Boss Bitch Swag

by Cynthia White

  “I was thinkin’ that before I got married, it sho would be nice to have you one more time.” Gina snuck that one in on me as she cleared my dinner plate and refilled my drink. She hadn’t changed as much as I thought she had; she still wanted her some Boss dick. That made me feel good, but the Hennessy made me curious. I wondered if she could still wind it up like she used to.

  “You used to like the way I sucked that dick.” She jogged my memory and initiated a few X-rated flashbacks. “I’m grown now.” Gina bent down and whispered her seductive words directly into my ear. “As good as it was back then...it's even better now. And this pussy...uhm...I can do things to you yo wife’s never even heard of...”

  She put her leg over my lap and straddled me in the chair. I could feel her heat. She wanted to fuck; it was just that simple. I may never have loved Gina the way I loved Mesha - but I enjoyed the hell out of fucking her.

  “You had a big dick when we was kids, so I know you workin’ wit something now.” She licked a trail up my neck, then softly bit on my earlobe. “Yeah, I still remember what you like.” Gina reached down and grabbed a handful of my dick. “I wanna suck you off so bad, my pussy’s wet.”

  My dick was starting to respond. Once I took another drink of Hennessy, I was done for; there was no way I was leaving without gettin’ a sample. Gina knew exactly what she was doing. She started grinding her pussy on my dick, moving back and forth and not once breakin’ eye contact.

  “Ain’t nobody gotta know,” she whispered as she continued to grind down on my dick. “What you want me to do, Daddy?”

  My dick was brick. I paused and thought for a moment. My brain and my dick were in a tug-of-war battle. I knew what the right thing to do was: all I had to do was get up and walk my ass out of that apartment - but instead I stayed and let my dick enjoy another victory.

  “You know what I like.”

  Gina unbuckled my belt, opened my pants, and pulled out my dick in seconds. The bitch was still greedy. She licked her lips and made sure they were nice and wet. My dick was literally in the palm of her hand, and she licked it slowly from the bottom to the top, sending little electric shocks down my spine.

  “You like that, Daddy?” she asked with a mouthful of dick. “You gon’ love this.” Gina knew she was about to blow my fucking mind when she began to roll her tongue like a tornado around the head of my dick. The bitch deep-throated me like her name was Superhead. It felt so good when my dick hit her tonsils. She ran her hand up and down my shaft while she sucked on the head. Watching her was like watching a real live porn star at work. She took off her shirt and bra, all while giving me the blow job of my life. The bitch was even better than I remembered. She pushed her breasts together and held them while I slid my dick between them, tittie-fucking her. Her big brown nipples were hard and begging to be sucked.

  “Get yo ass up here,” I commanded her, ready to take charge and give the bitch what she’d been working so hard to get. She quickly obeyed. Gina got up off her knees and sat back on top of me. I sucked her titties, palming and squeezing them very roughly. That's how she liked it: the rougher the better.

  “That pussy wet?” I asked as I reached down and rubbed the warm place between her thighs. “Yeah, you wet as a muthafucka. Get yo ass up on that table.”

  She did exactly what I told her to do. As soon as she hopped her ass up on that table, I hiked up her skirt and pulled her pretty little pink panties from her body; that turned her on even more. Gina was a superfreak. She liked her dick hard and her niggas even harder. I could fuck with a bitch like her. As long as she played by the rules, I could fuck her at least once a week for the rest of my life.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” she begged while spreading her legs wide and preparing for my entrance. “Uhm...” she moaned as I pushed my big, hard dick inside her.

  I fucked her like a whore, and she loved every minute of it; it felt too good not to. After a few minutes, I flipped her ass over and entered her from behind. Doggy style was Gina's favorite position, and it didn't take her long to cum. She was finished, but I wasn’t. I continued to slam into her body for fifteen minutes until that familiar feeling came over me.

  “Uhhhhh...” I grunted like a caveman as I came inside Gina. We both remained still; it took a while for us to catch our breath. Once we did, I pulled out and sat back down on the chair.

  “You wanna rag?” she asked, like a rag could wash away what I was now feeling. I fucked up again. If Meesha found out about this one, she’d be crushed. That would probably mean the end of our marriage for good - and that didn’t work for me. I needed my wife and my kids there with me every day...I didn’t think I could survive without them.

  Gina went to the bathroom and got me a rag. After I cleaned off, I asked her the question I originally sought her out to ask. She had no idea where Ren was, and by the sound of her voice she really didn’t want to know; after what that nigga did to Jazz, every broad we knew was scared to death to fuck with him. He was a predator, and innocent young girls were his prey. I couldn’t figure out what my part in his sick little twisted game was, and when I found the nigga I probably wouldn’t stop to ask; pleas for mercy were the only thing I needed to hear come out of his mouth. Even if he didn’t beg, I was going to enjoy killing that traitor. I couldn’t even believe I used to consider him a friend...fuck was I thinking?

  Chapter 36

  Meesha

  It didn’t take me long to find out about Boss and Gina; the bitch called my house the day after it happened. I knew it was going down when Boss told me he needed to talk to her. We’d been together long enough for me to know his hand before he played it; if she was willing, then so was he. The nigga had no respect for his dick whatsoever. I still loved him, but on some level I just didn’t care anymore. Caring hurt, and I was so tired of the hurt. I won’t front: a few tears were shed, but I refused to fall completely apart. Not again. Not for him. I had better things to do.

  I always wanted to be in fashion. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of designing clothes like the ones I saw in Mama’s magazines. So, I decided that it was time to stop sleepwalking through life and start living it. After all, the only person holding me back was me. I enrolled in the Fashion Design program at Washington University's school of art and began my journey. I eventually wanted to start my own line. Boss told me that I had his full support - but even if I didn’t, I was going for it.

  Starting college was great for my self-esteem. Being in classes and interacting with young men and women my own age, I felt reborn. Boss didn’t like it, but he tried his best to hide his true feelings from me. I knew his deal: he was afraid that if I got out in the world and found my own way, I wouldn’t need him anymore. He didn’t understand that I never needed him; I just wanted him with every fiber of my being.

  Time seemed to pass much quicker than normal; I went from nineteen to twenty and then to twenty-one all in the blink of an eye. School was going well. The girls were getting bigger by the day. Boss and I were at peace, and my soul was at ease. Everything was calm – and that’s usually when life is about to knock you right on your ass.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked Boss when I found him standing in our driveway at three o’clock in the morning, getting drenched in the pouring rain. “Boss, baby, you scarin’ me...please tell me what’s wrong?”

  “My nigga...” He shivered like a dope fiend that was way overdue for a fix. “My nigga’s dead.”

  I reached for his hands, already knowing what was coming next. Not him. Not now. Things were on track for once. Life was good. We were good. We had our fair share of problems, but they were nothing we couldn’t get through; we had before. The life we built together wasn’t an easy one, but it wasn’t an easy one to forget either. We rode that muthafucka the only way a Boss and a Boss bitch knew how: hard. We loved hard. We fought hard. We fucked hard, and we came hard. But this shit here was about to change the game forever...it was about to change Boss forever.

  “He’s de
ad, Meesh.” My husband looked at me like I was the only one that truly understood his pain. “Pee-Wee’s dead.”

  Even though I knew it was coming, I cringed. It was yet another blow to an already weak spot. Pee-Wee was the dude. I couldn’t even begin to imagine our lives without him. He was the one person that could always reach Boss, even when he was hiding out in the darkest, scariest corners of his mind. Who was going to do that now? Who was going to explain my husband to me why I didn’t have a clue? Pee-Wee had been the backbone of my family, and I didn’t even realize it.

  “Come on, baby.” I gripped my husband’s hands tighter and began to lead him inside. “Let’s go in the house.”

  Boss didn’t say a word; he was still in shock. I fought for strength, but I couldn’t help shedding tears for the man who had my back on so many occasions. I couldn’t believe it; he was really gone. The dude we used to jokingly refer to as Superman died from taking a bullet to the neck. He passed instantly.

  “I’m losin’ everything!” Boss punched a massive hole in our wall. “My boy, my wife, my daughters...”

  He was about to break. I could see it so clearly. He needed me in a way he never had before. I was sad, too, but I wasn’t about to let him crash and burn. Our family needed its Boss, so I had to make sure we had him.

  “Baby, you haven’t lost me or the girls. As a matter of fact,” I took his banged-up hand and placed it gently on my stomach, “...you might be gaining one.”

  I was pregnant. I had a doctor’s appointment earlier that day, and that’s when I found out. I was going to tell Boss as soon as he got home, but after waiting on him for five hours I finally fell asleep. If I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, I wouldn’t even have known he was outside standing in the cold, wet rain. I thanked God for my tiny bladder.

  My husband needed me by his side, so that’s right where I stood. People could call me stupid. They could say that I was a fool for Boss - and they’d probably be right - but when you love somebody, you love them through the good and in spite of the bad. My husband wasn’t really a bad man; he just made a lot of bad choices.

  Pee-Wee’s funeral was so hard on Boss. When he went up to view the body, he just stood there for twenty minutes, trying to accept the fact that his cousin, his best friend was gone. I wanted to wrap my arms around him tight and never let him go.

  “Baby, it’s okay.” I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “He’s in a better place now. We have to let him go. We owe him that much.”

  “I’m tryin’.” His head fell back against mine. “I’m tryin’ hard to let my nigga go.”

  Nobody else in that church mattered; it was like they didn’t even exist. Boss and Pee-Wee were the only two that ever really understood their bond. Men like them didn’t plead for understanding, but they did demand respect. There would never be another Pee-Wee; his shoes were far too big for anyone to fill. I worried about the void that his passing was going to leave in my husband’s life...how do you even begin to plug a hole that big? I knew I couldn’t make it better, no matter how hard I tried. All I could do was offer my support and give it if he accepted. It wasn’t much, but it was all I had to work with.

  After losing Pee-Wee, Kylee was all fucked up. She took a leave from school to try and pull herself together. There wasn’t much that I could do for her either. She couldn’t even come to the house anymore; the memories of Pee-Wee were just too much for her to handle. Boss gave her the seventy-five grand that Pee-Wee stashed in the guest room. We both agreed that he would have wanted her to have it. It wasn’t much, and it couldn’t bring Pee-Wee back, but it was his one final chivalrous gesture. He always treated Kylee like a queen, and his death didn’t cause him to make any exceptions.

  I was eighteen weeks pregnant when we found out we were having a boy; Boss was finally going to get his son. It was as if the last puzzle piece was about to be fitted. After all of the loss we’d endured, I was ready to welcome a new life into our family. Malaysia and Mariah were so ready to be big sisters, and Malaysia even asked if she could help pick out her little brothers’ name - but I already had that covered. Our son would be named after the uncle he’d never get a chance to meet, as well as the father who gave him life: Anthony Malcolm Clark would be his name. I loved him already.

  Chapter 37

  “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this...but...you’re HIV positive”...Dr. Benson’s words echoed in my head.

  It was like a horrible dream that I couldn’t wake up from. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make this one go away. It wasn’t just a terrifying figment of my imagination - it was real. My life had become some sad cautionary tale. The storm was growing angrier, but its loud thunder and bright lightning didn't faze me at all; I had more important things to worry about. All of a sudden, my life was at risk. Boss had betrayed me in the worst way possible. It didn't matter anymore that he slept with Gina and Peaches and Risha and Asia; what mattered to me was that he had so little concern for my life that he’d have unprotected sex with those hoes...that shit cut through me like a knife.

  I walked into the beautiful home that I shared with my husband, feeling detached from everything and everyone. It was as if I were watching my life play out on TV - but it wasn’t really my life...it couldn’t be...this was some totally ridiculous soap opera, and any minute now someone was going to yell, “Cut! End of scene.”

  I always tried to be a good person. Even when everybody around me was wildin’ the fuck out, I stayed focused. Nothing was more important to me than my family. I loved my children so much, and there was nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for them. They kept me sane when their father was hell-bent on driving me mad. On top of everything else he’d already put me through, now he was about to make me fight for my life...that was one low down dirty muthafucka.

  As I walked down the hall towards my daughters’ room, I began to feel weak. The wall steadied me until I was strong enough to stand on my own two feet, then I opened their door - and it hit me hard. Malaysia and Mariah looked like angels sleeping in their beds. I started to cry again, but this time I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. Shit was so unfair. When the crying turned to screaming, I covered my mouth with my hands. There was nothing left inside. I was hollow; that nigga had gutted me like a fish. Who the fuck did he think he was? My sadness quickly turned to anger. It was the most intense emotion I’d ever felt in my life; I was on fire.

  I heard the shower running in our master bath and knew Boss was up; it was time to pay the piper. I took off my heels and tiptoed quietly into the bathroom, then shut and locked door behind me. The huge room was full of steam. Boss had left his clothes lying all over the bathroom floor, like he’d done so many times before. His gun was on my vanity...how fucking poetic. I picked it up and held it in my hands; it was heavier than I imagined it to be. I wondered how many people’s lives he’d taken with it. As I walked over to the shower and just stood there waiting, I wiped the tears from my eyes.

  “Meesh -” Boss damn near jumped out of his skin when he saw me standing there with his gun in my hand. “Baby, what’s goin’ on?”

  “How long have you known?” I asked him straight out, not wanting to bullshit with his lying-ass just this once. “Tell me the truth, and I might not kill you.”

  “How long have I known what, baby?” He once again tried to play me for a fool.

  Not today. I fired one shot and shattered the shower door into a million pieces. My mind took me back to the day I was shot at in the shower of our old home...I went through so much just to be with Boss - and it was all for nothing...none of it meant a damn thing.

  “I never in my wildest dreams thought it would end like this.” My eyes closed for just a second, but it was long enough to see the first time we’d made love...if only I could go back and warn that stubborn little girl; I’d tell her he wasn’t worth it, that the nigga destroyed everything he touched - and I’d beg her to save herself for someone
who deserved her. I’d also show her every bruise he’d eventually put on her heart, but I knew she wouldn’t listen...she was too far gone by then.

  “For six years,” I went in on him, “all I’ve done is love you and be there for you. I’ve never once been with anyone else. I was so faithful. I never even kissed another nigga.” I had to chuckle at myself. How pathetic was I? I was married to a man who fucked hoes as a hobby, and I was at home trying to be some ghetto-ass version of a Stepford Wife. Was the dick really that good? Did I sell my soul for a piece?

  “I know that, Meesh.” Boss spoke so sincerely. “You’re a good woman.”

  I wanted to shoot his fucking dick off. How dare he patronize me? That nigga had King Kong balls. He tried to come towards me - but I raised his gun and put a stop to that shit real fast. He couldn’t fuck his way out of this one.