Talk of the Town

by Tanya Ridley

  He kept the drinks coming, as we continued to talk, and his money seemed limitless, even though he didn’t pull out wads of cash, flashing it for everyone to see. I even saw him give the waitress an American Express black card, which meant he had money and good credit. His style and the way he did things were attractive. Mya definitely knows how to pick ‘em, I thought to myself. I wondered how she came across this one.

  I must’ve thought her up, because several seconds later, my cell phone began to vibrate. It was Mya calling. “Excuse me, I need to take this,” I said to Scottie, lifting myself off the couch.

  “Sure no problem. Take your time,” he responded.

  I walked toward the ladies bathroom and answered the phone in a low tone. I didn’t want anybody in my conversation. “What’s up?”

  “Are you in or what?” Mya asked.

  “Yeah, I’m in. I’m having drinks with him in V.I.P as we speak.”

  “Damn, I taught you well. I told you that he would go for you. So what do you think?”

  “He’s fine for sure,” I replied.

  “Look, just make sure you get enough information from him before you start thinkin’ about fuckin’.”

  “No, I think you got me mixed up with you about that shit,” I uttered.

  Mya giggled. “So, how are you playin’ it? Did you get him to open up?” she asked, ready to get his money.

  “Definitely. He even invited me to come down to Miami with him,” I told her.

  “Are you serious? Let’s do this,” she replied, sounding extremly hyped and so hood.

  “Look we can’t rush into this, Mya. I’m gonna have to work this one nice and slow.”

  “Oh, so you’re a professional now? Well let me say this, you work this dude the way you want, but don’t take forever.”

  “Cool. So, where are you now?” I asked.

  “I’m actually outside.”

  I was shocked. “You’re outside right now and not coming inside?”

  “I might. The problem is, I see so much money and dick out here that I may not even need to come in. I’ll probably just stay out here and take a souvenir home,” Mya said, always clowning around about dick.

  Suddenly, I heard someone coming into the bathroom. “Girl, I gotta go. I’ll holla at you later.”

  “Hit me on my cell, if you need me. I’ll be outside chasin’ my two favorite things.”

  I shook my head back and forth. “Bye.”

  When I hung up, a thin undernourished girl, walked toward one of the stalls. Damn, it looks like the last time she ate was two months ago. I laughed to myself all the way out the door. When I returned, Scottie was still sitting in the same spot.

  “Is everything okay, Dee?” he asked, sounding concerned.

  I almost didn’t respond to the name Dee, but quickly remembered that I had temporarily changed my name. “I’m fine.”

  “Good.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I definitely wanna see more of you.”

  “And that can be arranged,” I said, batting my eyes.

  Scottie and I got reacquainted and talked until he invited me to another after party at the Hyatt Regency hotel, and of course I agreed.

  As I left the club and walked to my car, I looked around to see if Mya was somewhere acting like a prostitute, but I didn’t see her. I thought about calling her when I got in the car, but quickly decided against it. I needed time to think. I wanted to remind myself that I couldn’t get caught up in the hype with Scottie, because he was a mark. And if I got too close like I did with Sky, it would surely fuck up our business. I couldn’t afford that to happen.

  Chapter 4

  Mya

  Outside of Vision was lookin’ like paradise to me with all the ballers and money that was present as I stepped out of my brand new black Yukon Denali. I was hopin’ to find the perfect target tonight, so my sexy short Marc Jacobs skirt and three-inch Manolo Blahnik stilettos wouldn’t go to waste. I always had to make sure I looked like I’d just stepped off the runway, so I could catch all the men with deep pockets. It took money to make money. If I allowed myself to step out lookin’ like some broke ass broad, half the dudes would probably think I was after their paper from the gate, and I couldn’t have that. Besides, I was blessed with some well defined legs and loved showin’ them off whenever I got the chance. As soon as I hit the button to activate my car alarm, I heard some dumb niggah try his hand with me.

  “Damn, shawty…what your fine ass doing comin’ out such a big truck. You like ‘em big huh. Well if you want, I can give you something big to ride on.”

  I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth. I hadn’t even made it to the door yet, and somebody was fuckin’ wit’ me already. “You look like a broke and thirsty niggah, so why waste your time. You can’t possibly think you have a chance wit’ me?” I asked sarcastically.

  “Why the fuck are you so feisty, girl?”

  “Niggah, step off!” I shouted. Broke dudes always irritated me. I knew I was rude, but could’ve cared less. If someone stepped to me, they had to come correct because I wasn’t one to lower my standards.

  After my remark his boys laughed, which immediately made his facial expression change. I guess I had embarrassed him in front of his friends. “Fuck this trick, she out here lookin’ over-rated anyway,” he shouted to his friends.

  I turned around and gave him the look of death. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

  “You heard what I said, bitch. I didn’t stutter,” he responded with an evil look.

  I guess he felt like he’d redeemed himself in front of his homies with that slick remark toward me. Little did he know who he was fuckin’ wit’, so I calmly walked over to him. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ disrespect me again!” I yelled, slappin’ him in his face. I was two steps away from knockin’ his head off.

  He immediately tried to grab me after I had embarrassed him for the second time, but his boys did the right thing and held him back.

  “Chill niggah,” one of his friends said, grabbing him from behind. He probably had no idea that his friend had just saved his life, because if he would’ve touched me, it was gonna be on.

  “Nah fuck that…ain’t no bitch gonna put her hands on me and I can’t hit her ass back!” he responded, still tryin’ his best to get closer to me.

  “Go ahead mutha-fucka, lose your life tonight,” I warned. I knew I could easily get to the .45 in my purse. And even if I didn’t murder him personally, I would get one of my niggahs to do it for me.

  “Yo, chill!” his friend continued.

  “You better listen to your boy,” I said boldly.

  They finally did the right thing and pulled my new enemy away. He continued to throw out threats at me as they led him away. I let out a devilish smile and tried going on wit’ my night in peace. All it took was one asshole to bring the ghetto out of me, while I was tryin’ to look for a paid dude to get at.

  After the small ordeal, I pulled out my money radar again, and walked up to the club entrance. I was surprised to be greeted by Brian, who I used to fuck back in the day. I hadn’t seen him since the night I pulled out my whips and chains.

  He shook his head at me as I approached him doin’ a sexy little dance. “Mya, you ain’t even in the club yet and you already starting trouble.”

  “So tell these clown ass niggahs out here to stop actin’ stupid and everything will be okay,” I replied.

  “What do you want? I know you ain’t tryin’ to get in?” he asked.

  I stood with my hands on my hips. “What do you think I’m tryin’ to do, Brian? I’m not standin’ out here for my fuckin’ health.”

  “I don’t know, Mya. You’re already causing a damn scene. Why can’t you be classy, like Diamond? I just let her in about an hour ago.”

  Even though Diamond was my girl, I didn’t appreciate anyone tellin’ me I needed to be more like her. “Listen, I’m gonna be me, so just deal with it.”

  Brian let out a slight laugh. “That’s
just it. I don’t wanna deal with that shit.”

  “Look, why do you have me standin’ out here like we don’t even know each other?” I asked. He was really startin’ to piss me off.

  “Cuz, you’re still hot-headed right now, and I need for you to calm down before you can even attempt to come up in here.”

  “Mutha-fucka, I am calm! You think I’m gonna let some clown ass niggah like that upset me,” I yelled. “Stop playin’ games and move the damn rope!”

  He sighed. “See, look at you. I don’t need any drama up in the club tonight. Go for a quick walk and cool off. Come back in a few minutes when you can control yourself.”

  “Brian, you actin’ like a real dick right now, but it’s cool. Fuck you and this club,” I snapped.

  “Your ass needs anger management classes or some shit,” he replied.

  I don’t need to be in some club to get money anyway. Besides, Diamond was already inside workin’ on a major deal. A deal that would have us set for a while. As I made my way back to my truck, my attention rested on a guy who had just stepped out of a silver CLS 500 Benz coupe with New York tags.

  I didn’t care for dudes from up north, especially New York, but I was willing to make an exception this time. I could smell money and a big dick a mile away, and I knew he had both talents. He was nice and chocolate like Morris Chestnut and wore a dark blue Yankees fitted hat that was cocked low over his eye He complemented his New York style with a blue and white Sean John button down shirt, baggy denim jeans, and some crisp white Nike Air Force Ones. My eyes were especially drawn to the lengthy diamond and platinum chain that draped down to his abs. He must’ve known that I was checkin’ him out and smiled as we made eye contact.

  “Yo, Ma let me holla at you for a minute,” he said, in his New York accent, soundin’ so sure of himself.

  I cut my eye at him trying to play hard to get.

  “Damn, luv…it ain’t gotta be hostile between us. I ain’t a jerk like that last niggah you cursed out. You know how to handle yourself and I like that,” he said.

  “You saw that?”

  “Yeah. I’ve been watching you since you first stepped out your whip. I even saw them niggahs that fronted on you at the door, but don’t sweat that shit. You’re too good for that club anyway,” he responded.

  I guess he thought that comment was gonna make me blush, but it wasn’t easy to flatter me. “Yeah whatever, enough with all the chit chat. Are you tryin’ to get at me or what? Cuz, I do like what I see,” I said, being straight forward.

  He smiled. “I like that, you’re raw, Ma. I’m definitely feelin’ that.” I slowly walked up to him so we could get a little closer. “So what’s your name, luv?” he asked.

  “Precious, and yours?” I never told a dude my real name, just in case he ended up being my next victim.

  “I’m Black.”

  “So Mr. Black, are you out here alone, or what?”

  “Nah, I’m wit’ my peoples, but they’re inside doin’ them. I needed a break, so I came out to my whip to smoke.”

  “You got another cigarette on you?”

  “Sure.” He reached into his half empty box of Newports and pulled one out.

  As he gave me a light, I took a long drag, which was badly needed and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the warm air. “So Black, what are you tryin’ to get into tonight?” I asked.

  “Whatever you wanna do, I’m down.”

  I took another pull from the cancer stick. “Is this you, or did you borrow it from someone?” I asked, gesturing toward his Benz.

  “Yeah, this me, Ma. Why, you wanna get out of here and go for a ride somewhere?”

  I let out a small grin. “That’ll work.” From the looks of things Black looked like a true hustler, so as usual I had probably hit the jackpot.

  As soon as I got in on the passenger side, I fell in love wit’ the way my skin felt against his plush leather seats. I gave Black a slight peep when my skirt rose up my thigh as I crossed my legs. He smiled. I knew the sight of my thick thighs made his dick jump.

  “So, what brings you down to the dirty south?” I asked, but not really caring.

  “I love this city, the ladies, the clubs and I get money down here too,” he said.

  I knew it. Am I good or what, I thought to myself. “Oh, an entrepreneur just like me. I’m always glad to see a brotha such as yourself tryin’ to get ahead.”

  “Yeah I gotta get that paper, luv,” he replied.

  So do I, Mr. Black.

  As he drove drown Peachtree Street, toward the direction of Buckhead, he blasted 50 Cent’s song, In Da Club. “You want it to be your birthday, boo,” I teased. I let my skirt rise a bit more, showin’ off more of my smooth sensual skin.

  “Ummm, you lookin’ good, Ma. I’m feelin’ you so much right now. What you workin’ with down there anyway?” he said hungrily.

  His attention went back and forth from the road to me. He licked his lips and placed his right hand closer to my thigh. I peeped the diamond pinky ring he had on and expressed a lustful smile toward his direction.

  “You want to see a sample,” I asked, uncrossin’ my legs. I spread my legs apart, and exposed my shaved goodies for Black to view. It was a good thing I had on my thongs that looked more like dental floss.

  “Damn, Precious you ‘bout to make a niggah wreck!” he said excitedly.

  I smiled. “Do they have pussy as good as this up in New York?” I moved my hand down to my throbbin’ pussy and began rubbin’ my clit before lettin’ out a wicked moan for his ears to enjoy. I could tell by the smile he gave me that he was extremely pleased.

  “Nah, girls in New York be frontin’. I come to ATL just for the women alone cuz y’all be doin’ it up with the hips and ass. I guess it’s from all that cornbread y’all be eatin’ and shit,” he joked.

  His hand was already situated on my thigh and as he continued to drive, he moved it up a little bit at a time. Soon, his hand rested in between my exposed thighs and he grabbed a handful of my pussy.

  “Shit, you’re so wet,” he said. He quickly inserted two fingers inside my nest and within seconds my juices poured out like an oil spill.

  “Mmmm, that feels good,” I cried out.

  I clamped my thighs around his hand, as he continued to finger me. I could tell he was tryin’ to maintain a suitable speed and grip the steering wheel with his other hand at the same time. I felt his fingers thrust in and out with force, and the more he pushed, the wetter my pussy got for him.

  “Yo, I’m ready to fuck,” he said, lookin’ like he couldn’t control himself any longer.

  “I bet you are,” I replied with a huge smile.

  I had the situation under my control, and my raw freakiness had him so mesmerized I knew I could get anything I wanted at this point. I learned at an early age, that pussy could make any niggah weak.

  The way he worked my walls with his fingers started to remind me of my crazy childhood. At the age of fifteen, I started to develop in all the right areas, and men definitely began to notice. Even my mother started to hate on me. It was probably because I had more of a body than she did. Whenever we went shopping, she would buy me loose fittin’ clothing so nothing would fit tight and draw any attention to me. I soon got tired of all the girls in the hood pickin’ on my lack of style, so whenever my mother went to work, I would take a pair of scissors to every piece of baggy clothing I had and altered them to fit me extremely tight. In time, whatever whack outfit my mother bought to hurt my sex appeal, I would change into my own sexy style. I was able to change a shapeless church dress into somethin’ so provocative that many of my friends started to notice and wanted me to transform their clothes as well. I even made Diamond a pair of jeans from my hood clothing line once.

  “Are you okay, Ma?” Black asked. I guess he could tell I was deep in thought, even though he never took his hand out my pussy.

  “Yeah, I’m good, baby. Don’t stop” I responded and quickly went back into my past.


  Soon I started trottin’ around the house in skimpy cut up boy shorts or jeans, and wearin’ shirts so revealing that sometimes a nipple would pop out for my mother, her boyfriend, Rodney or whoever was around at the time to witness. I liked teasin’ Rodney, and would let my skirt ride up my thigh a bit, while we sat on the couch watchin’ television. I would always catch him watchin’ me from the corner of my eye, so I knew he was no good.

  Rodney was a pervert, a horny mutha-fucka who would fuck anythin’ breathin’. I used to catch him starin’ at me with hunger in his eyes. Even though I was young and still considered a lil’ girl, in Rodney’s eyes he only saw a sexy girl in a woman’s body. When Rodney and my mother would wake me up in the middle of the night from fuckin’ I used to get so turned on. I would ease drop by puttin’ my ear to the bedroom door and began to wonder what dick felt like. Little did I know I would soon find out.

  My mother had a habit of leavin’ me home alone wit’ Rodney. She would be gone for hours at a time, leaving me with her man. I guess she trusted Rodney, and figured I was only a child and couldn’t do any harm to her relationship. But on one particular night, my mother left me at home wit’ Rodney, while she went out gamblin’ with her friends. However, that night proved to be a huge mistake on her part.

  Before that night, I had only messed around, and let a few boys touch my kitty kat, but I never took it to the extreme and had sex. Curiosity was getting the best of me, and even at a young age, I wanted to take it to the next level. That night wit’ Rodney, I was bored, and felt like fuckin’ with his head, so after walkin’ back and forth in front of him with my ass hangin’ out of my short jean skirt, it didn’t take long for Rodney to grab me and stick his tongue in my mouth. Before long, he had one of his hands inside my pussy and finger fucked me just like Black was doin’. Eventually, he unbuckled his pants and it was on from there. That night I lost my virginity to my mother’s boyfriend and loved every minute of it. He fucked me like a grown woman, and didn’t even bother to use a condom, but I didn’t give a fuck. I just wanted to know what dick felt like.