Definition of a Bad Girl

by MìChaune

  “I guess the neighbors know my name.” Zay chuckled.

  “Whatever, Trey Songz. Go close the door.” Leshaun pushed Zay off her.

  Zay quickly reached down to pull his boxer briefs and his pants up. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a Fire & Ice Trojan condom. Leshaun took the condom as she followed Zay to the door.

  * * *

  Leshaun sat up and watched Zay breathe from the bed. She looked around the room and then looked back at Zay who was mumbling incoherently. “Zay, wake up.” She nudged him. Zay turned over away from Leshaun, and she nudged him again. “Zay, wake up.”

  Zay opened his eyes, turned his head to face Leshaun, and lay on his back. “What you wake me for?” Zay rolled his eyes.

  “I’m concerned about you.” Leshaun sat up so she could face him.

  “What brought this on? You been watching Scandal again?” Zay rubbed his eyes so he could wake up.

  “No. I heard you talk about killing Jerome again,” Leshaun told him.

  Zay sat up. “What?”

  Leshaun coughed. “Your exact words were, ‘I killed Jerome, and now you can go to hell with him.’” Leshaun imitated his voice.

  Zay shook his head. He wanted to hide the fact that was in his dream/nightmare last night. “I’m not going to kill Kofi.”

  “You say that, and I want to believe that. I don’t know what y’all are into, but y’all need to fix it, whatever it is,” Leshaun ordered.

  “We’re not into anything. We just don’t see eye to eye right now,” Zay admitted.

  “What did you do this time?” Leshaun pestered. The worst thing about raising Zay was that she knew him well enough to know when he was hiding something or fixing to lie. Zay sat up and glared at her.

  “I didn’t do nothing,” Zay insisted.

  “Okay.” Leshaun didn’t like or trust that answer.

  “I’m serious,” Zay said. “Everything is all good between us. You know you disagree with your girls some of the time.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t dream about knocking them off either. When are you going to tell me what the three of y’all been up to?”

  “We getting your money; that’s what we’re up to.”

  Leshaun had to remember he wasn’t the young child or teenager she raised anymore. Zay was a grown man with the magic stick she crossed the line with. “Remember Gina?”

  Zay bit his lip and Leshaun could see his anger rising. “Not this shit first thing in the morning.” Zay stormed out of the bed.

  “No, I’m serious. Gina used to always have my back, but we fought like cats and dogs. You broke up some of those fights,” Leshaun pressed on.

  “Really, by crying?” Zay was sarcastic.

  “When I got raped, she was the one who not only taught me how to shoot; she helped me find that nigga and we killed him and his crew. I’d give anything for God to bring Gina back.” Leshaun couldn’t hide her feelings.

  Zay leaned over and held Leshaun tight. “I know you miss my mom.”

  “Your mom used to sleep with my men, leftovers, ’cause she was insecure about her looks. That’s beside the point. She was there for me when I needed her and Kofi was there when you needed help,” Leshaun told him.

  “So what you saying, Leshaun? I should call Kofi and put together an OutKast reunion? Not gonna happen.” Zay walked around looking for his clothes. They’d had sex in every room imaginable and in the hallway. No telling where his stuff was.

  “I didn’t say call him today, but I do think the two of you should sit down and talk. Whatever is bothering you is going to eat you up until the two of you talk.” Leshaun soothed him. She didn’t need her men fighting among themselves while they were trying to take care of business.

  “A’ight, whatever. I’m not calling him now,” Zay answered.

  Leshaun wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. Zay’s hardness melted and, slowly, he kissed Leshaun back. Leshaun walked him back to the bed, and she pushed him down and straddled him. “When are we going to quit telling everyone that we’re not sleeping together?”

  “When I’m sure 9ine is not going to try to whoop my ass,” Zay answered as he kissed Leshaun again.

  “Tell me what the three of you are up to.” Leshaun knew they were doing more than screwing old ladies and running scams at bachelorette parties. They’d amassed fifty stacks in a short period of time, and she wanted to make sure their bases were covered.

  Zay moved Leshaun off him and headed to the bathroom. Leshaun got up too. Their rendezvous was over.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Living a lie didn’t relate to Leshaun any longer. Two nights ago she broke the chain of lies and told Prince that she and Zay were sleeping together. She told the truth about her issues about killing Tiana and coming up with the money to get Price Street Hotel back up and running. He didn’t trip when she mentioned her days of stripping and hustling weed to get by. In all, she was straight up and revealed herself as a pretty chic from the hood. No lies stuck to her, but she simply didn’t speak on Gogo and the plot they had lined up to rob and kill Lloyd. In secret, Leshaun and Gogo still needed to work out the kinks, but it was a job that needed to be done.

  They spoke on a future of being together. They had sex, fucked, and made love all over the house. Each time he threw his seed in her, he begged her to stay, to move in with him. For Leshaun, the reality of the bond she had with Prince came in a whirlwind of events. The lifestyle he showed her wasn’t the hood. He took her shopping in his second ride, a cobalt blue Maserati Quattroporte and she couldn’t stop thinking about Gogo. Leshaun knew she couldn’t cut all ties from Asheville, no matter how easy it felt doing. For now, life seemed simple with Prince. He lavished her with affection and treated her with the highest degree of respect. He opened doors for her and turned her pussy to a frothy split during their countless moments of lovemaking.

  “What are you doing, baby?” Leshaun strolled into the study in a pair of pink Victoria’s Secret panties and matching bra. Her walk was mean in her stylish name brand stilettos.

  “Working on this book,” Prince replied from the desk.

  Leshaun slipped her arms around his neck and kissed the side of his face. “Write books? I didn’t know you were into that.”

  “How you think I got the money to get these cars? IHOP don’t do that. And I’m not tricking like that. I sell the work to some of the biggest names in street lit and, as long as my money comes up, no one comes up missing. It’s what I do.” He turned his head and gave her a deeper kiss. “I’m about done.”

  She smiled. “So if your books is doing all that, why you work at IHOP?”

  “Because I’m not into working a desk job every day, all day,” Prince answered. “I like to cook, and I like getting out of the house. Plus, working at a restaurant allows me to meet all kinds of people, and I use them to model for characters in the books I write. Plus, I don’t like to depend on a check from an author or a publisher. I like to see money every day, which is why I work so hard at IHOP.”

  Leshaun had no choice but to accept his answer. She knew people had many hidden talents and she knew he liked to write when she met him. Leshaun didn’t know he continued with the writing and made something out of it. She wondered if all the times she thought he had another woman Prince was really locked in a room somewhere, letting his emotions out on the keys. Thinking about the bookshelf she had, she wondered if Prince had written for any of her favorite authors. “Don’t let me rush you,” she encouraged him.

  Prince inhaled her peach-scented body spray as he closed the Word program on the laptop. What he felt for Leshaun wasn’t lust. “Sit on my lap for a second.”

  Leshaun circled the chair he sat in and eased down across his lap. Again she slipped her arms around his neck and slid her tongue inside his mouth. She welcomed the tender caress of his hands on her lower back and inner thigh.

  “What time are you coming to bed?” she asked moments later with her head on his shou
lder.

  “Not long. I have to call my client before it gets too late.” He rubbed her warm chocolate thigh. “I need to make sure everything is in order for this book I gotta send the publisher later this week.”

  Leshaun bit her lip as she tried to figure out a solution. “Do you have to go?”

  “Of course I do, baby. It’s part of my contract that I visit the place I’m researching, and it’s a free vacation on my end. Why wouldn’t I go?”

  She shrugged. “How long will you be up there?”

  “Two days. After I finish researching, I’m scheduled for a meeting with one of the clients in Las Vegas. And after that, I’m back on a flight back home.”

  “Can I go with you?”

  “You changed your mind?”

  She nodded. “I can pick up a few of my things from home.”

  “How about ya get everything, because this is your home now. And I mean that, Leshaun.”

  “That’s a big move you’re asking me to make.”

  “I know.” He lowered his lips and kissed the swells of her breasts. “You’re so damn sexy!”

  “What if I get pregnant?”

  He traced the waistband of her panties as her question forced him to face a consequence. “We already have a daughter. And I’d be a very happy man.”

  “You really mean that? Like, what about Sarah?”

  “Of course I mean it. And I’m done with her. I know the risk we’re taking without a condom. And I don’t care how fast things are moving between us. What I feel for you starts right here.” He pointed at his heart. “And you’re special because you’re you. I guess it was love at first sight for me.”

  “I’ve never been loved before,” she admitted. “Everything about you now is a new experience for me, and it don’t have anything to do with you being rich.” She giggled. “But I do like how you are spoiling me.”

  “Anything for my sexy chocolate cake.” He filled his hand with her hip and squeezed.

  Her heart wanted him, and she listened to it. “Take my bra off.” She licked up his neck and took his earlobe between her soft lips.

  Prince couldn’t get enough of Leshaun and her high sexual drive. When she asked for it, he rose to the stage each and every time. His erection drove up against her ass as he eased the bra straps off her shoulders.

  Leshaun kissed him when the bra fell to the floor. Her tits wobbled against his chest as their passionate kiss drew on. She pulled from his lips and cupped her breast to his mouth. Like a newborn, he sucked gently on her nipple. “Mmm, that feels so good!” She licked his bald head and rained kiss after kiss on it.

  Prince slid a hand up her inner thigh until he reached her center. He wasn’t surprised to feel a wet spot on the panties.

  “Let’s do it in here,” she gasped and spread her legs.

  Prince licked her nipple and slid her panties aside. Her pussy lips popped free, swollen and wet. An intense ring of pleasure raced up her dark legs as he pushed his middle finger inside her.

  “Prince, yesss!” She jerked herself on his finger. “Touch my clit, too! Ooohhh, yeahhh, baby.” She stuck her tongue in his ear, breathing hard.

  His want was his need of her. With patience, he lifted her toward that peak with his fingers in her pussy and his mouth on her breasts. With each strum against her clit, her pussy leaked and coated his hand. He tasted her by licking and sucking on each of his slippery fingers. “Stand up and bend over my desk.”

  Leshaun stood and lifted his hands to her bare titties. “I know the difference now.” She grinned down at him as he admired her freshly shaved pussy.

  “About what?” he said, rubbing her nipples in a circular motion with his thumbs.

  “With you, I know the difference between sex, fucking, and making love.”

  “And what’s on your menu tonight?”

  Leshaun bit her bottom lip as he squeezed her breasts together. She rubbed his face. “If you’re up to this, fuck me in here, have sex in the living room and, last, make love to me in the hot tub. And I want you to cum inside me each and every time.”

  Prince stood, proudly showing off the lump under his pants. She covered it with her hand while sucking on his bottom lip.

  They never made it to the hot tub due to Leshaun tapping out from the dick. After he hammered her for nearly an hour nonstop, she jokingly asked if he was using any sex enhancement drugs. He promised his stay up in her pussy was pure. Before their night ended, she took a relaxing bath with him by scented candlelight. He pampered her soapy breasts from behind while whispering his promises of devotion to her. She wanted this lifestyle with him. A lifestyle of love.

  * * *

  The next morning, she woke up alone under the sheets. “Prince?” She sat up and rubbed her tired eyes. Just as she started to slip from under the sheets, she found a written note on top of her smartphone on the night table.

  Morning, Beautiful

  Relax. I got called into work to cover a shift for a coworker running late. Didn’t want to wake you, so I left you in dream land. I’ll be home by noon.

  Prince xoxoxo

  Leshaun smiled and figured she would surprise him with a home-cooked meal. She got up and got dressed and was in the kitchen ready to show her skills to Prince. Just as she started to search for something to cook, the musical doorbell chimed. She went to the front door in a pair of high-cut boy shorts and one of Prince’s shirts. Through the glass portion of the French door, she saw an attractive, sophisticated-dressed white woman in heels. She opened the door. “Uh, what’s up?”

  The lady slightly raised her eyebrow. “Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing in my husband’s house?”

  * * *

  Prince sped down the two-lane road to his home with Leshaun heavy on his mind. The meeting lasted longer than expected and his calls and texts to give Leshaun a heads-up went unanswered. He felt they were meant to be because being without her for the past few hours was torment.

  “Baby girl,” he called out when he stepped through the door. “I got some good news about the option to turn one of my books into a movie.” He loosened his tie as he entered the living room, expecting to see Leshaun. To his surprise, he saw a Post-it note stuck to the flat-screen TV.

  Let’s do something different today. Go to the bathroom.

  Prince smiled, totally in the mood to do anything new with Leshaun. He made his way down the hall and found a second Post-it note on the bathroom mirror.

  Get naked for me now. Next step is in the kitchen.

  Prince removed his suit and stripped down to his boxers and socks. He paused in the doorway and took off his socks and then his boxers. His dick led the way on his trip to the kitchen. The third note drew his attention to the stainless steel refrigerator.

  Grab some wine and bring that dick to me. Your bedroom.

  Prince snatched a bottle of chardonnay out the refrigerator and hurried to meet Leshaun in his bedroom. He tried to imagine the “something different” she had in store for him. His dick jumped when he saw the fourth Post-it note on the bedroom door.

  Close your eyes and let me take you to paradise.

  No talking.

  Prince stuck to the game and closed his eyes. A breath later he heard the door to his study open behind him. He wanted to turn and take Leshaun in his arms, but for now, he followed her rules. A rush of excitement filled him when a blindfold slipped over his eyes. He inhaled quickly when a hand eased down the length of his dick. He clutched the neck of the chardonnay as Leshaun licked the mushroom tip of his penis.

  Before he took his next breath, his penis slid inside her mouth. Behind the blindfold, he tried to picture Leshaun bobbing her lips back and forth on his taut erection. Without sight, it made him focus on what he felt and heard. He felt her soft lips encircled his dick and he heard the wet slurps. He felt her hands working in sync with her lips on his shaft. In and out, his bulbous tip popped between her lips. The wine nearly slipped from his grip when she lightly raked her fingerna
ils under his balls. Just as his body settled in for a ride to a climax, she stopped.

  He moaned when she licked all over his tip, slowly with the tip of her tongue. Next, she took him inside the bedroom without releasing her hold off his penis. She took the wine from his hand and guided him to the bed. Prince went to his back, aching for her to use her wet mouth again. Her actions were in fact “something different, ” and the excitement showed itself between his legs. A new twist sped up his heart rate when he felt a leather strap being secured to his wrist. Once in place, he could only lift his hand an inch or so off the bed. He willingly gave her his other wrist to the leather strap, placing him in bondage. His legs were spread apart, and his ankles were placed in the leather straps, leaving him naked and spread-eagle.

  Prince broke the rule and moaned Leshaun’s name when he felt a feather skimming up the rise of his dick. “Please don’t tease me, baby.” He strained at the straps, wanting to break free so he could fuck Leshaun. His needs were met when he felt her lift his dick up to her lips. For the next four minutes, she jacked and sucked up and down on his dick while lying beside him. He chanted her name and gave praise of her special talent with her mouth. His breathing raced when he felt her getting on top. A shift of her weight come to no surprise that she planned to ride him. He jerked his ass off the bed when she pulled his dick toward her pussy. It slid in, raw and deep.

  “Ooohhh, Leshaun. Ride it, baby. Bounce that sweet pussy on my dick.” He yearned to see her chocolate breasts jumping and that sexy look that changed her face.

  He moaned under her as she forcibly bounced her soaked womb on his penis. Her nails left marks on his chest. She reached back and felt how his long dick slid in and out of her.

  “Yesss! Pussy sooo good!” he moaned. “I’m gonna cum, baby! Aaahh it’s so good!”

  She sped up. Throwing herself up and down, her hands braced on his chest.