Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs)

by Clark, Wahida

  “Can’t stand the heat?” he asked, letting her go and allowing her to sit so that he could close the door.

  “What heat? I don’t feel nothing.”

  “Oh, you feel it. I’ma ask you to stop playin’ with a nigga,” he said, starting the Benz and pulling off with Mecca right behind them.

  “So why can’t you roll with us?” Sanette asked Roz. Mecca and Shanna burst out laughing.

  “I don’t know what you laughin’ at. Bo is up in there,” Roz said.

  Shanna turned serious. “You lyin’. I didn’t see his car.”

  “No, I’m not. They’re in the back shooting craps, and the dick-suckin’ chickens are all posted up.”

  “Oh, hell no! I gotta go back. Drop me off, Mecca. I’ll catch y’all the next time.”

  “Y’all are some crazy bitches,” Mecca said, beeping the horn to get Kay’s attention.

  “Never again!” She screamed.

  When he pulled over she told him to stay right there because they had to go back and drop Shanna off at the club.

  “I can’t believe y’all! Roz you bailin’ on us. Shanna you bailin’, and Angel done bailed. Y’all are so wrong. We were supposed to be goin’ together. And Roz, you coulda told Trae to eat at the club. They got food in there.” Mecca was going off.

  They all started laughing at her. “I now see why you don’t have a man,” Roz said.

  “I’m sorry to mess up our girls’ night out, but I would be real stupid to tell Trae ‘Fuck you! Eat at the club, nigga! I’m going out!’ You got me twisted. I probably could get away with it, but I ain’t gonna go out like that. That nigga pays all of my bills, down to my magazine subscriptions. I’m driving a 2001 Benz. And what year is this? Yeah, 2001, and it’s in my name. He treats me good, and I’m not even going to mention his bedroom skills. So when my man says he’s hungry and needs to bust a nut, I’m gonna be the perfect lady and oblige, happily. Later for the club. I can go clubbin’ anytime. You need to take some lessons my sista ’cause, obviously, you don’t know what’s up!”

  “Nah, she don’t know,” Shanna said, opening the car door.

  “I’m outta here. I’m getting ready to crash this damn crap game.”

  “Whatever, ho. Handle your business,” Mecca told her, and pulled off. Then she turned to Roz.

  “Bitch you should have hooked me up with Kay, instead of Angel’s ass. That nigga is too fine. I like his build. He’s big, but not bulky. He got the six-pack goin’ on, big muscular arms, and to top it off, he’s bowlegged. That ho can’t handle him. Plus, do you really think that Miss ‘I ain’t fuckin’ no drug dealers, I’m waitin’ on Snake’ is gonna give him some?

  “Hell fuckin no.” She answered her own question.

  “What a fuckin waste. I know she ain’t going to fuck the nigga.”

  “Yes she is. It’s just a matter of time. That ho is dying to give

  up the pussy, especially to him,” Tasha stated matter-of-factly.

  “I’m dyin’ to give it up, too. He was all over her, tonguin’ her down, playing in her hair! Did you hear him say fuck that lawyer nigga?” Mecca asked. They all laughed.

  “I am really hatin’ right about now ”

  “Yeah, I heard. Lawyer boy obviously ain’t game-tight. I heard everything. I was tryin’ not to be nosy but couldn’t help over-hearing,” Sanette said.

  “And stop hatin’!”

  Chapter 10

  When Trae put the key in the door, Tasha was just fixing his late.

  “Yo ma, it smells good,” Trae said, moving up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her on the cheek. “You miss me?”

  “You know I do. You could’ve at least called. I would rather hear your voice than get flowers and stuffed animals that I have no more space for,” Tasha vented.

  “Aren’t we cranky? Must be that time.”

  “I’m not cranky. I just miss you. That’s all.”

  “This time next month all this runnin’ will be over. Then you’ll be tired of having me around.” She didn’t respond. “Did you hear what I said?”

  “I heard you,” she answered.

  “It’s almost over.”

  “I hope so. What would you like to drink?” she asked, not wanting to get her hopes up too high.

  “It don’t matter.” Trae went into the living room, sat on the couch, and grabbed the remote. When Tasha came into the living room he was going back and forth between CNN and ESPN. She set his dinner tray down on the coffee table. “Thank you baby.”

  “Pleasure’s all mine,” she told him, returning to the kitchen.

  She came back with a bowl of sliced strawberries, a can of whipped cream, honey, and a spoon. She sat down next to Trae, who was already eating. Trae watched her pour honey on the strawberries, drown them in whipped cream, and dig in with her spoon.

  “Oh God! This is so good.” She moaned through the whole bowl, putting the last spoonful to his lips.

  “Nah, go ahead and enjoy,” he said.

  “I was starting to get jealous. I thought you were getting ready to bust a nut over there.” “Baby don’t be “J” she cooed. “I’ll go fix you a bowl.”

  “I already told you I wanted peaches and cream for dessert, not

  strawberries and cream.” He was staring at her.

  She squirted some whipped cream onto the spoon and gulped it down.

  “Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” She squirted some more whipped cream into her bowl, scooped some up on her finger, and this time Trae methodically licked the cream off of her finger. Then he kissed her, running his tongue across her lips.

  “Why you keep lookin’ at me like that?”

  “Because I think you’re pregnant.”

  “Pregnant? Baby I’ve been taking my birth control pills like clockwork. I can’t be pregnant.” She got indignant.

  “When is the last time you had a period?”

  “I believe the pill has been making it irregular. So we can’t go by that.”

  “A’ight, you know your body,” Trae said, polishing off his plate with a smirk on his face.

  “Trae do you feel that all of this hustlin’ you’re doin’ is worth it?” she asked, breaking the silence.

  “As long as you’re with me, hell, yeah! You the biggest thing in my little itty-bitty world. I promise you my hustlin’ days are just about over.”

  After Tasha cleaned up the kitchen, they showered together then went to bed. Tasha climbed on top of Trae and began kissing him nice and slow, sliding her tongue in and out and sucking his lips. When he put his tongue back into her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it, sucked it nice and slow for a while, then changed to sucking it hard and fast. Then she went back to the soft and sensual kisses. She could see that Trae was really enjoying it but stopped anyway to grab a pillow, placing it under his neck and back.

  “You know that you’re all I need, right?” He told her. “Shut up Trae. I want to fuck and get sucked.”

  She sucked his tongue and licked his lips some more before raising up and allowing him to slide inside her. He reached up and began massaging her breasts.

  “They’re sore, Trae.” He let them go and grabbed her butt to pull her closer. He watched her movements get faster and faster until she came. He flipped her over and played with her clit, licking it until she came again.

  “Ma, your legs are getting heavier and heavier,” he teased, as he unwrapped them from around his neck. He then climbed on top of her to lick on her nipples.

  She moaned and gently put her hands back on his head, then motioned for him to go back where he just came from. He ran his tongue down the middle of her chest to her stomach and navel then up and down the inside of her thighs before zoning in on her clit, making her cum again with more intensity than the previous time. He unwrapped her legs before flipping her over onto her stomach, bending her knees, and pushing them all the way up. He squeezed her hips tight and slid all the way in.

  “Trae
,” she moaned. “Trae.” The deeper he went in, the harder he got, and the louder she moaned. Trae was now in the zone, grinding faster and faster.

  “Trae baby, slow down. It’s hurting,” she whined. He pulled back some and came soon after that. He rolled off her and started laughing.

  She turned over and sat up. “What’s so funny? You were hurting me,” she said, punching him in the chest.

  He rolled over and grabbed her around the waist causing her to fall back onto his chest.

  “Stop playing!” she complained. “You were hurting me.”

  He got on top of her, pinned her down and whispered in her ear, “I told you ‘you’re pregnant’!” Then he rolled off her. She sat up to get out of the bed, but he pulled her back down. “I’m telling you, Tash, you’re pregnant.”

  “How would you know?”

  He reached over and turned on the lamp. “Look at your breasts. Look at how full they are and how dark they are around the nipples. I don’t care what you say, but you ain’t had no period in a while. And look at all them fuckin’ strawberries you been eatin’ strawberries and cream, strawberry milkshakes, strawberry daiquiris. You have never eaten strawberries like that before. But the most important thing is your cervix door is closed shut. Any other time, I’m able to go deep as I can and you love it. Now I’m hittin’ up against that wall and it’s hurting. Accept it. Them fuckin’ birth control pills didn’t work. Not this time.”

  “No, fuck that!” She covered her face with a pillow.

  “Baby I really hope that you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

  “What’s up with the disappointment?”

  She ignored him. “How you know how it feels to fuck a pregnant woman? I thought you didn’t have any kids.”

  “Remember the day I asked Kay when he called why he gave that bitch my cell number? That was his sister. I used to fuck with her. She got pregnant, but at four and a half months, got an abortion. If she wasn’t Kay’s sister, I would have blown her fuckin’ brains out. I haven’t spoken with her since.”

  “Why the hell was she calling you, then?”

  “Every so often she tries to get me to talk to her so that she can give me some bullshit story on why she killed my baby. She wants me to forgive her and pretend like nothing happened.”

  “Why did she do it? And why did she wait so late?”

  “Being a fuckin’ evil, vindictive bitch.”

  “I don’t even want to know what you did to make her go that far.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Was you fuckin’ around on her?”

  “Am I fuckin’ around on you?”

  “I don’t think you are. I hope you’re not because if I catch you I’m fuckin’ you up. Was you fuckin’ around on her?”

  “Yeah, I was, but that don’t got shit to do with killing my baby.”

  “Y’all niggas got a lot of nerve. We have to be true to keep y’all, but y’all can fuck around.”

  “I ain’t fuckin’ around on you Tash. Those were my wildin’ out days. I told you already ‘you’re all I need.’ Trust and believe that. Now back to my question. Why are you so disappointed?”

  “I’m not ready to have a baby. You know I want to give you a baby, but not now.”

  “How come not now? There’s never a perfect time.”

  “I’d prefer that you wouldn’t be in the game where your odds for going to jail or getting buried are stacked against you. You asked me to take a chance with you, not you and a baby. That’s asking too much.”

  “I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I love you, and you love me, right?”

  “You know that, but that still doesn’t have anything to do with you being around. Plus, I’m looking forward to putting my degree to use very soon. A baby will delay that.” She tried to make him understand.

  “I ain’t goin’ nowhere. We got money. We can work through this and get a live-in nanny so you still can do whatever you want to do. We’ll be fine. I promise. It’s me and you. I ain’t going nowhere,” he said.

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Just trust me and have my baby, a’ight? Do you love me?” he asked.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Are you gonna trust me and give me a big ol’ healthy son?”

  “You promise you won’t leave us?”

  “Promise.”

  “Do you love me?” she asked him.

  “Yeah, I do. I love you and our baby. I need you to trust me Tasha.”

  The next day he took her to the doctor. She was six weeks pregnant even though she was on the pill. Trae was ecstatic.

  Chapter 11

  Trae and Tasha had to go to New York to get something to wear to Kay’s birthday party this coming Saturday. Trae had booked the ballroom at the Ritz Carlton in New York and hired Fat Man Scoop as the deejay.

  They first stopped at a Gucci shop where Trae picked out a stomach-revealing black spider wrap for Tasha and a silk pin-striped miniskirt. She picked out a pair of black Jimmy Choo sandals and a bag to match. Trae topped it off with a pair of diamond earrings. Her tab came to $8,300. They continued to his tailor where he showed them her pin-striped skirt and he had a suit made to match. He also got some black gators, a pair of black Stacy Adams, and they were ready to floss. His tab came to $6,900.

  Angel and Tasha were riding over to see Kyra and the baby when Angel’s cell phone rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Red, what up?”

  “It’s all about you, Kaylin,” she purred like a sexy kitten.

  “That’s what a nigga needs to hear,” he said, smiling. “I’m picking you up in the morning so we can go shopping and get this weekend poppin’ right.”

  “I have to work, Kaylin. Can’t we go later on in the evening?”

  “Take a half day and I’ll pick you up at the job.”

  She knew there was no way out of it. Whatever Kaylin wanted, he got. Plus, his party was a few hours away. “Call me at eleven, and I’ll tell you what time to come.”

  “A’ight, I can do that.”

  “Tell me, Kaylin, what kind of birthday present do I get for a man who already has everything?”

  “I already told you I want you for my birthday present.” “Kaylin, I’m serious.”

  “I’m serious, too. I want to tie you up and tongue-kiss the kitty cat. That’s the only present I care about. You gonna hook a brotha up for his birthday or what? I thought you just said that it was all about me,” he teased. “I’m getting mixed messages.”

  “I did. I’m already your date. Don’t you think that’s enough?”

  “You just asked me what I wanted for my birthday so I told you.”

  Angel laughed. “I guess I set myself up for that one. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Kaylin.”

  “Hold up! Why are you rushing me off the phone?”

  “What else do you have to say, Kaylin?”

  “I need to ask you something personal.”

  “What is it?”

  “Are you orgasmic?”

  “Kay, that is personal and none of your business.”

  “It will be my business. Are you?”

  “Why do you need to know?”

  “Because I want to know what I’m working with. I have to plan my strategy. Some females don’t have orgasms. Some can only have one big one, and others are able to cum again and again. Which category are you in?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know!”

  “Oh, so you’re not going to answer my question?”

  “No. Why don’t you tell me what am I working with. How long can you keep it up? One minute? Two? Five?” She looked at Tasha and mouthed, “Watch this.”

  “No,” she said.

  “Let me guess. Word is, most brothas that work out a lot and have those nice bodies got a small dick. Therefore, you probably couldn’t even hit my G-spot. And see¬ing that you are so aggressive, you’re probably a one-minute man. Therefore you wouldn’t be able to make me cum anyway
.

  “And since you are so fine, you probably can’t give good head. They say that y’all fine brothers think that y’all are too cute to give head but y’all love to receive. So again, you wouldn’t be able to make me cum. So therefore, my brotha, it really doesn’t matter what category I fall under, does it?” Tasha was laughing at Angel so hard she was holding her stomach.

  “A sista who can talk shit, I like that. In the middle of all that smack you was talkin’, at least I’ve learned that you are orgasmic. You cum when a nigga hits that G-spot and you cum when a nigga gives that clit a fit. But it sounds like you got me twisted up with that lawyer nigga you’ve been trying to save yourself for. Because first chance I get, Kay is gonna turn your fine, stuck-up ass inside out, with hardly any effort.”

  “Oh, it’s like that?” Angel closed her eyes at the thought of him rocking her world.

  “You can trust and believe that it’s like that. Where are you?” “Why?”

  “What?” he laughed. “Are you scared to tell me?”

  “I’m in the car with Tasha. We’re on our way to see our god-daughter.”

  “What time are you gonna be home?”

  “Why?”

  “I’m coming over.”

  “No you’re not. I have to get up early to go to work.” “I’m still coming over.”

  “No you’re not. You won’t get in. Call me tomorrow at 11:00 like we discussed.”

  “I need your job number.” She gave it to him.

  Trae was with Kay, so Kay let him talk to Tasha. “Red, I’ll catch you later on tonight. Give the phone to your girl.”

  “You’ll catch me at 11:00 tomorrow Kaylin.” She passed the phone to Tasha.

  “What up, mommy? You a’ight?” Trae asked.

  “I’m okay. I have my very first prenatal visit tomorrow.” “What time?”

  “One-thirty.”

  “If I’m not already at the house, I will be there by 12:30. A’ight?”

  “Okay.”

  “You still in love with me?”

  “I am.”

  “I’ll catch you later.” He hung up.

  Tasha passed Angel her phone. “Girl, you are crazy. Why was you clownin’ Kay like that?”