by Mazaradi Fox
“Damn, it’s 11 already?” DeMarco said, looking at his watch. “I’m tellin you, if she comes to work tomorrow, I’m gonna tell her about herself.”
DeMarco lay there silent. In his head he was working on his lines as if he was an actor preparing for a role. He knew he had to step to her correctly or he’d end up cleaning more shit. Wanting to be sure everybody was asleep, he planned to wait until around 2:30 before even thinking about pressing Mrs. B. He knew she was feeling him; that was a given. What he didn’t understand was why she was on him so hard. The time passed quickly and soon it was going on 1:30. To his surprise, Mrs. B seemed to have the same idea.
“I want to talk to you,” she said, shining her flashlight on him, then she turned and walked away, leaving the door open.
DeMarco slipped on a pair of sneakers and walked out of the room, not even thinking to put on a shirt. While coming down the hall he saw that Mrs. B wasn’t sitting at her desk. Turning the corner and heading up front, he noticed that the back door to the staff office was open. He went over and peeked his head in.
“Mrs. B,” he called in.
“Come in,” she said.
He walked into the office to find Mrs. B leaning against the table by the refrigerator.
“Wassup, Mrs. B?”
She walked over to where DeMarco was standing and closed the door.
“You know what I had to go through to keep you here, after the little stunt you and your boy pulled?” Mrs. B stared at him. “I’m so angry with your little ass, I just wanna punch you myself!”
“My fault, Mrs. B. I was just looking out for my boy,” DeMarco said, leaning up against the wall. “I wasn’t tryna cause you no trouble. And you keep callin me little but I keep tellin you ain’t nothin little about me.”
“We’ll see about that,” Mrs. B said as she cased the room.
Standing in front of him now, she stuck her hand down his shorts, grabbed his dick, and started rubbing it. Shocked at first, he just stood there. Then, coming out of his daze, he pulled Mrs. B into him and grabbed her ass.
“So far so good,” she said as she pulled his dick out. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around his dick, almost causing him to moan out loud as she slid him all the way down her throat.
“Damn,” he said, glancing down. He had to admit: the way she was looking at him while sucking his dick was driving him crazy. Getting up, Mrs. B took a few steps back and started stepping out of her clothes while keeping her eyes fixed on him.
“You sure you can handle this?” she asked. “This ain’t that little-girl pussy you used to.”
“And I ain’t them old-ass limp-dick niggas you used to,” he said with confidence, though in truth he was a little nervous.
He knew that whatever happened right now, he had to hold his own: no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Mrs. B stood butt-ass naked in front of him. His eyes roamed all over her body. She was thick as hell with all the right curves. She was right about one thing: she wasn’t like any young chick he’d ever had. She was all woman.
“Gotdamn, Mrs. B,” he said as he continued to stare at her. Even though he wasn’t really into mixed looking chicks, he had to admit Mrs. B had one of the best bodies he’d ever seen. “All that’s mine?”
“If you can handle it,” she said, smiling at him.
“Bend ova the table,” he instructed.
He walked up on her, sticking two fingers inside of her. She immediately moaned loudly. It was the confidence booster he needed as he grabbed her ponytail with one hand and used the other to aim his dick. Sliding up in her, he couldn’t hold his own moan in this time. She was super wet and tight as hell.
As he slowly moved in and out of her, Mrs. B looked over her shoulder and said, “If you can’t handle it, I’ll understand.”
Hearing her say that, all nervousness, fear, or whatever was holding him back evaporated. “Oh, I can handle it,” he said, and started digging deeper into her.
He had a point to prove now. He wanted to show her that he could not only handle her, but also be the best she’d ever had. He was stroking her up and down and from left to right. Every so often, he’d pull almost all the way out, then thrust into her harder. Her moans grew louder and louder.
“Lay down on the floor,” he said as he pulled out of her.
He was taking full control and she obeyed his every command. Getting down on the ground, he put a leg on each of his shoulders and slid back inside of her. He moved in and out of her slowly at first. He pushed her legs back as far as they could go, leading him into a push-up position.
“Give it to me hard,” she said.
That was all he needed to hear. He started pounding her pussy with force, causing her to yell out all kinds of sounds. That only made him go harder, and they went like that for the next forty-five minutes. They fucked in every possible position with her doing shit to him no chick had ever done.
“Damn, baby, yesssss, yessss, fuck me! Oh my god. Not right there! How you find that spot? Ohh, I’mmmmmm about to cummmmm!” she yelled out.
Those words made him bust inside of her. He fell on top of her, both of them breathing heavily. He rolled onto his back and was shocked when she took him into her mouth again.
“Just wanna make sure I got it all,” she said.
His mind was blown, but he wasn’t sprung. This encounter with Mrs. B was necessary if he was going to get out of there before his full sentence was served.
* * *
For the next couple of days, Mrs. B worked the graveyard shift, 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. Once everyone was asleep, she would get him from his room and they would fuck like rabbits.
“I think I’m falling in love with ya young ass,” Mrs. B said one night as they lay catching their breath.
“Nah, you don’t love me, you just love the pipe game,” DeMarco replied, rubbing on her titties.
“Yeah, I love that part too,” Mrs. B said, and straddled him. “But I am really falling for you.” She was rubbing her pussy on his shaft to get his dick hard again. She was ready for round two.
Sliding down on his dick, Mrs. B planned on going until they couldn’t anymore—this was her last overnight shift for the next two months.
* * *
With each passing day, DeMarco grew more tired of the detention center. He was suffering from a severe case of cabin fever. He hadn’t figured out how he could escape, but it was all he could think about. There was nothing more important to him than returning to the streets. This stay was supposed to rehabilitate him, but it was doing the complete opposite: it would only make him hit the streets even harder than before.
* * *
“Man, I’m tired of this fuckin place,” Lil’ Nicky said as he and DeMarco worked out.
“So bounce then,” DeMarco responded, laughing, and walked out of the room.
“If you’re going outside, go now,” Mrs. B said when she noticed him in the hall.
“I’ll pass, Mrs. B. I’m chillin inside today,” he replied. “I got a couple letters to write that I shoulda written already.”
About fifteen minutes later, Mrs. B was calling DeMarco’s name.
“Ayo, wassup, Mrs. B?” DeMarco said, sticking his head out the door.
She waved him down the hall and DeMarco went to see what she wanted. After a few minutes of talking with her, DeMarco returned to his room.
“Ayo, Lil’ Nicky,” DeMarco said, “you my man, right? I can trust you?”
Sitting up in his bed, Lil’ Nicky looked at DeMarco like he was crazy. “Of course you can trust me. Wassup?”
“I’m about to do something and I need you to hold me down,” DeMarco said.
“Man, I got you.”
“A’ight, I need you to go stand in the rec room and watch out for everybody outside,” DeMarco said. “If you see anybody about to come inside, make mad noise.”
“When?”
“Right now!”
“So you ain’t gon’ tell me what the hell is happenin?”
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“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” DeMarco laughed.
Lil’ Nicky shook his head as he headed over to the rec room. DeMarco followed him closely. A few seconds later, he slid through the back door to the staff office where Mrs. B waited for him. When she saw him, she pulled down her sweatpants and bent over right in the middle of the office.
“Now get on ya hands and knees,” DeMarco said. Mrs. B did as told.
Kneeling behind her, DeMarco knew they didn’t have much time, but he had to lick her pretty-ass pussy real quick; he just couldn’t help it. After a few minutes of pleasing her with his tongue, DeMarco slid inside of her from behind, loving the way her pussy gripped his dick.
“What the fuck?” Lil’ Nicky said as he heard moans coming from the staff office. He went around to the door to see what the hell was going on and noticed that it was open a little. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing when he pushed the door a bit. DeMarco was blowing Mrs. B’s back out in the doggy-style position. Creeping away from the door, he returned to the rec room smiling.
I knew that nigga was fucking Mrs. B! Lil’ Nicky thought to himself as he continued to play lookout.
CHAPTER THREE
“Ayo, Lil’ Nicky. You sleep over there?” DeMarco asked.
“No, I’m tryna figure out why the fuck you sittin up at 12:30 at night dressed in all black,” Lil’ Nicky said as he sat up.
DeMarco had been planning this night for the last two weeks. At first he didn’t know if Mrs. B would do it or not, but he tried his hand with her anyway, and to his surprise she said yes. The plan was for Mrs. B to leave the door unlocked when she finished her shift at 11. She really didn’t want him to leave, but he promised her he’d call her as soon as he was free and he vowed to keep her name out of it.
“Nigga, I’m about to bounce. That’s why I’m dressed in all black,” DeMarco said, glancing at his watch.
“I don’t know how you gonna do that with all the doors locked,” Lil’ Nicky replied.
“Man, fuck all that shit, you stayin or you goin? It’s up to you.” DeMarco got up and began pacing the room. “I’ll tell you this: once that phone rings, I’m gone.”
Lil’ Nicky was surprised. He wasn’t prepared to make a run for it. He wondered if DeMarco had thought everything out carefully because he wasn’t trying to do any more time than he had to. After a few seconds of contemplating, Nicky decided that he wasn’t about to be left behind. He jumped out of the bed, grabbed the darkest clothes he had, and pulled them on along with his black Nikes.
“Nigga, you know I’m in,” Lil’ Nicky said just as they heard the phone ring.
DeMarco peeked out of the door and saw the guard get up to answer the call. “Let’s go,” he said. He didn’t know how long the guard was going to stay on the phone, so they had to move quickly. Once the two of them were outside that door, they were going to run like their lives depended on it—because it did. Moving up the hallway, DeMarco put his hand on the doorknob to open it when he heard someone yell, “What the hell are y’all doing over there?”
DeMarco shoved the door open and took flight with Lil’ Nicky right behind him.
“He’s calling it in!” Lil’ Nicky yelled.
“So what? Fuck ’em. They gotta catch us now!” DeMarco said as they flew by the intake office, making their way out of the building.
“Once we hit these woods, they won’t be able to drive and see us!” DeMarco said loud enough, so Lil’ Nicky could hear him.
“Man, you hear all them cop cars already?” Lil’ Nicky was scared shitless. In a million years he would’ve never had the guts to escape on his own.
“Yeah, I hear it, nigga; just keep moving. We gotta make it to the other side of the road.” DeMarco kneeled down with Lil’ Nicky between some bushes.
“Let’s make it then,” Lil’ Nicky replied, and they got ready to jump.
DeMarco took a deep breath and said, “A’ight, let’s move.”
As they came out of the bushes and hit the road, a cop car appeared out of nowhere, almost swiping them.
Errrrrrrr! was all that was heard as they hit the other side of the street and headed into the woods..
“Damn, it feels like we’ve been running for months,” Lil’ Nicky said when they cut through a cluster of trees and noticed some bright lights.
Finally, DeMarco spotted the Mobil gas station that Mrs. B told him to be on the lookout for. He was trying to figure out how the fuck they could make it across the road without being run over. Just then, a jeep pulled up to the gas station and parked beside the pump closest to the road. A woman exited the vehicle and left it empty with the engine running while she went inside. DeMarco saw this as their chance.
“Come on!” he barked, and flew across the road, making his way to the jeep while watching the gas station doors. He was about to pull open the driver’s-side door when the woman walked out. “Fuck!” He played it off and walked past the jeep as if he was going into the gas station, then headed back over to Lil’ Nicky. A couple of minutes later a black Ford truck drove up into the same spot the woman had just pulled out of. Leaving his truck running, the driver went into the store, and DeMarco made his move again.
“Get in!” DeMarco called out as he jumped in the truck. DeMarco pulled away before Lil’ Nicky could even close the door.
DeMarco knew how to drive, but with his adrenaline pumping, he was swerving in and out of lanes. Lil’ Nicky was so scared he asked him to slow down a few times.
Eventually Lil’ Nicky dozed off while DeMarco rapped along with the songs that played on the radio. After a couple hours of driving, they began to see signs indicating they were approaching New York City. DeMarco felt relieved to be so close to home. As he pulled up to a tollbooth, nervousness set in. He hadn’t thought that they needed money to get into the city. They couldn’t risk going through without paying and getting pulled over by the cops.
“Nicky, get up! We gotta figure out how we gonna pay for this toll.”
Lil’ Nicky jolted awake in a state of confusion. “What’s goin on?”
“Man, look and see if he left any money layin around in here,” DeMarco said.
Lil’ Nicky, now focused, went through the glove box and every other place he could think to look. He didn’t find even a penny. Not knowing where else to search, DeMarco pulled out the ashtray in frustration and saw that it was full of quarters.
“Got it!” He let out a sigh of relief.
The relief was short-lived when he rolled up to the tollbooth.
“Ticket,” the chick at the window said.
Fuck, DeMarco thought. “Gimme a second,” he said, and began to look around for a ticket he knew he didn’t have.
Nicky joined in too, acting like he was searching as well. The woman was visibly annoyed as a line of cars formed behind them.
“What if I can’t find it?” DeMarco asked. “I must’ve threw it out by accident at the rest stop.”
“Then you gotta pay from the free spot,” she replied with an attitude.
“A’ight then, how much is that?”
“$6.80,” she said.
Under any other circumstance he would’ve cursed her out for her tone, but he was trying to stay under the radar. He looked over at Nicky who was counting out the change from the ashtray.
“Got it!” Lil’ Nicky said.
DeMarco was able to relax again and take a deep breath. He quickly passed her the change and pulled off smiling as they headed toward Grand Central. “Home sweet home!” he yelled.
* * *
Turning onto Merrick Boulevard, DeMarco could tell that not much had changed. He drove up the block slowly, looking around, and all he could do was smile.
“Ayo, look, Lil’ Nicky, I know you wanna go holla at ya peoples, so let’s get a few dollars and I’ll leave you with the whip,” he said as he pulled over. “You can drive it if you want, but remember, it’s hot . . . A’ight? I’ll be right back.”
Lil’
Nicky slid into the driver’s seat and waited.
About five minutes later, DeMarco came back and got into the truck.
“A’ight, Lil’ Nicky, here’s my number and five. Call me when you reach ya hood. Be safe, man, and dump this whip the first chance you get.” DeMarco reached over to give him dap.
“I got you. Thanks, man, I appreciate it. You be safe too, a’ight?”
DeMarco watched as Lil’ Nicky pulled off.
“Coolest white boy I know,” he said aloud as he turned and walked away. “I’m back, bitches!” he yelled with a devilish grin.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Boy, stop standing around looking like you lost,” DeMarco’s Aunt V. said.
“Auntie, it just feels so good to be back home,” DeMarco responded with a smile.
“Um huh, I still don’t see why them people let you go early and didn’t call to tell nobody.”
“I told you, they took time off because I was bein good.”
Aunt V. shook her head, knowing damn well he was lying; she’d let him think she was oblivious for the time being. “Boy, get in here so you can eat,” she said, walking back into the house.
“A’ight,” he replied before taking a quick look at his surroundings once more. Being on the run had him checking his back every other minute—he was betting that they wouldn’t look for him at his aunt’s place.
After he ate, DeMarco realized just how exhausted he was. He felt beat now that all the adrenaline had worn off. He went into one of the extra rooms and dropped back on the bed. As soon as he got comfortable, he fell right out, not even remembering to call Mrs. B like he told her he would.
* * *
“Damn, boy, you must’ve been tired; you slept all day and night,” Aunt V. said the next morning.
“I did? Yesterday was a long day for me.” DeMarco took a seat at the kitchen table as his aunt stood at the sink washing dishes.
“Nice to see you home, nigga,” his cousin Money greeted, walking into the kitchen.
“Nigga, it’s nice to be home,” DeMarco said, smiling.
“Well, you know we got some catchin up to do. I’ma get up wit you though. I gotta make a couple of moves,” Money said, and turned to leave.