It's Like Candy (7 page)

Hubert's eyes were so wide open by beauty and pussy that he didn't know any better. He was blinded and didn't see the signs that she was playing him, using him. He'd never had a woman as bad as River, and one twirl of her hair around her index finger, batting of the eyes at him, smiling, and her soft touch against his skin, he was dumbfounded and open like Macy's after Christmas. Hubert was in his early twenties, and felt he had the gift of gab, but it was his money that attracted the women.

Hubert was so ready and blinded by the pussy he thought River was about to bless him with that he never noticed when River slipped his house key off his key ring and concealed it from his sight. She had fast fingers.

Earlier, she watched when Hubert opened his front door to the house, being all hugged up on him and frisky. She saw what key he used, and when they were downstairs in the living room, drinking and being flirtatious with each other, River quickly slipped off the key that Hubert laid on the glass coffee table, and hid it when Hubert went into the kitchen for a brief moment. She knew it was risky, but this was money. If caught, she knew all she had to do was give Hubert some phony excuse, show him some skin, and he'd forget all about it. She knew the power of pussy, and River used that to her advantage.

When they got upstairs in the bedroom, she told Hubert she wanted to go change in the bathroom, and come out with a surprise for him. Before she did anything else, she opened the bathroom window, where Big Red and Twinkie were waiting underneath, and she dropped the house key in Big Red's hand. Big Red smiled, and said to Twinkie, “It's on!”

Big Red and Twinkie had been casing Hubert's place for the past week, they knew all the exits and how many windows he had.

They both easily made their way through the front door, being wary of neighbors and anything else. But since it was after midnight, the neighborhood looked quiet and tranquil. Big Red and Twinkie slowly and quietly crept through Hubert's front door. After they were inside, their guns and masks came out.

River tried stalling Hubert. He was naked in front of her, and his dick was no bigger than five inches.

“Come on, River, I know you want it, look at this . . . I'm ready for you baby—give me some.”

“I like foreplay first, baby,” River softly stated, with her fingers dancing across his chest.

“Foreplay? I get it, no licky, no sticky, right?” Hubert asked, eager to drop down in between her legs and eat her out to please her any way possible. “I'm a man. I'm not ashamed to eat pussy.”

River tittered and pulled his face back up as he tried to eat her out. “No, not that. I want you to talk to me, seduce me, make me feel like a woman,” she proclaimed.

“Make you feel like a woman? But I'm trying . . . I mean . . .” It was obvious that Hubert was confused. “What you want from me, baby?”

“You know what I want . . .” River stated.

“Yeah. Tell me, I'll do it,” Hubert eagerly replied.

River's eyes looked past Hubert and fixed on two males entering the bedroom quietly behind Hubert, dressed in all black and both gripping 9-mm pistols.

“Niggah, where that money at!” Big Red shouted, startling Hu-bert, who quickly spun around wide-eyed, his jaw dropping as he fearfully stared at the two masked gunmen entering his bedroom.

Hubert tried to run, but Twinkie smacked him with the gat across his back, dropping Hubert's naked frame to the floor. Hubert screamed out in pain.

“Yo, what y'all want? Don't shoot . . . please don't shoot!” Hu-bert whimpered, extending his arms and hands in a poor defense to protect himself in case they did shoot.

River, playing along, quickly covered herself with the bedsheets and looked frightened along with Hubert. She didn't budge but panted strongly and played her role in the robbery to a T.

“Baby, be cool,” Hubert said to River. “I got this. Please don't touch her,” Hubert said in a pathetic attempt to defend River. “I'll give y'all whatever y'all want, but just let us be.”

“Niggah, where the money at?” Big Red asked, his voice was deep and strong and definitely intimidated Hubert.

Big Red menacingly pointed his gun at Hubert's head, and threatened to blow his brains out.

“I got about twenty thousand in a safe in the next room. . . . It's yours, ayyite . . . take it.”

Twenty thousand definitely put a smile on Big Red's face, along with Twinkie. River, even though she wanted to smile, had to keep her composure.

“Get up, niggah!” Twinkie shouted, yanking Hubert up from the floor by his arm. “C'mon.”

“You too, bitch!” Big Red shouted.

Assed out and feeling like a bitch, Hubert reluctantly led the masked gunmen to his hidden safe in the second bedroom.

Inside the plain eggshell-colored bedroom, Hubert led them to a hidden safe, pushing a piece of furniture back. He pulled back the carpet from the wall, and revealed his hidden compartment. Hubert then looked up at his captors. He glanced at Big Red gripping River strongly by her arm. She still had the bedsheet wrapped around her. He felt fear and anger. This was his night to be with River and these two goons fucked it all up for him.

“Niggah, you stupid . . . open the muthafucka!” Big Red shouted.

“Ayyite, man . . . let me think of the combination,” Hubert replied.

“Niggah, you got three minutes,” Twinkie threatened, pressing the 9-mm against his temple.

Under the pressure, Hubert began spinning the correct numbers to his safe, and shortly after, opened it, revealing the contents.

Eyes quickly lit up with excitement and greed. “Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about. That money,” Big Red proclaimed.

He and Twinkie peered into the safe, seeing the stacks of hundred-dollar bills piled up on each other. Twinkie pointed his gun at Hubert, keeping a keen eye on him while Big Red began emptying the safe into a black garbage bag he pulled from his back pocket.

“Don't fuckin' try anything.” Twinkie sternly warned.

Within a minute, the safe was completely empty, and Hubert felt like crying. They had jacked him for twenty G's. After they had everything, Big Red looked over at River, stepped up to her and boldly gripped her in his arms and forced his tongue into her mouth while Hubert helplessly watched.

“Niggah, get the fuck off me—you don't know me!” River spat, looking disgusted.

“Yo, c'mon . . . chill, that's my girl. . . . Y'all already got my money,” Hubert whimpered.

“Shut the fuck up!” Red shot back, aiming his gun between Hubert's eyes. “She too fly for you anyway, niggah.”

Red looked over at River, and then said, “Fuck that, she coming wit' us.”

“What?” River argued.

“Yeah, this cornball niggah don't deserve you. Get dressed, bitch,” Red ordered.

“Fuck you!” River spat.

“What? Say it again,” Red said, pointing the gun at River. River stared at Red, uttering not a single word. “Thought so, bitch. Now get dressed. We rollin' out.”

“C'mon, man, that's my girl. Wrhy y'all takin' her—” Before Hubert
could say anything else, Twinkie hit him upside the head with his gun, knocking him out cold on the floor.

“Bitching ass, niggah!”

River quickly got dressed and followed Twinkie and Red outside to their rusty Pontiac parked around the corner. She had no remorse for Hubert. He was a cornball, a wannabe—and the way he'd bitched back there, River had to smile. Hubert was so dumb that he probably didn't have a clue she'd set him up.

Before Twinkie could pull out in the Pontiac, River quickly smacked Big Red across his head, yelling, “What the fuck was that back there?”

“Whaaaatt?” Red exclaimed.

“That kiss . . . callin' me a bitch . . .”

“I had to make it look real, right? The niggah fell for it,” Red said, smiling and gloating that he actually got to shove his tongue down River's mouth and get that close to her.

“Well, next time, it's hands off. Fuck I look like to you, some cheap ho?”

“Ayyite, my bad, ma.”

Twinkie smiled, throwing the Pontiac in drive and pulling away from the block. Between the three of them, they had twenty grand to split, and that was over six grand apiece.

“I cant't wait to tear that pussy up,”
Bamboo exclaimed, gazing at Starr and closing the room door.

He grabbed Starr by her thick hips and stared into her hypnotic dark eyes with hunger. He was tall, towering over Starr by six inches, and he was horny.

He had paid fifty dollars for four hours at the Executive, a sleazy, cheap motel on the Conduit, and was willing to give Starr another hundred just to fuck her.

“Umm, you a big boy, right?” Starr said, grabbing his crotch and feeling him up. She definitely felt the bulge.

Bamboo was a corner thug, always out drinking in bars and clubs, hollering at every big-butt woman who passed his way, starting fights with strangers, and paying for pussy constantly.

“Your pussy tight, right?” he asked, moving his hand in between her legs and resting it against her damp pussy. He then pushed his index finger into Starr, causing her to jolt a little. She had on a short miniskirt, no panties, as usual, and her shirt was open, revealing her full-sized breasts.

“You like it? You like how tight my shit feels?” Starr said.

She began seducing him further by unbuckling his pants and reaching for his dick. She pulled out his dick and was awed by the size of it.

Bamboo smiled. “Yeah. You like that, right?” he said in a sleazy way.

“How big?” she asked as she stroked him gracefully, moving her hand slowly up and down his shaft.

“Ten inches,” he boasted.

“Damn!”

“You ever had it that big?” he asked.

Starr shook her head. “No, to be honest.”

“Well, you're in for a treat tonight.”

Starr smiled and continued to jerk him off, hearing Bamboo moan as he felt her warm hands heat up his dick. But she stopped suddenly.

“Why you stop? I want that,” Bamboo said, looking so desperate.

“You want it, then you gotta pay for it first,” she proclaimed, stepping back from him.

Her eyes were fixed on his big dick. She thought,
Damn, I need to charge this niggah extra if he wanna put that shit in me.

Bamboo pulled out a small knot of fifty-dollar bills from his pants pocket, and then dropped them to the floor. He stood in front of Starr, hanging like an anaconda.

“You said a hundred, right?” he asked.

“Bamboo, I'm sorry to say, but with that big dick, I gotta charge you an extra fifty,” Starr stated.

“For what? You said a hundred,” he snapped back.

“Niggah, do you see that thing? You can play jump rope wit' that dick,” she quipped.

“Shit ain't fair, Starr. We agreed on a hundred.”

“I know, but it's my pussy, and if I'm gonna be handling that, then you coming out your pockets, niggah.”

Bamboo stood there with his pants lying around his ankles, contemplating if he should pay the extra fifty. Being horny didn't help him much.

“Fuck you, Starr. Here.” He passed her three fifty-dollar bills.

“Nice doin' business wit' you,” she said, placing the money in a secure location.

Starr started to get undressed. She got completely naked and motioned for Bamboo to come closer as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Bamboo moved toward her, eager like a child on Christmas Eve. He'd heard stories about Starr, niggahs claiming that she was the best when it came to giving blow jobs and fucking. He had to find out for himself.

Bamboo, clad in just a T-shirt, stood over Starr. His dick looked as if it weighed a ton. He was huge, and Starr knew that it was a challenge for her. But she was up for it.

She gripped his big dick in her hand and fondled him down to his balls. Afterward, she positioned her mouth near the tip of his dick, and taunted him by licking around the head and sucking on the tip.

Bamboo kept quiet as he waited and watched.

Starr looked at the dick for a quick moment, inspecting it, and then she swallowed him up completely. Bamboo was in shock watching ten inches disappear into her mouth.

“Yo, all that shit went down your throat?” he asked in amazement, peering down at Starr's bobbing head.

But Starr didn't respond. She was focused on her work.

“Where does it go?” Bamboo continued. No woman he'd ever fucked with had been able to deep-throat him like this.

Starr continued to deep-throat Bamboo for ten minutes, causing him to moan and pant, and feel as though his knees were about to buckle.

“Aaaaaahhh, shit! Damn! Yo . . . shit. Fuck, Starr! Ohmygod!” Bamboo carried on.

Starr continued to put him in bliss until he cried out, “Yo, Starr, chill . . . chill, you about to make me nut.”

Starr pulled back, smiling up at him.

“Damn, girl . . .” He was lost for words.

“Told you,” Starr said to him.

“Fuck that, lay on your back,” he instructed as he held his dick in his hand.

“You got condoms?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Magnums, I hope.”

“Always.”

Bamboo went over to his pants, which were on the floor, and pulled out a fresh box of Magnums. He quickly tore open the box and removed one. He ripped it open, quickly rolled it back onto his vast erection, and walked toward Starr.

“Listen, don't be tryin' to ram all that shit up in me, tryin' to have it come up my throat and out my mouth. I ain't that big of a woman,” she stated.

“I got you, ma. I'm gonna try and be easy.”

“Try?” Starr said, staring at him with some attitude.

Bamboo quickly pushed Starr on her back, having her spread her legs. He gazed at the pussy for a short moment, admiring how clean and well shaved Starr kept her goodies. He palmed his dick and slowly pushed a few inches into her, causing Starr to cry out loudly.