by Linette King
“You want this dick, sneaky bitch?” he asks, fucking me hard. I mean, this nigga is long dicking me!
“Yes daddy! Aaaaagh” I yell, feeling my body quiver.
“Well, cum for me,” he says. I have the most intense orgasm ever! I’m spent.
I lay there in a daze, watching Dave get dressed. That’s my only problem with him; he will fuck me silly then leave me wanting more. He says him and his wife are going through a divorce but the way he runs out of here after we’re done suggests otherwise.
See, as I said before, I’m not a dumb bitch. Growing up in the hood with more guy than girl friends, put me up on game. I see right through these niggas, that’s why I always say these niggas ain’t shit but these bitches ain’t too far behind.
“I’ll get up with you later, alright,” Dave says.
“Ok daddy,” I smile.
“This why I always come back. You don’t give me no mouth or ask no questions, but that soon to be ex-wife of mine will nag a nigga to death!” he says while approaching me. He bends down and kisses my lips. “Keep it tight for me!” he says over his shoulder.
“Alright Daddy, lock up on your way out.” It wasn’t until I heard the door close and what sounded like the shower water cutting off, I realize Tamia must have come home while I had company. I know she’s going to be pissed because she hates it when I bring sponsors home. She always giving me hell about how unsafe it is but hell, I know everything there is to know about my sponsors, in case they try anything slick. I have a copy of their social security cards, driver’s licenses and birth certificates, thanks to my girl Tiffany that works down at the medical records office. I have detailed descriptions of their body written in my journals. They each have their own journal where I write everything they tell me, whether it's personal or public, legal or illegal information. I also have all of their information saved on a disc drive and cd drive. Hell, they each have a folder on my google drive! So yeah, like I was saying before, I’m far from dumb.
Michelle
Hey, I’m Michelle Melton. I’d like to say I’m a pretty chick. I’m slim, standing at 5’4”, and light skin. I keep my hair cut short like Bird off of that old movie called Soul Food. I’ve been dating Ray for about 6 years now on and off. We have our problems just like every other relationship, but we’re still going strong. I work at this bar and grill called Carte Blanche. The owner Raphael named it that because it's one of those anything goes places.
The place looks small on the outside, but it's huge! It actually put me in the mind of an old hole in the wall juke joint from the outside. You walk in and the bar is to the right, stretching across the entire right side wall. In the ceiling on every corner is a cage with a dancer in it. Now, that’s one job I couldn’t do. Can you imagine being extended in the air having to dance all night? Naw, I can’t, which is why I’m a waitress. All of the regular tables are placed strategically around the room. Raphael doesn’t leave anything to chance, so I’m sure they are placed the way they are for a reason.
Anyway, there are four VIP booths that you have to be escorted to because there is a secret elevator with a different code for each booth. I have no idea how to get to the secret elevator because only certain waitresses know about them. I only know it exists because I asked Candy, who just so happens to be one of those waitresses. I was asking because I always see people in those booths, but I never see how they get there or how they get out. All I know is from the floor I can see the surrounding VIP booth glass, which looks like a bubble with its patrons inside living it up.
There’s also a ground level of the bar and grill called The Basement. It's where Raphael has employee meetings, meetings with friends and where he hosts dog and chicken fights. The dog fights are normally held on Wednesday and Thursday nights, and the chicken fights are every other Saturday. I’ve never seen either fight because only certain waitresses get to host those fights.
I try not to ask Raphael for any extra jobs here because he’s such an ass! I’ve been taking dance classes, so I asked Raphael if I could apply for the cage dancer position and he said, “How da fuck would it look for me to have yo skinny ass up there dancing?” Since I didn’t have an answer, he walked away. I know I said I can’t imagine being up there dancing and I couldn’t, until Candy told me they make five stacks a night! I can for damn sure dance and hold my piss all night for five g’s! It's probably good I didn’t get that job though because Ray would leave my ass for sure if he knew I had started dancing here. He already didn’t want me working at a bar anyway.
Ray and I have a date today, but I haven’t been able to get in touch with him. It’s Thursday, and I’m positive I will see him Saturday because that's the only day I do hair. Yea, on my quest to figuring out what I wanted to do with myself, I went to hair school and Ray paid for it. I been doing hair every Saturday since graduation. I can do anything but I only do five heads, starting at 8:00am. I try to get my sew ins out of the way first. I have a few regulars and they occasionally will send someone my way.
Anyway, Ray and I go through this a lot. Sometimes, he’s feeling himself a little too much and he will start fucking off with someone else, but he always finds his way back home. Regardless of if he fucking off with someone else or not, I still see him every Saturday faithfully, so I know it’s something there. Always have been and always will be! He hasn’t broken up with me yet, so I don’t know why I haven’t heard from him today. I’ve been calling and texting him all day. I know he’s busy but damn, I’m his future, so the least he can do is make sure I’m ok.
Whenever he would do these disappearing acts on me in the past, I would pull up the find my phone app on ICloud and go to him, but he’s figured out how I did it. I’m pissed because I have no idea how he knew! Hell, I hadn’t told anyone that's how I had been finding him and I learned how to use the app after my cousin, Tiffany, showed me. That bitch is so good at finding shit out that she might as well get paid for it. She’s so messy though! I don’t understand how someone so pretty can be so messy! Then, she has all of these children that should keep her busy enough to not be in any mess, but she never has them.
Tiffany is indeed a baddie! Growing up with her was so hard because I’ve always been skinny, and she’s always been curvy. She always got all of the attention too. Not only was she a redbone but she had ass for days and no stomach! Her downfall is she’s ratchet with five kids and four baby daddies. Her ass been trying to lock down a baller for years, but it ain’t working for her. She used a turkey baster to get pregnant the first three times, but last time when she got pregnant with the twins, she poked holes in the condoms. It took her a few months to get pregnant with the turkey baster each time, that’s why she tried something different with this last guy. I’ve never actually met any of the dads, but I can tell by their living situation that she doesn’t have any help.
Tiffany lives in the 39th street projects. They call it dead man zone because of the high numbers of smokers walking around. The smokers be high and leaning so far over, I just know they’re going to fall, but I’ve never actually seen one fall. Anyway, she has a three-bedroom project home. Her rent is seventeen dollars and the project manager write her a check each month for her power bill. The water is included in the rent and she receives food stamps. I wish I could get some but I make pretty good money, not to mention Ray doesn’t allow me to want for anything.
Tiffany: wyd bitch?!
Michelle: just got home from work
Tiffany: heard from Ray yet?
I can never trust that she will keep my business to herself so anytime I can, I just ignore her. I know it's a reason Tiffany is texting me and more than likely, it's because she knows something I don’t. The last time she texted me about Ray it was because she saw him with another chick at the mall and wanted to know if we were still together. Boy, I tore Ray a new asshole after that and it was only three weeks ago and he’s disappearing again! I’m just going to ignore her because Ray and I are supposed to be going out tonight, and I don’t
want her to ruin it.
About thirty minutes, a shower, and nap a later, I wake up and check my phone. Do I really I have to tell you that there are no missed calls or texts from Ray? Guess I should just call him.
So, I’ve officially lost my cool after the tenth call that went straight to voicemail, and I start throwing things around my small but cozy one-bedroom apartment.
Michelle: I’m done.
I texted Ray because I am so over his bullshit! I should not have to constantly put up with this from him. I’ve been riding for Ray for 6 years, and he still puts everything and everyone above me. I’m so freaking tired of it. I want so badly to cut all ties with him! I’m finally going to let go because I can’t keep going through this with him.
Ding! My text message tone interrupts my tirade, causing me to pick my phone up and launch it across the room! I watch as it hits the wall and shatters into about as many pieces as my heart has been broken into. Instead of sitting around sulking, I decide to turn on Mary J. Blige and clean up the mess I made.
Two albums later, I’m done cleaning, washing clothes and putting them all up, so I decide to grab my Kindle Fire and read a few books.
Knock! Knock! Someone knocking on my door interrupts me from my book and I was just about to find out if the main character’s boyfriend was alive or not. Knock! Knock! Ugh! Whoever it is will just have to wait until I finish this chapter, I think to myself as I continue reading.
Before I’m even on the next page, I can hear the locks on the front door unlocking and knowing it’s Ray, I jump up and run to bathroom to check my face. Besides the puffiness around my eyes from crying, I look perfect. I washed my hair today and let it air dry and my natural curls are on point, so I know he won’t be able to resist me. I quickly spray a few squirts of Love Spell on my neck and inner thighs, wash my face, and head out to see why Ray had been ignoring me.
I bet you sitting there like, this bitch just said she was done but hell, the heart wants what the heart wants. I know Ray breaks my heart over and over, but he’s the only person who can make it feel whole again! I love him more than I love myself sometimes! Hell, we should be married with kids by now, but Ray wasn’t ready to be a father when he got me pregnant about three years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday…
Ray and I had been going hard for each other for three years. Friday nights were our date nights and he would let me choose where we went. Well, this particular Friday, we had just spent the night before making love until about 4 am. Knowing the next day was a big day for us, I planned his surprise down to the T. See, I had been sick for weeks and my period was late, so I already knew what time it was, but Ray however, had no clue.
“Wake up baby,” I said shaking Ray but he didn’t budge. “Ray, baby. Get up!” I said a bit louder. I needed for us to be on time or this wouldn’t be a surprise. Since I couldn’t get him up by talking and shaking him, I went under the covers and took his dick into my mouth. “Mmmh,” Ray moaned and adjusted his body in the bed. Whenever he turned slightly to the side, I knew he was about to fuck the shit out of my mouth. So, I relaxed my throat muscles and clenched my jaws, so it would be tight for him and he could still go deep. I had to learn which direction to turn my head whenever he would pump to match the curve of his dick.
“Shit girl!” Ray moaned, slowly pumping in and out of my mouth. I allowed him to make me gag so more saliva would produce, making my mouth even wetter. “Aaah fuck, Chelle!” Ray yelled out as his dick slightly jerked in my mouth. Anytime I felt that jerk, I knew he was almost there. I slowly massaged his balls as I sucked harder and faster until he released down my throat.
I hopped up and went to brush my teeth, since I had already showered. Once I was done, Ray was sitting up in bed with a smile on his face. I walked up to him and kissed him on his lips with his morning breath and all. I loved every bit of Ray and I had no problem doing anything he asked me to do.
“C’mon take a shower baby, I have a surprise for you,” I said. “Is it anything like what you woke ya boy up to?” Ray asked. “It's better!” I said excitedly as he got up to take a shower.
Twenty minutes later, we pull up to this building and there were no other cars visible to us as I parked my car and we hopped out simultaneously.
“What you got going girl?” Ray asked slowing his pace. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it?” I responded. Even with Ray being hesitant, I’m still excited because I know once he sees his surprise, he will be ecstatic!
I open the door to the building and flick the lights on as everyone jumps up screaming surprise! I mean, it's beautiful in here. There’s a banner on the back wall saying ‘Congratulations’ and one hanging in the center of the ceiling, welcoming us to parenthood.
It wasn’t until all the smiles disappeared that I turned to see Ray, walking back to the car. Embarrassed, I ran out of the door behind him. “What the hell Ray? Where are you going?” I asked, once I caught up to him and grabbed his arm.
“Who the fuck pregnant?” he screamed at me and I can understand why he’s mad. He wanted to be the first person to know about it, but I told his family and friends first and planned this party, instead of sitting down so he wouldn’t be blindsided like this.
“Me, Ray! I went to the doctor to confirm Wednesday,” I explained but he’s just staring at me shocked because he’s excited. I mean, he’s literally standing in front of me with his mouth wide open.
“I’m ten weeks, baby!” I said now jumping. I can no longer contain my excitement. “By who?” Ray asked and now, it's my turn to look shocked. Oh my, have the tables turned! I’m now looking at him and I can only imagine how wide my mouth is because my jaw has got to be resting on the pavement by now. Ray is the only man I’ve been with in years! We’ve been dating exclusively and he wants to stand here and ask me who I’m pregnant by! Oh, I’m furious and I just want to slap fire out of his ass for embarrassing me like this!
“Bitch, you’re tripping! I ain’t get yo ass pregnant! I wrapped up every time and checked the condoms each time! The fuck you thought I was doing in the sink every time? I was making sure yo ass ain’t poke holes in my shit!” he screamed at me. Ok, maybe he’s right; he never actually nutted in me per se. Maybe I did go about this completely wrong. I just didn’t think he would react this way! I was tired of not having a title and I so desperately needed one.
“Take me home, Bo,” Ray said to his brother and that’s when I realized the party had come outside. Everyone was just standing there looking at me. I could hear the whispers and giggles now.
“Fuck!” I said to myself as I made my way to my car without even talking to my party guests. As soon as I left, I called the clinic to schedule an abortion. When I got pregnant, it was because I wanted to be more than just the chick Ray was screwing. I had hopes the baby would bring us closer but it only tore us apart. That Monday, I called Tiffany and had her come with me to the clinic to get my abortion done. Ray didn’t answer any calls or texts for two months and when he did, he didn’t even ask about the baby.
“Why yeen text me back or answer the door?” Tiffany asked, jarring me from my daydream of the past.
“Ugh! What are you doing here?” I replied, flopping down on my sofa.
“I knew you were over here crying, so I came to get my favorite cousin outta her funk! Get up, let's go hit up the mall,” Tiffany said. Instead of arguing or trying to fight it, I simply got dressed and headed out the door.
Rashard
So, when I woke up from my nap, I had 32 missed calls and 108 text messages. The text message that stood out the most was the one from Dre telling me the trap had been hit! Fuck! Man, ain’t no way the fucking trap got hit when we move the mufucker every three days. I hit Dre back telling him to set up a meeting like yesterday!
We all meet up in Dead Man’s Zone where I keep a house up, just for us to pass through. When we reup on anything, we meet at what we call The Cave, to separate everything before distribution. Nothing s
tays here long. I make sure everything is in and out within three hours and not only just here, but all of the trap houses. I’m the only one that knows where all the product and money is held because I don’t trust anybody that can see, hear or talk. A mother fucker can see you do something and hate on ya; they can hear about your come up and plot against ya; and shit, we all know loose lips sink ships! Now, I know I downplayed myself like I just dibble and dab here and there, but truth be told, I’m running the streets of Detroit!
Going to school and playing ball are just decoys. Who would expect a broke college student to run the biggest drug empire Detroit has ever seen? See, I’m not flashy or flamboyant and even though Dre and Twan are my dudes, they don’t know I’m the boss. None of my connects even know I’m the boss! See, what I do is send different runners to pick up different products from different connects; that way, I’m not tied down to one connect.
No runner brings me anything directly, they each have a drop off spot that only them and myself know about. When they show up to drop off the product, I already have their payment there, so it's an even exchange. The drop off is simple. I text each runner from a different burner phone every other week saying, I’m in need. This means, go see your connect. Each runner always sees the same connect because most connects won’t do business with any and everybody. So once a bond is made between runner and connect, that’s their guy. Anyway, after the runner gets the product, I receive a text saying, it's a go, meaning I’ve received your product and I’m heading to my drop off spot. I don’t respond to that text, I just go to my safe house and count up enough to reimburse them for the product and pay them handsomely for their services. After the runner drops the product off and grabs their bag of money, I receive a message simply saying, thanks. After that, I delete all text messages, remove the battery and sim card, burning them and the phone in my incinerator. I bet you’re wondering what a nigga doing with an incinerator! Well, I do a lot of things and no evidence, no crime. See? Simple.