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“I’m Bailey,” she said. “Pleased to meet you.”
“My pleasure.”
Frank looked straight into her coal black eyes and was mesmerized. He had been working the streets of Harlem since he could piss in a toilet without his mama’s help and had never met anything like this.
She took another long drag off her cigarette and smiled with a twinkle in those captivating eyes and Frank took a seat next to her.
“Anything you need, it’s on me,” he said directly.
“A martini and a cigarette is enough for me…right now,” she said huskily.
Frank couldn’t take his eyes of her and the day’s headaches melted away.
“What brings you here, if you don’t mind my asking,” Frank whispered.
“Why… am I out of place?”
“You might say that. A lady like you ought to be at the Waldorf or Elaine’s or some place like that…”
“I love Harlem,” Bailey said, running her hand along Frank’s sleeve. “Tall drinks, cool music and handsome men.”
“Yeah,” Frank said. “That’s Harlem all right….plus the shit, the trash, the Niggas and the poverty.”
Bailey stubbed out her cigarette.
“I think I’ll settle for another martini.”
Frank honestly couldn’t remember what they talked about for the next 20 minutes. He had a vague recollection of jazz and politics and the Harlem that was long gone…the Cotton Club and the Apollo and a former President who moved in down the street where he didn’t belong….
The jukebox turned to Stardust and Frank couldn’t resist and he held out his hand.
“Care to….”
Bailey smiled, sipped her latest martini and rose gracefully from the bar…much smoother than she had when she put down Jo-Jo.
She wrapped around her arms around his neck and he held her by her waist and they moved so slowly and gently to a music of an era long gone, and all the rest just watched as the angel and the badman did their turn around the floor.
He looked into her eyes and she smiled demurely and placed her head on his chest and let the music carry them way. It was slow and sweet and Frank never knew it could be like this, not when he was conducting business to the incessant sound of Snoop Dogg Dogg or L.L. Cool.
The music came to a halt and Frank looked at her long and deliciously.
“My God you are an Empress,” he said quietly.
“Hmmm,” Bailey smiled. “And you are an ebony God.”
“I have better places than this,” he whispered.
“So do I,’ she said with a seductive smile and she went on her tiptoes to give him a long deep kiss that stirred Frank’s soul like it had never been before.
Frank needed to say no more. He snapped his fingers and Moses understood and his car was brought up front..
“I’ll be back,” Frank said to Moses. “Maybe.”
Moses smiled and saluted and Frank gently escorted Bailey out the door.
They slid nicely into the back seat and Frank, in a voice that was clear and pointed, told the driver to keep his eyes on the road. She gave directions to the driver as she snuggly nestled herself in his arms and Frank whistled as he ascertained their destination.
“Who are you Empress?” he said after she had curdled his toes with another long deep kiss and began slowly and gently rubbing his inner thigh.
“Who do you think I am?” Bailey said with a husky whisper that made Frank crazy with desire.
“I have no idea,” he said, kissing her brow. “A devil in a black dress for all I know. But you are the most amazing woman I have ever met.”
“And you may be the only real man I have ever met,” Bailey said as she drew even closer to him as their body melded into one.
“I know who you are…” Frank said, closing his eyes as Bailey started rubbing his cock into full attention.
“Do you now?” she cooed.
“Let me see….” Frank said with his eyes in heaven. “You’re some rich girl from Park Ave. whose daddy is a big wheel on Wall Street and your mother runs five charities for the homeless. You went to Sarah Lawrence and you majored in some bullshit like anthropology. Your momma and daddy were hoping you would go to Wharton but you spend your nights in nightclubs and your weekends in the Hamptons. You like black cock because it shocks your parents, you shop on 5th Avenue and you spend $500 a week on blow….”
“Yeah,” Bailey said with a schoolgirl giggle. “Do you really think that a girl like me ever has to spend a dime on blow?”
She smiled and they kissed, deep long and hard and were still in embrace when the car pulled up to the appointed Central Park West address.
Frank knew instinctively that it was one of the toniest addresses in the city and for once he felt out of his league. The girl was trouble, his mind told him, but his cock was throbbing.
“Are you going to be a gentleman and get the door?” Bailey said softly.
Frank alit and held the door. She got out gracefully and held his arm and they walked in together. The doorman did a double take as Bailey winked to him and they strode together to the elevator.
A grandmother holding a poodle was waiting as well and they all got in together and Frank wasn’t surprised to see Bailey punch the top floor. Grandma was several floors below and she looked at both in disgust but Bailey just pressed her body against Frank and nuzzled his neck. The poodle yapped and Bailey gave it the finger and Grandma got off with a huff.
Frank burst out laughing.
“They are going to kick your bitch ass out of here,” he said but Bailey gave him another long kiss that lasted until they reached the top floor.
The apartment was stylish and the view breathtaking. Frank went to the window and the lamps of Central Park West glittered below. The din of the city was like music to his ears as Bailey wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Like it?” she cooed.
“Definitely,” he said.
She went to the bar, lit a cigarette and poured two glasses of V.O., then flipped on Duke Ellington on the stereo. They kissed deep long hard and hard, sipped their drinks and let the music melt their minds.
When their glasses were empty, she took him by the hand and led him down a hallway, opened a door and ushered him into the bedroom. There was only a dresser and a king sized bed and Bailey massaged his shoulders.
“You are too tight,” she said. “You need to relax.”
“Yeah,” Frank said softly. “I’m way out of my league here….”
“Hush,” said Bailey as she started to unloosen his tie.
Letting a woman undress him could be sexy, Frank knew, but Bailey did it better than any bitch he had ever been with. She worked slowly, sexily and with ease. Every article was taken off slowly and hung with care, flawlessly without a wrinkle or crease.
And there he stood naked and gleaming in the soft light and she let her hands glide all over his body, drinking in every inch of ebony skin. Finally he reciprocated in kind, removing her hat and blouse and skirt, and hissing softly when looking at her luscious body.
They came together as one with another passionate kiss and then Bailey pushed him softly on to the bed. Then she was on him, her hands softly massaging and caressing every part of his body while his cock came to erection again.
She kissed him on the mouth, the neck, the chest, the stomach – her hands working her magic – and then she kissed the tip of his cock.
She went slowly and smoothly at first, licking the tip and then the shaft and then sucking softly and gently. He was well-endowed as Bailey expected of a man of such power and control. But he was helpless in her care and he closed his eyes, never knowing it could be so good.
She took her hands gently and stroked his shaft while she licked the tip of the cock and he fought for control, wanting the feeling to last forever, then deeper and deeper she took the cock, deep into her mouth and they both moaned in unison. She moved up and down, tongue sliding along the shaft and she felt him fill her mouth. Faster and faster she went, deeper and deeper until her sixth sense knew it was time.
Then slowly – as if it lasted forever like a little girl with the last taste of a forbidden Popsicle – she slid the cock out of his mouth and mounted him. The cock was black and hard as a rock as she slid it into her pussy and she began to ride him.
Frank thought he was going to have a heart attack as Bailey did all the work, going up and down with incredible agility, riding his cock for all it was worth. She started moaning and screaming and she put her hand in her mouth and bit hard. She was the first to cum and it came in waves or orgasm and in her mind she blindly wondered what man it was who could service her like this.
Finally he could resist no more. Her pussy was too hot and the body upon him was too much and he exploded like he had never exploded like before, his hot lava flowing over and over again, his torso muscles screaming with ache.
When it was over, he was exhausted and he closed his eyes in ecstasy, his breath coming hard and fast, sweat glistening all over his ebony body. Bailey bent over and gave him a long deep wet kiss and then dismounted. He looked up, she smiled and then he closed his eyes in pure rapture.
She got off the bed, backed her way to the door, reached behind her and knocked. The door opened
They walked in, the three of them. Two big nigga thugs with weapons drawn and a short guy wearing a Nike shirt, baggy pants, baseball cap on backwards, gold chains around his neck. Frank bolted into a sitting position as Bailey backed her way over to the dresser, a sheepish grin on her face.
“Little Johnny!” Frank gasped, his body still limp with passion but suddenly afire with alarm.
“Frankie, Frankie Frankie,” the short guy said, shaking his head with disdain. “Mr. fucking big and what happens to you…caught in some swanky place fucking some cheap white cunt.”
“What the fuck you doing here,” Frank said as Bailey opened the top drawer of the dresser, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.
“You fucking dumbshit,” Little Johnny said. “I thought youse was better than this.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Frank said, cum dripping from his limp cock. “And don’t you talk like that about her.”
Little Johnny laughed.
“This cheap slut,” he said, jerking his thumb indifferently toward Bailey. “She working for me you cocksucker… And damn she did good.”
Little Johnny looked at Bailey, who took a drag of her cigarette and smiled.
“I don’t believe it,” Frank said, looking hard at Bailey.
Bailey shrugged behind a veil of blue smoke.
“A girl has to make a living,” she said smiling. “That blow really isn’t that cheap.”
Frank stared at her hard. He had just had the best fuck of his life and now he was facing death.
“You bitch.”
Bailey took a drag, blew out the smoke and laughed sinisterly.
“Frankie, you piece of shit,” Little Johnny sneered. “Enough is enough….you thought you was the big dog of Harlem, now you ain’t shit. You ain’t nothing but a fucking piece of meat.”
“Oh yeah,” Frank said as the two thugs next to Johnny kept their weapons trained at him. Little Johnny was unarmed. He let others do his bidding.
“Yeah,” Little Johnny spat. “You ain’t shit… but I’ll tell you what. I may let you live just yet.”
“How so,” Frank said.
“I want to hear you beg for your worthless life,” Little Johnny said. “I want you on your knees begging me to let you live….”
“Fuck you,” Frank said. “You fucking go to hell.”
“Frankie… you’re making this too easy,” Little Johnny said. “I didn’t think it would be easy taking over but I should have known that you would have been suckered by this worthless cunt.”
Bailey took another drag and smiled.
“Fuck you Johnny,” Frank said. “You want to kill me, kill me. But I ain’t begging shit from you.”
“Have it your way….”
Phffttt! Phffttt!
The aim was perfect. The bullets ripped through the skull of both thugs and they tumbled to the floor, blood oozing from their brains.
“What the fuck!!” Little Johnny said.
He turned and there was Bailey, a cigarette dangling from her lips, a 9 mm Glock in hand with silencer screwed on. Her body was naked and caked with sweat but her eyes were deadly and venomous.”
“Bitch, what you doing!” Little Johnny screamed. “I paid your sorry ass!”
“Yeah you did,” Bailey said slowly…. “What was it, $50,000 down and $50,000 after it was over?”
“Yeah,” Little Johnny said trembling like a little kid on his first day of school and Frank sat there on the bed, his eyes riveted on Bailey.
“Well…” Bailey said. “I have been thinking it over….50 G’s isn’t enough.”
“Fuck bitch,” Little Johnny said. “How much more….”
“One hundred G’s,” Bailey said, placing the cigarette on the dresser and wrapping both hands around the Glock.
“Fine, fine bitch,” Little Johnny said. “100….”
“No,” said Bailey with a smile. “200…I’m a greedy worthless cunt.”
“200 G’s! Are you out of your fucking mind girl????” Little Johnny said.
“Bailey,” Frank said quietly. “I can do better than that.”
“Shut up Frank!” Bailey said. “You’ve done enough! All right, nigga. Is it 200 G or not.”
“Ok… ok” Little Johnny, his mind trying to race and gain a perspective. “200 it is.”
“One more thing,” Bailey said.
“What bitch,” Little Johnny said.
“I want to hear you beg for your worthless life,” Bailey sneered. “Get on your knees and beg…..”
“Wait lady…”
“I’m not waiting…. Do it now!!”
Little Johnny sized up the situation. The bitch was deadly, insane even. But he was Little Johnny… the baddest ass in the Bronx. He could get out of this. He had to buy time. He dropped to his knees.
“All right girl…,” he said, dropping to his knees and clasping his hands in front of him in supplication. “I’m asking…”
“Beg motherfucka,” Bailey commanded.
“I’m begging you,” Johnny said.
“One more thing,” Bailey said.
“Wazzdat,”
“You called me a cheap white cunt,” Bailey growled. “I don’t like that fucking word.”
“Hey… I was just joking with you… I means nothing of it…..”
Bailey fired twice. Both were direct hits into Little Johnny’s forehand and he careened over backward.
Bailey took the cigarette off the dresser and took a drag. Frank felt his breath again and his heart returned to normal.
He got off the bed, stood up and looked at the carnage of three dead men. He looked at Bailey and she smiled.
“Now what do we do?” he said.
“Don’t worry,” Bailey said casually. “Get dressed. This will all be taken care of.”
“Really?” Frank said as Bailey crushed out her cigarette on the same dresser where she had hidden the Glock.
Frank came to her and put his arms around her. They kissed one more time as blood soaked the carpet around her.
“God Damn it,” Frank said hoarsely. “Who are you?”
“You said it yourself,” Bailey said. “I’m your Empress.”
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