My legs widened as I scooted as close to him as I could. We were at the perfect angle for him to land directly between my legs. Without taking his lips off of me Dre reached into the nightstand, and grabbed a condom. I opened it and rolled it down his shaft with one hand.
I lay back in the missionary position and opened my legs wide giving Dre full view of what he was about to get into. I was surprised, when he grabbed my thigh and began kissing his way down to my wet spot. Letting my guard down, I rested my head back without even thinking. I was used to giving a performance, but this was no act. Dre was going in. As his tongue took deep plunges in and out of me, I felt out of control. I grabbed his head and grinded against it; I must’ve sounded like an animal, because I growled as I was feeling things I had never felt before. After I came for the second time, exhausted, I lay back to catch my breath and just as I did, Dre climbed on top of me and inserted himself. I panted, taking a deep breath, but relishing in the feeling of him hitting my G-spot as he delved deep. He moved slow at first, taking his time to circle my lips with his tongue. We played tongue tag like two starving beasts, teasing each other as we nibbled each other’s lips. As Dre picked up the pace I couldn’t help but let out moans, I hadn’t felt so relaxed since my first few encounters with Ty.
I opened my eyes to find Dre in deep concentration his eyes closed, beads of sweat on his forehead. I knew the look all too well, as he struggled to keep himself from exploding. I started throwing thrusts back at him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle that. Within seconds Dre let out a moan that let me know he had drained himself of the liquid that filled his nuts.
He slowly removed his semi-hard dick from me, and nearly collapsed besides me on the bed, the condom still on and all. I felt rejuvenated; as Dre snored I kindly removed the condom, dried his dick off with a damp towel, and covered him with his comforter. My usual steeze was to jump in the shower directly after sex, get dressed and get going, but not tonight. I decided to snuggle next to Dre, close my eyes and mind to everything that was outside of his bedroom door. For tonight the only thing that mattered was the feeling I was experiencing at this moment. Dre grabbed me in his fold and I let the warmth of his body lull me in to a welcome sleep.
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I asked Dre to take me home early the next morning as I had a ton of things to do. I had to check up on Carmen’s crew, check in with my girls, and I was expecting a call from Ty at 11.
“Nik, what’s up doll?” I asked as I walked in the kitchen happy that Nikki had the coffee pot brewing.
“Not a thing babe! What’s up with you? You’re looking pretty elated these days and I know it’s not just because of your bank account.” She joked.
“Everything is good Nik. Biz is good, life is good.” I said not getting into the details of my relationship.
“Yeah Ok, that’s all huh? You had a date last night? You didn’t come home. What client spent a mortgage to have the night with you?”
“No client Nik. I was just out with a friend.”
“A friend? Do tell!” Nikki exclaimed all excited.
“Well remember that guy we ran into, in Midtown?”
“The cute tall, straight laced looking one?” Nikki asked inquisitively.
“Yup, that one. Well we had a little dinner date last night. He’s cool.”
“Well hell, it had to be more than dinner. I mean, who was being served you?” Nikki said laughing at her own innuendo.
“No it’s not like that. We just stayed up talking and shit.” I lied.
“Well don’t get caught up. You know time is money, and if he gone get your time, he damn sure better be coughing up a load of dimes.” Nikki said making the universal symbol for money with her fingers while winding her waist.
“Exactly.” I mumbled half heartedly.
Ten
I went to see Ty, I honestly missed him, and I knew seeing him would help me refocus and put things back in their proper prospective. After going through the same search and feel up routine, I got to go through the final set of metal doors to the waiting area to see my main man.
Ty still looked as fine as ever. Jail makes some people looked fucked up, but for others it’s like a literal preservative for life. It’s like not being on the outside exposed to the everyday stresses somehow manages to act as a skin preservative and they’re able to maintain the looks they had when they went in. Ty didn’t seem to have aged a bit, plus he put on muscle weight which gave him an even sexier presence than when he went in, if that was at all possible.
“Baby girl!!” Ty exclaimed as he reached out for me. I saw the guards watching carefully as Ty embraced me, knowing we weren’t supposed to have much contact. But I knew the guard’s pockets were lined by Ty, so they turned away.
I ran into Ty’s arms feeling secure and safe in the warmth and comfort of his strong embrace.
We took seats at an empty table out of the earshot of other visitors and inmates.
“Summer, you look good as ever. You’re really maturing into a beautiful woman. You ever get mistaken for a young Vanessa Williams?”
“No Ty.” I giggled. He always had the ability to make me feel like a young school girl.
“Listen baby, we don’t have a whole lotta time, but I got some shit to put you on to. So just listen. I know you got your little side hustle shit set up in the PJ’s, but let me tell you that shit is hotter than a blaze. DT’s is starting to frequent the shit, of course all in the line of duty, but they bout to run down on that shit and soon. Steer clear, cause when shit hits the fan, Carmen gone spill the mothafuckin beans and she gone put all that shit on you. So you need to come up with a plan now to get yo nose clean and to put as much distance between yo’self and that henhouse.” Ty’s eyes were serious and his mouth was tight.
My heart just sank as I got nervous about the connotations of prison life.
“Alright Ty. I have an idea; it’s going to put Carmen in a bad situation but I got to do what I got to do.”
“Fuck Carmen that bitch was supposed to have a nose for those mothafuckin pigs, and she let them in. I wouldn’t be surprised if that bitch setting this shit up just to get at you. You know she always been a jealous type of hoe.” Ty spat.
“Yeah I know. I should’ve been smarter, but.” Ty cut me off.
“Listen, I also know you been caught up with some dude. What you gone do baby? Let this lil nigga come in between our empire and us?”
“Ty, it’s not like that. You’re in here, what do you want me to do? I’m always gone have love for you, nobody can change that. At the same time, I’m thirsting for a little affection too.” I said with tears in my eyes. Inside my heart was tearing in two.
“My visit is over Sum. Just handle yo shit and keep your nose clean. I got love for you.” Ty said as he got up from the table and walked away without looking back.
Eleven
Bzzz. Bzzz. I could feel my phone vibrating in my clutch as I walked into the pissy stink elevator. I checked it and saw that it was Carmen, but I decided to let it go to voicemail. I wanted to pay a visit to my grandmother, even though I hadn’t stepped foot in her apartment since I’d left it many years ago.
I knocked on the door, knowing she should be home from the Senior Center by this time of the day.
“Who is it?” I could hear her yelling from the other side of the door.
“It’s me grandma!”
“Who?”
“Me Summer.” I said trying to sound cheerful.
The truth of the matter is that, I wanted to see what she knew about the brothel in her building. If it was getting hot, she would have all the details, damn near down to the day the bust was planned.
I heard all of the locks coming off the door, and then she cracked it open with the chain still on the door. I saw her eyes widen, and a slight smile even slid across her mouth, but not a smile wide enough to lose the cigarette that held its place in the corner of her mouth.
“Summer, child why you ain’t said it w
as you!” She said as she closed the door and took the chain off.
She opened the door wide and welcomed me in with a sway of her hand. I walked in and it looked exactly the way it looked when I left. Terrible. The wallpaper in the kitchen was covered with thick brown grease, the kitchen table looked sticky, the floor looked like it hadn’t seen a mop in ages and the smell of old cigarettes permeated the air.
“Hi grandmother, I was in the neighborhood and I just thought I’d stop by.”
“Um hmm. You been in this neighborhood plenty of times and yo ass ain’t never stopped by. Whatcha want child? You can’t move back in here, I done told ya, don’t come running home to me now. Look at you looking all fancy and you aint once stopped by my door and gave me a damn dollar. Knowing damn well I have to feed yo mama fiend ass, whenever she shows her ugly sunk-in face around here!” Grandmother said in a harsh tone.
“I’m sorry. I really am, I just been trying to live out there in the world alone. You know I don’t have no other family but yall, and since I left I thought yall didn’t care to see me anyway.” I said telling the truth.
“Summer, I done been sick with my sugar, my damn lungs actin up, can’t half breath most of the time. I don’t have time to be chasing behind you or yo mama. Now what you want child? I know you been up to know good. Ms. Carol on the fifth flo’ told me that you became a whore for that guy that been hoeing all these young girls ‘round here. She told me that’s who you left to live with. Make matters worse I heard you be whoring in that apartment upstairs out that Spanish girl place. Yeah, now you want to sit yo stankin ass in my kitchen, trying to come home huh? Well I ain’t got no room for no damn whore! You aint gone get me in trouble with housing trying to turn my house into no hoe house!”
I wasn’t surprised at what she had heard, I wanted to know more.
“Grandmother, what do you mean I be hoeing upstairs?” I tried to sound confused.
“Well, the way they tell it that you be laying up with yo ass open all day and all night for whatever Negro that decide he got enough to pay for yo used up tail. Dammit Summer, I got a crackhead fo’ a child, and a whore for a grandchild. I know I wasn’t the best mother, but dammit I tried. Trish raggedy ass wasn’t no decent mama to you after Joe threw yall out but shit why couldn’t you take yo ass to school and do something wit yo self?”
My eyes filled with water, as I reached out to touch my grandmother’s hand, realizing she was just as much a victim of circumstance as I was.
“Grandma, I’m almost finished college, I have a nice place to live in the city. I have never hoed upstairs in this building. I am much more selective than you think. I’m not going to say I’ve been living a completely clean life, but I’ve been doing the best I can.” I let the tears slide down my face, as I watched my grandmother take a long pull on her cigarette before she coughed for a good two minutes.
I got up and got her a glass of water from the leaky faucet.
“Thank you Summer. If you never do anything else for me, I can say the child handed me a glass of water.”
I reached in my wallet and pulled out five one hundred dollar bills.
“Here grams, here’s a little something for you.”
“Well, well, I guess laying on yo back has been good to ya huh?” She said as she giggled before counting the money.
“It’s just a little something. What’s going on in the building grams? When’s the last time you saw my mama?” I asked, realizing it was the first time in a long time that I’d thought about her. My grandmother put her cigarette out in the ashitray and hunched forward preparing to give me the run down.
“Well as I hear of it, that Spanish girl running some kind of hoe house, you work there along with some of these other fast tail gals around here. But housing done caught wind of it because people see yall making all that money and people are getting jealous. So housing got the police involved and some undercover brothers been running up in there with secret cameras and what not getting video of the operation. I bet those nasty niggas been getting serviced too when they turn those cameras off. Anyway, they supposed to be setting up a sting within the next two weeks so make sure you off duty for a while or you gone be going out in handcuffs too!”
I took a deep breath in thinking about the cameras and wondering what they had on tape, and then she continued.
“As for that mother of yours, she in some treatment place upstate. She done been in and out of them but she can’t keep clean. Yo brother Kareem came up here and put her in this here place she in now. He got sick of hearing about her roaming the streets waiting for check day only to have her welfare money spent in a matter of minutes in the crack house. Kareem asked about you too. I know he a worried mess.”
“He was so worried he left me here to fend for myself!” I said as I got up. I had heard enough.
“Well, you know how it is. It’s every man fo’ himself in this here world Summer.” She said somberly.
I walked towards the door, feeling weird about the relationship I had with my grandmother and mother. For the first time in a longtime I truly felt all alone in this world.
I walked in and out of the building without going to check on the business. It had been a few months since I’d actually been inside the apartment; I just wondered when they started recording shit. My stomach did somersaults as I drove across the Brooklyn Bridge back to the safety of my plush dwelling.
I walked in and closed the door behind me. I stood with my back against the door, thinking about something my mama used to tell me. “If you getting jumped and it feels like its you against the world, stand with your back to the wall, this way you can see all your enemies coming.”
I surveyed the large living room, the sun shining in brightly from the picturesque floor to ceiling window. I looked at my cream colored couch and bright orange throw pillows. I shook my head and crept through my own place wondering if I was on camera. I made my way to my bedroom and plopped down on my bed, exhausted from all the stress I’d experienced in such a short period of time. For the first time in my life, I was afraid. Afraid of once again losing everything I had. I lay back in my bed without removing my clothes and curled myself into a tight fetal position. I didn’t even feel myself falling asleep, when I awoke, I was sweating profusely, but I don’t know if it was because I fell asleep in my clothes, or because of the dream that came to me so vividly.
I was sitting in a room, an expensive room and I was naked. Piles of money lay across the bed. One of my clients, Mr. Kramer, came out of the shower, still wet and mounted me. I took him in from the back doggy style, letting little moans escape from my mouth. I fucked him back as he pulled my hair. I had to admit it felt really good. Just as I was getting in to it, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Kramer removed himself from me and went to answer it naked like he was expecting someone. In walks Carmen in a Black Mink, she threw it on the floor and she stood their naked with her hands on her hips, her mouth was overly painted candy apple red, like Ronald McDonald. She threw her head back and began to laugh hysterically. Just as I was about to ask her what she was laughing at, the door rang again. Once again Mr. Kramer walked to the door naked, the condom just sitting on his still hard dick. This time Dre came in, he walked in naked and he bent Carmen over and started fucking her doggy style. I tried to ask him what he was doing, but he just ignored me and kept pounding away. All the while Carmen laughed maniacally like his pump wasn’t fazing her. I stood in the middle of the floor, butt ass naked, it seemed like the room was spinning as I tried to figure out what was going on around me.
I awoke to the sounds of Green Day’s Boulevard of Broken Dreams, blaring from the living room. I took off my coat, and peeled off my wet shirt. I stumbled out into the living room into a foggy haze of smoke. I saw numerous bodies dancing clumsily, some people just laid on my couch like they were stoned out of their minds. I thought to myself “Am I still dreaming? What the fuck is going on here?”
“Hey, sleeping beauty awakes!” I heard Nik
ki yell over the music.
“Nik, who are all these people?” I asked still feeling groggy and catching a contact high from all the weed fumes that filled the apartment.
“These are my old friends. I decided to invite them over, I felt like I needed to be surrounded by some true peeps.” Nik nearly shouted over the music.
Just then, Know Your Enemy by Green Day blared out the speaker and Nikki lost it. She jumped up and down with her friends like she was at a Rave. Screaming the songs lyrics at the top of her lungs.
“Do you know the enemy?
Do you know the enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy, wah hey.” She screamed with her eyes closed, I thought to myself, “Nikki is fucked up right now. I’ll have to remind her later about our guest policy. I don’t play this type of hippy stone house shit.”
I was pissed, but at that moment, I didn’t feel like arguing with Nikki or her crowd so I just went back to my room to think of how I was going to get myself out of the Carmen situation. As far as I was concerned, Summer’s Heat Inc. was safe. I thought about Dre, but then I quickly pushed him out of my mind. I needed to come up with a plan to disassociate myself from the Brothel and quick.
Twelve
A week passed and I only had brief conversations with Dre. I called Carmen from a throw away phone and told her I needed to see her. As usual Carmen walked into the restaurant looking cheaper than a two-dollar bill.
“Chica!” Carmen said when she saw me, as if she was so excited.
“What’s up C?” I said nonchalantly.
“Chica everything is good; the business is on fire!” She exclaimed.
“Listen Carmen, that’s the problem. I’m getting the word that the spot is hot.”
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