Marriage Mayhem

by Samuel L. Hair

  “If I didn’t love you, I would have left you when you pulled that knife on me not even a month after I married you.”

  “What-the-fuck-ever! I wouldn’t have given a fuck if you did. What you fail to realize, Jermaine, is that just like you came along, another sucka will come along too,” Karen stated, and then turned and walked away.

  Because Karen did not work anymore, she had lots of free time to do basically whatever she wanted. Being unemployed was typical for her, but being broke and having to ask Jermaine for money became a problem to her.

  Karen came up with the idea of becoming a call girl one day while online. Hell, I need my own money. I’m tired of depending on my tight-ass husband. Every time he gives me money or does something for me or my kids I have to hear his shit and I’m tired of it. Hell, as good as my sex is I should be able to make at least two or three hundred dollars a day. She smiled at the thought.

  Eager to act out her thoughts, Karen dropped off the kids at Jewell’s and then went back home and changed into a tight skirt that revealed her nice rounded butt and smooth legs. She then appraised herself a few moments in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she then grabbed the keys to Jermaine’s Beamer and split. I’ve got to go where the money is, she thought while driving. Beverly Hills, Hollywood, Orange County, here I come. I’ll tell Jermaine I’m job hunting.

  Her first stop was at a restaurant in Beverly Hills. A waitress seated her at a table that sat in the center of the restaurant where she could get all the attention she wanted. Within minutes men began making passes at her and offering to buy her drinks. Three of the men were doctors, three of them were lawyers, and the other two were contractors. Karen conversed openly with them, especially on the subject of sex. Her conversation toward sex was so persuasive and tempting that each of the wealthy men had offered her a few hundred dollars for a quick piece, but she was on a totally different page than that for the moment. She was after something more worthwhile with greater rewards. She exchanged telephone numbers with each of them but for the moment that was it. I’m gonna get all I can out of these muthafuckas. They want good sex; I want an apartment, a weekly allowance, a couple of credit cards, and a nice car. This is America; nothing is free or cheap, she thought.

  So far, Richard, a Caucasian doctor, was the only applicant that Karen was really interested in. He had also been the only one willing to fulfill Karen’s expensive requests right away. After a forty-five-minute conversation, Richard offered to rent Karen an apartment or a suite at the Holiday Inn and to pay her rent in advance for the first three months. He also offered to provide her with a substantial weekly allowance and to purchase her a decent car. That sounded fine and dandy to Karen, but she felt that she had to clarify that because she was a call girl, that she would not be devoted to only him or be obligated to meet any of his demands other than sex. He agreed.

  “I’ll take care of you, as long as you take care of me. I’ll provide you with money, a nice car, a wardrobe, whatever you need, as long as you take care of me, and as long as you put me first,” explained Richard.

  “I’m gonna hold you to your word, so please don’t make any promises you can’t keep,” said Karen, smiling.

  “That’s not my style, Karen, but before we get seriously into this, do you mind giving me a sample of what you say that’s so good, and that will keep any man coming back? I’ve run across lots of women that say they have the best sex in the world, but ninety-nine percent of them were total disappointments,” said Richard.

  “I’ve definitely got some come-back pussy, baby, and a sample for you is no problem at all,” replied Karen. “I’m desperate to see what you’re working with anyway.”

  After Richard had given the waitress an extremely generous tip, he and Karen left the restaurant holding hands. She then followed him to Holiday Inn where he rented a suite.

  Karen whipped sex so good on the doctor that he purchased her a Nextel cell phone and added her to his plan, gave her five hundred dollars cash, and paid the rent on the suite for the next two months.

  “You are so amazing, Karen. No woman has ever made me feel the way you just did. I need you every single day of the week.”

  “That sounds good, honey, but I’m out to make my money, and I explained that to you. I hope you don’t begin getting too obsessed with me and get jealous if you come over and a client is here.”

  “Have you been listening to me? You don’t need another man, Karen. I’ll take care of all your needs and desires.”

  “Sorry, baby, but we’ve already discussed that.”

  “Well, I guess some of you is better than none of you,” replied the doctor, smiling.

  “That’s a good way to look at it, honey.”

  She then took his limp penis in her mouth and sucked it until it was fully erect, then rode the hell out of it. His penis was very small, but this was business.

  After they departed a few hours later, Richard begin to continually call Karen’s cell, but seeing his name appear on the caller ID screen she ignored the call. Damn, she thought. He’s falling in love already. If the rest of them get hooked as quickly as he did I’ll be set for life. She smiled at that thought.

  When Karen made it home that evening Jermaine was furious.

  “Where have you been?”

  “I’m a grown-ass woman, Jermaine. You’re not my mama or my daddy, and I really don’t feel that I have to answer to you each time I walk through this door,” she replied, and then walked away.

  “Who gave you permission to take my Beamer and to use my credit card!” he asked angrily, following behind her.

  “I don’t need permission. Have you forgotten that I’m your wife? What’s yours is mine.” She faced him, smiling.

  “If you were the type of wife that makes me feel like what’s mine is yours, then it would be different, but you’re not. You are a disrespectful, ungrateful, sneaky, street-slick, unappreciative woman that thinks she’s got it made. That’s what you are. The next time you take my damn credit card without asking, I’m gonna have your ass arrested.”

  “My ex-husband tried the same thing, but the police looked at him like he was stupid when he told them we were married and living together. So go right ahead and make yourself look stupid if you like,” she replied, smiling, and then walked away again.

  Then suddenly her cell phone began vibrating. She glanced at her caller ID and saw that it was Bernie, one of the contractors she had met earlier.

  She had made it clear to each trick that her price was two hundred dollars per visit, and not to call unless they were ready for business at that moment.

  Karen ran to the restroom to take the call. The contractor was seeking right-away action. Once she was finished with the call, she approached Jermaine. By that time he had calmed himself.

  “By the way, I found a job today.”

  “Is that right? Doing what?”

  “I’m an on-call computer-tech trainee.”

  “Computer-tech trainee, huh? How much does it pay, and where’s it located?”

  “My salary varies depending on how many calls I make, and the job is in L.A. That was the only place I could find a decent paying job. As a matter of fact, I just received a call from my trainer to go on my first job. Isn’t that something?” she replied, smiling.

  “Why didn’t you consult with me before making the decision to drive my car to L.A. everyday?”

  “You don’t consult with me before you make decisions, so why should I?”

  “Number one is because you’re driving my car, and number two is because I don’t trust your judgment on certain things.”

  “Well, I won’t be driving your car much longer, you can bet on that, and as far as you not trusting my judgment, oh-muthafuckin-well,” she replied, and then walked out of the house.

  After a month of being in business Karen was amazed by the amount of money she had earned. She had earned close to two grand her first week of business, and the rewards from her second week
reached twenty-five hundred.

  Business for Karen was booming, but the married life was beginning to stress her out more and more by the day. It was basically interfering with her business.

  Getting married was just something Karen had done during her times of struggle and not having a steady place for her and the kids to live, but now since she had it so good she regretted ever marrying Jermaine. It was real simple: she just did not love him.

  Now that her call-girl business had shown profits, she didn’t have to depend on him anymore. She had begun to seriously entertain thoughts of moving on without him. Her goal was now to make fifty to sixty thousand dollars her first year, and then retire and open some type of legitimate business.

  One day, while Karen was inside her suite counting her earnings there was a soft knock on the door. Richard had phoned her earlier and told her that he was leaving his wife and wanted to discuss plans for their future together.

  “Richard, I’ve told you over and over that I’m not ready for another relationship,” Karen had said to him.

  “But why? I can give you the world, baby. I can assure you and your kids a good life, Karen, and then you won’t have to do what you’re doing to make money. I want you to belong to me and only me. I don’t want to share you anymore. My mind is made up, and I’ve already initiated a divorce. I’ll see you when I get off,” said Richard, determined to convert Karen into a housewife. He was not used to being rejected and would not accept no for an answer.

  Leaving the shoebox full of money on the bed, Karen approached the door.

  “Richard?” she called out.

  “Nope, sorry, this isn’t Richard, it’s David.”

  Damn, it’s that kinky real estate man, thought Karen, and then opened the door.

  “Why didn’t you call before coming, David? I’ve asked you not to come by without calling first.” She let him inside and then closed the door.

  “Thank God you’re not busy with a client,” David said, and then sat his carryall bag on the sofa.

  “I have an appointment with an exclusive client in an hour and a half, so we’d better make this quick, David.”

  “I thought slow and deep was your motto,” replied David, smiling.

  “Yep, you’re right, but that’s only when I don’t have another engagement lined up.”

  David was a wealthy African American real estate broker who paid Karen four hundred dollars a sex session. The fact of him being married did not prevent him from having sex with whores four to five times a week. He had revealed to Karen during their first encounter that his wife was from the old school and did not give blow jobs, which caused him to go elsewhere.

  “Lots of my clients tell me that,” Karen sympathized. “And I really think it’s a damn shame that some women just aren’t capable of keeping their man inside their own bed. If a woman has a good man, she has to satisfy him in all aspects of sex in order to keep him from fucking around.”

  David would always insist on doing kinky things before or during sex. He would bring X-rated videos, handcuffs, vibrators, ropes, and took pleasure in wearing different costumes. That particular day, while Karen disappeared into the kitchen to fix them a drink, David had quickly changed into a Superman suit, put on his mask, and then turned on an X-rated video. There was a huge hole cut in the crotch area of his suit, which allowed his long, thick penis to hang freely. After watching a few seconds of his favorite movie, he was fully erect. Like Tyrone, David had a horse dick that Karen took much pleasure in riding.

  When Karen returned with the drinks, she glanced at David and smiled.

  “Just the way I like it,” she said.

  She then handed him his drink, and then began stroking his erection. Then they toasted to pleasurable moments.

  “So tell me, baby, what do you have in store for this today?” asked David, standing with a proud erection.

  “I’m going to suck it, lick it, slurp it, and then I’m going to ride the hell out of it,” said Karen, smiling.

  “Damn, girl, I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

  Realizing he hadn’t paid her yet, Karen held out her hand.

  “Business first, and then pleasure, my big-dick friend.”

  “You got me so damn excited, I almost forgot.” She continued stroking his erection as he walked over to his pants to grab his wallet.

  He then peeled off four crisp one-hundred-dollar bills and handed them to her, smiling. Karen accepted the money and then put it amongst the other money inside the shoebox. She then slid the box underneath the bed.

  Wasting no time, Karen fell to her knees and began giving her client a slow head job and massaging his balls while doing so. Instead of watching Karen’s lips and tongue, David focused on the X-rated movie that was showing a scene of a long-dicked black man inserting himself inside a white woman’s rectum. Seeing the painful expressions on the woman’s face excited David and triggered him to grab Karen and position her, doggy-style.

  “Wait one minute, stay right there and don’t move,” David said, and then went to his carryall bag, pulled out some Vaseline and rubbed it over his penis, and then made his way back to Karen. Then without notice or asking, he rammed his dick inside of her rectum.

  “Ooowwee! Ooowwee, no! Take it out, David!” Karen yelled, but he ignored her and dug even deeper. He had a tight hold on her, preventing her from moving.

  “Stop, David, you’re hurting me! Take it out!”

  “Shut up, bitch!” yelled David. Then he began pounding in and out.

  Karen finally eased out of his hold enough to cause his penis to slip out, but that only made him angrier. She then attempted to run to the door, but he went after her and grabbed her and began punching her like she was a man. Her weakness allowed him to regain control over her and soon he had reinserted himself back inside her rectum and continued pounding. Blood began heavily discharging from Karen’s rectum, but that still did not stop David’s hammering. He finally came fifteen minutes later. Seeing that Karen was weak and helpless, David hurriedly changed back into his business suit and tie, and then grabbed the box of money from underneath the bed along with his carryall bag and then split.

  Even though Karen was too weak to respond to David’s violence, she had observed everything that he. She lay helplessly on the floor visualizing what had taken place. She thought about alternatives, but she had none. She thought about contacting the police, but quickly dismissed that thought, realizing that she had committed the crime of prostitution. Then she thought about stealing more money from Jermaine’s bank account to hire a hit-man to kill David, but the only problem was that she had no idea where to locate him.

  Moments later she finally came to the conclusion that she was completely defenseless, and had to accept the loss and chalk it up to the game. She would use this experience as a lesson to be learned.

  She pulled herself up and went to the restroom. While looking in a mirror at her bruises and feeling the pain in her rectum, Karen realized that she needed to think of a quick lie to tell Jermaine and the kids. I’ll check myself into the hospital and tell everyone I got beat up and raped in the butt, she thought.

  It took her almost two hours to make it to the hospital. After being examined by the nurses and doctors in the emergency room, tests reflected that the crime of rape and assault had been committed on Karen, so the police were immediately notified. To strengthen her lie, Karen had one of the nurses call Jermaine, Jewell, and Jasmine to inform them that she was in the hospital, and also to tell them what had taken place.

  Neither Jermaine, Jewell, or Jasmine believed Karen’s lie.

  The following day Karen was released from the hospital. Once she’d made it home, Jermaine did not show her any love or affection. He sensed that she was full of shit and was playing him one way or another.

  Chapter 14

  A few days after Karen left the hospital her attitude toward Jermaine had gotten even worse. Life for him became more and more depressing, stressful, and sham
eful by the day. The fact of him taking off work to look after her did not mean anything to her. Regardless of his kindness, concern, and sincerity, Karen still showed no appreciation whatsoever. She continued to disrespect him, to curse him, and to call him and his family members awful names for no apparent reason. He had gotten so mad one day that he finally blew his cool. He could not and will not tolerate anymore of her bullshit.

  “I don’t have to take this shit! Fuck that!” he shouted, while driving his big rig. “She’s an ungrateful bitch, and nothing’s gonna change that! I’ve been patient and tried everything possible to make this marriage work, but it’s imfuckin’-possible! I’m tired of her going against every suggestion, decision, or advice that I give! I’m tired of her calling my mother and daughter bitches and whores, and I’m tired of her talking to me any kind of way. I’m tired of her getting defensive when I say something to her kids about eating in my living room, about messing with buttons on my TVs, about fuckin’ with my PC or my laptop, or about writing or scribbling on my damn walls! I’m tired of you, Karen! I’m the one who provides a roof over your head and make sure you drive a nice car! I’m the one who made sure your kids had a Christmas! I’m the one who buys your cigarettes, gives you gas money, and buys Pampers and milk for Alexus! I’m the one who buys your tampons when you’re bleeding! Is this the muthafuckin’ thanks I get? And now you think I’m stupid enough to believe that goddamn lie about someone raping you and beating you up! Bitch, I’m not stupid! Fuck that, I deserve to be treated better than this! I’m getting a fuckin’ divorce then I’ll find me someone who appreciates me! Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

  Jermaine stormed into his home like a madman after work. He bypassed the kids without speaking and headed straight for the bedroom. Karen was laying down, watching Jerry Springer.

  “We’ve gotta talk!” he said, and then closed the door.

  “Can’t you see I’m watching TV?” she replied, never looking at him.

  He then approached the television and snatched the plug out of the wall.