by Natavia
“This slick! I fucks with this!” he said. I rolled my eyes at them then walked into the kitchen.
“Suck more dick and maybe you can have one!” Tasira called out to me.
I walked into the living room. “Bitch, you are in my fucking home! Respect it! Now, far as me sucking dick, that’s my business! You should try it! Matter of fact buy one! You are one lonely cracked-out bitch! I didn’t know boss bitches, so you say you are, get high off their own supply! Pretty soon you won’t be buying shit! Now, marinate that into your fried-up brain!” I said to her. Osari was shocked and Tasira’s face was red.
“Did I hurt the baby’s feelings?” I asked her, laughing. She hit me in the face. We ended up on the floor. She started choking me with her nails digging into my throat. I slammed my fist into her mouth. Osari tried to pull her off of me. I dug my nails into her cheek then she clocked me in the eye. I slammed her face into the coffee table. Osari helped her up. I stood up then charged into her. She went sailing into the corner table. I grabbed a handful of her weave then swung on her. She clawed at my face and neck as I slammed my fist into her face. Osari pulled on me then all three of us went sailing back onto the floor. I was on top of Osari, and Tasira was on top of me.
“Get the fuck off me! Y’all crazy bitches are crushing my fucking nuts!” he yelped as he shoved us off of him. Tasira stood up out of breath. She wiped the blood from her lip.
“You fat bitch!” she screamed.
“That’s right but I just whipped that ass! Fuck with me, Tasira! Matter of fact, you and your fucking brother get the fuck out of my house!” I screamed.
Tasira grabbed her purse then spat on my floor. “You just don’t know who you’re fucking with! You just don’t know how much pull I got!” she said to me.
“I will be waiting! I’m ready for my karma! Now, take your hoe-ass brother and get the fuck up out of my house! You and him both!” I spat.
“I’m not going nowhere! Tasira can get out though!” Osari spat.
“You choose this hoe over me? The bitch that stole from us?” Tasira asked him.
“Naw, never that! But you started that shit!” he said to her. She slapped the hell out of Osari.
“Nigga, you eat because of me!” she screamed at him. Osari balled his fists then punched the wall next to her.
“I don’t need you! It’s about time I go out on my own anyway! I don’t like a bitch controlling me, sister included! That’s going to be your last time hitting me too! Hit me again and watch how I forget we got the same parents!” he said to her. His veins popped out of his neck.
“Whatever! I will talk to you later. Love you,” she said, kissing his cheek then walked out of the house.
“I’m sick of y’all!” I spat.
“Shut the fuck up, Tassana! You didn’t have to say all of that either! She is high as a kite right now and probably won’t remember none of this!” he said, limping to the kitchen.
“Why are you walking like that?” I asked him.
“One of y’all silly broads landed on my ankle! Shit, it hurts!” he said. He sat down at the kitchen table and his right ankle was swelling up. I got some ice out of the freezer then put it in a Ziploc bag. I picked his ankle up, putting it in my lap. I laid the bag of ice on it then wrapped it up in a towel. Osari looked at me. “Why do you have to be this way, shorty? You can make any nigga happy just being yourself but you choose to manipulate niggas! I’m confused about you. Some days I want to strangle you in your sleep for taking our shit! Then other days I want to just eat you out until you cry,” he said.
“I can’t help it sometimes,” I said to him.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I will never fuck with you on that level regardless of how bad I want to. Don’t forget you got a run to make in a few hours. Now, get the hell out of my face.” My eyes watered but I held it in.
“You are doing the right thing. Hold that shit in,” he said, looking away from me. I noticed every time Osari lets his guard down he snaps. He is mad at himself for liking me more than he wants to.
Two weeks later…
I was walking through the mall, shopping. I had my own money now! I just started working at a plus-size strip club in D.C. I never thought I would be a stripper but my funds were running low and I needed the money quickly. I refused to ask Osari for anything. His mood isn’t changing so I decided to just do whatever makes me happy at the moment.
When I walked into Macy’s I ran into Keshawna at the make-up counter.
“Tassana! Hey, girl, how are you?” she asked.
“I’m fine and you? How is the baby?” I asked her, making small talk.
“Fine. I’m having a little baby boy now. Where is that hoe of a sister of yours?” she asked me, rubbing her basketball-size belly.
“With Kauzie. They are expecting,” I said not wanting to talk about them. I used to associate with Keshawna only because she and Kai were friends.
“Have you heard what happened to Kai?” she asked me. I didn’t answer her. But I was sure she was going to tell me.
“Well, someone told me you snitched on her but I didn’t believe that. You and Kai have been friends for years. They also said you snitched on Geechie,” she said.
“Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see!” I told her. I didn’t want to be bothered with her. I wasn’t really a fan of Keshawna’s. Kai used to beg me to tolerate her but Kai ain’t here and this bitch’s voice was irking my nerves!
“I cursed the person out that told me you did that. I know you wouldn’t do that. Kai is like your sister,” she said. Darrion walked up with a lustful look in his eyes.
“What’s up, Tassana?” he asked.
“Darrion, I will be in the baby section. It was nice seeing you, Tassana! I’m loving the short haircut!” she said, walking off.
Darrion looked at me. “Where and the fuck did you disappear to?” he questioned.
“Are you questioning me? Have you lost your fucking mind?” I asked him.
“I need you! I want to taste you!” he said, sounding pathetic. I was somewhat grossed out.
“How much are you paying?” I asked him, getting straight to it.
“How much you want?” he asked, getting a little too close. I looked around to make sure Keshawna wasn’t around. I had too much on my plate to deal with Keshawna’s messy behind. I backed away from him.
“I will text you the time and place,” I said, switching off. I turned back around and Darrion was looking at my ass. I cannot believe Tokyo was in love with him. He was too clingy and it wasn’t the sexy, cocky clingy! It was stalker-like type of clingy. But I didn’t feel bad about Kai or her brother! That’s what she gets!
I pulled up to Big and Bold Strip-club. You would be surprised at how crowded it can get at a plus-size strip club. Sizes ranging in from twelve to twenty-four! My stripper name is “Butter Cream”. When I was onstage I felt like a different person. I was all about my money! The sight of money made me wet, especially when it was spread out all over the stage. I even cream from it and smear it around my pussy when I work the pole. The crowd goes crazy. It was going to be a long night. I texted Darrion telling him to meet me at the hotel down the street. I was about to get double paid. My phone rang and it was Osari. He has been in a funk since he and his sister had a falling out. He has been bitching and complaining about small things. I sneezed yesterday and forgot to cover my mouth and Osari flew off the handle!
“Yes, Osari,” I answered, walking into the locker room.
“Where are you at? I need a ride!” he said.
“I’m out!” I said to him. Osari has two vehicles! What did he need a ride for?
“Come and get me! I’m in Dez’s hood! The police got the hood blocked off and I’m dirty. I’m on foot!” he said. I was supposed to be on stage in twenty minutes and I needed to get ready. Osari better catch a cab! I’m tired of him talking to me like shit then wanting me to jump when he tells me to. Besides, I’m an hour away from Dez�
�s hood and by the time I get there he would curse me out for having him waiting. I refuse to tell Osari where I’m at.
“I will be ther,!” I lied to him. After I got dressed in my see-through police uniform, I walked to the stage behind the curtain. My long Asian wig, with the bang, hung down to my ass. I sported red glitter lipstick. My bangs almost covered my eyes. They played the song “Truffle Butter”. The curtains opened and my stage name was announced. The crowd roared as I dropped down into a split. This was a phase I was going through and I planned to enjoy every single bit of it.
Chapter 8- Kyree
I laid in bed with tears rolling down my face. I went to work then came straight to my bed when I got off. A bottle of Bartenura moscato wine was on my nightstand to the left of me. I had my candles lit with the sweet sounds of Brandy’s song “Have you ever” playing throughout my home. I don’t know why I love No Hands so much! I don’t know why I keep going back. After he dogged me out in front of Aries I still loved him! I burst into tears as I thought of how he played me.
A few weeks ago…
“I called the number in your phone that was stored without a name. Who the fuck are you fucking, Kyree?” No Hands asked as soon as I walked out of the bathroom door. His handsome face was sketched with anger. He paced back and forth like he wanted to hit something but he knew he couldn’t.
“I don’t know,” I said to him.
“Bitch, why are you lying? The nigga answered the phone like, ‘What’s good, shorty?’ That nigga sounded a little too excited to be hearing from you!” he shouted.
“You went through my phone?” I asked him.
“You damn right I did! I was wondering who you was fucking! Your pussy is usually virgin tight! Now, it feels like another nigga been in it!” he said sitting down.
“Whatever, I’m out of here!” I said, trying to put my shoes on. No Hands used all of the strength in his shoulders to knock me over.
“Naw! You are not going anywhere! When I come back from out of the bathroom we will finish this!” he said, gripping my car keys and taking them with him. I grabbed my phone then blocked my number to call Osari back.
“Yooo!” I he answered.
“I’m sorry he called you. You didn’t tell him who you were, did you?” I asked him.
“Check this out, real quick! Don’t call my fucking phone on some stupid-ass shit! I didn’t tell that nigga shit! You need to question the motherfucker that helped him dial my number!” he responded.
“I just asked a question!” I snapped.
“Don’t call me no more! Lose my fucking number!” he said, hanging up. I called him a few more times but he didn’t answer. No Hands came out of the bathroom then he sat down on the couch.
“I heard you call that nigga back, you sneaky bitch! But it’s all good, my baby mama is right around the corner! I’m not hiding shit anymore!” he said to me. I couldn’t believe he was throwing another woman in my face.
“You called her while I was here?” I asked him.
“You called that nigga in my fucking house!” he said to me. We argued and screamed at each other until Aries walked into the house. The bitch used a key! I didn’t even have a key and I’ve been with him for years. I always suggested that we live together but he wanted his own place and now I see why.
“What’s going on? I can hear y’all from outside,” she said to me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked Aries. She smirked at me.
“I’m carrying his child! Something he won’t allow you to do!” I attacked her after those words came out of her mouth. I didn’t give a darn if she was pregnant. She was getting the best of me but I didn’t care! I’m not much of a fighter, never have been, but I was always up for the challenge. She pulled my hair and clawed at my face as I swung wildly.
No Hands got between us to separate us. I stormed out of the house, fed up! I wasn’t thinking until I realized I had left my purse and shoes inside the house. When I turned the knob the door was locked. I banged on the door.
“Let me get my shit!” I screamed.
“Bitch, walk!” Aries screamed from the other side. I was even angrier that No Hands allowed her to do this to me. I turned around and that’s when I noticed my car was sitting on flats. She must have done it when she first arrived.
“You bitches are dead!” I screamed, banging and kicking on the door.
“Call a cab!” Aries laughed. She and No Hands started arguing. When the arguing stopped I started hearing moaning. My chest ached until the point I almost had a heart attack. I started walking and realized I had my cell-phone. It was three in the morning and I wouldn’t dare call Tokyo. I could call Shimmy but I didn’t want her to get locked up. Shimmy was a little off. I pushed my pride to the side and called Osari. When he answered my heart raced. His voice alone was toxic…
I was brought out of memory lane by the sounds of my cell-phone ringing. I answered it without looking at it.
“Hello,” I spat.
“Ay, yo! Can you come and get me?” the voice asked me. I looked at the phone and it was Osari. I could hear the sounds of sirens in the background.
“I’m in bed,” I said.
“I don’t give a damn if you was fucking! I was in bed too when I came to pick your dumb ass up!” he spat.
“Where you at?” I asked him. He told me the neighborhood he was in. It was only ten minutes away. I took a shower then put on a pair of jeans, a fitted, stretch hoodie with a pair of Jordan’s on my feet. I brushed my hair into a bushy ponytail then grabbed my purse, cell-phone and keys. When I opened the door the fall air hit me. I love fall! It was a sad yet pretty season because the trees were naked, leaves all over the ground. I guess it was a symbol of No Hands and my relationship.
Osari texted me telling me he was in the first building as soon as I turned into Newtowne. Police cars were everywhere! They even had a paddy wagon in the parking lot. It looked like a big drug bust went down.
When I pulled up to the building Osari walked out looking good enough to eat. His sweat pants sagged slightly off his butt. His black t-shirt fit him just right, showing off his lean, muscled, tatted arms. His hair was cut to perfection, waves spinning. His watch sparkled under the moonlight. The nigga was just fine and rugged. He had a scar under his bottom lip and it made his handsome face look even sexier. When he got into my car he reclined the seat all the way back. His cologne filled my nostrils. I just stared at him.
“You just going to sit here?” he asked me.
“Shut the fuck up!” I said to him.
“You look good,” he said. I rolled my eyes at him to keep from blushing. Flashbacks of him sexing me popped in my head. The way his strong hands gripped my thighs to keep them from shaking as I climaxed almost made me swerve off the road as I reminisced about our lovemaking.
“Damn, I’m not having a good night. I almost got locked up and now I’m about to get into a car accident. If you was drinking that’s all you had to say,” he said.
“Do you ever shut the hell up?” I asked.
“Yeah, when I sleep,” he said, rolling a blunt.
“Stop at this liquor store, real quick,” he said. He actually sounded stressed out. When I pulled up to the liquor store I eyed him.
“You want something out of here?” he asked me.
“No, but I don’t have all fucking night to be making all of these stops,” I spat. I wasn’t really bothered that I was with him although the last time I was, he cursed me out. I was just being difficult for no reason.
He pulled a knot of money out of his sweat pants pocket then peeled off a few twenties placing them in the cup holder.
“This is for gas. You need more?” he asked, as his eyes pierced through me. Osari’s stare was so intense that I had to look away.
“No, just hurry up,” I told him. He shook his head then got out.
He came back out of the store with a big brown paper bag. He put it in the backseat. He gripped the back of my neck then
started rubbing it.
“You good, shorty?” he asked. I smacked his hand away and he chuckled.
“Don’t touch me,” I said to him.
“Oh, my bad. I forgot you wasn’t used to a nigga massaging you,” he said, talking about No Hands. I burst out into laughter. Only I can talk about No Hands’s condition. I didn’t like anyone else to, but tonight I didn’t care.
“Where am I taking you?” I asked him.
“To your crib. I don’t feel like going home. I might catch a charge for murder. The way I’m feeling I might just burn the house down while that bitch is sleep,” he said.
“What’s your relationship like?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, it’s complicated. One minute I like the bitch, and the next minute I can’t be around shorty. That bitch didn’t even come to get me. She ain’t even answering the phone,” he said.
“You love her?” I asked him. If looks could kill I would be dead.
