by Kiki Swinson
“Well, since you spilled my drink all over me, come to the bar and let me replace my drink and get you one,” Scotty replied, placing his hand on the small of my back.
It was a bold move. It also made me even more attracted to him. A man who could take charge was right up my alley right then. His touch seemed electric. I smiled and followed his lead. His walk was so rugged. Scotty was like the gangsta I would never usually have an attraction to, but right away I was smitten with him. As we slid onto the bar stools, I watched Scotty order our drinks. His slang and swagger all pointed to “bad boy.” I smiled wickedly as something evil crossed my mind. I was thinking Scotty was just the kind of dude I need to fucking send Richard to hell where he belonged.
“So what’s a sophisticated lady like you doing in a club out here?” Scotty turned to me and asked. “You definitely ain’t like most of these clucking-ass broads up in here.”
“I’m hanging out with my sister,” I answered, nodding toward Paulette and Trina.
Scotty laughed. “You know Trina? Damn, you don’t look like you’d be friends with that ho,” Scotty said directly.
I almost choked on my drink. He had just said what I had been thinking all night about that ugly chick.
“Correction. My sister knows Trina,” I quickly added.
“So, wassup? You got a man?” Scotty asked, getting right to the point.
I liked that. He was a no-holds-barred type of guy.
“Nope. Almost divorced,” I said, feeling the anger well up inside of me just thinking of Richard and the word divorce. I knew that was the next trick up Richard’s sleeve; I just didn’t know how soon he was going to try that bullshit.
“Awww, sorry to hear that,” Scotty replied.
I chuckled. I could feel the liquor completely taking hold of me. I jumped off my bar stool and moved real close to Scotty. So out of character for me. I was tapping into my inner bad girl. I put my face close to his seductively. “There is nothing to be sorry about. My husband is a piece of shit and so is the bitch he left me for,” I whispered. Then I kissed Scotty on the side of his face, dangerously close to his mouth. I was teasing him. I was completely out of character and loving it. Maybe this is who I really was deep down inside. The person I had suppressed just to satisfy Richard.
Scotty huffed seductively. “Mmmm, I like that,” he said, placing his hand on my ass in a bold move. I didn’t protest one bit.
“Good. Because I think I want to keep you around. I hope Lil Man is just a nickname and they don’t call you that for a reason,” I said, grabbing a handful of his dick through his pants.
Scotty didn’t even flinch. “Nah, Ma, Lil Man is the name I got from being in the game since I was ten. Niggas on the street couldn’t believe how much of a man I was since I was so little. I was regulating niggas twice my size, and I was kind of ruthless. I didn’t have shit to lose back then. In my hood, I was the fucking man. So they started calling me Lil Man. Trust me, baby, my other man ain’t little at all,” Scotty said, grabbing his dick for emphasis.
We did the mating dance for another twenty minutes. He was touching me inappropriately, and I returned the favor. I was whispering all types of reckless shit in his ears, and he was offering to fuck me right there on the bar. It was a lot of fun. Scotty seemed more and more like somebody I needed to have around . . . just in case. I had three more drinks and told Scotty all about Richard. He said he was twenty-seven years old and had grown up on the streets of Park Place. He told me how he was no stranger to violence and a quick hustle. In my mind I thought all of those factors were perfect. With the liquor completely taking over all of my senses, I took Scotty’s phone number and promised to call him. I was thinking devious things, some of which had to do with letting Scotty fuck the shit out of me, others having to do with Scotty helping me collect on the debt owed to me.
Paulette and Trina came rushing over once they saw me and Scotty all cozy at the bar. Paulette grabbed my arm and pulled me aside. “Melody! How are you fucking sitting between some stranger’s legs, kissing all over him? You don’t even know him,” she whispered harshly.
I was feeling too good to let her break it up. I just laughed at her. “Stop being so snobbish. Remember you were the one who told me to loosen up . . . so I did. Now come let me introduce you to my new friend, Lil Man,” I slurred, snickering like a schoolgirl.
I introduced Paulette and Scotty, and instantly I could see the tension between them. Paulette rolled her eyes and barely extended her hand. Scotty chuckled at Paulette and looked at me as if to say What’s up with this bitch? Paulette stomped away and told me she would be waiting for me outside. I looked at Scotty; he didn’t even seem fazed by my sister’s rude display.
I giggled; of course, that was the liquor.
“You coming home with me or going with the evil sister?” Scotty asked me boldly. I couldn’t let him take that much control. Tipsy or not, I was still thinking, plotting, planning, little did he know.
“No, I’m not going with you, bad boy. I have to honor my sister. But you can give me your number and we can see each other again,” I told him.
“Let me put my shit in your cell,” Scotty replied.
“No . . . just write it down the old-fashioned way,” I demanded. I wasn’t trying to give him my phone number. Something told me that Scotty was going to be the perfect loser to have in my corner. He puffed out a breath of aggravated air, but he wrote his number down anyway. I kissed a little white napkin and left my lip prints on it. I stuffed it down the front of Scotty’s pants. “Maybe next time it will be my real lips down there,” I said seductively. Then I sauntered away, switching my ass for good measure. I definitely would be calling Scotty very soon. The way I saw it, there was no reason for Scotty to have my number if I would be using him to do my dirty work. That would be too risky. Too much evidence would be out there for the taking. Shit, I wasn’t that drunk.
When I approached Paulette, she looked like she was steaming mad. I just kept a lazy, alcohol-induced grin on my face.
“What was that all about, Melody?” Paulette gritted as we got into her car.
“It was about moving on, getting redemption, and claiming what is mine,” I said seriously. I was tired of Paulette asking me so many questions.
“That dude is no good. Trina told me he is a two-time loser who has done some serious time in prison. She said he has no regard for anybody and walks around with an I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude,” Paulette relayed.
I rolled my eyes.
“Is that how you want to move on? A rebound with an even worse loser?” Paulette asked, her tone serious and motherly.
“Yeah, I bet Trina is just jealous because Scotty knew that bitch was a big-time ho,” I shot back.
“Ho or not, she knows that you are treading on dangerous ground fucking around with a nigga like that. The last thing Trina said to me was that Scotty or Lil Man or whatever he calls himself will shoot his own mother over a dollar,” Paulette warned.
Perfect. Just what I want, I screamed inside my head. I remained silent. I could feel Paulette looking over at me.
“You better be careful . . . that’s all,” Paulette said with finality.
I closed my eyes to tune her out. No, Richard better be careful, I was thinking.
5
“Damn, baby, you look so fucking good. You got my shit on rock,” Scotty whispered as I pranced in front of him, removing my clothes stripper-style. I licked my lips seductively and pinched my bare nipples. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me.
“Ssss,” he hissed as he grabbed a handful of his rock-hard dick through his pants. “That shit is getting me right. Play with your pussy now,” he grunted.
I turned around, spread my now-bare ass cheeks, and teased Scotty by putting two fingers inside of me.
“You want this?” I whispered, slowly taking my fingers out so he could see how moist they were.
“Whatchu think?” he answered, panting now.
I could s
ee sweat glistening on his forehead.
“What you gonna do for me if I give you this?” I asked, turning so he could see my newly shaved pussy clear as day.
“Anything. Shit, anything you want,” he groaned. He was moving his hand up and down on the large lump in his pants.
I walked over to him, straddled him, and began grinding my pussy on his dick. “Wait, let me take it out,” he whispered. “I want to feel your shit skin to skin.”
I laughed. I had Scotty almost begging for it now. I met him eye to eye, opened my mouth, and began tonguing him down. I pushed him down on the bed roughly, then moved off of him. He opened his eyes wide. I wrestled with his belt buckle and a smile eased across his face.
“Damn, I love a woman who can take charge,” he moaned.
I had Scotty completely naked within a few minutes. The session was for both of us. I hadn’t had good dick in a long time, so Scotty would be satisfying my craving, and at the same time I was spinning my web and casting my spell over him. I grabbed his swollen dick roughly and yanked it. Then, with a big smile spread across my face, I took all of him deep into my mouth.
“Shit!” he hissed. I bobbed up and down on his dick, spitting on it and taking it so deep I gagged on the head. Scotty was breathing hard. That excited me, so I started pulling my jaws in around his dick harder and harder. I grabbed a handful of his balls and massaged them. He was making a weird noise, so I knew he was close to coming. I moved my mouth from his dick abruptly. “Why you stopping?” he groaned.
“You can’t come just yet,” I said teasingly. I retrieved a condom from his little nightstand. I rolled it over his throbbing dick. I looked down into his face as I lifted one of my titties, extended my long tongue, and licked the tip of my areola.
“Goddamn, you are sexy as fuck!” Scotty growled, sounding almost beastly. He jumped off the bed and grabbed me roughly. He pushed me down onto the mattress and climbed between my legs. I closed my eyes as he ran his dick up and down my pussy, over my clit and then near my pussy hole.
“Don’t fucking tease me. Give me that shit,” I hissed. I was definitely a new person. No more conservative housewife. Granted, I had had a few drinks, but I was also motivated by something far greater. “Ahhh,” I moaned as Scotty buried his dick deep inside of me. “Agh!” I screamed as he picked up speed and began pounding into my pelvis. His dick was so big I could feel that shit up against my cervix. He was grunting like an animal as he banged at a feverish pace.
“Your shit is tight as hell!” Scotty growled into the space behind my ear. He was sweating and grunting. Nothing like making love to Richard, which had become very dry and boring in recent years.
“Turn over!” Scotty barked, pulling his dick out and flipping me onto my stomach. He urged me onto my knees. He rammed his dick into me doggy-style. Our skin slapping together was like music to my ears. I let out a loud gasp and then a scream. Scotty grabbed on to my hips and grinded me from the back. He leaned onto my ass and back and put his hand around the front of me while he fucked me like crazy. He started rubbing my clitoris vigorously. “That’s gonna make me come,” I whispered. That shit felt so good. The pressure from the back, plus the clitoral stimulation was more than I could bear. “Aggh!” I belted out as I had the hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life.
“I can’t take that shit, Ma,” Scotty groaned, and then he called out in ecstasy too. I had drained his dick. He had also drained me. We both collapsed onto the bed, soaked in sweat. I was still panting. Scotty reached out and grabbed me close to him. “Yo, that is some of the best pussy I’ve ever had. I can’t let you get away from me,” he confessed, still trying to catch his breath.
I chuckled. I had broken through that bad-boy persona. I knew pussy would do it.
“You thought having an older woman was going to be all missionary style? Us older ones have much more experience,” I told him.
“I can’t believe your husband was stupid enough to fuck around on you, yo,” Scotty said.
I so loved his slang. I also loved the fact that he had brought up the topic.
“I gave up everything for him. A job, my own place, my schooling. I worked long hard hours helping him build up his law firm, and that was all I got in return—fucked,” I said sorrowfully. This was my chance. I had to get Scotty on my side.
“Damn, I ain’t never had no chick do shit for me. Including my own moms,” Scotty confessed.
“Aww, baby, I’m sorry you had a rough life. I would do anything for you. We can do everything for each other. One hand washes the other, you know,” I said, kissing his chest.
“I would do anything for you, too, Ma,” Scotty answered. Then he squeezed me tightly and got ready to fuck the shit out of me again. That was just what I wanted to hear, but I wasn’t going to say anything to him just yet about the plan I had come up with. In due time. I was still in the gaining-trust stage with Scotty. A few more encounters with me and I felt like I could have him eating out of the palm of my hand.
After I began seeing Scotty on a regular basis, things at the condo changed. It was a constant battle with Paulette and me. Paulette was acting just like our mother with all of her complaining and ranting and raving. She hated Scotty, and every chance she got, she let me know. She absolutely hated for me to have him in her house too. Paulette had told me on more than one occasion that she didn’t get good vibes from Scotty. I felt like a teenager being chastised for her choice in a boyfriend. I even slammed the guest bedroom door on Paulette a few times while she shouted at me. I had to admit, I was really acting like a teenager in love. I would sneak Scotty in late at night when Paulette was asleep and let him leave before she got up for work. Paulette was often annoyed with how I dressed. All of the new clothes I had purchased with money borrowed from her were definitely out of the norm from my usual style. Paulette would just roll her eyes and suck her teeth. She was also fed up with what time I came in the house and with me seeing Scotty in general. I didn’t care one bit. I knew she wasn’t going to throw me out. Besides, I couldn’t tell her that seeing Scotty was a means to an end. I wasn’t going to involve Paulette in my plans. I figured if she didn’t know anything, she would be truly innocent if things went awry. The less she knew, the better.
A few times while I was seeing Scotty, he’d driven me around his neighborhood. When he said he’d grown up on the rough side of Tidewater, I’d thought, How bad could it be? It was horrible. I watched crack addicts and drug dealers mingle outside like it was all right. Scotty told me he was “collecting his money” whenever he jumped out of his truck and ran up on some of the little boys standing in huddles outside of run-down houses. I knew immediately that meant he was a drug dealer. Damn. I had really gone from a gentleman to a gangsta. Exciting! But equally dangerous. One time I watched Scotty beat a guy almost to death right in front of everyone who was outside. I couldn’t even speak to Scotty when he’d gotten back in his truck. He was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were flashing with fire. That had solidified it for me. Scotty was the type of guy I needed in my corner. Ruthless was an understatement when it came to describing Scotty—or Lil Man as he liked to be called on the streets. I was sold. Scotty was going to be my personal hit man.
I was preparing to meet Scotty the day that my divorce papers were served on me. Richard had figured out that I was staying at Paulette’s house. He’d probably had someone following me or something crazy like that. When the process server rang the bell, I came to the door wearing a big smile thinking it was Scotty. My facial expression quickly turned dark when I saw who was standing at the door.
“Mrs. Melody Goldman?” a short, fat white man asked. He was sweating profusely and held a bunch of papers under his fat arm and some in his hands.
“Yes,” I said apprehensively, crinkling my eyebrows in confusion. He moved closer to me.
I shrank away from all the nasty sweat dripping from his body.
“Okay, good. Here you go,” he wheezed, shoving the stack from his ha
nds into my face. I looked at him, bewildered. Before I could read the paperwork, he puffed out, “You have been served.” Then he dropped the clipped stack of papers into my hands. As fat as he was, he got away from me fast as hell. Then he was gone in a flash.
“What the fuck?” I snapped at his back. He had run down the steps so fast that he’d made it to his car before I could even really get the words all the way out. I read the top of the papers: Petition for divorce. Then I saw Richard Goldman, Petitioner. I felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart. “Motherfucker,” I grumbled. I stumbled backward a few steps. My legs felt lead heavy, and my heart was hammering a mile a minute. I knew it was coming, but I don’t think I could’ve ever prepared myself for the reality slap of seeing it in black and white. I could feel angry tears welling up in the backs of my eyes. Just as I made it back across the door threshold, I heard a voice.
“Hey, baby! What’s good?” Scotty sang out from behind me. I turned around slowly, still holding the papers in my trembling hands. When Scotty saw my face, he looked at me strangely.
“What’s up, Ma? Who fuckin’ with you?” he asked sternly, taking in the look of horror I was wearing like a mask. He grabbed the papers out of my hand. “What’s this? Is it this that got you looking all fucked up?” he asked as he examined the stack.
I looked at him with tears welling up in my eyes. “That motherfucker filed for divorce already. It hasn’t even been two months since he fucking left me high and dry. Now this. He is trying to do it as fast as possible because once the divorce happens, I won’t get anything. Nothing for all of the years I put in. Not a fucking dime!” I roared. Scotty closed the door behind us. I flopped down on the couch, exasperated. He sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulders.
