The King Of The South (3 page)

“Yo, I respect that, brah, and you know I ain’t trying to take my nigga off his dean. How Pac said it? My nigga hit the pen and now no sinning is the game plan, I ain’t mad at cha.” King stuck out his fist and Kareem pounded him up.

“Aight enough of that then, let’s go to the mall. But just know I’m going to at least swing by the spot and get my dick sucked afterwards, because them hoe’s already been paid.” King added.

When King and Kareem pulled up to the mall, the shopping center was packed with people. Sunday was a day that everyone came to North Lake mall to hang out. It was now considered the black mall since the city had shutdown Eastland Mall, which was where all the black people used to shop and hang out.

King and Kareem could barely make it to the stores without being stopped by someone who knew either one or both of them. Charlotte was indeed his city, and King made sure to stop and show love to all, as if he was some politician running for city council. King understood how important it was to have the everyday common folks, as well as the street hustlers on his team. He could never know when he would need either or both. Many of the old Charlotte hustlers had beat cases, simply because the jury had one or two blacks on it who respected the hustlers that had shown love to them and their communities. King’s father had made sure he understood that.

When they finally made it to DTLR, King pulled the chocolate store clerk with the million-dollar smile to the side. “Look, I need you to hook my dude up with all the latest shit. Now I know him, he ain’t going to want to spend no money, because he cheap, even with my bread. So don’t say nothing about the price, just put him a fly wardrobe together and I’ll take care of it.”

King passed the lovely young lady three brand new one hundred dollar bills. “Now this is just for you, so hook my boy up right and I’ll be back.”

King told Kareem he was going to run down to Footlocker and see if one of his old flames still worked there. He hadn’t seen Tiffany in a while, but he was in the mood for some of that masterful head game she possessed. If he played his cards right, he might convince her to take a quick lunch break go to the parking lot with him and remind him of her talents in his SUV. That way, he wouldn’t have to worry about the strippers that were sitting and waiting on the other side of town.

King’s face lit up when he entered the store and saw Tiffany helping a group of young cats pick out some shoes. She was still looking good, and his dick was getting hard just thinking about her juicy lips and warm mouth around his pole. Their eyes met, and from Tiffany’s smile, he could tell she was just as happy to see him. She grabbed one of the other sales associates and asked her to take over for her, and she made her way over to King, who was acting like he was so interested in the display wall.

“Hey stranger, long time no hear from,” Tiffany said, seemly interrupting King from his eye shopping.

King turned to her smiled, and then looked back at the display like he was really trying to buy something. “Yeah, it has been a minute. I swung by here a couple of times, but you wasn’t working. I wanted to give you my new number.

“King, stop lying. I’m a manager, so I work nearly every day, and why wouldn’t you just text it to me?” Tiffany asked with a curious smile.

“Well, my phone was stolen and I hadn’t backed up the info. I’m telling you, I came by and I even asked homeboy where you was at.” King pointed at a male associate who walked out of the stockroom. King signaled for the young guy, hoping that he understood man code.

“Hey brah, didn’t I come by last week looking for her?”

The guy looked like a deer caught in headlights for a moment, but then his testosterone must have kicked in, because he smiled and shook his head yes. “Yeah, I thought I told you someone came by looking for you, Tiff.” The young salesmen added, helping King’s story out.

“You see that Tiffany? Now I’m hurt that you didn’t believe me. Come on, where is my apology?” King asked as if he was in the right the whole time.

“Whatever, King, and whatever to you too, Tony.” Tiffany responded.

King sat there for another twenty minutes talking and trying to convince Tiffany to yield to his plan. It took her a while, but she finally broke down and gave into King’s pleas. Deep down inside, even though see knew King was somewhat playing her, she also knew that having someone like him on her side would pay off, if and when she ran into financial trouble. Also, she did like the bragging rights that came along with telling her girls she was fucking with King.

King hit the unlock button twice on his key chain, opening all the doors on the vehicle. He and Tiffany climbed into the back. King wanted to have enough space to stretch out, and he also wanted Tiffany to have enough room to do her thing. He was about to ask her if she wanted the radio on, but decided against it, remembering that sexy noise she made while sucking him off.

Tiffany wasted no time. She was unbuttoning King’s pants and pulling them down in one motion. He assisted her by pulling his boxers to the floor as well. Tiffany looked up at him as she placed his half-hard pole into her mouth. She pulled and tugged on it with her lips, making a suction noise as King got harder and harder. Tiffany ran her tongue first down the left side then back up and down the right. When she got back up to the tip, she let out a drop of saliva and repeated the motion.

King just sat back and watched her work his dick. He couldn’t remember what had been keeping him from coming and getting this weekly. He reached his hands down, grabbed one of her breasts and began rubbing her hard long nipples. This must have excited Tiffany, because she began to intensify her assault, moving from his dick to his balls and back up. She was now moaning with every suck and slurp. The mixture of the sight, sound and the feeling of her soft breast and hard nipple had King at his breaking point. He dropped his head back as he released his load inside Tiffany’s waiting mouth. She kept going, making sure she didn’t miss a drop.

King had to stop her, before his shit got back hard. He knew if that happened, he would need more than just head, and he didn’t want to take it there with Tiffany. He had always felt that if real sex wasn’t involved, he didn’t have to worry about the female getting her feelings caught up. To him, it was no way that could happen from just oral sex.

Trying not to make Tiffany feel like he had just played her, he sat and talked to her for about ten more minutes, until he reminded her that she needed to get back to work and he needed to find Kareem. King made sure he gave Tiffany his new number, and he pretended to put hers back into the phone, knowing that he had it already anyway. He walked back into DTLR, and the chocolate bunny was standing at the counter. He walked up to her and asked where Kareem was.

“He’s in the dressing room putting on one of his new outfits. I told him he needed to throw this away,” she said, holding up the all gray cotton sweat suit.

“Shit, I agree. Get rid of that and ring everything else up.” King responded.

“I already did, got it bagged and waiting.” the young girl said with a smile, knowing her commission was going to be great.

“What’s my damage, cutie?”

“$6759.19.” she answered.

King reached into his pocket and counted out Seventy one hundred dollar bills. “Here’s 7K. The extra is thanks for all your help.”

“Can I get a bottle of Ciroc? Damn, come on, Giant. What is taking so long?” Trixie yelled as she slammed her tray against the bar. Her feet were killing her, and the pleather bustier was beginning to stick to her nipples. Tonight was a fucking nightmare, and she was so sick of working at
Nikki’s.
As much as these fools pinched, poked and pulled on her ass, she may as well be on the fucking pole.

“Calm down, love, I got you,” Giant said, smiling at her. Giant was 6’6” with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was from Scotland or somewhere like that, Trixie wasn’t sure. She just knew he was a big white boy, working in a black strip club. He winked as he placed the glasses and the bottle of Ciroc on the tray.

“I mean, thank you, finally.” Trixie said and walked back to the VIP area. She hated that she didn’t put the damn insoles into the damn stilettos. She had left them right in her purse and forgot to place them in, and now her feet felt like they were about to explode.

“Shit, we thought we were going to have to send out for your ass. Damn!” Tony said as Trixie placed the tray down.

“It’s busy here tonight, sorry about the wait.” She forced a fake smile.

Tony nodded and Red sat back on the leather couch.

“Trixie, have you seen Peaches?” Red asked as he lit his blunt.

Peaches was Red’s main girl, but she had been pissed at him for the last two weeks. She had caught him sleeping with this little young girl, Cara, who had just turned 18, three months ago. Red had seen her at one of his parties, hanging with one of his young street dealers. Her long naturally curly brown hair, large brown eyes, and full lips that would make a dude’s toes pop when she put them on his pole, along with nice high round tits, a little slim waist, and some 38 inch hips that were toned and tight from her running every day were hard to resist.

When Red saw her, she was wearing a two-piece red string bikini and walking around like a grown woman. He could tell she was not some hood chick. When he introduced himself to her, she simply smiled and thanked him for having her at his party. She had class and upbringing, which explained why she was with Dexter, who was a college kid, just trying to pay his tuition.

Dexter was a nineteen year old college sophomore, and he had known Cara since high school. When Red told Dexter that he was not to see Cara again, the little nigga actually bucked at him. That lasted all of fifteen minutes, until Red had two of his guys
persuade
Dexter that it would be best for him to step aside quietly.

As soon as Cara became legal, Red made sure that pussy stayed wet for him only. He began taking Cara shopping, clubbing and out of town on trips with him. Cara was young, but it was obvious she liked to fuck, and she liked trying new tricks in the bedroom. Shit, she had almost turned Red into a bitch the first time she went down on him.

Cara, like many little spoiled girls, was rebelling against her parents. She had a strong will and a good head on her shoulders. One thing Red really liked about her was that she was about her business. She was in her senior year, and had been accepted to several colleges on a full scholarship. If he called her to come over and she had something to do that dealt with her education, she would turn his ass down quick. Yeah, Cara was something different for him, and she was making his ass slip on his female game. Shit, Peaches was his main girl, although he always had four or five other birds on the side. But, since having Cara, she was all he wanted, well… her and Peaches. But Cara had been causing him to slip up on his main girl, and his slip up may have cost him Peaches.

Peaches had shown up at Red’s downtown apartment and found Cara naked in the kitchen preparing lunch. Red wasn’t sure what was said or what happened exactly, but when he heard a commotion coming from the kitchen, he ran in to find Cara about to put Peaches’ face in the frying pan filled with hot grease. Red grabbed Cara, and he had to struggle for a minute to get her to let go of Peaches. Red could not believe that this little
refined
girl had beat Peaches’ ass. Peaches was a street chick, she had about twenty pounds, and was ten years Cara’s senior. He had seen her shut bitches down and send their asses to the hospital, and now she was laying on the floor, bleeding and damn near crying. The girl that put her there was from an affluent family in Lake Norman. He struggled with Cara for a few minutes.

“Cara, chill out, baby. Chill out.” Red had told her as he carried her to the bedroom.

It took some time to get her to calm down and stay in the bedroom, but she finally calmed down and went to take a shower. Red waited until he heard the water run and the shower door close before going back to the kitchen.

As he approached the kitchen, Peaches was pulling herself up from the floor. Red winced as he looked at Peach’s face. Both of her eyes had begun to swell, her lip was split down the middle, and she was nursing her side.

“Damn baby, you okay?” Red said as he handed Peaches a dishtowel to wipe the blood from her face.

“Fuck you, Red! Who is
this
bitch?” Peaches said, holding her side.

Due to swelling, he wasn’t able to see the look in her eyes, but he could tell she was fuming.

“You know what? I don’t care. I’m done. I can’t do this shit no more.” Peaches said as she walked toward the door. She held her side as she grabbed her purse and keys.

Red didn’t even try to go after her. He knew that more than being mad, Peaches was embarrassed that she just had her ass beat by a pup. Peaches was raised on the west side of Charlotte. She had fought almost every day as a child, and was known around the neighborhood as the chick you didn’t mess with. Losing a fight was something that didn’t happen to her. Especially losing a fight to a little teenage rich girl.

Red had called and texted her a few times without any luck. Tonight, he was in a good mood. He had some extra cash, and he knew that with money and the right words, he could make Peaches forgive him.

“I haven’t seen her in about two weeks. You can tell she ain’t been here, because the crowd has thinned some.” Trixie said, looking at herself in the mirror. “I can go check and see if she back there, if you want.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I ain’t got time to worry about that crazy girl. I got business to handle.” Red said, nodding to Dover.

Trixie smiled and left the VIP room.

Dover leaned over close to Red. “Ok man, we stepping our game up or being suicidal?” he said, sitting on the edge of the leather chair.

“Yeah, dude, we robbed fucking Carlton and King. Them niggas ain’t no light weights.” Texas said, sipping his gin.

“Man, fuck them niggas. Don’t worry about that shit, I got back up if we need it… How much we end up with, anyway?” Red said, while watching the dancer slide down the pole on the center stage.