Pussy Trap 4: The Shadow Of Death Part 22

Ambush Baseem walked into the lobby of Simone's office building with one mission on his mind. He was trying to lock her down and moving slow was getting him nowhere. He needed to seal the deal and he knew just what he needed to do.

"Simone Bivings," he said to the receptionist, lowering his gaze as he peered into her eyes.

"Is she expecting you?" the young woman looked up at him with a slight thirst.

"I hope not," he said, pulling a few hundred from his pocket and sliding it toward her.

"She has a meeting in thirty minutes; but if you hurry, you can catch her," she smiled as she slid him a visitor's pa.s.s.

"Thank you," he said, taking the pa.s.s and heading toward security.

"My pleasure," she responded, looking around her high desk; her eyes roamed over his frame as he walked away. All she could do was shake her head.

Baseem exited the elevator, walked down the long shiny hallway and through the small crowds that moved around busily making sure their clients' money was in the right place at the right time. When he looked over at her secretary's desk and saw an empty chair, he moved swift to her door, walked in, and closed and locked it behind him.

Simone looked up from her computer and her mouth almost hit the desk. "What are you doing?" she mouthed.

"Shhhh..." Baseem put his finger up to his mouth as he walked around her desk.

"Yes, I'm listening," she said into the receiver as Baseem pulled her from her chair.

Simone stared him in the eyes as she divided her attention between his forceful hands that where caressing her body and her client on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I can put together a portfolio that will double that amount in thirty days," she said as Baseem sat her on the desk and pulled her legs apart.

Simone's eyes got big when he sat in her chair and reached up under her skirt. "Please hold," she managed to say as he reached over and hit the hold b.u.t.ton.

"What are you doing?" she pushed at his hands.

"About to have lunch with you...get back to your call; you missing that money," he said, pulling at her panties.

Simone was about to say something when her phone buzzed, reminding her that a caller was on hold. "h.e.l.lo, uh...yes. I need to set up a meeting so we can go over the strategy. Is Friday at twelve good? " she asked, hoping to get rid of the caller; however, he went on a rant. She pressed the phone to her ear looking down at Baseem's tongue as he ran it over her c.l.i.t nice and slow.

"Okay," she responded hurriedly to the caller while trying to fight the sensations Baseem was sending all through her body.

Once he had her squirming, he locked her legs in his grip and went in placing his mouth over her c.l.i.t and sucking hard, causing her legs to shake. It was just as he thought; her ridged a.s.s was very o.r.g.a.s.mic. He was about to give her exactly what she needed.

"I have an emergency. I have to call you right back," she hung up not waiting for a response.

Simone placed her hand on top of Baseem's head and tried to wiggle away as her contractions came on strong. "Oh, my G.o.d," she moaned as she began to release in his mouth.

Baseem continued to suck as her juices ran down his chin. He looked up and smiled as she tried to regain her composure. He ran his tongue up and down her lips, playing in her sticky pleasure. Baseem rose to his feet and kissed her pa.s.sionately.

Simone put her head back and let him have whatever he wanted.

"Mrs. Bivings, your two o'clock meeting is about to start and your client is on his way up on the elevator," her secretary yelled through her intercom.

"Okay," she reached over and hit the b.u.t.ton as she tried to push Baseem back and get off the desk.

"You lucky as h.e.l.l," Baseem said as she hurried around the desk to the small bathroom in her office; closing the door hard. Baseem grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk and dabbed his chin, then sat back in the chair. "Mission accomplished."

Simone stood in the bathroom trying to internalize what had just happened. She had to smile at his c.o.c.kiness. She shook her head as she washed up then hurried out of her bathroom. "You are so wrong," she said, walking around her desk trying to grab her files.

Baseem smiled as he headed to the bathroom. When he returned, she was standing there with her hand on her hip. "Your p.u.s.s.y tastes good, baby," he said, walking up on her and taking her in his arms; kissing her again.

"Baseem, please...I have to go," she said, then heard a knock on her door. "See," she said with raised eyebrows.

"You so scary; you need to let me get back under this skirt," he stole another kiss while sliding his hands over her b.u.t.t.

Simone pulled back, grabbing his wrist. "Behave," she warned, s.n.a.t.c.hing the door open and moving into the hallway. As she reached her a.s.sistants desk her appointment was coming down the hall fast and focused.

"I'm ready. Sorry for my lateness. I had to finish up with a client. Good afternoon, I'm Ms. Bivings," she said extending her hand.

"Good afternoon," Mr. Fucciano said as he took her hand into his then placed a single kiss on her knuckles. "No problem at all. I just arrived. I heard you are the best I will follow your lead," he tipped his hat.

"Great come this way," she instructed.

"I'll catch you later, thanks for lunch," Baseem said with a s.e.xy gaze then kissed her lips.

"Have a great day sir." She said to Baseem as she turned in the opposite direction.

"Come this way so I can show you what to do with this money," Simone walked into her office with a very satisfied smile on her face.

Baseem hopped in his truck smiling from ear to ear. He picked up the phone and dialed Kayson.

"What's up?" Kayson asked as he stacked bills in his wall safe.

"Something big just fell in our lap."

"Is that right?"

"h.e.l.l yeah. I know how they moving that money," he said as he bent the corners.

"Meet me in Jersey," Kayson said as he closed the safe.

"Heading to the tunnel now." Baseem hung up as he tried to calm his excitement. After all this time Mr. Fucciano was right up under their nose.

Chapter 25.

Calculated Movement Yuri stepped quickly through the casino lobby heading toward her suite. She marched proud in her all-white pants suit and emerald green six-inch stilettos and her medium sized silver briefcase. She had met Kayson at this spot three times while moving the money she got from the hits and making the final adjustments to the plan. This night was set to be the final meeting before things became turbulent.

Yuri tipped lightly to her room thinking about the meal she ate with Kayson the last time he was in town. She reminisced about the way his soft lips approached the folk and moved perfectly. Yuri took pride in being able to make him laugh which gave her a small glimmer of light and she was going to test his gangsta tonight.

Yuri walked into the room, hit the lights and placed the briefcase on the table and her light jacket on the chair. She moved to the bathroom to freshen up before the Boss, who doesn't do late, was at her door.

When Yuri exited the bathroom, she rubbed her hands together in antic.i.p.ation. She tried to shake her nerves, but couldn't; just the idea of being next to him had her feeling like she was a virgin all over again. As she moved to the wet bar to pour herself a drink, a pattern of knocks rang out on the door.

"s.h.i.t," Yuri jumped, and then headed to see who was there. She looked out the peephole then unlatched the locks as the b.u.t.terflies in her stomach did the shimmy.

"Good evening," she said softly as he pa.s.sed through the doorway.

"Good evening," Kayson responded, heading into the room.

"Please have a seat," she offered, closing the door.

Kayson moved to a chair at the dining table and sat back.

"I have everything on the table and I believe after that, we are done until the next deal," she said as she moved to the bar to get a drink.

"Be you with me tonight," Kayson said, stopping her in her tracks.

"Excuse me?"

"Why you use liquor to mask your mode? Just be you," he said from his seated position.

Yuri walked over to where he sat and stood directly in front of him. "Can I sit on your lap while I'm trying to be me?" she rubbed down the side of his face speaking a little over a whisper.

"This is a big girl's seat; you gotta be able to handle about this much d.i.c.k to ride this ride," he held his hand far apart.

"I think I can handle it," she said, straddling his lap and pushing her c.l.i.t right up against his thickness.

"Why is it your personal quest to f.u.c.k me?" Kayson rested his hands on her thighs, looking deep into her eyes.

"I want to feel you inside me," she rubbed her hands over his, then brought her nose under his chin and breathed in his aroma. "I want to know why these women bow to you. I want you to make me understand why that b.i.t.c.h is so loyal to you," she whispered in his ear as he allowed the Enforcer to join her illusion.

Yuri grinded slowly against him, stimulating her c.l.i.t till it began to throb. She looked him in the eyes as the tension from his zipper and throbbing d.i.c.k caused little contractions to take over her c.l.i.t. Yuri grinded a little faster as the excitement of his size forced her movements.

"Is that what you think? You think d.i.c.k makes them obey me?" Kayson asked, allowing her hands to have the pleasure most woman only dream of.

"I know that's what it is," she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breast to his chest. Her whole existence was on fire as she was finally in the position she had been fantasizing about for months.

"Let me show you something," Kayson said, removing her arms from his neck just as she was on the brink of wetting his jeans. He rushed her over to the wall placed her hands on the wall above her head and spread her legs.

Yuri's breaths quickened as his hands did whatever they wanted with her body. Kayson rested the rock right between her b.u.t.t cheeks and she arched her back to feel his heat.

"You think you can handle being on a Boss's team?"

"Yes..."

"You gotta be willing to do whatever I need, whenever I need it," his words eased over her ear and neck as her mouth craved to taste him.

"Whatever you need," she panted as his hands rose up her stomach and rested on her breast.

"And you think that he can make you do what I need you to do?" he asked as his hand griped the opening in the back of her jumper and pulled it at the material tearing it and exposing her perfect caramel a.s.s cheeks. Her all-white G-string rested between the crack accentuating her s.e.xy.

"I know he will," she mumbled, gasping for air as his hand slid up her chest and around her throat.

Kayson pulled at her panty string causing it to pop back in place. Yuri welcomed the sting and tooted her booty a little more; she wanted him to know he could get it.

"You ain't ready for this, baby," Kayson stated firmly. "This d.i.c.k gotta be earned," He said, leaning into her. "That b.i.t.c.h, as you like to call her, is not loyal to me because of what I do with this d.i.c.k. She is loyal because of what I won't do with it," he released Yuri from his grip and stepped back.

Yuri turned around holding her clothes together.

"I'll be in touch," he turned around real smooth heading to the door. "Hold on to that money for me. I'll tell you when I need it," he continued out the door.

Yuri watched as he exited the room and instead of feeling insulted, she felt an intense thirst for him. After tonight, she knew that the power he possessed wasn't just between his legs and she wanted him to pour it all over her entire existence.

Chapter 26.

Heated Kayson drove through the streets of New York looking at the people hustle around trying to get closer to their dreams. He thought back to when he was in the streets hustling around from one block to the next. Now he had a team of men ready to give their lives for that same hustle. Kayson thought about how he had moved so far away from the hustle and now he was back street level.

"This can't be what this s.h.i.t is about," he thought as he realized he was back to where he had started from. The streets knew his reputation well; but they didn't have a recent reminder that he built this s.h.i.t. Kayson vowed that from this day forward, he was going to let it be known who the f.u.c.k he was.

He pushed on through the streets watching as the sun began to leave the sky. He was trying to find some calm to release the anger in his heart. He brought up memories of the children which brought him a small amount of solace and in those seconds, the flashes of the next n.i.g.g.a f.u.c.king his wife almost damaged the love he had built for her. He then saw KoKo's smile followed by the sound her of laughter; which moved the images and his reason why he breathed each breath came clear to his mind. His anger began to slowly simmer and just when he started to relax the crease in his forehead, his cell went off.

"h.e.l.lo."

"Where you at Boss?" Baseem said into the receiver with a little urgency in his tone.

"Why what's up?"

"We gotta call a meeting. These n.i.g.g.as think we playin'. We got a little rivalry in the ranks."

"Where you at?" Kayson asked, turning the corner.

"We at the pool hall."

"I'm on my way."

"Nah, we good; we got it. I was just putting you down," Baseem tried to redirect the energy.

"I ain't ask you s.h.i.t. Be ready to open the door when I get there," Kayson disconnected the call.

Kayson walked through the door of the pool hall and everything fell silent. He looked down at his watch then scanned the room. "I'm the only m.u.t.h.af.u.c.ka in this room that can afford to play games. A broke man is always working on strategy, but a comfortable man will always stay broke," he shot his eyes around the room once more connecting with his head men.