The Circle: Fallon's Story (THE CIRCLE SERIES) Page 6

  “Don’t ever mention my profession like you ain’t known from day one what I was about. Fuck out of here! You think being a bank robber is better than what I do? You think your brother on the up and up like a doctor or some shit…nah, he a hood nigga trying to get it just like me. I’m a business man; can you say the same for the thief?” Linx barked at her.

  Fallon didn’t like Linx insulting her brother, but she understood his frustration. Dayvid and Rain were crazy overprotective and sometimes it was borderline overbearing. Fallon inhaled and exhaled. She didn’t like Linx being so thirsty either. Why is this dude acting so sprung though? She thought. He was a big time hustler out in Baltimore with all of this supposed street cred, but why was he sweating her like this. Fallon was a little turned off. He was starting to get on her nerves. Although sometimes it was nice to feel wanted like that.

  “It’s like this Fallon…either you chose me or you chose them. Since you can’t have both, you better chose wisely. I’m not going to be your part time dick. A nigga showers you with shit that most bitches would die for and this is the thanks I get…some pussy on the run? You come here, fuck, and then run and I don’t see you for days until you ready to fuck again…Nah. I don’t even know what you doing when I’m not around either…be in or out Fallon those are your fucking options,” Linx spat.

  Maybe Linx had a point. Fallon looked at the thick, wide band of a sparkly, diamond filled tennis bracelet shining on her wrist and guilt trampled on her mood. It was one of the many expensive things Linx had given her since she’d been creeping with him; the least of which she had to hide from her family. Fallon jumped when she heard her cell phone buzzing in her bag.

  “Yeah that’s either them or your other man blowing up your phone right now. See what I mean? All secretive and shit,” Linx said like he was disgusted with her. Against her better judgment, Fallon bit her bottom lip and ignored her phone. Fallon turned her sights back on Linx.

  “C’mere baby. I didn’t mean it like that. I’ll take care of it,” Fallon cooed as she tossed the sheet aside to expose her entire naked body. Linx’s face softened a bit. He ran his hand through the soft, dark curls that hugged his head and blew out another lung full of weed smoke. Fallon just loved his light skinned, pretty boy ass. It was probably more so his thick, long, perfect porn star type dick that she was infatuated with more than anything though. Linx had turned her out, a fact that she wasn’t ready to admit out loud, but knew in her heart it was true. Fallon had never been sexed like when she was with Linx. Not only did he do magic wonders with his tongue on her clit, Linx had a little hook at the end of his dick that was the most perfect g-spot massager. Fallon would have multiple orgasms every time he put his dick in her. She thought about the dick all day and all night. She was in love. She had once heard Nanny say that when a young girl met her first good dick that girl would be gone forever. Fallon knew now exactly what Nanny had been talking about.

  “C’mere…I got something for you,” Fallon said sexily as she put her feet flat on the bed, bent her knees and let them fall apart exposing her warm, pink center. She used her middle finger to massage her clit while she made her eyes dreamy and licked her lips at Linx.

  “See this shit. You trying to reel me back in like you do every time,” Linx gasped breathlessly. His snake was suddenly awake and standing at attention. He couldn’t resist Fallon’s tight, young pussy either. Fallon cracked a devilish smile and slid her long, slender fingers inside of her slippery hot box. Linx stubbed out what was left of his blunt, and then he climbed on the bed like a stalking animal. Fallon giggled. Maybe he would give it to her rough this time.

  “I knew that would get you back over here,” she said right before he roughly placed his mouth on top of hers and forced his tongue between her lips. Fallon extended her tongue into Linx’s mouth as well and they licked and sucked on each other’s tongues like ravenous dogs. Linx wedged his body between Fallon’s legs and prepared to enter her. He was breathing hard into the soft skin of her neck. “Am I wrong for wanting this all the time?” Linx panted in her ear.

  “Give it to me,” Fallon panted back through labored breaths. “I want you to fuck me rough this time,” she said. Fallon knew herself to be a sexual being, borderline nymphomaniac. She wanted to explore all types of sex. Linx laughed at her.

  “Your young ass don’t know nothing about rough fucking,” he grunted as he held onto his goods. Fallon squint her eyes and then out of nowhere, she slapped him in the face, inciting him.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Linx grunted taken aback. He leaned up over her and glared down at her. His evil eye didn’t faze Fallon one bit. She wanted what she’d asked for. Fallon slapped him again, this time harder.

  “Yo! Fallon stop playing!”

  “I said fuck me rough! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck me hard and fast, now!” Fallon growled and this time she dug her nails into the skin on Linx’s shoulders. “You want me to stay with you, now do what the fuck I ask!” She dug into him harder. With his chest heaving, Linx shrugged his shoulders out of her grasp. He checked the red nail marks and seeing them made his nostrils flare.

  “A’ight you want it like that. I’ma fucking give it to you like that,” Linx said through clenched teeth. Fallon let out a maniacal laugh. He grabbed hold of his dick, used his knees to roughly spread Fallon’s legs apart and rammed himself inside of her with the force of a bulldozer. Sharp pains shot through Fallon’s mid-section like lightning bolts. That’s exactly what she wanted. Her pussy creamed over from the pain. That shit hurt so good.

  “Ahh!” Fallon screamed out. Linx rammed harder this time, like he was trying to send her body through the other side of the bed. “Ah!” she screamed louder. Her pussy was throbbing, but Fallon was relentless. She lifted her hips so she could accept her punishment.

  “That’s all you got,” Fallon teased as she pulled her knees up towards her shoulders. Linx went in. The sound of skin slapping together echoed off the wall of his bedroom.

  “Ohh!” Fallon screamed out.

  “Yeah scream!” he gritted, ramming her over and over again. Fallon dug her nails deeper into his shoulder. Linx bit down into his jaw from the pain. He reared his hips back and slammed into her pelvis as hard as he could.

  “Aggghh!” Fallon let out a horror film type of scream. This time she busted her nut all over his dick. She smiled.

  “You’re next,” she whispered.

  Linx was about to continue stroking the pussy so he could get his rocks off too, a loud crash interrupted their flow. The sound of wood splintering and glass shattering filled the air.

  “What the fu…” Linx huffed, jumping up off of Fallon so he could reach for his gun. He never got the chance to grab for it. Linx was literally caught with his dick in his hand…slipping.

  “Yeah nigga…don’t say what the fuck now. This is what the fuck! Get the fuck away from my sister. You are a fucking dead man!” Dayvid barked, his .45 resting on the side of Linx’s head.

  “Dayvid! No! Wait! Please!” Fallon screeched, frantically grabbing for the bed sheets to cover herself. “Don’t hurt him! I love him!

  ***

  Fallon’s eyes popped open in horror. She was dripping with sweat. She whipped her head left to right trying to get her bearings. She swallowed hard and let out a long, exasperated breath, then she looked over and saw Drew pecking away on his six or seven computers. Fallon finally remembered where she was. Her dream had been so real. Her shoulders slumped in relief. She’d fallen asleep…a fucking no, no. Dreams about Linx were always more like nightmares for Fallon. She shook her head to erase the memories. No sense in dwelling on love lost…right? Fallon stretched and yawned. She looked at Drew’s cable box clock. She had already been at his place for over three hours. Three hours too damn long.

  “Drew how much longer do I have to wait? I’m sure the entire city must be on alert and looking for me by now,” Fallon asked impatiently. She had been hovering like a high school teacher during a
n exam. Drew ignored her and continued pecking like a madman on his computer.

  “There! Done!” Drew finally said, rearing back in his office chair with his hands over his head in victory. Fallon got to her feet and rushed over to him.

  “Great. You got the car for me too?”

  “Everything you asked for, plus a gun. This was something I just threw in because it’s necessary. I don’t know why you didn’t think of that but I’m sure a pretty girl like you is going to need some sort of protection out there. Or you didn’t know that it’s a cruel, cruel world?” Drew replied seriously. Fallon felt like hugging him. Drew really was the coolest white boy in B’more. He was making money hand over fist with his fake identity business and because he was white, nobody in the hood really fucked with him. Some of the fiends had tried to rob him back when he’d first set up shop only to find out that Drew had a small arsenal of weapons in his crib. He was not to be fucked with. The police looked right past Drew; the whole reason he set his business up in such a bad neighborhood in the first place.

  “Here you go…Ms. Annette Baker. Passport, driver’s license, American Express card, Visa card from Bank of America, Nine millimeter Glock, Trac phone and a receipt for a rental car, which I have someone picking up and dropping off right about now,” Drew rattled off each item as he placed them on the table in front of Fallon. Fallon had the biggest smile on her face as she took possession of her new life. “Annette Baker, I like that. It sounds real regular. Real soccer mom-ish,” Fallon said. Drew didn’t flinch or smile back.

  “Twenty thousand,” Drew said flatly, leaning back in his chair like he was exhausted. He was good at what he did and he knew it. His prices were not negotiable. Period.

  Fallon whirled around on her legs like he’d just gut punched her. Sweat rolled down the crease between her breasts.

  “What?! That much?”

  “You heard me. That’s my price. I’ve been up all night working to make sure this identity is going to fly while you’re out there. You can’t afford a half ass job that will get you locked right back up. Look, this was all done in less than twenty-four hours. You’re all over the news. I don’t know what you did to get locked up or where you’re going, but I don’t want this shit traced back to me so I had to be extra careful. This is just too risky…what I gave you usually takes time to build and secure. It’s a risk for all of us. It’s a pricey risk, unfortunately. So that’s my price and it’s definitely not negotiable,” Drew explained in an unmoving tone. How could Fallon argue? If Drew decided to take back all of his shit, she would be assed out. Fallon didn’t like to feel like she was being taken advantage of and that’s exactly how she was feeling at that moment. Fallon closed her eyes and breathed in an attempt to calm down. She wanted to take that glock and shove it between Drew’s lips and blow the back of his head out.

  “You’re going to have to drive with me to my stash spot to get that kind of cash. I can’t risk going there and coming all the way back here,” Fallon said. “It’s across town at the Curve’s women’s gym.” Fallon felt nauseous just thinking about handing that kind of money over to this dude. Drew’s price was going to take almost half of her stash. Fuck! This was a definite setback; Fallon told herself she would send someone back for Drew’s ass.

  Chapter 4

  Pit Stop

  Fallon reluctantly paid Drew twenty g’s. It pained her to hand over that kind of money. It also left her with less than five stacks, all total from three stash spots around Baltimore. All of her hard work and rainy day money was basically gone. That didn’t matter anyway; Fallon was still Fallon, which meant she was still fly in her own right. Before she parted ways with Drew, Fallon had him run into the mall and get her a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses and a long brown lace front wig with a flat Chinese bang. Fallon really wished she could sneak and go to her hairdresser to get her shit laid and go buy a pair of Chanel specs along with some fly clothes; however, her current financial situation made her settle for a cheap wig and some Ray Ban aviators to bolster her disguise. Drew also got her a smaller pair of sweat pants and a button down shirt. Changing up her look was going to be integral in this journey. She couldn’t drive the car looking like a crack head the whole time or else she’d be getting stopped by every cop she passed along the way.

  Riding down I-95, Fallon felt herself drifting in and out of sleep. It had been six hours since she’d made it out of B’more. Six hours too long of driving. Her neck ached, her back throbbed with pain and not to mention, she felt like she was going to fall asleep behind the wheel. “Shit!” Fallon cursed. There was no way she was going to make it down towards California or Texas, let alone all the way to the Mexican border driving alone. Fallon already had enough of the long distance driving. Who could she trust? She asked herself. It took about an hour, but after scanning her mental Rolodex for someone, it hit her. Fallon knew someone who would probably kiss her ass and eat a meal out of her pussy just to be near her. She stepped on the gas and sped up. Fallon finally had a quick pit stop destination in mind.

  WELCOME TO INDIANA

  Fallon read the sign and abruptly swerved towards the first exit. This wasn’t her first time in this part of the country. She smirked. “Who said you can’t get a little dick while you’re on the run. Wait until he sees me,” Fallon said out loud to herself. She was more than confident that getting what she wanted in Indiana was going to be a breeze.

  When Fallon pulled up to the little white house she felt a little tingly feeling inside. It was memories of some hot and heavy fun times tickling her psyche. Nothing much had changed about the house and probably about him. He had always been a creature of habit; that was why Fallon knew he’d still be right there in that house.

  Fallon took a good look at herself in the car’s rearview mirror. Not her usual face full of M.A.C, perfectly done hair and newly manicured nails, but she still had it. Fallon’s face was always going to be remarkably gorgeous and she knew that for sure. She checked to make sure she didn’t have any crud in her eyes and that her breath was at least acceptable.

  “This is as good as it’s going to get. Situation ain’t going to change right now,” she mumbled. She grabbed the gun from the glove box and shoved in into her waist. She looked up and down the street before she exited the car. Just in case.

  Fallon rushed up to the door. Before she rang the doorbell, she looked around again to see if maybe there were any unmarked cars that looked like possible police vehicles. She saw nothing the streets were essentially empty. Fallon finally rang the bell. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other while she waited. “C’mon where you at?” Fallon whispered, ringing the bell again; more frantically this time.

  “Ben, baby. I missed you,” Fallon whispered, practicing what she was going to say to the man whose heart she had shattered into a million little pieces years ago. “Ben…I couldn’t live without you. I just had to see you again. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?” Fallon practiced some more.

  Out of the corner of her eye she saw the curtain on the big bay window in front of the house move. Yes! Somebody was home. Fallon rang the bell one more time. This time she kept her finger on it. Finally she heard locks clicking. With each click, Fallon’s stomach did a flip. The door opened slowly. It was her show from that moment on.

  “Ben! My boo! Fuck! I missed your ass!” Fallon sang out in the most cheery voice she could find given the circumstance. Ben screwed his face up and squinted his eyes like he was all of a sudden blinded by some bright light.

  “Who the fuck are you?” he replied. Fallon’s stomach sank. Had it really been that long that the man who was so in love with her that he had threatened to kill himself when she left him didn’t recognize her?

  “Oh word? You don’t remember me now? I know I’m dressed down but real love never forgets, remember you said that. Your butterfly came back for you,” Fallon said. She could see the light bulb going off in Ben’s mind as his eyes lit up with excitement.

  “Fallon?
Fallon Porter?” He asked, a smile spreading slowly across his lips.

  “In the flesh, my love,” she smiled. Inside a warm feeling of relief filled her. She needed him right now more than he knew.

  “Only two years late and two dollars short,” Ben replied dryly, quickly remembering what he went through at Fallon’s hands.

  Fallon knew he would remember their last encounter and that she would have to make him forget about how she left him crying and begging her not to leave him.

  “I came all the way from B’more to see you and that’s how you going to treat me Ben? There has to be a reason I came back,” Fallon replied, trying her best to keep up the act.

  “What are you doing here? I mean…here at my house?” Ben asked tentatively.

  “Let me in and you’ll find out,” Fallon said, she was growing impatient. The least he could do was let her in to discuss things.

  Reluctantly Ben invited her inside. He watched her move into his home with an uneasy look on his face. What the fuck she got on? He thought.

  “I must be the last nigga on earth right now if you visiting me. Did the world end while I was sleeping and me and you are the last two people alive? Because I can’t see no other reason the great Fallon Porter would be visiting little ol’ me,” Ben said sarcastically. Fallon turned her face away and rolled her eyes. This corny nigga couldn’t find anything else to say? He is still the fucking weakest link. But I need his dumb ass right now. Fallon said in her head.

  “Stop it. I missed you. All I’ve ever done since that time was think about you Ben. That is the past; this is the present and the only thing that matters. I am here right now, when I could be anywhere else, plain and simple” Fallon turned towards him and fabricated on the spot. She was a pro with that sweet tongue of hers.

  “What’s with the outfit?” Ben asked. He knew Fallon and she wouldn’t ever be caught dead in oversized, dirty sweats, a dirty looking hoody and some cheap, Korean-store wig. It was strange to say the least.