A Pimp In Pumps

by Nika Michelle

  “Oh yeah. I’m havin’ a good time. Thank you again for everything. It ain’t every day that a nigga turns thirty. Especially not in my line of business.”

  That sent a chill up my spine. His bad boy ways had always been a turn on, but I had decided to take what I thought was the “safe route” by marrying Kamal. Then I played it safe by having a nine to five. The way both situations played out taught me to take risks. What appeared to be safe sometimes wasn’t, so why not take chances.

  “Well, you don’t look like your age, or what you’ve been through.”

  Serg laughed. “What you sayin’ beautiful?”

  I grinned. “C’mon Serg. You know you’re fine as hell.”

  He rubbed his clean shaven chin and narrowed his eyes at me. “You really think so?”

  All I could do was shake my head and laugh too. “Stop shoppin’ for compliments.”

  Passing the blunt back to me, he was suddenly looking serious. “Look Sasha, I ain’t gon’ keep on pretendin’ like I don’t see what’s in front of me. You on your grown woman shit and to be honest, I was just waitin’ for that nigga Kamal to move out the way, so I can move in.”

  Damn, I had to hit the blunt after that. What the fuck was he saying? My heart was beating against my ribcage like a drum. I was wondering if he could hear that shit over the loud music.

  “Uh…”

  Serg cut me off. “We been spendin’ a lot of time together lately and…well, I gotta admit that I’m feelin’ you ma.”

  It was true. Over the past few months we were spending a lot of time together, but it was for business purposes. Yeah, we had fun and we seemed to vibe, but I didn’t want to cause any problems with Cherie. Of course I wanted Serg. Shit, he was looking so damn tasty at the moment. However, it would be a big conflict of interest if I was fucked around with him.

  “I’m not ready for…I mean; I’m attracted to you. Shit, I have been forever, but…”

  “I already know you need time and I’ll give you that. In the meantime, I just want to put in my bid. I’m tryna be first in line. A nigga’ll be stupid to let you pass me by. Straight the fuck up. I’m just bein’ a real nigga. No disrespect to you, or my sister.”

  Damn, he was really putting me on the spot and I was actually getting wet as hell thinking about spending the night with him. He wasn’t just some dude though, so could I really just have a physical relationship with him? What if I didn’t know how to separate the physical from the emotional? What if he didn’t? He was a street nigga, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t capable of falling in love.

  “So, putting in your bid…What does that mean?” I already knew, but I wanted to hear him say it.

  Damnit, I hoped he wasn’t just letting the alcohol talk. What if he forgot everything that he was saying the next day? There was no way that I could take him seriously. I’d been hurt enough in my life, so I had to protect my heart.

  “You know what it means. Fuck wit’ a real nigga ma. We’ll talk about it later yo’. My sister’s comin’.”

  When I looked Cherie was approaching us. I’d been so lost in his eyes and the view of the city that I didn’t even see her at first. My body tingled with the thought of being with Serg. He was the man and from what I knew, he was selective about who he fucked with. That said a lot about him. Hoes threw the ass at him, but he didn’t seem to be impressed.

  I remembered him saying before that he was tired of fucking bitches who didn’t mean shit to him and wanted to settle down with the right woman. Was he throwing me hints then? Hmmm. Now that I was single, it was only one way to find out. Then I thought about Cherie. Would she be mad if I went there with her brother?

  “You havin’ fun bro?” Cherie asked when she closed the distance between us.

  “Yeah,” he said with a nod as he gulped his Corona. “Best birthday party ever sis. Thanks again yo’.”

  “Anything for you.” She looked over at me. “You good Sash.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good and fucked up.”

  We all laughed.

  Serg’s boys walked up talking about the naked chicks in the Jacuzzis. Eventually they pulled him away and I was left there to wonder if he’d be taking one of those hoes home for the night. He was probably just talking, but that was hard to believe. Why would he do that knowing that I was his sister’s friend and the two of us were cool too? Would he want to ruin our friendship like that? Why complicate things?

  “You sure you’re okay boo?” Cherie’s voice cut through my thoughts.

  “Yeah.” I gave her the blunt, which had gone out.

  She relit it and took a long pull. “That was that nigga Leon talkin’ ‘bout he tryna eat some pussy tonight.”

  I’d met Leon, but Cherie wasn’t serious about him. He was a dark skinned, sexy ass personal trainer who worked at LA Fitness. He’d trained Cherie and of course they’d started fucking. She said she couldn’t deal with him on a serious level, because it was his MO to fuck his clients.

  “Girl, you know you love that dick,” I teased her.

  “I ain’t gon’ lie. It’s good as hell and he be gobbling the pussy up like it’s a Thanksgiving feast.” She pretended to shiver.

  I couldn’t help but trip out. “You cray as hell, for real bitch.”

  She checked the time on her phone like she was ready to go.

  “It’s almost over. Like thirty more minutes. Good thing they got a clean-up crew. They gon’ come pick up the Jacuzzis first thing in the morning, so everything’s good. The party was a success.”

  Cherie nodded in agreement as she sent somebody a text. I assumed it was Leon.

  “I owe you a few thousand…”

  “Nah, you don’t owe me shit. I enjoyed planning the party. I’m good with finances now boo. No worries. You already paid for all this.”

  She looked at me with wrinkles in her forehead. “You sure? You know it’s no problem.”

  “I’m positive. If you want to you can go ahead and leave. I’m sure Serg will understand.” My eyes drifted over to him.

  He was standing there talking to some chick who had her huge boobs hanging out.

  “Yeah,” she agreed. “Looks like he’s tryna get him some tonight too.”

  We hugged and when she pulled away she said, “Well, thank you for everything boo love. I’m ‘bout to go say bye to Serg.”

  I nodded. “Okay hon. Just make sure that nigga Leon wraps that dick up.”

  She laughed. “You already know I’on play them games, drunk or not.”

  Cherie walked off and my eyes followed her. I watched as she said something to Serg and then they hugged before taking a selfie. It was a good thing that we had taken plenty of pictures. Suddenly I noticed that Serg’s eyes were on me. When Cherie finally left, he dismissed old girl and walked back over to me. I was surprised to say the least.

  “Damn, I can’t keep my eyes off you,” he said breathlessly as he stood in front of.

  Blushing wasn’t normally my thing, but I could feel my skin flush. “There are plenty of women here that…”

  “I’on want them. I want you.” He was so close to me that I could feel his warm breath on my skin.

  All of a sudden I felt dizzy and I needed to sit down.

  “You okay?” He grabbed my hand as I staggered a little on my way to an empty bar stool.

  “Yeah, just a little bit too much to drink I think.”

  He looked at me to make sure and then nodded as I sat down.

  “Okay. I rode here with one of my boys, so if you need me to, I can drive your car. I wanna make sure you get home safely.”

  Was that really all he wanted?

  “Then how you gon’ get home?” I asked testing him.

  “I’ll call Uber ma. Nothing to me.”

  “Or a bitch to come pick you up?”

  “I’ll never call a bitch over to your house when I’m tryna be yo’ nigga. What you sound like?”

  “You tryna be my nigga? What if I don’t want no n
igga?”

  “It’s just a matter of time then.” He stood right there in front of me like he wasn’t planning on leaving.

  We ended laughing and talking until the party finally wrapped up. There was a chemistry between us that neither of us seemed to be able to defy. It was definitely not something that either of us could control.

  Chapter 11

  While making sure that everything was in order, the cleaning crew assured me that they had it all under control. After I counted the money from the door and the bar, it took at least another hour to pay everybody. By the time I was about to leave it was four thirty-five and I had sobered up.

  “You still need that ride home?” Serg asked as he approached me from behind. “I was waitin’ for you.”

  I was surprised that he had stuck around, but I appreciated it. “No, I think I can drive now.”

  It came out of my mouth, but I was thinking something totally different.

  He cleared his throat. “My boys left me. I told them I had a ride.”

  The sly grin that he wore after that made my heart melt. “Okay. Do you want me to drop you off?” I asked as we left the venue.

  “No, I told you I’m takin’ you home, so I’m takin’ you home,” he said sternly.

  Valet had parked my ride, so we talked while we waited.

  “What are your intentions Serg? I admitted that I’m attracted to you, and the fact that I’m skeptical to jump into any type of relationship right now. Then add the fact that my closest friend is your sister. If you want me to go along with it, you have to show me that it’s worth it.”

  He cleared his throat and gazed into my eyes. “Oh, believe me, I can show you that it’s worth it shawty, and I will.”

  Something told me that he was referring to his sexual power, but I was thinking deeper than that.

  “You talkin’ bout sex?” I asked looking straight ahead.

  The valet attendant parked my Range in front of us and we climbed in. That’s when he finally answered my question.

  “I’m talkin’ ‘bout sex, stability, love, respect, loyalty. I’m talkin’ the whole nine. All the shit you missed out on in your relationship wit’ that lame ass thief.”

  That time I looked at him and he kept talking. “Remember that night at the graduation party when I told Kamal I needed to talk to him?”

  “Yeah.” I cleared my throat.

  “Well, you know he was sellin’ coke for me right?”

  “Coke?” I had no clue about that. “He told me that he only sold a little weed.”

  “Well, how you think he got that ring for you? A lil’ weed wasn’t gonna pay for that shit.” After clearing his throat, he continued. “He was short by a couple thousand dollars. That lil’ nigga claimed that he had to pay some bills for his moms and shit. I told him I needed my fuckin’ money and he kinda tried to use you as a barter.”

  “A barter?” I wasn’t dumb, I knew what bartering was, but the thought shocked me.

  “Yeah, he was like, yo’ you can fuck my girl and we’ll call it even. I was like hell nah, that nigga must’ve been crazy as fuck to think I’d do that shit to you.”

  I swallowed hard. “Why are you just tellin’ me this now?”

  “Shit, I knew how much you loved him and I ain’t wanna fuck up your happily ever after. All I did was tell that nigga that if he ever disrespected you like that again, I’d make sure he stopped

  breathin’. You the only reason I let him stay alive yo’. Straight like that.”

  “Wow. If you’d told me, it would’ve saved me a lot of heart ache and pain.” I took in a deep breath, letting what he told me sink in.

  “I should’ve told you, but he breeched the contract that we made that night.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “He disrespected you again, so it’s only right I make that nigga stop breathin’.”

  So now my pops and Serg wanted to kill Kamal. That made chills travel over my boy and I wanted Serg even more.

  By the time he pulled up to my crib, I had to let him know what I really wanted.

  “Fuck it. You don’t have to go home. Spend the night with me.” Pushing Cherie out of my mind, I decided to put myself first for once.

  His eyes were smoldering hot as he stared me down. “You sure?”

  I nodded and leaned over to kiss him.

  “Mmm,” he moaned into my mouth as our tongues intertwined in a feverish dance.

  Before I knew it we were both out of the car and literally jogging to the front door as we groped each other. A bitch was too damn horny and I was kind of afraid that I’d fuck Serg to death. The thought made me giggle.

  “What’s funny?” He asked as I unlocked the door.

  “Nothing,” I told him, getting serious again.

  Once we were over the threshold and the door was closed behind us, he started to undress me. As my clothes fell piece by piece, I led him to the bathroom. His eyes were glued to my body as the dim light from the hallway bathroom illuminated our path.

  “Damn, you sexy as fuck,” he breathed as he grabbed my face and kissed me deeply again.

  “Thank you handsome,” I whispered.

  When I was butt naked, laying on the bed waiting for him, he started to undress. I simply stared in awe as each article of clothing that he had on hit the floor. His body was amazing. All I wanted to do was reach out and touch him and I did. As my hands felt his wide, defined chest, my body shivered. The man I’d wanted most of my life was really there with me, in my room naked.

  He leaned over me and covered my body with warm, wet kisses from my head to my feet. As he took each of my toes into his mouth and sucked gently, I felt a tingling sensation travel up to my pussy. Not only was I wet, but I was flowing like a river.

  “Mmm, you are so beautiful Sasha. Any man would be a fool to leave you.”

  I didn’t want to think about Kamal in the midst of such passion, but his compliment still sent shivers up my spine. When his tongue made a warm, wet trail up my thigh and then found its way to my arousal, I held my breath. It had been so damn long and it felt soooooo good to feel his mouth on me.

  Clutching the back of his head, I couldn’t help but open my legs wider to receive more of the delicious pleasure he was putting down on me.

  “Ahhh…Serg…shit…yessss!” When I closed my eyes hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

  His fingers were inside of me as he licked and sucked my clit like a pro. He was doing all types of tongue tricks that had me writhing and squirming all over the silk sheets. The sound of his slurps were loud and deliberate as he devoured his feast like it was his last meal.

  “Mmm, you taste…mmm…so…mmm…fuckin’ good…” Between each word there was sucking and licking and smacking and it was over for me. Damnit, I couldn’t take it anymore.

  As I gyrated and grinded, literally fucking his face, he held on to my ass cheeks and pulled me into his mouth.

  “Ohhhh….fuck…Serg…” My eyes were wide open as I watched him please me.

  Damn, he was putting it down. He held my clit between his thick lips and flicked his tongue over it quickly. After that he started sucking again and pulling my clit gently with his lips. Oh, I was loving it.

  “Damn, you eatin’ my pussy like you love me Serg…fuck…”

  His eyes were on mine and I stared down at him intensely as I watched my clit become even more engorged in his mouth.

  “I do love you…” Merely a whisper, I still heard his words loud and clear.

  “Damn…I’m cumin…ahhh…ohhh…mmm.” My body shook and convulsed like it was the first time I’d had an orgasm in my life.

  Serg continued to watch me as he worked his fingers against my G-spot, making me cum again and again. His lips were still wrapped around my clit and he had no mercy.

  When he was finally done, he leaned over to cover my lips with his glistening ones. As his tongue met mine, I couldn’t help but enjoy the flavor of my own essence. We held on to each other, kissing
like we were long lost lovers who had just found one another. In a way it was kind of like that.

  “You have the prettiest, fattest, meatiest pussy I’ve ever seen ma. I enjoyed that shit,” he said as he stood up to get a condom from his jean pocket.

  I crawled to the edge of the bed and reached out for him.

  “Let me taste you,” I said in a soft, sexy voice.

  He turned around with a sly grin on his face. I loved his straight, white teeth. “I damn sure won’t be turnin’ you down.”

  As he stood there, I dropped down to my knees and went in on that thick, long ass dick. It had to be close to ten inches when he was hard. I had to pull out some of the tricks I’d picked up from the girls and that nigga’s hand was on the back of my neck.

  “Arrrggghhh…fuck…you suckin’ the hell outta that shit…” He stared down at me in amazement. “Damn, shawty…mmm…mmm…mmm. You gon’ have me fucked up.”

  I stared right back at him like, ‘Hell yeah nigga and can’t nah bitch suck this shit like me.’

  Spit was everywhere, because I was giving him that sloppy, deep throat action. Next thing I knew, that nigga’s nut was spewing into my mouth. It wasn’t my thing to swallow, so I quickly made my way to the restroom to spit out his babies. Maybe once we were official, I’d take that step. I put some Listerine in my mouth, gargled, rinsed and made my way back to him.

  He was stroking his dick, trying to keep it rock hard. My heart was beating erratically because I was anxious to feel him inside of me.

  “C’mon shawty. Bring that ass over here ‘fore I come get it.”

  He picked me up and laid me down on the edge of the bed. After sliding the condom on, he dipped down between my legs and slid inside of me slowly. I could feel it as every inch of his manhood stretched my slippery walls to capacity.

  “Ohhh…mmm.” Damn, he was huge.

  “You okay babe?” He looked down at me with concern.

  “Shit, I’m more than okay. You?”

  “I’m good as fuck. This pussy’s bitin’. For real ma. Damn…” He shook his head as he found a rhythm and started digging my pussy out.

  “Ohhh…shiiiit!” I had to stare up at him, because he was working my ass over.