Dirty Laundry

by Cherie Briggins

  An hour later, Supreme’s phone was still vibrating, and it was starting to get on Choice’s nerves.

  “Supreme,” Choice whispered. “You going to answer your phone?”

  Choice reached over, picked up his phone, and hit the answer button.

  “Tell whoever it is that you’ll talk to them tomorrow,” Choice said, letting whoever was blowing up his phone know that he was busy.

  Supreme was stunned. Any other female would have been tripping on him when his phone first started going off back to back. Choice was different, and he liked that. She also thought she was slick by letting her voice be heard.

  Supreme looked at his phone. He was surprised to see Nessa’s name on the screen. Nessa was a chick he dealt with when he was in New York.

  “Wassup?”

  Nessa chuckled into the phone.” I see you busy playboy. I was just calling you to see when you were going to bless New Yitty with your presence, that’s all.”

  “I was just down there not too long ago so it probably won’t be for a minute. Aye Nessa, let me hit you back later a’ight.”

  Those were the last words Choice heard before drifting off to sleep.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  “Mommy, Mommy! Please stop,” Kyree begged as her little heart beat in her chest as she tried to push her mom’s head from between her thighs.

  Kyree was lying in her mom’s bed while her mom performed oral sex on her as Rosco beat his dick. This had been going on for months. The shit was such a turn on for him that Rosco made sure he gave Karen a couple of rocks every time she performed for him with her six-year-old daughter.

  Rosco was a sick fuck. In his fucked up head, he didn’t see anything wrong with what he loved to watch. Since Rosco didn’t touch the little girl, then he thought there wasn’t anything wrong with what he was doing. There wasn’t anything wrong with watching. How could something that gave him so much pleasure in watching be so wrong? As far as Rosco knew, Karen would only perform oral sex on Kyree when he asked her to.

  In the beginning, Karen hated to do it. She always complained that Kyree smelled of dried piss. That didn’t matter to Rosco. Not too long after they started, he could tell that Karen had started to love it. Neither of them knew how much damage they were doing to Kyree.

  “What the fuck you stop for?” Rosco yelled.

  “She pissed,” Karen said as she pulled her face from between Kyree’s pissy thighs.

  “Bitch, I don’t give a fuck! Suck that shit up so I can get the fuck up out of here,” Rosco said, not wanting to run into Eddie.

  Rosco jerked his little dick faster and faster before cumming.

  ****

  Choice sat at the bar in the King of Diamonds. Her long hair was French braided to the back in zigzags all the way down to her waist. Choice sipped on some Ciroc and pineapple juice as she snapped her fingers to Ciara’s new smash hit Body Party. She had promised Blue that she would be there so here she was in the flesh. Choice was also celebrating her birthday. She was finally eighteen, and was happy about that.

  Dressed in a leopard printed catsuit, Choice was rocking classic black Reeboks on her feet. She wouldn’t be caught dead in heels or wedges in the popular KOD on a Saturday night where every and anything went down. She wanted to be able to run freely without worrying about falling. Choice pushed the large black rimmed non-prescription glasses up on her pretty face.

  Choice screamed and hollered when Blue walked out on stage dancing to Ace Hood’s new joint. She downed the rest of her Ciroc and eased off the stool. Her short 5’2” frame walking over to stand in front of the crowded stage. Choice wanted to shower her girl with the dollar bills she had put away just for this occasion. Choice’s plump ass moved with every step she took.

  “That’s right bitch!” Choice said as she made it rain on Blue until the twenty ones were gone.

  “I didn’t take you for the strip club type,” Bear said into Choice’s ear as he sipped on Hennessey.

  “I didn’t take you for the stalker type,” Choice said, not even bothering to turn around.

  “Stalker? Yeah okay, shorty,” Bear chuckled. “Never a stalker, baby girl. I like the bodysuit,” Bear said as he stepped back to get a good look at what Choice was working with. He touched the end of her braids. “I love what you did to your hair. At first, I didn’t recognize you with those glasses on.”

  Choice sucked her teeth, frustrated with Bear. “What’s up, Bear? I’m trying to watch my girl and have a good time.”

  “Damn, I was just trying to say hi to your conceited ass.”

  Choice could tell that Bear was starting to get pissed, but she didn’t care. Bear wasn’t the best-looking dude, but chicks would flock to him off the strength of him having money. Choice wasn’t that girl and wasn’t interested.

  “You one mean bit-- look, I’m sorry for the way I stepped to you and your girl when we were first introduced,” Bear said taking the rest of his Hennessey to the head.

  “All is forgiven,” Choice said.

  She wasn’t thinking about him or his apology. Bear gave her the creeps.

  “Well, look, me and my people over in VIP. Come over and get a drink on me, a’ight?” Bear said in Choice’s ear.

  The club was loud as fuck and he was tired of yelling.

  “We’re right over there,” Bear said pointing his finger in the direction of their table.

  There were two tables full of dudes and one chick, popping bottle after bottle. But that’s not what had her attention. Supreme was sitting at the table on the phone with Keisha sitting next to him. Choice was pissed. She hadn’t seen or heard from Supreme in a month and here he was popping bottles. Choice had to check her attitude. Supreme wasn’t her man, so it was what it was.

  “You know what? I can use another drink,” Choice said wanting Supreme to see her as she followed behind Bear.

  “Damn! It took you long enough,” Rosco said, not noticing Choice.

  “Yeah, I ran into shorty,” Bear said taking a seat at the table. He was happy that Choice was with him.

  “Wassup Choice?” Rosco asked as Choice sat next to Bear.

  “Hey,” she said dryly.

  Choice could tell Supreme was pissed as he shot daggers at her with his eyes. She sat next to Bear at the table sipping on Hennessey. Choice tried not to pay attention to Supreme and Keisha, but that was futile. The shit didn’t sit well with her at all.

  Choice was jealous. She would be the first to admit it. She watched as Supreme whispered something in Keisha’s ear as Keisha sat in her seat snapping her fingers to Beyonce’s Bow Down. .

  “You good girl?” Bear asked Choice. He looked at her then over at Supreme.

  “I’m good, Bear.”

  “Well, you could’ve fooled me,” Rosco said as he shook his head. “You look mad pissed right now.”

  Choice picked up her glass and downed the rest of the Hennessey she was sipping on. She watched Supreme put the blunt he was smoking on up to his mouth, and then blew out a cloud of smoke. As he sat back in his seat, he looked back over at Choice.

  “I’ll be back y’all. Let me go to the bathroom real quick,” Choice said.

  The real reason Choice excused herself. She was getting tired of looking at Supreme and that bitch he was with.

  “Choice!” Choice heard a deep voice call as she was walking to the bathroom. She turned around.

  “Wise! I didn’t know you were going to be here,” Choice smiled up at him.

  “Yeah, I decided to see what was up. We got VIP upstairs,” Wise said, smiling from ear to ear.

  “You looking and smelling good as always,” he said, as he looked Choice up and down. “Damn Choice, I wish you would give a nigga a chance. But anyway, Happy Birthday. Eighteen is looking real good on you.”

  Choice grinned. “Thank you.”

  Supreme was staring a hole into Choice. She could tell Supreme was pissed, but Supreme wanted to play games so she was going to play games too. Her first thought wa
s to piss him off even more and play on Wise’s emotions, but she had too much respect for Wise to do that.

  “Well, I’m going to head upstairs.”

  “A’ight. If any niggas get to acting out, come get me,” Wise said as he gave her a big hug, wrapping her up in his big arms.

  “You already know I will.”

  “A’ight baby.”

  Once Choice was in the bathroom, she took a deep breath. Seeing Supreme had her feeling some kind of way that she couldn’t explain. Choice had to check herself more than once since she saw Supreme with Keisha. She made sure every hair on her head was in place.

  The bathroom door swung open and in walked Keisha. Choice took another deep breath and washed her hands. Choice didn’t want to have to beat Keisha’s ass. That’s exactly what would happen if Keisha got outta pocket with her.

  “You the chick that was with Supreme awhile ago, right?” Keisha asked.

  “Yep. That’s me,” Choice said, eyeing her.

  “Oh, I thought so. You were sitting at Bear’s table.”

  “And what the fuck is it to you? You fucking him too?” Choice asked Keisha.

  “Whatever. I’m not even going to waste my time,” Keisha said, looking Choice up and down.

  “You already know what it is. You don’t want it,” Choice spoke calmly. “What? You mad ‘cause I was with Supreme the other night? You know he took me to the Ramada that night. But I’m pretty sure he took you there before. However, the difference between you and me is that I didn’t have to fuck him or suck him. Ain’t shit go down, but sleep.”

  Choice phone vibrated in her bra, letting her know she had a text message. “Anyway, I gotta go. Have a good night.”

  Choice flicked her braids off her shoulder and walked out the bathroom. The text was from Supreme.

  Where you at?

  She texted him back.

  Why? What’s up?

  You with dude you were talking to?I couldn’t even get a hi, huh?

  You saw me just like I saw you. Your mouth don’t work?

  You know damn well you saw me when you walked up to the VIP so stop with the bullshit.

  I also see you got a date with you. And I didn’t want to take away from her time. So I let her have that.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Tone was one of the bar tenders at the KOD. He was behind the bar mixing drinks when Choice walked up to the counter.

  “Yo, Tone,” Choice spoke as loud as she could over the music. “Blue coming back out?”

  “Yeah, she should be up next. She came out here looking for you, but we couldn’t find you.”

  A couple of minutes later, Blue came out crawling on the stage to T-Pain’s I’m in Love with a Stripper. Supreme sung along with the song. Choice didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Supreme. She could smell his cologne with a mixture of loud so she knew he was high.

  “After the club, we should hook up,” Supreme said.

  His hot breath was tickling her ear.

  “Where’s your girl at?” Choice asked.

  “I already told you that she’s not my girl so I don’t know why you keep insisting that she is,” Supreme said, shrugging his shoulders as he licked Choice earlobe.

  Choice’s juices started to flow as her pussy throbbed. She knew if she fucked with him, that’s all they would be doing. Choice had to check her feelings at the door.

  “You coming to the crib or what?” Supreme asked Choice, snapping her out of her thoughts.

  Choice didn’t even get to answer before Supreme snatched her hand and was pulling her out of the club behind him.

  “Supreme, what about my girl?”

  “What about her? She got a car right?”

  “Yeah, she got a car.”

  “Well, she’ll be a’ight. Call her ass later,” Supreme said as they walked through the parking lot and hitting the unlock button to a black 2013 Camaro.

  Choice wanted him just as much as he wanted her, if not more. On the way to their destination, Choice thought long and hard, her heart beating a mile a minute. The ride was a quiet one. The radio wasn’t even on. The only thing that could be heard was their vibrating cell phones.

  “Where are we going?” Choice asked Supreme as she looked over at him.

  “You’re going to see. Can I trust you?” Supreme asked as he looked Choice in her eyes.

  She stared back into his dark piercing eyes. “Yes. Of course you can trust me.”

  “A’ight good,” Supreme said, focusing back on the road.

  They pulled up to a two-story black fenced in home. The house was all white and reminded Choice of a mini white house. They were far away from the hood. All the houses on the street were beautiful. And the neighborhood was so quiet.

  As soon as they pulled in the long driveway, two pit bulls came running up on the car as Supreme pulled into the garage. Choice could tell Supreme loved to spend his money on things to drive. He had a yellow and black Suzuki along with the Avalanche, the Cadillac truck, the Camaro, and a rusted out Nissan Maxima.

  “Let me take care of my dogs real quick,” Supreme said, opening the door to his house. “Go upstairs. It’s the gold, black and white room on the right.”

  “Okay,” Choice said, feeling like she had a ton of butterflies in her tummy.

  Supreme hit the button to let the garage door up then went to take care of his dogs. When Choice walked in the house, Choice admired the kitchen. It had stainless steel appliances, dark wooden floors with a long island in the center of the kitchen. It was breathtaking.

  She looked out the back window. Supreme was filling up the dog bowls. Choice decided she would get a good look at the rest of the house in the morning as she made her way upstairs. Once Choice found the room, she sat on the bed.

  “Sorry about that. I had to feed my dogs,” Supreme said, walking into the bathroom in his room to wash his hands.

  Supreme didn’t waste any time. He walked over to Choice, kneeled in front of her, and began taking off her shoes.

  “You scared,” Supreme asked as he looked into Choice eyes.

  “Yeah, a little.”

  “Don’t be scared,” Supreme said, rubbing Choice’s feet. “Why are you scared?”

  Choice shrugged her shoulders.

  “You shouldn’t be,” Supreme said, pushing her back on his bed then taking off her glasses. “You know you want me just as much as I want you. But I would be scared too, fucking with a nigga like me.”

  Supreme looked over at Choice’s vibrating phone.

  “Here,” Supreme said as he handed Choice her phone. “Answer it. Tell that nigga you busy,” Supreme said as he took off his shirt and got on top of Choice, kissing and sucking her on the neck.

  “Wise, I’m good,” Choice said, answering the phone. “But I’m kinda of busy right now. Can I call you back?”

  “Yeah a’ight. That’s cool. Why you sounding like that? You sure you straight?”

  Supreme bit Choice on her neck gently.

  “Hmm, yeah I’m good, Wise. Don’t worry about me.”

  Supreme took Choice’s phone and turned it off. She watched as he took his pants and boxers off. Choice wasn’t a genius in math, but Supreme looked to be about, ten and a half inches and the shit was also thick.

  “You sure it’s going to fit? Choice asked, slightly scared.

  “If it don’t, Supreme said kissing her forehead, “then we gon’ make it fit.”

  Choice’s body was most definitely one of a goddess. Her body was perfect. She didn’t have one blemish in sight.

  “Come here,” Supreme said as he licked his lips.

  Choice looked down at Supreme’s dick. It looked so hard she was a little scared. He pulled the covers over them then stuck the head in. She was so happy for his gentleness. Her body tensed up as he tried to enter her honey pot.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m having a hard time getting it in so it may hurt a little,” Supreme said, looking down at her.

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p; “Okay,” Choice said as she anticipated the pain to come.

  Choice enjoyed the kisses Supreme delivered to her neck and chin. She knew he was trying to take her mind off the pain between her legs. Their bodies pressed together as he went in and out as slowly as possible. Supreme gazed down at Choice with low eyes.

  “You okay?” Supreme whispered as he stopped moving. Choice nodded her head.

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Choice looked down to see his dick going in and out of her virgin pussy.

  “Mmm!” Choice moaned from pain and pleasure as Supreme moved in and out of her slowly.

  Choice covered Supreme’s mouth with hers. She waited for him to reject the kiss because she knew that no kissing was one of his rules. He told her this in a previous phone conversation so he was surprised when he kissed her back. Their tongues went back and forth like they were having their own wrestling match. Choice started to enjoy it as she opened her legs wider for Supreme.

  “Damn baby, I’m about to bust.” Supreme said as he tried not to release his nut.

  Choice’s pussy muscles were contracting around his dick and the shit was driving Supreme crazy. She took his bottom lip in her mouth as her body quivered from her first orgasm, soaking Supreme’s condom and pubic hair even more. He closed his eyes and came in the latex.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  “I have some towels in the linen closet in the bathroom,” Supreme said as he got up to change his sheets and to throw away his condom.

  Choice went in the bathroom to take a quick shower.

  “You need something to sleep in,” Supreme asked when Choice came back in the bedroom.

  “I didn’t know you wanted me to stay,” she replied.

  “If you want to go home, I can take you home. But, it’s 2:43 in the morning. Your mom ain’t gon’ trip on you for coming in the house so late?”

  “Yeah, you’re right,” Choice agreed. “I’m going to stay. I don’t need anything to sleep in. I’m good. I can sleep like this if that’s okay with you.”

  “Shit, you have no complaints from me.”