by Silk White
“Listen boy,” Ricky said sitting down his bottle. “I done told you about talking to me! You a bitch and I don’t talk to bitches! Now I’m not asking you, I’m telling you to get the fuck out my house right now before it be some shit up in here!” he warned.
“What you gonna do if I don’t?” Cam challenged. “I ain’t mommy. If you hit me, I’mma knock ya old ass out!”
“You a disrespectful little motherfucker,” Ricky spat as he bent down and made sure that the laces on his sneakers were tied tight. “But I’m about to beat some sense into yo stupid ass!”
“Ricky please no,” Mrs. Hunter said jumping in between the two men. “He’s your son!”
Ricky violently grabbed Mrs. Hunter and shoved her down to the floor like she was a piece of trash. “Bitch get out my face! I don’t have a son,” he said as he looked up at Cam who stood before him. “You think you can whip my ass?”
“Don’t put ya hands on mommy again and I ain’t gonna tell you no more,” Cam said as he helped his mother up off the floor.
“Let’s take this shit outside and handle it like men,” Ricky volunteered. “I’m bout to teach you a motherfucking lesson.”
“Baby please don’t,” Mrs. Hunter pleaded looking over at Cam.
Cam quickly broke eye contact with his mother and exited the apartment with Ricky close on his heels. This was something that both men needed to get off their chest and it was long overdue. Their ill feelings and hate for one another had been going on for way too long. Today was the day that they would settle it once and for all.
Cam stepped foot out the building and noticed a small crowd lingering around waiting for him to make his exit.
“Where that fine ass bitch Honey at?!?” a man in the crowd yelled.
Cam ignored the ignorance as he watched Ricky come out of the building and head straight towards him.
As soon as Ricky was in arms reach, Cam threw a quick jab that landed in the middle of Ricky’s forehead causing his head to snap back. “I told you to stop playing with me right?” he bark as he followed up with a sharp right hook.
Ricky faked high and went low as he grabbed Cam’s legs and scooped him up high and then dumped him down on his head. Cam quickly spun his father over and landed on top of him like a UFC fighter. Cam didn’t really want to hurt his father, but the old man was leaving him no choice. Cam rained down blow after blow on Ricky’s exposed face, turning his once normal looking face into a bloody mess. He continued to unload on him until a few bystanders finally stepped in and separated the two men.
Cam hurried back to Honey’s Benz and pulled away from the scene. During the fight Cam noticed several camera phones recording the entire incident. Right then and there he knew he had made a terrible decision in engaging in a street fight with his father.
* * *
Yolanda sat in the hot tub sipping on a glass of wine with an angry look on her face. Not only did Cam not come home last night, but he also hadn’t been home all day and trying to reach him on his cell phone was like mission impossible. The more Yolanda thought about the situation, the angrier she found herself becoming. She loved Cam, but she hated the way he treated her. In the beginning Cam was the perfect gentleman. Before the money and fame, Cam was the type of man that any women would of loved to bring home to meet their mother, but that was a long time ago.
As Yolanda sat in the tub sipping on her wine, she heard her cell phone ring. She answered it without looking at the caller id assuming that it was Cam returning one of the hundred messages that she had left him.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Where the fuck my man at bitch!?” the caller spat.
“Oh my God! What do you want? You ain’t got nothing better to do than play on peoples phones?” Yolanda huffed. Whoever the woman was who was calling her every night was beginning to piss her the fuck off.
“Listen Hoe! This my last time telling you to stay the fuck away from my man! You can’t keep somebody who don’t wanna be kept! It’s obvious that he wants to be with me and I’m not going to sit around and let you try to sabotage our relationship,” the caller barked. “Stop blowing my man phone up Hoe!”
“Get a fucking life,” Yolanda said and then hung up in the caller’s ear. She vowed that whenever she bumped into the mystery caller, she would give her an ass whipping that she would never forget.
Just as Yolanda got ready to refill her glass, she heard her cell phone ringing again. She looked at the caller id this time and saw Cam’s name flashing across the screen.
“Where the fuck you been all night!?” Yolanda yelled into the receiver.
“Yo, I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Get dressed and I’ll beep the horn when I’m out front,” Cam said and then ended the call.
Yolanda quickly hopped out of the hot tub, dried off, and quickly proceeded to get dressed. She couldn’t wait to give Cam a piece of her mind. She opened her closet and pulled out a navy blue dress that she had never worn before.
As Yolanda was putting on her makeup, she heard the sound of a car horn blowing. Yolanda ignored the horn and took her sweet time to finish getting ready. Cam had made Yolanda wait over 24 hours to hear from him and now she was returning the favor.
Fifteen minutes later, Yolanda stepped out the house looking flawless. She walked like a runway model until she reached the black shiny sleek Benz.
“Damn you had a nigga waiting forever,” Cam complained as he backed out of the driveway like he had a reason to have an attitude. “What you been doing since the last time I saw you?” he asked as if she was the one that had spent the night out.
“I should be asking you the same question,” Yolanda said turning to face Cam. “Where the fuck you been and what the fuck you been doing that you couldn’t answer your phone or at least call me just to let me know that you were still breathing?”
“You hungry?” Cam asked pretending to be super focused on the road.
“Where the fuck you been all night and who’s car is this?” Yolanda questioned.
“I told you last night that I had some business to handle” Cam replied.
“And whose car is this?”
“Honey’s,” Cam said in a light whisper. As soon as the answer left his lips, he knew that he would never hear the end of it.
“So you been with that bitch Honey all night and then you got the nerve to come pick me up in her car?” Yolanda asked with her face crumbled up. “You a trifling motherfucker!”
“What is you talking about?” Cam sighed. “If you gonna be fussing all night, I can drop you back off at the crib,” he threatened.
“You out doing all types of shit with all types of women and then you got the nerve to be mad at me like I’m the one out here cheating,” Yolanda yelled. “Take me back home! I don’t even care! You gonna miss me when I’m gone!”
“You ain’t going nowhere so shut up,” Cam said as he parked the Benz in the parking lot of an expensive Italian restaurant. “Stop running your mouth and lets enjoy the night.”
As the hostess escorted Cam and Yolanda to their table, Cam heard his cell phone ringing and quickly hit the ignore button.
“You look pretty tonight,” Cam said as he took his seat across from Yolanda.
“Are you ever going to grow up and be a man?” Yolanda asked.
“I been a man,” Cam said as his cell phone sounded off loudly again. Just as before, he glanced down at the screen and then hit the ignore button.
“You’re not a man just cause you make money. A man is judged by...”
“Now niggaz wanna tell niggaz how to be a man,” Cam said cutting Yolanda off. “Why don’t you sit back and let your man handle things.”
“I would if my man would handle things the right way,” Yolanda countered. She was sick and tired of Cam and his childish ways.
A waitress with a huge ass, plenty of make up on her face, and a long blonde weave approaching the table interrupted the two’s conversation.
“Are y’all ready
to order?” blonde hair asked the couple as her eyes lingered on Cam a little longer. “Oh my God you’re Cam,” she said with a lot of excitement in her voice blushing from ear to ear. “I thought that was you, but I wasn’t sure because I didn’t see Honey with you. Oh my God this is crazy! Can I have your autograph?”
“I don’t have no paper,” Cam said smiling as he checked out the waitresses curves and he had to admit that she was definitely working with something.
“Here write it on this,” the blonde hair waitress said as she removed a napkin from apron. “Oh my God you are even more sexy in person than on TV.”
“You think so?” Cam said openly flirting with the waitress with the fat ass right in front of Yolanda.
“I know so,” the waitress said licking her lips seductively.
Cam signed the napkin and then handed it back to the waitress. “Here you go baby. Make sure you keep that in a safe place.”
“Oh don’t worry I promise to keep this in a real safe place. I’m your biggest fan,” the waitress said in a seductive tone.
“Um excuse me but we’re ready to order now,” Yolanda said with an attitude. She didn’t know what it was, but something about the waitress seemed familiar to her from how she looked, down to the sound of her voice.
“I’m sorry ma’am what will you be having?” the waitress said putting on a fake smile.
“I’ll have chicken Alfredo and a Cesar salad,” Yolanda spat and then rolled her eyes. She hated that a thirsty chick would bend over backwards just to get noticed and gain attention by any means necessary.
“And what will you be having tonight love?” the waitress said turning her attention on Cam.
“I’ll have the same thing that she had.”
“Your wish is my command,” blonde hair said, grabbed the menus, and then spun off with her big ass jiggling even in her work pants.
Cam was watching the waitress’ ass as she walked away until Yolanda kicked him under the table.
“She got something that you ain’t getting at home?” Yolanda huffed. “I suck and fuck you each and every way you ask of me. What am I doing wrong?”
“What’s your problem now?” Cam said as if Yolanda was becoming an annoyance.
“You flirting with that waitress is my problem!”
“What? All I did was sign a little autograph. How was that flirting?”
“You called her baby,” Yolanda barked.
“And?”
“And?” Yolanda echoed. “So what you call everybody baby now?”
“That’s just how I talk,” Cam smiled.
“You think this shit is funny?”
“What? I can’t smile? Why?” Cam said while smiling again.
“Smile again and watch me smack the shit outta you,” Yolanda warned.
“I’m sorry,” Cam said as he pulled out his cell phone and began to read his text messages.
HONEY: Cam you better stop playing with me and answer ya motherfucking phone!
HONEY: And I swear to god you better not be with that bitch Yolanda either!
HONEY: You better call me in the next 5 min or else we bout to have a big problem!
CAM: Yea
HONEY: Fuck you mean yea...nigga why the fuck is you screening my motherfucking calls!?
CAM: What are you talking about I been busy…
HONEY: Busy doing what?
CAM: Busy minding my business
HONEY: Keep motherfucking playing with me!
CAM: I love you
HONEY: What time you coming home?
CAM: Yo I can’t spend the night with you every night...
HONEY: You need to move in with me already and stop playing!
CAM: I’mma hit you later
“Damn do you have to be on your phone all day?” Yolanda complained. “I mean can we even have dinner without you being on that stupid phone?”
Cam shook his head and placed his phone on vibrate. As soon as he did that he felt the phone vibrate in his hand. He glanced at the screen and saw Honey’s name flashing across the screen. He ignored it and stuck the phone down in his pocket.
“Damn I can’t even talk to you without you being on that phone,” Yolanda continued her rant.
“Okay the phone is away now what you wanna talk about?” Cam shook his head. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket again, but he ignored it. “Is this how you going to act forever; cause if it is you need to let me know now?”
Just as Yolanda was about to reply, the blonde hair waitress returned to the table with Cam’s food. “Here you go love,” she said sitting a plate down in front of Cam. “Is there anything else I can do, I mean get for you?”
“Nah that will be all,” Cam said smiling.
“Um excuse me,” Yolanda cut in. “But did you forget about my food?”
“Oh yeah my bad,” the waitress said and then turned on her heels and headed back towards the kitchen.
“You see that’s the shit I be talking about!” Yolanda spat. “Bitch must want me to whip her ass!”
“You need to chill with all that ratchet shit,” Cam said as he dug into his food.
“Ratchet?” Yolanda repeated. “This bitch smiling all up in your face, trying to brush her titties up against you and I’m the ratchet one?”
Cam shook his head with a disgusted look on his face as he continued to enjoy his meal.
“Damn you just gonna start eating without me? You couldn’t wait until my food came out?”
Cam sighed loudly and slammed his fork down. “I try to be nice and take you out to dinner and you ain’t stop fussing yet. If I knew you would be fussing all night, I would have taken one of my other bitches out to dinner instead.”
“How dare you talk to me like that!?” Yolanda growled as she tossed her drink in Cam’s face. “Fuck you Cam!” she yelled as she shot to her feet. “And when one of them bitches gives you a disease I hope your dick falls off!” Yolanda yelled and then stormed out of the restaurant.
Cam thought about going after Yolanda, but decided to just let her go. He was tired of her complaining and acting like a baby all the time. He needed a rider in his corner, not somebody that was going to complain about each and everything he did.
Cam’s thoughts were interrupted when the blonde hair waitress returned to the table carrying Yolanda’s plate.
“Where did your friend go?” she asked.
“Who cares,” Cam said waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.
“She didn’t look like your type anyway,” the waitress said helping herself to a seat. “I know your type and she wasn’t it.”
“And what’s my type?”
“Me,” the waitress said smiling. “I told you I’m your biggest fan so please believe I know everything about you.”
“What’s your name again?”
“You can call me Blondie,” the waitress told him.
“Let me get your number real quick before I get up out of here,” Cam said as he pulled out his phone and stored Blondie’s number in his phone.
“And you better call me too,” Blondie said smiling as she got up and headed back towards the kitchen.
“I’mma tear that ass up,” Cam said to himself as he watched Blondie disappear behind the double doors.
Chapter 4
LAUGH NOW, CRY LATER
Cam sat in the studio chopping it up with Honey as the two got drunk and discussed future plans and future money.
“I think we can make twelve million this year,” Cam said doing the numbers in his head.
“Fuck that money,” Honey said licking her lips seductively. “We been so busy lately that I haven’t had time to get some of that dick.”
“Stay focused…”
“Oh I am focused,” Honey said as she sat her glass down and melted down to her knees and began to unzip Cam’s jeans. Honey slipped her hand up under her miniskirt and began to play with her pussy.
“I wanna suck your dick so bad,” Honey moaned when she finally got a hold
of Cam’s manhood.
Before Honey got a chance to get her lips on Cam’s thick juicy dick, he stood up, grabbed her hair, and forced her head back so that she was looking up at him.
“First tell me how bad you wanna swallow this cum,” Cam demanded.
“Oh my God Daddy! I wanna taste and swallow that cum so bad!!!”
“How bad?” Cam asked as he stroked himself right in front of Honey’s face just to tease her.
“So bad Daddy… I promise I’m going to swallow every drop!”
“Beg me,” Cam demanded as he continued to stroke himself.
“Please Daddy? Please can I suck your dick? Pllleeeeaaaaasssse” Honey begged looking up at Cam with a hungry look in her eyes.
“I can’t hear you!”
“Please Daddy? Can I please suck your dick, please?” Honey pleaded as her mouth began to water at the site of Cam’s nine inch dick.
Cam grabbed Honey’s head and jammed his dick in her mouth. Honey obediently opened her mouth wide and tried to suck the skin off of Cam’s dick. Cam moaned as Honey took him into her mouth. She slid her lips slowly down his shaft and began to flick her tongue over the head as she stared up at Cam.
Cam firmly palmed the back of Honey’s head and began to fuck her mouth savagely. “You like that? Huh? You like that don’t you?” he asked speeding up his strokes. The sound of Honey gagging on his length only excited Cam even more.
“Mmm...hmmm,” Honey moaned looking up at Cam as saliva escaped from her mouth and dripped down her chin and neck.
Honey began moaning loudly as she got into beast mode. She held the shaft of Cam’s dick with one hand and began jerking it while she massaged his balls with her other. She leaned her head back and spit on Cam’s dick.
“That’s right you nasty bitch,” Cam groaned as he looked down and watched Honey suck his dick like her life depended on it. Cam stroked Honey’s mouth a few more times before he finally blew his wad and released himself down her throat. “Damn that shit was crazy!”
“Daddy your pussy misses you,” Honey said in a desperate sexual tone. She hiked up her miniskirt, spread her legs wide, took two fingers and began to rub her clit in a circular motion.
