Treacherous had only seen one picture of his mother in his life, an old one that his father kept in his wallet, but as he looked around, he could see no one in the club whose beauty could compare to hers, not even one of the numerous women his dad brought home. His mother was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his thirteen years of living. Every year, since his birth, Rich and Treacherous visited Teresa’s grave on Treacherous’s birthday.
Rich guided Treacherous to the bar. He ordered two double shots of Hennessy cognac and two Guinness beers. Treacherous thought that to be a lot of alcohol for his father. Only when Rich slid one of the double shots and beer over in his direction did Treacherous discover one order was for him.
“Drink that, it’ll put hair on your chest,” Rich said with his signature grin as the bartender matched Rich’s smile.
Treacherous hesitated before grabbing the glass as all eyes were on him. He no longer felt like a young boy in an adult setting, but rather a young man. Treacherous had never drunk before in his life, but knew he had to drink what sat in front of him. If he refused, his father would be disappointed, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He grabbed the glass and put it up to his face. The aroma of the cognac had a strong but smooth smell to it. He parted his lips and began to drink as the onlookers watched him in amazement.
Treacherous’s eyes instantly began to water. The Hennessy scorched his throat as it went down, setting his insides on fire. Knowing what was taking place, Rich told him to chase it with the Guinness. Treacherous grabbed the cold beer. The Guinness was bitter but did the job, soothing the flames in his throat and the pit of his stomach. It was as though he had just drank a glass of rocks mixed with dirt. Rich smiled again at his son. He knew what he was thinking because Guinness was an acquired taste. As Treacherous put the beer down he noticed Rich motioning to one of the exotic dancers to come to where he sat. She had been dancing on the pole behind the bar the whole time they had been up there. She was about five feet seven, petite, brown-skinned with large breasts for her little frame, and she was fairly cute. As she stepped down from the stage, Treacherous sat there staring at her, mesmerized. The closer she came, the wider Treacherous’s eyes became. It was as if her body was like a 3-D movie to Treacherous, only this was real life, he knew. Treacherous didn’t realize the drinks had instantly taken effect on him. By now the girl stood behind the bar in front of Rich and Treacherous with her breasts revealing their bareness. Treacherous’s thirteen-year-old young manhood began to stiffen at the sight.
“Hey, Rich,” she shouted over the music
“What’s up, Diamond?”
“Who’s the little man you got with you, with his fine self?” she asked.
“My son,” Rich announced proudly.
“Your son?” She seemed surprised. As many times as she had gone to Rich’s place, she never knew he had a child. Though their relationship was strictly sexual and business, she couldn’t believe she had never seen or heard anything indicating Rich had a kid.
“Yeah, my son. Today is his birthday, and I want you to give him a lap dance,” Rich said all in one breath.
Diamond smiled, causing Treacherous to smile, although he had no idea what a lap dance was.
“Okay,” Diamond replied without hesitation. The bar had been slow all day and she could really use the money, she thought. Especially since Rich was such a good tipper.
“How old is he?” she asked
“Thirteen.”
Diamond frowned. She thought Treacherous was a little older. She played him for fifteen at the least, which was the youngest she had ever performed for.
“You sure you want me to give him a lap dance?”
“What I ask you for?” Rich snapped.
“Okay, Rich. Dag, you aint gotta get all like that, I’ll do it.”
“That’s my girl,” Rich calmly stated. “Charlie, get Diamond whatever she’s drinkin’.”
“You got it, Gunz,” the bartender retorted. “What’cha having, beautiful?” he then directed to Diamond.
“Lemme get a double tequila.”
Diamond held her drink up to Rich and threw it back. The bitter taste of the tequila burned slow as it traveled down her throat. That was her fourth double of the night, but she had become immune to the strong drink. It was only when she came to the bar club that she drank hard-core liquor to take the edge off. Just as the drink, Diamond had become fully immune to her profession.
Treacherous didn’t know what was going on. He was too busy enjoying the feeling of the intoxicants, caught up in the rapture of Al Green’s lyrics, which filled the hole-in-the-wall juke joint. Rich laughed as he got his son’s attention.
“Come on, let’s go over here,” he said, pointing to the table in the corner. When Treacherous got up off the stool he slightly stumbled and staggered as he followed behind his father.
“Easy, champ,” said Rich as he helped his son catch his balance. They both walked to the table, and Diamond came shortly after. This time she stood right in front of Treach and he looked up at her.
“Happy Birthday, little man,” she said as she straddled him. Treacherous didn’t know what to do. He had no clue as to why this woman had just climbed on top of him. When he looked at his father, Rich only gave him an approving smile. That assured Treacherous that all was well. After all, his dad never steered him wrong. Diamond began to slow grind her hips and pelvis into Treacherous. His erection grew under her, and she began focusing on that specific spot as she buried his face into her voluptuous breasts. She was only eighteen, a baby herself, so her body was still intact. Treacherous took in the scent of the girl’s cheap perfume combined with perspiration. He could not breathe. Rich sipped on his drink as Treacherous received his lap dance from Diamond.
Diamond worked her body with skill to the rhythm of the music that filled the air. Diamond decided to give Treacherous a lap dance that he would never forget. She wanted to add a little something extra to her routine. With Treacherous turning the age of thirteen she felt that this should be a memorable moment for him. Diamond reflected back to the time when she herself was turning thirteen, still young and innocent, until she was deprived of that innocence by one of her mother’s lovers. Diamond shook off the thought as she rode Treacherous with one hand around his neck, while she unbuttoned his pants with the other. Treacherous was too caught up in the mood to even notice. Between the alcohol and the fact that he had a grown woman on top of him, he was in heaven at that moment.
It wasn’t until he felt something warm on his young manhood that he became alarmed. Diamond slid her hand inside of Treacherous’s pants and found his penis. She was surprised to discover that it was not as small as she had thought it to be, but then again, being who his father was, she should have figured as much. She began to massage his not-yet manhood, and felt the pre-cum on the tip of his head.
Treacherous was moaning and squirming from the feeling that Diamond’s hand was causing him. He had never felt this way before in his life. He wasn’t aware that it even existed. After getting him nice and erect, Diamond leaned in and kissed Treacherous on the lips, forcing her tongue in his mouth, parting his lips. This was Treacherous’s first kiss. He had no idea what he was doing. Diamond’s tongue tasted a combination of sweet and salty, thought Treacherous, as he tried to follow her lead and return her kiss, but was thrown off by the heat and wetness on his penis. His male member felt like it had whenever he sat in a tub of hot bathwater, but better.
Diamond slid her G-string to the side and straddled Treacherous’s penis, taking him inside of her. Rich was watching what was taking place and said nothing. He knew that it was time for his son to become a man and he wanted to be there when it happened. By now Treacherous realized what was taking place and tried to relax, but he couldn’t. The motion of Diamond’s hips was so powerful that he tried to meet her thrust for thrust just so she wouldn’t drown him in her small ocean.
“You like this, sugah?” Diamond purred as she gyrated
her hips into Treacherous.
“Uh- huh,” Treacherous answered as he continued to keep up with Diamond’s pace.
Diamond couldn’t believe that she was actually getting pleasure from a thirteen-year-old. Each time she grinded a certain way Treacherous would be there to meet her with his penis brushing up against her clit occasionally, sending her into orbit. She climaxed twice while riding him.
She was actually enjoying the ordeal but now it was time to end. Diamond wrapped her arms around Treacherous’s neck and began to ride him like a wild stallion, causing him to lose control. This was her specialty. She had put the same move on many men on many of nights when she was trying to make a fast dollar. Treacherous wasn’t ready for this part of the game. He layed back, powerless, while Diamond did what she did best. As he sat there, a funny feeling came over Treacherous. He began to tense up and jerk as his left leg cramped up. He grabbed Diamond’s waist, trying to get her to cease because he thought she was hurting him. Diamond thought she was hurting him and began to slow her pace, but then realized what was going on and stopped. Mission accomplished. Treacherous buried his face in her chest and held her as his clear fluids poured into her. When she thought he was done, she got up slowly.
“Happy Birthday, little man,” she said, kissing Treacherous on the cheek. “And thank you.” Treacherous had no idea why, but Rich knew. He saw in Diamond’s face that she had reached an orgasm, if not more. Rich gave Diamond a hundred dollars and took his son home for the night.
Chapter Four
“Mr. Robinson I’m sorry to have called you in today. I’m sure you are a very busy man, but here at MAAP Elementary we take these matters very seriously and fighting will not be tolerated at our school,” the principal expressed to Rich.
Rich really had no patience with the white woman, nor did he want to be sitting there listening to her reprimand him about his son as though he was a mere schoolkid. His first instinct was to pull out one of the two guns he had on him and shove it in the principal’s mouth to get her to shut up, but he knew that wouldn’t be the appropriate thing to do, not while he was trying to be a respectable parent in front of his son, so he set his street mentality aside and tried to use a much more effective approach when dealing with the woman, not aggressive but assertive.
“Listen, Ms. Chambers, I understand what you are saying and I agree, but my kid is not no bad kid and he don’t just go around jumping on other people’s kids, so before you start talking about what you will and won’t tolerate in your school, you need to get all the facts to a situation instead of just blaming my boy, making him out to be some type of bully or something. My son is a humble boy and he is will behaved. He has home training and he has discipline, so tell me, Ms. Chambers, what was the reason for my son and the other boy fighting in the first place, and why are only me and my son the only ones in your office and the other child and his parents aren’t?”
The white principal’s face became red as Rich talked. She had never been talked to like that in her life by any other parent in her whole seventeen years as a principal, and she resented the fact that this man sat before her questioning her as if she were on trial. She had never dealt with such a disgruntled parent as Rich. She was determined not to back down. It was apparent to her where Treacherous got his temper from.
“Mr. Robinson, first of all, why two kids were fighting is not the issue here, because in case you aren’t aware, children fight over some meaningless things. But if you want to know,” she continued in a dry tone, “it’s been confirmed by several other students that your son threw the first punch and the other boy never hit back. For your information, the other child and his parents are in the school’s infirmary because your son caused the other student’s nose to bleed. He also has a black-and-blue right eye, and he knocked one of the boy’s front teeth out. Now I don’t know what type of guerilla-warfare tactics you have been teaching him at home, but like I said before, that will not be tolerated in this school and this is no place for such behavior. Now, I don’t know whether the little boy’s parents will pursue this and press charges, but I suggest you be prepared. You say that your son—”
Rich quickly interrupted her. “You don’t know nothing about my son, lady. Yeah, kids do fight for dumb shit, but not my kid. He knows better, but if he did, then I’m going to deal with him. It may not mean nothing to you, but it does to me.”
Treacherous sat there listening the whole time as his father verbally reprimanded his principal.
“Treach.”
“Huh?”
“You know I don’t tolerate lying, right?”
“I know, Dad,” Treacherous replied, looking his father straight in the eyes.
“So what happened?”
“I was outside on the yard at lunchtime just hanging by myself when these three boys stepped to me and started talking mess to me.”
“Like what?”
“They started saying that I’m retarded, that’s why I ain’t got no friends and stuff like that.”
“And what did you say?”
“I just said I ain’t retarded and I don’t need no friends.”
“Then what?”
“Then one of the boys got all up in my face and said I was a punk, and I said I ain’t no punk, you a punk, then he said your mother a punk, B-I-T-C-H,” Treacherous spelled out, knowing better than to use the word. “And that’s when I hit him.”
After hearing the story, Rich felt his son’s actions were justifiable and he supported him 100 percent. Rich redirected his attention to the principal.
“Maybe not in your book, but in mine, my son did what he was supposed to do, Ms. Chambers, whether you or the board of education or whoever like it or not. I don’t know if you are aware, but my son’s mother is deceased. She passed away while giving birth to Treacherous. Now, I don’t know where you come from, but where we come from if you talk about or disrespect someone’s mother then you in violation and subjected to anything. Whether you tell me that you agree or not I know you do, especially being a woman, and seeing as though you have two sons of your own in that picture right there. Can you imagine how my son felt hearing that?”
Ms. Chambers would never admit to it, but she now understood Treacherous’s violent attack on the student, but instead of condoning Rich’s son’s actions, she tried to deal with the situation according to her position. “I understand you being upset, and hearing this makes a world of difference. Treacherous, if you just tell me the other two boys’ names I will deal with them appropriately because they had no right talking about you like that.”
“Whoa! Whoa,” interjected Rich. “My son ain’t no snitch. He told me why he fought because his father asked him, but he ain’t here to get nobody in trouble. What’s done is done, that’s it. Whatever you do from here on out that’s on you, but you ain’t getting no help on this end, lady.”
“Mr. Robinson, what type of examples are you setting for your son? What are you raising him to become? He’s a child, not a—”
Again Rich cut her off, reaching his breaking point.
“Bitch, who you think you talking to like that? I let you talk slick since I been in your funky-ass office, but all that shit is dead. You can’t tell me shit about me and mine. However I choose to raise my son is my muthafuckin’ business. Everybody don’t live in a big house with a white picket muthafuckin’ fence happily ever after. I come from the real world. Don’t try to sit here with all that righteous bullshit. You don’t know me, and you can’t judge me. Only God can do that. Matter of fact, I’m taking my son up out this soft brainwashing-ass school. Get me my son’s records right now before I tear this muthafucka up,” he demanded. By now the principal had practically wet her pants out of fear of Rich’s behavior.
She didn’t respond. Instead, the principal went to the file cabinet, pulled Treacherous’s school records out, and gave them to Rich, who then got up. Treacherous followed his father, neither of the two looking back. Treacherous was honored to have a father l
ike Rich, who had his back no matter what.
As they walked out of the principal’s office together, as soon as the door closed Ms. Chambers sat in her chair with her beet-red face in her hands and began to cry. She had never been so afraid in her life. She didn’t come from that type of background and couldn’t understand why Treacherous’s father was so hostile. She was tempted to call the authorities but thought better of it. Ms. Chambers did not want to risk Rich coming back at a later date. As Rich and Treacherous walked through the door, all of the school faculty and students who were outside the office stared at them in silence. They all had heard how Rich had spoken to their principal, setting her straight the way they wished they had the heart to do. Some of the adults nodded to Rich, while some of the students said good-bye to Treacherous. By the time they had left the building and exited on Rich’s motorcycle, it was all over school how Treacherous’s dad regulated principal Chambers and told her how his son did the right thing by beating up the duke of the school. Treacherous hadn’t been aware of the kid being the duke until Rich transferred him to the roughest school in Portsmouth: Churchland Elementary. What he didn’t know was that Treacherous’s reputation followed him from MAAP. The whole school had already formulated an opinion about him. Some of them feared him, while all respected him. They knew the reputation of the other kid and knew that if Treacherous could take someone like him then he was not to be reckoned with.
Chapter Five
Treacherous had just graduated elementary with the intention of going to Churchland Junior High, but Rich informed him they would be moving out of the projects into a home in Portsmouth and he’d be attending W.E. Water, which was an all-black school and not too far from where they were moving. Although Treacherous still had no friends, he had grown fond of the projects where he had been raised. He had gotten used to walking home from school, seeing the local hustlers out selling their drugs or stomping somebody out around there who tried to leave a dice game with the winnings. At night he would hear gunshots going off because Tidewater Park projects would be beefing with the Diggs Park projects, which was right across from the Tidewater and was just as thorough.
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