Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 17:04:13 EDT
From: MychaelMartell@aol.com
Subject: Love Groove Part 4

LoVe GRoOvE
Part Four
By Mychael Martell

      Khalil was tired as hell. He had been running the trend mill for 30 mins,
then he began lifting weights..working on his chest, shoulders and arms today
and then it was into the aerobics and the cardio exercises. He had been
working out for close to an hour and a half and he was just wore out. It's
the price you pay to be a star. Lawrence would say whenever Khalil would
complain.
    'You have to look P H I N E for all those hoochies who will be creaming
over your body in the videos and on the cover of your CDs and a few of the
brothas too. Look at D'Angelo. Butt assed naked in a video and making money
and becoming a star. You will be bigger than D'Angelo and you have to have a
flawless body.'
    To that end Lawrence had hired a personal trainer for Khalil, a former
Marine Drill instructor/Law Enforcement Officer now personal fitness trainer,
Alphonso Whitney, who owed a gym called Body By Al. Alphonse was 44 years
old, with a shaved bald head, a goatee with just a hint of gray in it and
deep set, serious and sensual eyes. He had the body of an African God.
Muscled, toned and taunt and tight. All from years of hard working out, good
eating, and discipline. When Khalil first met Alphonso he immediately thought
of actor John Amos from "Good Times" because Alphonso did bear a striking
resemblance to brother Amos. For more than nine months he had been working
with Khalil and though he was always tired and worn out, Khalil had to admit
that his body was the bomb. He had a broad muscled chest now. He had thick,
strong arms and he had a six pack of abs that would make D'Angelo put his
shirt back on. The work outs were paying off all for the better.
    "C'mon Khalil....Move son! Move! Get those legs up! You're moving like an
old lady!" Al shouted as they were doing the final exercise of running in
place.
    Sitting not far away at a small table, surrounded by Marcellus and
Elijah, was Lawrence Avery Duke, who was puffing on a big fat Ashton Imported
cigar, despite Alphonso's no smoking policy. He was enjoying what he was
seeing. He was watching his creation take form and let there be no doubt
about it. Khalil was his creation from his head to his feet. Hell, even the
name was his creation. Khalil was actually born Joseph Stanley McCullough
from Beaufort, South Carolina. Lawrence had met Joseph while he was in
Charleston visiting some associates. They had all rolled into the club
ironically named...Down Low. Down Low..or DL's as it was often called, was a
male strip club where a lot of the brothers who were either gay, Bi or
curious would hang out hook up.
    Lawrence had been trying to pull his sexy bald headed brother with a
mouthful of gold teeth and a serious thug look when he saw Joseph walk in.
Joseph wore a pair of gold rimmed glasses, a tight black vinyl shirt and
tight matching pants. He was kind of too fem for Lawrence's taste but for
some reason he couldn't take his eyes off of him. It was when Joseph turned
around and looked in his direction with those hazel eyes that he forgot Sir
Thug-a-lot and decided that he would have to have hazel eyes in his bed.
    Lawrence had the bartender send over a drink to the young man with a
napkin that he had written: "I love your eyes. The drink is on me, if I can
get on you."
    The bartender delivered the drink and Lawrence watched as Joseph accepted
the drink and read the napkin. After a fewseconds he looked up and around and
at Lawrence, who nodded and smiled. Joseph smiled back and his hazel eyes
twinkled as he picked up the drink and made his way to where Lawrence was
sitting.
    "Thanks for the drink. My name is Joseph."
    "Hello Joseph. My name is Lawrence Avery Duke."
    They talked and drank and talked some more and before long they were back
at Lawrence's hotel suite in downtown Charleston, laying across his king
sized bed, Joseph had stripped down to his red bikini briefs while Lawrence
wore a pair of silk pajamas bottoms. They were both feeling the buzz from the
drinks and the sexual tension and excitement of being together. They began
kissing, first softly and gently. Lawrence caressed Joseph's nipples and the
young man sucked in air and moaned. Joseph returned the favor and then slowly
went down on Lawrence engulfing Lawrence's hard dick in his mouth. Lawrence
moaned and groaned as his hands rested on top of Joseph's head to keep him
working on his dick. He had had his dick sucked by many men but none were as
good as this young brother here.
    "MMMM.....Yeah! Awwwww!" Lawrence moaned as Joseph kept on sucking and
pulling on his hard dick with his lips and tongue. Lawrence sighed and
exhaled as Joseph licked his balls and went back to his dick. And then slowly
Joseph began sucking Lawrence's nipples while jacking his dick at the same
time. Lawrence thought he was going to lose his mind.
    "AAAHHHHH! DAMNIT!!!! AWWWWW!!!" Lawrence groaned as he felt his body
stiffen. Aw Yeah! This was one he was going to keep and no one would ever get
their hands on him. No one.
    Lawrence sprang up and flung Joseph to his belly and without as much as a
drop of lube, he entered Joseph's hot ass.
    "OOOOOOOOOW! DAMN! AAAAAAHHHHHHH SHIT! DON'T YOU HAVE ANY LUBE?????"
Joseph demanded.
    "Just lay still and enjoy it." Lawrence said as he forced his dick into
his tight, dry and hot hole, ignoring Joseph's cries of pain and protest. He
slammed his 9 inch dick into Joseph's ass with no mercy and no care. Joseph
whimpered and cried with each thrust but eventually his bodies natural
lubrication and Lawrence's pre cum produced enough lubrication to take some
of the dry and roughness out of the situation. He was still biting his lip
and as much as he was enjoying Lawrence's big dick in his ass, he was ready
for him to cum and get it out.
    "OOOOOh! OOOOOh! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Lawrence moaned as he thrusted harder and
harder.
    "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!...I'M...Cumming!" Lawrence wailed as he
shot a load of hot cum in Joseph's battered ass. The young man moaned and
groaned as he came too, spurting hot cum all over the bed.
    The next morning Joseph awoke to find Lawrence gone but he had left a box
of red roses, a letter and twenty-one hundred dollar bills. Joseph read the
note.

    Dear Joseph:

    I enjoyed you and your body and I want to enjoy you and your body again.
Enclose in the envelope is a plane ticket to Los Angeles, California as well
as my phone number and the best times to call me. I will be expecting you in
one week. Take the money I left you and buy yourself something nice and sexy
to wear for me. I think this is the beginning of something very special and
very big...for both of us.

                            Lawrence

    Joseph did exactly as he was instructed. He bought clothes that he
figured Lawrence would find sexy on him and after taking a week off from his
job at the chicken plant, Joseph was on his way to California.
    It wasn't until they had been in California for three days did Lawrence
find out that Joseph had a natural singing voice and Joseph was surprised to
find out the Lawrence Avery Duke was THE Lawrence Avery Duke of Colossus
Records.  And so it began. Voice lessons followed by speech lessons to lose
that heavy southern accent. Then came the voice training and before long
Lawrence Avery Duke was molding Joseph into the singing sensation that would
become Khalil. He felt like a fucking God as he watched how Khalil happily
and eagerly went along with what Lawrence wanted, as if he had a choice. It
was a damn shame that Khalil would have to die but that was the way it was.
He would not rest until he had destroyed Jerome Browne and if it meant seeing
that Khalil's murder was blamed on Jerome...well, you have to break eggs to
make omelets.

    Lawrence's cellphone rang and he answered it as Alphonso and Khalil were
finishing their workout.
    "Duke here. Talk to me."
    "Hey Mr. Duke. Tony here. Jerome Browne, you wanted me to tell you when
he left his office."
    "Yeah and did he?" Lawrence asked.
    "Yeah...five minutes ago."
    "Excellent. Is everything in place?"
    "Yeah Mr. D. When he gets to his place he will find the red roses and the
card saying to meet Khalil at the Wilshire Plaza Hotel."
    "Very good. I will see to it that Khalil is there and the next step of my
plan can go into action. And once everything is in place...Jerome Browne goes
down for the murder of Khalil."
    "Yeah. Just like you planned it, Mr. D." Tony said.
    A cold smile crossed Lawrence's face. "You did a good job Tony. Where
will you be so I can send you your money. $250,000 was our agreement,
correct?"
    Tony stammered. "Actually, we agreed on 150,000 sir."
    "Tony, the extra is for a job well done."
    "Thank you sir. I will be at my place in thirty minutes."
    "Good. Take a shower, old fella and meet me at the Colonnade Room at 8
and we can celebrate and you can get paid."
    "Yes, sir. Thanks Mr. D!"
    Lawrence hung up the phone and looked at Marcellus and Elijah. "Boys,
Tony Romero will be home in thirty minutes. He's going to take a shower and
then meet me for dinner at 8 at the Colonnade Room. Gents, Mr. Romero will
not make that appointment or any others anymore."
    Marcellus and Elijah nodded as they put on their dark glasses and left
the gym. Lawrence and Khalil would take a steam bath together and by the time
they were done, Tony Romero would be dead.


    Brownestone, that was the name of the ten acre Beverly Hills mansion
estate that Jerome bought almost three years ago. Originally the mansion
estate belonged to a basketball superstar turned rapper turned TV star now a
no name loser whose only claim to fame recently was a failed marriage to an
actress which made it all the way in the tabloids. Jerome bought the mansion
for a mere 1.5 million dollars which was a steal considering that it was
worth twice that.
    Jerome loved the place and even though it was very large for one man to
occupy he felt at home and warm and...secure in it. As his silver BMW
convertible made it's way up the drive way to the grand mansion, Jerome's
cellphone chirped and with a smile he answered it. he knew who it was before
he spoke.
    "Hi, dark chocolate," RJ's voice was music to his ears.
    "Hi Dred man. Wassup?" Jerome answered.
    "Thinking about you." RJ replied.
    "Oh yeah? And what were you thinking?"
    RJ's tone went lower in that sexy tone that Jerome loved. "About what I'm
going to do to you when I get my hands on you tonight."
    "Dayum, baby! You gonna make my dick hard."
    "I'm gonna do more than that when I get my hands on you." RJ said with a
sexy laugh.
    "Well, I can't wait. I can't wait to get with you and this time in a bed."
    "Me either. So you will be here at...."
    "9:00 on the dot and I will bring the champagne and the condoms." Jerome
said with a laugh.
    "Good. Because I got the food and the lube. Peace, dark chocolate."
    "Peace, Dred man." Jerome said as he hung up the phone. He parked his
car, grabbed his briefcase and walked inside. He was met at the door by the
6ft 6in tall, 300 lbs Tee. His driver/bodyguard and man Friday. He could tell
by the look on Tee's face he could tell something was up.
    "Hey Tee, whatup?"
    "You got mail." Tee said in his monotone, bass voice.
    "You sound like that damn AOL. Who I got mail from."
    Tee grunted. "You got mail. You got mail from Duke's boy."
    "Duke's boy? Khalil?"
    Tee nodded. "He sent roses and an invitation for a hook up."
    Jerome grinned at Tee. "Reading a brotha's mail now, Tee?"
    "Yeah." Tee answered without smiling.
    Jerome and Tee walked into Jerome's study where Tee had placed the box of
red roses. Jerome looked at them and couldn't help but smile. No one had ever
sent him flowers muchness roses. He pulled out the card and read it.

    Hey Lover:

    I enjoyed our moment together and I want more. Meet me at the Wilshire
Plaza Hotel for an encore at 8:30 tonight.

                                        Peace, Khalil

    Jerome put the card in his pocket, unaware that Tee was watching him.
    "You going to meet the Duke boy?"
    Jerome jumped, "Damn Tee. You gotta eavesdrop on a brotha?"
    "You weren't talking to anyone. You going?"
    "Yeah. Yeah Tee, I'm going. You gotta problem with it?"
    "No, I'm going with you." Tee declared.
    "No, Tee. This is a solo mission."
    "You gonna knock the boots of Lawrence Avery Duke's boy. You need me."
    "First of all, if Khalil was Duke's boy, why is he sending me roses?"
Jerome asked.
    "Yeah, why? Perhaps you should not go. Besides don't you have a date with
RJ tonight?"
    Jerome smiled, "Hey Tee, a playa got it like that. Besides...A playa
gotta do what a playa gotta do."
    "So you going to see Duke's boy. I'm going with you."
    "No. Tee, you have the night off."
    "Good, then I can go with you."
    "Tee, big brotha, you can go anywhere but to the Wilshire Plaza."
    "The Supreme Court says I can go anywhere I want to."
    "Well, Tee, get the Supreme Court to pay your ass. If I see you around
there...I'll fire you Tee, I ain't playing, kid."
    Tee stared at Jerome. They had been together as friends for many years
and over those years they had learned how to read each other. They were
closer than brothers could ever be. He loved Jerome and would do anything to
keep him safe and if anyone ever hurt Jerome...there would be hell to pay.
    "Fine," Tee said. "I'm out of your hook up tonight. Do you mind if I go
out on the town tonight?"
    Jerome smiled. Tee was like his big brother and he loved him more than
anyone would ever know. He hugged Tee. "Sure. Tee, go out and have
fun..because I know I will."


The author can be reached here MichaelMDuke@aol.com