by Nicety
“Ah, shit.” I stuck my dick so far in her asshole she would be tasting the tip of the head if I went any further.
“You sure love cumming in me. Don’t you baby?” Sunset licked her lips as I backed out of her and she wrapped her lips around my dick, sucking out what was leftover.
The way I fucked her a nigga would think that I loved her. But I’m going to keep on fucking her like I love her. I’m gonna keep her busting cause she take this dick. And, I’m going to keep on licking cause she love that shit. That’s what she needed to keep her in line.
“Aye, I’ve gotta go though. But you go get my motherfucking kids and bring them home. When I get back here for dinner later, you’d better have my kids in this house. You hear me?” I demanded rising to my feet from the floor, fixing my jeans back around my waist.
“Yeah, I hear you,” Sunset replied glumly. “What do you want for dinner, baby?”
“Lasagna. Hook that up baby.” With a small forehead kiss, I was rushing to the door. “Aye, go get my motherfucking kids, Sunset. I ain’t playing with you.”
“I’m about to leave as soon as I clean up baby.” Sunset stood snatching up her clothes off the floor. “Baby, I know what you said but that doesn’t stop me from loving you still.”
“Yeah, I hear you shawty,” I smirked before opening the door. “I’m out.”
Chapter 5
An Hour Later
Sunset
Momma stood on the porch with her hands on her hips, her pink flowered polyester housedress blowing in the cool summer breeze. Her read silk bonnet covered her rollers underneath. I didn’t have the heart to even turn and look her in the eye. From the way that I rushed in to get the kids ready to leave, she knew something was wrong. I had shielded my tears from her for so long now, she could automatically tell when they were pouring out of me on the inside. Still, I wasn’t willing to talk to her about it because I already knew what she was going to say. I didn’t have time to listen to her ‘I told you so’s’.
“Well you know they can stay whenever you’re ready Sunset. I don’t mind keeping my grandbabies now that I’m retired,” She yelled out, reminding me that she was usually bored and lonely at her house since I moved out.
“I know momma. But J’s got something planned for the kids tonight. I’ll bring them back this weekend for you. Okay?” I hopped in the driver’s seat, revving up the car before shutting the door.
“Yep,” she sighed heading back inside as I pulled off.
She had retired no less than two weeks ago from the light company, having been there over thirty-five years. She worked there ever since she had me when she was twenty years old. Momma called me her little blessing cause she didn’t think she could have kids until I came along. After she and my daddy broke up she married Ken and they have been together ever since. But Ken was a truck driver who was always on the road with no plans to retire anytime soon. So that left her with a ton of time on her hands.
“Yeah momma,” I answered the phone pressing the speakerphone button before setting it down in the next seat.
“Now you know I ain’t one to get in your business, baby. But Sunset Abigail Richmond, you have got to leave this man alone pumpkin. He’s toxic,” she paused. “Hell, I’m just gonna come out and say it. The nigga ain’t shit.”
“Momma,” I winced loudly.
“No ‘cause you know I ain’t lying. Why do you keep taking yourself through this shit with him? You see he’s never gonna leave that girl he’s with.” She was right but I’d be damned if I admitted it.
“We’re fine momma. I’m good with what we have. Besides, I have his kids. Eventually he’ll come around and see this is where he ants to be.”
“Listen here girl, I didn’t raise you to sit around waiting on no man to figure out your worth. If he can’t see how important you are in his life then he doesn’t deserve you pumpkin.”
Silently my tears fell from my eyes almost as quickly as the rain fell on my windshield. I couldn’t take talking to someone who was going to smack me with the truth like that. At the red light, I lowered my head refusing to let out any moans of sorrow clenching my lips together tightly so she wouldn’t hear my pain. As I brought my eyes back up to the honking traffic, I pulled off wiping my face clean.
“I’m gonna be alright momma.”
“No you ain’t. You’re not alright right now. You think I don’t know you, Sunset, but you’re my child. How am I not supposed to know you?” She sighed into the phone. “Do you want me to call your daddy? You know he’ll come over there and fuck him up real quick and set him straight.”
“Oh my God. No momma. Don’t do that shit. I didn’t need daddy to fight my battles back in the day and I for damn sure don’t need his ass to do shit for me now.” My lip curled over as my sorrow quickly turned into disgust.
“’Cause you know he’ll do it. Now your daddy may not be shit but he’ll still ride for his baby girl when he needs to.”
“I guess, momma. Listen, you’re breaking up. You know when I get to this side of town my phone always loses reception. So if I lose you—“ I hit the end button to disconnect the call as I shook my head tossing my phone back down in my Dooney purse.
I couldn’t deal with her. My eyes drenched my cheeks like waterfalls. I couldn’t pull myself together at all. Luckily both of the kids were asleep in the backseat giving me time to release some much needed stress through my tears. My heart was breaking. I had built this fence guarded by rabbit pit bulls around my heart for so long that I didn’t even notice when someone had breached the perimeter. Jeremiah had been the only man to ever get me in my feelings. He had me hooked on him like crack cocaine, lost in his lies.
My foot slammed on the brake causing my heart to pump beyond belief. My eyes bulged out of my head as the car spun out of control. All I could think about was dying like this without having lived a full life. My kids would have their lives ripped from them in an instant. I swerved in and out of traffic dodging car after car praying to God for some way out of this situation. Sweat formed on my palms dripping in fear. The sound of the rain beating against the car only assured me that I should’ve been paying better attention to the road rather than being caught up in my feelings.
And, then it stopped. The car came to a halt in the middle of a 4-way intersection. Thankfully the cars around me were being more cautious than I was and were waiting for my car to stop spinning before they drove around me. I didn’t hit anything. The car was intact. I checked the backseat making sure the kids were okay. They were still fast asleep unaware that our lives almost ended just then.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, I pulled off slow as fuck heading back down the street towards my house. My heart was still beating wildly as I tried to calm myself. But I couldn’t focus on the near death experience I had almost had because I had to hurry and get home to make dinner before Jeremiah showed up. There was no need to call Cesar to cancel our date. Me standing him up would be message enough. I couldn’t get with him. Jeremiah would never let that happen. He would never let me go and the sad part was…I didn’t know if I wanted him to. Sigh.
Bianca
Most people hated Mondays, especially rainy ones. But I loved them. I loved them because while everyone was weaving in and out of traffic playing the rat race to get to work and get home, I was at home enjoying the fruits of my labor. My shop, Styles Most Wanted, was closed on Sundays and Mondays. But better believe that when we were open, we were booked. People had to book their appointments two weeks in advance to get in one of our chairs. I was blessed to be only twenty four years old owning my own business. One of Jeremiah’s barbershops was right next door and that’s how we met.
I got my cosmetology license right out of high school so my momma surprised me with helping me get my own shop. Who needed college when you were handed your own business of something that you loved to do? Needless to say that my hair stayed flawlessly laid. Styles Most Wanted had twelve booths, four wash stations, and just this y
ear thanks to my baby we have expanded to a full spa downstairs offering full body massages and waxes. We had a prime location in Bridgeview, IL, the south suburb where we had recently bought a house as well. We weren’t rich but we were paid. I was quickly nudged up out of my daydream of my success by the doorbell.
“Who is it?” I asked pressing the button on the intercom, checking the camera for a visual of who was standing at my door.
“It’s me cuz. Open the door chick.”
I couldn’t even believe this shit. What the fuck was she doing here? My attention shot over to the clock checking for the time. It was fifteen minutes to 8pm. Jeremiah would be coming in soon. I was planning a romantic evening for just us two and that didn’t include a third wheel. Thoughts already circled through my head on what I could tell her to get rid of her so she wouldn’t ruin my night. Reluctantly, I opened the door.
“What’s good cuz? What are you doing here?” I asked unenthusiastically.
“Girl, I need a reason to come visit my favorite cousin?” Damita stumbled in dragging three duffle bags of shit behind her.
“What the fuck is this, Damita?” I pointed to her baggage.
“Oh this? This is, um, my stuff.” She scratched her head profusely responding vaguely.
“No shit. I can see that it’s your shit but why are you bringing that shit up in here?”
She looked at me with the puppy dog watery eyes. My lips curled over as my arms crossed in front of my body waiting for her to explain. Damita had that look in her eye like she expected me to already know and sympathize with whatever situation she had going on. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wasn’t into the business of taking care of grown motherfuckas and she knew that about me so I don’t even know why she tried to pull this shit for real.
“Cuz, I need your help?” Damita lowered her eyes to the floor.
“What have you gotten yourself into now, Damita? I see you’ve deleted your Facebook page and shit. So what the fuck is up?”
“B, I just need a place to stay. You know my momma left me down in Atlanta by myself with all them bills and shit. I couldn’t handle it. I need a little help.”
“Ugh,” I sighed heavily. “But you were stripping and flashing all this money on your page though. So you were paid. What the fuck you do with all that money?” I asked as I shut the door behind her.
“Girl, I was paying off all that back rent and shit my momma left me with. What the fuck? My car wasn’t even shit, B. How did you think I was balling out of control or some shit?”
“Okay but don’t you have to go to work? What you quit your job?” I felt like I was scolding my child or something.
“No…I got fired.”
“Fired! Damita, strippers don’t get fired boo boo.”
“The boss got tired of me fighting motherfuckas up in there and after 4 years of shaking my ass for him, the son of a bitch fires me like I was nothing. Can you believe that? Eh, if you ask me, he’s the one that’s going to be missing out on dough with this ass. Am I right?” Damita turned to the side pointing to her Nicki Minaj booty.
My head shook in disbelief but more so because I was a little jealous that mine wasn’t as nearly as big as hers and we had virtually the same blood. Maybe it was from her daddy’s side of the family, I guess. I shrugged it off, heading towards the bedroom to slip on some jeans over my panties. She came at the worst possible time in the world, just when I was trying to reconnect with my man.
“Well, my momma has an extra bedroom. Why didn’t you call her first?” I asked returning back to the living room buttoning my pants up.
“I did. How the fuck do you think I got your address?” Damita was stuck in the same place with her bag straps hanging off her arms. “She was leaving out for work and told me she wasn’t about to reopen her doors because she was already late. So she gave me your address, saying you had plenty of room. And, looking around at this beautiful house you’ve got here, I’m sure you do. Damn, Bianca. This is really a nice house. You all bougie out here living in Bridgeview and shit.”
What the hell? I didn’t hear shit past the fact that my momma pawned her off on me real smooth. That old lady thought it was sweet to offer out my fucking place all because she didn’t want to deal with Damita and her baggage. Wait until I speak to her motherfucking ass. I had a few choice words for her that she damn sure wouldn’t like. Ain’t that a bitch?
“Listen, B. I know what you’re thinking. No, I won’t be in the way and as soon as I find a good job up here I will surely pay you something until I’m able to get my own place.” Damita moved closer to me taking both of my hands in hers. “Please, B. I need your help.”
The look on her face read of seriousness. I was never one to kick someone when they were down but I swear I didn’t need this shit. It was hard to know if I could trust her, after all she was a stripper but she was also my cousin. And, family never did family dirty. At least that was the rule. But since we were always so close, I felt like helping her wouldn’t be so bad. She never gave me a reason not to trust her in the past so I couldn’t condemn her for something she had never had a track record of.
“Alright, Damita. You can stay. But of course, I’ve only got a couple of rules,” I stated as she jumped up and down hugging me tightly.
“Yes, yes anything.”
“Don’t be having your underwear everywhere. My man lives here too. Don’t sit on your ass freeloading without cleaning up after yourself and looking for a job so you can get up on your feet. And…”
“Yeah, I got you. You don’t even have to say it. I would never do you like that B. Don’t you know me better than that? You’re like the sister that I never had.” Damita kissed my cheek pulling me in for another embrace. “I love you girl.”
“Love you too cuz.”
Damita abandoned her bags heading immediately for the side by side refrigerator snatching out the big bowl of green grapes sitting in there, setting them on the counter before devouring them. She popped them in her mouth one after the other as if she hadn’t eaten in years. The way that I side eyed her was an unspoken indication to her that she had better not eat me out of house and home neither. Her gradually increasing shy smile informed me that she got the message. Heading back towards my bedroom, I thought about how much fun it might be to have someone around during the times I was alone when Jeremiah was gone.
“Hey, why did you call me before you came here? You could’ve asked me yourself if you could stay here,” I called out from the room.
“Oh, uh, I had to get rid of it. Left it back in the apartment in Atlanta. Just trying to get a fresh start. Ya know?”
Chapter 6
Friday
Damita
Man, this shit is so whack. Being back in Chicago was the shit. I couldn’t even remember why I didn’t stay and try to pursue my career here rather than go all the way to Atlanta to be disappointed. Guess I’m glad I didn’t go to high price ass New York or Cali, or else I’d really be fucked up. I scrolled up to the top of the Indeed website on my new Android prepaid phone, searching for a damn job. Nothing was out there worth giving my time to. Any job was better than no job. But I just couldn’t see myself going from $400 a night at the club to barely $500 a month at some shit like Burger King or Wendy’s.
Bianca and Jeremiah slept in late as fuck even when they were supposed to be up and out opening their shops up. I was kind of jealous that they both had established careers and here I was squatting in their guest room. It was bullshit. But life wouldn’t keep this good girl down forever. Worst case scenario, if I couldn’t find a decent paying job I was just going to hook up with some of the local strippers and try to get on with them. I was done with clubs. Private parties were where the money was in Chicago.
They were so fucking lucky, Bianca and Jeremiah. The had a big beautiful four bedroom house in a prominent neighborhood and both drove his and hers Lexus’. I thought about finding someone to settle down with and building something with. Then again, the very
thought of dealing with another man that caught feelings for me made vomit rise to the back of my throat. Sometimes being alone isn’t a bad thing for some people. Some bitches deserve to be alone or only be the side chick. That was me. That was my life. I’m just gonna party until I can’t for the rest of my life.
The doorbell began to ring in the front wildly. I had only been here a few days but I wasn’t in the business of answering nobody else’s door unless asked to. It kept ringing and ringing driving me insane. The shit forced me up out of my bed heading into the hall to see if one of them had pried themselves away from the other long enough to answer the door. Since they hadn’t, I skated to the door to check out who was losing their minds on the bell button.
“Who the fuck is it?” I asked looking through the peephole not recognizing the nigga standing on the opposite side of the door.
“Myking. Is J. here?” His deep voice had a hint of sexy in it as I watched him lick his full lips and lean into the door waiting for a response.
I was in my panties and t-shirt. It wasn’t something that I did often, walk around the house with no clothes on. But I was disturbed from the comfort of my own room. In a panic, I couldn’t figure out if I should run to the room to throw something on or open the door. I bounced back and forth struggling with what to do first before giving up. Fuck it. It was only ass and titties. We were all adults. Who hadn’t seen that before anyway?