Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway

by Natavia

  She looked at me with passion filled eyes and swallowed everything. “Who the fuck you been practicing on? This was supposed to be your first time giving head.” I was getting jealous maybe she been out here doing her thing, like I was doing mine.

  She pushed me off the bed. She could not keep her hands to herself. Every time we get into an argument of some sort, she would always become physical. If she wasn’t hurting, I would’ve body slammed her little ass.

  “Nigga, don’t ever come out your mouth wrong toward me again, you little dirty dick motherfucker!” she screamed.

  I ignored her, then got up to take a shower and jerk off. I needed some pussy badly, good head was good but it was just a tease. You could suck my dick till I screamed and I would still be horny. They told Tee she had to wait two weeks before she could have sex again or else she would become pregnant. I couldn’t wait for another week! She was going to have to give that pussy up. I could get my rocks off with another chick, but I was not even trying to hurt her like that again.

  Man-Man

  I already knew that crazy little motherfucker put Ervin’s lips in my mailbox. I wasn’t a bitch nigga, but I was not trying to have beef with that nigga. He was a sick ass dude and that was exactly why I wanted him out first. I knew he was hip to me after the way he kept popping up on me. I knew sooner or later they would find out, but not this soon. I hated that nigga Royal with a passion because he took my throne and two because he got my little cousin on some gang banging shit. Ashaun was a good boy back in the day. The family had high hopes for him.

  I was from Jamaica-born and raised. I came to live in the States at the age of 16 for a better living. I lived with Ashaun and his parents, so he was like a little brother to me. I was only eight years older than him. When I was 19yrs old, I started copping from this Cuban dude, named Leodonis. I was a hot head back then doing a lot of splurging and what not. Then I got locked up for ten years for possession of a firearm.

  When I came home, these little niggas were living in mansions and driving Bentleys and shit. All those little niggas were balling, every single last one of them.

  That was supposed to be my life. They were supposed to give me back my throne since I was the real king of these streets. I knew all about Leodonis getting my workers knocked off. He wiped my whole operation out and started out with a new one. I would be a fool to go after him because he was a very powerful man. He was untouchable. I was going after the next best thing instead, Royal’s bitch ass.

  Royal was untouchable too that was why I was putting a price on all his main soldier’s heads. The first one being Corey. The love Corey had for his brother was unexplainable. He would lay his life out on the line for him. Jazz fucked up when she caught feelings for him. She was supposed to get close enough to him to find out if he had any dirt on me, but that never happened. I had to send my nigga Ace’s little brother Ervin to do the job and he failed. He shot Tee-Tee instead.

  They found out I was stealing, but that was my money I was taking back. I didn’t owe them little niggas shit! Royal’s bitch ass had me trapping out of houses and shit like I was a little nigga. I’m 32 fucking years old! What the fuck I look like following some little shitty ass nigga’s orders for? When Ashaun asked me about stealing, of course, I denied it. I told him Peanut did it. I told them how Peanut was bragging about the shit and everything. I also told him that Peanut had some little niggas working with him from out P.G. County.

  Ashaun believed me, he even murked his little innocent ass. I also told him I had some money saved up before I got locked up and he believed it. Then Corey started snooping around and fucked my plans up. My plan was to slowly knock all those niggas off while taking their shit. I now had to come up with something quick because I know Ervin told it all before he died.

  “They killed my little fucking brother nigga! What the fuck we going to do about that shit?” Ace hollered into the phone. “Yo, chill the fuck out! We got to lay low for a while. You already know your brother snitched my ass out!”

  “What you trying to call my brother a snitch? We live by the G-code nigga!” he shouted.

  I laughed, G-code my ass. “How the fuck you think his lips ended up in my mailbox? Them niggas know what the fuck is going on now!” I told that dumb motherfucker.

  “Look, man you gon’ have to figure something out! My brother is gone and he is not coming back! They had his baby momma tied up and his daughter! They shot him in the head twice! Them nigga’s reach is far! I didn’t know these niggas were that damn big! These are not ordinary motherfuckers! My brother can’t even have an open fucking casket! This is all on you nigga because you withheld a lot of information! You got us beefing with a modern day Scarface type nigga! Now, you are going to fix this shit!” he screamed through the phone.

  “We are going to kidnap his momma and hold her for ransom. I have been to her home a few times. That’s the only other option I can come up with. Once we get the money, we can set up shop back home in Jamaica,” I told him.

  “Ok bet! Let’s make that shit happen. I have a family back home that is depending on me.” He hung up.

  I met Ace when I was locked up. He was from Jamaica, too. They came over to the U.S when they were small children. We both were from Kingston, Jamaica. The poorest part of Kingston; so we were hungry for a come up. When I told him about my spot being taken, he told me to take it back. He also said he would help me because once he was released he wouldn’t have shit. I had got out a month before he did. Once he got out, we had been putting our plan into motion. My only mistake was not telling him who the nigga was that I was after. I knew if I had told him he would’ve changed his mind, but it was too late for him to. I’m sure they found out everything.

  Jamie

  “Tataliscious, shut your ass up!” I said laughing at him. It was just another day at “Fountain of Youth” my salon/spa. It was my pride and joy and the only thing that could keep me sane. That day I ended up going over to Tyran’s house with him, so we could clear up some things, we got into a big ass fight in front her house. I had to whip her ass because she had the nerve to spit on me. I didn’t understand how a chick could go through all that just because of a one-night stand.

  Ashaun had bought the place for me around the time he found out that he had a son. I guess it was one of those “I’m sorry” gifts. It was two levels and it had a tropical feel to it. There were huge plants everywhere. The walls had 3D tropical birds, which really looked real. There were also 3D snakes hanging from the trees that were painted on the wall. The bottom floor had fish and mini sharks that swam underneath. It was like a big ass fish tank underneath the place. It also had reefs and seaweed. If you looked down you would’ve thought that you were scuba diving. It was beautiful and my husband paid a grip for it.

  “No, hunty! You know your home girl Liyah is a hoe! I can’t stand that bitch!” Tataliscious expressed.

  Tataliscious was a Transgendered queen. He was truly a diva and loved to gossip with his long, blonde Brazilian weave that came down to his ass. His make-up was always heavy, but it wasn’t tacky. The colors on his face always complimented each other. He was rocking a pair of Lucky Brand jeans with a half fuchsia cut off shirt and a pair of fuchsia Prada pumps. He was drop dead gorgeous. He looked like Kimora Lee Simons, but his voice sounded like Wendy Williams.

  “You know Tata always talking about someone like his shit squeaky clean! Let’s talk about you and Pastor Maze,” Raja stated.

  Raja was a midget. She had the big ass like one, but her head wasn’t big like most midgets. She was very cute in the face. She had dark complexion with chinky like eyes and she had a mole on the right side of her lip. Her teeth were so pretty. They were straight and white that they looked fake.

  Raja was pointing her flat iron at Tataliscious as she stood and argued with him on her stepping stool. They did not get along and would go it all day if I let them. My clientele was through the roof. The ambiance of my place was one thing, but Tata and Raja w
ere another. I served all my clients a glass of Moscato with whatever they were getting done.

  “Look, you baby thot! That’s none of your business! What I and Pastor Maze do is our fucking business. It’s not my fault his Madea looking wife caught us in his office. She should’ve knocked! He loves this sweet little booty hole hunty!” He snapped his fingers. The shop roared with laughter. Did Tataliscious just call Raja a baby thot? Everyone loved them some Raja and Tataliscious.

  “Juwanna Man just mad because he can’t bleed once a month out that fake pussy he just got! Standing there looking like he starred in the movie, “Too Wong Fu.” That shitty booty hole, please! You know you going to hell for that one!” Raja said in her squeaky like voice.

  Tataliscious slammed his brush down then snapped his fingers. “Oohhhhhhh, bitch you lucky I don’t fight people’s kids! Over they’re looking like Midget Mac!” He snapped again then dropped down into a split. Tataliscious was very animated in drag fashion. Sometimes he would just come into the shop voguing.

  Raja laughed. “Okay, bitch you got me with that one!” she admitted.

  “Bitch, you better know it!” He blew her a kiss.

  “Tata, you better stop coming for Liyah before she tries to cut your ass up again. Next time I might not be there,” I told him.

  “That bitch would’ve tried and I would’ve stomped her ass with my size 10 Manolo Blahniks! I hate that bitch more than I hate a drag with a bad wig!” he stated. We all burst out laughing with that one. Everyone needed a Tataliscious in their life.

  “What’s up with your fine ass brother?” Keisha asked.

  I wasn’t too crazy about her. Royal wanted me to hire her because she was in the single moms program he sponsored. I didn’t know why that nigga was always playing “Captain Save a hoe.” She was thirsty as hell and I also didn’t like the way she stared at my husband when he stopped by sometimes. I only decided to keep her around because she could do some hair, especially braids.

  I rolled my eyes. “Which one?” I asked her knowing damn well they were both taken. I just wanted to rub it in her face.

  “Royal’s fine ass!” she stated.

  “Oh bitch, please! Royal is in a relationship with Mrs. Bootylicious Cam!” Tataliscious answered for me.

  “Oh, I see he like fat bitches,” Keisha smartly stated.

  “Oh, no she didn’t!” I heard one of my client’s whisper to the other while sitting under the hair dryers.

  “Ohhhh, Jamie hunnttyyyy don’t do it to poor Miss Keisha girrlllll!” Tata instigated.

  “Keisha, I’m going to let that one slide because I am in a good mood. But next time you come out your mouth wrong about my sis, you will find yourself in the unemployment line! Don’t worry about what type of woman he likes. Just know he doesn’t fuck with bitches that have six fucking kids!” I told her.

  “Keisha, stop playing TAG sweetie because you are not IT!” Raja said adding fuel to the fire. Keisha rolled her eyes and continued braiding her client’s hair in box braids.

  “I can’t with you two hoes today!” I laughed because she and Tata were always cutting up.

  Ashaun walked into the shop looking good as hell. My husband was the shit and he knew it. He was rocking black leather pants, a tiger face sweatshirt with leather sleeves and he had on a pair of black leather Timbs. His platinum diamond Rolex was blinging with his yellow diamond platinum chain. He was very flashy. When you see him, all you could smell was money. His hair was in two long cornrows that stopped in the middle of his back. My dude had mad swag with his pretty self.

  “Hey Ashaun,” the ladies sang. I playfully rolled my eyes. That shit didn’t bother me because deep down, I knew they wanted to be me.

  He laughed. “Heyyyy ladies,” he spoke back.

  He looked at Tataliscious. “Gary, don’t start no shit with me today!” he warned. Those two did not get along. When they argued, it was funny as hell. Everyone knew not to take Tataliscious seriously.

  “It’s Tataliscious nigga!” he snapped back.

  “I’m not calling no nigga Tataliscious!” he laughed. Tata rolled his eyes then continued rodding his client’s hair.

  “Hey baby, what you doing here?” I asked him. Ashaun never really stopped by without calling first.

  “I just came to holla at my wife. You looking good today!” he said while practically eye fucking me. My hair was in Shirley Temples curls. I had on a pair of black Cookie Johnson ripped jeans, a jean stretched Donna Karen long sleeve shirt that was unbuttoned a little to show some cleavage with a pair of jean material Jimmy Choo pumps. I had on red lipstick, which was my husband’s favorite.

  I blushed. “Thanks boo.” I kissed his lips.

  He whispered in my ear. “Let me eat that pussy.” My damn legs almost gave out on me. I actually had to fan myself. I had been with him for about five years and he still made me nervous. He looked that damn good. He could’ve been a male model. Lately, we’d been getting along good, but let’s see how long that was going to last. I loved my husband, but we had more bad days than good.

  “Wait until we get home,” I told him.

  “Come on shorty, I can’t wait that long! I’m high as hell and I have the munchies. I need something sweet!” he stated a little louder.

  “Oh, my damn,” Raja’s nosey ass fanned herself.

  I put my client under the dryer after I wrapped her hair. I switched towards my office with Ashaun following behind. I could feel his eyes on my ass. I closed the door behind him then locked it.

  I slid my pants down along with my white lace thong. I stepped out of them kicking them to the side. I sat on the couch and opened my legs up for him. My bald pussy was freshly waxed, exactly how he liked it. The bulge in his pants grew.

  “I want you to lay on the desk!” He demanded.

  I laid my bare ass on top of my cherry oak wood desk. He pulled up a chair, which placed him at eye level with my pussy. He cuffed me under my ass then pulled me down towards his mouth. Call me Little Caesar’s because I was “Hot n Ready!” He stuck his stiff tongue into my vagina using it like a finger as he inserted it in and out. He slurped, nibbled, and fingered me making my body tremble. His whole mouth covered my pussy as his tongue licked the outside of my walls.

  “Ummmmm,” he moaned. He spread my legs wider as he made circular motions around my swollen clit.

  “I’m ready to cum!” I screamed bucking back towards his face.

  “Go ahead shorty, feed your man!” He slurped as my legs shook, my essence cream running down the crack of my ass. My pussy was so sensitive when he entered me I came instantly. He had both of my legs pinned together up in the air forming the letter L. Ashaun slammed me down onto his length and afterward he grinded into me nice and slow. He pulled his dick out slowly then shoved it in. I started pulling my own damn hair. He pulled out and started teasing me with his finger.

  “Babbyyy, put it back in!” I told him.

  “How you want it baby?” he asked fingering me.

  “I want you to fuck me!” I panted. He smiled at me with that sexy grin.

  “How you want me to fuck you?” he asked. I stuck my fingers in my wetness then smeared it across his lips.

  “Rough daddy! I want you to pound this wet pussy!”

  He smiled then smacked my ass. “Bend that ass over!” I got down and bent over the desk, “Lift your leg up!” he instructed me.

  I had one leg propped up and the other planted on the floor. He grabbed my hips then fucked me hard and rough. The more it hurt, the wetter I got. I loved that rough shit. We could make love when we got home later. Right now, I just wanted to get pounded on. We hadn’t had sex in a week.

  All I heard was his balls smacking me against my ass and the wetness coming from my vagina. His dick started jerking then he grunted and we came together. A few minutes later, we washed up then headed out. I waited a few seconds before I walked out.

  “You dirty bitch!” Raja said. I knew they didn’t hear me because my
office was sound proofed.

  “Whatever! That’s my hubby we can do whatever in the hell we want, when we want, and how we want,” I told her.

  “Well, judging by the way you are walking he must have put the smack down on your ass!” Tataliscious snapped.

  *****

  I stopped by mom’s to get something to eat. That workout a few hours ago had me starving. I knew she cooked. She stayed cooking something whether she was having company or not. You would’ve thought I could also cook, but my ass couldn’t even boil water. I walked into the house and Corey’s crazy ass was sprawled out on the couch watching “Gangland” with his hands in his pants.

  “Ewwww, nigga really? I asked. Corey and I didn’t get along. Even though he was only two years younger than me, we were not close. He was arrogant and crazy as fuck and I couldn’t understand why these females went crazy over his ass.

  “Yo, shut the fuck up! Fuck you over here fo’ anyway? Your ass need to learn how to fucking cook! Keep coming over here and free loading and shit,” he fussed.

  I smacked him behind his head. “Respect your elders nigga!”

  “Fuck you, yo!” he responded.

  My mom came down the stairs in her long silk kimono with a pair of Chinese slippers on her feet. Her hair was styled in a roller wrap I did a few days ago. Her hazel eyes pierced through Corey and me. I was the only one out of my siblings to inherit her eyes.

  “Watch your damn mouth, Corey! You not too grown for an ass whipping!” She fussed.

  He sucked his teeth.

  “Your butt need go over there with Tee-Tee in that nice penthouse she got,” I told him.