Fornication Volume One (Honey Dip)
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A young boy in his late teens hollered at her as he walked across the street. It was dark, but Honey could see that he was dressed in a wrinkled sweat suit and pushed an old beat up ten speed bike.
“Damn, you fine,” he said smiling. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Fuck off,” Honey hollered back. She lit another cigarette and continued to look for Peanut’s car.
“I was doing you a favor, you skanky looking bitch,” the dude hollered and continued to walk down the street.
Honey took another drag off the cigarette and ignored him; she didn’t need some asshole plucking her nerves. They were already shot. She wanted to go home and get really drunk before she attempted to tell Portia what happened to their clothes for the party. She’d managed to get the three grand that Roger had left but all the clothes were gone. Roger had wanted a fashion show and insisted that they bring all the clothes into the room. Honey had parked Roger’s truck a block away so that Peanut’s boys could snatch and strip it. She should have met him halfway but she wasn’t thinking.
Peanut’s car pulled up in front of her and her whole body relaxed. She hadn’t realized how tense she was until that very moment. “You were really close,” she said tossing the cigarette in the street and slipping inside the car. The moment she closed the door strong arms slipped around her waist and hoisted her up out of the passenger seat. Peanut pulled her onto his lap and held her close.
“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to push away. His hands were hard but gentle and they felt a little too good on her body.
He tightened his hold and whispered in her hair. “I was so scared I wasn’t going to get here on time. I was afraid something would go wrong and I would be too late. Just like I was the other day when you got knocked.” His voice shook, and Honey’s heart melted. He crushed Honey to him as he spoke, running his hands up and down her back.
She stopped struggling and leaned into his embrace. She could feel how fast his heartbeat drummed against his chest. “I’m okay, Andrew,” she said, slipping her arms around his neck. He smelled like a mixture of incense and marijuana smoke. She buried her face in his neck and breathed him in deeply. That was a mistake, she realized.
A fire ignited inside of her, and she clung to him as if her life depended on him being close.
He slipped his hand up her back until his fingers laced through the hair at the nape of her neck. Honey’s pulse sped up until it outpaced his. She looked up into Peanut’s eyes and could not deny the love she saw there.
It scared the shit out of her.
She tried to pull away again but he held her tight.
“Say my name again,” he commanded, his deep voice vibrating through her system.
“Andrew,” she whispered.
He kissed her so softly she wasn’t sure his lips touched hers at all.
“Andrew,” she said again this time a little louder. There was a longing in her voice that he answered with a second, deeper kiss. When his tongue parted her lips, a longing that she had never known filled her system to bursting and she pulled away from him again.
He let her go this time. She slid back into her seat and stared out of the window. There wasn’t any denying that they had something more than just simple attraction between them. I’m not a child, Peanut thought, I am a man that loves you more than anything else in this world. Peanut opened his mouth to tell her that, but when he looked at the way she tried to shrink into the passenger seat, and thought about everything she’d just been through, he closed his mouth and put the car in gear. They drove back to the house in silence. She may not want me, but she’s safe. I can settle for that right now.
Portia stood in the corner of Mookie’s room staring out the window. Mookie hadn’t been at the crib all day and Portia stomach twisted with worry. She played with the fringes of the curtain and sighed. Where the hell are you, girl? she thought walking across the room. God, I don’t have the strength to go through this again.
There was a family picture on Mookie’s dresser. Portia ran her finger over the frame lightly, and sighed. Babygirl walked into the room and placed her hand on Portia’s shoulder.
“Why are you beating yourself up over something that Mookie is doing to herself?”
“I’m not beating myself up.”
Babygirl laughed. “What? You are kicking the shit out of ya own ass. You can’t control what Mookie does when she ain’t here. You can’t control what any of us do, for real.”
“Has she answered her phone?”
“No, she ain’t gonna answer her phone while you here pissed at her. If you get pissed with me, I ain’t answering no phone, either.”
Portia looked at Babygirl in her pink footie pajamas and laughed. “How can I ever stay mad at you?”
“You got all bent out of shape about the dude I scratched up at the Hub.”
Portia walked out of Mookie’s room. “That dude was a very successful doctor who paid a lot of money for a school girl fantasy. You cut him, tied him up and left him in a bathtub.”
“Those were little tiny cuts,” Babygirl said, following her into the hallway.
“Ah, but the devil is in the details.”
“What are you talking about?”
Portia laughed. “Nothing, BG, clean your fucking room up, I’m going to fix me a drink.” She walked down the steps with Babygirl on her heels.
“Did you eat today?”
Portia rolled her eyes and continued on to the kitchen. “I’m about to have dinner right now,” she said while heading straight for the vodka.
Babygirl ran in ahead of Portia and stood in front of the liquor. “I’m under strict orders to make sure you ate before you start drinking.”
“Get out of my way, Babygirl. I’m not hungry, I’m thirsty. Tell Honey to go fuck herself. Being the oldest bitch in here doesn’t mean you run anything. I had a long fucking day and I’d like to get a drink before I hurt someone.”
Babygirl smiled and batted her eyes. “You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Keep blocking that vodka and find out.” She tried to walk around Babygirl.
“Come on, Portia. I fried some chicken and made rice earlier. Let me warm you up a plate. I’ll make you a nice cocktail to go with it.”
Portia cocked her eyebrow. “What kind of cocktail?”
“A strawberry daiquiri.”
Portia took a seat at the kitchen table. “Okay, make the damn plate.” She crossed her legs and sat back in the seat. “All you bitches should stop trickin’ and start families, if you want to play the mommy role so bad.”
Babygirl put a plate in the microwave. “This is my family; I don’t need to start shit.” She pulled out the blender and daiquiri mix from under the counter, and bought a crystal goblet out of the cabinet. The buzzer sounded on the microwave and Babygirl took the piping hot plate out and sat it on the table in front of Portia. “Oh, let me get you a fork,” she said, retrieving the utensils out of the dish rack.
“Thank you,” Portia said softly. The smell of the chicken and dirty rice wafted up off of the plate and into Portia’s nose. Her stomach rumbled its response and Portia frowned trying to remember the last time she had something to eat.
The front door opened and Portia pushed away from the table hoping to see Mookie. However, it was Honey and Peanut.
“What the hell happened to you?” Babygirl was opening a bottle of rum to pour into the blender.
“Portia, Roger is dead.”
“What the fuck do you mean Roger’s dead?”
Honey grabbed the bottle from Babygirl and took three big gulps. “I mean Roger is dead, as in his wife shot him in the fucking face and then shot her fucking self in the face right the fuck in front of me.” She took three more gulps before Babygirl snatched the bottle back.
Portia’s headache returned in full force. “Babygirl, Peanut, find somewhere else to be real quick. I need to talk to Honey alone.”
Portia picked up the crystal goblet and filled it halfway with vodka. She grabbed the bottle of cranberry juice from out of the refrigerator and put a splash in the cup before handing it to Honey. She took a deep breath, massaged her temples and leaned against the kitchen counter. “I don’t want to hear what happened. I don’t give a fuck. All I want to know is what did you do to fix it and what else needs to be done?”
Honey took a seat in the chair that Portia abandoned as soon as they walked in. She slid her hands under her thighs because she could not get them to stop shaking. “After the bitch blew her brains out, I called Peanut. He told me to torch the room and move Roger’s truck.”
“Where is the truck now?”
“Three blocks from the hotel.”
Portia leaned over and grabbed the phone off the kitchen wall. “Hey, Danny, it’s Portia. I need a white Escalade picked up from the boulevard on Tioga.” She looked at Honey and cocked her eyebrow.
Honey cleared her throat. “License plate RH8-5113. The keys are under the driver’s seat.”
Portia repeated that to Danny. “I need that picked up yesterday, babe, and I’ll be by to thank you properly in the morning.” She hung up the phone and swigged the vodka. “Where’s our clothes?”
“At the hotel burning with Mr. and Mrs. Murder-Suicide.”
Portia looked at Honey trembling in her seat and shook her head. She poured Honey another shot of vodka. “Babygirl, come here.”
Babygirl ran into the kitchen. “What’s up?”
“I need you to take a stack up to that rinky-dink hotel and let the manager know that his silence is golden. If the money isn’t enough, then suck him off, but don’t leave that shit whole until you’re sure that he’s on our team.”
Babygirl nodded and left.
Honey downed the vodka and Portia refilled her glass. Honey just stared at it. She pulled a knot of money out her bra and put it on the table. “I took that from his pants pocket before I left. Everything else is set for the party. We just don’t have anything new to wear.”
Portia picked up the Money and frowned. “Peanut, come here.”
Peanut came into the kitchen. He kept his eyes on Portia because if he didn’t trust himself to look at Honey. The urge to pick her up and hold her was way too strong. “What’s up?” he asked, swallowing hard.
“Mookie is not answering her phone. I need you to sweep the local crack houses, if she’s in one of them, break her legs and bring her home.”
“You want me to break, Mookie’s legs?”
“Did I stutter?” Portia asked quietly.
Honey’s head shot up. Portia’s voice lowered and nothing good happens when Portia starts whispering.
Portia picked up the plate and dumped the contents in the trash. “Mookie is using. I gave her a warning, but my best friend could have been killed tonight. I’m no longer issuing warnings. She says she only snorts coke as a pick me up. I should have broken her legs then, but I didn’t. If that bitch is in a crack house you get her, you break her fucking legs and you cancel the nigga that sold rock to her without calling me.”
Peanut nodded and left. When Portia heard the door slam behind him she pulled Honey out of the chair and hugged her close. “I’m sorry, Honey-Dip. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”
Chapter Eleven
April struggled to get her legs up in the seat so that she could straddle Rahim and ride him like Honey taught her. She’d hiked her skirt up her thighs and kicked her heels off, but she still couldn’t seem to get into the right position. Her heart raced, and tiny beads of sweat broke out on the bridge of her nose. I love you, Rahim, she thought as she shifted her weight. Her foot caught on the gearshift and slipped into reverse. A lump rose in her throat and she fought back tears. “I’m sorry,” she said, fumbling for the gear.
Rahim sighed. “What are you doing, April?” he asked, pushing the gear back into park.
“I’m just trying to make you feel good, baby.” She wedged her foot between the console and the driver seat. “I just want to make you feel good, that’s all.” April rubbed her ass back and forth across his lap until she felt him starting to get hard. “Ummm,” she moaned. “I just want to take care of you. Let me show you.” She ran her hand across his chest. “You like that, baby. I know you like that.” She leaned over and tried to kiss him, but he moved his face out of the way.
Rahim looked at April with pure disgust. He grabbed her hips to stop her from grinding one is lap. “You can’t just give a nigga a little pussy and expect everything to be okay. I came over your house to take you out to show you a good time and you repay me by letting your fucked up family disrespect me.”
Tears welled up in April eyes. She let her hands trailed down his arms and wrapped around his wrists. “I was upstairs. I had no idea that they were going to do that to you.”
“You lucky I didn’t fuck both of those bitches up. If I wasn’t in the middle of this season, I would have beat the brakes off dude.” The tears running down April’s cheeks turned his stomach. He dug his fingers into her waist, lifted her up off his lap and threw her into the passenger seat. April’s head smacked into the window. She winced and rubbed it.
“Look, April,” Rahim said, adjusting his pants. “It’s been real fun but I can’t do this anymore. I wanted to tell you before I went on the road.”
April forced her tears to stop falling but she couldn’t take the desperation out of her voice. “Please, Rahim. I didn’t know they were going to do that.”
His eyes went cold and his lips curled into a smirk. “That’s your so called family, right? That’s what you told me when we first hooked up, and now you want me to believe that you ain’t have nothing to do with the shit they pulled the other day. Get the fuck out of here.”
April swallowed hard. “I swear to God that I didn’t have anything to do with it. I fucked Honey up for disrespecting you, and I’d end that bitch if she tried it again.” She tucked her feet under her and leaned over the console so that she could feel him. She wanted him inside of her. She knew she could show him how much she loved him if he would cooperate. “I love you, Rahim. You’re my family now. I’ll do anything for you. All I ever want to do is make you happy.” She slid her hands down his pants and grabbed his dick. She squeezed it gently, stroking her thumb back and forth over its head. “Don’t leave me, Rahim. I need you. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you.” She stroked him with every word, easing her grip as he grew hard with her touch.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it out of his pants. “How do I know this isn’t some more of your bullshit? Lies designed to get into my pockets.”
“It’s not about the money.”
Rahim just stared.
April frowned. He was being so cold, so distant. She wasn’t use to working this hard. She sat back in the passenger seat and lifted her feet towards the roof of the car. She slipped her panties off and stretched her legs open as wide as she could get them. “All I want to do is make you happy.”
Rahim’s eyes traveled down the length her legs to the sweet pink spot in the center. “All you want is to get into my pockets. I got to pay to play, right?” he asked, grabbing his dick.
April was encouraged by the attention he was paying her kitty. She slipped her hand between her legs and parted her lips so that he could get a better view. “I don’t play those games with you, baby, and you know it.” She slipped her finger over her clit and shivered. “I wouldn’t do that to you, baby. I love you.” She lowered her legs “I’ll do anything for you.”
Rahim unzipped his pants. “Anything?” He said while slipping them down to his ankles.
“Anything.” April repeated. She sat up in the seat and tucked her legs under her.
Rahim stoked his dick. “Come back over here.”
April did
n’t hesitate. She climbed back over the console and sat on his lap.
He lifted her up and slipped inside of her. She moaned and clutched at his chest. Rahim groaned and pushed up inside of her. He clutched her ass and put a finger into it. “You’ll do anything for daddy?”
April closed her eyes tight and tried to ignore the pain. “I’ll do anything you want daddy, anything.”
Rahim licked his fingers. “That’s what I want to hear.” He lifted her so that he fell out of her pussy and pushed into her ass without warning. April screamed.
“Un-huh,” Rahim grunted.
April bit her bottom lip. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to run from the pain, but she fought her instincts and sat on his lap as he made his manhood thump in her butt. She could feel her skin ripping. A tear slipped out of the side of her eye. She fell onto Rahim’s chest and clamped her arms around his neck.
“Oh, you taking that dick, huh?” He ran his hands up her back, delighted that she trembled in pain. He felt her tears wetting her t-shirt, and smiled when he realized her moans were from agony instead of pleasure. He grabbed her shoulders and started driving into her ass like he was trying to dig through it. April screamed but didn’t stop him. She dug her nails into his skin until she was too weak to hold on. Rahim pounded her without mercy; every scream that escaped her lips heightened his pleasure.
April fell against the steering wheel and the horn blared. His iron grip on her hips was the only thing keeping her off the floor of his truck. She winced as he grew harder inside of her.