“I always want you to keep it real with me.”
“Vee, for you to have someone like me for a wife, you'd have to change certain things about the way you're living.”
Vee pulled his arm away from her hand and picked up his drink. “Just like a woman. They ass always want you change. A nigga ain't never good enough for y'all. You always got to try and make a motherfucka be the way that you want him.”
His remark lit a fire under Sakawa. She said, “Just like a nigga— afraid to change. Nigga, you a gangbanger. Only one of them rats that you claim you don't like would have a gangbanger for a husband. One of these dumb-ass rats wouldn't mind having to bury yo ass or come visit you in the joint ‘cause you done got caught up. A real woman doesn't want to see her husband go through some shit like that. A woman like me don't want no husband that's out there in them streets every day and night.
“So when I say you need to change, I ain't talking about changing into some square-ass chump. I don't like soft men. You just got to learn how to gangbang on a different level. Gangbang in some-body's boardroom ‘cause that street shit ain't gone last forever. You got to take that shit to the next level.”
Silence reigned as Vee soaked up what Sakawa had to say. As they sat and watched the chef, Sakawa's cell phone vibrated in her purse. She didn't want to seem rude by answering her phone in front of Vee so she excused herself to go to the restroom.
In the bathroom she called back the missed number. “What's up, China Doll?”
China Doll was her usual loud self. “Bitch, where you at?”
“I'm out.”
“Out where, bitch?”
“Bitch, you ain't my mama. I said that I'm out. I'm at a restaurant having a nice dinner, bitch.”
China Doll couldn't resist. “With who, Saki?”
“Bitch, you nosy. I'm with none-ya.”
China Doll was lost. “With who?”
“None-ya business, bitch,” Sakawa cracked.
China Doll was hardly taken aback. “Oh it's like that. You a sneaky bitch, Saki. Don't think I don't know you. You think you slick, bitch.”
Sakawa feigned innocence. “I don't know what you talking ‘bout, China Doll. I'm just out having a little dinner with a friend.”
“Whatever you say, Saki. Do yo thing, bitch. Make sure you know this: Don't let that nigga see the trim if his pockets is slim.”
“China, bitch, you know a nigga can't see this cat if his pockets ain't fat. Now, girl, I gotta go. I'll call you when I get in. Meow.”
“Meow, bitch,” China Doll said.
Sakawa dumped her cell phone back into her purse and checked her reflection in the restroom mirror. She smoothed down her arched eyebrows. To her reflection, she said, “Girl, remember don't be catching feelings. This man is a pigeon. He is responsible for taking away yo future. You ain't playing deuces wild at granny's house, this is high-stakes poker in Vegas, bitch. Now get this nigga open like butt cheeks. Meow.”
Back at the table she slid into the booth. She moved real close to Vee and squeezed his thigh. “Sorry I took so long. You know the ladies' room be packed.”
“It's cool, ma. Dude just finished with the appetizers and shit. The shrimp be good as hell with this batter on them. Taste them.”
Hungrily, Sakawa dug into her appetizers. They joked and laughed as the different courses of the meal were prepared and placed in front of them. It had grown dark outside by the time dessert, gigantic chunks of fresh pineapple, was served. They had occupied the booth for quite a while and the hostess was pacing back and forth shooting Vee little looks that he completely ignored. After Sakawa finished her third Super Mai Tai, Vee finally decided it was time to leave. He paid the bill and left the chef a sizable tip.
Outside the restaurant, Vee put his arm around Sakawa's shoulders as they waited for the valet to bring his Excursion. After tipping the valet with a sawbuck, Vee held the truck door open for Sakawa. He caught a glimpse of her bronze legs when the split in her skirt opened as she climbed in the truck. Instinct made him reach out and rub her smooth thigh. She didn't smack his hand away, but she did ease it off her thigh, then she readjusted her skirt.
The feel of her leg was enough to give Vee a wood. After he closed her door, he walked behind the truck and adjusted the erection in his jogging pants.
On the way to Sakawa's house, Vee was all smiles as he anticipated bedding her down for the first time. He knew that she had to be drunk after three Super Mai Tais. He flipped through the CD changer until he hit a Slow Grooves disc and turned it up.
Sakawa reached over and tapped Vee. She signaled for him to turn the music down and asked, “So would you change?”
Vee was caught off guard by her question and answered without thinking. “Hell nall. I'm already married to the streets. I ain't gone never change. I love this street shit. You said you don't want no soft-ass nigga, right? Well, I shole ain't soft. You like you a thug nigga, don't you?”
Wrong answer, Sakawa thought, but she said rather dryly, “Yeah, I like a thug nigga. Don't ever change.”
Misreading her sarcasm, Vee smiled, thinking she had bought his thug bravado. To celebrate he hit the remote to change to a selection from Trick Daddy. “Baby I'm a Thug” blasted from the woofers.
When he pulled over in front of Sakawa's apartment building, Vee asked, “So what's the deal, shorty? Can I come up to the crib?”
“For what?” Sakawa asked a little more coldly than she planned. As she opened the truck to get out, she saw the dejected look on Vee's face and realized that she was blowing it. Drunkenly, she stumbled a little as she walked around the truck to the driver's side. She leaned into the open window and said, “I'm sorry if I'm mood swinging. Aunt Flo is visiting.”
Vee apologized, “My fault, shorty. I didn't know that you had company at yo house.”
“Nall, man. Not my auntie. Aunt Flo—the red curse. My period, boy.”
“Ohhh,” Vee said bashfully. “I get it. It's cool.” Mentally he was already digging through his cell directory for a chicken to spend the night with.
Sakawa climbed up on the truck's running board and gave Vee a kiss on the jaw. “Thanks for the dinner and conversation, player. I really enjoyed myself. But now I got to go change my pad before it overflows.”
She jumped down and walked to the steps of her apartment building. As she was pulling her keys out of her purse, Vee called her name. She turned and waited.
“Shorty, if yo aunt wasn't visiting would I have been able to come up and spend the night with you?”
Hell nall, popped into her head, but she held her tongue. Instead she said, “Maybe.”
That was good enough for Vee. He pulled off with a smile on his face.
Sakawa turned back to the building's door and keyed the lock and went inside. Watching them, Insane Wayne sat on the roof of the industrial garage across the street.
Sakawa dreamed that Wayne was home—home and in bed with her. His strong hands lifted her T-shirt up, actually it was one of his shirts, and looked down at the imprint the lips of her womanhood made in her cotton briefs. He lifted the T-shirt even higher and stared at her well-endowed chest. Like a starving wolf he covered her breasts in saliva as he licked and sucked them.
In her sleep Sakawa moaned. She knew that it had to be the three gigantic Super Mai Tais she'd drunk that had her hallucinating that her man was making love to her, but she didn't care.
The dream was perfect. Her nipples stretched and pointed toward the ceiling under his oral caresses. From her breasts, he kissed and licked his way down to her firm thighs. Gently, Wayne pulled her panties down and spread her thighs and she didn't resist. Just like old times, he gave her a few introductory kisses on the lips down there, then dove in. Up and down, around and around he swirled his tongue on her clitoris until she was squirming and pushing his head down.
I'm having the most delicious dream, Sakawa told herself. My man is here and he's eating my kitty just like I like it.
Faster and faster Wayne flicked his tongue around her clit while playing with her taut nipples. After what seemed like an erotic eternity of his tongue calisthenics, Sakawa grunted as she began to orgasm.
“Keep licking my kitty, daddy! I'm coming!” she squealed in her sleep.
In response to her cries, Sakawa could almost feel Wayne stick his tongue into her pussy and lap deeply to make her orgasm even harder. He kept lapping until her last vibration stopped.
“Daddy, you know that mommy loves yo tongue in her kitty,” Sakawa murmured dreamily.
Without answering, Wayne flipped her gently on her belly and pulled her T-shirt over her head. He began to rub her back and shoulders to release any tension in them. As Sakawa lay on her stomach with her love juices dripping from the pouting lips of her womb, she felt the imaginary hands stop their gentle caresses and she had to remind herself that it was only a dream. A few feet from her head she thought she heard a ripping sound. Then she felt the hands again. Firmly but gently the hands bound her wrists and ankles separately to each bedpost until she was secured spread-eagled on her stomach.
Still asleep, she asked in a childlike voice, “Why you tying me up, daddy? Did yo baby do something wrong?”
There was no answer. Of course there wasn't an answer—this was a dream.
She felt something warm and oily dribble down onto her lower back and buttocks. The smell she recognized as baby oil and it felt wonderful as her dream lover massaged it into her lower extremities. Then she felt the hands grasping her butt cheeks and spreading them. Next she felt what had to be the head of her lover's organ press against the tight, round circle of her anus.
Sleepily, she warned, “Daddy, you know I don't like it when you try to get in my ass.”
“Shut up, bitch!” Insane Wayne hissed as he forced his dick into her asshole.
“Ahhhh!” Sakawa screamed as she jolted awake. With a scream she tried to buck Wayne off of her but her range of movement was restricted by her bonds.
Ignoring her cries of pain, Insane Wayne pumped in and out of her butt. Through the broken wires and rubber bands in his mouth he hissed in delirium.
“Ahhh, please stop!” Sakawa begged as she felt the tissue in her rectum tearing. “Please, baby, don't do me like this!”
Her pleas for mercy turned Insane Wayne on even more. He hissed, “Bitch, you wasn't telling me to stop when I was eating yo pussy!”
“Wayne, I love you. Why is you doing this to me?” Sakawa sobbed.
He didn't answer as he concentrated on getting his nut off. Harder and harder he slammed into her ass until he felt the sensation begin to gather at the base of his testicles.
“Oh yeah, bitch!” Insane Wayne croaked as he began to ejaculate. “That's it, bitch. Do you feel me coming in yo ass?” Finally he stopped pumping and lay there on top of her for a moment.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Sakawa screamed. “You didn't even have to do me like that! You is crazy! You sick motherfucka!”
Insane Wayne laughed as he climbed off of her. “That's right, bitch. I am crazy and you need to remember that,” he said as he wiped his dick on a teddy bear he had given her for Valentine's Day one year.
“Untie me, you motherfucka!” Sakawa yelled. “Crazy motherfucka let me out of this shit right now!”
“Tell Vee to let you loose, ho,” Insane Wayne said as he began to pull his pants back on. “Matter of fact, you make sure that you tell him that he may get the pussy, but I'mma get the ass whenever I want it, bitch.”
He sat on the bed beside Sakawa and began to put his boots on. She stared at him with an intense hate-filled glare, and he simply smiled at her. He stood up and rubbed her short hairdo. “I been meaning to tell you that I don't like yo new haircut, bitch.”
“Fuck you, nigga!” Sakawa shouted as she struggled against her restraints. “I hate yo nasty, freakish ass!”
“But I like yo ass,” Insane Wayne retorted and patted her on her ass cheeks. “Thanks for letting me get shit on my dick, Saki. I love you, baby.”
Against her will, she winced in pain.
When her eyes were closed, Insane Wayne leaned over and licked her forehead. “I'll be seeing you, boo,” he said before he stood up. As he headed for the bedroom door, he stopped and blew her a kiss. “Tell Vee that I left the back door open for him,” he teased as he left.
Sakawa could hear him laughing at his sick joke as he left the apartment. She turned her head and sobbed into the jersey sheet until she fell asleep. Later, in the fog in her head, she heard someone calling her name. Thinking it was Wayne returning, she threatened, “Motherfucker, you bet' not touch me again or I'm gone call the police!”
“Saki, it's me, girl,” China Doll said from the bedroom doorway.
Sakawa couldn't remember a time she'd been happier to see her friend.
“Saki, is you all right?” China Doll asked dubiously.
“Just get me aloose,” Sakawa wailed.
As China Doll came closer she could see the blood and dried semen on Sakawa's behind. Gingerly she began to untie her friend. “Girl, what happened? Did Vee do this?”
“It was Wayne,” Sakawa sobbed. “I was drunk and I woke up and he had me tied up. Then he gone rape me and leave me tied up.”
When China Doll finally set her free, Sakawa hugged her friend and began to cry hysterically on her shoulder. China Doll didn't know what to do aside from pulling the sheets around her naked friend.
“Man, fuck this nigga!” Dante whispered harshly.
Solemn Shawn gave him a reproachful look. “Watch yo mouth, Tay. This is a church.”
“My fault,” Dante apologized, “but what I'm saying is this nigga is getting on my last damn nerve. Ever since this big punk came through the door he been acting like he crucial or something. Ain't that right, Murderman?”
Murderman turned his youthful face to his friends. “Tay is right, Shawn. This dude got an attitude problem. He be trying to bully everybody. I had to stay in the bathroom with that kid Coleman ‘cause he was about to try and rape him. Then this dude got in my face at lunch. I was about to jaw him. I ain't finta be playing wit no punk. Then this dude was all in the gym talking that yin yang and saying what he was gone do to anybody that don't like it.”
Solemn Shawn thought about it for a minute. “We got to be cool until we can get this stud and get away with it. Everything in its proper time.”
Just then the chapel door opened. A husky, brown-skinned teenager walked in, followed by a few of his nondescript lackeys. He sat down in the pew across the aisle from Solemn Shawn and his boys. The three friends remained silent. Tension filled the small chapel. Corey, the aforementioned bully, peeked across the aisle at the three boys.
To his cronies, Corey stage-whispered, “Look at these faggot-ass niggas. I always heard my granny say if you scared then you need to go church, but this is ridiculous.”
Corey's followers laughed like they were listening to Eddie Murphy do a stand-up routine. Chaplain Brown woke up from his nap and looked up from the Bible on his lap. He gave the boys a reproachful look. Instantly they quieted down. Solemn Shawn could feel Murderman seething in anger beside him. The two crews sat eyeballing one another while they waited for the chaplain to drift off to sleep again.
When he heard the chaplain snoring softly, Corey sneered, “Punkass marks sitting up in here like some bitch-ass Apostles praying for Jesus to save them. That's what I'm gone call these church boys, the Apostles.”
Again Corey's group laughed their heads off at his remarks. Murderman had to be physically restrained by Solemn Shawn and Dante.
“This ain't the time, Murder!” Solemn Shawn whispered forcibly. “You ain't gone do nothing but get all our privileges took.”
“F-F-Fuck this nigga!” Murderman sputtered. “I'll fuck this stud up!”
Corey and his followers laughed at Murderman's anger. Corey whispered, “You punk-ass Apostles better keep burying y'all nappy heads in them Bibles. This camp is mine from he
re on out. Next time one of you ho-ass Apostles stick y'all nose in my personal business, I'm gone stick my dick in one of y'all. If I hear so much as a peep out of one y'all I'm gone get in that ass.” To his crew, Corey said, “C'mon, y'all. Fuck these Apostles.”
Corey and his crew exited the chapel, leaving behind an angry threesome in their wake. Murderman was so angry that tears began to roll down his boyish cheeks.
“Why you let him talk that shit like that?” Murderman sobbed to Solemn Shawn. “I don't care if you don't do nothing, I'm gone kill his bitch ass. He ain't finta keep talking that smack to me.”
Solemn Shawn was almost moved to tears himself by the passion in his friend's voice, but he knew it was best to keep a level head. “Look, Murder, we gone get that dude, but we need to hold up. You still ain't healed all the way from the knife you took in the back for me. Plus we ain't trying to push no moves until we finish getting rid of all that reefer Big Ant sent us. We can't stand for no searches until we finish this package.”
Dante added, “Listen to Shawn, man. You know the drill. We can't get busted for fighting or we gone get confined. If we in trouble we ain't making no money. With a pipeline like Big Ant we can be living right when we get out this kiddie camp. I ain't finta blow all this scratch over some poot-butt. I ain't saying that we gone let this shit slide, I'm just saying we got to play our cards right. Shawn, you keep yo nose buried in that Art of War book, what you got to say about this dude?”
Solemn Shawn sat back and his trademark stoic smile danced at the corners of his mouth. “I ain't mad at Corey. Really, I need to thank his punk ass.”
Murderman stopped wiping his tears and looked at his friend like he had lost his mind.
Rather coldly, Solemn Shawn said, “Yeah, we all need to thank him. I knew that we was gone need a name for us, and that big goofy just gave us one. Albeit he might have thought the shit was a joke, but we gone show him and anybody else that get in our way that the Apostles is gone have to be respected. Loved by none, respected by all.”
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