His Truth Your Nightmare (13 page)

Their security is null and void because I
had no trouble when I deposited the limbs on the porch. I saved the
best for last though. My last stop was to Danger’s momma’s house.
Danger’s momma still stays in the hood called the Butter Beans so I
parked the car around the corner of the houses. I made sure to
cover the area thoroughly a few times before I made my move.
Nothing was out of the ordinary and that dummy didn’t even care
about his momma enough to have anybody on guard as if his momma was
safe or off limits. The only reason I was even here was to show him
that everyone he loves can be touched. I pulled my hat over my eyes
and my hoodie on my head then briskly walked to the porch where
Danger grew up and rang the bell. His mom answered after I rung it
three times.

“Who the hell is it and why are you standing
on my door bell? What do you want?” she yelled.

“I have a package for you from Danger.” I
replied while holding my head as low as it could go.

She quickly unlocked the door then stood
there for a minute while looking at me suspiciously then looked
down at the box. She snatched the box as I handed it to her and
Blue’s head could be heard shaking in it when she moved I hurriedly
removed myself from the porch. She stood there and watched me walk
away for a few more moments longer before she headed back into the
house. I was far enough to get to my car with a few more strides
but not far enough that I couldn’t hear her loud wails. Mission
complete in time enough for the meeting.

We’ve been in Miami for three days watching
Gutta’s every move. I thought it would be a little harder to get to
him since he had so much going in the streets but he turned out to
be an easy mark. He did the same things every day not switching up
or wavering from the routine that he had built for himself. He
would wake up at six then shower. Get dressed for his jog at seven
then run for a mile and he would make it back to his home by eight.
He showered again by eight thirty then got dressed to leave for the
day. Once he was out of the house he would stop by a small diner
for breakfast then head to his strip club.

We placed a tracking device on his cars so we
knew his every move whether we were on his tail or away. Even
though that does a great job keeping us up with his whereabouts, I
still needed to see the things that he did outside of his car. I
needed to know what type of man I am dealing with and there’s no
better way to see then with my own two eyes. From what I can tell
his strip club is his favorite place to be. He would watch the
strippers and drink for a while then retreat to his office to
conduct business. The strippers would be in and out of the office
all day and that got me to thinking. Around three in the morning he
would leave and his guards would follow him home then leave once
they saw that he had made it in safe.

The next morning I was up bright and early.
I bathed then rubbed some Love Spell by Victoria Secret into my
skin to give it that silky smooth look that I love. The scent is an
aphrodisiac for men and I like how they seem to be hypnotized after
a few whiffs. I placed a twenty two inch blonde Brazilian deep wave
wig on my head and a razor inside my mouth. I threw in my blue
contacts then got dressed. I slid on some red lace boy shorts with
the matching bra and my black seven jeans with a cheetah print crop
top. I applied black eyeliner to my eyes which make my cat like
eyes look so exotic and seductive. I smoothed some black lipstick
on my lips then strapped on my cheetah print red bottoms. Once I
was done getting myself together I grabbed my gym bag and headed to
the front to call the girls to let them know I was ready.

When I called the girls were ready and
waiting for me so it wasn’t long before Lala tapped on the door to
signal that they were headed to the car. I grabbed my duffle bag,
switched off the lights and walked out the door falling right into
the back of the line. No music played for almost the entire time
that we rode. The silence that filled the car let me know my girls
were preparing themselves for what we were about to do. Each lady
seemed to be lost in their own thoughts but I had something to say
so I broke the silence.

“Okay ladies, it’s show time. Assume your
positions and make sure your microphones are on. Two of you should
come in and place yourselves somewhere so that you will have a good
view of the club. The other two park the car toward the side of the
building and wait for us. Be on the lookout for any suspicious
activity and make sure you’re not seen by his goons or the cops.
Let’s get in and get out and also remember that no sister is left
behind, Killer Kisses!” “Kill kisses!” they each chanted.

The car stopped a block away and I hopped
out with my duffle bag on my shoulder. I had them drop me off
around the corner because I didn’t want anyone to see me get out of
their car. The rest of the trip on foot was a piece of cake. Thank
God for the extensive training that I do religiously. I speed
walked at a steady pace and I didn’t bust a sweat or have any hairs
out of place. I made it in front of the Pink Palace in under five
minutes. The building was huge but from the outside it looked like
it could use some work. I adjusted my clothes then stepped in and
looked around for a moment.

The club was actually very nice and that was
kind of surprising since the outside looked like it is ready for
foreclosure. There are three levels to the club. The downstairs is
decorated in a pearl white and pink. There is a huge bar to the
right when you step in. To the left there is a set of steps that
lead to the upstairs. Straight ahead is the stage right in the
center and along the walls are booths which surround the entire
floor. On each sides of the stage there are tables set up for those
who want to be up close on the action.

There were only about ten people on the
first floor spread about since it was still early. I spotted a
gigantic dude off to the side talking to some guys and I figured he
must be one of the bouncers. He was black as night with a huge
beard and small beady eyes. He stood at least seven feet tall with
hands that look to be bigger than my head. I sucked in a deep
breath and whispered under my breath.

“Fuck it, here goes nothing.”

I put on my sexiest walk and stopped right
in front of the bouncer so that I could get his undivided
attention.

“What’s up shorty is there something that I
can do for you?”

I rubbed my finger up and down his bicep,
batted my eyes then replied.

“There sure is sexy. I’m looking for the
owner. I’m new to the area and I’ve been having a hard time finding
employment so it’s back to the drawing board and I wanted to see if
I can get a job here. Word is that this is one of the hottest clubs
around.”

“Well shorty I don’t think he needs anymore
dancers right now but I will check it out for you. What’s your
name?”

“My name is Hypnotic and I would really
appreciate it if you can hook that up for me. By the way, what’s
your name big sexy?”

“My names Steve and give me a second while I
holler at the boss and I will get back with you.”

With that he shook his head then turned his
back and spoke into the walkie talkie, “Yo boss I have a chic here
by the name of Hypnotic and she’s looking for a job.

“Steve tell her we don’t need any dancers
right now and take her information for when something opens
up.”

He whispered into the walkie talkie, “Boss I
don’t think you want to pass her up because if one of the
competitors gets her then we may finally have some competition.
She’s bad and that’s for real.”

“Alright Steve bring her up.”

Steve turned back to me and motioned his
head for me to follow him.

We turned around to head back towards the
stairs and I thought that we were going up. Instead he stepped
under the stairs and punched a code into the box and a door opened.
I pretended that I wasn’t watching him put in the code but I had it
locked in. We slid in the elevator and he punched four. When the
door opened I took a few moments to look around so that I can take
it all in.

The floor was decorated in all black and red
paint adorned the walls. There was a stage in the center of this
floor as well. He had a big black desk with a chair fit for a king.
The chair was black, trimmed in gold, with a gold crown at the
head. Two mixed looking chics were on the stage freaking each other
while he looked to not be paying attention. He motioned me over
with his hand to his desk where he was sitting on the phone. I put
an extra switch in my hips and walked on over to him very
seductively. When I made it to the front of his desk he twirled his
finger signaling for me to turn around.

I took my time turning around so he could
take in all thirty six inches of my hips and ass. He wrapped up the
phone call then told me to have a seat.

“So Hypnotic what brings you to my place of
business?” He asked while staring at me with an intense gaze.

Sex was oozing out his pores and I was
soaking it all in.

“Before we get started Mr. can I get your
name?”

“My apologies for being rude. My name is
Gutta. Can you answer my question now?” “Yes Gutta, I am new to the
area. I initially moved here with my boyfriend but we broke up a
month after I got here. I have been here for a total of four months
and I haven’t had any luck. I used to fill the club up back in the
A where I’m from but I can show you better than I can tell
you.”

“Well show me what you got shorty.
Strawberry and Sassy, you ladies gone and head back to the floor
and I will call you back after a while.”

The girls both looked at me with an envious
fire in their eyes. I smirked at them both then headed over to the
stage. I started taking off my clothes before the girls left so
they can get a good look.

I wasn’t nervous at all dancing for Gutter.
He is very easy on the eyes and I must admit that he is looking
quite scrumptious in his all white linen suit and all white air
force ones. Right when I stepped on the stage the song switched and
Usher’s song “I Don’t Mind” began to play. I twirled around on the
pole slowly but sexy then stopped and made my legs and ass jiggle
in his direction. I was in that positions for a few seconds then I
switched it up. This time I grabbed the pole then turned my body
facing him and started squeezing my breast and licking my lips. I
saw the desperation in his eyes so I knew he wanted to touch
me.

I slowly slid down with my back touching the
pole and started patting my juice box then rubbing my pearl through
my panties. I was so juicy and getting hotter with every touch.
Gutta stood up and started walking towards me but I wasn’t through
with my show just yet. Before he could even make it to me I turned
over on all fours and started slapping my butt to make it shake
like jello.

I sat back on my legs Indian style then
started making my cheeks dribble one at a time. I felt Gutta reach
over and slap my cheeks then try to slide his hands between my legs
so I rose up to get out of his reach. That didn’t make things any
better because Gutta has some height on him so when I did finally
get all the way up my pussy was directly in his face. He grabbed
the front of my panties and pulled them to where my lips were
hanging from each side then slowly rubbed each one.

Gutta grabbed me around the thighs with both
hands then pulled me in closer to his face. My pussy had begun to
drip juices down my leg from the anticipation of his next move.
Gutta stuck out his tongue to lick his full lips then bit his
bottom lip. That one move turned me on so I began to wound my hips
like a snake a little bit harder. His head was moving forward inch
by inch and my lips were getting closer and closer to his face. I
wanted his tongue to taste them, to devour them, to take me to a
place where I haven’t been to a while.

Gutta stuck his tongue out and it was long
and fat. He laid his tongue flat and licked them both one by one. I
let out a soft moan then threw my leg over his shoulder. He stuck
his fingers on each side of my panties to slide them and flicked
his tongue fast on my clit. He took my leg from off his shoulder
then slid my panties off. Gutta stood there looking at my fat cat
and just shook his head.

“Lay down Hypnotic I’m about to taste this
pretty pussy.”

He reached into his pocket, pulled out some
swishers, and fired up a pre rolled blunt. I laid back on the stage
and spread my legs as far as they can go. I reached in between my
legs and touched my wetness. I used my left hand to circle my clit
while I slowly stuck one finger in. Gutter inhaled the blunt deeply
and removed my hands. He bent down towards my love box then blew
the smoke all over it. The sensation from his breath and the smoke
made an electric volt from my hips straight to my toes.

He slid his tongue from my crack to my pearl
several times. On the last time he did that he stopped at my clit
then started sucking it gently. I felt it swell and an
indescribable feeling welled up in the pit of my stomach. Gutta
stuck his tongue inside of my opening and started motioning
upwards. My legs started shaking, my breathing became harsh and
splash, I squirted all over his face. He continued licking and
sucking, biting and slurping, on my love bringing me to another
orgasm. He stood up with a crooked smile on his face then grabbed
my arm and guided me over to his chair, sat down then pulled me
onto his lap. I straddled him like a horse then began to grind on
him. His wood was on hard but I could tell that it was small. What
a waste of man.

I felt his chest going up and down and his
heartbeat quickened. I stood up and said, “Hold on baby. I have
some condoms in my bag that will give both of us a nut like never
before.”