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| ISBN-13: | 9781463413323 |
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| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication date: | 07/28/2011 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 308 |
| File size: | 806 KB |
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Money & The Power
By Maurice Hawthorne Jason D. Brantley
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2011 Maurice Hawthorne & Jason D. BrantleyAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4634-0455-0
Chapter One
The checkered marble dance floor of Club Sensation is semi-crowded. The multicolored fluorescent lights rotate, reflecting off the mirrored ceilings. Music by Lil Wayne blares from the concert speakers. "Let me lick you like a lollipop."Chris stands at the bar dressed in a two piece Armani suit. A lengthy platinum iced out chain drapes down his muscular chest. He towers over the bar standing six foot eight. Chris was drafted to the NBA two years ago. He's also been label M.V.P. player of the year for the Milwaukee Bucks.
Chris' platinum pinky ring twinkles, reflecting off the multiple widescreen televisions that overlook the bar as he sips on a bottle of Louis thirteen conversating with a beautiful hazelnut skinned woman in her early twenties. From the very first moment Chris arrived at club Sensation all eyes were on him. A majority of the women in the club has been delivering him flirtatious looks.
Being a pro basketball player, Chris always has his way with the women.
He places all his attention on Nisha, staring at her cleavage. Her hard nickel sized nipples are embossed under the lady Enyce halter top enticing him.
"So, what a beautiful lady like yo' self doing out here by herself?" Chris inquired, gazing into her ebony brown almond shaped eyes.
"I just wanted to get out of the house for a minute," Nisha answered, sipping on a shot of Hen.
"So, what you got planned for later on?" Nisha focuses on the front entrance of the club in a daze, taking her attention off of Chris. "You a'ight ma?" Chris asked, staring in the same direction.
A man enters the club violating the dress code, wearing a white Polo t-shirt, denim Red-Monkey jeans and a pair of crispy white Italian Air force Ones. He gives the security a dab as he trudges pass them without being searched or displaying any form of identification becoming the center of attention. He seats himself on the butter soft leather chair in the V.I.P section. A waitress sashays in his direction greeting him with a friendly white smile.
Nisha rises up out of her seat placing her drink on top of the bar. "It was nice meeting you Chris, but I have some business to handle. I'm sorry ... maybe you can catch me on a rebound," Nisha apologized. She prances over to the V.I.P section with her Lady Enyce skirt hugging her curvaceous 34-26-40 frame. She seats herself beside the man she has known for 6 months. "Hey stranger, where you been hidin' for the last two weeks?"
"I had to handle some important business affairs. You know me baby. So, what you been up to sexy?"
"Now why would you ask me a crazy question like that?" Nisha leans over resting her head on his shoulder caressing his muscular arm and says, "You know I been lookin' for you. It's been two weeks since we did the nasty." Nisha proclaimed, giving him a hint.
A waitress approaches them interrupting their conversation holding a bottle of Moet. "Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but the man over there asked me to deliver this in courtesy of him to you and your companion." She pointed to Chris who is staring in their direction. They make eye contact with Chris and he nods his head. Chris cannot remember the last time he was rejected by a woman. I can't believe she just rejected me for a nobody ass nigga. Chris takes another sip of the Louis Thirteen.
"Excuse me for a minute baby girl," Motion said, in a smooth rich voice.
"Where you going?" Nisha inquired.
"I need to have a few words wit' somebody."
He walks over to the man he knows from watching him play basketball on television. He slowly struts to the bar to accompany Chris, clutching the bottle of Moet. Chris looks down at him as he sits the bottle of Moet atop the bar.
"Check this out playboy. I know who you is and who you play fo'. So, allow me to introduce myself." A burly built security guard steps up to the two men.
"Mr. Hopson, is everything okay over here."
"Yeah, it's okay. I'm just havin' a few words wit' my man."
"A'ight. Holla if you need me," the security guard respectfully stated.
"Like I was sayin' before we was interrupted. They call me Motion. I appreciate yo' courtesy, but that would be unprofessional of me to accept yo'offer being that I'm the owner of this establishment. Besides, I don't drink nothin' that cheap my man. So since you're a guest, It's on me for the rest of the night. And that woman over there, you can have her once I'm finish with her. Yo Ricky." Motion shouts over the music to the bartender.
"What's up boss?"
"Make sure you give my man Chris here anything he wants for the rest of the night," Motion said with authority.
"A'ight boss man."
Motion extends his hand to Chris. "It was nice meetin' you my man." Chris rejects his handshake feeling disrespected.
"I'm straight lil dawg. I just signed a contract for two point three million," he arrogantly said, staring down at Motion with a smirk on his face.
"Congratulations my man, I'm glad to hear that," Motion replied, sensing Chris' pent anger. "I guess I'll see you around. Have a nice night." Motion politely said, before walking away.
Motion returns to the V.I.P section seating himself next to a smiling Nisha. "Sorry about that baby gir1. Now let's get back to where we started." Motion suggested, reaching his hand underneath the table gently fondling Nisha's thick thighs.
"Mmmm," Nisha purred with her eyes partially closed.
As the couple enjoys each other's companionship an unknown man sits in a secluded area of the club wearing a pair of sunglasses sippin' on a shot of Remy. He observes them closely bobbin his head to Pliers "I Am the club."
Hours pass by quickly bringing the night to an end. Motion glimpses at his Jacob And co. Twelve time zone tourbillion watch. "I'm ready to go lounge baby. What about you?"
"I'm ready when you ready bay," Nisha responded, grabbing her signature Gucci purse off the table. They embrace each other's hand and squeezes through the massive crowd of people heading for the exit.
The unknown man that has been watching them the whole night rises from his seat following behind them.
A snaky procession of automobiles flood the streets of downtown Milwaukee. Chris moves through the heavy traffic in his platinum Range Rover. The chrome 24 inch symbolic rims flickers reflecting off the street lights and blaring headlights from the ongoing traffic. A caravan of classic cars prowls Waterstreet equipped with 24 inch flat faced rims and numerous television screens glowing on the interior of the cars. A 76 Cutty with watermelon paint leading the entourage pulls up on the passenger's side of Chris' Range Rover blasting Jim Jones "Ballin."
Chris makes eye contact with the driver of the Cutty who appears to be no older that 19 years of age wearing a white t-shirt, rose gold necklace, and a new York Yankee's fitted hat. They greet each other with a nod. The glass packs on the old school automobiles growls, commingling with blaring car horns, numerous car systems, and the cacophony sound of downtown. The volcanic sound escaping the 76 Cutty shakes the surface. The driver of the Cutty bobs his head reciting the lyrics from the song. "So we lean wit' it, rock wit' it, convertible Jones mean wit' the top missin, I'm sittin' clean wit' the bottom kitted, I hopped out, my saggy jeans and my rocks glisten, bailliinn."
A black Lamborghini Murcielago Roaster swoops onto the scene pulling up parallel to the driver's side of Chris' truck. Multiple car horns blow acknowledging the driver of the Lamborghini. He waves his hand to the onlookers, as if he is the president. Chris stares into the extravagant topless sports car locking eyes on a smiling Nisha and Motion.
"Yo rookie!" Motion yelled, leaning forward in the driver's seat, with a pair of Cartier sunglasses resting on his forehead. The five karat diamond earrings in his earlobes twinkle with the movement of his head. "This what real ballers do," Motion proclaimed, reaching into his pocket. He retrieves a thick wad of crispy big face hundred dollar bills popping the rubber band off of it. He balls up five thousand dollars and tosses it at Chris. Hundred dollar bills float in the air dropping like leaves. "Get yo' weight up rookie," Motion said with a devious grin on his face. He presses the push button gear shift as the light turns green. Smoke billows from the spinning tires causing the rear end of the Lamborghini to swerve uncontrollably as he shifts gears. A piercing screech penetrates the atmosphere as he vanishes into the traffic no longer visible.
Motion arrives to his one bedroom bachelor's pad located in the town of West Allis. Motion met Nisha prancing out of Mayfair shopping mall with her best friend Denita. Nisha played hard to get for the first two weeks, which turned Motion on even more. After their first sexual encounter Motion became addicted to Nisha's sexual techniques. Motion knows that he is only sexually attracted to Nisha. The only woman he has ever loved is Ayesha, the mother of his three year old daughter. They've been living together for the last seven years.
Motion and Nisha steps into the luxurious condominium sinking into the snow white plush carpet. Nisha slips into a trance taking in the stunning beauty of the condominium.
"You want somethin' to drink ma?" Motion inquired walking over to the mini bar that is situated with several different beverages.
"Naw, I had enough to drink for the night baby," Nisha declined. Motion pours himself a drink and rolls up a blunt of purple haze. He takes a toke of the blunt. The potency of the marijuana causes him to choke. Large clouds of smoke escapes his mouth. "Damn baby are you okay?" Nisha inquired, standing behind him massaging his strong muscular shoulders kissing him on the nape of his neck.
"I've been waitin' two weeks for this baby," she admitted, fondling his magic stick causing him an erection. He grabs her by the arm pulling her closer to him locking lips. They simultaneously moan in a moment of passion. "W-Wait baby. I need to use the rest room first. W-Where is the restroom baby?"
"Just go up those steps and turn to yo' right, you can't miss it. I'll be up there in a second," Motion said, watching her apple bottom booty shift from side to side.
Motion makes his way up the steps after turning off the lights in the living room. Nisha presses end on her cellular phone. She turns around unaware of Motion standing behind her. He startles her causing her to cringe.
"My fault baby, I didn't mean to scare you like that. So, who was you talkin' to this late at night?"
"I-I was just letting my friend Denita know that I'm okay and that I probably want make it home 'til this afternoon," Nisha lied, placing her phone back inside her purse. "So, are you ready to finish where we left off?" Nisha asked, changing the subject.
"You know when it comes to you I stay ready ma." Motion grabs her by the hand leading her into the bedroom. They kiss each other wildly peeling off their clothes. They fall backwards landing on top of the bed. She unzips his pants exploring his large mandingo with her warm tongue, as he lay on his back with his eyes partially closed. He cups the back of her head, his groans commingles with the slurping sound as she bobs her head. She twirls her tongue around the head of his dick humming. She coats his dick with warm saliva. She engulfs him whole making his toes ball in a knot.
"Damn ma. You s-suckin' the shit out of this dick." Nisha uses her skillful ability, manipulating him into ejaculating. "Uuuuh shit baby," Motion groans loudly as she swallows his sexual juices. He squirms around in the king size bed as she sucks his now soft dick back to life.
He flips her on her back pinning her legs back. She grips his mandingo guiding it inside of her wetness. He slowly sinks deep inside of her moving his hips in a circular motion. She plants her french manicured fingernails in his back biting down on her bottom lip. He reshapes the contours of her fist tight pussy as he gorilla fucks her.
The 42 inch plasma screen television illuminates the room. Their shadows shift on the ceiling. He drills her from behind spreading her ass cheeks a part staring at the tattoo on her ass cheek that reads 'Bubble Ass'.
Their bodies clap in rhythmicity, as he deep strokes the pussy. She moans loudly gripping the satin sheets. He brings her to an orgasm. Her creamy white sex juice lubricates his manhood. He approaches his climax, his pace quickens and his thrust becomes more powerful.
He holds her by her small waistline hitting all pussy. Motion's stomach muscles tighten involuntarily as he squirts his sex juice allover her round bubble shaped ass.
"Uuuh shit this pussy good as a muthafucka!" Motion proclaimed, making all sorts of sex faces. He squeezes the last of the cum out of his dick. Nisha cracks a flirtatious smile looking over her shoulder. He smacks her on the ass making her round firm ass jiggle.
"Damn you got some mean pussy on you. That pussy so good it make me wanna slap yo' mama." They burst out in laughter.
"Boy you so crazy," Nisha said.
Motion climbs out of the bed. "let me get us a towel," Motion suggested, picking up his pants heading to the bathroom.
He turns on the polish brass faucet allowing the water to run. He removes his cellular phone out of his pants pocket dialing a number. He chats on the phone in a low tone.
Nisha remains on her knees and elbows contemplating. Finally my life is about to change. I wish I was able to have Motion all to myself. I tried my best to win him over. It's time for me to move on without him and stop wishing on a star.
Motion struts back into the room in a pair of boxers holding a wet soapy towel in his hand. "Sorry it took me so long ma," he apologizes snapping Nisha out of her trance.
"That's okay baby." Motion cleanses her with the towel.
They cuddle under the satin sheets feeling exhausted.
Six o'clock in the morning the sun rises, leaping through the crack of the vertical blinds, shining in Motion's face. He squirms in the bed tossing and turning with his eyes partially closed. He winces from the brightness of the sun shining in his face obscuring his vision. He feels the empty space beside him and realizes that Nisha's no longer lying beside him. He glimpses at the closed bathroom door. Maybe she's in the bathroom? Motion climbs out of the bed. He hears the water running as he steps closer to the door. Knock! Knock! Knock! "Nisha is you in there?" Receiving no response Motion slowly opens the door scanning the bathroom, seeing no trace of Nisha. He notices a message written on the bathroom mirror.
Dear Motion,
As you can see I'm long gone. I never meant for it to be like this baby, but a bitch gotta get paid. I didn't want to do you like this, so I hope there's no hard feelings
Love Always, Nisha
She kissed the mirror at the end of the message leaving her lip print on the mirror. "Dirty bitch, I knew you was up to somethin'," Motion mumbled under his breath in frustration.
He turns off the hot water staring into the mirror at his reflection. He is astounded by the man that is standing behind him wearing a pair of sunglasses aiming a stainless steel Sigsauer P226 9 millimeter at the back of his head.
"Put yo'hands where I can see 'em muthafucka!" the intruder rants, watching Motion's every move. "now walk backwards real slow. You move the wrong way I'ma blow noodles out yo' ass."
Motion follows his instructions, slowly backing out of the bathroom.
A second intruder comes into Motion's view wearing a pair of black leather hitters clutching a 50 caliber. "I seen you stuntin' outside the club tossin' hundred dollar bills like it ain't shit. Now it's time for you to toss dat shit this way and make it easy. I know you got a safe in here Charlie." the intruder assumes, glimpsing around the master suite.
"Ain't shit in here man," Motion lied. The intruder strikes him across the head with the 50 caliber. Motion crashes to the floor on one knee cupping his head. He can feel the warm blood leaking from his head. "Shit!" Motion grimaces in pain.
The intruder mounts the high powered handgun against Motion's temple. "I'ma ask you one more time muthafucka. Where ... the ... fuck ... is ... t-" click! click!
(Continues...)
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