CheckMate (Play At Your Own Risk)

by Mickens, Tiece

  Mona went in the bathroom and turned on the shower. She then walked into her room and grabbed a bath towel as well as some underclothes. After that, she returned to the bathroom, closed the door shut, and began to sing out loud.

  Monty sat on the sofa, allowing The Jeffersons to watch him because he was too busy trying to think of a way he could get out of the house to go meet his date for the night. She told him she had an awesome surprise for him and that he’d be very sorry if he missed out on it. He figured she maybe had about a grand for him, maybe even two, but wasn’t sure. He knew it was money because that was all his surprises ever consisted of. He began to wonder about Candy, who he’d been thinking about a little too much lately, and that was rather strange.

  Candy could get it, though, if she was at least eighteen, he thought to himself just as he heard a knock at the door.

  “Who dat?” Monty asked in a deep, sexy voice.

  “Open up the door, knuckle head,” Candy yelled from the other side. Monty jumped up off the sofa as his heart dropped for the first time in his life, yet, he hesitated to open the door because he was caught off guard by his feelings for her. He stood there for a second and then continued.

  “What’s up, flea,” Monty said in a cool and collective manner as he opened up the door and smiled at Candy.

  “You the flea, punk,” she responded and gently hit Monty on the arm. “Now, is that the way you talk to your future wife? I see you must have missed me, didn’t you?” She walked in the house while trying not to stare so hard at Monty, who was not wearing a shirt.

  “What do you think? Does it look like I missed you?” Monty asked. He got up in Candy’s face.

  “Yeah! If you ask me,” Candy said, breathing hard while trying to resist Monty’s sexiness.

  “Maybe I did, or maybe I didn’t.” Monty slowly walked off from her and sat back down on the sofa. “Your homey is in the shower. She just got in there good, but you know she’ll be out in a minute because she be half washing just like you do. You know what dey say, birds of a feather, flock together.”

  “Whatever!” Candy said as she slapped Monty on his arm, and then sat down beside him. “I’ll just wait for her to come out.”

  “Candy, all jokes aside. What have your pops been up to? Mona was just telling me about him. I didn’t know he was messing around with Mrs. Temple, the black widow,” Monty said.

  “I don’t know what he’s thinking about. That lady lives in the same neighborhood we live in. He’s just on one of his sprees again. My mama ain’t happy about that. You know Mrs. Temple, or shall I say Ebony, is too young for him. She’s gonna kill my daddy if he don’t leave her alone. I hope he ain’t taking those Viagras, either. She better be glad my mama ain’t the woman she used to be or she’d been done took her down through there. She was real mad at me, though, because I lied for him, but she’s getting over it. She knows that I was just trying to keep the peace between the two of them.”

  “So, have you missed me?” Monty grinned as Candy playfully rolled her eyes as if to say, yeah right. She then looked down by her shoe where Catherine’s keys were located. She picked them up and handed them to Monty.

  “I see Mrs. Cat lost her keys again, huh? I figured that when you came to the door but your car was gone.”

  “Yeah, you know her just as well as we do,” Monty said. He happily took the keys and stood up. “I have to go get dressed because I have a very important place to be in an hour. Thanks for finding my mama’s keys for me,” Monty stated just as Mona came out of the bathroom.

  “Is that Candy’s voice I hear in there?”

  “Yep, that’s her stank ass,” Monty said just as he passed Mona in the hall before she walked in the living room and gave Candy a hug.

  “What’s up, gurl?” Mona asked as she sat down beside her.

  “Nothing much, ya know. I was missing your company, so I got my dad’s car and came over. My mom will let up eventually,” said Candy as she smiled.

  “Yeah, well, I’m glad to see you. I wanted to drop by your crib, but I know it’s a lot of tension going on over there right about now.” Mona said.

  “Glad you didn’t stop by because my mom has been real upset with daddy lately. He’s been acting like he’s sprung and shit. He stays out most of the night and comes in with a weird looking smile on his face. I don’t believe we’ve ever seen him like this before. He acts like a kid in a candy store. My mom is feeling threatened for her marriage for the first time in her life, and it’s starting to show. She thinks that daddy might just leave her this time, but I know better. He’s just going through the motions and he’ll snap back soon enough. Dey say young pussy will do that to an old coon.” Candy said, and laughed as if she was unfazed by her father’s actions.

  “He’ll be alright. You’re right. He’ll come around soon enough.” Mona changed the subject. “I need some fresh air. Come on, let’s step outside. Somebody got a birthday coming up,” Mona sang as she played in Candy’s face.

  “Yep! It’s me and we’re definitely going out,” said Candy. She gave Mona high five, then they walked out the door and continued to gossip. Candy playfully hit Mona just as Monty stepped out on the front porch with Sean John gear on from head to toe.

  “Alright ladies, I’m out.” He gave Mona dap and stepped over by Candy, smoothly tapping her on the ass while Mona was not looking.

  “Damn, Monty, you smelling good and shit. What’s that cologne you’re wearing?” Mona asked just as he got to Catherine’s car.

  “It’s that Unforgivable by none other than my man Diddy. What did you think?” Monty responded as if he was appalled she didn’t know that, considering he was her brother and she should be familiar with those things about him.

  “Oh shut up, Monty. What? Are you supposed to be the only one that wears Sean John from head to toe? You ain’t shit,” Candy said, giggling.

  “Only a hater would say that.” Monty opened up the car door and looked back at Candy.

  “Well, tell that trick that I said hey. I would hope she knows she sho’ ain’t got herself shit, fucking around with your whorish ass, anyway.” Candy put both hands on her hip.

  “I’ll tell her that you said hey, even though she ain’t gonna give a damn. But, she wouldn’t be able to speak back, anyway, with this dick in her mouth.” Monty laughed as he got in the car and bumped Rocko’s Umma Do Me.

  “Kiss my ass!” Candy yelled out as she stuck out the birdie finger.

  “Y’all two be trippin’ out,” Mona commented while laughing.

  “Yeah, well, I can’t stand his ass sometimes. But, I still love’um though,” Candy said as she played around with Mona because deep down inside, what she felt for him was love. “I guess I’ma get on outta here myself. I gotta get back and check on my mama because she’s been real pitiful looking lately since daddy been acting like a strung out dog in heat.”

  “I know how that shit is, but call me when you get home so that we can talk about what we’re going to do for your birthday.”

  “You know it, gurl. I’m looking forward to partying and staying out all night long. My mama and my daddy already know what time it is. She should be giving me my car back at anytime. I can’t wait, either, but I’ll call you as soon as I get home. We gotta make some plans, plans, and more plans.” Candy giggled as she walked out to her daddy’s car and got in. She pulled off while Mona stood on the front porch and watched the white Cadillac DTS until it disappeared down the street.

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  Chapter Five

  Monty and Rico pulled up to the nice, two story, big brick house. Monty got out of Rico’s whip and walked up to the door. He began to knock on it.

  “I’m coming,” the soft spoken voice yelled out. Monty stood there until the back door opened up.

  “What’s up, Karen,” Monty said as he walked inside the house.

  “I thought you might’ve changed your mind about coming over here,” Karen stated. She stood still, looking sexy in a hot red, lace
d lingerie getup.

  “You know I wasn’t about to pass up coming here for this big surprise you got for me. It betta be a good one, too, because you did piss me off by running your mouth. But, I ain’t gone sweat it. I just hope this is a lesson learned.” Monty rubbed on Karen’s wide ass.

  “I’m so sorry, I won’t say anything else about us to nobody. You can believe me,” Karen said, smiling. “Come give me a hug, Boo. I’ve missed you like crazy. My pussy is calling your name right now. See, feel it.” Karen grabbed Monty’s hand and slid it in between her warm thighs. He caught a feel of her wet pearl throbbing on his finger tips.

  “Are you sure Bruce’s big ass is outta town?” Monty asked quickly before he made himself at home.

  “Yeah, I already told you that. He even called me from his cousin’s house phone in Florida.”

  “That could be the game he’s running on you,” Monty said, still feeling a little uneasy.

  “Just relax, Monty. I’m telling you. He’s out of town. My brother went with him and he ain’t gone lie to his lil’ sister. What you think? I’m that crazy to just tell you to come here knowing we can both get hurt while playing games like this?”

  “Rephrase that, shawty. Your ass might get hurt once I leave here, but I’m not worried about him hurting me. That shit ain’t going down like that.” Monty pulled his gun from outta his back pocket. “I got something for his big ass.”

  “Monty, put that down. I done told you Bruce is in Florida. He’s picking up another big package and he won’t be back for two days. Let me give you something to calm your nerves.” Karen grabbed Monty by the hand and led him to her bedroom. She sat him on her big, king sized bed, then reached under the pillow and pulled out a wad of money. “This is for you,” she said as she threw it into his lap.

  “What’s this for?” Monty asked. He began counting through the hundred dollar bills one by one.

  “It’s a peace offering. I really want you to know I never meant for any of that shit to go down between you and Bruce. I’m digging the hell outta you, Monty. Please, believe me when I say that. How long have we been messing around?” Karen inquired while looking into Monty’s eyes.

  “I don’t know. About two years now on and off.”

  “Yeah, with more ons than offs, right?”

  “I guess so.” Monty continued counting.

  “It’s five grand, but you can still count it if you want. I told you Bruce been really getting a lot of work lately and that I was gonna look out for you big time to show you my sincere regrets about all that crazy shit that happened. This is just part of it,” Karen continued.

  Then, she unzipped Monty’s pants, pulled his dick out, and began to suck on it. Up and down her thick lips went as her saliva oozed along the sides of his hard cock. She teased his tip with her tongue as Monty’s eyes rolled back in his head from the warm, wet feeling of her mouth. Karen jacked him slowly with one hand while gently massaging his balls with the other as she continued to slob him down. Monty was in heaven. He had five grand in cash scattered out around him and a bad bitch giving him super head. He felt like he was on top of the world.

  Monty took his pants off and pulled his shirt over his head while Karen lay back on the bed, playing with herself. She rubbed around her clit, spreading her juices all over the black, curly hairs on her pearl as Monty held his big dick in his hand, gently jacking it. He got on top of her and rubbed his dick on and around it while teasing her. After a few seconds of foreplay, he slid his eleven inches of hard dick inside her, stroking her back and forth with a systematic rhythm until she came from the excitement he brought her.

  “Damn, Monty. You got some good ass dick. I’ve always been crazy about your sexy ass. I mean, you can bring it every time. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to just lay here and fuck Bruce’s lil’ four and half inch dick ass all the time. I’d be outta my mind by now. That’s why I have to keep you close by.” Karen lay there with her head propped up on Monty’s nice, firm, muscular chest.

  “Yeah well, I hate to disappoint you, but I gotta go, baby. I told you I don’t feel comfortable up in here like that no more,” Monty said. He picked up his cell phone to call Rico. “What up, man? I’m ready,” he said as Rico answered the call.

  “I was wondering where you parked at,” Karen responded as she continued to lay there.

  “You should know I ain’t parking my shit in your driveway.” Monty got up and started to get dressed.

  “I know. It’s my fault. Bruce wouldn’t have ever had a clue if I hadn’t run my big mouth to Tracy. I just can’t believe she’d throw me under the bus like that. She keeps denying it, but she’s the only one I’ve ever told about you. She keeps saying some of Bruce’s boys may have seen your car parked across the street a few times then put two and two together. But, I don’t know. I still think it’s her.”

  “Yeah, I’ve even heard it was her, too. People in the streets talk, and she could be right about his snitching ass do’ boys, but I still say she was the blabber mouth who told it with her ugly ass.”

  “I’ll find out sooner or later, but I just know to feed her with a long handle spoon from now on.” Karen quickly changed the subject. “Normally, I would get a little mad when you leave me like this. But, I’ll take that tonight. I deserve it. But, the next time, I’ma get a babysitter and we are going to get a room.”

  “That sounds good to me,” Monty replied. He looked over at Karen, who was stunningly attractive. She stood there with her arms folded as if she was a little upset about Monty leaving so soon.

  He quickly observed her stance, which would put a weak nigga in a trance. He could see her hips from the front and the gap between her legs almost made him get hard all over again. He was digging Karen because she was a thick chick with a mean body. When she walked her ass jiggled like jelly and her donk was serious. Her smooth, dark chocolate skin and her pretty, white teeth made him enjoy her company even more. She had real nice, plump lips that would give Jill Marie Jones, off of the sitcom Girlfriends, a run for her money. Monty admired her, but would never show her how much. He thought about how much he used to like her in the beginning when they first started messing around with each other. Being low-key was the exciting part that turned him on more because Karen was a real freak behind closed doors.

  Things had really changed, though, because Monty had spread his love from one woman to another so many times that Karen became just another pretty face with a good feeling pearl. She still turned him on in many ways, but he wasn’t as vulnerable to her anymore. He really hated what went down between him and Bruce because he had to constantly watch his back, not knowing what Bruce might have up his sleeve for him. That made him real upset with Karen every time he thought about it.

  “Can’t you stay and give me just a little bit more?” Karen begged as if she was super horny.

  “Naw, baby, I told you I gotta go,” Monty said just as he heard Rico pulling up. He grabbed the cash and stuffed it in his deep pockets, then walked out the back door.

  “Where are we headed to now?” Rico asked as he looked over at Monty.

  “I got one more stop I need to make, and then we can chill out and shoot some pool at the pub downtown.” Monty pulled his cap down real low, almost covering his small, slanted eyes.

  “I don’t know what you thinking ‘bout, but you ain’t the only one getting ass tonight, nigga. I’m ‘bout to take yo’ playa ass back to yo’ mom’s car and you can go ahead and handle your business,” Rico responded and grinned. “I got a fine piece of ass waiting on me, ya heard?”

  “Yeah, I hear you. It’s all good, bruh. I feel ya. Handle your business and holla at me tomorrow sometime.” Monty lit up a fat blunt and began to smoke.

  “Why you hogging up all the smokes, nigga? Pass that shit before you get outta here. Oh, and tomorrow we are going over to Clay’s house. He got that grinch, I heard.”

  “Yeah, he always has that good work. I’ma get up bright and early and go see what kind
of deal we can get.”

  “Do you wanna start selling weed?” Rico asked. “You can make some extra cash.”

  “Naw. That’s you, playboy. Not me. I ain’t into the drug thing like that. You can hold the fort down selling weed and I can smoke it. I have other prosperous ways of making money, ya know.”

  “It’s all good. I just thought you wanted to expand your business to something else.” Rico handled the steering wheel with his left hand as he reached in his middle console and pulled out his money, then flips through his wad of cash. “You see, you ain’t doing nothing unless you making money like this every night.”

  “How much money you got there?” Monty asked. He looked over at Rico’s stash.

  “What? This?” Rico retorted while holding his money up in Monty’s face. “This here is about three grand, and I got five hundred in the glove compartment. I made all this in one day. That’s damn good, ain’t it? You see, I know you make money doing your thang, but you don’t make money like me. You might need to think about changing your profession, bruh.” Rico burst out laughing, but his car swerved a little so he smoothly regained control of the steering wheel.

  Monty continued to puff on the blunt, and then looked over at Rico, who was still grinning. They pulled up beside Catherine’s car. Monty opened the passenger car door just as Rico reached over and opened up his glove compartment. Rico then pulled out the five-hundred dollars and got out of his 2003 Chevy Impala. He walked around to the passenger side of his car. Monty unlocked his mom’s car door by pressing the key pad and looked over at Rico, who was grinning while holding up the money in his hand.

  “What you doing, man?” Monty asked as he wondered what Rico was up to.

  “Here you go, man. You can keep this,” said Rico. He handed Monty the five one hundred dollar bills.

  “Man, you are crazy,” Monty said, grinning. “You sure you wanna hand me this, because I’ll gladly accept it.”

  “Go head, keep it. It’s yours. You know you my boy and shit. I know you make money, but not like your boy. So, just keep that.”