“Monti,” she moaned.
“I’m not, we ain’t there, I want to earn it. I owe you the best me I can give to you,” I declared.
“Aww, you all sweet. You wasn’t getting’ no pussy after that trout mouth slut sucked yo dick. We doing some special shit. I am happy you are manning up fa’ yo’ self, while I get to reap the benefits,” she let me know.
“No doubt. There is something I wanna do to, and wit yo ass, that I’ve never done before,” I started.
“We can’t do that out here, Seaqual’s in his room,” she rushed out, interrupting me.
My mind went blank fa’ a spilt second.
“Ewww, you nasty,” I teased, with my face screwed up.
She giggled at my reaction and turned up lips.
“Shut up. So, if it ain’t that, then what is it?” She giggled out.
“It’s that too, but it’s also I want you to come wit my ass to ‘Creamy Pies’ fa’ the Labor Day bash,” I let her know.
“You want me to go to a gentleman’s club wit you?” She clarified.
“Yep,” was all I said, seriously.
“Okay. This should be funnnn,” she agreed, giggling a lil’.
She’s so fuckin’ pretty. She could mos’ definitely be my wife. Baby steps, Banks. Baby fuckin’ steps, I thought.
“Get up, you shower, then we go to bed,” she ordered.
Leaning up off her, I pulled her up, after standing straight up. She pulled her night shirt down. Eyeing her curves. Yeah, I can do this, I thought, following her.
It’s a new day fa’ a lot of muthafuckas, especially me.
‘Creamy Pies’
September 1st
**Labor Day Bash**
“Damn, nigga, yo ass pulling out the Bentaya. What the fuck is really going on? Yo ass got me feeling Presidential and shit,” Stone stated, after climbing in the backseat.
“Fuck yeah. Nigga got our asses looking like paid scrubs. This bitch nice as fuck. I think our Banks’ balls done dropped,” Racks added, causing Stone to chuckle.
“Shut the fuck up, foe’ I put yo ass out,” I threatened.
“My bad, damn sensitive ass. So, how’s Neesha?” He questioned, changing his voice to sound professional.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his silly ass.
“Racks, yo ass wild, boy,” Stone added, chuckling.
“Neesha good, she posed to meet my ass here tonight,” I responded.
“What?” They both yelled.
Glancing through the rearview mirror at Stone, whose eyes are wide. Cutting my eyes at Racks, his expression mirrored Stone’s.
“The fuck wrong wit y’all asses? Yeah, I asked her, she agreed. She wanted to meet me here after getting Seaqual straight wit his mama,” I spat.
“His mama?” Racks questioned, like what I said was foreign.
“Yeah, her ass been clean fa’ the last almost two months. Neesha was surprised when I told her ass,” I explained.
“Damn, yo ass really loves Neesha,” Racks started.
“Hol’ up, who the fuck say I love her?” I interrupted Racks.
“Yo ass said it. Who the hell puts a bonified crackhead in his own type of rehab? The same way Stone’s angry ass loves Stallion. I mean, Preshus. Ain’t shit wrong wit that. Yo ass posed to keep the one who holds yo heart happy. That’s what the fuck real men do,” Racks responded.
I ain’t commenting on that.
“Where’s Preshus? How’s our nephew doing?” I asked, eyeing him through the rearview mirror.
A small smile played on his lips.
“That’s our niece, nigga. We got a nephew,” Racks spat.
“The hell yo ass want a niece so bad fa’?” I clapped back.
“She’ll be beautiful,” was all he said.
“She’ll be fuckin’ gorgeous. It’ll be a lot of dead muthafuckas over my princess. I need a prince first, to get my mind right. Stallion’s stubborn ass posed to be home resting. She met Gramps. I thought I was gonna have to fight his old ass. In that time period, he ain’t looked sick at all. Nigga got Billy D on her ass. Had her blushing and shit.
Afterwards, he told me I made his ass proud. He still ain’t leaving ‘til he holds his great grand. If that what’ll keep his ass here, I’mma keep Stallion knocked up. She fell in love wit his ass. She done been up there twice without my ass,” he responded.
“Gramps finna steal yo woman. Playa, playa,” Racks blurted out, causing me to holler.
“Shut yo dumb ass up. Banks, how Neesha got yo ass to act right? She beat yo ass? She fucked Beth ass up. Her dumb ass didn’t even call out the next day. She came in, Stallion sent her ass back home. Her ass was all types of fucked up. I had to ask Stallion how many times Neesha hit her ass. Yo ass better behave,” he stated.
My eyes flashed to my rearview mirror. His ass staring at me wearing a serious expression. Shit, he better take his own damn advice.
“Me? I ain’t even reminding yo ass of who yo woman is. Neesha crazy ass gonna tell me to just think bout how I would feel if she fucked anotha man, while being my woman, anytime a hoe approach my ass. Man, that shit fucked my ass up so damn bad. I don’t’ even go to damn restaurants by myself. A hoe spoke to my ass at the gas station, I hurried up and said, ‘I’m in a relationship, I’m happy, she’s happy, we enjoy camping, I don’t want to talk to yo ass. Bye.’” I finished, causing them to holler.
“Dayyuum, she done shell shocked yo ass,” Racks chuckled out.
Chuckling my damn self. That’s some fucked up shit, fa’ real. No man can handle being cheated on. We can do it, expect our woman to take our asses back, and be happy. It’ll crush our fucking egos. Ain’t no recovering from that shit. Calming down, we discussed a lil’ business, including our strategy for the owner of ‘Creamy Pies.’
“Damn, they on fuckin’ fire,” Racks spoke, drawing our attention.
I nodded, while pulling into our reserved park. We elite tonight. That fucking room, along with this park, cost thirty grand.
Stepping out, we all clean as fuck. Swaggering to the elite entrance. I showed my tag, the door buzzed open.
“Yo ass wanna do this shit now, or wait?” I questioned.
“Now, it’s jumping. The owner should be in his office,” Stone answered.
“Bet,” was all I said, before walking down the hall that leads to the owner’s office.
Racks gave us the full layout. Nigga got a photographic memory.
Buzz, Buzz.
Pulling my phone out. Checking my messages.
~Neesha~ I’m here
Reading that, I closed it out, slipping my phone back in my pocket. I told her bout the elite shit. Gave her ass a tag. Shit, we even went shopping together fa this shit. Yeah, she got my ass, I ain’t even fuck yet.
“Whaddup, Stone, Banks, Racks? What can I do foe y’all?” Bo-Bo’s big ass greeted, upon us reaching the owners door.
“We here to see the owner,” Stone spoke.
“No can do,” Bo-Bo stated.
“Man open the fuckin’ door, foe I shoot yo ass through that bitch,” Stone snapped.
This nigga can’t stick to shit. That shit ain’t part of the fucking strategy.
“Shooting my ass still won’t get yo ass in there. That. Hold up,” he started, before leaning to the side, listening to his ear piece.
“The fuck is this James Bond, Batman, secret agent type shit here,” Racks grumbled.
Shaking my head at his impatient ass.
“Aiight, y’all can you go in,” he let us know, after a few beats, stepping to the side.
We stepped forward, after a few beats, the door began sliding open, revealing another door.
“Just turn the knob at the click,” he instructed.
Stone didn’t acknowledge his ass. At the click, he pushed the knob, pushing the door open, giving all three of us the shock of our fucking lives.
Racks
“What the fuck is this shit here? This a fuckin’ joke or something?
” Stone bellowed, eyeing Preshus and Neesha.
Both weren’t fazed by his outburst.
“Calm down, and step all the way inside,” Preshus stated, calmly.
We stepped inside, the first door slid closed, then the other one closed.
“Neesha, the hell yo ass doing in here? I thought yo ass was upstairs?” Banks questioned, eyeing her.
“I never said that. I just said I was here. How you doing? You look all handsome. I may have to claim yo sexy ass tonight,” Neesha flirted, winking at his ass.
He moved to her, grabbing her up, slamming his lips to hers. Maneuvering myself to leaning against the wall, while staring at the ‘King of the Hood’ and the ‘Queen of his Heart’ have an intense stare off.
“I wonder who’s gonna blink first?” I spoke out loud, after a few beats, causing Banks and Neesha to break apart.
“Shut yo ass the hell up, Racks. Stallion, wha’ the fuck is this shit here? Speak,” Stone barked.
His ass ain’t gonna never learn, I thought.
“Watch yo tone, Stone. I’m carrying yo child, I ain’t yo child,” she paused, clearing her throat then,
“Hello, gentleman, I’m Preshus Godwin, owner and operator of ‘Creamy Pies.’ How can I help you?” She introduced, standing from her desk.
Our mouths dropped while Neesha giggled at our reaction.
“Bullshit! Stop fuckin’ playing. Where the real muthafuckin’ owner at?” Stone barked, pissed.
“Dumb, ignorant muthafucka,” Banks and I said, at the same time.
The little smile Preshus was wearing transformed into a serious mean mug, as did Neesha’s too.
“Ryco, I’ve told yo ass once, I don’t muthafuckin’ lie. Read the got damn walls. Why else would I be in this bitch, if I don’t fuckin’ own it?” She snapped.
Our heads turned to the wall behind her desk.Plaques, business licenses, all with her name on them bitches.
“Damn, you bad as hell, Stallion. Much respect,” I whistled out.
“Racks,” Stone barked,
“What? Oh, Preshus,” I corrected, sarcastically.
Staring at me for a few more beats, then he sighed, before running his hand over his face. He moved to her.
“My bad, Stallion. Why the fuck yo ass ain’t just tell me you own the shit?” He asked.
“Niiigggaaahhhh,” Banks sang out, causing Neesha and me to chuckle.
The look Preshus is giving his ass is speaking volumes.
“Ryco, I ain’t going there wit yah ass. You wanted to talk business, let’s talk,” she stated, instead of what she really wanted to say.
He started shaking his head.
“Naww, I done changed my mind.”
Clucking her tongue, she eyed his ass.
“I don’t know how others can’t read you, Ryco. You wanted to partnership some shit. Move yo weight to the elite clientele, who loves some good… Candy. Yah ass want access to the elite, right? Now, you don’t want that, cuz me, yo woman, would have to approve that shit. You respect me too much to put my ass in harm’s way, right?” She went in, breaking his game plan all the way down.
I don’t know how they feel, but I’m fucking impressed. Preshus is a fucking beast.
“Let’s talk bout that shit later. Yo ass is right, but that’s a conversation fa’ anotha day. Let’s go enjoy ourselves. Yo ass did the fuckin’ thing. I’m proud of you. Now, don’t go out there having flashbacks,” he praised, then teased.
His words caused her to change her stance.
“Shiiddd, they ain’t ready foe’ ‘Majestic.’ I’ll turn this bitch out. Why yo ass think my girls are so fuckin’ bad? I taught they asses that shit. If I wasn’t pregnant, fa’ that statement, I would shut yo mouth. Make it so yo ass would never tease, taunt, or speak, on my dancing skills again. Let his ass know, Neesha,” she sassed, winding her body while on the balls of her feet.
“They ain’t ready, Preshus. Don’t hurt’em, sis,” Neesha boasted.
Preshus turned, throwing all that ass on Stone. Then made her ass cheeks march like they ass was in a damn military formation. I started to yell, ‘Attention!’
“Aiight, cut that shit out. Yo sexy ass gonna get fucked up yet. Keep the fuck on,” Stone growled, grabbing her up, tryin’ to stop her ass from shakin.
“Big man outta his league wit all that ass,” Banks blurted out.
I nodded in agreeance. Stone’s a big man, but damn, Preshus’ ass is too much. Anytime you can see the ass from the front, that’s a fuckin’ problem.
“Shut up,” Neesha chastised, popping his chest.
“Hell, yo ass ain’t too far behind. The hell yo ass got on?” He questioned, stepping from her.
“I’m dressed tastefully. Don’t start no shit,” she spat.
“Sexy as fuck,” he whispered, pulling her back to him.
“Let’s fucking go. Y’all in love asses got me feeling like a fifth wheel. Preshus, Neesha, give my niggas back they balls,” I spat, walking towards the door.
They laughed, while talking shit. Hell, I’m happy for they asses, but shit. We headed out to the hall, then to the staircase that leads to the elite section. This shit is nice. We got comfortable upon reaching our room. We chilled, talked, ate, got entertained by act, after act. Preshus’ ass is a fucking genius. With what she got going on in here tonight, she’ll make millions easily.
“P, your guest has arrived,” a floor manager announced, popping her head in.
“Okay, thank you,” was all Preshus said.
“It better not be one of yo punk ass stepbrothers. I don’t trust them muthafuckas,” Stone gritted out.
Preshus ignored his ass, while shaking her head in disbelief. She knows how to handle his ass. That’s a fucking plus.
A few beats later, Kimmy walked in, looking like her pussy taste like caramel and whip cream.
“Hey, y’all,” she spoke, walking into the room.
“Hey, girl, I thought yah ass was supposed to been here? The hell you been doing?” Preshus questioned, standing to hug her.
“You know I have to make an entrance,” Kimmy sassed.
Neesha smacked her teeth, before, “Hey, girl,” she spoke.
“Hey, Neesha, don’t you look… Cute. I would have never thought I would ever see you show that much skin,” Kimmy spoke, taking shots.
“Yeah, unlike some, I like to leave something to the imagination. You know my brain is worth more than my body,” Neesha sassed.
Kimmy giggled, while waving her hand in a dismissive motion.
“Y’all calm down on that love hate shit. We are here to enjoy ourselves. Now, piss me off, I’m kicking ass,” Preshus fussed.
“You ain’t kicking shit while carrying my baby. The fuck yo ass thought?” Stone fussed.
“Well, I’m shooting asses. Better?” She sassed, staring at him.
“Much,” was all he said.
“And they got the nerve to reproduce. What the hell is really going on? Earth as we know it, is fucking doomed,” Banks called out, causing us to holler.
After a few beats, I stared at Kimmy.
“You good?” I questioned.
She stared, eyeing me like she’s just seeing me for the first time.
“I am. I need to talk to you, if that’s possible,” she stated.
I just simply nodded.
I know it’s some bullshit, without her even opening her mouth. Her ass needs a fucking therapist. When she was discharged from the hospital, she called me. I put my number in her phone. I agreed to pick her up. I had found out something that I needed to put her ass up on game. Getting her out the hospital and to my truck was a chore, but I managed. She was acting like an invalid. I got her situated in the truck, then pulled off. Hitting the highway, she noticed which way I was going and spoke on it,
“Um, Racks, I need to go to Preshus’ to get my things. I was staying with her when all of this happened,” she let me know, just above a whisper.
“No problem. Give me th
e directions. Are you able to get in?” I asked.
“Un huh, I got my keys and bag,” she mumbled.
I nodded, while following her directions. Pulling up to Preshus’ house, I was impressed. She tried to get out the truck and go in without me. But I wouldn’t let her. She turned to me.
“Preshus wouldn’t appreciate me letting somebody she doesn’t know in her house without her permission.”
The way she said it was like she was trying to say she didn’t trust me. I eyed her.
“Kimmy, ain’t shit yo ass got that I can’t get without taking. Ain’t shit Preshus got that I can’t get on my fuckin’ on. I don’t steal, I respect women, plus, I can guarantee Preshus would be more than appreciative knowing I was protecting yo ass,” I let her know, seriously.
She eyed me, trying to read between the lines, but couldn’t. We went in after a few beats. She made it upstairs slowly, to gather her things. But being who the hell she is. She couldn’t just grab her things, she had to shower. After about thirty minutes, she hadn’t return downstairs, so I went up. Upon reaching the top of the stairs I heard the shower running, but that’s it.
I pushed the room door open, then made it to the bathroom. There I found a shattered Kimmy, balled up on the shower floor, wailing and holding herself. Without even thinking, I stripped. Stepping inside the shower, I picked her up. Taking a seat on the shower bench, I held her as sobs rocked her body. I ain’t never been in a situation like this before. I can’t lie, I was all outta my depth. So, I did the one thing I knew to do.
“Everything is gonna be straight. You gotta pick yo’ self up and be a better Kimmy. There’s mo’ to you than what you are showing to the world. Change who the hell you are. Rewrite your story. That’s what life is all about, you don’t like where you are at, work to change it. You can do this, Kimmy. Lean on the strength of the woman who loved you the most.” I let her know, sincerely.
At my words, her tears lessened. She removed herself from my frame, without saying a word. She showered like I wasn’t even in there. I just shook my head, stepped back out, while grabbing a towel and my clothes. I dried off, redressed, and waited for her downstairs.
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