Heavy Love(47)

"Thank me. How so?" I stand rigidly, mentally aligning with Fuyoung's every move.

"Su' would go after any and every mark that came our way. Now I like  your style. Victor. You were never one for the easy ones. The highest  bidder always requested you. I came to notice that instead of taking  each and every assignment, like Suyoung would have, you chose the ones  that required precision. Tasks that required a certain set of skills."

I nod. Fuyoung is right about that. And then I took this seemingly easy assignment, all because I have rarely been in States.

Fuyoung completes her consideration with a sardonic statement, "I'm sure you will be missed."

"Missed," I chuckle. "Where the fuck am I going?"

Fuyoung looks around and delights at how busy the street is. "You aren't  wearing your watch with its Inspector Gadget capabilities. I can only  presume, that you are left to your natural devices," she says. Her eyes  sweep up and down my body. "Even still, you outweigh me by 100 pounds?"

"Easy." 215. Pure muscle.

She chuckles, knowing exactly what I'm implying. We know how easy it would be to put this little trickster out of her misery.

"You've done me a solid Vic. there's no rift between you and I. Now that  you are no longer employed through X-Member, I believe there is a place  for me."

My eyes lock onto Fuyoung to determine if she's telling the truth. "You're not here to avenge Suyoung's death?"

"No. On the contrary," Fuyoung's fingers creep up my shoulder, "Besides  reveling in the fact that I will become the newest and most sought out  assassin with X-Member, the others will be coming after you. I only have  one request." She licks thin, pink lips.

"What is that?" I smile.

"To fuck you one last time before the other's arrive … "



We end up at the Hilton, where Fuyoung has a double bed. It's a standard  room of various colors of beige. The room is half way to the top of the  building, with no focal view for possible snipers. Soon as we step  inside, Fuyoung is all over me. Her tongue goes twirling into my mouth.  At this very instant, I remember fucking the Siamese Twins. No, I wasn't  just talking a good game when Suyoung had spoken of our ménage trios in  Rome. These women were really unforgettable. However, I do recall  washing my mouth out very well after that time. Their tongues had this  snake like effect, and not in a good way.

Fuyoung drenches my mouth with spit, and her tongue traces every inch of  my mouth. I complete my view of the hotel room. One exit. A few  possible weapons, though nothing that she could use.

Fuyoung's legs wrap around me. I grab her tiny waist, and plant her on  the ground. I have become fully cognizant of the tactics that are  readily available to her. Her tight eyes narrow for a second at being  disregarded, then Fuyoung stops. My knuckles graze Fuyoung's cheek.  Taking a deep breath, she slowly closes her eyes, becoming vulnerable.

I lean in closer, watching the rise and fall of her breast underneath  her sports bra. Her neck pulse is exposed and calling out to me. My lips  nibble at that soft velvety skin, feeling her heart quicken even more.  Fuyoung is doing her best to be submissive, even though she's a  take-charge type.         

     



 

As my lips travel up her collarbone, she almost wavers. I wrap my hands  at the small of her back. Then I continue to kiss behind her ear, and  then softly whisper, "What do you want to do to me?"

It's so hard for her to speak at the moment. She almost stammers on her  words. She's visibly frustrated. My lips take to Fuyoung's earlobe,  weakening her resolve. "Tell me," I command.

"Mmmake …  love to me," Fuyoung murmurs.

Never.

"Make love to yourself," I reply.

Fuyoung starts to remove her bra.

"Stop."

Fuyoung is baffled again. I'm beyond irritated. "Slowly," I plant myself  behind her, and press my manhood against her spandex pants.

"Mmmm," Fuyoung moans. Her back arches as she slips out of the sports bra.

Soon as it hits the floor, I rub my hand up her thin waist. Fuyoung's  skin is velvet to the touch as I take her hands. I bring them around,  helping her place them in her pants.

"Tell me how it feels," I ask, beginning to disconnect myself from  Fuyoung's version of rationality. She's emitting sex; it's mingling with  my testosterone so well that Fuyoung has forgotten to fear me.

"I can feel your dick, Victor, as it plunges inside of me. In my mouth, in my cunt, in my a – "

SNAP. The sound is low, yet pristine in the quiet hotel room as Fuyoung. Her long, and once graceful, neck hits the floor.





Lux

While wearing a stretchy-type of cheap dress, Aliyah looks me up and  down for opting for jeans, leather boots and a sweater. "What, it's  going to be cold this evening?" I tell Aliyah, while closing the gate  that leads to my loft upstairs. "Besides, Stan is licking his lips, so  my attire is douche bag approved," I reply, looking into the front seat  of the late-model green Explorer where Stan is riding shotgun with his  cousin Tommy.

Deondre's kid sister had a Hollow's Eve performance at the Ballet  Academy this evening, so he had to opt out. However, I haven't begun to  regret agreeing to this double date.

"Hey Luxury, you looking fine tonight," he says while leaning outside  the car. Stan is about 5' 7, which is tall enough. He's this beautiful  dark brown, but has uncomplimentary yellow teeth. I look toward Aliyah  knowing that this had to be a favor, and she's opening the back door.  Evidently, these gentlemen won't be playing a role. I'm not big on  chivalry, but Victor has every area covered. In almost two weeks of  knowing him, I've become spoiled. But why do I think twice before  getting in the back seat of the car?



We go to Paulie's Pub. The music switches up every time someone has  enough change, which is often. With so many different types of people,  one can go mad as rap twines into Country then fades into R&B and  breaks out in heavy rock. Despite the chill of the evening, the place is  packed out and it takes us a while to get a pool table. Stan buys me a  beer. I refuse it. I'm not drinking alcohol tonight, so he tries to  teach me how to play pool.

"Not like that, Luxury. Hold the stick like … " He comes up to me and tries to help me position the pool stick in my hands.

Tommy racks up all the balls. Aliyah hasn't been able to get them  scattered with the beginning hit. Her boyfriend makes an easy right,  corner pocket.

"I got this." I try to move away, but his arm is wrapped around me.

"You sure?" he says, funky breath singing at my cheek.

"Very," I yank the pool stick and make a move that lands the red solid ball in the middle left pocket.

Twenty minutes in, Aliyah and I are beating the guys. Mostly it's me  doing all the work, because she's spending more time in Tommy's arms  than trying to play her turn. At each point we gain over the boys,  Stan's even more irritated.

He begins to flirt with the Latina's at the next table. They are  enjoying a girl's night out instead of a real game of pool. They're too  drunk to give a damn that the creeper will take just about each and  every one of them if they are willing. Hell, all at the same time.

I don't even concern myself when Stan's sloppy-ass hands get to poking  and prodding one of the girls. Her body is stuffed into jeans and a  spandex top, as he teaches her how to do nothing in particular. Her pool  stick only continues to go left and right of the white ball.

Stan goes back and forth, flirting and trying to catch up on our game. Tommy and Aliyah are kissing more than playing.

"Aliyah, your turn," I tell her, while sipping on a Shirley Temple. I  hope that after this game is done, I can sneak out back, since Stan  knows there will be no late night romps. He's showing his ass; so  luckily, I can breathe easy in the clear. Never mind the sloppy sounds  my girl and her guy are making, I'd rather be home playing Monopoly with  Dad. Yeah, I'm almost at the home front.         

     



 

"Lux, your play," she says. Tommy's arms are wrapped around her from  behind, as if they're ready to get down right then and there.

"No!" Stan comes back over after having flirted with the other girl. "Aliyah, it's your turn. You need to play."

"Why, because we're winning?" I fold my arms.

"Bitch, shut the fuck up," Stan starts toward me. Tommy's super-glued  fingers finally releases Aliyah so he can stop his irritated cousin.  It's either Tommy do so or Aliyah. I can just bet if Aliyah bucks up on  Stan, Tommy is going to have to put him down.

"Man, you need to chill, and treat my baby's home girl with some respect." Tommy looks down at the shorter, angrier dude.

Stan's nostrils flare as he looks up, "Nah, son – "

"Hey, don't you ever call her that!" Aliyah shouts. She tries to get  around Tommy, but his size – even taller than her 5'11' –  and the length of  his arm, keeps her at bay.