Still A Dog

by Mark Anthony

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m outside the mall at the main entrance.”

  “Okay, listen, I’m gonna get you in, don’t worry. This line is really crazy so I’m gonna pass the phone to one of the security guards and have him come get you. Just don’t hang up. Give me a minute, though. A’ight?”

  “Okay, no problem.”

  I quickly got up and got the attention of one of the plainclothes security guards that had escorted us into the bookstore. I explained to him the situation and told him that I really needed him to do me the favor of going to the main entrance and getting Mashonda. He was cool about it and gave me no problem. He took hold of the phone and began talking to her to find out exactly where she was and what she was wearing.

  Fifteen minutes later the security guard came back to the store, along with Mashonda and one of her friends.

  I know that I looked like a superstar because there was a horde of photographers and video cameramen who were all positioned behind a roped-off section of the bookstore and as we signed books the photographers continually snapped pictures so there were nonstop camera flashes. The crowd mixed with the chicks who were screaming, crying, and taking off their panties for Fifth Ward while they got their books signed.

  Mashonda smiled and she waved a little nervous smile to me as I motioned for her to skip the line and to come to where I was at. She walked toward me with her friend. I stood up and walked around to the other side of the table and she gave me a quick hug.

  “Heyyy, so I guess you really are a writer,” she joked.

  Mashonda had on a chinchilla jacket that came to her waist. She had on a skintight pair of black Citizen jeans and some high-heel boots that came up to her knees. Her ass, thighs, and hips were off the hook. Being that she had been behind the counter at the bank, I had never gotten a chance to see her full body so I was seeing it for the first time, and I was loving what I was seeing.

  “Lance, this is Connie. She works with me at the bank; she reads everything just like me.”

  “Nice to meet you,” I said as I extended my hand to Connie’s and shook it.

  “Well, here, let me get y’all a copy of the books. Do y’all want them signed?”

  Mashonda and Connie both nodded their heads and followed me back to the table where I signed my book for them and then passed it to Fifth, Angie Santiago, and Lameek for them to sign as well.

  “Fifth, this is Mashonda and Connie,” I said as I introduced the two gorgeous women to Fifth.

  “Nice to meet y’all,” Fifth replied as he signed their books.

  Connie was beaming from ear to ear and she whispered something into Mashonda’s ear.

  “Lance, do you mind if we get a picture with you?” Mashonda asked.

  I posed for the picture with the two of them and then I asked Fifth if he would get in the picture as well. They handed the security guard their camera phones and asked him if he would take the pictures for them. After we had taken the pictures, my publicist was looking at me with this look to kill; she wanted me to focus and get back to business.

  “Listen, Mashonda,” I said, discreetly talking low and directly into her ear, “when we leave here we’re heading over to Ms. Tootsie’s to eat and then we’re gonna go to Pinnacle’s for the release party. I know I don’t really know you from Adam, but I want you to hang out with me tonight. I gotchu on everything; drinks, food, whatever you want, I gotchu.”

  Without hesitation, Mashonda nodded her head and said, “Yeah, no doubt. That’s what’s up.” Then she spoke to Connie and relayed to her what I had said and the two of them both agreed to roll with us after we left the bookstore.

  Mashonda and Connie roamed throughout the mall and window-shopped until the book-signing event was over. At eight-thirty I called her on her cell phone and told them to meet us in the rear entrance of the mall that lead into the parking lot. They linked up with us and we all piled into a white, stretch Hummer that the publishing company had booked for us and we made our way over to Ms. Tootsie’s.

  Ms. Tootsie’s was rammed beyond capacity but they knew that we were coming through so they had tables reserved for us. We ate like kings and queens as every eye in the place was on us. Throughout the whole time I had to give it to Mashonda and Connie, because they both knew how to act and weren’t acting all brand-knew and starstruck like they had never been anywhere before. At the same time, they talked, made jokes, and came across like they were real comfortable.

  “Y’all drink?” I asked Mashonda and Connie over the loud music in the club.

  “Like a fucking fish!” Connie laughed and said.

  “No, you drink like a fish; I ain’t no alcoholic like that,” Mashonda corrected her friend.

  Just by the way Mashonda was dressed I could tell that she was used to hanging with ballers. I highly doubted that she got that five thousand-dollar outfit from her ten dollar an hour bank salary, so my guess was she was used to niggas tricking on her. She definitely had the look to accommodate it.

  As usual, the food at Ms. Tootsie’s was off the chain, but we couldn’t stay there as long as we wanted to because we had to make it over to Pinnacle’s for the party. By the time we got to the club, it was past eleven-thirty and the spot was rammed. All of the attention was on our entourage as the bouncers held the ropes open so that we could enter. The attention stayed on us as we made our way to the VIP section.

  We walked over to the leather couches and Mashonda sat down very ladylike. But Connie, on the other hand, wasted no time in standing on the headrest of the couch and started dancing to the music.

  “I guess you can see that she’s the wild one out of the bunch!” Mashonda shouted into my ear.

  “Nah, it’s cool, I like her style,” I replied as I attempted, and got ahold of one of the waitresses and ordered a bottle of Patrón and apple martinis for Connie and Mashonda. Almost on cue, as soon as I sat down next to Mashonda, I felt my cell phone vibrating. I looked at it and it was Nicole calling me. I would’ve picked up but there was just way too much noise in the club so I let it go to voice mail. And besides the noise, I didn’t answer my phone because I just didn’t want to speak to Nicole. See, I knew what I was plotting on doing and whenever I was doing wrong I would try and completely block out thoughts of my wife so that I wouldn’t feel guilty.

  “Yo, so can I be straight up with you and tell you that I was stalking you at the bank today?” I said into Mashonda’s ear.

  “Stop lying,” she said and laughed.

  “I swear to God I was! But I know you probably get customers all day long trying to talk to you. Especially with that tight-ass toddler shirt you had on,” I joked.

  “Yeah, it gets so annoying and draining at times.”

  “Why is that? Oh, let me guess, ’cause you got a man and you all loyal and in love with him, right?”

  Mashonda just smiled. But she didn’t respond to my statement about her having a man. I continued with the small talk with her for about another fifteen minutes, and that was all the time that it took for the Patrón to start flowing through my system and for me to really step my game up.

  The DJ was playing a bunch of old school hits so the vibe was crazy.

  “So, listen, when I leave I’m heading to the Four Seasons. I got a room there and then I’m bouncing in the morning, going back to New York, but I don’t wanna leave you. I still wanna chill witchu some more tonight.”

  Mashonda sipped on her drink and she looked at me and nodded her head. She then sat her drink down, stood up, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up so that I could dance with her.

  “You know I don’t know you like that to be going back to your room with you,” she said into my ear as I did a two-step to the music while she danced much harder than I was dancing.

  Just the breath from her mouth grazing my earlobe had my dick standing at attention.

  “I know it’s not just me, but don’t you feel like we knew each other for a minute? Like it’s a connection or someth
ing, right or wrong?” I smiled and said, “The chemistry is crazy, just admit that shit.”

  Mashonda smiled and then screamed into my ear while slurring her words, “Yeah, I gotta admit that it iszzzkinda crazy.”

  I could tell the two drinks that Mashonda had were getting to her, besides the fact that she was talking extremely too loud and slurring her words. She just had this seductive look in her eyes and it was a completely different look than I had seen when I saw her at the bank earlier.

  She placed her hand behind my neck and pulled me closer to her. “You smell real good.”

  I didn’t say anything, but I was hoping like hell that her friend Connie wasn’t the cock-blocking type, because Mashonda was turning me on like a motherfucka, and I was gonna do whatever I had to do to get her to come back to my room with me.

  “It does feel like I’ve met you before, or something. You’re right about that,” Mashonda said, laughing. Two seconds after the DJ switched up the music and threw on a reggae song I pulled her body up against my body, and she started grinding on me. My dick was hard as hell and I know she felt that shit.

  “So you good, right?”

  “Nah, I’m scared of your ass,” she replied.

  “Why?”

  She looked at me and nodded her head, and she continued to grind on me. She started to massage my dick through my pants.

  “That’s why,” she replied.

  “You play dirty, but I like that.”

  She didn’t respond; she just turned her back to me and dipped her body low and then came back up and started backing her ass up on my dick. She was fucking driving me crazy.

  Right at that moment my BlackBerry began buzzing again. I looked at it and it was Nicole texting me, telling me not to forget to call her when I left.

  “You drove with Connie or y’all drove separate ?”

  “I drove, we came together,” Mashonda said as she turned back around and faced me and continued grinding on me.

  I scanned the crowded VIP area until I got Lameek’s attention and motioned for him to come over to where I was at.

  “What’s the deal, my nigga?”

  “Yo, I’m trying to bounce with shorty and take her back to the spot, but her homegirl Connie that was at the restaurant with us, I’m not trying to leave with her. So I need you to take this sixty dollars and make sure she gets home. But just chill with her for me and make sure she has a good time, you feel me?”

  “No doubt, I gotchu my dude,” Lameek said and gave me a pound.

  I took Mashonda by the hand and quickly made my rounds through the VIP area and told Fifth, Hayes, and my agent that I was bouncing but that I would get up with them. They all saw me holding Mashonda’s hand so they all knew what was up without me having to explain anything.

  Mashonda wanted another drink on our way out. We stopped at the bar at the front of the club, and she ordered vodka and cranberry juice and I ordered a Hennessy on the rocks.

  “You shouldn’t be mixing drinks like that, that’s how you throw up,” I warned.

  “I’m grown, don’t worry,” Mashonda said as she winked at me.

  After we finished our drinks, we made it out to the car. I gave the driver forty dollars and told him that I was bouncing early but everybody else was staying until later. So without hesitation he opened the door for us and took us to my hotel room.

  As soon as we walked into my room, I was thinking about turning on the TV and doing the whole small-talk thing, but I could sense that shit was just different. The vibe and the chemistry was bananas so I knew that I was gonna go right for the kill.

  “Let me take your coat,” I said to her as I helped her take it off and hung it up.

  After I hung up it up, I walked back over to her and she was about to say something but I didn’t let her talk. Without even asking I just started tongue-kissing her. She seemed as if she didn’t have a shy bone in her body, and she kissed me just as passionately as I kissed her.

  I started unbuttoning her top as I kissed her, and before long her full thirty-six-D titties were exposed and I was sucking on them. I took off my shirt and she started feeling on my chest. She told me to sit on the bed and just lay back. I did as she instructed me, and she took off my sneakers and then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off.

  “That’s sexy as hell.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “You ain’t wearing no underwear. I love that!”

  After she said that, she took my dick and started sucking on it like a pro. She was driving me insane. Then she took my balls and started gently sucking on them while she stroked my dick with her hand. I could tell that she definitely had a whole lot of experience sucking dick and I can’t say that I was mad at that because it was feeling good as hell.

  “You got a condom?” she asked.

  I nodded my head and told her where it was. She got up and went across the room and got the condom and then she took off her boots and squirmed her thick-ass body out of the tight jeans she had on. The only light that was coming into the room was the streetlights and the moonlight that was shining in through the window. But there was enough light for me to see that Mashonda had a body like a stripper.

  She put the condom on my dick as I laid with my back on the bed. Then she stood over me and I know she did that just so I could see her entire body and her shaved pussy. As I held my dick, she slowly slid her pussy on top of it and worked her ass and thighs real slow until she had all of my dick inside of her.

  She kept letting out these gasps of ecstasy each time she went up and down on my dick. Before long her pussy was soaking wet, so I grabbed her ass with both of my hands and I started to fuck the shit outta her. I could tell that she was really enjoying it just because of the yelling that she was doing.

  “Yeah, grab my ass just like that!”

  “You like that shit?”

  “Yes! I love it!”

  “You like getting fucked hard?”

  “Emmmhh-hhmmmm! You are driving me crazy! Your dick feels so good. Urrrgggh!”

  I stood up and I picked her up in the process, putting her on her back and pushing her legs all the way back and started fucking her as hard as I could.

  “Oh, my God. Lance, you feel so fucking good! You gonna make me cum!”

  I fucked her in that position for about five minutes and she came twice, real hard, and in the process she was ripping into my back with her nails but I didn’t give a shit. All I was focused on was gettin’ mines off.

  I turned her around and started fucking her doggystyle, and just seeing all of her ass jiggling everywhere was incredible, and in no time I was ready to cum. I pulled my dick out of her and slid the condom off and I came all over her ass and her back.

  “Wow! Wow! Wow!” I shouted as I plopped myself onto the bed next to her.

  Mashonda giggled and she didn’t say anything else. She just smiled at me and continued laying with her stomach on the bed.

  “I see you’re trying to make a nigga fall in love.”

  She smiled again but she didn’t say anything. Then she got up and ran both of her hands down her face and walked into the bathroom. I could hear her running the water in the shower, so I got up and walked toward the bathroom.

  “You bouncing?” I asked.

  “No, I can chill. I’m just gonna take a quick shower.”

  “Okay. You gotta work tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, but I don’t have to be there until eight-thirty. So I can chill with you until like six.”

  It sounded like a plan to me because I definitely wanted to smash that one more time before the night was over.

  I wanted to jump in the shower with her but I decided to just chill. I walked over to my phone and I saw that it was after one in the morning and I also noticed that I had three missed calls from Nicole. It wasn’t until that moment that I felt like shit. I tried to figure out what I should do. I mean, I didn’t want to call Nicole right at that moment because I didn’t want to disrespect Mashonda like
that. Plus Mashonda didn’t even know I was married so I also needed some time to try and figure out how I was gonna break that news to her—that’s if I was going to break that news to her at all.

  “Lance, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked myself.

  The answer was I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. But as I turned my phone off and put it on the desk that was in my room, I did know that I had just done again what I had vowed over and over and over again not to repeat.

  I was weak and I had slipped up once again, but there was no sense in beating myself up at that point. What was done was done. I had a sexy-ass, butt-naked, dime piece in the bathroom taking a shower and I knew that that was all I needed to focus on at the time.

  It was all about Mashonda as far as I was concerned.

  Chapter Four

  Being that Philadelphia was only a two-hour drive from New York, the publishing company had provided all of the The Unit authors with a car service that chauffeured us individually back to New York in Lincoln town cars.

  By the time I woke up, took a shower, got dressed, and ate breakfast with Mashonda it was after nine-thirty and I knew that I had to bounce ASAP. She had already called her job and told them that she would be late. As for me, I knew I needed to call Nicole and I was feeling guilty as shit, but I did my best to push those thoughts to the back of my head and not think about the guilt.

  “So am I gonna see you again?” Mashonda asked. “Of course you will,” I responded, but I wasn’t 100 percent sure I meant what I was saying. Granted, Mashonda looked every bit as good on the morning after as she had the night before so that was a definite plus that she had in her favor. But I had hit it already so I wasn’t sure if I even really wanted to be bothered with her anymore.

  “Come here,” I said as I reached out my hand and guided her closer to me. We had pulled the drapes fully closed so that the blinding sunlight wouldn’t light up the room, so there was still this cozy feel as the television played in the background.

  Mashonda pressed her body up against mines and we kissed each other for about a minute or so.