The Kat Trap

“And you never will,” I said, lookin’ over at the clock while getting up to go into the bathroom. We been on the phone for almost forty-five minutes talkin’ ’bout shit, I thought. “Look, trick, love ya, but I got shit to do. I’ll hit you when I get home.”

“Fuck you, too,” she said.

“I’ll be sure to,” I replied, laughin’. We hung up, then I jumped in the shower, rinsed my ass and pussy real good. When I was done, I dried myself off, took another one of the hotel’s plush white towels and wrapped it around my body, then lay across the bed. I needed a power nap.

At ten p.m., I was in my target’s room with my legs spread wide and bent at the knees, lyin’ in the middle of his bed. I pressed the back of my head into the pillow and arched my back, palmin’ the back of this nigga’s smooth bald head as he ate my pussy inside out. The muhfucka’s lips were heaven—soft, warm, and wet, and felt so damn good on my pussy. He dipped his tongue in, then flicked it across my clit a few times, then darted it back into my pussy.

“Yeah, nigga, just like that,” I moaned. “Make me cum, daddy…yes, ooh…fuck me with your tongue, nigga.” I pumped my pussy in his face, wrapped my legs around his neck, then begged him to fuck me deep. He flicked my clit with his thumb, then his tongue. He slathered my pussy lips with his wet mouth, then lapped up my kat juice the minute my slit started leakin’. The nigga was teasin’ me, makin’ my pussy churn. “Mmmm…oh, yes! Get all up in that pussy…make it nut, nigga…oh, yes!” I moaned again. “Feed my pussy, nigga.”

He stuck two thick fingas in me, pressin’ on my clit, flickin’ his tongue while finger-fuckin’ me. He moaned and slurped my pussy until I came in his mouth.

“Damn, baby, you taste good,” he said, swallowin’ my sweet cum, then lickin’ his slick, sticky lips. That’s right, muhfucka, good to the last drop, I thought, studyin’ him as he got up from between my legs.

“It feels even better,” I said, gettin’ on my knees and spreadin’ open my ass cheeks. I wanted him poundin’ my pussy with his thick, long dick. “Come fuck my pussy,” I said, lookin’ over my shoulder as he rolled a Magnum down on his dick, which was smooth with big veins and curved to the right. The nigga slid his dick in, then fucked me from the back, deep and hard. “That’s all you got, nigga? When you gonna fuck me, huh, muhfucka? Make my pussy nut, nigga. Make me feel the dick, punk.”

“Yeah, you a nasty, shit-talkin’ ho,” he said, slappin’ my ass. My pussy grabbed his dick. He slapped my ass again. My pussy grabbed his dick again. “Oh, you like a nigga slappin’ ya ass, huh?” He pulled his dick out to the head, tip-drilled my hot hole, then plunged his dick back in me. I threw my ass up at him, backed my pussy onto his dick. “That’s right,” he said, slappin’ my ass again, “fuck this big, black dick. Work that ass up on this dick.”

“Stop teasin’ me, nigga. I’m still waitin’ for you to fuck me. Don’t be scared. Beat this pussy up, muhfucka.”

The more shit I talked, the harder he worked to rip my insides out. The nigga was fuckin’ me so damn good, and grabbin’ me by the back of the head. I had to keep pushin’ his hands off my hair in fear he was gonna yank my wig off. I hated to have this fuck session end. I glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:50 p.m.

I straddled him and started ridin’ his dick, bouncin’ up and down on it. “Damn, fuck that dick, bitch,” he said, reachin’ around me and slappin’ me on the ass. “Give me that wet pussy. Yeah, that’s right, bitch, yeah…just like that. You like this big dick?”

“Yeah, nigga,” I moaned, slammin’ down on his dick. “This dick feels good.”

It was ten o’ clock. I had to hurry this along. “You like this tight pussy? You wanna nut up in my pussy, muhfucka?”

“Oh, shit. Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Ride that dick. You want me to bust this hot nut in your guts?” he asked, squeezin’ my ass cheeks together to clamp around his cock. “Gotdamn,” he groaned, “you got some good muhfuckin’ pussy. That’s right, make it grab my dick.”

“Cum for me, daddy. Give me that nut, baby,” I begged, squeezin’ my pussy. “Oh, yeah.”

“It’s comin’. It’s comin’. It’s comin’.”

I galloped harder.

“Give it to me, muhfucka. Yeah, baby, give me that hot nut.”

“Mmmm, fuck. You ridin’ the shit outta that dick.”

The minute he closed his eyes and twisted his face, I leaned over, and pulled my Glock out from underneath the mattress where I hid it when he went into the bathroom. “Make that dick shoot for me, muhfucka. Uh, shit. Give me that nut, nigga.”

“I’m cuummm—” Theessrrpp! I shot his ass between the eyes. A pool of blood seeped out from the back of his head. I climbed off him, pulled off the condom, then wiped him down. When I finished removin’ the sheets and wipin’ off any remainin’ traces of my presence, I dipped outta his room and quietly took the elevator back up to my suite on the eighth floor. It was ten-thirty. I flipped open my cell and dialed.

“What’s good?”

“I know why the caged bird sings.”

“That’s wassup. I’ll get at ya.”

“Bet,” I said, shuttin’ my phone, then headin’ for the shower.

CHAPTER SIX

“You have a collect call from…Naheem…at the Wyoming Correctional Facility. To accept this call, please do not use three-way or call waiting features or you will be disconnected. To accept this call…” I waited for the computerized recording to finish, and pressed one. “Hello?”

“Aye, yo…’bout time ya ass is pickin’ up. What, you ain’t got no love for a nigga? I’ve been tryna get at you for a minute, but you ain’t never home. What’s good with you? I hear you out there doin’ big things, shinin’ and flossin’ and got every nigga from here to Miami tryna get at your sexy ass.”

I started laughin’. “You silly. Niggas ain’t checkin’ for me like that. It ain’t even that serious. I’m chillin’. Yeah, it’s been a while since we’ve talked. And nigga, you know I’ma always have love for you. I’m just doin’ me.”

“Yeah, aiight. I can’t tell. I don’t get no letters, no visits, nothin’ from you. I thought we were bigger than that. I mean, damn! I know I’m not ya man ’n shit no more, but I’m sayin’…shoot a nigga a kite from time to time.”

Humph. I wish the fuck I would. “You already know how I feel ’bout those visits. I’m not with ’em. And I ain’t beat for writin’ letters. I accept ya collects, so be thankful.”

“Oh, word. It’s like that now? When I was out on the bricks you wasn’t talkin’ all slick ’n shit. Now a nigga on freeze and you all brand-new. I see how you doin’ it. It’s all good, though. A nigga ain’t gonna be down for long. The minute I touch, shit gon’ change. And you better have that pussy nice and tight, too. I don’t want you givin’ up my pussy to none of them punk-ass niggas.”

I sighed. “Whatever, nigga!” I said angrily. “Why must we go through this shit every time you call? I didn’t get ya ass locked up, you did. Perhaps ya didn’t get the memo. So, let me give it to ya now: I ain’t no little-ass girl anymore. You can’t spit that shit to me and think it’s gonna be sweet. I’ma fuck who I wanna fuck.”

“Yeah, aiight,” he said, soundin’ tight. I could tell by the tone in his voice that the idea of me ridin’ another nigga’s dick was a bit much for him. “So who you fuckin’?”

“None of ya muhfuckin’ business, that’s who,” I said, rollin’ my eyes.

He started laughin’. “Yeah, aiight. I’ma see what’s really good with you in a minute, baby. Believe that. Fuck ’round and I’ma have another case.”

Whatever! He’s been sayin’ that “in a minute” mess for almost five damn years, and his ass was still sittin’ behind bars and barbed wire. I don’t know what kinda time clock he was usin’ but he needed a reality check, and quick. The nigga wasn’t punchin’ out anytime soon. I glanced at my 18kt timepiece dipped in ice. This nigga is burnin’ my jack with his bullshit, I thought. I really ain’t beat for this shit tonight. He got two more minutes, then I’ma bang on his ass. “Naheem, is there somethin’ you want? ’Cause if not, it’s been real. I got shit to do, so—”

“Aye, yo…what’s good with ya peoples?” he asked, cuttin’ me off. “I hear they out there real reckless with theirs.”