Piggy Finds her NiccT

I don't know why I'm so antsy today. I can't wait to introduce Symona Lisa to the Embassy. This chick is awesome. She Baltimore born and raised but I believe I can make the Lone Star State attractive to her. It's something else about her. Just can't figure out what it is though. I'm really thinking about him though. Hadn't talked to him all day. What am I going to wear to this meeting of the minds tonight? Oh I know! I pulled a pair of fitted pinstripe trousers cuff at the bottom, white button down shirt and purple silk tie. Went in my underwear drawer and found a silk violet purple lace bra and panty set. I took a quick shower. The hot water from the shower head was orgasmic. It's what I needed. I lotioned my body head to toe with Happy. Pulled my blonde locks into a tight bun. Sprayed Mixed Chicks. I knew I had some purple flats. Dolce and Gabanna to be exact. I tied a fat windsor in my tie and left the button down open enough to expose my cleavage. Sprayed Happy there too. I painted my lips with clear lipgloss until they were sticky and lined my lower lash with liner. I needed something else though. I took the flat from its box. Sat up on the tank of my toilet and I stepped into the silk covered shoe and I got a hit. I was in Nirvana. I could smell blood but my nose didn't bleed. Colors of greens and oranges were all around me. I knew that one day I would have to get a handle on this. I stood up off the toilet and then blew my nose. Blood was in the tissue. I cleaned myself up and reapplied my gloss. My phone was ringing. I heard my son and nephews downstairs with Mattie Mae. I knew that they were going to have a ball. I checked the magazine in .40 I was good. I kissed every cheek in my house and I was off. After the insurance paid off my car I decided to go with another Camaro. Nothing like a Chevrolet. Time I got in the car I heard Fresh on the radio. Reminded me about the whole reason for this meeting tonight. Nicct was a real good friend of mine from high school. Nick Taylor was what I called Hiphop. Real hiphop. He still made music. I was real particular about my hiphop. Nick was also giving Shannon Monet a run for her money with weapons. I needed him to keep me and my Embassy well outfitted. I could trust him and I knew that he could get what I needed for THE best price. I called him up. "Nick, baby where you at?" "I'm close. Doubletree right?" "Yeah, see you in a minute." I pulled out front and valet took my car. I had requested a conference room. I told my entire Embassy including NiccT to be in purple. I went to the bar and ordered Hennessy with a splash a coke. I felt eyes on me but that was typical. Truth is it had been more than thirty days since I gotten laid and I wasn't climbing the walls. Go Piggy. I knew I had to rule my city. I was now King of Houston. I felt the DSW pendant touch the swell of my breasts. I thought about Ivory Albro. Man life had been crazy. I never stopped thinking about him. "Pretty girl." I turned around and there he was. He cleaned up nice. Pinstripe suit purple Sean John tie. Suit Taylored fitted. Purple Stacy Adams. Square Toes. Beard and goatee trimmed meticulously. We damn near matched. Perry Ellis and the scent of a recently fired pistol permeated him. I took note of that. Ask questions later. We embraced. I tiptoed and kissed his cheek. Handsome as the day is long but I knew a killer when I was amongst one. "C.C. how are you?" "I'm okay. Question is how are you? Come on over here let me buy you a drink. What you having?" He chuckled. "Patron. Double shot. Straight." Bartender took his order. We sat at the bar and talked. "C.C. you hear things." I finished my drink. "Man, one minute I heard somebody had took you out and then the next I'm sitting next to you drinking. What's up?" I looked him square in the eye. He didn't turn away. "Albro is gone NiccT. Houston is now mine." "Nothing more sexier than a woman driven towards success." I smiled and we clinked glasses. I suggested we move into the conference room. He grabbed my hand and helped me down off the bar stool. A gangsta and a gentleman. I dig it. But something didn't feel right to me. The doors of the conference room closed. I looked around. Tameika called me. "NiccT was followed. I'm on my way." I looked at my friend. "Seems you had company. Somebody followed you here." He shook his head. "Can't be." I knew Nick was in some stuff. This business was ruthless. It was here and now I had to decide if he would fit into my blueprint. Tameika sent me a text. "IN PROGRESS". I turned to NiccT and asked him how good he was with that smoking Beretta underneath that designer coat of his. He seemed shocked that I knew it was there. I loosened the tie around my neck and cocked my .40. I crept on the other side of the door while NiccT got on the opposite side. I put my finger to my sticky lips and waited on the unlucky bastard to come through the door. Another day in my life but it was survival. "So is it true, Piggy,". "NiccT, umma sweethart most of the time." I licked my lips and waited on the door to open. Mr. Fresh is gone have to show me something.