Rent Money

by Natavia

  Essa sat back in the lounging chair and I sat next to her. She rested her head on my shoulder and I grabbed the bottle off the table to pour her another shot. What else could I do? The masked men along with dealing with her son had her mind gone. I pulled away from her after she finished her shot. She looked at me crazy when I kneeled in front of her, reaching for the button on her pants.

  “You ain’t gotta do nothin’ but lay here.”

  Joe’s song, “All The Things,” began playing from inside the house. I cursed myself for letting my mother fuck with my playlist.

  “Wait, Governor. This isn’t right,” she said.

  “Man, chill. Can I eat your pussy in peace? I’m tryna relieve you, shorty. You might want to catch this head while I’m right here because I don’t be out here dining at all-you-can-eat buffets, you feel me?” On the real, I wasn’t a pussy eater like that. I ate a shorty out but she was on some ratchet shit because she was spotting and didn’t tell me. I had been paranoid since.

  Essa took off her shoes and I slid her pants down to her ankles before pulling them off. She had on purple lace panties and my dick hardened once I caught a glimpse of her fat pussy lips. I slid her panties down her legs and her pussy was already glistening. She also had a smooth bald mound. Some women had a little odor after working or sweating but Essa didn’t smell like nothing. She took me by surprise when she pulled her legs back. She had tattoos of flowers that covered her inner-thighs that led to her pussy. It was the sexiest shit I’d seen in my life. Pre-cum seeped from the tip of my dick. Shorty had me feeling like a dog wanting to hump. A hissing sound escaped her lips when I spread her wet pussy lips, kissing her entrance. She bucked her hips forward, pressing her pussy lips against mine. I wasn’t even in it to know she was a gripper because her peach was kissing me back. She pressed my face into her wetness, smearing it across my beard. I gripped her meaty thighs to hold her down. I went against my word when I said all I wanted to do was eat her pussy because I wanted to put my dick in her. The way she moved her hips and the sexy sounds of her moans was clouding my mind. I set myself up, but I was never the type to back down, so I slipped my tongue into her.

  “OHHHHHHHHHH!” she moaned.

  Her pussy gripped my finger when I slipped one inside her. Her legs shook, and she sped up her pace. I was eating shorty out like I just came home from prison to a homecooked meal. She screamed she was ready to come while pulling at my ears. I entered another finger while applying pressure to her clit. Essa wrapped her legs around my neck like we were in WWF. I circled my thumb around her small anus, smearing her wetness around it before dipping my finger in. Shid, I don’t know what made me do it, but everything editable was in my face at that point.

  “BABBBYYYYYYYYYYYY!” she screamed out when I stuck the tip of my tongue in her butt. She tried to push my head back, but I smacked her hand away. Her legs couldn’t stop shaking while she experienced another orgasm. Her pussy reminded me of dish water, suds were everywhere. When I pulled away from her, my shirt was wet. Essa lazily laid across the lounging chair panting.

  “That was so nasty,” she said then burst out laughing. Her nipples were poking through her shirt. She was only naked from the waist down, but I still wasn’t satisfied. She must’ve read my mind because she stood up and pulled me into the house through the sliding doors. Once we got into the living room, Essa came out of her top and bra. Her breasts were nice and full. She pushed me down on the couch and climbed on top of me. I took off my shirt and tossed it across the room. She grabbed my face and kissed me, but it wasn’t a regular kiss. Shorty was sucking the hell out of my tongue. My hands squeezed her ass cheeks and she moved across my dick. I had on joggers and they weren’t thick, so I was feeling the heat from her center plus her wetness. Essa asked me for a condom and I went into my pocket to grab one. I kept condoms on me the same way I wore boxers. It was a habit I couldn’t shake since I was a youngin'. My mother used to hound me and Mayor about knocking random broads up. Essa lifted up her body, so I could free myself. After the condom was on, Essa gripped my dick and rubbed it against her slit. I didn’t have to guide her because of my size, shorty held on to my girth and eased me in herself.

  YOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK NO!

  Essa’s pussy was so tight I was ready to nut. I froze when my dick got extra hard. I had to think about stupid shit, so I could try to go soft a little bit or something. Shid, I even thought about getting head from a crackhead, but it wasn’t working.

  “Yo, I need to piss really quick,” I lied but it was too late. Essa was sliding up and down my dick. I gripped her hips and placed her nipple into my mouth. She grabbed the back of the couch and rode me. I choked her a little bit while thrusting in her. She threw her head back with her mouth gaped open. I fit her perfectly even though her small pussy was stuffed with my girth. Her moans were mixed with a tinge of pain as she took my size. I leaned back and scooted down a little more. It was a wrong move because she placed her feet on the cushion and bounced on my dick, squeezing me even more—she was fucking me.

  “GOVERNOR!” she screamed my name.

  I was glad she wasn’t a “yes daddy” type of woman. If only they knew a lot of us didn’t like that shit. Screaming my name while I was in your guts had more of a meaning. It was like telling me who it belonged to without me asking. I gripped her hips to slow her down, it was time she felt all of me. The biggest challenge was holding my nut to please her, so I couldn’t let her continue.

  “Get up really quick.”

  Essa rolled over and I laid on top of her. I locked her in a position where she couldn’t move, only I was in control. With her legs draped over the crook of my arms, I entered her. She covered her mouth when I dipped all the way, balls deep into her. Either her toes cracked, or her legs, but I wasn’t stopping. After I dipped, I pulled out until the tip of my dick was pressed against her entrance. I waited a few seconds before I went back in until my dick disappeared. After the urge of busting too soon went away from controlling my own nut, I let loose. I was trying to break shorty’s back off in the couch. Essa was damn-near screaming while I stroked her G-spot. She came on my dick at least twice but the third was the charm. I pulled out of her and turned her over. Her upper body hung over the arm of the couch while her ass was tooted up in the air. She placed her hands on the floor to keep from falling while I deep stroked her in a doggy-style position. I grabbed her hair and smacked her ass cheeks.

  “Damn, Essa. This pussy is fiyah, shorty. FUCK!” I groaned out. My dick throbbed, and I bit my bottom lip. I was probably making ugly faces, too, but she couldn’t see me. A nigga was stuck. She knew I was on the verge of nutting because she tightened her walls around me. I couldn’t name another female who could grip me like a hand.

  “I’m cummmmiinnnnnn!” she screamed. I gave her three long and deep strokes as I filled up the condom. Essa was yelling “ouch” because I gripped her hair a little harder than I intended. After I was finished, I pulled out of her and went into the hallway bathroom to flush the condom. Essa came into the bathroom with me and pushed me out the way, so she could sit on the toilet.

  “You comfortable like that?”

  “Oh, hush. I’ve been holdin’ it for a while now,” she said while peeing.

  “I hope it stings, too,” I joked on my way out.

  I headed back to the living room and noticed the couch had stains all over it from Essa.

  Shorty about to make a nigga throw the couch away.

  Essa came out the bathroom a few minutes later and asked for things to take a shower with. I told her to come upstairs to my bedroom. Soon as we stepped into my room, I noticed the passion marks I left on her breasts, neck and even face. I was ashamed of myself for doing that to her even though I didn’t remember.

  “I love this bedroom. This home is so lovely,” she said, looking around. She went into the bathroom and I followed her. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her.

  “What are we doin’?” she asked when I trapped her aga
inst the sink. She was looking up at me, probably thinking she made a mistake. Truth is, I didn’t know what we were doing because at the end of the day, me and Essa had to focus on bigger things.

  “We’re just doin’ us.”

  “As long as we can be mutual at work,” she replied.

  I walked out the bathroom, so she could take a shower in privacy. While I was flicking through the channels on TV, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. It was a message from that odd number again. When I opened it, a woman was playing with herself with pictures of me taped to her body.

  This bitch crazy. I got my number changed three times and she keep gettin’ it. I bet it’s someone I know. Naw, can’t be because I don’t recognize this body. This hoe a stone-cold freak.

  I watched the video one more time and a thought crossed my mind. All my tenants had my new number in case of an emergency, so it had to be someone on one of my properties, but who? I thought about who flirted with me the most or who basically threw themselves at me.

  Sinna.

  It had to be her, everyone else keep it mutual but Sinna was the only tenant I had who was trying to give me the pussy.

  Naw, I can’t say it’s her. Maybe it’s Rochelle’s childish ass puttin’ one of her friends up to it. I didn’t start getting them until me and her started beefin’ heavy.

  While I was in deep thought, another message came in. It read, you’re mine forever. After reading the message over five times, I shrugged it off. Rochelle used to tell me that dumb shit after we had a falling out. Essa came out the bathroom moments later with a towel wrapped around her.

  “I like how you decorated my body,” she said and playfully mushed me.

  “Shid, it ain’t my fault you got a Venus fly trap in that garden of yours.”

  “It’s your turn and hurry up. I wanna watch a movie,” she called out while I headed towards the bathroom.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I stayed in on a weekend with a female, cuddling and watching movies. Essa was just a homegirl, but shorty was humbling a nigga. My cellphone was ringing by the sink when I stepped out the shower. It was Sinna calling. I looked at the time and it was damn-near midnight.

  This bitch is always breakin’ sumthin in her apartment. Watch, it’s gonna be a washer and dryer and her dumb ass don’t even have one in her home.

  “What’s up, Sinna?”

  “Nothing much. Just lyin’ in bed naked. I really enjoyed you comin’ over here a few nights ago,” she said.

  “When I fixed your toilet?”

  “Yeah, and you snaked sumthin else, too,” she whispered into the phone.

  “Yo, Sinna. You know I gotta put you out if you’re gettin’ high on sumthin else other than weed in my building. Tell me what you want and hurry the fuck up. I’m busy!”

  “You can’t talk to your tenants like that!” she screamed into the phone.

  “Yo, I can talk to anybody however the fuck I want to when they’re callin’ me about bullshit. Is sumthin wrong with the apartment or not?”

  “Whateva, listen. What time will you be here? I’m wet,” she said.

  “Yo, what you say?”

  “Nigga, I said get over here, so we can finish what you started,” she replied. I hung up on Sinna; shorty was trippin. I also didn’t want Essa to get the wrong impression of me, thinking I was a slum landlord who preyed on women. After thinking deeply about it, I was starting to regret crossing that line with Essa.

  Fuck, see this is what I’m talkin’ about. But Essa not like them. She won’t think that about me. We have been vibin’ lately and we acted on it. Shid, we’re adults. What can I do? That’s right, she has to update her income after sixty days of employment.

  I thought long and hard about it and an idea came to mind, so I called my mother. She answered the phone and slow jams were playing in the background.

  “Hurry up, Governor. You haven’t called me this late in a long time,” my mother slurred into the phone.

  “Can I rent the old house from you once I finish fixin’ it up?”

  “For what?” she asked.

  “Why does it matter when I’m fixin’ it up for free and makin’ it worth more than what it is? You said you was goin’ to rent it out so rent it to me.”

  “Okay, fine, but don’t use it for none of that mess you and Mayor got goin’ on. Anyways, goodnight and don’t call me until Sunday,” she said and hung up. Essa was sitting up in bed watching TV. She was wearing one of my T-shirts and her hair was in a messy mane.

  “Why do you always look at me like that?” she smiled.

  “Cause I enjoy the view. Scoot over.”

  “Is everything alright with you? Someone pissed you off?” she asked. She was referring to the phone call from Sinna.

  “Sorta, but it’s cool. Yo, let me ask you sumthin.” Essa turned the volume down on the TV.

  “How do you feel about movin’ out the building?”

  “Is this for you or for me, Governor?” Essa caught an attitude, and from a woman’s perspective she probably assumed I was being sneaky.

  “It’s for us, but comin’ from your landlord, you make too much to be in that building now. Let the apartment go so someone who is less fortunate can move in. Either that or I have to give you sixty days and you can find that in your lease, section two.”

  “Are you serious right now?” she asked.

  “My mother is rentin’ out a three-bedroom house with a backyard. It’ll be done in a month or so. I’m assuming your baby father be trippin’ because of the environment close to the neighborhood where you live. Show that nigga you gettin’ on your feet. But that’s not it, I don’t want to be your landlord anymore because maybe we can continue to chill. Either way though, you will still eventually have to move. I’m just bein’ honest. You have a job now and shouldn’t be there.”

  “I thought it was because you had other things going on which I know you do. I’ll only appreciate this if it’s sincere,” she replied.

  “Yo, read your lease. All I’m doin’ is tellin’ you sooner so you can be prepared.”

  “Next, you’ll be tellin’ me to find another job,” she said.

  “I’on know about all that, shorty. You helped me a lot.”

  I pulled Essa closer to me and she kissed my chin. We watched TV for a few hours before she went to sleep. My phone was going off all night and they were all missed calls from Sinna.

  One week later…

  Girl, I wanna see you twerk

  I’ll throw money if you twerk

  I don’t really think you could, twerk…

  I was inside the strip club in Baltimore City called Norma Jeans. It was me, Mayor and my homeboy who I’d known for a few years named Leray. He was the guy who put me on with real estate and ways to flip money. Leray was also someone who copped from me and that’s how I met him. Us three were chilling and drinking. Mayor, of course, was throwing one-hundred bills on stage with champagne spilling out of his bottle.

  “Everything straight with fam? He’s wildin’,” Leray chuckled.

  “Man, I’on know what’s up with that nigga but he’s been trippin’ lately.”

  Leray was older; he was thirty-five years old. He didn’t hang out much because he had a wife and kids. He had a good life as a real estate agent despite him dabbling into illegal activity, but everyone had skeletons. While we were talking and discussing a few new investments, Mayor ignored the conversation because it wasn’t about the street shit he was used to. I was always on the grind, so it was hard for me to not bring up work and my homeboy Leray was the same way. Out the corner of my eye, I spotted Rochelle and Alexi. Rochelle was dressed like a two-dollar hooker in a leather two-piece skirt outfit and stacked heels. The skirt barely covered her ass and her titties were spilling out her bra. When she saw me she tried to fix herself. I guess my presence caught her off guard, but I wasn’t mad at shorty. I was happy for her. Rochelle frequented strip clubs more than the average man. Shorty was addicted to the life
whether she was on stage or watching other strippers. I should’ve known I was going to run into her at Norma’s because a few of her friends worked there.

  “Fam, this shit is lame,” Leray said.

  “Who you tellin’? I’ll be happy when this nigga outgrows strip clubs,” I replied, talking about Mayor.

  Essa texted my phone and asked me what I was doing. Me and shorty had been kicking it heavily lately. Almost every night before she went home from work, we grabbed a bite to eat or even went out to the movies. It seemed mad corny though, but I wasn’t tripping. I replied back and told her I was at the strip club. She told me she was at the Horseshoe casino which was only like ten minutes away from where I was at.

  “I’m ready to dip,” Leray said and stood up.