TYCE II

by Jaudon, Shareef;Mayes, Sherdava;Anderson, Taigo

  “Oh so you’re a stripper.” Dallas sneered.

  “Oh no sweetie, I’m not a stripper, I jus’ enjoy their talents and company from time to time…jus’ like your boyfriend. Oh that reminds me Tyce, I forgot to give you my number the other night.”

  Dallas was beside herself. She couldn’t believe how bold this bitch was being! She was seconds away from giving her a fist biscuit right down her throat! She didn’t give a fuck if they were standing in this restaurant lobby or not.

  “You got your phone on you?” Sabrina ignored Dallas’s obvious irritation.

  I pulled out my cell, “Yeah go head.”

  “213 654-5341” Sabrina sang her number out proudly.

  Dallas heard her loud and clear and best believe that number was etched in her brain forever.

  “Ok well it was good to see you again Tyce and it was nice to meet you too Alice.” Sabrina smiled at her.

  “My name is Dallas!”

  “Oh my fault, I’m sorry.”

  I felt the need to interject at that point. Things were getting a little catty.

  “Did you come here alone?” I was attempting to switch the subject to her unseen date.

  “I’m meeting some friends here, they’re already inside.”

  Dallas grabbed my arm, “Well you better hoe…I mean go.”

  Sabrina cut her eyes at Dallas and grinned.

  “Well Tyce, feel free to call me when you wanna hang out…again, it would be my pleasure to give you more lap dances…my treat.”

  I said my goodbyes to her and put my arm around Dallas’s waist as we exited through the double doors and out into the parking lot. If it’s one thing I knew…it is when to leave.

  “I can’t believe that bitch! She was ‘bout to get stomped like a stage at a step show! Alice! That bitch knew my name; she did that shit on purpose! She lucky I didn’t choke the shit outta here tamale eatin’ ass!” Dallas was rolling her neck and pointing at the air.

  “I jus’ met her the other night at the club, she’s harmless.” I tried to console her. “She’s jus’ a friend, we haven’t fucked or nothin’ like that.”

  “Oh I know she hasn’t fucked you…but that bitch would like to! She’s throwin her pussy at you like a fuckin’ pitcher!” Dallas pointed at me.

  We got in my Benz, once inside the cabin I turned to face her.

  “No matter how many women wanna fuck me, I would never trade 45 minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of happiness.”

  Dallas smiled, “I know baby…I trust you…I jus’ can’t stand plottin’ ass bitches.”

  I laughed, “Me either babe, me either.”

  We Need To Talk

  The bedroom T.V. was turned off, a half empty bottle of tequila sat on the nightstand, and Ranae was sitting up in her bed with her back resting against the stacked pillows between her and the headboard. It had been two days since she found the disturbing mystery card but she was just now about to confront her husband about it. She would have done it sooner however the timing hadn’t been right; either she was giving baths, doing paperwork or something else that demanded her attention. One thing she didn’t want to do was jump to conclusions. Ranae wanted to give her man the benefit of the doubt; give him a chance to explain things to her. But, if things didn’t add up and she sensed a hint of dishonesty…she would gladly launch this tequila bottle straight at his head! Her hands folded across her chest as he walked in their bedroom.

  “Hey babe, how you doin’?” Sway addressed his wife nonchalantly.

  “I’m fine how are you?”

  He headed to the closet, “I’m ok jus’ a lil tired.”

  Ranae patiently waited for him to come out of the closet, she wanted to look him in the eyes when he answered the many questions she had lined up. Sway came out the closet wearing boxers and a T-shirt, he moved toward the bathroom rubbing his curly hair.

  “Babe, come sit next to me.” Ranae patted the bed gently.

  “I’m ‘bout to jump in the shower, give me like ten minutes.”

  “Jus’ come over here, I’m sure you’re not that dirty…the shower can wait.”

  Sway reluctantly made his way to the bed sitting on the unoccupied side. He sighed heavily as he laid his head on the fluffy pillows turning his head to the side to face his wife.

  “Do you love me?” Ranae stared at him.

  “Of course I do.”

  “Are you in love with me?” She maintained her stare.

  “Yeah, I’m in love with you, where is all this comin’ from?” Sway rolled over to his side.

  “Are you bored with our sex life?” Ranae asked bluntly.

  “Look, I don’t know where all this is comin’ from but, no I’m not bored with our sex life. I love having sex with you. I think you’re incredibly sexy.”

  Ranae kept her serious expression as she looked directly in his eyes. “Would you tell me if you were unhappy with me?”

  Sway looked confused, “I would never tell you that because it would never happen.”

  “Ok.” Was all she said.

  Satisfied he’d answered all her questions correctly, Sway went to shower. Ranae turned on the T.V. and watched an hour-long show before he finally came out. She thought it was odd for him to take such a long time showering; he usually was in and out. With water still dripping from his hair, he carelessly strolled around the room completely naked. Despite her agitated state, her pussy began to pulse at the sight of his rock hard chest and well defined thighs. The ass she never got tired of looking at flexed as he walked to the dresser to retrieve some clean underwear. Ranae took a deep breath and decide to try her luck.

  “Sway…as you can tell I’ve been drinking and you know what alcohol does to me.” She opened

  her legs slightly and began stroking her inner thighs.

  Sway turned around and smiled at her, “Yeah, alcohol makes you horny, especially tequila. I blame Mr. Jose Cuervo for us having two kids now.” Sway unfolded the boxers.

  “Leave those off and come here.”

  Ranae repositioned herself on the edge of the bed as her sexy man approached her. She came face to face with his dick taking in the scent of honey butter body wash as her nose brushed against the pink tip. She licked her lips, and then teasingly licked the head, leaving her hands on the mattress. In one swift motion, she lifted his dick up with her tongue and sucked softly taking him into her wet mouth. Her jaws held him hostage while her tongue ran laps around his shaft. The circular rhythm was slow and steady, she hummed softy as she worked closing her eyes and imagining what would happen next. The temperature began to rise inside her pussy, the combination of passion and the buzz from the alcohol was an intoxicating mix that was making her crave hot spontaneous sex! However, there was just one problem.

  Sway was as limp as a boiled spaghetti noodle.

  Ranae stopped her dick sucking duties abruptly, “What’s wrong?”

  “What do you mean, why’d you stop nuthin’ is wrong.”

  “Oh really, then what’s up with this?” Ranae flicked his lifeless cock with her finger.

  Sway backed up, “Damn, don’t be so impatient jus give it a minute.”

  “It has been a minute; we haven’t had sex in over a month! Normally you’d be standing at attention, unless you already…” Ranae paused

  looking up at him accusingly.

  “Already what?”

  “Unless you already fucked somebody!”

  Sway’s eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared. He walked back to dresser, snatched the boxers off the top, and put them on angrily.

  Ranae grabbed the bottle off the nightstand, “Well?” “Well what?”

  She sighed heavily, “Don’t play dumb…WHO HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKIN’!?”

  “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

  Ranae stood up to her full 5.5 frame, “I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT YOU!!! YOU’VE CHANGED, I THINK YOU’RE FUCKIN’ ANOTHER BITCH!!”

  “This conversation is ridiculous…I’m not ‘
bout to sit up here and deal with this bull shit!”

  “YES YOU ARE!! WERE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS SHIT!!”

  “No the fuck we aint…I’m gone.”

  Sway hurried to the closet to grab some clothes. He got dressed in a few seconds and attempted to leave the room. Ranae moved from the side of the bed to the doorway blocking the only way out.

  “Move.” He walked up on her.

  “NO!!”

  “Move Ranae.”

  “NO, YOU’RE GONNA TELL ME WHO SHE IS SWAY!! WHO’S THE BITCH?!!”

  Sway’s jaws clenched in anger, he was beginning to get frustrated with this whole scene. Maintaining his cool was becoming increasingly difficult as his wife tried to block his exit.

  He closed his eyes and sighed, “I’m not fuckin’ anybody else, now please move.”

  A good ole fashion standoff was taking place right in the doorway of their master bedroom. She knew Sway could easily pick her 130-pound body up and fling her through the air. This wasn’t their first argument by any means but it was the most intense. Thoughts of their children and the glass bottle she was still holding crept into her mind as she contemplated what to do next. To avoid a potentially violent altercation, she decided to let him leave. If it was one lesson she learned from her mother growing up, it was knowing when to fight and when to walk away.

  Ranae shifted her body to the side. “Go head, leave.”

  Sway didn’t hesitate one second before he brushed by his wife’s shoulder and walked down the hallway toward the stairs. He quickly made his way to the garage shaking his head back and forth as he climbed into his truck. The huge garage door slowly went up and he saw freedom in the rearview mirror.

  Ranae watched from the bay window of the living room as her husband drove his Denali down the driveway and onto the dark street. Standing there alone in the stillness of her home, she remembered another lesson her mother taught her…never let your left hand know what your right hand is doing.

  The luxury SUV parked around the corner. Sway laid his head back against the seat and exhaled slowly. His mind was in a fog. He tried to focus his thoughts and steady his mind but just couldn’t do it. What the hell just happened? How did shit get so twisted?

  He searched for his phone finding it under his leg. Although he didn’t feel like talking to his wife, there was one woman that he didn’t mind talking to.

  Angelique was sitting on her bed balancing her checkbook when her phone rang. Looking over at it, she smiled when she seen who it was.

  She quickly answered it, “Hey you.”

  “Wasup…can you talk?” He asked cautiously. Angelique locked her bedroom door and flopped down on her bed, “Yeah what’s on your mind?”

  Serious

  I woke up at 6 a.m. and felt the warmth of Dallas’s curvy ass pressed up against the small of my back. We started out the night cuddling in her bed but separated after about 15 minutes. All the niggas that sing these love songs talking about holding a woman in their arms all night long were full of shit. You can’t get a good night’s rest with somebody holding you all night. Plus, Dallas sleeps to wild, not to mention how hot it gets with two grown ass adults all up on each other under a thick ass comforter. That shit was unrealistic in my eyes.

  I didn’t want to wake her so I did my best to slide out the bed unnoticed. As soon as she felt the mattress move from the shift in weight, her eyes opened up slowly.

  “Trying to hit and run huh?” She smiled at me.

  I loved her humor and quick wittedness, Dallas always kept me laughing.

  “Yeah, I was gonna leave my number on the nightstand with a note that said thanks for the ride

  the ride lady.”

  She pushed my shoulder, “You’re so silly. What time is it?”

  “It’s 6 o’clock, I was trying not to wake you up…you know you need your beauty sleep.”

  “Please, I could sleep two minutes a month and still be fine.” She said snapping her finger.

  “I know that’s right, you look good on a bad day huh?” I fed her ego some breakfast.

  “Damn right, don’t let me get my eyebrows arched and my hair done…a bitch can’t tell me shit.” She chuckled.

  At that moment, Angelique came in the room interrupting the early morning pillow talk we were having.

  “Oh, there you are, I was looking for you.” She stood in the doorway eating a piece of raisin toast.

  I smiled at her, “Morning babe.”

  “Good morning you two, how’d you sleep?” She sauntered over to the bed and plopped down.

  “I slept good.”

  “Me too.” Dallas chimed in.

  Angelique swiftly changed her expression from happy to concerned.

  “Tyce, I need to talk to you.”

  I rubbed my chest and met her gaze, “Ok, wasup?”

  She stopped eating her toast and sighed before she spoke.

  “I’m a lil concerned about this situation with Diego. I mean I jus’ think you’re not taking this seriously enough. He’s dangerous, we really need to talk about what we’re gonna do. I don’t wanna see you get hurt…or worse.”

  Dallas was quiet as she waited for my response. I could

  tell she was a little worried herself but tried to hide it behind a tough exterior.

  “Don’t worry, it may seem like I’m taking this lightly but I’m not. I can handle Diego.” I tried to console her.

  “I jus’ feel left out; I mean we feel left out. We’re a trio and it’s like you don’t need us to help you handle this nigga.”

  Angelique never ceased to amaze me. Here she was dying to clip a nigga on my behalf…what a woman.

  “Listen to me, this Diego shit should all be over in a few days. In the mean time I’ma do me, wherever, whenever, and however. Fuck Diego and his brother, I got plans for them. I jus’ need you both to be extra careful. And since you bring it up Angelique…I hate to be the warden type nigga but I can’t have you MIA for hours and hours. I aint trying to keep tabs on you but until this blows over, I need to know where you at.” Angelique touched my thigh, “I know I’ve been kinda busy lately but I promise to be careful and keep you posted.”

  “Alright that’s my girl. Ay, since you’re up and dressed already, you mind swinging by the Four Seasons hotel and reserving a suite?”

  “Sure, for how many days?”

  “Jus’ make it a week.”

  Dallas sat up in the bed, exposing her bare breasts as the covers fell to her lap.

  “What’s the room for?”

  “I’m jus’ makin’ some accommodations for a friend of mine.” I answered easily.

  “Oh ok. Ohhhhh shit Angelique, let me tell you ‘bout this bitch the other night!”

  Knowing what was coming next, I decided to leave the room and head to my own. It was too early in the morning for all that drama.

  After I took a shower and got dressed, I went to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. The refrigerator normally was stocked full of shit but I had a hard time finding anything to eat. I guess Angelique didn’t have time to go shopping this week. So I ended up with a cinnamon roll and washed it down with the last little bit of orange juice in the carton.

  I decided to get my Michael Jordan on and shoot a basket using the empty carton as a make shift basketball. The carton landed on top of an over flowing trash can. I took that as an obvious sign to take the trash out to the dumpster, plus I remembered it was trash day in my upscale community and in this neighborhood you had to have your trash out by the curb by eight or you’d miss out.

  It was a beautiful morning as I carried the trash bag in one hand and pushed the full barrel with the other toward the curb. I always thought it was a man’s job to take out the trash. Whenever I saw a woman taking trash out I felt it was beneath her…that’s just the way I saw it. I’d almost made it to the street when the bag busted and trash spilled all over my new Nike sandals. Bottles, eggshells, milk jugs, dirty paper towels, and everything else you could imagine
came tumbling out onto the ground. I cursed the weak ass plastic bag; I started to walk back to the house to get a fresh bag to clean all the shit up when I noticed something strange. I kneeled down to get a closer look and sure enough, peeking out from underneath a bread wrapper-I seen it.

  It was a slender white and purple box with the words EPT written all over it. I knew exactly what those letters stood for and I wasted no time pulling out the contents. A white stick that resembled a thermometer was in my hands, and inside the little window, I saw two pink lines. I knew it was a pregnancy test but I had no clue what two pink lines meant…so I read the instructions on the side of the box.

  In small print, the manufactures of the popular test informed me that two pink lines indicated a positive result. Two pink lines meant that either Angelique or Dallas was pregnant.