Heated Nightz

Chapter 1
As the articles of clothing lay across the floor, the sounds of soft music over soft moans fill the air. The love affair between David and Natasha had been going on for some time now but would soon come to an end. Buck, Natasha’s husband, had caught wind of the affair through a reliable source and decided to find out for himself if there was any truth to the matter. Always an optimistic, he had given it the benefit of the doubt but something inside of him would not let it be. As he stands on the front porch of his home, thoughts consume his mind of what he would do if what he didn’t want to believe was true. He contemplates awhile longer then cocks his .45 caliber pistol and quietly enters the house. The front room is dimly lit by the street lights that shone through the windows, revealing clothing on the floor. Anger and anxiety takes over the life of him because the clothes that he saw did not belong to him. The music, followed by sensual moans quickly caught his ear and he made his way down the hall.
“Go deeper baby, please go deeper!” moans the voice of his wife Natasha from the bedroom as another familiar voice follows hers.
“How deep do you want it?” David asks as he plows into her womanhood causing her to moan louder.
“Yes baby yes!” she yells from the intensity of the pleasure.
Approaching the bedroom door and peering through the crack, he views his wife engaging in sexual acts with another man, a man he knows quite well. He falls back on the wall and begins to silently cry to himself but the tears are shorted lived as his pain turns into rage. With his gun in hand, he storms into the room causing the two to scramble in the bed.
“What the fuck is this? You fuckin’ my boss?” Buck blares in a jealous and bitter rage. They both sit quietly on the bed, one not caring to respond and the other afraid to.
“Somebody better answer me quick!” he shouts pointing the pistol at both of them. Fearing the worse, Natasha decides to be the voice of reason.
“Baby please calm down and relax, it is not what you think.” Natasha replies trying to sound as sympathetic as possible but knew it was getting her nowhere.
“It’s not what I think? Are you serious? I tell you what then, since it’s not what I think then I’ll let you explain it because to me it looked like this nigga had his dick deep in you! At least that’s what you were telling him to do!” Buck shouts growing furious by the second. He stood there wanting to let off a single shot into her forehead but maintained for the moment. David sits there without an ounce of compassion on his face. He really did not care about the fact of being caught or Buck shooting him because he knew that before the sun could rise, Buck would be a dead man. He listens to them argue as a smirk creeps upon his face, remembering his pistol was close by. Not wanting to draw any sudden attention to himself, he subtly tries to remove his gun from under the pillow but could not quite get to it.
“And what you got to say for yourself nigga?” Buck asks as he focuses his attention and weapon towards David.
“I ain’t got nothin’ to say and I hope you don’t think I’m apologizing for this. Your best bet is to kill me now and get it over with.” David replies emotionless.
“Don’t worry, the sun will rise and you’ll never get to see it.” Buck states as he walks over to David’s side of the bed, stares for a moment then pistol whips him across the face. Blood spews across the bed splattering Natasha as she begins to scream.
“Shut up! You screaming and you ain’t seen nothing yet!” Buck shouts. While David lay slump in the bed and slightly unconscious, he musters up enough strength and reaches for his gun underneath the pillow and retrieves it but keeps it concealed under the blanket. Tears stream down Buck’s face as he begins to lose his composure. Pacing back and forth, he starts to show his emotions and exchange words.
“And you, you say that you love me and this is how you show it by sleeping with another man in our home, in our bed and with our child just down the hall? What did I ever do to deserve such disrespect?” he asks while David begins to chuckle.
“You see something funny?” he asks David as he walks over and places the barrel of the gun to his head.
“To be honest, yea, actually I do. See niggas such as yourself, set yourselves up for situations like this and then when it unfolds in front of you, you can’t handle it. One thing you have to learn is that you can never please them. When you give them big things and they ain’t use to it, they look for bigger and better things. But when you can’t give them to her then she looks in bigger and better places.” David replies looking Buck square in the eyes.
“To hell with you!” Buck blares, pistol whipping David again leaving him dazed and delirious. As he tries to regain consciousness, his mind takes him back to the day the Johnson family moved onto his street, Tree St.


It was a hot summer day, June 17th, 2001, graduation day for David and a few members of “The Crew”. Spyda, Butta and himself, had just graduated from Lander University with Master Degrees in psychology and decided to host a cookout for the entire graduating class. The cookout was packed with people “The Crew” invited, from family and friends to whoever wanted to attend. David entertains several of his guests as “The Crew” sit around the card table playing spades.
“Say folk, I’m trying to elevate mind ya dig so Sonny spark that Kush you got.” Relic states as he shuffles the cards then passes them to Butta for a cut.
“Bet that up, I’m tryin’ to get it in myself folk.” Sonny replies removing the sack from his pocket.
“You know we can’t get it in right here folk. Boss would kill us…..literally.” Jasper states as he places his hand over the sack.
“Yea good thinkin’ ‘cause I was about to act up just now. Let me walk over and let him know what’s up.” Sonny says as gets up from the table and walks over to where David is talking with his best friend Raquel and her mother, Ms. Pearle.
“Hey how are y’all doin’?” Sonny politely asks as he approaches. Raquel and her mother smile while he and David shake hands. Sonny pulls him close and whispers in his ear.
“We gon’ be out front gettin’ it in boss that way we don’t disturb the guest.”
“Bet that up, I’ll be out there in a minute. I need a pick me up myself.”
“Say no more Boss. Excuse me ladies.” Sonny states as he smiles at the two ladies then heads to the front to join “The Crew”. David watches as he walks away then turns his attention back to Raquel and her mother.
“So tell me something David, are you planning to have your own private practice in the field of psychology?” Ms. Pearle asks before taking a sip of her drink.
“I’m not quite sure yet. I’m hoping to open my own practice if the grants that I applied for come through but if that don’t go the way I want it then I will be working at the Honeycomb Psychiatric Hospital.”
“Well whatever your plans are, I’m sure it will all work out in your favor.” Ms. Pearle says with a smile. She admired his work ethic and how he had overcome the struggles within himself and how at such a young age he handled wisdom, knowledge and understanding.
“Thank you Ms. Pearle.” He replies then smiles at Raquel. Her beauty astounded him but for the sake of their friendship they shared, he dared not to cross the line. She was 5’7”; light skinned and had a body that most women would kill for. She kept her hair in a tight short cut and her feet met the salon every three days. Every time he saw her he would just stare.
“David, another question boggles my mind. You and my daughter have been friends your entire lives and I’m just curious to know why you never dated?” Ms. Pearle asks smiling then takes another sip of her drink.
“Mama!” Raquel exclaims as her cheeks turn red and she becomes embarrassed.
“Well Ms. Pearle, Raquel is a beautiful and intelligent woman and any man would be lucky to have her but I value our friendship more than anything in this world and I would never do anything to jeopardize it.” He says with a smile and winks at Raquel as she bashfully smiles back.
“Well I think you two would make such a wonderful and lovely couple.” she replies.
“Well I'll keep that in mind ma'am. You two enjoy the rest of the cookout while I excuse myself for a moment.” he says before walking away. Raquel looks on after him as she wrestles the thoughts of him in her mind. Making his exit, he heads for the front to join his friends which are gathered on the porch. Many loved him because he was so charismatic and others adored him for what he stood for but she loved him for just being David.
“Let me ask you something boss and need you to keep it “G” with me.” Sonny says as David walks onto the porch.
“Go ‘head folk.”
“Have you ever, I mean ever, in anyway, been with Raquel?” All eyes stared in his direction waiting on an answer.
“Naw never folk, she’s more like a sister to me.” He replies grabbing the blunt from Sonny.
“This dude’s gay!” Relic shouts as they all begin to laugh together.
“Man I swear, if she ever gives a chance I would be all over her!” Butta exclaims.
“Bet that up folk!” Blocka agrees. They all laugh and joked about the situation for a few minutes until David turned the conversation into a more serious one. They all made sure they paid attention when he spoke because the operation could not take any shorts. Too much money and drugs were involved and the price to pay for any slip-ups would be at the expense of their lives.
“Y’all listen up. Since we shootin’ the breeze, I'm gonna go over tomorrows flight plans now. Sonny and Jasper go over to Pinewood and see Big Pat. The exchange is he gets ten Ki’s and you pick up $130,000.00. Then go over to Park Place, drop off six Ki’s and pick up $90,000.00. If Dank come up short then it's off with his head." David states taking a toke of the blunt before passing it to Relic.
"We got that boss." Jasper replies sitting reclined in his seat.
"Butta, Blocka, you two are goin' to Abbott Arms to drop off sixty Ki’s and pick up $780,000.00. After y'all make these drop offs and get that cash, come straight to the warehouse, no stops in between." David says sternly scanning their faces. They all knew it was better to jump off the overpass during rush hour traffic than to play around with his money in their possession.
"So what's your route for tomorrow boss?" Sonny asks leaning forward on the edge of his chair.
"You know I take Spyda and Relic to the Hillside with me to do this pick up."
"You still fuck with them clowns?"
"Money is boss in my world. I don't care how I get it as long as I get it." he replies with a smile. David was a real boss. He controlled the weight and the price of it. No one could argue about it because he was fair. The prices were cheap and the coke was the best you could find anywhere. Daily he would make guest appearances in different hoods just to check on things and to collect taxes. Each dealer would have to pay a tax of $20,000.00 or be cut off from the drug world and in Cayce the drug game was the only way to eat.
"Listen, I'm thinking of expanding the operation." David states while he rolls up.
"What you mean?" Jasper asks.
"We are 1500 strong just in this city plus each one of you got your own crew and that's entirely too many mutha fuckas in my city to feed. So I'm devising a plan to take over everything and everyone. I plan to run everything under the sun and there ain't one person that's gonna stop me."
"Yea I'm with that boss, I'm all in!" Blocka shouts jumping out of his seat. David goes deeper into detail while the news excites them. They all rejoiced over the business venture and discussed it as the blunts burned out and were replaced by new ones. The conversation grew so in depth that no one paid attention to the moving truck that pulled in next door. The driver hops out of the truck and heads over to the passenger side. Relic was the first to notice the big black figure. He stood 6'9" and looked to weigh every bit of 350lbs.
"Who the fuck is that?" Relic asks grabbing the attention of David and the rest of "The Crew".
"New neighbors I guess." David replies glancing in the direction of the truck.
"Look at that big black fucka folk!" Butta exclaims staring wide-eyed.
"He looks familiar to me but I can't place him right now." David states standing up to get a better view. David chunks up the deuce at him and the driver acknowledges him by nodding his head. He opens the door and out steps this beautiful woman.
"Damn!" They all exclaim staring and gawking at her beauty. She stood 5'1", light brown skin, long flowing black hair and had a body that the number eight envied. They both walked inside the house to look around as "The Crew" continues to stare. Slowly the image of the man starts to become clear to David but not as clear as he would like it to be.
"I'm ‘bout to see if my new neighbors need any help." David says going over to their house.
"Yea you gon' and do that I'ma be right here on the porch." Sonny chuckles, lying back in his seat. Now David wasn't really going over to help out but to get a better view of the two. Suspicion alerts his intuition and forces him to seek it out. As he reaches the yard, the couple is coming out of the house and sees him coming.
"What up folk, I'm David I live next door and just came to see if y'all needed some help and to introduce myself."
"Well it's nice to meet you David, I'm Natasha and this is my husband Buck. We appreciate the offer but I believe that we can manage." She says as she and David lock eyes for a moment.
"Aight. Bet that up then." David says before walking back to his house. He saw what he needed to and what he saw burned him within. He sat on the porch and rolled a blunt just for himself. He lights it, inhale deep and elevates his mind to higher heights. He knew he had seen the face before and seeing it up close confirmed the identity but he couldn't let his crew know right then so he decided to wait. The blunt became smaller and smaller with each toke and David grew higher as "The Crew" talked amongst themselves.
"So what it "G" like folk, you gon' hit that or what?" Sonny asks taking a seat next to him.
"Or what." David states inhaling deeply and smiles within.
"Let's head back to the cookout folk, we do have guest. We don't want to be rude."
"Boss, we are always, have been and always will be rude, so what's so different now?" Sonny smiles.
"Man get in the back." David replies while he laughs at his friend. They leave the front porch and head to the back yard to rejoin their guests. David takes a seat at the card table and is soon approached by Raquel. She was a beautiful young lady that could grab the attention of anyone just by the way she stood. A 5'7" statue that was brown as caramel and skin as smooth as butter. She wore her hair in a short cut and had a body that you would leave your wife for. "The Crew" admired her more than any female they ever came across and they envied David for his closeness with her and the fact he wouldn't take it any further.
"I need a favor "D"." she says placing her hand on his shoulder as she stood beside him.
"What's that?"
"I need a place to crash tonight. Danielle and Jasmine want to go out tonight but I don't want to come in my mama house that late."
"That's cool. You still got the key."
"Thanks baby, you're the greatest!" she exclaims as she hugs and kiss him on the cheek before heading back over to her friends. The cookout went on for several more hours before it started to die down and people began to leave. David sat in the chair at the card table with a stern look upon his face. Sonny and Butta noticed it but dared not to inquire about it.
"Say Boss, me, Relic and Jasper 'bout to head over to "The Locker Room" so we gon' get at you tomorrow folk." Spyda states to David as he stands to leave.
"Aight. Bet that up folk, don't be late."
"I'm never late, you that. 4-12."
"2-15-19-19." David replies never looking towards him or changing his expression.
"All day every day." The three replied as they departed. The silence was intense but was soon interrupted as David stood from the table.
"I need to see y'all for a minute so meet me inside." He walks away from the table and made his way inside his home. He grabs a cigar from the coffee table and lounged in his recliner. Back outside Blocka, Butta and Sonny sat at the table trying to figure out what was the problem.
"David just had this crazy look in his eyes, did you see it?" Butta asks.
"Hell yea I saw it so ain't no need to keep Boss waitin'.” Blocka replies.
"Yea you're right about that. Let's make a move inside." Sonny says. They all got up and went in the house. As they entered they find David smoking a cigar in his recliner.
"What's poppin' Boss?" Sonny asks, the three of them standing in the doorway.
"Y'all need to come in and have a seat." he replies blowing smoke in the air. Still with the same look upon his face from earlier, they did not hesitate to do as they were told.
"Now correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't Red Eye have a brother?"
"Yea Boss he does. He kinda looks...exactly like the dude that moved in earlier today!" Butta states wide-eyed.
"Exactly see I picked up on that earlier. That's why I went over there because I couldn't make out his face from the porch. While y'all were watchin' his ol' lady, I was watching him."
"But what would possess him to move next door to you though?" Blocka asks rolling a blunt.
"I don't know but I got a plan for him though."
"What you mean?"
"Listen, a nigga will tell his bitch any and everything so I'ma bait her into a trap plus I saw the way they were dresses so I know he needs money. Ain't no nigga with money gon' be moving his own shit so sooner or later he's gonna need work." David says putting his cigar in the ashtray.
"I still don't get it." Butta states with confusion on his face.
"Let me give you a lesson. When money is low, women go looking for greener grass. She's gonna come knockin' trying to get at me because it ain't hard to see I'm getting' it. So she's either gonna get at me trying to scheme on my bread or she's gonna manipulate her way into getting him some work and I'm gonna reel her in. Grease her palms with a lil' money and sleep with her a few times and she'll start spillin' everything." David replies with a grin on his face.
"You're a genius David." Blocka says firing up the blunt and putting it in rotation. David continues to discuss the contents of the details with his crew as time passes and the room fills with smoke.
"Baby I'm about to go." Raquel says entering the room.
"Bet that up. Call me if you need me."
"OK "D"." she says leaving the house. Dead silence fills the air until they heard the door close then it was quickly broken.
"Are you sure you ain't hittin' that?" Sonny asks sitting on the edge of his seat waiting for an entertaining answer.
"I told several times folk, you know I ain't got to lie on my shit."
"I don't know 'bout that man, you two are a lil' too friendly if you ask me." Sonny replies with his arms folded lying back on the sofa.
"I'm friendly with your moms but you don't question me about that." David mouths off causing the room to burst in laughter. As they sat in the living room laughing, joking and telling stories the time passed ever so quickly. Before they knew it, it's 3:00am and Raquel just came in from the club. She goes to the kitchen for a glass of water and hears them across the hall and decides to go over and interject.
"Damn, you guys still in here talking about that old dumb shit?" she asks with a cute giggle.
"Naw we just in here talkin' 'bout you!" Sonny exclaims as they all laugh.
"Whatever nigga, you wish you had a story about me." she replies then turns to David.
"Baby can I see you in your room for a minute please." she asks leaning against the wall.
"Yea I'll be there in a minute. You niggas need to ride anyway; you know we got work in the morning."
"You right Boss, we 'bout to breakout." Butta says as David prepares to walk them to the door.
"Y'all "G" safe out there folk and don't forget, the warehouse at 9:00pm tomorrow. Bag 'em and tag 'em.
"Aight folk, bet that up." Sonny replies as they all pile into their cars and drive off. David closes the door and begins the walk down the hall to his bedroom.
"Scooter!" he shouts as he walks into his bedroom but doesn't see her.
"I'm in here baby!" she yells from the bathroom while he takes a seat on the bed.
"You remember when you gave me that name?" she asks emerging from the bathroom wearing one of his T-shirts.
"Yea, we were in the 2nd grade and you wanted a scooter so bad that you would talk about it all day. So I was like that's what I'm gonna call you from now on."
"Those were the days. I remember when we were ten years old and you actually bought me my first scooter and you never told me how or where you got the money." she states as she crawls into bed and gets next to him.
"It was never meant for you to know."
"I know now but it doesn't matter to me what it is that you do. I just want to know why."
"What you mean why?" he asks looking confused.
“Why did you spend your money on a scooter for me?” she asks staring into his eyes. 
"My dad always taught me if you find something precious and worthy of your time and money then you do whatever you need to, to care for it."
"So if you feel that way then why haven't you asked me to be yours?" she asks while David sits with a smug look upon his face.
"Look, I love you more than I'm supposed to but I don't want to lose you to anything. I'm not built for long relationships and I'll die before ever hurt you."
Raquel was so overwhelmed with alcohol and emotions that she jumps on top of him and begins to kiss him in a passionate way and he returns the gesture. Her tongue slips into his mouth as she tastes his chocolate lips and he tastes her sweet saliva. The kissing causes them to lose control and David begins to grip her big, round apple ass.
"Grab this ass like you want it baby, it's all yours. No man has ever touched me in the way that I want you to touch me." she whispers in his ear while she unzips his pants and grabs his manhood. The feel of it gave her great shock and excitement.
"Damn baby, I never knew your dick was so big!" she exclaims in a whisper.
"Yes 'Quel, stroke that dick baby, stroke it like you want it!" David exclaims getting lost in the moment. The passion flows while things grow intense. Both display the love that they have for each other and get overtaken.
"Wait! No! Fuck! What are we doin'?" he asks in shock pushing her off of him. The moment that was just filled with passion has turned awkward.
"What's wrong David? I want you and I know that you want me." she says in a state of shock and frustration.
"Scooter I love you but I told you that I don't want to lose to you anything in this world and I meant that." Pissed off at him she scoffs and hops out of bed to leave the room. As she reaches the door, she turns towards him and stares.
“You know, most niggas don't value their friendship with a female and would have taken advantage of what just happened between us but you, you're not like that and it makes me want you more." she says before walking down the hall. David sits on the bed feeling confused and turned on by what just happened. He decides it's best that he leaves the house and clear his head. Grabbing his keys off the night stand, he heads down the hall. As he reaches the den of his home, he catches a glimpse of her sitting on the couch.
Damn she is so beautiful. I should just go over there and give her what she wants. He thinks to himself but leaves instead. Out the house, in his car and down the street he goes. Admiring the beauty of Cayce at night, he begins to think about his life and his parents that died in a car crash. He thought about the life he has chosen and all that he has lost in between, the wars and beefs he's had with other gangs. Reaching in the ashtray he pulls out a half smoked blunt, sparks it and pulls hard on it inhaling deep. The THC rushes to his brain causing him to reflect deeper, deeper on the life that lies in front of him.

"Look Buck, you need to do something about getting some money in this fuckin' house!" Natasha shouts from the kitchen.
"What the fuck you think I'm tryin' to do?" he asks from the living room.
"I don't know what you're trying to do but you need to do it fast!" she shouts not noticing him walk in the kitchen.
"I can't get no money with Dracc. Them niggas done dead me off for gettin' money with them Arabs."
"Well get with them Arabs again then shit! We got bills, a child and I'm trying to finish school! And why we moved here in the first place?" she asks turning towards him with her arms folded.
"Look, I know we got bills and a child to take care of but bitch you goin' to school ain't my damn problem and I moved here for a good reason. It's a favor for my brother."
"Bitch? You got the right one now; I'll kill you in your sleep if you ever call me out my name again. Believe that." she says grabbing the butcher knife and aiming it towards him. Buck sits at the table and stares at her as if she had gone crazy.
"I need to holla at your brother and get a favor for myself if that's how it is."
"What you mean you gon' holla at my brother for a favor? What favor you need?" he asks stepping in front of her as if they were sworn enemies.
"Just what I said, I'ma get at him." she replies mushing and brushing passed him then takes a seat at the kitchen table. As an uncontrollable thought enters her mind, she acts on it as she turns to him.
"Look baby, you need to get with that dude next door because he's gettin' money."
"I thought about that and I'ma holla at him real soon." Buck replies as the initial plan of him moving next door flow through his mind.
"Forget soon, you need to holla at him ASAP!" she exclaims getting up from the table and walking down the hall to the bathroom. He was left at the table with a feeling of guilt and begins to ponder on his life's failures. Gazing into the mirror at herself, Natasha thinks about how differently her life would be if she would have never met Buck. Coming from the middle of the road, white-bred America, she thought it would be new to date someone from another class and walk of life. They met and shared their lives together and by him being a street hustler, she just knew that the money would never stop. But the money dried up quickly and so did her concerns for their relationship.
"Sorry ass dude can't keep a steady flow of money. But you know what, fuck him. If he doesn't want to take care me like I want him to then I'll find someone that will." As the pain and resentment builds inside of her, a life is being reborn. A life she never wanted to go back to, a life she left long ago...the life of a whore.
Now sitting on the couch and still thinking about his shipwrecked life, Buck pulls out a plastic bag from his pocket, kisses it and throws it on the table.
Man I know how to mess up. I never thought Red Eye would find out that I was sellin' his bricks and workin' with them Arabs uptown. Hopefully this move pans out and puts me back into position and makes things right between us but I can't believe he wants me to infiltrate Folk Nation. This is a kamikaze mission; if I get caught I could lose my life and cost my family theirs. Damn I hope I don't fail. He thinks to himself staring at the plastic bag on the table. Gathering the building blocks of his mind but somehow he just couldn't get the pieces together so he looks for answers inside the plastic bag.
"My favorite white girl." he states picking up the bag and kissing it. He pours out enough cocaine on the table for a four line break-up then reaches in his pocket for his rolled up dollar bill.
"Make daddy feel good." he says to the powder before snorting it. As he finishes the fourth line he falls back on the couch just as Natasha walks in to find the residue and the bag on the table.
"What the fuck is this? What are you doing?" she asks infuriated as she picks up the bag and looks at him.
"Tryin' to kiss the clouds."
"Oh...Well can I kiss them with you?" she asks as he leans up and smiles at her.
"Sure you can." he replies taking the bag from her and pouring out the rest of the powder onto the table. He never thought that she would approve of his habit let alone want to join him and the thought of it turned him on. He passes her the dollar bill and she begins to snort the coke as if her nose was a Hoover vacuum. She gets up from the floor sits next to him on the couch and begins to caress her breasts.
"I love kissing the clouds baby." she moans.
"That's good because I do too but not as much as I like kissin' your pussy."
"I love it when you say nasty shit like that to me." she replies taking off her clothing. She spreads her legs wide on the couch as he begins to gently kiss both of her legs, making his way to her love box. Taking his tongue, he gently glides it over her clit as she trembles with pure sensation.
"My pussy is so hot and wet baby." she moans stroking her finger in and out of her nature as Buck watches her. Natasha's moans excite him and her fingers stimulate her while her tongue massages her nipples.
"You said you like to eat it right?"
"Yea Tash, you know that." Buck says choking on his words from the show she was putting on.
"Well...come eat this pussy then." she commands as she spreads her lips wide open for him. He starts licking the clitoris slow and sensual then advances to a sucking action. Her body shakes and trembles from the satisfaction that he was giving her. She continues to play with her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples while Buck enjoys her love below. Seconds turn into minutes as minutes turn into ecstasy. She grinds his face and grips her breasts as the sensation grows severe and takes over her body.
"This shit feels so good baby! Don't stop, please don't stop!" she shouts just as he sticks three fingers inside of her.
"I'm cumin'! Oh fuck I’m cumin'!" she exclaims while Buck continues to finger her passion and suck her clit. She goes wild and he drinks her nectar as she squirts on his face.
"Did you enjoy that baby?" he asks watching her convulse.
"You know I did!" she shouts trying to fight herself to stop shaking but there was no use. Her orgasms sent mini earthquakes throughout her body. Buck broke up more lines of coke as Natasha gathered herself together. He had X-rated plans for the night and she knew it. She slid back into her shirt and watches as he snorts a line.
"You want to kiss the clouds again baby?" he asks turning towards her. She grabs the dollar and kisses the clouds like never before. They snorted the dust until they faded the night away.

After his long ride around the city, David decides to head home for a little rest. With another long day ahead of him and only a few hours before it's time to punch the time clock again; his only motivation is his money. The money turned him on almost to the point that he has a fetish for it in some strange way. Pulling into the driveway he notices the light is still on in the den.
Damn, she is still up. He thought as he turns the car off. He gets out and heads inside to find her fast asleep on the couch. David walks over and covers her with a blanket then turns off the television and the lamp. He kisses her on the forehead then goes into his bedroom. Lying across the bed he recaps the day and thinks about tomorrow’s business. As the day turns into night and the night turns into day, it brings along old drama and new business. To some it's not worth dying for but for David...it was a way of life.

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