by Nicety
My eyes skimmed through the crowd for the unique sparkling dress but the harder I looked the more the job became like finding a needle in a haystack. Quickly my hopes died, lowering my searching eyes to the floor. She was gone in an instant and it pissed me off to the max. I was amazed that she had gotten out of the packed club scene that quickly, like a ninja. I gave up, reaching in my pocket for my car keys figuring I’d head to the crib and get some sleep before the spot in the morning when I felt this light tapping on my shoulder.
“Hey Cesar.” Her voice sounded sweetly from behind me.
“Hey…Lasha.” I smiled giving her a playful pinch on the chin. “I didn’t know you liked to come here.”
“Yeah well, there are a ton of things you didn’t know about me.” She said sipping from the skinny black straw of her orange colored drink.
“Well, maybe we need to do something about that.” I replied taking her drink from her and setting it on the bar. I didn’t want her lit up while we got to know each other better. “Wanna go somewhere and talk?”
“You know I do.” She said placing her soft well manicured hand in mine.
Chapter 6— Mink
“Girl this motherfucka been gone for two hours now. I bet you he with that trick ass, Lasha. I swear when I catch that bitch, that ass is through.” I snapped popping my gum with my teeth.
“Now Mink you know your scary ass ain’t gonna do shit.” Flava snickered through the phone.
“Dang Flav, why you always gotta trip on me like that? You don’t know what I’m gonna do. That man belongs to me, okay? As long as I got his son, that fool ain’t going anywhere. Shit, I’ll be damned if I lose my meal ticket.” I replied.
“Girl you trippin’. You don’t even know what he’s doing. He’s probably out with Yolo makin’ money.”
“Flava, the man gets heated every time I ask him to go to Yolo. I know for a fact, he ain’t with Yolo. He’s got to be with that trick. Look could you call him on three way one more time and see if he answers your phone?”
“Mink, I’m tired of playing hood rat games with you. I don’t police Yolo because I trust him. Even when I don’t wanna trust him, I trust him.”
“Why?” My lip curled in disgust.
“Cause that’s what real women do, Mink. They stand by their man.” She recited as if she was spitting something so deep.
“Stand by your man, yeah. But mine is broke. Why should I stand by his ass?”
“I’m too over you, Mink. Call me back after you’ve slept your ignorance off. Good night.” Flava exhaled as she hung up the phone in my ear.
Livid, I just wanted to call her back and snap on her but I knew my anger was misdirected. There were no words that could express how paranoid I actually was that he was out there in the middle of the night with some skank that had nothing on me. I mean she was shorter and lighter skinned almost to the point of being white but she still had nothing on me. Every nigga was hypnotized by my thick ass thighs and mocha flavored honey.
I reached into my panty drawer pulling out an old emergency pack of Newport 100’s that I only smoked one cigarette a day out of. It was my way to quit smoking just not all at once, cold turkey. Considering my life was beginning to fall apart right before my eyes, a cig was just right for the occasion. This nigga was out there cheating on me just as I did him but the only difference was, I ain’t letting his ass go without a fight. He could sleep with a thousand bitches but his dick and his money will forever belong to me. I stamped that shit when that five pound eight ounce seed busted through my uterus. Damn, my phone’s ringing again. This had better be him.
“Hello?”
“Yeah baby what up? This Cash.”
“Cash? From where?”
“Com’ on now Mink, quit playin’. That nigga that was munchin’ on that pretty ass pussy that day your man tried to whoop that ass. You remember that don’t you?”
“Oh…Hey Cash.” I smirked having fun teasing his sexy sounding ass. “I’m just fucking with you boy. What’s up?”
Cash was a short, stocky 5’6” dark skinned nigga that I had met at the club one night a few weeks back. He was a cutie and was slick with the tongue verbally and physically. But he always talked about cuffing a bitch, which was something he knew I wasn’t on. Still, I couldn’t resist being around him. He dressed like he was fresh out of a Ebony magazine and he carried his self so highly like he was mingling with red carpet celebrities and shit. I wanted that life. Not to mention that he spoiled me buying me whatever I wanted.
“I need you to look around your room and check for my wallet. I think I left it there the other night when your nigga tried to bust a cap in my ass.”
“Um…I haven’t seen no wallet, Cash.” I said rising up from the bed, giving the room a once over again.
“It should’ve been by your bed. Can you check again cause I need that shit for my job?” Cash sniffed sternly.
“Uh huh and what is it that you do again?”
“I’m an executive at the headquarters for a national company.” He chuckled.
I knew he was beating around the bush not really wanting to tell me exactly what he did for a living but it didn’t matter cause when I picked up his wallet from under the bed and searched through it, I already had my answer.
“Nope, sorry. Nothing’s in here Cash. But I’ll be sure to keep you posted if it happens to surface.” I lied nearly hanging up on him.
If he wanted it back he would have to go through my man’s Glock to get it and I knew for a fact that wasn’t going to happen. I pulled out one of the ten credit cards that were neatly tucked down inside the dark brown foldable wallet. The nice platinum Visa would do. All I could think about was all the shit I could buy with them. My hand was itching like crazy, wishing the mall was open right now so I could go and get me another bag from Macy’s.
That nigga was crazy if he thought I was going to give him anything back. In the dresser mirror, I took a look at my weave realizing that it needed a little touching up and decided it was time to go see Gigi. That fool could lay some butters and he was the only one me and Flava allowed in our heads. Period. My fingers couldn’t dial his number fast enough as I stuck the wallet and the cards deep behind my colorful array of panties and bras.
“Bitch, I’m coming over tomorrow. I need a touch up.” I said as Gigi answered the phone, checking the front door for opening noises.
“What? Wait who is this? Mink?” He smacked in his cute flamboyant way. “Oh no bitch I’m not fucking with you on that level at gunpoint unless you got the scratch you owe me from the last few times. You heard me?”
“Quit poppin’ off. I’m gonna get your little change to you. Now put me on the books for early in the morning. I got some things I need to do and I don’t wanna have to wait.”
“Excuse you miss thing, come calling me like you in high demand or something boo boo. You’ll get fit in when you get fit in. How about that?”
“Gi, why are you playing me?”
“Uh, cause you’re cheap, honey. Yes, you.” He smacked his lips in disgust.
I had been playing him these past few weeks but it was only because he let me. Shit, just because he was gay didn’t mean he didn’t still think and feel like a man. It never goes away no matter how much booty you like to bust and because of that reason he got played like the rest of them. I couldn’t help it. I needed my hair did and Cesar kept telling me to wait and my dip offs were all playing me so I had to do what I had to do.
Yeah, me and Gi have been friends since Freshman year of high school and we’ve always had each other’s backs. He was this skinny little flamboyant dude with psychedelic hairstyles, fresh gear, and sassy ways and I was the party chick who never liked to hang with the “in-crowd”. Through thick and thin we stuck together but he should’ve known better than to trust all this thickness. At the end of the day, ass was ass and when I rubbed this big ol’ thang up against his growing beast he could never resist it.
“I said I got y
ou bitch. Now quit playing.” I retorted sick of the back and forth action he was sending.
“Alright now. Don’t get here and don’t have my money cause we gon’ have it out.”
“Awe shut up nigga you ain’t gon’ do nothing but whip that big ass monster out again and bust this ass wide open like you like to do, boo.” My laughter grew hysterical.
“Okay that was lovely but that only bought you time. You still gotta run me my money so boop boop. Jokes on you.” He laughed harder than I did. “Butt is fun for the nut but money pays the bills.”
His enjoyment pissed me off a little but I let him have his fun for the moment. After all, the dude could smoke some hair. My ears damn near went deaf listening to him rant and rave about how loose my pussy was and that niggas were lined up with one dollar bills in hand just to get a taste. We’ve joked like that for years but it wasn’t until today that it began to hurt my feelings coming from him. I held the phone slightly away from my head in an attempt to drown him out as I walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of ice cold water from the frig. The front door knob jiggled a bit, making me think someone was trying to get in after noticing all of the lights off in the living room. I panicked for a second searching the knife block on the counter for the longest, deadliest, sharpest one on in the pack.
“Gigi, save that shit. I gotta call you back cause somebody’s trying to break up in here.” I whispered hanging up while he was in midsentence.
“It better be Publisher’s Clearinghouse with a big ass check or it’s on!” I yelled snatching the longest butcher knife from the block standing on the side of the island that sectioned off the kitchen from the living room.
My eyes glanced over to the microwave checking for the time, 3:45am, as the door finally swung open.
“You standing there like you gon’ do something. What the fuck you gon’ do, girl? Nothing with your scary ass.” Cesar snorted and laughed stumbling a bit inside before slamming the door.
“Nigga don’t slam that door. You’ll wake the neighbors and that’s all we need is to get put out of this motherfucka.” I said sliding the knife back in the block as he stumbled to the back bedroom.
“Don’t you ever just shut the fuck up sometimes?” Cesar said flopping down on the bed right on his belly hard as ever.
I hadn’t seen him this intoxicated in a long time. As a matter of fact the last time he was wasted like this was when we conceived CJ. A smile grew upon my face. I couldn’t help it as the thoughts raised in my mind of how to get this nigga back on track. I could guilt him so quickly into taking the job with Yolo I’d be sitting rich and pretty in a matter of weeks. The one thing that I knew would motivate him, unfortunately another baby.
“You want me to rub your feet, baby?” I asked through his groans and grunts.
He was out of it so badly that he couldn’t even speak. It was a shock to me that he had made it home but he was always good with shit like that. I removed his shoes; his elongated feet hung over the bed letting them tumble onto the floor carelessly. Cesar began to snore heavily like a bear hit with a tranquilizer dart burying his face in the pillow he was snuggled with. It was like moving a log but with a few shoves I was able to force him over onto his back in order to remove his shirt and pants. His body jerked a little before releasing a mild cough, stirring as if he were trying to wake up.
“Just relax daddy. Momma’s gonna make you feel all better.” I whispered in the most sensual voice possible.
The ripples of muscle mass on his chest felt so good under my hands as I rubbed his chest, caressing the sexiness of him. I saw his dick jump repeatedly as if to indicate that my mini-massage felt just as good to him. My tongue made its way from his brown nipples moving simultaneously between the two on down to the crease in between his thigh and his torso. I sucked gently on his skin watching him jerk and tense up from the jolt of excitement his body was being riddled with.
I could hear the faint sounds of deep moaning coming from his masculine lips. He licked and bit them trying his hardest not to scream out in ecstasy but his movements were enough to let me know what he felt. No words were needed. As I moved down to his now rock hard dick standing straight up at attention, I couldn’t help but notice that at its hardest it looked like it had grown longer since the last time I saw it. He must’ve been really horny for his dick to be that damn hard. Slapping my mouth onto it, I slurped and bobbed as fast as I could, interlocking my fingers around it moving up and down as my head did.
Cesar covered his eyes with his arm breathing heavily and curling his toes. I pummeled his dick swallowing, choking just like he was used to. He loved that shit. It was how I always got my way with him. Just as his mouth was about to release a torrent of intoxicatingly sexual moans, I jumped up quickly stripping my body of all my unwanted clothes then mounted him before he had a chance to rethink my advances.
“Ooo, shit!” He whispered still biting his lip.
He hated when I jumped off of him abruptly like that but I had something better planned for him. I crawled my naked body on top of his; titties dangling in limbo. I then straddled him, adjusting my wet pussy to align with his swollen eight-inch dick. I rotated my hips in a way to allow his manhood to slide right on in me. I began to ride my stallion. As I moved up and down slowly, I could feel my juices gently coat his shaft and the sensation of it now deep inside of me; knocking on my uterus’ door! There was slight pain but oh so much pleasure as he rubbed against my walls sending tingling sensations through my soul. I could feel him jerk inside of me trying to hold his cum, so he didn’t bust too fast.
“You wanna cum in your pussy baby?” I growled at him. “Huh?”
Cesar didn’t speak. He usually loved to talk dirty in bed but I guess either he was too inebriated for that or he locked in total sex face, he was still mad at me. I didn’t care. I bounced harder, bringing my ass all the way up to the tip of his dick and slapping it all the way down; my pussy swallowing it whole, taking that dick like a true champ. I did it again slapping down on his waist harder and harder showing him that only real women like me took the dick that well and he would never find another bitch like me.
He pulled himself up on his elbows, nudging his head in my direction giving the signal for me to lean in so he could suck on my pretty ass brown nipples. It was like he couldn’t wait for me to lean in, devouring my nipples like he was sucking for milk. That shit felt so good and had my pussy throbbing heavy; feeling like I wanted to cum. I locked my walls tight around his shaft, bouncing faster and faster as Cesar wrapped his strong muscular arms around my waist; resting just above my ass. He tensed his waist to halt his bouncing as much as he could, locking me in so he could shove his dick harder inside of me.
“ARGH!” I shrieked wrapping my arms around his neck praying for sweet relief.
There was no way I was going to beg for him to stop though. I could feel the pain escalate in the pit of my stomach as he stabbed his dick deeper and deeper inside of me. Tears streamed down my face gradually as I leaned my head on his shoulder, praying for him to cum soon. He gripped my back side, fucking me harder and harder and there was nothing I could do other than sit there and take it. My baby was going to get all of this pussy even if it killed me cause in the end I only wanted one thing.
“UGH!” He bellowed slamming me down hard; holding me still, a smile crept across my face.
Cesar strong-armed me, grabbing my waist trying to throw me off of him. I already knew what time it was. He was spewing all of that lovely, thick and creamy goodness inside of me. It’s okay baby, I got this. I released all of my weight onto his legs, feeling them tremble in their weakness. He released a torrent of groans before freeing his strong grip of my midsection and flopping back on the bed in exhaustion. There was nothing he could do; I had it all inside of me now. Quickly I wiped my smile away before he could detect my happiness in the darkness as I rose from his now half limp half hard shaft. My baby was like that, always ready at the drop of a dime.
“Wha
t you do that shit for, Mink?” He breathed as I hopped off his lap.
“What shit baby? I was just merely in the moment. You know how good that daddy dick be feeling to me baby.” I secretly smirked as I nearly limped off to the bathroom.
“We agreed we weren’t going to have no more kids right now.” He yelled as I turned the hot water on the faucet pretending not to hear him. “We agreed dammit!”
“Huh? Hold on, I can’t hear you babe.” I yelled back smirking hard as ever now, taking my face towel from the rack dipping it under the running water.
“I said I thought we agreed!”
“Ah!” I screamed. “What you doing sneaking up on me like that? You scared the shit out of me.”
“Maybe somebody needs to so you can stop doing stupid shit, Mink.”
“Stupid shit? Nigga, you trippin’ for real. We got one baby together already. What does it matter if we have another one?”
“It matters cause we don’t need no more kids right now! We can barely take care of the son we got, why the fuck would we bring another mouth to feed in the picture?”
“Baby, we’re gonna be fine. I got faith in you as a man. You gonna do what you gotta do to keep us straight.” I said caressing the side of his cheek.
“Naw, you ain’t getting this shit, Mink!” Cesar said backing up hastily from my grasp. “I don’t want no more kids by your ass!”
“Wha…huh?”
“You heard me, right. I ain’t got time to start this clock all over again with you. CJ is almost grown and after that I never have to deal with your ass again.” Cesar said storming his naked body into the kitchen, dick swinging and all. Even with a limp dick that man could swing. I gently bit my lip.
“What are you saying, Cesar? Are you trying to say you wanna break up with me?” My heart beat a mile a minute feeling like this time was much more different than all the rest of times he had threatened it was over.
“I’m saying, anything not regarding my son I don’t give a fuck about. We’re done here, Mink.” He said grabbing the bag of green seedless grapes out of the fridge before heading back towards the bedroom. “You can sleep on the couch.”