by A'zayler
“That damn Honey,” Congo shook his head as he thought about the first night after they’d had sex.
Congo had just pulled into the driveway of Toro’s house and killed the engine when he saw Toro and Arizona sitting on the porch. They were kicked back listening to music and talking. They both greeted him when he got out the car.
“Boy building houses be having your ass looking dirtier than a son of a bitch.” Toro said as Congo walked up the stairs.
“And you getting black as hell,” Arizona chimed in
“Damn Kevin Hart, and gotdamn Will Ferrell ass niggas. Can I at least get out my work clothes before y’all start talking shit?”
They all laughed as Congo went into the house only for him to come right back out.
“Yo where my Honey at?”
Arizona looked over her shoulder at Congo with a smirk on her face. “Your Honey?”
Congo blushed from embarrassment. “Chill Z, where she at?”
“She still at work sprung ass nigga. She must have put it down on yo ass last night got you round here calling her yo Honey and shit.” Toro touched Arizona’s leg. “Yo bae, this nigga in love already.”
“I see. The way he had Honey’s ass screaming all loud and shit last night waking up our neighbors she probably somewhere calling him her Congo.”
Arizona and Toro laughed at each other’s jokes. Those two were wild. They acted more like brother and sister than boyfriend and girlfriend. It was hot shit though. Congo couldn’t even hate. Maybe he and Honey could be like that one day.
Arizona pointed at him. “Look bae, he waiting on us to tell him.”
They burst out laughing again.
“Bruh she at work. She told us to tell you to come get her around eight. She had a few more cuts to do.” Toro put him out his misery.
Congo looked down at his phone to check the time. It was seven fifteen, so he hurried to take a shower. He got clean as quick as he could and was back out of the house. Once there, he ran his hand over his head and noted that he too needed a haircut. Never one to go out looking like trash he grabbed his red fitted cap off the backseat and put it on his head. He checked his reflection before getting out and walking to the barbershop. He swaggered in slowly and looked in her direction. Her hair was wrapped in a big bun at the top of her head, and she was dressed in a pair of running shorts and a tank top to match. One of wrists was decorated with gold bangles, and the other held a gold watch. Her little purple and blue Nike Huarache’s looked good on her feet. He loved how simple Honey’s style was. She was low key fresh as fuck and it looked good on her. He was about to take a seat and wait on her since she was still cutting hair but she looked up and saw him. Her face did the whole light up thing it always did when she saw him.
“What’s good big homie?” Zay yelled across the shop.
“Shit my nigga, what’s up?”
Zay too was cutting hair. “You know me bruh. Just getting it.”
“I feel that shit.” Congo acknowledged the other men in the shop that looked like they wanted to speak. A few he knew from around the way, others he hadn’t seen a day in his life but clearly they knew him.
“Babe, come here.” Honey’s sweet voice caught his attention.
Congo saw niggas checking for them as he walked across the shop to her. They had better check her nigga and know she wasn’t to be fucked with. That was one thing he didn’t tolerate and never had. Don’t step on his toes on no disrespectful shit when it came to his woman. Especially not his Honey. That shit would bring out the old Congo. Apparently catching the drift, niggas returned their eyes to their rightful places. When he was close enough Honey stepped back from her client and leaned towards him with her lips poked out. Congo kissed them before standing back and putting his hands in his pockets.
“I shouldn’t be long. Once I finish him I’ll be done for the day.”
Congo’s demeanor was cool. “Take your time.”
Honey moved around her client so that she was now facing Congo. Her eyes roamed over his body. Starting with his face before moving down to the bulging muscles in his arms. The fabric of his shirt strained across his chest. His tall lean body towering over almost everybody in the shop. His sexy chocolate legs sitting out slightly. She smiled as she his scent invaded her nostrils.
“What yo goofy ass smiling at?”
“You smell good, and you look better.”
Congo ran his hand over his face to hide his blushing.
“Cut that damn hair girl,”
Honey smiled and went back to cutting. Congo watched how quickly and expertly her hands moved with the clippers. She had old buddy line up crisp as a muthafucka. No time before now had he thought about letting her cut his. It hadn’t even dawned on him until this moment. He had a regular barber he normally went to but he might have to fuck with Honey for a minute. She scooted around her chair until she was back in front of him. He was so close to her chair, when she stepped in front of him her butt rubbed against the front of his shorts.
“Hell you think you doing?” Congo’s breath made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
“I’m just cutting hair. That’s you all in my personal space like you don’t see me working.”
Congo stepped closer, pressing his dick further into her ass. He leaned forward over her shoulder so that his lips was near her ear. “You need some personal space?”
He felt her body shiver. She cleared her throat and shook her head no.
“Better not,” Congo kissed the side of her neck and stepped back.
She leaned her head to the side and snickered. Congo could admit he was being a little territorial where Honey was concerned but fuck it. These niggas needed to know she was taken, and taken by him. He may not be in the streets the way he used to but they still knew how he got down. Congo stood close to her, leaning against her station. He watched her move around putting the finishing touches on dude’s head. When she finished he stepped back to give her and the man room to handle their payments. He eyed the man closely making sure he paid Honey what she’d asked for. He nodded his approval when he saw him tip her an extra ten dollars. He told her thank you and looked like he was about to lean in for a hug but remembered Congo was standing there. He told her he’d see her later instead and walked off. She was about to untie her smock when Congo grabbed her arm.
“Cut me up real quick Honey love,”
She smiled. “You for real?”
“Yeah. Bring ya ass before I change my mind.”
Honey patted the back of her chair for him to sit down. Congo removed his hat as he sat down. She wrapped the cape around him and flicked her clippers back on.
“Babe, I could have did this at home.”
“Nah. I like to see you in yo lil element. Just hook me up boo.”
Honey stood behind him and began to cut. Congo could feel her warmth every time she got close to him. The smell of her perfume hit him in the face with the slightest movement. His body was aware of every time she accidentally touched him. Whether it was a hand grazing his face, her arm touching the back of his neck or his shoulder. It was all unintentional but it alerted his body of her womanly presence. He could see why niggas came to her to get their haircut.
“You touch all yo clients like this?”
“Just the ones that make love to me like you did last night.” She whispered in his ear.
Congo stretched his legs out in front of the chair before pulling them back in. He needed to adjust his dick after hearing that come out her mouth.
“Fucking right.”
Honey bit the inside of her mouth as she moved around in front of him to line him up. She leaned over and her breasts almost hit him in the face.
“Damn girl you got ya titties all in my face and shit.”
“Shut up Congo and let me cut ya hair now.”
“Put em’ any closer and I might bite em’.”
Honey stopped cutting hair and covered her face with her hands. Congo pulled at her wrist
s. Until he could see her face again.
“Your unprofessional ass. Finish ya damn job.”
Honey rolled her eyes and went back to cutting his hair. It took her a little over twenty minutes to get done. When he stood up to look in the mirror he was actually shocked. Honey had cut the shit out of his hair. Not even his regular barber cut it that good. She stood to the side waiting for his approval. When he smiled so did she. She then commenced to cleaning up. When she was done she grabbed her backpack and went into the back.
“Aye Congo, can I speak to yo for a minute?”
Congo looked back and saw the dude Rick she worked with. He was about to say nah but he was headed out anyway so he nodded. Rick followed him outside and stood next to him on the sidewalk.
“So you and Honey together?”
“Who’s asking?” Congo looked Rick in the eye.
“Me. She’s like my lil sister so I just want to make sure she’s good.”
Congo nodded his head and rubbed the bottom of his chin. “Yo sister huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Well If she yo like yo sister why when I asked her had any of y’all niggas up in this shop tried to holla at her yo name came out?”
Rick looked stuck momentarily. So Congo finished their conversation up for him.
“Check this out homie. You know me, you know how I gets down. Don’t say shit else to me about my business. Honey, she’s my business, so watch how you the fuck you approaching me regarding my shit. You feel me?”
Rick nodded and walked back into the shop just as Honey was coming out. Congo grabbed her hand and they walked to the car. They grabbed some food and went back to Toro and Arizona’s house. When they got there they went to their room and closed the door. After they finished eating they got on the bed and made themselves comfortable. He was lying on his stomach and Honey was sitting on his back massaging his shoulders.
“Congo and muthafucking Honey!” Congo’s deep raspy voice bellowed.
She laughed bashfully. “You crazy.”
“And you my muthafucking baby,”
“Your mouth is terrible.”
“I aint hear you saying shit last night when it was all over yo body.”
Honey stopped rubbing his shoulders. He still found it odd that he was able to embarrass her with his words.
He reached behind him and tapped her thigh. “Honey,”
“Huh?”
“You gon’ stay down for the come up?”
“What you mean?”
“I mean, are you gone stay down with me. Through all this poor boy shit, until we come up. We aint gon’ be down long Honey. Just stay with me until we make it. I’ma give yo ass the world for real then.”
“I’m with you baby. Hold on let me show you something,” Honey hopped off the bed and grabbed her book bag. Congo sat up so he could see what she was doing. She pulled out a small red bag and poured it out on the bed. “I’m with you,” was all she said before looking up at him.
Congo was at a loss for words. His eyes wandered over the pile of money in the center of the bed. It was so much fucking money. She had various stacks of it wrapped in different color rubber bands. Some red, some yellow, some green, and some blue. Congo didn’t even know where to start as he looked at the neatly stacked cash. The bills were wrinkled so he could tell it hadn’t come from the bank.
“What’s this?”
“My money. I’ve been saving it since I started cutting hair.”
“Baby this shit is crazy. How much is it?”
“I don’t know. I just stack it. I haven’t counted it in a long time. I do know the red stacks are twenties, the blue are tens, and the green is fives, and the yellow is ones.”
“Damn,” Congo hadn’t seen this much since he’d been dealing. If even possible his respect for Honey went to a totally different level.
She was smart. He could definitely fuck with her. Instead of blowing her money and tricking off she was stacking her bread. He had a real live hustler on his team. She was a go getter and that’s exactly the type of woman he wanted to build with. It wasn’t even about the fact that she had money, it was how willing she was to share it with him.
“We gone work hard, stack this paper together, and stay down for each other. It aint no way we can lose like that.” Honey said as she looked into his eyes.
Congo felt his chest get tight with admiration. His baby spoke those words like a true soldier. He had nothing but love for her at this point. This was the realist shit he’d ever seen, especially from a female.
“I got you forever Honey love,”
She smiled and leaned over and he met her halfway. “We got each other.”
Congo grabbed the back of her head and kissed her with as much passion as he muster. She grabbed a hold of the front of his shirt and pulled him to her. Congo pushed her money out the way and pulled her across the bed and sat her on his lap. He pulled her shirt over her head and went to sucking on her neck. Honey removed his shirt next and did the same thing. Her mouth on his skin made his dick hard. He removed the rest of both of their clothing and lay her on the floor. After locking the door he went back to the floor, put a pillow under her head, and dug deep. He made love to Honey the best he could. He tried to give her everything he had. He relayed his gratitude for her trust with every stroke. Every kiss he placed on her skin was to let her know her loyalty was appreciated. The methodical grinds he rocked her body with was to promise her that he would forever give her the same in return.
“Lights out!” The CO yelled on the outside of the door.
Congo looked out of the small window of his cell door. The jail went completely black, and he closed his eyes. He turned over on his stomach and tried to get some rest. How and when he had fallen in love with this girl was so unexpected, but he wouldn’t take it back for nothing in this world. Congo tossed and turned restlessly. It took a while but he eventually fell asleep with thoughts of his sweet honey invading his dreams.