Dirtiest Revenge

by Cha'Bella Don

  Acknowledgements

  First, I would like to thank my Heavenly Father, who art in heaven. Without Him, I wouldn’t exist and none of this would be possible. Thank you, Jesus, for blessing me with a talent to share with the world.

  I would like to thank my very good friend & literary partner, my WriteOrDieChick Author MiMi Renée. You kept me level-headed and always believed in my dream. Sometimes, when I doubted myself, you were there to push me to thrive on. I love you, boo.

  Author TLW: Man, what can I say? I watched you from the moment we met, and I knew you were going to be trouble. LOL. I thank you, Terry, for also believing in me.

  I’d also like to thank my WCAM team.

  K’wan, all those jewels you drop means a lot, and, even if no one else took notice, I was with a paper & pen. I also want to say thank you for taking your time to read my manuscript. 

  Erick Gray, my literary best friend, thank you for countless phone conversations & IM chats. I just wanted to say thanks for allowing me to bug you.

  Author Queen: What’s up, home girl?

  I also wanted to thank my publisher, 21st Urban Editing & Publishing. Thank you.

  Special thanks to the Temptress Pre’cise for helping my first piece get put on. Noiré for allowing my short, short erotic letter to be published in your online magazine, as well as King Dhakir.

  There are too many to name, but I would like to say thank you to everyone from the bottom of my heart.

  Special shout out to my Big Bro TheBookPusha aka Bigg Whoadi.

  I want to thank my mom LaWanda Moloy & father Charles Valson. I thank you for birthing a beautiful woman and creating a masterpiece. I love y’all dearly. My step-fathers, thank you for being here. The rest of my family, James, Moloys,Whites, Tillmans, Turners, Alexanders and Carpenters: I love you all.

  To my friends that believed in my dream: I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

  Last but not least, I would like to thank those non-believers. Haters is what they call them, but I would like to think of them as admirers from afar. It’s because of you I’m able to shine. Love y’all, too. LOL.

  Thank you to all the readers who have supported me: I see y’all.

  My book is dedicated to my family who are no longer with us. I did this for you... Kareem KB Breedlove, Tanequa Nookie Williams-Glaspie, Karen Baptise. May your souls Rest In Heavenly Peace.

  To my beautiful godchildren: I love you all.

  Writing brings me the serenity; my pen brings me the energy.

  Cha’Bella Don

  Chapter I

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” Trent whispered into Kendra’s ear as he plunged his nine and a half inches deep into her warm, creamy canal.

  “Mmm, daddy. Give it to me,” Kendra cried out as Trent went deeper. Her warmth and tightness made him want to bust his early.

  “Damn, Kendra! Your pussy is bomb. I’m about to cum,” he said right before he exploded.

  A few seconds later, while breathing heavily, Trent rolled off of Kendra and onto his back. Kendra was pissed off, and she let him know it when she said, “Oh, hell to the nah, Trent! Not this shit again! It’s like that? You made sure you got yours, but you don’t care if I get mine?”

  “Fall back, lil mama. I got you next go round,” Trent said, still huffing and puffing.

  “Fuck that, Trent, and fuck you!”

  Kendra got out the bed, walked over to her dresser, and pulled out her Pearl Butterfly, aka Magic Monarch Vibrator. She walked out the master suite and went to the restroom downstairs. Once there, she closed the door behind her. Then, she sat on the toilet and went to work. A few moments later, Kendra was screaming out “ooh’s” and “ahh’s” for a job well done. After experiencing a few aftershocks, she hopped into the shower to remove all the sweat from her body. Kendra let the water embrace her body as she washed herself three times. Once she was clean, she got out, dried off, and grabbed her terry cloth robe. Then, she retrieved some extra blankets and a pillow from the hall closet. Fuck going back upstairs to lay with his trifling ass, she angrily thought as she made a pallet on the floor. She, then, turned on the TV and flicked through the channels until she fell asleep.

  *****

  Upstairs, Trent was laid out across the bed, but he wasn’t asleep. All he could do was think about Nicole. His dick got hard every time he thought about her, but he couldn’t help himself because, just a few hours ago, he had pounded her from the back.

  Trent had known Nicole a long time. She was a ‘round the way chick. She was also his younger sister’s best friend. Truth be told, Nicole had always wanted to get with Trent, and she had realized that there was no better way to get what she wanted than to play by his rules. She knew he had a woman at home, but that still didn’t stop Nicole from bending over and letting Trent have his way with her in his truck.

  After a restless half hour, Trent put on his boxers and headed downstairs. A smile spread across his face when he saw the love of his life sleeping on the floor. He bent down and kissed her on her forehead. Then, he laid down beside her.

  Kendra was Trent’s wifey. She stood five foot, six inches and had smooth, caramel skin. She had the perfect, hourglass shape. She wasn’t too thick or too small. Her eyes were hazel and lit up any room she was in, and she had a nice ass.

  *****

  The two had met six years ago while Kendra was a stripper at Club Starlight. The way she gyrated her hips and licked her lips had caught Trent’s full attention. She was one of Starlight’s top dancers. At the time, she went by the name Spice because she brought that extra flavor to the club. She made the most in tips because everyone came to see her dance. She was the best in the west. In fact, she was so good that she had been crowned the Queen of Starlite. As usual, the women hated on her, and, like always, she brushed them off.

  After watching her dance for a few songs, Trent approached one of the security guards and arranged for Kendra to give him a private dance in the club’s boom boom room. As she entered the room, Trent knew, right off the bat, that he had to have her. While Kendra swayed her hips to the music, Trent cleared his throat and said, “Nah, shawty. I don’t want you to dance because I can see you dance anytime. I want to get to know you. Relax and have a seat.”

  After hearing what he said, a bunch of ideas ran through Kendra’s head. His words had caught her a little off guard, and he had peaked her curiosity, but, at that point in her life and given her profession, she had heard every line in the book. She figured he was just trying to be different, so she said, “You know I should be dancing. We’re wasting time, and I know it’s not cheap to have me here.”

  “Again, shawty. I want to get to know you on a personal level. Don’t worry about the time or the money. It’s all taken care of. Come here, lil mama. Come sit next to me.”

  While she was sat beside him, Kendra seductively twirled strands of her red hair between her index and middle fingers. Her sexiness intimidated Trent. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing. Cautiously, he tried to make small talk.

  “So, shawty, what’s your name?”

  “Spice,” Kendra replied.

  After hearing this, Trent laughed. This relaxed him a little. Then, he said, “Nah, shawty. I know your stage name. What’s your real name?”

  This surprised her. Normally, the men who asked for private dances only wanted to know about Spice and could care less about Kendra, and that was as far as she would let those men get. She never shared her personal information, but something about this man made her want to tell him her whole life story.

  “The name is Kendra,” she said with a little smile and a lot of spunk. “And you are? And, before you answer, I want a real name, not no thug-ass name.”

  “Trenton, but everyo
ne calls me Trent.”

  “Oh,” Kendra giggled. “Trenton? As in Trenton, New Jersey?”

  “Yeah, shawty. I see you know your geography.”

  They talked for well over two hours. Kendra told him about her interests and how she was dancing to pay for college. When Kendra noticed the time, she panicked, but Trent calmed her fears. He told her that he had paid for her to be his company until the club closed. Upon hearing this, Kendra got a little more comfortable, and they continued to talk. They were so wrapped up in their heavy conversation, talking about her goals and ambitions, that they didn’t notice that the club was closing. Security had to let them know that their time was up. When the lights came on, Kendra looked up at Trent and noticed that, even though he wasn’t all that tall, he was very good looking. His skin was a peanut butter complexion, and he sported neat cornrows.

  “I’m sorry that I didn’t get a chance to dance for you, Trent.”

  “Nah, shawty. I didn’t pay to see you dance. Like I said, I want to get to know you.”

  He wrote his number on a napkin and handed it to her as they walked out of the boom boom room. Kendra turned around to meet his stare. Then, he cleared his throat and asked, “Are you ready to give up this lifestyle?”

  Kendra looked at him blankly. Confusion was written on her face. Her heart said yeah, but her mouth said otherwise as she answered, “I have bills and tuition fees to pay.”

  “You didn’t answer my question. Are you ready to give it up, Kendra, or do you still want to be Spice?”

  For the second time that evening, Kendra was caught off guard. She had never had anyone give her an ultimatum, especially not someone she had only known for a few hours, but he had spent a lot of money to get to know her, and, at that point, he wasn’t trying to get any ass from her, so she figured she could give him an honest answer. Kendra thought it through quickly and answered, ”Yes, I’m ready to give up Spice.”

  Trent kissed her softly on her lips and asked, “Do you trust me?”

  She whispered, “Yes.”

  Then, he smiled and said, “Now, go get dressed, lil mama, so I can take you home.”

  “Excuse me, Trent, but you don’t own me. Besides, I have my own car, so I can drive myself home. Thank you very much,” Kendra said dryly as she backed away from him.

  Trent knew, just by Kendra’s reaction, that she was a little rough around the edges.

  “C’mon now, shawty. We can pick your car up tomorrow. You just said you trusted me, so where’s the trust at? I’ll meet you out front.”

  Before she could protest, Trent kissed her once more. Then, he took off towards the exit. Kendra made her way to the locker room. She was glad that the other dancers were already gone. She didn’t have time for their hating. To Kendra, this was a job that she had to do to make ends meet. She was not trying to befriend anyone.

  After she grabbed her duffel bag out of the locker, she went to the restroom and took a quick shower. The security guard stuck his head in and yelled, “Yo, Spice! I’m locking up in ten. Are you dressed?”

  She appeared from the back and answered, “Yes, I am, and, by the way, my name is Kendra.”

  “Whoa! Whoa! I see you on some fly shit now, huh, Spi… I mean Kendra?” the security guard said, laughing.

  “Tank, can you walk me out, so I don’t have to fuck you up?”

  Once outside, Kendra handed Tank a one hundred dollar bill.

  “No, no. Go on ahead and keep that,” Tank exclaimed.

  She hugged him and waved goodbye. Then, she turned and walked to the parking lot. Just as promised, Trent was waiting for her. He was leaning against his black on black Escalade. As she approached, he asked, “You ready, lil mama?”

  Kendra smiled and nodded. He grabbed her bag and opened her door for her. After placing her bag in the backseat, he climbed into the driver’s seat. He started up his truck and pulled off. They drove in silence for fifteen minutes. Kendra broke the silence when she said, “Don’t think, ‘cause you dropped some loot, you bought me cuz I ain’t fo’ sale!”

  “Whoa, shawty! You got me wrong. A brotha tryna get to know you and show you some things. Do I have to keep telling you to trust me? Relax, shawty,” Trent said as he caressed her face.

  Moments later, they pulled into a cul-de-sac in Palms, one of the oldest neighborhoods in Los Angeles. After he had parked in front of a beautiful home, Trent turned off the engine of his Escalade.

  “This is not where I live. I live in the hood,” Kendra said, folding her arms and pouting.

  “Oh, I see you a little bossy. Imma have to break that fo’ real,” Trent chuckled.

  His teasing made Kendra ease up. They exited the truck and went into the house. Kendra was amazed by the décor of the house. There were sculptures throughout. The foyer was made of granite and had the name MOORE engraved in the tile. Trent showed her to the family room, where he lit himself a blunt and poured both of them a shot of Henney.

  “Come here, lil mama. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be a gentleman.”

  Kendra laughed at Trent’s persistence as she sat on the chaise.

  “Nice house,” she said.

  “Thanks, but I don’t live here.”

  Kendra raised a brow.

  “Before you say anything, this is my parent’s house. They are vacationing in the Bahamas. I have a condo four blocks away from here.”

  Kendra relaxed some more, and they chatted until she fell asleep. The next morning, when she awoke, she found Trent staring at her.

  “So, how did you sleep?” he asked.

  “It’s not my bed, but I slept just fine,” Kendra answered softly.

  She gave Trent an A plus because he had kept his word and had been a perfect gentleman.

  “You hungry?” Trent asked.

  “No, but can you direct me to the bathroom?” Kendra replied.

  “Down the hall and make a left. I already put some towels out for you.”

  “Thanks,” Kendra said as she made her way out of the family room.

  “Not a problem. My sister’s room is across the hall. If you can find anything useful in there, go right ahead,” Trent said as he went into the kitchen.

  Kendra made her way down the long hallway. Once inside the bathroom, she ran the water. After setting the temperature, she hopped right in and thought about her night— how she just up and left with a complete stranger.

  “Shit!” she said. “I’m fucking crazy.”

  After a long, steamy shower, her mind relaxed. She was lucky that she always brought extra clothes to the club with her. After drying off, she threw on a sundress and pinned her hair up. As soon as she opened the door, Trent was standing there.

  “Oh, my gosh! Don’t do that shit! You scared me!” Kendra screamed, while holding her chest and breathing heavily.

  “My bad, beautiful. I was just checking to see if you wanted to go eat?” Trent smiled, looking her up and down.

  “Nah, I’m not hungry, but can I get a rain check? Besides, I have to pay some bills. Then, I have to stop by my school and drop my art class, so can you keep being the gentleman that you have been and take me to my car?” Kendra said, batting her eyelashes.

  “Sure thing, lil mama. I’m good on my word. I’ll take you to get your whip.”

  Once outside, Kendra noticed that the Escalade was gone, and a beat up 1992 Honda Accord was in its place. Kendra was confused. Trent felt her hesitation, so he turned her way and said, “Look, shawty, I know this is not what we drove in last night. My man picked up my truck and left me my work car. I have to switch up to keep them boys off me while I’m handling business. I gotta keep a low profile.”

  Kendra really didn’t know what she was stepping into, but she couldn’t help it. He had intrigued and charmed her, and she had charmed him, as well, when she asked, “So, when you say ‘boys,’ you mean the police, right?”

  Trent threw his head back and laughed. Kendra didn’t find it that funny, but she kind of smirked at how dumb she
must have sounded. Then, he said, “Come on, shawty. Get in.”

  Trent opened the door for her. Once inside, Kendra let out a sigh of relief. The inside of the car was nothing like the outside. After settling into her seat, Kendra checked her phone and saw that she had three new messages. The first one was from her sister: “This is your big sista. I been callin’ yo funky ass all night. I hope one of those niggas ain’t kidnapped you. I’mma call Tank. Call me back.”

  Kendra really didn’t have time to listen to the other messages, so she turned the phone off. Meanwhile, Trent turned up the radio and then reached into the ashtray and lit an already rolled blunt.

  “Hey, that’s my jam,” Kendra said loudly, pretending the song on the radio was her favorite in an attempt to hide the sounds of her growling stomach.

  Twenty minutes later, they pulled up at the club. She hurriedly got out the car and hustled her way to the back entrance of the club.

  “Ay, lil mama!” Trent called out. “Say I know you’re not dancing. I thought you wanted to give that up.”

  Trent gave Kendra a concerned look. She smiled helplessly and said, “I just have to clear some things out and tell Bigg Boss. Now, it’s my turn to ask you. Do you trust me?”

  Trent nodded. Then, he handed her a hundred dollar bill and said, “Make sure you get something to eat. I can’t have my shawty’s stomach growling loud like it was while you were in the car.”

  As he kissed her on the forehead, she felt embarrassed. She then turned and walked to the club. When Kendra entered the club, she was greeted by Tank. He laughed, “What’s up, Ken? Your sister’s been blowing my phone up. Make sure you call her before she puts out an APB on you.”

  Kendra playfully shoved him. “I’ll call her when I’m done. I promise.”

  Kendra strolled to the back. She saw several of her favorite tippers; she talked to some for a few, and she ignored the others ‘cause they were downright drunk in the middle of the day. Kendra kept right on walking towards the dressing area. The Honey Dripper was working the main stage. She always set the place on fire when she performed her signature move. It made all the niggas go wild. Still, to this day, Kendra didn’t know how The Honey Dripper could drink a jar of honey, then masturbate while honey came running out of her vagina.