“Wh-why I—”
“’Cause that’s my bitch in there. Now either you do what the fuck I said, or I can splatter yo’ shit on this glass, then no muthafucka will be able to see.” Placing the gun to his shiny ass forehead, I bit my lip, asking, “What you think, homie?”
He nodded then rushed to the door off to the side, typed in a code, and opened it. Soon as he did, I slipped into the room with Camarih. The second song had ended now, so the black tinted glass had come back down.
“Camarih—”
“Close it back up,” I told the owner, and he did so, leaving Camarih and I in the room.
“What are you doing? I’m working!” She frowned up at me.
“You told me you worked at a fucking facial spa or some shit like that! Come to find out, you a whole hoe!” I hissed, using my gun to talk.
“Fuck you, nigga! You’re the hoe! Got your nerve—”
She shut up when I put my piece to her little nose.
“Yeah. Shut yo’ little disrespectful ass up ’fore I kill you.” I started laughing when I saw her tear up out of fear, so she immediately put on a scowl and tried to walk past me. “Aye, come here.” I gripped her waist with my free hand, pulling her back.
“No. Don’t touch me, you psycho!”
“Man, calm the fuck down. Ain’t nobody gon’ shoot yo’ little crybaby ass.” I kept a hold on her as I put my gun down. Bringing her into me, I started kissing her lips then made it down to her neck while massaging her fat ass. “I miss you, Buttascotch.”
“You miss a hoe that’s pregnant by somebody else?”
“You bet not be pregnant by another nigga, or I swear I’m killing you, Camarih. On everything I love, I will put a bullet in you.” I backed her to the wall.
“I’m not pregnant by anybody else, stupid! You came up with that theory not—”
Before she could finish, I was kissing her plump lips, lifting her up, and wrapping her legs around my waist. Releasing my dick, I moved the thin ass underwear she was wearing under that weird ass skirt, and slid in. A nigga almost came right then.
“I know it’s mine.” I sucked her lips, holding her thick thighs in my hands as I beat her shit up against the wall. “You know better than to let another nigga in my pussy.” I talked my shit as I pounded her hard, not letting up, even though I watched and felt her cream down my dick.
“Tony…” She whimpered my name the way I liked her to, as I started to suck on her lips. She felt good as fuck, looked good as fuck, and smelled good as fuck. I ain’t know what she did to a nigga, but I wanted this girl. Shit, to be honest, I wanted her from the first time I’d seen her pretty ass.
“Fuck!” I groaned, going harder in her juicy ass walls. She released for the third time, making me nut all up in her with ferocity.
We kissed for a little bit, but then she started nudging me away.
“Let me down.”
Pulling out of her, I placed her to her feet, but she fell.
“Daddy fucked you up, huh?” I helped her rise, but she snatched from me. “Fuck is wrong with you?” I fixed myself, putting my dick away.
“You need to leave me alone, for real.” She went into her bag to use a wipe.
“Because all you do is string me along then come sleep with me to keep me attached! Leave me be!”
“Maybe I changed my mind!”
“Well sorry! You can’t just show up saying you changed your mind and expect me to say okay. If you’ve changed your mind, prove it. I need more than some impromptu dick. That’s what the rest of these hoes get.”
“Aight. Fasho.” I kissed the nape of her neck and started toward the door after grabbing my gun. I felt her watching my back. “Thank you for the pussy. It was as good, wet, and tight as always.” I winked.
“Go away, Houston.”
Leaving the small room she was in, I saw the audience portion was cleared out, so the homies must’ve gone back to the section.
I ran into the owner on my way to the exit and made sure to let him know he needed to send Camarih home. If he didn’t, I was shooting his crib up. He agreed, so I texted Eitan to let him know the limo was theirs, and I was catching a ride home.
I hit up Brielle to come scoop me since I saw she’d texted me and didn’t feel like paying for an Uber.
“No invite?” she asked as soon as I got into the passenger seat of her car.
“I should’ve rode in the back so yo’ ass wouldn’t talk to me.” I adjusted the seat so a nigga could lean back and rest. Camarih’s walls had a nigga’s legs weak.
“How dare you be rude to me when I’m doing you a favor.”
I ignored her ass, closing my eyes to think for a moment on how I was gon’ get my bitch back. I wasn’t like these other niggas, so I didn’t know what to say, buy, or do to convince her of the shit. I was gon’ have to think real fucking hard.
“’Preciate it.” I sat up when Brielle got to my crib. I didn’t know why she put the whip in park, because she fasho wasn’t staying.
“Wait, don’t I get a favor too?” She reached into my lap to unbuckle my jeans.
She took my dick out and started massaging it, getting it a little hard, so I placed my hand on top of hers and rubbed the tip across her lips as hard as I could. I even tapped her nose with it.
“Taste good, don’t it?” I quizzed smugly when she licked her lips then sucked the tip a little bit.
“Yeah.” She moaned.
“Rub it all around.” I held in my laughter as her stupid ass rubbed my dick all around her mouth, sucking the head every now and again. “The best out, huh?”
“Yes, baby.” She took it all the way into her mouth.
Rubbing her hair back, I leaned down some to whisper. “Now you know why I can’t stop fucking with Camarih. She just came all over this muthafucka. Pussy taste like fresh buttered cornbread from Grandma’s, huh?” I laughed hard as fuck as Brielle shot her head up out of my lap like she was avoiding the plague.
“You fucking asshole!” She screamed. “And you’ve been banging that hoe raw! You never fucked me without one, nasty!”
Putting my shit away, I said, “Now you know who this dick belong to. And don’t be out here bragging about how you ate my bitch’s pussy, aight?” I climbed out of her whip.
“Get out of my car, Tony!” Brielle hollered as if I wasn’t already out.
As I walked up my driveway, I heard Brielle’s tires screech as she sped off my street. Not giving a fuck, I went inside, hopped in the shower, brushed my teeth, and then continued pondering on how to get my girl back.
Camarih
A couple nights later…
It was only 7 p.m., but my body was extremely exhausted. I’d been fine since I found out I was pregnant, but just this morning, I was throwing up like a drunk white bitch after the club.
To make matters worse, I wasn’t even in the comfort of my own home. I was in this damn motel, sick as a dog.
By now, my stomach had finally settled, so I was able to lie down on the fresh sheets, pillows, and pillowcases I’d gotten from Target. I made sure to get the cheapest I could find though because I was still saving my money for a new place. And cheap was better than sleeping on the shit the motel provided.
As soon as I started to drift off, I heard someone knocking on my room door. I damn near jumped out of my skin at the sound. Looking over my shoulder, I stared at the door for a little bit but then the person knocked again. Sitting up, I looked around the room for a weapon, and decided on one of the lamps.
“Camarih, open the fucking door!” Tony barked just as I was about to unplug the lamp.
Sighing out of relief, I rose up and went to look out the peephole. I knew his voice, his sexy, raspy, tone, but I still wanted to be sure.
“What, Houston?”
“Let me in, damn.”
“No. You stay away from me. I will contact you when I go into labor.”
“Camarih, that’s not for like a fucking year. Let me in the mu
thafuckin door ’fore I shoot the knob off this bitch.”
“It’s gonna be less than a year.” I corrected him. He said nothing, so I quickly unlocked the door for him, assuming the worst. “Dang, nigga!” I frowned when he stormed in. I followed him but then got back in my bed.
He surveyed the room then sat down on the edge of the bed. I looked up at him and him down at me, before he pecked me. Per usual, I melted like butter sitting on a stove, as he peeled the covers back. He smelled so good, looked so scrumptious, and felt so strong as his hands rubbed up and down my hips.
“You miss me?” he inquired.
“No.” I turned away from his soft lips.
“It seems like it.” He touched between my legs, feeling the wetness on the seat of my panties.
“Stop, Tony. I’m serious.” I pouted, and he grinned with his cute ass. I hated him.
“Calm the fuck down. Ain’t nobody trying to fuck you. I came to scoop you.”
“Scoop me and go where?”
“Ride with me.” He tucked his lips in momentarily before kissing me.
“I’m sick.”
“No you ain’t.”
“I am. Don’t I look ill?” I giggled since he’d clawed my stomach.
“Nah. You look beautiful.”
The room went dead silent, except for the sound of the rinky-dink heater I had on. Tony always complimented me, but something about the way he’d just said those four words felt different. I honestly didn’t know why.
“Thanks,” I responded shyly.
“So you gon’ roll with me or what?” He leaned across the bed, propping himself up on his side by using one of his arms.
“Are we going to shoot people?”
“Nah. But if you can, dress chill but nice.”
“Where are we going?”
“You coming or nah? Quit asking all these fucking questions.”
Chuckling, I got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to pee. I cleaned between my legs since he had me a little wet earlier. I was not about to shower because I’d just showered an hour ago.
Coming out into the room, I fished through my duffel until I found a new pair of panties, this orange wrap dress, and some gold stiletto sandals. I hurried into the bathroom to dress, applying a little bit of makeup plus some flesh colored gloss. I tied my hair up into a messy bun and let a couple tendrils hang, two at the nape of my neck and two at my temples. Once I had on my earrings, I left the bathroom to put on my shoes.
“Can I help you?” I quizzed Tony playfully. He was now seated in the chair in the room, watching me intensely.
“You always got a fucking glow.”
“I put my usual butter on after my shower earlier. That’s why.” I finished buckling my sandal heel and stood up.
I walked over to the other side of the bed, closest to him, so I could put my phone and things into my purse.
“Bring yo’ ass over here.” He pulled me into his lap. “You smell good as shit.”
“Tony.” I whined as his hands ran amuck all over my body. The dress was of a silk-like material, so I could really feel his touch.
“Give me a kiss first.”
Looking over my shoulder at him, I pecked him a few times as he caressed my flat stomach and breasts through the dress, then he let me up.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Tony got up to open the motel door but then stopped once he had it cracked.
“Bring yo’ bag.”
“Why I—”
“’Cause you not staying here no more.”
“No. I have to. I paid for the rest of the week already.”
“Camarih, no the fuck you didn’t. They only take cash by the hour. You can’t do no muthafuckin week.”
Rolling my eyes since he’d caught me, I replied, “Fine.” Grabbing my bag and filling it with the little stuff I had lying around, I added, “How do you know?”
“This is my hood. Plus, I don’ brought many of hoes to this shit for that reason, pay for an hour instead of a night.”
“You’re horrible.” I scoffed, slipping out past him. He grabbed my ass on the way before letting the door close behind us.
Opening the passenger side door for me, he took my bag and then tossed it in the back seat from his side before sliding into the driver’s seat.
He pulled out onto the somewhat dark streets of Leimert Park and started to drive. It smelled good in his car always, like fresh cotton with a mix of his cologne which was Hermés; I saw it on his dresser.
He had Dom Kennedy playing but at a nice volume so that it wasn’t too loud, but we could still enjoy it. I began bobbing my head subtly, but the feeling of Tony’s free hand grabbing mine, paralyzed me.
Slipping his hand under mine and intertwining our fingers, he brought the back of my hand to his mouth to kiss it. He gave me no eye contact while doing so; he kept them on the road.
“I wanna ask you some shit.” He made a left turn.
“Okay.” I was so nervous.
“I want you. So I’m asking you to be my girl.” He glanced my way, licking his supple lips and trying to entice me; it worked.
“Houston, I told you, you don’t have to make me your girlfriend; just give us dating a try.”
“I know what the fuck you said, and I want you to be my girl. So what’s yo’ answer?”
“Mmm, okay.”
“For real? That’s how you gon’ do me?”
“Yes, Houston Terranova, I would love to be your girlfriend.”
Licking his lips, he replied, “Cool.” We came to another red light, so he reached into the back seat, pulling a Fendi shopping bag to the front. “I know that bitch nigga bought them slides for you, so you gon’ toss ’em,” he explained as I pulled the box out.
I saw it was a pair of the new season Fendi slides, making me smile.
“Okay.” There was another box, so I asked, “Is this other one for me too?”
“Yeah. Who the fuck else is it for?”
Retrieving it, I unboxed it to see a beautiful purse made of PVC and leather, with the Fendi monogram all over it in white. It was so nice.
“You shouldn’t have gotten me this stuff. I don’t need it.” I admired both gifts some more.
“I can buy my baby mama whatever the fuck I want to.”
I chuckled, then said, “Your girlfriend you mean.”
“That too.” He sighed. “I gotta get used to saying that shit. Can’t believe I got a damn girlfriend.” He exited the freeway.
“You sound like you’ve changed your mind.”
“Nah. But listen to me.” He looked me in the eye since we were at a red light again. “You the only female I will ever make my girl.”
I nodded. “I know. So you better get used to saying you have a girlfriend.” I massaged the area behind his ear with my thumb. I felt so thirsty for being happy about becoming Tony Wacko’s girlfriend. I was afraid too, so I added, “And if you cheat on me, I will never take you back, Tony. I’ve already had that type of relationship, and I won’t have another one.”
Parking his car at our destination, he replied, “I love bitches, and I love pussy, but not more than I love yo’ shit. And not more than I love yo’ company and all the other shit you come with. I’m a wild muthafucka, but when I see something I want, I got the most discipline in the world.” He kept strong eye contact with me.
“I know. I see how you are with your work.”
“’Cause that shit means a lot to a nigga, and so do you. Plus that little nigga growing in ya body, it’s a combination of the two coolest muthafuckas I know.”
I simpered at his words before leaning over to kiss him.
“You promise?” I spoke lowly against his lips before pecking him again as I toyed with his chin hairs.
“Guarantee.” He grabbed a handful of my ass. “Quit all that lovey dovey shit.” He put his hand gently around the front of my neck to control the kiss before getting out of the car to get the ticket from valet.
Tony opened my door and helped me out, then we went into this place named Mr. Chow. It was chill inside with a very beautiful atmosphere. I knew fine dining when I saw it, and I was surprised Tony knew anything about a place like this.
The hostess asked if we had a reservation, and to my surprise, we did. She told us to follow her, so Tony and I walked hand in hand to our table. It felt nice being here with him already.
“This place is so expensive, baby.” My eyes widened at the menu.
“Yeah, it is. It’s pretty good though, if you like exotic type shit. You can eat this shit, right?”
“Yes.” I let my eyes scan the menu. “I’d already researched what I could and couldn’t eat years ago.”
“Why so far in advance?” He frowned.
“It’s okay.” I shook my head, not wanting him to know the answer.
“Camarih.”
“I’ve been pregnant before, twice actually. I miscarried though, mostly due to stress. I was dealing with a lot with Prince so… things happened or didn’t happen.”
Tony stared at me, and I didn’t know if he was angry, turned off, or what.
“Dealing with a lot like what?” He seemed concerned, but the way he asked was dry.
“Normal stuff, Tony, like cheating and a lot of verbal abuse. I don’t wanna talk about this right now. I want to enjoy this nice dinner.”
“Come here.”
“Huh?”
He scooted his chair back some, so I got up and went over to sit down in his lap.
“It’s me and you now, aight?” He pinched my chin like always. When I nodded, he said, “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes.” I felt myself blushing.
“Whatever that bitch ass nigga did or said to you, don’t even matter at this point. I got you.”
Placing my hands on the sides of his face, I pressed my lips to his repeatedly.
Getting up and sitting back down across from him, I grinned. “Thank you for beating him up that night.”
“Was nothing. Don’t ever let a muthafucka who can get his ass beat like that make you feel no type of way.”
He was right. I never really thought Prince was a bitch until I saw him and his two homeboys lose to single ass Tony.
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