Sun & Shyne 2: School Daze

by Sa'id Salaam

  She knew something was going on and blamed me. We began to argue and fuss every day. It came as no surprise when she told me I had to leave.

  “I don’t know what’s going on around here but I don’t like it!” She stated.

  “Something ain’t right! My husband don’t wanna fuck me and he’s spending all his damn money on you!”

  “Momma, if you don’t trust your husband why you gotta blame me?” I pleaded.

  “It ain’t him I don’t trust! He’s a man! You’re the one slanging yo’ hot ass around in front of him,” she said, blaming me.

  That next night I had a trick for the both of them. I set the video camera in my room, made sure I had it set at the right angle, and that there was plenty of light. I turned the TV and the music off so it would catch the voices. I also made sure I had plenty of clothes on. Sho nuff, soon as my momma left here came Tim.

  “You ready for me?” He asked walking in.

  “Tim, oh my God! What do you want?” I said playing it off. I had to stop myself from laughing at my acting. Tim had just bought me three new outfits and gave me pocket money, so I knew that he would be coming for some pussy.

  “Oh, you want it like that?” He laughed. “You want me to take it?”

  “No, please don’t! Just get out!” I screamed; putting on for my momma.

  “Come here girl” He said getting into the role playing. Then he snatched my pants down, flipped me over, and pulled my wet panties to the side. When he pushed inside of me I howled like nobody’s business. Now this is where I fucked up at. The dick got so good I forgot about the camera. When Tim put me on top of him I rode the shit out of him. He came in me, as usual, then got up and left.

  “Pussy better than yo momma’s,” he said over his shoulder as he walked out.

  The next time my momma went to talking that shit, I had something for her. “Wait right here!” I laughed and went to get the ‘rape tape’ as I called it.

  “What’s this supposed to be?” My momma said as the tape began to play. It showed me in my room studying and minding my business. Then in comes Tim without knocking, with no shirt or shorts, and his dick in his hand.

  “Turn it off!” My mother demanded. She ain’t wanna see her husband in the wrong.

  “No momma! You need to see this!” I demanded.

  She gasped loudly when Tim snatched my pants down. Tears streamed down her face as she watched me get “raped”.

  “I am so sorry!” She sobbed loudly, “I can’t believe I doubted my own child.” She joined me on the love seat and embraced me tightly rocking back and forth. I thought it might be a good look to cry too so I did.

  “It hurt so bad momma.” I whined, “It really, really hurt.”

  “I know baby, I know." She comforted. That is until the action on the screen changed. “What the… She said when I slid down his pole and threw my head back in pleasure. I was riding the dick like a professional cowgirl.

  “That’s enough, Momma, we don’t need to see no more” I said trying to pull away so I could stop the tape.

  “Uh uh! I wanna see it!” She said holding me in her clutch. “You right, I needed to see this. Her grip got tighter and tighter as she watched me ride her husband’s dick. That nigger made me cum so hard I screamed.

  “You trifling little bitch!” My mother said sounding completely calm.

  I tried to speak, but my mother slapped the words right out my mouth. Ole girl went straight project on me and whooped my ass. She put her hands on me for real! I had too much respect to fight her back; plus I was in the wrong. My escape was the front door and I took it. I hit the door and cut across the grass with my momma in hot pursuit.

  “I’ma kill you! You whore!” She screamed as she chased me.

  I believed her, so I kept on running. Even after she stopped chasing me, I kept on running. I knew I could never go back. All my clothes, the little bit of money I had, my phone, and everything else I owned was left behind. To make matters worse, it was my birthday!

  Chapter 4

  So there I was broke, hungry and homeless. I had so whe… Hold up my four thirty is here. Let me take care of him and I’ll get back to the story; better yet stick around, it’ll be fun.

  “Mr. Chase!” I said cheerfully as I pulled my condo door open.

  “What I tell you about that Mr. Crap call me Harry.” He demanded cheerfully.

  Harry Chase is the Chase of Chase and Deal Toyota/Lexus. He comes at 4:30 on Tuesdays and he cums by 4:35 on Tuesdays! Just kidding, sometimes he may last for ten minutes. See if I was really low down, I’d let dude get his rocks off and be like next! Like you know who be saying… NEXT! Instead I treat him like a king. A fat, pale, hairy, white king.

  By now I’m such a good actor that he thinks he’s the finest man on the planet. I would wash him, oil his ashy skin, massage him, and usually after the massage I would sit on his face and let him eat me. I’ve even done sixty-nine with him; even though I hate sucking dick. It used to be fun until Derrick turned me off.

  I mean I can’t stand that shit, but it beats the hell out of starving. I have it down to a science now. Now I can tell when a dude is about to cum and I get the hell out of the way in enough time before he does. He will not be cumming in my mouth! Cum in my mouth? Nope! No way! Never again! It ain’t happening! I hate the taste of that nasty shit! Every now and then a guy will sneak one by me. He’ll hold real still and then explode in my face. Eww!

  Anyway, today Mr. Chase wants some pussy and he’s gonna get it! The thing is, he’s like four hundred pound, so no way is he getting on top of me. Then his dick so little it’s almost impossible to ride, so what I do is get on top of him and grind him real hard. He can’t tell he ain’t in the pussy. I talk nasty to him and have him skeeting in seconds.

  You might wonder what I get in return. Well, just look out the window, see that pearl white 2012 Lexus? Uh yeah, that’s me. Um hum, thank you very much. That’s not all. Mr. Chase also pays the lease and insurance just to be treated to my services once a week. If I ask dude will also keep it detailed. And lastly I switch to the new model every year, so yeah, it works out.

  “Oh you did it again A.J!” Harry screamed as his little dick spewed semen on his rather large gut.

  “Yeah! You like that?” I asked in my valley girl voice. The older white ones loved that fake porno talk. “You’re the best Harry!” He went to turning all red in the face from the compliment. See we do more than just fuck and suck. We actually talk; something his pretty young trophy wife won’t do.

  According to him she won’t even fuck him. As a matter of fact, she went so far as telling him that he disgusts her. He ain’t got no pre-nup so he’s locked in. In his case it’s cheaper to keep her or kill her low down ass.

  I’m a business major but my psychiatry classes amaze me. Shit, I probably would have needed therapy my damn self if I gave a fuck. Not caring about nothing or no one besides myself; is my therapy. Fuck the world for real!

  You think I would be sitting here ass naked catering to this fat ass cracker if I wasn’t winning! Shiiiit! Fuck him!

  “Daddy?” I sang as I wash his congealed cum off of him, “Me and my friends want to go out this weekend. Can I use the new SUV you guys just came out with?”

  “Whatever you want precious,” he replied eagerly. He was still trying to catch his breath from his nut.

  “Ok and some money too,” I threw in “Just two or three hundred.”

  Mr. Chase got dressed and left me with three crisp one hundred dollar bills and a promise to have the truck delivered. Then he left to go back to his great life and abusive wife.

  Chapter 5

  Every time I go out with my girls I usually have to pay for some or sometimes all of our entertainment. I don’t mind, ‘cause in my line of work I’m a firm believer in paying for what you want. Hell, I peed on a dude once, because that’s what he wanted. He paid for it, so I did it! Would have shitted on him if he would’ve went back in his wallet.
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  Both Tanisha and Deloris are bad bitches; dime pieces. You know what they say, birds of a feather flock together. Picture me hanging with some busted hoes. Ummm… NOT! Anyway, Tanisha is five foot two just like me and shaped similar with a small waist and a fat ass. Her breast a lil bit bigger than mines, but that’s where the similarities end. I’m high yellow with long sandy brown hair while she’s jet black with short naturally curly hair.

  I don’t know why but my girl got a car fetish. She loves new imported cars. Her man looks like an orangutan but he drives Lexus so… Nigga got cake but won’t give that bitch a coin. Only thing she can get out of him is what cums out his dick. I charged the nigga five hundred to fuck me! What? Hold up; don’t say I’m foul for fucking my girl's man. I did it for her! First of all, the nigga need to understand pussy cost money. You not just fucking for free, not no bad bitch. Nope, ain’t gon’ happened. Secondly, nigga wanna be the man and crack on your girls friends then he gonna pay to play. So while he’s running around bragging on his dick he should remember to tell them niggas how much he paid. Oh yeah, and that I made him eat my pussy too!

  Delores is a bad bitch too. She looks like a young J-Lo. I don’t know what they got in that water in New York but all them Puerto Rican chicks up there got fat asses. She got long brown hair with blonde highlights that hangs down to her round ass. Why she so caught up with niggas with good hair is beyond me. I didn’t fuck her hot dick man though, cause his dirty dick ass was burning bitches freshman year. I’m sure he got the shit cleared up by now, but still. No! Hell no! However, I did let him eat my pussy though and I made him pay me to do it.

  Right after he left I got a call from Delores. She was talking about how good he fucked her then had the nerve to ask me to buy her something to eat! I told that bitch to cut off a lock of his hair and buy some food with that. Her ass went to bed hungry that night.

  So anyway, I took them out to eat, then we hit the D-Lite concert at a club on Peachtree Street. I love me some D-Lite! If I was gonna fuck for free it would be that nigga. He had this song called “Whose Pussy Is This”, and every time he said that shit I screamed it was his! He could get it too, with his sexy ass.

  By the end of the night my throat was sore from yelling so much, but he had noticed me. He had his manager, or whoever he was, give me a card. I played it off like I was cool and gave him my card too. So we’ll see what happens.

  Anyway, I wasn’t there just to have fun I was working too. Every time I go out, I’m on the look out to find potential clients. I can spot a trick from a mile off. I can smell them. They give off a scent; they smell like money.

  Usually the so called ballers think because they got dough they can have any bitch. They’re right too, but when it comes to me they gotta pay to play. The best way to play them niggas and get what you want is to ignore their asses; just don’t give them the time of day.

  Niggas send champagne, don’t touch it! Fuck that! It’s gonna cost more than a bottle to talk to me. I’m going to Belize this summer and one of these tricks is paying for my ticket, my clothes, hotel stay, snorkeling, and everything else.

  I don’t care what a nigga do to impress me, I still ain’t taking no numbers and I ain’t giving my number out. It ain’t that easy. If I ignore the fuck out these niggas, next time they see me it’s whatever I want. What they say? It ain’t tricking if you got it! Shit, yes it is.

  “Girl, look at all these numbers I got!” Tanisha said all excited when she came back to the table.

  “This one got a Ranger. This one said he got a Porsche; you know I made him show me his keys. This one, I don’t know what he got. I ain’t fucking with him if it’s American!"

  She’s young, so I tried not to laugh at my girl. Actually, she’s the same age as me physically, but mentally she’s twelve. I ain’t laugh at her, but when Deloris came back I had to crack up.

  “This one had braids but I could tell his shit was straight by his roots and this other dude his shit mad curly,” She said going through her stack of numbers. “Waves, ponytail, etc.”

  “Y’all hoes something else!” I laughed.

  “Bitch puh-leese!” Deloris laughed, “You all stuck up. I don’t fuck with no man's ass!”

  “I know that’s right! Cob webs on the coochie!” Tanisha laughed. “Ya need some dick in ya life!”

  I just laughed along with the joke. They swear I don’t fuck with nobody! Little do they know my client list is worth a couple of mil put together, my condo almost paid for, my tuition is paid, and everything else I need or want is taken care of.

  “Well lets go, I’m tryna go to church in the morning!” Tanisha announced. “Girl you need to come to church with me”

  “That’s funny! A minute ago you told me I need to let somebody fuck me."

  “She got yo ass there.” Deloris chimed in.

  “Well, I do what I do, but at least I praise the lord! I believe in God” Tanisha said like I hit a nerve.

  Fuck her though and fuck going to church. I believe in God. I just don’t believe in church and I damn sure don’t believe in no damn preacher. Fuck no I don’t; not after how that so called pastor, preacher, or whatever the fuck he supposed to be did me. Not to mention I got three pastors in my client file and they’re the freakiest of them all. I had one eat my ass! That’s right not my pussy, but my ass!

  That shit freaked me the fuck out! That is until I came! I was like eww wait…oh yes!

  “Yeah let’s blow this popsicle stand” I said leading my girls out.

  “A-yo hold up ma!” A familiar voice called out from behind me. I knew the voice. Hell, I love that voice, but still I kept walking.

  “Fuck I gotta say shawty or something to get your attention?” D-Lite said grabbing my shoulder.

  “Oh my God!” Delores screamed embarrassing the hell out of me. I wanted to slap her ass.

  “Do I know who you are?” I asked.

  “Be easy ma,” he said so smoothly my pussy jumped. “I gave my man my card, with my personal number, to give to you.”

  “Oh yeah, right here.” I said digging in my purse. “Here it is, you can have it back. I gave him my card so hit me up”

  That nigga looked crazy but I could tell he loved that shit. Bitches just got finished throwing panties at that nigga. The ones fresh off they ass yet he checking for me!

  Now that’s what’s up. Ok, so now I’ma tell you guys why I don’t fuck with church.

  Chapter 6

  I don’t fuck with church because I can’t stand preachers. Like I already mentioned, I got a couple I do business with, but that’s different cause it’s business. Originally, I did the church thing; was all good and churchy and everything until I got fucked, and I mean that literally!

  My family ain’t go to church much, but when we did go it was to First United Methodist Church where Rev. Daryl Holmes was the pastor. He was the Pastor who buried my brother and married my momma. He was also the one who baptized me as a baby, so when my momma put me out I went to stay with the pastor and his wife. I should have been totally safe with them, right? I wasn’t.

  The first thing that struck me as odd is that this fifty something year old couple had sex with the door open the first night I was there. That shit was so creepy. I could hear old ass Mrs. Holmes moaning “Oh God and Oh Lord” loudly while Pastor Holmes tapped that ass. I would’ve never guessed that the Pastor and the First Lady were some old exhibitionists.

  Pastor Holmes was no joke! He gave his wife the business for a good hour and a half. I know cause I listened the whole time. Then the next morning she talked about it.

  “Well you probably heard us last night.” Mrs. Holmes said sheepishly. “Pastor has his needs. A man like that, has to have his needs taken care of.”

  I didn’t have any clothes, so she took shopping. Not only did she let me get little sexy stuff; she was pushing me to get it! The whole time we were shopping she kept saying ‘men have needs’. I didn’t know nothing about that shit. I was just ha
ppy to be getting new clothes.

  She encouraged me to get thongs with matching bra sets. I had never had no shit like that before, but I’ve had it ever since. How you ‘posed to be a fly girl and your panties don’t even match your bra? I also got lil’ mini-skirts and tight lil’ shirts. You know just cute shit, ‘cause ‘men have needs’. She had me get tiny lil’ shorts to wear around the house too.

  About a week later we had movie night. I was shocked when they put in a black movie with a whole lot of sex in it. Pastor and his wife were cuddled up on the sofa and I was lying on the floor in front of them. I ain’t gone lie that movie had me hot! They were fucking every other scene, my lil panties were soaken wet! I keep hearing Mrs. Holmes say “Un Uh, and not now’, so that’s what made me listen closer. Pastor was insistent and next thing you know I hear slurping noise.

  “I know that ain’t what I think.” I said.

  I turned around and sure enough she was giving him head! I should have turned my nosey ass right back around, but I didn’t. It that was the first time I ever saw some shit like that. When pastor saw me watching he tapped his wife on the shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She tried to say something with the dick still in her mouth and couldn’t.

  “I’m sorry, but Pastor got needs.” She giggled after she took his dick out her mouth long enough to speak.

  I just watched in silenced as she sucked his long dick while jacking him off at the same time. Finally pastor came and his wife swallowed every drop. When the show was over I turned back to the movie on TV.

  That went on for a month or so before they finally got around to me. One day I was just chillin in my room, minding my business, when Mr. and Mrs. Holmes came to the door.

  “Knock, knock.” Mrs., Holmes said cheerfully pretending to knock on the open door.