“Well, I will be praying too.”
“Thank you.” Shanece smiled. “The food is so good, huh? Good choice.”
“I agree. Hey, if you feel like it, we should go dancing next door once we finish.”
“Yes, please.”
We chuckled in unison before finishing our food over lighter conversation and then headed next door to turn up.
This trip was exactly what I needed.
Monday night… back from San Diego…
“Had fun in San Diego?” Bobi stood in the doorway of the bathroom as I applied my moisturizer.
“Yes.”
I watched her eyes cascade down my body, and I regretted coming out of my room in this silk short set.
“Bet you were doing a lot of fucking out there, huh?” She laughed as I hurried past her to get to my bedroom.
“Bobi, I have work to do.” I tried to close my room door, but she wouldn’t allow it.
Barging in and making me stumble back, she slammed the door behind herself and locked it.
“Why you wear things like this?” She began coming toward me, and when I tried to go around her, she shoved me hard as hell onto the bed, to the point where my head bounced.
“Get off of me!” I hollered, hoping someone would hear me, even though my mama was at the store, and we were in the back of a nice sized home.
Bobi and I tussled as she barged her way in between my legs. She was as strong as a man, so even though I hit the gym, I was no match for her. Pinning my wrists above my head with one of her large hands, she slipped her free one between my legs. I didn’t wear underwear with these silk shorts since they were super short, so next thing I knew, I felt Bobi’s fingers penetrate me.
“Mm.” She grumbled as I screamed and wiggled.
Finally, I got one wrist free.
WHAM!
I punched her ass dead in the face as hard as I could, making her promptly stand up to cup her nose.
“Get out, or I’m gonna give you another one!” I threatened, now standing.
“You gon’ regret this, bitch.” Bobi started toward my door but then turned to face me, sucking the finger she’d put inside of me, and then laughing as blood trickled from her nostrils.
As soon as the door closed behind her, I locked it, breathing heavily as hell. I wanted to shower again, but I was afraid her ass would try something, so I just cut the lights off, climbed into bed, and cried myself to sleep.
It seemed as if I’d only been asleep for ten minutes when I felt someone shaking me.
“Get up, Ari!” My mama rocked me roughly while screaming. I looked at the clock on my cable box and saw it was after midnight.
“Ma, what?” I frowned, wondering how she’d gotten into my room.
“You been fucking in my house?” She cut the lamp on, making me shield my eyes.
“Huh? No!” I lied. I’d never had sex in this house, not until the time Tony popped up, but that was a while ago, so I was sure she wasn’t talking about that.
“Bobi already told me she caught you in here with that thug this evening!” My mama yanked the covers off of me. “Get the fuck up!”
“Mama, that’s a lie! She’s the one who came in here and tried to fuck me!” I sat up.
WHAM!
My mother slapped me across the face.
“What did I tell you about them bullshit ass lies! You think everybody and their damn daddy wants to sleep with you! Ain’t no damn body interested. That’s why you couldn’t keep Prince. Rich man with fame and everything didn’t want your ass.”
“Okay, look, I’m going back to bed.”
“Oh no you’re not. You’re about to get the fuck up and pee on this.” She showed me a pregnancy test box.
“For what? I have not been fucking in this house!”
“Well we’re about to see. Go.” She pointed in the direction of the bathroom with the box in her hand.
“Mama—”
“Camarih.”
Angrily, I hopped up, snatching the box from her. I was only doing this shit because I was dead tired and wanted her to leave me the fuck alone so I could get back to sleep.
I closed the bathroom door and removed the test so I could pee on it. As I did, I began to cry. My life was exhausting, and even fun trips like the one I’d taken to San Diego couldn’t relieve me of it.
Placing the cap on the stick, I set it on the sink, washed my hands, and then left the bathroom.
“Done.” I walked past my mama in the hallway.
“You better hope it’s negative, or you’re getting the fuck out tonight.” She eyed me, arms folded.
I paid her no mind as I went to my bedroom and crawled back into my bed. In no time, I’d drifted back off to sleep.
“What?” I frowned, seeing the light come on even, though my eyes were closed.
“Get your shit and get out, Camarih.” My mother’s voice was stern.
Sitting up in my bed, I frowned. “Huh? Why? It’s 1 a.m.!” Saying nothing, she tossed the pregnancy test at me, and right there, I could see a dark pink line and a very light one. “This is only one line,” I tried to make her believe.
“You know you see a faint one next to it.” Bobi stood behind my mama, smirking. “Now get out.”
I slowly stepped out of the bed and went to grab a duffel bag from the closet. The entire time I packed, Bobi and my mother stood there in the doorway, but I could barely focus on that because I couldn’t believe I was pregnant. This was the worst time, and it was by the worst man.
“I can’t believe your little hoe ass!” My mama walked up on me.
“Hit me again, and I’m gonna beat your ass. Only reason I haven’t done so yet is because I needed a place to stay, but since I have to leave, I will fuck you up,” I warned.
Sucking her teeth, my mother backed off, leaving me alone. I took the pregnancy test with me and then grabbed my car keys and purse to head out.
I had some money from my sales and what I’d saved, so I went to check into a motel. I didn’t want to spend too much at a hotel because I knew I would be here more than one night.
After checking in, I got into the bed and drifted off to sleep for as long as I could.
The next evening…
I was finally off from work, so I’d texted Tony to meet me at the motel. I didn’t want to see him or talk to him, but I had to let him know.
I took a shower and then got dressed in a pair of tights, a bralette, then a hoodie. Once Tony let me know he was outside, I put on my Fendi slides, let my curly hair down, and then left the room with only my room key, the test, and my phone.
I spotted his Grand National parked a few spaces down from my room, so I walked to it and slid into the passenger seat. He looked good in a Puma tracksuit that was red and black. He smelled even better, and I could see he’d just gotten his beautiful kinky hair lined up.
“What’s up? I got somewhere to be.” He turned his body a bit, hitting me with his sexy scent. His facial hair went so perfectly with his features.
“Okay. Well I will make this quick then—”
“Why you staying here?”
“I got kicked out.” I looked off then back over at him. “Anyway, Houston, I’m pregnant.”
“By who?”
“You, who else?”
“Fuck you mean who else? Don’t you got some nigga you fucking? How you know it’s my baby?” His forehead wrinkled.
“That was a lie, okay!”
“Yeah, aight. Who the fuck you think you fooling, Camarih? Now that you pregnant, all of a sudden, the shit was a lie?” He laughed.
I felt the tears welling up, and it pissed me off that he was able to make me cry.
“Look, you don’t have to help me or be around. I just thought I would tell you since you’re the father and I’m keeping it.”
“Yeah, well we don’t know if that’s the case. Hit me up when you about to deliver, and we’ll see.” He cranked his vehicle up.
He nodded in the di
rection of the door so that I would get out of the car.
“I hate you.” I whimpered.
“Then get rid of it.”
WHAM!
I slapped him hard, but before I could even pull my hand all the way back, he gripped both of my wrists, yanking me toward him extremely roughly.
“Put yo’ fucking hands on me one more time, Camarih, and I swear on my life, I’ll break yo’ fucking face.” His teeth were clenched, and by the look in his eyes, I could tell he was serious.
“Let me go.” I sniffled.
He did, and I immediately got out of the car. After changing into my pajamas, I cried myself to sleep… again.
Tony Wacko
“Let me smoke some.” Jilly reached for my blunt, so I moved my hand. “Tonyyyyy!”
“Told yo’ ass you can’t smoke around me.”
“Then I’ll smoke around my nigga when I see him.”
“And I’ll smoke his ass. Try me.” I blew out before finally passing it to her.
“Where yo’ mouth been?” She frowned playfully, taking the blunt into her hands.
“Give me my shit back.”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”
As Jilly finished off the blunt, I popped some gum into my mouth and checked my messages. Glancing over her way, I peeped that she was scrolling her timeline on Instagram. She paused on one photo to like it, and I saw it was a female dressed in barely anything, body on some ridiculous shit.
“Who that?” I quizzed.
“My friend Kendra.”
“Nah, not that water head ass hoe. The bitch you just tapped.” I leaned over a little bit for a better look.
“Nigga, you know you know who this is.” Jilly moved back up and turned her phone more so that I could see. It was Camarih’s fine ass, looking like she’d been in a festival or parade of some sort. She was basically naked, but it appeared to be a fucking costume. “Recognize your bae now?”
“That ain’t my bae.” I pulled up Instagram on my own phone and went straight to Camarih’s page before tapping the picture.
Reading the comments, I saw it was flooded with niggas, pissing me the fuck off. No female had ever had me on some shit like this. I felt my heart racing, wanting to light up every nigga running their fucking mouth.
Deciding to add my own comment, I simply put a pregnant female emoji to fuck with her. Also, maybe these niggas would catch the hint and back the fuck up off her page before I started trying to pull up on muthafuckas.
“Well, she gon’ be someone else’s bae soon, I’m sure. She fine,” Jilly replied.
Looking Jilly’s way, I asked, “She ain’t been fucking with nobody recently?”
“Other than you? How would I know?”
“You follow her on this shit!”
“She’s chill. She don’t be doing all that. Only reason we knew about Prince was because he’s famous, he posted her, and people caught them out together.”
I shook my head at the fact that Jilly was no help before cranking up the whip to take her ass home. Before I got there though, I slickly drove by the motel Camarih was staying at, just to see if her whip was still there. I shouldn’t have given a fuck, but I did.
When I got to my stepmom’s crib, I waited for Jilly to get out. In the meantime, I went back to Camarih’s page, only to see she’d blocked me with her stupid ass.
Me: You supposed to be pregnant but out wearing hoe ass shit?
I was pissed at myself for even texting her ass, but I was boiling for some fucking reason. This bitch had went out and got pregnant by another bitch ass nigga, one who I was murking on fucking sight, yet here I was worried about what the fuck she was wearing.
She replied, quickly, reminding me to change her muthafuckin name in my phone.
Buttascotch: Those photos are from a week ago one, and secondly, I’m not your girl and this ain’t your baby supposedly, so why do you care?
Me: Just know when I run into the nigga you let nut in you, I’m killing his ass.
Me: Keep running yo’ fucking smart ass mouth and watch me mail his hand to you.
Buttascotch: I hope you do kill him. Stupid.
Camarih’s attitude made me wanna slap her ass, but it turned a nigga on a little bit too. No female ever came at me foul; shit, these niggas neither, so her popping off like she was bad made my dick hard.
Locking my phone, I tossed it in the cup holder and then sped off to the studio to put in some work before the festivities tonight.
That night…
No, I'm not a water boy, nigga, I'm in the game… Put some money on your head, twenty-piece, chump change…
The homies and I were up in Club Dose celebrating the fact that not only had KG played Eitan’s record, but he’d put it into his official playlist, meaning the shit got spins every day and multiple times a day.
Everybody was happy as fuck about this shit, so our section was thick, full of all the homies and a few hoes too. Females always flocked when it was a group of niggas in the section ’cause they saw it as a come up. I wasn’t for none of that shit though. Yeah, you could suck this dick, but you wasn’t getting shit else out of a nigga.
Right now, the whole club was wilding out to “Bottle Service” by YG, as we got fucked up off the weed, pills, and drinks that were in abundance.
“Man, I don’t know what I would do without you.” Eitan gave me a smile with his drunk ass.
“Quit all that gay shit, nigga.” I nudged him away as we all laughed.
“All I’m saying is I’m thankful, bro.”
“I know, but I ain’t like how you was gazing at me and shit.” I blew out smoke, making the section cackle in unison.
“Shit was kind of gay,” Rahim added, extending the laughter.
“You think everybody wanna fuck you, nigga.” Eitan shook his head as he lit his own blunt.
“Ain’t my fault these hoes’ panties and jaws drop when I whip my dick out.”
Eitan started choking on the smoke, while we all chortled, including some of the females closest to me. Couldn’t be any more obvious that they wanted to get fucked tonight. Usually, I would be down, but Camarih was heavy on my muthafuckin mind, and another bitch just couldn’t cure my appetite right now. The nut would be underwhelming fasho.
It was something in that pussy—cocaine, voodoo, I wasn’t really fucking sure—but it was way too damn good for a nigga’s health. No way a muthafucka was supposed to be sliding up in that shit every damn day.
“Fuck you thinking about?” The homie Cornell quizzed me.
Shit.
“Nah, but you welcome, E.” I looked his way, ignoring Cornell putting my daze about Camarih on blast. “If the record was trash, it wouldn’t have gotten played, so pat yaself on the back too.” I glanced at Rahim. “Both of y’all niggas. It’s a team effort. That’s what brings in the money.”
Rahim reached across the table to clink his glass of Hennessy with mine, and then we took a drink before getting back into the function.
“But see, nigga, you smart as fuck,” Cornell added, and the rest of the crew nodded.
“Ignorant, hood than a muthafucka, but smart,” Rahim corrected, sending us all into a fit of laughter.
We continued turning the fuck up for the next hour, getting faded beyond belief since I’d gotten a limo to take us to and from the club.
“Aye, nigga, the owner said we can get a back room show for free.” Eitan returned from the bathroom, excitedly.
“Fuck is that?” I frowned. “Sound like some gay train shit.”
“Nah.” He chuckled. “He said it’s like a private dance show.”
“Them hoes getting naked?” I questioned further as the homies listened in, wanting to know too.
“No. Y’all just watch a girl dance sensually through the glass.” One of the females answered me, making me look her way. “It sounds like nothing but only the women with sex appeal can work that room. It’s a nice show.”
“I gotta see what type
of bitches is sexy enough for me to be okay with not seeing no pussy.” I rose up, polishing off my drink.
Everyone followed Eitan out the section—well, the homies and two or three hoes—and then we went to the back where the owner was waiting. People were wilding as we walked through the club, trying to talk and touch on mainly Eitan and me. Like I said, locally and in LA, we had celebrity.
Getting into the room, there were seats, so we all took one. One of the females that had been eyeing a nigga all night was fine as hell, so when she sat in my lap, I didn’t object to the shit.
“Okay. There are bottles here, and as soon as you’re ready, use the remote to lift the window. The music will start, and the dancer will begin the show.”
We made ourselves a drink before returning to our seats, then Eitan hit the large pink button on the remote to make the dark glass rise. It revealed a room with a blue tint, and a window was separating us from it.
“Girls Need Love” by Summer Walker dropped, and a female entered the room slowly to start her dance. She had on some bra shit, and the bottoms looked like a damn chandelier or whatever the fuck it was. My eyes lingered on her dope ass body, and I recognized the tattoo on the front of her hip before shooting my eyes up to her face. Camarih was so into her moves that she didn’t notice me, or maybe her ass couldn’t see, but I wasn’t having the shit.
“Ah!” The girl in my lap screeched when I hopped up, making her fall onto the floor.
“Turn this shit off!” I barked, prompting Eitan to press the button again. It wasn’t working, so I banged on the glass, yelling. “Cut it the fuck out, Camarih!”
She paused for a moment, but then it seemed she thought about it for a second before resuming her moves. The room was still into her, so I pulled my gun from my waist, removing the safety.
“Aye, aye! Get the damn owner!” Rahim shouted.
One of the bitches rushed out to get him, and as soon as he walked in, I waved him over to me using my gun. Slowly, he came toward me, and when he got close enough, I yanked his ass the rest of the way.
“Cut this shit off.”
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