by Kiki Swinson
Trina looked at Melody with the most unconcerned expression she could give her and said, “Oh, hi.” Without skipping a beat, she immediately went into her duffel handbag. She pulled out a huge Ziploc bag with a minimum of two thousand pills of dope inside it and handed it to me.
“Did he tell you how many were in here?” I asked.
“Yeah, he said it was twenty-five hundred of them in there.”
“A’ight. Well, that should be enough,” I said.
Trina zipped her handbag back up and turned to leave. “Well, OK. If you need something, call Mike and he’ll probably have me come back.”
“A’ight. I sure will,” I assured her after taking a quick glimpse of her ass. I did it so fast, I don’t even think Melody caught it.
“OK. Well, take care.”
“You do the same.”
Trina walked out of the door.
Melody slammed the front door immediately after Trina let the screen door close behind her. She turned back around and looked at me with a look of hate all over her face.
“Can you believe that shit?” she screeched.
I played dumb. “Whatchu talking about?”
“It just came to me that if I would not have spoken to that bitch first, she would not have spoken to me. But the fucked up part about it was the fact that she walked into my house. Now what kind of game was that?” she roared. “I mean, who goes in a person’s house and doesn’t speak when they walk through the door?”
“Well, she just did it.”
“My point exactly, and that’s one of the reasons why I can’t stand her ass! Ol’ disrespectful bitch!”
“Come on now, Melody. Don’t let that shit get to you. It’s a beautiful day outside, so don’t let her ruin it for you.”
“It’s too late. The bitch already got me,” she commented and stormed off in the direction of her bedroom.
As soon as she left, I rushed to the living room window to see if Trina had pulled off. It was killing me to see what kind of whip she was pushing. I looked through the mini blinds and caught her backing a two-door, money green, G37 Infiniti out of the parking spot. I knew shorty was about her work, and if any nigga wanted to take her from Mike, they were going to have to be raking in some serious paper. And I could just be the man to do it.
Right after I closed down the shop, I met Mike in the parking lot of this strip club called Magic City so I could pay him his dough. When I tried to leave after the exchange, Mike asked me if I would stay awhile and go inside the club with him. I figured that since I didn’t have shit to do, I might as well.
The whole time I was in there, Maxine blew my phone off the hook. When I didn’t answer her, she sent me a text message, begging me to call because she missed me. I texted her back and told her I was taking care of business and that I would call her when I was done. Her reply to me was, OK, BABY! I LOVE YOU!
I didn’t respond to her last message because the texting back and forth was beginning to get on my nerves. I just stuck my phone back in my pocket and leaned back in my chair so I could enjoy the scenery.
Mike ordered two bottles of Moët while we watched a couple of chicks shake their asses across the stage. Both of the broads looked average in the face, but their bodies were right. Their titties weren’t hanging, and there wasn’t a stretch mark in sight.
“Who that chick right there?” I asked Mike, pointing to the light-skinned, big booty chick with blonde hair who was dancing upside down on the pole.
Smiling, he said, “Oh, that’s Blondie!”
“So, you know her?”
“Everybody knows Blondie.” He smirked.
I focused right back on Ms. Blondie. This bitch had me in a deep trance and Mike noticed it, so he tapped me on my shoulder and said, “Why don’t you call her over here after she gets off the stage?”
I nodded to let Mike know that I intended to do just that. While I was thinking about how I would love to bend Blondie over, my attention was diverted when I heard a familiar voice come up on the right side of Mike.
“Hi baby,” I heard the voice say and then the sound of a loud kiss. I turned and saw Mike’s girl Trina, dressed in a gold shimmery thong, with her ass hanging out. She had a set of gold shimmery adhesive pasties covering her nipples and a pair of five-inch stilettos, and it blew my damn mind. It was evident that she was working there, but I would not have ever believed it if somebody had told me. Nevertheless, she was sexy as a motherfucker, and I would have loved to lay my body next to hers.
I didn’t want to disrespect Mike by staring at his girl, so I turned my head and looked back toward the stage, but after seeing Trina’s bad-ass body, I was no longer interested in looking at Blondie.
“I see you brought company with you tonight?” I heard her comment over the loud music. It almost sounded like she was yelling.
“Yeah, I figured since we make money together, why not get a drink together?”
“Want me to give him the royal treatment?” Trina asked Mike.
“Yeah, go ahead,” he insisted and pushed her in my direction.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but when I realized that Trina was coming toward me, I got nervous as a motherfucker.
“You ready for me to show you a good time?” she asked with a smile.
Not knowing how to respond, I formed the dumbest expression I could and then I looked over at Mike who was, by this time, laughing his ass off. “Man, what’s up?” I yelled over the music.
“Just sit back and enjoy yourself,” I heard him say.
Before I could shoot a rebuttal back at him, Trina turned her ass around toward me, sat right down on my lap and started grinding all her ass on my dick. And, boy did my joint swell up. The feeling I was getting almost made me pass out because I was having difficulty trying to enjoy it. Having Mike three feet away from me, watching my every move made me uncomfortable like a motherfucker. My dick was telling me to close my eyes and enjoy the feeling, but my mind was telling me that all this shit was a setup. When I was getting ready to push Trina away, she grabbed both of my hands and placed them across her hips, then she leaned back into my chest.
Oh my God! Why did she do that?
She was torturing the hell out of me. I looked over at Mike again and he waved his hand at me and yelled, “Relax, man! Enjoy yourself!” I got the reassurance I needed. He was fine with the situation. I didn’t let loose like I wanted to, but I took the edge off enough to get into the mood. I even closed my eyes and began to fantasize how I would flip her around in my bed.
“How does it feel?” Trina whispered in my ear as her moves got a little slower.
“You feel my dick, don’t you?”
“Yeah, and it feels like it’s big, too.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. I bet you be having chicks going crazy off it, too.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Stop trying to be modest. I know good dick when I feel it.”
“So you think it’s good?”
“Yeah. You look like you’d fuck the shit out of somebody.”
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m just tripping off this whole shit.”
“What?”
“You and Mike.”
“What about it?”
“I can’t believe he’s letting you give me a lap dance.”
“Oh, this is nothing. He lets me do this all the time. It’s my job. And plus, it gets his dick hard to see me riding another nigga’s dick.”
“Word?”
“Yep.” Trina grabbed my hands and placed them across her titties.
“Hold up! Whatchu doing?” I snatched my hands back.
“It’s fine. See? Look at him. He’s enjoying it.” She pointed to Mike. Sure enough, Mike was sitting back, sipping on his glass of champagne and enjoying the scenery. I wondered if this nigga was bugged out or what. I mean, I could never have my girl grinding on another cat’s dick and sit back
and watch it like it was OK. He had to be some kind of sicko! But hey, what could I say other than if he liked it, I loved it. I placed my hand right back on Trina’s soft-ass titties and started massaging and squeezing them. They felt so good, I wanted to scream!
“You are about to blow off some steam, huh?”
“Nah, but I want to.”
“Well, I see your eyes were closed, so what were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking about you.”
“What about?”
“I was thinking about how I would make love to you if we were somewhere else other than here.”
“Care to share those details?”
“Not really.”
“Why not?”
“Because Mike is my boy, and I don’t want to overstep my boundaries.”
“I understand that, but will you give me just a teaser?”
I laughed. “I’ll just say that I would make you feel real good.”
“Shit! You’re making me feel good now,” she said. “Feel how wet you got my pussy.” She rubbed my right hand over the crotch area of her thong. When I felt the warmness of her pussy, I knew that she was serious. Instead of moving my hand, I left it there and started rubbing my fingers back and forth across her pussy. I could feel that her pussy lips were nice and plump, just like I liked them.
“Hmmmm,” Trina moaned. “That feels so good!”
“Just imagine how it would feel if it was my dick.”
“Owwww,” she moaned again, bucking at my hand. “I bet it will feel real good.”
“You getting ready to cum, ain’tcha?”
“Yes!” Trina suppressed a scream by biting down on her bottom lip.
Without even thinking about the repercussions I would get from Mike, I slipped my hand inside her thong and fingered her clit and her vagina until my fingers were soaking wet. Within seconds, homegirl released a puddle of her juices and then she let out a long sigh.
“Damn, that felt good!” she whispered in my ear and then she slowly kissed it. I slid my hand out of her thong and placed it on the armrest of my chair. I wanted so badly to smell it, but I knew Mike was looking at me, so I didn’t want to play myself.
“I owe you for that one.” Trina smiled and sat up.
“Yeah, you sure do.”
She got up from my lap and stood up in front of me and fixed her thong. When I saw that she was taking her time to do it, I remembered that she was at work so I needed to fork over a few dollars to her. As I went into my pockets to get my dough, I wondered how much would be appropriate to give her. OK, granted, she was definitely an ordinary stripper and they normally charge ten dollars for a lap dance. But this was my boss’s girl, so I knew I was going to have to step my game up and give her at least one hundred dollars. I mean, that would be the noble thing to do since he bought us a couple of bottles of champagne. I pulled two fifty-dollar bills from my roll of money and handed it to her.
Trina took it without hesitation and folded them both together in the palm of her hand. “Hope to see you again,” she said.
“At these prices, you probably won’t,” I muttered under my breath.
“What did you say?” she yelled.
“Nothing. I’ll holler at you later.” I waved my hand, hoping she would get the hint.
Finally she did. When she carried her ass back over to where Mike was, she took him by the hand and led him into this back room. I followed them with my eyes but after they went behind the curtain, I immediately lost eye contact. There was this big, ugly nigga standing outside that room with his arms folded, wearing all black. I knew he had to be one of the club’s bouncers, so I got up from my chair and
approached him.
“Ay yo, dawg, what’s this room for?”
“It’s a private room for the strippers and VIP guests.”
“Is it an open room?”
“Nah, its five small rooms back there with couches in them. The owner got it set up back there like that to give cats a little more privacy.”
“So, you’re telling me he could go back there and do whatever he wanted to do?”
“Yeah, he could because he’s the owner.”
Shocked by his response, I said, “Word?”
The bouncer smiled and said, “Yep, he’s the big dawg around here.”
“Well, I bet he’s paying you real good to protect him and all these chicks ’round here.”
“Yeah, I get my just due.”
“Well, homegirl with the pasties does too because she just hit me up for a hundred dollars for a lap dance.”
“Just for a lap dance?” He was shocked.
“Yep. She stuck me up without a pistol.”
He shook his head. “Oh yeah, she got you good and now she’s getting ready to give him the real thing.”
“Oh, but it’s all right. Because sooner or later, I am going to get the real thing, too,” I assured him and then went to the bathroom. It was mandatory that I washed my hands and tried to dry the wet spot on my boxers. When I got inside the bathroom and saw how filthy it was and that there were no paper towels or toilet tissue, I knew it was time for me to get the hell out of there. After I washed my hands, I dried them off on my jeans and walked out of there. I didn’t even let Mike know I had left. I just got in my car and headed back to the beach.
On my way down the highway, I called Maxine and told her I was on my way. After she told me that she would wait up for me, I put the pedal to the metal because all I could think about was how I was going to blow her back out. The way Trina had my dick throbbing, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go to my mom’s crib without busting that nut off in somebody. And since Maxine had been begging for it the past couple of days, I figured she was worthy enough to get it.
After I got my rocks off, I laid in the bed and replayed that whole scene with Mike and Trina at the club. I began to wonder why he didn’t tell me that he was the owner of the club. I mean, what was the point in that? Did he have something to hide? Well, whatever it was, it could not have been that serious, because I could have really cared less. One of these days, I was gonna bring it to his attention, too.
MAXINE
My Second Mistake
I was so happy when my baby came over and gave me some dick. I think if I had to go at least another day, I probably would have gone crazy. So far, everything had been going smoothly. I got up around six o’clock the next morning and fixed him breakfast because he told me that he was going to have to head out to the spot early. I didn’t gripe about it one bit. I figured arguing with him about him hustling would only send him farther and farther away from me, and I couldn’t have that. I loved him too much for him to leave, so I’d already drilled it in my head to just deal with whatever he had going on since it was only going to be temporary.
While he was eating, I suggested that we go on a vacation together. I figured this would be a good way for us to spend more time together, and perhaps bring us back closer. For some reason, this idea didn’t sit right with him, so I asked him what was wrong.
“Ain’t nothing wrong.”
“Well, why don’t you want to go out of town?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to go out of town,” he said, stuffing bacon into his mouth. “The timing just isn’t right.”
“Then when would be a good time for you? Because I am going to be off at least two or three more weeks.”
“I’ll let you know.”
“Is it going to be within the next month or so?” I pressed the issue, hoping he would give me a straight answer.
“Nah, I don’t think it’s going to be that soon.”
Not at all happy by his response, I sighed. But I didn’t complain about it. I just sucked it all in and said, “Well, just let me know when it would be OK for me to call my travel agent.”
“A’ight,” he said and continued to eat.
After he ate, he hopped in the shower and was out in less than five minutes. He threw his clothes on in about the same a
mount of time it took him to bathe, kissed me, and headed back out the door.
“Call me, OK?” I yelled out the door.
“A’ight,” he said and then drove off.
After he left, I sat down on my living room sofa and wondered what the hell could be going on with Seth. He’d been so distant from me lately, and I knew that argument he and I had over four days ago couldn’t have had anything to do with it. Not only that, the time that he’d been spending at Melody’s house was a bit too much, which made me wonder if he was fucking her. I mean, something had to be going on because he loved sex and he had to have it at least twice a day, so who was he getting it from? It sure wasn’t from me. I swore that if I found out he was getting it from her, then there was definitely going to be a lot of problems. There was going to be problems that she and Seth weren’t going to be able to handle. Now that I thought about it, I was going to have to take a trip out there to find out how this young girl looked so that I would know if she was Seth’s type or not. From there, I could draw my own conclusions. I just hoped for their sakes that the conclusions I drew fell in their favor because if they didn’t, then all hell was going to break loose.
I got dressed and was on my way out of my apartment when I heard something vibrating. When I turned around to see what the hell it was, it stopped. I stood still and waited to see if I would hear it again and sure enough, I did. It was coming from my kitchen, I thought and dashed off in that direction. When I turned the corner and saw Seth’s Blackberry on my countertop buzzing around, I was completely shocked. Seth never went anywhere without his phone. That thing stuck to him like glue. I moved closer to pick it up but it stopped vibrating again. I went into the call log to display the number when the thing started vibrating again. I noticed that another call was trying to come through but when I saw that the number came up PRIVATE, I immediately answered the call.
“You have a pre-paid call from an inmate at a federal correctional facility,” the recording said. “If you do not wish to accept this call, please dial ZERO or hang up. To block future calls from this inmate, please press the POUND key now. If you wish to accept the call from SAMANTHA, please press FIVE now.”
“Samantha,” I said to myself. My heart pounded rapidly inside my chest when it dawned on me that she was his co-defendant and exlover. “What the hell is she calling him for?” I screamed, but it all registered very quickly. If I wanted the answer to that question, she would be able to give it to me. I pressed FIVE.