From the Streets to the Sheets

by Noire

  “I’m Chandra,” she said, extending her hand. I didn’t take it, I just stared at her.

  Chandra was a big-boned sister, but she wasn’t fat. Give it a few years or a baby or two, and she would be. She had smooth caramel skin and a round face. Her hair was rich and black, just tickling her shoulders. I could tell that she had the potential to be a very attractive chick, but lacked the self-confidence to step it up.

  “Can I use your bathroom?” I asked, giving her my most innocent smile.

  “No problem. It’s down the hall to the right.”

  I gave Chandra a playful wink and headed toward the bathroom. Once inside, I closed the door and locked it. I proceeded to ramble through the medicine cabinet, garbage pail, and even peeked under the toilet seat looking for piss stains. I made it a rule never to roll into an apartment or house that a woman shared with a man. That was sure nuff asking to get got. I’d learned over the years that what a chick says and what’s real can often be two different things. I had broken this rule once, and ended up getting stabbed in the back by a hater boyfriend. That’s the reason why I started carrying a gat when I went to see a trick. I use the term trick, as opposed to client, because that’s what I did. I tricked women into believing they needed what I was selling. Most of these women should have realized that they were fine and strong enough not to need a man like me, or any man, to make them feel good. The thing was, the majority of them never really looked deep enough within themselves to find that inner strength. Relying on a man for strength or happiness was a shortcut. This worked for me, because it insured that as long as my dick could get hard, I’d never be pressed for cash.

  After making sure that there wasn’t a dude either living there or squatting, I went back into the living room. Chandra was standing in the spot where I had left her, rubbing her hands together nervously. From the look in her eyes she probably knew what drill I had really conducted in her bathroom. I gave her a sexy grin to set her mind at ease, and took a seat on the couch.

  “Would you like something to—?”

  “Take your shit off,” I cut her off, totally catching her off guard. Chandra stood there with her mouth open. She tried to read my face to see if I was joking, which I wasn’t.

  “I figured you might’a wanted to talk for a minute. You know, get to know each other a little bit?” she said, trying to buy herself some time.

  “What’s there to talk about? We both know what time it is.” My cinnamon brown eyes ensnared her, causing her to turn away. “Time is money, love. Come up out that dress.”

  She hesitated for a quick second, then started to undress.

  Chandra began undoing her black Versace dress. Her pudgy hands fumbled with the clasp at the shoulder, but finally managed to unclamp it. I admired her full breasts, pushed up by the black Victoria’s Secret bra. The formfitting dress gave her some trouble coming down over those wide hips, but slid off smoothly past that point.

  “Turn around,” I said. Chandra folded her arms across her chest and began to turn slowly. Nice, I thought. Her skin rolled over the waistline of her panties a bit, but she had a deliciously phat ass. I had always been a sucker for a phat ass.

  I could tell by the way that she was covering herself that she was ashamed of her body. Just the type I figured on. Chandra was your classic case of a beautiful, full-figured woman who had been brainwashed by white fuckers in society to be ashamed of carrying a few extra pounds. When I guessed someone’s type, I was hardly wrong.

  “Come’ere, Chandra,” I beckoned her. Once she took that first step in my direction, I knew I had her. See, most guys believed that if you put a good fucking on a woman it made them yours. This was not true. Any fool could conquer a woman’s body, but only the most skilled playas could conquer their minds.

  When I reached up to take Chandra’s hand, she jumped back. I gave her a warm smile, letting her know it was all good, and pulled her down on the couch beside me. Using just my thumb, I stroked the back of Chandra’s left hand. My trained eye spotted just what I was looking for, a tan line. So, she was married. That meant this wasn’t her house. One of her girlfriends probably let her use the crib to fulfill her nasty little fantasies. That was fine by me, as long as I didn’t have to put lead to some crazy nigga trying to rush the place, tripping behind his girl being a jump off.

  Somewhere Chandra had a man who probably had no idea that his wife was about to give away his goodies. The thought of this turned me on even more.

  Men like Chandra’s nigga came a dime a dozen. They played the game until they had their chicks trapped, and once the thrill faded the relationship went stale. The woman who was once a trophy piece on the arm of her man found herself spending a lot of time alone in the house. This is where I came in. I enjoyed fucking honeys in general, but there was something about fucking some other nigga’s pussy that made it that much sweeter. As I looked at Chandra sitting beside me damn near naked, I thought of how her man’s face would look if he could see her. I had to bite off the laughter that was trying to bubble out of me.

  I was a predator on two legs. The worst kind, if you asked my opinion. I preyed on the insecurities of women and bent them to my will. I didn’t do it out of malice, or because I liked hurting people. It was more of an addiction than anything else. It was my drug of choice, so to speak. I got high from the hunt and the conquest of women.

  Chandra opened her mouth to say something, but I silenced her with my tongue. Her breath was sweet, with just a hint of the wine she had been sipping as she prepared herself for the sinful act she was about to commit. I inhaled deeply, as if I could share in the drink with her. Chandra’s body went stiff when my fingers traced a line down her back. When I went to slip my fingers between her pussy lips, Chandra pulled back.

  “I’ve never done this before,” she said, slightly out of breath.

  “Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll like it so much you’ll be calling for me again.”

  Sometimes I can be a little arrogant, but chicks got off on a confidant man. I think I surprised Chandra when I scooped her in my arms and stood up. I must admit, my knees felt like they might give out on me, but it was all for effect. I gently laid Chandra back on the leather sofa and took a step back. She just lay there looking up at me, wondering what I had in mind. Well, I was just about to show her.

  I slipped out of my leather jacket and tossed it onto the love seat. I could tell she was impressed at how the tight wife-beater hugged my muscled chest and arms. As cool as I could, I ripped the T-shirt down the middle. I could see Chandra’s eyes light up, but the best was yet to come.

  Kneeling beside Chandra, I kissed along her thighs and knees. Her skin was streaked with stretch marks, but I pretended not to notice as I licked her navel tenderly. A low moan came from somewhere deep within Chandra. My nimble tongue darted in and out of her navel then worked its way down to the rim of her panties. Her hands tried to cup the back of my head, but I moved it. As a rule, I didn’t allow tricks to play in my hair, especially when my braids were fresh.

  I pulled Chandra’s panties down over her thick hips and admired her stuff. Her pussy had been recently shaved, but bore signs of new growth. Using just my fingers I spread her lips and found them soaked. Chandra squirmed, but didn’t pull away. “Take it,” she panted, but I wasn’t quite ready yet.

  I stood up so that Chandra could take in all that I was packing. Her eyes hungrily moved from my six-pack to the bulge in my baggy jeans. “You think you ready for this?” I dared.

  “Hell yeah,” she whispered.

  Chandra was looking at me like I was a baby deer and she was a hungry lioness. Weighing in at a chiseled 220 pounds and just a hair over six-two, I knew I had it going on. I stepped closer to where she lay and placed her hand over my crotch. She ran her palm up and down the front and smiled at what she felt. The warmth of her touch, even through the jeans, only made me harder. Chandra tried to unzip my pants, but I wouldn’t let her. As another rule, I had to be in control at all times. I p
urposely took my time unzipping my pants while she looked on in anticipation. When I pulled out my just-under-ten-inch dick, she almost fainted.

  I stood directly over the nearly drooling woman and licked my lips. I had one hand on her cheek, while my other hand stroked my dick. “You like what you see, Chandra?”

  Words had escaped her so she just nodded.

  “Then suck it like a good little bitch.”

  Chandra looked up at me as if she wanted to be offended, but she knew better. Here she was, a married woman about to pay cash money for the next nigga to fuck her. Crazy, right? But you’d be surprised at how many women pay for sex. Be it with cash, jewelry, or favors, they pay. The next time one of you cats who leave your women at home while you tip out see a hunk of a withdrawal from y’all joint bank account, just think of me. ’Cause I might be runnin’ up in your bitch and taking your money at the same time.

  When Chandra took my dick into her mouth, I was immediately turned off. She tried to jump right into the blow job, but only ended up scraping me. She gave me that old, “Sorry, but I ain’t never done this before” look, but I knew better. If a woman doesn’t feel confidant about her body, then nine times out of ten she won’t know how to use it properly. Judging by her shyness at me seeing her naked, I knew she’d given out more than her fair share of blow jobs to try and keep a man around.

  Without warning, I grabbed Chandra by the back of the head and yanked her free of my dick. Saliva ran down her chin as I barked, “Bitch, stop playing with me and suck it with some fuckin’ emotion!” She nodded dumbly and went back to the task. This time she handled her business properly.

  Chandra sucked me at three different speeds, licked my balls, and tried to lick my ass. I stopped her before it got too crazy and moved on to the main event. Slipping on a Magnum condom, I got back into my kneeling position in front of Chandra. I spread her big thighs and tickled her clit with the head of my dick. Chandra tried to squirm onto my dick, but I backed away. My show, my way. “Beg for it.”

  “Please,” she whimpered, pawing at my dick. Chandra had a look in her eyes that went beyond want or need. Her eyes was filled with the desperation that you see in a junkie who needs a quick fix. There was no doubt in my mind that if I didn’t break Chandra off, she was gonna try her best to take the dick.

  I ran my fingernails along Chandra’s thighs, barely touching her skin. Chandra sighed as a tremble went through her body. I started out just slipping the head of my dick inside her. I can’t even front, Chandra’s pussy was tight. Even with the lubricated condom, and her pussy now running like a faucet, I had a little trouble getting the head in. I began stroking her slowly, careful not to let her feel the whole thing just yet. By the time I got my dick halfway in, Chandra was hissing like a viper.

  “Yeah, this pussy is tight,” I huffed, keeping a steady rhythm. I hadn’t had a pussy that tight since high school. There was even a moment that I had the urge to cum prematurely, but you know I was too cool for that. Chandra’s husband either had a little dick, or he wasn’t hitting it much. I slipped my dick about three quarters of the way in before I hit her vaginal wall. Chandra let out a yelp, but made no attempt to stop me.

  “You like this dick, don’t you?” I whispered into her ear.

  “Yes,” she sobbed.

  “Tell me you love this dick, bitch. Tell me you love it.” I demanded.

  “I love it. Goddammit! I love this dick!” she shrieked.

  I continued to give it to Chandra, alternating from a slow grind to a rapid pounding. She cursed and grunted, throwing it back at me. I knew she was about to cum because I felt the walls of her pussy start to tighten around my dick. Just before she reached her climax, I pulled out. Chandra looked at me as if she could strangle my ass, but I paid her no mind. “Turn over,” I ordered, and she flipped onto her stomach real quick.

  Cocked up in the air, Chandra’s ass looked like a giant heart. A thin line of sweat ran down her back and into the crack of her ass. This time when I slipped inside her it was a much easier fit. I proceeded to dig as deep as I could into Chandra’s guts, slapping her hard on the ass. She grunted like an animal and dug her nails into the soft leather of the couch while I worked out on her. After ten minutes of hitting it from the back, Chandra’s juices began to run down my thigh. A lot of niggas could make a woman cum, but your cock-game had to be boss to make them squirt.

  Feeling myself about to cum, I spread Chandra’s ass cheeks so I could get deeper into the pussy. Chandra’s pussy felt like a warm spring day, clinching and unclinching on my dick. “Yeah, I’m ’bout to cum,” I panted.

  “Cum in my mouth,” she pleaded. “Let me taste you, Chocolate.”

  Never being one to deny a woman her sexual thang, I gave Chandra what she wanted. Right before I came, I pulled my dick out of Chandra and snatched the condom off. Chandra spun around and knelt before me on the couch, mouth open, eyes wide. With a few good strokes, I busted my nut. Cum shot from the head of my dick and splattered across Chandra’s face and chin. She moved my hand and began to jerk me off, catching the excess cum in her mouth. Chandra wrapped her lips around my throbbing dick and sucked out whatever was left. By the time she was done, I was winded and dizzy.

  • • •

  I took a quick shower at Chandra’s and slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and a white T-shirt. I always kept a spare set of underclothes in my gym bag, right next to my Glock. Normally, I wouldn’t bother showering at a trick’s house, but I had to meet my boys uptown and I didn’t want to ride all the way back to Brooklyn.

  Chandra was stretched out on the couch, wrapped in a lavender bathrobe, staring at me though glassy eyes. I knew that look all too well. See, being a brilliant lover had an up and a downside. The upside was; the woman would always remember you and chances were you could fuck her whenever you felt like it. The downside was, a lot of chicks wanted to try and turn a good fuck into a potential relationship. I knew what was running through Chandra’s mind, and I wasn’t with it.

  “You leaving?” she asked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

  “Yeah,” I said, flatly.

  “I was thinking maybe you could spend the night, and I’d hook you up with some breakfast in the morning?”

  “Nah, baby. I’m cool. I just need you to lay that bread on me so I can get going.”

  Chandra’s face took on a look of disappointment, as if I gave a shit. She got off the couch and headed toward the bedroom. Watching that phat ass move under that silk robe made my dick hard again. Shorty did have some good pussy, but I was straight about my cheese. Pussy would always come. Chandra returned a few moments later and handed me an envelope. I quickly thumbed through the contents and found five crispy hundred-dollar bills.

  “The extra hundred is for making me squirt.” She smiled. “I’d heard about it happening, but I’ve never experienced that shit until tonight. Thank you.”

  “Not a problem, baby.” I tucked the bills into my inside pocket. My work was done and it was time to head out. Chandra walked me to the door and I could tell by the look on her face she had something else on her mind. I tried to dip off before the situation became awkward, but had no such luck.

  “Chocolate, I’d like to see you again,” she finally blurted out.

  “Sure, honey. You know my rates, holla at me.”

  “No, not like that. I mean, the sex was the bomb, but I like being around you.”

  “Chandra, you got a man, shorty. I don’t rock like that.”

  She folded her arms and balanced on one hip. “My man didn’t stop you from fucking the hell out of me, did he?”

  “One thing ain’t got nothing to do with the other. You paid for a service, and that was that,” I said coolly. “Don’t complicate things, hon.” I could see the hurt all in her eyes, but I had my money and Chandra’s feelings weren’t my concern.

  “So, it’s like that, Chocolate?”

  “Afraid so, shorty. My show, my way.”

  “I shou
lda known better. You ain’t nothing but a ho!” she shouted. She was trying to get a rise out of me, but of course I was too cool for that.

  “I might be a ho, but being that your money is in my pocket, I guess that makes you a trick, doesn’t it? Give your man a big old kiss for me.”

  She shouted a few more crazy insults at my back as I headed for the elevator, but I couldn’t hear shit she said over the roar of my own laughter.

  • • •

  I steered my Dodge Charger up the Westside Highway, bumping the new Jim Jones CD. I fucked with the Diplomats. Though they weren’t the nicest rappers in the game, I respected their hustle. These kids had come from the same streets I was from and started a movement that was spreading like wildfire. I rested my head in Brooklyn, but I was still a Harlem nigga to the heart.

  When I heard Teddy’s “Love TKO” coming from my cell, I knew who it was without looking at the caller ID. “What’s up, boo?” I said into the tiny microphone of my earpiece.

  “Hey, baby,” Keita replied in her sultry voice. “I miss you, lover man.”

  Keita was my boo. My down-ass chick that I held above all the others. Now, I was a stone-cold dog, but even a dog needed a main bitch. For me, that was Keita. I had met her about a year ago at All Star Weekend in Denver. She was with her girls and I was with my niggaz, but when our eyes met there was no one else in the room. We got to politicking and I found out that she was from the Bronx. We spent the whole weekend together and by the time we got back to New York I had already decided that I was gonna make her my wifey.

  “I miss you too, my one and only,” I said, sounding like a real clown-ass nigga. I was a lion at heart, but when it came to Keita, I was a pussycat. As hard as I was, Keita was my only weakness. The bastard in me warned against it, but the heart makes you crazy.

  “You still at work?” she asked.

  “Nah, baby, I got off early. I’m on my way uptown to meet Benny and them.”

  “I’m glad, sweetie. Sometimes I don’t understand you, Dante. You make good money at the car dealership, so why do you continue slaving for UPS at night?”