Candy Licker (26 page)

“But I'm gonna miss you, boo,” I had complained a few days earlier when he told me he had to go to L.A. for a trial. I was laying on his white fur bedspread making snow angels in the design. I'd jumped on the train and snuck downtown to his loft at lunchtime so we could get us a little quickie. “I thought you were handling contracts and investment stuff now. Why you gotta go back to court?”

Knowledge had held my hand in his lap and explained. “I'm
a trial attorney first and foremost, baby. What I do for Hurricane is only a small part of what I
can
do. They need somebody like me out in L.A. right now, and if things go the way I plan to make sure they go, well, life is gonna change for both of us.” And then he made me laugh by suggesting we play a little game. He wanted me to let him put a blindfold on me and stick anything he wanted in my mouth.

“Okay,” he said, “I promise I won't put no boogers or cockroaches on your tongue, but anything else goes.” The first thing he made me chew was some sweet crushed pineapple. I liked that. Next he tickled my tongue with a marshmallow, then made me lick a bitter lemon. I didn't like that! “All right, I want you to take a bite of this Greek apple, okay?” That boy had me bite into a goddamn onion! He also fed me a cold slice of mango, then he licked the juice right off my chin. The last thing he did was pour warm honey all over my back. It was so erotic! I had moaned and squirmed as that stickiness dripped from my skin, knowing damn well he was gonna lick it off real good for me.

And now I stood in front of him watching the candles flicker as he sat on the closed toilet and ran some warm water in the sink. I felt his eyes admiring my naked body, and I wondered what was going on when he reached out and rubbed a handful of foaming soap into the curly red hair of my coochie.

“A shampoo?” I laughed. “You giving me a shampoo down there?” This was another first because nobody other than Mama had ever washed my coochie before.

Knowledge shushed me and pressed his lips to my stomach and started tonguing my navel down. I grabbed his head and
started moaning but he pulled away and broke the contact. He knew what I wanted. If that soap wasn't all over my mound I would have been pushing his face between my legs as fast as I could.

He used both hands and worked up a bunch of lather in my pubic hair. I obeyed him when he nudged my legs open, shivering as he slid his fingers along the sides of my outer lips, soaping me until every strand of my red hair was white. Then he looked up with total seriousness in his eyes and asked, “Trust me?”

The second I nodded yes, he pulled out a razor.

I jumped my ass back, ready to fight. Hell, I even looked around the bathroom real quick trying to find my own damn weapon. “What you doing, Knowledge?”

He laughed. “C'mere, girl. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just need to know if you really trust me.”

I put my hands on my hips and stared him down. I was thinking, trying to decide whether I trusted him like that. I'd learned a lot from Hurricane, and I was no longer about jumping off into anything and everything just because a man said so.

Knowledge couldn't take his eyes off me as I stood there butt naked with nothing but foam covering my pussy. I couldn't wait to feel this man all up in my belly, but first I needed to decide if he was really in my heart.

“Yeah,” I finally admitted. “I trust you, Knowledge. You the only man I've ever felt totally sure about in my whole damn life. Okay, I said trust you. Now what the fuck you plan on doing with that razor?”

He smiled and reached for my hip, pulling me closer.

“I'm just gonna entertain you a little bit before I leave,” he said softly. “But you have to trust me. You gotta promise you won't look down.”

I promised, and Knowledge lifted the razor and pressed it to my triangle. I held perfectly still and didn't even flinch when I felt that blade touch me. He only worked on me for five minutes or so, but the way he acted it was the most important five minutes of our relationship.

“Check it out,” he said, handing me a small mirror after he'd rinsed me off and wiped my wet mound with a soft cloth. “If you don't like it, you can tell me. I'll understand.”

I took the mirror.

All I could do was laugh as I examined my coochie. “Boy no you didn't. No you did
not
shave a little diamond on my coochie!”

“Yeah I did,” he said. “ 'Cause that's what you are. My diamond.”

I laughed as he kissed my stomach and swirled his tongue around in my navel again.

“Now me,” I said, pushing his face away. “You got some skills, but lemme show you what a sistah can do.”

I took that razor and went to work. When I was done I had turned his diamond into a heart, then I made him stand up so I could shave one on him too.

“There,” I said. “Now you can take a piece of me with you.”

Knowledge looked at those two tight-ass hearts I'd hooked up in our pubic hair and nodded like he was impressed.

“Damn, Miss Candy. You the one with all the skills. I'm gonna take my heart with me when I roll out to Cali, but you
need to go ahead and shave yours off real quick. Let Hurricane see that shit and …” His eyes got dark. “Just shave it off, Candy.”

I shrugged. I slept naked sometimes, but I wasn't stuttin’ Hurricane's ass.

“I will,” I went ahead and promised him, just to take that look out his eyes.

“Now check this,” Knowledge said, pulling me into his lap. “I'm leaving you with a little something too,” he said. His hot dick was throbbing against my inner thighs, and as I got busy kissing his neck and tonguing his ears, he gripped my ass cheeks and eased me down on his thickness and slammed me up and down on it until I just about melted.

L
ate that night I was back at the mansion sleeping like a baby, mouth dead open and legs cocked wide, when something woke me up. It was dark in the room except for a large candle flickering on Cane's nightstand, and fear was already kicking my ass by the time I opened my eyes.

Predator was growling and straddling me on the bed. I felt his stank, hot breath on my face and turned my head, squinching my face up as a long string of nasty slobber dripped off his tongue and hit my nose.

“Don't scream,” Hurricane said. “You know he don't like loud bitches.”

Hurricane was sitting at the bottom of the bed, and at the sound of his voice Predator growled deeper. His teeth were showing and his mouth was right next to my throat. All I had
to grab hold of was the silk sheets, and I balled those shits up in my hands and closed my eyes again, too scared to even cry.

“Did they have arts and crafts at that computer school you was going to when you was out in L.A.?”

“Please, Cane …,” I cried softly. Predator had his paw on my chest, holding me down. His nails pressed hard into my skin. “Please get him off me.”

I heard him sigh like his patience was thin.

“I'ma ask you again, Candy. Did you take arts and crafts and learn computers at the same time too?”

I was shaking so bad I had to pee. I licked my lips and managed to whisper, “No. I-I-I didn't take no arts and … and crafts. Please get this fuckin’ dog off me, Cane!”

“So no arts and crafts?”

“No,” I whimpered. Predator was licking the side of my face and sticking his long, nasty-ass tongue all in my ear. “No. Please, Cane. Please.”

“You sure? I mean, you didn't take none of them design classes while you was there, did you? Oh, you musta went to barber school, then, huh? Was it barber school or beauty school, Candy?”

I laid there naked and shivering in sweat I was so damn scared. I was disgusted, too, 'cause Predator was lapping at my hair, the side of my face, and trying to get to the back of my neck.

“I said,” Hurricane whispered with ice in his voice, “did you take your ass to barber school, Candy?”

“No.”

“Then how'd your pussy get shaved so tight?”

The heart. Back when I'd first come to the mansion I'd shaved my pussy bald because I thought it was erotic. Hurricane had hated it. He said it looked nasty. “What's up with that bald pussy?” he'd wanted to know. “Let your hair grow back and cover that big-ass clit up!”

I froze for a hot second, but then my lie kicked into gear. “I shaved it like that myself, Cane! I know you said to let my hair grow back but I sweat when I'm onstage and it itches me so bad it drives me crazy. I know you don't like it bare, but I thought you'd dig it this way. I was just playing around trying something different 'cause it was bothering me … that's all!”

I muttered that whole lie out the side of my mouth because Predator was still licking my grill and I wasn't trying to base hard enough to piss him off.

“Oh, so you want something different, huh?” Hurricane snapped his fingers twice and Predator jumped off the bed and trotted down the steps. He went up on the other side, then stopped at the door and sat down. “Then let's do something different, Candy.”

That niggah made me turn over on my stomach and hold still while he tied my wrists and ankles to the canopy posts. I was buck naked and my legs were stretched wide open.

“You got a nice phat ass,” Hurricane said as he straddled me on his knees like he was taking a horseback ride. “Problem is, I ain't too sure you know who the fuck it belongs to.” I almost hollered as he sat his buff, heavy ass down on my back.

“You might not a’ took arts and crafts where you went to school, Miss Candy. But I did. Lemme see can I do your back just as good as you did your snatch.”

I felt him reach to the right, and a moment later I saw the flame flickering and felt a scorching pain on my upper back. My head swiveled damn near all the way around as I arched my back and let out the first long scream.

“Shut up!” Hurricane hissed between his clenched teeth. I stared at the candle he was holding over my back. “It's your fault I gotta treat your ass this way!”

I was still screaming when he called the dog again.

“Predator, up!”

The dog trotted back up to the bed and seconds later a cold, wet nose was touching me. Predator was sniffing my butt.

I shut right the hell up then, but I didn't stay quiet long. Not even that nasty dog could make me keep still as Hurricane dipped that candle over me and poured that burning wax down my back.

I must have screamed for an hour, and if Sissy or Teema or any of them house heffahs heard me, they sure as hell didn't come to find out what was wrong. I was just glad that Knowledge had already bounced because he would have killed Hurricane for doing some shit like this to me. I moaned and begged and tried to get away, but I was locked in the middle of the house with a maniac who owned my body and my life.

And you can best believe he broadcasted that fact to the entire world when he escorted me to the Stoned Soul Awards the next night too. He made me wear a sexy white dress that he'd bought for me at the last minute. It was cut high in the front, but dipped all the way down to my ass in the back.

My whole entire back was exposed for every damn body in the world to see, and I was so ashamed that it felt like thousands were taking notice. I was so glad Dom and Vonzelle
weren't there to see me 'cause there was no way I could have explained it. Deep inside I wanted to cry, but I refused to go out like that. Instead, I stood right next to that niggah and smiled and posed as the cameras snapped and flashed. At least the night air was good to me, though. It helped soothe those thick black blisters that spelled out the four-letter word that stretched from my left shoulder bone all the way to my right. The blisters that spelled CANE.

T
hings had really changed for me since Hurricane broke up the Scandalous! trio. Dominica didn't stay mad for long because she knew it was Hurricane who'd been scheming to cut her and Vonnie out of the picture and not me. Even still, she was frustrated and fried about the whole situation and if there was a way she could have put some shit on Hurricane's ass she would have.

But Vonnie was still straight tripping. She blamed me for everything, even though Dom tried over and over again to put her down on my situation.

“I keep telling you Candy ain't calling no shots with that fool, Vonnie. He's using her ass the same way he uses everybody else, so quit with all that noisy drama. That's why us females ain't got no wins now. We too busy jumpin’ on each other instead of concentrating on correcting all the low-down ballers of the world.”