Secrets of a Kept Chick Saga

by Ambria Davis

As we walked to the car, I spotted Jayden and some cute light-skinned dude I didn’t see earlier getting in an all-black Audi R8. I waved at him, and then we pulled off. Soon as we exited the parking lot, the police were turning down the street. Thank God we were leaving, because I wasn’t trying to go to jail over Kaylin’s dog ass. Fuck Kay, and I meant that shit. That nigga was dead to me.

  Kaylin

  Call me crazy, but I love the fuck out of Mimi. My girl is my heart. Without her, there’s no me. I just can’t seem to control the urge to fuck other bitches. Now, don’t get me wrong. I knew I was fucking up, especially when I’ve got a good girl on my side, but I’m a man, and I’m going to do what niggas do—period. Every time I cheat on my girl, though, that shit eats away at me. I love her li’l short ass to death, and I’d kill her before I let her leave me.

  You see, Mimi’s the type of chick you’d wife. She got her own money, two degrees in business, she knows how to cook, and she’s the perfect mother to my seeds. My girl is classy and beautiful, with the body of a goddess. So, yeah, I got a winner, but I also like to have my cake and eat it too. It doesn’t help that there’s countless chicks out there who be throwing themselves at me. Now, how could I deny all that?

  I’m a great looking dude, and I keep a neat and trimmed goatee. My girl makes sure my braids get done every week. I also got a gym in my house, so I keep my body in shape. Yeah, my life is good, and yet, I’m the one who’s fucking it up. Mimi and I got three kids together . . . my oldest daughter Kailay Janaé and my twin boys, Kaylon and Kayson. Kailay’s eight and super smart, with a head full of jet-black hair that stops in the middle of her back, and chocolate skin. She’s every bit of her mother, but she’s a daddy’s girl to the fullest. My twins, Kaylon and Kayson, are four years old and bad as hell, with light complexions and braids. My sons are every bit of me, but they’re hooked to their mother. That don’t mean that my kids are soft, though, because Mimi don’t play that that shit. Whatever Louisiana installed in her, she installed in our kids. She rarely shows her ugly side, and I’m glad, because she’s a force to be reckoned with.

  * * *

  Back in my hustling days, my best friend, Tyreek, and I got knocked, and we went to jail. When I was in the joint doing them three years, my girl went to school and worked, all while having a baby on her hip. She took care of me, made sure that I always had money on my books, and she visited regularly with my seed. Shit, by the time I was ready to come home, my girl was ’bout to walk across the stage to earn her associate’s degree in business. She didn’t stop there, though. She later went back to get her master’s.

  My woman’s smart and good. Truth be told, sometimes I think she’s too good for me, and I don’t deserve her love. I do what I do so I can feel better about myself. One thing, though, the bitches that I fuck with know that I could never be their man, but that doesn’t stop them from trying me. At times, all I could do was laugh to myself, because can’t none of them compete with Mimi. That’s why I have no idea how I got caught slipping. Her ass was supposed to be at the club that night. Oh, yeah, my girl owns a club called K3 and two hair salons. My bitch got her own paper. She ain’t just sitting around trying to spend my shit, and I love that about her. I’ve tried to get her to fall back, but once a chick goes independent, she ain’t turning back.

  Anyway, back to the issue at hand. I’d been busy all day, and I was tired. Since I was on the other side of town, I stopped to lay down by this chick named Jade’s house. I’ve been messing with Jade for about three months now, and she’s been the one cooking up my work. She’s just too damn needy for me, though. The broad forever got her hand out, and I sensed she was catching feelings. That’s why I really didn’t want to go over there. Besides being needy, she doesn’t know how to stay in her place. A side piece should stay a side piece and play their role. Now, she knew from the beginning that I had a woman, so I have no idea why she let herself catch feelings for me.

  * * *

  I called her number as I drove down the street, and, as usual, the bitch answered on the first ring.

  “What’s up, Daddy?” she answered the phone in a sexy voice.

  “What you got going on over there, ma?”

  “Nothing, really, I just got back home. What’s up?”

  “I’m about to pass through, I’m tired as hell. I need to get a li’l nap in. Been on the road all day yesterday and this morning,” I replied, as I pulled into her apartment complex.

  “How far are you? Because I ain’t cook nothing, but I could order takeout,” she asked, as I exited the car and walked up to her door.

  “Shit, I’m outside right now. Open up the door,” I said and hung the phone up.

  “Damn, I swear you took forever to open the door. What, you ain’t want to see me?” I asked, smiling at her.

  As I made my way into the living room, I noticed one of my young workers sitting on the sofa. I took a seat across from him, wondering all along what he was doing there.

  “What up, homie? What you doing over here?” I asked, looking at him.

  “’Sup, Kay? Shit, ain’t nothing. Just chilling with Jade,” he mumbled, looking from me to Jade.

  I couldn’t do nothing but shake my head at that ho. I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to wonder why she could never be my wifey.

  “Shit, I’m about to catch me some Zs. I’m dog tired and shit,” I said, stretching and yawning at the same time.

  “Oh, word? I’m about to leave,” he said, standing up and heading toward the door.

  “Don’t leave on my account. Y’all have fun,” I said, making my way to the guest room to get me some much-needed rest. I left they asses looking like two fools, right where they stood.

  You could never turn a ho into a housewife, and Jade was a prime example, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

  I was so tired, but I woke up with half my dick down Jade’s throat. I looked around to see that it was dark outside. A quick glance at the clock let me know that it was 9:15 p.m. Damn, I was really tired, but that head that I was getting gave me some kind of energy. This nasty bitch surely knew how to give some good-ass head. My dick was deep down her throat, and it was feeling too damn good.

  “Oh, shit,” I moaned.

  I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her mouth. All those slurping sounds were making me extra hot. I started pumping her face fast, because we’d already been at this shit for a good twenty minutes, and I needed to find my release fast.

  “Get up,” I told her as I stood up.

  She immediately put her face down and ass up, just like I liked it. That bitch was a freak, and she had some good pussy. I slid into her and started off slow. Her pussy was sloppy wet, and it made my dick extra hard.

  “Yes, Kay, give it to me like that,” she squealed as I started to roll my hips.

  “Fuck me, fuck meeeee,” she kept repeating.

  “Umm . . . Daddy, fuck me, fuck me,” she begged, and I did just that. I fucked that bitch like there was no tomorrow.

  She screamed out as she backed her ass up, which only made me fuck her harder. I reached rock-bottom in that pussy and fucked her like she stole something from me.

  “You like that, bitch?” I asked, as I long stroked her.

  “Yes, Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” she screamed.

  I love the way she called my name. It excited the fuck out of me.

  “You like this too? Take this dick, bitch,” I growled, slapping her on her ass.

  “Yes, Kaylin, I love it. Ohhhhhhhh, Daddy, I fucking love it. Give it to me, Daddy, fuck me oooooooh, just like that,” she groaned, throwing that shit back hard.

  “Ummm,” I moaned, feeling my nut coming along.

  “Yes, Daddy. Fuck me hard, just like that. Owww, don’t stop. I’m about to come, Daddy,” she moaned.

  “Me too,” I grunted, as I started pumping faster and faster. With each thrust, she forcefully threw that ass back. Soon after, I started releasing my seeds deep in her gut as she coated my
dick like a glazed donut.

  “Shit, I’m tired,” she replied. I remained silent as I left to go put the shower on. When I came back, she was still lying there, stuck.

  “Yo, I’m about to go take a shower,” I said, walking back into the room to retrieve my small overnight bag.

  “All right, you want something to eat?”

  “Nah, I’m going to get something on my way home,” I replied, and she sucked her teeth.

  I swear I hate when them bitches get like that. I just gave her some grade-A dick. What more did she want? I had to tend to wifey. She came first before all these hoes. I couldn’t leave my home lonely, or else I was going to find myself without a home. Period.

  I took a quick shower and got out. When I walked in the room, this bitch had my phone in her hand.

  “Yo, what the fuck?” I asked as I grabbed my phone out of her hand.

  “Who the fuck is Star?”

  “Why the fuck you looking through my phone, Jade?”

  I was so mad that I ain’t notice how fast I was putting my shit on. By the time I was finished, this bitch was sitting there looking stupid.

  “Nigga, who the fuck is Star? You going to see that bitch later on, huh?” she asked, putting her hand in my face.

  “Look, bitch, I ain’t going see no-fucking-body, and get your fucking hand outta my face,” I said through gritted teeth.

  “It’s bad enough that I got to share you with the black bitch. Now I got to share you with some bitch name Star too?” she said, as she backed up.

  “Bitch! What the fuck I told you about disrespecting my fucking woman, huh?” I asked, jumping in this ho’s face.

  “Nigga, fuck you and her. You think I give a fuck about her, because I’m telling you now that I sure fucking don’t. Talking ’bout disrespecting her—what you think you be doing when you fucking me, nigga, while she’s at home spending ya money and taking care of y’all bastards?”

  I looked at that bitch like she was crazy. I had to laugh to keep from hurting that crazy bitch. Did this ho just call my kids bastards? I could hurt her heart if I told her that my woman was her own boss and that she didn’t need my money, but this crazy bitch didn’t need to know everything.

  “Bitch, don’t worry about what the fuck I be doing to my woman. While you down here living like this, my woman lives in an upscale neighborhood. You live in an apartment, and she lives in a house. You roll around driving a Honda, while she’s pushing a Benz and an Aston Martin. She birthed three beautiful kids, while me and every other nigga made ya bitch ass have an abortion. My woman has two college degrees, and you’re a high school dropout. You’re right. I’m disrespecting her by fucking you, because all you are is a good fuck. I make love to my woman, the mother of my children, and my soon-to-be wife,” I spat at that bitch with venom.

  If looks could kill, that bitch would be dead right now. Yeah, I know I was a li’l harsh, but I had to let that ho know. Don’t anybody come before Mimi and my kids.

  I guess I caught her off guard because the bitch ain’t had shit to say.

  “Stop stepping on my fucking woman, bitch. You over there wishing that you were half the woman she is,” I continued, leaving her standing right where she was.

  I started to finish her off and say, “You gonna regret you said that, bitch,” but I didn’t have time for all of this shit right now. I walked out and hopped in my car and headed to my side of town.

  Before I could make it off of her block, she called me. I pressed the IGNORE button on that bitch. My phone was about to go dead, so I sent her a text and told her ass never to call or text me anymore. After that, I threw my phone in the seat next to me and turned up my music.

  * * *

  As I headed home, I got a call from Star, a chick I met a couple of weeks ago. Like most of the chicks I messed with, she was cute, but in no form, shape, or fashion could she hold a candle to Mimi. I met her at the mall one day, and I’ve been kicking it with her ever since.

  “Hello,” I answered.

  “What’s up, pimping? You still coming to see me tonight?” she asked.

  “Star, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to come through tonight. I just got back in town,” I said.

  My other line ended up beeping, indicating that a call was trying to come through. I took the phone away from my ear, to see that it was Mimi calling me. I let the call go to voice mail, thinking I was going to call her back once I was through with Star.

  “No, Papi, you said that you were going to come see me tonight. I ain’t seen you in two whole weeks. Don’t do me like that,” she whined, sounding like a big baby.

  “All right, but if I come, I can’t stay long,” I said, looking at my phone to see that it was almost 1:00 a.m.

  “All right, Papi,” she replied, sounding disappointed.

  Shit, I didn’t care if I didn’t get home soon. Mimi was gonna kill my ass anyway. Lately, I’d been giving these bitches too damn much of my time. That’s the reason why I was always going home in the wee hours of the morning.

  We hung up the phone, and I made my way to Star’s apartment. When I pulled up, she was waiting outside. Star was a five-foot-seven chick with a high-yellow complexion, a skinny body with a li’l booty, and some C-cups. Like I said, she couldn’t hold a candle to Mimi.

  “What’s up, ma?” I asked while giving her a hug.

  “Shit, I’m chilling. I been waiting on you,” she replied while hugging me back. “Come inside, I won’t bite ya.”

  Unlike Jade’s ass, Star had a real job, and her li’l crib was kinda laid out. Wasn’t all that, but it was enough for her, I guess.

  “You want to smoke this blunt with me?” she asked.

  She didn’t get to smoke often because of her job. So I joined in with her whenever she could.

  “Yeah, put a movie on too,” I replied, while she started to light the blunt. She ended up putting on Boyz n the Hood. I swear that’s my favorite fucking movie.

  Halfway through the movie, she tried to make a move, but I had to shut that shit down right quick. I had to go home to Mimi, and I was most definitely getting me some of her sweet nectar.

  “Well, let’s run to the gas station, so we could get us some Phillies and something to drink. My throat done got dry.” She stood up and waited for me to answer.

  “All right, come on let’s go,” I said and stood up.

  We walked to my car and got in. I know I’m from the A, but that dude Li’l Boosie be off the meter with his mix tapes. Mimi got me listening to him, but I was cool with it.

  I decided to take her to the gas station around my way. As I was driving, I noticed that my phone was almost dead. Shit, I knew Mimi had been calling me, but I’d forgotten my car charger in my truck. When I pulled up to the gas station, I noticed a bunch of people outside as I made my way into the store. I headed down the aisle to get a few things for Mimi, Star, and me.

  As I got to the counter, I heard a bunch of loud noises, but I didn’t pay it no mind. I was putting my things on the counter when the cashier pointed outside, which made me look. I saw some chicks out there fighting. I paid for my things and grabbed my bag.

  I walked outside, and I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes. I was shocked. Instead of some random chicks fighting, it was my girl and my side piece. I dropped everything I had in my hand and ran over to them. I swear Star looked a mess as I picked Mimi up.

  “What the fuck, Mimi?” I asked. I was mad as fuck to see my woman out here clowning like that.

  She totally went off on me about me not picking up my phone. She then charged at me, and the blows started raining all over me. I ain’t gon’ lie, my girl got a nice set of hands on her, and the shit was hurting. I had no choice but to defend myself.

  “Nigga, I know you ain’t just put your hands on me,” she said.

  “The fuck was I supposed to do? You shouldn’t have put your hands on me then,” I yelled, without thinking.

  “Pussy-ass nigga,” she said, trying to
charge at me again, only to be stopped by some fuck boy.

  The two of them had some words until I asked, “Who the fuck is this nigga?”

  “The fuck you tryin’a check me for, and I just caught ya doggish ass red-handed. Kiss my ass, ya lame-ass bitch,” she retorted, still trying to charge at me.

  Dude stopped her again, and then he said something to her. She looked at me and rolled her eyes, then looked back and him and nodded. After that, she walked off.

  I called out to her, but she kept on walking. That’s when I noticed Troy beating on Star. Shit, I should’ve known her ass would be here. They rarely went anywhere without each other.

  I watched my girl and her friend hop in the car. I thought it was safe, so I went to pick Star up off the ground. I looked back and noticed Mimi waving to somebody driving an all-black Audi R8. I looked closer; it was the same nigga who stopped her from attacking me.

  Who the fuck is this nigga? I thought as I pulled off just in time to go unnoticed by the police. Making my way toward Star’s house, we rode in silence. Being that I hated that silent shit, I turned my music up. Halfway through the ride, Star decided that she had something to say.

  “Really, Kay, that’s how you do?” she asked, staring at me.

  “What?” I asked, catching major attitude.

  “Man, you know what I’m talking about. How you just gon’ let your bitch and her friend jump me?” she asked, screaming and shit.

  I hated when a bitch can’t take her lick, and they start playing the “I got jumped” card. She knew that my woman ain’t jumped her ass.

  “What the fuck you want me to say?” I asked, pulling in front of her building.

  “I don’t know—sorry, I guess. You let that black bitch and her friend jump me and you ain’t going to say shit?” she spat, getting out of my car and slamming the door.

  I really didn’t give a fuck about her slamming the door. I hated when my pieces went to disrespecting wifey. I got out behind her to check that ass real quick.

  “Look, I admit that she was wrong, but you know they didn’t jump you. Everyone out there seen that shit, but check it out. You gon’ have to watch your mouth when speaking about my lady,” I warned as I walked behind her.