Still A Dog

by Mark Anthony

  Mashonda, Felicia, and Joy were all dressed in real expensive high-end designer shit. Mashonda was wearing Diane von Furstenberg, Felicia was wearing Tory Burch, and Joy was wearing Zac Posen.

  “So do I call you Mrs. Williams or Joy?” I asked as I looked at her left hand and noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring.

  “I would be offended if you didn’t call me Joy,” she replied.

  At that moment, Layla walked up to me wearing some tight jeans and high heels and this see-through chiffon turtleneck sweater. It was clearly obvious that she had no bra underneath because you could see her titties right through the top, areola and all. Layla kissed me on the cheek and she said hello to Steve but she stood right by my side. I played things cool and introduced her to everybody. It was a real awkward feeling because I could sense that some ghetto-ness was getting ready to come from Mashonda and her cousin Felicia.

  Thankfully, Steve stepped up and said that he was buying drinks and asked everybody what they were drinking. That gave me time to walk off with Layla.

  “You are murdering that top.”

  “Who were them chicks? One of them wasn’t your wife, was it?”

  “Nah, my wife isn’t here, they just some people that I know, they cool, though.”

  “Oh, ’cause I’m just saying, one of them was looking at me with this stank look, and—”

  “Layla, just chill. They cool. We gonna all chill tonight and have a good time, a’ight?”

  “Yeah, I’m good but I will check a bitch up in here, that’s all I’m saying.”

  I blew some air from my lungs and walked off by myself and headed back to the bathroom to snort some more coke. I told Layla to chill with Steve until I got back.

  I made it to the bathroom and I stayed there for about five minutes snorting my ass off until I had completely finished one of the hundred-dollar bags of coke that I had.

  When I exited the bathroom, the bouncer asked me if I was a’ight. I knew that he knew what I was doing and so I wondered if I was giving off a stoned-high look or something.

  “Yeah, I’m cool,” I said. And just as I finished saying that I quickly glanced to my right as someone walked by me.

  “Toni?” I said, unsure if that was her.

  The young lady stopped in her tracks and turned around, and it was indeed Toni.

  I don’t know what it was about Toni, but literally every time I saw her she would cause me to feel these uncontrollable feelings that reminded me of a teenage crush or something. It was like a mixture of excitement, lust, and love all wrapped up in one.

  Toni was wearing a nice Gucci dress that showed off her body in a very tasteful way. I wanted to give her a hug but for some reason I felt awkward and I didn’t want to come across like she had this power over me.

  “Hey!” she said.

  “I didn’t know you were here.”

  “Well, I knew you were in here,” she replied kind of snappy.

  “What the hell does that mean?” I asked.

  “It doesn’t mean anything, but Lance, you really should just get a drink in your hand and go and chill. You’all running around, talking to every woman in here, like you some undersexed teenager or something. That is so tired and tacky. You look very thirsty!”

  “Why are you coming for my neck? And what the hell are you so concerned with what I’m doing ?” Toni knew just the right buttons to push to chump me and make me feel like an asshole. Despite being high as a kite, her words still managed to cut me.

  Toni shook her head as if she was disgusted but she didn’t say anything.

  “And you know that shit was fucked up that you couldn’t even call me to check on a nigga these past few days and I know you saw on the news what I was going through.”

  “Lance, I did call you. Three times, as a matter of fact, but your voice mail was full, so what was I supposed to do?”

  “Then you shoulda texted me.”

  “Oh, please.”

  “So I know you here with your record-mogul husband,” I said.

  “Yes, I am here with Keith. And your point in saying that was? I mean, why wouldn’t I be here with him?”

  “Where you should be is home with my daughter! You saying I’m running around looking tired, well, it’s just as tired for you to be a thirty-one-year-old woman out partying on a Tuesday night when your daughter got school the next morning. Toni, you ain’t twenty-five years old anymore, take your ass home to your daughter!”

  “Lance, you know what? I know you’re high right now, so I won’t even respond to that nonsense. And seriously, if you’re gonna do coke, at least wipe the cocaine from your nose! Jesus Christ!” she said and shook her head.

  I felt stupid as I quickly ran my hand across my face to wipe the cocaine residue from my nose.

  “Thank you!” she added.

  I laughed and replied, “Damn, you really must not be getting fucked right ’cause your ass is so uptight.”

  “Lance, first of all, let me tell you something. I ain’t one of these little hood-rat chicks that you up in here hollering at, okay? So if you gonna talk to me you talk to me with some respect or don’t say shit to me at all! And for the record, Keith is the only one that is fucking me and knows how to fuck me. Okay? Unlike you and your pencil dick, when Keith fucks me I actually have an orgasm so let’s be clear! And since you on this disrespectful shit, now is as good a time as any to let you know that I’m filing the papers to change Sahara’s last name to Keith’s last name. You may be Sahara’s father but Keith is her daddy!”

  I clenched my teeth because I almost lost my temper, and it took everything in me not to slap fire out of Toni’s ass at that moment. I knew that I was getting ready to go back to jail for assault because Toni had purposely tried to get under my skin, and she definitely succeeded.

  But thank God, right at that moment Mashonda, who was going to the bathroom, walked up to me.

  “Oh, there you go, baby. You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m cool,” I said as Toni shook her head and walked off, continuing on to the bathroom.

  “That liquor is ready to come out, where is the bathroom?” Mashonda asked.

  I knew that I didn’t want Mashonda in the bathroom at the same time with Toni so I asked her to just chill with me for a minute.

  “No, Lance, you don’t understand, if I don’t get to a bathroom and pee like right now, it’s gonna be a problem.”

  I walked up to the bouncer and I gave him a hundred dollars and I asked him if he could let me have the bathroom to myself for a while.

  “Fifteen minutes, a’ight?” he responded while barely flinching.

  I nodded my head and then I grabbed Mashonda by the hand and told her to come with me to the guy’s bathroom. She followed behind me and without hesitation she went directly into one of the stalls and did her thing.

  When Mashonda was finished peeing she began washing her hands and that’s when I took out the bag of coke that I had and held it in my left hand and plucked it two times with the middle finger of my right hand in order to cause the cocaine to sift to the bottom.

  “You ever do this?” I asked Mashonda.

  She shook her head no and by the look on her face I could tell that she wasn’t all that keen on messing with it.

  “This is the best drug in the world. It’s better than weed because the high is better and you don’t have to worry about your hands and your clothes smelling like weed,” I said as I dipped my car key into the bag and put a small pile of cocaine on it and brought it to my nose and snorted just as I had been doing all night long.

  “And it’s better than liquor because you don’t smell like liquor and you don’t have to worry about no hangovers like you do with alcohol.”

  Mashonda just looked at me as I dipped into the bag again and snorted some more coke. I wondered what was going through her mind and what she was thinking about me at that moment.

  “Does it sting when you snort it?” she asked.

  “Nah, not
to me it doesn’t. I don’t even feel it.”

  With Mashonda’s question I knew that she would be down to experiment with me so without asking her I carefully put some more coke on the tip of the key and I brought it toward Mashonda’s face and instructed her on how to snort it. She did as I told her, and after blinking her eyes a few times she smiled.

  “You gotta give it a minute or so to take effect,” I explained as I raised some more coke to her face and she snorted that too.

  After about three minutes Mashonda told me that she was feeling nice and she asked me if she could get some more.

  “Nah, that’s all you get, baby, just have a drink when we go back out and you’ll be straight.”

  She smiled and told me that she was already straight. Then she walked up to me and kissed me and told me that she had missed me.

  “I missed you too,” I said as I kissed her back.

  After a minute or so of heavy kissing and feeling on each other, me and Mashonda both had our pants down to our ankles and I was fucking her doggystyle as she braced herself by placing both of her hands on the sink.

  I was high as a kite and that was what clouded my judgment and caused me to run up in Mashonda raw. Her pussy felt so much better this time than it had when I had fucked her in the hotel room, and I knew that was because the cocaine running through my body was enhancing everything, and also because sex always felt better without a condom.

  Mashonda tried her hardest to not make noise. I could tell that she wanted to completely let loose. I knew that I had to hurry up because the bouncer was only gonna let us stay in there for so long. But within like five minutes I was cumming and I didn’t even bother to pull out.

  “You came inside of me?” Mashonda asked somewhat nervously.

  “That shit felt too good to pull out!” I explained.

  “You know I should bust you in your head, right?” Mashonda said as she playfully punched me on my shoulder before asking me get her a paper towel. She wiped herself and then pulled her pants back up and the two of us prepared to walk back out into the party.

  “My pussy gonna be leaking all night because of you, but that was fun!” Mashonda devilishly said.

  At that point, as we went back among the people, I felt like an absolute king, like I was on top of the world. I was wilding out and living crazy out of control and I knew that I would have to reign myself in, but there was no way I was gonna slow down for the rest of that night.

  From that twenty minutes or so that I had been away from the bathroom, the party got even more packed than it had been. I couldn’t locate Steve, and I didn’t see Layla, so I figured that they were probably together. Mashonda walked off and told me that she was gonna go try and find her cousin and her mom.

  I made my way over to the VIP area and Slim Kim introduced me to T.L. and asked me to pose with him for a picture, which I had no problem doing.

  “Hey you,” someone said to me and pinched my stomach.

  I turned and saw that it was Meagan from Media Edition. Meagan was drop-dead gorgeous and she was the type of woman who I would definitely want to marry in my next lifetime. I was happy to see her but I was hoping that she didn’t know I was high.

  “How you doing, Ms. Washington?”

  “I’m chillin’. I didn’t know you were gonna be here, you ok?” she shouted in my ear.

  “Yeah, I’m good. It’s good seeing you again.”

  “You too! And listen, I didn’t forget to call you, I just got tied up earlier in the day today.”

  “It’s all good. Don’t worry, I’m here. Just hit me up when you can.”

  Meagan nodded and then grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her so that I could dance with her.

  As soon as we started dancing, I looked to my left and I saw Toni and her husband Keith. Toni looked at me and shook her head. I just ignored her and kept dancing with Meagan.

  “You look nice,” I said in Meagan’s ear while we danced.

  Meagan thanked me for the compliment. I was still high as a kite and so I had to make sure that I maintained in front of Meagan and didn’t come across in a way that would turn her off and cause her to never follow up with me for that interview.

  “Can I just be honest with you about something ?” I asked.

  “Of course.”

  “I have to tell you that I’ve always had the biggest crush on you. You always reminded me of Nia Long whenever I saw you on TV.”

  Meagan smiled and she replied, “Oh, so you really mean that you always had a crush on Nia Long.”

  She had the perfect comeback, and I really didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled and told her that I liked her style.

  “So whether we do the interview or not, would you ever let me take you out to dinner, or breakfast?”

  “Like on a date, you mean?” Meagan asked with a smile. “Lance, aren’t you married?”

  I didn’t respond.

  She shook her head, then said, “Don’t do it to yourself, Lance.”

  “Don’t do it to myself?” I asked.

  “Yeah, that’s what I said.”

  “Why you say that?” I asked Meagan as we stopped dancing and I walked over with her to sit down.

  “I’ll be straight up with you just like I am with everybody else. You wouldn’t be able to afford me and honestly, you can’t handle this. I’m not trying to be conceited or whatever, but I’m just straight up.”

  “Wow. A’ight, a’ight. I respect that. Like I said, I like your style.”

  “You like my style? So what’s your style, tell me where you live?”

  “I live in Great Neck, Long Island.”

  Meagan nodded and smiled.

  “Okay, tell me about your cars,” Meagan asked.

  “I push three two cars and a truck. I got the 2009 Range Rover. I got the 2008 650i convertible BMW and I got the CLS Benz coupe.”

  Meagan looked at me and nodded her head and she said that she was impressed.

  “So, did I pass your test?”

  “You passed the entrance exam to take me out to dinner, but this right here, this is passport pussy. I’m just being straight up,” Meagan said with a look of all seriousness.

  “You was drinking tonight, wasn’t you?”

  Meagan laughed and then she punched me on my arm and told me that she was just joking with me. But in my heart of hearts I knew that she was straight up and with her it was about the dollars, and I had dollars, so I knew that I was gonna get with that.

  “I’m gonna go mingle but I’ll definitely call you so we can do that interview for the show.”

  “Let me get your number,” I said to her as I pulled out my phone. She had tried to give me the number the day before so I knew that it would be no problem in getting it from her.

  “So you working with passport pussy? I like that. I’m gonna put a bunch a stamps in that passport,” I said to her before she walked off.

  Meagan didn’t respond but she did smile as she walked off.

  I had completely lost track of time as the night wore on. I had lost Mashonda and her crew, but it was cool since I had already hit it, I didn’t really want to see her again. I had managed to catch up with Layla and she basically hawked me for the rest of the night, but it was all good because I chilled at the bar downstairs with her and drank shots of Patrón until we were both ready to leave.

  Layla had taken the train to the city so she asked me to drive her back home to Brooklyn, which I agreed to do. So around three-thirty in the morning we left the club together and headed to my BMW, which was parked about three blocks away.

  I knew that Layla was probably in the mood to fuck, but I was so fucked-up from the cocaine and all the liquor that I had consumed that all I wanted to do was jump in the shower real quick and get my ass in a bed and recover. Plus, it was cold and it was just starting to snow, so all of those factors combined just sealed my decision that I wasn’t gonna make pussy a priority.

  We made it to the Brooklyn Bridge and it was
weird because a big part of me didn’t even really remember what streets I had taken to get to the bridge. All I knew was that one minute we were leaving the club and the next minute I was crossing the bridge. And just as I thought, Layla was feeling frisky and she reached over and began unbuckling my pants and started stroking my dick.

  As soon as my dick was hard, she unbuckled her seat belt and placed her head in my lap and started sucking my dick. The music was blasting and the streets were empty so I was breezing through the streets and catching all of the green lights.

  Even though I didn’t feel like fucking, getting a blow job was the perfect nightcap. Whenever I drank it always took me longer to cum, and that night was no exception, and Layla was really working hard to get me to cum. And five minutes into the blow job I could tell that I was gonna buss real soon, but unfortunately the next thing I remember is hearing the sound of screeching tires. I looked up and the last thing I remember was seeing bright lights practically blinding me.

  “Oh, shit!” I screamed.

  Boom!

  That was the sound I heard, followed by shattering glass that hit me in the face. Both the driver’s side and the passenger side air bags released. I remember feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me and a sharp pain was shooting up my leg. My car came to a dead stop and I remember hearing a hissing sound and the sound of a horn that wouldn’t shut off. I had no idea what I had hit but I knew that I had hit something.

  “Layla, you all right?” I asked, although I could barely talk since I couldn’t breathe.

  Layla responded that she was a little banged up but that she thought she was okay.

  I remember thinking to myself that I had to hurry up and exit the car because for some reason I just felt like we were gonna be hit by another car. So immediately I tried to open my door but the door wasn’t budging. Then I looked to my right and I realized that the entire passenger side had been pushed in crazy. And what was wild is that the way it was pushed in I realized that if Layla hadn’t been giving me a blow job that she would have definitely been killed, because it was like that whole side of the car had been pushed in and was collapsed around us.