by Latasha Rose
to make a choice. Lil’ sis just be careful with what you doing
cause even though I know Bishop aint shit, you aint all the way
right yourself!”
“Hoe, shut up! You sound like momma. Envie laughed. “I
got this and I’m not telling nobody nothing and they aint gonna
find out until I decide they need to know. Besides they can hold
their own.”
“See, I aint talking about them I’m talking about you. I’ma tell
you what else I’m talking about…you acting just like your
homegirl, she finally rubbed off on your ass, uh?” She gave
Envie a funky look.
Envie sucked her teeth and rolled hers eyes, “Whatever,
hooka go home.”
There was another knock at the door. Ephie looked out of the
peep hole and whispered, “You want me to stay? It’s Bishop.”
“Nah, I’m good. I can handle him.” Envie whispered back.
She opened the door so that Bishop could come in and her sister
could leave but Ephie hesitated.
“Alright, Phie I’ma see you later.”Envie said.
Ephie frowned at Bishop and walked out of the door.
Envie turned to Bishop sitting on the sofa looking right at her.
“What nigga?” she asked.
“Come here.”
She walked over and sat down next to him. “What?”
“My boy gave me some red flag news today and I hope it aint
true.” He paused before speaking again.”You fucking around
on me?”
“Uh?” She wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Bitch, you heard me, I aint stutter.”
“Bitch?” She filled her lungs with air and stood up, “Nigga,
don’t come up in my shit disrespecting me! If you wanna know
something then ask me like you got some mothafuckin sense!”
“Yo shit?” He barked. “Bitch, this my shit too! I was that nigga
paying the rent when you was out of job and sitting on yo’ ass!”
“Nigga, that’s the key phrase, when-I-wasn’t-working. I been
working for six months now and was only out of work for two so
you aint do shit! Like I said, my-shit and you can get the fuck
out!”
He jumped up and grabbed her by the neck.
“Bitch, I aint going nowhere.” He growled. Envie couldn’t
breath, her eyes were bulging out of her head. She tried to free
her neck from his hand but his grip was too strong.
“You must be out your goddamn mind, girl.” He let go of her
and pushed her down on the couch so hard she hurt her ass bone.
“Bishop, why you tripping?”She said in an attempt to calm
him down.
He didn’t say a word he paced backwards and forward in
front of her, she knew it would be any minute before he went all
the way off. She sat there looking at him. She knew she was
cheating but she couldn’t believe he was tripping so hard off of
something he’d heard, she thought about all the hoes she had to
check behind him. Hell, it was just last week she was coming out
of the nail shop and some female got up in her face. She blew her
off because she was so tired of all the drama and unaffectedly
use to it by then. This nigga got me fucked up today. She thought.
Then jumped up and ran to her room.
Bishop yelled, “Where the fuck you going? Get yo’ ass back
in here!”
Envie opened her top drawer and pulled out the twenty-
two her mother gave to her the day she walked through her door
with a black eye and bruises, It was the kind of thing a mother
was force to do when she knew her child was being beaten and
she couldn’t do anything about it.
On her way out of her room Bishop met her at the door. She
pointed her gun at him, “Back up!”
“Envie, what you doing with that, put that shit down!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Now I got the power, nigga! You aint
gonna keep on beating my ass without consequences, Bishop.
That shit stops today!” She walked forward he backed up. They
ended up right back where they started.
“Envie…babe, put the gun down! I mean, come on Envie, you
know me, girl. I just get heated at times.”
“That’s just the problem, I know you and I’m tired of you
putting your hands on me?”
“I never meant to hurt you though, you know I’m sick about
you, girl. It just makes me crazy to think about another man being all
up on you. Come on, Envie you know it aint even like that with
us.” He pleaded.
Envie stood there contemplating with her finger locked on
the trigger. After a few seconds she finally placed the gun on the
table. He slowly walked up to her and squeezed her ass, pulled
her close and kissed her softly but with force, “That shit turns me
on, girl.” He said seductively as he continued kissing her. “You
know I love your sexy ass.”He uttered in between kisses. He slid
his hand down her shorts and stimulated her clitoris then stuck
a finger up her pussy. Her hot juices oozed onto his hand. She
allowed herself to become aroused and kissed him back. She
took off her hearts, ordered him to drop his jeans then pushed
him down on the couch and straddled herself on top of him. As
she glided onto his dick, he cupped her hips with both hands
then rotated them for his benefit. His eyes rolled into the back of
his head as she switched to her own rhythm.
“Oh shit!” He said.
“You like that Daddy?”She asked.
“Hell yeah!” He squealed and whispered, “I love you.”
After he left she cleaned up and fixed herself something to eat
she took a hot shower. The muscles in her back felt tight so she
adjusted the water pressure to work out the knots. She stepped
out of the shower and she heard the phone ringing and ran to
pick it up, it was Kima.
“Hey girl, I heard about that hoe ass nigga Lo-down all up in
your business, you alright?”
“Yeah I’m good.”
“What you gonna say when you see him?”
“See who, Bishop? Girl, he just left.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing. I rode that dick real good and and made his ass
forget.” She laughed.
Ephie felt a vibration in her lap. She looked down at her cell
phone then picked it up. The voice on the other side said,
“Where you at, shorty?”
“I”m at where I’m at.” She giggled.
“Man, quit playing, where you at?”
“At home about to get dressed. Why?”
“Look in the hall closet and bring me that black bag.” Poboy
commanded.
“Boy, I’m standing here in a towel. I can’t leave right.”
“Damn,Phie! A’ight, well, bring it to me before you hook up
with them hood rats.”
“My sister is not a hood rat.” She declared.
“I’m talkin about that scandalous ass Kima. I don’t know why
ya’ll won’t run that bitch off, she aint shit!”
“You aint telling me nothing I don’t already know. You
should enlighten Envie about her tramp ass friend. I still wanna
kick that bitch ass for tryna push up on you last year but I aint
trippin though…not for now
anyway, I’m just laying back to
catch the hoe slipping.”
“Yeah, I feel you, I feel you. Hey, bring some extra panties
cause we gon finish what we started this morning.” He said with
a smile that Ephie could feel. She agreed and smiled just the
same and hung up the phone.
Ephie stood in front of her mirror checking herself out before
heading out of the door. She rocked her new stilettos with one of
her favorite dresses that gripped her body to show every curve
in her figure. Looking at her was like looking at Envie except
she was taller. She had vanilla skin, wider hips and smaller lips
and possessed a hidden sexual disposition; which was the very thing that made
Poboy hang his thug up, take his gangster off and slide it under the bed every
time they had sex. “Damn, I look good!” She told the mirror. She
grabbed Po-boy’s bag picked up her matching purse and stuffed
in a pair of her panties and locked her door. She called Envie
from the car to tell her that she was on her way but didn’t get an
answer so she left her a message. She remembered that Bishop
was at her apartment when she left and hoped that everything
was alright. He was like a ticking bomb she never knew when he
was going to go off. She didn’t see how Envie lived with his
drama for so long it was as if she thought his violent rages were
as natural as breathing. She knew that if her sister didn’t do
something soon somebody was going to get hurt. She didn’t like
Bishop but she never worded it to Envie she held her peace
unless it was absolutely necessary to do the opposite. Her and
Poboy had an understanding in their relationship and they
trusted one another. She never ask too many questions about the
things he did when she wasn’t around and neither did he when
she wasn’t around. They always communicated and gave each
other space when space was needed. She didn’t have to worry
about him raising a hand to her, it just wasn’t his kind of thing.
They argued and of course disagreed just like anybody else,
sometimes she’d get the best of him and sometimes he did the
same, but whenever he lost an argument he’d go into his corner
still feeling like the man because he was completely comfortable
with his manhood. That’s why she never understood how
someone like Bishop could be so close with someone like
Poboy they were too different kinds of people. She spent so
many days wishing that Poboy would out grow him but gave up
when she realized in wasn’t going to happen. Ephie turned up
the radio to he song playing and sang along. “Ya love got me
looking so crazy right now…” Her phone vibrated again. She
picked it up so fast she scratched the inside of her thigh with her
finger nail.
“What’s up hoochie?”
“I just called you, you alright? What were you doing?”
“Nothing, tryna get dressed.”
“He still there?”
“Nawh, he gonna I sent his ass off with a smile on his face ! She
chuckled. “Why you coming soearly anyway?”
“I’m not,I got to drop Po off his bag first and I’ll be there after
that.”
“Alright hooka, I see you when you get here.”
Poboy was standing in the door way when Ephie arrived. As
soon as she reached him he took the bag out of her hand and
dropped it by the door, pulled her close, cupped her ass in his
hands and kissed her passionately. Then slide down on his
knees, lifted up her dress and took off her panties. He placed her
right leg over his left shoulder and began licking her pussy; her
juices filled his mouth like a sweet peach. She cooed and
grabbed a hold of his head, which was covered by the flow of her
dress.
She held her position until her knees became weak and she
could barely stand. Then she pulled her dress all the way over
her head and tossed it over the chair. She motioned him up and
stuck her tongue in his mouth and walked to the bedroom. He
watched the twist in her naked ass as he followed. She laid down
on the bed on her back. “Come and get it Daddy.” She
murmured. He walked over and attentively and slowly slid
himself in. She threw her hips back at him so good that he could
no longer hold it, he released. They both lay there looking at the
ceiling trying to get back their wind until Ephie looked at the
time. “Shit, babe, I got to go.” He pulled her back down and
started sucking on her breast. She tried resisting. “I got to go baby,
I don’t wanna ride by myself. I’m riding with Envie and if I don’t
leave now I’ll get left.” He ignored her and stuck his penis back into
her already wet pussy and this time his strokes were faster. He
wanted to make her squeal and call out his name and she did just
that.
Kima took Trije’ana’s advice, she went into her closet and
pulled out one of her hottest outfits and held it to her body
spinning in a half circle. “This will get me some attention
tonight.” She said checking out her butt in the mirror. Solo was
laying in her bed naked waiting for her. “Hey, baby what you
doing in there!” She put the dress back on the rack and stepped
out of the closet door wearing heels and a birthday suit.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about, come here girl!” He
anxiously demanded.
She walked to the end of the bed, he sat up and got closer to
her. She planted her high heel on the bed right next to his bare
ass, her pussy was two inches from his nose. He put his face in
it and her precious sounds became music to his ears. She put her
head back and closed her eyes and imagined his tongue was
Bishop’ tongue. Her mind took her back to the night they first
had sex together. Envie had disappeared without notice and
Bishop came to her for answers. He knew Ephie wasn’t going
to tell him anything so she was his only option. He knocked on
her door like the police, she ran to answer it ready to go off. She
flung it open and he was standing there dripping wet from the
rain.
“Where’s is Envie?” She started to curse him out slam the
door in his face but thought about it then smirked. She had an
ideal of where Envie had gone, but didn’t tell him. Instead she
invited him in and told him that Envie would be calling soon.
It was a lie, but she wanted him to stay just long enough to get
him out of his wet clothes and fuck him while they were drying.
He stood in her bathroom in his boxers wiping water from his
body with the towel she gave him. She watched his six feet tall
slim, muscular frame as he dried it. Damn. All sorts of thoughts
raced through her head and panties became moist as she
continued to watch. Before he finished she raced to the kitchen
and took a shot of Brandy then poured up two glasses with
crushed ice and sprite. When he came out of the bathroom she
offered him a glass and they sat on the sofa.
He took a drink from his glass, “So you don’t know where she
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sp; is, huh?”
“Nope.”
“She been gone since this morning and she aint called you?”
“No!” She said with an innocent smile.
“I don’t believe that shit.”
She took another sip before speaking again. “I told you she
might be calling at anytime, damn what else do you want me to
say? Let’s just sit here and wait and talk about something else.”
“Whatever, man you aint fooling nobody.” He said
crunching on ice.
She began to feel her buzz and her hormones began to rage