The Dirty Divorce

by KP, Miss

  When I pulled up at Lace, I thought about the last time I was there and how Nelson had fucked Cream. At that moment, it dawned on me how I encouraged the nigga my daughter was fuckin’ to pay for pussy from a stripper. Every time I thought about Nelson bein’ wit’ Denie, the shit made my head hurt. Trying to stay focused, I got out and walked into the club. Of course the first person I bumped into was Honey. Even though I was there on business, she was so hard to resist wit’ that big ass spillin’ out of her thong.

  “What’s up, Rich? You need a private dance?”

  “Naw, Shorty, I’m good. You seen my man Julio from up top? He’s supposed to be meetin’ me here.”

  “Yeah, I just saw him in the back. You sure you don’t want none of this good pussy tonight?”

  “Naw, but here go some change,” I said, passin’ her a couple hundred dollar bills. I knew she probably needed it, since tonight seemed like a slow night.

  Makin’ my way to the back, it wasn’t long before I spotted Julio gettin’ a lap dance from Cream. Although I was in a rush, I let him finish since the song was almost done. However, as soon as the shit was over, we met in the back office to take care of business before he tried to get another round.

  “What up, Son?” Julio asked in his thick New York accent.

  “A lot of shit, but I’ll live,” I replied.

  “So, where’s Nelson? I was surprised when you called and told me that you were gonna meet me instead of him.”

  “He’s on vacation for a while, so call me or Carlos from now on.” I never wanted my business partners to ever see a divide in my organization.

  “Word. Okay, bet,” Julio said.

  After we took care of business and headed out of the back room, Honey and Cream were on the front stage fondlin’ each other; puttin’ on a show, of course. Watchin’ beads of sweat rollin’ down Honey’s thick thighs instantly made my dick hard. There was no way that I could leave Baltimore without fuckin’ her. I waited ‘til they finished their set and gave her the look. She knew what that look meant, it was VIP room time.

  All I needed was to have Honey’s ass on my lap after the night I had. Honey was such a cute girl wit’ so much potential. A part of me wondered why she was a stripper. Even though we’d fucked on countless occasions, I’d never asked her about her personal life. Guess I really didn’t care. Questions like that were for relationships, and the last thing I wanted that bitch to think was that I was her man.

  As soon as Honey walked in, she got on her knees, unzipped my jeans, and put my entire dick in her mouth. At only the young age of twenty-five, this chic was a true pro at what she did. As her thick tongue moved up and down my shaft then across my head, I could tell I was about to cum.

  “No, that’s enough. Bend over,” I demanded.

  I couldn’t wait to be inside of her as she removed her purple thongs, and exposed her manicured pussy. Extremely flexible, Honey bent over and grabbed her ankles right before I dove inside. Honey took each stroke like a stallion as I moved in and out at a rapid pace. It wasn’t long before her pussy began to grip my penis and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. I knew what that meant.

  “Cum for Daddy,” I said. When Honey let out a seductive moan, I couldn’t hold on much longer myself. “Oh shit, I’m cumin’ too.”

  Quickly pullin’ out, my eyes rolled in the back of my head as the warm liquid shot all over Honey’s back. It was an instant stress reliever. Once I cleaned myself up and zipped up my pants, I gave Honey some more money for her time. Shit, I was beyond generous at that point. Right before I walked out, Honey asked if she could ask me a question.

  “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “Rich, what do you think of me? I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of whore.”

  Where the fuck is this comin’ from? I thought. Usually I wouldn’t indulge in conversation wit’ a trick, but since she had just given me a treat, I decided to play Mr. Nice Guy.

  “I mean you’re cool. Why are you askin’ me that?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about getting out the game lately, that’s all. I wanted to know how you felt about me. I mean...”

  “Look Honey, your head and pussy game is not to be fucked wit’, but I ain’t really tryin’ to hear that. I got a lot of shit on my mind right now. I gotta roll.”

  I had to cut the conversation short because I felt like I was diggin’ myself deeper into a situation that I didn’t want to be in. Counselin’ a trick wasn’t on my schedule at the moment. No matter how much she might’ve been thinkin’ about quittin’, somethin’ told me that she wouldn’t stop. I’d seen her kind before. Money hungry bitches didn’t know how to stop.

  As I left out of the club, my mind was heavy. For the first time in a long time, I felt guilty for fuckin’ around. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I just couldn’t stop thinkin’ about Jade, and how I’d put her off all day. At that moment, I made a mental note to call her as soon as I hooked back up wit’ Carlos.

  When I headed onto Charles Street, my gas light popped on. Thinkin’ I needed to get some gas before I got back on the highway, I pulled into the Shell station to fill up. After givin’ the attendant seventy bucks, I started the pump, but got back in the truck since it was freezin’ outside. Waitin’ for the pump to stop, I scrolled through a few of the satellite radio stations ‘til I stopped on Jamie Foxx’s, Foxhole. The comedians up there were usually funny as shit, and right now I could’ve used a good laugh.

  As soon as I heard the gas pump click, I was about to get out the car, when I saw Lisa comin’ out of the gas station. She was in such a hurry she didn’t even see me. What the hell is she doin’ out here? I thought. It was obvious that neither one of us had spotted each other before.

  “Hold up. Her ass is supposed to be at home wit’ Denie,” I said to myself.

  When she got in her car, I quickly hopped out of my truck and placed the gas pump back in the cradle before hoppin’ back in the driver’s seat. I was so anxious to see where she was goin’, I didn’t even bother to put my gas cap back on.

  I called Carlos to see if he’d found out anything about who she was dealin’ wit’ since the last time I’d talked to him, but he didn’t answer. When she pulled off, I decided to follow her just to see who she was creepin’ wit’ on my own. I had to admit, it hurt to see her so happy and in such good spirits. I hadn’t seen her smile like that in a long time. After pullin’ out behind her, I made sure to stay a few cars back.

  “Who the hell could she be creepin’ wit’ in Baltimore?” I asked myself. Questions like this, continued to bounce around in my head ‘til she pulled into the parkin’ lot of an old motel minutes later. I was embarrassed to see that my wife would stoop this low and allow someone to take her to such a rundown spot.

  When she parked, I made sure to keep my distance so she wouldn’t see me, but made sure to keep a good view so I could see what room she was goin’ in. My blood began to boil as I watched her apply some lip gloss in the rearview mirror. It took all of me to lay low and be easy so I could see what she was up to. I tried callin’ Carlos’ phone again, but still didn’t get an answer.

  “What the fuck is Carlos doin’?” I asked out loud. “I need him to meet me over here so we can take care of this nigga.”

  My anger was at an all time high as Lisa got out of the car, opened the back door and pulled out her overnight bag. She even pulled out a plastic bag that looked as if it had come from a restaurant. I couldn’t believe this bitch actually went and bought this nigga some food, too. Eyein’ the car she’d parked beside, and not recognizin’ it, I had no idea who the nigga could be.

  Duckin’ down in my seat so she wouldn’t see me, I kept my eye on her as she walked into room 102. She didn’t even knock, so the nigga must’ve known she was comin’. Furious by this point, I hit the lever in my glove compartment to open up my stash spot. Seconds later, I pulled out my .45 and waved it back and forth. This was a job that called for a silencer, s
o I made sure it was in place while I allowed Lisa and whoever she was wit’ to get comfortable. No matter how much I cheated on Lisa, she wasn’t gonna get away wit’ fuckin’ somebody else. I was definitely gonna send her a message tonight. Her mystery date would soon be six feet deep.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Lisa

  “Damn baby, you look good,” Carlos said as soon as I walked through the door.

  “So, do you, handsome.”

  Carlos looked so damn sexy. He reminded me so much of Jim Jones, that pretty-boy sexy-thug look. He had grown a shadow on his face, and I liked it. Carlos was wearing some True Religion jeans and a pair of black Gucci rugged boots with a black Burberry sweatshirt. It was crazy that both he and Rich wore the same fragrance, Creed; a smell that always made me nice and horny.

  Carlos blushed as he jumped up and locked the door. “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for a while.”

  I held up the bag of food from the restaurant, Oya. “Well, you know Rich came by the house to drop Denie off, which slowed me up, but that’s a long story. Then I went to get us something to eat. Oh, and I stopped by the gas station to get the condoms you asked for, and some cough drops.”

  “Cough drops, for what?”

  I smiled. “You’ll see.”

  “Rich has been calling me non-stop, but I didn’t answer. I’m supposed to meet back up with him, so I don’t know if we can stay all night.”

  I displayed a huge frown. “Fuck that. I didn’t go through all this for a quickie. It’s bad enough you got me in this shit hole instead of something nice.”

  Looking around the room, it was just as bad as the outside. With only me and Carlos’ cars outside, it seemed as though we were the only people who decided to creep there for the night. The comforter was a baby pink and green floral pattern that looked hard as paper. The carpet was dirty, and the bed didn’t even have a headboard, but I figured I would make the best out of it. I could deal with cheap and dirty if it meant I could be with my man.

  Carlos sat at the little wooden desk and continued to break down his package. I knew he mentioned that he had to get his package ready to distribute, but I was determined that he was going to get his mind off of work to give me some of his good sex. Turning the lights off and feeling quite naughty, I got on my knees, unzipped his jeans, dug into his Hugo Boss boxers and started to massage his penis. He glanced at me with shock in his eyes before putting a little bit of powder on his finger for me to sniff. Like a disciplined student, I sniffed the powder off his pinky and kissed him on his lips. Seconds later, I kissed the tip of his dick. Quickly grabbing one of the cough drops out of my purse, I inserted it into my mouth then started sucking and massaging his shaft at the same time. All he kept saying was, “Damn, Lisa,” so I knew I hadn’t lost myself completely. I knew the Halls cough drop would give him that extra sensation that he needed.

  As he grabbed my hair with one hand, he pushed me deeper and deeper into his lap until he came. Wanting to show him that I could be a real freak, I swallowed every bit of his sperm. Carlos made me feel young again. I felt like I was back. All the things that I did sexually back in the day were finally coming back to me.

  We did a couple of lines together after I sucked him off. I’d never been into drugs ever in my life, but with Carlos, I felt like I was in another world. When we got high together, it took our sex to new heights; like we were on another planet, away from our problems. Feeling good, I straddled him then gave him a big kiss on those sexy lips. Carlos always knew how to make me feel better. He laid me on the bed before kissing me all over my body. I felt numb to everything, but his touch. I let him take control of my body and my mind. With my eyes closed, I thought to myself, I don’t want to come off this mountain that I’m on. He licked every part of my body and just before he entered me, I begged for him to let me feel his love. I wanted to be more connected to him tonight than I’d ever been. We didn’t use protection the first time we had sex, but he was very clear that it couldn’t happen that way again.

  “Carlos, please. I want to feel you again. You feel so good inside of me. Don’t use the condoms.”

  He was hesitant at first, then replied, “Just this last time, baby.”

  His dick felt so good. “I love you, Carlos.”

  “I love you to Lisa. Why are you crying?”

  “Because I don’t want this feeling to ever stop. I wish I could just love you forever. You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.”

  The more I told him my true feelings, the deeper he pushed inside of me. His love making was addictive. I couldn’t do anything but just lie on my back and let him have his way with me. It just felt so good to finally feel his flesh inside of me again. I yearned for him, and couldn’t imagine it being any other way. Suddenly, I could feel the pulse in Carlos’ dick and I knew he could no longer hold it in.

  “Let it go, baby. Cum inside of me,” I moaned.

  As if he was waiting for me to give him permission, Carlos released all his juices inside my walls. “Oh shit, oh shit,” he said.

  As his body began to jerk, I was just about to stroke his back when all of a sudden, the door flew open. Carlos immediately jumped up as silent gunshots sounded throughout the room. It was so dark and I was so high that I couldn’t make out what was going on. I screamed right before I heard Rich’s voice.

  “Come out, muthafucka. I know I hit you. Just let me finish your bitch-ass off!” Rich yelled.

  “Rich, what are you doing here?” I screamed.

  When Rich turned the lights on, I looked over on the floor by the bathroom and saw Carlos lying in a pool of blood. There were two holes in his side and his chest.

  “Nooooo, Rich! What have you done?” I cried.

  Rich’s eyes became enormous. “No… no…no, this is not fuckin’ happenin’. Los no Los, not you. How could you do this to me? Man, I trusted you!” Rich wailed.

  “I’m sorry, Rich,” Carlos managed to say. “Lisa, help me.”

  “Lisa, you betta stay where the fuck you at,” Rich replied. He looked at his cousin with tears in his eyes. “How could you cross me, Los?” When Carlos shook his head, Rich grabbed his gun again. “Fuck this, now you gotta go!”

  “No…Rich please. I love him. Please don’t do this!” I pleaded.

  “I, I love you Ri…”

  It was the last thing I heard before Rich fired two more shots in his chest.

  “Noooo, Carlos, please no!” I screamed. It felt like my world had come to an end as I ran over and held Carlos in my arms for the last time.

  “Why did you do that? You might as well kill me, too!” I screamed.

  Rich seemed to be in a daze for a few seconds before he snapped out of it. “Bitch, shut the fuck up. You made me do this shit. Why were you here with him? You’re already dead to me!”

  It wasn’t long before Rich looked at me with cold eyes then hit me with the butt of the gun, straight across my face. I could immediately taste the blood in my mouth as I dropped Carlos and crawled across the room, but couldn’t get away fast enough. Out of all the times Rich had hit me, this time was different. I knew deep down inside he really wanted to kill me. As I laid on the floor and cried, Rich stomped and kicked me like I was in a gang initiation. I just balled up in a fetal position and took my beating like a man.

  “How could you do this to me, Lisa? Why Los? How could y’all hurt me like this?”

  “Rich, you did this. Blame yourself, you did this!” I managed to say in between kicks.

  After the last kick, he made me get dressed. Rich picked up Carlos’ jeans and took the keys to his car out of his pocket. He then wrapped Carlos’ body up in the comforter and put it in the back of Carlos’ trunk.

  “Let’s go,” Rich said, grabbing me by my shirt. “I’ll drive Carlos’ car and you follow me in my car.”

  “What about mine?” I asked.

  “Give me your keys. I’ll get somebody to pick your shit up within an hour.”

/>   “But…”

  “Just give me your fuckin’ keys!” Rich yelled.

  As we left the hotel, I was more terrified than ever. A part of me wanted to drive in another direction and get help, but I knew that Rich would kill me. He’d turned into a different person that quick, but under the circumstances, I guess I should’ve understood.

  We drove about twenty miles to a deserted dock. After getting out, Rich got behind Carlos’ car and gave it a huge shove before it finally rolled off into the water. I burst out into tears as I watched Carlos’ car sink in slow motion. It was like something I’d seen in a movie, and something I thought I’d never be apart of. Now, I was an accessory to murder, and didn’t know how to handle it.

  Moments later, Rich made his way back to the car I was driving, but made me get in the passenger’s seat. He had so much rage in his eyes as he pulled off like a professional stunt driver. He finally began to talk after driving for ten minutes in silence.

  “I want you to know it’s your fault that Carlos is dead. The only reason why you’re not in that fuckin’ car wit’ him is because of my kids. Hopefully though, you’ll be so devastated from this that you’ll drown in your own sorrow and kill yourself, you miserable whore.” Tears kept falling as Rich continued. “So, you get high now? I saw the coke on the dresser.” Rich shook his head. “I can’t believe you let him turn you out.”

  “Rich, I’m…”

  “Shut the fuck up!” he yelled. “Let me say this just once. If you ever tell anyone about this, bitch, you will die. If Los’ body is found and you open your mouth, I will see to it that if I don’t kill you, Marisol will, and you know she don’t have no problem doin’ it. Now, get out!”