Free TYCE II by Shareef Jaudon

ass, “Save some energy for me…I got next.”
    It had been a long time since I was the beneficiary of a woman’s financial generosity; it felt good to be on the receiving end for a change. Despite the sexy situation and tantalizing titties touching my forehead all night…I was cool. Sabrina on the other hand took full advantage of the isolation the VIP room provided. When it was her turn, she didn’t resist as India removed her shirt and bra. She didn’t put up a fight when India unzipped her jeans.
                  There was no reluctance on her part when India pulled off her pants along with her panties. All Sabrina did was turn her bedroom eyes in my direction, staring at me intensely as she let our new friend eat her fre shly waxed pussy while she sipped her Champaign.
     
    This was an interesting night with intriguing company.

Don’t I Know You
     
                  Dallas walked out of the spa after two luxurious hours of pampering and massaging. She was ten steps from her car when she heard her name being called from across the street. Her head turned in the direction of the voice and she saw her cousin Khalil jogging toward her.
    “Wasup girl.”
    “Hey Khalil how have you been, I aint seen you in like forever.” She gave him a tight hug.
    “I know huh, the last time I saw you was at my moms anniversary party two years ago.” He recalled. “Damn it has been two years huh? Time flies by fast.”
    He stepped back a little so he could get a better look, “I see you lookin’ fine as ever, if you wasn’t my cousin I might have to holla atcha.”
    Khalil was 25 years old but he looked 40. His aged appearance was the result of living life in the fast lane 24 hours a day. He was a well-known hustler in the streets and was respected as a stand up type of dude.
    “Boy please, even if we wasn’t related I wouldn’t fuck with you.” Dallas rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Why not?” He raised his arms in the air.
    “Khalil, everybody knows you’re a dog with cute dimples.”
    Her cousin had to laugh at that one because he knew she was telling the truth. The females around the way might be fooled by his smooth dark complexion and deep dimples but Dallas knew him when he was still wetting the bed so there was no fooling her.
    “Anyway, wasup with you these days?” He quickly changed the subject.
    “I’m jus’ doin’ me…I’m in a relationship now and it’s goin’ good…I can’t complain, how ‘bout yourself?”
    Khalil sighed heavily, “Shit been rough lately. My man Silk jus’ got popped the other day over some dumb shit!”
    “Smooth dressing Silk, get the fuck outta here! Who did it?” Dallas’s mouth opened wide in astonishment.
    “It was that punk ass nigga Armado!”
    “Armando who?” Dallas questioned.
    Khalil looked at her like she was crazy, “Armando Alverez.” He damn near shouted at her.
    Dallas pointed at him, “He wouldn’t by any chance be related to Diego Alverez would he?”
    “Hell muthafuckin yeah…he’s his brother. As soon as I see that muthafucka I’ma twist his cap back but that’s easier said than done, that nigga is hard to get to.”
    Dallas was starting to get more and more interested in the conversation by the second.
    “Well how do you know Armando killed Silk?”
    “Cuz, me and Silk was all set to do a deal with Diego and him, shit was goin’ perfect until
    I had a problem depositing the money. Everybody wanna get all in ya business and shit, nigga this is aint 1945, I can deposit a few hundred grand if I want, but this bitch at the money place was takin’ me through all kinds of changes. Anyway, I had to make the call by five O’clock to let Armando know the money was there so he can tell us where to pick up the work. Dallas, I swear I was only like ten minutes late but by the time I called…Silk was dead.” Khalil’s expression changed to sadness, “Armando killed him over ten measly minutes.”
    Dallas digested what