When Bae's a Boss

by Lucinda John

  “Ohhhhh shit!!!!!!” she screamed as her love came down and filled my mouth.

  Sliding her down on my dick, I fucked her into the cream shower tiles. Her head bumped against the shower rod a few times, but I didn’t care. I was on a mission to put in five years of hurt on that pussy.

  “Damn ma, you better not give my pussy away.” I growled pumping deeper in her womanhood.

  “Fuck! Say it ma! Say that shit!” I yelled. “Say you ain’t giving my pussy away!!” I demanded with each stroke.

  “Oh fuck daddy, I’m not giving it away I swear!!!” she yelled out gripping my head.

  Her long nails dug into my shoulder blade as I attempted to break her back in. As the water went from warm to cold, we engaged in the most intense sexual experience we ever had in the last six years we’ve been together. Her body started to shiver and shake at the same time as my dick filled her up with everything I had to offer.

  After regaining our composure from our sex session, we bathed each other while sneaking kisses. I fell in love all over again with my wife, making our departure real hard. I felt the weight of the world jump on my back as we exited the bathroom and busied ourselves with getting dressed. I settled for a pair of black joggers, a black t-shirt, and a pair of black Air Force ones. Matching my plain look, Macy slipped on a pair of black tights, black oversized off the shoulder top, and a pair of matching black Air Forces.

  I wasn’t the social media type, but I allowed her to snap a few pictures for Facebook and Instagram since she was into all that mess. Once we were done, I joined my mother and brothers in the family room where they all waited with sad looks on their faces. To see my mother hurting, made me want to find TK and kill the motherfucker with my bare hands.

  “Listen man, I know this shit is hard, but I need y’all to be strong for me. I need y’all strong for Macy. She’s carrying my seed, and I need her pregnancy less stressful as possible. I need y’all to hold it done for me. Trust me, this is just a minor setback for a major come up I swear.” I said assuring everyone.

  “Well son, it’s about that time, let us pray.” My mother said fighting back her tears.

  Me, Macy, Maleek, his girlfriend Joie, Ramsey, and my mother all stood in the middle of my family room in a circle holding hands with our heads bowed as my mother recited a powerful prayer that had every pair of eyes in that room misty. When my mother finished her soul moving prayer, we all loaded up in my truck and headed to the jailhouse.

  Macy hung onto me for dear life as we sat in the back seat dreading every mile we got closer to the facility. When we arrived, Macy wasn’t able to contain herself as she threw her arms around my neck and began crying. I tried to pry her fingers from around my neck, but the death grip she had on me made that task hard to complete.

  “No you can’t go, no Mayhem please don’t leave me like this. What am I supposed to do? I’m pregnant. Why would you do this to me?” she sobbed.

  “Baby, please I need you to be strong for me, be strong for my baby. Stop all this crying you’re going to make yourself sick.” I said attempting to calm her down.

  “I hate you Mayhem! I hate you!” she cried her body shaking uncontrollably.

  “You don’t mean that baby. I’m sorry baby, and I’m going to try my best to get out sooner, trust me. Just hold me down and make sure my baby good iight?”

  “Oh God no.” she cried holding me tighter.

  “Give me a kiss before I go.” I said closing my eyes tightly to refrain the tears from falling.

  Pulling Macy on my lap, we shared a kiss that expressed how much I loved her. After a few more ‘I love you’ and assuring her that I’d be home soon she finally let me go. Walking away from my pregnant wife was the hardest thing I had to do, but it was a sacrifice I had to make. All this shit came with the territory. In the drug game you either went to jail or got buried six feet under, the fact that I still had my life was a blessing. Once I said my ‘see you later’ to my mother, I walked out the car with my brothers to have a word with them.

  “My niggas, hold it down for me, make me proud.” I said pulling them both into a brotherly embrace.

  “I told you not to do this shit. Look, you got Macy crying and shit while she pregnant with my niece or nephew.” Ramsey mugged.

  He was against me turning myself in. He was ok with doing his time; since, it wouldn’t be his first time being behind bars. Ramsey was a hot head and majority of the problems I had to handle was because of his temper. I didn’t hold anything against him because he was my baby brother, my responsibility, and I would do everything all over again if it meant my brothers would have their freedom.

  “Shut the fuck up nigga, I’m good just make sure y’all out here handling business.” I snapped.

  “We got this bro.” Maleek assured me.

  “Five years ago when pops passed all this down to me, he made me promise that I would look after you two. This is my way of doing that. I’ll be good my niggas. A real boss nigga may bend, but we won’t ever fold. Find that nigga TK and handle him. I also need y’all to hook me up with a beast ass lawyer that’ll be able to get my an appeal. I don’t care where you find this lawyer or how much it cost, just get me a beast.” I said.

  “We got this bro, just don’t get in no more trouble while you’re in there.” Maleek scolded me.

  Maleek was the more level-headed of us three. I would get on Ramsey about his outrageous ways; when in fact, I was him times one hundred. I was a ticking time bomb, and it didn’t take much to push my button, hence my first name. Day- by- day I was living up to my name, I wasn’t one to be fucked with, and my brothers knew it.

  “I just want to come home to my wife and baby. I’m good on all that, a nigga just better not fuck with me tho’ because I’m far from being a pussy.” I snapped.

  “I feel you on that bruh, you show weakness and they gon’ really fuck witcha.” Ramsey replied.

  “On the real, business is running as usual. I will still handle my end from behind here. I just need y’all to do your parts.”

  “Bet.” They both replied.

  “Show a nigga some love.” I said grabbing them both by the back of their heads and pulling them in for a final hug.

  Waving my hand, I took one last look at my family as I made my way into the facility. To keep myself mentally prepared for this bump in the road, I avoided looking at Macy who was a mess. I just clung onto the hope that she would be able to keep it all together for the sake of our baby.

  Tiny

  “Girl, you are too fucking lucky.” Emma said as she glued in a few twenty-eight pieces in my head.

  “Why you say that?” I asked scrolling through my phone.

  “Because you just had a baby like six months ago and your body is still sick. Bitch, I got no kids, been kicking my ass in the gym, and I can’t even look like that.” she sucked her teeth.

  “Bitch, please, I know you see all this.” I replied lifting up my shirt to show her my pudge. I even pulled at that motherfucker so she could see my lil gut.

  “That ain’t shit, you look good with that lil pudge it goes with your body. You are so fucking thick and that she looks so good on you, but I just look like a blob.” she rolled her eyes.

  “Girl bye, you look good.” I waved her off.

  In actuality, there was nothing wrong with Emma she was on the real thick side like me. The only difference was that my ass stuck out farther than my little pudge did. We both were some sick ass BBWS. I was shorter than Emma making my frame look more stacked than hers, none the less, we both were bad. I just hated that she was always on that insecure shit.

  I looked over at my son Elijah and watched him sleep in his playpen as I texted his daddy, the love of my life. Elias and I met under fucked up circumstances, but in the midst of everything I grew to love him. The fact that he was twenty-eight, and I was only sixteen didn’t matter much. Hell, my mother didn’t give a fuck about him fucking me. She was the one that put me up on game with him; so, why s
hould we care about our age differences.

  “Today is the first, Tiny.” My mother’s loud-mouth ass barges in my room causing Elijah to jump in his sleep.

  “Damn mama, don’t you see my baby sleep!” I snapped.

  “I don’t give a fuck. Today is the first, and imma need for you to give me your share of the bills. The fuck you think this is? You ain’t lying up in my shit for free, run me my money.” she sucked her teeth.

  Another thing about my mother, she was more like a roommate than she was my mother. When I started growing curves at the age of fourteen, she started putting in my head how to use niggas for money. Tricking off was how she paid the bills, and she was now putting me up on game. She introduced me to a bunch of men. I fucked them all too, but Elias was the one who stole my heart.

  Unlike the other men, he would spend time with me and treat me as if I was his woman. When he had a long day, he would lay up in bed with me and tell me all about what criminals he had to arrest, or different cases he had that brought him a large amount of stress. We would lie up in bed, make love, and fall asleep in each other arms. As long as my mother got her money on the first of the month, she didn’t give a fuck.

  When I got pregnant with Elijah and decided to keep him, both my mother and Elias were furious. My mother would scold me about how my having a baby would fuck up my hustle. She would stress that no nigga would want to fuck with me if I had a fat gut and a loose pussy. Elias’ problem was the fact that I was underage, and he was a cop. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help but fall for my fat ass, tight pussy, and ability to do anything sexually he wanted me to do. He was ok with dropping in, fucking me, and making sure my pockets was laced. If I was like my mother that would have been ok, but I wasn’t. I had feelings and they ran deep for Elias.

  While I was pregnant, Elias never came around. He even went as far as to changing his number on me. To keep my mother off my back, I had to pop my pussy for a few of her clients in order to keep my bills paid and buy things for the baby. When Elijah was three months, Elias finally came around and started being a father to him. He took great care of his son, which only made me fall deeper in love with him. My only problem was that our love was something that stayed behind the doors of my mother’s three-bedroom, two bathrooms, single family home.

  “Elias is coming, and I will have your money.” I replied as my fingers glided across my phone’s keyboard with quickness.

  “If your dumb ass wasn’t so wide open for that nigga, you would have had plenty of niggas stepping in to pay your damn bills.” she snapped.

  “Look at you, you done let that man fuck your life up with that baby, and he can’t even pay your damn bills on time. So fucking pathetic.” she ranted.

  “Mama get the fuck out my room. You’ll have your money when he falls through.” I replied in a dismissing tone.

  “Who the fuck you think you talking to?” she asked looking at me sideways.

  “you're the only one in here being petty over eight hundred dollars. You know I always have your damn money. I don’t know why you gotta bring yo ass in here and make a fucking scene while I got company.” I spat.

  I truly hated my mother. She wasn’t shit, and I vowed to not be that way to my son. All my mother cared about was watching my pockets. She prided herself on keeping up with the maintenance on my pussy just so she could sell it to the highest bidder. I was happy with Elias and everything he did for me, even though; we couldn’t have a normal relationship. I was fine with just fucking him and getting my funds from him. He was my first love, the father of my child, and the only nigga I wanted to pop my pussy for.

  “You think that nigga gives a fuck about you, and that damn baby?” she asked with a chuckle.

  “Obviously, he does if he makes the time to spend with us and break bread in the process.” I naïvely answered.

  “You are dumber than I thought! If that nigga gave a fuck about you and that baby; you would be laid out in your own place like he got his wife.” she said causing my eyes to roll.

  “He is not married. That man is separated.” I said in his defense.

  “Keep letting these niggas lie to your little dumb ass. You so young and filled with so much of that nigga’s cum that you can’t see shit for what it is. That man slides out of your pussy and then go lay up in his wife’s. He doesn’t give a shit about you. If he did, you’d be worth more than a fuck and a few hundred dollars. You ain’t got shit to show for fucking him but a baby. Did he buy you a Lexus like he did his wife? Are you living in a big fucking house? Are you being introduced to his colleagues, family and friends? Hmm... my fucking point exactly. You ain’t shit but available pussy. The only reason that man is in that child’s life is because he has to see his damn face in order to fuck you!” she yelled.

  By this time, I was so embarrassed. I looked over at Emma who was now holding a crying Elijah trying to console him. The tears burned my eyes, but I did my best to hold them in. My mother wanted me to break down and cry, but I wasn’t. I knew for a fact that Elias loved me, and that she was just jealous that at the age of sixteen I had found the love she was searching for her whole life. I was happy, and she envied that.

  “Jealous ass bitch!” I yelled.

  “Jealous of what? You?” she giggled.

  “You don’t even have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. You’re living in my shit!”

  “I don’t need your shit!” I found myself yelling back at her.

  “Then leave, take you and that baby of yours and get the fuck out of my shit. NOW!” she shouted before knocking the forty-eight inch TV Elias brought me down to the ground along with a few framed pictures I had on the TV stand.

  “Dumb bitch.” I fumed as I walked through my room and gathered me and my baby things.

  “Are you ok?” Emma asked.

  “Yes, I’m fine.” I shrugged still holding onto my tears.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked me.

  “I’m going to allow Elias to figure all of that out. But for now, all I do know is that I’m getting the fuck from out of here.

  Once our things were packed up, I grabbed Elijah’s baby bag, stroller, and we left. Emma pushed the baby in his stroller while I rolled two large suitcases down the street with a duffle bag draped around my neck. When we made it to the park, I dropped the bag on the floor, and took a seat on one of the benches. I texted Elias and told him to meet me at the park, while I rolled a joint.

  “You want to hit this?” I asked Emma after taking two long pulls of the thick blunt that was filled with the best weed Fort Lauderdale had to offer.

  “Nah, I’m straight you need that.” she laughed causing me to chuckle.

  Emma sat in the park with me until night fell, and her mother started blowing her up. Unlike my mother, Emma’s mother gave a fuck about her sixteen-year-old daughter. Emma would complain about how hard her mother would ride her but in my eyes that was real love. My mama never gave a fuck about what I did, or who I did it with as long as I had her money on the first she was straight.

  “My mama’s bugging. Imma holla at you tomorrow you gon’ be good?” she asked before standing to leave.

  “Yeah Elias should be here in a few.” I replied running my fingers through my unfinished hair. I hated that Elias had to see me looking a mess thanks to my mother.

  “Aight bitch call me.” she said giving me a hug and Elijah a kiss on his cheeks.

  Reaching in the stroller, I grabbed Elijah and fed him his bottle. He was so small and innocent to this that I started to feel bad for him. He didn’t ask to be born into this fucked up situation, but here he was a small replica of me and Elijah. A small being that I planned on doing whatever just to ensure he had a better childhood than I did.

  Two hours later, Elijah was sleeping peacefully in his stroller and my patience from waiting on Elias was starting to run thin. Just as I was about to pick up my phone and start blowing up his line, a pair of headlights flashed me f
ollowed by a few beeps from his horn. Grabbing Elijah, I pushed him to the car first, and then went back for my bags. When I got in the car, he didn’t say much to me. I could read the stressed look on his face. However, the whole ride to our destination was on mute.

  “What the fuck are we doing here?” I asked when I peeped we were back at my mother’s house.

  “Tiny, we can’t do this. I talked to your mother, and I paid her enough so she would allow you and the baby to live here peacefully.”

  “Why can’t I live with you?” I asked forcing an eye connection that he wouldn’t give me.

  “Tiny, I’m married. My wife and I want to work things out. I got caught up in having sex with you that I lost sight of what was really important to me, my family. There is a twelve years’ age difference between us. There is no way in hell we can be together without me going to jail for rape. I could lose everything I worked so hard for.” he stressed.