes I sat in limbo in Jewel's Range Rover. Then the other cop that had walked Jewel to the squad car came back over to the Range Rover and whispered something into the other cop's ear.

“Can you step out of the car please?”

I obeyed, not fully knowing what was up.

“Michael Burroughs, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you . . .”

Muthafucka!
I shook my head and clenched my teeth in anger, wondering just how the fuck was I gonna get myself out of this sling that I'd suddenly found myself in.

 

 

After I hung up the phone, I shouted, “Bitchass nigga!” Calico was really becoming a pain in my ass.

I immediately called Jewel, and her phone rang out to voice mail. “Jewel, what's up? This is Touch. Call me back as soon as you get this message. Gone.”

I made my way into Bottoms Up. I needed a drink in the worst way. I headed to the bar and ordered a double shot of Grey Goose and took it straight to the head.

“Oh, shit! Hey, Touch. What's good, homie? Is this like a fucking high-school reunion or some shit?”

I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out who the fuck it was that was talking to me. “It's me, man. Diablo.”

“Oh, what's the deal, Diablo?” I extended my hand to Diablo and gave him a pound.

The deejay shouted into the microphone, “Coming to the stage, we got Juicy on stage one, and Malibu on stage two. Show them some love, fellas.”

Diablo said to me, “That thick shit right over there on the stage, Malibu, that's what's up.”

I looked over to the stage and saw Sasha wiping down the pole on the stage, preparing to do her thing. I have to admit, looking at Sasha instantly made my dick rise.

I hadn't seen Diablo in years. I'd heard that he'd moved to Atlanta from Virginia and was doing his thing and getting money down there. But I never really liked the dude. I always tolerated his ass, but I never really fucked with him like that. He wasn't an enemy per se, but he wasn't a real nigga. He was one of those niggas that always managed to get over and shit. Besides, that nigga ain't like me back in high school because he thought I was knocking Jewel off when they were kicking it.

Diablo ordered a bottle of Rosé, and we popped the bottle and drank champagne, and kicked it.

Just before Sasha was finished with her routine, I walked up to the stage and threw three hundred-dollar bills at her.

“Oh, shit! Thank you,” Sasha said, looking at the money only and not even realizing it was me.

I screamed out to her, “Sasha, what up, girl?”

“Oh my God! Touch! What's up, baby? I didn't even realize that was you. Wait right there. I'll be there in a minute,” Sasha said as she walked around the stage, butt-ass naked in her stilettos, picking up the money that she'd just made and tossing it in a tall, clear garbage bag.

I turned around to see Diablo hawking my ass like a fucking stalker.

“So, Diablo, where you gonna be? Let me get your number so I can kick it wit'chu before I bounce back to VA.”

Diablo gave me his number. “So you down here buying them thangs?”

I knew he was referring to weight, but that wasn't the reason I had come to Atlanta. “Nah, I'm actually down here looking at some real estate that I'm trying to buy.”

“Oh, okay. That's what's up. So, if you need them thangs, holler at your boy.” Diablo gave me a pound and walked off.

Just as Diablo walked off, Sasha came up to me and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

“Sasha, I forgot you had all that damn booty up under them clothes,” I said, still admiring her body. “You make a nigga wanna wife your ass.”

“Nigga, please. Everybody wanna wife a bitch when she butt-ass naked,” Sasha said jokingly.

“So what's up?”

“Nothing. I'm just up in here working, trying to get my swagger back. I been going through it lately.”

I couldn't help but to continue to stare at her body.

“Touch, if you don't stop . . .”

“Yo, come on, I want a private dance. You working, right?” I grabbed her by the hand, and we walked downstairs toward the VIP rooms. “It's twenty dollars a song, right?”

“Yep.” Sasha smiled at me and took the lead, walking in front of me toward a leather couch in the VIP room.

I handed her one hundred dollars. She sat me down and asked me if it was all right if she took off her shoes. I nodded yes, and she took off her shoes and waited for the next song to come on. When it did, she started dancing for me.

I asked her, “You know I always had a crush on you?”

“Yeah, whatever. You know you coulda had me whenever you wanted me, but your nose was always up Jewel's ass.”

Sasha sat her soft, plump ass on my lap and started grinding on my rock-hard dick.

“So I
coulda
had you?” I asked. “So you saying I can't have you
now
?”

Sasha turned around and faced me in a straddled position. Then she leaned in and started kissing me on my neck and ear. As she kissed me on my ear, she whispered, “You know good and well that Jewel would have a fit if I was fucking wit'chu.”

At that point Sasha had turned me on to the point where I was ready to stick my dick in her pussy right there and fuck her on the spot. Jewel and her feelings was the last thing on my mind right then. Besides, she was banging Calico. Maybe she needed a taste of her own medicine.

“We both grown,” I said. “What we do is between me and you. Jewel ain't got to know what we do.”

Sasha didn't respond. She just kept grinding on me and doing her thing. Then she reached her hand in my pants and started stroking my dick. “Ummmhhh,” she moaned in my ear, “I didn't know you were working with all this.”

“So now you know.” I wanted to just stand up and bend her ass over and fuck her.

The last song of my five songs had just started playing, and I said to Sasha, “I know everything I say to you, you gon' go back and tell Jewel what I said. But ya girl's been on some bullshit lately, on the real.”

“Oh my God! Who you telling?” Sasha shot back at me. “I thought it was just me, but I did notice she was acting funny and shit. It's like sometimes she can be there and care for me and look out for me, but it's like I don't know if it's always genuine 'cause, in the next breath, she's always flaunting shit and trying to down my ass and show off and shit.”

I nodded my head, and then we both stood up because my time was up.

“So, listen,” I whispered into her ear, “I'm staying at the Ritz Carlton in Buckhead across from Lenox. Why don't you come chill wit' me when you get up outta here?”

Sasha nodded her head. “Okay, but I probably wouldn't be leaving until around three in the morning.”

“It's all good. I still be here.”

She kissed me on the cheek then walked off. I watched her every move as her sexy ass walked in her stilettos and the white slingshot bikini that she was wearing. I couldn't wait to get her to my room so I could smash that ass.

 

 

Although I was dancing for a nigga and he was making it rain, my mind was on other things. I watched the clock constantly, waiting for three o'clock to hit. Hell, even two thirty. Anything just so that I could get the fuck out of dodge. All I could think of was Touch. That muthafucka literally had my pussy dripping. A bitch had to go to the dressing room and clean up with a baby wipe after lap-dancing with him. A few more songs and I could have busted right on his lap.

“Yo, shawty,” the dude I danced for said with his deep down south country accent.

“Yes?” I responded full of attitude because he'd disrupted my day-dreaming about Touch.

“Make it clap or something for a nigga,” he said, noticing my lack of energy.

“Okay, baby, I got you.”

I figured I may as well straighten up and drain this nigga then call it a night. I danced for him and his boys for another ten songs then I was out.

I stopped by Touch's table on the way to the dressing room to let him know I was packing up. As soon as I packed my things and was ready to head out the dressing room door, the realization of what I was about to do settled in, and my heart began to race. I knew that Jewel would kill me if she found out. There was no way I could do it. I took a deep breath, grabbed my dance bag, and walked toward Touch to break the news to him.

He handed me a shot as soon as I walked up. “Drink this.”

“What is it?”

“Patrón.”

I took it down in one gulp. Hell, I needed that shit.

“You ready?” he asked as soon as I finished.

“Well—”

“Well, what?” Touch whispered in my ear then gently kissed me on my neck.

My knees got weak, and my head collapsed in his hand. I almost came from that alone. My neck was my weak spot, and it was as though this nigga knew it or something. I forced out the words, “Touch . . . I can't do this.”

There was a slight awkward pause before he spoke up. Surprisingly, he gave in without a fight. “A'ight, cool. I don't want to force you. Just have a few drinks with me before I bounce.”

“That's the least I can do,” I said, knowing I'd disappointed him.

We took shot after shot; Patrón for me, Grey Goose for him.

After the third one, I was feeling nice, a little too nice as a matter of fact.

I found myself getting lap-dances. I looked at Touch as Juicy, one of the dancers, gave me a passionate lap-dance. She moved across my lap slowly and caressed my body all at the same time.

I fantasized it was Touch's hands on me as she embraced my body. The feeling was too overwhelming. My mind was made up. I wanted Touch, and I wanted him at that moment. I pushed Juicy off me and approached him. “I'm ready. Let's go now.”

Touch didn't say a word. He just pulled his keys out and grabbed my hand, and we headed out the door. Once outside, we agreed that I would follow him. He headed to his car, and I headed to mine.

Minutes later, we were in front of the Ritz Carlton. I gathered my composure as we headed to his room. I gave myself a pep talk as I waited for him to open the door.
Get it together, Sasha. You can do this. It's just sex. You're grown. Do you. Shit, Jewel is doing her
.

“I need to take a shower first,” I said as soon as we walked through the door. “Do your thing.” Touch turned the light on in the bathroom then flopped down on the bed.

I jumped in the shower and lathered up. I was sure Touch would be asleep when I got out. I was kind of hoping he would be. At least, then I would have an excuse not to have sex. But to my surprise, Touch was wide-awake when I walked out the bathroom.

“Damn, you are sexy!” he said, admiring my naked body.

“Wait!” I said, stopping him as he proceeded toward me. “Just let me do one thing first.”

I ran into the bathroom and opened my bag. I needed a little encouragement, so I pulled out an ecstasy pill and popped it in my mouth. I waited a couple of minutes and headed back to the bed.

“What? You had to shit? Don't be getting in bed with me with shit crumbs in your ass,” Touch joked.

“Boy, shut up. Ain't nobody shit.”

I slid beneath the sheets with Touch. His dick was already rock-hard as I began to stroke it. I didn't know if it was the X pill or just the freak in me, but I wanted to do all kinds of things with this nigga. I pulled the covers back and straddled him. Then I began kissing him on his neck and moved down toward his nipples. I licked his nipples and bit them gently, sending erotic chills down his spine.

Next, I moved my way toward his penis. Now that was my joy! Like a jumbo Blow Pop, I slowly licked all around his head. Then, out of nowhere, I began to rapidly deep-throat his dick. Touch's moans of satisfaction turned me on.

“You better not cum. I haven't even started with this dick yet.” I stroked it with my right hand then began to suck it.

I took a pause and juggled his balls and licked that little piece of sensitive skin beneath them, causing him to quiver every now and then. Confident that I'd given him a blowjob better than the infamous Superhead herself, I strapped on a condom, using my lips only, then straddled his dick. Touch moaned as I sat my warm, fat, wet pussy on top of him.

“Look at this fat pussy,” I demanded as I bounced up and down on top of him.

“Damn,” Touch said as he watched my pussy grip his manhood with each movement.

I could tell the image alone made him want to bust, but not before I got mine. I fucked him like a dog in heat, until I felt myself reaching my peak.

“You want to cum, baby?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he said between moans.

“Okay. I want you to cum with me. I'm about to cum, baby. Cum with me,” I yelled as I dug my nails into Touch's chest, and we busted together.

Moments later, while I was lying on the bed, trying to catch my breath, Touch's phone began to ring. I used that as my cue to get up and headed to the bathroom.

I heard him say, “Oh shit.”

“What?” I rushed back into the room, thinking the condom had broke or some crazy shit.

“Jewel is calling.”

“Don't answer it,” I said frantically.

“You don't have to worry about that.”

As soon as Touch's phone finished ringing my phone began to ring. I didn't know if it was a guilty conscience or what, but something was telling me that Jewel knew something was up.

Oh well,
I thought to myself as I freshened up in the bathroom.
Sasha, what Jewel don't know won't hurt her. Now what you need to do is pop another one of those X pills and go back in that room for round two with Touch. As I'm sure Jewel would say herself, “Use sex to secure that nigga and his money!”

With that in mind, I proudly headed back into the bedroom. Hell, I was just following the advice of a friend. Jewel gave me the tools, so I was utilizing them. Based on the rules I was given on how to trap a baller, Touch fit the description, and I was just being a good student by putting in the work.