Between Sisters

by The Queen

  22

  Elaine

  Kelly and I decided to call Shawnee over and tell her everything. I couldn’t let on that the “play for pay” was a way of living for me, so I acted like it was a one-time favor to Renee.

  God knows it was a huge weight lifted off my shoulders to finally tell of the fiasco. I have done some low shit in my life, but I would have never intentionally had sex with my sister’s husband. I guess it is low as hell that I actually enjoyed it very much. That detail I’ll keep to myself, though. I also kept the anal sex part to myself when I heard Shawnee bitching about him not doing her, leaving her half done when they do fuck.

  After Kelly and I did all we could to console Shawnee, we plotted the destruction of both Renee and Robert. Since neither was aware of the knowledge we had, we were one up on them. Ironically, Renee hasn’t made one attempt to contact me since that night. She probably realized Robert used her ugly ass to have an opportunity to fuck me, and she damn sure wouldn’t want me to know that. She’s also probably wondering if I learned Robert’s identity after she left. She has to be wondering why I made no attempt to call her just the same.

  So the plot begins:

  I called Renee at work. I knew she’d answer.

  “Renee, we have a problem. I need to see you and your boyfriend,” I said.

  “Well, Elaine, this really isn’t a good time to get into this. I’m at work,” she responded uncomfortably.

  “Then, obviously, it must be very urgent if I’m calling you at work. You know I wouldn’t bother you at work.”

  “What is this all about? What’s so urgent?” she asked with irritation in her voice.

  “I need to see both of you. We could do the blindfold in the dark if you don’t want me to see him, but we all have to talk. ASAP!” I urged. “Tell me when we can meet.”

  “Well, I can’t do that, Elaine!” Renee answered, agitated. “I haven’t heard from the asshole since that night.” Her voice was indignant. “But, I’m sure that’s just how you wanted it.”

  “What?!” I gasped, but wasn’t really surprised. “Renee, what are you talking about? I wasn’t trying to interfere with your relationship. You’re the one who asked me for the ménage trios. I didn’t feel comfortable with the whole arrangement.”

  “What do you need to tell me? I’m working,” Renee snapped.

  “I need to find the guy, Renee. I’m pregnant. He didn’t use a condom,” I partially lied. “Could you at least have him call me? We need to talk about this. You know I’m against abortions.”

  “Elaine, what the fuck do you want from me? I told you I haven’t spoken to him. I saw him put on a condom before I left. If you allowed him to fuck you without a condom, then it sounds like your problem. Leave me the fuck out of your shit!” she yelled.

  I had to contain my laughter. I could just imagine everyone in her neighboring cubicles all in her business.

  “But, Renee,” I tried to sound as if I were crying, “please don’t do this to me and my baby. I am in this predicament because I was doing you a favor. I could find him myself if you both didn’t leave me blindfolded and tied up in a hotel room. I need you to get in touch with him and have him call me. I’m at home right now. Please, Renee. Otherwise, we could meet at a hotel or something.” I made sobbing noises.

  Thankfully, I had Kelly and Shawnee’s phone extension on mute, because they were cracking up at my performance.

  “Fine, Elaine. I’ll call him at work and have him call you. He’s probably going to block his number, so be sure to answer,” she conceded. “And one more thing, I’m sorry for dragging you and a helpless baby into this mess, but leave me the fuck alone from now on! I got a new man, and I ain’t got time for none of your shit.”

  Then she slammed down the phone’s receiver.

  “A new man? Doesn’t she have a lot of damn nerve? Now I guess we just wait,” I said to Shawnee and Kelly.

  “I would love to hear the conversation when she calls his ass. She’s probably going ballistic on him,” Kelly said.

  “Did he really fuck you without a condom?” Shawnee asked sadly, ignoring everything else.

  “He used a condom. I could hear when he was changing it. I could also feel it. Didn’t you hear Renee say she saw him put it on?”

  Again, I partially lied. I didn’t actually feel it, and I only heard him change it that one time. I also felt his hot volcanic explosion that had me tightly squeezing my legs for days after. I know for certain he didn’t have one on when I was sucking his dick. That’s too much information to give up to Shawnee, though.

  “What I want to know is how this ugly bitch got a new man already?” Kelly asked with attitude. “I mean, I just don’t get how niggas are lining up to fuck her ugly ass.”

  “I don’t know, but she never had a problem getting one. Most of them are cute. I’d look at them and wonder how myself. Leave it to her, she thinks her pussy is gold, and smart men know what’s good for them,” I answered.

  “Stop it! You both are making me sick. The thought of that bastard putting his little pecker inside of me after having been with that nasty bitch…” Shawnee said, disgusted.

  Hell, I enjoyed that little pecker myself. It ain’t always what they got, but how they use it. Then again, I’ve learned how to get off on some of my tricks with a dick no bigger than a pinky. Perhaps the skills don’t lie with the man, but with the woman.

  Ten minutes later, my phone was ringing. I decided to let the voicemail pick it up in hopes that he would be dumb enough to leave a message. He was.

  “Hi, Elaine,” he said in that nerdy-ass voice. “I just received a very vulgar message from your friend Renee on my voicemail. She said you were pregnant with my child. We need to discuss this because I am a happily married man, and I can’t have any illegitimate children. If it’s money that you need, then let me know. Under no circumstance can you have this baby. Name your price to make this happen. Please call me as soon as possible on my private phone…301-555-7080. I’ll be waiting for your call. Also, I want you to know that I’m very sorry this happened. I think you’re a very beautiful woman, and under different circumstances, I would love nothing more than to stay by your side and raise this child with you. But, that’s just not realistic. So, again, name your price. That’s about as fair as I can be to you at this time. You deserve much better. Believe it or not, I actually have feelings for you. Renee and I are no longer involved because of my feelings for you, but I guess none of that matters to you or the baby. I guess I should have been more careful. I also wish I didn’t have to blindfold you, because I would have loved to look into your beautiful eyes when I made love to you. It was love for me, but unfortunately, like I said before, I’m happily married and plan to stay that way.”

  I had to grab Shawnee, who was furiously in tears, when she was going to reach for the phone. I wanted him to keep digging his own grave.

  He continued. “I truly wish there were a way I could make love to you again, but that’s not possible without there being major complications. Do know, being with you was everything and more than what I’d hoped for. Again, call me so we can talk…301-555-7080. Talk to you soon,” he said, then hung up.

  Shawnee screamed out like someone was killing her. Kelly and I tried to console her. Thankfully, he mentioned the blindfold, because that helped my story.

  Shawnee went into the bathroom a sobbing fool.

  “Okay, time for the truth,” Kelly said to me as soon as Shawnee was securely in the bathroom.

  “Huh?” I was puzzled.

  “You did not feel a damn condom on his dick. You can tell that lie to Shawnee, but you’re not going to tell that lie to me,” she demanded quietly to keep Shawnee from hearing.

  “What was I going to say, Kelly? Do you think I wanted to tell anymore lies to Shawnee? You saw her. What should I have said to her?” I asked.

  “I guess you’re right, but you better hope she doesn’t figure it out as easily as I did. He damn near admitted
he didn’t use a condom in the message. If she listens a few more times, she’s going to pick up on it, Elaine,” Kelly warned.

  I just shook my head in disgust and started crying myself.

  “Tell that bastard you need fifteen thousand dollars to abort the baby,” Shawnee demanded when she came out of the bathroom looking like a wounded raccoon. “And don’t you dare tell me any more fucking lies! You knew damn well he wasn’t wearing a condom when you told me that bullshit lie.”

  All I could do was cringe. I expected her to jump on me at any second, but Kelly calmed her down.

  “Shawnee, Elaine was just trying to spare you further hurt. Don’t be angry at her. She was the victim here, as well,” Kelly reasoned.

  “I know. You’re right, but it hurts like hell!” Shawnee yelled, foaming at the mouth while she spoke. “How dare that sick bastard carry on about how happily married he is, but go on about how he made love to Elaine and wanted her so bad. BASTARD! I don’t even know that number he left,” she cried out.

  Now we were all crying.

  “I say go for twenty thousand, and slap him with divorce papers at the time of the payoff. Make sure that punk doesn’t get to leave with shit beyond the clothes on his back,” Kelly suggested.

  “I agree,” I added.

  When we composed ourselves, we put the plan into motion, and Robert went for it.

  23

  Shawnee

  This sneaky bastard has over seven million dollars in a secret bank account that I knew nothing about. On top of that, he has a few hundred thousand in four other accounts and more in an offshore account. I should take him for half of it all, but at this point, I just want him gone sooner than later. Fighting for his assets would only prolong a divorce. I understand that’s his money and he had a life before we hooked up, but I’m sure I’d be entitled to something for my aggravation. I wish I would have known this shit when I let Elaine tell him twenty thousand. I guess that was a drop in the fucking bucket for his sad ass.

  I was glad when my attorney said it wasn’t extortion since Robert was on tape saying he was willing to pay any price. It was decided the twenty thousand dollars would be punitive damages for Elaine since she too was victimized. The divorce papers I had drawn up states Robert will walk away with his personal assets, his car, and nothing more from our marriage. Unfortunately, I had those bitches drawn up before I knew about the millions. I should have just had his ass taken out and collected it all.

  My attorney also said Robert wouldn’t be able to prove my own indiscretions without Kelly. Furthermore, I have his entire confession on Elaine’s voicemail tape, along with the three copies made. Robert being caught on video making the payoff was the icing on the cake. He left another dumb-ass message on Elaine’s voicemail saying he was leaving the money in a mailbox at The UPS Store, with a pickup time, and this time, he added, “I love you,” before hanging up. He had the key sent to her store by messenger. His fool ass used the store next door to the building he works in. Elaine knows full well he works in that building. Then he was caught on camera spying on her as she made the pickup.

  With my divorce attorney, comes a damn good private investigator that also caught him soliciting prostitutes––common streetwalking bitches at that. On the voicemail for the number he left Elaine, his fool behind identifies himself as “Joe,” but the phone number is actually registered to him. Being the resourceful wife that I am, I was able to obtain a copy of the phone records for that phone. There were two numbers on there that were kind of frequent, and one of those had been listed on the records for at least six months. The others seem to be recent. Renee’s number didn’t pop up until July, which was after our night at the Megaplex. The bitch probably went skipping off to Robert to tell what she saw that night when Mandingo had his face between my legs.

  Ironically, Renee never got more than a Happy Meal or a Scooby snack from Robert. I guess his target was Elaine all along when he got involved with that bitch Renee, who still has something coming her way from me.

  Robert’s last night in my house went like this:

  It was the following Friday night after Elaine picked up her money. Elaine and Kelly were over while we packed all of Robert’s shit in boxes. Robert came strolling in as usual at 12:30 a.m., pretending to have been working so hard. I had Elaine and Kelly park their cars out of Robert’s view. When he brought his happy-go-lucky ass in the house, he spied the boxes.

  “Hey, what’s up with the boxes?” he asked with a stupid smile still on his face.

  “Oh, we’re just packing up some shit,” I answered.

  “We?”

  “Yeah, I had my sisters to come help me,” I answered as nicely as I could. “Come here. Join me on the sofa. I was watching this hilarious video. I would love for you to see it.” I patted the sofa beside me and hit the remote for the DVD player.

  He reluctantly came and sat next to me. “But I don’t understand. Why are your sisters upstairs packing stuff?”

  “Oh, don’t worry about them. They’re just packing stuff I don’t need in this house anymore. Come on and let’s watch,” I said.

  He jumped up immediately when he spotted himself watching Elaine make the pickup.

  “Oh, come and sit. It gets even better,” I teased.

  He wouldn’t sit. “I demand to know what’s going on, Shawnee,” he said, trying to sound tough.

  “If she doesn’t want to tell you, I’ll be glad to tell you, Robert,” Kelly chimed from behind, coming down the stairs with another box in tow. “You’re leaving, and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it.”

  “What? What is this all about?” he stuttered.

  “Why don’t we ask Elaine,” Kelly said. “Elaine! Could you come here for a minute? You shouldn’t be working too hard anyway. You might hurt the baby.” Kelly kept a straight face, looking Robert directly in the eye while she spoke as if she’d jump him any second.

  Elaine came downstairs carrying an envelope. She handed it to Robert.

  “What’s this? Why are you here?” Robert asked, terrified while taking the envelope. He tore into it and saw the divorce papers. “What? What is this?” he asked again.

  “Need a pen, motherfucker?” I asked.

  “Sister-fucker is more like it,” Elaine corrected.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied.

  “Kelly, give him the other envelope,” I directed Kelly.

  She picked up another envelope from the table and handed it to Robert. Again, he tore into the envelope. He saw ultrasound photos of a baby that had the name “Wiggins” typed on the side.

  “Oh my gosh. But you said you were going to abort the baby,” Robert said to Elaine. “I paid you what you wanted. Why are you doing this?”

  “You couldn’t pay me enough to make me kill any baby of mine, Robert,” Elaine said. “Just sign your damn divorce papers, take your shit, and be gone from our lives for good.”

  “Oh, and just so you know, Robert, I have cameras all around recording every bit of our conversations,” I lied. “Sign the papers, and this won’t have to get any uglier and embarrassing for us than it already is. I’m keeping this house and all the contents. You get to walk away with your personal assets, all of your hidden bank accounts, and your car, in addition to ‘Joe’s’ cell phone. If you want to drag this out, we’ll start exploring those other bank accounts that allow you to pay for your mistresses. Speaking of accounts, the joint accounts are empty and the credit cards are cancelled. So don’t even think about those. The way I see it, I was entitled to your portion of what you put in those accounts.”

  “Shawnee, you can’t do this. What about your affair? I forgave you,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “What affair? When did I have an affair, Robert?” I yelled.

  “Kelly knows. You had an affair, too,” he said, getting excited.

  “Don’t try to drag me into your mess. You’re sounding kind of desperate right now. Kelly don’t know nothing!
” Kelly said, looking up in the air, doing a ghetto-girl move.

  “I think he’s just trying to play for the camera right now. He’ll say anything,” Elaine added.

  “Robert, the more you open your mouth, the dumber you sound. Just sign the papers. This marriage is over. You fucked my sister blindfolded, and you left the whole damn confession on her voicemail while I listened to you. According to you, you made love to her. Then you didn’t have the decency to wear a condom. So what do you think, we’re going to work things out and raise your baby slash my niece or nephew? Even worse, you fucked that nasty, crusty-ass looking Renee. And damn streetwalkers, Robert?! How desperate could you have been? You are stupid! Sign the fucking papers and get the fuck out of my sight and life forever!” I screamed with tears now in my eyes.

  “What?!” he yelled, playing dumb. “But, Shawnee, this isn’t fair,” he pled.

  Right at that very moment, the 70-inch television screen showed Robert picking up two prostitutes from a street corner.

  “Oh yeah, let’s talk about fair,” I said, pointing to the television. “This would be you picking up two hookers off the street, which I believe is an actual crime. Isn’t it, Robert? You’re the lawyer, so you should know.”

  “And you know if he picked those prostitutes up, he does it all the time,” Kelly said, adding her two cents.

  “I’m sure the P.I. that I have following you probably has some more interesting footage from tonight to add to this video,” I warned.

  “That’s invasion of my privacy. How could you?” Robert dared to ask.

  “Oh, you’re a fucking lawyer. Go get a clue!” Elaine yelled. “How could you seriously think the way you violated me wasn’t an unwelcome invasion. You’re a sick puppy. Not to mention all the diseases you have exposed both me and my sister to with your lifestyle.”

  “Robert, I’m warning you. You need to hurry up and get out of here before I lose it,” I said, exhausted from the whole situation. “You know what? I’m going upstairs. There’s your shit that I’m allowing you to have, in the boxes. There are the divorce papers for you to sign without contest, and get the hell out of my five-bedroom house that I’m so thankful I have never bore any children with you in. Do note that I said ‘my house’ since I have that included in the papers. And if I come back down and don’t find signed papers, then we’ll get to the ugly part.”