After the last girl came in, some nigga started letting off shots. Everyone began scrambling and screaming, while trying to duck for cover. After an hour of fucking shooting it seemed, the bullets finally stopped flying everywhere and breaking shit.
“Brevin stay away from my bitch!” the shooter hollered, as I stayed ducked behind the couch. “And stay away from my territory!”
I waited for a little bit, before finally standing up. Five of the girls were dead, right along with my niggas Mook and Tone. Running my hands over my face, I punched the wall, making a big ass hole in it.
“What the fuck!” I shouted, feeling a vibration in my chest as the three living girls cried and screamed over their dead friends.
“Nigga, whose bitch did you fuck?” Groove frowned at me.
“Hell if I know! Close the fucking door!” I barked at Mack. “Call someone to come clean these fucking bodies up man. I’m going to the back; I can’t leave out right now.” I said before exiting the room so they could handle that shit.
Entering Mack’s guest room, I plopped down on the bed and removed my shoes and jacket. Lying flat, I closed my eyes wondering what I was gonna do now that I didn’t have Mook and Tone. As I laid there in the dark, pondering, the door opened and I saw Gloria walking in.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, closing it behind her.
“Me too shorty, come here,” I replied, feeling a bulge appear in my slacks.
She walked her sexy ass over, undressed, and then got into the bed with me. While Mack cleaned up my mess, I was about to fuck his bitch.
3
Tre’Wayne “Teflon” German
Los Angeles, California…
Say my life is like a movie nigga, fucking every day, fucking every day, nigga fucking every day. Say my life is like a movie nigga, fucking every day, fucking every day, nigga fucking every day. Missionary, doggy-style, nigga fucking every way.
A big ass grin covered my face as I watched this thick ass girl shake her ass in my face. Her along with three other bitches were doing the most right now to get some of these bills my homie Merce and I had clutched in our hands. I had every intention on spending every single dollar I brought into this club because I could and therefore I would.
See a nigga had a little obsession with the strippers; it was healthy though, in my opinion. I didn’t come in here on the daily dropping thirty thousand dollars, but when I came I showed the fuck out.
“Whoever invented strip clubs is a damn genius.” Merce stared at one of the girls popping her ass in his lap as he sipped his drink.
“Who the fuck you telling, nigga? I’m ready to move into this muthafucka. I wanted a pole in my crib but Kayla wasn’t having that shit.”
“Who was gon’ be on the pole? I know not her ass.”
“Hell nah,” I scoffed, thinking about my girlfriend Kayla.
Kayla was beautiful, smart, loyal, and everything us niggas claimed we wanted in a female, but she wasn’t enough. I know you’re thinking I’m a shady ass nigga, and I couldn’t agree more. Kayla was every nigga’s dream, except mine. I loved her like a fat kid loved cake, but I loved all women. By saying that, it was hard for me to fuck with one woman… sexually. However, Kayla was the only one I was spending my money on, and she was the only woman I was claiming. Shit, I was only eating her pussy, but as far as the dick, I was giving a little bit of that to more than a few females. I couldn’t help the shit.
I’m twenty-eight, old enough to have matured and have my wild oats sewed, but honestly that hadn’t happened yet. I wish I could be the way Kayla wanted me to be, but I just… couldn’t.
My African American father and Vietnamese mother raised me, and my dad pretty much did whatever he wanted and when he wanted. He was a great father in the sense that he provided for us, loved us, and spent time with his family like he should have. My dad’s only problem was keeping his dick in his pants. I’m sure I had some half siblings floating around out there; I just had to.
My mother, Tam, was still alive and well, living over in Cleveland, Ohio. As for my dad, Tracy, he just fell off the face of the earth. He left one day to go to a bar when I was fourteen, and he just never came back. Over a decade has gone by, and no one has seen or heard from him. My mom opened a missing person’s case, but eventually that shit went cold. I felt in my heart he was dead, but my mom didn’t like me to think that way. It’s crazy that despite how badly he treated her, she still loved him.
Unfortunately for me though, my father passed his problem right down to me and my older brother Torrey. My little brother Thomas was a good dude, a square almost, but he was better than we were in more ways than one. My mother swears that Torrey and I can be different and when we find the one we will see, but that shit just doesn’t seem to be true.
As far as my brothers, Torrey has been locked up for five years for attempted murder, but will be back on the streets in about eleven months. He beat his baby mama Audrina’s ass until she was unconscious; we thought she was dead. You’d think she’d be done with that nigga but nope, she’d been holding him down back in my hometown of Cleveland, Ohio, and was actually happy that he’d be out soon. Torrey had always been a troublemaker though, ever since he was eleven and I was eight. For as long as I’ve known him he’s been a fuck up.
Thomas, my baby brother, he was currently a sophomore at Cleveland State University, working to get a degree in business. He had a girlfriend that he loved more than anything and treated like a queen. Although Thomas was my younger brother, I low-key admired the life he led. Like right now, he was studying abroad in Paris. I swear he got all the good genes, and Torrey and I got the fucked up ones.
“What are you doing later?” the stripper in front of me smiled. She was thick as fuck, had pretty brown skin, and some lips that I knew could suck the shit out of my dick. I would be finding out too.
“You.” I half smiled and she giggled and shit.
“I can’t wait. Let me go get my stuff.” She winked and left out of our section. I watched her fat ass the whole way until she disappeared, just imagining hitting that shit from the back. Damn. I ran my hand over my face at my thoughts.
“I’ll be right back.” Merce stood to his feet as the girl who was dancing in his lap prior pulled on his hand to follow her. “I’m just gon’ get some top before I go home. I ain’t trying to be bothered the whole night,” he added under a low tone and I just nodded while laughing.
As I was waiting for old girl to come back so we could leave, I made eye contact with another stripper who was even sexier than she was.
“You wanna come too?” I raised a brow, watching her nibble on the corner of her lip seductively. She shook her head ‘yes’ and came to sit in my lap to wait.
“What’s your name?”
“Janet, that’s my real name.”
“I figured.” I half smiled.
My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see it was Kayla so I hit ignore. I already knew she was about to question me and ask me if I was coming home when she knew the answer already. If I were coming home, I would’ve been there by 9pm, that’s how it always was. If I wasn’t there by that time I was staying out all night.
Sighing dejectedly, I was about to put my phone up until it started ringing again. I looked down to see it was this shorty named Promise who I fucked with on occasions. I hit ignore on her ass too because she seemed to think that she had the same privileges as Kayla and stayed trying to question me. I laughed at the thought.
“Ready,” the initial stripper came out.
“Cool, umm Janet is gonna come too. I forgot your name though,” I spoke honestly.
She told me but that shit slipped my mind. And since I wasn’t one to hold my tongue, it wasn’t shit for me to come right out and ask her what it was. If she was salty, she could take her ass home alone.
“Eva,” she rolled her eyes subtly. Subtly enough for me to still be interested in seeing what the pussy was like. I hated females with attitude problems, which
was another reason Kayla and I clashed.
We left the club and I drove them to the Springhill Suites in El Segundo. It was a pretty nice hotel, but it wasn’t too nice if you know what I mean. I was here to fuck and nothing more. I had no plans on wining and dining anybody tonight. And my crib was not a fucking option, not only because Kayla was there, but because I didn’t bring random hoes home.
Grabbing my phone, I cut some music on and both ladies began to sway sensually while removing their clothes. Propping myself up on my elbows on the bed, I leaned back to watch them in awe. Once they were both naked, they made their way over to me, helping me remove my clothes. Eva tried to kiss my lips but I blocked her ass with the quickness. I didn’t kiss anybody but my girl, and that shit wasn’t changing any time soon.
Janet got down on her knees and took my dick into her mouth, sucking on the tip, and that shit was to fucking die for. I swear she had so much damn saliva in her mouth, that I wouldn’t be surprised if I busted early. Gripping her hair tightly, I guided her up and down my dick, fucking her face as Eva got down to help her out. Watching two sexy ass females give me some top was the business. Feeling like I was about to nut, I pulled out and let loose on Janet’s face, smiling as I did it.
“Clean up and come back,” I told her. Janet nodded and got up to clean herself, while I bent Eva over on the bed. I rolled the condom down, and then slipped inside of her, moving slowly at first as she whimpered and moaned loudly. “Shit!” I grumbled.
“Tef, shit, uuuh!” she yelled as I began to beat it up. Seeing her ass move all about had my dick getting harder and harder by the damn second. “Oh my gosh! Oh!” she screamed as she let her juices go.
Janet came back just in time, so I switched the condom and laid down on my back. Mounting me, she slowly pushed herself down, and damn her pussy was tight and wet. Eva’s was good too, but I was happy I’d saved Janet’s sexy ass for last. As she rode me with precision, Eva licked and sucked on Janet’s nipples, turning me on.
“Ahhhh, ahhh uhh!” Janet yowled as she exploded. I was right behind her, filling the condom up. Plopping down on my chest, she panted, attempting to catch her breath.
The three of us laid there for a minute, before going for another round, and knocking the fuck out. I woke up at around 2am though and sent their asses’ home in an Uber. I liked having the bed to myself.
4
Tatiana
Back in Cleveland, Ohio…
“Eddie wants to know if you’re up to helping with the next event?” my co-worker and best friend Jadynn asked as she sat down at my kitchen table.
Jadynn and I met in middle school, and somehow through high school and college, we managed to stay as close as ever. I know people say you outgrow others as you mature, but that never happened with Jadynn. She and I were like Thelma and Louise. She had my back like nobody else, and I had hers the same. We’d gone through all kinds of shit together from putting sugar in niggas’ tanks, to fighting bitches who didn’t come correct. I mean I’d only been with Brevin, so most of the sugar pouring was on her nigga’s cars, but you get the point.
“Tell him yes and yes again if you have to. Why does he keep sending you to ask me when he can call me himself?” I smiled as I brought the tray containing two chicken salads and two glasses of iced tea.
“That’s what I told him, but he claims he may offend you if he asks as a man. But I will tell him that it’s a go.”
“Who is the party for?”
“A football player who just got signed; he wants to throw this big bash at Mellow Nightclub. You, Everly, and I are in charge of the whole damn event. Eddie said the club owner is counting on us to make sure everyone is there and that everyone has a good time.”
“Don’t we always?”
“Yes but this is the club’s first celebrity event so I think the owner is just a little paranoid.” She ate some of her salad.
“Well he should know he’s with the best.”
Jadynn and I both did PR for our boss Eddie’s public relations firm. We mainly worked with restaurants, club venues, bars, and things like that, making sure any time someone visited Cleveland they were stopping by one of our clients’ places. This event in particular was being hosted at one of our client’s clubs, so we had to make sure that everything turned out perfectly. We wanted to make it so that the people who attended, and this newly signed football player, not only became regulars, but also spread the word to other people. There was no promotion like word of mouth.
Jadynn and I were paid pretty well, especially when the event was big news or the client had a lot of money. We were both doing well to only be twenty-five.
“He will see that once the event is over. So how did last night go?” She raised a brow before sipping her iced tea.
“It went the same way all of his fucking parties go. I wish you would have come, I only had Gloria there.”
“Gloria, ugh. And I didn’t come because I don’t like his parties or his thirsty ass friends who think just because they roll with him they can fuck me.”
“I know, I know. It just would have been nice to have some company in the midst of it all.”
Just as I finished my sentence, Brevin came in looking like he’d had a wild night. I knew damn well that when he left it wasn’t to handle business, and it was evident by the lipstick stains on his crotch that he’d attempted to wipe off. Jadynn saw the shit too, because she made eye contact with me and shook her head.
“What’s up, Jadynn?” He nodded his head up and scratched his curly hair.
“Hey, Brevin.” She waved lazily.
“Baby.” He leaned down to kiss my face and I wanted to move but I also didn’t want to upset his crazy ass. “How’s the baby?” he touched my stomach and I slightly recoiled.
“It’s fine, Brevin. Go clean yourself up.” I nudged him off.
Both Jadynn and I watched him leave before we both made eye contact.
“I’m not gonna say too much because it’ll be the pot calling the kettle black, but I can’t stand his ass Tati. And look at that bruise on your arm.”
“Russell ain’t no better.”
“He’s not, but at least he knows how to keep his hands to himself. Look I know my nigga ain’t shit and I shouldn’t be talking, but I just don’t want him to hurt you or the child. You were so sad when you lost the last one—“
“Jadynn, I know. I get it. Brevin gets rough sometimes but he’s not gonna do anything to make me lose the baby. He wants it just as badly as I do.”
“Yes but accidents happen and I don’t want an accident happening to you.”
“It won’t.” I half smiled and she nodded. Brevin was psycho, but he was just as sad as I was when I lost the last baby, so he would never do anything to jeopardize this one. I knew it. I knew him.
Jadynn and I finished our lunch, talked a little bit, and then she went home. I was a bit tired so I decided to head upstairs and take a nap. However, I couldn’t even fall asleep really because all I saw were those lipstick stains on Brevin’s crotch. I loved him and I wanted us to be a family, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last with him acting the way he did. I wasn’t going to threaten my health by sleeping with a man who sleeps with all of Ohio. All of this was so confusing and I was just beyond conflicted. I felt like God had something better for me, but then again maybe this really was it.
“Sorry about that baby, business went on longer than expected,” Brevin walked into the bedroom, prompting me to sit up.
“There was lipstick on your pants, Brevin.”
“What? Nah Mack, Groove, and I went to have a burger and I guess some of the ketchup got onto my pants ma, damn!”
“Damn? The hell do you mean damn?” I got off the bed, I was angry now. “Nigga I should be the only one mad! You’re coming up in here at twelve in the damn afternoon with another bitch’s lipstick on your pants and you’re the one mad? Nigga, I should slap the shit out of you!” I shoved his tall muscular ass, but he didn’t go
anywhere. I wasn’t even half of his size.
“Back yo’ little ass up!” he wrapped his hand around my neck, but not too tightly because I could still breathe. “I told you it was ketchup and that’s the end of it.” He tossed me onto the bed.
I couldn’t help it so I began to sob lightly. I was trying to be happy because I had a baby coming and a man that most bitches dreamed of being with, but it was hard to keep lying to myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I was genuinely happy in my relationship. The only time I smiled was when I was away from home, out with Jadynn, or at work.
“Tati, baby I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I’m just stressing because I got shot at last night.” He knelt down in front of me.
Lifting my head from my hands I asked, “You did?”
“Yeah, I did. You know Mook and Tone?” I nodded in response. “They got killed. My homies are dead, and you know they were my shooters.”
“I’m sorry baby,” I sniffled. “What are you gonna do now?”
“I have to find some new people to be on my team, but I can’t deal with no amateurs you know?” He sat next to me, so I leaned my head on his shoulder. Draping his arm around me, he began rubbing up and down my bicep before kissing my forehead. “I’m stressing right now, so forgive me for being rough, okay?”
“Okay.”
He kissed me softly while rubbing the small bulge in my stomach. I just caressed the side of his face as our tongues became entangled with one another.
“I love you Tati and I promise shit ain’t gonna always be like this.”
5
Jadynn Davidsen
After eating and chilling with Tatiana, I was feeling tired as hell. I wanted to take advantage of my day off because with this big ass event for Mellow coming up, I would be working nonstop. I didn’t mind when I saw my paychecks though. Nope, not at all.
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