by Natavia
Sneaky ass is still the same.
“What’s up?” he asked.
The room was fixed up like a gym. There were weights everywhere and a big screen TV was on the wall. From the sliding door inside the bedroom, I saw a pool. Seeing the land in the daytime made it even more beautiful. I was only used to seeing project buildings and rowhouses in the city.
“Do you have any food?”
“Naw, I was waitin’ for you to wake up, so you could go to the grocery store,” he replied. His phone vibrated on the coffee table. He saw me looking at the screen then put it inside his sweatpants pocket.
“I need the money to go.”
He went inside his pocket and pulled out a roll of money and a credit card.
“This is the life you wanted, right? Then you shall have it since this is what I have to do to keep you happy,” he said giving me the card and money.
“Are you callin’ me a gold-digger?”
“No, but this was the problem between us, right?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“This is unbelievable!”
“What? I dropped good dick in you this morning and now I’m tryna spoil you and you bitchin’ about it? What makes you happy, bruh? Yo, you an evil bitch. You keep tryna start with me and I’m not tryin’ take it there wit’ you, shorty, but I feel like smackin’ you sometimes,” he said. Instead of arguing, I left out of the room to freshen up. I put on a leopard print track suit with a pair of tennis shoes. When I got outside, my car was gone.
“MAYOORRRRRR!” I screamed.
I went back into the house and slammed the door. Mayor was leaning over the banister upstairs with a blunt dangling from his mouth.
“What’s up, beautiful?” he asked.
“Where is my car?”
“I had one of my homies pick it up, so you can get it painted,” he said.
“I liked my car!”
“Yo, you two damn old to be ridin’ around in a car with eyelashes! The fuck you think this is? Take one of my whips until your car comes back from the shop,” he said. Tears fell from my eyes and I felt myself getting lightheaded again. Mayor was going to send me to an early grave. He got on the phone to call the person who had my car.
“Yo, just bring her car back. She cryin’ and shit,” he said into the phone.
“Aight, I’ll tell her,” Mayor said.
“What happened?”
“It’s already at the shop. Look, I’ve been watchin’ this dude on Instagram. You know who I’m talkin’ about, too. The buff nigga that’s always in his car talkin’ about ain’t-shit niggas. I forgot his name, but it starts with a D. Anyway, I’m tryna put your needs first. He was speakin’ some real shit the other day. I’m a fuck-nigga, Kitty. I’m childish, too, but I’m tryna be a good dude and you ain’t rockin’ wit’ me. All I want you to do is take all that make-up off your car. Shorty, you ridin’ through the city like your name is Pinky. You too young for that, bruh,” he said.
“Fine! Go ahead and paint my car. Which car can I take?”
Mayor came down the stairs and told me to follow him to the garage. We walked through the kitchen and then out of a side door. The garage had four vehicles and a motorcycle inside. One vehicle was covered. I thought I was dreaming when he pulled the cover off and revealed a 2019 Dodge Charger. The inside had leopard seats, but the outside was black on black. The tags read, Pussycat.
“It took a month and a half for them to finish it. I was tryna surprise you, but you dumped me,” he said. Mayor opened the driver’s side door. The inside of the steering wheel had my name written in bold letters. I loved it!
“This is soooooo sexyyyy!” I screamed in excitement. Mayor grabbed my face and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He pressed my body against the truck next to my car. His phone rang inside his pocket and he pulled it out.
“I gotta take this. I’ll be here when you get back,” he said. He pecked my lips then handed me the keys to the car and the house. Mayor walked out the garage and I was still standing there. I wanted to trust him, but I couldn’t. The way I saw it, he owed me the car and a roof over my head since he was responsible for me getting evicted and losing my job. It wasn’t much but I was ready to apply for the manager position. I got into the car and inhaled the new car scent. My cellphone rang, and it was Ian calling me.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Abreesha. Are you busy? I was wondering if you wanted to grab brunch. I’m in Baltimore downtown. Are you close by?” he asked.
“Thirty minutes away, maybe less if I don’t hit traffic.”
Ian gave me the address and I punched it into my GPS. I pulled out of the garage, forgetting about the groceries Mayor needed.
**********
“I didn’t say all that!” I laughed at Ian while we were sitting at a restaurant called Rusty Scupper. Me and Ian were having drinks and talking about our school days. It made me miss my teenage years where I lived carelessly.
“You called the teacher a fly foot bitch. I’ll never forget,” he chuckled.
Ian was easy to talk to and he actually listened to me. I found myself comparing him and Mayor when I know I shouldn’t have because they were total opposites.
“You have any kids?” I asked him.
“Naw, I’m too busy for it. I’m always working double-shifts but I’m off today after workin’ a month straight. My schedule was even crazier when I was an officer for Baltimore City.”
“Ohhh, you were an officer up here? What made you leave?” I asked.
“A lot happened up here, and the homicides are too much for me, but Annapolis is gettin’ worse for it bein’ so small. The communities are lost,” he said. My phone rang for the tenth time and it was Mayor. Instead of answering, I turned the phone off.
“You can answer that. It might be an emergency,” he said.
“No, it’s just my cousins.”
“Or it could your man,” he said.
“It could be, but I don’t have one.”
Our waitress brought us over more sangrias while we continued talking. Ian’s life pretty much consisted of working.
“What was your last boyfriend like? Why did y’all break up?” Ian asked.
“We argued a lot and our communication was off. When I look back at it, I think we didn’t work because we kept our feelins bottled up. Also, I’m not affectionate. I think because I was raised by a man. All I know how to do is express anger.”
“Men can be affectionate, too.”
“Most people pick up that trait from their mother. My mother is jail in another state. I had a grandmother who raised all boys by herself, so she was tough, too,” I replied.
“I can see how that can affect you but eventually you’ll have to open up if you want the same in return. You get what you put out,” Ian said.
We sat for hours just talking and the weight of the world seemed to lift off my shoulders. I opened up to Ian in a way I couldn’t open up to my cousins. All I had to figure out was if I loved Mayor or if I settled because I was too comfortable with our toxic relationship.
Rochelle
I got an ass so big like the sun
Hope you got a mile for a dick I wanna run
Slap it in my face shove it down my throat.
I was turning up inside Nucci’s strip club, Honey Bunz, with Alexi. Since me and Governor broke up, I had been partying almost every night. Nucci had his arm wrapped around me while kissing on my neck. I had to admit, being around him somewhat kept me sane. Unlike Governor, he didn’t bring up anything about me making my own money or comment on the clothes I wore. Nucci still wanted me to move in his loft, but I wasn’t too sure about it because I still had a little hope for me and Governor.
“Damn, Chelle!” Nucci yelled over the music while I made my ass cheeks clap in his face. With my hands gripping a table, I bent over further to expose my fat pussy lips and also, so he could see I didn’t have on any panties underneath my skirt. I had a Molly a few hours earlier and I was horny. Me and Nucci was off to the side
in his section which was in the back of the club. His friends and everyone else were getting lap dances from the strippers. Nucci’s club wasn’t big at all, it was the size of a pool hall. It gained its popularity because he had the baddest strippers and the cheapest drinks. Nucci poured Ace of Spades over my ass cheeks and licked them clean. Nucci parted my lips and pressed his thumb into me. He was drunk and high, too, not giving a fuck about what was going on around us. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Nucci was already hard. I sat on his lap and he entered me. One would think I was giving him a lap dance, but it was far from it. The song went off and they started playing Cardi B's song, “Lick.” Nucci reached around me and toyed around with my pussy but for some reason, Governor’s face came to mind. I closed my eyes and imagined Governor pounding me while groping my breasts. My teeth sank into my bottom lip while my face contorted with pleasure. The essence from my center poured out of me while I slowed down my pace and rode him seductively. I was no longer listening to the music, just the sound of my moans. My legs trembled when he gripped my hips, gently gliding me up and down his shaft. The way he thrusted against my G-spot caused me to scream out how much I loved him. He jerked inside of me while kissing the back of my neck. When the quickie was over, I opened my eyes and came back to reality. I was inside of Nucci’s club getting fucked raw by him in front of everyone.
“Where you goin’?” he asked when I slid off his lap. Our bodily fluids were dripping down my legs and into my stilettos. I rushed to the bathroom and shoved my fingers down my throat, so I could make myself vomit.
“Rochelle!” Alexi called out when she came into the bathroom.
“I’m okay!” I sobbed.
“What is wrong witchu?” she asked.
“Can you wet me a paper towel and put soap on it.”
Seconds later, Alexi was handing me a wet paper towel over the bathroom door. I grabbed it from her then sat on the toilet to clean myself off.
“Hand me another one, just water,” I called out.
“You sound like you need some feminine foam wash. Hold on,” she said.
Alexi handed me a small bottle with a damp paper towel. The foam wash was waterless and smelled like cucumbers.
“That stuff will have you squeaky clean all night. I ordered it from some chick off Instagram,” Alexi said. Once I was finished cleaning myself off, I flushed the toilet then exited the stall. Alexi handed me a bottle of water.
“Maybe you should calm down with partying. I wasn’t goin’ to say anything to you because you needed to blow off some steam but, bitch, you need to calm down. Nucci’s life is very busy and you will hurt yourself tryin’ to keep up,” she said.
“But you wanted me to talk to him.”
“To get your mind off things. I wasn’t expectin’ you to be wit’ him every night. Nucci is married so use him for what it’s worth and dump him,” Alexi said.
“Can you take me to my mother’s apartment?”
“Come on, I’m tired myself,” she said.
We headed out the bathroom and I almost pissed on myself at the scene before me. There were masked men holding everyone at gunpoint. Me and Alexi ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I didn’t know what to do or who to call. Alexi was having a panic attack.
“We’re bein’ robbed. My man is out there!” Alexi cried.
“We should call the police.”
Alexi snatched the phone away from me.
“Are you crazy? My man is dirty and so is the rest of Nucci’s crew. They will get locked up and possibly shut the club down,” Alexi said. Suddenly, the door was kicked in and a man in all black pointed a rifle at us. He snatched our purses and told us to lay on our stomachs.
“Get down with your face on the floor! I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off if you move!” he shouted. Alexi was sobbing and I grabbed her hand.
I almost cried when he took the Rolex off my wrist and my diamond necklace. Governor bought me both pieces and he paid a grip for it. The robber took Alexi’s earrings and tennis bracelet. I heard a few gunshots and covered my ears. The gunman snatched Alexi off the floor and she screamed. I tried to reach out to her, but he pulled her away from me.
“Please leave her alone! She didn’t do anything!” I screamed.
I got up to help my friend, but the gunman pushed me. The floor was slippery, so I fell into a stall and hit my head on the toilet bowl. My vision was blurry as the room spun. I crawled out of the bathroom, leaving a blood trail because my head was leaking. When I made it out to the dance floor, the gunmen were gone. I could hear Frost yelling about someone taking Alexi. Nucci ran over to me asking me if I was okay.
“Shorty, what they do to you? I’m gonna kill those muthafuckas!” Nucci said. He took off his shirt and wrapped it around my head. I could hear sobs coming from some of the strippers and a lot of people were still shaken up. The gunmen managed to rob everyone because there were so many off them and they had machine guns. They even took the money from the strippers and Nucci didn’t have on any jewelry.
“They took my fuckin’ girl!” Frost shouted as he paced back and forth.
“They’re gonna kill her,” I cried.
“They just want three-hundred g’s back for her. Frost will get her back, shorty. I promise we’re gonna get them niggas back,” Nucci said. So much was happening, I couldn’t grasp it all. My friend was kidnapped in front of me and I was scared of what they’d do to her. There were so many masked men and Alexi was all alone. Nucci held me while I cried in his arms.
“Listen, we’re gonna go to the hospital to get your head stitched up but do not tell them shit! They will kill her if anything goes wrong. Just tell them you had too much to drink and fell off stage, that’s it!” Nucci said.
“What about us? We have bills to pay and the rent is due,” a stripper spoke out, and the rest followed suit. Nucci promised them he would pay each one of them out of his pocket but everyone else who got robbed took a major loss.
Four days later…
“Get up, Chelle! You have to take your pain pill,” my mother said to me. I woke up on my mother’s couch. I looked at the time and it was almost eight at night.
“Come on, Ma! I’m tired.”
“You can’t lay on my couch all day complaining about your headache. Plus, I have to check your wound like the doctor instructed,” she said. I didn’t want to get up, I was too depressed and worried about Alexi. Nobody was answering the phone and I didn’t know if she was dead or alive. I watched the news like a hawk to make sure her body didn’t come up but nothing about the club was mentioned. I didn’t tell my mother what happened at Nucci’s club. She thought I fell from being drunk so she didn’t have any sympathy for me.
“You need to go home, or better yet, work on gettin’ Governor back. I can’t stand him but he’s a good man. I mean he’s young, good lookin’ and paid. Look at you now. All you have been doin’ is partyin’ and carryin’ on. I raised you better than this! You’re a beautiful girl and shouldn’t be out here livin’ like a hoodrat!” she fussed while checking my wound. I only had five stitches in my head, but I had to keep an eye on it.
I tossed the cover off my body and got up because she was giving me a headache. My mother lived downtown Annapolis. The building belonged to Governor, but he wasn’t hands-on the way he was with Manor Apartments because he hired a private agency to handle this property. My mother’s apartment faced the city dock. She had two bedrooms but didn’t want me to move in with her. My mother didn’t have to work. She was still receiving spousal support from my father. Growing up in a home where the father worked and the mother didn’t was all I knew. While grabbing my things to leave, the front door unlocked. It was my mother’s boyfriend. He walked into the apartment and went straight to the fridge. We didn’t talk much because I barely knew him, plus he was always at work when I came around.
“Where have you been?” my mother asked as she poured herself a glass of wine.
“Working,” he replied and
kissed my mother on the lips. I rolled my eyes because her man was only a few years older than me, if that.
“What’s up, Chelle?” he asked.
“Hey, Ian.”
“Do you need me to drive you? You lost your purse with your license in it so maybe you shouldn’t drive home,” my mother said.
Maybe I was overthinking the situation, but my mother didn’t want me around Ian. I don’t know if it was me she didn’t trust or him considering we were close in age.
“I’m leavin’ now!”
I grabbed my extra set of keys I kept at her apartment in case of an emergency off the key rack by the door. Ian told my mother he left a few more bottles of wine in his car and he had to get them. I held the door open for him and he thanked me. While we were waiting for the elevator, there was silence between us. I honestly didn’t feel comfortable around a police officer.
