The Players & the Played

Six

Tre
By the time he got to the traphouse, it was too late. Just like Eazy had told him on the phone, they had cleared his supply out. He had known it was dangerous to set up shop in Mexican territory, but he hadn't known the Reyes would be this reckless. It didn't matter, Tre thought. Once he got word from the boss, he would kill every last one of them. Tre didn't really like drugs or the drug business, but he did like to kill. While everybody else fooled around with money and weed, Tre sat back quietly until he was given the order, then he would skillfully murder his target, dispose of the body and chill at his house until he got another phone call. This time though, it was different. It was personal. Everybody knew it, and they would pay.
Tre was feeling like fucking so he decided to go to Asha's place. Him and Asha had an understanding: sex only. He liked Asha because she was freaky and basically down with anything he wanted to try, and her place was clean. The best part was she had no kids. Even as Tre drove to her house, his mind kept going back to Keisha's cozy little apartment. Even though he only saw a little of it, it was a beautiful place. Keisha definitely had taste, and even though she wasn't rich she worked hard. He thought about how pissed she had looked when she opened the door and how her titties were sitting just right in her tank top. Fuck. He could feel himself getting turned on and started driving faster.
Ever since he met Keisha two years ago he had been keeping tabs on her fine ass. He knew Javon forever, so he knew the drill. Javon always cheated. Always. Most girls just stayed, too in love with his lying ass to see the signs. He had to admit when Javon got caught cheating on Keisha he had been glad, then disappointed when she stayed. When he slipped up again and came begging for a place to sleep, Tre was simultaneously pissed as fuck and hype. But he saw the look in her eyes tonight. There was no guarantee she wouldn't go running back to Javon.
As soon as he let himself in Asha's house, Tre stripped off all his clothes. Asha was laying in her bed, assnaked and soft Drake played in the background. "Hey boo," Asha said in her husky Alicia Keys sounding voice. Asha was a beautiful girl, but he felt nothing whenever he looked into her eyes. Just lust. And tonight, not even that. But he went through all the motions, wishing it was Keisha's brown thighs under his and those brown eyes looking in his soul. He wondered if she was the quiet type, or if she would scream just like she had when he showed up to her house. He imagined her screaming his name.
Fuck, he thought. Why had he let Javon get to her first? Now she was damaged and angry at the world. Asha didn't even bat an eye when they were finished and he slipped on his clothes in silence. She didn't say anything when he left her house as quickly as he came. She could care less that he had slept with her and felt nothing.