The Pussy Trap Page 14

  Kayson arrived in a black Rolls Royce Phantom just thirty minutes before KoKo. Wearing a two piece off white Brioni linen suit and men’s Prada burnt orange patent leather shoes with an iced out presidential Rolex. He began to socialize. This function was organized solely for putting different members of the crew together. The room was filled with one hundred-fifty of his top workers who all had an expertise in a certain field. Kayson held one of these parties twice a year. His workers would come from everywhere in the country and network, so if anyone needed anything at any time they would know where to go and get it, dealing with only the ones that Kayson trusted.

  When KoKo arrived in a dark green Maybach, she had niggas tongues dragging on the ground. Her all white Roberto Cavalli dress stopped mid-thigh. Low cut back, and a deep V in the front showed off her perky 38C’s. Her legs glistened and accented by a pair of color-block platform sling back patent leather shoes. She was the signature of elegance and class. Her hair was just the way Kayson liked it, long with a Chinese cut bang. Her lips were shining and an orgasmic fragrance that would assault a nigga’s nostrils before she got to him making him weak in the knees scented her skin. Strutting with confidence and arrogance, all eyes were on her as she went straight to the bar and ordered a half a glass of wine. Caressing the glass with her petite manicured fingers, she slowly turned. KoKo’s eyes scanned the room for Kayson. When she caught his gaze, he winked in approval. She walked through the crowd and began socializing. The men in the room were eating out of her hand. Using the stick and move method, she gave them just enough conversation but not too much. Kayson watched her captivate everyone’s attention by the way she moved and spoke. He couldn’t help but wonder where the fuck she was hiding her piece, but he damn sure was going to find out later. His attention was sidetracked when he saw Danielle heading his way. She was a chick Kayson had cut off from the dick and made their relationship business only because she didn’t know how to act.

  “Hey Kayson,” Danielle said in a seductive tone, leaning in and kissing him on the check.

  “What’s up, Dee?” Kayson replied in a serious voice.

  “Do you ever smile, Kayson? Damn, it’s a party. Loosen up a little,” she said in hopes of changing his mood.

  “It’s only a party for y’all; it’s always business for me.”

  “It’s always business for you, huh? Well, can you write into your business plan about Dee Dee licking that magic rod?” She took a chance throwing that on the table. Shit, all he could do was say no and just as the words left her lips, she slid her hand slowly up and down the length of his dick. Kayson looked at her then looked up and saw KoKo staring at them. He didn’t change his facial expression.

  “That ship has sailed. The Boss got something hot waiting on him,” he whispered, moving her hand.

  “Damn. Well, she must be a bad bitch because no man turns down good pussy when it’s staring them in the face.”

  “It’s not about the pussy. It’s about the power. Excuse me.” Kayson moved past Dee. She sucked her teeth, realizing she wasn’t getting anymore of Kayson, so she just moved toward the next nigga.

  Just as Kayson got close to KoKo, this nigga named Moe from Yonkers came up on her. KoKo wanted to use this moment to give Kayson a taste of his own medicine. She was laughing and touching Moe while he was rubbing up and down her back and whispering in her ear. She made sure she spent sufficient time to fuck with Kayson’s head; not too much to get him upset but enough to make a point. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and whispered in his ear, “Thanks for the conversation.”

  Moe smiled big. As she turned to walk away, she made sure her butt swished against his dick, giving a nigga fever. Kayson saw the look in Moe’s eyes, knowing Moe was a hunter. He was no doubt about to go after KoKo. However, right before he started in for the kill, Moe saw Kayson looking at him like nigga don’t do it. At that moment, he knew she belonged to the boss. Moe immediately backed off; he knew not to ever try Kayson. After that little encounter, KoKo moved through the party mesmerizing all the men in attendance, making sure not to go near Kayson. He was enjoying the little cat and mouse chase. After she saw that woman rub his dick, she was determined to stay away from him all night, leaving him no choice but to watch her flirt with and touch different men.

  The thing that got Kayson’s attention was KoKo standing by the wine closet and this nigga named Slim walked over to her. He was one of Kayson’s strongest workers and was the overseer of most of Kayson’s crews out west. Slim was smooth as hell; if he wanted it, he would get it. He was a pussy hound, but he wasn’t getting KoKo. Kayson knew he had created a monster by fucking her good and then cutting her off. He hadn’t touched her in weeks—the pussy was hot. Kayson had made it clear that she was his, but when the kitty purred, it called for someone to scratch it.

  KoKo saw Kayson moving across the room in her direction, so she took Slim by the hand. “Come over here so I can hear you better,” she said, walking him to the entrance of the hallway. Slim’s eyes were glued to her ass.

  When they got to the hallway, she made sure Slim’s back was turned to Kayson so he couldn’t see his face and run away. But, Slim was too busy putting the moves on her to think of any repercussions. He had heard her name ringing in the streets and this was his first meeting. What he heard and what he saw didn’t match, but he was damn sure overwhelmed with everything he saw. Slim had his hand on KoKo’s waist and kept leaning in to talk to her. She was giggling and taking him all in. Kayson had to admire her swagger. He had taught KoKo a few tricks and she was pulling them all out the bag. Yes, he had to admit she was talented, but he was a genius. And as he always said “talent borrows, but genius steals.” He was getting ready to steal up in that ass. Just as Slim was getting ready to make his next move, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Kayson wearing a look on his face that Slim had never seen before.

  “What’s up, Boss? You need me for something?” he asked in his usual smooth way.

  “Nah. My nigga, I don’t need you for shit, but I do need that right there,” he said, giving KoKo an intense stare. Slim looked back and forth at both of them and could see just like Moe had that KoKo was off limits.

  “Oh a’ight, Boss man. Let me let you handle your business,” Slim said, smoothing off.

  “You trying to make me fuck you up?” Kayson asked KoKo.

  “What are you talking about?” KoKo asked as she tried to move past him. Her move was futile because he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.

  “You leave after I say you can. And I didn’t dismiss you.” Kayson pulled her close to him.

  “I’m trying to enjoy the party. Can we talk about this later?”

  “Nah, we gonna talk about this right now. Step into my office. I need you to take some dick . . . tations.”

  “Why don’t you get that bitch who was feeling all over you to take some dick . . . tations?

  “She don’t take dick like you do.” He chuckled, thinking her little jealous attitude was cute.

  “Fuck you, Kayson.”

  “My thoughts exactly,” he said as he pushed her into the wine closet.

  When they got inside, Kayson hit the light. All she saw was wall-to-wall Champagne and wine bottles. At the end of the long closet was a small bar with two stools. KoKo had her arms crossed, looking at him like: What’s up?

  “You look real sexy tonight,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. He placed his hands on her hips and moved in to her. KoKo removed his hands, but that shit didn’t bother Kayson. He knew what he was getting ready to do and her little attitude wasn’t going to stop him. He gave her that sexy ‘I’m about to tear this ass up’ look. “Are you going to be mad all night?” he asked. Then he put his hands back on her waist, leaned in and kissed her lips softly.

  “Why don’t you go be concerned with the bitch who was rubbing all over your dick?”

  “You turning me on with all this sarcasm.” He placed light kisses on her collar bone.


  “Well, I’m glad to amuse you, but if you will excuse me, I have a party to attend.” She tried to push him back, but that was the last move. Kayson grabbed her tight in his arms, bit into her neck, and started to walk to the back of the closet where he saw the stool.

  “Kayson you’re hurting me,” KoKo whined.

  He stopped long enough to say, “I know, but I’m getting ready to make you feel real good and forget all about it.” He placed her onto the stool and started to lift her dress.

  “Kayson, please don’t. Wait. Not here.” Her plea fell on deaf ears. Kayson was kissing all the right places and touching them, too. When he got her dress over her thighs, he looked down and marveled at the pearl handled baby .22 attached to her garter belt strap. He put her hand on his rock hard dick and said, “I came with my own steel so you won’t be needing this.” As he removed it and placed it aside, KoKo moved her hand trying to get him to stop.

  “Kayson, take me to the house so you can get a real fix,” she said, trying to get off the stool.

  “Nah ma, I want mine right now.” He unzipped his pants and released the enforcer. KoKo was still trying to resist; she knew how he got down and was scared that someone would hear her. Kayson again bit into her, moved her panties to the side then slid in fast and hard. She let out a moan and he went to work. At one point, he heard a knock come on the door, but they left when they heard KoKo moaning and calling out his name as Kayson was hitting it from the back. An hour later, they came stumbling out the closet and everything outside the door was still going on as normal, but KoKo was embarrassed as hell. She felt like everyone knew what had gone on in the closet.

  Kayson was the one with a sly smirk on his face as he headed to the bar and got a drink. KoKo stood next to him, ordered herself a double shot of Bacardi Red, and threw it back. Getting up behind her, Kayson whispered in her ear, “Meet me at the house. The boss needs something to eat.”

  KoKo’s kitty tingled so she crossed her legs and said, “Only if you promise to let me sit on your face while you do it.”

  Kayson finished his drink. “You going to make a nigga act the fuck up tonight, huh?”

  “Sure am, and bring your A-game because a bitch is trying to get her hair pulled and her ass slapped.” Excited, she headed to the door not wanting to waste another moment.

  Kayson moved through the room saying his good-byes and then left the party. Turned on by KoKo's new sexual attitude, he wanted to get home and enjoy his ‘something hot.’

  Chapter 18

  Raul

  It was 11:30 p.m. and KoKo strutted her fine ass in the club. Strippers would be posted up at the VIP section trying to catch some loaded pockets this night. KoKo’s informant had told her this was Raul’s night to get lap dances and jaw breakers from all the baddest bitches in attendance.

  KoKo wore all Alexander Wang, a black fitted crop top showing off her toned stomach a pair of Black fitted jeans, accented with a pair of dark red four-inch heels with the deep arch and leather tassels and a small clutch to match.

  She made her way to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. KoKo turned to make contact with her mark. Just as she was told, he was posted up in the glass enclosed VIP section getting a lap dance by a stripper named Sugar.

  KoKo made her way through the crowd and posted herself next to the window, leaning up against the rail on the balcony with her back turned to Raul. Raul was trying to enjoy his lap dance, but KoKo’s curves caught his eye and his attention was diverted. Sugar was putting her best moves down and became aggravated because his undivided attention that usually was on her was now on KoKo.

  KoKo turned slowly and looked Raul right in the eyes, flashing him a sexy smile, showing dimples and all. Then she switched away with her perfect heart-shaped ass rocking to the music and giving a nigga fever. Raul looked at Jose and said, “Go get that for me.”

  Jose headed after KoKo. When he got close to her, he put his hand on her shoulder. KoKo said to herself, Got ’im.

  “Excuse me, mommie. My boss wants to holler at you,” he tried to relate over the loud music.

  “Is that right?” KoKo said back in a nonchalant attitude

  “Yes. Do you mind coming into the VIP room with him?” Jose asked with a smile. He knew she would go because no bitch turned Raul down.

  “Yes, I do mind. I don’t want no nasty bitch’s pussy all in my face. Tell him if he needs to see me, I’ll be over there.” KoKo walked off, leaving Jose standing there. He scratched his head and laughed. That bitch is a trip. Jose shook his head. She must don’t know who the fuck we are. Jose turned around and headed back to VIP.

  “What’s up? Where she at?” Raul questioned.

  “She said she didn’t want no bitch’s pussy in her face and if you want her, she would be over there.” Jose pointed to the side of the bar where she stood sipping her wine. When she was sure that they would be watching, she began to wind her waist to the reggae song by DMX and Sean Paul “Here Comes the Boom.” Dudes were pushing up on her, but she was ignoring them as she kept on teasing the shit out of Raul, who was watching her every move. She closed her eyes, winding her hips slowly then faster, going to the floor then coming back up. Raul’s mouth watered.

  “Who the fuck is she? Have you seen her before?” Raul grabbed his dick and squeezed it as he continued to watch.

  “Nah, but she is sexy as hell,” Jose said, wanting to go after her himself. But he knew once Raul put the hunt out, they had better stay the fuck back.

  “Let me out,” Raul said to Sugar and pushed her away at the same time.

  Sugar was mad as hell. Her money was getting ready to walk out the door.

  Raul got up and pulled himself together. Walking over to the wet bar, he washed his hands then ran some water over his face and headed to where KoKo was.

  When he got up on her, he said in her ear, “What’s up, mommie?” She turned to face him and his green eyes pierced her brown eyes. Koko caught a little tingle. Then she smiled and said, “How may I help you?” as she continued to wind that waist.

  “Help me? Oh, okay. You got jokes.” Raul chuckled then said, “You can’t help me. But I can help you with that wind. It usually works better if you got something in place to support it.”

  “Is that right? Is that why you just had all those nasty bitches winding up on your dick?” Then she turned her back on him and asked the bartender for another glass of wine. Raul put some money on the counter in an attempt to pay for her drink.

  “I got it.”

  “That’s okay; I pay for my own shit. I don’t want a nigga thinking I owe him something.” She slid a $100 bill on the counter and said, “Keep the change.” Raul was impressed with the sexy ass woman, cocky as hell, and not trying to fall for his bullshit.

  “Is that all?” KoKo said as she was about to walk away.

  “Hold up, ma. Let a brother get your number so I can take you out and without all this noise and shit.” Raul was reaching; he never gave a fuck if a bitch wouldn’t bite. He would dismiss her and move on. But it was something about her that intrigued him and he wasn’t letting her get away.

  “Nah. Give me your number and I’ll get at you.”

  Raul looked at her, smiled, and licked his lips. “Oh, so you’re going to play hard to get?”

  “I’m not playing. I am hard to get.” KoKo pointed to the many bitches posted up around the VIP section. “You see them bitches, all they are going to get is a dick and a smile. I want a dick, a smile, and a nigga with an apron on asking me what I want to eat in the morning.”

  Raul started laughing. “Give me your phone.” She handed it to him and he entered his number. Yeah, I’ll play along for now.

  KoKo took back her phone as he ran his fingers across hers. KoKo thought, Stupid muthafucka. Just then, another song started playing. She used it as another opportunity to let him see her in action. She started to dance again. He got close to her and she said, “Space is needed,” as she moved a little.

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�You never know, you might like all this once you try it,” he said, gently caressing his dick.

  KoKo looked him up and down. “Do you really get girls with those bullshit lines?” Then looked at him all complex. Raul smiled and licked his lips.

  “You like teasing a brother?”

  “Not teasing. Just tempting,” KoKo shot back.

  “Temptation can be dangerous,” Raul stated, fixing his gaze on KoKo's hips.

  She turned and watched as he was caught up in her hip action. “So I've heard, but the anticipation of it all is well worth it,” she said. KoKo briefly stopped dancing then leaned up against him to get the bartender’s attention, signaling for two drinks.

  Raul took that opportunity to inhale her scent and was actually pleased. He was turned on because not only did she have a cocky, confident attitude. She looked and smelled edible. And being the pussy eating professional he was, he was always interviewing prospects.