“He was fucking me the whole time, so don’t get cute, Blaise!”
“No, he was fucking you for the last three or four months of our relationship, but that first six, baby girl, you couldn’t even get him to call you back. Not even when you left that voicemail about killing yourself.”
I didn’t want to mention the latter, but since she wanted to play, I was gon’ play with her ass. Yes, Five-Star did cheat on me for the remainder of our relationship without my knowledge, but I knew for a fact he wasn’t fucking with Tahani for a good half of a year because of me. It was obvious by her antics.
I should’ve known exactly when he’d started back fucking her because she was all of a sudden happier and not blowing him up as much. My naive and in love ass just assumed she’d realized Five-Star and I were real and let it go.
“Blaise!” Five-Star shouted, angry that I’d spilled that suicide tea.
Walking past them now that I had Island’s bag, I added, “Yeah, bitch. Your man was telling all your business to his side chick.”
“The whole crew knew the homie was just fucking you,” Five-Star’s homeboy Abe chimed in yet again, taking up for Tahani. This was the same stuff they were all saying and doing while I was pregnant, embarrassing me, making me miserable.
“I won’t even fault you, because I know you’re saying whatever since he cuts your broke ass checks,” I spat before walking out with my baby.
I was moving as fast as I could, listening to Island talk my ear off. I made it outside to Belly’s truck, and when he saw me, he hopped out to help me get Island in her seat. I thought it was cute that he got a seat for her to sit in when she was riding with us in his car.
“You aight?” He stopped me as soon as I closed the back door after buckling Island in.
“Yeah.”
“Blaise.”
“It’s nothing, Cortez, just Five-Star’s stupid baby mama and his ugly homeboy taking up for her.” I started to get into his car, but I noticed he wasn’t walking around to his side, so when I turned to look for him, I saw he was booking it toward the front door of the house. “Cortez!” I hollered, pulling Island’s whole seat from the car to take her with me. “I forgot this nigga was crazy.”
Because I was angry, I’d left the door to the house unlocked, so he was able to waltz right in. He followed everyone’s voices, and I was right behind, trying to convince him to leave it be. I placed Island’s seat down outside of the den since she was asleep, and I wasn’t sure what was about to happen.
When Belly walked his tall ass into the large door less room, all eyes were on him, and everyone was silent, including me.
“Aye, y’all muthafuckas got a problem?” Belly scanned the room. To my surprise, no one said anything at first.
“Son, there is no issue—”
“No offense, but sit yo’ ass down, Granny.” Belly cut Karen off. Abe scoffed and shook his head.
WHAM!
Next thing I knew, Abe was on his ass, cradling his face and wailing loudly. Belly’s speed behind his punch had my mouth open wide, and when I looked around, Tahani’s, Five-Star’s, and his mom Karen’s jaws were on the floor as well.
I’d seen Belly fight plenty, but up close, the velocity behind his hits was amazing. I was so impressed, I’d forgotten the situation at hand for a second.
“Oh my gosh,” Karen commented as I went up to Belly and grabbed his arm.
Squatting down to look Abe in his eyes, Belly turned his hat to the back then gritted out, “Now I’m not gon’ continue because you clearly can’t take a muthafuckin’ punch, but disrespect my girl again, and I’m gon’ send ya fucking larynx through the back of ya neck, Blood. Google the shit if you ain’t familiar.”
So much for not having a high school diploma. I did, but would definitely have to Google larynx.
“Baby, come on.” I tugged on his shirt.
Rising up, Belly turned his attention to Five-Star and Tahani, then started walking over. When he got close, Five-Star flinched a tiny bit, making Belly laugh. Five-Star tightened his lips and flared his nostrils to appear tough after that shameful reflex. It was too late though.
“Relax, muthafucka. I ain’t gon’ hit you or ya Android bodied bitch.” Belly put his hands up in mock surrender. “Then again, how you out here letting ya homies disrespect the mother of ya child and my woman though? You a bitch, and I don’t like that shit.”
WHAM!
He suddenly punched Five-Star, sending him to do a backflip over the bar and causing Karen and Tahani to scream.
“Baby! Baby, get up!” Karen screeched, rushing around the bar before she and Tahani helped Five-Star to his feet.
“I changed my mind,” Belly told him. “That was just a warning, nigga; for both of y’all muthafuckas.”
He grabbed my hand and led me out, picking Island’s seat up on the way to the door. I wanted to be baffled, which I was, but I admit it felt good to have a man that took up for me. Merlin wouldn’t have dared gone and done what Belly had; he would’ve just given me a pep talk and took me home.
After we both made sure Island’s seat was properly buckled back into the car, Belly opened the passenger side door for me, helping me in. It was dusk by now.
“Blaise, if that nigga comes at you foul ever again, you better tell me, or I swear to God I’m gon’ wreak havoc.”
I nodded, so he kissed me and was about to close the door, but I grabbed his big hand, tugging him back toward me.
“Thank you.”
I felt my eyes watering and didn’t know why.
“Anytime, baby.” He kissed my lips and then my neck before securing his strong arms around my body for a hug. “Why you crying?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone take up for or protect me ever in my life, and I guess I’m just now realizing it.” I sniffled.
Kissing me slowly while still hugging my frame against his, he whispered, “For as long as I’m alive, that’s what I’m gon’ do; for you and baby girl. I’m gon’ always protect what’s mine.”
I was scared to admit it aloud or even think about it, but I’d fallen in love again. Falling in love with a man like Belly was terrifying, so I didn’t know how to feel about it. Why couldn’t I be in love with a square who only went to work, came home, and didn’t have anything else going on? But no, I’d fallen for a wild, rude, cocky, freaky, phenomenal dick slanging, gangster boxer with hundreds of bitches making fools of themselves and compromising their pride for him. I just prayed I wasn’t as well.
Belly and I stood there sucking one another’s lips and kissing for a little longer, before he shut my door and then came around to his side. Instead of going to my place, we went to that guy’s beach house, where we ate dinner and then relaxed while Island slept soundly.
Will
“Shit,” I grumbled as I sat at the bar inside of this uppity ass hotel in Dallas. Belly’s official Power Force protein announcement party was tomorrow, so of course I had to be there to capture it all.
At the moment, it was only 10 p.m., and since Belly brought Blaise and her daughter out here, he of course was playing family man and not wanting to turn up. His entourage, Cole, Siggy, and Ozzy hit the club, and I wasn’t in the mood to party with them niggas. Manny wasn’t even out here; he was in Missouri being temporary cornerman for this other boxer at the moment. By saying that, I was now down here in this bar searching for some sort of brothel and couldn’t find shit in this whack ass city.
There was a website, masked as a restaurant finder, that located brothels and shit for you since in most places it was illegal. This was why I hated traveling with Belly, unless he was hitting Vegas. Vegas was like a candy store for my ass.
“Excuse me.”
I looked to my right after taking a sip of my beer to see a pretty light-skinned girl with shoulder length hair. She was thick, not sure if it was natural, but she looked good. I’d seen her before but I couldn’t pin it.
“What’s up?” I looked her up and d
own. She was dripping in every label you could think of, including the Rolex watch on one wrist and a Cartier bracelet on the other.
“Are you Cortez Khalil’s photographer?” She gave me a wide pretty smile.
“I am.” I turned more toward her.
“Yeah, I’ve seen you before, and I love your work. Every time I see him post a shot on social media, I’m in awe.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you before too. Was you at that SLS hotel with us?”
“Oh no, honey, I definitely wasn’t. You may have had too much to drink that night and thought you saw me.”
“You right. If I saw you, I would for sure remember you off rip.”
“Very true.” She placed her Gucci purse on top of the bar. “So I was wondering if maybe we could work together.”
“What exactly do you do that would require my services?”
“Don’t laugh at me, but Instagram is basically my job. I get paid to post brands and pretty much look sexy.”
“What’s yo’ following?”
“I just recently hit one and a half million.”
“Oh, okay, so yeah, you’re making a nice amount of cash from posting. So you just want me to take some shots of you.”
“Yeah, exactly. And maybe we can hang out after. I don’t know what your fee is, but we can work something out, right?”
I admit she had my dick hardening a little bit, and I knew it was because she was propositioning me. Fucking for photos, fucking for cash; it was all the same thing. At the end of the day, it was hoeing. I’d slept with clients before as payment, so this was nothing new.
“You look pretty well off; why you need to use another form of payment?”
“These nice things are called knowing how to finesse these niggas. I mean, I did buy these shoes and this top, but the rest are… gifts.” She batted her eyelashes then moved hella close to me. “So, can I put a deposit down for some pictures or what?”
“What’s your name?”
“Nichole. Nice to meet you, Will.”
“Nah, I do know you. You’ve hung with Blaise before. You came out to Las Vegas that one time.”
“I guess you do remember me. So what’s up?” She began massaging my dick and then leaned in closer to me.
“I got a girl.” My damn voice was shaking at the moment.
“This is business.”
Polishing off my beer, I slid down off the bar chair and led Nichole by her wrist out of the bar. As soon as we got on the elevator, we were kissing and shit, so I carried her off and right to my room. I only put her down to use my card to enter, but it was right back on when we stepped in. We wasted no time stripping down out of our clothes, and didn’t bother turning the light on. My blinds were open, so the lights from the city made shit visible.
“I want some good pictures, so fuck me how you want to,” she whispered, making my dick stand at even more attention.
“My shit is pretty expensive.”
“That’s fine.”
Spreading her legs wider as I kissed her, I planned to suck her nipples, but the head of my dick accidentally swiped against her wet ass pussy. Nichole scooted down some, and since my pole was reminiscent of concrete, the head slipped inside.
“Oh my fucking gosh,” I groaned, frozen. Only the tip of my dick was in her walls and I felt like I was about to nut.
Grabbing at my lower back, she pulled me deeper inside while sucking on my bottom lip. I saw how she got all that designer shit; this pussy was top notch.
Saying fuck it because it felt too good to pull out, I began gliding in and out of her while sucking her nipples. She started doing some shit with her pussy muscles, so I sped up, pummeling her as she cried out. When she came, I could no longer hold out, and the nut that I experienced was so powerful I got a fucking crook in my neck from shaking.
“Got damn, girl.” I panted heavily with my face in the pillow. I knew I was smothering her small body, but I was too weak at the moment to move. She said nothing as she caressed my back very gently.
Finally, I was able to slide out and roll off of her. She gave me a smile while breathing heavily. Sitting up, she tried to get out of the bed, but I grabbed her forearm to stop her.
“I’m just going to pee.” She giggled.
Letting her go, I watched her naked body as she waltzed to the bathroom. I tried to stay up until she returned, but ended up passing the fuck out.
I guess Dallas was cool after all.
A few days later… back in LA…
“Hey, thank you for coming.” Priscilla smiled up at me as she led me into the dance room.
“No problem.”
I was here to take pictures as she performed one of her made up dance routines with these two other females. She told me to clear it with Dionne, but I knew her ass would feel some type of way, so I skipped all of that.
“This is Kiki, and this is Emma.” Priscilla introduced the other two women. “You can set your stuff anywhere that’s over there so it won’t be in our way.”
“Nice to meet you. And thanks.”
I put all my shit down and began taking out what I’d need to shoot. I was going to record some video while taking the pictures, even though Priscilla hadn’t asked for that. I knew she would like to have some moving shots even if she didn’t say so.
Everybody was ready about twenty minutes later, so after Priscilla turned the music on, the ladies began going. As they danced and moved, I circled the room, recording and taking photos in between. They did the routine a few more times, and I admit I was in awe at how well Priscilla moved, not to mention how nice her body was. She was sexy as hell, making it easy for me to pay attention to every detail. Her mocha skin had not a scar or mark in sight, and her facial features seemed to be handpicked.
“I think five times is enough, do you?” Priscilla breathed heavily, staring down at me since I was still crouched down.
“I do. I just have to edit everything, and I’ll have it back to you in about two weeks.”
“Great. Thank you so much. And tell Dionne thank you for letting me use you for a little bit. How do you want payment?”
“You good.”
“What?” She cocked her head, wearing a frown.
“Bye, Priscilla! See you in a few days!” Kiki and Emma waved to her as they exited the room, so she returned the gesture before looking back up at me.
“Think of it as a gift from Dionne and me.”
“No, I can’t do that. I know your work costs a lot, I’ve heard about it, so tell me how much I owe.”
“Priscilla, you—”
“Will, if you don’t let me pay you then I won’t take the pictures.”
“Aight, $150 is good.”
“Seriously?” She placed her hand on her hip, making me eye her body once again. “It’s $150…”
“Yeah,” I lied. “So you gon’ pay or not?”
“Fine.” She floated over to her purse in them high ass heels, and then pulled her Louis Vuitton wallet out to retrieve some cash for me. Walking it back over, she pressed it into the palm of my hand. “Here is $200, and you can keep the change.”
“Boyfriend must keep your pockets laced.”
“Yeah, but I have my own money. Nothing wrong with having a man who takes care of you financially.” She started packing her stuff up.
“Nah, not at all. I wasn’t trying to say that.”
“Good.”
My phone chimed, so I pulled it out of my pocket to see it was Nichole, the girl I smashed out in Dallas. She of course lived here, which was perfect since we had to work together. That night after we fucked, we went for round two in the morning before we both had to dip. But we made sure to exchange information.
Nichole: Hey, you busy tonight? I wanted to discuss my upcoming shoot.
Me: I am actually. How is tomorrow morning?
Tonight I planned to go see my girl Swan at the brothel or one of the other women if she wasn’t there. I couldn’t be bothered with anything else. Being a
way in Dallas had me feigning like a crackhead.
Nichole: I guess. I’ll have some “money” for you.
I smirked down at my phone, but when I felt Priscilla coming near me, I put it away.
“Hey, there is a cafe next door, and I’m kind of hungry. Did you want to come with me?”
“Uh…” I checked my watch. “I umm… yeah, I got a little time to spare, and I am starving.”
I really wanted to get to the brothel, but I kind of liked Priscilla’s ass, so I could hold off for maybe another hour or so, but nothing more.
“Great, let’s go.” She turned to walk off, and my eyes went straight to her ass.
“Oh, did—” she stopped talking when she caught what my eyes were locked onto. “Please do not look at my ass.”
“I promise I wasn’t, I was just—”
“Nigga, please. Come on.”
We both laughed as we left the dance studio and went next door to the 24-hour cafe. We were in West Hollywood, so the menu was mainly salads, green juices, and a bunch of other shit that wouldn’t fill me up. I wasn’t here for the food though; I was here for Priscilla.
We ended up getting a sandwich and then took our numbers to place it down on the table of our choosing.
“Dionne told me you help her get dancing gigs.” Priscilla sipped her smoothie.
“Yeah, occasionally. She’s a good dancer, but if I see an opportunity, I’ll try to secure it for her.”
“That’s nice of you. I don’t even think most guys would care enough to go out of their way.”
Her phone rang just as she finished speaking, and I peeped that it was her nigga. She answered and tried to speak as lowly as possible, but it was obvious he wanted to know where she was and was pissed about it.
“How long you been with him?” I quizzed as soon as she hung up.
“A long time, that’s all I’ll say. He means well. He just worries about me a lot, especially because it’s after 8 p.m.”
“Well as attractive as you are, that makes sense. He’s probably making sure another nigga doesn’t snatch you up.”
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