A Trap Within A Trap

Chapter 27

Omari and Jaquez stepped out of the Range Rover among many other cars parked halfass in the pitch dark yard of the five acre, thirty seven room Baroque mansion out in Long Island. "This shit better not fuck up my shoes!" Omari complained stepping into the cool night air onto the moist grass. The heels of her black sexy platform pumps sinking into the soil. "Eww baby" She squealed as she hopped back into the driver's seat. Cars from all walks of life were parked on the plot. An old Chevy classic here, beat up 78 beetle there, a Maserati Grand Tarissimo closer to the entrance. No vale' services here. Members only for absolute discretion.

Quiet and familiar sounds of a party and guaranteed fun can be heard even at the distance they where. The deep rythmic pace of bass without the accompanying treble to be heard once within the walls holding the party within. The occasional flurry, of laughter with a sprinkled high pitch female release of some sort after. "Uh Jah? Ooo dis is nasty." Omari said extra ghetto and excited "I can't get my money back for these shoes if I get'em all muddy." she wined. She looked at her handsome man in his chest thick in his wife beater, Timbs, and jeans. He wore a thick gold chain, and just got his high fade with deep part. She pouted her luscious lips and let her shoulders drop pleading. He finished taking his last drag on his cigar, as he slipped out from Omari's Range Rover, grinning at his beautiful bride that sparkled with glitter and shimmered in her squence short dress against the full moon. Jaquez's gold grill also shimmered in the moonlight, as he walked around the car with a grin and scooped her out of her chair. Her bare feet dangling over his arm holding her shoes, he carried her all the way to the front door. "You're so romantic." She said full of pride in the man she had. "So?" Jaquez said straightfaced changing the mood to seriousness "Lets talk about the signs." "Jah no, baby less just go in, have a good time, drink a little...?" She kicked her feet gently as too get down. After placing her down, she stood on her tip toes, leaned in as she straitened her arms out over his shoulders for a long dramatic kiss, pulled her head back and with a mischievous grin whispering "Annndd you find some fat white bitch to suck yo Dick..." she said drawing out the "and". He was upset at first but then begrudgingly laughed in embarrassment of the high possiblity. "... Aanndd I'm gonna find two or three Dicks to suck and fuck till I'm so full of cum that it's leaking and dripping out and off me."

She finished excited. "But I'm saying..." He started turning his smile upside down again "... but how I know when ...?" "Noooo Jaquez Rodriguez Rivera Riviera sapleatah conquita concestador." She whined, stomping her still bare feet as in protest like a child. She played with the fact, he did have many family names most of which she really still didn't remember. Her arms still over his shoulders, and face inches from his she grabbed him from behind his head and lock eyes "Jah, boo, your overthinking." Right then she felt a pang of guilt. She felt she didn't deserve a man like Jaquez who let her have her cake and eat it too in his patient understanding way. Always working so hard to provide the safe soccer mom life in upper middle class America, yet letting her get her sato masacist exhibitionist tendencies out as like a 20-year-old college whore. She also regretted what she and Fish had done. That if that plan hadn't failed, her man would be an ass pirate right now in the country bumpkin, two steps from slavery state of Alabama.

On the tip of her tongue was the question "Do you want to do this?" Yet she was too selfish and learned too just deal with that reality of her personality. They had been in "the lifestyle" before he went to prison, but he returned different. Among those changes was that he didn't speak the same. Also tho he was never as rough as Fish, he was now much more touchy feely, and less freaky. Role-play, toys were used often before but now, missionary and from the back was all he ever wanted. 'Sometimes out of nowhere he gets aggressive, even rough and I love it, but I can tell he's trying to hurt me. TURNED ME THE FUCK ON! But I did notice he stops himself and ...' her woman's intuition just only scratches the surface, and couldn't get to what is beneath. Whats really going on.