D’Kass Black Presents Jail’s Bait: Chains & Cuffs (Book 3)

I was in da shower, rinsing off from earlier this mornin- Joop hadda get up early for his first day at the new gig at the mall so I hadda send him off wit a smile on his lips... so ta speak.

I reached behind me to scrub my ass an felt how my hole still felt puffd up an a lil sore- it always wuz like dat right after me an Joop fukkd.  I smiled thinkin of how he had got me against da wall a couple hourz ago, poundin da shyt outta me wit his big ass dick, excited az hell about his first day at work.  Standin there in da shower fingerin my ass, I hoped that our lil session helped him calm down some.  My dick got all hard then an I thought about jerkin it but I figured I’d save da nutt for Joop when he got off later.  He was working at the store I copped his Timbs from for his comin home party last year, where I had got dat hoe for Rah-Rah cuzzin DJ Slyyce to fuck as payment for him D.J.’in da party.  Not dat she knew the real reason she got to come to the party beforehand, though.  Girls can be a sukka for a pretty face nicca- and I knew she still worked there as a manager so Joop’ll be iight since he a pretty nicca too.  Thinkin bout how pretty SHE was, however, kept my dick up though.

I turned off the water and picked up the short face towel.  I started dryin off my hair and, butt-ass and drippin, I went into my bedroom and grabbed my large towel off da bed, not lookin at what I was doin wit my face all in da towel.  I bent over and started dryin my legs- and that’s when I realized that something in the room was… off.

I didn’t feel alone.

I stood up and, my dick still at half-mast, turned and looked behind me.

Rah-Rah was sittin on the chair in the corner by the window, a wide-eyed look on his face.

I jumped, startled out of my skin.  “YO SUNN-” I yelped, fallin back on the bed stumbling.

Rah-Rah still aint said not one word by this time.  I suddenly remembered I was still butt-ass, with a half-hard dick which was slowly moving back and forth right in front of Rah-Rah, who hadn’t blinked or nuthin,  just sat there starin at me naked.

I grabbed my towel and put it in front of me.  “AY YO- how did you get in hurr,” I said, still shook.  “No one’s home to let you in.”

“The door was open,” Rah-Rah said, still starin at the bulge under my towel.  I was waitin for you to get outta da shower.”

“Why you aint say nuthin, yell out ta let me know you wuz there?” I spat out, tryin to wrap my towel round myself without him seein what he wasn’t posed to see.  “You just sittin there; damn, let a nicca know when you up in his crib..!”

“Sorry, I-” he started ta say, and then he turned his face away.  “Yo get dressd,” he said, gettin up and goin for the door. “I’ll wait in da hall for you ta-”

“Naw, we men yo,” I said casually, hatin dat I hadda say it- “u could stay right there, we got da same shyt.”

He like hesitated, and then sat back down, lookin da other way.  We started talkin bout lil lite shyt while I finishd dryin off an got dressd.

I knew if I had let him go wait in da hall like I was a girl and needed my privacy, he would KNOW sum was funny.  I hadda play it loose to make sure he aint pick up on nuthin.  Still, da way he LOOKED at my dick… I wondered then if my dick was bigger than his, which was why he mighta got so mesmerized by it- and it coulda been a trick of the light, but it seemed that while he was in da chair Rah-Rah had a lump in his jeanz… but I could been wrong about dat.

Rah-Rah aint down- of all people, me an Joop would picked up on it if he WAS.

“I-I just came by to see if yall wanted ta do sumthin,” Rah-Rah wuz sayin.  “Where Joop at?”

“Oh, he started his new j-o today,” I answered, pulling on my white-tee, and sittin down on the bed to slip my socks on, tryin to shake that weird vibe that Rah-Rah had gave me.  ‘That’s the second time he made me feel all weirded out,’ I thought to myself; da thought dat he MIGHT be starin at me like dat- well, I put dat outta my head rite quick.  Rah-Rah jus aint get down like dat.”

“Yo Mar, since you free then,” Rah-Rah said, “you wanna come down to da mall wit me?  We’ll go check out yo boi at his new gig.”

“Yeah, we could do dat,” I answered, my sudden excitement at seein Joop earlier than usual really comin thru in my voice without meanin it to.

Rah-Rah stiffened up a lil then, enuff for me to notice; then he seemed to get over it.  “Yo when u ready we could get goin,” he said, headin for the door, all quiet-like.  “I’ll get my whip, so be outside in like 10 mins.” And then he wuz gone.

I stoppd lacin up my kicks an stared after Rah-Rah.  There was sum up wit him, I knew it; but I couldn’t place what wuz goin on wit him in my head at all.  He seemd like he had a lil problem wit Joop, but for da life of me I couldn’t figure out what it could be… adjustin my sweats an grabbin my Du-Rag, I headed out da door after Rah-Rah.

***

Me an Rah-Rah had pulled up to the mall about ten minnits ago, and we were in da plaza area lookin at clothes stores an girlies an shyt, jus wanderin around till we could get over to Joop’s store.  I was havin fun, lookin at da Folex watches in the Lourneau store, thinkin bout how much I needed dat Follie in da display case to be on my arm.  Rah-Rah came up behind me, real close- and I could smell his breath on my neck.

“Yo which store he work in?”

I moved away from Rah-Rah, he was getting up on my azz an I aint like it.  “Joop at Jizzo’s, that store where I copp my Tims an shyt.  They always got da color joints in stock.”

Rah-Rah nodded.  He frowned then.  “Yo don’t Joop got like madd doe now?  Why he workin at a mall when he could buy anything in this mugg?”

I raised my eyebrows in a shrug.  “Yeah he got da inheritance an shyt, he good wit cash now.  But this shyt is part of his parole; he got like 2 months left or sum, but he gotta make it look good to da parole board dat he complyin an shyt.”  I left out da Lourneau store, Rah-Rah right behind me.

“I thought yo pops was his P.O.- why he can't cook da books an make it look like Joop-”

“We askd him fo dat but he aint budge, he said dat he wanted to treat Joop da same way he’d treat any of his parolees so dat it wouldn’t look like he was givin out favors an shyt,” I said, still madd at dat one.  “My pops jus didn’t understand.”

“I dunno, if I wuz yo pops I’d do anything you wanted me ta do,” Rah-Rah said almost under his breaf, lookin da other way.

I stared at him, wonderin what he meant by dat, but he wuz lookin at sum honeys dat walked past in summer short-shorts.  I wuz REALLY startin to get a strange vibe from Rah-Rah, and wonderin just how much he would do for me- if I asked.

“Yo aint dat da store down there,” he asked, pointin to da one on the end near Jay-Z Pennies Outlet.

“Yeah, dats it,” I said happily, knowin I was gonna see my nicca in like 5 minnits..!  I tried to play it off, but my heart was skippin.  I love Joop so fuckin much.

“Yo lets try ta sneak up on him; see if we could catch da nicca doin no good,” Rah-Rah said.  It almost sounded like he was serious.

“Yeah,” I said in a co-conspirator way.  “We could get sum free shyt if he up to dat five-finga discount.”  We walked up to da store next to Jizzo’s and peeked round da wall inside da store full of da flyest ghetto style clothes an shoes an shyt.

No one was there.

Rah-Rah looked at me, I returned da look.  We then walked into da store and looked around.  We saw nuthin but merchandise everywhere, all neat an ready to be sold.  But where were da werkers?

“Yo they jus up an left da store unprotected just like dat,” Rah-Rah said, stunned.  “Yo we could boost da SHYT outta this place an no one would know…”

“Naw,” I said, pointing at a alarm by da front entrance.  “If we even try-”

Just then we heard a muffld sound comin from da storeroom.  We looked at each other an decided to chk an see if anyone was back there.  We slowly moved to where we heard da sound, and then… the sound of slurpin noises, comin from da back.

For sum reason my heart started beatin wit madd fear- I aint wanna go back there an see what I felt was there to be seen… but Rah-Rah was like, “Yo sumone iz gettin BRAIN, nicca,” he whispered, an he sprinted down the aisle packed with boxes and clothes to the back of the stockroom, me following.

Rah-Rah rounded the corner at da end- an stopped dead.  I got up behind him and he looked back at me like he aint want me to look, but then he stepped back witout a werd.  I went to the end of the aisle, goin around Rah-Rah and saw-

 

“OH SHYT!!!!”

***

FIVE MINUTES BEFORE….

I wuz in da back packin up da new merchandize dat came in that week, tryin to stakk an catalog eerything and at da same time tryin to keep from bein too depressd.  I wuz missin Mar too much rite then, I couldnt wait to git home an hold my nicca close; I really aint know I wuz gonna miss him this much.  I aint have to werk befo now cause my pops an Mr. Clark coverd fo me on da parole-y shyt, but now they wuz sayin dat there wuz sum investigation cummin up at da prison, an eeything hadda be for real what they said it wuz on paper- meanin dem lazy summer dayz wit Mar wuz over fa now- til my parole wuz up; I knew dat at least in anotha monff or two I could bounce dis joyint an go bac ta layin up wit my shawty.

Jus thinkin bout Mar made my nuttz start ta stirr up and befo you know it my joint was jumpin in my jeans.  I reached in to adjust it, thinkin bout when I got home, an witout thinkin i pulld it out in da stockroom an started strokin, feelin the smooth, strong silky skin of da shaft as i pulled it up an down to it got to its full 10.5 inch length.  The scent of my nuttz rose up an I closed my eyez, thinkin bout how much I loved Mar...

...I could almost feel his sexy azz lips on my joint, and I leaned bck against the wall, putin my hands behind my head while in my head his mouf went up an down, slurpin loud, makin my thik azz joint swell big-big in his tite throat...

...‘Damn, it aint never felt so tite befo,’ I thought to myself as I leaned my waist into him sukkin me like a lil ol’ suction- an dats when I realized my hands were behind my head, but dat feelin of gettin brain wuz still goin on...

... but it felt too real.  I opened my eyes an lookd down.

Kneelin on da flo FO REAL sukkin on my dick was my supervisor, dat chick Markette, dis same ho who fukkd Rah-Rah cuzzin, dat DJ, at my comin home party last year.

At first I wuz too stunnd to move, and her mouf felt so fukkin good... she lookd up an smiled through a mouf full-o-dick.  I startd fightin thru da dizzy feelin; dis shyt wuz WRONG.  But she grabbd da back of my knees an swallowed my joint all da way down in one swoosh. My kness got weak an I almost fell so I grabbd da bac of her head to catch my balance, which made my dic go to da bac of her throat- she chokd on it.

“OH SHYT!!!!”

I lookd up.  Standin by the aisle back to da stockroom do’ wuz MAR, wit Rah-Rah rite behind him.  They wuz both standin dere with they moufs wide open an lookin all shockd.

My heart droppd into my pants.  I yankd my dic outta Marquette mouf wit a loud wet PLOP an pushd her away- she hit da flo wit a yell.

I aint say nuthin at first, for sum reason my mouf wouldnt werk.  I aint never been so shook in my whole life, not even when Mar found out bout me an Mr. Clark…  I lookd at my nicca, my pants all open an my dic layin limp outside my boxrs, still wet from dat bitch's spit.

Mar just stood dere, lookin at me an Markette layin on da flo befo me, her heavin real hard still like she wuz tryin to catch her breaf.  Den Mar cleard his throat.  “Yo I aint mean to innerupt,” he said, an den jus like dat he turnd around an left.

Rah-Rah gave me dis... look, I aint know but it lookd kinda smug.  He lookd at Marquette kinda like he knew her, and jus shook his head.  He went after Mar, an me an Marquette lookd at each other.

“Yo sup wit yo boy RahRah,” she said gettin up from da flo, wiping her mouf off an likkin her fingerz.  “He look like he wuz missin out, he coulda joined in.”

So they did know each other- probably sum ol’ hoe he fukkd once, an I jus messd wit his leftovers…. I just got madd quiet an shovd my half-hard dic bac in my jeanz.  It wuz my fault.  If I hadn’t been lettin dis hoe suc on my dic after I knew whut wuz goin on, I wouldn’t be in dis mess.  I wuz thinkin bout Mar all da time she wuz brainin me, but he aint NEVER gonna be’lie dat after whut he jus saw.

Marquette came over ta me an put her hand on my dic thru da pants leg.  “Yo I wanna finish up on dat-”

She got rewarded fo touchin my dic again wit a backhand pimp slap to da jaw.

Marquette fell once again screamin to da flo as I steppd over her an marchd out da stockroom an out da sto, her screams tellin me dat I wuz fired an to never cum back.

Well so much fo dat.

I aint curr bout no fukkin job rite bout now, I jus needed to find my nicca befo he do sum he may regret- or worse, befo he let dat fukkin nicca Rah-Rah talk him into doin sum he may regret- sum I aint gonna forgive.  I stalkd da mall to da parkin lot, pushin niccas an beyacches outta my way.