Free Criminal Minded by Tracy Brown Page B

owns a yacht. I was trying to think of something different to do with you tonight—something that none of your friends would be doing—so he let me use it for a few hours.”
    Lucky’s chin hit the floor. We tipped the limo driver and walked to the pier. When we got there, the flyest boat I’d ever seen was docked and waiting for us. The name of the boat was The Luminary, and the captain greeted me by my street name. “Good evening, Martin. I’ll be your captain this evening,” he said. Lucky looked at me like, Who the hell is Martin? I explained to her quietly that I never give my business associates my real name, and she left it at that. She had never asked me outright whether or not I sold drugs, but stepping onto that yacht I think all her suspicions were confirmed.
    The first room he showed us was a large living room. It had a big green sectional and a glossy wood coffee table in the middle. The walls were covered in wood panels the same color as the table. You could fit twenty people in that room and it still wouldn’t be crowded. Lucky was amazed. So was I, but I had to act like I was used to being around that kind of luxury. Inside I was buggin’, though.
    He showed us to a dining room area that had a wood table big enough to fit eight people. There were bottles of Moët & Chandon sitting in buckets filled with ice. There were windows behind the table where you could see the water while you sailed. The shit was beautiful. But my level of excitement reached the highest point when he showed us to one of the bedroom cabins. (There were five bedroom cabins on board.) Ours was painted off-white, the lights were dim, and it had a king-sized bed in the middle with about ten pillows on it. The headboard was made of mirrors and there was a big-screen TV at the foot of the bed. Again, on each nightstand there was a bucket with
Moet on ice. I knew I owed my associate a big favor for letting me use that yacht. I had never seen anything so nice in all my life.
    Lucky stood motionless in the middle of the room with her hands over her mouth. The captain went off to set sail around the New York Harbor, and I walked up behind Lucky and slid my arms around her slim waist. She turned toward me and said, “Lamin, you didn’t have to do all of this …”
    I cut her off with a kiss and I pulled her close. As she kissed me, she pulled my tuxedo jacket off and flung it on the floor. I undid the clasps on my cuff links. Once I took my shirt off, Lucky stepped out of her shoes and with her standing five feet, eight inches to my six-foot, four-inch frame, I felt the full advantage of my height. But Lucky wasn’t relinquishing control that easily.
    She pushed me onto the bed and for a minute, I was surprised. But she didn’t give me long to react. She strolled over to where I sat at the edge of the bed and reached both hands to the nape of her neck. She unhooked her dress, and the pretty fabric fell to her feet. Lucky stood before me naked except for a soft green G-string the same color as her dress. What bugged me out was Lucky’s confidence. She didn’t try to cover anything or seem uncomfortable as I stared at her perfect body. She looked me dead in my eyes with a smile on her lips that said, Yeah, I know I’m sexy . Her titties stood out firm and succulent. Her brown nipples were hard as rocks and I couldn’t wait to suck on them.
    “Come here,” I ordered her in a low, deep voice. Lucky had me hot for real. She came closer and rubbed her titties in my face. I kept thinking, Wait till I get up in this girl. She just don’t know! But Lucky’s body was so beautiful that I wanted to take my time. I licked the left one like an ice cream cone. Lucky liked that ’cause she moaned and her head fell back as she straddled me. So I sucked on that nipple—not too hard, but just enough to make her say my name. Then, I licked the other one. Lucky was in ecstasy by then. Soon, I slid my hand underneath her G-string and stroked her