by Linette King
I turned the TV on but it wasn’t working. That’s when I saw the note on the wall. “Only 39.99 for antennas.” I read out loud and shook my head. Oh these mufuckers trying to get over. I left back out the room, got a refund and left.
I drove until I came to a truck stop. I pulled in and took a nap. A few hours later I woke up, took a shower in the public restroom and left. Only a few more hours left to go and I’ll be in Atlanta.
I shot Meech a text message to let him know how far out I was and he responded with an address. I guess that’s where I’ll be staying.
Armani
I had no earthly idea what to do after Tamia and Armad left. On one hand I was excited to have another break, but on the other hand, I didn’t want Armad to get confused about who his mom was. Tamia spent more time with him than you know and I just don’t want to be forgotten. It wouldn’t be so bad if she spent the time with both of us. At least she’s not teaching him to call her mommy. She tells him that he’s Tt’s big boy.
They had been gone well into the night and I figured I’d get out on the town. I haven’t had the chance to experience the night life here yet, so why not get out now. I drew me a hot bath and poured my bath beads inside. As I stripped all of my clothes off, I stared at myself with pure disgust. Tamia was right, I do need to join a gym or something. Sure I just had a baby but damn, I had done let myself go. My hair wasn’t even done and that’s not like me at all! I shook my head as I slid my body in the hot water. I laid completely still as I let the hot water caress my body.
I could hear my phone ringing but I refused to get up and answer it. I couldn’t help but wish that Tamia and I were friends because maybe then, she and I could go out together. I could find a sixteen year-old and pay her to keep Armad.
First thing first, I need to find a job. The only thing I know how to do is fuck and twerk so I’m going to have to go to a strip club. I kind of wanted to go to school, but I don’t know if I will have help with Armad or not. It’s so stressful to try to be a mother and still have a life. Thank God for Tamia and Rashard because they do everything for us. I haven’t had to buy a single thing! Not that I would have the money to do so anyway, but still.
My phone started ringing as thoughts of me being broke filled my mind again. I climbed out of the tub and made my way to my phone without drying off. I left a trail of water all the way to the kitchen and back in the bathroom. I slid my finger across the screen to answer without looking at the phone.
“Damn I knew you missed daddy!” Dave said with a lust filled voice.
I frowned my face up and held my phone up to take him off of speaker phone when I realized he was Facetiming me. As soon as our eyes connected, the frown went away from my face. All those “I’ve changed” thoughts left my mind. He was still as sexy as he was the last time I seen him.
I didn’t respond to his statement. I stepped into the tub and held my IPhone high to give him a full view of my body. My clit started to tingle as he lowered the phone down to his lap. I could see his hard dick straining against his zipper as it tried to break free. Dave sat the phone down and I groaned loudly. When he picked it back up, I saw my favorite guy. Out of all of my sex partners and baby I’ve lost count, Dave is the most memorable. I don’t want to say he’s the best I’ve ever had because I can’t be too sure.
Dave and Amere are kind of neck to neck when it comes to being the best. They both have great head and awesome dick, but they lay the pipe in two different ways. Dave is always really aggressive. He slaps my ass cheeks, pulls my hair and slams into me. Then I have Amere who’s gentle with me. He grinds in the pussy. I cum like crazy with both of them, so I can’t really say which one is the best. If I could fuck both of them I would. My clit jumped at the thought of how they both handled me in the past.
My mouth watered as I watched Dave stroke his long, thick dick slowly. I licked my lips as I slid my hand down to my clit. I used my index and ring finger to my part lips as I inserted my middle finger slowly. I moaned softly as I tilted my head back against the back of the tub. I glanced at the screen lustfully and noticed Dave was watching me. He moaned out as well. I turned my phone so he could get a good view of what I was doing to myself.
“Where are you?” Dave asked with a husky voice.
I stopped what I was doing with an aggravated expression on my face. Shit I was just about to get off and he want to distract me. I hadn’t had a nut in 6 months!
“I’m home!” I said as I sighed dramatically. My water had gotten cold and my nut was gone. I let the water out of the tub and climbed out.
“I want you.” Dave said. I just stared at the phone with a stupid expression on my face.
“Nigga!” I said clearly frustrated.
I did not want to have one of those “who wants who” the most conversations right now. Maybe if he had let me catch my nut, I’d be a bit nicer.
“I’m in Atlanta.” He said calmly. My eyes got as big and as round as saucers as I looked at his serious facial expression.
I quickly gave him my address and hung up the phone. “No need to go out when the party is coming to me!” I cheered as I dried my body off.
I had stretch marks on my stomach from being pregnant and they looked horrible! I know Dave is used to me blemish free, so I started to get nervous. “Damn I gotta get myself together.” I said out loud. I lotioned my body and sprayed a few squirts of Amber Romance from Victoria’s Secret. It was my all-time favorite scent because it’s soft and subtle, yet it lasts.
Once I was done, I slipped on my sheer robe, a pair of heels I brought with me from Detroit and made my way to the living room. I desperately needed to calm my nerves for a night I’m sure I’d never forget.
Tamia
Armad and I ran the streets all day long. We went grocery shopping together then back home to put the groceries away. Then we went for a stroll on the beach. My mind was so preoccupied with him that I hadn’t realized that I hadn’t talked to my man all day. I shrugged it off as I loaded Armad in his seat so we could go home. There wasn’t much I needed from Armani because he had just as much stuff at my house as he did hers.
When we got home, I gave him a bath, fed him and put him down to sleep. I turned the digital baby monitor on so I could see him and hear him from the other room. I was completely drained and had no energy to call and fuss with Rashard for his lack of efforts today. The only thing I wanted to do was take a shower and fix me something simple to eat since I would more than likely be eating alone.
After my shower, I walked slowly through our new home. It was bigger and more beautiful than the last house he bought me, but what’s the point? We are hardly ever home and when I am here, I’m alone. I shook my head as I passed by a picture of us laughing. I remember the day of the photo shoot like it was yesterday.
“Baby why you want to take professional pictures?” Rashard asked as we got dressed. He was going to wear a turquoise polo shirt and jeans. I matched him by wearing a turquoise maxi dress.
“So we can hang them on the wall dummy.” I said with a smirk on my face. He mimicked me as he walked up behind me and placed his arms around my waist. I moaned out as he sucked softly on my neck. “Baby we gotta go.” I said lustfully as I tried to sidestep out of his embrace.
He stepped to the side with me and continued to hold me close.
“I love you.” He said and it shocked my soul! He had never said that to me before.
I didn’t know what to say back. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if I felt love or lust. I turned around to face him and kissed him on his lips.
“Oh yea?” I asked as I looked into his eyes.
He squeezed my ass cheeks and pulled me closer as he nodded his head. “If I was dating all of this.” I paused as I gestured to my body. “I’d love me too.” I continued and walked out of the door.
Rashard slapped me on the ass as he followed me out of the house. He shocked me again when he opened the passenger’s side door for me. “Another bitch better not be pr
egnant.” I thought to myself. I shook my head of the negative thoughts as I watched him walk around to the driver’s side of the car. He hopped in and we made it there in less than fifteen minutes.
I followed him inside of the building and we were shown to the room we would be taking pictures in. The photographer instructed us to relax and just have fun as he did his thing.
He took several pictures of us then turned the radio on. “She Got a Donk” remix by Nicki Minaj came blaring through the speakers. I instantly bent over and started bouncing my booty up and down. I halfway expected Rashard to start dancing too but he was in a trance. He walked up behind me and slid his arms around me. I stood up straight with a smile on my face as I continued to dance.
“You tryna get fucked right here?” Rashard asked with a serious expression on his face. I laughed and took a step forward. Rashard pulled me back to him roughly. “You feel him?” He asked as he positioned himself directly behind me.
“Yea.” I said then turned around to face him. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. “I’m going to take you behind that curtain and suck the skin off your dick.” I said loud enough for him to hear me over the music but not loud enough for the photographer to hear.
“Oh yeah?” He asked with his eyes big. I nodded my head and turned back around. “Right now?” He asked and I nodded my head. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the curtain.
“Bay?” I called out as I stopped him from pulling me. He stopped and looked at me with eyes filled with lust. “Got em!” I screamed then fell out laughing.
He scooped me up his arms as I laughed. He kissed my cheek and joined in on the laughter.
I continued to stare at the picture of us. It was my all-time favorite picture, but it wasn’t real. Sure enough the moment was real but this picture isn’t us. The smile on my face in the picture hasn’t been there in a long time. Hell, we haven’t even spent time together in a long time. I kind of want to fix our relationship, but I kind of want to just leave.
Rashard
I walked in the house and the smell of fried chicken invaded my nostrils. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as I followed the smell to the kitchen.
“What you cooking baby?” I asked as I took a seat at the counter. We had one of those island counters in the middle of the kitchen with three bar stools.
“Breaded chicken tenders, homemade macaroni and string beans.” She said to me.
I noticed her voice wasn’t laced with an attitude but she also didn’t turn around to talk to me.
She continued to busy herself at the stove, so I knew something was wrong. I wanted to wrap my arms around her to let her know I’m here, but I didn’t want her to want to fuck. A nigga was drained out from fucking with Natasia all damn day. I knew I hadn’t fucked Tamia in about three days though, so I know if I touched her, she will want some dick.
“You good?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. I held my breath as I waited for her to answer. It felt like she was taking forever to nod her damn head but she did. That let me know that she wasn’t good.
I had no choice but to walk up to her. I sent a silent prayer up that she wouldn’t want to fuck, because I don’t even know if my dick will stand up again today. Well at least not for the next two hours.
“Talk to me.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her body tightly.
She normally melted in my arms but this time, I felt her body tense up. I looked at her suspiciously because I know she ain’t know shit about what I was doing, so now I’m wondering what the fuck she been doing. I stared at her as I thought about why we haven’t had sex in a couple of days. “This bitch hasn’t tried to give me no pussy!” I thought to myself as I frowned my face up at her.
I raised her shirt up so I could slide my hand in her panties to do a pussy check. I needed to stick my finger in it to see if the shit was three days tight or if she had some this morning.
She grabbed my wrist tightly and flung my hand away from her. She looked up at me with a look of disgust on her face. Like I, Rashard mother fucking Peterson disgusts her! I don’t disgust no fucking body.
“What’s yo problem?!” I asked. I was beyond pissed that she didn’t let me touch what was supposed to had been my pussy.
“Armad here.” She said.
“Who gives a flying fuck T? He’s a baby! He not in here and if he was, he can’t see shit but shapes right now!” I snapped at her. I couldn’t believe she was coming at me with that bullshit ass reason!
I didn’t want to fuck her anyway but that’s beside the point! Since Tamia and I started fucking, she has never turned down the dick! Shit, this meat is what’s been keeping us together!
She pissed me off even more when she rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. She didn’t even respond to what I had said to her. I shook my head as I fought with myself. I needed to make sure I didn’t knock her little ass backwards because that’s exactly what I wanted to do.
“Keep being a hoe and you gone be a homeless hoe!” I snapped and walked out of the room.
I opened the front door then realized how wrong I was for saying that to her. I slammed the door shut and made my way back into the kitchen quietly.
I stood in the entrance and watched her finish preparing her meal like what just happened hadn’t even affected her. That let me know that she’s doing her own thing. Two can play that game though.
I left out of the house, hopped in my car and burned rubber on my way out of the driveway. “I ain’t got time for a bitch I can’t trust!” I said out loud to myself. I turned the radio on and began to jam. Chris Brown and Lil Wayne was right on time with this hit.
I wasn’t born last night
I know these hoes ain’t right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She’ll be mine by half time, I’m the shit, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
You all about her and she’s all about hers
Birdman junior in this bitch, no flamingo
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
I bobbed my head to the beat because these hoes really ain’t loyal! I bought the bitch not one but two houses! I bought her back stabbing ass best friend a condo and I take care of both of them bitches and what she do? Go hop in the next nigga’s bed. It’s cool though.
I made my way downtown to the Diamonds of Atlanta strip club. Man, it be some bad bitches in there! People think Magic City is the hottest but they’re sleeping on these diamonds.
I pulled up in the parking lot and got out of my ride. I made my way casually through the doors. Every time I walk in it’s like my first time. The inside of the club has a jaw dropping theme every time you enter it. They have all black leather reclining chairs and all black leather sectionals. Then the stage! Man the stage got so many poles on it, I don’t know which bitch I should make it rain on! There isn’t a single clock anywhere that I could see and I know exactly why they did it. They want you to come in and lose track of time. Shit by the time you leave, you won’t have a clue what time it was or how much money you spent.
I made my way to get singles and then walked around until I spotted Meech. I walked up to his VIP section and dapped everybody up that were sitting there.
“Aye lemme holla at you fam.” Meech said. He signaled for the chicks that were sitting on both sides of him to get up. I could tell they had an attitude about being sent on their way, but it was time to talk business. Whenever it was time to talk business, the hoes had to go.
“What’s up?” I asked once they were out of the section.
He poured himself a shot so I took that time to study my surroundings. I
hadn’t really been out since we’ve been here since, I’ve been either at home or Natasia’s house.
We were in the VIP section alone with the exception of two body guards that stood at the entrance to prevent anyone from entering without permission. They were big, bulky niggas too and one of them had a fade with a tail in the back. That bitch was long as fuck too. I shook my head and scanned the crowd. I noticed a pack of over the top niggas that stood in front of the stage. They caught my attention because they weren’t throwing any money. One of them was kind of off to side. I quickly looked away when his eyes traveled to this VIP section. I instantly knew something was about to go down, but I didn’t know what. I left my piece in the car so I was in this bitch naked, about to get caught up in some shit I don’t have shit to do with.
“My cousin on his way down here. I’m gone put him on. He used to do his thang on the coast but he fell off after he moved.” Meech said to me. I just nodded my head because I don’t know why I needed to know that shit.
Meech is the boss of his crew and it feel like he’s running shit by me right now.
“It’s your call.” I said as I looked back out at the crowd.
“You think it’s a smart move?” Meech asked.
That is the reason why he hasn’t been able to take over Atlanta. When you running shit, you don’t look to the next mufucker to tell you what kind of moves you’re making.
“I don’t know buddy, you do. Ask yourself that.” I said without looking at him.
The guys had begun to split up.
“Aye you know them?” I asked and pointed in their direction.
I looked at Meech and his ass poured another shot first. By the time he looked up, they were no longer together.