Rent Money

by Natavia

  “Your stomach still hurt?” he asked.

  “A little.”

  “Why don’t you take a pregnancy test?” he asked.

  “Because I don’t need to. Why are we talkin’ about this?”

  “We’ve been fuckin’ raw for months now. Your mood swings, weight gain and you keep gettin’ sick. Come on, shorty, I’m twenty-five years old. You think I don’t know shit?” he asked.

  “I’ll take one tomorrow.”

  “Would you keep my baby?” he sat up and asked.

  “Are you ready to become a father?”

  “It’s not about bein’ ready if you’re already knocked up, it’s about acceptin’ the shit and us comin’ together as a family. I gotta be more respectful but, bruh, you really be irkin’ the shit out of me and I think you do it on purpose. Like you’re tryin’ to test me to see if I’m serious about everything,” he said.

  “I know you’re serious.”

  Mayor leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. He laid me back on the couch and slid his hand underneath my shirt to palm my breast. Mayor kissed the side of my neck, opening my flood gates. He unbuttoned my pants and slid his hand into my panties. A moan slipped from my lips while he massaged my clit. His kisses were deeper. Mayor’s fingers were coated in my cream and my pussy pulsated. I was too aroused.

  “That pussy gushy,” he said against my neck.

  “Baby, please put it in.”

  Mayor pulled away from me to help me get undressed. Once he was finished, he took his clothes off. I covered my mouth, so a giggle wouldn’t slip out when he kissed my toes.

  “Are you high?” I asked because he took a Percocet for the pain he had on his side.

  “I’m feelin’ good, shorty,” he smirked.

  While he kissed and sucked my toes, his other hand caressed my inner-thighs. He went from a man that never explored my body to a man who was putting my desires first. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. He left no space on my body untouched. After he was finished, he turned me around on my stomach.

  “Ohhh shit!” I moaned out when he spread my ass cheeks and stuck his tongue in it. Mayor’s tongue was everywhere, from my backside to my pussy. He had me spread like butter. I sank my face into the sectional when he sucked my pussy while circling his thumb around my anus.

  “Babbyyyyyyyy! Yesssssss!” I screamed out.

  “Muah! Mmmhhhhh!”were the sounds Mayor made while eating me out. I wanted to cry it felt so good and I couldn’t help but to raise my ass higher in the air for him. Mayor stuck a finger then two inside my entrance. Although I couldn’t see him, it felt like he was scooping out my essence to drink it. Whatever it was, I didn’t care because my body was coming back to back. He had me so wet my essence was spiraling down my inner thighs like a small leak. He turned me back around and pulled me to the edge of the couch, placing my legs over his shoulders. Mayor entered me, stretching my walls like spandex.

  “Tell me you love me,” he said while slow stroking my pussy. He was deep and gentle, making sure the head of his shaft gently poked at my G-spot, but he was teasing me. He knew if he poked harder, I would’ve been coming again. It was just enough to make me hornier—wetter.

  “Stroke that clit, shorty,” he said, eyeing his dick going in and out of me. I rubbed my swollen clit and Mayor’s dick was harder than before, making the pounding in [NS1]my pussy more intense. The kind of strokes that hurt and made your legs lock up but also made you bust.

  “UMMMMM! BABBBBYYYYYYY!”

  I carefully wrapped my legs around him, so I wouldn’t hit his wound. I wanted to feel him in my stomach. He gripped my hips and pressed me down into the cushion of the sectional, ramming into my pussy. My nails dug into his chest and my pussy exploded.

  “Yeah, shorty. Wet this dick up! Fucckkkkkkk, bitch! Damn this pussy is fiyah. I’m ready to nut,” Mayor moaned. He reached down and pulled my nipple into his mouth. I squeezed my legs tighter around him as we both came. Mayor fell into me with his dick still throbbing inside me. I used my pussy muscles to squeeze him while he was still sensitive which led to round two. We went at it for the rest of the night until my pussy painfully swelled from the pounding.

  The next day…

  “Yo, Kitty. I’m ready to leave,” Mayor said, waking me up.

  I sat up in bed and he had a Louis Vuitton duffel bag in his hand.

  I don’t want him to go? Bitch, just shut up! Just last night you were thinking negative and now you in la-la land. Pick a feeling and stick wit’ it before you mess around and ruin everything for good!

  “Kitty!” Mayor said while I was in deep thought.

  “I’m sorry, I’m still tired. When are you coming back home?”

  “In a few days. Take the test when I get back but I gotta dip out. I left you my visa card and some cash on the dresser. Don’t be doin’ no dumb shit neither, shorty. No clubbin’ or partyin,” he said.

  “I won’t.”

  I got out of bed and hugged him. He kissed my cheek then my forehead.

  “I love you, aight?”

  “Love you, too,” I replied.

  “My brother is outside waitin’ for me. I gotta leave,” he said.

  Mayor kissed me again then left out of the bedroom, leaving the scent of his cologne behind. I looked out the window when I heard the front door open then shut. Mayor got inside of Governor’s Range Rover then they pulled off.

  My cellphone rang, and I cursed myself for not leaving it on vibrate. It was my father calling me.

  “Yes, Father.”

  “Where are you? Why didn’t you open the car wash this morning? It’s sunny out and you know how busy we get,” he said.

  “I overslept. I’ll be there soon.”

  “Okay, see you when you get here,” he said and hung up.

  I need my own business. I’m sick of this…

  *************

  The car wash was crowded when I pulled up almost two hours later. The line was wrapped around the small building. My father’s car wash was called, Pretty Boy Suds. I still don’t know how he came up with the name, but it suited him. When I got out of my car, I saw a man walking around wearing a suit with a hat. He had a clipboard in his hand and was telling the staff they were fired in the middle of them cleaning a car.

  “Oh, hell no!” I got closer to the man and realized it was Dade. The nerve of my father to let Dade work for his company.

  “DADE!” I yelled at him.

  “You’ll be fired next if you don’t use an indoor tone with me,” he said.

  “We’re outside! But who in the hell told you to fire everyone?”

  “Your father told me to take your spot since you were late. Now, excuse me, I have some firin’ to do!” he said. That bastard grabbed a megaphone and told the staff to hurry up and clean the cars or else they all would be fired. I snatched it away from him and threw it across the street.

  “Let me tell your dirty stankin’ ass sumthin. You’ll NEVER work for my father!” I fussed at him.

  “Kitty, come in for a second!” my father shouted out the door.

  “See you lata, Craig. Don’t get fired on your day off,” Dade said.

  I picked up a bucket of water where they soaked the oily washcloths and threw it on him.

  “BITCH!” Dade said.

  “Your funky-pussy mama. You better be gone when I leave out of here or else your ass is dead. Get off my father’s property!”

  Dade gave me the finger before he stomped off. I went inside the shop to my father’s office to see what was going on.

  “Are you cool wit’ Dade standin’ out there makin’ a fool out of you?”

  “Don’t worry. They know not to take him seriously. Have a seat, Kitty,” he said. I sat across from him at his desk. His office was small, probably the size of a school janitor’s closet.

  “Come back home. I’m worried about you,” he said.

  “You didn’t want me to move back in the first place, remember?”

>   “I wasn’t ready to tell you about Roberta. It was never about you. But I’m worried. You come here, don’t say anything to anyone and I don’t know where you live. Are you back to stealin’ again? I see that fancy car you got out there,” he said.

  “It belongs to my boyfriend.”

  “The one you’re pregnant by?” he replied.

  “Yes, Daddy. That one! But why are we talkin’ about me? Let’s talk about you lettin’ those dirty people use you for your money, house and business. It hurts me to see this and I can’t stand it! Roberta is not good for you and her son is a loser. Yes, I’m a loser, too, but I love you. They don’t care about you.”

  “How do you know she doesn’t love me, Kitty? You’re actin’ like a brat! You not likin’ Dade has nothing to do with Roberta. She loves you and is concerned about you and the baby, too,” my father said.

  “Whew, chile, let me get to work if y’all haven’t fired me yet. I’m done talkin’ about your funky family. I’m happy as long as you’re happy but I’ll never accept her!”

  “She’s pregnant,” my father admitted.

  “Congrats, Daddy. Now, do you need me to work the cash register or not?”

  “Roberta is on the cash register. You can help dry the cars,” he said.

  “Well, in that case, I’m off.”

  “I thought you was helpin’ out with the family business,” he said sadly.

  “I was workin’ here to cover my portion of the rent, but I don’t live wit’ you anymore. For you to have me dryin’ cars while Dade walks around like a car salesman is beyond me. I’m done with all of you! I’ve tried, Daddy, but no man is ever going to disrespect me again, including you!”

  My father was ready to respond but we heard arguing coming from the front counter. I rushed out of the office only to see Tinka and Baby Head Poo arguing with Roberta.

  “Uncle Henry, tell her we always sell our mixtapes here when it’s busy,” Tinka said.

  “Not today, Tinka. How about tomorrow?” my father asked.

  “We have flyers on the windows tellin’ everyone we’re signing autographs today. They are lookin’ forward to us,” she said.

  Tinka and Baby Head Poo had on matching outfits. Tinka wore a plastic lime green sweat suit with a lime green bra and panty set underneath. Baby Head Poo had on a blue set with matching rollers in her head.

  “Wait a minute. The sign says, ‘No Soliciting’!” Roberta said.

  “Give it up, Tinka. Uncle Henry is team Roberta and Dade-only now,” I replied.

  “So, you let Dade work here, but you fired me?” Tinka asked my father.

  “You tried to fight a customer!” he replied.

  “She was flirtin’ wit’ Cooley while he was bringin’ me lunch,” Tinka said.

  “Nobody wants Cooley for the last damn time!” Baby Head Poo stated.

  “Shut the hell up, Pokémon. She was rubbin’ against him. Cooley is that nigga, hands down. All the females want him. It’s so bad he needs bodyguards,” Tinka said.

  “Listen, you can sell your CDs for an hour,” my father finally said.

  “But we talked about makin’ changes around here,” Roberta said.

  “This isn’t your business,” I replied.

  “And you aren’t his wife!” Roberta said.

  “You’re not his wife neither.”

  “Go home, Kitty. Rest yourself and the baby,” she said, smirking. I hated how she rubbed my pregnancy in my face. It seemed as if she knew I wasn’t sure about having the baby.

  “Come on, Tinka. Let me help y’all set up,” I said.

  We went outside to set up their signing table. Me and Essa supported everything Tinka had her mind set on, even down to accepting her pet raccoon before it ran away. While we were setting up, Tinka talked about how in love she was with Cooley when just a few weeks ago she was creeping with someone else. They broke up so much I stopped caring.

  “Ummm, who did your banner?” I asked after I taped it on the brick wall behind the table.

  “I did it,” Baby Head Poo said.

  “It says, ‘Gone but Never Forgotten.’ It looks like it’s for a funeral,” I replied.

  “That’s our theme. Our song is called, ‘Twerk Angels.’ It’s about twerkin’ non-stop until you die and go to heaven. Hold on, I’m ready to play it for you,” Baby Head Poo said. She pulled out her iPhone and went on YouTube to play the song. When she pressed play, I didn’t hear anything.

  “Where is the song?” I asked.

  “Ssshhhhh,” she said, bopping her head.

  “Bitch, you high? I don’t hear anything!” I said.

  “How can you rap if you’re supposed to be dead? They don’t have studios in heaven,” Tinka said as if it made sense.

  “So, you want people to buy a CD wit’ one song and no music or lyrics?” I replied.

  “Pootie Bang did it,” Tinka said and high-fived Baby Head Poo.

  “Pootie Tang is a movie, Tink. I can’t believe I helped y’all set up for nothing,” I said.

  A beat-up car with big rims pulled up to the car wash blasting Method Man. Cooley stepped out dressed like he was in an old Puff Daddy video. He was wearing a baggy velour sweat suit with FUBU Timbs and a du-rag on his head. He had the nerve to wear a fake chain with a spinning medallion like the spinner rims.

  “That’s right, baby! Bring your fine ass over here!” Tinka said. Cooley walked over to the table like he owned the ground he walked on. He dropped his keys in my hand and told me to take care of his ride.

  “You need to hand wash that piece of shit,” I said to Cooley.

  “Why you hatin’, Kitty? You mad because I got a good job? And guess what? I’m employee of the week,” Cooley bragged.

  “We should celebrate,” Tinka said.

  “Or we can call up there and get him fired. Him and that job is gettin’ on my last nerve!” Baby Head Poo said.

  I tuned them out as I watched a police car pull up to the car wash. Tinka and Baby Head Poo packed up their things so quick you would’ve thought they were standing on the corner selling crack. Once the car parked, Ian and a white officer stepped out.

  “We got an anonymous call about soliciting,” Ian said.

  “Tinka is family and had permission,” I replied.

  His partner was silent, and he also had a bruise on his face. I couldn’t stop staring at him. Something didn’t seem right about him. I checked Ian’s face, but he didn’t have anything on him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “I’m fine. Just tired from being busy here.”

  “There is nothing for us here. I’m going to get the car washed before we leave,” Ian’s partner said and went inside.

  “Can we talk?” Ian asked.

  Tinka, Baby Head Poo and Cooley shook their heads at me for talking to a cop. I grabbed Ian’s hand and pulled him on the side of the building where we detailed cars.

  “We gotta be careful, Ian. You’re a cop and it’s a lot of people from the hood watchin’ me,” I said.

  “I get it but what happened? You stood me up last night.”

  “I was sick from eating sumthin I’m allergic to. But can we talk later? People are lookin’ at us.”

  “I’ll only agree if you have dinner with me,” he said.

  “Okay, where and what time?”

  “Tonight, at eight. We can go to this sushi spot in Baltimore,” he said.

  “Okay, send me the address and I’ll meet you there.”

  “Have a lovely day, ma’am,” Ian said when someone walked past us.

  I walked back over to the crew and they were staring at me.

  “Girllll, I’m not comin’ around you anymore. Rumor around city is that the police is robbin’ folks. Don’t take it personal but you’re gonna make yourself hot,” Baby Head Poo said before she walked away.

  “Yeah, I’m not feelin’ him neither. We do too much for him to be around us. I hope you keep him on the down low if y’all are serious,” Tinka sai
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