Wifey Status

by Racquel Williams

  We ended up fucking nonstop for a good two hours. She tried her best to leave marks and scratches on me. I already peeped what she was doing; trying to let it be known that we was fucking.

  Later that night, I went home to Sierra. She cooked me dinner, but the only thing that I wanted to eat was what she had between her legs. I got a crazy feeling whenever I was around her. But first, I got in the shower. I couldn’t risk her smelling Shayna’s perfume all over me.

  She must’ve read my mind because when I entered the bedroom, she was sprawled out on her back butt naked with her legs wide open, playing with her pussy. The scene alone had me drunk mentally. I dove onto the bed, putting my face between her goods. The smell alone drove me crazy. I had to taste her garden of sweetness.

  I seductively sucked on her clit, then went in deeper for the kill with my razor tongue. It was her night to get satisfied to the highest level of lovemaking. I watched as she had multiple orgasms. As her body shivered uncontrollably, she pleaded with me for the dick. I totally ignored her cries. I had her where I wanted her; then I slid my wood in slowly. It was wetter and tighter than the last time I’d hit it. The look on her face let me know I was hurting her, so I eased up a little. If it was another broad, I wouldn’t give a fuck, but that was my future wife. I couldn’t treat her like that. We fucked all night, just like old times.

  * * *

  I made two trips up top since I had been back on my grind. A few days ago, I had a safe built in the basement at Sierra’s house. I started to stash some paper down there. Just in case anything happened to me, she’d be taken care of.

  Something else was bothering me too. It was kind of strange. After the shooting, all the guys rallied around me except Markus. I saw him once when we had a meeting. I wondered what was really good with holmes.

  I went directly to his crib. He stayed over on the South Side. Whatever was bothering him must be serious because of his eccentric behavior. I knocked a couple of times before he opened the door. He had an odd look on his face.

  “Oh, what’s up, Boss? What a surprise.” He gave me a half-broken smile. I also noticed his demeanor was weird.

  “Yo, B, can I come in?” I didn’t wait for a response. I walked by him, inviting myself into his crib. “What you been up to, son?”

  “Nuttin’, just takin’ care a business like you pay me to,” he replied with a devilish grin.

  Somehow I felt sump’n wasn’t right with duke. We had been around each other long enough to know when shit ain’t right.

  “Word? Well, if you say e’erything cool, then that’s what is then. Yo, you keepin’ my paper straight?”

  “Everything legit; all the money there,” he assured me.

  I peeped how he kept twitching in his chair. He was showing signs of nervousness. If I wasn’t mistaken, he had beads of sweat on his forehead.

  I made a mental note to go through my finances with a magnifying glass ASAP. I had a gut feelin’ that our business and personal relations were about to be terminated—on bad terms.

  “Yo, check this out, son. You throwin’ off a bad vibe. I ’on’t know what it is, but I intend to get to the bottom of whatever it is that’s having you bugged out like this.” I got up to leave before I hurt dude without having solid proof. “Yo, son, I’m out. Lemme know what’s good.” I walked out without a response.

  I could’ve been wrong ’bout duke, but me knowing him for the last eight years, his two major worries were getting money and getting pussy. I knew for a fact his money was straight ’cause we were eating good, and as for bitches, he ain’t no playa, but he gets by. The fellas usually clowned that he was an undercover batty man, but that was yet to be proven.

  * * *

  I finally hooked up with Luscious. She had been blowing my phone up since I got out of the hospital. I knew she wanted to get fucked, but I gave her the runaround. Sierra kept a nigga in the house with her good cooking and her off-the-wall lovemaking.

  I lied to Sierra about my whereabouts. I didn’t have to worry ’bout Shayna ’cause they said, “All good things shall come to an end.” After fucking Shayna, she transformed like that chick in The Exorcist, but that didn’t stop me from doing me.

  It was like every time that I got with shorty, I ended up staying the night. She must have been working some type of Puerto Rican voodoo that pulled me closer to her. She made sure it was all about me when we were together. Nothing else mattered.

  It was a special night. She brought along one of her slut friends. I was kind of suspicious at first. Two hoes together couldn’t be nothing but trouble. I really hoped their intention wasn’t bad ’cause I didn’t discriminate. I had no problem with clapping both their asses.

  I was being careful ’cause we were in Sierra’s neck of the woods. I got us enough liquor and smoke. I had a feeling that I was in for a treat with those two bad bitches.

  I got right by smoking some Haze, but I didn’t drink. You can call me paranoid, but it was two of them and one of me. Plus, they kept talkin’ in their language.

  After they got fucked up with the smoke and liquor, they wasted no time on eating each other’s coochie in a 69 position. It was just like live porn, and they were some certified freaks. I kind of felt jealous when they left me out of the scene. That didn’t last long, though, because they then turned their attention to me.

  “Don’t be scared, Papi,” shorty, whose name was Candi, said as she licked her full set of lips. If she was anything like her name, I was in for a treat.

  Just when I thought I’d experienced everything about sex 101, I was surprised at having two broads lick me down at the same time. They licked from head to toe, ass to balls, and took turns sucking on my dick as if they were famished. Luscious even stuck her tongue in my shit hole. I jumped, but when I felt her moist tongue, I felt like screaming out like I was a bitch. It didn’t take long for me to bust off. It was a fucking sight to watch both them bitches compete to catch the flow of my unborn seeds.

  The show wasn’t over yet. I was eager to get between Candi’s legs, and when I did get the chance, it wasn’t like I anticipated. Bottom line, shorty had some garbage. Her shit was loose as hell. I kept edging it, but couldn’t find the walls. It was a waste of my energy, so I pulled out. I turned on Luscious. I flipped her onto her stomach and started long dicking her. I was tight ’bout her friend’s loose pussy, so I took it out on Luscious by beating that pussy up.

  After all the excitement died down, we were drained. I was good, though. That bitch left after I threw her two bills. She gave me a look like what is this? I stared back almost ready to snatch my paper out of her hands. She got the pic and pranced out the door.

  “You know yo’ girl pussy was some straight garbage. For real. Her head game was the only reason I gave her that paper.”

  She didn’t respond. We ended up smoking some more and fucked again. Pussy can sure knock a nigga out ’cause I didn’t rise ’til one o’clock the next day. We went at it again, and then got dressed.

  Darryl called in the process. I allowed Luscious to ride with me since her car was parked at Bigga Detailing Shop. When we walked in, shorty was seated on his lap.

  “My bad, am I interruptin’ sump’n?” I asked jokingly.

  “Nah, bruh, my baby was just leavin’. Ladies, feel free to get acquainted,” Darryl said.

  I gave him dap, and we sat down at the bar. He sipped on a Heineken. I ordered me a flavored water. I had been trying to stay away from all the drinking since I got out of the hospital.

  “Whaddup with baby girl?” I inquired.

  “Same shit, different bitch. You know, smash, then quit,” he bragged.

  She must’ve heard him because she rolled her eyes at him. Darryl had a way with the chicks. It was nauseating. He called them all kind of hoes and tricks. You would think they’d leave him alone. Instead, they did the opposite—flock around him like fly on shit.

  I couldn’t compete with his smoothness with the ladies.

  “Yo,
son, you look like you been out all night.”

  “You know it. We been at the Telly.”

  “Word? I see you still fuckin’ wit’ her phat ass. You sure know how to keep a ho around.”

  “Yup, she the best piece a pussy fo’ sale.”

  “Ha-ha, I hear you talkin’, bruh. Better you than me ’cause you definitely got yo’ hands full.”

  “I got it, bruh. It take a nigga like me to have shit unda control. I’ma leave Shayna’s ass alone fo’ good, though. I tell you, she one naggin’-ass bitch.”

  “I know that’s right, playa. I told you from day one that bitch was a certified nutcase.”

  We both busted out laughing.

  “Enough ’bout these hoes. Let’s rap ’bout some serious shit. I did a house call on Markus yesterday.”

  “Holmes a’ight?”

  “That’s what I’m tryin’a find out.”

  “Now that you mention it, he been actin’ kinda weird lately. It started right after you got hit.”

  “Word?” I said, shaking my head.

  “Yo, you ’on’t think holmes have anything to do wit’ the hit?”

  “Nah, ain’t no way possible for him to know these little niggas, but, yo, check around and see if there’s a link.”

  “You already know if anything comes up on duke, he going back home in a body bag.”

  “Yea, his moms better start makin’ plans to bury the newest arrival—her muthafuckin’ son.”

  Now that that was out of the way, we kicked it for a little while longer; then we bounced. I drove to where ole girl car was parked. She got out, and I handed her two grand.

  “Thank you, Papi,” she said and gave me a hug.

  It would be one move that I ended up regretting.

  Sierra Rogers

  It had been a rocky road since Alijah got shot. He finally made it home, but his crazy-ass mama kept cock blocking. I guess trying to be funny.

  I wasn’t feeling all the drama that surrounded our lives. At times, I wondered if it would ever get better; would I be able to live a normal life with him? Whenever I related my concern to him, he would just assure me everything was going to get better. It was hard for me to digest any of it.

  I finally met the landlord for my new spot. The space was much bigger than Charley’s place. The price was a bit steep, but with me and Li’l Mo’s clientele, we should be able to handle the bills. Charley wasn’t happy when I told him I was leaving, but, hey, a bitch had to move on to bigger and better things. Eventually, he gave me his blessing.

  A lot of people were talking about Alijah’s situation. See, a lot of them didn’t know we fucked with each other, so when the shit happened, bitches were gossiping as if they knew him. One bitch made a remark that she heard from her cousin, “He had a big dick.” I wanted to two-piece that ho. I wondered who the fuck her cousin was. So, when they left, Jasmine old hypocrite self walked over to me.

  “Gurl, I hope you not payin’ that no mind.”

  This bitch was faker than a three-dollar bill. She knew damn well she didn’t like me; more like jealous of me since high school.

  “Nah, boo, I’m not studying that bitch, but I sure would like to know who her cousin is.”

  I threw it out there knowing that Jasmine’s grimy ass couldn’t hold water.

  “Gurl, her cousin name Luscious. She’s a stripper at Paper Moon.”

  “Oh really? That bitch just stuttin’ like she fuckin’ a real player like Alijah.”

  In my heart, I was thinking something else. I wondered when Alijah met her. I knew he frequented the strip joint, but for real, I didn’t put nothing past a nigga. I sure hoped there wasn’t no truth to the story, but it sure had me feeling some type of way.

  Finally, everything in my life was getting back to normal. My man was back, and it was just like old times again. We started back on our regular fuck sessions. I was really in need of some good lovemaking, and, boy, he laid it down.

  I was finally in my own spot too. The banner said Si’ and Mo’ Millennium Stylez. I had flyers made. I had to reach out to the young and old. I wasn’t discriminating. A good hairstylist could turn an ugly duckling into a beauty queen.

  I held a shop-warming party. Most of my clients came through, along with Mo’s peoples. Charley came through to show some love and talked shit at the same time. It was a’ight ’cause we talked shit right back at him. We had everything from barbeque chicken, fried fish, and barbeque ribs. It was a good feeling to see all those people showing us love.

  It was surprising not to see Neisha. I tried to call her, but she didn’t answer, so I went ahead and left her a message. The fact that I hadn’t heard from her in a minute weighed heavily on me. I sensed some type of jealousy on her part ever since I told her about Alijah. It wasn’t my fault she didn’t find her a nigga with major paper.

  I tried to school her on how to tighten up her game, but she wasn’t trying to learn. There was an old saying, “You can lead a cow to the pond, but can’t force him to drink.” Fuck that! I was all for self now. My happiness came first. I’ve lived the worst of life. Now, I was living the best that life had to offer. If the bitch couldn’t be happy for me, then she could continue staying the fuck away from me.

  Lately, Alijah was buried deep in his thoughts. He had a lot on his mind, and I also knew that he was plotting on how to get back at the niggas that shot him. Every time that I thought about the inevitable, my heart ached. I knew nothing good was going to come out of it, and I didn’t want to lose my baby. I agreed that he had to avenge the shooting. I just wished they’d hurry up and handle the situation because I was scared every time he stepped foot out the door.

  * * *

  It was a slow day. I didn’t have much to do but a wash and set and two full weaves. Mo’ left earlier to go hook up with some nigga she met a few days ago. We had been chilling more outside of work. She was mad funny. She clowned on niggas every chance she got. We had a lot in common. We both loved money and weren’t going to fuck no broke-ass nigga. Li’l Boosie was talking about us when he rapped about I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T females.

  I was trying to get downtown before the rush-hour traffic started. Richmond sure got a lot of traffic, I thought. Hull Street was jammed up too, so I cut through South Side Plaza and headed down Midlothian Turnpike. I made a left when I got to the intersection of Hull/ Midlothian Turnpike.

  I dialed Alijah’s number. He didn’t come home the night before and didn’t call. That was the part of the deal that came with a hustler; they stayed gone most of the time.

  The light was on red, so I stopped. That’s when I peeped Alijah’s Range Rover. That bright-ass color I could spot from a distance. It was parked outside of a car detailing shop. When the light changed, I decided to drive slow to see if he was outside, but the bitch behind me kept honking her horn, so I turned in the parking lot.

  I spotted Alijah standing on the side of his ride, and a light-skinned, thick bitch was hugging on him. I didn’t even bother to park! I jumped out and stormed toward them.

  “Who tha fuck is this bitch all over you?” I pointed my finger in his face, but before he could respond, this two-dollar ho put her two cents in.

  “Bitch, I’m Luscious,” she spat.

  See? I always believe in fight now, then ask questions later. I jumped on that ho like I was Bruce Lee. I two-pieced her ass, knocking her to the ground, then started stomping her with my fresh pair of Tims. The bitch tried to get back on her feet, but she wasn’t no comparison to my rage.

  I continued stomping that bitch while she screamed for Alijah. He didn’t pay her any mind. All the frustration that was built up in me for the last twenty years, I took out on that ho. I had a flashback from the time that my mama left me hungry to the times that niggas played me. I gave that bitch the business.

  Finally, Alijah tried to grab me away from that bitch, whose face was now bloody from my Tims. I turned around in rage and pushed him in the chest. “Keep yo’ fuckin’ hands off me, you
hear me!” I was spitting fire.

  I looked around for my Coach bag. As soon as I saw it, I snatched it up and pulled out my brand-new .38 I just copped at the gun show on Sunday and pointed it straight at his head.

  “So, this your new bitch? Ha! You fuckin’ playin’ me with this ho. This how you doing yours?”

  “Yo, ma, unless you intend to use it, get that shit out of my fuckin’ face,” he warned while walking toward me.

  “Nah, fuck you, nigga! You ain’t worth it. This the last fuckin’ time you playin’ me for a fool. I’m good now; clean yo’ bitch up,” I said and walked away once again. I could hear him calling me, but I kept it moving.

  I got in my car and sped off. This time I didn’t cry. Actually, it kind of felt good whooping that ho’s ass. Bitches didn’t know I was a beast with my hands, and I knew how to bust a gun if it came down to it.

  As I drove home, Alijah kept blowing up my phone. I decided to turn it off ’cause I didn’t want to hear shit that came out of his mouth. I got home and took my clothes off. That’s when I realized that the bitch somehow managed to scratch my face and some parts on my neck. I put some peroxide on ’cause God knows what that bitch might have with her stanking ass.

  I hoped his ass was smart enough to have worn rubbers. I would kill him if I ever caught anything. I was going tell his ass to go get tested. Shit, HIV was on the rise in Richmond, especially in the ghetto, and I be damned if I was going to become victim.

  I called Mo’, and we talked about the shit. She was angry that she wasn’t there when it popped off. I had to convince her that her girl put it down on that ho. That bitch looked a hot mess when I left. She should be up in the hospital by now. Good for her ass. I was checking my nigga, and her bold ass wanted to jump in. She done lost her fucking mind.