Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs)

by Clark, Wahida

  “I was supposed to fall in love with a lawyer, engineer, doctor or somebody like that,” she sobbed. “Not a fuckin’ dope dealer that’s in jail.”

  “Love don’t work like that ma. It don’t recognize titles and status.” He kissed her on the forehead and slowly turned her arms loose. She just stood there sniffing, her face buried in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, rocking from side to side.

  “What am I supposed to do now Kaylin?” She sounded totally exhausted. “I mean you really took me for a ride.”

  “Go wash your face and blow your nose. You got snot all over my jumpsuit.”

  She let out a little laugh mixed with snifffles. “Oh God, I don’t believe this is happening. I want you to come home Kaylin.”

  “I’ll be there in a minute. You just make sure you’re waiting on me.” He squeezed her tighter. “Go fix yourself up.” He bent over, picked up her clear purse off the floor, and gave it to her.

  “Gordo!” someone called. Kay turned around, and the guy said something to him in Spanish. Kay talked to him in Spanish for a minute before turning his attention back to Angel.

  “Doesn’t gordo mean fat?” she asked. “Why did he call you fat?”

  “He’s talking ’bout my pockets fat pockets.” He walked her to the ladies’ room, then left to wipe down the front of his jumpsuit. When she finally came out he was sitting down.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  “Yeah, right,” she said, flopping down in the chair next to him. He lifted the big orange plastic chair up with her in it and sat it in front of him, pulling it close enough that her knees almost touched the front of his chair as he placed his legs on the outside of hers. He rubbed up and down her calves, looking in her eyes as she ran her fingers through his soft hair. “I miss you so much,” she whispered.

  “Kiss me like you miss me,” he said in that sexy tone that made butterflies circle in her stomach. She willingly obeyed as they passionately kissed nonstop for a good five minutes. Kay was squeezing her nipples and running his hands up and down her back, butt, and thighs. As she returned his passionate touches she felt the knot on his head.

  “Don’t press, baby.”

  “What happened?”

  “Feds in Mexico beat our ass, mami.”

  “Why?”

  But I came away with a knot, Trae with a fractured rib. How much did you miss me?” he asked, changing the subject.

  “That’s a violation of your constitutional rights, Kaylin.” She started crying again.

  “Baby, I’m fine. No more tears. Now tell me how much you missed me.”

  “Too much,” she sniffed. “How come you didn’t call or write? I worried so much.”

  “The moment we did that, then that would’ve been an excuse for them to kick down your door. Why drag you into this shit unnecessarily? I got this. Trust me. You know too much as it is.”

  “How’s Trae?”

  “He a’ight. They got him on a different floor,” he said, running his nose all around her neck. “Mmm, you smell so good. You look so good. You don’t know how much I miss you callin’ my name when you start cummin’.”

  “Please don’t remind me.”

  “How’s my girl Tasha?”

  “She’s hanging tough even though she lost the baby.”

  “Damn!” He leaned back in his seat and started thinking back. “Trae kept sayin’ ‘she lost it, man.’ I thought he was losin’ his mind. He said he felt it. He kept saying, ‘she lost my baby.’ Damn! He’s goin’ to be fucked up.”

  After about forty minutes they finally yelled “Macklin.” Tasha got up and gave the offficer her ID and plastic purse, which was dumped out into the tray. The officer must have been tired be-cause she let her take in everything. Tasha took off all jewelry and shoes before going through the metal detector. They were all herded onto the elevator and up they went.

  When she walked off the elevator she also was bombarded by an army of men in tan and brown jumpsuits. They were all lined up, looking through the glass windows for their loved ones. So

  many faces, so many colors all caged up like animals. The guard called her and pointed to the side she was to go to. The steel gate slid open, and they all went in.

  Tasha looked around for Trae, wondering where he was when, all of a sudden, she felt those all too familiar strong arms sliding around her waist, then those warm lips on her neck. She relaxed inside his big strong arms as the tears rolled down her cheeks. He turned her around and hugged her tight. They didn’t need to say a word. He held her so tight she could hardly breathe.

  She managed to lift her head up at him and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. They didn’t even realize that they had been standing there for almost fifteen minutes.

  The guard yelled, “Macklin! Use the chairs.”

  One of the inmates yelled at the guard, “Man, leave him alone! He ain’t botherin’ nobody.”

  Another one yelled, “He sure ain’t, punk ass!”

  Trae wasn’t paying nothing or nobody any attention but his wife. “Baby, I swear to you ... I am so s”

  “It’s not your fault. I think it’s my punishment for killing Nikayah’s baby.”

  “Baby, it’s my fault.”

  “Let’s not talk about it today, okay?” Feeling like she would fall back into her deep depression.

  “We won’t talk about it if you don’t want to,” he said, kissing the tears off her face. Somebody walked by them and handed Trae some tissue, and he gave it to her.

  She blew her nose. “I’ve cried so many tears these past three months enough to last a lifetime. I was so angry with you.”

  “I promise I’m gonna make it up to you.”

  He swooped her up and carried her to one of the big orange chairs in the back of the room. He sat down, placed her on his lap, and tongued her down. “Damn baby, I sure do miss you,” he said, inhaling her perfume. “You smell so good and you feel so soft.” He was rubbing his hands up and down her leg. “You look so pretty.”

  “I look like shit Trae! My eyes are puffy, and I know my nose is red and puffy. Where is the bathroom?”

  “You look fine. I miss that smile. I miss hearing your voice. I miss you baby.”

  “I miss you too. This is crazy Trae. You leaving, now you’re back and being locked up ... Baby ...”

  “Shhhh ... He put his finger to her lips. Go ahead and go to the ladies’ room. He kissed her on the cheek. “We’ll talk about everything. We got time. I told you I’d be back. Didn’t I? She nodded yes and got up and headed towards the rest room. Everything feeling surreal.

  She finally came walking out of the bathroom and sat down in the chair next to him. He noticed that she had brushed her hair and gotten herself together. “Can your husband get another kiss?”

  “Oh my God Trae, you cut all of your hair off! Why did you do that?”

  “Who was going to keep it up?”

  “Look at you ... moustache and goatee. It makes you look so sexy. I can’t believe I hadn’t even noticed. See, you are causing me to lose my mind. Wait untill I tell Angel. Trae I’m going crazy. You are driving me crazy.”

  They then started talking about his case. “The bottom line is Mexico and the U.S. are fightin’ over us,” Trae explained. “That’s why we don’t have bail. Even though we both were car-rying firearms when they rolled up on us, we’re both licensed to carry. And the firearms were registered to us. So it’s really political. And we clowned them. Where is the dope and the cash? Them damn Feds, if they don’t have anything on you, won’t think twice about concocting something. My lawyers will be here later on today or tomorrow We just gotta hang tight.”

  “I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know what to think about how much time we’re facing. Right now I’m just thankful that I’m not a widow. Not hearing anything from you at all ... that was fucked up.”

  “I apologize for that. You just needed to be as far away from this as possible. They know who you a
re and was probably looking for any little excuse to harass you.”

  Trae noticed that the guard went out of the room. Quickly he eased his hand up her thigh. She tried to act nonchalant as he slid her thong to the side and inserted two fingers, slowly moving them around. “Baby, give me a kiss.” She kissed him. When he saw the guard coming back, he pulled out his fingers, and she watched him take a sniff and put them in his mouth. “Peaches and Cream,” he sang.

  She smiled. “Same ol’ Trae. I miss you baby.”

  “I miss you more. Pussy still smells and tastes good. If that guard leaves out again, you gonna let your man bust a nut real quick?”

  She sank back into her seat and looked at him to see how serious he really was. “You mean we’re gonna sneak in the bathroom?” “Nah, we can’t go in the visitors’ bathroom.”

  “Then where we gonna go?”

  “Right here.”

  “Right here? It’s rather open, don’t you think?”

  “Not really. We’re back here in the corner, and it looks like everybody is pretty much minding their own business. See that couple right there, the lady with the colorful dress, he’s hittin’ it right now.” Tasha tried to sneak a peek. “All you have to do is just sit still right here in my lap. I’ll handle everything else, but you’ll have to let me know when you see him coming back in. A’ight Baby?”

  “You sound like you begging, playa. A playa like you is not supposed to be begging,” she teased him.

  “Shit! I ain’t no playa no more. You the true playa. You got all the assets, property, cash ... everything.” He slid his hand back in between her legs, slid the thong to the side, and started massaging her clit.

  Her cheeks were getting flushed. “Oh God Trae, that feels so good.”

  “Go in the bathroom and take those off,” he suggested, guiding her off his lap and not giving her a choice in the matter. As she turned around to go, he stood up, put his hand on her butt, and pulled her close so she could feel how hard his dick was. “Take that bra off as well,” he said, tonguing her down.

  He looked around and saw that everyone seemed to be still minding their own business when he pulled out his handkerchief and set it on the seat. He saw Tasha coming out of the bath-room and started smiling. Inmates and visitors alike were checking out all that ice she had on. One dude even hollered, “Bling! Bling!”

  When she got close to him, Trae patted his thigh, motioning for her to sit on it. He started caressing her breasts. She looked around and relaxed a little when she saw that nobody was look-ing. He slid his hand back up her thigh while looking at the guard, and ran it over her entire pussy.

  “Damn, if I get to put it in, I’m probably gonna bust a nut in one minute.” He went inside of her, wetting his fingers to lubricate her clit. As he played with it he bit on her nipples through her silk blouse. “Damn,” he said, looking at the guard, “don’t he got to go get a cup of coffee or something? Give me a kiss.”

  “Don’t make me cum Trae. I’ll mess up my skirt. Okay?”

  “A’ight.” He positioned her so that she was sitting directly on his dick. “It’s so hard it’s about to break Tash. I gotta get me some of this.”

  “Well, this might be your opportunity. It looks like he’s getting ready to leave. He has to take those visitors to the elevator.”

  “Good,” Trae said, unzipping the fly of his jumpsuit. Then he peeked around her to see what the guard was doing and slipped his dick out. “You gotta lift up a little, baby.” She lifted her butt up a little and felt his dick trying to find its way home. Trae fumbled until he felt the opening of her hot tunnel and slid all the way in until it would go no more. He wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her closer to make sure he was getting it all.

  “Unnghh,” he let out a deep moan.

  “Baby, that feels so good.” Tasha was trembling and trying to avoid closing her eyes.

  “It sure do, but baby you gotta watch for the guard,” he said, remaining still. “I’m tryin’ not to come right now. I’m strugglin’, baby. Let me know when he comes back through that door, okay? I’ma close my eyes for a few seconds and fuckin’ enjoy. You feel so good. I miss you so much.”

  “Trae baby, he’s comin’!”

  “Shit!” Trae, sweat beads already popping up across his forehead, opened his eyes and peeked around her to see exactly where the guard was. He watched him go over to a couple, say something, laugh, then go back out. “You got him?”

  “Yeah, I got him baby, but hurry up.”

  Trae closed his eyes again and started grinding a little faster. She could feel him trembling as his breathing got heavier. He slid his hand around to grab her clit, but she stopped him. “Baby we are not at home. Hurry up and handle your business.”

  After about three or four more strokes, Trae was coming so hard that Tasha was bouncing up and down in his lap. “Trae! I see him baby.” He grabbed his handkerchief, lifted her up a little, and wiped her off, then himself. He zipped his pants back up when he saw the guard coming toward him.

  “Damn!” he mumbled. “We’re busted, but fuck it. That pussy was worth it.”

  “She needs to sit in her own chair, Macklin,” the guard said and went back to the other side of the room.

  “Thank you baby, I really appreciated that,” he said, playing with her nipples. “This pussy is so good and it’s all mines.”

  “Ten more minutes, people!” the guard yelled.

  “Kiss me Tasha.” She grabbed his neck, pulled him close, and tongued him down. “That pussy was good, baby,” he kept say¬ing. “I’m so glad you were able to come see me. I love you more than anything.”

  She was now hot. “Make me cum Trae,” she said, kissing his neck and rubbing his head.

  Trae looked up to see where the guard was as a group of peo-ple was waiting to go out. He palmed her butt and pulled it up to the edge of the chair, putting three fingers inside her pussy and going in and out.

  “That feels good baby.” Trae pulled his fingers out quickly and leaned back in his chair. “Why’d you stop?” Tasha questioned. “He’s lookin’ at us.”

  “Five minutes, people!” the guard yelled.

  Trae leaned back up and slid her skirt up from under her butt. “Hopefully, you won’t get it wet,” he said, sliding his hand back under her skirt and fondling her clit. “Man, I’d give anything to be able to run my tongue over this ... just once.”

  Tasha was now holding onto his shoulders and grinding her hips. “Baby,” she moaned.

  “C’mon, butterfly.” Trae could feel the contractions coming on. “Look at me baby. Look at me while you’re cummin’.” Tasha’s legs were shaking; he smiled because she never opened her eyes. He grabbed his handkerchief and wiped her off.

  He hugged her, and they kissed until the guard started yelling, “Visit’s over, people. All inmates to the back of the room.”

  “Time to go ma.” He pulled Tasha up, wrapped her arms around his neck, palmed her butt, and pulled her close. “Thank you for comin’ to see me and takin’ care of all of that business,” he said, putting a passion mark on her neck.

  “Let’s go, Macklin!” the guard yelled.

  “Can you call me tonight?” she pouted, kissing him on the lips. He shook his head yes. She kissed him again, rubbing his bald head. “You look so good.” She let him go and headed for the door mouthing, “I love you.”

  He mouthed, “Your skirt is wet, and I love you more.”

  Chapter 26

  Angel had been putting in her hours as a corporate lawyer, trying to earn a little respect and make a name for herself.

  Even though she worked all week she made sure to visit Kay every weekend. On Saturdays she would take his son and her little sister, and on Sundays she would go by herself. That was her day. He kept sweating her about wearing a skirt or a dress, but she never would. She told him she didn’t feel right trying to get her freak on in a prison visiting room.

  Tasha made the trip every weekend as well
. She always wore skirts and dresses, and Trae made sure he got some every weekend. Tasha didn’t mind because as far as she was concerned, it was all about Trae. In addition the doctor gave her a new birth control prescription. So she was happy and in love with her husband.

  Both she and Angel were staying on top of their husbands’ fi-nancial affairs. Trae and Kaylin were now multi-millionaires and out of the dope game.

  Angel tried to visit early this particular Sunday morning. Sundays were usually busy, and it took forever to get processed. She got there at 8:00 and didn’t get processed to go upstairs until 9:45. The inmates weren’t even out yet. She suspected that they had this particular floor on lockdown for some reason. All of the visitors were sitting around impatiently waiting, and the chil-dren were running around playing.

  Angel bought some breath mints from the vending machine then headed for the bathroom to make sure she looked bootyli-cious for her man. She was wearing a tan Chanel pantsuit with lizard skin shoes to match. It was tight. She got her hair cut, nails and feet done, and the ice was blinging. The visitors were checking her out on the DL. She even caught some of the females shooting daggers at her, while the men licked their lips.

  Finally at 10:50, all of the inmates poured into the visiting room. She smiled when she saw Kay, who was looking finer than ever. He had put on about ten pounds, his body all cut up from weightlifting.

  “What up beautiful?” he asked, swooping her up off her feet and hungrily planting sloppy kisses on her chin and her lips. “You look good.” They stood there kissing and hugging like they hadn’t seen each other in months. “One of these days I’m going to pull these pants off of you. Watch,” he whispered in her ear. He took her hand and placed it on his dick. She began squeezing and massaging it and could feel him getting rock hard.

  “I miss you long strokin’ me with him so much,” she sighed.

  “You obviously don’t miss him that much, if you did, you would be wearing a skirt.”

  “Kay please, maybe I’ll get brave enough one day to fuck in front of a roomful of people.”

  He pulled her close and guided her to get her grind on. She was grinding on his dick. “See what you’re missin’? I could have been all up in this pussy by now,” he said, massaging her ass.