Secrets of a Kept Chick, Part 2

by Ambria Davis

  “Oh, okay.”

  “Well, can I have your number, ma?”

  “Um, yeah, sure,” I replied. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I grabbed it, programmed my number in it, and gave it back to him.

  “What you doing later?” he asked.

  “Nothing really. I’m really not from around here. So, I don’t know what there is to do,” I said to him.

  “Why don’t you let me take you out then?” he asked. I thought about it for a minute. Hell, I’d known dude all of five minutes, and here he was, wanting to take me out. For all I knew, he could have been a killer or something, but then this little voice came into my head and said, to hell with all that, this nigga is fine as all outdoors. What harm could he possibly do to you?

  “Uh, sure,” I replied.

  “Good then. Come on,” he said as he began to walk off, motioning for me to follow behind him and I did.

  “I finally took a good, long look at dude and I fugured out that actually, he was just average”. He was like all of the rest of the dudes I was used to dating. He looked like a college boy. I needed a thug in my life. I followed him to the parking lot, where he got into a black Yukon Denali. Humph, so dude got a little money I see, I thought, before I hopped in the truck behind him.

  “So where do you want to go?” he asked me, starting the car.

  “Don’t matter, surprise me,” I said, letting my hair down. These past few weeks I been stressing about Jayden. It was time for me to let my hair down a bit and enjoy myself.

  “Okay,” he replied, pulling out of the parking lot. He then hopped on the freeway and headed downtown.

  “So, tell me a little bit about yourself,” he said.

  “What do you want to know?” I asked him.

  “Whatever you feel free to tell me,” he said, taking his eyes of the road to look at me.

  “Well, you already know my name. I’m twenty-eight, from West Virginia and I have a son,” I said giving him only a few details. “What about you?”

  “Well, you already know my name. I’m twenty-eight also. I’m from Louisiana, born and raised, I’m a club owner, and I have three kids: twin boys and a daughter,” he said, keeping it short also.

  That figures, I thought once he said he had kids. There was no way a man this fine didn’t have kids and a few baby mamas lying around somewhere.

  “Where ya baby mamas at? I’m not going get you in trouble, am I?” I asked, looking over at him. I noticed his body stiffen, and then his whole demeanor changed. Fuck me now! I knew damn well this nigga didn’t have any baby mama drama lying in the cut somewhere, because I for damn sure didn’t have time for that shit.

  “No baby mamas. I only had one, but, um, she . . . she passed away,” he said, sounding as if he was about to cry or something.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, or else I would have never said anything,” I said, feeling like a total ass.

  “No, it’s cool. I just rarely talk about her nowadays, you know,” he said, clearing his throat. From the way he was acting right now, I knew he had probably taken the shit pretty hard. “Just trying to let her rest peacefully.”

  “Oh, okay,” was all I could say. I was speechless. I couldn’t imagine myself being in that type of situation.

  The rest of the ride was mainly quiet. With the exception of the radio playing and his phone that was constantly vibrating, we didn’t say anything else to each other. To be honest, I wasn’t even up for it anymore, but my mind quickly changed when he pulled up to this little soul food restaurant. As I said, I wasn’t from around here and I’d never been here either, but from the smell outside, I was sure these people could cook their asses off.

  “Look, ma, I know what you thinking and I’m cool,” he said, shutting off the truck’s engine. “Let’s just go inside and enjoy ourselves. It makes no sense to spoil each other’s night.”

  He didn’t wait for me to reply. He got out of the truck and walked over to my side to open the door. “Thanks,” I said and got out.

  “Hey, Kay,” the hostess said once we were inside. The way her eyes were beaming and how happy she had gotten, I could tell that either he was a regular, she was fucking him, or she used to fuck with him.

  “What’s up, Mtisa? How are you?” he asked giving her a hug.

  “I’ve been good. We haven’t seen you in a long time,” she said, hugging him back.

  “Yeah, I’ve been busy. I don’t get to much free time, ya know.”

  “I feel you. Oh, hey, boo,” she said, finally acknowledging my presence. Her eyes were so focused on him that I didn’t think she had even seen me standing there.

  “Hey,” I replied dryly. I didn’t know this ho and for her to even act the way she was acting was nothing but thirst.

  “Well, come on, we have an available table right this way,” she said, grabbing two menus off the podium. She then walked off, leading us over to a table to the left of the restaurant. It also happened to be a few tables away from the stage. “Okay, now. Here are the menus. Your waiter will be right with you guys in a minute. Have a great evening.”

  “You come here often?” I asked him, once she was gone.

  “I mean I used to, but not anymore,” he said, then his eyes got all sad again, and I assumed that he was thinking about his kids’ mother again.

  “Well, what’s good here then?” I asked, trying to change the mood.

  “To be honest, everything,” he said, flashing me a bright smile.

  “And how would you know that? Don’t tell me you done ate everything on this menu, Kay,” I said, chuckling.

  “Well, I won’t tell you then,” he replied.

  “You mean to tell me that you’ve eaten everything on here?” I asked, pointing to the menu that I had in my hand.

  “Yes! You don’t think I came over here all those times to eat the same thing, do you? Besides, I like trying new things,” he replied, with a serious face, and he then gave me a sexy look that said, “I’d eat you too if you let me.”

  I was about to reply, but the waitress came to take our orders. After getting both our drink and food orders, she pranced her happy ass right to the back to place them.

  “Now, where was I?” I asked him. “Oh, yeah, I bet you like to eat, huh?” I asked, flirting back.

  “Sure do. Maybe you’ll find out,” he said, licking those thick, juicy, sexy lips of his.

  “Oh, yeah?” I asked, challenging him.

  “Most definitely,” he replied.

  Not too long after, the waitress returned with our food and drinks. “Damn, that was fast,” I said.

  “Yeah, the service and food here are excellent,” he replied, as she placed our orders on the table.

  “Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked.

  “Nah, we cool. Thanks though,” Kay replied. She nodded her head, then left.

  From across the table, I watched as he closed his eyes and began saying grace. I was stunned. He didn’t look like the type who was all into the Lord and whatnot. I closed my eyes so that he’d think I was doing the same thing. When he said, “Amen,” I repeated it right behind him. When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me.

  “What? Why you looking at me like that? Is something wrong or something?” I asked shyly. I never liked it when someone just stared at me. It made me uncomfortable.

  “Um, no, I’m sorry. I was just admiring your beauty,” he replied, looking embarrassed.

  “Oh, well, thank you.”

  “Welcome,” he said, and then everything between us fell silent. “Well, let’s eat then.”

  “That’s a good idea. We wouldn’t want our food getting cold now, would we?”

  “Nah,” he replied, and with that said, we began to eat. For the remainder of the night, nothing was said between us. We were both lost in our own thoughts. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of our forks scraping against the plates.

  An Hour and a Half Later

  K
ay tried to get me to go to the club, but I wasn’t feeling that. I was too full and too tired to go anywhere, so he offered to drive me back to the hotel room, and I agreed. When we pulled up to the hotel, he got out of the truck to walk me to my room. I would admit that dude was doing everything so well that I didn’t want to let him go. I asked him if he wanted to come inside the room. At first he didn’t answer, which kind of made me regret asking him.

  “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” I said, walking inside.

  “Nah, I want to though,” he said, walking inside behind me.

  I didn’t know if it was my hormones or the fact that I had four drinks at the restaurant and the liquor was starting to mess with my mind, but the minute he closed the door, I went at him. I covered his mouth with mine, making sure to slip my tongue in his mouth. I wanted to fuck him so bad. I wanted him in the worst way. I went to pull his shirt over his head, but he stopped me.

  “Ma, are you sure about this?”

  I had to take a minute to think. I didn’t know dude from a can of paint, but here I was, ready to fuck him. Then that little voice crept into my head again. “Bitch, get you some. This ain’t nothing but a one-night stand,” it said. That’s when I made up my mind.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” I said to him.

  “Okay,” he said as he placed his lips on mine. He then picked me up and began walking over to the bed, never breaking the kiss.

  I thought for sure that he was about to lay me on the bed, but to my surprise, he lay down, so that I was straddling him. I had on a dress, with nothing underneath, so it was easy for him to reach under it and begin playing with my clit.

  “Sssh,” I hissed as he rolled this thumb over my clitoris, which made me wet instantly. I bit down on my lip when he inserted two fingers in me. “Oh, fuck.”

  “You like that?” he asked as he slipped his fingers in and out of my pussy.

  “Oh, yessss.”

  “Lift up for me right quick,” he said. I lifted up a bit as he began taking his clothes off, leaving only his boxers. When he was done, he took my dress and pulled it over my head. “You ready?” he asked.

  “I was born ready,” I replied, slipping my hand into his boxers. I found his dick and began giving him a hand job.

  “We’ll see,” he said as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. “Let me see what that mouth feel like.” Normally, I wouldn’t even give a nigga head, but there was something about the way he said it that made my mouth water. Slowly, I kissed my way down his chest to his dick. When I made it to his dick, I swallowed hard as my pussy started jumping. Staring me straight in the face was one of the biggest and prettiest dicks that I’d ever come in contact with, and I planned on tasting every inch of it. Reaching for it, I kissed the head, before inserting only a few inches in my mouth. I pulled back, sucking and flicking my tongue over the head.

  “Ummmm,” he moaned, which boosted my confidence a little. I made sure that my mouth was extra sloppy before I took him back into my mouth. Hungrily, I started to suck his dick as if it were a lollipop and my life depended on it. His dick grew harder and stiffer by the minute, which let me know that he was about to let loose. I went in for the kill, taking his dick all the way to the back of my throat. I looked up to see that his eyes were shut tight. He grabbed my head and pumped in and out fast, but I could still keep up with his pace. With each thrust he threw, my jaws became tighter. A few pumps later, he released his seed to the back of my throat, and I licked my lips and swallowed every bit of it.

  “Damn, ma, that was some good shit,” he replied, lying flat on the bed. Before he could say another word, I had his dick back in my mouth. Once it was hard again, I crawled up his body.

  “I know you ain’t trying to tap out on me,” I whispered into his ear.

  “Never,” he said, kissing me. Like before, he guided his finger inside of me.

  “Um, I’d rather something else be in me,” I said in a sexy voice.

  “You got that,” he replied as he removed his finger. He grabbed me by my waist and then guided himself inside of me.

  “Oh, my God,” I said as his dick filled me up. I had to take a minute to adjust to his size.

  “Aww, fuck,” he said, once he was fully inside, grabbing hold of my hips.

  “You ready for this ride?” I asked, looking into his eyes.

  “Show me what ya working with,” he said and smacked my ass cheek. I stood on my toes and began giving him the ride of a lifetime. Up, down, side to side, I rode him like a porn star. I knew all the right tricks to pull when I wanted to make a nigga nut and oh, boy, was it a tease. I knew he was trying his hardest not to, but when I started rotating my hips while clenching my walls together around his dick, I had him cumming within seconds.

  “Shit,” I said, collapsing on top of him. I was tired and out of breath.

  “You good, huh, ma?” he asked, as he tried to catch his breath.

  “Yeah, I’m great,” I replied.

  “Well, good, ’cause I’m just getting started,” he said, rolling me over on my back. He placed his dick at my opening and with one thrust he was fully inside of me. We went at each other like two dogs in heat, fucking each other’s brains out like there was no tomorrow. Two hours later, we were both tired and exhausted, and we fell fast asleep. I knew for sure that in the morning my pussy was going to be sore as hell, but I wasn’t worried about that. It’d been a long-ass time since I’d gotten a pounding like this and I was feeling great.

  Chapter 23

  Kaylin

  I’d been free from Stacy and her father for about three weeks now. They only agreed to let me go if I’d give them the money. I thought about saying no, but then dude came in there saying he was going to hurt one of my kids and I couldn’t let that happen. This was my kids’ lives on the line. I agreed to pay them and let the shit be. Beside 350 Gs wasn’t going to hurt my pockets at all. I had way more money than that. That little chump change wasn’t even going to break my pockets, but I only had one problem. The money was back in Atlanta, and I was the only one who was going to be able to get it.

  At first, dude wasn’t going for it, but after a while he finally gave in, giving me exactly three weeks to hand over the money to him or else he would hurt my kids. I spent three weeks in Atlanta, because I had one of my homeboys place a tracking device on his car so that after I got my kids, I’d be able to go back and serve up some much-needed justice.

  I’d been staying in a hotel in Atlanta, trying to stay off the police’s radar. I needed a bit of fresh air, so I decided that I was going to go for a drive when I bumped into this fine-ass shawty getting on the elevator. I had a thing for dark-skinned chicks and shawty was a cute chocolate little thing, but still she, as well as every other female I’d come in contact with, couldn’t hold a candle to Mimi. Yeah, I knew that I shouldn’t, but I found myself comparing chicks to Mimi all the time. I’d been doing that since we were young.

  As I stood in the elevator, I couldn’t help but to look at her. She had a cute face and a nice ass, which made my dick jump inside my pants. I hadn’t had sex in I didn’t know how long and all I knew was that I had to have her. When she walked out of the elevator, I went after her. At first, I thought she was going to shut me down, but she didn’t. She agreed to go out with me. I took her this nice place that served soul food. The whole time we were there, my phone was blowing up with messages from Stacy and her dumb-ass father. I didn’t want to be bothered with them and those idle threats they were dishing out, so I powered my phone off. I knew that they weren’t going to lay a hand on my kids, because I had what they wanted. If they were stupid enough to fuck with my kids, not only would they not get the money, they’d also lose their lives in the process, so I wasn’t worried about them.

  I decided to turn my attention to Shelly. At first, I thought she was going to be gullible and whatnot, but she actually turned out to be a cool-ass chick. I hated when the night ended, but I loved that she invited me back to her room
. Shawty surprised the shit out of me when she started kissing all over me. Shit, I thought we were just coming here to chill. Well, I surely thought wrong, because the minute the door closed, shawty was all on me. I wanted to make sure that she was sure about this, so I stopped her. When she said that she wanted to, I went all in.

  I fucked her so good that I put shawty in a deep, deep slumber. She didn’t even hear or move when I got out of the bed last night. I had to search for my clothes in the dark, trying my hardest not to wake her up. When I did find my clothes, I hurried up and threw them on, then headed to my room down the hall.

  Once I got into my room, I plopped down on the bed, burying my face into my hands. I sat there, thinking about everything that was going on in my life at the moment. I wanted so badly for things to just go back to the way they were, when I didn’t have any worries or anything. I just wanted the peace that I once had in my life, even though Mimi was no longer here. The way I saw it, the faster I got Stacy and her father out of my life, the better chance I had at getting my life back on track.

  Not wasting any time, I grabbed my suitcase from underneath the bed and started packing my shit. I needed to get back to New Orleans like yesterday, get my kids, and get the fuck away from all this bullshit. Before I knew it, I was through packing my shit. I called down to the hotel room and told them to send someone upstairs to help me with my bags. While I waited for whoever it was to come, I made sure that I had the bag that contained the money. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

  “Sir, I’m here to help you with your bags,” he said, once I had opened the door.

  “Oh, yeah, right this way,” I said, leading him inside the room, where the bags were sitting in the middle of the floor. He picked up as many bags as he could, then stood by the door and waited for me. Once I made sure that I had gotten everything, I picked up the rest of the bags, and we headed out the door, hopping straight onto the elevator.

  Once we made it to the first floor, I told dude to wait for me in front of the hotel, while I ran to go and get my truck. My truck wasn’t parked that far, so it didn’t take long before I was pulling to the front of the hotel. I got out, opened the back of the truck, and began loading the bags into it. Once I was finished, I gave the dude a tip, hopped in the truck, and was on my way. I was heading back to New Orleans today, but before I did that, I needed to drop by and check on an old friend.