Unzipped: An Urban Erotic Tale (26 page)

Closing his eyes, Tank lay back and relaxed, puffing his green and thinking about all the after parties he planned to hit later on that evening. The main one was gonna take place in a penthouse suite right after the game, and everybody in the world who claimed any kind of street cred would be there. Pimps, capos, kingpins, fine-ass whores. There’d be plenty of lap dances, neck pussy, titties, and big, round asses: whatever a niggah’s sexual thang was, he could get it off at one of Mookie’s joints.

Just thinking like that made Tank’s dick wake up under the water, and he reached through the bubbles and squeezed the head, then stroked the shaft with the rich, soapy suds. He’d been with a fine ho last night, a bitch with titties so damn plump and round they looked like little softballs.

Tank had been feeling all over them firm, round things, and planning on ramming his long dick up her cleavage and getting him a nice little titty fuck, but all that liquor and blow had gotten to him and he couldn’t remember what the fuck had happened to him or where the chick had gone. All he knew is that he didn’t get none last night, or he wouldn’t have been as horny as he was right now, and that was straight truth.

He let the water out of the tub and refilled it again, dumping three more bottles of gel in and foaming up the suds. He tried to take his mind off sex, but his dick was still hard and his fingers found his balls and squeezed them gently.

Pussy was as plentiful as air at the hotel this weekend, and Tank knew he could get some ass with just a quick phone call. But his hand was already on his dick again and he didn’t wanna wait for his nut.

Tank closed his eyes and relaxed as he masturbated for long
minutes into the warm, soapy water. He fantasized about the unknown ho with the big fluffy titties from the night before, yanking his dick with expert strokes.

He was breathing hard and almost there, his lips slack, his tongue between his teeth, when the bathroom door opened and Tank saw something that brought a big smile to his face.

It wasn’t the skinny little Asian maid and it wasn’t the steaming platter of steak and eggs he had ordered that had him going neither. It was something much better than that, and Tank’s dick nearly leaped out the tub at the sight.

“Room service,” she said, stepping into the bathroom on the sexiest legs he had ever seen in his life.

The bitch was stacked. Thick too. Hips like a muhfuckah. Her stomach was sexy as fuck with a deep-ass navel, her titties were bolder than any he could have imagined in his fantasies, and she was gorgeous in the face, with dimples and pretty honey-colored skin that just glowed under the lights.

She had on a short red skirt and a red bra top, and she didn’t look like no room-service waitress Tank had ever seen, but what the fuck. It was the Classic weekend and Mookie could be a high-rolling muhfuckah when he poked his fat head out the box. No telling what kinda shit that niggah had lined up for his homeys! Tank was just glad he was down with the click, ’cause steak and eggs had never looked so fuckin’ good in his life.

She smiled and sat down on the edge of the tub, balancing the tray on her lap.

“Hungry, Daddy?” she cooed, cutting up hunks of meat and grinning at Tank like he was the meal. “Let mami help you put a little something in your belly.”

Tank was grinning his head off as she cut and slid chunks of steak, eggs, and potatoes into his mouth. She laughed and cooed like he was a big baby, even playing that stupid-ass airport game,
talking about picking up the passengers from the terminal on his plate, and dropping them off at the airport in his mouth.

Tank was getting more turned on by the minute. Every time she leaned over to place a forkful of food into his mouth, her cleavage screamed and her big titties almost fell out of her bra and into his bathwater.

By the time his plate was empty his dick was extra long.

He reached up and squeezed one of her titties and flicked her hard nipple with his thumb.

“What’s your name, ma? Who sent you down here?”

She smiled, then moaned as he fingered her stiff nipple.

“I’m Karma. Mookie sent me.”

Tank nodded. He’d figured that. His niggah was just paid like that.

“Take off some of that shit, girl. Get up in this water with me.”

Tank stood up in the tub and motioned to her as the soapy water cascaded down his big brown body. The girl set the tray on the floor, then stood up too and began to unzip her skirt. Tank fondled her breasts as she inched her skirt down her hips and his breath caught in his throat when he saw she had nothing but a neatly trimmed pussy and naked hips underneath her clothes.

“Goddamn, baby,” he said as she stood before him in her red bodice. “You could kill a niggah with those hips.”

Pearl laughed and stepped into the water with him. Tank took her into his arms and buried his face in her neck as he cupped her phat, meaty ass.

“Did you get enough to eat?” she asked softly. “Are you full?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, massaging her ass and grinding his dick into her stomach. “Poppa’s full.”

“Let me see,” she said. She lifted her arm and reached into her bra.

Pearl’s hand moved like a breeze as she flicked open a small fillet knife and plunged the blade into Tank’s stomach right above his groin. She thrust upward, slitting him like a cow, gutting his stomach and spilling its contents into the soapy bathwater at their feet.

Tank stood there in complete shock, but Pearl moved lickety-split.

She hopped out of the water the moment his blood splashed in.

Tank’s lips moved and he balled up his fists to swing on her, but the gaping slit in his center checked him.

“Bitch beater,” Pearl taunted. She had studied her father’s notes very carefully. Tank was one of the niggahs Irish had had to get with for kicking Diamond’s ass in the street like she was a man.

Tank took an involuntary step and lost more of himself to the tub, then clutched both hands to his stomach in a vain attempt to hold his middle together.

Giggling, Pearl pulled her skirt back on and zipped it up, but not before showing Tank her crazy little birthmark, the one she shared with her twin.

“That’s for N’Vee, you bitch-ass punk! Now you and my sister are EVEN!”

Deep realization was in Tank’s eyes as his life slid down his legs and into the foamy bathtub. His eyes darted around the room, but there was no hope and no salvation. He was too weak to yell for help, and his pants, with his cell phone in the pocket, were too far away to reach.

Pearl Baines watched as Big Tank grew weaker with each passing second. Moments later, he bent at the knee and plopped down heavily in the bloody water, his mouth wide but mute, his disbelieving eyes glazed with pain.

A tear slipped from Pearl’s eye as she thought about what
Diamond had been through at the hands of men like Tank, and then another rolled down her cheek as she thought about what she had been through too.

Sure, sisters were tight, but twins were eternal.

M
enace was just a little kid in his dream.

He had snuck into Six Flags and was riding a Ferris wheel that was spinning fast. Too damn fast. So fast that people were being flung from their compartments and falling forty feet to the ground.

Menace was screaming along with the other riders, and holding on to the safety rail for all he was worth. The wheel was turning so fast that he flipped head over feet in his metal cage, banging his shoulders, knees, and arms, and flinging bile and acid into his throat, making him throw up.

The wheel slowed slightly, and Menace clenched his stomach muscles and tried to fight the wave of dizziness that gripped him, but just when he thought shit was under control, two things happened: the Ferris wheel picked up speed again and the door to his compartment flew open.

Screaming, Menace went sailing out into the warm summer
air, and as his body tumbled in a free fall toward the ground, there was only one thing on his mind.

Pearl!

He sat up in the bed before he could hit the ground.

Pearl. Goddamn Pearl.

A wave of nausea gripped him. His stomach heaved, the bile rising in his mouth really real, not a dream. He stumbled into the bathroom and hugged the toilet, and when there was nothing left inside him, he pulled himself to his feet and looked in the mirror and immediately he knew.

Slick-ass Pearl. She had fucked him up.

The details of the night before came back to him. Menace had never felt so sick or slept so deep in his life. He didn’t know what she’d given him, but he knew she’d given him something strong.

And he knew why too.

Splashing cold water on his face, Menace rinsed his mouth with Listerine and took a piss. He was gonna get that damned girl. For real. It was Saturday, and he could pretty much figure out where she was and what she was doing. And ten minutes after waking up with Pearl’s name on his lips, he jumped in his whip and once again headed over to the Primero Hotel to find her.

So far revenge was feeling sweet as hell to Pearl, and very soon her mission would be complete and the souls of her people could finally rest. The satisfaction she felt just from knowing that Mookie’s henchmen would never break down another door and terrorize another innocent family was like a ton of boulders being lifted from her heart. But there was still a small, or rather a large matter that had to be attended to.

Although Pearl had annihilated four of Mookie’s main manz with her very own hands, the ultimate satisfaction would come
when she’d taken it to the head with the capo who had actually ordered the hits.

Losing her father and her daughter and her sister and her niece was horrific, but it was the brutal shit that had been done to her mother that had Pearl crying oceans. Zeta had been a beautiful woman who Mookie had used to break Irish’s spirit before taking his life. The degrading shit that Mookie ordered inflicted on Zeta with spiked metal dicks and hammers let it be known that shit was personal between him and Irish. Dicking his woman in the mouth had made it so, and Pearl was about to make sure shit got real personal for Mookie too.

See, some years earlier another New York City family had been victimized in a crime that had a very similar MO as the one Mookie had perpetrated on Pearl’s family. Before she left D.C., Pearl had asked Carlita to search the FBI’s crime database for any home invasions that came close in scope to the one that took her family. Together they located the unsolved case of Marlo and Tricia Honore, an East Harlem couple who had been the victims of an assault with details that were very similar to those in the murder of Pearl’s family.

In the Honore murders, Marlo had been an assistant prosecutor who was working on a number of cases involving gambling, drugs, and prostitution in East Harlem. He was working with an unknown informant and on the verge of obtaining some solid information that would take down an empire, when a crew of goonies pulled a kick-door on his family.

Marlo’s five-year-old daughter had been having a birthday sleepover that night, and somehow he had heard them coming and managed to hold the goonies off with a small caliber pistol while his wife hid their daughter and four of her young cousins. The girls were stuffed under the subfloor in various rooms of the
Honore house, as Marlo and his wife were bum-rushed and attacked.

All kinds of unmentionable shit had been done to the Honores as their girls cowered out of sight under the wooden floorboards shaking in horror and fear. As in the Baines case, Marlo’s wife had been tortured and sexually violated, her mouth brutally torn apart with a jagged metal object. The murderous thugs had poured gasoline everywhere and set the house on fire before leaving, and all five of the poor babies hiding under the floorboards had either burned to a crisp or suffocated to death.

The more Pearl learned about Mookie Murdock and compared the two cases, the more she was convinced that, like her family, the couple and their girls had been killed by his order. Mookie was running shit from one end of Harlem to the other, and the details of both cases had his personal stamp of sadism all over them. Pearl was almost sure that Mookie had put a hit out on both families.