by Natavia
“What’s up, shorties? How did that interview go?” I asked Sinna.
“I got the job. I’m starting tomorrow—well, I go for trainin’. Thanks again for everything. This is my friend, Chelsie,” Sinna introduced me to her friend. Chelsie was bad, too, and even though she was sitting down, I could tell she had hips. She had a little gut, but I didn’t care about stomach fat. Chelsie had blue hair and tattoos covering her legs and arms. She had greenish-blue eyes and a piercing in her eyebrow. I was disappointed when I saw her chipped pink toenail polish.
See, this is what I’m talkin’ about. I wanna give this broad forty dollas so she can get her feet done. An attractive woman with crusty feet is like an old school Chevy with cheap rims.
“That’s what’s up, shorty. I’ll see y’all around and remember, no smokin’ on the steps.”
“I gotchu. I started cleanin’ up earlier. My apartment will be back to normal by tonight. Chelsie is helpin’ me,” Sinna said.
“That’s what’s up. You got sumthin on your shoulder.”
Sinna brushed her shoulder off and it was a patch of hair. I knew something was different about her but couldn’t point it out.
“Oh, hell nawl!” Sinna yelled out and startled her daughter from a nap.
“What happened? Why is it sheddin’ already? Didn’t you tell me you paid six-hundred dollars for this wig?” Chelsie asked and Sinna cut her eyes at her.
“Yooo, you wild. You paid that much for a wig? Come on, shorty. I thought you was wearing a Yankee fitted cap.”
“I needed sumthin to last me for a long time with this new job and all. Can I borrow two-hundred dollars? I’ll pay you back?” she pouted.
“You ain’t my bitch, shorty. Take that shit back. You got a receipt?”
Sinna rolled her eyes at me and got up from the steps. She snatched the door open to the building and told Chelsie to come on so they could fix her hair. More hair was falling out of her wig, leaving a trail to her door.
“Sweep this shit up, Sinna!” I yelled out while walking up the stairs to the third floor and she slammed the door. Rochelle was standing in the door waiting for me. She was wearing a silk robe and her nipples showed through the fabric. I thought I was falling in love with shorty at one point. We both came from the tracks, she was a stripper and I was selling dope heavy. I thought she wanted a better life the same way I did, and she expressed to me many times in the past how she wanted her own business and etc., but shorty was just pillow talking. She was buttering me up so I could put a ring on her finger, trick me into nutting in her and giving her my last night but I wasn’t blinded by the pussy the way she thought I was. Shit, I wasn’t blinded at all.
“You miss me?” she asked when I stepped into her apartment.
“What do you got for me to eat?” I replied and headed towards the kitchen. Her place was spotless and smelled of pine sol and bleach. Rochelle’s crib was all white and sometimes gave me a headache.
“You need some color in here.”
“I got your black ass in here,” she chuckled.
“Yeah aight. Fix me a sandwich,” I replied, looking through the fridge. Shorty didn’t know how to cook but let her tell it she made gourmet sandwiches because she added salt and pepper.
“We need to talk, Governor,” she said when I closed the fridge. I leaned against the counter, so she could have my undivided attention.
“Yo, what is there to talk about? We’re growin’ apart and you ain’t tryin’ to fix it. You sit on your ass all day and complain like you have sumthin to offer. I’m almost thirty years old. A bad bitch with good pussy is gettin’ borin’ to me. We’ve been talkin’ about this for a year. You know what the fuck I want, and if you can’t give it to me, I’m gonna get it elsewhere; but for right now I just want to eat then fuck. That’s it! Stop fuckin’ talkin’ and complainin’. Arguments can’t get me hard and make me nut, so just do what I asked.”
“I’m not your maid! Who in the hell do you think you are walkin’ into my home and barkin’ orders?” she screamed.
“I’m the nigga that keeps a roof over your head and food on your table! I pay all your bills and everything else in this muthafucka, including you! That’s who I am, Chelle. The fuckin’ nigga that takes care of you! Can I fuck or do I need to go elsewhere?”
Tears welled in her eyes and suddenly she fell on the floor. She was kicking her feet and swinging her arms everywhere, knocking a few plants over on the floor. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. A grown-ass woman was really falling out like a toddler with snot coming out of her nose. I called Rochelle’s mother on FaceTime and she answered without her wig with only five thin braids on her head, reminding me of the rapper, Pusha-T.
“What do you want, Governor? You and Rochelle are aging me! Did you cheat on her again? And do you still have my daughter livin’ in that trap house?” she fired off with the questions. Rochelle’s mother hated me, and the feeling was mutual. She believed her daughter was an angel, but I wanted her to see the stupid shit Rochelle did.
“Naw, I want you to look at your dumb-ass daughter rollin’ around on the floor. See, this is the bullshit you gave birth to. This is all your fault, Ma. All you had to do was swallow.” Rochelle’s mother, Adrienne, began cursing and yelling at me. I enjoyed pissing them off at the same time.
“Are you over there fightin’ my daughter? I’m on my way! You probably put her on the floor. See, this is why I didn’t want her messin’ with a criminal who doesn’t own shit but a bunch of Section-8 buildings!” her mother yelled.
“I own the building you live in, too, Ma,” I replied. Adrienne told me she was on her way before hanging up on me.
“Why did you call my Mommmmyyyyyyyy?” Rochelle screamed.
“Because I want her to see the stupid shit she created! Get your stupid ass up before I slap the piss outta you! I left work for this bullshit? You up here screamin’ and carryin’ on like a nigga rapin’ you and shit! Bitch, GET UP!” I barked. At times, I felt like beating the shit out of Rochelle and I don’t mean in that type of way. I wanted to light her ass up with a belt and give her the whooping her cock-eyed mother never gave her. She finally stood up and wiped her eyes but she was still sobbing.
“I want us to have kids and get married but you don’t want it with me. Why don’t you love me anymore?” she asked.
“Who you givin’ my pussy away to, Chelle?”
“Huh?”
“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear! You fuckin’ that nigga Nucci? What you think I wasn’t gonna find out about how you let that nigga feel on you and shit? You don’t see me actin’ a fool, do you? I ought to break your fuckin’ jaw!” I wasn’t tripping like that about the Nucci dude, but I wanted Chelle to stop whining and make it up to me.
“I checked him for doin’ that. You have people spyin’ on me?” she asked with a different tone.
“Yeah, I got people watchin’ you,” I lied.
I was liable to tell her anything so she could stop the tantrums. Rochelle thought me being jealous meant I really cared about her which I did at one point in time. I honestly wanted her to find a nigga who was able to put up with her nonsense. It’d eat me up though if I cut her off knowing she didn’t have another source of income.
"You don’t trust me?”
“Yo, are we fuckin’ or not? You know what, I’m out,” I replied.
Rochelle yelled after me while I was heading towards the front door. She grabbed my shirt and begged me to stay. Her robe was open, probably came undone from her tantrum. Rochelle’s pretty breasts bounced, making me close the door. I picked her up and placed her against the wall and she wrapped her legs around me. My dick was hard and pulsating. She pressed her breasts against my face. Her moans filled the hallway when I wrapped my lips around her nipple. She begged and pleaded for me to enter her but she was crazy as fuck if she thought I was sliding in raw. I carried her to the dining room table and spread her legs. Rochelle had a piercing in her clit that I hated. Mos
t niggas thought that shit was attractive but I wanted my pussy bare. I went inside my pocket to grab a condom and tore the wrapper off. After I released my dick and strapped up, I entered her. Her walls sucked me in and she pulled her legs up, placing them behind her head so I could pound into her. Rochelle liked that rough shit, straight fucking with my nuts smacking against her inner-thighs. She rubbed her clit and her essence dripped onto the kitchen table. Rochelle wasn’t tight nor was she loose. I could move around in the pussy with ease and my package wasn’t small.
“OHHHHHHHH!” she screamed and her legs shook when I gripped her from underneath her ass, slamming her down my girth. Rochelle’s thick and creamy nectar coated my pelvis area. When I went deeper, she pushed me back knowing I didn’t like that. I wrapped my hand around her neck and sped up until her eyes rolled back and she couldn’t moan. She raised her body off the table when I slowed my pace and deep stroked until I hit her G-spot.
“It’s tooooo much dick!” she whined.
I wasn’t trying to coach her on how to take dick while I was on the verge of busting one so I ignored her complaining.
“It’s too much!” she screamed again.
I pulled out of her and snatched the condom off.
“What you got a yeast infection or sumthin because that’s the only time you can’t take dick. You should’ve said sumthin if you were irritated down there, damn.”
“You were too deep!” she complained.
“And? What the fuck you think I’m supposed to just fuck wit’ the tip? I got too much dick for that childish shit, shorty. I’m tryna get all my shit wet. You were better off suckin’ me off.”
Rochelle slid off the table and struck me in the face. She never put her hands on me before. She cut up my clothes and did stupid stuff like that but shorty actually put her hands on me. My lip was bleeding and she panicked. She ran to the kitchen to wet a paper towel.
“Please don’t kill me. I’m so sorry,” she cried.
She held the paper towel against my lip and I pulled away from her.
“Yo, I’m good.”
“Are you goin’ to put me out?” she asked.
I fixed myself and headed straight towards the door. That was the last straw with her. She couldn’t beg me to do anything with or for her. I expressed on many occasions I wasn’t the type of nigga to put up with that abusive shit. If I don’t hit you then show a nigga the same respect in return. Do what you want to my clothes, shoes, vehicles or anything else materialistic before you try to fight on a man. I probably would’ve knocked her teeth out of her mouth if I was the same dude from six years ago. That’s when I lived reckless, but I had a lot to lose. Going to jail on a domestic violence charge was some sucka shit.
“Pleaseeeee, I’m so sorry. You just seem so agitated with me lately and I want us to work. I love you so much and I get lonely bein’ here. You promised me a better life,” she said.
“And you promised me some shit, too, Chelle. Look, do what you want, shorty. I’m not that nigga for you. Stay here as long as you need to but I’m done. We over FOR GOOD. You want to control me and no broad on this Earth is gonna succeed. Peace and blessings.”
I walked out the apartment and she ran after me, grabbing on my shirt and scratching my neck. The hood knew we had something going on but now Rochelle was really out in the open with our business. Since she was a tenant of mine, I didn’t want us fooling around to give me a bad look but it did anyway because I favored her more than everybody else in the building. She had the best apartment, a Jacuzzi and many other things everyone else didn’t have.
“Yo, go in the house!” I yelled at her when she ran out the building with her robe opened. People came out of their apartments and stood on the stairs watching the drama unfold. Honestly, I was feeling bad for her so I tried to close her robe.
“Babe, go in the house. People watchin’ us.”
“Fuck these people! You promised we were goin’ to start a family and you were goin’ to move me in your house! What about meetin’ your mother and all that other shit? You led me on all this time and even put me in this raggedy ass housin’ building. Bitch, I want what the fuck you promised me!” Rochelle screamed. I got into my whip and she banged on my window. Some teenage girls were ready to jump on her. I had to get back out the whip, so they wouldn’t fuck Rochelle up. The city rocked with me so it would’ve been easy to have someone check her but I wasn’t that type of nigga.
“You want me to handle her for you? For real I don’t like how that bitch comin’ at you!” one of the teenage girls yelled from the basketball court.
“We’re not fighting in my neighborhood so kill the noise but I appreciate it!” I replied. A white Maxima pulled up behind my truck and it was Rochelle’s mother.
Can my day get any worse? All I wanted was some pussy now I gotta deal with two crazy-ass hoes.
“Get the hell away from my daughter! I’m sick of you disrespectin’ her whenever you feel like it! Rochelle, you need to move from this place. It’s filthy with a bunch of hoodrats and deadbeat daddies,” Adrienne said.
“He promised me everything, Ma, and you know he did! I’m sick of his shit!” Rochelle screamed. Her mother grabbed her and pulled her towards the building. I got back inside my truck and pulled off before Rochelle started up again. My office wasn’t too far away so I made it back in twelve minutes. When I walked in, Essa was on the phone scheduling an appointment. I took my shirt off because the blood from my lip was dripping. Essa hung up the phone and she was trying to ask me something but I was looking for a new work shirt. I had to keep my dick to myself because shit was just spiraling out of control. Rochelle’s antics turned me off. Fuck marriage and all that other shit.
Essa
W atching Governor move around in his office shirtless was enough to make me cum inside my panties. His beautiful skin was flawless and the muscles in his back flexed as he went through the boxes in the corner of the office. He seemed pissed off about something and was even ignoring me so I stopped talking to him.
“MANNN, FUCK!” he yelled out in frustration. He picked up a box and hurled it across the office. It would’ve hit me if I hadn’t ducked.
“Oh shit, my bad, Essa. I have a few estimates to do and I don’t have a shirt. I gotta leave back out and get one,” he said. He sat across from me and I looked away from him. It was just too much hotness sitting in front of me. I hadn’t had dick in so long and the thought of him on top of me gave me chills.
I’ll fuck the shit outta him. He just doesn’t know how I turn up in the bedroom. I hate to brag but he probably never had a bitch like me before. Wait a minute, Essa! This man got bitches all over, he probably had threesomes and more. Naw fuck that, he ain’t never had a female like me. I’ll make his toes curl.
“Make what toes curl?” Governor asked, snapping me out of my daydream.
“What?”
“You just said aloud ‘I’ll make his toes curl.’ The fuck you talkin’ about, Essa? You were watchin’ porn while I was gone?” he smirked.
“Naw, I was reading this book this mornin’ and I was reciting the last few words so I can get back to it on my break.”
Thank God that’s all I said aloud. SHAT!
“Oh word? What kind book is it? I read sometimes but it gotta be a hood ass novel. My mother put me on to them,” he said.
Bihhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
“I forgot, I’m sorry. Can I give you the title later?”
“You said you wanted to read it on your break so I thought you had it on you,” he replied.
“I think I left it.”
Governor smirked at me and I almost fainted. I could deal with his presence in passing like seeing him in the neighborhood but being around him was too much.
I’m not on birth control but Lord knows I need it before I have some chocolate babies on this desk, I thought, zoning out. Governor chuckled and I covered my mouth.
“Yooooo, Essa. You a wild shorty. You sexually harassin’ me, baby gir
l?” he asked.
“Nooooo, I’m sorry. Okay, you caught me. I know this isn’t appropriate and it won’t happen again.”
“You good but keep it to yourself next time. I forgot to grab some food so I’m going to order sumthin. What do you have taste for? I can use Uber Eats,” he said.
“Whatever you have taste for.”
“Bacon burgers and chili cheese fries sound good to you?” he replied.