DISLOYAL

Disloyal (Chapters 1-6)

CHAPTER 1

Cali Pussy

"Yeah shake that ass girl, I'm a fuck the hell outta you tonight." Dimes said boldly as Yvette, the new young prospect for his dick game, danced about the suite's living room like a veteran stripper.

"Oh yeah," said Yvette.

"Yeah," Dimes retorted more adamant than before. "Show me what you working with baby!" Dimes taunted as he stared lustfully at her petite five foot four inch, one hundred fifteen pound frame swaying seductively in front of him. She wasn't as thick as he preferred, but she was definitely fine enough to fuck everyday for the rest of his life, and the thought of pounding her pussy unmercifully was torturing his steel like erection.

Dimes was a natural athlete. He stood at six feet inches tall with a one hundred ninety- five pound frame, brown skinned and brown eyes sporting a faded haircut. He was the star of his high school basketball team, until the dope game starting calling.

"If I had some ice . . . huh, I'd really show you what I'm working with," Yvette announced as she continued to sway about the room, now licking her full lips. Her hair was black as midnight and flowed gracefully caressing her thin shoulders. Her light skinned complexion in contrast to her black hair made her face appear lighter than it actually was. She was of a thin build with full breast that stood out like a pimp at a church function. Her nipples were round as pennies and poked through her Rocawear T- shirt as if her bra wasn't strong enough to hold them back.

"Take that bucket," Dimes said as he pointed to a small wooden table against the wall. "Get some ice from the machine outside . . . and hurry back. My dick is hard as algebra."

Yvette grabbed the bucket and headed for the door eyeing Dimes with a promising stare.

In the bedroom of the suite stood Black, leaning over a nightstand while he stuffed an empty Garcia Vega cigar full of marijuana. Once he rolled and licked the cigar sealed, he pulled his lighter, sparked it and took an inhale causing him to cough harshly.

Black scanned the room, pausing at a mirror to look approvingly at his muscular six foot two inch, two hundred ten pound physique. Black was true to his name. He was black as charcoal and his heart was even blacker. He wore cornrows in his hair and had slanted black eyes that seem to pierce the soul of anyone he looked at.

Black considered himself a born hustler. At the age of 9, he would steal candy from the local store and sell it at the elementary school he attended. It was then that he knew he had to have a hustle. Taking another toke of the blunt he said to himself, "I'm a muthafuckin balla."

He grabbed his styrofoam cup of Hennessey liquor off the nightstand and walked to the bathroom door, swirling the contents of the cup as if he was a true connoisseur of cognac. Placing his ear to the door he could hear the shower raining down on the lovely proportions he planned to feast on shortly.

"Everything a'ight in there?" Black questioned.

"I'm good!" A light seductive voice from the other side of the door called out. "Pour me a drink a'ight? I'll be out in a minute!"

"Fa'sho!" Black said, sounding assured that tonight would be the night he and his road dog Dimes would be fucking some fine Cali pussy.

Black and Dimes had been best friends since high school. They had grown up in the St. Louis Twentieth Street Projects and had dreamed about a life of luxury since high school. They talked about it constantly and had chosen the drug trade as a way to escape those streets and the misery that dwelt there.