by Lucinda John
“Where you going?” Hennessy asked, standing in the doorway.
“Out.” I kept it brief while I brushed my wet hair.
My waves had a 360 effect as they rippled around my head with precision. The depth of each wave was so crisp that you needed to take a dose of Dramamine every time you looked at them. Taking pride in my waves, I made sure I took good care of my hair. If I wasn’t brushing my waves, then I was rocking a du-rag.
“You missed my birthday yesterday, though.” She smacked her lips.
“Oh, yeah.” Reaching over to the blue gift box, I picked it up and handed it to her. “Happy belated birthday.” I shrugged.
“You told me to go out and hang out with my friends!” Henny snapped, tossing the box on the bed.
“I told your dumb ass not to buy that fucking outfit, but you had to test my fucking gangsta! You so fucking hardheaded! You think that slut ass shit you got on is cute?” Putting on my pants, I threw on a tank top before sliding a pair of white socks on my feet.
“I’m sorry,” she pouted. “I just wanted to be on some grown and sexy shit for my birthday, that’s all.”
Walking over to the closet, I pulled out all the grown and sexy options she had to choose from. Hennessy had a closet filled with clothes, some of which she never wore. Every time she purchased an outfit, she wouldn’t leave until she had shoes to match. The fact that she was sitting in my face, talking that bullshit had me fired up.
“Why the fuck you messing with my clothes?” she shrieked as I threw all of her new clothes on the bed.
“All this shit you had to wear, but you go back to the fucking mall after I bought you these clothes to purchase the one outfit I said not to. Fuck outta here, man.” Tossing my shirt over my shoulder, I placed my studs in each ear before putting a watch around my wrist.
“I had my mind made up on the outfit,” Hennessy replied, hanging her head.
“I would have respected it if you purchased it while I was there, but to go behind my back and buy that shit… bruh, you foul as fuck.”
“You just got back in town, bae. Are we really going to sit here and argue about an outfit?” Reaching deep in her crotch, she attempted to pull the shorts out of her pussy. Them motherfuckers were so short and tight that she could barely pull them out of her ass.
“That’s why I’m about to leave.” Walking over to my shoe rack, I picked up a pair of white Air Force Ones. No matter how many pairs I had, I always purchased some fresh ones since I was always rocking a pair.
“You must be about to go to a hoe house.” Hennessy smacked her lips the moment I sprayed some cologne.
“Yup, maybe that hoe will listen since my bitch can’t!” I taunted her.
Henny should know me better than that. I had no time for these hoes; she was all the woman I needed.
“Don’t get fucked up.” She ran up and gripped me around the waist.
“Get off me, man.” I tried to pry her hands off me, but when she jumped up on me, she wrapped both her arms and legs around me.
“Please, baby, don’t go,” she whispered while kissing me on the neck. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Dragging her tongue down my neck, she began to suck on my chest.
“I’m not fucking with you today.” Gripping my bottom lip between my teeth, I looked down at my broad.
As always, the aqua blue weave that hung down her back was on point. Henny had this thing with blue hair. No matter what shade she rocked, it always looked sexy against her warm complexion.
“Why you can’t be mad at me in the room? Why you gotta walk out the house looking all sexy and shit?”
“The same way you went out showing these niggas my shit,” I countered.
“I said I’m sorry, dang!” She frowned.
“Yeah, alright. I’m out. Catch you later.” Pulling Henny off me, I tossed her on the bed then walked out.
With the speed of lightning, Hennessy hopped off the bed and ran past me. With her body pressed against the front door, she blocked me in.
“I don’t feel like playing with you today, man.” I groaned, running my hands over my waves.
“Then sit your ass down.”
Looking over to where the pool of throw up was, I noticed it was no longer there. The air that once smelled like hot garbage was now filled with the fresh scent of whatever cleaner Henny used to clean up her mess.
“I got moves to make.” Towering over Hennessy, I could have easily moved her out of my way, yet I stood there as if she had me stuck.
“I just want to lay up with you. I didn’t get no birthday dick, and I need a fix. Come play in this pussy, daddy,” she purred in a sultry tone.
Placing my hands on her top, I ripped it off her body before doing the same with her shorts.
“Disrespect me again if you want to.” With my hand around Henny’s neck, I hoisted her against the door while filling her up with dick.
“Fuck!” I groaned the moment I slid in.
Hennessy’s pussy stayed hot and ready for me. There was no need to play with that. Fat ma stayed dripping for daddy.
Hiking one of her legs over my shoulders, I pinned her against the door, forcing her to take the punishment I was giving her with this dick.
“Ouuuuu, daddy!” she cried, clawing at my shoulders.
“You so fucking hardheaded! Why you don’t listen, huh?” I questioned while I stroked her moist center until my dick connected with her spot.
“I… don’t… knooooooooooow!” she panted out.
“Alright, bet.” Tossing her other leg over my shoulder, I cupped her ass as I bounced her up and down on my dick.
The force of my pelvis thrusting against hers caused Henny to bump her head against the door. Carrying her over to the couch, I pulled my dick out then started eating her pussy. Forming my tongue into a scoop, I hungrily sucking in all her juices.
“Shiiiiit!” She scooted her ass away from my tongue.
Locking my mouth around her clit, I sucked on her sensitive flesh until I felt her legs trembling. After years of learning Hennessy’s body, I knew how to make her cream effortlessly. Just as she was about to cum in my mouth, I flipped her over on her stomach and fucked her until her juices stained the couch.
“Come catch this nut.” Taking a seat on the couch, I waited for Henny to skillfully wrap her plump lips around my dick.
“Suck that shit, ma.” I huffed, gripping the back of her head.
The sound of Henny gagging on my dick turned a nigga on. I hated classy head. If snot and tears ain’t running down your face, then you ain’t sucking the dick right.
“Damn, like that.” Digging my toes deep into the carpet, I couldn’t contain myself as Henny deepened the suction on my dick. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked my dick with purpose. Shorty knew I was mad, and with her mouth, she pleaded for me to forgive her.
“Fuck! Got damn!” With my hand tangled in her weave, I held her down while I filled her mouth with nut.
Opening her mouth, Henny showed me my babies that danced on her tongue before allowing them to spill on my dick. Then she hopped on and started riding the fuck out of me. With her feet planted on the couch, she whirled her hips around while she bounced on my dick until I made up my mind that all was forgiven.
“Slow down, ma.” Clenching her thighs, I tried to slow down her movements.
“I’m about to cum again, daddy,” she belted out.
Pulling one of her titties in my mouth, I sucked on her nipples until her cum was running down my dick, and mine was coating the walls of her cervix.
“I love my gifts,” Henny cooed as she gazed down at her wrist.
Three hours of fucking on and off had a nigga tired as fuck. Nights of me sitting up watching porn and shit had a nigga doing nasty shit. Being with Hennessy, I had to stay on my toes, especially since she was used to fucking with older niggas.
The aroma of the high grade I had blazing suffocated the room as I vibed with my bitch. We were fresh out of the shower, chilling in bed na
ked. With my head nestled between her legs, I puffed on a blunt while Henny stroked my waves. She was so obsessed with my waves that she made sure she kept me on point with taking care of them.
“I’m about to hit the block for a few,” I coughed out.
“Nah, we chilling today,” Hennessy stated.
“Alright, you the boss, shorty.” I chuckled.
“Never forget it, too.” Kissing me on the forehead, Henny wrapped her legs around my chest.
“Order some pizza and wings. A nigga hungry as fuck.” Reaching for my PS4 controller, I decided to engage in a few games on 2K since we were in the crib for the day.
“Anything for you, daddy,” Henny cooed, causing my dick to brick up.
“Come handle this for me.” I nodded down at my dick, which was now standing at attention.
Unwrapping her legs from around my waist, Henny slithered from underneath me onto the ground then pulled my dick into her mouth. While I played the game, Henny busied herself by topping off the head she gave me earlier.
“Got damn ma, Imma have to cop you another birthday gift… shit!” I huskily breathed out.
“ Y ou got that for me, bitch?” Alice asked as she took a seat in the furry pink chair in front of me.
“I got it,” I replied while reaching for the envelope that was in the bottom drawer of my workstation. “You got my money?” Popping the gum that I was chewing on, I placed the envelope on top of my pink nail table. With my hands securing the envelope, I waited for my money.
Reaching into her bra, Alice pulled out a roll of bills then handed it to me. Unraveling the bills, I made sure I had the entire hundred she owed me before handing her the fake pay stubs I created for her. Miami had put me up on game a few years back on how to falsify documents with precision, making them look real. Using that as my hustle, any documents you needed, if you had the bread, I could create them for you.
“Good looking out, bitch! I just got me a cute little job at the hospital, making decent money. Now these motherfuckers want to lower my stamps.”
“How much they cut from you?” I asked.
“Girl, I went from getting six hundred and fifty dollars down to three hundred! They just don’t know how rough it is living in South Florida with three kids to take care of, especially since they no good ass daddies ain’t paying child support like they supposed to! Shit, I’m gon’ make sure I get all mine. Fuck they thought.” While Alice went off, I prepared my acrylic powder to start on her nails.
“I know that’s right,” I hummed. “How you getting your nails done today?”
“Let me get long, coffin nails. The design and colors are all on you. Do how you do, and slay these nails, ma,” Alice replied, giving me the okay to freestyle her nails.
I loved when my clients trusted me enough to let me do me when it came to their nails. Doing nails was my passion; I took my job very seriously. To me, getting your hair and nails done was a big part of a being woman. Although you didn’t need either to be beautiful, getting them done was a cute way to express yourself.
“Ouuu damn, he fine as fuck!” the customer who sat at the station next to mine uttered with lust in her voice.
Unfazed by the nigga who had the whole shop in a frenzy, I kept my head down as I focused on Alice’s full set. The smooth stroke of my brush coated her long nails in the shimmery pink acrylic powder with ease. Just as I was about to move on to the next nail, I felt someone towering over me. Annoyed, I looked up, ready to curse a motherfucker out for invading my personal space until I realized it was Miami.
“Wassup with your phone, shorty?” he asked, licking his full lips as he placed a container of food on the mini table that was next to my nail table.
“That shit dead. My fucking charger broke, I was about to grab another on my lunch break,” I sweetly sang.
With googly eyes, I stared up at Miami with a goofy smile plastered on my face. It was something about his fine ass that kept me on my toes. It was as if every day, I fell more in love with him. The sight of him still caused butterflies to swarm my stomach while my heart swelled with love. I was sprung off this nigga, and he knew that shit, too. Placing his hand on the back of my chair, he lowered his lips to mine for a kiss.
“I’ll be right back.” After kissing me again, he backed away until he was out of the door.
“My bad, girl. I didn’t know that was you.” The same customer who was lusting over him apologized.
“It’s cool. Daddy did walk in here looking fine as fuck.” I proudly beamed.
Miami still had the same basic dress code he had in high school, yet he was so swaggy. He was the only nigga I knew who could make a six dollar shirt from the corner store look designer.
While the shop returned to the normal chattering, I kept quiet as I concentrated on Alice’s nails. Since today was Nookie’s day off, I kept my lips sealed, only speaking when I was spoken to. I didn’t fuck with any of the other nail techs who worked at the shop. All those hoes were messy as fuck, and that was some shit I wanted no parts of. I kept a casual relationship with Nookie’s sister, Rita, because she was the owner, but even our relationship was strictly on a business tip.
“Bitch, you did that!” Alice squealed, examining her nails.
“You know how I do.” I chuckled. “Make sure you take a picture and send it to me.”
“I gotchu, boo.” Alice grinned while waving her hands around in the air.
Collecting my cash from her, I slipped it in my bag before cleaning up my workstation. I had four more appointments for the day, and then I was done.
“I don’t want to hear shit about your phone dying at work.” Miami startled me when he placed an AT&T bag in front of me.
“What you did, buy up all the chargers?” I chuckled as I shuffled through the bag. There were at least seven chargers inside.
“Yeah, since you got a problem keeping your phone charged.”
“Shut up.” I playfully nudged him.
Taking one of the chargers out of the bag, I plugged my phone up before locking up the rest along with my personal items. These bitches loved touching shit that didn’t belong to them, which was why I made sure I purchased a file cabinet to store my belongings.
“What time you think you gon’ be out of here?” Miami asked.
“Why? You got some hoe you tryna slide up on?” Twisting my lips, I gazed up at his fine ass, inhaling the cologne and weed mixture that penetrated his skin. Behind his long, full lashes, I peeped that his eyes were low, letting me know he was high as fuck.
“Stop playing with me, shorty. You know you the only bitch I’m fucked up about.” Miami grinned, forcing me to blush.
“I got four more appointments then I’m done. I’ll call you when I start on my last client.”
“Alright, you good? You need anything?”
“Some weed.” Poking my lips out, my long, thick, mink lashes fluttered up at him.
“There you go with that damn face.” Removing the pre-rolled blunt from behind his ear, Miami handed it to me.
“Thank you, daddy,” I flirted, licking my full lips in preparation for a kiss. “Gimme kiss.”
Wrapping my arms around Miami’s neck, I snuck my tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of the mint gum he was chewing on. My heart began to palpitate as we engaged in a passionate kiss that was so strong my coochie started begging for attention. The wetness in my panties told me it was time for a quickie. Detaching my lips from his, I was tempted to ask him to roll to the back with me, so he could bend me over, until I spotted my client, Dana, walking through the door.
“Damn, man.” I huffed. Hating that the one time I needed Dana’s always running late ass to be late, she flipped the fucking switch and was on time.
“Shorty, you got my dick hard as fuck right now.” Miami discreetly adjusted himself.
“I got you later, daddy. Unless you want to handle that now,” I challenged.
“Nah, do your thing. Hit me up when you ready for me to slide thr
ough.”
“Alright, baby, be safe.”
“Always.” Kissing me on the lips once more, Miami swaggered his way out of the door with all eyes on him.
“Girrrrrrrrrrrl!” Rita exaggeratedly fanned herself. “Do that nigga got an older brother? Daddy? Uncle? Cuz shit, I’m tryna see something.” She chuckled, causing a few people to agree, while the others chuckled.
“Nah, there’s only one Miami. There’s no other nigga out here like him.” Puffing my chest out with pride, I spoke highly of my nigga.
Unlike Kenny, Miami didn’t have me out here looking stupid. In the five years that we’d been together, no bitch has ever come up to me on some woman to woman type of shit. My baby was a low key, stay out the way type of nigga, and I loved that shit about him.
“I know that’s right. Let them hoes know!” Rita snapped her fingers.
Ignoring Rita’s outburst, I waved Dana over so I could start on her nails. Since Dana was a kindergarten teacher, she kept her nails short and simple. It didn’t take much to please her. Pulling out my phone, I made sure my next client was on the way. I needed her ass seated and waiting for me by the time I completed Dana’s full set. A bitch had a big, hard, dick waiting on me at home. The sooner I completed my work schedule for the day, the sooner I could be flipped over on my hands and knees, receiving back shots.
“What you feel like eating tonight?” I asked while I pushed the shopping cart down the aisle.
“That pussy,” Miami growled in my ear.
With my back pressed against his front, he walked close behind me, sprinkling kisses on my neck while I grabbed groceries for the house. Thanks to some powder head who wanted to score drugs, Miami was able to get a food stamp card with a six hundred dollar balance. After filling our deep freezer with meat from Broward Meat Market, we were now at Walmart buying snacks and other shit we needed.
“Be serious, Miami.” Playfully rolling my eyes, I reached for a box of chicken ramen Noodles.