A Project Chick

by Nikki Turner

  Jacko squirted the lotion in his hand and began to rub it all over her. First he started at her beautiful smooth feet. As he raised her feet to get in between her toes, he placed his tongue in between each of her toes. He continued to methodically massage the rest of her body until he got to her inner thighs, which was about to boil over anyway.

  The air conditioner in the room was on full blast, but the temperature in the atmosphere was as hot as a desert day. He rubbed her clitoris for a while. He began to wonder why it was taking her so long to climax. As soon as his fingers started getting tired, she started trembling, moaning and groaning for the next sixty seconds and all of 168

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  a sudden it was over. Although she would never turn down oral sex, this orgasm wasn't any different from ones Mr. Bill gave her. She still desired, longed and craved to feel a rock hard dick inside of her.

  She bit the bullet and rolled over, poured some lotion in her hand and grabbed Jacko's erect big, hard cock.

  She moved her hand up and down over the whole shaft the first couple of strokes. Boy, did Tressa know how to give a hand job. Shoot, she beat his penis better than he could do it himself. Then she focused more on the tip of the head, moving back and forth, around and around. She gripped it, but still managed to be as gentle as a summer breeze. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he drooled out of his mouth. It was something she did with her hands, that made him feel unlike any woman had ever made him feel.

  He wanted to look down to see if it was a toy or some type of device she had that was driving him crazy, but he couldn't get the strength to sit up and see. It didn't take long for him to get his climax, and when he did, he squirted all over the place. Although he had just been in ecstasy, he needed more.

  Damn, if she can work her hands like that, I wonder how she works the middle? Was all he could wonder after that breathtaking, have a brother weak in the knees, show stopping performance with her hands.

  He looked down at his soft cock and tried to stroke it to get it hard again so he can finish off what he brought her to Atlantic City to do. His fondling was clearly not working quick enough, so he abruptly blurted out in a rough tone,

  "Suck my damn dick to get that shit hard."

  "What?"

  "You heard me. Suck my dick to get it up."

  "What, nigga?" The whole atmosphere got as cold as the 63 degree room. So much for the desert.

  Wait, first off, this is the first time this dude has ever touched me, and off the bat, he's going to ask me to give him some head. How he even know I do that? Maybe I never have. Thirdly, he isn't any man of mine, so what makes him think that he can show up and get some head? That's royal treatment that is reserved for a special man. If he was my man he could demand head all day long and I wouldn't have no problem giving it to him, because that is my obligation to 169

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  satisfy "my" man. How he know I'm even comfortable enough with him? He must be out of his mind. He didn't even try to go down on me and please me so I would feel compelled to give him the same pleasure.

  He definitely caught her off guard, not necessarily by what he said, but how he said it. In an attempt to compromise, Tressa was about to suggest to him that they 69, he does her and she does him. But, before she could, Jacko hoped up off the bed and told her. "Get dressed.

  Pack ya shit because I am ready to go."

  "What?"

  "I said, get yourself together. I am ready to go!" All this simply because I am not going to give him any head? Damn is it that serious? I guess he's used to any and everybody putting their mouth on him. But I am not the one.

  He's in the wrong place, maybe he should have stepped it up a notch and went to Vegas instead of Atlantic City, where he could have paid a prostitute to give him some head. It would be perfectly legal. Shit, I would have paid one if I knew he was going to carry on like that about a daggone blowjob. The hell with this dude.

  The whole way back to Richmond, Jacko didn't say anything to Tressa and Tressa didn't say a word to him.

  With no conversation going on between the two, Tressa had a lot of time to try to analyze the whole concept of the "head banger".

  Funny how when it comes to oral sex, everybody wants to be on the receiving end and never on the giving end.

  Very rarely will you ever come across people who genuinely want to give head in general. Not just the head banger episode, but in life in general. Nobody wants to drive, but everybody wants to ride. Everybody wants to receive a present, but nobody wants to give a gift. Even me Mr. Bill ate me out on a regular basis and did it well. Not one time did I ever take the initiative to go down on him. It was always kosher for me to receive, but now I am put in a position to give, I throw a fit. But shoot this dude, Jacko, wasn't even worth a drop to my knees having a brotha eyes rolling in the back of his head.

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  me some head, and put his head game down so well and have me feeling so good, that I would have no choice but to reciprocate the feeling back and wanted to suck the skin off it.

  But no, he gonna get an attitude with me. But do I give a damn, shit I got a free trip, and won me some damn money and got a nice Coach duffle bag. Shoot, I am coming back with more than I had.

  After crossing the Delaware Memorial Bridge, Jacko pulled over to the side of the median strip and said one word to her. "Drive."

  Jacko then got into the passenger seat, put the seat back and tried to act as if he was going to sleep. Trust and believe, Tressa had another plan in store for him, he wasn't going to sleep on this ride if she could help it. She knew he only made her drive out of spite because he knew Tressa hated to drive long distances. She knew he wanted her to argue, but she didn't. Instead, she just listened to the music, hit every pothole and bend she could and tried to drive the wheels off his car

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  Smiling all up in the

  face...waiting to slip in the

  place

  AKA

  The Backstabbers

  Tressa exited the car, walked to the back of the car and reached into the trunk of Jacko's 300 ZX to grab her duffle bag. She slammed the trunk down so hard, hoping it would break a window. As soon as the trunk closed, Jacko sped off not even making sure Tressa had made it into the house. Rosey looked on as she noticed two things, the tension between the two of them and the soft leather Coach duffle bag set that Tressa was carrying. It was clear that Tressa possessed the real Coach and not the bootlegged stuff that flooded so many shoulders and hands of women. Rosey looked at Tressa from head to toe, and the sight of Tressa just made her sick to her stomach. Tressa may have lived in the ghetto, but it was obvious that Tressa wasn't ghetto. Tressa scrambled and struggled to pay her bills just like everyone else. The only difference between Tressa and the hood-rats was, Tressa never shared her business regarding when, what or how she paid her bills.

  So, for someone in the "p.j.'s" on the outside looking in, it may have appeared Tressa had it going on. Especially when she looked at Tressa's flat stomach in the tight fitting dress that hugged every curve.

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  This broad had two babies, twins at that, and her stomach is flat as a damn pancake. BITCH!

  Tressa was wearing a super cute, red sundress that stopped a little above her knees. The dress crisscrossed in the back with two splits on the side. The python print red and black strap sandals dressed the ensemble up. She had some fresh micro mini-braids in her hair, and had it pinned up in a sophisti
cated style, with a couple of braids hanging down on the side coming over her left eye. She wore some medium-sized gold hoop earrings.

  That bitch thinks she's all that, with her little outfit, Rosey thought to herself.

  Rosey examined Tressa's outfit to try to find a flaw, but there wasn't one.

  Rosey never would have imagined that the dress was purchased in the white area of town at the seven-dollar store and the dress was on clearance for five dollars! The shoes were on sale for thirty dollars. How pathetic that Rosey was jealous over a $37.00 outfit!

  Rosey's envy continued. Then she got the nerve to have some name brand luggage. Why she toting that four hundred dollar bag? Why don't she move up out of here then, if she's so damn big time! I'm so mad she got that bag, I wish I had it. I ain't worried about her because she didn't buy it. That nigga bought it for her, I am sure. I betcha she probably sucked his dick to get that. Or maybe she did him and his friend. Damn, I wish I knew something about him, because I daggone sure would throw it right up in her face.

  That's all right, because I got some dirt for her that would make her bite the damn dust. She might have had a good little time on her so-called vacation or whatever she wanna call it, but guess what? The bitch is going to feel like the only getaway she wanna go on, is one to the mental institution.

  "Hey Tressa." Rosey's jealous hearted self said.

  "Hey Rosey, how are you?"

  "Girl, I came up to your house last night looking for you, because I had something to share with you."

  "Oh, is that right." Tressa hesitantly said to Rosey.

  "Gurl, Gurl, Gurl, I hate to seem like I'm always gossiping and shit, but gurrrrllll, I had to know how you felt about your baby daddy fucking your best friend!" 174

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  "What are you talking about?" A stunned Tressa asked.

  "That girl you be with Dutchess, and Lucky, that's right, they been messing with each other for a minute. You didn't know that?"

  "Nope, I didn't know." Tressa barely said, after the wind was knocked out of her, by the news of this latest betrayal.

  "I figured you didn't. Well, now you do." Tressa walked away stunned, astonished, surprised, dumbfounded, and most of all, hurt. At this point, she would expect something so low and grimy from Lucky.

  Now, Dutchess was a different story, her and Dutchess went way back. Dutchess was her road dog, her comrade, her friend, and partner in crime. Dutchess called and talked to Tressa everyday, and constantly reminded Tressa how she loved her as a sister, and truly wanted the best for her. For one second, she thought that Rosey was lying, but then she thought again. She knew in her heart that Rosey was telling the truth. Dutchess had never given Tressa any type of indication that there was something going on between the two of them, so she had no reason to suspect them. She realized that this type of accusation was something heavy to place on somebody, and especially a so-called best friend. But there are some things in your heart that you just know, and for Tressa this was a hard pill to swallow.

  Tressa never called either of them to discuss the matter. As far as Lucky was concerned, she could give a damn. But Dutchess on the other hand, oh, that was a different story.

  The first person she called to try to express her crushed feelings to was Wiggles. Wiggles had truly lived up to her promise to Tressa to be there for her. Wiggles was Tressa's backbone now, at times, Tressa wondered what she'd do without Wiggles. Wiggles' first reaction was. "Boo-Boo told me something like that too, but I didn't pay him any mind."

  "Well, it's true." She started talking fast, pouring out her heart and pent up tears.

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  "I never liked that hoe anyway. I told you she wasn't shit when she didn't help you fight back in the 7th grade when that girl Michelle Booger was looking for you."

  "Yeah, you did."

  "I'm going to smack the cowboy shit out of that broad when I see her. Just for the principle of the matter." Tressa changed the subject, because she knew how Wiggles could get carried away when it came to somebody trying to bring harm to her and her kids.

  "So you picked up the boys, huh?" Tressa asked, redirecting the conversation to something she knew would calm Wiggles down.

  "I picked up the boys this evening from Ms. Betty's house. She called and needed them to be picked up early because she said she had to go to Bingo.

  "See, she said she didn't need me to pick them up until Monday afternoon. She'd drop them off at daycare and I could just pick them up. She makes me sick, always reneging." Tressa said, getting a little frustrated.

  "It's no big deal. You know I love those babies as if they were my own. I picked them up and took them to the mall to get some ice cream. Gurl, I had to have a long talk with them, especially that Hadji."

  "What? Hadji? You mean Ali?" Tressa asked, trying to correct Wiggles because she knew Ali was usually the bad one.

  "No, I mean Hadji." Wiggles assured her.

  "What did he do?"

  "Girl, he showed out for Lucky, both of them really, but Hadji more. After I handled it, I brought them home, gave them a bath and now they are fast to sleep."

  "Thanks Wiggles. It's always nice to have a big sister."

  "But while we were at the mall, we ran into Lucky.

  Girl, I swear I felt like just killing that nigga!"

  "Gurl, don't I know it." Tressa said.

  "If I thought I could get away with it, I will kill him.

  Not because he's so damn disrespectful to me, but because he lives to make your life a living hell."

  "Gurl, later for Lucky. Don't worry he'll get his."

  "I know, but if I ever catch him slipping, he's a done deal. Believe that."

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  "Gurl, what did he say at the mall." Tressa said, growing inpatient.

  "Well, first off, he has this thing that he has established with the boys. When they first see each other, they put their fingers up like guns, aim them and act like they are shooting each other. Then whoever shoots first, the other one falls on the floor like he is dead."

  "What? Oh, HELL NO!"

  "Then when I corrected the boys, he had the nerve to say to me. 'What the fuck you doing with my damn kids, you junkie bitch. How about I give you fifteen dollars to suck my dick? Or, what about a rock?'"

  "Gurl, stop playing?"

  "Nope, I am not. I didn't even respond to him because the boys were with me. But girl, he was dead serious."

  Tressa couldn't stand to hear anymore. Her blood was boiling, she had heard just about enough about Lucky for one day.

  "Wiggles, I gotta go. I'll call you back." Tressa couldn't even think of Lucky's number, she was so mad that she dialed the wrong number while pacing the floor back in forth. When she finally reached him, she let him have it.

  "Yo." Lucky said as he answered the phone.

  "Why in the hell you got my sons playing Shoot'em up Cowboy and the Lone fucking Ranger?"

  "Because when they grow up, they're going to be gangsters, they need to practice." He said arrogantly.

  "You know what Lucky? I asked you to leave us alone and you can't. Why? Tell me why? You keep trying to attack me every way you know how. Why?"

  "Cuz, I hate your dumb ass and I plan to hurt you in every way I can."

  "You know what Lucky, one day you're going to get yourself boxed in and you're going to need me."

  "Need you? Need ya ass for what? You a broke ass bitch! What can you possibly do for me? Please tell me?"

  "You are going to crumble, watch what I tell you.

  You are going to wither like dry grass. You think you up now, but watch, you are going to come tumbling down like the walls of Jericho. And when you lying on your back, 177

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  you're going to need me. Mark my words!" She screamed into
the Uniden brand cordless phone. "And, I won't need your ass, that's for sure. Believe me, I got enough people in my corner who'll die to be there to watch you fall."

  "The only way I am going to crumble is if you go to the police about that double murder you made me do."

  "What, nigga? Oh, the one thing you don't have to worry about is me going to the police. I don't have to. I'll let you do that, you'll bring them to you. And when they come for you, I hope you don't think Dutchess' going to be there for you either." She slid the fact she knew about Dutchess in there, just to get his reaction.

  "So, what you know 'bout Dutchess? I don't give a damn! She has been around just as long as you have. How you think I knew where you lived? How you think I've always been one step ahead of ya dumb, stupid ass?

  Because of ya girl Dutchess. It was a close call when you set the apartment on fire." He laughed. "Now, that was some funny shit. You were so close and still didn't catch on. I've fucked all your friends and it ain't going to be, but a matter of minutes, before I get to Missy and Wiggles, one way or another. Believe that."

  Tressa was left speechless by the words that came out of Lucky's mouth. She couldn't believe what he said about Dutchess being the girl that was in the apartment when she set fire to it years ago!

  At that, Tressa slammed the phone down.

  Tressa cried for a minute, out of hurt and pain that her friend would do something like this to her.

  Now it's all coming together. When it first went down years ago, Lucky said the girl's name was Dee. He threw me off when he said she was from out of town. But I didn't even think nothing of it when I saw Dutchess and she had a bandage over a burn. I would have never thought, in my wildest dreams, that she would dare do something like this to me. It's one thing for a female to mess with my man behind my back, but to act as my friend. To have the gall, the audacity, the fucking nerve to call me everyday and portray herself as my friend, and the whole time, she's laughing behind my back. Oh, hell no! I might seem like a fool, because so many times I have turned the other cheek and 178