by Chunichi
Mouse took a deep swallow before speaking. “Just hold this ten grand and I got you on the rest. I’m working on something as we speak.”
“Time is ticking, nigga, time is ticking.” Jigga grabbed the Burger King bag that Mouse had filled with money. “Don’t let the clock catch you,” he said as he stepped away from the car.
Mouse watched as Jigga walked to his car. After he pulled off, Mouse put his head on the steering wheel. He needed a plan. He needed to come up with some way to pay these people, and he needed to do it fast. He looked at his cell phone and noticed that Nina had called again. He’d deal with her when he arrived home, which wouldn’t be anytime soon. Hell, he was already in deep shit; he might as well make the most of his time out. He pulled out his phone and dialed his boy Maurice.
“Yo!” Maurice answered.
Mouse could hear the music in the background and spoke loudly in attempt to overcome the blaring sound. “I’m about to come check you, nigga.”
“Cool. I got a few bitches over here. Come join the party.”
Maurice’s life was a party. As the little brother of a NFL star, bitches, drugs, cars, and money was all that dude knew.
Mouse pulled up to Maurice’s house and struggled to find a parking spot amongst the many cars on the street. He was met by Maurice at the door.
“Big Mouse!”
They gave each other five.
A little on edge about his troubles, Mouse wasn’t really feeling the whole party scene. He figured the best thing to do was to get a drink to take the edge off and relax a little. His plan was to stay just long enough to figure out what he was going to say to Nina when he finally arrived home. He made his way to the kitchen.
As he made his drink, Mariah walked up on him wearing a deep V-neck shirt that barely covered her double D breasts. “Hey, Mouse,” she said, approaching him with what seemed like breasts only.
Although every manly part of Mouse wanted to just pop one of her voluptuous breasts out and suckle it like a baby, the sensible part of him made him raise his head and look her in the face. “What up, Mariah?” He took a swig of his Hennessy straight.
Mariah stood behind Mouse and began to massage his shoulders, pressing her breasts against his back. “Why you look so stressed?”
“Yo, Mariah!” Maurice’s call interrupted the moment.
The beast in Mouse wanted her to continue, but he knew better and was a little relieved that it ended.
“Yes, baby?” Mariah said in her most innocent tone.
Baby? Mouse was taken by her response. What the hell was that about? Mariah calling Maurice baby like he’s her man and shit. Mouse watched as Maurice whispered something in Mariah’s ear then Mariah exited the room.
Mouse asked Maurice, “Dat’s you?”
“You know me. She something for the minute. Pussy come, pussy go.” Maurice made himself a drink.
“A’ight, man. Do your thing. Just watch that broad, dude.” Mouse tried to give his friend a small warning the best way he knew how without straight out telling him Mariah was just all over him.
“So what’s up, man? You sounded a little stressed earlier.”
“I wanted to talk to you about some things, but now isn’t the time. We’re gonna have to talk on some one-on-one shit. It’s too busy tonight.”
“A’ight. So tomorrow it is then.” Maurice then went back to join the party.
Mouse stayed in the kitchen a moment as he finished up his drink then decided to cut.
Maurice saw him walking to the door and said, “Damn, man! What the fuck? You were just doing a quick drop-in?”
“I got shit to deal with at home.”
Maurice shook his head like he understood.
“Later.”
Mouse heard a woman’s voice and felt a smack on his ass once he got closer to door. He looked back to find a Mariah smiling seductively. Without saying a word, he just shook his head and kept it moving. That bitch is something else, he thought as he hopped in his car and peeled off.
“Life of the Party”
Still at the party Mariah was on the prowl. Sure, she had just taken on Maurice as her current boy toy, but his brother Tyree was who she really wanted. The way she saw it, why settle for the milk when you could own the cow? And that hunk of lean meat was exactly what she was out to get. Tyree was the one with all the money; plus, his body was irresistible. Mariah had never seen a man’s body as flawless as his.
So when she saw a drunken Tyree head up the stairs alone, she took that as the perfect opportunity and followed right behind him. She watched him walk into a bedroom, and a few moments later helped herself in. When she walked in, Tyree lay motionless across the bed. He was so drunk, he didn’t even notice Mariah standing over him.
“Tyree,” she called out softly.
He responded with a groan.
“Let me help you out of these clothes and get you into your pajamas, baby.” She gently rolled Tyree on his back then straddled him.
He lay there without even opening his eyes as Mariah pulled his shirt over his head. Once she’d gotten the shirt off, she moved toward his pants. Within moments his pants were off, and Mariah went right to work, stroking his penis to give it the rise she needed to give him the blowjob of a lifetime.
She grabbed his dick and started to lick the tip of the head gently, just enough to get it nice and moist. Then she slowly moved her way down the shaft, licking it up and down a couple of times then continuing to his balls.
“Aaahhh shhittt,” Tyree moaned as a tingling sensation filled his body as Mariah engulfed his balls in her warm mouth one at a time.
By this time Tyree’s dick was so hard, it felt as though it was gonna explode. Just when he began to feel like he couldn’t take any more, Mariah gripped his dick and began deep-throating it.
A sobering Tyree spread his legs, grabbed a handful of Mariah’s hair, and pushed her face deep in his lap as he absorbed each second of this goodness. One thing for sure, even though he was drunk as a skunk, there was no denying that he was receiving a hell of a blowjob.
“You like that?” Mariah whispered between sucks.
“Suck that shit, bitch.” Tyree grabbed Mariah’s hair even tighter, forcing her head down farther onto his rock-hard dick. As he began to reach his peak, he shouted, “Ah shit! Suck that shit, girl!”
Thank God I have my fusion in and not one of my wigs. He would have straight pulled my wig off, Mariah thought as Tyree pulled her weave tight.
Before she knew it, he was sitting up and forcing her head between his legs as he filled her mouth with warm come. She gagged slightly as the last few squirts rushed out the tip of his dick head and hit the back of her throat. Like a champ Mariah swallowed and licked his dick clean like she was eating her favorite ice cream. She felt good. She’d brought a drunk man sober just by oral sex alone.
Now a bit sobered up, Tyree didn’t say a word as he looked at her.
Mariah looked up to see a strange look on his face. He looked like he was about to be sick. She didn’t know if he was gonna pass out from being drunk, or if the realization that his little brother’s girlfriend had just sucked the hell out of his dick was too much to bear.
Blaaauuuggghhh!
Out of nowhere vomit was pouring from his mouth and onto her.
“What the fuck!” Mariah jumped up and looked around, hoping there was a bathroom connected to the bedroom.
There was, and she couldn’t get in there fast enough. She turned the water on in the shower and hopped right in, fully clothed. The smell and sight of the vomit made her gag. She peeled her clothes off while in the shower and washed up quickly.
Luckily there were fresh towels and a terry cloth robe in the bathroom. Mariah threw on the robe and wrapped her wet clothes in a bath towel. She had to find a way to get out of there without anyone noticing. Tyree was her only hope.
“Tyree,” she shoved him in the arm.
“Yo,” he forced out.
“You got t
o get me out of here without anyone noticing. Get up, please.”
“This way.” Tyree struggled to get up.
Mariah assisted him to his feet, and he led her to another room at the end of the hall that had a back staircase that led directly to the garage. From there she snuck out the side door of the garage and hopped in her car unnoticed.
“Chickfight”
Rochelle was lying in the bed when her phone rang. She’d just had her pussy eaten something fierce and was relaxing in the afterglow.
“Don’t answer it,” Peaches told her.
Rochelle picked up her cell phone to see Li’l Man’s name flashed across the screen. She figured she could pass on that call since she’d just talked to him earlier in the day. No sooner did she press the ignore button than the phone began to ring again.
“Don’t answer it,” Peaches repeated.
Assuming it was Li’l Man calling back, Rochelle didn’t even look at the phone. She looked at Peaches and smiled. “If I don’t, are you gonna make me feel like you did earlier?”
“I’ll do you after you do me.”
Rochelle almost rolled her eyes but thought better of it. She wasn’t in the mood to service anyone. She wanted to be serviced and thought Peaches understood that when she called earlier begging to come over.
“I’m about to go to bed,” Rochelle told Peaches earlier when she’d called asking, can they get together.
“Well, how about I come get in the bed with you?”
Rochelle almost turned her down, but she didn’t feel like being by herself anyway and figured a little company wouldn’t hurt. “You can come over, but know before you get here, I’m tired.”
“So does that mean we can’t get down?”
“You can do whatever you want, but me, well, I’m tired, like I said.”
Rochelle was about to let her know that wasn’t happening, but the phone rang again. This time Rochelle grabbed her cell off the dresser and answered, “Hey, baby,” assuming it was Li’l Man.
“Hey, beautiful,” the female voice said, surprising Rochelle.
Rochelle began to panic. She wished she could just cross her arms, blink her eyes, and nod her head like Jeannie and make Peaches go away. Mercedes was the closest thing to love she had felt since her ex-boyfriend had left her, and there was no way she was gonna lose her. Mercedes gave her the attention, affection, constant support, and even financial support she’d always wanted in a relationship.
Minutes passed as Rochelle sat and chatted with Mercedes. They hadn’t talked in days, and Rochelle was excited to finally hear her voice. There was no way she was gonna rush Mercedes off the phone and arouse a sense of suspicion and possibly start another argument.
Peaches cleared her throat. “Ahem!”
Rochelle shot her an evil eye. If looks could kill, she would have certainly been charged with first-degree murder.
“Who’s that?” Mercedes asked right away, hearing Peaches in the background.
“Nobody,” Rochelle told her.
Peaches wasn’t stupid. She knew when Rochelle said, “Nobody,” that meant whoever she was on the phone with had asked who was there. So she sat straight up and yelled, “It’s Peaches!”
Mercedes’ loud voice blared through the phone like she was on speaker. “Did she say Peaches? That skank bitch from the club?”
“Yeah, that’s me—that skank bitch from the club, eating your bitch’s pussy.” Peaches yelled from the background in response to Mercedes’ statement.
Rochelle hung up the phone. She regretted it immediately because, knowing Mercedes, she was going to either call back or, even worse, come over.
She instantly dug into Peaches’ ass. “What the fuck was that?”
“What the fuck you mean? I come over here and sent you to the moon then you hop on the phone with some bitch and ignore the fuck out of me for ten minutes and think it’s all good? You got me fucked up.”
“You know what? I think it’s time for you to leave.” Rochelle began to gather Peaches’ things.
Not only did Rochelle want her out because she had crossed the line, but she was sure Mercedes was on her way over. That was just her style. Mercedes loved confrontation.
Peaches snatched her things out of Rochelle’s hands and headed out the bedroom. As Peaches walked toward the door, she turned and faced Rochelle. “I’m out! And, please, don’t call my ass no more.”
“You called me!” Rochelle reminded her as she opened the door.
Standing there with her hand raised as though she was about to knock was Nina. “Hey, girl. Who’s that? We need to talk,” Nina said all at once as she made her way through the door.
“What the fuck? Is my house Grand Central Station? Fuckin’ revolving doors, one in one out?”
“So, is this another one of your bitches?” Peaches asked.
Nina wasn’t in the mood. “You know what, bitch? This is not the time. The way I feel, I may just end up whipping your ass in here today.”
Rochelle knew Nina was serious and pulled her in, pushed Peaches out, and slammed the door.
“Eeewww! What a funky attitude! What’s your problem?” Nina asked as she made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine.
Rochelle rushed to get Nina to talk before Mercedes arrived. “No time to talk about me. What’s so important that you felt the need to pop up?”
“It’s Mouse. I think he’s cheating again.”
“What’s new? Kick him out and get on with your life. He had his one chance already.” Rochelle had never liked Mouse and always felt like he couldn’t be trusted.
“Rochelle! Could you be a little more compassionate, please? That is my husband you’re talking about.”
“You’re right. Maybe you should have chosen to speak to Mariah about this. You know I’m a woman scorned. Maybe you should go home to him and talk it out.” Rochelle was trying hard to end the conversation and get Nina out the house.
“Now I feel like you’re just saying what you think I want to hear. And, no, I will not talk to Mariah. She has way too many issues. Anyway, Mouse is spending more and more time away from home, and I found some chick’s business card in his pocket. I called her from the house phone and she answered, ‘Hey, hon.’ She knew our fuckin’ house number, Rochelle!”
Rochelle couldn’t believe Nina was tearing up. She always acted like she was the baddest bitch. Now any thoughts she had about kicking her out were out the window. She had to comfort her friend.
She hugged her as she spoke, “Nina, please don’t cry. Men will be men. You for one should know that. It’s just a matter of what we as women will accept and will not. So you decide, is this something you can deal with?”
Mercedes walked through the front door and toward the kitchen expecting to see Peaches. “You should learn to lock your doors if you’re gonna be doing shit you don’t want people to know about.” As she walked into the kitchen, she noticed Nina and Rochelle hugging. “Nina? What the fuck is really going on?”
“No! It’s not what you think?” Rochelle immediately took her arms from around Nina and tried to explain.
“Oh, so this is your Peaches? I knew that bitch wanted you all the time. Y’all all hugged up and shit.” Mercedes was convinced it was Nina at the house the entire time, that there was no Peaches.
“You are so fuckin’ ignorant,” Nina said, no longer able to hold her tongue. “This is my fuckin’ friend and nothing more. But you would know nothing about being a friend.” She thought back to Mercedes’ stabbing her in the back.
“I don’t know about being a good friend, but you obviously don’t know about being a good wife because, if you did, your husband would have never come at me.”
Nina rushed Mercedes and threw a hard blow.
Rochelle intercepted it. “Nina, no!”
Brought to her senses by her friend’s yell, Nina stepped back. “He didn’t come at you, you trifling bitch! You threw yourself at him, like you do every man and woman, as
a matter of fact. You’re nothing. You have nothing you can offer anyone other than sex. You’re not even worth my conversation.” Nina directed her attention toward Rochelle. “I’m out, girl. I’ll call you later.”
“Don’t bother!” Mercedes spat. “She doesn’t need a hating bitch like you around her. I’m all the friend she needs.”
“You know what? I think it’s time I spoke my mind. One, the only reason Rochelle is with you is because she yearns the comfort of companionship so bad that she will accept anything. She stayed in an abusive relationship for five years, and the only reason it ended is because the guy moved out of state and she lost complete contact with him. You just happen to walk in at her most vulnerable time. So what did she do? Transfer those feelings she had for her ex to you.
“Two, I have everything you, along with several other women, could only dream of having, so I doubt the day would ever come when I will have to hate on anyone.” Feeling liberated, Nina swallowed the last sip of her wine from the glass and politely let herself out the front door.
“You call that bitch your friend? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want no friend that would call me out and put me on blast like that, especially in front of other people. I mean, basically, she was calling you weak and needy.”
“Mercedes, just leave it alone,” Rochelle said, overwhelmed by the entire situation. “This is just too much. I have a headache.”
“The bitch thinks she better than you, Rochelle. Can’t you see it? She said it herself—She has everything, everyone wants what she has, so she has no reason to hate.”
Rochelle yelled, “Augh! Mercedes, please!” and walked out of the kitchen, her hands over her hips.
“Money Madness”
Mouse was surprised yet relieved when he arrived to an empty garage. He was expecting to meet a fiery Nina at the door. He used this to his advantage. He figured if he moved fast enough he could rush and get dressed for the club and get out the house before she arrived. He had a long day, and really wasn’t in the mood for an argument with her.