A Sip of Hennessy

by Lucinda John

  “Per Miss Wilson’s request, I am going to let you off with a warning. If you come near this building again, I will have you arrested for trespassing.”

  “Fuck you, nigga! Call the fucking police.” Shrugging the guard off me, I knocked the phone off his desk on my way out the door.

  Before I could start my car, Miami started blowing my phone up. The fact that Rea called him on me further enraged me. If it weren’t for the fake ass rent-a-cop, I would’ve waited for Rea to come down to her car, just so I could fuck her ass up. Feeling defeated, I pulled out of the garage with tears clouding my vision. Rea was a beautiful nurse who seemed to be doing well for herself. There was no way my ass could compete with that shit. Hell, if it wasn’t for Miami being on my ass, I doubted if I would have completed cosmetology school.

  Powering my phone off to avoid going home to Miami, I decided to go to the shop for a few hours to take some walk-ins, even though today was my day off.

  “Girl, what you doing here?” Nookie’s eyes followed me as I took a seat at my station.

  “Since my man gon’ be out there hustling all day, I decided to come and make a few coins of my own,” I replied with a fake smile on my face.

  The shop was filled with nosey ass nail techs and customers. I refused to allow any of them bitches see me sweat. My personal business was just that, my fucking business.

  “I know that’s right.” Nookie smiled. She could sense something was wrong, but being that she was my bitch, she decided to save her concerns for later.

  “Got damn, that ass fat as fuck!” The person behind me whistled, forcing me to stand to my feet.

  Turning around, I was prepared to curse a motherfucker out until I spotted Dre smiling at me.

  “Dre, what the fuck you doing here?” I asked, looking around.

  I was in the laundry room of my apartment building, washing clothes. The last thing I needed was for Miami to come home and see us in there together. I knew the chances of that happening were slim to none since he would be gone all night, but I still didn’t want to chance that shit.

  “Shit, I came to wash my clothes too.” Dropping an army green laundry bag on the floor, he began to toss his clothes inside the washer.

  “Nigga, out of all the wash houses you could have gone to… why the fuck are you here?”

  “Cuz I pay rent like everybody up in this motherfucker,” he replied while stuffing the last of his colored clothes in the washer before heading over to the next washer to put in his white clothes.

  “You live here?”

  “Yup.” He smiled, causing my heart to drop in the pit of my stomach.

  “Don’t worry, though, ma. I ain’t here to cause problems between you and your nigga.” Dre smirked.

  “Fuck, man.” I groaned.

  Snatching the clothes out of the dryer, I stuffed them in the laundry basket. The last thing I needed was Dre and his bullshit compromising me and Miami’s relationship.

  “Chill, ma. On some real shit, I’m far from a police ass nigga. I ain’t snitching.” Dre walked up behind me.

  “Can you move, please!” I stood frozen in place.

  Being around Dre was a dangerous thing. My mouth could be telling him no, yet I had no control over my body whenever he was around. Just one touch, one kiss, and I would fold under pressure. I didn’t trust myself around him.

  “You all tense and shit. Let Daddy take care of you.” He spun me around until I was facing him.

  Dre reached in his pocket and pulled out a pill. After placing it on his tongue, he offered it to me.

  “Nah, I’m good.” I backed away from him as if he was the devil in the flesh.

  “You don’t remember how much fun we had on this pill, ma?” Dre tempted me.

  Wrapping his hands around my waist, he offered me the pill again.

  Thoughts of Miami fucking Rea tainted my mind, filling me with rage. My eyes danced around the pill that sat on Dre’s tongue, waiting for me. I wanted to decline… my mind told me to run, but my weakness for the drug left me stuck. When I didn’t move fast enough, Dre stuffed his tongue down my throat, kissing me until his salvia filled my mouth, forcing me to swallow the pill.

  Leaving me standing there, Dre went back to the washer to tend to his clothes. Filling the cap of the laundry detergent with the thick, blue liquid, he poured it all over his clothes before filling the tray with quarters. A few minutes of watching Dre move around, making sure his clothes were washing properly, had me feeling hot and bothered. Running my hands between my legs, I tried to stop my pussy from salivating at the thought of sampling forbidden dick.

  “Alright, Imma get up with you later.” Dre tried to walk off. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

  “You just going to leave your clothes in here unattended?” I questioned, swallowing the lump that had now formed in my throat.

  “I’ll come back when you finish.” Dre shrugged.

  “Wait, you don’t have to go.” Shocked by the words that left my mouth, I tucked my bottom lip, praying my fucked up decision didn’t come back to bite me in the ass.

  “What you want, ma?” The lust in Dre’s eyes told me he wanted it just as bad as I did.

  “I want you to bend me over.” Hiking my dress over my ass, I displayed the fact that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

  Closing the laundry room door, Dre locked it before walking over to me.

  “Damn.” He groaned, rubbing my bare ass.

  “Fuck me, please,” I begged.

  “Say less.”

  Instead of putting his dick in me from the back like I expected him to, Dre sat me on the washer with my legs over his shoulder while he ate my pussy.

  “Ouuuu,” I moaned, arching my back.

  Gripping me by the wrist, Dre made sure I stayed in place, taking the assault his tongue was giving my pussy. The feeling of Dre’s warm saliva on my clit made my toes curl. Sucking my wetness from the center of my core, Dre spat that shit back out on my pussy before sucking it up again.

  As if his tongue was an ice cream scoop, Dre dug into my pussy until my legs began to tremble.

  “Pleeeeeeease… I can’t take any more.” My words slurred as if I was drunk.

  Detaching his mouth from my trembling pussy, Dre pulled his dick out and began to slither his massive, mushroom tip against my bulging pearl.

  “Put it in,” I breathed, anticipating the feeling of his dick filling me up.

  “Nah, you ain’t ready for the dick,” Dre taunted me.

  “I am, I’m ready.” I could feel myself on the verge of tears; I couldn’t take it anymore.

  The fire that was ablaze in my pussy needed to be put out quickly. Gripping his dick, I eased it in me, enjoying the way the veins in his dick felt against my walls.

  “Got damn!” Dre growled as he slowly eased in and out of me. “How the fuck did this pussy get better?” He grunted in my ear.

  “Beat it up,” was the only response I was able to offer.

  While Dre’s clothes washed, he fucked me on top of the washer. The feeling of the washer bouncing underneath me while his dick pounded at my spot left me speechless. I felt my soul leave my body and hover over us while he rotated his dick in and out of me. Pushing my legs far apart, Dre busted my pussy wide the fuck open while he delivered vicious strokes.

  “Ahhhhhh, shit!” My stomach tightened while my pussy gripped his dick.

  “Stop gripping my shit like that… damn!” Dre began to slow down his stokes.

  “Ma, I can’t hold this shit back. Nut for me before I fill you up.”

  I could hear the desperation in Dre’s voice as he struggled to hold his nut back.

  “OH… MY… GODDDD!!!” I shouted as a gush of cum rushed out of my pussy, dripping all over the washing machine.

  “Shit… girl… got damn!” Pulling his dick out, Dre nutted all over my pussy before using his nut to play with my clit.

  “Stop.” A harsh breath left my lips. My pussy began to tingle as he forced
another nut out of me, using his fingers.

  “You made a fucking mess.” Placing his fingers in his mouth, Dre sucked all of my juices off them.

  “You gotta clean it up,” I smirked, trying to sit up.

  My ass kept slipping and sliding all over my cum, and Dre had to help me down.

  Removing the dress that I was wearing, I did my best to dry the wetness between my legs. Reaching for a clean dress from my hamper of clothes, I slipped it over my body. Retrieving the rest of me and Miami’s clothes from the dryer, I filled both hampers. Rolling the laundry basket out of the laundry room, I left Dre standing there alone with his dick still out.

  Tossing and tuning out of my sleep, I reached over to Miami’s side of the bed and noticed that it was still empty. Sitting up in the bed with my back against the headboard, I glanced down at my phone and noticed it was eight o’clock in the morning. It had been a full twenty-four hours since I had last seen or heard from Miami. Dialing his phone number, I was greeted by the voicemail.

  Getting out of bed, the soreness between my legs reminded me of yesterday’s infidelity. Too ashamed of myself to look in the mirror, I kept my head down as I brushed my teeth. Reaching for a pair of scissors, I cut the blue tracks out of my hair before unraveling my natural hair. After I grabbed my shampoo, I entered the scalding hot shower with plans of cleaning Dre out of my pussy, hair, and mind.

  “I’m such a fuck up!” I cried underneath the running water. In my heart, I knew Miami didn’t fuck Rea, so me fucking Dre behind his back was eating me up.

  Loud sobs filled the bathroom as I desperately tried to scrub away the feeling of Dre’s hands all over my body. No matter how many times I lathered my body with the soap-filled rag, I still felt like scum. I didn’t deserve a nigga like Miami. I wasn’t shit. A nigga like him was better off with somebody like… Rea.

  Stepping out of the shower, I felt just as dirty as I did when I first got in. Wrapping a towel around my body and another around my hair, I tried to call Miami again, only to get his voicemail. The thought of him leaving me and being with her made me sick to my stomach. Figuring this would be another secret I would be forced to take to the grave, I got dressed with thoughts of seeing Miami penetrating my mind. I needed him… to be in his arms, in his space, breathing his air.

  Pulling a pair of black biker shorts over my bare ass, I paired it with a black sleeveless cropped sweater before bending over and lacing a pair of black Nikes on my feet. Like the dark mood I was in, I was clad in all black. Removing the towel from my mane, I didn’t bother to brush or tame my wild hair. Glancing over at the floor-length mirror, I looked a fuck. Ignoring my stomach’s pleas for food, I headed out the house in search of my man.

  Giving Miami the benefit of the doubt, I decided to pull up to the hood instead of Rea’s house. Despite me being a fuck up, I had faith that my man wasn’t. I trusted him wholeheartedly. Stopping at the breakfast truck that sat in the corner of the hood, I ordered Miami some eggs, bacon, sausage, waffles, fried fish, and grits before heading over to Jazzy’s house. Outside of Jazzy’s house, I spotted South chopping it up with some bitch. Seeing that he was out on the block early put my mind at ease.

  “Wassup, sis?” South greeted me the moment I got out of the car.

  “Hey. My man in there?” I asked, ignoring the bitch he was putting the game on. Knowing Deja, she was probably somewhere rolling from underneath a nigga as we spoke.

  “Yeah, he in there,” South replied.

  “Alright,” I said, feeling relieved.

  Stepping inside of Jazzy’s house, I spotted Miami sitting on the couch with his hoodie pulled over his face, and his eyes closed. An oversized table filled with drugs was in the kitchen while Jazzy and a group of bitches handled bagging everything up while making small talk. The moment Jazzy made eye contact with me, she waved me over to her.

  “Good morning, Jazzy.” I greeted her with a hug.

  Jazzy was like a surrogate mother to Miami. She loved and went hard for him the same way he loved and went hard for her.

  “Good morning, baby. You came to check on your man?” She grinned.

  “No, I was just missing him.” I half told the truth. “I brought him some breakfast too.”

  “Girl, you don’t have to lie to me. I know how it is dating a dope boy. I done been there and done that. You ain’t got to worry about Miami. Unlike South ass, he a solid dude. He ain’t around here fucking off with these broads.” Jazzy’s words made me feel like shit. I knew my nigga wasn’t out here doing me dirty, but I couldn’t say the same for my hot coochie ass.

  “I hear you,” I replied.

  “I’m not going to hold you up. Gone ’head to your man, girl.”

  Walking over to Miami, I placed the food on the coffee table then straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “Wassup, man?” Miami opened his eyes and looked at me.

  “Why didn’t you come home last night?” I kicked my shoes off before adjusting myself on his lap.

  “You see I’m hustling, man. Wassup?” Licking his lips, Miami wrapped his arms around my waist.

  “I just missed you, daddy, that’s all.”

  “Yo’, you hardheaded as fuck,” he griped.

  Pulling my bottom lip in his mouth, he bit it until I squealed.

  “Ouch! Miami, what the fuck?!”

  “Didn’t I tell your ass not to go fuck with that girl?”

  “Oh, so your little bitch called you crying, and now you defending her.” Loudly sucking my teeth, I crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Nah, I was just trying to save my bitch from looking stupid. I told your dumb ass I’m not fucking no bitch. Your stupid ass went to cause a scene, only to be put out like a fucking bum.” Miami shook his head. I could see the disappointment etched on his face.

  “I’m sorry, daddy. I just was feeling uneasy about the situation.”

  “Since when is my word isn’t enough, Hennessy?” I could tell Miami was irritated with me by the way he uttered my name.

  “You’re right, I fucked up… I’m so sorry…” Burying my head in the crook of his neck, I held him tightly. The stench from him being on the block all day yesterday and not showering didn’t bother me.

  “What the fuck you crying for, shorty?”

  “Rea is so fucking established in life! She got this expensive ass crib and career. We finished school at the same time, and I don’t got shit to show for it but a booth at a nail salon,” I sobbed.

  “Good for Rea. I’m not checking for her, though. I’m all about you. I’ve been all about you for the last five years. Rea ain’t the only bitch I’ve come across. Being on the block, all types of bitches… from hoes who sell pussy to bitches who work in law firms approach me, but I know what I got at home, and I ain’t fucking that up for nobody.” Miami gripped my chin as he spoke, ensuring I was giving him my undivided attention.

  “The other day, when you spent your whole day at the shop, you brought home a stack, then you made another seven hundred dollars doing nails for a wedding party. Stop selling yourself short, trying to measure your success by someone else’s. You a boss within your own right, a bad one at that.” Miami kissed me on the lips.

  “Thank you, baby.” I smiled, perking up.

  Pushing yesterday’s events to the back of my head, I decided I was going to ride this happiness wave with my man, making mental promises to myself to never stoop that low again.

  “A nigga hungry as fuck. What you brought me to eat?”

  “How you know I brought you something to eat?” I playfully asked.

  “Stop playing with me, shorty, and feed me.”

  Reaching behind me for the bag, I pulled out the containers of food and began to feed my baby like he requested.

  “You know I love you, right?” Miami said between bites.

  “I love you, too,” I gushed before shoving a spoon filled with fish and grits in my mouth.

  “When you get home, I need you to do
me a favor.”

  “Wassup?” I quizzed while bringing a slice of buttered toast to his lips.

  “I need you to pack a bag.”

  “Why?” My heart began to pound through my chest as I tried to figure out why he was asking me to pack up my shit.

  “Just chill, shorty.” Miami chuckled. “But nah, for real, though… a nigga feels like it’s time to take you on vacation.” Leaning to the side, Miami reached into his back pocket and pulled out an envelope.

  “I know a nigga been busy out here putting in overtime, and you’ve been doing your thing at the shop and shit, but it’s time we take some time to get us back to where we used to be,” Miami mumbled while he chewed his food.

  “What’s this?”

  Taking the envelope from his hand, I opened it. Inside were two boarding passes to Puerto Rico.

  “We’re leaving in the morning?” I asked while my eyes scanned the passes.

  “Yup. I’ma be on the block for a little bit longer, so I need you to pack a bag for me too.”

  “I don’t have a passport, though.” I looked up at Miami. I had never left the state of Florida, let alone got on a plane.

  “You don’t need a passport to travel to Puerto Rico. It’s part of the U.S.” Miami chuckled.

  “Shut up.” I playfully smacked him. “I didn’t know that.” I giggled.

  “Take that bag, put half of the money in the safe, and use the rest to get whatever you need for the trip.” Miami motioned toward the black messenger bag that sat on the floor next to the coffee table.

  “How long are we going to be gone?”

  “A week.” Miami grinned.

  “I’m so fucking excited!!” I squealed. “Thank you so much, baby!!” Shoving my tongue down his throat, I showed him my gratitude.

  “I ain’t gon’ lie, this food got me on my ass right now. I’m about to close my eyes for another hour or so… Go handle your business, shorty.”

  “I’ll lay here and take a nap with you. I’m lowkey tired too since I’ve been tossing and turning all night.”