Even More Wifey Status

by Racquel Williams

  “Ouch, take it easy down there. These things are delicate, you know,” he said while letting out a long moan.

  I knew he was getting aroused. His cock was standing firm in his drawers. I led him over to the queen-sized bed and pushed him down on his back. This was easier than I thought. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his legs out with his help. I then got on my knees on the carpet, looked him in the eyes like I was in love with him, licked my lips, and kissed the tip of his cock. Even though I didn’t love this lame-ass nigga, I sure love me a big cock. I allowed my lips to slide over his dark caramel cock. I had to close my eyes to keep myself from laughing and let out one of my signature fake moans, just to let him know I was doing this for my pleasure. I sucked his cock head into my mouth and allowed my tongue to tease the tip. I opened my eyes and looked up at him in my sexiest I-love-your-cock look. This nigga had his eyes closed, mouth wide open, moaning like a bitch. As soon as my inner Superhead was starting to come out, I felt this nigga’s hand gripping my hair with force.

  “Ouch! No, no.”

  However, he did not stop. He pulled me up off my knees, so I stood up with him, looked him dead in the eyes, and thought to myself, This is how you wanna play it? I gave him a wicked smile, smacked him across the face, and pushed him against the wall. I turned around and took his cock in my hand, bent over, and took his cock head and rubbed from my clit upward until it got right at my pussy hole. I eased myself back on it just a little, looked back at him a little, taunting him. Just as if he was on command, he grabbed my hips. I could feel him pushing his hard black cock into my wet, high-maintenance pussy. He had no idea that this was my way of getting him into my world of madness and mayhem.

  He was stroking me, and I was throwing my ass back on him. I could admit this man had a big-ass cock, the type that can fill up the hole. I was enjoying myself a little too much. I had to regroup because I did not want to lose focus on the reason why he was in my hotel room in the first place.

  He slid his cock out and turned me around, picked me up, and threw me on the bed. He quickly spread my legs apart and slid his cock into my slippery wet hole. It was at that moment I felt the full wrath of his manhood. This was my cue to get it in, so I started to scream bloody murder. The more I screamed, the harder he fucked me.

  “No! No! Why you doing this to me?”

  “Baby, this is what you wanted. You asked for this cock, now open up and take it.”

  “I can’t. I don’t want to. Stop!” I pleaded.

  “I got you; just hold me. You asked for it, and I’m giving it to you. Oh shit, this pussy is so fucking wet. Damn, woman, I need this.”

  “I’m sorry, please stop. I can’t—please,” I mumbled with tears rolling down my face.

  “I love it when you beg me. You know how to turn a man on, and I’m about to bust. Aargh, aargh!”

  This fool done came all in my pussy. I got up and ran to the bathroom, where I got my Ziploc bag and let his come slowly drain out. I then took a swab and wiped my pussy and put both in a Ziploc bag and sealed it. Quickly, I placed it in my dirty clothes basket. I had to get it to my refrigerator as soon as this fool left. I slightly washed off, washed my hands, then I walked back in the room with tears rolling down my face. This nigga was lying on his back with a stupid grin plastered across his face along with his soft, wrinkled dick.

  “Hi, babe, how was it?”

  “I need you to go. I just want to be alone,” I demanded.

  “Damn, woman, you just used me, and then send me on my way?”

  “I said get out. I just want to be alone,” I said and threw his clothes at him.

  “Wow! Talk about split personalities. You need to get your ass checked. I know the dick is good, but I don’t think it should make you act like this.”

  I did not entertain that fool. I sat on the bed whimpering and shaking. I watched as he got dressed and left my room. I jumped up and wiped away my fucking tears. I should win the fucking trophy-of-the-year award, because that there was one of the best performances I’ve ever given. I made sure the door was locked and stripped the sheets off the bed, but not before I grabbed my recorder from under the pillow. I went to the bathroom and got my package and placed it in the refrigerator. Then I poured me a glass of wine and sat in my chair with the tape recorder in hand and thinking of my next big move.

  Chapter Four

  Sierra Rogers

  It’s crazy how our lives can change in the blink of an eye. One minute I was getting my man out of jail, and the next minute, I had a gun pointed in my face. I had a guardian angel watching over me that night, because out of the four shots that were fired, only one hit me. I could only give praise to the Man Above.

  Li’l Mo’ was on her way over. This was our first time chilling since I had been feeling better, so I was amped to see my right-hand bitch. We had so much to catch up on, and I definitely had things that I wanted to share with her. I knew she had my best interest at heart, and she was the only one that I could confide in.

  I heard the doorbell ring, and this time, I checked the peephole so I could see who was standing there. That bitch caught me slipping once. It wouldn’t happen a second time. It was Mo’ at the door, so I opened it.

  She stepped in, and we greeted each other with a hug. We held on to each other for a good minute. No words were needed; our long embrace explained it all. We finally let go and walked toward the living room. I knew she brought me some weed, even though I shouldn’t be smoking, and Alijah would have a fit if he ever found out that Mo’ brought me some. He already did not like her, and this would only make it worse.

  “I already rolled up so we can hit it real fast. You know your daddy might catch us,” she said jokingly while she took out a blunt and lit it up.

  “Yea, come on, then. Puff, puff, pass that ganja, gyal,” I said in my best imitation of Alijah’s accent.

  “Look at you, still greedy as hell. Ain’t nothin’ change.”

  We busted out laughing. These were the days that I missed, good old laughter with my ace. She passed me the blunt, and I hurriedly put it to my mouth like a dopefiend smoking that pipe. I missed smoking on some good herb. I took a few more pulls and gave it back; we ended up smoking the entire thing. I then went and brushed my teeth, put a few drops of Visine in my eyes, sprayed the room, and changed my clothes. I didn’t want Alijah to find out what I was doing behind his back.

  “So how you feeling?” Mo’ inquired.

  “I’m feeling much better. The pain is not as bad as it used to be. I am definitely getting my strength back.”

  “So I never got a chance to hear the full story of what happened. I only got bits and pieces from Alijah.”

  I sat beside her and told her everything that went down earlier in the day. I did not mention what I had to do to get Alijah out of jail. That was between Charles and I, and I will take that to my grave. I then told her about what happened after we got home, and I finished the story off about opening the door and getting shot.

  “So, did you see who shot you?”

  At that moment I wanted to lie to her, but I could not. We’ve been through too much.

  “Listen, Mo’, you my ace, so what I’m about to tell you is in confidence. You cannot tell this to anyone. You hear me, no one.” I looked her dead in the eyes so she could know how serious this was.

  “Damn, bitch, you acting like it’s top secret. And why the fuck you haven’t said anything before? You kno’ your man wants to know.”

  “Okay, it was that bitch-ass Shayna. She shot me.”

  “You are fucking playing, right?”

  “I am dead-ass serious. That bitch was standing on my doorstep with a gun in her hand aimed at me.”

  “So, what I don’t understand is why didn’t you tell the cops or Alijah.”

  “I did not want them to know. This bitch violated him. She transgressed against my ass, and I want to show her that I’m not to be fucked with.”

  “Really? So how you plan on doing
that?” she asked with a curious look plastered on her face.

  “The less you know, the better it will be for you. I don’t want you to get mixed up in this; plus, I need my baby’s godmother to be straight from all this mess.”

  “Bitch, spare me the speech. I am riding for you, with you, regardless. I just want you to think this out first. Don’t make no fucked-up moves. I’m here if you need me.”

  “I know you got me, and I appreciate that, but this is something that I have to handle on my own. I think about this bitch every fuckin’ second, and it’s driving me crazy. I have to settle the score. Just trust me on this one, please?” I looked at her with tears in my eyes.

  “I got you, boo. We are like sisters, and I would not be able to live with myself if anything ever happened to you. Just be careful, you hear me?” she said, grabbing my arm.

  “You trippin’, bitch. You actin’ like I’m going to die. I have nine lives like a cat. Plus, I have to be here to raise my baby. I promise you that,” I assured her as I squeezed her hand.

  I then got up and walked to the window. I did not want her to see the long tears rolling down my face. The truth was, I had no idea how this was going to play out. I didn’t even know where to start. I knew I had to get this bitch back. I had to make her pay for all the drama that she put me through. How it’s going to end, only God knows the answer.

  I dried my tears and walked back to the couch. I changed the story and gave her an update on my mother coming over to the house. We talked for a little while longer; then she left. I wanted her to stay, to lay in her arms. I wanted her to run her fingers through my hair and tell me it’s going to be a’ight, but the time wasn’t right, and Alijah could’ve popped up at any minute.

  Alijah Jackson

  My life was turned upside down. The police wanted to lock me up for life, Creighton niggas wanted my head, and that ho I married was a fucking snitch. God knew I had enemies coming from all angles. I had to figure a way to stay alive and free. I was about to become a father, and I could not risk not being there to see my blood. I was ready for war. I had to live no matter what situation presented itself. I thought about moving my family out of town, maybe go back up top, but I had too much money tied up in VA, and the timing was off. I knew I was under the pigs’ radar, but I planned on staying out of the way for a minute. My lawyer told me to lie low because he was not sure why the charges were dropped. Every street nigga knew that nine times out of ten, when the state drop the case, the feds usually pick it up. I wasn’t going to just sit back and let them come get me. I was going to go hard for a few months, tie up all my affairs, and then bounce on their ass. I wasn’t just responsible for my freedom, but also the freedom of my homies.

  * * *

  I had a few runs to make over on the South Side. I connected with a big homie from Brooklyn, and he was spending major paper. I loved dealing with my up top niggas because they understood the hustle. Not like these Down South lames that didn’t wanna work for their shit, but quick to stick another motherfucker up. Trust, I knew I sent a message when I killed those niggas, but in the back of my mind, I knew some fools would try to get at me again. I was ready whenever they’re ready to go.

  I saw my dude parked in the parking lot over by South Side Plaza, so I pulled up over there. He got out of his truck and got in mines. We chatted for a little, did our business, then parted ways. On my way out of the plaza, I felt like something wasn’t right. I had a bad feeling, like I was being watched. I stopped for a second and took a quick glance around, and then pulled off. At this point in the game, I wasn’t sure who was after me, the feds or the Creighton niggas. I knew I had no choice but to protect myself by any means necessary.

  * * *

  Luscious, my old Puerto Rican fling, had been blowing me up all day, and truthfully, I needed a break from all the drama and chaos in my life. I was in need of some pussy anyway since I haven’t fucked since Sierra got hit. We’ve decided to meet up at our li’l spot on Midlothian Turnpike. I was ready to tear her walls down, you hear me? As usual, she got there before me and paid for the room. I parked my Range Rover all the way in the back, just to stay out of sight. The last thing I needed was that bitch Mo’ to see my shit parked at a fucking motel. I just couldn’t deal with all the extra whining.

  I called shorty’s phone to let her know I was on my way up to her room. I swear my dick got extra hard e’erytime she crossed my mind. I had to admit she was a bad-azz bitch, and she knew how to suck a mean dick. Only problem, she’s a ho, and I couldn’t turn a ho into a housewife. Straight like that!

  As I approached the door, I had that same weird feeling that I had earlier in the day. I felt like someone was watching me again. I turned around, but all I saw was a young mother with her seed standing on the steps, so I shook the feeling off and knocked on the door. I realized the door was ajar so I pushed it open farther and stepped into the room. Shorty was already sprawled out across the bed butt-ass naked. I got supergeeked; I was ready to put some major work in.

  “Hola, papi.” She motioned for me to come over.

  “Whaddup, ma? I see you ready to please yo’ daddy,” I said with a smile.

  “Yup, you know me. Your wish is my command.”

  I quickly undressed and dived on top of the bed. I was ready and able to tear that Puerto Rican pussy up.

  I slid the condom on real fast and attempted to spread her legs. Suddenly out of nowhere, I felt a hard object poking me in the back; then I heard a man’s voice.

  “Boss man, don’t move a muscle.”

  I jumped up and leapt toward the side of the bed, where I had my gun in my jeans pocket. I grabbed it and turned to him. We were now face-to-face, looking dead in each other’s eyes. I don’t know about ole boy. I was in it to win it, though, and I wasn’t going out like that. It was at that very moment that I realized that I was caught slipping in the name of the P-U-S-S-Y.

  “Boy, I said don’t move. You deaf or something?” This nigga spoke in his deep Southern accent.

  “Nah, pussy hole, go suck yuh mumma,” I said, pointing my gun straight at him. All along, I was trying to work this scenario out in my head. I only saw one dude, but there could be more hiding, and I was by myself. It wasn’t a good look, but I knew I wasn’t going down without a fight. I also was trying to figure out if the bitch was in on it. Fuck that. It didn’t really matter. She had to go. I don’t believe in leaving witnesses behind.

  “Empty your pocket, boy.”

  “My nigga, I ain’t emptying shit. You know who I am?” I asked with venom in my voice.

  “Nah, homie, I know who you are. The real question is, do you know who I am? Better yet, fuck that. I’m big Sanchez from New Orleans. I know you heard them stories about me and my family.”

  “Oh, that’s you, son? Damn, I would never imagine,” I lied.

  I threw that nigga off by my comment because he started cheesing. I raised my Glock and aimed for his dome. Then I pressed the trigger, letting off about four bullets, back-to-back. The bitch started screaming loud as hell, so I turned my attention to her and finished my clip. Blood was splattering everywhere as her screaming was instantly silenced. I grabbed her cell phone, quickly dressed, and dashed out the door. I ran as fast as I could down the stairs. I was out of bullets. I had to get to my truck so I could reload my gun. I was praying that people hid once they heard the shots. I needed to leave the hotel. I jumped back in my ride, put the gear in reverse, and backed my way out of the parking lot, burning tires all the way up the turnpike. I kept looking in my rearview mirror just to see if anyone was following me. Then I called my boys to meet up at one of my stash houses.

  My mind was racing. I was shocked that this bitch tried me like that. I’ve been dealing with the bitch for a minute and have always blessed her with dough. Oh well, another bitch done tried me, and now her ass done croaked. I would never know who that was or why that bitch chose to cross me, but I knew that my days were numbered!

  I got back to the
North Side in no time and circled the block a few times before I pulled in the driveway. I got there before the guys, so I called to check on Sierra. Then I called Mom-dukes. I just wanted to hear her warm, gentle voice. We rapped for a minute, then hung up. I needed to take a trip up top so I could spend some quality time with her. She was definitely my queen and my rock.

  I washed the blood off my arm and took off the shirt that I wore. Then I lit a blunt and took a few pulls so the strong scent of the herb could fill my nose. All types of thoughts invaded my brain. I couldn’t win for losing. I needed to regroup. Who can I trust? Where can I hide?

  The fellas finally got to the spot, so it was time for our meeting.

  “What a gwann, fellas?” I greeted them, and we exchanged daps.

  We all sat in the living room. Chuck brought some Hennessy, so we started to drink and smoke. I had mad love for these dudes, and I knew the feeling was mutual. I went on to tell them about what went down earlier. We sat back like soldiers getting ready to go to war. We were ready for whatever and whoever. It was time to close this chapter of our lives and move on to bigger things. Maybe move farther South. I heard ATL was doing it big. I’ll just have to get Sierra to agree.

  Chapter Five

  Sierra Rogers

  I was at home relaxing. I felt much better and decided to do some cooking. I missed cooking for my man. I admit I couldn’t cook everything, but my fried chicken was like that, or so he told me. Either way, I loved cooking for him. We really hadn’t talked a lot about all the things that happened; instead, we both put our focus on the baby. I loved the fact that he was as excited as me, and outside of being in the streets, I believed he will be a great dad.