by T. Styles
“I’m done.” She spits.
She proceeds on the way to Kreshon’s house. I’m suddenly appreciative of the silence. I think we’re almost to his house because she slows down. I’m about to call his cell to let him know I’m close, when we reach a light. When I look to my right, I see silver Lexus pull next to us. It’s Kreshon and when he looks at me my heart melts. He can be my stability if he wants too. I wave excitedly, hoping he’s happy to see me too. Instead of matching my happiness, when the light turns green, he pulls off. What the fuck was that about?
“Metha, isn’t that Kreshon’s car up there?” I point at his license plate. His brake lights flash us.
She inspects the car and says, “Yep. That’s him.” I know she thinks the shit he just did is funny. I don’t.
He pulls off again. “Follow his ass!”
At the funeral he said I could call him whenever I needed him. And now he’s acting like I’m not even on planet earth. As he wiggles in and out of traffic, its obvious that he’s avoiding us. I’m growing angry and then it dawns on me, I never found out who took my father’s money. How do I know it wasn’t him? He would’ve been the perfect person, especially after my father gave him the stamp of approval and said I could trust him.
Although he’s quick in his Lexus, Metha works the truck like we’re in a Porsche. When he slows down and parks in front of a strip mall off of Martin Luther King Avenue, she pulls up behind him like police. He eases out of his car and walks toward the truck. His face is straight but he stomps toward us. I hop out of the back and meet him in the middle.
“Sorry about that, Jayden.” He gazes at Metha in the truck and back at me. “I didn’t know that was you following me. I got beef in these streets.” He smells so good. Like he recently showered. “What’s good with you though?”
“Did you take my father’s money?” I didn’t know I was going to ask him that. I wish I could take it back. But the question rolled off my tongue so quickly it felt natural.
He backs up and teases the pocket of his gray Polo sweatpants. They look heavy so I figure his keys are in them. “Why would you come out of your face and ask me some shit like that? Especially when I didn’t have the dough to put my man to rest? You know what that shit did to me and how it made me feel? You saw how fucked up I was!” His nostrils are flaring. A lady seems rattled leaving her car. I peer at her wanting her to get away. I hate people in my business.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I eye her as she walks into a store.
“Then how did you fucking mean it?” He yells and I jump back. “It’s because of you I stuffed a nigga in the trunk of my car and now he’s looking for me to this day.”
“Then you should’ve killed him. That was an option too, remember?”
He shakes his head. “Something’s up with you. I’m not sure what yet but something is definitely up.” He looks at me seriously. I hope he doesn’t hate me. I didn’t even ask for money yet. “What do you want, Jayden?”
“Right now I want to know why you’re running from me?”
“I just told you. I got beef. Sometimes I think you mature but when you hit me with shit like this, you remind me that you’re a kid!” He looks like he wants to punch me and I wonder will it hurt. “It wasn’t until I saw Metha driving that I knew it was you. So I pulled over.”
I fold my arms into my breasts. “I don’t believe you.”
He grabs me forcefully by the wrist and Metha leaps out of the truck like a bodyguard. “What’s going on, Kreshon?” When her hand turns into a fist, I know she’s prepared to hit him. Suddenly I like her…for now. “You good, Jayden?”
“So you gonna step to me like that?” He studies her fist and it relaxes into a hand again. “Like you don’t know me? Like we don’t have a past?”
“I’m not saying all that, Kreshon. I just don’t like how you handling her and I wanna make sure she alright. You cool, Jayden?”
“Jayden’s rolling with me.” He answers for me. “So you go on to wherever you gotta go. I’ll see to it that she gets home safe.”
Metha looks at me with pleading eyes. She doesn’t want me to go I can tell. What is it about him that she wants me to avoid? Why doesn’t she just tell me? “I’m good, Metha. You can go home and take my truck with you.”
Kreshon grips my hand and pulls me to his car like I’m a kid. He walks to the driver’s side and points to the passenger side. “Get in.” Why doesn’t he open my door? I don’t bother asking, just hop inside.
The moment I close the door, a sugary fragrance hits me in the face. When I look in the back, a pink cotton garment that I can’t make out is thrown over the seat. It must belong to his girlfriend but I don’t maneuver it to tell what it is.
When I examine him, he’s straight faced and mad. I hate that I’m the cause of his anger. We drive for about three more minutes before we pull up to another strip mall. He parks, grabs the pink thing in the back, jumps out and walks into one of the stores without speaking to me. I sit in the car for fifteen minutes, before deciding to get out. What the fuck is up with him now?
When I walk in his direction and glance at the sign over the door, I see K’s Cupcakes in bright pink letters. The moment I switch my phat ass inside, I’m assaulted with the smells of fresh baked cakes. I smile weakly at the people looking at me, even though I’m in a bad mood. I look at the long line of customers, waiting to be served. I don’t see Kreshon anywhere until I look behind the counter. He’s six-foot-something and towers over everyone. Does he work here? Each one of them except him is wearing the pink garment. It’s an apron.
Kreshon is organizing colorful cupcakes on the racks. When the next customer places an order, he fills it with a smile and rings up her purchase. When he’s done he hands her a pink colorful box with white lace along the tips. He looks out of place and I don’t know my mouth is open, until my tongue dries out. Why isn’t he a drug dealer, like my father, instead of working at some cupcake factory? What a waste of thug.
When the customer leaves, he waves for me to come in the back. At first one of his employees blocks me, until he touches her on the shoulder. I follow him into an office and he throws his keys on the desk and flops in a leather seat behind it. He seems happy with himself until he looks at me. “This may be funny to you, Jayden, but it was always a dream of mine.” He moves some papers around on his desk and leans back in his chair again. “It may look gay to you too, but it’s my life.”
“I didn’t say anything, Kreshon.”
“I can tell how you look that it’s funny to you.”
“What are you doing here? I mean, are you really a baker or something?” I observe his neat office before settling back on his eyes.
“Jayden, these cupcakes are made with my recipe.” He points his index finger into his chest. It’s shiny so he must get his nails done too. “And I guarantee that you won’t find anything that tastes as good as what we make here. In the world.”
I laugh. At first lightly until I remember how ridiculous he looked handling cupcakes out front. So female like. So danty. He definitely dried my pussy up. “Kreshon, if this is your thing this is your thing, I’m not here for all of that.”
“You don’t believe me.” He leans forward and his chair squeaks. I’m surprised I heard it. “You think what I’m doing here can be done anywhere. Don’t you?” Before I can respond, he hits a button on the phone and makes a call. “Denisha, bring in the Nightmare cupcake.” A minute later a girl holding a black cupcake on a trey enters. It isn’t brown or dark chocolate. It’s jet black. A cloud of white icing sits on the top with sprinkles of shiny red dots. “Eat it, Jayden.”
She hands it to me and I bite into it quickly. I don’t have time for this shit. I need money, and if he had any, I want it now. But if it will make the process easier, I’ll eat the stupid thing. While chewing it something happens. The first thing I taste is a butter light icing. It rolls up my tongue and leaves a trail of vanilla in its wake. And then there’s the ca
ke, so soft, so light, so fluffy and sweet. I’m ready to say it’s the best I ever had, until I taste what I think is liquor. I never tasted anything so fucking good in all my life. I slam the rest down on his desk and point at it. “What is that?”
He grins. “It’s like I told you. The best.” He looks at the girl. “You can go now.”
When she leaves I say, “No seriously, I never tasted anything like it in my entire life! And it has liquor in it!” I look at it, wanting to eat the rest but not wanting to look greedy. “You gonna make so much money with those shits.”
He smiles proudly, crosses his arms over his chest and rocks in his seat. “I told you, ma.”
I love it when he calls me that. It was very rare when my father was alive. “You gotta eat the rest though because I can’t fuck with it. I have to watch my weight.”
Suddenly he shoots up and knocks the cake off of his desk. It falls to the floor, top first. The white icing presses against the gray carpet on his floor. “Why you do that?” I pick it up, and throw it into the trash.
Through squinted eyes he asks, “What are you doing here, Jayden?”
“Kreshon, why did you knock your own shit on the floor?”
“Either tell me what you want or get the fuck out of my spot.”
So many things run through my head, especially the conversation I had with Metha earlier. Was he crazy or something? “Kreshon, how did you get the money to open this up?”
“If you asking me again did I steal your people’s money again the answer is no. This place has been open for a year. I didn’t buy no fancy ass car when I was making money on the streets. I saved up everything I had so I could buy this. Had I known my man would’ve died, I would’ve put a little to the side for a rainy day. Most of my dough goes back into my business. He should’ve strapped up and wore a condom though.” I think that’s irrelevant but its cool.
I try to calculate the time he had this place in my mind to see if he was telling the truth. He was fully operational a year ago so it was impossible for him to use my daddy’s money to fund it. “I’m hurting right now, Kreshon. I was robbed the other day and they took the little bit of cash I had left.” He looks angry. Like he cares. “Now I’m asking you to give me what you can spare because I don’t have nothing left. My mother is a drunk and she not doing right by me. Anything you can give me will be appreciated.”
He shakes his head. “She’s still saucing huh?”
“Yeah why? You know her like that?” I remember him gawking her at the funeral but they didn’t seem friendly.
He shakes his head no. “I didn’t know them peoples all like that.”
“Well how you know she’s a drunk then?”
“Jace told me.”
My mother’s antics are legendary. “If he told you about her, you know I’m telling the truth. I don’t even have enough money to buy food. Now you said you cared about my father, so I’m asking you to help his daughter. Please?”
He reaches into his pocket and sits a wad of money in front of him. He grabs his keys and opens a drawer under his desk. Then he pulls out a black lockbox and sits it on his lap. When he’s done, he counts both stacks and hands them to me. “That’s twenty-seven hundred, the deposit for today’s business. You can have it.” I tuck the money in my pocket and a smile slides across my face.
“Thank you.” This was more than I expected. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“Every month I’ll give you a little something, not because I owe you, but because I fucked with your father. That’s all I can do right now.”
I jump up and rush behind the desk. I’m bout to plant a wet kiss on his cheeks, but he turns his face and I catch his lips instead. “Thank you, Kreshon. Let me do something for you.” He doesn’t realize it but the money he gave me will put me back on top. It’s just what I needed to get my business up and running again. Pussy, pussy, pussy! Rings in my ears.
I grope his dick and slip sideways into his lap like he’s Santa Claus. He smells like some expensive shit when I rest my nose into the crease of his neck. He isn’t touching me, so I get up and sit face to face with him by balancing myself on one of his legs. My pussy throbs as I lean in and kiss the crease of his neck again. After fucking Sebastian, I’m trying to do the damn thing all the time. I rock on this thigh slowly to stimulate my clit. This shit feels good and if I keep it up, I’ll definitely cum before he even touches me.
I forgot he’s in the building until he says, “What the fuck you doing, Jayden? I don’t fuck with little girls.” He pushes me so hard, I fly backwards and the bottom of my back slams into the edge of his desk. I jump up preparing to hit him with anything I can find and then I remember, he’s Mr. Money Bags. He has immunity.
“Don’t ever come at me like that again, if you do I’ma hurt you.”
He stands up and walks over to me. “You hurt?”
I rub my back because it’s on fire. “I’m good.” I lie.
“Let me take you home, Jayden. Don’t be out here acting like a whore, Jace wouldn’t approve.”
It’s mighty funny that he let me rub all on him for so long before he hit me with this shit. It’s also funny that his dick stands out like a tent. It’s cool though. We’re about to walk out of the door until I stop him. I don’t want to separate like this. I grab his hand and look into his eyes. My back is inflamed but I’d been beat so many times by my mother that it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m tough that way.
“Kreshon, my father is dead. He’s not around to look after me anymore. I’m feeling you right now, but I also realize I’m young. If you want me too, you better say something and soon. Don’t wait to get my attention, because then it maybe too late.”
JAYDEN
PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY
“Ma, I got the lights turned back on but they won’t let me pay the phone bill. So I put the money on your dresser, can you remember to pay the bill please?” I ask, speaking to her on the phone in the kitchen. “They called yesterday and said if you don’t pay they’ll cut it off.”
“Jayden, I said I’ll pay it.” She pauses. “Where did you get the money from anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter, mommy. I got the money and all you gotta do is pay it. The hardest part is done. Why won’t you get a bank so I can put money in the account and take care of stuff like this on my own? Then you don’t have to worry about it.”
“Why don’t you get one?”
“Because I’m too young and you won’t take me down there.”
“I don’t trust nobody with my money, especially not some big ass bank.”
“But I’m putting my money in it. Not yours.”
“Now you said to much, I have to go. Bye.”
Click.
When I hang up the phone rings again. I answer. “Don’t get too comfortable in the house little girl, it belongs to us.” Aunt Ramona says. “And tell your mother she better watch her back. I might send somebody to take care of her for what she did to us.” She laughs and hangs up.
Shit is getting stressful around here. My mother is working me overtime and every time I turn around, aunt Ramona and Laura was calling here threatening us. At least I’m back on top. With the money Kreshon gave me, I paid some bills and saved the rest. I’m ready to get my business up and running and I’m ready to change my life.
I even found a loophole in the promise I made to daddy. When I played the recording on my phone it said, ‘I promise to stay out of trouble, take care of my health and to go to college.’ So it was my intentions to do it all. I never said anything, not one thing, about not selling pussy…on the tape anyway. If I stay out of trouble, take care of my health and go to college, daddy should be happy. Right?
A few days after hooking up with Kreshon, Olive and Passion helped me go over a few things for the business and in return I offered them both jobs. Olive was in charge of scheduling tricks and Passion was in charge of the girls, once we hired them.
When I started Thirteen Flavors bac
k in the day, I went the fake babysitters route but since I couldn’t find my phone, I needed to change things up a little. It was time to meet up with Olive and Passion again. So I went to the grocery store, bought some Brie cheese, grapes, crackers and fucked Sebastian in the wheel house. Refreshed and no longer horny, I came home eager to go over the plan.
“We need girls.” I say, standing above them as they sit on the sofa. “I prefer 13 but I’m willing to start off smaller if we have to.” I look at Passion knowing she always had a bevvy of freaks on her roster. “Can you help us out with that?”
I focus on her lips. “Ever since I stopped getting high, I don’t hang around the same people anymore, Jayden.” She whips her hair over her shoulder. “I mean, I still kick it with Foxie, Na-Na and Queen sometimes but they beefing with you because you cut them off. Queen said she tried to get you to give them the phone and everything but you wouldn’t take her calls. So I’m not sure if they’re down or not.”
“So wait, they were mad with me because they couldn’t make money and if I put them on they’ll still be mad?” I ask with an attitude. “Are they getting paper now or what?”
She laughs. “Definitely not.”
“So as long as they’re still the same broke bitches they were when I met them, why wouldn’t they be down?”
Olive touches her leg. “Listen, you said you are their friend right?”
She looks at her hand oddly. Olive never misses a chance to be fresh. “Yes. They still my girls.”
“So maybe you can talk them into it. It would be a shame to waste their pussies while they’re still tight and tender.” Olive adds. “It ain’t like they not fucking anyway. Convince them of that and you can make money too. You said you wanted money to go to college. Jayden giving you a chance to get put on. This is a full scholarship ride!”
Passion grips at the edges of her hair and twists thick strands around her fingers. “I don’t know if it will work. Plus they still getting high and I’m not sure if I want to be around all that.”