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  “Ahhhh . . . a’ight, Kok. A’ight.” Blood poured from four different places on Al-Java’s head and face.

  “Don’t you ever think because you don’t see me that I don’t know what the fuck is going on. Punk muthafucka!” She kicked him in the mouth and his two front teeth flew out with a stream of blood. Al-Java hollered out in pain. She took the money and threw it at him. “Take this and get your shit fixed and your ass is on vacation. I better not see or hear about you being on the streets. Do I make myself clear?”

  He could hardly answer. “A’ight, Kok.”

  “Get his five dollar ass outta here before I make change.” KoKo took the opportunity to spit a line from her favorite movie New Jack City.

  Darren signaled to the death squad. “Take him to the emergency room and tell them he got jumped at a party.” They picked him up and got him into a nearby van.

  KoKo, Baseem, and Darren headed across the street. When they got out of earshot she said, “Get rid of him.”

  Darren said, “Already on it.”

  She spotted Wise and Aldeen standing next to a Benz. “Oh shit,” KoKo mumbled under her breath. Once she got up on them, Aldeen definitely looked disappointed. He had heard what she was told— Kayson needed her to calm down, which he made perfectly clear.

  “Scared workers create disloyalty.”

  “They are loyal because they fear me.”

  “Let’s go. The Boss wants to see you.”

  “Why is everybody all serious looking and shit? Y’all need to lighten the fuck up,” KoKo said as she opened the car door.

  “Just get your hardheaded ass in the car. You are a fucking rebel without a cause. You know good and gotdamn well Kayson don’t want you out here smacking niggas around.”

  “Shit, he ain’t my fucking daddy. I thought we cleared that shit up already,” she said as she shut the door behind her.

  Aldeen looked at her like she was crazy. She got in the car, slid down in the seat, lit up a blunt, and zoned out. KoKo was tired of all this back and forth shit; she was about the streets. She loved everything about it, the smell, the sounds, and the action. All this other shit about calming down and being a lady, she wasn’t about it. She had planned to let Kayson know when she got there that she was flattered that he wanted to work close with her, but maybe he could find someone else. Plus, that shit he pulled a couple weeks ago fucked my shit up. I’m all catching feelings and shit. Man, I ain’t beat.

  During the ride, KoKo was quietly thinking. As they pulled into the garage, her heart started beating faster. She was rehearsing what she was going to say. When they got off the elevator, Kayson stood there shirtless, eight-pack bumping and looking sexy as hell. The fresh haircut and the sweat pants showing off that dick print totally threw her off her game. “Damn,” she murmured.

  He picked up a towel off the chair and wiped his face. It appeared that he just finished working out.

  “What’s up, Boss?” Aldeen broke the silence.

  “I can’t complain. You got any reports?”

  Al gave him the look. That let him know that a private conversation would be needed.

  “Y’all go chill. I’ll get with you in a minute.” With that, everybody headed down the hall.

  “I have something I want to talk to you about, Kayson.” Koko was reluctant to give her little speech.

  “Yeah? I was going to talk to you, too. I need you to spend the night. Go get the streets off you and we'll talk then. I put a towel, washcloth, and some shit for you to put on when you come out of my bathroom. Get on the elevator and go upstairs. I’ll see you in minute.” He looked at KoKo as if to say, “Just move, none of this shit is up for discussion.” With that, she moved out.

  She waited for the elevator. What the fuck just happened? I was supposed to be on my way back to the Benz and back to the streets. How the fuck did I get sent to the gotdamn shower? I got to put an end to this bullshit.

  Getting off the elevator, all she saw was money. He had his bedroom hooked up. Everything was black. The bed looked like four king-sized beds put together, but it was circular. The headboard was leather with a tinted mirror that went all the way across. Wall-to-wall carpet and floor-to-ceiling drapes. “Daaamn.” Mirrors were everywhere. Tall plants sat in every corner. Vases and shit rested all on the dresser. Two lounge chairs and a coffee table decorated a sitting area with a small wet bar. In front of it was the biggest couch she’d ever seen. Across from that, a large black and gray marble fireplace went all around the wall. It was lit and kindling. She guessed he needed all this big shit to go with that big ass dick he had. Koko looked around to see which door led to the bathroom. First, she walked into the huge walk-in closet.

  On one side, he had all suits and dress shirts hanging. It must have at least two or three thousand. In the middle of the closet were several pairs of shoes in a glass rotating shelf case, which looked like it held four hundred pairs. On the other side were street clothes, jeans, and sweatshirts. Another shoe case had all sneakers and boots; everything looked new. In the corner was a tie rack with about two hundred ties on it. In the center of the room was an island with drawers, they were see thru as well and contained all kinds of jewelry in them. What the fuck is he into? She left out impressed as hell.

  KoKo finally reached the bathroom. It blew her mind. This shower is big as hell, a walk-in the size of a fucking bedroom! The decor was black and burgundy marble and glass. Ten showerheads came from different parts of the walls and ceiling. There was a little bench with a cushion. Across from the shower was a large in-floor tub that looked like a small pool with a headrest pillow that read 'The Boss.' “Well, damn,” she said. Koko undressed and folded her clothes up and put them on the chair. She picked up the body sponge and little shower bucket containing body wash, shampoo, a douche and a razor. “What the fuck is he trying to say? Whatever!” She walked into the shower to begin the process and the water automatically came on forceful and warm.

  “I could get used to shit like this. He’s trying to spoil a bitch,” she said, and began shaving her under arms, legs, and panty line. She douched and sat the empty bottle in the bucket. She washed her body, pouring Victoria’s Secret pear body wash on the sponge lathering her whole body. The steam and the aroma had her feeling relaxed. She was in heaven. KoKo turned on the built-in wall unit music system and dimmed the lights. “Sheeiit. A bitch ain’t ever going home now!” she said.

  While KoKo was in the shower, Aldeen was down there giving Kayson the low. “Yo, you got to speed up the process. KoKo is crazy. She beat the hell out of Al-Java. We got to put his ass to sleep.”

  “Is that right?” Kayson was quiet for about a minute. He had just planned to tease her again, but he could see she needed the full treatment. “A’ight. Don’t worry, I’m about to handle it. Is there anything else?”

  “Yeah, one last thing; she loves the streets too much. You have to show her how all this shit is to her benefit. She is a straight up beast out there; she can’t live without it. If she don’t calm down, somebody is going to kill her.”

  “She will be a different person in the morning. Trust me. The enforcer got some shit for that ass tonight.”

  All Aldeen could do was laugh. He knew that once Kayson put that shit on her, she would be seeing shit his way. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. Trust me; she’ll be straight by then. I’m going to knock that ass out.”

  Chapter 11

  Hard Head Makes a Soft Behind

  Meanwhile, Koko didn’t even see or feel Kayson when he entered the bathroom. He watched her perfect petite 5' 6” frame as the water rained all over her body. She put her hands on the wall and let the water run down her back. It slowly ran between the crack of her ass. She turned around, grabbed the shampoo, and washed her hair. Kayson admired her perky erect breasts staring back at him. Her cocoa brown skin was flawless. The bubbles from shampooing her hair ran between her breasts, continuing across her pussy and down her legs.

  “Damn, all that was
under them baggy jeans?” Kayson stood there stroking his dick. He wanted to make sure 'The Enforcer' was wide-awake once he stepped foot in the shower. He knew once she saw it, that would start his reign of terror. Kayson entered the shower then walked right up on her. She opened her eyes, shocked that he was right there.

  “I’m almost done. I will be right out of your way,” KoKo stated, trying to get the last of the soap off her body.

  “You ain’t going nowhere.”

  Koko looked down and said, “Damn!”

  Kayson smiled. “What’s up?”

  “Your dick.”

  “Don’t worry about him, he’s harmless,” he said, moving toward her.

  “Shit, I can’t tell. He looks like he is more than harmless.”

  Kayson ignored her, quickly changing the subject. “Why don’t you do what I tell you to do?”

  “Look, that was what I wanted to talk to you about.” She ran her hands over her face. Kayson’s eyes roamed all over her body. She put her hand under his chin and brought his eyes back to hers.

  “I’m listening. Go on,” he said, continuing to stare at her body like she was his next meal.

  “As I was saying.” She wanted to finish the sentence, but was caught off guard.

  Kayson put his strong arm around her back, placed his mouth on one of her nipples, and began to suck gently.

  KoKo released a small sound from her lips. The water rained down on them as he gave her chills all over her body. R. Kelly’s “Honey Love” blasted from the shower radio.

  “There’s something in your eyes, baby, its telling me you want me baby, tonight is your night,”

  He stopped briefly and said, “And you were saying . . .”

  KoKo couldn’t get her thoughts together. “I was trying to tell you tha—”

  Kayson zoomed in to give the other breast the same treatment. This time, he grabbed her leg and placed it up to his waist so he could slide his dick back and forth starting at her clit and taking it all the way back. “Continue,” Kayson said.

  How the fuck can I say anything with him doing all this to me? KoKo thought.

  Kayson kissed her lips then her shoulders, and back to her breasts. He put her up against the wall and grabbed the other leg so that she was now up in the air and he had full control. Kissing her passionately and roughly at the same time, giving her some of that thug love. He turned and walked her over to the shower bench. “Stand on here,” he commanded.

  She did just that. Standing there with her hands on his shoulders not knowing where he was going to take it next. Kayson took some time to stare at her naked body and her perfectly shaved pussy staring right in his face. In one move, he put his arms under her legs lifting her up and placing one leg on each one of his shoulders, positioning her pussy right in his face. He took another minute to gaze at it. The lips were pretty and glistening and her clit was calling him, so a nigga had to answer.

  “Is there anything else you want to tell me because you’re going to be speechless for a while?” He didn’t wait for a response; he was now sucking on her clit just right sending electrical shocks up her spine. Putting his hands on the small of her back, he moved over a little to position her right under the showerhead as he began giving her that diesel tongue.

  “Aaaaaahhhh . . .” She arched her back and put her head against the wall. He grabbed her hips then stiffened his long tongue and slid it in and out her pussy like a dick.

  “Oh my god! What the fuck?” She didn’t know what to do with herself.

  Kayson knew that he had that ass. She was riding the wave. He went back to sucking her clit hard and shaking his head back and forth. Koko was now screaming. She had never had an orgasm like this before and he could tell because she couldn’t handle it. He thought she was going to break his neck. But he knew that he could not let up. He had to tame that wild horse and with his mission in sight, he was doing just that.

  Koko begged him to stop. “Wait! Wait! I have to go to the bathroom. I need to get down.”

  Kayson paused to say, “No you don’t. That’s daddy making you feel good; let that shit go.” With that, he went faster and sucked harder, squeezing her butt to keep her in place. She trembled and screamed. “Kaaaaaaaaay. Kaaaaaaaay.”

  Reaching up, grabbing the showerhead with both hands, and fully arching her back, she came all over his mouth. Kayson nibbled on her inner thigh then looked up. Water ran down between her breasts and into his face. Kayson was pleased with his handiwork. He pulled her down and stood her up. Her body quivered in front of him as she stared at him with that ‘fuck me’ gaze. He rinsed his mouth out and said, “Why you so quiet? I thought you had something to tell me.”

  KoKo couldn’t maintain eye contact. She didn’t know whether she was coming or going. It didn’t matter much to Kayson what she had to say because he was serious as hell and moving to the next step of his plan. He picked her up and headed to the bathroom counter placing her down effortlessly. He stepped between her legs, began sucking, and licking her neck from throat to chin, then reached down to get him a handful of pussy.

  “All of this belongs to ‘The Boss’ now.” He took his middle finger and inserted it deep inside, she moaned out in sheer pleasure. He began to pick up the pace; making sure to go in deep with every entrance until her juices flowed plentifully. He then slid his hand out, grabbed his dick, rubbing KoKo's juices all over it. Biting hard into her neck, he inserted his dick inside her. Knowing that his dick was big as hell Kayson used the biting to create a diversion and it worked, because she barely flinched. Plus, Kayson understood that if he got that kitty purring first, she would take that dick like a champ.

  Damn, she feels good as shit, Kayson thought. Her pussy was tight as hell and he wanted to enjoy it, but he would have to wait until his work was done.

  KoKo squeezed him tight around the neck; he was deep inside and hitting shit, she didn’t know she had. So she tried to move back a little, but couldn’t get away fast enough. He blocked that attempt by holding her firmly in place by her hips.

  “Why you trying to run?” Kayson teased. KoKo's response came out in moans,

  “Aaaaaahhh . . . Ooooohhhh . . .”

  Kayson stroked fast and deep while licking and sucking her earlobe and back down her neck. Once again he bit down on the back of her neck. She flinched and moaned aloud.

  Kayson thought to himself, Jackpot. He had found that hot spot. Picking up speed, he sucked hard on her hot spot and fucked the shit out of her G-spot.

  “I’m cumming again. Kayson . . . oooooohhhh.”

  He picked her up and kept the orgasm going as he began walking toward the bedroom bouncing her up and down on his dick. She was trying to climb up his chest in an effort to stop him from going in so deep, but her movements were futile. Strong as hell, he engineered every stroke. Once he got her in the bed, it was on like popcorn. Taking her from one position to the next for over two and a half hours without even letting her catch her breath. KoKo was cumming every few minutes; she was blowing Kayson’s mind.

  Damn, she’s multi-orgasmic, too. I got to keep this pussy for myself, he thought. Kayson took a minute and pulled out of the pussy long enough to execute his final attack when he rose up on his knees. KoKo thought it was over, but she was wrong. Kayson was about to lean back in, but KoKo put her foot on his chest.

  “Wait, I’m done,” she whispered, barely able to open her eyes.

  “Well, that’s good, but I’m not.” He grabbed her by the ankle, flipped her over on her stomach, and figured it was time to talk shit. “You better do what the fuck I tell you from this day forward.” He slid back in the pussy going in deep and coming all the way out. He would keep it right there leaving her anticipating when he would go back in. Then he would repeat the process, going in hard and deep as he worked that pussy, not missing a stroke.

  “I’m getting ready to break this pussy down. Brace yourself because 'The Boss' is getting ready to take you on a rough ride.” He had her up in the b
ed like DMX had ole’ girl in the movie Belly. He whispered in her ear, “You gonna do what I tell you?”

  “Yesss . . . Yesss. I promise.”

  “Who am I?”

  “Kaaayson . . . Kaaayson.”

  “Wrong answer.” He growled then went faster.

  “What’s my name?”

  “Aaaahhhh . . . Aaaaahhhh.” She knew what he was looking for. Then she yelled out, “The Booossss . . .”

  “Am I in charge?”

  “Yes. Yeeee . . . ssss,” she said in a submissive voice.

  “I don’t believe you.” He picked up speed and went in deeper. She was trying to get away, but it didn’t help because Kayson was all up in it.

  “You’re the boss . . . you’re The Boss,” was all she could get out when a gut-wrenching orgasm came on and wouldn’t stop. It got stronger and stronger with every stroke.