"The Pleasure Principle" {Part 4/4}

Once in California, I began my norm and proceeded to make some doe. It was hard to start over, but I managed to set up shop within a matter of weeks. Out of the blue, I received a call from an old client named Devon Armstead. I was glad to see an old face with long money. Devon was a rich oil tycoon out of Texas who loved black women. As always, he requested that I dressed in red lingerie and I was only happy to oblige after a limo arrived to take me to Fredericks to get the just right ensemble for what was going down later. When I returned home, I quickly showered, packed my bag of tricks, and went to the hotel. When I arrived, I asked for him and the desk attendant told me he was expecting me and handed me a hotel card key for room 112. I went up one floor and used my hotel card to enter the room. It was a gorgeous suite that overlooked the city and there were red rose petals all over the floor and a note that read: "Make yourself at home, beautiful. I had to run out, but I will return shortly. Look in the closet, there is a surprise for you ☺" The interesting thing is that game should’ve recognized game. I should’ve got the hell out of there, but I didn't. When I opened the closet door, there stood Redd with a rose in his mouth. My breath was caught in my throat. I took a few steps back, but I couldn’t will myself to run. My mind was racing.

I blurted out, “You’re not Devon!”

He threw the rose at me. “You think?”

How on earth did this motherfucka find me?

"You stupid bitch! Did you think you could get away from me, LaKisha?" he asked, stepping out of the closet.

How this nigga gonna call me by my government name? How the fuck did he find me? I thought to myself, as he backed me into the corner. "It's not what you think, Redd ... really," I said in a pleading tone.

"Well, it appears you were getting money in Jersey and I see that wasn't enough for your trifling ass," he spat before smacking me across the face. He smacked me repeatedly until I cried out.

“No more, please! No more!” I couldn't believe he hit me, but this was the game and I had to respect it. Tears began to stream down my eyes, making my Christian Dior mascara run. "I just wanted ... ummm ... I just," I mumbled between the sobs.

"Look, bitch! This is real shit here. You know you couldn’t come to Cali or anywhere thinking you ‘bout to be running shit without me. There are rules to this game and you should’ve known who you were fucking with," Redd said before smacking me again.

"I know Redd. I know! Please stop hitting me! I can't take it anymore,” I pleaded.

“Don’t tell me what to do! I told you that you belonged to me. You thought I was playing? Did you hear me? I asked you a fucking question. Did you forget?”

I shook my head.

“No, you forgot. I’m about to teach that ass a lesson.”

Redd grabbed my arm and threw me against the wall. My teeth clicked when the back of my head banged against it. He punched me so hard that it felt as though my brain shook. I cried and pleaded for him to stop, but that only seemed to make him angrier. He began raining punches on every spot of my body. I felt as though I was going to lose consciousness when he finally he stopped. He lifted me from the floor and ripped my lingerie off. Then he flung me onto the bed and climbed between my legs.

I cried out, “Please, Redd. No!”

"But I thought this is what you loved so much," he said, with a sinister grin on his face and then penetrated my dry walls.

I cried out, “Ouch! You’re hurting me!”

He ignored my cries and continued fucking me harder. Suddenly, he pulled out. He flipped me over on all fours and, without warning or lubrication, this nigga shoved his dick in my ass.

I howled in pain. “Ouch!”

He laughed cynically. A few minutes later, he pulled out and dragged me off the bed throwing me onto the floor. He commanded me to get up on my knees. He rubbed his dick in my face. “Suck it!”

I shook my head. Redd slapped me. Reluctantly, I took his manhood and put in my mouth. I proceeded to work his dick back and forth. He told me to play with my pussy. He squeezed my breasts hard as I played with my clit.

“Ouch!” I shrieked, pulling away.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me back. “Suck my dick, bitch!”

As much as I wanted to gnaw it off and feed it to his ass, I didn't. Instead, I continued to suck for 15 minutes until that sorry motherfucka came all over my face and in my hair. He looked down at me with disgust and with his foot, he kicked me away like I was a piece of trash on the street.

You asshole! I screamed inside my head not daring to say it aloud.

Redd left me there in the middle of the floor as he walked to the bathroom. I just sat on the floor, wondering when the hell I was going to wake up from this nightmare when I realized it was just the beginning. I knew he wasn’t about to let me go anywhere without him knowing my whereabouts, but I had to get to a doctor. It hit me that the nigga didn’t bother using a rubber.

He yelled from the bathroom, "You already know what’s up. So just consider this your only warning. Get your shit and let’s go. You’re going back to Jersey.”

“I can’t just leave like this, Redd.”

“What did you just say to me? You can’t?” He came out of the bathroom in what seemed like one long stride. He pimp slapped me.

I bit my lip as I fell backwards. I could taste my own blood as my hand went to my mouth. Quickly regaining my composure, I shook my head. “I was trying to tell you about my lease on the apartment I got, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry about that. My boys are already moving yo’ shit out. I paid it up for the rest of the year, so I want my money back. That means when we get back, I expect you to handle your business my way. For your lying and deceitfulness, your traps will be double what it used to be. Don't disappoint me, Laci."

I nodded silently. He stared down at me for what seemed like an eternity. I was relieved when his cell rang. He looked at it and smiled turning his back to me. I didn't know what to do, but I pulled myself from the floor and went to the bathroom to clean up. I almost jumped out of my skin when he appeared behind me.

"So what's good, playboy?" Redd asked the person on the phone, while he kissed my bare shoulder.

I cringed inside and focused on my reflection in the mirror. I frowned. The bruises everywhere made my beautiful face resemble that of a raccoon. He walked back into the suite, leaving the door open. I looked at Redd and then back at the mirror. For the first time, I didn't like the person I saw.

Suddenly, I heard him say, "Laci is just fine. I just taught the bitch a lesson and class is over. Yeah. We’re going to leave as soon as she gets dressed."

I went back into the suite because I wanted to know who he was talking to. As if he knew what I was about to say, Redd walked towards me. He stopped in front of me and smiled before blurting out, "My nigga, Aaron, sends his regards." Then he turned on his heel and began exiting the room.

I stood in the middle of the floor suddenly feeling week in the knees. I yelled at his back, "Wait a minute. How the fuck do you know—"

Redd turned around as he opened the door. "I told ya'll hoes before ... don't hate the playa, hate the game!”

THE END

Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 1/4}
Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 2/4}
Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 3/4}

By: Kisha Green
author/publisher of the novel "And Even If I Did"
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