Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs)

by Clark, Wahida

  “Well, you believe it. I told you that you’re the one,” he said, kissing her on the lips.

  “Look at you blushing and shit.”

  Angel reached over and held up Tasha’s arm so she could see the rock.

  “Dayum! It is beautiful. Congratulations, my sista,” she said, turning Kay loose and hugging Tasha then Trae.

  “I can’t believe you locked this nigga down,” Kay said, kissing Tasha on the forehead.

  “Don’t be kissing my wife, man,” Trae joked, pulling Tasha close to him. Through it all nobody noticed Nikayah sitting around watching them the whole time.

  The deejay was now playing the hot and steamy Anytime, Anyplace by Janet Jackson. Folks were practically sexing on the dance floor. Trae had eased his hands on Tasha’s ass, pulled her close to get his grind on. When he got real hard he said, “You feel what you did?”

  “I didn’t do it by myself, but it sure feels good,” she said. “I love you Trae.”

  “I love you too, ma, and thank you for having my baby,” he whispered in her ear. They kissed some more until Trae turned her around, got behind her, and put his arms around her waist. They started walking. His dick was poking her butt.

  “Am I your cover?” Tasha teased.

  “Hell, yeah. You feel my shit sticking straight out.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “To find a corner, closet, or something.”

  * * *

  After Janet’s Anytime went off, Kay whispered in Angel’s ear, “Can I get my birthday present now?”

  She answered between kisses on his lips, “You want it now, right in the middle of your party? You’re kidding me, right?”

  He moved her around on his hard dick, placing a passion mark on her neck.

  “Red do it feel like I’m playin’?”

  “Mmmm Kaylin,” she moaned.

  “I like the way you call my name, ma, especially when you’re hot.”

  “I can’t help it. You make me feel good. You make me hot.” He reached in his pocket and gave her a key to Suite 1604.

  “Go take a shower. I’ll be right behind you.”

  She kissed him and then left. Kay walked around for a minute, making sure everybody was alright before slipping out and heading for the elevators. A wicked grin fixed on his lips.

  Trae and Tasha went through a set of double doors. Tasha was giggling as they came into a hallway with a bunch of doors. Trae jiggled the first one; it was locked. The second one opened right up. It was a dimly lit storage closet.

  “Come here ma,” he said, pulling Tash toward him and slobbing her down. He put his hands up under her skirt and grabbed her booty. They got their grind on and kissed until his dick was throbbing and her panties were soaked. He pulled her panties off and set them next to her. She unfastened his pants while sucking on his tongue and sliding his pants and boxers down. Then he went to rubbing his dick in her wetness, then all on and around her clit. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he slid it in, causing her to shudder and moan. Their bodies moved in rhythm as they held each other tight. In a matter of minutes, they both were cumming, holding on to each other and panting breathlessly.

  “That was a good quickie ma.”

  “It’s always good Trae. I love you,” she said sucking on his neck.

  “You ready to be my wife?”

  “I’m already your wife,” she said, passing him a towel.

  “I’m just ready for you to be home.”

  “Couple of weeks ma, and I’m out. Want to get a room here tonight?”

  “If you want to. Why didn’t we do that in the first place?”

  “For a quickie? Too boring.”

  They both laughed as they left out the storage room. Just then a security guard walked by, patrolling.

  “See what I mean?” Trae said, winking at Tasha.

  Angel came out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

  “Hey, beautiful,” Kay said, smiling. “You ready to go on my roller-coaster ride?”

  “Is that where you’re taking me?” she said, sitting down on the bed.

  “We need silk scarves and honey to ride a roller coaster?” she asked, teasing him.

  “Yup, the scarves are for me to do what I gots to do without you squirming, choking me with your thighs, or pulling out my hair.”

  “Oh, so you’re all of that?”

  “You’re getting ready to find out.” He began stripping. Then he picked her up, grabbed the scarves and honey, and took her to the bedroom, where he immediately tied her up to the full size bed with bedposts.

  “Leave one hand loose Kaylin.”

  “Nah Red. It’s on, baby. You forgot all that shit you was talking on the phone.”

  “I was only joking, Kaylin.” Alarm evident in her voice.

  “Well the joke is getting ready to be on you.”

  “Baby.” she whined

  “Relax beautiful. I got you. Just tell a nigga happy birthday and close your eyes.”

  “Happy birthday, baby.” she cooed. Then did as she was told and closed her eyes. She felt him paint her lips with honey using his fingertips. He then turned the bottle upside down and poured a thin line down the front of her neck, both shoulders, her nipples, navel, inner thighs, all around her pussy and her clit. She opened her eyes and watched as he dipped two fingers inside the honey jar, then placing them inside her pussy.

  “Kaylin.” she moaned as he moved them in and out. “You like that don’t you? Tell me you like it.”

  “I love it baby. Go ahead and suck on my clit.” She begged. “Not yet ma.” He pulled out his two fingers.

  “Noooo,” she moaned. “Baby please. I love you.”

  Kaylin lightly brushed the honey down her thighs all the way to her toes. He set down the bottle and began hungrily kissing the honey off her lips. When he turned her lips loose he began licking and sucking the honey around her neck. Angel’s body was tingling and continuous moaning escaped her mouth. When he began sucking, licking and kissing her shoulders she tried to free her hands.

  “Kaylin baby!” she yelled out.

  He ignored her as he slid his tongue down to her nipples and began sucking on them as if they were juicy melons.

  “Kaylin it’s time to untie me baby.”

  “What?” He was planting soft kisses on her stomach and around her navel.

  “Untie me.” Eagerness in her voice.

  “Why? You want me to fuck you?” He licked the honey out of her navel and eased down to the pussy.

  “Oh shit!” She squealed as she felt him eating the honey out of her pussy. “Fuck!” She groaned as she tried to throw her clit in his face. “Shit Kaylin. Untie me ... Oh shit ... Oh right ... sss ... there ... now baby.”

  “You ready to fuck now?” He continued teasing as he went to licking her inner thighs.

  “Nigga ... oh my...”

  “You ready to fuck?”

  “Yes. Oh shit ... yes.” She pleaded as he licked her pussy again. Come on baby suck my spot.” She begged. As soon as his tongue lapped that clit she let out a squeal.

  “Oh KKKay I’m ... cummin’.” He licked faster and faster trying to match the rhythm of her contractions. “Oh God ... please.” She came long and hard. As her breathing struggled to return to normal, he licked the honey off of her thighs, legs, knees and toes. Angel’s body was feeling as if it was floating. The way he was sucking her toes she thought she would cum again. He worked his way back up to her pussy.

  “Kaylin. Please baby. Wait a minute.” He started licking her clit. “Oh God. Please Kaylin.”

  He paused, looked up at her and flashed her an evil grin, then said, “God? That’s who you better call ’cause the pussy belongs to me.” When he put his head back down towards her pussy she went back to begging.

  “Kaylin. Please.” He looked at her, smiled, climbed on top of her and was kissing her.

  “Why are you trying to stop a nigga from enjoying his birthday present?” He asked in between kiss
es. “Huh?”

  “Untie me baby.” He was now sucking her nipples. “Baby untie ... Uunnggh,” she groaned as he went back to sucking on her clit. No matter how hard she tried to scoot away she couldn’t escape from that monster tongue. She finally surrendered to a gut wrenching orgasm which brought her to tears. Kay was in a zone still eating her pussy as if the pussy was his last meal.

  After the third orgasm she was begging him to untie her. Next thing you know she was cussing at him and threatening him. That’s when he finally gave in. He started laughing and quickly put a condom on as she lay there trembling with exhaustion. Since she was motionless, he crawled in between her legs, putting one of them up over his shoulder, and went to grinding, banging her back out until he finally busted a big nut.

  They both lay there for about twenty minutes, unable to move. Kay looked at the clock. It was 3:45 a.m.

  He kissed Angel.

  “Red you a’ight?” He had knocked her out.

  “Baby you know what? I hope you enjoyed yourself, because that’s the last time you will ever tie this bitch up.”

  “C’mom, ma. Don’t punish a nigga like that. You said you were ready to go on Kay’s roller coaster ride. A roller coaster ain’t no fun if it don’t take you all the way up and then dip all the way down causing your heart to jump in your throat and make your stomach drop to your feet. Right?”

  “Kaylin, Just remember what I said.”

  “Baby”

  “You enjoyed your birthday present right?”

  “Did I!”

  “Good. She still had her back to his chest.

  Kay couldn’t help but laugh. “I fucked you silly ma. Look at you. You can’t even move. Do you think I can get a quickie?” He teased. “Or you wanna tie me up and ride my dick? I won’t get mad at you if you fuck me silly, cause me to bust a couple of nuts, make me cry.

  “Whatever Kay. Don’t you think you need to get back to your party?” Angel snapped.

  “I guess I should.” He was laughing at her.

  Trae and Tasha stopped at the rest rooms to freshen up. Shanna saw them as they stepped back into the party. She pushed her way over to them and looked them up and down suspiciously.

  “Excuse us Trae,” Shanna said, trying to pull them apart. Tasha and Trae continued holding hands. “Let her go, Trae.”

  “Where’s Bo?” asked Trae.

  “Over at the VIP section.”

  “Is Kay over there too?”

  “No, him and Angel slipped off.”

  “How do you know all of this?”

  “Forget you Trae. I can’t help it if I’m up on everything.”

  “Up on everything? Don’t you mean nosy? So I guess y’all are going to the bar?” he asked. Shanna was still trying to pull Tasha away from Trae.

  “Yes, we are.” Shanna snapped.

  Trae let Tasha go, winked at her, then headed for the VIP section. Shanna turned her attention to Tasha saying, “That’s why your ass is pregnant now ... slipping off like that. Angel’s ass is gonna be next.

  “Let me see this rock I’ve been hearin’ about.” She grabbed Tasha’s hand to examine it. “Aw, man! This is ... I don’t even know what to say.” She hugged her. “Congratulations! I am so happy for you. Y’all know y’all gotta have a gangsta wedding. Right?”

  “Ms. Shanna, we are not gangstas. Thank you.” She hugged her. “How long has Angel been gone?”

  “Right after y’all disappeared.” Shanna blurted out.

  “Damn! What is Kay doing to her?”

  “I know that’s right!” Shanna said, slapping her five.

  They sat down at the bar. The party was still jumping. Mecca and Sanette came over and reached for Tasha’s hand. Everyone was dying to see the ring.

  “This is beautiful,” Mecca said, running her finger over it. “It sure is,” Sanette agreed.

  “Congratulations!” They both said it at the same time and took turns hugging Tasha.

  “Look who’s trying to sneak back in,” Mecca nodded in the direction of Angel and Kay. Giggles erupting amongst them.

  “Damn, these niggas ain’t never goin’ home,” Kay said, easing his way back into the party. He looked at Angel and kissed her on the cheek. “I can’t ever remember gettin’ a birthday present that good before.”

  A brotha named Shahid was hollering at Kay. Angel told him to go ahead. “I’ll be over at the bar with the girls,” he said as he tongued her down and sang, “You are so tasty!” to the beat of “Peaches and Cream.” She smiled and walked away.

  When Angel got to the bar, Tasha, Mecca, Sanette, and Shanna were kickin’ it. When they looked up and saw the obvious glow on her face, they all started laughing.

  “Don’t be hatin’ on a sista,” she told them before they could say anything.

  “Ain’t nobody hatin’. I know he’s the birthday boy, but y’all couldn’t wait till y’all got home?” Mecca teased.

  “No, I was the birthday boy’s present,” she grinned, jumping up on the stool next to Tasha and kissing her on the cheek. Tasha smiled and pushed her away.

  “Well, well, well ... they say milk does a body good. I say prison does a body even better. Damn! Nikayah looks good!” Mecca said, in full lust mode. Everyone turned around to look at him except for Tasha. Nikayah was standing around talking to some people.

  “That’s my cue to get the fuck outta here. Where is Trae?” Tasha asked, looking around. Her mood changing from festive to gloom just that quick.

  “How much you wanna bet he’s going to come over and say somethin’ to you?” Angel challenged, elbowing her.

  “I don’t think so. He ain’t crazy. At least I hope he ain’t.” But after some thought she said, “Oh, hell yeah! That nigga is crazy. Hand me that bottle. If he comes over here trying to fuck with me, this bottle is going over his fuckin’ head. Watch and see.”

  “Roz chill. You should’ve known you were going to have to face him eventually. You know he heard that you’re pregnant. Plus, you know that he didn’t think that you would just up and leave his sorry ass,” Angel said, trying to calm her down.

  “Well, he brought that on himself. Where is Trae?” she asked, ignoring Angel’s attempt to be reasonable. She wanted to get up but couldn’t move. Her palms were starting to sweat.

  “I feel sick. Can somebody please go get Trae for me?”

  Shanna and Sanette both jumped off their stools and disappeared into the crowd. Just as they did, Nikayah was walking over to the the bar.

  “Welcome home Nikayah. You piece of shit,” Angel mumbled as he approached.

  “Angel what’s goin’ on? You’re lookin’ good.” He hugged her while looking Tasha over.

  “I heard you already took the bar exam.”

  “Yup, just waiting impatiently to see if I passed.” She forced a smile.

  “Congratulations. You know you passed.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I heard that both Kyra and Jaz done settled down.” “Pretty much,” Angel dryly stated.

  Nikayah was still looking at Tasha, who had her back to him.

  “Why’s your girl being so hard on me?” He nodded towards Tasha.

  “Nigga, you know why.” Angel had to catch herself because she was about to go off.

  Nikayah kept gazing at Tasha. He fixed his eyes on her stomach, then found himself checking out all the ice she had on. Then he focused his attention on the ankle bracelet with Trae’s name on it. He was turning green with envy, his ego shattered.

  “What’s up Rozzie?” he asked, using the pet name he gave her.

  “I know you’re allowed to speak to a nigga.” She could smell alcohol on his breath. He was that damn close.

  “Damn baby. What you doin’ to my man to make him drape you with all this ice? You easily got on two, three hundred thousand worth of shit. Fuck!”

  “Nikayah, get the fuck away from me!”

  “I guess it’s really over between me and you, huh?”

  “Get away
from me, Nikayah!” she screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks. He was giving her the creeps.

  “I still don’t want to believe you fuckin’ killed my babies, but yet you’re gonna have that nigga’s? You are an ice-cold bitch,” he said, kissing the back of her neck like he was trying to suck the skin off.

  She squeezed the liquor bottle, spun around, and smashed it on his forehead.

  “Owww! You bitch!” he yelled, wrapping his hands around her neck and choking her.

  Angel and Mecca jumped down off their stools and immediately began to dig their nails into his wrists, trying to loosen his grip. Tasha was gasping and trying to poke his eyes out. The next thing you know, Trae, Bo, Kay, Supreme, Mel, and some other niggas were pushing their way through the crowd.

  Trae punched him in the jaw and kept punching him until his bloody teeth flew out of his mouth. He finally let her go, Omar taking over. Trae then pulled out his gat and cocked it. In one quick move Kay snatched it, emptied it, and gave it back to him saying, “Not here, man!”

  With that the niggas started beating Nikayah down to the ground. Trae pushed them all away and was stomping him in the head. There was blood everywhere. “

  That’s enough man! Not here!” Kay was holding Trae and yelling at him. But Trae still managed to break free and started dragging Nikayah outside.

  Meanwhile, Tasha had fallen to her knees and was crawling on the floor. She was gasping for air and throwing up. “Get her the fuck out of here!” Trae yelled to Kay.

  “No, Trae!” Tasha screamed. “Let him go!” She was trying to get up off the floor but couldn’t. Kay picked her up to carry her out to the car. “Kay stop him! Please Kay! Stop him before he does something stupid!” She was screaming and crying. She reached out to Bo, “Go get my man, Bo, please. He’s going to jail for murder. Let me down, Kay.” She was kicking and screaming, but Kay still ignored her.

  “Take the keys out of my pocket,” Kay said to Angel, who was crying and following right behind them.

  “Let me go, please. Kay, go stop him,” Tash pleaded. Angel unlocked the car, and Kay put her in the back seat. Angel then climbed in the back with her, trying her best to calm her down.

  Kay locked the doors, telling Bo, “Watch them!”