XXX Underground Playgrounds: La La's Story (9 page)

"All, I have to say is fucking with your ass La, a bitch would never get a piece of jewelry from me!" Vega admitted. The three of them laughed at his comment, "I'm just saying, Ma, you cold for this one. I'm impressed." he continued as they were reaching the rental car.

"A good girl can turn into a bad girl! A bad girl can turn into a cold-hearted bitch!" She told them as she put her leather gloves on. She left them with that as she made her way to her rental. She plugged her IPod into the radio; "Hard to Breathe by Violetz Are Blue" filled the speakers! That is exactly what La La was going to do, make it hard for that nicca to breathe!

Jah and Roc Vega watched as La La pulled off but revenge was driving that car, you could tell by the trail of dust she left in the air. "Damn Bone, this shit almost make me not want to treat these hos wrong," Vega said shaking his head almost believing himself.

"Yeah, right nicca! "Jah laughed, besides hos and bitches you’re supposed to treat wrong. That's a real woman; they’re not even in the same category! Shit, a motherfucker, gone learn today!" He pulled off in the opposite direction to handle his own business.

La la

La entered the room with Naomi right beside her; the darkness surrounded her, transforming her revenge into something so evil Lucifer himself, would have to fall to his knees and pray to God.   Halloween, the night in which masks were welcoming and the sight of death dressed in thigh-high boots, fishnet stockings, with an unbelievable sensual sheer leotard all covered up in an onyx hooded mantle and adorned a scythe in her right gloved hand was customary.

Que watched in carnal astonishment, as he silently gave Naomi her props for picking this one out, she was the worst bitch he has seen thus far. She was thick in all the right places. He listened to the sound of her heels penetrating the marble floor; he watched as she swung her cloak open to expose the front of her body, the muscles in her thighs flexed with every step.

“Damn left his lips as he watched his masked Grim Reaper reach her destination of the iPod, the speakers bellowed an eerie, erotic beat with an, even more, sensual spine-chilling voice.

Naomi just stood there waiting to do her part; she watched as La went to each French door and opened them, leaving the onyx curtains to rage through the doors from the wind.  The wind threatening to blow out the black candles that were lit around the room made for an enjoyable atmosphere, one might think romantic, one might believe that this woman went out of her way to create this for the man she loves. One might think the screams being covered up by the rain; wind and music are cries of passion. That one motherfucker was wrong as La tied Que ass upward on the bed.

She walked over to Naomi as she grabbed her mantle by the neck and threw it on the floor, Naomi handed her the specially made strap on, careful not to grab it by the shaft La put it on carefully. Que was anticipating what nasty shit Naomi and this sexy ass Grim Reaper had instore for him.

La grabbed the alcohol and the cocaine and poured it all over the shaft of the strap-on. Naomi set the bag down and walked over to La, Naomi put a condom on her penis before she entered Que, Que bucked at first, and he couldn’t believe that Naomi violated his asshole. He had dealt with a lot of transsexuals, but he was the man, not the fucking woman so he did not and was not supposed to get fucked in the ass.

However after a while, Que was throwing his ass back at Naomi, wanting Naomi to go deeper. La shook her head, this faggot ass motherfucker. Her thoughts deepened her hate as Naomi increased her strokes in Que’s ass. This nigga was probably sucking fucking dick and then coming home to her, kissing her all in the mouth and on her stomach while she was pregnant. This lying motherfucker was talking about he don’t like anal sex and he getting fucked in the ass.  Rage overtook her, whatever plan she had to prolong this shit, went out the window.

La yanked Naomi by the arm; Naomi looked confused. Nevertheless, Naomi removed her penis from Que and stepped back. La placed a blue scarf around his mouth; Que did not question it, and he has been gagged before. La made sure the ropes were tight; she placed her hand on the headboard, exposing the second half of his heart tattoo.

    Que’s eyes widened as he saw the tattoo, La watched his recognition, and she entered him without even touching her razor embellished simulated penis. She slowly went in and out as the razors searched for flesh to puncture. La looked at his head he was throwing it back, forward, and side to side, she reached for his dreads and pulled him backward so she could see his face. The absolute horror on his face put a smile on her face. She felt blood pour down her legs as she fucked him slowly. She would not dare fuck the shit out of him when it was clear she was trying to seduce his ass to death with each slice of the razor blade.

Visions of shit set off in La La’s head, like bombs. Each stroke became harder and more powerful than the last; she reached in the back of her where the holsters were located. La La came forward with both guns aiming at the back of his head, without missing a stroke she gave her late husband every piece of jewelry he ever gave her. La felt his body grow rigid; she made a sound like she was nutting, pulled out and told Que’s corpse, “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me.” She laughed and smacked him on the ass.

Naomi could not even find the words to explain what she just witnessed, La La was humming as she undressed to take a shower and jump into her other outfit for tonight. When she got out Naomi was still standing in the same spot. La walked over to her and snapped her fingers; she saw the look in Naomi’s eyes, those were eyes that couldn’t handle what just took place, Naomi's eyes held the look of a potential snitch.

La walked to the bag and pulled out a pair of plastic black overalls, gloves and then she threw the same to Naomi. Naomi feared touching Que’s dead body, but she was more terrified of La La. She continued to his body trying her damnedest not to touch any part of him while she was untying him.

Uncomplainingly, La waited for Naomi to finish her task, she walked over to Que’s body ready to pick him up and carry him to the Jacuzzi tub big enough for six people.  Quickly the girls took him to the bathroom and slung him into the tub; his body hit it with a thud. Naomi continued to stare at Que’s body; she once loved this man whom he thought loved him as herself.

La observed Naomi as she walked up behind him/her, she swung the scythe down on Naomi’s neck, her head rolled as blood squirted from her neck and her torso fell right on top of Que’s. Naomi must have forgotten that she was still her enemy. Besides female or male Naomi was a weak bitch that would get her ass put under the jail.

La La changed the song on her Ipod and turned it up loudly Nas' voice echoed through the house as he rapped about needing only One Mic; she slashed down on Que’s limbs taking pride in her butchering skills.

After three hours of One Mic on repeat, two bodies chopped up and incinerated. She opened all the windows and doors of the section of the house; she sprayed the bathroom with the cleaning solution that they clean crime scenes.  She sprayed the bed down even though she put the bedding in with the bodies. She did the same with the bedroom as she did the bathroom.

“Did you hire a cleaning crew?” La asked she knew she did not have to clean up after herself nor did she need a cleaning crew but you could never be too careful.

“Always on staff!” Jah reassured her.

“Who’s next?” La La asked.