TYCE 6 (2 page)

“Wasup babe? Whatchu up to?”
He greeted me.

Tyce leaned over and kissed my neck. I could smell the California sun on his warm skin along with the light int
oxicating scent of his cologne.

“Nothin’ much
honey dick jus’ payin’ some bills.” I looked up at him and smiled.

“Better you than me babe. I hate payin’ bills. Every time I look around
they tryna find a new way to charge you for some bullshit. Like tags for your car. I don’t see why I gotta have some damn stickers on my license plate to drive around town. Oh, and I almost choked when I saw the bill for my surgery. I might be a millionaire, but paying eighty thousand dollars for a few days in the hospital is fuckin’ crazy.” He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottled water. “I feel sorry for all the single moms out there who have children with broke ass niggas that don’t help out. I don’t know how they manage to stay afloat.”

I just s
hook my head in agreement. I knew more than a few women with kids who struggled to pay bills each month…so he had a point. After Tyce’s vent session, I decided to change the subject to a more positive one.

“
What did Pamela find out about Quiana?”

He sat down across from me. “Not too much, her credit score is as high as gas prices and she has the criminal record o
f a new born baby.” He grinned.

“So
whatchu wanna do? You wanna keep goin’ forward with the job? I’m with you either way.” I looked at him squarely.

His temple twitched a little. “I told her yeah. But, I don’t meet up with her until Saturday
to get all the details, so I got a lil’ more time to decide. I wanted to lock it up with a verbal yes to keep another crew from snagging that money out from under us. If everything is kosher, I’ll tell everybody wasup Saturday night.”

“Alright, well jus’ let me know what you want me to do.” I smiled.

“You’re doin’ it, but I gotchu.” He shot me his trademark sexy grin.

My foam party was in full swing and the joint was packed! Dicks, titties, and asses were all touching and rubbing as naked couples grinded and gyrated on each other in waist high bubbles and thick suds. The email blast I sent out called for sexy beach attire, but after a few drinks I knew the shorts and bathing suits would be history.

The old Angeliq
ue would be floating around that bitch high as hell on coke talking a mile a minute. However, despite hearing about my former man, baby daddy, and the love of my life proposing to Dallas…I was surprisingly upbeat. Sure, I cussed his ass out. I’m not one to hold my tongue. If I feel some kind of way about some shit I’ll spit it out and not give a fuck how it hits you. A person’s first reaction is usually the correct one. I felt cheated. I was heated. I was sad. But, I wasn’t worried. If Tyce and I were supposed to be together then no fake ass proposal was going to derail that. If God wanted me to have Tyce…then so be it. That’s what I told myself as I cat walked my way out of my office and into the main room of the club. As usual, I was dressed less to impress and for just having a baby recently my pooch was barely visible in my yellow thong bikini.

“Angie!”

I looked to my right and saw a pair of full breasts that belonged to a beaming Ranae.

“Hey girl!” We
joined hands excitedly. “How you doin’?! I see you done
really
loosened up since I saw you two hours ago.” I stepped back a tad to look down admiringly at her lovely Cocoa Puffs.

“Girl, lemme tell you. That
tramp molly got me. I feel so goooood. And I swear I can do the moon walk. I mean I’ve never been able to really do it before, but now shit…I got it! Maybe it’s the fact that the floor is slippery, but I swear I could get with Michael right now. And oh…I think me and Sway mighta jus’ made a connection with a couple. I think their names are Rodney and Kate.” She rubbed my arms softly.

This girl was gone. She was high as hell
and talking like her tongue was on fire. I had to laugh though because I knew exactly what her body was experiencing. Me and molly had got it in before several times.

Ranae kept rubbing my arms. “Damn your skin is soft. What you mixed with
… silk?” She giggled at her own joke. “Look at Sway.” She pointed to the dance floor.

I turned my head
and
bouncing up from the bushy fizz was the man with the best fucking body in the place that night…doing an old school dance called the snake. I smiled and shook my head. I couldn’t believe the hard core Marine slash bad boy was dancing naked in some foam. I also witnessed a crowd of white women watching his every move along with a beautiful curvy Latina with all their hands swaying in the air. I wish I had a camera, but I didn’t allow them in my club.

“That’s Kate right there rubbin’ all over his chest. My husband likes thick girls, not them underfed bitches. He likes ass!”

She smacked
my
ass! Hard!

“Owww! That felt good…do it again.”

I stuck my butt out to instigate her crazy mood. She didn’t waste any time smacking my exposed cheek with a stiff palm.

“Yeah! Girl
, you turnt up. I’m so happy you and Sway are havin’ a good time.” I turned slightly and faced her. “Okay, here’s a word of advice from a molly veteran. You can drink like a fish on that shit, but make sure you drink two or three cups of water throughout the night. You might feel a little cold, but that’s normal. The water will help with the hangover in the morning.” I held her warm cheeks in my hand and looked at her dilated pupils.

“Got it. You are sooooo precious.” She held my arms again tenderly. “I’m sooooo sorry Tyce is marrying that hoe Dallas. I didn’t mean to call her a hoe. Did I? I mean
, I like her, but he should marry you! You done popped out his baby, went to jail, held him down and everything! That ring should be on your finger right the fuck now. You told me you’ve been in love with him since you were sixteen!” Ranae rolled her head around rapidly.

“Ranae.” I tried to stop her sincere rant.

“No no no no, I’m right.” She pointed to the middle of her titties. “He’s wrong. So what you cheated…niggas do that shit all the time and we take their sorry asses back! Give a bitch a break nigga. You feel me?” Ranae held my face this time.

I smiled warmly. Although I’d had several drinks tonight, I could still recognize true sincerity in a person’s voice.

“I feel you girl. And thank you for sayin’ that.”

I gave her a tight breast to breast embrace as the crowd moved around us.

“You’re welcome Angie, you’re my girl.”

We separated our intoxicated hug and Ranae’s glossy eyes focused on my face.

“I love you Angie.” She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Damn, this bitch molly got a bitch all in her feelings and shit. Lemme go check on Sway’s ass before he proposes to somebody.” Again my friend laughed at her own joke, but I joined in because her ass was funny.

Ranae and I ended our love session moments later with her joining her husband on the dance floor as 50 Cent and Lil Kim’s song Magic Stick blared through the high wattage speakers.
I made my rounds through the crowd of patrons, instructed my manager Trina to check on Sway and Ranae from time to time, and tried to put the last conversation out of my mind. After all, I had a thriving business to run and a daughter to take care of. I was focused on my shit. Sure, I could take a detour to the ladies bathroom and get a few lines of coke from one of my regular female guests to really take my mind off Tyce. However, that was the old me. I was two months strong on my remodel with no plans of shutting down construction.

Saturday came honestly a little too soon for me. My outfit matched the atmosphere as I casually met Quiana at exactly sunset on the Santa Monica beach. Staying true to my demand, she was wearing a skimpy purple thong bikini. She looked good. Real good. A mid-sized sandy brown sexy…employer.

I didn
’t mix business with pleasure no matter how much my dick wined.

“Hello Mr. Adkins.”

She snuck a peek at the low burning orange disc as it inched its way into the ocean.

“I like a man who is punctual when it comes to business.” She walked up to me offering a smile.

“And I like a woman who doesn’t take all day to get ready for a date, even if it is about business.”

Quiana smiled with her eyes. “Well then…let’s get down to business.”

I pulled my swim trunks down to my all black Jordan flip flops and folded my arms across my bare chest letting my dick feel the warm breeze. I stood there naked in a semi private section of the sand, however there were about five people sparsely sprinkled about.

The air felt good to my bal
ls which were clean and shaven as I did a slow motion three hundred and sixty degree spin. I felt her speckled brown eyes watching my ass. I raised my eyebrow as I witnessed her look me up and down like she was about to climb up a ladder.

“You satisfied?” I grinned.

“Very nice.” Quiana winked her approval.

She raised her hand behind the base of her neck
and gave the string to her bathing suit a swift tug. Her ample breasts suddenly came into my view as the flimsy fabric fell toward her slim waist. Next, she slid her thong bikini bottoms down to her matching flip flops and mimicked my slow rotation. She came full circle after I’d seen her entire tan line free naked body.

“Do you like what you see?” She put her arms in the air.

“Beautiful.” I licked my lips.

“Thank you.”

“Denada.” I nodded. “Now let’s put our clothes back on so we can talk. I don’t have a wire up my butt and I’m sure you don’t have any technical toys up your ass or pussy.” I pulled my shorts up and made my dick disappear.

She redressed as well and moments later we
began to stroll in the tide leisurely. The salty water washed over my toes as I walked over the wet sand. I had to sacrifice a two hundred dollar pair of Jordan sport sandals, but that was the price I paid to have a private conversation worth 25 million pesos.”

Since my wareh
ouse was destroyed by Diego, I chose to link up with my crew at my sister Sabrina’s beach house. As usual, everyone showed up on time and were eager to hear what I had to say. I grabbed a bottle opener and popped the top on a cold Corona fresh from Sabrina’s fridge. I took a long swig before I walked into the living room from the kitchen to address my crew.

“Alright now…vacation
’s over. It’s time to go to work.” I cocked my head to the side.

Peck rubbed his hands together after he took his shot of Patron. He looked at Sabrina who was sitting to his left on the couch and smiled.

“Good, cuz I’m ready to cause some trouble.” Peck nodded his head.

“What’s the job?” Sway looked up at me seriously.

“Diamonds.” I scanned the full room before I continued. “50 million dollars’ worth of raw and cut natural diamonds. All in one place at the same time. We gotta steal ‘em.”

“We getting
paid 50 million!” Peck stood up excitedly.

I chuckled a little at his enthusiasm. “Naw, we
get 25 million in cash after we deliver the stones to a woman named Quiana Satchell.”

“Who’s she?” Sabrina fingered her short mane.

“She’s the woman who wants us to do the job. She cut into me and Dallas a while back. I didn’t say anything to you all cuz I wanted to do my homework on her first.” I clarified.

“How many diamonds
are we talkin’ ‘bout?” Sway shot me a glance.

I chose to divert the answer to my fiancé. Dallas crossed her legs in her short mini skirt before she answered.

“Over three thousand stones in one case.” She licked her red lips.

Sway rubbed his curly head. “Some cut diamonds have laser inscriptions so they can be identified if the get stolen.”

“You’re right, but these don’t. They’re comin’ straight from overseas. Right from diamond mines in Angola, Botswana, South Africa, and Asia. There’s a big underground black market trade show happening in our city in exactly 30 days from now. Everything from gold to rubies will be at this showcase but the diamonds are the only thing we’re goin’ after. We don’t have to worry about the holice cuz it’s an illegal buyer’s market,
but
we do have to deal with private armed security. The man who will be holding the case is named Franco, and he has at least six guards around him at all times. See, we gotta crash the party.” I took another drink of my beer.

Sway grinned. “Six guards, one guy, 25 million, and three thousand diamonds in 30 days…sounds like fun.”

“Let’s do it.” Peck’s jaws clenched.

I slid my crew an easy grin. “Alright. As usual, we all takin’ the same chances
, so we bust the money up evenly. Oh, one more thing…there’s another crew that was contracted by somebody else. So, we got some competition.”

This new revelation took a second to seep in. I let the moment pass before I asked my next question.