The Art of Deceit Page 3

  When Tay called me, he sounded like he was having the time of his life, so I got up, refusing to stay in the house any longer. I went to the spa, got my hair and nails done, and also got a full body wax. I was feeling good and looked even better. When I got back home, I told Carl that we were going out. I dressed to impress, and I told Carl to do the same. When we got in the car, I told the driver to take us to Per Se, one of my favorite restaurants in New York.

  Once there, I ordered a bottle of Armand de Brignac, because I was about to celebrate.

  “So, Carl, tell me, how much money does Tay pay you to guard his life?”

  “He pays me well, and that’s all you need to know.”

  I laughed to piss him off.

  “What’s so funny?” he asked on cue.

  “Carl, please. Tay’von is making millions, and you’re getting paid pennies. I saw the check he gave you for this month. Six thousand dollars. I can make more money than that by shaking my ass in a day.” I laughed even harder and downed my champagne.

  “Look, Tangie, the money that I have in my pocket has nothing to do with you.”

  “Oh, am I getting under your skin already? If so, the next couple of months are going to be tough for you.”

  “So are you trying to tell me that you are going to make my life hell until your so-called man gets back?”

  Damn, that burned. My “so-called man”? Okay, I see that he wants to play hardball, and I am up for the game, I thought.

  “So tell me, Carl, what were you thinking about when you had your fingers all up in me?”

  He damn near choked on his drink. I must have touched a sore spot. He cleared his throat, then answered. “Well, how was I supposed to know that you would still be around? I have seen a lot of girls go through that house. You’re just lucky, that’s all.”

  “Oh, no, no, lucky is not in my vocabulary. I make things happen. I just don’t sit around and wait for luck. To tell you the truth, I think that you are lucky that Tay didn’t see the finger action that you laid on me.”

  He looked at me as if I was tripping. “Girl, please. You’re the one who wouldn’t be here, not me. Plus, it didn’t look like it bothered you, anyways.”

  “So you think that Tay would kick me out and keep you on, right? Carl, you don’t know my game, so stop trying to step onto the court, baby. I hope that you stay long enough to see what I am capable of doing. But, hey, maybe you are right. After all, you have been working with him for a long time, right?”

  I acted as if what he had just said to me had no impact, but I made sure to store it so that I could use it against him another day.

  After dinner, we went to the hottest club in the city. It was a new club by the name of Fire and Ice—fire for the dance floor, and ice for the relaxed lounging area. I planned on challenging Carl’s loyalty to Tay, and in seconds I saw a tasty-looking brother on the dance floor. I left Carl at the bar and made my way to Mr. Tasty. I slid my way between him and the light-skinned girl whom he was dancing with and leaned into him. He smiled, and I turned around and pushed my ass into him. He leaned in and asked me my name, but I didn’t answer. He was just a pawn in the game that I was about to play.

  We bumped and grinded all over the dance floor while his hands roamed over my body. I watched Carl out of the corner of my eye, and he sure as hell was worth the money Tay was paying him. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me. When the song was about to end, I pulled Mr. Tasty in and kissed him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carl rushing over to the dance floor.

  “Okay, Tangie, it’s time to go,” Carl said as he hovered over me.

  “Come on, Carl. I’m just starting to have a good time. Don’t be a tight ass.”

  He yanked my arm so that we could walk off the dance floor, but I pulled away from him.

  “Don’t you dare pull on me,” I growled. “Who in the hell do you think you are? You’re a fucking bodyguard, so step to the side and guard.”

  If I were a man, I was sure Carl would have kicked my ass for screaming at him the way I did. But he just turned and walked away. Good. I have him just where I want him, I thought to myself. I walked after him and grabbed his hand.

  “Come on, Carl. Don’t be like that. I was just having a little fun.”

  He turned to find me smiling like an innocent little girl. He knew that I was dangerous, but he just couldn’t resist. So I played nice and made sure to dance with him for about an hour; then he was putty in my hands.

  “So how much are you going to let me get away with?” I asked him as we headed back to the limo.

  “Not much,” he answered with a smile.

  It was then that I noticed how handsome Carl was. Six feet, four inches tall, 230 pounds, and just plain sexy, but in a powerful way.

  “Can I ask you something, Carl?”

  “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

  “Do you think that I’m sexy?”

  “I really don’t think it matters what I think.”

  “Okay, let me put it like this. What did you think of me when you first met me?”

  “Well, did you ever see that movie Natural Born Killers?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “Do you remember the part with the old Indian guy and the story that he told? You know, the story about the old lady who took in a sick snake and nursed it back to health? Well, one day when she went to go feed it, it bit her. While she lay on the floor, dying, she asked the snake why it had bitten her. The snake looked at her and said, ‘Bitch, you knew I was a snake when you took me in.’”

  I had to smile at this. “So are you saying that you think that I will end up biting the person who takes me in?”

  He smiled and looked right at me. “What I am saying is that you are a snake, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure that you don’t bite me.”

  We both laughed, but for different reasons.

  “Well, do you at least think that I am a sexy snake?” I asked, still trying to get him to answer my question.

  “Well, since you put it like that, I think that you are the sexiest snake that I have ever seen.”

  “Do you want to fuck me, Carl?”

  We got in the limo and took our seats before he reached into his pocket and lit a joint. He smoked it halfway before handing it to me and answering. “Tangie, I watched you fuck Tay’von like a pro. I felt and tasted the wetness that you left on my fingers. So, truth be told, I would fuck the shit out of you, but that’s all hypothetically speaking.”

  I realized that the weed he had just smoked was a truth serum, so I handed it back to him. “Well, Carl, I really think that you are sexy too, but you seem so cold with me at times. I just can’t make you out.”

  He said nothing, so I moved closer to him.

  “You know that Tay is going to be gone for long periods of time, and it will just be you and me,” I said. “So let me ask you this. Who do you fuck when you’re horny?”

  He started to look nervous, and I knew that I had to make my move soon. I waited for him to suck in the weed smoke; then I covered his lips with mine. He pulled away, but I climbed on his lap and faced him.

  “Come on, Carl. I just want a shotgun.”

  I lifted the hand that held the last of the joint up to his mouth, and he took a long pull. Again, I covered his mouth with mine, and when he blew the smoke into my mouth, I slipped him my tongue. He tried to pull away, but I pushed into him harder. He had nowhere to go, so he kissed me back.

  I reached down into his pants and felt his whole body stiffen, but I didn’t stop. I had to smile when I felt the size of his dick. Tay’von had nothing on him, although he could still hang with the big boys. By then things were getting wild in the back of the limo, and we were all over each other. He was sucking on my nipples, and I still had my hand down his pants. Right when I was about to undo them, the limo came to a stop, and the driver put down the privacy window. I got off Carl, and the driver told us that we were at the gates of the house.

  Carl straightened
his clothes and laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked him.

  “I’m saved by the bell,” he said.

  He got out of the car once we were in front of the house. He leaned his head back into the car, then let me know his true feelings.

  “You’re a real fucking snake, Tangie. A real damn snake.”

  He walked away, leaving me sitting in the car. He laughed all the way to the front door, but little did he know that I would have the last laugh, after I bit his ass.

  Chapter 3

  Once I Have Him,

  Then You Can Have Me

  I went straight upstairs and took a long bath. Wrapping Carl around my little finger was going to be harder than I had thought. I was sure that if we hadn’t got to the house so quickly, I would have got his ass. As I sat in my hot bath, I tried to figure out what his weak points were. I knew that he wanted to fuck me, but how could I get him to do it?

  A knock on the bathroom door shook me from my deceitful thoughts.

  “Tangie, Tay is on the phone for you.”

  Carl walked in and held the phone out to me. I stepped out of the tub. Soaking wet, I took the phone and stood directly in front of him.

  “Hey, baby. What’s going on?” I asked Tay.

  Carl tried to hand me a towel, but I took it from him and threw it in the tub.

  “I hear that you and Carl had a late night tonight. I also heard that you have been on your best behavior.”

  “Did Carl tell you that?” I asked.

  “Yes, he did. That’s why he’s there. So that I can know everything that you do.”

  If only Tay knew what was about to go down, he would have shut the fuck up.

  “Well, I’m sure that you have the right person to keep you up to date on what is going on here,” I said as I started to play with myself.

  I opened my legs wide so that Carl could get a good look. I rubbed my clit and talked to Tay at the same time. “Oh, baby, I miss you so much. I wish that you were here with me right now. I would fuck the shit out of you.”

  I watched Carl as he watched me. I could see his dick hardening under the sweatpants that he had changed into. The brain in his head was no match for the weaker yet strangely stronger one in his pants.

  “I wish that I was there too, Tangie, but you know that I have to do these tours, ’cause touring and endorsements are where my real money comes from. You’ll see me soon, so in the meantime, why don’t you play with yourself for me?”

  This made me laugh. It was almost as if he was watching me.

  “Nah, I’m not in the mood to do that right now,” I told him as I leaned on the sink and closed my eyes. I was really starting to make myself feel good.

  “Yeah, okay, but just remember that I will be home soon enough, so you know what you have to do, right?”

  I was tickled to death and was forced to let out a short chuckle. “I know, Tay. I have to wait,” I said out loud, but in my mind I was thinking that I had to wait only until I hung up the phone with him.

  Tay asked to speak to Carl, so I put the phone on speaker and held it out to him, making sure that he had to get closer to me to get it. As soon as he got close enough, I wrapped my legs around him, making sure that he couldn’t get away. He tried to pull away, but my legs were strong, forcing a straining sound to escape from his lips.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Tay’von asked as I inserted one of Carl’s fingers inside me.

  “Nothing. I just had to bend over and pick something up, and you know a nigga’s getting old,” Carl joked and chuckled nervously. But he was no longer pulling away.

  His dick was about to burst through his pants as he started to finger me on his own.

  “Look, man, I need you to really watch this girl for me. I like her and all, but there’s something about her that I just don’t trust yet.”

  “Yeah, I got you. Whatever you want, man,” Carl answered, and I loved every minute of this betrayal.

  Just the thought of Tay’s words and our actions turned me on even more. Carl was finger fucking me while my—wait, how did he put it?—my “so-called man” was asking him to be loyal and keep an eye on me. That was truly ironic in itself.

  Carl hung up the phone, stopped moving his finger, but still left it inside me. “I’m getting the hell out of here,” he announced. He pulled his finger out of me and left the bathroom.

  By the time I got myself dried, lotioned up, and dressed for bed, the dead of night had crept up on me; but I wasn’t done with the cat and mouse games I was playing with Carl. I had gone to the closet to look through my clothes and admire some of my new things when I came across a box with handcuffs in it. An idea popped into my head, and I couldn’t wait to get things poppin’.

  I headed to one of the guest rooms, the one in which Carl was sleeping, and popped my head in. The door was wide open, so I stood there and watched him sleep. His right arm was thrown across his forehead, making what I was about to do a lot easier. I walked over to his bed and leaned over it quietly. I quickly put the handcuffs around his wrist, and before he could react, I attached the other end of the cuffs to the headboard and locked it. He opened his eyes and tried to pull his arm down, but that was a no go.

  “No, no, nigga, you ain’t going nowhere,” I said.

  He had a look of shock on his face, and it turned me on. I climbed on top of him and sat on his boxers. He had one hell of a body, and I wanted it in every way possible.

  “Get the fuck off of me, Tangie,” he said as he tried to pull his arm down again.

  “Relax, Carl. You don’t want the cuffs to get too tight around your wrist, now do you? Plus, you didn’t want to give it to me, so now I have to take it.”

  I kissed his lips, and although they were cold and closed, I continued, anyway. I licked his lips and moved to his neck and ears. Then I moved down to his chest and licked one of his nipples. I felt his breath coming in faster and his dick hardening under my touch.

  “Get these fucking cuffs off of me, Tangie. I’m not playing.”

  Although his mouth spoke those words, he was no longer pulling at the cuffs. I paid no attention to his words and continued on my way down. Once I reached his belly button, I licked around it while pulling his boxers down to around his ankles. I acted like I was about to suck his dick, but I pulled myself back up.

  “Now, it wouldn’t be right for you to let me go first, now would it?” I asked.

  I didn’t let him answer. I sat on his face, but I didn’t feel his tongue.

  “If you don’t fuck me with your tongue, then I’ll fuck your whole face,” I told him as I started to rub my clit back and forth on his nose.

  He did nothing, so I rubbed my pussy from his forehead to his chin. I whined and moaned until I felt his tongue in my ass and his free hand playing with my pussy. He was doing this so well that I started to pull away.

  “Wait, wait, let me turn around,” I told him while almost losing my breath.

  I did so and came face-to-face with his massive dick. I power drove all of his thirteen inches into my mouth, and he fucked it with force. I deep throated it until he came in my mouth. I got up, leaving him gasping for air, leaned over, and kissed him, pushing the cum that I held in my mouth into his. His eyes widened with shock, then went back to normal as I heard him swallow. I uncuffed him so that I could see what his reaction was going to be.

  “So what are you going to do now, big boy?” I asked in a teasing way.

  He lay there like a bitch and said nothing. I let out a taunting laugh and then turned to leave. I heard him move, but before I could turn around on my own, he did it for me. He put his gun to my head and pulled me close.

  “You nasty-ass bitch. Do you really think that you are going to turn me out with some head?”

  “Well, Carl, it looks to me like I just did. Don’t be a crybaby about it, honey. Just accept it.”

  He just stood there with a look of confusion and lust in his eyes. I took my hand and moved the gu
n down slowly.

  “Don’t take it so hard, Carl. You should be proud. That was the best head I have ever got in my life.”

  I moved the gun farther down, toward my pussy. He let it slide down, wondering if I was crazy enough to do what he was hoping for. Making sure to leave his finger on the trigger, I pushed the other end of the gun into my still soaked slit. Again, he was shocked by my actions and looked like he was about to pass out from pure fantasy fulfillment.

  “Come on, Carl. You don’t want this gun to go off in me, do you? Let it go so that I can replace this steel with that big dick of yours.”

  He let go of the gun and gave me a wet kiss. I pulled the gun out of me, and I held it up to his head as I pushed him away forcefully.

  “You are the nasty-ass bitch,” I told him. “Don’t kiss me. We’re not making love. Now, get your ass over here and fuck me.”

  He rushed over to me and pushed me against the wall hard. He lifted me up, and with my back against the wall, I wrapped my legs around him. He pushed all of his thirteen inches inside me and let out a loud moan as I held mine in. He fucked me fast and hard, as if he had something to prove.

  “Yeah, that’s right, motherfucker. You know that you want this,” I said as I fucked him back.

  I bounced on his dick as if I were on a pogo stick. I heard him whine, as if he was about to lose control.

  “Damn, why you got to do this to me?” He repeated this over and over again. His cries became louder and louder as he came inside me. He fell to his knees as I landed on my feet. He was drained and broken.

  “Bitch, you knew that I was a snake when you took me in,” I answered, towering over him.

  I shot him an evil grin and walked away.

  * * *

  Early the next morning, I snuck back into his room and fucked him slowly and lovingly. I knew that I had totally broken him down the night before, and since he was a man who lived by a certain law, I knew that he would be taking everything that had happened hard. I had made him forgo all the rules he followed, so now I had to build him back up into what I wanted him to be. I had perfected the art of fake lovemaking on him, and by the look on his face, I already had him falling for me.