by Chunichi
She flipped out. “Where you in a rush to? You still running after your baby momma, huh? Well, she can have your sorry ass then!”
“Bitch, whatever,” I said. Truth be told, this was a good move for me. I never even clicked with her like that anyway.
“I was a good fucking girl to you,” she yelled as she was reaching for her car door.
“Nah, what you lost was a good man. What’s sad, you don’t know shit about me.” Me and ol’ girl were together for a good minute now. You would think she would know how I flex and that I wouldn’t even roll with my baby mother like that. This bitch ain’t even know my drink! I thought about what Jewel said and decided to put her to the test.
“What color are my eyes?”
“What? What kind of fucking question is that?”
I gave her another chance to answer. “What color are my eyes?”
I faintly heard, “I don’t fucking know,” and she got in the car and then quickly sped off.
Exactly! Eat dust, bitch. I looked at her from my door, confident that I’d made the right decision. I took her two garbage bags full of stuff to the curb and then went back into the house.
After about an hour of flipping TV channels, I realized I hadn’t talked to my road dawg in a while, so I pulled out my cell phone to hit Jewel up.
“I was just about to call you,” Jewel said as soon as she picked up.
“Oh, yeah? So what was stopping you?”
“Whatever! Where the fuck you been? Boo’d up somewhere?” Jewel snapped.
“Chill out, man. I been at my baby mother crib.”
“Ah shit, now! You been doing the family thing. I’m cool with that. I told you, you need to get back with that girl anyway.”
“I don’t know about that shit. I can’t lie, shit was cool when I was there. She made sure a nigga ate. I had my fat rats around me all the time. I had to admit, that shit was a’ight.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that. I just want you to find you someone and settle down. You’re a good guy, and you deserve a good girl.”
“You know I ain’t even that nigga that got a bunch of bitches. I do my thang, but I don’t mind having a steady bitch. You know me, I do the relationship thing,” I told her.
“Yeah, I know, but you just be picking the wrong damn chicks.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I wasn’t trying to hear that shit Jewel was talking. “I’m gonna need you to take me to the airport next week. I’m going to the A.”
“Okay, I got you. But, anyway, on to me, I talked to your boy today.”
“Yeah? What that nigga talking ’bout?”
“Well, I think I really like him. He sent me three grand today,” Jewel said full of excitement.
Oh, shit. This nigga ’bout to pull one on Jewel, I said to myself. I knew exactly how Calico moved. He was known for running game on bitches and giving them money and gifts and shit to win them over then convincing them to let him chill at their crib, and the next thing you know, he doing work out their crib and have them doing runs for him. But I was hoping that Jewel was smarter than that.
“So what’s three grand, Jewel? That ain’t no money, and you for one should know that,” I said, wondering if my homegirl was slipping.
“I know that, Touch. Of course, I’ve gotten much more than that from dudes, but the difference is, I ain’t even known him that long, and I ain’t put in no work. This nigga took me shopping and sent me three grand in this little bit of time. Plus, this is dope boy money, not entertainer or athlete money that I’m normally dealing with.”
As I listened to Jewel speak, I thought, Damn, he told the truth about what he does.
“Touch, you hear me?” Jewel asked in reaction to my lack of response.
“Whatever you say, li’l homie,” I said, uneasy about the whole situation.
“I need to know some things, though.”
“What’s up?”
“Does Calico have a chick here?”
“Come on, Jewel. You know I’m not into shit like this. You not ’bout to turn me into Mr. Palmer,” I said, referring to this Jamaican cat around here. He would call the cops in a moment’s notice if he saw you hanging out on the corner two seconds longer than you should be. For business, he was a real pain in the ass.
“So it’s like that, Touch. This nigga is going to be staying with me when he come here, so I need know what the deal is.”
My fucking stomach sank when she said that. I can’t believe this fucking chick. Has she lost her fucking mind? This ain’t even her. She on some bullshit right now.
“Jewel, what are you doing? I thought you were smarter than this. You don’t even know this nigga.”
“I actually know a whole lot about him. We’ve had extensive phone conversations.”
“A’ight den. If you know so much, you don’t need to be asking me shit. You on your own with this one. You’re a smart girl, you know the game. Hell, you run game. And game always recognize game, right?” I left it at that.
“Fa sho!” Jewel yelled back, and we ended the call soon after.
My dick was aching as I drove back to my baby mother’s house. I needed some pussy bad, but I wasn’t trying to fuck her. That shit was like committing suicide. Ciara was already on some bullshit when I wasn’t fucking her, so I could only imagine what would happen if I started. In her mind, that would mean we’re back together.
Just then, Diana popped in my head. I wondered if Ciara had fucked things up between the two of us as I took a quick exit off the interstate and headed toward Mo Dean’s instead of my original destination.
The parking lot was packed as I pulled up to the restaurant. I circled the block and parked on the street. I figured that probably was best as I walked up. At least, that way if my baby mother or one of her snitch-ass friends passed by, they wouldn’t see my car in the parking lot and be tempted to come in and ruin my night.
I scanned the club from the entrance and proceeded with caution, to make sure the crowd was to my liking. I walked in and grabbed a seat at the bar. I ordered my usual as I looked around for Diana. I didn’t see her in my immediate area, and hoped that she was just at a booth or something, where I couldn’t see her. To waste a little time, I began to play one of the many computerized games that sat in front of me.
Just as I was getting into the game, someone hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, “Hey, sexy.”
My dick rose as though it had ears and recognized the voice. I turned around to greet Diana. “Dirty Diana,” I sang. “What’s up, baby?”
“You.” She looked at the imprint of my swollen penis in my Five Four jeans.
I got right to the point. “You gotdamn right. So what you gon’ do about that?”
“I’m down. I’ve been down. You the one with that baby momma drama.”
“Baby momma drama?” I played stupid because I knew Diana had no idea what was going on the other night at the club.
“Yeah, baby momma drama. Our boy, Calico, told me all about it.”
What? What kind of bitch shit is that? I wondered what type of trouble Calico was trying to start.
“Fuck all dat. Let’s do this. Can you leave now?” I wasn’t trying to waste no more time talking about bullshit and take the risk of my baby mother blowing my spot up again.
“Right now? I’m working.”
I pulled Diana between my legs and grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks with each one of my hands. “He want you right now,” I whispered in her ear as I pressed my manhood against her thigh.
“Well”—she paused as she glanced around the restaurant—“it’s slow, so I guess so.” She untied her waitress apron and headed to the back of the bar to notify them she was leaving.
As we hopped in the car, my mind was spinning about where I could take her and not run into anyone else. I thought about the dope house, but it was just too many niggas at that crib. I needed to find a spot fast. My dick was rock-hard, and I needed to bust a nut before I caught a bad case of blu
e balls.
“My electric bill is due. I’m gonna need something,” Diana whispered in my ear, while rubbing on my dick.
Spoken like a typical chickenhead. No wonder this bitch was throwing the pussy at a nigga. She out for money. It is what it is. At this point I don’t even give a fuck. I don’t mind a jump-off. It ain’t like a nigga trying to wife her, I thought to myself but decided against voicing it.
Temples sweating, I answered, “A’ight, I got you.” I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill.
Normally, I would only throw a jump-off sixty or seventy dollars, but at the time, I was thinking with my dick instead of my mind.
Shortly after, we passed a Roadway Inn, hiding off to the side near Shore Drive. Perfect. I busted a U-turn and headed into the parking lot and parked. Diana stayed in the car while I checked in.
Minutes later, she was following me to room number 208.
“What you want? What you want to do?” she asked with a slight attitude, pulling off her clothes as if she was going to bed. She didn’t even try to undress in a sexy way to keep me turned on. It seemed like Diana had the same intentions as me, fucking and bucking.
“It don’t matter, but first, a nigga need to piss.” I headed for the bathroom, unbuckling my pants.
A minute later, Diana was standing at the bathroom door ass-naked with one hand on her hip. She looked at her watch on the other. “Hurry up. I got some things to take care of. For a hundred dollars, you can’t get much,” she said like the trick she was.
“Soon as I bust, we can go,” I answered. I shook the last few drops off my dick then grabbed some tissue to wipe my tip.
I walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed and signaled Diana to come over. Then, I pulled her head down to my dick. Bobbing her head up and down, Diana was beginning to choke, but I didn’t give a fuck. Plus, I didn’t like her nasty attitude. This bitch acted like she was into a nigga, but all she really was into was a nigga’s pockets.
But what I did like was the way this bitch sucked the skin off my dick and was playing with my balls at the same time. A service like that deserved payment.
“Ah fuck! Suck that dick, bitch!”
Diana stopped her dick-sucking duty for a brief moment. “I don’t swallow, and you get one more position, nigga.”
Damn, this bitch is a trick for real! The realization set in as I registered her last statement. Well, better make the best of this, since I’m officially a john. “Yeah, a’ight.”
I picked Diana up and both of us landed on the dresser against the mirror. Her legs were wide open while she played with her pussy. I quickly put on a condom. One thing for sure was, I didn’t need any more fat rats running around, and definitely didn’t need a trick-ass baby mother, or even worse, that monster that a nigga can’t shake.
After placing my dick into Diana’s wet pussy, I began choking her. I decided to use this as an opportunity to do that rough-sex shit. To my surprise, this crazy bitch loved it.
“Choke me harder, nigga,” she screamed.
“You want it harder, bitch?”
“Yes, choke me. Fuck me. Give it to me real hard! Fuck this pussy up!”
The look of excitement and fear, plus her extremely wet pussy, made me come within minutes.
Damn, I needed that, I thought as she got up to shower.
I reached for a washcloth to wash off my dick. That was the best hundred dollars I ever spent. I pulled out a cigarette.
By the time I finished smoking, Diana was out the shower, and we were headed back to Mo Dean’s.
I didn’t even bother pulling into the parking lot as I pulled up. I just stopped at the corner and hit the unlock switch and signaled for her to get out. As soon as she closed the door behind her, I pulled off and headed to my crib.
I jumped out the car and headed in the house. I rushed upstairs and started a hot shower. After bathing, I opened the drawer to get toothpaste and toothbrush to finish my hygiene session for the night.
Today was a good day, more or less. I finally got some ass, for a hundred dollars, and there was no baby momma drama. “Finally, a nigga can get a good night sleep,” I said aloud to myself.
Chapter 7
“Saved by C”
Sasha
“Come back home!” Jewel yelled as soon as she picked up the phone.
“Girl, you’re crazy! I ain’t even been gone but three days!” I laughed.
“I know, but I miss you already. So how’s everything?”
“Well, I’m pretty much settled. I dropped my oldest boy off at his dad’s house, and me and the youngest are comfortable here at my parents’ house in Columbus. Girl, why this nigga have a big-ass five-bedroom house on a finished basement! He making major bread, and I’m up here struggling! That’s some bullshit!”
“Don’t worry about what he has. That’s motivation for you to get your own shit together. Then you don’t have to ask a nigga for nothing! You have your own and anything a dude wants to contribute is extra! Understand?” Jewel quickly shared some real knowledge with me.
“I feel you,” I replied. “I checked out a few strip clubs in Atlanta, and I think I found one I want to work at. It’s called Bottoms Up. They have one chick there by the name of Juicy that is supposed to be like the star chick. She got a nice body or whatever, but she doesn’t really do any shit that’s so amazing to me. I don’t feel like it’s any real competition there, and the club stays pack. I figure I’ll be able to stack dough and get back on my feet in no time.”
“Good! It sounds like a plan to me!” Jewel said.
“You know I’ve even thought ’bout moving out here. I noticed they are doing a lot of building up in Atlanta and the houses are dirt cheap. Plus, it would be good for me to be close to my baby father and parents.”
“You know I don’t want you away from me. But what you saying is true. Just do what’s best for you and your family, baby. Hell, it’s a flight from Norfolk to Atlanta daily.” Jewel tried to make the best of the situation.
“Well, let me get off this phone. I need to go get my business license and go talk to the manager about a job at the club.”
“A’ight. While you at it, why don’t you register with a staffing service.” Jewel always made me feel like I wasn’t doing enough. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a job as well, especially if you plan on buying another house or getting a car.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you later.” I rolled my eyes then ended the call.
I rushed in the bathroom and hopped in the shower and threw on some clothes. I had an hour drive to Atlanta and wanted to miss the traffic.
By noon I’d already gotten my business license and was on my way to the staffing service.
The redhead lady called from the back, “Sasha Lewis.”
“Yes?” I stood to my feet and headed in her direction.
We shook hands as she introduced herself and directed me to follow her to the back. She reviewed my resume.
“Oh, you have so much experience in the healthcare field. It shouldn’t be hard for you to find a job. I noticed you listed you were interested in medical front office jobs, but it says here you went to school for medical assisting. Why not pursue that route? You could make more much more money.”
“Well, I am not certified. I let my certification expire,” I said shamefully.
“Oh my! How could you do that?”
Well, if you must know, I was shaking my ass making ten dollars every three minutes, so at the time ten dollars an hour was nothing to me. I told her, “I was in school working toward another career.”
“Oh, I see. Well, it’s neither here or there. You have a great amount of experience, so I’m sure we can get you a position. You will be hearing from us soon.”
“Thank you very much.” I shook her hand once more then left the office.
I rushed to my mom’s car that I’d borrowed and headed to the strip club. That was my final stop for the day.
I pulled up at Bottoms Up. It wa
s only three in the afternoon, and there was already a small crowd at the club.
I walked up to the security and explained to them I was there to seek employment. They escorted me to the front door and told me to ask for Chastity. I walked to the bar and asked for her.
Moments later, a medium-height, well-dressed, light-skinned female walked out. “How are you?” She held out her hand as she looked me over quickly.
“I’m just fine.”
“You can follow me,” she said, and we walked toward her office.
I felt comfortable as I walked in. This was unlike any other interview I’d had for a strip club. Chastity was so welcoming, and her office was a professional setting. Unlike the usual let-me-see-you-naked interviews I’ve had with perverted club owners in the past. Maybe the mere fact that Chastity was a woman alone made me feel better.
“Please have a seat.” Chastity handed me a clipboard with a pen and application attached.
Wow! An application? Never did this for a strip club before. I began to fill out the application wondering if I should give my real information. Giving false information was what kept me out of jail when I had my last strip club situation. A chick couldn’t press charges if she didn’t know a name. This bitch, Chastity, looked like she was about her shit though, so I figured, I’d better go with the real. After I was done I handed it to her.
“Identification and social security card please.” Chastity waited as I shuffled though my new Prada bag I’d received from Jewel.
I handed her my cards, and she went over to the copy machine and made copies. She handed them back to me then sat in her oversized leather chair behind her huge wooden desk.
“So you’re from Virginia, Sasha?”
“Yes, I am. I just moved here last week.”
“I’m from Virginia myself. I have quite a few friends back home. It says here you danced at Purple Rain. I believe one of my friends use to dance there too. Do you know anyone by the name of Ceazia?”
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of her name. Before Jewel, Ceazia was my world. From the first day we met in the strip club she took me under her wing. We once shared that “little sister-big sister” relationship that Jewel swore she and Paradise had, but it turned to something more. Just like Paradise, I’d never been with a woman, but Ceazia changed all of that for me. She was my first and would always hold a spot in my heart.
