by M. T. Pope
The only thing was, this old fucker I was staying with was bugging the hell out of me. He wanted me to hold him at night and tell him I love him and all that shit. I was so close to telling him to fuck off. His ass was making me sick as a muthafucka.
I woke his old ass up early this morning, so I could go and get me a ride. I had to run some interference in some people’s lives that shitted on me and thought they were getting away with it. I had sat in jail for ten years planning out my revenge on those that placed me there, and I was going to make sure that they got what was coming to them. They may have forgotten about me, but I sure hadn’t forgotten about them. I was sparing no one this time around. Their asses didn’t know I was coming, but when I was finished with their asses, they would be passing down stories about me to the grandkids.
We pulled up to the dealership, and I got out and told gramps to stay still until I was finished. His ass was as obedient as a dog, and loyal as one too. He was begging for a piece of dick, and if I got my way today, he just might get a treat, if I could stomach looking at his wrinkly, mashed-up ass cheeks.
I walked into a rinky-dink car dealership and asked to speak to the man in charge. I walked to the counter, and a weave-wearing receptionist bitch with red and yellow hair looked me up and down and returned to the conversation she was having on the phone. Ghetto bitch was acting like she didn’t want to help me, but she didn’t know she was fucking with a crazy muthafucka that was messed up in the head. I was all the more pleased to show her my ghetto side as well.
“Excuse me,” I said with a smile. “Don’t you see me standing here waiting to be serviced?”
“Yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And? I got you when I get up off my call. Damn!”
“Damn?” I said to myself, shocked at her boldness. “Oh, I know this bitch is asking for it.”
She continued to have her conversation on the phone, ignoring my presence once again. “Yeah, girl, do you know that muthafucka had the nerve to want me to work and come home and fix his dinner? He must’ve lost—”
I let this bitch ride too long, so I grabbed the phone and hung it up. I then grabbed her “phony tail” and flung it across the room. She watched as the weave hit the ground.
I grabbed her by what little hair she had left and pulled her ear close to my mouth. “Look, bitch, if you want the rest of this shitty mess you call hair, then you better skip your can’t-keep-a-man ass to the back and get the man that own this shithole.”
Her ass finally got up and went into a back office and out pops this dude that look like he was straight out of prison himself. He was tall and muscular and from the bulge in his slacks, I could only hope that he was packing a big dick. I always sized up a man’s dick before I even looked them in the face.
I put on my around-the-way swagger and walked up to him. We shook hands, and he showed me the way to his office.
I went straight for the kill and put my cards on the table. I looked him dead in the eye. “Main man, I need a favor.”
“What kind of favor you talkin’ about?” he asked, adjusting himself in his seat.
“I just got out the joint, and I need me some wheels, and all I have is cash money.” I knew from my sources around the hood that car dealerships have to report to the IRS anyone that buys a car with cash outright.
“Well, homeboy, you came to the wrong dealership because I don’t deal with that shit no more,” he said, giving me a wink.
His ass musta thought I was wired, or somebody was listening in on our conversation or something. I just played along and handed him fifteen grand for my choice of a car off the lot.
He walked me to the lot, and I picked out the car that I wanted. Then we went back to his office to fill out some paperwork.
And, boy, he had all of the paperwork I could handle. His ass fucked me so good, I thought his dick was going to come out of my mouth.
I walked out his office with a new ride and a good piece of dick. He gave me his number and told me anytime I need anything, just give him a call. Trade. Gotta love them.
When I left his office, the ghetto-ass receptionist waved good-bye to me as she was trying to put her makeshift ponytail back on her head. Her ass just got a lesson in customer service that you couldn’t get at your local Wal-Mart. I betcha her ass will act right for the next customer that comes in.
I walked up to Carl’s car and instructed him to go home. I told him that I would be home in a couple of hours. I didn’t need his ass with me when I went to purchase the supplies I needed to exact my revenge. I needed the least amount of witnesses possible.
I had plans to get back at my old boss for snitching on me. I had a special plan for him. His ass was retired, and I knew exactly where he was staying. He and his wife had a ranch out in Upper Marlboro. Her dumb ass didn’t even know her husband liked black dick. Sorry bitch was gonna have to be punished with him. Her flat ass was going to be an innocent bystander to my fury and wrath.
Then I was going to go after the “lick-’em girl,” Keisha, Kenny’s baby mama. While I was getting arrested, her lesbian ass had the nerve to go through my pockets and take the keys to the car Kenny bought me. And the bitch stole the money I was going to steal for myself. She and her dyke girlfriend gonna wish they had left town. But, first things first, I was going to get me a decent place to stay.
I pulled off the car lot in a black Ford Expedition that had tinted windows and chrome rims. I could tell that this shit was almost new because it still had that fresh leather smell. It must have belonged to a drug dealer or something like that.
I went out to a spot out on Liberty Road called Dunhill Village Apartments. One of my old acquaintances had lived here for a short while, and I liked the area.
I went in, filled out an application, and I was given a full tour of the grounds. I knew this was the spot for me. The place was quiet and spacious. Despite my raunchy sex life, I loved to spend quiet evenings at home in my soft, plush bed.
The rent was $950, which was no problem at all. They ran my credit while I toured the place, so by the time we made it back to the leasing office, I was approved with no security deposit and given a date to move in. It was close to the end of the month, so I only had a couple of more days to stay in Carl’s rat trap of an apartment.
I was so happy, I went to The Room Store and purchased all the furniture for my new home. I went shopping crazy as I normally do. I went to Anna’s Linens for all my linens and Pier 1 for all my accents, like vases and candles. Then I went to Best Buy for my two flat-screen televisions, computer, and various surveillance equipment that I needed. I finally made a trip to the Wal-Mart Supercenter on Route 1, and finished up with pots, pans, and other household essentials.
I ended up spending close to $8,000 to fix up my new crib. Exhausted, I finally made my trip back to my temporary home for some much-needed rest.
Chapter 11
Ashley
The Good Girl
October 30th, 2018, 11:25 A.M.
“Hey, Tony, baby,” I cooed into the phone.
Every time I spoke Tony’s name, it just sent chills down my spine. Tony knew what I liked sexually and did it well. We would sneak off and we’d go to some secluded place and make out. Tony knew all the right spots to lick and nibble on to send me to heaven. Again, you see, Tony was much older than I, and knew how to treat me like a lady. Tony took me on dates to the movies and dinner, and sometimes we drove to New Jersey to go shopping.
My parents didn’t know I was out with Tony, because they were so wrapped up in their shit. I didn’t give a fuck anyway. It was my life, and if I wanted to give my body to Tony, then that was my business. I would tell them I was going over to so-and-so’s house, and they would believe me, because I was a good girl who never lied to them, or so they thought.
Some of my friends thought we were the perfect family. Yeah, right. If they only knew about my alcoholic father and my pillow-smothering-me-to-death mother, they would know what our family was really like.
I got four words for you—dysfunc-tion-al.
Anyways, I can remember the first time we made out, we almost went all the way. It was so sweet and toe-curling.
“You ready, baby?” Tony whispered in my ear as I pulled my sundress up to my waist and over my head. Tony squeezed my perky breasts and licked on them like they were two chocolate-covered strawberries.
I moaned in pleasure as my teenage pussy oozed between my legs. I reached down between my legs and felt my warm juices flowing. I eased my hand back up seductively and placed it in Tony’s mouth. Tony licked my hand clean and made the trip down to my throbbing clit to get a better taste.
“Ah,” I moaned. I squeezed my legs around Tony’s head as what I came to know as an orgasm rocked my world. My legs shook violently as Tony’s tongue took off again, trying to give me a heart attack and an orgasm at the same time.
“Tony! Um…Stop! Umm…Please…Stop!” I yelled, all the while pushing Tony’s head closer to my womb. I climaxed once again and collapsed out of exhaustion.
“That’s what I am talking about,” Tony said, coming up for air.
I breathed heavily as Tony too collapsed beside me.
“Ashley,” I heard my name being yelled, breaking me out of my reflective state.
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. I was thinking about something.”
“I hope it was me.”
“You know it was. You the only thing that’s important to me right now.”
“Meet me at our spot in an hour,” Tony said seductively into the phone. “I need some of that lovin’.”
“Sure, baby. I’ma leave out now.”
I hung up the phone and speed-dressed. I put on my easy-access dress and made my way downstairs. I grabbed my backpack, for perpetrating purposes. My parents didn’t know their sweet little girl had an inner ho. In fact, I had a sexual appetite that rivaled most men’s. If they knew I was seeing someone much older, I knew they would’ve flipped a lid. But, again, I didn’t give a fuck. I was out to get mine.
“Hey, Ashe, baby,” my mom said as I entered the kitchen.
I put on my good-girl routine. “Mom, I’m going over Katie’s house to do some studying. I’ll be back about ten.”
“Sure, baby,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek. “And don’t forget you have to help me with the ceremony that me and your father are having to renew our vows”
“Oh, okay. Sure, Mom, whatever.” I turned and headed for the door. I could care less what they renewed.
Diana, my little sister, squealed as she ran up to me and hugged me. “Hey, Ashley. Where you goin’?”
“Out,” I said, a little annoyed. I was just trying to get to Tony so we could spend as much time as possible together.
“Can I go with you? Please?” she said, clasping her hands in front of her like she was praying. “I promise I’ll be good.”
“Sorry, Diana. You can’t come this time, but I promise that this weekend we’ll go out shopping, just you and me.”
“Really?” she said with a just-got-a-happy-meal smile.
“Yep, but I gotta go, okay.” I kissed her on the forehead and made my way out the door, headed for my destination.
Alex was raking leaves in the front yard. “Hey, Ash. Where are you headed in such a hurry?”
“Out!” I kept my answer short and sweet.
“I know that, Ash. And technically we’re both out, since we’re standing outside.” He stood within hands reach of me with the rake in his hand and a goofy Joker smile.
I wanted to punch him in his face for being such a smart ass. “Is that all?” I asked, my hand on my hip.
“No, I just want you to be careful.” He walked up to me and hugged me real tight. “You’re my little sister, and I get worried about you when you come in so late at night.”
“You be spyin’ on me?”
“Well, not really. I just think we, as brother and sister, need to make sure each other is safe.” He had a sincere look on his face that melted me. “Feel me?”
“Yeah, I feel you. I promise I’ll be careful.” And, with that, I walked off toward the bus stop to meet Tony.
I got in the house at about seven o’clock at night. There were no cars in the driveway, so I knew my parents were out. I walked to the kitchen to get a few things to entertain myself with in my room. I put my ear to the basement door and listened to see if Alex was home. I didn’t hear anything, so I continued on my way to my room.
I walked into my room and went into my closet for my secret “Sinner Girl” stash, which consisted of R. Kelly’s 12 Play CD, a vibrating rabbit, and a nude picture of Tony. I was all set to go as I stripped down to my birthday suit. I had shaven my pubic hair just like Tony liked it. I put the CD in the CD player and turned it up so that any neighbors that happened to pass by wouldn’t hear my moans of ecstasy. My parents had a reputation as the “quiet family,” and I didn’t want to ruin it with what I was about to do.
I lay back on my pink silk sheets and spread my legs apart, ready to pleasure myself, my eyes focused on Tony’s picture. I flipped the switch to my Rabbit vibrator to full speed and gently applied it to my clit. I closed my eyes and moaned. The sensation was making my hips lift off the bed. I threw my head back as an orgasm caused me to explode all over my pillow, making my hands sticky.
But orgasms were like Pringles. I couldn’t have just one. I was going for the put-my-ass-to-sleep orgasm. The stronger, the better.
I put the vibrator back on my clit and went at it again. My ass was off the bed now, and I felt the explosive energy of another orgasm in my stomach. Twitching and moaning, my eyes were going far back in my head. I was in heaven. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” I was exploding like never before.
“Ashley!”
It took me a minute to get my eyes focused. When I did, I wanted to disappear. Alex was standing in my doorway, his mouth open as wide as my legs. I was mortified. I wanted to know, how long was he standing there?
“Oh, shit!” I belted out.
I still don’t know if it was the orgasm, or seeing the look on Alex’s face. He raced out of the room like a bat out of hell. I didn’t know what to do.
I knew I had to do something, so I went to get out of bed and ended up falling on my face. The last orgasm must have taken all my strength in my legs, because I could barely get up to my bed again. I managed to pull my housecoat off the end of my bed to cover myself.
“His ass must’ve been down there ’sleep,” I mumbled.
I was more mad at myself than at him. I should have put a chair under the doorknob to block the entrance into my room. My parents, well, mainly my mother, took off all the locks to our bedrooms, saying, “People who pay bills get locks on their doors.” I didn’t have a job, so my door was without a lock.
After about twenty minutes of waiting for my legs to get back to normal, I went downstairs to talk to Alex. I made my way to the living room, where he was watching television.
I had no idea what to say to him. I shook my head in disgrace. “Hey, um, Alex, er, can w-we talk?” I was nervous as shit.
“Yeah, Ashley.” He never looked at me.
Shit, I wouldn’t have wanted to either. Getting a bird’s-eye view of his sister’s private area probably devastated him for sure. He probably had never seen a woman’s privates before.
“I—I—I’m sorry about what you saw upstairs.” I couldn’t believe I was apologizing for pleasuring myself in my own room. “You know you should have knocked, though.”
“I did knock.” He huffed. “Your music was up too loud for you to hear me knocking. I just thought you were talking on the phone and listening to music like you usually do when we’re home alone.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You know it’s a sin to do that stuff, right?” Alex looked me square in the eyes.
“Yeah, Alex, we go to the same church, remember?” I was a little angry. I didn’t need him to remind me of my wrongdoing. I knew I had an addiction to sex. “Look, I know I have a small pr
oblem. I just need you to keep this between us.”
“Okay.” He put the television on mute. “Besides, we all have secrets.”
I looked at him, a puzzled look on my face. “What secrets do you have? You’re a Goody Two-shoes, and you always stay in the house. Football, school, church and home. That’s your routine, and everybody knows it.” I slightly laughed at him.
“Yeah, okay.” Alex had a smug look on his face. “You keep on believing that. I gets mine. Believe that.”
We quieted down for a second as I wondered what he could possibly be doing to get his.
“Alex, are you gay?” I blurted out.
He started laughing uncontrollably, as if I had made the biggest joke possible. He never answered my question. When we were kids, Alex would always get caught in a lie because he would laugh or smile, giving away his guilt.
“Stop laughing.” I pushed him hard.
He kept on laughing.
“Tell me. I won’t tell anybody.” I was dead serious. I could keep a secret like it was nobody’s business. All my friends knew that.
He stopped laughing and looked at me with a smirk on his face. “I can’t believe you asked me that.” He was avoiding answering the question like a squirrel avoiding cars while trying to cross a street.
“Well, are you?” I posed the question again.
Before he could answer, my parents and Diana came through the door and interrupted us.
“Hey, you guys.” My dad took off his coat and sat down next to us. “So what were you guys doing while we were gone?”
“Oh, nothing,” we both chimed, like twins usually do.
“We were just sitting here watching cable and talking.” I gave Alex a menacing stare and then got up and headed to my room.
I wasn’t through with him yet. The next time we were alone, I was going to find out what I wanted to know.
Chapter 12