The Cartel by Ashley & JaQuavis

good, the bad, and the ugly. It didn’t matter, anybody could get it, if the price was right.
    Come on, Mia, keep up with this fucking car,
Anisa thought frantically as she watched her sister’s car disappear in the side mirror. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she began to think of a way to buy her friends time to catch up.
    “Mecca, can we stop at this gas station up here?” she said in her sweetest tone. “All those Long Islands are making me want to pee.” She rubbed her left hand on his crotch.
    Mecca’s dick immediately responded to her touch and began to stiffen as he looked at her fat ass, which was melting into his leather seats. “Nah, we almost there. Just hold that shit. Come put those pretty lips to work,” he said with a tone of authority that didn’t leave her room to object.
    Anisa looked in her mirror once again.
Fuck! Mia, where are you?
She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned into Mecca’s lap. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing dick. She was immediately aroused by the sight of his long thickness, which was a shade darker than his light skin, and was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen. Her mouth watered in anticipation. The fresh smell of Sean John cologne greeted her nostrils, and she licked her lips in delight. Anisa loved a big, clean dick and figured, since she was about to kill the nigga, she might as well give him the best head job of his life before sending him to meet his Maker.
    She licked the head of his length and circled her tongue seductively around his hat, and his manhood jumped from excitement.
    “Ohh shit,” he uttered as he kept one hand on the steering wheel and put the other on the back of her head. He entangled his fingers in her hair and gently pushed her down onto him.
    Anisa took all of him into her mouth, gagging a little from his size. Her mouth was wet and warm, and Mecca was in heaven as he glanced down at the beautiful woman. She slobbered on his dick as she deep-throated him. She knew she was nice with her tongue.
    Not even five minutes had passed, and she felt the swell of his rod as he neared ejaculation. He closed his eyes and almost forgot he was driving as she slid her mouth down one last time, tickling the vein underneath his shaft on her way up. It was a wrap, as she sat up and watched Mecca come into an orgasm.
    “Damn, baby, let’s get you up to this room. A nigga need some of that.” Mecca slipped one of his fingers up her skirt, pushing her thong to the side, and massaged her swollen clit.
    “Hmm,” Anisa moaned as Mecca fingered her dripping pussy. He was working his fingers in and out of her like a dick, and she began to work her hips as she felt the pressure building between her legs.
If this nigga can work his fingers like this, I know he can fuck good. I might have to fuck his sexy ass before I kill him.
    Anisa squirmed in her seat and continued to check her mirrors as she enjoyed the pleasure that Mecca was providing her.
    Mecca pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn and hopped out of the car, leaving his car with the valet. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and gave it to the valet. “Take care of my car,” he said. “You fuck that up, I fuck you up. Understand?”
    “Yes, sir,” the valet answered immediately.
    Mecca walked over to the passenger side and opened the door or Anisa.
    “Thanks,” she stated with a smile. She grabbed his hand and walked beside him.
    When they entered the hotel, Mecca checked into a regular room, using one of his many aliases.
    Butterflies circled in Anisa’s stomach because she was sure that her girls had gotten lost in the sauce of Miami’s nightlife traffic.
It doesn’t even matter because, once I slip this nigga this GHB pill, this mu’fucka gon’ be out for the count anyway. It’ll give me enough time to let them know where I’m at,
she thought as she reluctantly followed Mecca up to the tenth floor of the hotel.
    “Where in the hell did they go?” Robyn asked in a