Pearla didn’t, but it was a nice compliment.
When they came to a stop at a red light, Cash placed his hand against her exposed thigh. “Damn! You’re so fuckin’ soft.”
Pearla didn’t overreact. She kept her cool and stared at his hand, which was now gently massaging her thigh. She could feel the strength in his grasp. He moved his hand between her thighs, and she could feel him urging to move it upward, underneath her dress and between her legs to grab a handful of some pussy.
“What you doing?” she asked politely.
“Massaging you.”
“Oh, you are massaging me?”
“Yeah, you like that?” he asked, a lecherous grin aimed her way.
“Yeah, I do. But I know what you’re doing, and I ain’t gonna fuck you, Cash,” she flat out told him.
“Who said I was tryin’ to fuck tonight?”
She looked at him and smirked. “You gonna play stupid, huh?”
He continued to grin. “Nah, I’m just sayin’—”
“What you just saying, Cash? Talk to me.”
“I like you,” he said, at a loss of words.
“I like you too, but that don’t mean you gonna get some pussy tonight.”
Ugh! It was like a blow into the stomach for Cash.
“We can continue to hang out, and if you want, you can spend the night at my place. But we’re not gonna fuck.”
The look in Pearla’s eyes said it all. She was standing strong with her choice, and drinking Hennessy with him wasn’t about to loosen her up and make her change her mind.
Cash removed his hand from her thigh and focused on the road.
“So what we gonna do?”
Cash knew what he wanted to do, but the date had gone left. It was obvious he wasn’t going to get any ass from her.
“I gotta stop at my friend’s place first, where you picked me up from,” he said.
“Okay, cool, and then what?” Pearla didn’t want to just be wandering around Brooklyn doing nothing.
“We’ll figure it out from there.”
Cash pulled up on the block where Petey Jay lived. The night was still early, and now the block was flooded with people hanging out, unlike when Pearla picked him up.
Cash killed the ignition to the car. “I need to clean up and change clothes real quick. I’m feelin’ kinda sweaty.”
Pearla was puzzled by what he said. He looked fine, but she didn’t argue with him. “Are we going somewhere special?”
He simply smiled. “Being with you is special enough.”
“You don’t quit, don’t you?”
“Should I?”
Pearla smiled his way. “Not really.”
He was definitely a colorful guy with his wild antics. Pearla never knew what craziness would spew from out of his mouth.
He stepped out of her car, and she was ready to wait patiently for him again. He didn’t invite her up, and it didn’t bother her. In fact, it was good he didn’t, because there was no telling how many niggas were in his friend’s apartment.
Pearla decided to light a cigarette and chill. As Cash walked toward the lobby, she noticed a woman hastily approaching him wearing a miniskirt and long, bad weave. Seeing her coming his way, Cash stopped. She vigorously walked their way like she was on a mission, scowling and marching closer.
Pearla stared at her, feeling like there was going to be trouble. It was written all over the woman’s face and her body language. Her body was amazing in the miniskirt, but her face was below average.
“Cash!” she screamed out. “Why you ain’t answering my fuckin’ phone calls?”
Cash looked taken aback. “Yo, Stephanie, you need to chill,” he said.
“Nah! I sucked your dick and give you five hundred dollars to bail your fuckin’ moms out, and you ignoring me.”
“Yo, ain’t nobody tryin’ to ignore you. I just been busy.”
Stephanie spun around and glared at Pearla seated quietly in the passenger seat of her Benz. “This the fuckin’ bitch you been busy wit’?” she yelled.
Suddenly, Pearla found herself the focus of Stephanie’s wrath.
Stephanie stormed toward the car and shouted, “You fuckin’ my man, you fuckin’ bitch! Get out the fuckin’ car, bitch!”
Whoa! Pearla kept cool though, smirking and hoping things didn’t go past her hollering and yelling. But the bitch looked ignorant and stupid as fuck.
“Fuckin’ ugly bitch!” Stephanie yelled. “Get the fuck out the car, bitch! You skinny fuckin’ bitch!”
Pearla didn’t say a word. She simply sat in the passenger seat, looking unfazed by the insults thrown her way and stared at Stephanie carrying on and hollering around her car.
Stephanie banged her fist on the hood of Pearla’s Benz. “I’m gonna fuck you up, bitch!”
Cash didn’t even rush over to defuse the situation. He shouted, “Stephanie, what the fuck you doin’? You embarrassing yourself out here.”
“Fuck you, Cash! I’ll fuck you up too!”
A crowd started to gather around the dispute.
Pearla didn’t have time for it. She sighed heavily. As Stephanie ran up in Cash’s face, angrily thrusting her finger into his face and shouting heatedly like a banshee, Pearla coolly stepped out from the passenger seat and went around to the driver’s side. She was about to leave, disappointed that it was going down this way. Cash had yet to defend her, and she realized he wasn’t going to leave with her.
Pearla didn’t even have a chance to open the driver’s side door before Stephanie marched her way like a raging bull, shouting, “Where the fuck you goin’, bitch?”
Pearla spun around on her pricey, six-inch heels and glared at Stephanie. She wasn’t about to be physically abused by Stephanie.
“You fuckin’ this skinny bitch?” Stephanie growled through her clenched teeth.
Cash didn’t say a word.
Pearla kept her eyes fixated on Stephanie. There was a crowd around them all of a sudden, and everyone was expecting a fight. Pearla found herself the center of attention. It looked like the fight was going to be one-sided, because Stephanie was a big, thick ghetto bitch with a reputation, and Pearla was slim, reserved and ladylike.
“What, bitch? What the fuck you gonna do, bitch?” Stephanie taunted.
Cash looked on, low-key excited that he had two women about to fight over him.
Pearla quietly clenched her fists and scowled back. If the bitch wanted a war, she was going to get one.
Without warning, Stephanie swung at Pearla.
Pearla sidestepped to her right from the attack and retaliated with a right hook that smashed into Stephanie’s face, spewing blood and almost breaking her nose.
Stephanie howled and stumbled like she was on wobbly ground. Everyone, including Stephanie, was shocked.
Pearla was on Stephanie like stink on shit, repeatedly striking her in the face, crippling her.
“Ooooh!” someone yelled out.
Stephanie tried to swing back, but she was overwhelmed by Pearla’s hand skills. It felt like she was fighting Laila Ali.
“Yo, she fuckin’ that bitch up!” another spectator screamed out.
“Bitch, don’t fuck with me!” Pearla yelled out.
Bang! A fist to the temple.
Bang! Another fist to her chin.
Pearla dug her long nails into Stephanie’s face, yanked out her bad weave, and dragged her thick body to the ground before being pulled off by Cash and Petey Jay.
“Get the fuck off me! Let me fuck that bitch up!” Pearla screamed out. “Fuck that bitch!” Pearla struggled with Cash, moving wildly in his grasp, desperately trying to free herself so she could finish what she started. “Look at you now, bitch!” Pearla was now the one doing the taunting. “Your blood and face on the fuckin’ ground. Get t
he fuck off me!”
Stephanie was hugging the concrete, her clothes torn apart, her weave ripped out, and her nipples on display for all to see.
“Yo, chill, love,” Cash said.
Pearla was ready to fight him next. “Get off me, Cash!” she screamed.
Petey Jay and a few others helped Stephanie off the ground. She was a complete mess. She looked like a speeding truck hit her.
Someone laughed. “Yo, that bitch got fucked up.”
When Cash finally released Pearla from his grip, she glared at him and shouted, “Fuck you, nigga!” and stormed toward her car. She jumped in, started the ignition, and took off down the street like a bat out of hell.
A block away, Pearla picked up her cell phone and dialed a three-way call to Roark and Jamie. The minute they answered, she exclaimed, “I just had to fuck this bitch up!”
“What?”
“Over this nigga Cash.”
Nine
Cash was never one to chase pussy, but the past two days he’d found himself repeatedly calling Pearla, not to apologize, but to check on her. He was sorry how everything had gone down but wouldn’t admit it directly to her. He refused to leave messages. He didn’t like leaving messages on any bitch’s phone. He didn’t want any bitch playing his messages to anyone and using it against him, to make him look like he was desperate.
***
Pearla wasn’t answering his phone calls. It kept going straight to voice mail. She was still upset. Stephanie made her come out of character, and she had to fuck a bitch up.
Pearla was expecting a huge apology from him, but she never received one. She was expecting him to chase her relentlessly after what happened, but within forty-eight hours, he’d lost interest and moved on. Oddly enough, it made her like him even more. Pearla felt like Cash was a dick for not defending her and a bitch-ass nigga for not kissing her ass after their disastrous date. Somehow she also felt that she could train him to be the type of man she needed in her life. Bottom line, Cash was a challenge. However, she wasn’t about to chase after him like some bird bitch. Though she really liked him, she still had her dignity and wasn’t about to start acting like some thirsty chickenhead bitch.
***
Cash and Stephanie walked through Kings Plaza mall doing some shopping. Stephanie had tried her best to disguise the bruises on her face, but Pearla had definitely put a hurting on her. With a partially closed black eye and busted lips, she looked like she’d fallen off a building and landed face first.
Cash was still with her, not ashamed to trick on her to make it up to her. He bought her cheap shoes from Express, some jewelry, and a few outfits for the summer. In total, he spent $1,200 on her. Yeah, she wasn’t the prettiest bitch in the hood, but she knew how to really suck dick, and with her wet pussy, it always felt like he was dipping his dick in a pool. She knew how to fuck, and her body matched Melyssa Ford’s. Too bad her face didn’t.
They walked through the mall on a weekday afternoon. Stephanie had called out from work the past two days. She didn’t want to go into her job looking the way she was, plus she wanted to spend some quality time with Cash. It seemed that she’d forgiven him for his infidelity, though it was never official that he belonged to her in the first place.
Walking toward the mall exit, with a few bags in her hand, Stephanie smiled and then slipped her hand into Cash’s. She wanted to hold hands.
Cash was reluctant. Stephanie was relentless. Cash surrendered, thinking about the treat he was going to get later.
“You love me, Cash?”
The question came out of left field. It caught him off guard. No, he didn’t love Stephanie. She was just his plaything—his mind-blowing freak. He loved the way she made him feel when they got together in the bedroom, or in the car, or in the park, the rooftop, the elevator, the parking lot. Stephanie was that bitch down for whatever, whenever, and wherever, and she loved anal. Cash busted some good nuts with her.
Cash smiled. He didn’t want to upset her. He wanted some pussy and a blowjob afterwards, and after what she had gone through, she deserved some nice treatment, hence the small shopping spree. He owed her a lot.
“I got love for you, Stephanie,” he replied flatly. “You know that.”
“But I love you.”
“I know, and you my favorite girl, fo’ real, Stephanie. Who else would I spend on like this? No one but my favorite girl, and that’s you. You know that, right? And when we get back to your place, I’m gonna fuck you so good and eat that pussy out like a hungry slave. I’m gonna show you how much love I got for you.”
Stephanie smiled. She was always gullible to Cash’s words and excuses. She was a rough, ghetto bitch, but when it came to loving Cash, she was vulnerable like an open target.
“You know I’m sorry about everything that went down.” He continued to butter her up. “It was just one date wit’ that bitch.”
“I know, Cash. I ain’t even thinkin’ ’bout that bitch right now, and you shouldn’t be either. I need to give you better things to think about.”
Cash smiled. “Oh, word?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“That’s what’s up.”
The two exited the mall into the parking garage and walked toward the black Escalade Cash had stolen from Queens the night before. It was a beauty of a vehicle, sitting on 22-inch chrome rims with white leather seats.
Stephanie enjoyed riding in it. She felt like a queen. She wished it was his. She wished her and Cash were a legitimate couple, and he would stop fucking with other bitches. The sex was good, but being around Cash was fun and exciting. He was funny and handsome. Stephanie felt that Cash completed her. She did everything she could to please him, from giving him great sex, to sucking his dick like a porn star, and giving him money and a place to lay his head. She wanted the same respect in return like any other woman would.
They climbed into the truck with the shopping bags in the backseat, but before he could start the ignition, Stephanie leaned closer to him and kissed him sensually on the lips.
“Thank you, baby,” she said softly.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled.
He felt her hand touching his crotch. She caressed him gently through the fabric. He liked the way she touched him. It was making him hard.
“What you need me to do to you to officially thank you?” she asked with a teasing smile.
“Damn! I can think of a few things.”
“I know you can. And I can think of a few things too, but how about right now, I’ll show you one way.” She stuck out her long tongue in a provocative way and then slowly licked her lips.
It was turning him on.
He felt his jeans being unzipped. Stephanie wiggled her hand inside and gently pulled out his growing erection. His big dick was in her silky hand, and she began stroking him nicely, coaxing him to full hardness.
“Mmmm,” he groaned quietly. “You know all this only belongs to you, right?”
“I know, baby.”
“So appreciate it.”
“I will.”
She wrapped her hand around the smooth flesh, feeling the veins, the head, and the weight of it within her grasp. She squeezed his dick and began fingering his balls, too, rolling them around in her hand.
Cash squirmed around a little. “Oh, shit.”
She started jerking him off faster, harder, stroking him to the edge of climax, but then stopping, continuing to tease him. He was antsy. He was ready to feel her lips around his dick. He was ready to feel her strong suction around him. It felt like he had a gallon of come inside him that he was ready to churn out either into her mouth, or her wet, tight pussy.
Stephanie buried her face in his lap, opening her mouth and placing the head of his dick into her mouth and sucking gently,at first, savoring the feel of his hardness, enjoying the taste of his pre-come. Her
head slowly bobbed up and down, her full, juicy lips enveloped around dark flesh.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ooooh!” he cooed.
She slipped her fingers past his balls and rubbed the tender flesh of his asshole. Her freak was coming out in the parking lot. Her pussy was getting so wet from sucking Cash’s dick. She was ready to pull off her jeans and play with herself. She swallowed his dick whole, taking him deep in her throat.
“Damn, ma! I like that shit,” Cash said, spreading his legs with his big dick being taken alive.
She spat on the dick, and chewed it up. She took his balls into her mouth and rolling them around, licking, sucking, and pulling on them.
Cash’s knees were shaky, and he whimpered like a baby. He loved every second of it.
She deep-throated him, using her tongue to paint pleasure up and down his hard shaft. He tried to hold back his release, but Stephanie turned it up a notch, fingering, licking, sucking, and stroking.
“Oh shit! Oh shit! Damn, baby! That feels so fuckin’ good!” he cried out. “You gonna make me come!”
Hearing Cash coo and groan turned her on even more. Her lips felt like a vacuum around his dick. She felt him pulsating in her mouth, the veins bulging in his dick, and his nut brewing.
Cash tried to hold back, but he couldn’t. The way Stephanie sucked dick, she could pull a golf ball through a garden hose.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ come!” Cash erupted vigorously, releasing his hot seed into her mouth and down her throat. He looked spent.
Stephanie lifted her face out of his lap and wiped her mouth. “To be continued,” she said.
“No doubt.”
“You liked that?”
“I fuckin’ loved it.”
“I do that because I love you, Cash.”
After the splendid nut, the two got themselves right. Cash fixed his pants, and Stephanie sat back in the passenger seat. Cash drove out of the parking garage and headed to her place.
“You stayin’ the night wit’ me, Cash? You know there’s more where that came from.”“No doubt, ma. But I gotta take care of some business tonight.”
“You sure it’s just business?”
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