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  “That’s what I’m talking about. Give it to me, baby,” he repeated. “This pussy belongs to ‘The Boss!’”

  She was screaming and crying. “Yes . . . Yes, it’s all yours. I submit. I’m going to calm down!” she yelled right before cumming hard as hell and passing out.

  Kayson said to himself, got her. He smiled and pulled out. Satisfied, he placed tender kisses all down her back. Koko laid flat, arms stretched out and unable to move. Kayson rose to his knees and began stroking his dick. KoKo could sense he was planning another attack, so she whispered, pleading her case, “I can’t take no more.”

  “You can’t tell me what to do with my pussy.” He slid on his magnum, flipped her back over on her back, and said in a sexy voice with a wicked smile, “It’s my turn.” He slid up in KoKo once again grinding nice and slow. Now that he could enjoy her, he closed his eyes and savored the ecstasy dripping from her lips. It got so good he started to moan. He figured he had better switch positions before he lost control; he flipped over so she was straddling his lap.

  “No wait, Kayson,” she moaned. But he didn’t, he was all up in the pussy hitting it from the bottom steady.

  “Mmmmm . . . shit . . . Let’s go for a ride,” he said as he pumped in and out watching his dick disappear in between kissing her lips. He lay back and said, “Do it to me,” as he guided her waist to his pleasure.

  KoKo was feeling it. She zoned out as she picked up speed when he hit that spot.

  “I’m cumming again, Kayson . . . Oh my god!” she yelled out.

  “Let it go, baby.”

  She did just that. He turned her around on his dick clockwise, still pumping without losing contact with the pussy. She was now side straddled and bouncing up and down until he was again hitting that spot and she came again. He turned her again until her back was to him. He sat up so he wouldn’t lose control; he was hitting it so hard that she grabbed the sheets trying to get away. “You ain’t going nowhere. I got you.” Hitting that spot again, KoKo was fucked up in the head after that last one. Kayson pumped a few more times then they both came so hard, she fell forward and he fell back.

  “Gotdamn!” he said, slowly rubbing his hands back and forth across her butt. He slid out of her then he pulled her up so she could lay on his chest. He looked at her as she laid on him, then they fell asleep for what seemed like an hour.

  Kayson opened his eyes as he realized he had been out for a little over an hour. That was some good pussy. Why a nigga would let that go was beyond him, but it was all good because he knew what to do with it. He tapped her so she could get up. “We got to hit the shower.”

  KoKo looked at him and thought, shit nigga, I hope you carrying me because I can’t walk. She managed to sit up and get to the edge of the bed. KoKo finally made it to her feet. No, I didn’t just fuck him. What type of relationship are we going to have now? She thought.

  Once they both got up, he changed the sheets and headed to the shower behind her. KoKo was both confused and sex drunk. She looked in the mirror and could not believe what she saw. Hickies were all over her neck, back, and breasts.

  Kayson came in the bathroom with a sneaky smile on his face.

  “Why you staring at yourself like you don’t know your name?”

  “I’m good.” KoKo tried to sound a little tough.

  “You sure are. Real good. I gave you that Boss dick, that’s why you all confused.” Then he got up behind her. She quickly turned around. “Please Kayson, don’t.” She was scared as hell.

  “Don’t what?” he asked, looking in her eyes like he wanted to eat her up.

  She put her arms up to his chest. “I can’t.” Her pussy was throbbing. And he looked like he could go another three hours.

  “Look at you, all scared and shit. Where’s my solider at?” he teased.

  “She’s right here.” She was hoping he was not going to take any more.

  “Give me a kiss,” he demanded, standing in front of her with a semi hard on and his hands behind his back. She kissed him quickly.

  “That ain’t no kiss,” he said as he raised one eyebrow.

  “I don’t want to wake up your friend.”

  “It’s okay, I told him to relax for a little while. Stop being scared and give me a kiss before I turn green.”

  She put her hands around his neck and kissed him, sucking on his lips and then sliding him her tongue. He received her in his mouth then said, “See, I know how to be a good boy.”

  Yeah right, she thought. He smacked her on the ass and said, “Come wash The Boss up.” He walked into the shower and she was right on his heels. Sometime later, they got out and oiled each other down. Kayson got in bed butt naked with no covers, lay on his stomach, and was sound asleep. KoKo climbed up under the covers trying to get as far away from him as possible. She didn’t want him to feel her moving and start back into his attack. While laying there she thought, Oh my god! He tried to fuck me to death. She admired his perfect body, the muscles in his back, ass and legs. Damn, all this is mine. With that, she shook her head and allowed herself to doze off.

  The next morning, Kayson was close up behind her. She woke up but was afraid to move and she lay there in slight fear.

  “Pretending to be sleep can’t stop me from getting some pussy. Whenever I want it, I will take it,” he said.

  “How did you know I wasn’t sleep?” she asked.

  “Your breathing changed and your heart rate picked up. Things like that will be very important to pay attention to in carrying out this mission. You have to pay attention to his every move.”

  KoKo was really starting to pay attention to everything Kayson had to teach her. She was now his humble student.

  “Let’s go get ready for the boys. They will be here in an hour. I don’t do late.” They showered again and got dressed. Kayson had bought her some more feminine clothes. She put on the dark blue Rock and Republic fitted jeans and the matching body shirt that showed off her cleavage. Her long, healthy looking hair was now wavy from the shower so she pushed it back with a headband. It flowed past her shoulders. She topped it off with the Christian Louboutin red bottom heels. She thought to herself, how am I going to walk in these? So she practiced a little before she came out the bathroom.

  As they came down on the elevator, Kayson kissed her lips and rubbed her breasts. He slid his hands down on her ass and whispered in her ear, “I want some more of this.”

  “Don’t get carried away; this is just business.”

  The elevator door opened and she quickly rushed passed him. He had to laugh. “You real tough now that security is here.” She turned her head, looked over her shoulder, and winked.

  Aldeen and Baseem were sitting on the couch in the office waiting for them. The first thing they both noticed was KoKo’s curves. They had never seen her in anything but baggy clothes. She walked behind Kayson while he strutted like he knew he had just put in some serious work. KoKo’s walk confirmed that she had got that kitty handled. It was like you could hear it purring with every step.

  “Hey KoKo.” Aldeen was the first to say something to her. KoKo turned her head slightly.

  “What’s up, Al?” she said in a relaxed tone. Her eyes were low and not from the weed smoke.

  She could tell he knew exactly what had happened and was going to make sure she knew that he was up on it.

  Kayson looked serious and was ready to talk business. He began to tell them about the guy they were going to hit, his name was Raul. He was Puerto Rican and he ran Queens. He had done business with Kayson some years back. Kayson told them he was taking shit off the top, but decided to let it slip for the time. He wanted him to come up so when he finally hit him, he would take everything old boy had worked for and then take his life. He needed KoKo to create the diversion and keep him busy while the crew hit all his stash spots. Then KoKo would take his life. Kayson gave everyone their job and told KoKo that her role was the most important and the most dangerous. She would have to convince him that he
had to have her.

  Raul was fine as hell. 6’1” and 220-pounds of all muscle. Light brown with jet-black hair and green eyes. He was the type of nigga that walked into the room and bitches would just walk up, snatch the pussy out the socket, and give it to him. Kayson had found out that he had one weakness and that was a bitch that was hard to get. He was a collector and he wanted whatever he thought he could not have. KoKo would play that role and it would cause him his fortune and then his life.

  The first phase would be to get her to have a ‘come fuck me’ attitude and walk to match. The hair and nails, and the wardrobe would all be essential for her to play her part. Her wardrobe would have to say: This bitch got class and money and she ain’t no fucking pigeon. Kayson knew he had to put her in the right place at the right time, and that nigga would bite at the bait that would prove to be poison.

  “Does everybody understand what we have to do?” Everybody shook their heads. They got up to leave to start putting together the crew they would need to hit his five stash spots. “Take her to Lisa’s shop to get her hair and shit done. Tell her I want it long, black, and straight. Then take her to the nail shop. Get them short with a French manicure. Then bring her back here. I still have some work to do.”

  KoKo looked at him like: Please, your work is done. That is all you are getting. He noticed this immediately then told his boys, “She will meet y’all downstairs. I have to tell her something.” His boys got up and headed to the elevator.

  Kayson got up close to KoKo. She didn’t know what he was getting ready to do. Damn, this nigga’s scent is intoxicating. He turned and then leaned up against his desk, pulling her between his legs. Looking her in the eyes he said, “Bring the Boss back his hot chocolate real soon. I have a sweet tooth.”

  KoKo smiled. “I was planning on going to the block tonight.”

  “Didn’t I tell you that the block is off limits to you for a while?”

  “Oh shit. You were serious about that?” she asked with a seductive smile. Kissing his lips, she pulled back and walked out his office. Kayson knew at that minute he was going to have to pull out the big guns, because Miss KoKo was not going down without a fight.

  The rest of the day came and went and when night fell, KoKo was back to her usual self. She had snatched that freshly done hairdo back into her famous ponytail and put back on her street gear. She grabbed her guns to load them up and said, “How the fuck am I going to kill a nigga with these damn nails on?” She turned the gun side-to-side in her hand. “Who the fuck is going to take me seriously? He is cramping my style. Cramping my gotdamn style!” She chuckled then she moved out.

  Chapter 12

  Feather Fred

  KoKo spent the last forty-eight hours ducking Aldeen and the crew out while at the same time closing deals and making sure niggas were doing their job. KoKo was still trying to process what happened between her and Kayson along with the feelings that were developing inside her. Not to mention, she was still conflicted about this so-called mission he was sending her on. Her motto was if a nigga was an enemy, just kill him. Why did she have to seduce him first? Feeling confused about the whole situation, KoKo did the only thing she knew to do when she needed good advice, and that was to go see her mentor, Feather Fred. Fred was a pimp that KoKo first ran for. He sold coke by day and pussy by night. KoKo would hang around him and his group of hoes, listen, and learn. She realized early that anything could be sold and made a hell of a profit if it was marketed correctly.

  KoKo threw on her jeans, a t-shirt, and boots and finished it off with her fitted cap, and rolled out. When she got to the end of her block, she stood on the corner smoking a blunt and hailed a cab. She jumped in and sat back and, of course, the Arab driver started his shit.

  “You can’t smoke in here,” he said in his thick accent.

  Tossing three hundred in the money slot she said, “Shut the fuck up, Habib, and take me to Marcy.” KoKo sat back and kept toking.

  The driver quickly grabbed the money and said, “Open the window.”

  Satisfied with his reply, she smiled and let the window down a little. “All niggas is the same; money talks and bullshit runs a marathon.”

  Forty-five minutes later, she pulled up and threw another hundred in the hole and said, “Meet me back here in a hour and a half. Don’t make me come looking for you, Abdul Khan #45923.” She jumped out, pulled her cap down, checked her gun and slammed the door.

  True to form, KoKo bopped up in the ‘jets getting eyes from everyone in attendance. When she got to a crowd of guys guarding the entrance to the door she was heading toward, she caught eye contact with the one whom they felt was in charge. The stare down was intense. Everybody noticed the interaction and got quiet, curious about whom she was and why their head guy was looking at her like that, then the silence broke.

  “Fuck you looking at?” the deep voice bellowed above the crowd.

  “I don’t know. That’s why I’m staring trying to figure it the fuck out,” KoKo shot back.

  “Bitch, you must have bumped your head,” D’low yelled back. The tension was now so thick you could cut it with a knife.

  “Muthafucka, you must be ready to die.” She reached behind her back walking closer. Niggas started to reach for their metal. Then one of his boys yelled out, “Who this bitch think she is?” As he stepped toward KoKo, D’low put his arm in front of him stopping his movement.

  “Nah, let that go, I got something hot for that ass,” KoKo spat.

  D’low smiled. “You crazy as hell.” He put his hands out and they gave each other the coded handshake of his crew. His boys looked on in disbelief. “You almost got yourself killed,” D’low said all casual.

  “Shit, I was taking half these muthafuckas with me,” she said then gave a half-smile. “Fred in?”

  “Yeah, he’s expecting you. Go on up, Lil’ Will is waiting at the elevator for you.”

  “A’ight and train these muthafuckas while I’m gone. You know how we do. Rule number one: Shoot first and ask questions later. You were getting ready to be one man short.” She looked at his boy, who had just called her a bitch--an insult to the highest order in her book. KoKo headed to the building and walked in.

  D’low stood there shaking his head. He and KoKo would play like that every time he saw her. He got a kick out of this little bitch with all the mouth and ready to back it up. “Who is that bitch?” John-John was heated.

  “That’s KoKo,” D’ low said then looked at John-John. “That bitch right there is as thorough as they come.”

  “I don’t give a fuck. She betta watch that shit. Fuck around and get fucked up,” he said and spat on the ground.

  “Nigga, you crazy as hell,” Pete said. “That’s the Boss’ Crew.”

  “Fuck that bitch, she bleed like I do.” John-John grimaced, refusing to take the low.

  “We’ll see, tough guy. We. Will. See,” D’ low stated and changed the subject.

  KoKo took a quiet ride to the seventh floor, got out, and did the secret knock. A half-dressed female opened the door and waved her in then pointed to the back. KoKo went past her and headed to Fred’s room. When she entered, he was sitting in his lounge chair smoking a pipe full of hash and weed, listening to some Isaac Hayes. When he looked up and saw KoKo, a huge smile came across his face.

  “KoKooo,” he drug her name out.

  “What’s good, Fred?” she said as she sat down across from him.

  “It’s tighter than the elastic on a fat bitch’s draws.” He inhaled and released the smoke from his nose.

  KoKo laughed as she looked Fred over. His once muscular frame was now frail, his caramel skin had gotten dark, and his eye’s lacked the glow they once had. All she could think was how he went from superstar to bum in a small period of time. Fred had made a major fuck up; he went against his own code. He fucked his main bitch without a condom one night, all high up on that acid. She gave him AIDS and he had been dying slowly ever since.

  “Do give me some w
isdom, oh great one,” KoKo said as she sat back and pulled the other half of her blunt from the back of her ear and lit it up.”The streets are saying you snuggling up with the boss, wearing fucking heels and shit. What’s up with that?”

  “I’m just making a few moves,” KoKo said briefly to see where he would go next.

  “You know what you doin?” Fred asked, inhaling and releasing smoke.

  “I hope so. That’s why I’m here.”

  Fred paused and slowly nodded his head up and down. “Well, I can say this. That nigga is loyal. When you with him you cool. Cross him, you dead. That’s it. As far as love goes, I never really heard of a bitch snagging him. He did have a long relationship with this woman named Dominique, but she did some foul shit and he has been doing him ever since.”