Warnings: This chapter contains slash smut, het smut, racial slurs, and really bad Spanish on my part. You've been warned. If you can't stomach it, don't read.

Chapter 5: First Date

Ryder's POV:

"You mean to tell me that dirty chulo motherfucker got away from you chumps? Huh? Is that what you're saying to me?" Ryder stared at Rico and his fellow Rifa lieutenant Angel. Rico was 6'9". Angel was 6'4". Ryder was 5'6". Both men quaked in fear of Ryder's wrath. Despite his diminutive height, the Black knew he could present an imposing figure when he was enraged.

The three men stood in the living room of Ryder's house on Grove Street hours after concluding Ryder's plot to eliminate Varrios Los Aztecas. Willowfield was now Ballas territory, while El Corona and Verdant Bluffs were in the possession of the LS Vagos.

The operation had seized over two thousand MP5s, four hundred shotguns, and two thousand AK-47s, as well as uncounted 9mms, Desert Eagles, and Tec-9s, and a stockpile of ammunition for the weapons as well. Ryder hadn't disclosed the seizure to the leaders of the Vagos because the one thing he wanted captured in the extermination of the Aztecas had eluded him. 'Can't explain that to them either.'

Angel cleared his throat. "See, homes, he drove off too quickly, and…"

THWACK! Ryder slammed the business end of his favorite aluminum baseball bat into Angel's left kneecap. Rico winced as the other Latino collapsed to his knees cursing in pain. "Look here, you refried beans and taco eating motherfuckers, I don't care how fast he was driving! You should've snatched his ass or capped his ass!" He kicked Angel in the shoulder for good measure. "I oughta kill your punk ass right now."

A small female voice on the other side of the room said, "Uh, maybe I should leave now?"

Ryder turned to the woman. She was a woman with classic beauty but dressed like a hooker in daisy dukes shorts and kitten heeled black leather boots. The woman had removed her "I Love LS" cutoff shirt to arouse Ryder with her ample bosom, and her mocha-colored skin gleamed with sweat from dancing to make the drug kingpin get an erection.

'I finally got this bitch in my house, strippin' and dancin' for me, and these motherfuckers gotta ruin my party. Shit, she was only on my jock because I got the drug game locked down anyway.' "Yeah bitch, gone get outta here."

"Am I gettin' paid or…." Ryder lunged at her with the bat. The woman shrieked and ran out his house, covering her nude breasts. "Alright, alright!"

Ryder turned back to the Hispanic gangstas. They were gaping at the woman's booty as it jiggled out the door. "You see that? You stupid chulos interrupted me while that fine bitch was giving me the best skull I've had in a minute. I needed that shit."

He stared at Angel's reddened face and Rico's light brown skin. 'Niggas like them don't understand what a nigga like me gotta do to get one bitch, much less all the pussy they get. Pretty boys, both of them. Nice hair, sweet lips, all cut up and shit from hittin' the gym. I'ma make these motherfuckers understand.'

The Black pulled out two Desert Eagles from his sagging jeans and turned off the safety. Then he unfastened his pants and let them sag to his knees. "Both of you burrito eating assholes get on your knees and suck my dick, or I'ma kill you, alright?"

CJ's POV:

"Nice not doing business with you!" Catalina declared when the truck company owner handed her a large paper bag bulging with money.

"If you ever want to haul some freight and make some quick cash, just come back and talk to me," the trucker said over her shoulder to Carl.

"I'll do that," CJ promised. The truck stop owner returned to his office, and the husky Black joined Catalina at the roadside. "Ay, where to now?"

"Take me home!" 'If this bitch didn't have an easy plan to make some quick money…' Carl shouldered his shotgun. "First of all, where's my cut?"

The Latina spitfire opened the paper bag and handed the Black three stacks of money. Carl estimated she had given him $1500. "There you go, loverboy! Now take me home!"

CJ stepped into the road and an oncoming brown and white Rancher squealed to a stop. He opened the driver's side door and yanked out a heavyset blonde in a pink sundress. "This is just a jacking, don't make it into a murder," he warned. As Catalina climbed into the passenger's side and began issuing directions, the terrified blonde ran across a stretch of farmland.

"Hey, you think we could hit another target today?" Carl asked as he steered the car toward Blueberry.

"Mmm. I like your way of thinking." Catalina licked her lips and batted her eyes in a way she must have thought was sexy. The beefy Black just assumed she had chapped lips and something caught in her eye.

"Yeah. I kinda need the money."

"Oh, I don't think you in it just for money. Turn here!"

They were heading toward Dillimore now. "No, I'm serious. I'm really desperate."

"I bet you are, Carl. I got what you desperate for, maricon."

"Whatever. We gonna go rob some more shit or what?"

Catalina caressed her ample bosom with her hands and moaned gently. "You such a handsome, strong man, Carl Johnson. The way you shot those idiota pigs…" She slid her hands lower to massage the flat plain of her stomach. "The way you handled that tanker…" Her right hand ghosted over the waistline of her track pants, and her left hand played with her breasts. "Mmm, Carl!"

The husky Black averted his eyes from the road to watch Catalina's performance. The Latina had loosened her track pants and slipped her hand inside. She moaned ecstatically as her right hand worked diligently. 'Crazy bitch is fuckin' herself!'

Catalina's eyes shuddered close. Her body trembled passionately in the throes of her own stimulation. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her mouth opened for desperate gasps of air. 'This shit is actually kinda hot,' Carl thought as his member stiffened in his jeans.

"Oh, Carl. Oh Carl!" Catalina gasped. She cut her eyes at him seductively through half-closed lids. "Do you like what you see, eh? Does a woman's pleasure arouse you?" Catalina cut her eyes to the prominent bulge in the Black's jeans and whimpered lasciviously. "I see that it does. I can take care of both of us, if you will let me."

Cesar's POV:

It was just after sunrise when Cesar steered his car down the main street of the hamlet of Blueberry. His car was almost out of gas, and he had driven for six straight hours at a moderate speed to avoid the attention of the Red County sheriffs with the top up and no air conditioning. With his feverish sweating and the hasty tourniquet made from a strip of his Homies T-shirt, the last thing Cesar needed was a sheriff pulling him over.

The Latino warrior knew he desperately needed medical attention. He could have stopped in Montgomery or driven straight to Angel Pine for treatment. But one thought alone had kept him awake and sane for the last six hours of driving, to endure the pain of removing the bullet himself, to endure the burn of the whiskey Cesar had used to cleanse the wound.

He had to see Kendl.

When Carl had called after the shootout under the Mulholland Intersection, Cesar had packed Kendl's luggage and driven her to the town of Blueberry. It was as far removed from Los Santos as he could imagine, and his brother Joaquin had rented an apartment there before starting to have children. The emergency of the situation had sidelined their argument for the moment, but they had not spoken during the ride there or in the last two weeks.

Cesar had laid down a year's worth of rent for her. He had bought cleaning supplies, groceries, and guns for her. He had chivalrously carried everything into the fully-furnished apartment for her. But Kendl had not spoken to him that whole day.

Before he had driven off, Cesar had handed her the three words Kendl had been eager to hear for their entire courtship in the hope of eliciting some emotion from her.

Kendl had regarded him sadly, then had shut the door behind her.

'She knows I still love her. She has to. She's mi corazon. I can't live without her.'

Cesar stopped at a barber shop next to Ammu-Nation and paid extra for his tapeline to be redone before the barber opened. He picked a bouquet of flowers from a field on the outskirts of town, changed his sweaty, bloody shirt, and dabbed on the last bit of Bouche cologne in his glove compartment. He parked at the Ammu-Nation across the street and double checked himself in the rearview mirror before stepping out the car. One of the things he liked about Kendl's apartment: No one could park close to the building and attack her.

Before he crossed the street, Cesar spotted Kendl exiting the apartment complex. She was a vision of loveliness in a bronze colored sundress that flattered her flawless ebony skin. Kendl always wore very little makeup, and only her eyes showed any sign of extra attention. Her hair flowed down her back in a fresh set of silky braids. Cesar's heart literally began to race.

Then a man, who was not Cesar, walked up to her and wrapped his right arm around her slender waist.

Ryder's POV:

"Yeah….Just like that…Oh shit yeah, that's it, choke on that motherfucker."

Ryder leaned his small frame against his living room wall. His eyes were closed in bliss and his hips were lightly thrusting his 9" wood into Rico's mouth. The Hispanic slurped and sucked with abandon, while his fellow lieutenant, Angel, caressed the Black's sack with his long pink tongue.

"Ooowee, you chulos should get paid for this shit." Rico's strong hands gripped Ryder's hips as the Hispanic bobbed his head up and down Ryder's length. The small Black opened his eyes and watched a trail of saliva trickle from Rico's full soft lips onto the Latino's bare chest. Angel leaned in and suckled the side of Ryder's shaft while his tongue made contact with Rico's lips.

'Shit that's hot. Maybe I could put them to work for real. Plenty of white freaks up in Vinewood wanna get some sweet Hispanic ass.' Rico plunged the full-length of Ryder's member into his mouth. The Black gangsta's mouth dropped open in shocked pleasure and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Angel simultaneously started humming while stroking Ryder's sack with long, fluid strokes of his fat tongue. 'Ooo, shit! Nah, I think I'ma keep these eses for myself!'

He stroked the back of Rico's straight black hair. "Hair so soft, you almost feel like a bitch for real. Yeah, you're a bitch alright, hear that?" Ryder held his one of his Eagles to the side of Rico's head while he forced the Hispanic's mouth further down his shaft. Rico trembled with fear all over. "You're my bitch. Suck it up real good bitch, I'm finna bust!"

Ryder's hips bucked faster. Rico barely pulled off the Black's rock hard, pulsing shaft before the first explosion of semen erupted onto his face. Even as he climaxed, the smaller gangsta seized Angel's hair and angled his face so that his seed skeeted all over both of their faces.

CJ's POV:

"You have such a beautiful carajo," Catalina purred as she lowered her mouth onto CJ's semi-erect manhood.

Carl moaned as she flickered her small, wet tongue on the head of his heavy, fat member. The truck windows had fogged up while he drove to Catalina's hideout. The Latina spitfire continued to moan and pant over his shaft, one hand stroking him, while the other hand stroked between her brown thighs.

'Damn, it's been a minute since I had a woman go down. And ain't no woman ever done it like this before. I ain't even gotta put my mouth on her!'

"Oh, Carl, your carajo, mucho grande. Maybe I someday give to you as a woman, yes? And you play with me rough, pound my sweet little pulvo?" Catalina gasped. Carl sat up to watch the dexterity with which the Latina stimulated herself and saw a small puddle of juice soaked into her seat.

Catalina began to gag on CJ's swelling length. The husky gangsta had never met a woman who could deepthroat his 13" long, beer-can wide pipe, and Catalina was no exception. Unlike other women though, she seemed to thrive on torturing herself by repeatedly attempting to suck more and more of his length. She didn't stop when his hips began to thrust upwards. She didn't stop when she only accommodated 1/3 of his shaft before groaning in pain. She kept trying to push more into her mouth.

'Bitch is crazier than a loony bin, but she's a freak alright.' The Latina moaned passionately from her vigorous masturbation. Carl leaned back in the seat and watched her thighs tremble violently, her fingers sinking deeper into her shaved wetness. Then the Rancher hit a bump on the road. The Black's member thrust deeper into Catalina's mouth, and the Latina moaned with greater pleasure than before. She was climaxing, her orgasm gushing onto the seat beneath her.

It was too much stimulation. Carl released his seed into Catalina's mouth with a body-rattling roar and relaxed onto his seat.

Then he felt a sickening wetness on the front of his red Suburban jeans. "What the…?"

"Ugh, maricon! What do you think I am?" Catalina smacked him on the back of his head. "One of your whores? No! I do not drink from your carajo, you stinking negro!" She spat the last of his seed into Carl's face, then opened the door of the truck and exited.

'Crazy bitch! That's the last time I let you see my dick!' CJ promised himself as he zipped up.

Cesar's POV:

Cesar stormed across the street. Kendl spotted him almost immediately, but her countenance showed no joy at seeing him. "Who the fuck is this pendejo?"

He noted that the man embracing Kendl was also Hispanic. Everything about him seemed to be better than the Azteca king. The other man's skin was five shades lighter than Cesar's. He was several inches taller. His textured black hair was flawlessly maintained. His teeth were white, perfect, and even. The man's linen suit screamed money. And he had an advantage of a frame that was muscular without being as slim as Cesar or as husky as Carl. "I am Fernando Martinez, and I take that as an insult."

Kendl put her hands on her hips, while Cesar tried to place the man's familiar voice. "Cesar, what the fuck do you want?"

"Who is this puto?" Cesar assessed him with a quick up-and-down glance. "I don't trust him to be alone with you. He's got rapist written all over him."

"I take that as an insult as well," Fernando said. He stepped between Kendl and Cesar. "I have never needed to rape a woman. Some women have wrestled with the intensity of their passions for Fernando, and have said no. But in the end, they always submit. Especially when Fernando slips the white powder into their drinks at dinner and drives them home."

Cesar snapped his fingers. "I've heard you on the radio before when I was a kid! Emotion 98.3, down in Vice City! I used to visit my cousin down there."

Fernando smiled. "Yes, that was me, Fernando Martinez, riding the airwaves like a cheap floozy."

Cesar grabbed Kendl's arm. "Like I said, this guy is a rapist. Come on."

Kendl snatched back her arm before they stepped into the street. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Cesar. Fernando is my breakfast date. We're co-workers, and I don't mix business and pleasure."

The Azteca warrior ignored Fernando's disappointed expression. "Co-workers? Where are you working?"

"I just got hired for WCTR's marketing department." Cesar started to wish her congratulations, but Kendl held up a hand. "I'm a grown woman, and I know who he is and what he's about. At least he never lied to me."

"Kendl, baby, listen…."

The sassy Black woman shook her head. "No, Cesar, you and I are through. I'll pay you back all the money for the rent you paid for me when I get it. And the food and guns too. But you have no more right to criticize my decisions."

She wrapped her arms around Fernando's sinewy right one. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have a breakfast date. Goodbye, Cesar."

Regarding the slash in this chapter, I know it's totally OOC for Ryder. But there is a reason for it, and I'll explain that reason in the next update! And there will be more slash and het smut.