As I parked in the lot of Pyson listening to “Without Me” by Fantasia, I prayed for God to give me this job if it was mine.
I walked into the office building in a black pencil skirt, paisley print button-front shirt, and three inch black chunky heels. Thanks to Omari, I was able to get my hair professionally done. So with the new hair and outfit, I felt ready for this interview.
But, once inside the hiring manager’s office, she started with the normal questions that I didn’t have the right answers to. No matter how ready I was on the outside, I knew that I wasn’t ready on paper.
“I see on your resume that you don’t have that much experience.” In a scrutinizing way, the hiring manager, Ms. Cason, looked over my resume like it was beneath even a customer service representative position.
“Though I have only worked as a CNA, I believe that job instilled the qualities needed to be a customer service representative. Patients are customers too.”
She wasn’t moved. “And you’ve never been to college?”
“Besides a high school diploma, I have a CNA license.”
I didn’t understand why she was asking me these questions. It was starting to piss me off and make me uncomfortable. She saw right on the resume how much experience and education I had, so what was the point in making me repeat it.
The rest of the interview went quick, unfortunately. She got me out of there so fast that I figured I didn’t get the job. I refused to be depressed though. I was tired of recognizing my misfortunate instead of counting my blessings. Despite having no job, I had a car and new clothes– things that I hadn’t had in years. I was starting to realize that I needed to be a lot more thankful towards Omari than I had been, especially since it looked like I would be depending on him a little bit longer.
Therefore, when I got home, I told myself to put on a happy face and attempt to show Omari a better side of me.
“How was your interview, babe?”
Surprisingly, he was at home. He was in the living room kicking back on the new sofa that he purchased last week; a part of a sick leather living room set that had to cost some serious coins.
“It went good,” I answered, lying with a fake smile that he bought. “Are you hungry, baby?”
Omari looked at me like I was crazy. Those gray eyes danced around in so much shock and confusion that it made me giggle as I took off my shoes and sat beside him.
“You gone cook?”
“Yes, Silly.”
Then he asked jokingly, “Are you trying to kill me?!”
“Whatever, Omari!”
In response, he put his hand on my forehead like he was trying to check my temperature.
Swatting his hand away, I squealed. “Stop it, boy!”
I guess we were both trying to show each other how much we cared that day, because as we sat beside each other, he reached down, grabbed my feet, and brought them to his lap. When he began to massage my foot, I lay back on the couch to enjoy the treatment.
“Thank you, baby.”
Curiously, he asked, “For what?”
“For everything. You’ve really been holding me down. I appreciate it.”
“You don’t have to thank me. That’s what I’m supposed to do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be able to do.”
Omari
“Yea, that’s right. Good girl. Cum on this dick.”
I had Aeysha bent over the kitchen table hitting her from the back with one of her legs hoisted up on a chair.
As soon as I got out of the shower and got dressed, she peeped that I was on my way out and decided to throw me some pussy instead of cursing me out like usual. She was really making an effort at changing. I appreciated that.
“Damn, I love this pussy, girl.” I was talking good shit to her. Making sure that she came real good so that her mind would ease and she wouldn’t be so worried about what I was doing in the streets with somebody else.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my Gooood.” Aeysha was cumming all over my dick. I could hear the tears in her eyes and the love in her heart for me.
I loved her too.
“Wait,” she told me while panting for air. “What are you doing? You didn’t cum yet.”
Since she came, I was pulling out of Aeysha. I had a long night ahead of me. I was on my way to pick up some bread for Ching off of one of the blocks. Then I had a date with Simone. I couldn’t let myself get drained.
I quickly lied to her. “I’m good, baby. I came a long time ago.” Then I kissed her cheek and smacked her ass.
I hurried into the bathroom, pulled my shirt back over my head and washed up real quick.
When I got back into the kitchen to grab my keys, Aeysha was leaning against the counter still naked. She and Simone were so different. I loved my girl to death, but she was letting life keep her so down that she had let herself go. She had gained some weight. Her stomach wasn’t flat anymore. Even her arms were getting big. Aeysha’s body use to be so tight. She was naturally curvaceous with beautiful breasts, phat ass, and tight waist. Her legs were long and the best feature on her body. Now those thighs were getting big and rubbing together. I still loved her, so she still turned me on. But having a woman like Simone who was still ripe, tight, and tender only brought Aeysha’s negatives to the surface.
“What you doin’ tonight?”
“Lookin’ for some more jobs. Probably go downstairs and see what’s up with Eboni. That’s about it.”
I slid my arms around her and tongue kissed her goodbye. “I’ll be back. Love you, baby.”
“I love you too, Omari.”
We kissed again before I walked out of the door.
The night air felt good. It had cooled down to about seventy degrees. I felt good. I had gotten my locs styled earlier that day. I had on a new pair of True Religion jeans, matching t-shirt, and fresh jays. I was saving up most of my money, but me and Aeysha was definitely burning up the malls getting shit that we hadn’t been able to in years.
The block on Racine and Halsted was jumping when I bent down on it. These lil’ niggas was in front of the trap twenty deep. Lil’ Durk was blasting from a mustang parked in the front. Niggas was bopping all over the place.
It looked like a party.
“What up, Pretty Boy!”
“Capone, don’t make me smack the shit outta you, man.”
He laughed as we met at the curb and shook up. His eyes were diluted like a motherfucker and he was jumpy. He was most likely off a molly.
Without me even asking, he reached in his pocket and handed me a wad of cash.
“Do I need to count this shit, man?”
“Man, naw. Don’t do me. It’s ten g’s, my nigga. I swear.”
I believed him. Though only seventeen, Capone was loyal as hell to Ching and pretty scared of him. Besides fucking with me over my nickname, he had been pretty loyal and respectful to me too.
“Any noise about Ron?”
“Hell naw, man. I told you those were some no name little niggas with a bright idea. Them other two niggas long gone with the work, somewhere in another state probably flipping it. Ron was on his way too, but that’s when Ching caught him slippin’.”
Word had hit the street about the nigga who robbed me gone missing. Come to find out, his name was Ron. Chicago was smaller than you would think and the Westside was even smaller. Most of the block boys knew about the robbery because Ching put the word out on the streets to look for the guys who did it. They were also reporting to Ching if there was any word of retaliation once people figured out that he was dead. Ching told me that he caught dude slipping, coming out of his building alone, and scooped him up real quick at gun point before taking him to a trap house beating his ass and tying him up. He claim nobody saw him scoop him, but motherfuckas ain’t crazy. However, motherfuckas knew betta than to snitch too.
I still didn’t feel right being a part of this shit. Ching was bogus as hell for even involving me with that murk. I understood his position. A man in his position
couldn’t let clowns get away with taking one hundred thousand dollars worth of work from him; especially some little niggas. But me being new to this game, I wasn’t down with having no parts of killing nobody.
But it came with the territory, I guess. I had to eat. I couldn’t let no babies think it was okay to take from my table.
Simone
Currently, Omari and I were in my bed. Jodeci was playing in my dimly lit bedroom. Only two candles lit the room. KC was crooning about his heart belonging to me and I believed it. Dalvin was accompanying KC with his beautiful melodic adlibs. Omari’s moans could have matched theirs had his sexual songs not been smothered by my ass sitting on his face.
Gawd damn, this man knew how to fuck me; knew damn well how to fuck and suck me. I desperately fought the urge to cum in his mouth as I rode his face. Simultaneously, I tried to suck his erection. It was hard as a rock and looked so beautiful as it stared back at me. I couldn’t manage to complete the sixty-nine though. He was eating my pussy so good that I couldn’t think past my own pleasure. It felt like this man was licking the bitch I was in a previous life. I just wanted to crawl into a ball of passion and die a happy woman.
His taste buds tickled my insides as his tongue penetrated my pussy. I leaked heaps of my juices all over his chin as it played as a stimulating mechanism against my clitoris. Even the tip of his nose grazing and teasing the entrance of my ass made me quiver with delusional euphoria. He ate my pussy like he was craving to taste the insides of my body; as if it was posh and the most exquisite piece of pussy that he had ever had the pleasure of savoring.
He spread my cheeks apart with his big, strong hands until I could literally feel the cool breeze from the air conditioning enter my body.
I think I came five times; came so much that I was embarrassed that I rode his face like it was his dick. But he wasn’t shame. He invited the ride.
I was struggling to catch my breath as the next orgasm came and went.
“Okay, baby. Okay…” His arms were wrapped around my waist. I was locked into place on his face, but I wanted free. I couldn’t take anymore!
His devilish giggles were muffled as I continued to wrestle free. Still licking and sucking, he finally let me go. I was so exhausted that I could only lay paralyzed from the waist down. My body still convulsed randomly.
Still giggling devilishly, Omari lay next to me and rolled me over so that my back was facing him. He spooned with me. When he kissed my cheek, I could smell the aroma of my nectar all over his face.
“I love you.” I don’t know whether it was the passion, the Jodeci, the candles, or all of the above, but I let those three words slip.
When they came out, I was embarrassed for only two seconds before I realized that I meant it. Finally, I was with a man that wanted to be with me and only me. Finally, I was able to spoon with a man all night because he didn’t have a woman to run home to. I was so excited and wrapped up that my emotions were overflowing.
I was more than okay with that.
But when Omari told me, “I love you too, baby,” so effortlessly and naturally, I literally had to keep tears from falling. Such a pleasant and constant smile was on my face that no man had ever been willing to put there. Omari thought me valuable enough to give me that, and, yes, I did love him for that. I loved him so much that I was willing and ready to do anything to ensure that I never lost him.
Tammy
After two weeks of sleeping with Donte, my feelings had only grown, while his seemed to stay paralyzed in the friend zone.
He slept with me randomly; on drunk nights and as he held me protectively through the night. There had even been a few shower sessions. Never once did he mention taking things any further. I really couldn’t blame him. After what I did to him, I knew that me and feelings were a surface of very thin ice that he didn’t trust crossing again.
I never once mentioned my feelings for him either. Too scared of being rejected, I simply continued being best friends with the man that I adored with all of my heart while fucking his brains out occasionally.
That night would have definitely been one of those occasions. Donte convinced me to come out with him and a few of his work buddies. We were at a neighborhood sports bar and about six rounds of shots in.
For once in the last few weeks, I was feeling good. Sure enough, it probably was the shots of tequila, but I was letting my hair down when I hadn’t been able to do that in a long time.
In a pair of blue jean shorts that stopped right below my butt cheeks and a cropped top that showed a bit of midriff, I stood next to Donte doing a bad job of attempting to twerk in five inch heels to “Dance Like a Strippa”.
With red eyes that were fueled with just as much alcohol as mine, Donte smiled seductively at me. To have him smile at me like that again made my heart flutter and my insides tingle.
“What you lookin’ at?” I teased him as I continued to dance. I thought I was dancing seductively, but I am sure that anyone sober around me thought I was dancing like a drunk white girl.
“You and that ass,” Donte replied flirtatiously while lightly smacking my ass.
I giggled like a school girl. “Boy, stop. I’ll be back. I have to pee.”
“Want me to go with you?”
“No,” I insisted. “I’m cool.”
I bopped away from the bar to the beat of the ratchet anthem playing over the speakers. In these heels, I was more so gliding and trying to keep my ass from falling out of the bottom of my shorts.
Inside the restroom, I fixed my make up and hair, all with visions of sex with Donte later dancing in my head. The lustful thoughts were so consuming that I barely paid attention as someone entered the bathroom with me until the person was directly behind me. Before I knew it, me and Jimmy were eye to eye. He was standing behind me and staring back into my eyes like the villain of a horror movie.
Fear surrounded me like a coffin. Anxiety took over my bodily functions. I began to shiver in terror. Urine streamed down my leg.
Jimmy didn’t make a sound though. He simply stood behind me so closely that I could feel his hot breath against the nape of my neck. He stood over me, casting a shadow like the spirit of death glaring into my eyes.
It was hard to read his eyes. I saw anger. I saw distress.
I even saw love.
I didn’t know what to do. Fear paralyzed me. Only my thoughts moved rapidly in my mind. If I had screamed, no one would have heard me over T.I.’s voice that drowned out every other noise in the bar.
“Oh! Excuse me!”
Even when another female entered the bathroom, Jimmy’s eyes stayed focused on mine.
“Am I in the right restroom?!”
This poor girl was so tipsy that she didn’t even see how scared to death I was.
Oddly, Jimmy simply turned around and walked out. I realized that he was taunting me. He was showing me that he could get as close to me as he wanted and there was nothing I could do about it.
Finally, my bodily functions returned. I broke down in tears and hit the floor. Finally able to breathe, I began gasping for air.
“Oh my God! Are you okay?”
The girl that entered the bathroom was hovering over me with her hand on my back. I could smell the liquor on her breath. She was so tipsy that her body weight on my back was heavy.
“Is there somebody that I can get for you? Weren’t you with that guy in the striped Polo?”
I could only nod as I continued to gasp and cry.
I was convinced that I was having a panic attack.
“Okay. I’ll go get him for you.”
I was in a state of shock. I sat in my own urine realizing that Jimmy wasn’t going to stop until he killed me. There was nothing an order of protection could do about it either. Somehow, someway he was able to figure out my every move.
I was trapped until the police were able to outsmart him, if they ever were.
“Oh my God. What happened?!” When Donte barged into the bathroom, he saw m
e on the floor and immediately lifted me from the ground. He could feel that I was still shaking. He saw the urine and sympathy poured over his face. “What happened, baby?”
“Jimmy,” was the only thing that I could say through my cries.
“He was here?!”
I nodded through continuous weeping.
Donte lifted his shirt over his head. Though he was now shirtless, he put his shirt over my head to cover up the moisture all over my shorts.
“C’mon, baby. Let’s go. I’m taking you home.”
NINE
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2013
Omari
Though I had slipped and told Simone that I loved her, after three months of fucking with her, I ended up having a lot of love for her. She still had no clue that I had a woman. A part of me wanted to just be honest, but it was too easy to have them both since Simone required nothing of me. She never asked for a commitment. She went with the flow. She was so eager and willing to just make me happy. That’s why I fucked with her so heavy despite the history that I had with the woman I loved at the crib.
Simone just did it for me. I never had to ask. If I looked like I was hungry, she cooked. If I looked like I wanted my dick sucked, she was on her knees without me having to ask. If I glanced at a glass, she was up getting me a shot of Patron that she kept stocked at her crib because she knew that was my favorite drink.
“All right, baby. I’m gone.”
Aeysha barely made eye contact when she replied, “Okay, baby. See you later.” She was too busy in front of the mirror in the bathroom getting ready for work. She was so excited about the new gig at Pyson that she started two weeks ago. You couldn’t tell her shit. It was like that was all she needed to start back feeling like her old self again.
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