Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) (5 page)

“The club?” He laughed. “YaYa, you got me
fucked up if you are thinking about going to the club when I drove
all the way over here.” He growled.

My face began to get warm and I could feel
my temper rising. “Yeah, you never said we were going anywhere and
I made plans with my girl.” I tried to explain rationally.

“Your girl probably ain’t even ready to roll
yet. Ya’ll always take forever getting ready.” His tone changed and
he settled down a bit. He was right though, NiQue was barely out of
the shower. An hour wouldn’t hurt.

“She will be ready to go in an hour so that
is all you’re going to get.” I said turning to head back in the
house. I knew I had better think of something to tell NiQue, and
I’d better think fast. After a good cursing out, I was in Papi’s SC
430 Lexus heading towards God knows where with him. We hit up Ben’s
Chili Bowl and Papi started making his way to I-495.

“You know it’s been over an hour. I really
need to be getting back to NiQue.”

“I already told her she can go out without
you.” He said never taking his eyes off of the road. I looked at
Papi confused. How had he gotten NiQue’s number to tell her that? I
looked at him full of curiosity. That was the second time tonight
he had gotten info on me that I hadn’t given.

“How did you get her number? As a matter of
fact, how did you get mine?” I questioned.

Papi kept his eyes on the road and tried to
act as though he hadn’t heard my questions. I couldn’t believe he
was just going to ignore anything I said that he didn’t want to
hear. We pulled into a driveway to a moderate home close to the
outskirts of Baltimore. From the outside the house was average, but
once inside I was amazed at how beautiful the house was. He had
very good taste.

“Go and check out the rest of the house.
Wha’ cha’ sippin’ on?” Papi seemed anxious for me to look around.
Nigga wanted me to be impressed.

“I started with
Patron
; I might as well
finish the night off with it too.” I responded.

I had already scoped out the well-stocked
bar. I peered beyond the entertainment area of his home and
marveled by the choice of colors and the décor. It wasn’t typical
of a street nigga to have that much style. His house was laced with
flat screen TV’s, and there were speakers built into each wall. The
kitchen was state of the art and the entire place just screamed,
”You can have the panties.” I silently wondered how many women had
come there and dropped their drawls for him already.

I turned my attention to a painting of a
woman on Papi’s wall that hung over the cream-colored Italian
leather furniture. The woman was in her mid to late forties. She
wasn’t all that pretty, but she had a glow about her that oozed
sexiness. I figured the painting was his sister or another relative
because she shared similar features as he did.

“Oh, you like that
portrait? That’s my mother.” He said handing me a shot glass. He
sat the bottle of
Patron
on the table and patted the seat next to him. I
sat my
Coach
bag
on the table and grabbed the bottle. After a few glasses, we were
pretty loaded and enjoying each other’s company when Papi started
firing away with questions.

“YaYa, what do you know about this life?
Really, do you know what kind of life you live? Power demands
power; and I need power by my side. You gonna ride with me?”

I couldn’t believe he was really trying to
get up with me like that. We barely knew each other on that level
and he had a bad rep for being a trick. “Papi you ain’t trying to
fuck with me for real. I know what kind of shit you’re into.” I
said.

“You don’t know what I’m into. I’m a
business man; just like your father.”

Somehow Papi mentioning my father didn’t sit
right with me. I know my father has some serious street
credibility, but why did he bring him up right then?

“Papi, I have some stuff going on with my
parents and I am trying to make my own way out here. I need to get
my own life right first.” I lied. He didn’t need to know I could
run circles around him in the streets. Daddy always saw to it that
no one knew I was heavily involved in his organization. I liked to
keep all of my options open, and Papi and I being together was not
in my game plan. I had other missions to accomplish. I was buying
time until I got with Sheik. That’s where I wanted to be. Thoughts
of Sheik started racing through my mind and for just a moment, I
pretended Papi was Sheik.

I moved closer to on the couch towards him.
I wanted him to want me. I figured why not get some satisfaction
while waiting for the real thing. Papi got the clue and started
pinching my nipples through the fabric of my sheer shirt. His touch
was just right. I felt the nectar between my legs and I knew I
needed it more than Papi even knew.

“Stand up.” Papi said with authority. “Let
me look at what’s going to be mine.”

I smirked at him and stood
up. I lifted my shirt over my head and slid out of my skirt. I
stood in front of Papi in a red bra and thong set and a pair of
stilettos from
Steve Madden.
I knew I looked like candy. My chocolate skin
glowed, and I knew exactly what looked good on it. I turned around
and bent over so he could see my full round ass. I made it clap for
him and ran my finger over my pussy. I was putting on a hell of a
show. I knew my audience was pleased.

Sliding off my thong, I pushed Papi back on
the couch. I straddled his muscular legs and started to grind on
his hard dick that was struggling to get free from his pants. I was
going to show him a good time; not because I wanted to fuck with
Papi like that, but because I wanted to be wanted. Papi unfastened
my bra and suckled on my nipples until they were hard and begging
to be bit. As if he knew the urgent need of my body, he gently bit
and tugged on my nipples sending me into a sexual frenzy. I started
to grind my pussy harder on his manhood and came on his pants.

I dismounted Papi and he stood and led me up
the stairs to the master bedroom. Dropping his pants with a
quickness, he exposed all ten inches of himself. Then he laid me
down on the bed and made my center his dinner. He kissed and sucked
my pussy until I was on the brink of orgasm. Papi was doing shit to
me I hadn’t had in a while, and my body was thankful for the gift.
I started to grind my pussy on his lips and he grabbed my ass
encouraging me to cum.

“Dat’s right Ma.’” he said. His accent was
more defined than before. “Cum for me.” He whispered between
muffled kisses.

Not being able to control the urge anymore,
I came again. I felt the need to return the favor and sat on the
edge of the bed and took all ten inches of Papi into my mouth while
he stood towering over me. He rolled his head back as I sucked on
his candy until I felt his legs begin to shake. I took in his dick
one last time as far as it would go and let him fall from my lips.
I climbed up onto the bed and got on all fours. I arched my back
and wiggled my ass. Papi pulled me to him by my waist and entered
me. His dick was so thick and juicy. He thrust into my wet pussy
causing me to shudder. He smacked my ass and I winched from the
pain that was bringing me so much pleasure. Papi pulled out of my
dripping pussy and lay on his back.

“Sit on the thrown!” He commanded.

I obliged. I sat on his dick, bouncing up
and down, riding him like a pro. Papi slammed me down on his dick
making me take all of him into my walls.

“Ssssssss…YaYa this pussy is mine!” He
yelled. I tightened my walls around his thick dick and we came
together.

We lay there in his bed for an entire day.
Fucking and sleeping. Every time I thought about leaving, Papi
beckoned me back with his incredible sex.

Cap Citi Entertainment

1
^st
and Wayne Place

SE Washington, DC

Over the span of several months, my father
put me in position to meet his supplier. I had just turned
twenty-seven, and DC wasn’t ready for me. Daddy’s supplier was a
greasy Columbian named Caesar. Caesar made it well known that he
was not too fond of having to deal with someone other than Daddy,
and definitely not eager to deal with a bitch. Daddy’s reputation
of making bread and the fact that he wasn’t afraid to bust his guns
made Caesar humble himself in Daddy’s presence. After several
meetings, several threats, and long negotiations, Caesar agreed to
conduct all business transactions through me. He wasn’t going to
mess up his lavish lifestyle just because he didn’t think a woman
could hold it down in the streets.

Up until today, I had been traveling with
Daddy and Oscar to complete transactions. Darnell Clayton was
getting money and he was making sure that everyone he was
affiliated with knew that I would be taking the reins. Today was
different though. I would be handling a minor change in business
with Caesar alone.

I slid into a black silk
camisole and a cream-colored suit that looked like
Christian Dior
made it
just for me. The flared leg pants suit accompanied by a pair of
stilettos made my ass sit up like an apple. I grabbed my purse and
briefcase and made a bee-line for the door. I didn’t want to be
late. It was time to shit or get off the pot.

I pulled my shades down over my eyes and
pulled my chrome-colored Cadillac STS out of the driveway. As I
made my way onto Wisconsin Ave, I checked my rearview mirror for
Oscar. He was right there two cars behind me. Daddy said for our
safety, I was to ride in my own car and Oscar was to follow me in
his own ride. So if something popped off, help was nearby.

I changed the music on
my
Ipod
. ‘Shawty’
by Plies filled the
Bose
speakers. I instantly thought of Sheik. He was my
goal, and I hadn’t invested any time on my personal mission. Never
mind the fact that Papi was fucking me proper on a regular basis.
He was constantly trying to make me wifey. That shit was growing
old and at this point I am bored with it. He had been flaunting me
around and spent bread, but he was too eager to make “us” into
something I had no interest in. He wanted me to introduce him to my
father. That shit was out of the question. I was a grown woman, but
I didn’t want my father to even think I was involved with anyone.
Daddy’s motto was, “Always money over hoes” and Papi was a
hoe.

Papi had been asking about Daddy a lot and
it was definitely uncomfortable. I couldn’t figure out his
fascination with my father. I sparked the El I had rolled before
leaving the house and my mind drifted back to the task at hand. I
was nervous about going to see Caesar. He didn’t like me and the
feeling was mutual. I knew he was only tolerating me because of my
father.

What sealed the deal was my father
threatening to take his money elsewhere if Caesar would not accept
Daddy’s demands. At the rate my father was moving bricks through
the DMV (DC, MD, and VA), Caesar knew better than to be too
defiant. By the time I stepped into the organization full time,
Daddy’s street team was moving twenty bricks a week. Caesar would
have been a fool to fuck up the twenty-two grand per brick, per
week, that he was seeing.

I finished the El and
aired out the car as I drove across the Woodrow Wilson Bridge. I
had finally made it to Caesar’s lavish home in Fairfax, Virginia. I
dabbed my wrists with my signature scent of
Meditation
and exited the car. Oscar
joined me by my side and buzzed the intercom.

“Hola.” a woman said through the
speaker.

“I have an appointment with Caesar. This is
Ms. Clayton.” I stated.

A few moments later, we’re
greeted by a sexy Latina who was wearing the hell out of a
Dolce and Gabbana
contour A-line suit. She ushered us inside and led us to
Caesar’s office where he was blowing smoke rings from his foul
smelling Cuban cigar.

“Good day Ms. Clayton. How are we today?” He
said as we took a seat around a marble table with wing back chairs
that looked like they cost a small fortune. I hated the way he said
my name. He nodded towards Oscar to acknowledge his presence.

“Hello Caesar. We are well.” I responded;
not interested in the small talk. I was here to conduct business
and that was all I planned to do.

“Can I interest you in a drink?” He offered.
I declined his offer and tried to keep the meeting moving in the
right direction.

“Caesar, my father has been buying product
from you at twenty-two per kilo, and we have been moving twenty
bricks a week, and we often run low, or out altogether at times. We
now see it is time to increase our supply. We are asking to
decrease the sales price from twenty-two to twenty per kilo.

Caesar looked at me amused. “Lil’ girl, chu’
are bold. Chu’ have balls bigger than your father. Do you really
think you can waltz in here and make requests such as these?” He
laughed and as he did…my demeanor remained the same.

“I am prepared to take my business elsewhere
if you are unwilling or unable to accommodate. I stated
sternly.

“Why should I trust that chu’ will make good
on your purchases?” Caesar inquired.

“You just have to trust me and my abilities
to make it happen.” I said with my eyes locked on Caesar.

“Oscar, can you excuse us for a moment?” I
asked, never letting my gaze leave my intended target. Oscar pushed
his chair from the table and glared at me. I could tell his eyes
were questioning my motives for asking him to wait outside the
office. Once Oscar left the office, I focused in on Caesar’s greasy
ass. I stood up and moved towards his seat. Caesar watched my every
move. I took off the jacket to my suit and draped it on the chair
that was closest to him.