A Big Girl's Revenge

by Ms. Michel Moore

  “Didn’t I tell you not to wear that gaudy jacket?” Jealous he didn’t have a fur to rock, Rico practically ripped Keisha’s lightweight mink bomber off her back, throwing it in the corner of the bedroom. “You trying to upstage a nigga or what? Is that how you doing it now?”

  “Naw, Rico, it ain’t nothing like that. I was just trying to look good for you.” She followed him into the living room.

  “Yeah, right.” Resting his foot on the arm of the couch, Rico rubbed a cloth across his big block gators Keisha had slaved hours at her job to be able to purchase. “Your horny freak ass probably on the prowl for some strange pussy to suck on, ain’t you?”

  He eased behind his woman, knowing if they both played their cards right, they could hook up with some freak tricks at the concert to get down with. Rico had plenty bitches on his line, but it turned him on the most to have his main chick, Keisha, go out and bring him some new ass to run up in. He wasn’t into swinging, but more into just getting off on the power that came with making his sexual partners do exactly what in the hell he said.

  Rico was serious about his body, staying in the gym working out. An old head from around the way schooled him back in the day that even if you dead broke, pockets on empty, a woman, whether she was pretty or not, would take care of a dude that took care of his body. Crunches, sit-ups, and keeping his locs well maintained; Rico still had random females dropping bread on him. Most knew he lived with Keisha, but some didn’t. But the one thing that all the females he banged had in common was that they didn’t care one way or the other, as long as Rico kept dicking them down with the eight inches he had in between his legs. It was no shame in his game. Rico Campbell would beat it up and eat it up.

  Since the months they’d been together, he’d easily fucked at least fifteen or twenty pounds off Keisha. She’d transformed into a brick house, body-wise, and got more than enough attention and complements on her plump ass. Yet, her complexion—no amount of nut she constantly got shot in her face, no matter from what different dick it came from, was helping. She was still a “blocker,” meaning from a block away, she was a dime.

  The night of the concert, Rico was looking like a bag of hundreds, and Keisha, with the weight she’d lost in all the right spots, looked like a dime in her own right. As heads turned to watch the seemingly hood rich couple, a set of familiar eyes locked with Keisha as well as Rico.

  “Oh, hell naw.”

  “Oh my God, Rico. Is that my father?”

  “Hell fucking yeah. What in the hell his old, fake ass doing here?”

  “He’s on the Restoration Board for the Downtown Detroit Empowerment Zone. He attends most of the events held in this area.” Keisha caught a glimpse of herself in one of the many beveled mirrors that lined the alcove. “I used to come with him.”

  As a small crowd of other politicians and concertgoers tried to get pictures taken with their elected officials surrounded Commissioner Jackson, Keisha struggled to keep her eyes on her father’s exact whereabouts.

  “Look at that dude over there acting like he own this motherfucker! I should—”

  “Damn, Rico. Leave it alone and be thankful he didn’t press charges that day you bugged out!”

  “Is you back on blaming me again?” Rico turned his attention to Keisha, who was practically standing on her tiptoes and jumping upward to see where her dad had disappeared to and if she could maybe see her mother and at least say hello. “Hey, bitch. Do you hear me talking to you?”

  Embarrassed by the loud, insulting tone and nature of Rico’s voice, Keisha tried her best to get him to shut up before they drew any more unwanted attention than they were receiving. “I’m sorry, baby, please!”

  Out of nowhere, Keisha’s friend Kim walked up. “Hey, girl, I didn’t know you were coming! Damn, you looking good.”

  “Hey, Kim. What’s going on?”

  “Nothing much. Down here getting my shine on.” She flossed, flaunting her new weave and tight-fitting dress. “I see you shining too, in spite of—”

  Knowing Kim was referring to him by her sour expression, Rico blasted her. “Damn, a lot of horses had to die for that fucked-up mop on your head.”

  “What?” Kim fired back, ready to go to war. “Listen, hood filth, I ain’t the one.”

  “Man, get your Big-Bird ass the fuck outta here.”

  “Rico, please.” Keisha tried to intervene, but Kim was on a roll.

  “Negro, you got her fooled, but not me. But trust your days are numbered.”

  “Oh, you threatening me, bitch? You trying to carry it like that?”

  Acting as if she was looking at a watch, Kim raised her wrist. “Tick-tock, broke Negro, tick tock!”

  “Broke? Ho, I’m about to come the fuck up.”

  “Boy, bye.” Kim waved her hand, dismissing Rico’s wishful claims. “The only way you gonna come up is you hit the lottery off one of them thousands of stupid numbers you got Keisha’s low-self-esteem behind playing for you every day.”

  “Yeah, right. Don’t hate on my girl ’cause she got a good thang. Bitch, just say you just want some of this good dick right here Keisha done told you about! Don’t front.” He yanked downward on his manhood. “With your lonely, funny-built ass.”

  “Lonely? Never that.” Kim looked herself up and down. “Look, you wanna-be player, I fucks with men. Grown-ass men with something going on for themselves. Men with more than a blunt and a forty on their agenda.”

  Before things got further out of control, thankfully, Swazy interrupted them. Dressed in black pants and a red polo shirt with the word valet stitched across the right side of his chest, Rico wasted no time clowning his best friend.

  “Yo, what up, doe, slave boy?” Rico teased, popping Sway’s collar for him. “What’s the deal?”

  “Nigga, it ain’t nothing. Down here making that bread while you spending yours.”

  “Mine?” Rico sarcastically bragged, putting his arm around Keisha, who rolled her eyes almost to the top of her head. “Why work for something if you can get it for free?”

  “Well, whoever’s,” Sway replied, taking notice of how much Keisha had transformed since the day he’d first seen her at the park.

  “Hey now, Keisha,” Swazy greeted her. “How you doing tonight? And how are you?” He also acknowledged Kim, who he hadn’t seen since the day he clowned her, Keisha, and their other overweight friends.

  “We good,” they both answered.

  “Yo, girl, how you put up with this fool?” He pushed at Rico’s shoulder.

  “I know, right?” Keisha smartly replied as people started to stare for all the wrong reasons.

  “Bitch, shut the fuck up!”

  “Rico, why you so rude?”

  “Why you so ugly?”

  “What?”

  “You heard me, Keisha. All that makeup ain’t helping hide them bumps and that face! Don’t fool yourself. You still one ugly trick. You just got a fat ass!”

  “Damn, dawg, calm down. You tripping.”

  Rico picked up on Swazy giving his girl the once over and decided to teach her a lesson in getting smart with him out in public.

  She wanna act all tough ’cause her old dude here . Yeah, all right.

  “You’s right, dude. My bad. But come here and let me holler at you for a minute.”

  Relived Rico was out of her face, she tried to find her father. Scanning the theater, he nor her mother were anywhere in sight. Damn, she thought, knowing she’d possibly missed an opportunity to reconcile. They gone.

  “Keisha, why you let him talk to you like that? Are you crazy or what?”

  “I know Kim, but—”

  “But my ass! You a fool!”

  “I know, I know, but have you seen my father and mother tonight? My dad was just over there.”

  Before Kim could answer, Rico returned to Keisha’s side, causing Kim, still very much caught in her emotions, to walk away from the couple without even saying bye.

  The rest of the night at The
Fox Theater, thankfully, went on without Rico bugging out anymore. The concert was wonderful, and so was the overpriced restaurant dinner Keisha paid for afterward. The fact that the couple hadn’t found a stray female to come home with them still didn’t put a damper on Rico’s sudden unusually good spirits. But that was only because he had a back-up plan in place, one that Keisha didn’t know about but soon would.

  Once-good-girl Keisha had been involved in all types of over-the-top sexual acts since becoming linked with Rico: threesomes, foursomes, toys, taking it in the ass—which once required her getting stitches—role playing, getting fucked with household objects, and even having three dicks inside her at once, but little did she know this night was going to be way over the top, even for Rico.

  “That was fun, wasn’t it?” Keisha kicked off her shoes, plopping down on the couch. Slowly, she started to rub her sore feet. “We need to go out more often. I just wish I could’ve talked to my parents.”

  “What the fuck ever.” Rico was already buzzing from the cheap wine at the concert and a few shots of Remy VSOP at the restaurant. Blazing up a blunt he’d just rolled, Rico was gonna be on one real soon and feeling extra nice. “Check this out. Keisha, don’t get too comfortable. I got company falling through, and need you to look out.”

  Keisha knew what he meant by “look out,” and wasn’t in the mood, especially after being deliberately snubbed by her father. “Naw, Rico, I’m tired. I worked all day, then the concert. I’m about done.”

  “What?” Rico coughed several times from hitting the intoxicating weed. “Hold tight. I know your ass ain’t talking back, is you? Is that how we doing it now? What, you acting funny since you seen your daddy?”

  Keisha gave Rico a long, cold, hard stare. She might’ve been with them getting some wild freak shit to jump off earlier in the night, but now she was truly exhausted, physically and mentally. Eating one of the many females’ pussies that Rico insisted in cheating on her with, or letting his boy hit it, was not on her agenda for the rest of the night.

  “Look, I’m going to bed. I gotta be at work at seven thirty tomorrow. You know I don’t even have ninety days yet, so they looking for a reason not to hire me in. And as for my father, don’t start.”

  Rico wasn’t trying to hear what Keisha was saying. The fact that her job was the one thing that helped pay the bills and keep a roof over their heads meant nothing to him. Sure, he’d make a little bit of extra money selling weed that Keisha had to purchase for him from jump, but he’d spend that hanging out with his buddies at the local strip club or smoke up all the profit. If she lost this job, Rico would just sit back and wait till she got another one. Them being evicted wasn’t an option for Keisha, since she couldn’t go home to her family as long as she was with him. And since Rico knew she wasn’t about to leave him, he was tight.

  “Stop whining. You heard what I said, didn’t you? Now, go in there, take a damn shower, and scrub that dead fish smell off your pussy. Swazy and his cousin A.J. from down South is on they way over. I know you ain’t trying to make me look bad in front of those dudes, is you?”

  “Naw, but—”

  “Look, Keisha, stop stalling and go. Damn!”

  “What if I say no?”

  “What if I come over there and knock the shit outta you? How about that?”

  “You straight foul, Rico,” she mumbled, not brave enough to say it any louder.

  “Say what?” Momentarily he stopped smoking.

  “Nothing.” Keisha could tell by the expression on Rico’s face he wasn’t in the mood to be defied. She’d given into his every sexual whim for months on end, no matter how perverted or over the top, so now he was spoiled. Not wanting to get her ass jumped on again and risk showing up at work with yet another black eye or busted lip, she headed toward the bathroom, slamming the flimsy door behind her.

  “I don’t give a fuck if you knock that motherfucker off the hinges, you dumb bitch. That’s just one more thing you gotta pay for to get fixed, so go ahead and do you.”

  Chapter Six

  Swazy and his cousin, both buzzing, arrived. Even though Swazy still thought Keisha was tore up in the face, that still didn’t stop him from hitting the pussy, especially since it was free. In their world, the only shit better than new pussy was free pussy. After introducing Rico to his family, Swazy made himself at home. He and A.J. both sat on the couch and smoked a dime bag of weed they’d brought with them. Grabbing the remote, Rico turned on the television to the twenty-four-hour video channel. With the loud banging sounds of the music flowing throughout the house, he excused himself to go see what was taking Keisha so long to come out and greet their guests.

  “Damn, girl, what you in here doing?” He pushed the bedroom door all the way open. “I know good and well you heard Swazy and his cousin come in!”

  Wrapped in a pink bath towel, with tears flowing down her face, Keisha looked up at Rico, hoping for some sort of a reprieve from what he’d planned for her. Sensing nothing but coldness in his eyes, she spoke.

  “Rico, I can’t. Please, baby. I’ve got a headache.”

  “So what else is new?” He laughed. “You always got a headache, so stop fronting. I done told you what was up before these niggas even got here, so why you stuck up in here tripping? Bring that fat ass of yours out front.”

  “But . . . ” She tried one last time, pressing the palm of her hand on her forehead.

  “Okay, Keisha. I’m about five seconds from breaking my foot straight off in your ass! Now come the fuck on. I’m not bullshitting.”

  Rejoining Swazy and an anxious A.J. in the living room, Rico reassured them that the party was definitely still on and popping. Five minutes later, still wrapped in a towel, Keisha shyly came out the bedroom and sat down in the chair, practically on Rico’s lap. She’d got down with Swazy before, so she knew what he was about in the dick and tongue department, but his big, country-fed cousin looked like he was ready to rip the frame outta her ass.

  “Hey, Keisha. What up, doe?” Swazy blew the smoke from a Newport in the air. “You good?”

  Wanting to say “fuck naw” and get the hell out her house, Keisha knew better and just shook her head.

  “Hey, girl. How you doing?” A.J. couldn’t help but noticed the huge backside Keisha was working with. Used to females down South being blessed with a nice-size ass, he automatically got excited, knowing what to expect. “Damn, shawty, you looking real sexy-like over there in that towel.” He licked his lips and gripped up on his growing manhood in anticipation of what he knew was about to jump off. “You don’t mind me saying so, do you, partner?” he asked Rico out of common courtesy, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

  Rico, feeling like a boss, was amused. “Come on now, A.J. You’s family now, my dude. Trust, me and Swazy is like this.” He crossed his fingers. “We tight. We share and share alike—don’t we, nigga?”

  Swazy, who was focused on the video playing, barely looked away from the screen. “Yeah, fool, sharing is our middle name.”

  “Yeah, well, I showl hope your girl feel the same way about sharing. Do you, Keisha?” A.J. smiled, showing off his gold tooth.

  Tightening her towel, Keisha didn’t answer. She just took a deep breath, wanting the night to be over so she could get to sleep and hopefully make it to work on time.

  Almost throwing her off his lap, Rico roughly nudged her in the ribs. “Keisha, you hear that nigga asking you a question. I know you ain’t deaf.”

  Keisha could tell by the harsh tone in Rico’s voice that he was going to a place in his mind she didn’t want him to go. Making him mad would only make it worse, so she gave up fighting the inevitable and went with the flow.

  “Naw, I don’t care about sharing, I guess.” She faintly grinned.

  “Well, stop fronting and go on over there and get them knees dirty for my manz.” Rico stood to his feet, pushing Keisha in the middle of her back. “Make him feel at home up in this motherfucker.”

  A.J.’s di
ck was already rock hard and standing at attention. Eager to get right to it, he leaned back on the couch, getting comfortable. “Is y’all sure y’all want a brotha to go first?”

  Rico took the pack of cigarettes off the coffee table and lit one. Throwing the lighter to the side, he shrugged his shoulders and laughed. “Dawg, company first. Don’t worry. My girl good to go for all of us. Ain’t that right, Keisha?”

  On her knees in front of a more-than-ready-to-get-some-head A.J., Keisha glanced over at Rico and snarled at what he was making her do.

  “I said ain’t that right, Keisha?” Rico blew the smoke from the Newport extra hard.

  “Yes,” she replied, untying the string on A.J.’s track pants and removing his huge, country-size pole. He had at least a good half an inch on Rico’s dick. Her eyes grew wide.

  “Yes what, ho?” Rico was trying to play the big-fella role, especially when he noticed the enormous size of A.J.’s dick and for the first time felt a little inadequate.

  Before Keisha could answer, “Yes, daddy,” she was taking all of A.J. down her throat with complete ease. When she had first got with Rico, she was somewhat of an amateur in the sex department, scared to touch the dick, let alone be aggressive. However, now gifted, Keisha went in. Slurping, licking, sucking, head bobbing from the left to the right and the right to the left, she had their country guest in a daze, almost speaking in tongues. Not being able to sit still, A.J. raised his lower body off the couch to meet each deep gulp Keisha now happily took.

  She was easily gaining the attention of Swazy with her skills. He stood to his feet, dropping his own pants. With Rico looking on, secretly pissed at the way “his woman” seemed to be enjoying sucking A.J. off, Swazy snatched the towel from around a thick-boned Keisha. Watching her wide ass bounce up and down and jiggle while she swallowed his cousin’s dick, Swazy got down on his knees behind her. With one hand balanced on her protruding dunk, he used the other to guide his stiff meat down Keisha’s crack. All into it, Keisha reached her hand backward and started to finger her own wet, hairy snatch.