by Nicety
“Hmm. Well come on and show me what you about then.” Yolo said placing his colossal sized hand on the top of my head pushing down hard bringing me to my knees.
“Tell me what you want daddy. I’ll do anything for you.” I said preparing my mouth and my lips for a job well done.
“Oh you’re a big girl. I think you can figure it out.” He said unbuckling his pants right in front of the big ass open window. “But if you need me to direct your slow ass, suck this dick bitch!”
“Oooo, you’re so forceful. I love it!” I replied loving his heavy panted aggression.
“Yeah and while you’re talking big shit you better suck the skin off this motherfucka if you wanna take your sister’s place as queen on that throne.” He countered.
“Whatever you say daddy.”
There was nothing left to be said. I knew what I had to do and he had already put it out there. Once his pants dropped I grabbed his dick swallowing it whole with my mouth. I knew that if I could get Cesar’s knees to buckle every time I slobbed him down, I knew I could get Yolo to fall in love in just one night. My head bobbed back and forth and with his grip on the back of it I had more leverage to move faster. His rough enlarged fingers were pulling and tugging at my weave harder than any man has ever tugged on it. It was as if he was doing it on purpose, testing me to see what I would do under any situation. Little did he know it didn’t bother me one bit.
My eyes rolled to the top of my lids to get a good gaze up at his facial expression. His head was tilted back, face towards the ceiling and if I wasn’t mistaken I could hear the faint sounds of deep toned moaning. It shocked me that he wasn’t the least bit concerned about the people down below seeing his ass gyrating back and forth like that and the truth was, it kind of turned me on that he wasn’t. I snaked my hands in between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my panties a bit to get it nice and moist just in case he was ready to taste how fire this pussy really was.
“Shit!” He exclaimed and that’s when I knew I had him.
I popped his dick out of my mouth and popped it back in like it was a lollipop. My lips wrapped around the tip of his dick sucking feverishly on his head like I was sucking out milk from a bottle. He loved it when I stuck the tip of my tongue out gently tickling his whole every time I came back up from deep throating his shaft. And when I deep throated it, I made sure to make the choking sound every nigga loved to hear whether they wanted to admit it or not.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
“Who the fuck is it?” He bellowed as I continued my job.
“Making a drop, Yo. From the bar.” A man yelled on the other side of the door.
“Bitch, get your ass up.” He said as he casually pulled his pants up and took a seat at his desk. “Bring it in.”
I wasn’t mad at all as the man brought in a register drawer full of cash. How could I be mad at a man who was about his money? I was just ready for him to leave so I could get back to handling my business. Once the dude dropped the drawer on his desk he was out like a thief in the night. I quickly got on my knees once more and crawled over to him like a helpless puppy searching him for his massive sized twelve piece. My mouth watered just thinking about it since I had never seen one that long and that fat. He scrambled with papers on his desk before noticing what I was getting at.
“This drawer always coming up short mid-shift but I swear if its short tonight I’m gon’ put a bullet in one of them nigga’s brains. Straight up.” He said fiddling with the drawer.
“Do what you gotta do baby.” I said moving in for the kill myself.
“Gon’. Get the fuck outta here.” He replied in a nonchalant tone.
“Don’t you wanna cum daddy? Don’t you wanna bust that milky white cum all on my fucking face?” I asked.
“Yeah but I ain’t never gonna cum like that. You’re just wasting your time. There’s only one woman who has ever been able to make me cum sucking my dick and I fucking married her.” He said not even shifting his eyes my way. “Now get the fuck out.”
“But what about you and me? What about what we talked about? I’m so much better for you than she will ever be. She whines and cries about everything. Everything!” I felt the inflection in my voice rise an octave.
“Don’t nobody want to wife no ho that’s easy to drop to her knees at the first whiff of a nigga’s bank account. You think I’m that stupid, bitch?” He laughed banging his fist on his desk in aggravation. “Besides, you could suck my dick ten times a day and you’ll never amount to at least half the woman Flava is.”
“How the fuck do you know if I can be better than her or not?” I yelled fighting back tears from hearing the worst thing in the world any nigga could’ve ever said to me. “You wouldn’t even give me a chance.”
“Bitch! Listen to the words that are coming out of my mouth. You will never be better than your sister in anything! You wanna learn what a real woman is? Then take notes.” He huffed. “Now get out!”
“You will regret this motherfucka!”
“Is that a threat bitch?”
He raised his gun out from underneath his desk and slammed it hard on top. I shook my head as I hurried to grab my clutch and headed towards the door. He focused his attention back on his desk of papers, ignoring me as if I had never been there. He wasn’t the person that I thought he was at all. He was too hot headed, too egotistical, and too far gone in love with that bitch of a sister of mine. She was nothing. To everyone who mattered she was spam, a virus you couldn’t delete off your fucking computer. She was worthless. Why couldn’t anybody see that?
Chapter 11—
**Lasha— Back at Lasha’s Apartment
Cesar was already fast asleep after his feeding. He only had one helping tonight but it wasn’t a problem in my book because I knew he needed his rest for tomorrow’s flight. It would probably be the only time he would be able to get a good night’s sleep where he felt comfortable enough to relax and not worry about watching his back. I, on the other hand, could not sleep. I kept tossing and turning, staring out the window or up at the ceiling wondering if I should continue to hide whom I was or could I keep up appearances while keeping it a secret.
As I moved carefully from the bed so as not to wake him, I snatched my phone up from the nightstand and headed for the kitchen. Since we were still in our small ass apartment, I would have to keep quiet during phone calls. Searching through my phone I began to realize that just because I was getting married, it didn’t mean that I had to stop being who I was. Fact of the matter was I loved what I did. I loved my job. I just didn’t love the fact that I had to hide it from everyone that my heart loved.
“Hello?”
“Papa, found him.”
“Good. Now you will take care of him and come back home. You’ve been in the states for too many months. It’s changed you.”
“What the hell, Papa? I’ve done fine and I like being on my own. I don’t wanna come back home and deal with your rules.” My expression grew as angry as the sound of my voice. “I’m a grown woman, Papa. I can make it on my own.”
“Your brother is dead. He thought he could make it on his own and he couldn’t. He thought he could do your job and he couldn’t and got sucked into bullshit up there. Now he’s dead.”
“You don’t even know that for sure, Papa. Nobody’s found his body. He could just be hiding.” I said checking the doorway for Cesar. “I call his phone everyday but no answer. When he’s ready he will.”
“I feel in my heart that he is no longer apart of this earth, mija.”
“Papa, stop thinking that way. He’s not dead and I will prove it to you when I find him. I’m going to look for him tomorrow. He’s just hiding not knowing who he can trust.” I wasn’t even sure if that was the truth myself. “That’s all.”
“Well you find him then. Okay? You find him and bring him home. Because if everyday you call and there’s no answer that means he’s dead. I refuse to sit on my hands and pretend he’s not. The same thing happened to your mother when she went
missing.” He went silent. “Then they killed her. They killed your beautiful mother, mija. So I returned the favor and now there’s one left who needs to reap what they sow. But after that I want you home, so I can protect you. So no one will kill you.”
“No one needs to protect me, okay? They will never kill me, don’t you know that? I know what I’m doing, Papa. Don’t worry about me.”
“You are my last living child and I love you. You will take over all that I have built for us one day. But for now I need you at home with me. Understood?” He breathed before coughing tremendously.
“I can’t. I just can’t. I love you but I won’t live my life in fear that way. I have to live for me.” I responded firmly. “But don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine and I promise to call.”
“When will you finish the job, mija?” He asked in a soft voice.
“Soon, Papa. Within the week. How’s your health?”
“Waning, but I will live. Call me when you’ve done the job and not a minute later.”
As I listened to the phone went dead; the realization that he had hung up in my face yet again set in, I began to recognize that all I’ve ever done all of my life was whatever it took to please him. I did it because I wanted him to love me. But the more conversations we had the more I began to wonder if he truly loved me or just what I did for him. For the billionth time, I dialed my brother’s cell phone listening to it ring its ass off before the automated voicemail picked up asking to leave a message. I could understand why he would not want to answer the phone for Papa, but why he would not for me was beyond me.
I placed my phone on the living room table after making sure it was turned on silent. Tip toeing back in the room, I stared down at Cesar fast asleep and snoring, which assured me that he had not gotten up to listen to any of my phone call. In the back of my mind, I knew the right thing to do was to tell him what I was. I shouldn’t have been afraid of his reaction but I was. Laying down my body next to his once again, I figured that telling him after we were already married wouldn’t allow him to leave me so easily. Then again, taking away his source of income would definitely pose as a problem as well, unless he could take the business and run the whole operation his self.
**Mink—Back at club Passions
“Are you still in here crying like a weak ass baby?” I said knocking on the passenger side window of her car. “Ugh, you make me so sick.”
“My life is fucking over.” She winced.
“Your life is fucking over? You’re a fucking idiot, you know that.”
“Damn Mink. You could at least have a little bit more consideration for a motherfucka’s feelings. You ain’t got to be a hard ass all the time.” Flava screamed at the top of her lungs with tears drenched on her face.
“Because you’re fucking pathetic and apparently I’m the only one who knows it.” I said snatching the car keys from her lap as I entered on the driver’s side of the car.
Carefully, I tucked my clutch on the side of my leg nice and snug between the seat. After starting the car and pulling off erratically, the thoughts of tonight’s failed attempt at getting Yolo to be mine replayed over and over in my mind like a broken record. I wished like hell I could erase the shit and never remember it again but it seemed like it was etched in stone. Lately nothing had been going right for me. Nothing. Ever since I fucked up royally with Cesar, none of my charm or tricks have been acting right on these niggas. Its like I lost my touch or something.
“Don’t fuck up my car cause you mad at Cesar.”
“What?” I asked feeling my right eye jump profusely.
“I know that’s what you’re all mad about. I saw him over there all hugged up with that bony Mexican bitch.” She said placing her hand on my shoulder as if to console me. “Its okay. You can tell me about it.”
“Bitch, I’m not worried or even thinking about them! They can kiss my ass.” I lied but honestly that wasn’t what was bothering me right then.
“Then what the fuck is wrong with you? You know you’ve been a real piss ant lately for no damn reason.” She pouted. “You really need to get your shit together girl. You’re slippin’.”
“My problem is bitches like you who whine cause you don’t get your way with a man you don’t deserve instead of you being happy with what the fuck you have.” I roared. “You don’t have any cares or problems, Flava. All you have to do is sit back and spend money. That’s it.”
“Is that what you think I do for him? Life is no fucking picnic for me, Mink and it ain’t all about sucking dick and spending money. I’m married to this man and everyday is a struggle just to be with him, love him.”
“Yeah, right. Whatever bitch. You’ve got it made and you trying to convince me that you don’t. See that’s what I’m talking about. Fucking ungrateful.”
Minutes later I began to notice that it was pitch black outside, not even a street light was present for miles. I focused my eyes out the window to discover that I had taken a bad wrong turn off the expressway and ended up in a land of trees. The car had been silent for the longest and as I drove on I admitted to myself that I was actually lost, unable to figure out where the hell I was or where I was going. Still my pride wouldn’t allow me to speak to Flava and tell her that. She was still awake so she had to have know but just didn’t give a shit. There wasn’t a car for miles and I was tired of driving around in darkness.
“Hey why don’t you get over here and drive your own damn car?” I said without admitting that I was lost.
“I don’t feel like driving sis.”
“Don’t call me that. Don’t you ever call me that again!”
“Ugh! Mink would you just shut the fuck up sometimes? Sheesh, your attitude is the main reason why nobody likes you!” Flava yelled at the top of her lungs, she was drunk. “You need to be more like me and keep your mouth and your legs calm.”
“Calm? I hardly think that crying like a big ass baby at everything is considered calm. And I am so sick and tired of being compared to you.” I bawled before abruptly stopping the car in the middle of the road. “What makes you think being you is so damn special? You’re a fucking nobody!”
“Bitch did you need your ass whooped. Nobody said I was special. You're just so damn paranoid and...and jealous! Mom was right, you are in love with me or something she said." Flava stumbled through her words as her bobbed from side to side feeling the affects of the Absolut bottle that was perched at her feet.
"That's it!" The words flew from my mouth faster than I could think of them as my door flew open. "Get out the car bitch!"
"What you wanna fight ho?" Flava responded attempting to take her earrings off but failing miserably.
My brain was a little foggy from the alcohol but my anger was very clear. Flava was set up on a pedestal like some sort of goddess and had people kissing her ass so long she didn't know her shit didn't stink. It was time she realized the world didn't revolve around her. She needed to be brought down to peasantville status so that she would never again talk to people like they were beneath her or treat them like she was better than them in any fashion. I was doing this not only for me but for every person she's ever encountered and belittled.
"Open up the door." I told her as I banged on the passenger side window with the end of the gun.
"What the fuck is that in your hand, Mink? A brick? Why you can't fight head up?" Flava asked exiting the car.
"Okay now, take off your clothes." I demanded.
"What? Are you buzzed or something? I'm not taking off my damn clothes."
"Take off your fucking clothes and get on your knees or I'll shoot you square in the fucking head." I retorted cocking the gun back hard as hell. “I mean it!”
"Alright, alright. Just keep calm." She said kneeling down in the middle of the road removing her dress. "What do you want Mink? What is this shit going to solve?"
"I want you to feel the way I felt tonight when I was on my knees in your husband's office graveling at his feet and sucking his dick
." I cried.
"Wait, huh? You slept with Yolo?" Flava asked in a whimper.
"No I just sucked him off but its all the same to him. And it would've been the shit too. I was about to replace your ass and he was going to leave you once and for all! It was going to be my time to shine. Me!" I could not stop the tears from falling.
"Then what happened? Why haven't you claimed your throne yet?"
"Because just like everybody else he thinks that I will never be as good as or better than...YOU!" I screamed letting off one warning shot.
I had never shot a gun before. I had always played around with the one Cesar had but I never had anything to shoot until now. My initial intentions were to fire a warning shot into the air or up at the trees to let her know that I wasn't playing games with her. But as I watched the blood ooze from her shoulder blade, I knew I had fucked up.
"What the fuck? Mink don't...please!" She cried graveling and wincing from the pain.
"Don't what? It’s too late, Flav. The damage is done and now I must finish it." I shrugged nervous as shit, taking a second shot to her abdomen.
"Mink!" Flava reached out as blood gurgled in her mouth.
"And you know what's so funny about it all? You taught me everything I know. The only thing was that you never got caught in your shit. Naw, instead you left me to take all of the ho fame. Its cool, though." I shot her again.
By now I hadn't heard anything come from her mouth. She was no longer moving and her body was bent like a contortionist on the ground. She was bleeding from 3 different places on her body and it was oozing out at a rapid pace coating the pavement slowly. I walked up to her to see if her eyes were open or moving, they weren't. The damage had been done and there was no turning back. So just for insurance, I shot her again. This time it was in the place where her heart should be. I couldn’t take a chance on her coming to and telling anyone who had done this to her. She was better off dead anyway. It was just like she had said before, her life was over.
