by Glenn, Roy
“Then why are you?”
“Because I have to.”
“Then why did you get out of the car?”
“Because I don’t want to go.” She laughed.
“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll make it easy for you. I’ll say good night. I enjoyed my evening, Tyhedra.”
“So did I. I just hate that it has to end,” she said, as she leaned against the car. I leaned shoulder to shoulder on the car next to her. Standing this close to Tyhedra excited me. I wanted to say it doesn’t have to end. Every fiber in my being screamed KISS HER!
“Tyhedra?”
She turned to me and looked at me with those eyes. “Yes.”
“I think it’s a beautiful name. Like you. You are beautiful, Tyhedra. But you probably get tired of men telling you that you’re beautiful.”
“It does get a little old sometimes. Don’t you get tired of women telling you how fine you are?” she asked.
“They don’t. But as soon as they start, I’ll let you know.”
“Well you are. And you’re the perfect gentleman. That’s why I’m wondering why some woman just let you get away. What happened?”
“We agreed to disagree.”
“How come?”
“Control more than anything else. Control of my agenda.”
“What was she like?”
“Carmen was cool. Not as pretty as you, but no one is. She just wanted me around her all the time.”
“She wanted to monopolize your time, huh?”
“It was always about what she wanted to do. All about her needs, you know what I’m saying? I got tired of that me, me, me stuff.”
“Did Tavarus feel that his needs weren’t being met?” Tyhedra said mockingly.
“Very funny.” I thought about it. “But maybe you’re right.”
“See, another sensitive man dying to come out.” Tyhedra laughed. “She was probably in love with you, Tavarus. She just wanted to be with you.”
“Yeah, but all the time? She came out the gate like that. Moving too fast. I felt like we should take time and grow to that point.”
“So how long did you want her to pledge?”
“Until I thought . . .” I froze in midsentence.
“See, there’s a little me, me, me in you, too.”
“Maybe,” I said grudgingly.
“People’s emotions evolve at different rates.”
“I know that. But just once I’d like them to evolve at the same rate.”
“Would be nice, wouldn’t it? But I know what you’re saying.”
We talked for a while, several times during conversational lulls, Tyhedra said, “I gotta go.” But each time she said it, our conversation would take off in another direction. “This time I mean it. I have to go.” After that, we proceeded to talk for another hour. Tyhedra said good night again and got in her car.
“I’m not ready for you to go yet,” I said, stepping away from the car.
“That’s because you want me.”
“I do want you. I love talking to you.” I smiled, but I knew what she meant.
“No, Tavarus, you want me,” she said. “You want to fuck me, Tavarus.”
“Since the first time I saw you, Tyhedra. But then I found out that there is so much more to you than just your considerable sexuality.”
“No, Tavarus, don’t try to dress it up. I can tell by the way you look at me. You want me. That’s all it’s ever been, Tavarus. You just wanna fuck me.”
My smile turned to a light laugh. “You think that’s all it is? I’m hurt that you think I’m that shallow. I can have sex just about anytime I want to. Sex is easy to come by.”
“Oh really? That’s easy to say.” Tyhedra flirted.
“It’s true. If that’s all I wanted, I could call someone right now.”
“Sure you can. But like I said, that’s easy to say,” Tyhedra said, laughing as she circled me playfully.
I wasn’t amused by her remark or her attitude, so I decided to make a point. I looked at my watch. “Give me your phone,” I said casually. Tyhedra reached in her purse and handed me the phone. “Never challenge me.” I dialed a number, motioned for Tyhedra to come closer, and I held the phone so she could hear. A sleeping female voice answered on the third ring, “Hello.”
“It’s Tavarus. Are you busy?” I asked.
“No. I’m in bed.”
“Can I come get in bed with you?”
“Come on,” she replied quickly. Tyhedra’s eyes opened wide.
“Leave the door unlocked,” I throw in.
“Okay. I’ll see you when you’re naked,” she said and hung up the phone. I smiled at Tyhedra, slowly pushed end, and gave the phone back to a not so playful Tyhedra.
“Just like that. Some woman is just gonna let you come over at one in the morning?”
“Just like that,” I said. “Never challenge me.”
“Okay, I get the point. Call her back and tell her you aren’t coming.”
I didn’t answer.
“I gotta go, Tavarus.” She turned toward the car with a kind of sad look. “You’re not really going over there, are you?” she asked as she got in the car.
I held out my hand. She accepted it and I kissed her hand. “Grady’s for lunch Monday?” I said, allowing her to wonder.
“I’ll be there,” Tyhedra said. She had the most bewildered look on her face. It was kinda funny. I turned and walked away quickly before she saw me laughing.
Chapter Fourteen
Tyhedra
As soon as the door closed, he punched me in the face and I dropped my purse. He hit me so hard that I saw a flash of light before I hit the floor. He picked me up off the floor and backhanded me. I would have gone down again, but he had hold of my dress. I heard it rip when he slapped me again. It was bound to happen sooner or later: That I would run into somebody that was just as crazy, if not crazier, than I was. He hit me again and I wondered if I was going to live through the night.
I was mad after I left Tavarus and his I-can-get-some-pussy-anytime-I-want routine, so I drove to nearest bar and went into my routine. I chose my prey and we headed for the nearest room. Only this time, I was the prey.
He grabbed my dress with both hands and ripped it off of me. He grabbed my hair and slapped me again. Then he ripped off my panties and backhanded me again. This time I stumbled and ended up on the bed.
That worked perfectly for him.
He dropped his pants quickly, pulled me up by my hips, and slammed himself into me. He was a well hung man; I would have enjoyed sucking his dick. I had chosen my prey well that night, except for the ass kicking I had just taken. He was fuck me harder now, but I had a feeling that the ass kicking wasn’t over.
Then he pulled completely out of me, stroked his dick a few times, then he spread my cheeks and stuck his dick in my ass. But instead of trying forcing it all in, the way he had with my pussy, this time he was gentle. He took his time and inched in and out slowly until he got it in. I had had anal sex before, and just like every other type of sex, I really didn’t get much out of it. But he was panting and moaning like my asshole was a little slice of heaven. “You like my dick in your ass, baby?”
When I didn’t answer, he punched me in the head. Since I didn’t like it, I started to tell him, but I knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear. I knew how the game was played, but I’m usually the one calling the shots.
But not tonight.
Tonight I was prey. “Yes!” I yelled. “Fuck that ass,” I screamed, knowing that I had to get in the game if I was gonna win it. Whether I came or not didn’t matter. Before the night was over, this mutha fucka was gonna die.
“Yeah,” he said, and continued sliding in and out of me slowly. “I knew as soon as I saw your fine ass that you liked it rough.”
He pulled out of me and I crawled away from him on the bed. I didn’t know what his plan was for me. I didn’t know if he was just gonna kick my ass, fuck me, and let me go, or if he was
going to kill me when he was done. I looked over by the door and saw my purse. If I could get to my purse, I would have a chance.
He took off the rest of his clothes and came around to the side of the bed. I started backing away from him, but he grabbed me. “Come here,” he said and slapped me again. Then he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
He got down on his knees and buried his head between my thighs. I have to say, this mutha fucka knew how to eat some pussy. I thought for a minute that he was gonna actually make me cum, but that wasn’t to be. He stopped and got up on the bed and after slapping me in the face a couple more times; he plunged his dick back inside my pussy. He fucked me in just about every position imaginable and sucked the hell outta this pussy each time he changed positions. I had to give the mutha fucka credit: he had a big dick and mad skills. If it wasn’t for the punching and slapping shit, I might have thought about going out with him again. Just to see if he could make me cum, you understand.
While he rammed himself in and out of me, I took a minute to notice that there were two things that he hadn’t made me do. He didn’t make me ride him and he wouldn’t let me suck his dick. You know, the shit I like. Maybe he was just smart. If he put his dick in my mouth, I’d try to bite it off, and if he let me get I top, I would kill him.
He was still on top of me, banging away, and I was wondering how much longer was he gonna last, when he started fucking me harder and I felt him begin to swell inside me. He began to moan louder and then he pulled out of me abruptly and shot his load all over my stomach. “AAAAAHHH!” He knelt over me stroking himself and then laid down on the bed next to me.
Thinking it was over, I sat up and got out of the bed. He got up too. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he said and hit me again. “The party’s just about to start.”
I knew then that he was going to kill me.
Unless I killed him first.
He grabbed me by the throat and started slapping me in the face, over and over again. Then he let go of my throat and punched me in the chest. I went down hard. When I looked up, I saw his foot coming at me, so I covered up while he kicked away. That’s when I saw my purse. I rolled over quickly and grabbed it. I reached inside, but he was on me, too quickly. He snatched me up from the floor and I dropped the purse. The gun fell out, but I guess he was too busy kicking my ass to notice it. He reached back and hit me again and again, and I went down. I hit the ground hard and looked for the gun. I started rolling when I spotted it. I grabbed the gun and rolled over just as he got to me. I raised the barrel and pulled the trigger, but he kept coming. I fired four more times before he finally went down.
I sat there for a minute, looking at tonight’s prey and thinking how this one didn’t go exactly as planned. I thought about calling the cops, but that was the last thing I needed to do. Then it occurred to me that I had discharged a firearm four times, and somebody else might have called them.
I got up quickly and wiped the room down. Then I grabbed what was left of my dress, wrapped it around me, and got out of there, glad that when the police got there they would find him dead and not me.
Chapter Fifteen
Zack
It was Friday night and me, Chris and Tavarus got together to play a little poker. Nothing like the last time with a bunch of guys and strippers. Just the three of us, like it used to be.
“Those were good days, Tavarus. The pre-Angelique days. After you met Angelique, I couldn’t get your ass to do shit. But before that you was a bad boy, Zack.”
“We used to be at ’em back then,” I said, nodding in agreement. “Hey, Tee, you remember the first girl we fucked together?”
“Barbara Harris.”
“Who is that?” Chris asked.
“How’d we meet her, anyway, Tee?”
“We stopped at the liquor store on the way back to my condo and she was there. I offered her a ride.”
“That’s right, and she was locked out,” I said.
“So you invited her to my condo.”
“I thought that was only fair since you offered her a ride in my car.”
“Fuck all that! What happened?” Chris demanded.
“She told us she worked security at some hotel. I don’t remember which, anyway,” Tavarus continued. “I asked for a job. She said that I couldn’t work security because there was a lotta gay men workin’ there, and they might rape me. Then, she would have to investigate, and then I’d get raped twice because she would rape me, too. Me and Zack looked at each other like we know it’s on.”
“What y’all do then?” Chris asked.
“I asked her if she smoked weed and poured her another drink,” Tavarus said, and everybody laughed. “I don’t know how we got on the subject, but me and her was talkin’ about eatin’ pussy, and I said, Zack say he don’t eat no pussy.”
Zack started laughing. “I said that’s ’cause I don’t know how. Tee said he’d show me if he could demonstrate on Barbara.”
“Next thing I know, this bitch done stood up and starts taking off all her clothes.”
“You ate her pussy, Tee?” Chris asked.
“Hell no, but she was naked by then, so me and Zack fucked the shit out her.”
“You two were rough,” Chris said.
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about. You done your share of settin’ out,” Tavarus said.
“I never set anybody out,” I said quickly.
“What about Tanesha?” Chris asked, and everybody got quiet. “What?”
“Let that shit go, Chris,” Tavarus said and nudged him.
“What? I say something wrong?” Chris asked.
“I didn’t set her out,” I said and looked at Chris. “You just fucked her,” I said and held out my hand. Chris grabbed it. There was silence for what seemed like a long time, but it wasn’t.
“She came in my room, got in bed with me, and started playin’ with my dick,” Chris said, shaking my hand. “What was I supposed to do? Tell her to stop and tell her to get out?”
“No,” I said. The shit pissed me off at the time, but I quickly came to realize he did exactly what I would have done. “You did exactly what you were supposed to do. ’Cause if it was me in that same situation, I woulda done the same thing. And besides, Tanesha was nobody I gave a fuck about anyway.”
“See, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Tavarus said. “Can’t no women come between real friends.”
“What if Tee fucked Angelique, Zack?” Chris asked.
“Under those same circumstances”—I looked at Tee for a while—“I think we would get through that. Because if Angelique was like that . . .”
“Which she’s not, and I wouldn’t do that,” Tavarus said quickly.
“I’d want to know that she wasn’t what I thought she was. And I’d rather hear it from Tee.”
“That’s bullshit, Zack. If Tee fucked Angelique you’d wanna kick his ass,” Chris said.
“At first, yeah, that shit would hurt for a long time, but I’d eventually come to the same conclusion. ’Cause if it was me in that same situation and I fucked Carmen, I know Tee would want me to tell him.”
“Zack said you and Carmen are having problems.”
“We’re just taking a break from each other until I decide what I want.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Chris asked.
“That we agreed to see other people for a while,” Tavarus said.
“How’s that going?” I asked.
“I met a little something, might turn out to be something,” Tavarus answered, and we both laughed.
“That’s what you always think and they never last,” Chris said.
“This one will come and go just like the rest of them.”
“Maybe,” Tavarus said, and dealt the next hand. “But one good thing has already come from it.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“She convinced me to pick up my horn.”
“Say it ain’t so,” Ch
ris said and picked up his cards. “You haven’t touched that horn in years.”
“I’m a little rusty, but in time it will come back to me.”
“She a musician?” I asked, while I looked over my cards.
“No. Just somebody I met at the bar when I went to hear that band Chris was talking about last week.”
“What you think of them?” Chris asked.
“They were pretty tight,” Tavarus said.
“Yeah, well, no matter how your playing the trumpet again turns out, you might as well face the facts,” I told Tavarus.
“What’s that?”
“You and Carmen were made for one another. Just like me and Angelique.”
“And Chris and CJ,” Tavarus added.
“Hey, hey, CJ is a married woman.”
“A married woman that you just happen to be in love with,” I said.
“That’s got nothing to do with anything.” Chris always gets defensive when we fuck with him about CJ. “She’s married to Manny, and that’s all there is to it. Me and CJ are just friends and soon to be business partners.”
“CJ going in business with you?” Tavarus asked and looked at me.
“Yes. She’ll come onboard as soon as the business is making enough money to sustain her.”
“Then it’s just a matter of time before y’all start fuckin’,” Tavarus said.
“Unlike some people I know, I can maintain a strictly-business relationship with a woman I work with.”
“Anyway,” Tavarus said, wanting to change the subject before we got into his relationship with Linda, “how are things working out with your new client?”
“It’s been tough trying to get them stabilized, but I was at a networking event earlier this week and I met a woman who may be able to help me with that.”
“A woman?” I said. “How does your new partner feel about you bringing another woman in?”
“Two things,” Chris began. “One: as long as she can help with our business, she doesn’t have a problem with it. And two; and I’m gonna say this one more time: CJ is a married woman.”