by C. Wash
“How do ya’ll two know each other,” Mystro asked Brisa while she maintained her grip on Breezy.
“Oh we go way back, Breezy and me. We work together at the salon,” Brisa offered.
“Yo, this is so corny,” Native yelled and laughing hysterically. “This is like some shit you would see in the movies or read in a book. This kinda stuff don’t happen in real life.”
“Native, you still the same I see,” Breezy said breaking away from Mystro and turning towards Native for a hug.
“You know me, ma,” Native shot back while she gripped Breezy in a one armed embrace. “I do a lot but I never change.”
“So, this little reunion of ours is cute, but when does the show get started?” Brisa asked.
Mystro and Native looked at each other. “Whenever ya’ll ready. How do you wanna do it?” Mystro asked.
“Well, since it’s my birthday, I want to have a private, private dance,” Breezy said. She grabbed Mystro’s hand. “Plus, I don’t want to see Native gyrating all over the place. No offense, Nae.” Breezy said laughing.
“No, sweat. I work better alone anyway,” Native replied eyeing Brisa.
Breezy escorted Mystro into the bedroom of the suite and closed the door. When she entered, she noticed there was Dom Perignon champagne, along with a fruit, cracker and cheese platter, sitting on the desk. Breezy released Mystro’s hand and sat on the edge of the King sized bed after she closed the door.
“So, should I sit here or in the desk chair,” Breezy asked looking up at Mystro.
“Hold up, shawty. I gotta know how you found out we danced?” Mystro said sitting in the desk chair across from her.
“Well,” she started, “so much has happened in the months since I last saw you. First, I moved out of Kenilworth to Mitchellville Maryland.”
“Good,” Mystro said happily. “I’m so happy you not ‘round there no more. You know the last time I came through I got stuck up?”
“Noooo, Mystro, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Cuz, what could you have done? I ain’t wanna get you involved no way, you had to live over there still.”
“Is that why you hadn’t called me to get your hair done, although I see somebody been keeping you tight.” Breezy said with slight attitude.
Mystro laughed and ran her hand over her braids. “Yes and no, I mean I kinda got caught up in one thing after another right after that.” She continued looking away from Breezy. “Can I pop open this champagne?” Mystro swung the chair around and grabbed the bottle to open it.
“Absolutely, let’s get this party started.” Breezy moved her waist from side to side in a seated dance motion on the bed. “So, what’s her name?” She stopped dancing.
“Huh?”
“Mystro, I’ve known you for a little while now, and it’s one thing I know for sure, when you have a chick, you go all in. Sometimes too much, so what’s her name?”
“I don’t wanna talk about her, if it’s aight with you.” Breezy nodded in agreement. “Good, now back to you. So you moved, but you still haven’t told me how you heard about us.” Mystro poured the champagne.
“Oh, right, so I’m in the shop working one day and I overhear my client on a call. She said she couldn’t wait until her date. She said she heard that Mystro was the bomb and she was long overdue for some special attention.”
Mystro looked into her cup ashamed of what she did to earn a living. “Look, Breezy, ummm, I’m only doing this shit for a little while. I mean, I got plans.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, Mystro. I truly believe everything happens for a reason. Besides, if you didn’t provide this service, how else would I have gotten to partake?” Breezy sipped her drink.
“Stop playing, shawty, you on dick. You not into bitches.” Mystro downed the champagne in her cup.
“No, I’m not into bitches, you right about that,” Breezy advised, “but I am into you.”
*****
In the living room, Wicked Games by The Weekend was heard coming from Native’s plugged in iPod. She just wrapped up her dance session for Brisa. They were now standing locked in a passionate kiss. That is until Native broke out of it.
“Damn, ma, you move quick. I thought I was supposed to be seducing you,” Native said confused.
“You did, that’s why I can’t keep my hands off you,” Brisa said pressing her C cup breasts up against Native’s chest. Brisa took charge and normally, Native hated for girls to do that. But for some reason she was turned on by her display of aggression.
“I have been thinking about you ever since the day you harassed me in that parking lot,” Brisa advised.
“Oh yeah, well why you ain’t call me then?”
“I was waiting on you. You never called either, Native.”
Native was embarrassed and debated whether or not she would tell her the real reason she never called. ‘Fuck it’, she thought as she began to spill the beans. “If I tell you why, you better not laugh,” Native advised seriously.
“I’m listening,” Brisa said staring into Native’s eyes.
Native looked away from her and said, “I was nervous. I ain’t know what to say to you if I called.”
“You did ok in the parking lot, why would it be any different?”
“Man, I don’t know. I ain’t never been nervous ‘bout no female and you gave me butterflies, even then. I was just trying to play it off. You are stunning, ma.” Native looked into Brisa’s eyes.
Brisa blushed, “I do have one question though, how did you know I was in the life?”
“I didn’t, but I had to take a chance.” Native confessed.
Brisa smiled. “See, that wasn’t so bad, right? You can be honest with me. I’m still just a girl, Native, and I’m very attracted to you.” She moved in for another kiss. As Brisa pulled away from her lip lock, she said, “now, I know we paid for ya’ll, but I’m in the mood to serve. Will you let me?”
“What you talking ‘bout, girl?”
Without words Brisa squatted down and got on her knees. She grabbed at Native’s black Louis Vuitton belt and yanked it open. She proceeded to unbutton her jeans and pulled them, along with her Polo boxers, down to her ankles.
“Brisa, what you doing,” Native asked still standing with her back to the wall, looking at her pants being snatched down.
“I’m getting ready to make you feel incredible.” She said grabbing the back of Native’s thighs and placing her mouth up over Native’s clit before she could refuse.
“SSSSS…ahhhh,” Native yelled out in ecstasy, as Brisa gave her head standing up. Native’s mind was spinning. No broad had ever done this to her before. She was being turned out and she loved it.
“Fuckkkkkkk,” Native shouted out as she gripped the back of Brisa’s hair and tugged it gently while pumping her waist into her every lick and suck. When Brisa pawed Native’s ass and bared down over her clit while sucking it at the same time, Native couldn’t take it anymore and bust her nut onto Brisa’s tongue.
Brisa stopped, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then stood up and kissed Native with vigor. When they broke from the kiss, Brisa said, “I bet you gonna call me now.”
Chapter 26
Mystro walked up the hallway steps leading to her apartment and she wore a huge smile on her face. It was seven o’clock in the morning and she was just getting home from the date Church sent her on, that ended up being a reunion for her and Native, and she felt different. She reached her apartment door and before she could put the key in the lock, Church snatched it open wearing a pink terrycloth robe and her hair was up in a silk leopard print bonnet.
“Where the fuck have you been,” Church spat with venom.
“What you talking ‘bout, shawty?” Mystro strolled inside the apartment and past Church.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Mystro. Where have you been all fucking night?” Church slammed the apartment door and ran behind Mystro who headed straight for the kitchen.
“
I was at the hotel,” she said drinking orange juice straight out of the carton, while standing in front of the refrigerator. “On the date you sent me to.” Mystro closed the fridge door and stared down into Church’s eyes.
“Bullshit, that bitch paid for a private dance from Hersband Material and that’s it. You should have been done with them thirty minutes after you got there.”
“Wasn’t it you that told me never leave the customer un-satisfied?”
Church stared Mystro up and down before responding. “I did, so where’s the money she gave you for your extra time?”
Mystro sat the orange juice carton down on the counter and attempted to walk out of the kitchen. Church blocked her path. “Baby, I don’t have any additional money. I just stayed-”
“Don’t baby me, why would you stay and not get paid,” Church yelled up at Mystro.
She paused before she answered her. She really didn’t feel like arguing and she knew that is where her answer would lead. But she had no choice. “I knew her, Church, aight. I knew her and Native knew her friend. So we just kicked it with them for her birthday. Before I knew it, the sun was coming up.”
“Oh, them bitches tried it. Had I known you knew ‘em I wouldn’t have booked that shit.” Church ranted.
“Why not, money is money right? What difference does it make?” She said feeding Church back her own philosophy.
“Don’t play with me, Mystro. Your time is money and if the bitch wanted more of your time, she should have paid the money. I gotta good mind to call her right now and let her know she owes me.” Church headed to her laptop to retrieve Breezy’s information.
“It ain’t that deep, shawty. The mistake was mine, so I’ll give you your fee.” Mystro walked towards the bedroom.
Church was speechless and pissed. She should be happy, since all she cared about was the all mighty dollar, but she wasn’t. For a brief moment she felt their relationship was real and Mystro disrespected her. She forgot that she truly did not give a fuck, because maybe she was starting to care. And it made her angrier that Mystro seemed to not give a fuck. Something was different with her and Church knew it.
So she followed behind her to the room. “When are you giving me my money?”
“Church, look I’m tired. All I want to do is get in the shower and lay down. We can pick this up later if you want.” Mystro emptied her pockets and placed the contents on the dresser. She took off her clothes and put them in the hamper for the cleaners before she headed to the shower.
Church stood in the bedroom fuming and in a daze. It wasn’t until she heard Mystro’s cell phone beep, indicating she had a text message that she snapped out of her haze of anger. She waited until she heard the water running in the shower before she ran over to the dresser and picked up Mystro’s phone. The message was from Breezy and it read,
Thanx 4 staying with me. U made my Bday the best ;)
Church was heated. ‘Horny ass bitch. Can’t keep shit professional’ She thought. She deleted the message and proceeded to find the applications store on Mystro’s iPhone. When she found it, she searched for the app called Friend Locate. A grin covered her face as she pushed the button to purchase it. Looking back at the bathroom door, she quickly installed the app on Mystro’s phone and approved the request from her own phone. This handy feature would allow Church to track Mystro’s whereabouts at all times.
Placing Mystro’s phone back on the dresser she whispered, “Now, wherever you go, I’ll know exactly where you are.”
Chapter 27
“Two more buckets and that’s game, son,” Native yelled out after making her shot. She and Mystro were on the outdoor basketball court playing a game of one-on-one in Native’s neighborhood.
“Not if I get my basket first, champ,” Mystro replied, attempting to strip the ball from Native’s grasp.
“Ha ha too slow,” Native laughed while moving the ball out of Mystro’s reach. “I ain’t even think you was gonna show up out here today. Being as though you ain’t get much sleep last night while you were in there with Breezy, I just knew you was gonna be in for the day.” Native dribbled the ball and tried to drive the lane past Mystro towards the hoop.
“Naw, I had to get outta that apartment. Church in there pissed cuz I stayed out all night.”
Native frowned. “Why she tripping? You stayed out all night with a client before right?”
“Yeah, but I also brought home three stacks for that. I ain’t bring shit home this time,” Mystro explained. “She ain’t stupid.”
Native shook her head. “She’ll be aight man. What I need to know is if you hit or not?”
“Come on, slim you know it wasn’t that type of party. They just paid for the dance.”
“I don’t give a fuck what they paid for, I wanna know did you get down?”
Mystro laughed trying to avoid the question. “What about you? Brisa bad as shit, slim. I know you had to taste that.”
“Hey, son, you not gonna believe it even though I’m telling you,” Native took a shot at the hoop and missed. Mystro grabbed the rebound. “She posted me up on the wall, got on her knees, snatched my pants down and went to work. And it was the best head I ever had…in my life.”
“What,” Mystro yelled. “She sucked your dick, Native, damn! Did you at least dance for her?”
“Yeah, man, I danced and then she jumped on me, tongued me down, then dropped to her knees and tongued me down there. And…I think I’m in love.”
Mystro stopped dribbling the ball and bent over in laughter. Native never caught feelings.
“Yeah, I said it, fuck it. That girl ‘bout to make me cut my roster down, slim, real shit.” Mystro cracked up. “Enough about that though, what Breezy taste like?”
Mystro stood up and debated whether or not she wanted to tell Native the truth. “Aight” – she started while taking her final game winning shot and making it – “We ain’t get down all like that, but we did get intimate –”
“I knew it,” Native yelled cutting Mystro off. She grabbed the ball, and stuffed it under her arm. “How’d it feel?”
“To be honest, it felt good. I mean I always thought Breezy was sexy and flirtatious with me, but I never thought I had a chance. She was on dick too hard.”
“You know how many broads I turned out, Mystro? Too many to name or remember. Her being on dick don’t mean shit. She always flirted with you on the low…hard! She was prolly just waiting on you to make a move. But, for real, since you used to be that stalking type motherfucka for these bitches out here, I’m kinda glad it worked out like this. It gave you time to grow,” Native schooled.
Mystro frowned. “Look, I was never the stalking type, Native.”
“You playing right?”
“I’m dead serious. I was in love back then, and the shit wasn’t being returned. In my opinion it wasn’t me, it was them.”
Native shook her head. “It’s one thing to love somebody, Mystro, and another thing to push yourself onto somebody who don’t want you back. I’ma be real with you. Just be glad you seeing straight now. This shit between you and Breezy seems destined, and you shouldn’t fuck it up.”
Mystro didn’t like being thought of as a stalker, but she did understand where Native was coming from too. “I don’t know about that destiny shit, but I am feeling her. And Breezy jive said something along those lines too. She said everything happens for a reason, which I’m really starting to believe. I still feel bad though, about Church. That’s my girl and regardless of what problems we may have, I shouldn’t have cheated on her. This move don’t sit right with me.”
“Do you hear yourself,” Native asked, “your so called girl sent you out on that date. Shit, she’s sent you on several fucking dates. You’ve had sex with a bunch of bitches who she found. So what you enjoyed yourself a little with Breezy. That’s your noble right.”
“Yeah, but with all them other broads, it was work. This shit with Breezy felt different. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Then I c
ame in the house and Church jumped down my throat. She was burnt up, son.”
“I don’t feel sorry for her at all. It’s her own fault. She got us into this. Looks like the shit backfired on that ass if you ask me.”
“Yeah, but now she don’t trust me. She done put a tracking app on my phone and shit. I mean how dumb do she think I am that I wouldn’t notice a new app? I mean it’s my phone.”
Before Native could reply, a neighborhood dude ran up on them at the court. “Say, where’s ya’ll little half-pint side kick at?” he asked.
“Who you talking ‘bout, Cool, Baby Dom,” Native questioned.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s her.”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her in a couple days. Why you ask?”
“Look, nigga’s is looking for her. They saying she burnt down that pimp bitch and her man’s house. They putting a few dollars on her head and everything.”
“What, nigga, what pimp bitch you talking ‘bout,” Mystro asked him.
“A chick name Church, she live with her man uptown. They be setting dyke’s up to pimp ‘em out and get money off their work.” Cool continued. He realized he was talking to two dykes, and that he might be a little offensive so he decided to cut his convo short. “Look, I ain’t trying to start nothing. Just wanted to warn you to find your friend. The nigga just got straight out of the city hospital from his burn injury and he searching for her. When you find her, hide her,” Cool finished before bouncing off just as fast as he came.
“Damn,” Native yelled. “That’s us, My. She been playing us. I knew it. This shit makes so much sense now.”
“Come on, son, you gonna take the word of the neighborhood gossip? I don’t believe him.”
“Mystro, wake up. She been running game on us from the start. You got to be crazy if you don’t see it, specially now.”
Mystro was deep in her feelings. Lately, she had been feeling like Church was not all she was cracked up to be. But she couldn’t admit it to herself. Now to be hearing this information about her made her feel somewhat used. But she wanted to still give Church the benefit of the doubt. After all, the source of the information was a drunk.