Your Husband My Trick

by Solae Dehvine

  “What does it feel like?” She asked, and that I could answer.

  “It’s like a high to be on stage and have people drooling over you. They want to know what you're going to do next, or what crazy outfit you are going to wear. You get good enough, you get a fan club, men and women that come to the club just to see you. I’ve had a man tell me that he didn’t pay his mortgage just so he could come and spend money with me.”

  “Damn sis...you're that good?” I was past good, I was the best stripper in that place. I just never told anybody. I didn’t want Fendi with her fucking hand out like always.

  “Something like that.” The experience is breathtaking and heart wrenching at the same time, with money on top like sprinkles on a sundae. The shit was beautiful but at the same time it was still a job, all of this was still business. I parked near the back door like always and I walked through the side entrance.

  “Alright, go get comfortable. I’ll let VIP know you're coming and I’ll see you in a few hours. VIP is on the second floor okay.”

  “There is more than one floor…?” She asked.

  “Yeah, the elevators are up front.”

  “Damn, this place is fancy.” She looked around and I took it in a bit also. It was a beautiful place, but when you see it every day it's easy to take the beauty for granted. The club always lived up the diamond part of its name. The diamond wallpaper sparkled in the darkness of the back hallway, as the ceiling looked like small diamonds from the back of the club all the way to the front.

  It was still early, but looking out I could see people starting to file in.

  “Look, just follow this up and you will get to the elevators, and tell Terry to check the text message list. Tell him I sent you.” She was half listening, too busy looking and gawking around at the club.

  “Do you hear me…?”

  “Yes...I hear you. Go do what you do. I need to start working on my plan.” She was still on this plan shit.

  “Hey...Fen…”

  “Yeah…?”

  “Just be cool, alright.”

  “What do you mean?” She knew what I meant, she always did this.

  “I mean...you look top notch and everything.”

  “I know bitch...look at me.” She stood back, twirling around in one of my dresses. She filled up the back more than I could and her breasts were popping out the top like a jack in a box.

  It always fucked me up to think that years ago I would have never thought that my little brother would become a woman, or something like a woman.

  “Yeah you look good and…”

  “Oops...My boo is calling.”

  “Boo.” She flashed me the screen showing me the name. And three letters appeared. UZI…

  “Yeah boo whattup.” She answered the call and gave me a wink before disappearing down the hall towards the club.

  I watched her, it was like this all the time. That’s why I didn’t feel guilty about my plans. At the core of it all Fendi was selfish, and I was done with selfish bitches, including my blood.

  Shaking the shit off from earlier and having my sister here I was still ready to get to work. Walking into the club tonight with my sweatpants on and tennis shoes it might as well have been a three piece suit and stilettos, because I was about to put in some work.

  “Look at this bitch.” I heard one of the dancers whisper as I walked into the dressing room. It was a billion personalities in here. A million women from all different walks of life and we were put into a room to dance and battle each other for money, that’s basically what the stripping game is. A battle, and some girls cliqued together to form super teams, but for me, I worked alone.

  I didn’t want no bitches on stage trying to out-dance me and, of course, I wanted to keep all my money to myself.

  It was bad enough I was cutting my piece of the pie with Don, so I didn’t need they ass cutting into my shit.

  “Yo Legacy.” That was my stripper name. “Somebody called looking for you. Said they were in the usual spot.” I already knew what that meant.

  “Alright…” Changing my clothes I slipped off the drab covering attire of Lark, and slipped on the skimpy outfits that Legacy was known for.

  Six inch heels that resembled the rainbow were on my feet. My makeup was a little flashier tonight than I wanted but my hair and nails were already laid.

  “Damn girl, you look good.”

  “Thanks boo...You know Legacy always leaves em wanting.” It was already happening. I was turning into her. The ‘I don’t give a fuck’ part of me. The part of me that was about to free herself once and for all.

  “Yeah sis, you damn sure leaving a Legacy.” All eyes were on me as I left the dressing room. The same small group of minion bitches that were talking shit when I came in, were now drooling at my feet.

  I walked past them, taking a right out of the room towards the back stairwell. I took the steps two at a time in my heels until I was up the small stairwell. Everything transformed when I opened the door to the back office that said private on it.

  Closing the door behind me everything got a lot quieter. He sat with his back to me. The glass all around showed you every angle of the club. But from outside you couldn’t see a damn thing looking through the completely opaque glass.

  “Hey baby…”

  “Lock the door.” He ordered me.

  “Sure...you okay?”

  “When you say that shit is going down with that nigga you fuck with?”

  “Tonight...I think he’s going to hit that club tonight.”

  “Good...let him knock them off. Then all those customers will come here.” He said standing up. “It’s so funny that the nigga is hitting all the spots after you stop working there. Does he think that no one will see a pattern?” He was all business now. Earlier today he was eating my pussy like his last supper. Now he was in a suit, tailored, clean and smelling like a million dollars cash.

  “Baby I don’t want to talk about that.”

  “Well we need to.” He said finally turning around to me. “Because I want this shit wrapped up as soon as possible. That nigga has to go or I’m gonna lay his hoe ass down.”

  “Do what you feel is right Astro. I’m not asking you to spare him.” I watched Astro as he stood up, walking around his mahogany desk he turned up the knob on his radio.

  “Did you hear about this shit?” Instead of playing the same music in the club, Astro was busy listening to talk radio. He turned it up for me.

  “This hurricane season will be especially active in the Gulf and Atlantic region.” But I didn’t care anything about that. I was up here for one reason only, money.

  “Damn that’s crazy.” I said pretending to be interested. “But baby what about the plan?”

  “Damn girl, you don’t want to hear about your environment?” I heard him, but my eyes were out across the club. I could see straight across to VIP and what I saw made me laugh.

  “What?”

  “Look across there…” I pointed to the VIP section. Astro did as I said looking back and forth from me to the section.

  “Is that you're…sister.” I wanted to correct him and say brother but I held my tongue. Instead I nodded my head.

  “And she with that hoe ass nigga from Louisiana. What’s his name?”

  “Uzi.”

  “Yeah...that’s him. Hmmm so they fucking?”

  “Shit I don’t know. Probably.”

  “That’s a good thing right? She’ll tell us more about what’s going on with fuck boy?” That was his name for Don.

  “Yeah something like that.”

  “I tell you what…” He said standing up straight and unzipping his pants. Letting the tailored slacks fall to the floor, he pulled out his dick and let it flop around.

  “Why don’t you come over here, and do a line off my dick and tell me about how shit went today.” Unscrewing the cross on his neck Astro put his dick on his desk like he was serving up a casserole.

  “So you just want me to sniff
it right off your dick huh?”

  “Yep.” Astro shook out the coke onto his throbbing dick. He made it as straight as possible and smiled, revealing his wall of diamond studded teeth as he waved me over.

  “Now tell Daddy how your day went.”

  “You know how he is about his wife...I mean I told you about it.”

  “Yeah…” Getting to my knees I was eye level with his dick. Holding down one nostril I got right down to his dick and took a tornado like sniff and I felt everything in my body immediately feel better.

  So much better that I let my knees sink into the plush softness of Astro’s rug.

  “See, I told you that was some good shit.” Without being told, I took him into my mouth. Sucking the rest of the cocaine residue off his dick.

  “Damn girl.”

  “So he got mad like usual. We had a fight...my sister bought it.” I gave him a summary between slurps. Two sucks and I popped his dick out of my mouth, just to tell him we were on schedule.

  “I love it when you tell me the plans like this. Tell Daddy more.” So I kept sucking. Taking him deeper for a few more slurps then pulling him out.

  “By this time next month, I will have both my sister and Don out of my life…” Dick went back in, and more slurps sent his hands to my shoulders, and his knees to buckling.

  “Shit...How can I help?” That was the simplest question he had asked me all night.

  “Well, when the time is right, you can tell all of Houston that ole Uzi over there is fucking a man that looks like a woman.” Before I could put his dick back in my mouth Astro had already pushed me away.

  “What?”

  “My sister… is a…” I watched him as he looked from me to her across in VIP, and then back again.

  “You gotta be fucking shitting me.” I wished I was lying. I wished that there was no truth to it and that she was born a girl. “Damn...so that’s why…” He backed away from me and I could almost see him putting two and three together in his head.

  “Oh you're a bad bitch...you got this whole shit figured out. You're gonna send everybody up the river aren’t you?” I could only smile at that. I didn’t want to tell him my whole plan, only I was privy to that.

  “Damn...this is crazy. Like I would have never guessed.” His dick went from hard to shriveled in a matter of seconds.

  “So what am I supposed to do now?…I don’t even want my dick sucked anymore.” I laughed at that. Getting to my feet and wiping my mouth, what I saw behind him made me smile.

  “I tell you what, I’m going to work for a little bit, then let’s go to the studio and lay this track down.”

  “Bet.” I felt my high kicking in, my heart was racing and I felt like I could run through a wall.

  “Look…” I pointed to Fendi getting up with Uzi, both of them making their way to the door.

  “All you gotta do is sit back, watch, and enjoy the show. She’s always fucking shit up.” I told him as I stood and watched Fendi do the exact shit that I told her not to do.

  She walked right out the club with her arm wrapped around Uzi and his hand wrapped around her ass. It was like fate with her, she liked fucking up her life and this time I was going to let her. I was done being Captain Save-a-hoe, it was my turn to save myself, and the best thing I could do was get Fendi and Don out of my fucking life for good.

  11

  Life On The D L

  Fendi

  Uzi was smelling and looking so good that I had to roll out with him. I told Lark I wouldn’t leave, but I couldn’t help it. Now I was sitting in his ivory white Mercedes, with butter soft leather surrounding my body.

  “Damn this city is beautiful.”

  “Hell yeah, I luv Houston, Shawty.” He told me as he sped on the highway doing seventy and going faster.

  “Damn they drive just as crazy here as they do in Atlanta.” He laughed, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other on his double cup. I was just thankful his hands were preoccupied and not turning into tentacles ready to feel between my legs. I was good at tucking my dick now, rather I was a fucking expert, but I still didn’t know any tricks that would make a pussy appear, so him feeling between my legs was a no go...for now.

  “Where we going boo?” I asked looking out over the lights of downtown H-Town.

  “Shit, back by my crib if you ain’t scared, ya dig.” I could listen to his Nola twang all day long, but going back to his crib was a toss-up for me.

  “I’m not afraid of anything. You sure you're not scared?” The small 9mm in my purse made me fear no man. I might be a bitch but I’m not a dumb one, if he doesn’t take kindly to what I have to show him I’ll have to have some way to protect myself.

  “Shit baby, what I gotta be scared of? You gonna hurt a nigga or something?...You got something on ya?...You gon’ set me up?”

  “Nope...just some fire pussy that’s all.” Boy pussy, but I didn’t have to explain all that. Showing was better than telling.

  “So how long you been in Houston?”

  “Shit, since Katrina…” He commanded the road, driving through Houston doing seventy, crunching on ice cubes.

  “You got an iron deficiency or something?”

  “Why you ask me that, Shawty?”

  “Cause you crunching on that ice like….never mind. I’ll mind my business.” He laughed and kept driving.

  “Shit, say what’s on your mind, shit…We grown.” I knew a sure way to tell if a man was down with some gay shit. I hadn’t tried it yet, but already he seemed cool. I had a sixth sense for this type of thing.

  “I’m just saying like, people that eat ice, like have low iron.” I was fucking with him, pressing his buttons and all he did was laugh. He wasn’t up tight, a nigga that was too uptight wasn’t a good candidate for this test.

  “I don’t know about all that Shawty. But I do have a mud deficiency.” He said, laughing.

  “Mud. What’s that?” He handed me the cup.

  “Drink it and you tell me.” I knew what it was, but I played dumb. Taking a fake sip, I didn’t see how they could even stomach the shit.

  “Damn, it’s sweet.” I pretended to cough, handing the cup back to him.

  “That’s a south classic boo. Where you from?” He said laughing as I pretended to choke. Crossing my legs I told him a little bit about me.

  “My family is from St. Louis, but I lived in East St. Louis, Illinois for most of my life.”

  “You lying….Da Lou. I got fam there.” I listened to him tell me about his family, crunching the damn ice until I looked up and we were pulling into a hotel parking lot.

  “We not going to your house?”

  “Naw, being real with you. I kinda just bounce around boo. Hotel to hotel, I rent out houses and shit but I’m a street nigga. I gotta be on the move.” I could understand that. I was on the move too, but I didn’t tell him about that.

  “Shit, it's all good.” He pulled right up to the front. Double cup in hand as the valet opened our doors.

  “Welcome back.” All smiles from ear to ear, the valet was cheesing so hard I felt uncomfortable. I watched as he grabbed a small messenger bag from the back seat. It was covered in designer labels, basically what I called a dope boy purse. I was sure inside there would be cigarillos, a bag of weed, lighter, and probably a few condoms. But only certain thugs wore shit like that, that was downlow clue number 2.

  Maybe he is down. But I didn’t get too excited. Instead I took his hand, as he lead the way inside the hotel.

  “Damn, you sexy as fuck.” He told me as we soared up in the elevator.

  “Thank you...you're handsome as fuck too.” I had to ask the question. “What attracted you to me?” I asked him as we got to our floor.

  “Shit, that ass.” He slapped it, sending my booty to jiggling. Thanks to my plastic surgeon, it was soft and moved, and not basketball hard like some girls. I’ve seen a bitch’s ass that was harder than concrete, in the club trying to shake and catch a dick with money.

 
“Shit, look at you Shawty. Who the fuck wouldn’t want ya?” It was a good question, and he was right, who wouldn’t want me, probably a man that wanted a girl pussy.

  Getting to the room, I had to change my thoughts about Uzi. He wasn’t some regular street cat, because no way in hell could just anybody have a suite like this. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the city. Another bitch would have been scared but I knew the truth, these street cats were all on the downlow, you just had to make them comfortable enough to admit it.

  “Look at that view Shawty. That shit...whew…” I did just what he said as the door closed behind us. Looking out the window at the hustle of Houston I felt high as a bird. I was finally following my dreams and look where it landed me.

  This was it, usually I took my time and felt out a situation like this but drastic times called for drastic measures.

  “It does look beautiful.”

  “You smoke?”

  “Yeah a little bit.”

  “Shit I got this joint if you want it. I’m about to drink on this mud, you dig?”

  “That’s cool with me. Why don’t you sit back on the couch?” If I knew anything about lean, it had niggas in a straight coma.

  He did as I said, taking his cup with him. I put on some music from my phone, turning it up loud as he relaxed and I slipped off my shoes.

  If this works bitch, you're in there, I told myself as he sipped.

  “Want me to get you some more ice?”

  “Please bae...shit you the motherfucking truth already.” He was excited, and so was I, but for two completely different reasons.

  “Okay, I’ll be right back.” Grabbing the ice bucket, I slipped my shoes back on and headed down the hall. It was just enough time for me to glance at my phone. Of course I had missed calls from the one and only asshole, with threats on killing me. I was looking for a call from Nick, an apology or something, but there was nothing from him.

  Get that nigga out ya head. This was my life, bouncing around from dick to dick, and I didn’t have time to think about Nick, even though we were together longer than any of my other jump off relationships, but I shook it off. Instead I got the ice, slipping a few cubes in my mouth, sucking them as I walked back to the room.