by Linette King
Neither one of us got a chance to cum because after about only a few minutes, he pulled out and took the condom off. I looked back at him because if he wanted to go in raw, that was fine with me. “Get on your knees,” he said. I happily obliged, taking him back in my mouth. I rotated from sucking the head to gently licking his balls while jacking him off. I deep throated him over and over until he pulled out, nutting all over my face. It pissed me off but I didn’t say a thing.
I been sucking him off ever since. It wasn’t until I tried to have sex with again that he told me my shit was dry as fuck. He just caught me at a bad time because I’ve never had any complaints in that department. I’m a real bad bitch too, redbone and thick as fuck! His ass still will only let me suck his dick, but that’s enough for me. I can swing through, suck the nigga’s soul through his dick, and then go get fucked by someone else! It’s a win, win situation.
Anyway, Shard hasn’t been answering any calls or texts since our last time together. I don’t know if he told you or not, but I sucked his dick and waited until he fell asleep to try and fuck him, and he kicked my ass out! Man, I was so mad and embarrassed. I love his ass and I need him to give us a real shot! We will be good together. I only have five kids now and they can go live with my mama, so me and Shard can be happy together.
Ever since he hadn’t been answering me, I’ve been following him. At first, he wasn’t really fucking with nobody, but I knew soon he would be back at Michelle house fucking her! She told me he came once a week spending time with her and fucking her, so I had to get her out of the picture!
I linked up with Brittany, the bartender at the bar and grille that Michelle works at to get Michelle’s schedule. When Brittany texted me that Wednesday night to let me know Michelle works on Friday, we set plan “Get Michelle out the way” in motion. We talked to Brittany’s brother and a few of his friends, letting them know to grab Michelle and do whatever they wanted with her, then handle my issue. I lied like I would pay them fifty grand a piece. It was four of them, Brittany told them about Rashard being in the VIP Booth and how Raphael would be watching Michelle.
I totally forgot to give them a picture of her, so I had no idea if they knew who their target was or not. I also didn’t count on them running their mouths like some bitches! I heard around the way that the jump boys were going to roll up on them after they left the club and get the money I lied about paying them! It’s a good thing none of their asses survived! Now, I have to find Brittany because she’s the only one that can tie me to the shit. I’ve been so determined to get that main spot that I’ll do anything. Once you get a dose of Shard, I bet you will understand where I’m coming from!
I noticed that he started making himself friendly with that bitch, Tamia. She walks around with this holier than thou attitude, like she has done no wrong. She thinks she’s the shit because she’s in school and about to graduate, but the bitch still ain’t shit! So now on top of Michelle, I got to compete with this bitch too! That’s why I don’t like her but hell, I couldn’t tell Michelle that when she asked me about it.
Lately, Shard and Tamia been kicking it heavy! This nigga is at her house every night after she leaves work. I know this because I follow him around all day while texting him. He never responds though, which is really pissing me the fuck off! Anyway, when he pulls up to her house, she always opens the door in scrubs. He doesn’t even give her time to wash her ass before he’s over there.
When I found out she was going to be hosting Deuce's birthday party tonight, I figured what better way than to kill two birds with one stone! That’s when I decided to invite Michelle out. It made it even better when she volunteered to work the party. I knew with both of them working, they would clash! I also knew from watching Shard that he was going to be wherever Tamia was. I didn’t want to miss a moment of it. When I let the shit slip, I was so glad Michelle’s dumb ass didn’t catch it.
Anyway, we get to the bar and it’s pretty much empty, which should be expected this early. We walk in together but go our separate ways. I sat in the back corner, so I could watch everything and wouldn’t be seen easily. Watching Tamia give orders made my ass itch! I wanted to get up and trip her so she would break her pretty front teeth. I swear I can’t stand bitches like her.
After Michelle went to her boss’ office, she came out heading straight for Tamia with a confused look on her that was far too funny. She was probably wondering what the hell Tamia was doing there. After several minutes, she walked away looking at the floor. She must be disappointed.
Around 8:30, all the hoes started flocking in and trust me baby when I say they’re choosing! I was looking everywhere for Shard but I couldn’t find him. I chalked it up to him being with the birthday boy. I noticed Michelle was really working the crowd with her long hair. My cousin was on point tonight! Hopefully, she got her own man because Rashard was mine from the moment he stuck his dick in my mouth.
“Excuse ma’am. Can I buy you a drink?” Some young dude walked up asking me. First of all, I’m not old so why the fuck is this little ass nigga calling me ma’am.
“How many can you afford?” I asked him.
“What you mean?” he asked.
“Let me see what’s in your pocket,” I said with my hand out.
“Bitch, is we fucking after this?” he asked rudely. See, this little ass boy got me fucked up.
I stood up but before I could react, Michelle brought her extra skinny ass to the table. “Lil June, leave my cousin alone before she slaps you,” she said, sliding in between him and me.
“She slap me, I’ma fuck her fine thick ass,” he said, licking his lips while looking around her at me. See, this nigga gone make me catch a charge with his young ass.
“How old are?” I asked him.
“Eighteen,” he responded, causing me to roll my eyes. I sat back down because I am not about to waste my time with this boy fresh out of high school.
June walked away and I noticed a little bit of commotion at the entrance. “Everybody get up and put ya hands together for da birthday boy, DEUCE!” Tamia said over the microphone all excited and shit. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was fucking him too! Rashard walked in right behind him and winked at Tamia. When I looked at her, she was blushing! Black ass bitch!
“Let me go speak to Ray,” Michelle’s gullible ass said before walking off. She didn’t wait to see if I was coming or not, so I sat back watching to see how everything would play out. She walked right up to him, arms extended and I glanced at Tamia who was watching Rashard like a hawk! I was so excited. I was sitting at my table smiling from ear to ear. He stepped to the side and whispered something in her ear. She turned around and he pointed at Tamia, and Michelle took off running. He swaggered his sexy ass right on up to Tamia and kissed her on the lips.
“Enjoy the show?” I heard from behind me. I turned to look and it was the stripper bitch, Candy.
“What?” I asked playing dumb.
“Bitch, don’t play dumb with me. Any real friend wouldn’t have let her run off like that without going to check on her, and you’re her damn cousin. I see ya trifling ass sitting here watching Rashard,” Candy said to me. If I could fight, I would beat the fuck out of her right now for coming out the side of her neck like that.
“I was just about to go check on her,” I said getting up and walking in the direction Michelle ran off to.
Tamia
Rashard and I have been spending so much time together. He’s already ready for me to meet his family but I’m not sure about that right now. The police still don’t have any leads on Armani and I’m extremely worried about her. I was mad at her for the foul shit her and Amere been doing behind my back, but I didn’t stop caring about her well-being.
I didn’t find out about them until the day he popped up at my house. It took Rashard asking him questions for me to wonder the same thing. When I looked down at his feet, he had on smoke gray Timberland boots and that was all the confirmation I needed. Reme
mber when I woke up cooking in the middle of night and tripped over a dark gray boot, right? Remember I was sitting on the couch and I heard someone say oh shit, but when I turned around, nobody was there?
See, I thought I was tripping that night but now that I have more information, I know what’s been going on. Armani told me everything about all her sponsors except him. I guess when they first started talking he was flying her back home. I have no idea how she got him in here without me knowing it! I guess I don’t pay enough attention to my surroundings. One thing I do remember though is those boots! Now I know why she wouldn’t tell me about him! Rashard told me he thinks that Amere may have left something here and that’s why he popped up.
As trifling as Armani is though, I still want to make sure she’s ok. Once I get her back here, I plan on beating the dog shit out of her and moving out. She can continue to be Amere’s side chick all she wants because he isn’t my problem anymore. I only slapped him because he claims to want me back, yet he’s been sleeping with Armani!
Anyway, Rashard knows how worried I am about her, so he comes over every day to keep my mind off her. I tried calling her but her phone is dead, and the police can’t locate it. I just hope nothing detrimental is happening to her because she’s already been through so much.
Rashard told me he’s been putting his ear to the streets but it’s only so much he can do. I understand he knows a lot of people but none of those people matter if the person that took her doesn’t know them.
He had been asking me for a few days now to host his homeboy, Deuce's Birthday Bash at a club he said he rented out. The only reason I agreed is because it will give me something else to focus on besides Armani. I’m still wondering daily why she didn’t reach out to me in her time of need! The police pulled her phone record and saw she reached out to two men and even Facebook, and no one bothered to help her.
Anyway, I have to get down to the club to see what I’m working with. I’ve never hosted anything before, so I hope it’s as easy as Rashard was making it seem.
When I walked in the club, it was really nice inside. It looked like a hole in the wall from the outside but it’s spacious in here. The bar is the closest thing to the door which is good because it alluring. The chick they have working it right now will not be working it the night of the party. I’m thinking of a hood classy party. I know all these niggas like a little bit of ratchetness, but they love class. Women that know how to carry themselves in public with grace are winning! Do what you want behind closed doors but men respect women that respect themselves.
“Hey baby,” Rashard said, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Trying to see what I’m going to do to spruce this place up for the party,” I said stepping out of his embrace. I looked up at his handsome angry face with his dreads neatly braided straight back and smiled. “Not much is wrong here but this place is missing a lady’s touch. For the night, I’m in charge, ok?” I asked before standing on the tips of my toes to kiss his lips.
“C’mon crazy ass girl, let me introduce you to Candy,” he said, grabbing my hand. I began to wonder if Candy is her real name or stripper name. Not many people name their children job appropriate names these days, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it was. Now before you get offended, put yourself in a boss’ position. Now imagine what type of business you’re in if you will hire a ‘Candy’. Now do you get my point?
We walked in a nice office and I could see Candy was in deep thought reading over some paperwork on the desk. Rashard cleared his throat causing her to look up with the brightest smile I’ve seen in I don’t know how long. She stood up giving Rashard a half hug then walked over to me, hugging me as well. “I’m Candy,” she said smiling but I was too lost in her aura to respond.
She had this presence about her that I had never been in the company of. Most females aren’t like this. She is indeed a rare breed. Hell, even I was judging her by her name before I ever met her and that’s what females do. It doesn’t matter what your name is, a female somewhere is going to comment on it. It’s either your parents are ghetto or they think they’re white. Once you get past that, they will mentally judge you based on what you’re wearing and how you carry yourself. Not Candy though, she exuded so much confidence! I could tell right off the back how strong she is.
Rashard nudged my arm, jarring me out of my thoughts. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Tamia. I was a little lost in my own thoughts,” I said apologizing for being rude.
“It’s ok,” Candy replied taking a seat.
“Well, I was coming in here to introduce y’all but Candy took over,” Rashard said causing us all to laugh. “Well, Tamia is going to host the party and she’s doing a little make over, so let Raphael know what's up. I have to go,” Rashard said before kissing my forehead and walking away.
“I’ll be right back, let me go tell Raphael what he said,” Candy said standing to her feet.
“I’m coming with you,” I responded, allowing her to lead the way. I followed her to the bar as she took a seat next to who I assume is Raphael.
“What’s up Candy?” Raphael asked without bothering to look behind him where I was standing.
“Shard said Tamia will be hosting the party tonight. Whatever she says goes, cool?” she said to him.
He turned around slowly looking me up and down. “You Tamia?” he asked.
“Yes,” I responded with a smile. I glanced at Candy and she was smiling too.
“Well do you, just put everything back when you’re done,” he said before turning back around.
“Will do,” I said walking away.
Now it’s time to get started on bringing this club to life! I mean it’s fine the way it is, but not if I’m going to host a party here. I set speakers up in each corner to see where it sounded the loudest from the dance floor. I figured if the people barely heard the music they’d spend more time talking than dancing. I couldn’t have that at a party I was hosting.
“Excuse me. I’m Tamia, what are your names?” I asked approaching two guys that were standing by the bar. They had Security on the back of their shirts, so I decided to ask them to help me out a bit.
“Tony,” the taller, darker one answered.
“Roy,” replied the other one. “What can I do for you, ma’am? The club doesn’t open for a while,” Roy said to me like I was aggravating him. If me approaching them bothered him, then wait until I put them to work!
“I need the speakers and stage moved to this corner over here,” I said, pointing to the corner I wanted them moved to.
“Ma’am, the boss doesn’t like when things are moved,” Roy said to me. I could already tell that he was going to have a problem taking orders from a woman. It’s nothing he had to get used to, hell, I’m only here for one night.
“Roy, I wouldn’t come over here asking for help if I had not already spoken to Raphael. It’s a go sweetie, so can we get this done before the club opens?” I asked plainly with a serious face.
Roy walked away without saying a word to me heading in the direction of Raphael’s office. “I’m sorry Tamia, Roy just doesn’t like females ordering him around. You should see how he does Candy,” Tony said apologizing for Roy’s behavior. Something he said about Candy caught my attention. Rashard made it seem like she was just a dancer here, but it seems like Ms. Candy got clout!
“It’s ok, Tony. I only have to deal with him tonight,” I replied with a smile. I watched Roy storm out of Raphael’s office heading back in our direction. I reached for my purse but forgot I left it in my car. I needed to get my brass knuckles out if I was going to have to fight this big ass nigga! I knew he’d kick my ass either way but with my brass knuckles, I could do some damage. I could leave his big ass something to remember me by.
“Let’s get to work!” he yelled, taking his frustrations out on Tony. Tony didn’t reply; he just walked away. I stood around directing them on where to put each speaker. I had the stage slightly out of the corner with the DJ
Booth sitting on the back left hand side of the stage. I got Roy to bring the small refrigerator out of the office and plug it in behind the DJ Booth. I already had bottled water in my car, so I went out and brought in 6 bottles for the DJ. He smiled and thanked me. It wasn’t until he told me that he normally doesn’t get anything like this that I realized why he seemed so appreciative. I don’t know what kind of business Raphael is running if he ain’t taking care of his employees.
I had Roy to turn all four speakers diagonally towards the dance floor. Once I got the stage, speakers, and DJ Booth how I wanted it, it was time for a sound test. I grabbed the mic and stood in the middle of the dance floor. “Mic check 1, 2. Mic check 1, 2,” I said into the microphone. I walked through each part of the club repeating the same phrase. I got Candy to take me up to the VIP Booths because I didn’t have security access to get to them. Candy loved how everything sounded this way. As strange as it may seem, I felt good knowing I had pleased her, especially with this being my first time.