Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents) (6 page)

“Look Caesar, we need to be able to trust
one another.” I said seductively.

Caesar licked his lips, and motioned for me
to move closer to him. For him to hate doing business with females,
it sure seemed like he had no qualms with mixing our business with
pleasure. This was fine by me as long as it sealed the deal. I slid
off my pants and Caesar pushed me to my knees. Unzipping his pants,
I released what had to be the tiniest dick I had ever laid my eyes
on. I put the head of his dick in mouth and began sucking him off
to let him know that working with me would bring him more
gratification than just money.

He began to thrust himself into my mouth. I
met him at each stroke and knew he was enjoying his bonus for
working with me. Caesar grabbed the back of my head and he started
to moan. I picked up my speed to hurry him along. He was thrusting
in and out of my mouth with fast strokes and I knew he was ready to
explode. I pulled him out of my mouth.

“Do we have a deal?” I asked looking him
dead in his eyes.

“Chu’ drive a hard bargain Ms. Clayton. We
have a deal.” He said as he grabbed the back of my head and I took
him back into my mouth. He stroked my mouth several more times
before delivering his babies. Once he was finished, I rose to my
feet and pulled my clothes on. I opened my briefcase and handed him
my new purchase orders and his money to provide my product. He
informed me of where our next pick up would be and I exited his
office as if nothing had ever happened. Oscar was right outside the
door when I exited and he gave me a concerned look.

“Oscar the deal is done. I have the
instructions for our next pick up and a new buy price.” I said
casually.

“YaYa, how were you able to do that? He was
clearly puzzled as to how I was able to talk Caesar down.

“I simply let him know working with me,
instead of against me, was the best and only option for him.” I
said coldly.

Oscar asked no more questions as we left the
house accompanied by the same Latina chick we had seen earlier. He
watched me closely. He knew I was definitely a product of my
father’s seed. Oscar and I went to our respective cars and drove
off together much richer than we had come. I picked up my cell
phone and dialed my father. I let him know the deal was done and
that I had the new orders in motion. I knew just what I needed as a
reward for handling my first business transaction and I knew just
who could give it to me.

I pulled my Caddy onto I-495 North and
headed towards Baltimore. I knew Papi would quiet the fire I had
growing down below. You see, money turned me into an animal. I
lusted after money, and just knowing I was about to be ten times
richer than I already was got me all the way to B-more on a mission
to twerk with Papi’s freaked-out ass.

The Tradewinds Night Club

Old Branch Avenue

Temple Hills, MD

I made it around the Beltway in record time.
I was hoping Papi was either home or on his way home when I got
there. Once I pulled up in the driveway, I noticed he must have had
company because an unfamiliar car was parked in the driveway along
with his. High and horny, I knew that whoever was there was gonna
have to hurry their business along and keep it moving. I walked up
the small cobblestone walkway and tried the knob. I found it
unlocked and let myself in. Walking into the living room, I found
Papi deeply engaged in a conversation with two big Spanish dudes
who looked like they were real unhappy about being there. Once they
spotted me the conversation ceased.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I will let
myself out.” I said feeling awkward for walking in unannounced. I
quickly started to make my exit.

Papi hopped up out of the seat he was in.
“No, we were just finishing up.” He said looking around nervously.
There was definitely something wrong with the meeting they were
having. Papi’s face was covered in beads of perspiration, and his
company looked as though they had murder on their minds.

“Si, Finito. Recordar lo que dije. Tener mi
dinero o vamos a cortar tus bolas y a alimentarlas a tu novia
hermosa después de que nosotros violación múltiple ella.” Said the
bigger of the two men.

A look of sheer horror danced across Papi’s
face. The men turned to leave. One of them stopped short of leaving
and turned to grab my hand. “Adios, mi amiga.” He kissed my hand
and strolled out of the door.

“What was all that about?” I questioned.

Too bad I failed all those years of Spanish
in high school. It may have come in handy today. Whatever they had
said to Papi wasn’t good because he was standing stark still and
unresponsive to my question.

“Nothing baby, just a little business I had
to handle. That’s all.” He said snapping out of his trance.

“It looked like they wanted to handle you.”
I said starting to regret coming all the way out to his place.
Those two made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

“Look YaYa, that was a stressful meeting and
I don’t want to go into it. What are you doing over here anyway?”
He quizzed.

“I looked at his full lips and remembered
what I had come there for. “I came to celebrate.” I said
seductively.

“What are you so happy about Ma?”

“Let’s just say I had a very productive
day.” I said walking towards the stereo that was playing “Lollipop”
by Lil’ Wayne. I closed my eyes and started swaying my hips to the
beat. Papi didn’t look too concerned about his meeting anymore.

“I like the way you moving those hips Ma.”
Papi said watching me like a predator stalking his prey. I started
stripping out of my suit for the second time today and let it hit
the floor, exposing myself to him.

“Mami when are you gonna be mine?” Papi shot
the question at me as I rode the rhythm of the music. I turned
around so that my back was to him and made my ass clap. I could see
approval on his face but that did not stop him from asking more
questions.

“Why do you keep avoiding the question YaYa?
You know how many bitches want to be in your position?”

“Do you know how many niggas want to be in
yours?” I shot back. It never failed. Every time I went to Papi for
sexual gratification, he wanted to make it into some relationship
shit. I was not interested and the argument was getting old. Why
couldn’t he just fuck me and let that be enough? I thought females
were the thirsty ones.

“Why can’t we just be what we are right now?
Why do we have to be with one another to enjoy each other?” I
whined. I hoped that by whining he would get fed up and just lay
the pipe and we could avoid all of the relationship business he
kept pressing me about.

Papi stood up and walked over to me and
grabbed me by my waist. His muscular hands made my body feel like
it was aflame with desire. Papi laid me down on the leather couch
on my stomach and began kissing my shoulders and made a path of
warm kisses down to the small of my back and down my apple. He
turned me over on my back and began rubbing his fingers over my
womanhood. My breathing quickened and Papi knew it was time to
deliver the goods. He stood over me and unfastened his jeans and in
one motion, stooped down and entered me forcefully.

I loved when he made angry love to me. He
used all of his might to prove that he was the best lover for me.
Papi groaned in ecstasy as he plunged deeper into my sugary walls.
I held on to him as if my life depended on him fucking me. I could
feel his body tense up and I knew he was nearing the end of his
supposed punishment.

“YaYa, sssssss… I’m about to cum!” He
roared.

Papi exploded inside of me and lay there
panting on top of me. I hated when he came inside me. I rolled him
off of me and headed towards the bathroom on the upper level of the
house. I had only been upstairs for a few minutes before I heard
Papi talking on the phone. I crept back into the hallway and leaned
over the banister on the upper level of the house.

“Juan, just give me some time chico. I am
working on something right now with the biggest connect in the city
to get your money situated.” I heard Papi say.

“I am bangin’ this bitch and her father got
shit locked in the DMV. I am sure things are about to jump off. I
just need a few more weeks before I can seal the deal.”

I backed into the master
bedroom from which I had come and sat on the edge of the bed
bewildered. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Not only was
Papi telling lies to people about us, but he was using my father’s
reputation to handle business. I had had enough of Papi and I knew
that day would be the last time he would touch me. I quickly
showered and pulled on a pair of Papi’s sweatpants and a plain
white t-shirt. I had left a pair of
Nike’s
in Papi’s closet the last
time I had stayed the night with him.

Descending the stairway, I grabbed the rest
of my belongings from where I had stripped out of them. I knew Papi
and I had nothing to talk about anymore, and I wanted to make my
exit quick without letting him know I had overheard his
conversation. Papi was still on the phone when I picked up my purse
and shades and he gave me a look of discontent about me
leaving.

I didn’t even speak. I couldn’t speak. I was
so pissed about him using me. I vowed that he and I would tango
again, and I would buy my time until I could figure out how to punk
the nigga for telling lies. I headed out the door, not wanting to
engage in anymore of his bullshit.

Club Elite

Brinkley Road

Temple Hills, MD

NiQue and I had made plans to meet in Old
Town for a day at the spa. I had to fill her in on the details of
Papi’s betrayal.

“YaYa, I could have told you that nigga was
up to no good. That nigga ain’t interested in settling down with no
bitch. He is all about getting money any way he knows how.”

My mind drifted back to what Sheik had said
to me about Papi being a sheisty ass nigga. I was enjoying the full
body massage I was receiving, and NiQue was having the same done to
her. In between exhaling, we continued to talk.

“I didn’t have any intentions on dealing
with him like that anyway. I was just getting my back blown out. I
never wanted to fuck with this greasy nigga.” I said while Becky,
the masseuse, was kneading my lower back.

“This nigga was trying to play me!” I
said.

“So, what are you going to do about it?”
NiQue questioned.

“I think I am going to just leave him the
fuck alone! I have business I have to handle for Daddy and I cannot
let whatever Papi is cooking up get in my way.”

I couldn’t let Papi’s deceit cloud my mind
and sidetrack my business. I had to oversee my first transaction
and nothing was going to get in my way. NiQue and I finished our
spa treatment and headed back into the city. I hadn’t really spent
any time with Neko and I thought a movie would be a good idea. Will
Smith had a new flick out, and I had heard it was better than the
critics thought it would be. NiQue declined my invitation to join
us and I dropped her at her place. I drove through the streets of
DC wondering what kind of shit Papi was into and I couldn’t shake
the fact that the nigga was doing nothing more than using me to get
to my Dad.

Papi had called several
times since I left his house, and I wasn’t interested in listening
to whatever story he had for me. I switched the power off on my
personal cell and started making phone calls on my business cell to
a few of my lieutenants on the Southside. Corrine, a dyke broad I
had ties to, was one of my best lieus. If you didn’t know she was a
woman, you would have never known. Corrine was 6’3” with long
plaits that hung down her back. She kept herself rockin’
fresh
Shooters
tees and she always had every custom tennis shoe available.
She was notorious for keeping her foot soldiers in line, and if
they ever fell out of line there would be blood spilled on the
streets. I called Corrine to see if she had some ends for me to
pick up.

“Yo, Corrine…what’s up babes’?” I said.

“Wassup YaYa? You coming through here? I got
them thangs ready for you. Oh, and I need to holla about making
another move because this shit is selling out faster than I can
move it.”

“I got ya’ baby. I should be through there
in an hour or so and we can talk then.” I said. I knew what was
coming next because it always did when I spoke to Corrine.

“YaYa, when you gonna stop faking shawty and
come to the other side. You went for a test ride and ain’t never
come back to claim the goods.”

“Corrine, I keep telling you that I don’t
even swing like that. You know I want dick and unless you got one
you were born with…then there ain’t nothing you can do for me.”

“Yeah aight, shawty. You gave it to me once;
you’ll give it to me again.” She laughed.

“Yeah, we’ll see. Oh, and Corrine…fuck you.”
I laughed as I hung up.

I had given Corrine some pussy a while back
and since then, she wouldn’t give up on trying to get it again. I
knew that that lifestyle wasn’t for me. I made my way from Trinidad
to the Southside listening to Lil’ Wayne and T-Pain. It seems that
if you didn’t have Weezy on your track, you weren’t doing anything
major. All the while during the drive I thought about Papi and how
he was trying to use my Daddy to prosper. I knew something wasn’t
right and I was feeling like he was trying to set me up. I shook
off the bad vibes and decided that I wanted to stop off at Henry’s
Soul Food Café and grab some real southern food.

I pulled up to the
restaurant and instantly noticed Sheik’s car parked out front.
Looking in the rearview mirror, I touched up my
MAC
lip gloss and strolled inside.
As soon as I walked in, I spotted him. He was sitting near the
window by himself.