by Baker, T. N.
On the way to the hotel, I asked Shana to please be cordial to Epiphany and told her that she has to tell her how she feels one day, just not tonight. We been friends for a long time; we've seen each other go through some heartaches, pain, good times, embarrassments, and struggles. "Shana, we both know that Epiphany is full of her self, she's conceited, self-centered and self-righteous; just plain self-absorbed. She can't help it, that's just the way she is, and that's the way she's been since we've known her. So, don't end a long-term friendship over something she can't change. We all got personality issues maybe not as bad as Epiphany, but we love each other and I know we'll always have each others back so try to forgive her cause she knows not what she does." We both busted out in laughs. With all that said, Shana agreed and even admitted to missing her a little bit.
It's party time! A room filled with about seven of my closest friends and associates yelled out when I arrived to room 202 at the fairly new JFK Sheraton right off of 150th Ave. The girls had a connecting two room suite decorated with mini brown dicks hanging from streamers, chocolate dick-shaped lollipops and a cake with a big dick on it.
"This is ridiculous," I said with a smile. "You guys done went dick crazy."
"Well enjoy," Lea said, "cause the best is yet to come." I was surprised to see Epiphany there so early, and she was surprised and happy to see Shana. She ran over and gave her a big hug and everything seemed to be fine, for now. Simone was playing DJ and her lil' boom box packed a lot of bass. She played some of the hottest songs from way back in the days, while we all tried to remember all the old dances like the whop, cabbage patch and the smurf.
The party really started to jump off when the entertainment came; which was right on time, although I couldn't speak for anybody else, I was feeling a lil' hot and a lot tipsy. Since Lea was the host, she stood up over by the door of the connecting room and introduced three of the finest shades of chocolate men I had ever seen in my life (at least that's how the alcohol made me feel). "Let me present Mr. Goodnight, he'll put that ass to sleep; Chocolate Ty, will take you on a natural high and... oh yes... last but not least The Damager, will put a hurting on the pussy."
I almost dropped my drink when he stepped out of the other room door. He had a caramel complexion that could just melt in my mouth. Standing about 6'3" with a baldy, his chest was covered with a fine texture of hair and the bulge in his pants was unbelievable. They gave Simone a tape to pop in the cassette with songs like Ginuwines "Pony," Jodeci's "Freakin' U" remix and R. Kelly's "Sex Me." All three of them immediately came over to me and got the party started. Chocolate Ty picked me, and the chair I was sitting in, up off the ground, while Mr.
Goodbar... I mean Mr. Goodnight laid down on the floor what appeared to be a clear shower curtain and then me. I closed my eyes, feeling a little nervous about what was about to happen next. Then all three of them participated in covering my body with saran wrap, whip cream, chocolate syrup and a variety of fruits, then one by one starting from my toes they licked me off.
The best was saved for last. When I opened my eyes The Damager was on top of me. I wanted him so bad, the way he touched me made my heartbeat jump between my legs. While the other two where keeping the girls preoccupied The Damager gently tugged on my shirt leading me into the other room and I didn't try to stop him. He closed and locked the door then grabbed me by my hair, stuck his long tongue in my mouth and started caressing my body. His touch felt so good my knees started to buckle; bad enough I only stood 5'2" against his very large frame. He picked me up and slowly, still working his tongue, walked me over to the bed. I didn't know what came over me but I knew what was about to happen and not one bone in my body wanted to stop it from happening.
My heart pounded as he began to undress me, and with no hesitation he stuck at least 12 inches of hard dick inside my pulsating wet pussy and fucked me until my legs started to shake uncontrollably. Then just as it felt like my insides were going to explode, he snatched his hardness out of me making me feel like a dope fiend without his dope as my pussy throbbed so hard.
He made me beg for more as he whispered, "Tell me how bad you want me."
"I want you, I want you so bad," I moaned as he bit on my neck and breast. Then he demanded I turn over on my hands and knees so he could toss my salad. After he finished licking and sucking on every inch of my ass he inserted his dick again and pounded me out from behind shifting all 12 inches or more up in my guts, giving me a feeling that I had never felt before in my life. As soon as I started to cum and thought it couldn't get any better he put his face between my legs and slowly drank my pussy's juices. It was so amazing.
When I woke up the clock read 4:00 am, the other room was quiet, The Damager had left, I had a hangover and a sore swollen pussy. I got up to put my clothes on and noticed he left a business card with his home number on the back, and it said
"Next round is on me." I thought to myself I couldn't possibly fuck him again and I won't. I'm about to be a married women, then the guilt started to hit me hard, I shouldn't have fucked him in the first place. What the fuck is wrong with me? I waited all these years, right before my wedding, with a bunch of my friends in the next room to cheat on the only man I have ever slept with and loved... with a stripper who probably runs around laying pipe to every woman that books him.
The thought of him fucking other women the way he fucked me made me feel nasty, I tossed his card right in the garbage.
When I opened the room door to the other room, Epiphany, Shana and Lea were still there passed out on the couch and king size bed. I didn't wake them I just tip-toed over to the bed and laid down in an open space as if I had crashed there the whole night.
SHANA
I had a migraine from all the mixes of alcohol I drank last night.
I shouldn't have gotten so fucked up knowing I had to be at the prison at 9 a.m. sharp in order to be able to have our conjugal visit. I was running late, there was no way I would make it there in 20 minutes so I decided not to even try. I went home and got in the bed, hoping to sleep off this headache I had. Five minutes into a doze the phone rang.
"You have a collect call from 'K.C.,' do you except the charges?
"Yes," I said to the operator. Before I could get a word in this nigga just started going crazy with 21 questions.
"Why the fuck you ain't here? You fucking around on me?
Who's there with you, and where the fuck you been at anyway?"
"Hold up K.C., it's too early in the fucking morning for your bullshit. Damn, I miss one visit and you flipping out on me. I'm your wife now, not one of your lil' girlfriends, so you gon' have to start trusting me," I said, feeling like I just put him in his place.
"Yo, Sha you the only one out there on them streets really looking out for a nigga and for that I love you more everyday, but always remember this one thing about me... I trust no one not even my momma. You feel me? Now check it out, I need you to make it to my next visit, which is tomorrow you got that Shana, tomorrow at 1:00 pm. I got some shit I need to run by you about that thing we talked about, yeah I came up with a plan."
"Alright, I'll be there."
"Cool," he said ending the conversation without an "I miss you," "love you," or even "I can't wait to see you." Boy I tell you, unnecessary drama, it was a bad move on my part telling K.C.
about my business dealings with C-god. His only concerns were commissary money, visits and his plans to move in on that nigga C. Is that all I am to him... the missing fucking link to help him get payback? I've been loyal and he knows that. How can he call me and say some bullshit about trust and in the same breath ask me, someone he don't trust, to help him commit murder?
The phone rang again. I answered it screaming, "Yes, operator I'll except the charges." Thinking it was K.C. again, I was ready to give him a piece of my mind.
"Damn baby, who made you so mad this early in the morning and got the nerve to be calling you collect."
"Who's this?"
"Oh, so now you
don't know who this is, what you got some other chick calling you baby now?"
"Chasity, what do you want," I said, sounding annoyed.
"I want you," she said.
"Look ain't nothing happening, I told you the last time I saw you that it ain't going down like that no more. I ain't feeling it, besides I got a man now. So don't call my numbers no more." Click. I hung up and unplugged the phone.
My migraine had just gotten worse.
KEISHA
As soon as I got home, I ran straight to the bathroom to run me some water for a nice hot bath. Besides me needing one, that's the only thing I could think of that would sooth the soreness my coochie was feeling. Tucker and the baby were still asleep and I didn't want to wake them, at least not until I got cleaned up.
After my bath, I grabbed my towel and began drying myself off.
Then I remembered the gift that Shana brought over and decided to open it. I wrapped the towel around my body still dripping a little, snuck into the bedroom and removed the pretty wrapped box from my night table. Once I tippy-toed back into the bathroom, I closed the door and tried tearing the sturdy wrapping paper open as neatly as possible, but at the same time I was anxious to see what was inside the box. It was a beautiful sheer white negligee with embroidered satin roses on it. I slipped it on and complimented my body's curves so nicely. I admired myself in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door and got excited from the thought of Tucker getting excited once he saw me in it. I exotically started to twist my hips to the sound of ' Drop it like it's hot' as it played in my head and couldn't believe what I saw on my left booty cheek... a big purple pas-sion mark. I freaked out. How am I going to explain this and how I'm I going to hide it? I looked in the medicine cabinet in search of all the high school remedies I could remember for removing a hickey. The comb didn't work, toothpaste and neither did the frozen spoon. Knock, knock. Tucker knocked on the door and my nerves started to go crazy. I threw on my sweat-pants quickly and opened the locked door.
"Hey Keish," he said planting his juicy lips on mine, why you got the door locked?" I stalled a little before I answered trying to think of a reason why I would lock the door when I usually don't. With my heartbeat racing I told him the truth.
"I was trying on a little surprise from Shana, that I plan to wear for you on our wedding night. If you don't mind." Damn, that was close. I thought until Tucker took my hand and placed it on his morning hardness.
"You feel big poppa? I woke up hard as hell thinking about that pussy."
"Tucker you always wake up hard, just go to the bathroom, I gotta go check on the baby anyway."
"Come on Keish the baby's alright, I'm horny as hell, let me get a lil' bit. Just lean over the sink and let me hit it from the back."
"No, T... what part of no don't you understand?" I snapped at him, but really I was angry with myself for having to tell him no.
"Oh we about to get married and it's like that. You holding out on the goodies already, yo what the fuck is up with that?
What time did you bring your ass in here this morning anyway?
You out there fucking around with Epiphany's grimey ass ain't no telling," he said, getting angry with me.
"Are you accusing me of something Tucker, because if you are you need to ask yourself should we even be getting married?" I said flipping my wrong doings on him, but fuck it men do it all the time.
"I don't know, should I be? I mean you was out all night and now I can't get no pussy. You ain't never told me no before, now all of a sudden I can't have none, so what I'm suppose to think?" "You ain't supposed to think nothing, you supposed to just trust me," I said.
This heated discussion seemed as if it was gonna last forever and my conscience was starting to wear me down with guilt.
Over and over again in my head one side was saying I shouldn't have done it and the other side was saying, "fuck it, you only live once and at least it was good." All I know is at that very moment, I just wish last night never happened. This hickey was gone and this discussion was over.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
Somebody upstairs must have been listening because that's the way Tucker's cell phone rang when there's drama. He called it the warning, biting off of the way Biggie's pager went off in the beginning of his song "Warning." That means two things, some shit just went down or it's about to go down. Tucker ran out of the bathroom to catch his cell before the ringing stopped. His frustration was no longer towards me but to who he was on the cell with because all I heard him yell was "What, where the fuck was ya'll at? Man ya'll some damn asses, where's Mali at? A'ight, yo I'm on my way." And out the door he went without saying another word to me.
EPIPHANY
I was the last one to leave the hotel room this morning; since I had no one to go home to there wasn't any rush. I ordered the deluxe breakfast from room service and went back to sleep until check out. I had a good time last night cause it gave me a chance to get my mind off of you know who and to hang out with my girls like we used to. I can't believe Keisha gave up her goody two shoes crown last night, all that moaning she was doing in the other room made me want to form a line up at the door and go next.
I knew she had some bad girl up in her somewhere. That's my girl. Shit, niggas been doing it for years and still are, look at C's cheating ass telling me he loves me and then when he leaves me to go and take care of so-called business, he laying up with the next bitch playing house and picking out baby names. I hate that lying bastard.
Speaking of the devil, I approached my street and noticed C-God's truck parked in front of my apartment. I got weak from the sight of his truck, I knew mentally I wasn't ready to see him face to face, so I just kept driving.
Once again the pain took over. Trying to fight depression, thoughts of encouragement stroked my ego. Epiphany Janee Wright snap out of it, you're the one in control. You're strong, tough, the one who gets what she wants and then breaks away.
A certified heart breaker... with a broken heart. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself, it wasn't working. It's so hard to get out of the situation when your heart won't do what you want it to do, it felt like I had fallen and couldn't get up.
I ended up at the mall on Sunrise highway. Shopping always makes me feel better. Unfortunately, I saw nothing I wanted, so I only purchased a bottle of a new fragrance by BCBGirls called Nature and headed back to the car, assuming the coast would be clear by now, cause that nigga C ain't got no time to be staking out in front my crib like that... not for long anyway. The streets are always calling him.
As I was driving, I noticed this hooptie speeding up along side me, at first I wasn't sure who it was, but as Smitty was passing he pointed his finger at me as if it was a gun and he was bust-ing off shots. My heart pounded in fear because there's no telling what that crazy muthafucka would do.
C-GOD
"Yo what up Mike?"
"Yo, C that shit was a piece of fucking cake last night, we got them niggas shook son... took all their shit, yo. Where you at, man? 'Cause I know you don't want the details over the phone," Mike said, thinking like a Lieutenant was supposed to.
"Naw you right, I'm out here in front this bitch E crib. Yo I ain't heard from her in a minute. Shorty done changed numbers on me and all that, son. I don't know what's up with her, I'm
'bout to file a missing persons report out on her ass or something," C-God said, sounding a lil' stressed.
"Yo, fuck that high price hoe man, it's something about her I ain't feeling anyway," Mike said, girl hating as usual.
"Nah yo, watch your mouth dawg, chill with that... she a'ight. Anyway, yo, meet me on the block in twenty," C said, getting a lil' sensitive over Mike's comment about Epiphany. He got off the phone happy to hear that niggas made out alright running up in one of Tucker's spots. He already had it in his mind that Tucker was soft from their last run in. That nigga's about to be put out of business, he thought to himself as he drove off to go get the details.
KEI
SHA
My wedding was a week away and there has been nothing but chaos in my household. Tucker and I haven't said too much to one another. It's been a week and he still wants to be mad. On top of that one of his spots got robbed for over 90g's and a couple of keys, I don't think any one was hurt, but I heard the words
'murder that nigga.' At first I wasn't sure who he and Malikai were talking about when I overheard them talking in the basement. I put two and two together and came up with C-god when I heard Tucker say, "We fucked up by letting that nigga slide when he was mouthing off with that bullshit 'bout putting me out of business before, he was testing me. We should've took care of that nigga then 'cause now he's a problem that has to be handled."
With all that said he and Mali bounced out of town early this morning, for what or how long I don't know. All I do know is some serious shit is about to go down and I don't know what that could mean for our future. It seems like the closer he gets to the exit in this game the further the exit becomes.
Now, here's some more shit... more drama in our lives. I mean I wanted my shit to blow over peacefully, no more arguing between us, but now he's caught up in some danger that has his focus and it don't look good. The shit that's going on with him now, sure took away from my shit. We haven't talked about it, let alone had sex, and now that the hickey's gone, where is my man? Out of town a week before our wedding. I guess next time I should be careful with what I ask for because the man upstairs damn sure took Tucker's focus off me. Only God knows what kind of drama he replaced it with.
Leaving the house, I noticed a package wrapped in gold paper in front of my outside door. It didn't have a return address on it and the mailman had left already. Someone must have hand delivered it.
Attached was a card with no name that read, "I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Best wishes." I wasn't sure if I should open it, especially with all that's going on, and it might be a bomb or something. I examined it closely, first I listened to see if it was ticking, I shook it, and threw it in the street but nothing happened. Not too many people knew were we lived so it had to be a wedding gift from one of the neighbors, they're very hospitable around here. I took the package inside and opened it. It wasn't a bomb of course; it was a videotape with no writing on it. I popped it in the player but nothing happened. I hope it still works because we haven't used the VCR since DVDs came out.
