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  The bartender slid the two drinks to her and Raul picked his up and downed it, slamming the shot glass on the bar. The bartender filled it back up and he downed the next one just as fast as the first then looked at KoKo like she was on the menu. KoKo was trying her hardest to be hard, but it was something about his eyes. She had to quickly run her mission through her mind and remember that this muthafucka is a dead man and she was his assassin. She said, “You did all that to say what? I am not impressed.”

  Raul gave her a half-smile. “I didn’t do it to impress you. I just happen to like something hot in my mouth then feel it run smooth down my throat.”

  KoKo had to chuckle. This nigga is crazy, she thought to herself. Who the fuck says shit like that to a bitch they don't know? I could be the walking poster child for the good AIDS and this dumb muthafucka wants to put me in his mouth. Well, shit, I ain't no dream killah. If he wants some of this hot KoKo, I'm going to heat him up, then put something hot in him, but it damn sure ain’t going as smooth as he think it will.

  KoKo interrupted his fantasy. “Look, I can see you’re interested in a sista and I am damn sure wanting to find out what is hiding behind those eyes, so I'll get with you later.”

  “Later, what about right now?” he said without taking his eyes off her. KoKo looked him up and down this time.

  “I got shit to do, so I will have to check my schedule and see if I can get you penciled in.”

  Raul couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Never in his whole history of trying to get a bitch on his team had he ever been told that they would try to pencil him in. This only made him want to chase her even more.

  KoKo could feel the intensity of his stare. She knew she had to hurry up and end it or this little meeting would not be effective. She grabbed her drink, downed it, and slammed it on the bar. Looking him in the eyes she said, “I like the way hard shit hits the back of my throat, too. I'll be in touch.” She pulled out another hundred-dollar bill to pay for the three drinks then turned and walked away, making sure to put a lot of sexy attitude in her walk. She didn’t even need to turn around to see if he was watching because she knew that he was.

  Raul stood paused for the first time. Conflicted. He didn't know whether to stand there or go after her. Looking at the bartender, he shrugged his shoulders. The bartender tried to slide the change to him. Raul looked at him as if to say, don't insult me. So the bartender quickly snatched up the money and tucked it away in his pocket. Raul headed back to the booth in an effort to have a good time, but he could not get KoKo out of his mind. He could only hope that she would call because he was definitely going to get that if she gave him half a chance. Shit, he wasn’t no slouch; he knew she would call. Then he vowed I’m going to fuck the shit out her first chance I get.

  Two weeks later...

  KoKo called him two weeks later at four in the morning. “What’s up, papi?” Her voice came through the phone, catching Raul off guard because this was the first time he had heard her voice since that night at the club. Plus, he had his baby mother, Maria, over. She had just woke up and was giving him deep throat while he lay back and smoked a blunt.

  “What’s up, mommie?” Raul said with a smooth and relaxed tone.

  “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

  “Nah. I was waiting to hear your sexy voice. What do I owe the pleasure?”

  Maria was getting upset that he had the nerve to answer the phone, and then talk to some bitch, so she slid his dick out her mouth and got ready to get off the bed. He grabbed her by the arm and mouthed, “Don’t play. Finish.” She went back to work, attitude and all. She knew not to play with Raul because that nigga was crazy and would fuck a bitch up in a New York minute.

  “I told you that I would call and being a woman of my word, hence the phone call.”

  “Well, I’m glad you called. I have been thinking about you ever since we met. I want to take you out.” Just then, he felt the urge to cum approaching fast so he motioned to Maria to get on top of him. She climbed on top and slid down on his dick.

  “Why don’t you take out the bitch that’s sucking your dick?” KoKo said.

  “I took her out already. I want to take you out.”

  “What are you doing later?” KoKo asked.

  “You. If you let me.” Raul was cocky as hell.

  “Well, I think you better make sure you bust a good one because all I’m planning on giving you is some time and conversation.” KoKo’s stomach started to turn as she could hear the woman in the background start to moan out in pleasure.

  “I’ll take that for today, sexy lady. What time do you want to meet?”

  “I’ll call you later.” KoKo hung up, not giving him a chance to respond. With a grimy look on her face, she spat, “Nasty muthafucka,”

  Raul looked at the phone and smiled. “I can’t wait to make her moan.” He flipped Maria over and dug in deep with thoughts of KoKo filling his head. Maria got the fuck of a lifetime and she had KoKo to thank.

  ****

  KoKo had been out with Raul several times and to her surprise, he was a perfect gentleman. This particular night, he had bought KoKo this badass Alberta Ferretti dress and shoes to match. He also threw in a David Yarhman necklace, bracelet, and earrings. KoKo knew she should have gone to the apartment she kept for herself to get dressed, but hey, she figured she didn’t have shit to hide so she got dressed at Kayson’s. She stood in the bathroom in her panties and bra combing her hair and brushing her teeth. She had on Kayson's favorite fragrance and it filled the room. Once he entered, she watched in the mirror as he checked out the things she had on the bed. She could see in his eyes that he wasn’t feeling this little date she was going on with Raul, but it was almost the end. KoKo had found out everything they needed to know, and now all she had to do was make plans to get him to a certain place at a certain time, cut off his phone then complete her part of the mission.

  “Be careful, KoKo,” Kayson said. It was fucking with him that he was sending his woman into the next niggas arms. And sooner or later, that nigga was going to try something. She might even have to succumb to a few advances. That thought had him wanting to call the shit off and just do it himself. But the bigger picture kept him calm.

  KoKo grabbed him around his neck and tongued him down. Slowly, she unzipped his pants and pulled him close to her. Hopping up on the sink, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled her panties aside and forced him inside her. Kayson welcomed the invite and began to please her.

  “See, it’s all yours, Kayson, and only yours,” she said, leaning back, allowing him to hit the bottom.

  “Ssssss . . . Shit . . . I know what’s mine. You better not forget.” Sliding out of her, he pulled her down, bent her over the counter, and made her scream his name until she couldn't take any more. He leaned in and whispered, “Remember, don't give that nigga my pussy.” Then he came. Satisfied, KoKo looked back at him and said, “I won't.”

  Minutes later, she jumped in the shower, douched, and got dressed. She was running late so she had to hurry.

  Raul picked her up at the empty apartment she had set up. Thank God he was late or he would have seen her pulling up. She jumped in his car and they were off. First, they went to eat at a Spanish restaurant, then he took her to a club in Spanish Harlem. They danced and danced and yes, they had a ball. Shit almost got fucked up when she looked up and saw Slim staring at her from a booth he was sharing with this Spanish chick. She quickly told Raul she had to go to the bathroom.

  “Shit. Think fast KoKo,” she said to herself, staring in the mirror as she came up with a plan. She washed her hands and headed back to the table. When she got close to the bar, Slim was at the end of the bar right by the bathroom posted up ready to defend his boy. When she got up close, he grabbed her by the hand and said, “Does my nigga know you here with the next man?”

  KoKo was going to say something, but Raul was already over there. “Is there a muthafuckin’ problem?”

  “You tell me?”
Slim reached for his gun. Raul followed suit. KoKo put her hand in both of their chest. She turned to Raul and said, “Let me handle this.”

  “You know this muthafucka?” he yelled over the music.

  “No, I don’t. It’s just a big misunderstanding,” she said. Grabbing Raul’s gun, she smacked the shit out of Slim. He fell back to the bar. She got up on him, put the gun under his chin, and pulled his head to her. “I'm on a mission, dumb ass. Get the fuck outta here before we have to fill two boxes instead of one,” she said. KoKo was taking a hell of a chance because Slim was a bonifide nut. Being that he saw sincerity in KoKo's eyes, he put his hands up in surrender and said, “You got it.” KoKo moved back, allowing him an opportunity to smooth off, but not without losing eye contact with Raul. It was something about him that he didn’t like, and if her story didn’t check out with the boss, it would be them in boxes by morning.

  Raul stood back looking at the whole scene. He was so turned on that he wanted to rip her clothes off right there and handle that wild stallion. KoKo turned to him, handed him his gun and said, “Let’s get outta here.” She walked past him and toward the door. He was right behind her.

  As they were driving, she noticed the office that Raul had that Kayson could not get the code to, was two blocks away from the highway he was getting ready to get on to take her home.

  “Damn, I have to pee.” She started to squirm in her seat. “I think there is a gas station a few blocks from here.

  “My office is right up the street,” he said. They pulled up and got out. He punched in the codes and KoKo and her elephant memory had them all.

  They got on the elevator and went upstairs. She’d mapped out the whole area then went to the bathroom. She came out and was ready to go, unwilling to stay too long and arise any suspicions. Getting back on the elevator, Raul stopped it. “I want to taste you,” he said, which came across as a whisper in KoKo’s ear.

  “You want to taste me? You don’t even know me. You could be sucking the next nigga’s dick.”

  “Well, if another nigga’s dick is hiding in your pussy when I get down there, then I guess I'll be sucking it,” he said, lowering himself to KoKo’s waist.

  “You are so nasty,” KoKo said, watching him slide his hands up her thighs reaching under her dress and then grabbing at her panties. She wanted to stop him, but shit, she had never been the type of bitch to stop a nigga from putting in work. Plus, he had been talking a lot of shit and she wanted to see if a nigga could back it up. Not to mention, this would seal the deal. “I’m not giving you no pussy, Raul,” she said, grabbing his hand.

  Raul looked up with those sexy ass green eyes. “I said I just want to taste you. Satisfy my tongue for a little while and we’ll talk about it.” Then he started placing soft kisses on her thighs, placing his face between her legs and inhaling. Pulling her panties down, he ran his tongue lightly across her clit. “Damn, you smell good,” he said, reaching down and grabbing her ankle and placing it on his shoulder going to work. He was way different from Kayson; he treated the shit like an art. Every movement was slow and accurate. His mouth was so hot and wet and his tongue was soft. He was moaning with every lick and sucking her clit like a lollipop. And before KoKo could even think of stopping him, she was cumming. After her third orgasm, she reached down, put her hand on his forehead, and said, “Thank you, I’m good.” She removed her leg from his shoulder.

  “Damn, you going to just cut me off like that?” he said. While thinking, Damn, I ain’t never had a woman cum like that.

  “Yes, I think you have had enough. I don’t want you to get a cavity from all this sweet chocolate.” She pulled her skirt down and reached for her underwear.

  Raul grabbed her around her waist and said, “You know you’re walking around with an atomic bomb between your legs and a nigga wants to blow the fuck up.”

  “Well, you are going to have to wait for that ‘cause a bitch don’t just jump in the bed with every nigga that wants to give his tongue some exercise.”

  Raul started laughing. “Your mouth is slick as hell. Well, can a brotha have a kiss?”

  “I don’t kiss in the mouth,” she said and turned her cheek to him.

  He placed a nice soft kiss on her cheek then asked, “Why not?”

  “Cause, I don’t suck dick and I damn sure don’t eat pussy.”

  “Well, it was your pussy I was eating.”

  “Yeah, that’s all good. I only want to know how it look, feel, and smell not how it taste.”

  “I need to use the bathroom again,” KoKo stated.

  Raul smiled then turned the elevator back on heading upstairs. KoKo went right to his bathroom, grabbed a handful of paper towels by the sink, and washed up. She retrieved her gun from the back of the toilet where she had stashed it. Having some suspicion that he was going to try something, thank God she followed her instincts. She placed it in the small of her back. She washed her hands, her face and then looked in the mirror. Instantly, the guilt of letting Raul taste her and how good that nigga’s head game was had set in. She could hear Kayson’s words ringing in her head: “Don’t fuck that nigga.” Still, the thought of him finding out and being mad at her made her stomach sick. “Shit!” she said in a low tone. She leaned on the sink contemplating for a minute. Fuck it, this is business and if this nigga is going to trust me enough to get comfortable so I can kill his ass, then I have to take some risks. She quickly pulled herself together and came out ready to go.

  When they got in the car, he kept looking over at her. She was saying to herself, I hope I don’t have to kill this nigga right now because if he tries something, Kayson's whole little carefully thought out plan is going right down the tubes. He must have noticed it because he took her home like a good boy and dropped her off. Raul came around the car and let her out, but not before saying, “Next time you ain’t going to be so lucky.” He hugged her, kissed her cheek, got back in his car and drove off.

  KoKo went inside then later left out the back. Hopping in her other car, she headed to the mansion.

  When KoKo pulled up to the mansion, she just wanted to go jump in the shower and wash the whole night away. She parked the car and then hopped on the elevator, hoping Kayson was in the basement. She didn't see him and she wasn’t going to look either. Quickly, KoKo tried to put on her game face, but she wouldn’t have enough time for that. As soon as the doors opened, Kayson was standing there waiting on her. Frightened, she jumped when she saw him, which caused him to say, “What the fuck are you jumping for?”

  “Shit, you scared me,” she said, grabbing her chest.

  “What? You scared of me, or what I’m thinking?”

  “Neither, I was just caught off guard. We need to speed this shit up, this nigga is starting to fall for a bitch,” she said as she moved past Kayson. He was no fool. He could tell something had happened. He was just hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was.

  “We need another week then it’s over.” He watched KoKo undress and head to the shower, which confirmed that what he was thinking was correct. But how far did she go?

  Kayson came in the bathroom watching KoKo wash everything as if she felt dirty. He walked over to the shower and said, “Did he touch you?”

  “What?” she answered, taking her face out the water and looking at him.

  “You heard me. Did. He. Touch. You?” he said with a hint of jealousy.

  KoKo rinsed her face and mouth out then turned back to him and said, “Of course, he touched me. He thinks I’m his fucking girlfriend, remember?” Then she turned around, yet feeling Kayson’s eyes beaming through her back. She continued to wash herself, but was interrupted by his next question.

  “You didn’t fuck that nigga, did you?”

  “Hold the fuck up.” She got in his face, finger pointing and all. “Let me tell you something. This shit is business and as usual, a bitch is doing what it takes to get the job done. So don’t come up in here questioning what it is that I have to do to get shit done for
you.” She stood there looking in his eyes.

  Kayson smiled. “He ate your pussy, didn’t he?” he asked.

  “Fuck you!” KoKo spat, turning around and cutting off the water. She headed out the bathroom, bumping the shit out of Kayson as she passed him. From the closet, she grabbed her underwear and bra, jeans and T-shirt, and started to get dressed. As she was putting her leg in her pants, Kayson came up behind her.

  “At least let me finish what he started,” he said, grabbing her around the waist.

  “Get the fuck off me!” She pushed his hands away forcefully. “Look, I’m going to handle the rest of this shit then all this shit we got going is over.” She buttoned her pants, snatched up her shirt and tried to put it on.