“Honey,” Desirae said. “He couldn’t get enough of this. I hear…well, never mind.”
“Naw, what?” Shawna said, wanting to know what Desirae was going to say. “Tell me what the fuck you been hearing.”
Desirae glanced away for a moment then straight back into Shawna’s face. She decided she might as well keep it real. At least, from her point of view, her conscious would be clear. She would at least be helping another black chick learn a thing or two about how to keep a nigga around, cause this chick obviously needed some advice.
“Well…” Desirae started. “Let’s just say that you can’t exactly give Tron what it is that he need, or at least that is what he was telling me when he spent the night.” She knew the last few words would really send the chick over the edge. “Oops, my bad,” she added. “You probably wasn’t supposed to know that. Anyway, yeah, when he would spend the night, let’s just say it was made very, very, very clear to me that you need to work on your skills. Tron is a real man, not a boy, honey. You need to act like it.”
“You little hoe,” Shawna said, now starting to lose her cool.
“Girl, you got one more time to call me out my name,” Desirae let her know right away. “Don’t be mad at me cause your shit is dry and you can’t suck dick and shit. I heard about you. I know why you salty. I heard your ass was dryer than the desert.”
“You will do anything to take some other chick’s man from them,” Shawna said.
Desirae rolled her eyes. “Girl, boo,” she said. “The funny thing is, I didn’t even have to try. All I had to do was let Tron get a good look at what he obviously has been missing. The rest was history. He couldn’t wait to come over and get with a real chick who really know what she doing. You know what? Rather than being mad at me, why don’t you go learn some things so maybe, just maybe, you’ll have a better chance at keeping the next nigga at home. Girl, you just look like the type of bitch that can’t keep no man, so this is your last resort…come up to my job, trying to start shit with me over some nigga that, well last he told me, ain’t even trying to be with your simple ass. Bitches really do be thirsty, don’t they?”
Shawna started to say something, but she then decided that no matter what she said at that moment, there would be no words that could match how she was feeling. Deep down, she could feel her soul being crushed even more than it had been when she called Tron that day and could hear him getting it in with this Desirae chick – even more than when she went to the club that night and got her first up close and personal look at what Tron was doing over on the south side. The level of disrespect that she was getting from this chick was just too much and she knew that there was no way that she was ever going to be able to live with herself if she didn’t set her straight right then and there.
Without even thinking, Shawna reached out and slapped Desirae clear across her face like there was no tomorrow.
“Talk shit again, bitch,” Shawna said. “And I’mma really put a hurting on that ass, you dick-sucking hoe. That’s all you do prolly is be on your knees, sucking any ole nigga’s dick that will give you a little bit of attention.”
No job in the world meant that much to Desirae for her to let Tron’s chick slap her across the face. Before she even knew what she was doing, Desirae had hurried from behind that counter and was ready for action.
Just then, Desirae started swinging at Shawna. Backing away, Shawna missed the first couple of licks but then was hit by the last few. Out of reflex, while the side of her face was stinging from where Desirae had made contact, Shawna started swinging back in self-defense. Curse words hurled between the two of them as they swung and pulled hair like there was no tomorrow.
At first, Desirae had the upper hand just by her size alone. However, after a couple of minutes, Shawna was really getting fired up. The very thought of Tron going over on the south side and fucking some department store hoe was just too much for her to contain her feelings. It was all just too much for her to handle. Within the flash of a second, Shawna had grabbed a handful of Desirae’s hair and pulled her down toward the department store floor while their fighting arms and legs knocked over racks that were near the counter.
“Fuck you, bitch!” Desirae yelled, trying to get free of Shawna’s grip. “You fuckin’ ugly ass bitch.”
By this point, Shawna had started to push Desirae’s head into the lower part of the department store counter. As much as she hated what she was doing in a public place, she knew that it was making her feel better. Without a doubt, Desirae was getting what was coming to her and Shawna was going to keep on giving it to her.
Desirae reached up and started scratching at Shawna’s face, but she still couldn’t get free of her grip with her hair. Shawna pulled her head out from in front of her and, with her other hand, started punching her in her face over and over again. Next thing either of them knew, there were two security guards. One had grabbed Shawna by her arms and was pulling her back from the fight while the other was helping Desirae to get up off of the floor.
“Now what, bitch, huh?” Shawna said, clearly pumped from just giving Desirae what she really deserved. “Now what, huh?”
The security guards – two middle-aged white men – were telling them both to knock it off as they restrained them both in their own spaces and told them that the police were already on their way.
“Bitch, fuck you!” Desirae said, trying to break free of the security guard’s grip so she could show this chick what she was really made of. “Let me go so I can beat this bitch’s ass.”
“Girl, you can’t beat my ass,” Shawna said. “Bitch, all you good for is being on your back and on your knees. Shit, for all we know, you probably suck both of these security guards’ dicks when the store close. I already know you probably swallow that shit too.”
“Why the fuck y’all holding me?” Desirae said. “This bitch came up in this store and attacked me and now y’all talkin’ bout y’all gon arrest me. She attacked me. I’m the fuckin’ victim. I was over here minding my business and here she come with her ghetto shit, attacking me.”
“Girl, whatever,” Shawna said. “This hoe work here and she attacked me. I’m the fuckin’ customer and shit.”
Soon enough, the police came.
“I wanna press charges on her,” Desirae said as the police were trying to determine who had thrown the first blow. “On top of all that, I’m pregnant.”
The word pregnant rang out over and over again in Shawna’s mind.
“Bitch, what the fuck did you say?” Shawna asked. “You fuckin’ pregnant? Who the fuck you pregnant by, huh? Who the fuck got your nasty ass pregnant?”
The police officer started to put the handcuffs on both of them, doing Desirae first while also looking at the wounds on her face from the beat down she had just gotten.
“Bitch, why don’t you go ask your nigga?” Desirae responded.
At that moment, everything that Shawna knew and loved fell to a thousand little bitty pieces. If anything that this chick was saying was actually true, she felt disgusted at the very thought.
Chapter 9
That night at Honeys East, Tron was not his usual self. His mind was elsewhere even as the club slowly filled up with men who stood around in groups and watched the girls dance up on the stage.
“Man, you betta get some of that pussy,” Tyrese said, smiling.
All of the dancers heard that stuff had fallen apart between Tron and Shawna. With Tron being the tallest and best looking compared to Tyrese, so many of the girls were practically throwing themselves at Tron. One had even gone so far as to ask him what he was doing after closing. Tron, on the other hand, simply couldn’t pay those chicks any mind. Rather, he was just too preoccupied with everything that he had going on. He was slowly trying to work things out with Shawna while also trying to get Desirae to see that she should go ahead and have an abortion rather than bring a child into the world who would be born into a situation that was already bad.
“Man, fuck
that shit,” Tron said in response to Tyrese. The two of them were chilling in Tron’s office. “I ain’t got time to be fuckin’ them hoes like you.”
“I guess you right,” Tyrese said, sarcastically. “You going to be a daddy and shit soon, so I guess you betta be getting your priorities and shit in order.”
“Nigga, fuck you,” Tron said, shaking his head. “And watch how loud you fuckin’ say that shit. I don’t need all these hoes up in here knowing that shit.”
“Nigga, why?” Tyrese wanted to know. “You know chicks love a nigga who is a daddy. Have you ever been to the park when a dude is pushing a stroller? Man…he got bitches throwing pussy his way left and right. Man, you betta use that shit to your advantage. I know I would be if I was you, nigga… for real.”
The rest of the night was pretty much business as usual for Tron and Tyrese. The girls danced, collecting dollars from older men who came up in the club and were making it rain. By the end of the night, around two or three o’clock in the morning, since it was a week night, the men started to head home. It was snowing again – nothing heavy, but there was no telling how long it would go on. When they closed the doors, the staff started to clean up while the girls were in the dressing room getting their clothes on.
Despite a successful night, Tron was still stressed. He had to give some thought as to how he and Tyrese were going to rebrand the club to make up for all the negative publicity the club had in the news lately. On top of all that, if Shawna was not on his mind, then Desirae sure was. While he waited on everything to finish up, he was becoming more and more sure that Desirae had stopped taking her birth control on purpose just so she could have a baby by him. That was the only thing that made any sort of sense to him.
When the club was finally quieting down and the girls were heading out, Tron looked up to find Cinnamon at his door.
“Hey, Mister Tron,” the thirty-four-year old said.
Tron looked up, always having found this chick to be thick in all the right ways. If he were his old self, he might smash her. However, his mind just wasn’t in the right place for all that right then.
“What the fuck is up with you tonight?” she asked.
“Shit,” Tron answered. “Just got a lot on my mind is all. I mean, it has been a rough couple of weeks for me.”
Cinnamon walked into the room. She was wearing only a t-shirt and some tight, red sweat-pants that hugged her hips so nicely that Tron could not help but notice.
“What’s up?” he asked, wondering what she wanted.
Just then, she pushed the door closed and turned around. “Tron,” she said. “I’mma need for you to chill out for a minute. Relax. I mean, damn, you look stressed.”
Tron chuckled. “That’s one way of putting it,” he said. “I am definitely that. Ain’t been getting no good sleep or nothing.”
“Damn, I’m sorry to hear that,” Cinnamon, whose real name was Releesha, said. “That’s why I came to check on you. The girls in the dressing room was wondering what was up with you and if it was something that we did or something.”
Tron shook his head. “Naw,” he said. “It ain’t y’all. Don’t y’all worry. It’s just some shit that’s been going on in my personal life is all. For real, don’t worry about it.”
Just then, Tron could feel Cinnamon’s eyes barreling down on him. When he looked up at her, he noticed how she really was all right looking, for her age, in the face. Her body, on the other hand, was a ten in his eyes. Cinnamon then stepped behind Tron, Tron noticed the way her thick hips pushed against his chair as she did so, and she put her hands on his shoulders.
“Damn, Tron,” she said. “What a bitch gotta do to get you to relax?”
Tron could not even front on himself. With everything that he had going on right now, it felt so good to have a chick rubbing his shoulders. Before he knew it, Cinnamon was on her knees between his legs. His belt buckle was coming undone and he felt a warm mouth slowly sliding down his shaft. At first, he had thought to himself that he wasn’t going to allow it to happen. However, once Cinnamon had made her way three-fourths of the way down, Tron just went ahead and let it happen, knowing that he deserved it, and he leaned his head back while she did her thing.
Chapter 10
The next day, Tron woke up feeling kind of good. While so many things about what was going on in his life with either Desirae or Shawna were still up in the air, getting a little head last night in his office at the club sure didn’t hurt. As he was leaned back in his chair, Tyrese had knocked at the door and actually started to enter. When he saw Cinnamon’s head bobbing up and down in Tron’s lap, he simply smiled and backed out of the room, saying that would see him whenever he got home.
Out of instinct, Tron grabbed his phone. Deep down, he was probably looking to see if either Shawna or Desirae had called or texted him. When he unlocked his phone and looked, he saw that neither of them had. He realized that it was nearly noon, and he knew that he had some errands to run to get his day going. He got up, picked out what he was going to wear, and took a shower. No sooner had he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, there was a knock at his bedroom door.
“What, nigga?” he said, assuming that the person at the door was going to be Tyrese. To Tron’s surprise, however, he turned and found that there were actually two people at his bedroom door: Shawna and Desirae. Shocked, as any dude would be, he just stood and looked at the two chicks in his life, side by side. Instantly, he noticed how they both looked as if they had been fighting recently.
“What the fuck are you two doing here?” Tron asked.
“Look at him,” Shawna said. “Acting all surprised to see us.”
“Nice place you got here, Tron,” Desirae said. “Too bad this is my first time coming to it, and it has to be on these kinds of terms.”
“Who let y’all up in here?” Tron asked.
“Nigga, I know you ain’t forgot that I still fuckin’ live here,” Shawna said. “I saw your buddy, Tyrese, downstairs. He just so happened to be on his way out when we was coming up with the key, so it was easy.”
Tron had never been this nervous in his life. In fact, the last thing he ever would have expected to see in a million years was Shawna and his side chick, Desirae, standing side by side one another and coming into the bedroom.
“Aight then,” Tron said. “So, I mean, what’s up? What are the both of y’all doing here?”
Desirae snickered then Shawna did the same.
“Nigga, some old stupid shit, believe it or not,” Desirae said.
“Yeah, we both just got out of jail,” Shawna said.
Tron’s eyes practically bugged out of his face. “Jail!” he said. “What the hell was the two of you doin’ in jail and shit? What the fuck is goin’ on?”
“Well, we got into our feelings yesterday up at the mall,” Shawna said. “And next thing you know, we into it and shit and being carried off to jail…all over some nigga, at that.”
“What?” Tron said. “What the fuck are you talkin’ bout, Shawna?”
“Let us do some of the talking,” Desirae said. “I feel so stupid as it is, for all the games you played with me….with us…and shit. So, we got out from the county lock up this morning and, after spending quite a bit of time in there together, we decided to stop through here and pay you a little visit.”
“So, is it true?” Shawna asked. “Huh, Tron? Is it true?”
“Is what true, Shawna?” Tron wanted to know.
“Is it true that she is pregnant with your baby?” Shawna asked.
Just then, Tron could feel his heartbeat speeding up. He had never been this nervous in his life, and he sure was not ready for Shawna to come to him asking that question.
“I mean, I don’t know,” he answered.
“Nigga, stop with the bullshit!” Desirae said. “You know this baby I’m carrying belong to you and I don’t even know why you wanna act like it don’t.”
“So, you fuckin’ around on me
and gettin’ other chicks pregnant and shit, and once again, here you go lying in my face like I am just some dummy that don’t know shit about the fuckin’ world!” Shawna said.
“Baby, it’s not that,” Tron said, trying to explain.
“Baby?” Desirae said. “Which one of us?”
Just then, Tron started stammering, trying to think of what he could possibly say to explain.
“Look at him, girl,” Shawna said, shaking her head. “Just like a dumb nigga.”
“Girl, yes,” Desirae said, smacking her lips together and shaking her head. “Look at him. Just pitiful. Nigga, and just so you know, I am keeping this baby with all that talk about abortion you was doing.”
“You hear that, Tron?” Shawna asked, looking full of rage. “You gon’ be a daddy. Ain’t that exciting?”
“Fuck, I knew I shoulda never messed around with that hoe,” Tron said, to himself, talking about Desirae.
“Yeah, you was calling her a hoe while you was over at her place telling her this and that about our relationship,” Shawna said. “I already know.”
“And I can’t believe I fell for you like that,” Desirae said. “And all this time, you was playing us both, telling us both what we wanted to hear. I swear to God about one – no, two things. One, you ain’t gon never see this baby once I have it. And two, I be damned if I go on just being your fuckin’ piece of ass…your side chick.”
Before Tron could even think of anything he could possibly say, Desirae and Shawna had jumped across the room. Swinging with all of their might, the two chicks really laid it in on Tron. They both let out all of their anger and frustration, hitting him any and everywhere, as fast as they could. Tron, ducking and dodging their swings, tried to move out of the way while keeping his towel around his waist.
“Nigga, fuck you!” Shawna yelled as she swung. “Fuck you, you lyin’ ass nigga. I swear!”
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