by J Peach
Chapter 12
Blaze
I had put everybody out an hour earlier when the twins came to pick up Benny. So it was just me, Sam, King, Krystal, and Vincent. He was steady bringing us drinks.
“Blaze, you can dance?” Krystal asked.
“I can fuck. What you mean!” I said, making King and Sam laugh. “If you got rhythm then you can fuck and if you can fuck then you can dance. Wanna see?” I said, her licking my lips. She looked at King and Sam. “Man fuck them, y’all call ya girls, hoes, or something, damn. Come on.”
“No, Blaze, I’m not having sex with you,” she protested, laughing while pushing me away from her.
“You ain’t got to, we just dancing. Come on, man.” Pulling her up, I walked to a pool table further down. I pulled up my jeans up and stepped to her. Krystal covered her face let out a muffled scream as she laughed.
My hips moved into hers, my dick rubbed against her. I pressed her down on her stomach, then grinded against her ass, thrusting my pelvis into her. It wasn’t until she started moving that shit got serious.
My hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. I kissed down her neck as I started a slow grind, making sure she felt my dick.
Her movement was in sync with mine until she started shaking that shit, rolling slow then fast.
Bitch is teasing a nigga.
I was hard as fuck.
Turning her around, I picked Krystal up, then sat her on top of the pool table. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pulled it off, then unhooked her bra.
Krystal fell back on the table and raised her hips, letting me pull her pants along with her panties off. Once I dropped them to the floor, I pushed her legs open wide.
I sucked on my index and middle finger, getting them wet before I ran them through her slit. Her pussy lips parted and I began playing with her clit. At the same time I pulled one nipple in my mouth while pinching the other.
My fingers pushed inside her pussy. I watched as her back arched and she began to moan. I wasn’t up for no foreplay, I just wanted to get her ass wet so I could fuck. Pulling away from her, I undid my jeans, pulled them down my hips, then grabbed a magnum from my back pocket. After I rolled it down, I ran the tip over her clit.
Her legs stretched wider as my dick came to her opening. I pushed my tip inside of her.
Bitch was tight as fuck, abnormally tight, and she had a nerve to clamp her inner muscles down around my shit.
“Ah shit!” Her hand quickly came to my pelvis and she pushed me back.
Shid, I ain’t with fucking no bitch that ain’t willing. No matter how close we are to fuckin’, when she say wait, that means stop, point blank. “Fuck is wrong with you?” She looked away from me, seeming embarrassed. “Man, gon with that bullshit, what’s up?” I asked her again and her skin turned red. Hell n’all, man, on what? “You a virgin?”
Fucks wrong with me finding these damn virgins suddenly? This shit should be fuckin’ illegal.
“Yes, I am, is that a problem?” She shot with a hint of an attitude.
Fuck kinda question is that? “Any other day, hell n’all. Right now, fuck yeah. A nigga hard as hell, I should slap yo dumbass for teasing a mothafucka.” I muffed her head back, she sat up and pushed me in the chest.
“Yo ass won’t slap another, bet that. Plus, you started it. I’m not a loosely ass bitch you gon’ fuck and dump. If that’s what you looking for, your eyes done landed on the wrong one. This, what just happened, was caused by to many drinks, I ain’t no hoe.”
“Man, shut the fuck up. Didn’t nobody call yo ass a hoe, so cool it with that shit. I don’t fuck with hoes, so if I thought yo ass was one these pass few hours wouldn’t have happened, so chill. Ain’t nothing wrong with you being a virgin,” I told on some real shit. Yeah, I wish she would’ve said something from jump, but it was what it was. I was still gon’ roll with her ass.
Once those words left my mouth, my mind went to Peaches and her bullshit. “Look, check this, if yo ass longing fah a nigga to romance yo ass, then I ain’t it. If you a judgmental mothafucka that’s gon’ label a nigga, then we need to end this here and now. If you stay, then we gon’ rock, simple as that. Not on no relationship type shit, we kickin’ it, that’s it. Now get yo ass dressed and think about what I just said.”
Once I fixed my jeans I walked back over to King and Sam.
“Blaze! So y’all just danced?” King asked once I sat down.
“King, yo ass stupid. Shut the fuck up.” My head shook as I laughed.
“How the fuck you gon’ be this big ass, mean nigga and be dancing?” Sam asked, he glanced away from his phone to me, laughing.
“Believe it or not, some women find men who can dance sexy. You know what they say about dancer’s, right?” Krystal added, coming over.
“They can fuck?” I asked, laughing as I slapped hands with King.
“I can roll and pop wanna see?” King’s ass was just stupid.
“N’all, sweetie, I’m cool,” she told him as she came and sat on my lap. “I’m gon’ rock with you. Whatever you may be into doesn’t make who you are. So I’ma roll with you.”
Nodding my head, I licked my lips. “That’s what it is then.” Right after the words left my mouth, my phone started ringing as well as someone banging on the door. I ignored my phone, then lifted Krystal off me as I grabbed my gun. “Y’all niggas call somebody over here?” I asked as the impatient mothafuckas started banging harder on the damn door.
“Yeah, I did. Vincent get the door man!” King yelled at him and I sat back down, pulling Krystal into my lap.
“Yo ass ready to go?” I asked as my phone went off again.
“You got to take me back to the courts so I can get my car,” she said as I answered the phone.
“Hold up,” I told her. “Who dis?” I didn’t recognize the number right off bat.
“Where you at?” The female voice kinda fuck’d me up.
“Who the fuck is this?” I asked again.
“Peaches.” I looked at my phone again.
“Who?” I heard who she said, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hearing shit.
“Peaches, Blaze. Stop playing, damn. I know you ain’t still mad about earlier.” She stated. When I didn’t say anything, Peaches sighed heavily into the phone. “Are you still pissed? Blaze, I don’t want you mad at me, especially when I was only playing. Honestly, I didn’t think you would take it serious, I promise I didn’t,” she insisted. The line was quiet for a second.
I was trying to wrap my mind around the fact she called me at three in the morning to tell me that.
“Blaze,” Peaches whined out.
“N’all man, we good. I already told yo ass that, so don’t sweat it.” I responded. Before I started talking to her, my mind was on the fact I wasn’t gon’ fuck with her on that level no mo.
“Okay, as long as we cool,” Peaches mumbled into the phone.
“Yeah, we good. But aye, I gotda go so I’ll hella at you later.” I was ready to hang up, but she started talking again.
‘I’ight, were you coming over? I mean you did give me yo key. I’ll be up a little longer if you’re coming,” Peaches willingly invited.
Her invitation caught me off guard. Even so, I was tempted like a mothafucka to push Krystal off me and bolt out the door. But because of that feeling, I didn’t, and that’s the only reason.
“N’all, I ain’t coming over. I’ll get up with you later, bye Peaches.” I ain’t give her a chance to say nothing else as I hung up. I already knew if I kept talking to her, there was no doubt my ass would be at her crib.
“You good?” Krystal asked, her face scrunched up with a worried look.
“Why, you worried with yo nosy ass?” I didn’t know why her question irritated me.
She smacked her lips while getting in my face. “You just looked like something was wrong, so don’t pop slick with me.”
Grabbing her wrist, I jerked her down to me. “Who the fuck you talking
to? Make me beat yo ass, Krystal. I’ll strangle the fuck outda you.” I emphasized my words as my hands went around her neck and I squeezed.
“You won’t choke nobody else, I promise. You mean as hell, I swear,” muttered Krystal.
“It’s just me. If you don’t like it, so what. Yo ass ain’t complained since we been together, so don’t start now.” As the last word left my mouth, my name was called. “Yo?” I replied back lazily.
“Hey, Blaze,” ol’ girl said with an attitude. She looked familiar, but I didn’t know where from.
“What’s up?” My two fingers waved her way. And ol’ girl face scrunched up at me. “The fuck yo problem is?” She was just looking at a nigga funky as hell, like I stank or some shit. I looked at King and pointed to the babe who sat on his lap. “Who the fuck is her?”
“Her is sitting right here and her can speak, so ask her who the fuck she is?” She blurted, attitude thick with the smart remark.
Man what was up with these bitches and they fuck’d up ass attitudes toward me?
“Ebony, man, chill with that shit or get the fuck out,” King told her.
She swirled around on him and muffed the fuck outda him. “Who are you talkin’ to King? Yo ass called me here, not the other way around. How the fuck you gon’ let this nigga play Peaches like that? You a dumb, grimy ass bitch,” she snapped at him. Her hand, once again going to the side of his head, she pushed it harder with each ending word.
“Ebony, boss, touch me again, I’ma slap the fuck outda yo dumbass. I ain’t letting them do shit, they ain’t even together so what the fuck you mean play her,” King defended, pushing her ass off him.
“You a dirty ass bitch. How the fuck you gon’ be in my girls shit one minute, then hugged up with some bitch the next. What, she ain’t wanna fuck yo hoe ass, so you moved on to this ratchet ass bitch?” King’s girl snapped at me, lookin’ like she was about to run up. If she did, I was gon’ beat the fuck outda her ass. But before I could say shit, Krystal was already talkin.
“Who the fuck you calling a bitch? I ain’t got shit to do with none of this, so check who the fuck you talking to before that mouth of yours get yo ass beat,” Krystal snapped at her.
“I’m calling yo hoe ass a bitch! Why you sitting on my girl niggas lap? Fuck you gon’ do, bitch?” This Ebony chick bucked up, Krystal got off my lap bout to walk up.
“Sit yo ass down, man,” I said, pulling Krystal back down on my lap. “King get yo girl the fuck up outda here. Ain’t nobody got time fah that shit she spitting.” That chick was crazy, I’m glad I wasn’t cheating because a nigga would’ve been caught like mothafucka.
“N’all, you get yo ass up and put me out, you fuck ass bitch. Come put me out, Blaze, sitting in my bitch shit, all in her ass, sleeping in her shit. Now you tryna play her. The Fuck!” Man why she couldn’t be a nigga or a hoe fah that matter, so I could beat her ass.
“Ebony, get the fuck out, damn. Stupid ass don’t never know how to act,” King pushed her toward the door, but his stupid ass had to make it worse for himself. “Bye Krystal, I’ma see you at the ‘Rex’ Friday, right?” Ebony turned around and knocked the fuck out his ass in the face, swinging hard as hell. Man, those new age bitches tougher than some of those niggas. I needed to get a few of them on my team, real shit. “Bitch, what the fuck wrong with you hitting me like you stupid?” King snapped at her and push her ass down, but she got right back up swinging.
“Yo ol’ disrespectful ass, talking to that bitch like I ain’t right here.” She was swinging on his ass hard as fuck.
“Sam, go help that nigga.” Sam looked away from his phone at me.
“Hell no, you do it.”
“Shid, she might whoop my ass if I go over there,” I told him, laughing. “Who you textin’?” I asked as I watched King throw Ebony over his shoulder, carrying her out. Those mothafuckas was crazy.
“Brandy. She just pulling up now, so I’ll get up with you later,” Sam said and we shook up. Brandy was Sam’s girl, had been since we were teenagers. “Bye, Krystal.”
With a smile, Krystal waved. “Bye, dreads,” she called out to him before turning into my lap and pulling something out of her pockets. “Here, I owe you this.” The fifty dollar bill made me laugh.
“I thought you ain’t have it?” I asked her while grabbing her ass and squeezing it.
Her face took on a serious look as she stared down at me. “I lied, so we rocking?”
I flipped her over on the couch. “Yeah, I’ma fuck with you fah now.” My head nodded toward the door Sam just walked out of. “You not gon’ ask why ol’ girl came at you the way she did?”
She rolled her eyes at that. “I could care less what her beef is as long as she don’t step to me wrong again. And you’re not seeing her friend, so we cool. But if you are, then this not gon’ work for the simple fact I ain’t gon’ be no niggas side chick. Simple yes or no, I’ma take yo word on this. Is you seeing ol’ girl she talkin’ ‘bout?” She asked straight up.
“N’all, I tried fucking with her girl. But whether I am or not, we ain’t together either. You do as you like, just as I’m able too. This ain’t no relationship and the first time yo ass start treating this like it is, I’m dropping you.” I don’t have time to go through the same shit I did with Peaches. I’m good on that note, it ain’t worth it.
“I got it, same thing goes for you.” Though Krystal said that, she didn’t like that. I could see on her face, but I ain’t say shit.
“That bullshit don’t apply to me.”
She rolled her eyes before pushing me. “I should go, it’s late.” Pushing myself up, I helped her up.
“You live by yoself?”
“Yeah, I just move to Marshall Town.” I glance at my watch to see it was almost five in the morning.
“How about I drop you off at yo crib? Then later when you up and about, hit me up and I’ll take you to get your car,” I offered.
“Why you can’t do it now?” She asked as I walked us outside.
After I locked the club up, we went to the truck. But I stopped once I noticed the black on black Dodge Charger I barely drove. I kept it at the hall just in case. I glanced at the car then at Krystal. It was already five in the morning.
“You got license?” I asked and she gave me a look that said ‘no shit’. “Don’t look like that, a lot niggas rolling without L’s nowadays, so I’m just asking. Give me yo license,” I instructed while I opened my glove compartment, grabbing the little sliver box and envelope out. I sat it on the seat.
“I’m not lying, see,” Krystal held it out in from of her.
Taking the card, I took a picture of her license, zooming in to make sure you could see the info clear.
“What are you doing, Blaze?”
I ignored her as I took the ink pad from the box. “Give me yo hand.” Pushing each finger on the on the pad then the paper getting her prints I handed her license back. “It’s just in case you try to fuck me over,” I said, taking in her shocked expression.
“You just finger printed me?”
“Yeah, I did. Is that a problem?” If I was gon’ fuck with her I needed to know everything about her, if she had a record or anything.
Krystal blinked a few times then shook her head. “Okay, so why can’t you drop me off to my car?” She asked.
“I have something’s to do right now on this side of town, so I’ma let you take my car and I’ll get up with you later. Hold up,” I quickly ran back inside the club to get the remote to the Charger. Once I returned, I handed it to her.
“How you know I won’t just disappear with your car,” she asked, smiling hard.
I laughed at that as I opened the envelope. “I don’t, which was why I just did all this. Just in case I have to find yo ass. Say ah,” she looked at me like I was crazy making me laugh. “Man, say ah, damn.”
“Ah,” I quickly stuck a Q-tip in her mouth to get saliva. “The fucks wrong with you?” She snapped at me as I put the swab in a tub
then in a bag with her prints closing it up. Putting it back into the glove compartment I turned toward her.
“Baby, don’t be offended. I have trust issues. I don’t wanna get fuck’d over by nobody, so I take precautions as you can see. So don’t fuck me over because I’d hate to have to kill you. Don’t be mad, I’m just being real. Now, seeing this, do you still wanna fuck with me?”
Man, I didn’t know that chick. Even if I thought she was cool and I wanted to fuck her didn’t mean she couldn’t be a snake ass bitch. Better safe thinking with my head and not my dick, that’s how those young mothafuckas got caught up.
“I ain’t gon’ fuck you over, I‘m not even mad about this. Just next time warn a bitch before sticking shit in her mouth,” she said, walking closer to me. “You can come through around twelve, I’ll make you lunch.”
“I don’t know, I got hella shit to do today.” I had to stop by my other pool halls, my garage, car lot, Anastasia’s and Jesse’s, but it was what it was.
“It’s just lunch for an hour, then you can be on your way, plus you got to get your car,” she pressed.
I wasn’t fuck’d up about her keeping my car, wasn’t shit in there so I wasn’t rushing to get it back. “I’ll stop thru, but it won’t be for an hour. So have my shit already made and hot before I get there. As for the car, keep it for now,” I told her, looking down at my phone again. “Get up outda here, I’ll see you later.” Grabbing the front of her shirt I pulled her to me. “Let me find out you had a nigga in my shit, I’ma kill his ass then beat yours.”
“Nigga, please. I’m not worried about you.” With that, she stood on her tips, kissed me, then walked off.
“Keep on, I’ma have yo ass bent over the hood of that car.”
She threw up her middle finger as she walked to the car. “You just talk, Blaze!”
Bitch gon’ say that shit now. “Oh, baby, I can show you I ain’t,” I told her while walking backwards toward my truck.