12 Day's In December

by Roy Glenn

  “Y’all want me to wait here, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, Wanda, I kinda do.”

  “I know I want you to wait here,” Bobby said and started walking toward the corner.

  “I’ll wait here,” she said, and I got the answer to my question when Wanda went in her purse and made sure that one was in the chamber before she got in the car.

  “Thank you,” I said, and ran off to catch up with Bobby. He had reached the corner and was peeking around to see if he saw O.

  “You see him?”

  “No,” Bobby said. “We gotta get closer.”

  We rounded the corner and walked up on D-Train’s set fully expecting O to bolt the second he saw us, but he wasn’t out there.

  “What’s up, D?” Bobby asked.

  “What up, Bobby,” D-Train said and looked like he wanted to swing on him. They’d bumped heads over some pussy a couple of times, so D-Train didn’t like Bobby. Bobby doesn’t give a fuck about him, because he’s a pussy ass backstabbing coward that ain’t gonna do shit.

  “You seen O today?”

  “Naw, that nigga ain’t been up here,” D-Train said. “And he better not show his face up here.”

  “We heard what the mutha fucka did, Black,” Miller said. “He better hope the cops find him before I do.”

  “No.” I got in his face. “Nobody kills him but me.” I said it loud enough for his whole set to hear. “Anybody sees this nigga, I need to hear about it. Does everybody understand me?”

  “Yeah, Black,” I heard a few mumble, so I got in D-Train’s face.

  “You understand me?”

  “Yeah, Black, I got you,” D-Train said, and the pussy ass backstabbing coward took a step back.

  “What’s up, Black?”

  I turned around and smiled when I saw Chilly coming toward me with a very pretty woman that I’d never seen before. She was tall and slim, but thick in every place that counted. “What’s up, Chilly?” I asked, and we shook hands.

  “I knew when I saw your ride or die on the corner that you two was somewhere around.” I looked down at the corner and there stood Wanda. “What’s up, Bobby?”

  “What’s up, Chilly the most,” Bobby said, and they shook hands.

  “Same shit, makin’ this money. What y’all up to?”

  “Looking for O,” Bobby said. “You seen him?”

  “I heard what that mutha fucka did.” Chilly spit on the ground. “Naw, I ain’t seen that mutha fucka.”

  “You see him, I need to know about it,” I said to Chilly and started to walk away.

  “Let me talk to you for a minute, Black,” he said and glanced at the woman. “Excuse me, Gee,” Chilly said and caught up with me and Bobby kept walking toward Wanda.

  “What’s up?”

  “Heard you looking for Gun too,” Chilly said.

  “Yeah. You seen him?”

  “He was at Cielo’s a half hour ago.” Chilly laughed. “I woulda called you, but Mike Black ain’t got no phone.”

  “Don’t like being that accessible,” I said and laughed.

  “I hear you.”

  I looked down the block for Bobby. He was rounding the corner with Wanda. “Next time you see Bobby, get his number.”

  “Right. Get wit me later,” Chilly said as I walked away from him. I got in the car with Bobby and Wanda.

  “Where to?”

  “Cielo’s.”

  Chapter Seven

  December 19

  When me, Bobby and Wanda walked in Cielo’s, the room got quiet and other than the music playing, there was complete silence in the joint. It was like that because the only time we fell up in there was when we were looking for somebody to inflict pain on. Which makes tonight no different. We had come to Cielo’s to deliver pain.

  It made me think about Kirk, of all people; his recent visit to my apartment and his inability to figure me out. It’s simple actually. I don’t believe that a man has any business putting their hands on a woman. Silky used to beat his women unmercifully and he needed to be stopped. If O did what they said he did to LaKela, then yeah, he deserved to die for it. It made me think about the world that I exist in. How violent that world is and my place in that violent world.

  We looked around for Gun and were told that he was there like Chilly said, but he’d left when Kendra got there.

  “How long they been gone?” Bobby asked.

  “Bout forty-five minutes now,” Holleena told us.

  “What you wanna do now?” I asked.

  “Let’s get a drink,” Bobby said.

  “I don’t know why you even bothered to ask,” Wanda said and followed Bobby to the bar. I shrugged my shoulders, wondering the same thing and then I followed Wanda to the bar.

  Wanda ordered a round of drinks and I wondered why it made complete sense for me to send Carmen away from this violent world and for Michaela and Donna to choose to have no part in that world, but the person that I needed to protect the most, I needed her to be a part of that violent world. And of course, you already know, it’s about Vickie.

  “Excuse me,” a sexy voice said after we bumped into each other. I was all in my head, so I didn’t see her.

  “I’m sorry,” I said and got a good look at her and was no longer sorry that I bumped into her. “I wasn’t paying attention, but you have all my attention now,” I said, and she smiled.

  “It’s okay,” she said and looked up into my eyes like she was waiting there for me to say something else.

  “No, it’s not. I should have been paying attention. Let me buy you a drink to make it up to you.”

  “You sure your woman won’t mind?” she asked and discreetly pointed at Wanda.

  “She’s not my woman,” I said and took her warm hand in mine. “She’s my overprotective sister.”

  “Your sister looks mean,” she said when we got to the bar. I glanced at Wanda, she was pointing, and I followed her finger. Charlie Rock and Jimmy had just come in.

  “She can be, but this time she’s reminding me of a promise that I made to myself.”

  Some foolishness about being smart, and not letting pussy influence my judgment or decisions. I used to be a lot more fun. There was a time, business would have to wait until I was finished with her and that mighta been a while depending on what she was up for. Judging by the eager smile and that look in her eyes, I’d say she was ready for whatever.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Summer.” She stepped to my chest and looked up into my eyes. “What’s your name?”

  “My name is Mike Black.”

  “It’s nice to meet you.” Summer smiled coyly.

  “There’s somebody that I need to talk to right now.”

  “I was getting ready to leave.”

  “That’s too bad.” I leaned in closer. “I really would like to get to know you.”

  She leaned closer. “I wanna know you too.”

  “Why don’t you come by The Late Night sometime.”

  “The line is always too long, so I’ve never been inside. I don’t know anybody to get me in, so I usually just go to The Blue Room.”

  I got in her ear. “I tell you what you do. Next time you come, you ask for Jap or Kenny. You tell them I said to tell them that sometimes it snows in April and they’ll escort you to me.”

  Summer kissed me on the cheek. “Maybe I’ll see you there sometime.”

  “See that you do,” I said and kissed her hand. “I gotta go.” I let go of her hand and went off to where Wanda and Bobby were just sitting down with Charlie and Jimmy.

  “Yeah, I heard about that,” Charlie said as I walked up. “Why that nigga wanna get all possessive and go for the guns over a ho that everybody humped and dumped is beyond me.”

  “I don’t understand that shit either, Charlie,” Bobby said.

  “Sup, Charlie, sup, Jimmy,” I said as I slid in the booth next to Wanda.

  “What up, Mike?” Charlie said, and Jimmy nodded. “No disrespect to you, Bobby,
cause I know you was fuckin her too, but she a ho, simple and plain that everybody at this table fucked.” Charlie looked at Wanda. “Except Wanda, of course.”

  “I never fucked her,” I said.

  “You should,” Jimmy said. “The pussy is insane.” He looked at me and then at Wanda. “Excuse me, Wanda.”

  “It’s all right. I know how vulgar and uncouth you both are,” Wanda said.

  “She must be talking about you, Jimmy; I’m couth than a mutha fucka,” Charlie said, and everybody laughed.

  Wanda shook her head. “You know where we can find Gun?” Wanda asked to get the conversation moving in a productive direction. “We heard he was up here tonight.”

  “I saw him,” Jimmy said. “And that ho.”

  “Why didn’t you grab him and hold him for us,” Wanda said, leaning forward like she was gonna come across the table when Jimmy answered wrong.

  “Wasn’t his place,” I said quietly before Jimmy could say anything. “This shit got nothing to do with them,” I said and looked at Charlie as I stood up.

  “Bullshit!” Charlie pounded his fist on the table. “I see this nigga, I’m grabbin’ his ass, throwin’ him in my trunk and I’m callin’ you.” Charlie stood up with his hand out. I shook his hand.

  “More than I can ask for.”

  “That’s why you didn’t, and that’s why I got you,” Charlie said and walked us out of Cielo’s.

  When we got in the car, Bobby pulled a bottle of Remy from under his seat. “Where to now?” Bobby asked when he pulled off.

  “You can take me home,” Wanda said and yawned.

  “Yeah, me too.”

  “You two are lightweights,” Bobby said, took a swallow from the bottle and headed in the direction of Wanda’s apartment. He was right, of course, although me and Wanda could hold our own drinking, we were lightweights compared to Bobby. But he was drinking a lot, even for Bobby. So, after we dropped Wanda off, I asked him about it.

  It was about Vickie, of course.

  “Wanda cries and complains, you smoke a gang of weed and brood … I drink,” Bobby said as we pulled up in front of my building.

  “Everybody got their own thing,” I said and got out of the car. “See you later.”

  When I closed the door to my apartment, I heard something. I immediately took out my gun and put my back against the wall. I listened closely as I moved slowly along the wall and smiled when I heard the sound again followed by Lo-Lo saying, “You’re so wet.”

  I put away my gun and walked in my room and there were my girls. Anya’s thighs were pushed apart and Lo-Lo had her toes curling on the sheets as she used her tongue to make circles around Anya’s clit.

  “Hey, Black,” Anya panted as Lo-Lo parted her lips and licked and sucked Anya’s pussy. I leaned in and kissed her lips gently.

  “You quit too?” I asked as I got undressed, watching her squeeze her titties together, her hard nipples were begging for me to lick, lavish and suck them. She pushed them together and I slapped one tittie before sucking it.

  “Yes!” she yelled, and I didn’t know if she was answering my question or was it Lo-Lo doin’ what she do. She lifted her head from between Anya’s thighs.

  “You ain’t mad at us, are you, Black?” Lo-Lo asked before Anya forced her head back between her thighs.

  “No,” I laughed as I took off my pants and stroked my hardening dick. “Y’all ain’t ever gotta dance no more unless you want to.”

  Lo-Lo licked her fingers and slid them in and out of her. With her legs in the air, Anya held her head in place with one hand and squeezed her nipple with the other as Lo-Lo slammed two fingers inside Anya’s wet pussy. She squeezed her nipples harder as she watched me get behind her and pull Lo-Lo’s hips up. She had such a perfect ass. I ran my hands along her back, around her perfect ass.

  I ran the head up and down her wet lips a few times and I felt her body tremble a little before I ease my entire length inside Lo-Lo slowly.

  “Yeah, Black,” Lo-Lo screamed. “Don’t play with it, Black. Fuck me like you know I need to be fucked.”

  Her pussy was so soft, so wet and fit me perfectly. I felt her ass pounding against me. I felt her muscles tighten around me.

  “Yes, baby, yes!” she screamed. After Lo-Lo came, I slapped her ass. “Shit!”

  I laid on the bed next to Anya, she rolled on top of me and guided my dick into her. I ran my hands over her body. Her skin was soft and smooth. I squeezed her firm thighs, slapped one and Anya rode me harder and faster.

  “That’s right, fuck your man.”

  And she did just that. Anya planted her feet on the bed and used the headboard to support her weight as she slammed her pussy up and down on me. The smooth slide of her tight wetness drenching me had me working hard slamming my dick back at her.

  When she slowed down to wind her hips and pinch and suck her hard-caramel nipples for me, it was hard for me to keep from cumming. Anya went back to work, clapping her ass against my thighs and her eyes seemed like they had rolled back in her head.

  I could see Lo-Lo crawling around on the bed with the crazed look in her dark eyes. The second she was close enough, I pulled her body to me and she straddled my face. Lo-Lo steadied herself as I spread her lips and fingered her clit. Making small circles around it before my lips attacked it.

  “Ahhhh, shit!” she screamed.

  Did I mention that Lo-Lo was a screamer?

  So, anyway, she grabbed my head as I slid my tongue inside her and sucked her wet lips like they were my last meal. I felt her body quiver as I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs pressed together as her body convulsed uncontrollably.

  “Gimme the dick, Black!” Anya yelled and dug her fingernails into my chest.

  “Cum all over that dick, Anya!” Lo-Lo shouted and my tongue slid along her lips and then to her clit, while I fingered her. I sucked her lips like they were a lollipop, I spread her lips with my fingers and stuck my tongue as far as I could inside her.

  “Ahhh, shit! That feels good!” she screamed.

  Anya slammed her body up and down on me, grinding her hips into me with each stroke. Holding her big juicy titties, pinching her nipples, and riding me like that wild cowgirl in heat, that you all know I fuckin’ love. When I felt Anya’s juices drench my balls, my dick swelled.

  Anya began screaming my name. “Black!”

  “Save some of the dick for me!” Lo-Lo said and then she screamed as I nibbled her clit just the way she loves it.

  “You’re gonna make me cum!” Anya yelled and rolled off me.

  As soon as she did, Lo-Lo hopped off my face and got up on her knees. I got behind her and entered her slowly, sliding my dick in and out of her. Lo-Lo was so wet, I began to pump it into her as hard as I could.

  I felt her pussy tighten around my dick, could hear her mumbling, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!” and then screaming and I reached for her shoulders and slam myself into her. I ran my hands from her shoulders down her back and then gripped her ass and I came so hard that my head hurt.

  Chapter Eight

  December 20

  The following morning began, as my mornings have been lately, with Lo-Lo elbowing me.

  “Somebody’s at the door.”

  “It’s probably just Bobby,” Anya said.

  “No,” Lo-Lo said and got out of bed. She grabbed an old CCNY sweatshirt that Wanda gave me from the chair in my room and I watched her hips as she headed out the door. When the door closed, I closed my eyes, expecting her to come back and say who was at the door.

  It took me some time to realize that Lo-Lo hadn’t come back. I got up, got my gun and started for the door before I realized that I should put some pants on.

  Seeing me putting my pants on with a gun in my hand, Anya asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

  “Lo-Lo didn’t come back.” Anya got her gun from under the pillow. “Wait here,” I said before she got any ideas about coming with me.

  When I
got to the door, I listened and heard what sounded like giggling. I opened the door slowly and peeked out.

  “There he is,” Wanda said.

  I looked back at Anya and put the gun on the chest of drawers by the door before going out into the living room. Wanda was sitting on the couch and Lo-Lo was sitting next to her with her legs crossed and a look in her eyes that I’ve seen many times before.

  Lo-Lo is so fuckin’ sexy.

  “Morning, Wanda. What are you doing here?”

  She looked at Lo-Lo. “I told you that he wouldn’t remember,” Wanda said and tapped Lo-Lo’s naked thigh. She looked up at me; her eyes said, she just don’t know. “I should have bet you.”

  “You should have,” Lo-Lo said and they both laughed as I sat down in my chair. “Anyway, I was just telling Wanda,” she tapped Wanda’s thigh but allowed her hand to linger for a second and then winked at me, “that we quit dancing at Cynt’s.”

  “I told her that maybe we should open a legit club, and her and Anya be the featured act.”

  “I think opening a legit club is something that we can discuss long term, but if you're ready to, go back to work.”

  “I am. It was boring sitting around all night watching TV,” Lo-Lo laughed and her hand went straight to Wanda’s thigh. “All I wanted to do was get up and dance.” She looked at me. “So I had to find other ways to work off that energy.”

  “Tonight when you get to the spot, you tell Cynt that I said to fire the DJ,” I said flatly. Wanda and Lo-Lo laughed and I turned to Wanda. “So now, what are you doing here?”

  “I came to pick you up to go to Morris’s Deli,” Wanda said, and I dropped my head in my hands. “You remember, you promised Fat Larry you’d be back today before he let you and Bobby out the door.”

  “I remember.”

  “And last night I told you I was coming for you this morning on the way to Cielo’s; remember?”

  I lifted my head. “No, Wanda. No, I do not remember you saying that you were picking me up in the morning.”