Stud Princess, Notorious Vendettas

by N'Tyse

  “Now?” Rene asked. She reached for her jeans, which were hanging off the arm of the only chair in their room, but as soon as she did, Sand was taking them out of her hands. “Thought you said you wanted me to get ready?”

  “I do,” Sand said, pulling her by the waist. “After this.” She slid Rene’s sherbet orange thong down slow and easy, caressing her ass along the way. She unwrapped them from around her ankles and tossed them onto the bed.

  “What are you doing?” Before Rene knew it, her feet were no longer touching the floor. She held on as tight as she could as Sand lifted her up on her chest. Both of her legs dangled over Sand’s shoulders until her round ample flesh soon found its way in the warmth of her girlfriend’s mouth. She let out a sensual moan. It felt so good having Sand so close to her body, touching her, squeezing her, making her this hot. This wet. The cool breeze slithering up and down her spine rushed to her lower end and between her cheeks as Sand sucked the softness out of her nipples.

  “Oh yes ...” Rene cried out as the heat simmering between them began moving further below her waist. She couldn’t resist what she felt and she wanted it more than anything in the world. Her pussy was throbbing in agreement and screamed for its lover’s comeback as Sand laid her on her back. Rene began rolling her fingers over what used to be a head full of natural brown hair. She invited her lover inside of her, every bit of her that wanted to be there until Sand’s tongue began playing along the edge of her clit. Rene grabbed for her own breasts that were pouncing up and down while Sand’s tongue maneuvered its way to the middle, the bottom, and then the ceiling of her pussy. She spread her legs even wider, calling out Sand’s name over and over.

  Sand took two of her fingers and slid them inside of Rene’s crying pussy. She stroked and tongued her in one sweet rhythm. Rene let out a moan as she bucked her hips, throwing it all in Sand’s face. Sand brought her dripping fingers to Rene’s lips and she took them both into her mouth, enjoying every second of it. Rene tasted her own essence and it reminded her of the sweetest coconut milk.

  Sand took off her shirt and laid on her back, giving Rene the liberty to saddle up. She grabbed one of the very many pillows then placed it behind her head.

  “Ummm,” Rene moaned, knowing what time it was. She didn’t hesitate as she climbed over Sand’s body, straddling her face. Her swelling lips brushed against Sand’s chin before Sand could even open her mouth to take it there.

  “That’s it. Keep it there,” Rene panted. “Oh God, it’s coming, it’s coming,” she cheered on, until finally, a gush of juices emitted from between her legs and down her lover’s throat.

  Ty woke to the smell of bacon, eggs, fried chicken, cheese grits, and homemade buttermilk waffles. She was so happy to be home again, in her own room, her own bed. She tossed the covers back and dragged both feet to the side of the bed. She felt like she had to piss a river as she made her way to her personal bathroom which was connected to her room. She was starting to feel like her old self again. She leaned into the vanity mirror and saw how her scars were darker and more noticeable than they had been two nights ago. Her eye was so swollen she could barely see out of it and her lip looked like somebody took a chunk out of it. She turned away, not wanting to see herself in such fucked up shape. Ty knew that she would never be the same again after living in Chyna’s house. But if she hadn’t learned anything else, she learned that the streets loved no one. She slipped off her PJs then stepped into the shower. She buried her head under the warm stream. This was one time she honestly believed that all the bad she’d ever done, was being washed away.

  Illusion could smell Trent’s mother’s entire kitchen from the doorstep. She was hesitant about getting out of the car, and now that she had, she started to turn back around, unsure as to why she was even there.

  “Where you going?” Trent asked, grabbing Illusion by her elbow.

  “I can’t. If she sees me with you, she’s gon’ freak out,” Illusion explained. “I can’t go in there.”

  “Look. If it wasn’t for you, no telling how out of my mind I might be right now. So regardless, you here, with me, and we going in. Together, a’ight?”

  Illusion wasn’t feeling it at all. Maybe Trent didn’t know how crazy his sister really was.

  “Now, when my mom called me, I told her how you and I both had a long-ass night. Knowing my moms, she probably already cooked up enough food for all of Dallas. So you telling me you gon’ let all that good food in there go to waste?”

  Illusion took a deep breath.

  Trent pulled her closer to him, taking her chin in his hand. “I told you, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I got you. But you have to trust me.”

  Illusion couldn’t resist Trent’s smile, his touch. “So now you my bodyguard?” she smiled.

  “Yeah. I’m yo’ bodyguard,” he laughed, flexing his muscles.

  Illusion couldn’t stop laughing. She had told Trent all about the altercation Ty and her had, and he seemed to be understanding that it was only a disagreement that got out of hand. “Okay, but if she even attempts to come at me, I’m out,” Illusion said. “I refuse to be disrespected and I’m not going to bring drama into your mother’s house.”

  “Understood. I can live with that.” Trent began pushing open the door. He led Illusion through the house by the hand.

  Illusion got a glimpse of the framed portraits that hung throughout on a designated half and half brown and sage painted wall. The few pictures that decorated the mantle also caught her eye. She saw both Trent and Ty when they were much younger, some including them together, others with them hogging the camera alone.

  “Ma, where you at?” Trent called out to his mother.

  “I’m in here, son.”

  Trent headed for the kitchen. His mother was removing oven mitts from her hands when he walked in. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheeks. “Mama, this Illeshia, an old friend of Tylesha’s,” he fibbed.

  “How you doing, ma’am? You have a beautiful home,” Illusion expressed, extending her hand.

  “Why thank you. It didn’t come by easy, I can tell you that,” Trent’s mother smiled. “Well y’all go on and wash up. I know you have to be starving by now. I’ll put your plates out on the table for ya because I need to be getting ready for church. Sister Hal will be here any minute now to pick me up.”

  “All right, mama,” Trent said, leaning in to kiss his mother again.

  “Your sister back there freshening up,” his mother volunteered. “She should be out any minute now. She been in there four hours already,” she exaggerated. “Might need to go in there after her.” She turned to Illusion. “And nice meeting you, young lady. I appreciate you helping my son out like you’ve done.”

  “It was my pleasure, Mrs.—”

  “Just call me Jackie, baby.”

  Illusion appreciated their mother’s kindness and hospitality. “Thanks, Jackie.”

  Trent showed Illusion down the hall and to the bathroom. When Illusion came back out, he couldn’t help stopping just to stare at her. She was gorgeous and the more time he spent with her, the closer he got to her. He wanted to know everything there was to know about the woman behind the mask. He wanted to know Illeshia better.

  As Ty put on her clothes, she could hear faint voices coming from the living room. It sounded like her mother’s close friend, church buddy, and Avon sales rep., Sister Hal. They would alternate Sunday’s driving to church, so this Sunday had to be hers. Ty thought about staying in the room until they left, but it seemed that as the thought entered her brain, Sister Hal and her mom were walking into her room.

  “There she is! Give your auntie some sugar, baby,” Sister Hal said, limping over to Ty.

  Ty frowned her nose up at the terrible brand of perfume and slobber that she could feel on her face.

  “Boy, don’t we have some catchin’ up to do?” Sister Hal smiled, overlooking the cuts and bruises on Ty’s face just like Jackie asked her to do. Jackie had begged Ty to le
t her take her to the hospital this morning but she refused. So she left it alone. She was just thankful enough to have her baby back home.

  Ty nodded her head, smiling at Sister Hal.

  “Let’s go, Sister. We don’t want to be late. You know we have to get there early if we want a good seat,” Ty’s mother said. She could read the transparent expression on her daughter’s face. “Well, I’m gon’ see you after church,” Sister Hal told Ty. “Okay,” Ty answered back, not looking forward to it.

  Ty’s mother took one last peek inside her room. “Your brother is here,” she smiled. “I know you two have a lot of catching up to do so I’ll see you when church lets out.”

  “Okay mama,” Ty said before her mother closed the door.

  Ty couldn’t wait to see Trent. She finished playing in her hair, threw on her footies, and hurried toward the kitchen. When Ty hit the corner she spotted her brother right away.

  Trent looked up.

  Illusion looked up and was caught by surprise at Ty’s overnight transformation. Her spiked hair was now straightened. Her makeup all gone. Even the clothes she wore made her look different from the Ty she remembered.

  Ty’s face said more than what her mouth could let out. It was like someone was strangling her to death. She scanned the room, looking for Chyna. Her body tensed up and her breathing became labored as she stared Illusion up and down.

  Trent rose from his seat. “What’s up, baby sis,” he attempted.

  As far as Ty was concerned, Trent was nowhere in the room. It was just her and Illusion.

  “Tylesha,” Trent said louder.

  Illusion pushed her chair away from her plate. “Trent, I better go.”

  “Yeah bitch, you better raise the fuck up outta here!”

  “No. You’re here with me,” Trent said, trying to stop her.

  Ty dragged her eyes to her brother’s. “Why did you bring her here? You don’t know shit about her!” she shot. She watched Illusion get up from the table and make her way to the door. “That’s right, get the hell outta my house!” Ty hollered. “My brother doesn’t fuck with tramp bitches like you! You’re way out of his league, ho!”

  Trent shook his sister. “Tylesha! Stop it. Now you don’t know shit about what she’s been through these last couple of days. And while you were running around, damn near about to give mama a heart attack, she was helping me look for your ass. Now she didn’t have to do that!”

  “And I didn’t ask her to!”

  “No, but I did! You think I could just sit back and watch my mama cry day and night over you? Not eating. Not sleeping. What the hell is wrong with you? Huh?”

  Ty remained quiet, her eyes beginning to fill with water. “Do you see what she did to me!” she screamed. “She ain’t right for you.”

  Trent didn’t want to hear it. “Tylesha, let me worry about that. That’s my business right there,” he said, pointing the other way.

  Ty rolled her eyes and for once, she didn’t say another word thereafter.

  Trent brought himself to calm down. “Look,” her brother said, “my main concern is you Tylesha. I’m just glad you’re home safe and sound. Now you don’t have to talk to me right this second, but when you are ready, I’ll be here to listen.” Trent wasn’t going to pressure Ty. He wanted her to come around on her own time. Regardless of how much he already knew from lllusion, he wanted to hear it in Ty’s own words. “Can big brother get a hug?”

  Ty chuckled before giving her brother a hug. She wiped her eyes.

  “Now come on around here and get you some of this good cooking.”

  Ty walked around the table and reluctantly took a seat. “Now, I’m gon’ go check on her.”

  Ty didn’t look up from her plate, but as she stared at her breakfast, she grew sick in the stomach. Food was the last thing on her mind now.

  Trent opened the door and stepped out onto the front porch. He looked around but it was too late. She was already gone. “

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  22

  ’ight, my nigga! Call me if you need anything else. You know I got you, dawg,” Sand’s stud brother and best friend Finesse, told her as they gave each other dap.

  “Bet that. But I think I’m good to go now,” Sand said,

  checking herself over.

  Finesse owned and managed her own hip-hop clothing store.

  She was Sand’s primary source for all the latest hook-ups. She

  tightened her dawg up and now she was fresher than fresh in

  a brown and ivory long-sleeved Ed Hardy sweater and heavily

  starched jeans. She finished off the outfit with a pair of white and

  brown Bathing Apes.

  Sand waited until Finesse pulled off before she took the key

  to Deja’s house out of her pocket. She pondered over what she

  was going to say, telling herself that whatever she came up with

  wasn’t going to change anything because after today, Deja would

  hate her for the rest of her natural born life.

  As she made her way to the porch, she looked over her

  shoulder. Her car was in the same spot, parked beside Deja’s.

  She took a deep breath. She wondered if she should use the key

  again like she had yesterday when she came back to secure the

  other $250,000.00 of Chyna’s money. She wanted it somewhere

  safe, and Deja’s place was the only spot that came to mind. So as Ty waited in the car, marveling over every single house that was extravagantly lit and decorated in tradition of Christmas, she went in, hid the money and left. Now she had come to retrieve

  both the money and her car.

  She pressed the doorbell, hoping Deja would answer on the

  first ring. When she didn’t, she pressed it again.

  “Gimme a second,” Deja called out. She muted her television

  before going to the door, cat in hand. As she got a glimpse of who

  it was, she began punching her security code into the keypad to

  deactivate the alarm. She eased the door open. “Good morning,” she

  said. Her greeting was formal, distant, and compared to the other

  times, weak.

  The moment Deja’s body was in full view, Sand wanted to close

  her eyes and wish that the woman didn’t look, smell, and taste like she

  remembered. “Can I come in real quick?” she managed to ask. Deja hesitated. “I, um, don’t see why not.” She opened the

  door wider and made room for Sand to step inside. She tried her

  hardest to hide her frustration that was still lingering in every

  crease of her skin. She hadn’t forgotten the very reason she was

  up all night, worrying sick, wishing, hoping and praying that

  Sand was all right. And there was no show, no call, nothing to

  relieve her of that worry. But here she was, perfectly fine and still

  breathing like she prayed she would be.

  As Sand made her way into the house, she acknowledged

  Whiskers by rubbing the top of his head. He purred, stretching

  his arms out to play. Sand didn’t know why, but part of her felt

  happy to see Deja while the other part of her wished she was still

  back at the room with Rene. That was why she had to make this

  quick. She had promised Rene that she wouldn’t be gone long,

  giving her enough time to recuperate from the rendezvous that

  had taken place earlier. In her mind, she held on to that promise. “Well, first, I just want you to know that I appreciate

  everything you’ve done for me these past few months. Because

  you didn’t have to,” Sand started.

  Deja just looked Sand in her hazel brown eyes as she lowered

  Whiskers to the floor. She approached Sand closer, wanting her

  to feel the pain she was feeling at that very moment. And before

  Deja
knew it, her right hand was giving her the freedom to

  deliver that message.

  Sand didn’t even bother to pamper the sting that had the

  entire left side of her face spasming. “I deserved that,” she told

  Deja, watching the tears in her eyes fall all at once. “This ain’t

  easy for me either,” she assured her. “But I can’t keep leading you

  on like this. You deserve more than that, and I—”

  “Stop!” Deja said, cutting her off. “I get it, okay. I’m a big girl.”

  She tried laughing back her tears. “It doesn’t take all of that for me

  to understand what you’re trying to tell me.” She held her head up,

  swallowing the jittery feeling she felt whisking in her throat. “I’ve

  always gotten it. And still I’m always the one looking stupid in the

  end,” she mumbled disgustingly at herself. “I knew what I was up

  against,” she admitted shamefully. “And I blame myself, Sand, not

  you. I shouldn’t have gotten caught up in it from the start.” Sand searched her heart for something to say but came up

  short. “Deja, please,” she pleaded. “It’s not you.”

  “Yes, it is. Tell me how it can’t be. I open my heart. I give, I

  …” she stopped. She looked deeply into Sand’s eyes. “You know

  what,” she exhaled, “you don’t owe me a damn thing.” She shook

  her head in defeat. How could she lead herself back down this

  path? She felt so stupid.

  “Deja, come on now.” Sand tried to grab her hand, but she

  pulled it away.

  “Don’t!”

  Shocked by her tone, Sand gave her space. After two full minutes of

  awkward silence, Sand opened her mouth to say something. “I dropped

  something off last night. I’ll just get it and be out your way.” Deja was turned completely around. She couldn’t bear to

  look at Sand without feeling like her heart was being yanked out

  and set on fire. Somehow she thought Sand would be different,