Dirtiest Revenge

by Cha'Bella Don

  “Damn! Okay, Ms. Johnson. I got you. Give me about thirty minutes,” Trent said. Then, he turned and walked to Nicole’s room.

  When he got to her room, he found Nicole naked and with her ass tooted in the air. Trent immediately took off his clothes.

  “You know just the way daddy likes for you to be,” Trent said, sliding his dick up and down Nicole’s ass.

  “Daddy, stop teasing me,” Nicole moaned.

  “Baby, I’m tryna get you nice and wet,” Trent said.

  Then, he moaned as soon as her pussy started dripping. Trent eased himself right on in. He proceeded to bang her pussy out. He hit it doggy style for ten minutes, straight backboard hitting the wall. Once they were done, Trent reached in his pocket to retrieve his blunt. He looked at Nicole, who was now laying in her wet spot, and asked, “Aye. How much work you got?”

  “I have a quarter piece left. They’re bagged already,” Nicole stated.

  “Cool,” Trent replied. “Let me get a nickel. Cut it down to give to your moms.”

  Nicole did as she was told. She reached under her mattress, grabbed one of the baggies, took out a nickel, took a razor blade, and cut the rock down. Just as she was handing the rocks to Trent, Ms. Johnson banged on the door and said, “Trent, I know you didn’t forget. It’s been thirty minutes. Are you gonna give that to me?”

  Trent hollered through the door, “Ms. Johnson, I’ll see you before I leave out the house. That’s my word.”

  “Okay, nigga. If you don’t, that’s your ass,” Ms. Johnson threatened.

  Trent laid back on the bed. While watching Law & Order, he pulled Nicole’s head down, so she could suck his dick. Nicole’s mouth felt like the inside of her pussy, juicy and warm. Trent came almost immediately. Nicole swallowed and licked him clean.

  “Yeah, baby. Swallow daddy’s cum.”

  A few minutes later, as Trent collected his belongings and got ready to leave, Nicole asked, “Why don’t you spend the night? You know you don’t have to go home.”

  “Look, Nicole. You know I don’t spend the night out. I got a woman at home, and you of all people should know that, so stop acting brand new.”

  “Well, I guess we know who wears the pants in your relationship.”

  Before she knew it, Trent had backhanded Nicole in her mouth. “Bitch, do you know who the fuck you’re talking to? You better show me some damn respect.” Trent was fuming. He grabbed his pants, threw them on, and headed out the door. Back in the living room, Ms. Johnson was on the couch, shaking. She needed a hit real bad. “Damn, Ms. Johnson. Looks like that monkey on you real tough,” Trent laughed as he tossed the rocks on the table.

  With that, he walked out the house and got in his truck. Trent made it home at 5:30 A.M. He prayed that Kendra would still be asleep, so he wouldn’t have to hear her mouth.

  “Fuck,” Trent said once he saw that Kendra wasn’t lying on the floor anymore. He knew Kendra like the back of his hand. Once she woke up, it was hard for her to go back to sleep. Trent went into the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a towel, so he could wash Nicole’s pussy scent off his dick before heading upstairs to bed. He crept up the stairs, making sure he didn’t make a sound. Once he got in his room, Trent quickly took his clothes off and hopped into the bed. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he heard Kendra say, “Nigga, you must’ve fell and bumped your head, strolling up in here at five something in the morning. Trent, I’m not fucking playing with you. I don’t even want to think about you fucking bird bitches when you have the baddest bitch at home.”

  “Baby, what do I look like cheating on you. Baby, that’s not even in my character. You know I love only you,” Trent said, putting his arms around Kendra’s waist and attempting to spoon her.

  “My nigga, you better come better than that and move yo ass away from me, smelling like weed.”

  Kendra elbowed Trent in the stomach, so he turned over and closed his eyes. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought, Damn. A nigga smooth.

  *****

  Later that morning, Trent took Kendra out for brunch on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. After brunch, Trent and Kendra walked up and down Rodeo Drive, going in and out of the upscale stores. Almost every store was Kendra’s favorite.

  “Hold up, shawty. I’ll be right back,” Trent said as he jogged out of the store they were in.

  Kendra was trying on some Louis Vuitton boots when Trent came back in with a couple of bags. He had one from Tiffany’s and a few from the Gucci store.

  Kendra gasped, “For me, baby?”

  Trent shook his head, and Kendra jumped up and down like a little kid in a candy store.

  “Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie,” she said.

  The customers in the store all smiled at the happy couple. The sales lady in the Louis Vuitton store asked Kendra if she was going to purchase the boots.

  “No, thank you, miss. My hubby got me all the things I needed,” Kendra stated with a smile.

  Together, they walked out the store, hand in hand. Kendra was feeling so good. She did not want the day to end. She wanted to stay on cloud nine. Kendra suggested that they head to the Santa Monica Pier and take a lovely stroll on the boardwalk.

  “Babe, I would love to, but, now, I gotta go on the block to make more ends.”

  Kendra sighed. As she walked to the truck, she said, “Trent, I knew that was the reason you bought me these gifts. You don’t want me to start fussing.”

  “I’m sorry, ma. You know I’d rather be at home with you. C’mon now. Don’t be like that.”

  Trent rubbed Kendra’s face and kissed her on her forehead. “Didn’t your man show you a nice time? We went out to eat, then I took you shopping.”

  Kendra continued to pout. She knew, if she did it long enough, that she could get her way with him.

  “Shawty, don’t be like that, love. Don’t pout, baby. A’ight, ma. I’ll tell you what. we can go home and watch a movie until it’s time for me to hit the streets. I will just tell Marcos to meet me at the house. Is that alright?” Trent asked.

  Kendra didn’t want to argue anymore, so she said, “Cool. I’m with it.”

  Once inside the truck, Trent called up Marcos and told him to meet up at his house within the next couple of hours. After he ended the call, Trent returned his attention to Kendra.

  “Say, shawty. Listen. I might do a whole twenty-four hours on the block. It’s mad money to be made from the first to the fifteenth, but I’m not sure. I just want you to be aware, so don’t get mad if I don’t answer my phone when you call, okay?”

  Kendra nodded her head.

  “That’s my baby,” Trent smiled.

  *****

  Back at the house, Kendra was in the kitchen cooking tilapia, rice pilaf, and broccoli, while sipping on a glass of Moscato.

  “Hey, baby. Why don’t we watch some reruns of Good Times?” Kendra suggested.

  “Nah, boo. We’re going to watch my favorite movie New Jack City.”

  In unison, they yelled, “Rock-a-bye, baby,” which was Keisha’s infamous line.

  Once Kendra had finished whipping up her nice meal, they sat, ate, and watched the movie. Kendra was happy that she was spending some quality time with her man. For the last couple of weeks, he’d been acting strange, and he hadn’t been performing up to her sexual standards. Kendra didn’t want to think that Trent was out there cheating, so she just chopped up his less than thrilling sex skills to him being tired from grinding.

  While they were eating and watching the movie, the doorbell rang.

  “I’ll get it. It’s probably Marcos anyways,” Trent said, walking to the door.

  “Just make sure you do your work in the garage,” Kendra pleaded.

  Trent nodded. Then, he answered the door.

  “Hey,” Nia said as she kissed Trent on the cheek. “I came to keep my baby sister company since y’all Negros wanna go grind.”

  “But y’all don’t say shit when it comes to spending our dough,” Marcos said, follow
ing behind her.

  “What it do, baby boy? You ready to get this paper?” Marcos said to Trent.

  “Fa’sho, my nigga. Let’s go do this in the garage. You know my baby don’t like for this to be in the house,” Trent laughed.

  Nia walked into the living room and said, “Hey, baby girl.”

  “Hey, Nia,” Kendra replied, getting up to hug her sister.

  “It sure does smell good in here,” Nia hinted.

  “Go ‘head, Nia. There’s some leftovers on the stove. Don’t pick in my food and wash your hands.”

  Nia ran to the kitchen, washed her hands, and fixed herself a plate.

  *****

  In the garage, Trent and Marcos cut down the rocks and bagged them up while banging to N.W.A.’s, Dopeman. Trent was so eager to get on the block. At this time, the police were changing shifts, so it made it easier for them to get their hustle on without a hassle. The Crew Cuts was the name the block had given to a certain group of officers. Although they were the law, if you wanted to grind, all you had to do was make sure you gave them a cut.

  Downtown LA was a grimy place to hustle, but the money was grand. A lot went down on Fifth and Main, which was also known as the Nickel. A lot of out-of-towners had gotten caught up down there. Some just weren’t fit to hustle. Trent and Marcos had seen it so many times that they had their own motto— “Hustle hard or go home ‘cause, if you’re weak on the block, you gets got.”

  Trent lifted his head in Marcos’s direction and asked, “My nigga, you ready?”

  Marcos nodded and said, “Let's be out.”

  Trent went back into the house and told Kendra he was out.

  “I’ll call you, ma, once I’m finished.”

  Trent slapped Kendra on the ass and walked out.

  “Finally, they’re gone. I’m so fed up with Marcos’s ass. It wasn’t no way he was leaving me at home by myself, and I don’t understand why they don’t hustle here,” Nia complained.

  “‘Cause you know this ain’t their hood, and these fake-ass, ‘round the way thugs is on some real hater shit. You know that, Nia, so please don’t act dumb about it,” Kendra stated.

  The girls sat in the living room and watched the rest of New Jack City.

  “On the real, Nia. I’m tired of this bullshit. Trent’s ass is slipping in the sex department. It’s been that way for the last few weeks now. I know he’s been hustling hard, but my mind keeps telling me to don’t be a fool. I’m tired of crying and going through these emotions.”

  Kendra’s eyes had tears in them as she asked her sister, “Nia, am I stupid to think that Trent might be cheating on me?” She loved getting advice from her sister.

  “No, sister, if that’s what you feel, then you need to address the issue before it becomes worse. If you don’t do something now, you’ll start hating him, and he’ll have no clue why you’re doing the things you’re doing to him. Trust in your big sister when I say, ‘Talk to him and let him know how you feel’. It will take a lot of pressure off of you, okay?”

  Nia grabbed some tissue and wiped her sister’s eyes.

  “I feel you. This job is stressing me to the max. Plus, I’m trying to get ready for graduation this summer. I have a lot on my plate, and dealing with this lack of communication with my man had taken a toll on me,” Kendra said, wiping away her tears.

  “It will be okay. I got your back. Well, shit, let’s roll out. It’s Saturday, I feel like a drink or two. We can go to the Fridays at the Ladera Center. Maybe, that will take your mind off things.”

  “I think I’m going to stay at home and watch reruns of Good Times,” Kendra said dryly.

  “C’mon, Ken. You will feel better. I promise you,” Nia pleaded, making sad eyes.

  “Oh, damn, Nia. I hate when you look like that. Okay! Okay! I’ll go. Just get that dumb look off your face.”

  Kendra couldn’t stop laughing as her sister made sad faces.

  “I’m going to grab a sweater,” Kendra said.

  *****

  It was very crowded at Fridays. The ladies chose to sit in the bar area. They placed their orders as soon as they sat down.

  “I’ll have a Patrón margarita with an extra shot of Patrón on the side,” Kendra told the bartender. “And can you make sure it’s blended?” she asked politely.

  “Dayum, girl! You sure you can handle that? That’s a big girl’s drink,” Nia said, looking at her sister and feeling sorry for her.

  “Aye, bartender. Bring me a Zombie, top shelf,” Nia said.

  The bartender blended the drinks and placed them in front of the women. They were happy to drink and to talk.

  “You know I feel like going back to dancing, right?” Kendra confessed, slurring her words.

  Nia looked at her and started laughing. Then, she said, “You know damn well Bigg Boss ain’t letting you back in that club. What has it been, about six years since he kicked your ass out?”

  “Fuck you! I walked up out that bitch. He ain’t throw nobody out,” Kendra snapped.

  The women were enjoying themselves. Kendra didn’t have school, work, or Trent on her mind. She was tipsy and feeling herself.

  “Hold on, girl. I will be right back. I have to go use the little girls’ room,” Kendra said as she walked off towards the bathroom.

  The restaurant was jammed pack. Kendra was almost to the bathroom when she tripped. She just knew she was about to hit the floor when a pair of strong arms caught her before she fell.

  “Are you alright, miss?” the strong gentleman asked with a smile.

  “Excuse me. I’m okay. Thank you, sir,” Kendra answered. Embarrassment was written all over her face. Kendra looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to her.

  “No one saw you, cutie. It’s just me and you,” the gentleman said.

  Kendra thanked him once more before disappearing into the restroom. After washing her hands, Kendra returned to the bar area and was stopped by the man who had caught her from falling. “My bad. I don’t mean to be rude, but you are so damn beautiful to me, and I just have to ask your name?”

  “My name is Kendra, but everyone calls me Ken,” she said, sashaying her way to the bar.

  “Lovely name. By the way, my name is Wiz,” he said, extending his hand for her to shake it.

  Although Kendra hated street names, she had to admit the brother was all that and then some.

  Wiz stood six feet, five inches. He had a Hershey complexion with a nice Colgate smile. Wiz’s hair was cut in low fade, and he sported a neatly trimmed goatee.

  “I know you’re probably here with your man, but I just had to take this opportunity to let you know how fine you are,” Wiz said.

  “Actually, I am here with my sister tonight.”

  “Well, can I buy you and your sister another round of whatever you’re drinking?” Wiz offered.

  “That’s okay, Wiz. I can buy my own drink, but, hey, the gesture was nice. Thank you again,” Kendra said. as she walked back to her seat at the bar.

  Nia was now on her second drink. “Why are you smiling?” she asked Kendra upon her return.

  Before Kendra could answer, Wiz walked up and said, “Kendra, if you won’t let me buy you a drink, will you, at least, take my number?”

  Wiz handed her one of his business cards. Nia kicked her sister.

  “Ouch,” Kendra mumbled as she quickly shot her sister a look. Realizing what Nia wanted, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners? Wiz, this is my older sister Nia. Nia, this is Wiz.”

  As Wiz and Nia shook hands, Kendra rubbed her leg in the spot where Nia had kicked her.

  “Pleased to meet you,” Wiz said.

  “The pleasure’s all mine,” Nia giggled.

  As he walked away, Nia asked, “So, is he the reason you took so long in the restroom, chick?”

  Kendra rolled her eyes and answered, “Girl, that fine-ass brother caught me before I fell flat on my face.” She chuckled. “He’s fine and all, but I have a man. I’ll just h
old on to his number for a ‘just in case’ moment, though.”

  “A ‘just in case’ my ass,” Nia smirked. “The brother is fine. He puts Dwyane Wade to shame.”

  “Look, It’s getting late. I think it’s time for us to head on home,” Kendra said.

  “C’mon, Ken. The fellas are out grinding. They won’t be coming home till morning, so let’s just go ahead and enjoy ourselves.”

  “Alright already. Bartender, give us another round,” Kendra said, trying really hard to enjoy herself.

  They remained at Fridays until closing. At the end of the night, Kendra and Nia were both buzzed. When they left, Nia was staggering, so Kendra had to help her sister make it to the car.

  “Y’all gonna be alright?” Wiz asked as he pulled up beside them in his white 745Li.

  “Yeah, we straight. Thanks, again,” Kendra said.

  “I know you have a man, but, if you just need a friend to talk to, I’m a phone call away. Nice meeting the both of you,” Wiz said before pulling off.

  On the drive home, Nia held her stomach and said that she was feeling sick. When they were halfway home, she told Kendra to hurry and pull over. Before the car came to a full stop, she was on the side of the highway, throwing up.

  “Aww! You look a hot mess,” Kendra joked.

  “Fuck you,” Nia slurred. “Stop at a gas station and get me some BC powder and a Sprite please.”

  When they arrived back at Kendra’s home, Nia threw up again. Once Nia was done, Kendra helped her sister get cleaned up. Then, she made sure there were clean sheets and covers in the guest bedroom. Kendra took a nice, warm bath. She had surrounded herself with some aromatherapy candles that gave off a calming scent. Just when she had started to relax, her cell began to sing “Baby, you give good love….”. Kendra picked up the phone after the third ring.

  “Hey, baby,” Kendra cooed.

  “We’re just about to finish. I have this last dub sack, so expect to see ya man early, a’ight, shawty?” Trent said.