Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2001 01:17:12 EDT
From: MychaelMartell@aol.com
Subject: Love Groove Part 6

LoVe GRoOvE
Part 6
By Michael Martell

    RJ had put on his clothes and was sitting in the living room. He had
blown out the candles in the bedroom and dinner was ruined as was the mood he
had worked hard to set up. It was replaced by anger and disappointment. It
was 9:45 PM and there was no Jerome anywhere. At first he was willing to give
Jerome the benefit of the doubt but when it got to be 9:20, 9:30 and 9:40 he
didn't care about giving Jerome anything except maybe a shot to the jaw for
using him like that. Ah hell, it was his own damn fault for falling for a man
like Jerome Browne. He should have fucking known better. When in the hell
would he learn? Evidently, never.
    RJ watched the clock change to 9:46 and decided that he was not going to
sit around the house waiting for Jerome to decide to call. Fuck that shit. He
picked up the phone and dialed Giovanni's cellphone number and after three
rings Giovanni answered the phone.
    "Hey Yo, this is Gio. Whazzup?" He said in his smooth sexy voice.
    "Hey Gio, it's me."
    "RJ? Hey my brotha, what up? Why you callin' me with a dick up your ass?"
Giovanni howled with laughter but RJ wasn't laughing.
    "Hey Gio, what you doing man?"
    "Bout to step out the door and hit the Candy Shop. Why?"
    "You want some company, from a brotha?" RJ asked.
    "Hey, you my ace in the case. You always welcome to roll with me but
don't you have some company?"
    "Hell the fuck no. I was stood up." RJ snapped.
    "Awww, Damnit man! What the fuck happened?"
    "I wish I fucking knew. But I do know I'm staying around here like some
love sick bitch. I'm out and if I find a brotha who can swing the dick, baby
I'm swinging on it." RJ declared.
    "I feel ya partna! You cool to drive? You won't me to roll by?"
    "Naw Gio. I'll meet you at the Shop." RJ said.
    "Cool then. Well, I'm out and I'll see ya at the Shop." Giovanni said as
he hung up the phone. RJ went into the bedroom and changed into his going out
clothes and sprinkled on his favorite cologne. He was on the prowl tonight
and fuck Jerome-God Damn-Browne. RJ shut off the lights and grabbed his car
keys. He set the alarm and locked the door and he was out.
    As he slide behind the wheel of his car and started it up he was unaware
that he was being watched and even if he didn't he would not have cared in
the least. He tore off down the street dedicated in finding a hard thug to
plug his ass tonight and to forget all about Jerome Browne.

    Tee watched as RJ came out and jumped into his car and roared off down
the street. There was no Jerome with him and Tee was getting a bad feeling
about all this. Something was not right. He had been trying to call Jerome on
his cellphone to no avail and now with RJ gone he was really wondering where
Jerome was and what had happened to him. Where was he? Where could he be?

    L.A.P.D homicide detectives, Sgt. Cleo Jones and Lt. Richard Dennis,
arrived on the scene approximately thirty minutes after the crime had been
committed. The patrolman who answered the call from the person who's car was
hit by the victims gave them all the information he had.
    "Personally," the young white patrolman said, "I think it's just another
drive by shooting by a gang."
    Sgt. Cleo Jones, 33 years old, five foot, eleven in height and a solid
190 pounds with a high and tight fade and a thin mustache looked at the young
officer, who's name was Harper, and a small smile crossed his lips.
    "And how do you deduce this?" Jones asks.
    "Well, the victim is black..."
    "Well, there you go, Sergeant. The case is solved." Lt. Richard Dennis
spoke up with a sarcastic tone. Lt. Dennis was 43 years old but didn't look
it. He looked ten years older but he was very handsome with a shaved bald
head, a mustache and beard neatly trimmed. He stood well over six foot six in
height and weighed 245 lbs. "So tell us, Officer Harper, more about your
deductions of this being gang related?"
    Officer Harper swallowed and realized that perhaps he had spoke out of
turn.
    "Well, ummm...he was shot multiple times and the shooters drove off
quickly..."
    Lt. Dennis raised his hand. "Hold it, Sherlock. Let me stop you before
you put your feet deeper into your mouth. This was not gang related. The
victim was shot by a revolver. Most gang related drive bys are done with
automatic weapons. But beyond that, the fact that there are no skid marks
also shoots a hole in your drove off quickly theory."
    "As well as no witnesses hearing tires squeal at all before the gun
shots." Sgt. Jones added.
    "I would guess that this was a professional job. A hit..maybe. But
whoever did this wanted the victim to remain silent and they knew him." Lt.
Dennis said.
    Harper spoke, "How do you figure that?"
    Dennis and Jones looked at each other and shook their heads. "He was shot
in the head and face area. A sure sign that the perps knew the victim."
    "Perps?" Harper asked.
    "Oh little wee one," Sgt. Jones said, his tone patronizing. "Our victim
was shot by a large caliber weapon with hollow point bullets. It would be
hard for the driver to be the shooter. Now, why don't you go find some
African American drivers to profile and let us do our jobs." Jones snapped.
    Officer Harper left feeling like dirt and regretting that he had ever
opened his big mouth.
    "So," Jones began, "you think it was a hit?"
    "Yeah." Lt. Dennis said as he looked at the body of the victim. He
noticed the victim's wallet on the seat and picked it up and opened it. There
was $128 dollars in cash, three credit cards, and an uncashed check for fifty
dollars. He pulled out the driver's license. Anthony Edward Romero. 1123
Lancaster Rd. Lt. Dennis looked around at the street signs.
    "Whassup, LT?" Jones asked.
    "Our victim's name is Anthony Romero and he has about 170 dollars on him,
credit cards and only lives five blocks away from here. He was tailed and
murdered for a reason. Call forensics and have them meet us at 1123
Lancaster."

    Jerome awoke behind the wheel of his car which was still parked in the
garage of the Wilshire Plaza Hotel. His head was not spinning but it felt
like he had been kicked by the entire L.A. Lakers basketball team. His mouth
was dry and he felt sick on his stomach. His memory was fuzzy as well. He
remembered being with Khalil, fucking like crazy and drinking champagne and
then leaving. He barely remembered getting into the elevator and getting into
his car. He did remember someone calling his name or something like that but
he couldn't remember anything else. He reached for his keys and realized they
were in the ignition of the car. He glanced down at the clock in the car's
dash and it read 10:15. Damn, he was late. RJ would be mad as fuck. he would
go over to RJ's and make his apologies and after a little nap he would make
it up to him. As he started the car he swore he would not drink champagne
again.
    At the time that Jerome was starting his car and leaving, the asst. night
manager arrived at room 610. He had received a call that there was trouble in
the room. He knocked on the door but got no answer. He knocked again and
called out "Manager." And still got no answer. Using his key he opened the
door and entered. The smell of scent candles filled the air and it was pretty
dark in the room. He flipped the light switch just as he stumbled over the
body of Khalil. He didn't have to wonder if he was dead. He could tell he
was. Why did this shit have to happen when he was on duty?

    The Candy Shop was an all black, gay night club. It was rather small but
it stayed packed. It was the type of place where brothas who were out and on
the 'DL" could mix and mingle and hook up. The music was hot and thumping,
the brothas were fine as hell and the club was dark enough to where a brotha
could cope a good feel of another and maybe get a blow job without everyone
and his momma seeing. Giovanni loved the Shop and went there every chance he
got. The Candy shop got it's name for the vast variety of brothas one could
find there. There were the young and full of cum ruffneck, thugs with their
B-Boy look and crazy hand gestures and slang. There were the suit and tie
professional brothas who would breeze in to see how the other half thrills
and to get them some. There were the DL brothas who wanted to get a nut or
find a brotha to keep when they needed to cure their "ass jones". There were
the hustlers, looking to score and the street trade looking to find a shelter
for the night even if it came with a fuck. There were light skinned brothas
from beige to burnt almond. There were medium complexioned brothas from milk
chocolate to mahogany and there were deep dark brothas from deep dark dutch
chocolate to devil fudge. The Candy Shop had ever flavor to delight and
entice and if you couldn't get it at The Shop then you damn sure didn't need
it.
    Giovanni liked the ruffneck thugs especially the ones between 18 and 22.
There was something about fucking a young tight ass that was too much to
resist. He hadn't been in the shop two minutes when he felt the eyes of a
young and drop dead fine young brother on him. The young brotha couldn't have
been no more than 19 years old. He looked to be about six foot 2 in height
and about two hundred solid pounds. He was wearing a white 'wife beater' with
a black shirt worn around it and opened in the front. Several gold necklaces
were draped around his neck and Giovanni could tell that brotha had a few
gold teeth in his mouth. The jeans he wore were black and baggy but he could
tell that the dick was hard and large. Little brotha shot Giovanni a head nod
and a smile...yep, gold teeth. Giovanni returned the gesture but didn't move.
His policy was simple. If you wanna taste of Gio, make the move.
    Little brotha made the move as he walked almost effortlessly through the
crowd of people making his way to where Giovanni stood near the bar. Soon
they were face to face and Giovanni felt his dick spring to life instantly.
This boy was too damn fine.
    "Sup?" Little brotha said with a deep voice, that most of the young thug
boys tried to get.
    "Chillin' yo. Sup with you?" Giovanni answered.
    "Shit, jus' checkin' a brotha out. They call me Flex."
    Giovanni smiled. "They call me Giovanni."
    Flex's eyes got big as silver dollars. "Cool name, yo. Like the rapper,
huh?"
    "Yeah, like the rapper" Giovanni answered. If little brotha didn't know
who he was why educate him on it right now.
    Flex licked his lips and ran his hand across his crotch. "I would love to
'rap' myself around you, yo."
    "You ain't said nothing, little bruh. If you wanna taste, we can do it."
Giovanni said.
    Flex moved closer putting his hand on Giovanni's crotch and squeezed. He
leaned closer and kissed Giovanni lightly on the lips, slipping his tongue
into his mouth. Giovanni returned the favor by grabbing Flex's hard dick and
stroking it through his jeans as he kissed him back and sucked on his tongue.
The scene was getting hot as they stood there tonguing and groping each other
down. Those that could see them were feeling the heat as well. Giovanni
wrapped his arms around Flex's waist and his hands moved down and around his
tight ass and he squeezed his tight as and kneaded his butt cheeks as Flex
moaned and moved closer to Giovanni to grind his crotch against Giovanni's.
    "Dayum..." Flex moaned into Giovanni's mouth. " I want you to fuck me,
daddy."
    Giovanni kissed him hard as he slipped his hands down the back of Flex's
baggy pants and past his underwear, boxers, until he was touching his warm,
naked and tight ass. He worked his hand and fingers along and around Flex's
ass as the young man moaned and continued to grind into Giovanni's body. He
could feel Flex's body responding to his hand working on his ass and as his
fingers played around his asshole, Flex sucked in air and whimpered.
    "Awww shit! Dayum, baby. You drivin' me crazy...ahhh!"
  Giovanni smiled to himself. He was going to fuck this young, hot ass
tonight. He would plunge little brotha til he couldn't think straight
muchless walk straight.

    RJ walked into the Candyshop and after allowing his eye to adjust to the
dimmer light of the club he looked around for Giovanni. He managed to snag a
40 oz from the bartender as he looked around for Giovanni. Damn, if there
weren't some fine ass brothas up in here. RJ pulled a healthy swallow of the
40. Oh hell yeah. He was going to get fucked up tonight and if he couldn't
get fucked he'd find someone to fuck. Tonight he was going to get his anyway
he could. He drained the remainder of the 40 and got another and after that
one he got a third. He hadn't eaten and he was drinking on an empty stomach
but he didn't care. As he looked around he saw this fine, red bone brother
with a bald head and a black goatee. He was dancing to the music and was
wearing only a pair of big legged jeans with a black T-shirt tucked in his
back pocket. He was all sweaty and hot from dancing and he had a sexy, hairy
chest. His nipples were pierced and there was a tattoo of a dragon on his
right arm and a sword on his left. He wore two gold loop earrings in both
ears and a small diamond stud in his nose. Brotha was sexy no doubt and even
though there were brothas dancing around him and next to him it was clear
that he was dancing alone.
    Fuck the dumb shit. RJ thought. If them brothas were to damn scared to
make a move, he wasn't. Brotha was too damn fine to be dancing alone and RJ
was too damn horny and buzzed up to be afraid to approach him. Walkin to the
dance floor like he owed the place, RJ walked up to red brotha and began
grinding behind him as he grabbed him around the waist. Brotha red didn't
look back as he began to back that ass up and move with RJ's body and
movements. He bent over at the waist and wiggles his ass as RJ bumped and
grinded. The others on the dance floor stopped to watch them dance. RJ spun
red brotha around and they began to move closer to each other grinding their
hot bodies together. Red brotha began to dance and squat down lower so that
his face was in front of RJ's crotch. If RJ had been less horny and not
buzzing he would not have been on the dance floor and he would have been self
conscious about his hard erection in this man's face. Right now, it was fuck
all that shit and let's get crazy.
    Brotha red came back up and immediately began to remove RJ's shirt
exposing RJ's great looking chest. He leaned in closer and whispered into
RJ's ear.
    "My name is Trench. You are sexy as shit and a damn good dancer." And
with that Trench kissed RJ's chest and licked his nipples. It sent bolts
through RJ and the crowd began to hoot and holla. RJ looked into Trench's
eyes, which were light brown and seductive. RJ smiled and kissed Trench's
chest, sucked his nipples and as Trench yelped, RJ licked a trail from
Trench's nipples to his belly button. He stuck his tongue in hi belly button
and Trench laughed and pulled RJ up.
    "Damn it! Shit, I'm ticklish as hell!" He giggled. RJ smiled and moved
behind Trench and wrapped his arms around his chest as he licked a trail down
his back, which Trench arched. He closed his eyes as he felt that hot tongue
moving down his spine stopping right at the top of his jeans. The crowd on
the dance floor were chanting 'more!' 'more!'
    The excitement on the dance floor got Flex and Giovanni's attention and
they stopped to see what was up. Giovanni smiled when he saw RJ doing the
sexiest and the dirtiest dancing he had ever seen outside of a bed or a porno
flick.
    "Dayum...they are fucking hot." Flex commented. He looked at Giovanni and
realized he was smiling. "Do you know them?"
    "I know the one with the dreads. That's my boy, RJ. I don't know who the
fine motherfucker is he's grooving with though."
    "That's Trench," Flex said. "He is one sexy motherfucker. He is a dancer,
stripper and parttime porno star and hustler."
    Giovanni raised an eyebrow. "Damn! Who you? Fucking Columbo?"
    Flex looked back and flashed a sexy smile. "Naw..but soon you'll be
fucking me."
    Giovanni smiled. He had an idea. Grabbing Flex they joined Trench and RJ
on the dance floor. Giovanni spun Flex around and began a bump and grind on
the dance floor. RJ and Trench smiled as they acknowledged their competition.
They went into action as they grabbed hold to each other and did their own
thing. The crowd hollered and yelled as the four went into a hot and sexy
dance orgy. There were many that were watching who's dicks were rock hard as
they watched the action. Soon all four were all together dancing in a huddle.
    "Dayum...we got these niggas dicks hard like rocks." Flex said.
    "Damn them. My dick is hard like steel." Trench declared with a big,
white smile.
    "Then my brothas, let's get out of here and go to my place where we can
drink, smoke and...fuck all night long and into the day."
    RJ smiled. "Damn! I'm down with that."

    Jerome arrived at RJ's place. He as still fuzzy headed and tired and all
he wanted to do was fall into a bed. As he stepped out of the car he felt
sick to his stomach, the world spun and he fell to the ground.

    Tee saw Jerome pull up and he watched as he got out of the car and he
could tell something was wrong. Tee was out of the Expedition and running
towards Jerome just as he fell to the ground. He'd seen Jerome drunk and he'd
seen him high. Right now, he was neither.
    "C'mon, little brotha. We got to get you out of here." Tee said as he
lifted Jerome up and put him back into his car. Tee drove off as he dialed a
number on his cellphone. "Hey! This Tee. I need your help. Swing by 1254 Palm
Terrace and get my truck and meet me at Jerome's. I think he's in
trouble...and bring a gun...just in case." Tee hung up and looked over at
Jerome.
    "Damn little brotha. What you done got yourself into?"

    Lawrence was sitting in his office with a smile on his face and a brandy
in his hand. Marcellus and Elijah were with him. Tonight was a great night.
Everything was going better than he had hoped. He had drugged the champagne
knowing that the mixture would be fatal for Khalil but not Jerome, though he
would be dizzy and forgetful of some events but he wouldn't die. When they
find Khalil's body the fun would really begin. Marcellus and Elijah had taken
care of Tony Romero. They even went to his home and made sure there was
nothing to link Romero to Lawrence. As he sipped his brandy, Lawrence felt a
great sense of accomplishment and with that came a wave of sexual excitement.
    "Boys, I need some company." Lawrence said
    Marcellus and Elijah looked at each other and smiled. "The Shop?"
    "Perfect place for a new trick to treat with. I'll be ready in fifteen
minutes."

    2 B Continued


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