Raunchy 3

by T. Styles

  Frustrated, I turn around and face Hadiya. “Okay, I’ma let you get the girls together. That’ll be your job for now on but never at the expense of my nephew. When I’m not here to take care of him, he comes first. If I see a single hair rubbed off the back of his head because you kept him in the crib too long, or if he has anything resembling a diaper rash, I’m going to hurt you. Now are you sure you want to do this?”

  She jumps in place and claps her hands. “Yes! And I won’t let you down I promise.”

  “I know you won’t.” I roll my eyes. Everything is so ridiculous around here now.

  “But I have one question, can you please let the girls know I’m in charge? Because If you don’t they’ll never listen to me. You see how Gucci and them treat Passion around here. They’ll only do me worse since they think I’m the new girl on the block.”

  Although she’s right, I hate that I have to do this right now. Why can’t she use her people skills? I push past her and go downstairs and in my loudest voice available yell, “Bitches, get down here now!”

  Within a minute I’m looking at all of my girls. “Passion is not on house duty anymore. She not feeling well and won’t be working with you tonight or helping you get ready from here on out.”

  “Humph,” Gucci starts filing her nails, “If you ask me, she ain’t been feeling well for the past few days. Why you just finding out now?”

  I whip my head in her direction. “I didn’t ask you shit now did I, bitch?” Everyone gasps and she drops her file. I focus on everyone. “Like I was saying, Passion is not feeling well, and because of it, Hadiya is now in charge.”

  “I knew that bitch would suck herself into position sooner or later.” Foxie says. “Congratulations, ass kisser, you’ve made it to the major leagues.”

  Hadiyah steps close to her. “So what you mad it’s me and not you?”

  “First of all you better get out of my face, bitch.” Hadiya backs up. “Second of all I never wanted the fucking position of babysitter. But everyone knew you would, boot licker.”

  “Call it what you want but you will give her your respect.” I say. “As a matter of fact, make it the same respect you give me if not more.”

  Gucci laughs and Olive shakes her head. I hate that she may have been right all along about letting the girls think we are friends. I’m starting to realize they won’t respect me until I give them a reason and I might have to make a few examples in the process.

  “If that bitch comes near my room, I’m going the fuck off.” Foxie promises. “That’s all I’m saying, Jayden. No disrespect to you, but this Indian has been in my shit ever since she joined the squad. On my cousin, I’m not having it no more.”

  I walk over to her. “What did you just say?” She steps back. “Don’t say it under your breath, say it to my face.”

  “I didn’t say nothing directly to you, Jayden.” She hesitates. “I just don’t like that bitch that’s all.”

  “Then you better learn too. Matta fact you better learn to love her!” I look at all of them. “I’m tired of the fighting and shit going on around here. At some point ya’ll gonna realize that everybody in here selling pussy and if there’s any hang ups about it, the door is behind you. I’ve been real lax with ya’ll but I also have the ability to snap.” I look at Hadiya. “Make sure the lineup for tonight is ready. If they not, I’m holding you accountable.”

  ****

  I’m sitting in a chair in my bedroom rocking the baby, when my mother comes home. I’m so mad, I squeeze the baby too tight and he whines. I loosen up my grip. I haven’t seen her in forever. And now she shows up drunk? And what was up with her fat ass stomach? I look at her and back at the baby whose gripping my index finger. She steps into the room quietly and looks down at me. The room lights up with the scent of liquor and shit.

  “Whose baby?” She points at him. She’s swerving a little.

  “His name is Cassius.” I say calmly. I don’t want to flex on her with the baby in my arms.

  She approaches us and the baby frowns. “I mean who does he belong to?”

  I look her square in the eyes. “He belongs to me.”

  The moment she stands over us, her body trembles. “What you doing with Madjesty’s baby?” How the fuck does she know he’s hers? “Why is he here?”

  I stand up and yell, “Hadiya!” The baby cries when I startle him but when she comes inside, I hand him over to her. “Its time to feed him, when you’re done, take him to his room so he can get some sleep.”

  “No problem. Do you need anything?”

  “No, just keep an eye on him. Yesterday you fed him without burping him and he had vomit on his cheeks.” Hadiya reddens. “Don’t let it happen again.”

  When she’s gone Harmony says, “What are you doing with Madjesty’s baby? I might be a drunk but I know my offspring when I see it.”

  I walk up to her. And she steps back but I grab her. To my surprise my hand wraps around her forearm and my fingers touch each other. She’s so skinny its foolish. “You are so foul, Harmony. I knew you didn’t give a fuck about nobody but yourself, but you outdid yourself this time.”

  “So I’m Harmony now? Not your mother anymore?”

  “How could you steal my money and show your face here, when you knew what the cash was for? I did nothing but try to love you and it was all for nothing.”

  She laughs at me. “I can show my face here as much as I want because unless you have forgotten, this is my house.” She tries to walk away but I snatch her back.

  When she calls herself fighting me, I’m surprised at how weak she is. I slap her in the face and across the neck and her blows feel like kisses. It’s like I’m overpowering a child. I have her up against the wall and she can’t move when she tries. If only I realized I had this much power as a kid, I would’ve never let her hurt me. “Listen and listen good, you will never take advantage of me again. Ever. Do you hear what I’m saying?”

  “Are you going to let me go?”

  “I need you to hear what the fuck I am saying. You don’t want me to love you anymore, so I won’t.” She seems sad. “I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done and if you continue to fuck with me, I might hurt you.”

  She doesn’t respond because when I look behind her, in the doorway are cops. Four of them to be exact and I think they’re here for me. Because of what I did to Bernie and her friend Arizona. Who the fuck snitched? Was it Sebastian? Or Luh Rod? My thoughts are all over the place until I remember the baby. Technically my mother isn’t supposed to be around small children after fucking the boy in the bushes. Did they see the baby? My mind is all over the place until the Asian cop walks up to my mother and grabs the handcuffs from his pants, “Harmony Phillips, you are under arrest.”

  She backs up and her eye sockets stretch open. “For what?” She looks at all of them. “What did I do?”

  “For the solicitation of porn of a minor.”

  They focus on me. “Young lady, do you have anybody who can stay here with you?” I’m stuck. This is the moment I feared where I would be ripped from my home. I don’t want to live in some group home or be thrown into foster care. I can take care of myself. I always have. And what about my nephew? Where is he going to go?

  “Young lady, do you have someone who can stay here?”

  I’m about to lose it until Olive walks in and says, “I’m twenty and I can stay here with her.” It’s not until that moment that I breathe.

  THIRTEEN FLAVORS

  PROJECT SCHOOL FREAK

  Greg wipes his forehead with the red and white doo rag in his lap for the tenth time, since he left the house thirty minutes ago. His white face is flushed and he’s extremely anxious. He didn’t know what was in store for him, but he was certain after listening to his friends who used Jayden’s services on a regular, that it would be well worth the money. Normally he dumpster dived so this was a treat.

  All he was told by the girl known as O, who picked up his money, was to drive past Harry Truma
n middle school at exactly 12:00pm. He’s exhausted but the excitement wouldn’t allow him to get a minute sleep the night before. When he reaches the middle school, he’s thrown off when he sees two girls leaning on the fence and kissing each other in navy blue school uniforms.

  Tywanda’s tongue is dipped into Foxie’s mouth as she pulls her closer to her body. Foxie appears unable to hold back, as she snakes her hand under Tywanda’s pleated dress. And Tywanda’s arms are draped over Foxie’s back. Greg almost crashes when he sees the peach fuzz on Tywanda’s pussy. Although his dick stands at full attention in his khaki’s, he manages to pull himself together so he can enjoy the show. After all, he paid top bucks for the experience and didn’t want it going to waste. When he pulls up alongside of them, he rolls down his window and says, “You girls need a ride?”

  Tywanda, whose tongue is still in Foxie’s mouth looks at him and says, “I’m not supposed to ride with strangers. How do I know you won’t hurt us?” She’s in full character.

  He pops the locks, pushes the passenger door open and says, “Get in.” Although the fantasy was just as he imagined, he didn’t want to misspend too much time on wordplay either.

  Tywanda and Foxie hold hands as they ease into his car. Within five minutes, he’s parked behind a grocery store, with his pants hanging down at his knees. Tywanda is hovering over his lap, kissing him deeply in the mouth, while Foxie has her lips wrapped around the length of his dick.

  Greg grips Tywanda’s meaty ass cheeks as she suckles his tongue. She’s a hard-worker but she loves to fuck too. He can’t believe his dream is finally coming true and is so real. When he was growing up, bitches like Tywanda and Foxie never gave him the time of day. Now, he’s sitting in his car with two baby-faced whores and reliving his schoolyard dreams.

  Since Foxie is sucking his dick, Tywanda’s ass rests on the top of her head and the syrup from her pussy falls into her hair. She would tell the bitch about herself later but knew starting something with Tywanda now could start a fight. Besides, Tywanda was ‘Team Jayden’ and would tell everything she did.

  Feeling like he’s about to cum, Greg pushes Foxie out of the way. The edge of the steering wheel bangs her in the face and he could care less. He wants to be inside of Tywanda for this part of the game. Tywanda’s wet minty kisses has him geeking and he can no longer wait.

  While they do their thing, Foxie sits in the passenger seat with her arms crossed over her chest in brat-like fashion. She hates how Tywanda has full use of each ass cheek while she, on the other hand, would be lucky if she could swirl her waist. Yes she could suck the veins out of a dick, but when it came to fucking, outside of Passion, Tywanda was Queen Pussy.

  “Fuck, you for feeling so good!” Greg proclaims digging into her tightness.

  He looks over at Foxie who seems off the job. Since he paid for them both he says, “Suck my chest or something. Make yourself useful.”

  Her eyebrows rise. “What? I’m not doing that nasty shit.” She says, as if she didn’t do worse.

  Tywanda breaks her kiss and gives her ‘The Look’. Foxie showed her ass on a job before which is why she hated that Greg requested them together. She wants to be done with this shit so she can collect her share of the money when she goes back home and go about her business. But the jealous look in Foxie’s eyes tells her relief may be a long time coming.

  Realizing Foxie isn’t being a team player; Tywanda tightens her cave over School Freak’s dick and massages him with her jelly walls. His mouth opens and she nibbles on the side of his neck giving him an extra treat. She can tell by the pulsation in his dick that he’s almost there. If she keeps this up, they’ll be home by the afternoon.

  On the verge of busting, he opens his eyes and looks into her brown ones. He’s almost there so he extends his hand to Foxie again, who looks like a pouty teenager instead of the slut he paid for. Why hadn’t she sucked his hairy nipples like he asked?

  Realizing all is about to be lost, Tywanda pulls his face to hers and squirms her tongue into his mouth and gives him the whirlwind experience. In less than twenty seconds, it’s all over. He splashes his glue into her body. Since the rules say once you bust you’re done, his experience is officially over.

  “Shit!” He yells, holding her waist. “That shit was so fucking good.”

  “Glad you liked it, but how about you prove it to me by giving me a little extra.” She extends her hand and wiggles her fingers.

  He winks at her, reaches into his pocket and removes his wallet. Then he hands her one hundred dollars, which she stuffs into the pocket of her pink bra. Now that she’s been blessed with a few extra dollars, Foxie looks at her with a hung jaw. Tywanda pushes her mouth back in place. “You better handle that thing before it falls off and you lose it.”

  Foxie just knew Tywanda was going to split the money but outside of a few licks on his nuts, she didn’t fulfill her obligation. It was Tywanda who deserved Most Valuable Team Player.

  They are just about to get out of the car until Greg says, “The other girl is cheaper, but you are clearly better.” Tywanda lifts off of him and pulls down her dress. She sits in Foxie’s lap and she’s even more pissed now. She doesn’t want that stingy bitch anywhere on her.

  “What girl?”

  “I think her name is Gucci or something. She has a pretty face but she’s not about her business like you and your boss. I should’ve stuck to the professionals.”

  Tywanda looks at Foxie and shakes her head; she can’t wait to give Jayden the news.

  HARMONY

  LOCK DOWN

  This metal bed is cold under me as my new view is changed from the inside of a luxurious mansion to an evil place with bars. I can’t believe what they’re charging me with. I can’t believe they think I’d actually be that dumb. Turns out the electrician who I paid to install cameras in my home, for my own sneaky purposes, broke into my house and took the tapes. Now I know who robbed us but when I try to tell the detectives they aren’t listening. What’s fucked up is when he first installed the cameras I didn’t have the money to pay him. But when he came back and Irma was there, he got his cash so our debt was settled. What was his thing now?

  Don’t get me wrong, I’m half guilty. Yes I sold the sex tapes of me, Jace and a few random men having sex in the house to a porn company. But I was on probation for fucking the boy in the bushes outside of my house and would’ve never sold the tape of one of my daughters raping the other that the detective claimed. I was thrown back when I envisioned Madjesty on top of Jayden. I’m not the best mother but I would never want either of them to go through rape, like I went through.

  Tired of being ignored, I get up and move to the bars. I place my hands on them and stick my face through the crack to look down the hall. “Can someone please let me use the bathroom?! I think I gotta shit in here!”

  “Bitch, shut the fuck up,” one of the guards says, “you been running your mouth nonstop since you got here.” She’s a slender bitch with a lot of mouth and no hair and I guess something to prove.

  “Well unless you want me to shit on these floors, you better open this gate. I’m a human being you know…not an animal.”

  “If you shit on the floors while I’m in here, I’ma kick your head off your shoulders,” my cellmate says. The dark-skin pretty chick is evil, breathes too hard and seems mad at me for no apparent reason. I want out of here.

  With my hands back on the bars again I yell, “Let me out of here! Please! I gotta go to the bathroom.”

  When the CO stands up, she’s stomping quickly in my direction with her club swinging from her hand. I know her name is Tamira after hearing it earlier today. When I see her face, I back up but it doesn’t stop her from reaching in, snatching me by the face and banging it against the bars. My forehead accepts a wicket blow and I feel off balance. “Listen bitch, I got a lot going on today and anybody who sold porn of their daughters raping each other is the least of my worries. Now either you shut the fuck up or I’ma have somebody
hurt you.”

  “But I didn’t do it.” I whisper, as the dirty bars press against my lips. My teeth feel like they’re being pushed backwards. “I think it was the electrician, he’s the only one who knew about the cameras.”

  “So you admit to installing cameras in your daughters’ room?” I nod. She grips me tighter. “You a sick bitch. Now either shut the fuck up or I’m going to put this stick in your mouth.” She pushes me back and I go flying into the cell and against my mate.

  Oh…oh, there’s going to be a problem now. Just as I suspect my cellmate takes her fist and hits me square in the middle of my back. A tingly sensation runs down my tailbone like I’m having an epidural and enters the back of my legs. I turn over preparing to fight her but she stomps on my face with the bottom of her shoe before she bends down and grips a fistful of my hair. When I look up I see the guard smiling and its clear she won’t help me out.

  I know I’m about to die until my cellmate says, “Oh shit, what’s going on with you.” She backs up and looks down at me.

  “You’re beating my ass! That’s what!” I yell.

  She backs further away and when I place my hand between my legs, I feel blood oozing everywhere. And then I smile. She successfully beat the baby out of me. I guess going to jail was a good idea after all.

  ****

  Once again I’m in my favorite place, the hospital. My wrist is chained to the bed and I can barely move. I’m angry. I’m mad. Until a doctor walks in with the baby I spit out of my pussy. “Hi, I’m doctor Shakia Bright. I know you want to see your precious child.” She hands him to me. He’s a cute little boy with a button for a dick and a pudgy navel.

  “We can’t let you keep him too long.” The doctor says, “He’s a very sickly child.”

  I look at the white lady with the piercing blue eyes. She’s the first kind person I’d seen since being arrested. A little boy is all I ever wanted and I know I don’t deserve the moment. I don’t deserve him. I didn’t even take care of the twins. I need a drink. Badly. “Please, let me keep him for a few more seconds.”