by Silk Smooth
“The nurse will be back in to patch you up. Trice will bring you something to eat in a little while, and if you need me, change the channel to three and speak.”
Honey was getting ready to walk out of the room, but I wanted to fuck with him. “Can you do me a favor and rub my feet with lotion? I don’t think I can reach them, but the rest of my body should be okay.”
He hesitated, but came over to the bed. He removed my house shoes and oozed lotion into his hand again. He began to massage my feet, and even though it felt good, I pretended that it felt magnificent.
“Oooo, mmmm, ahhhh, right there is just how I like it,” I moaned. “Keep it right there and press a little bit harder. Harder, Honey, harder!”
I had a smirk on my face while Honey’s look remained stern. When he got done rubbing my feet, he got on the bed and crawled his way up to me like a tiger. His lips were only a few inches from mine and so were his eyes.
“How many days do you think that it’s going to be before you get well? I don’t want to fuck with you right now because the many positions I want to put you in may hurt you.”
“I’m not sure about that, but I am sure about this. There’s a gash in my shoulder, compliments of you. I don’t feel comfortable lying on my back and allowing you to get creative with another hole, if you know what I mean. And didn’t your mother tell you to leave me the fuck alone? I know you wouldn’t ignore her wishes. I’m sure she’ll make you pay for it if you do.”
“Like I’ve taken care of the hole in your shoulder this morning, I can take good care of the other one too. As for your mother, she truly knows where my heart is, so I doubt that she’ll trip. And even if she does, I’m a grown man and I can handle myself. So just think about what I said, and hit me up whenever you feel ready. I’m game when you are. Bet?”
I opened my mouth, but Honey covered it with his. He sucked my lips, but when his tongue went further into my mouth, I backed away. He licked his lips and hit me with a crooked smile. “Sweet,” he said. “So, very, sweet.”
Honey got off the bed and left the room, leaving me speechless. I couldn’t help but to think about his proposal, but a few other things shook up my mind. For one, I was hungry as fuck. Trice had finally come into the room with a tray that had fruit, a Belgian waffle, orange juice, and some bacon. I could probably get used to this, but then again, I know I needed to hurry up and get the fuck out of there.
“Would you like for me to cut up your waffle for you?” Trice asked.
“If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.”
She cut up my waffle and poured syrup on top of it.
“You know, you shouldn’t have removed those IVs from your arm. They help you get well, you know? I’m going to have the nurse come back in to put them back in.”
“No, you won’t. I don’t want them back in, so please don’t send her in here again to stick me. I would appreciate that very much.”
Trice didn’t say anything, and all she did was slowly nod her head. I couldn’t wait to tear into the food, but I waited until she’d left the room. As soon as she closed the door, I got busy and gobbled up the food like I hadn’t eaten in days. I then thought about Honey watching me, so I picked up the remote and turned it to channel three.
“Damn, slow down,” he said. “You gon’ choke yourself.”
I looked around the room, even up at the ceiling to see if I could find the camera.
“Don’t waste your time,” Honey said. “You’ll never find it.”
“Okay, but why are you watchin’ me. Can’t I have some kind of privacy while I’m here?”
“No, you can’t. I was told to keep my eyes on you, so that’s what I’m doing.”
“So, in other words, I’m your prisoner. Is that what you’re sayin’?”
“Nope. Not at all. You are free to walk out of that front door, anytime you’re ready to. I suspect that will be soon, because you’re starting to look better already.”
“The pain medicine really helped, and I’m gon’ need a few more of those before you get too busy. I’m also gon’ need some more syrup, so when you get around to it, why don’t you bring me some?”
“I’ll have Trice bring it to you, but since you’re making all of these requests, I have a few requests too.”
I sipped from the orange juice and bit a piece of bacon before responding. “I kind of know what your requests revolve around, but I told you that ain’t happenin’. If it’s somethin’ other than that, tell me.”
“It is something other than that, so this should be easy. I want to see how you get down for the niggas who be watching you on the screen. Pretend that I’ve paid for your services and show me how you do it.”
“Nigga, are you crazy? You don’t have enough money to pay this money-makin’ mama right here, and I work for no one for free.”
“Free? I’ve been catering to you all morning, and I’ve had my girls take good care of you. Ain’t that payment enough?”
“No, it’s not. But if you want me to show you somethin’, I’ll be happy to show you the bullet hole—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . whatever. I already saw it, and you act like I shot you with my Glock 9. I only hit you up with a .22 Smith & Wesson, and like I said, had you not been so clumsy, you wouldn’t even be in this predicament.” He moved closer to the screen and laughed. “How’s your head doing? It looks like the swelling has gone down a little.”
My mouth dropped open from his insults. I didn’t see this shit as funny, so I clicked off the TV and continued to eat my food. A few minutes later, Trice came in with the syrup. And after that, the nurse came back into the room, trying to explain why she wanted me to have the IVs back in my arm. I wasn’t completely sold on it, but anything to help me get better.
For the next two days, I worked my way back to better health. The pain pills are what helped me, and so did all of the catering that the nurse, Trice, and Honey had done. I was nowhere near one hundred yet, but was feeling better. Maybe because Mama had done what she said she was going to do, and that was have all of my clothes delivered to Honey’s place. She didn’t lie about that, and Trice and Honey took their time bringing all of my things to the room.
“So, where do you go from here?” Honey said, standing near the doorway with his hands in his pockets. “I know you’re not going to stay, and since you’re feeling better, I guess it’s just a matter of time, right?”
“You’re right. I’ve been thinkin’ a lot these past few days, and I really and truly think it’s best that I move on. Kind of start over and do my own thing. You have my word that I won’t say anything else about what you told me, and I’m gon’ do my best to forget about our little incident, too.”
“So that means that you forgive me for shooting you, right?”
“What it means is that you should regret doin’ what you did to me. I asked you before and you said no. Do you still feel that way?”
Honey didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely not. I don’t regret it, Karrine, because had you walked out of here, and we hadn’t had this opportunity to talk, there ain’t no telling what you would have done. I had to protect myself, as well as . . . Mama.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed from his response. This was why I couldn’t even forgive Honey if I wanted to. Him having no regrets meant that he would happily do it again, and that didn’t sit right with me. I was trying not to feel bitter about this, but his words, and the fact that Mama didn’t seem to be the least bit concerned, pissed me off.
“I’m leavin’ tomorrow,” was all I said, then sat back on the bed.
“Thanks for letting me know. Tell me what time so I can call you a taxi to pick you up.”
“Taxi? My car is still outside, ain’t it?”
“Per the request of your mother, she said that that car was hers. Said it was purchased with her money, not yours, and that you now have enough money to buy your own car. You may want to search the Internet for a new car. Shall I bring you a laptop?”
Honey seemed like he thought the shit was funny, but I didn’t. If that was how it was going down, cool. I’d buy me a fucking new car and these motherfuckers around here could kiss my ass.
“To hell with a laptop. Just bring me a phone so I can call my sisters. Better yet, where is my cell phone at?”
“Sorry. That’s been held up too. Since your mother pays the cell phone bills, she wanted me to make sure I kept your phone. You have plenty of money to get you a new one.”
I glared at Honey with an evil stare. “Get the hell out of here, please. And if you talk to your mother, be sure to tell her I said she can kiss my big ole juicy ass.”
“No problem. I’ll tell her.”
Honey got ready to close the door and I yelled out after him. “I’m sure you will, bastard! You tell her everything else!”
He kept it moving and didn’t say nothing else. Minutes later, Trice brought me a cordless phone, and I called Chyna first. I got no answer, so I called Simone. Thankfully, she answered. It felt good to hear her voice, so I had a big Kool-Aid smile on my face.
“What’s been up, chica?” I asked with excitement.
“Nothing much, girl.” Her voice sounded flat.
“If it ain’t nothin’, why you soundin’ like that?”
“Because, Karrine, there is so much goin’ on right now. Mama around here all upset about you and her not gettin’ along, and then she talkin’ about your leavin’ us. All of your stuff is gone and you haven’t called us to say one word. Then, what’s up between you and Honey? Chyna told me some stuff that I’m findin’ very hard to believe.”
“First off, I don’t want to discuss Mama because she is wrong on so many different levels. I know how you and Chyna feel about her, but I feel a different way. Please respect that, all right? Secondly, I was wrong for not callin’ y’all, but I’ve been down for several days because your mother told your brother to kill me. He shot me while I was tryin’ to get the fuck out of here, and to make a very long story short, it is a must that I get away. I can’t do this anymore, Simone. I love y’all and everything, but this situation with Mama and Honey is too much for me. She’s not tellin’ y’all everything, and I don’t feel as if I should have to be the one to share what is really goin’ on with her. That’s your mother, and it’s her job to tell y’all what’s up. As far as me and Honey goes, yes, I was fuckin’ him, but damn sure not anymore. That’s a long story too, but I don’t want to talk about all of that right now. I just want to say that I’m leavin’ tomorrow and I don’t have a clear destination yet. I promise to call, though, and let you and Chyna know what’s up with me. But y’all have to promise not to tell Mama where I’ll be. Please understand that I just don’t want her in my business.”
Simone was quiet for a few minutes, but then she spoke up. “You know I’m goin’ to miss you, and please don’t ask me to understand anything, because I don’t. Especially when I don’t have all of the facts, but if you want to move on to bigger and better things, who am I to stop you? I love you no matter what, and don’t you ever forget that, all right?”
“I love you, too. Always. Now, where is Chyna at? I called her, but she didn’t answer her phone.”
“She’s in the shower. I’ll tell her to call you back when she gets out.”
“No, tell her I’ll call her. I no longer have my cell phone, so I’ll have to call her back. Other than that, what else has been up with you? How’s business?”
“Business is good, but I do have myself a little problem. I’m just not sure how to handle it right now and I’m startin’ to get a little worried.”
“What’s up? Tell me.”
“Well, I kind of did somethin’ that I wasn’t supposed to do a while back, and I met with this nigga I was hookin’ up with through the video thing online. You know what we did to Honey, I kind of did that to him and he’s been sendin’ me threatenin’ messages and shit. I think it’s him stalkin’ me, but I’m worried, because he now knows my real name, he knows where we live, and he knows about y’all too. I was goin’ to say somethin’ to Mama, but she’s been so on edge lately that I’m afraid she will blow the fuck up. She may also shut this video porn shit down and stop me and Chyna from makin’ paper. I would hate for her to do that, and I can’t figure out if this nigga just fuckin’ with me or if his ass is for real.”
My heart had started to beat faster. “Simone, how long has that shit been goin’ on?”
“For about a week and a half now. He’s been sendin’ me more and more messages, sayin’ that today is the day I will die. That’s why I haven’t been nowhere. I’m kind of scared to leave the house, but I don’t like the fact that this nigga got me livin’ in fear.”
“Simone, please do me a favor and tell Chyna about this. If you don’t want to tell Mama, fine. But you should have said somethin’ when that shit started, especially if he has our real information. Do you know his full name?”
“I still got his driver’s license and I do know where he lives. But the problem is that I can’t really say that it’s him. I don’t want to do nothin’ until I know for sure who’s fuckin’ with me.”
“I feel you, but give me that nigga’s name, his address, and any other information you have on him. Whatever you do, don’t leave the house, and please tell Chyna what’s been goin’ on. I’ma see what I can do on my end, and I’ll let you know what I find out in a day or two. Hang tight and do not let no motherfucker scare you like that, all right?”
“I’m tryin’ not to, but it is what it is.”
Simone and I talked for a few more minutes, and even though I didn’t let her know how I felt deep inside, I was worried too. When we got off the phone, I spent the next few hours, trying to find out how I could help Simone with this situation. I wanted to get the fuck out of here and run, but I couldn’t run under these conditions.
Around 9:00 p.m., I was done packing most of my things to go. My shoulder was feeling a little achy, and I had a slight headache from my conversation with Simone. I stripped naked and then moved one of the chairs right in front of the screen. I turned the channel to number three and could see Honey sitting at his desk with his head lowered. The rap music in the background was pretty loud, and he was bobbing his head while writing something down on paper.
At first, I whispered his name and he didn’t look up. My voice got louder and that was when his head snapped up and his eyes widened when he saw me sitting naked through the screen. I sat up straight and crossed one of my legs over the other.
“What’cha doin’?” I asked.
“Truthfully,” he said.
“Yep. Truthfully.”
“Trying to figure out who the fuck owe me money and how much. I got three niggas who done came up short, and I want to make sure it’s not my error before I start making some calls and showing my ass.”
“Thanks for bein’ honest, but that sounds so borin’. I thought you may have a little time to play, but if you don’t, I understand.”
Honey laid his pen on the desk and placed his index finger along the side of his face. “I always have time to play,” he said. “Besides, I could use a break.”
“Good. Me too.”
I uncrossed my legs and spread them wide on the arms of the chair. I then slid three fingers into my mouth and sucked them as if they were a fat dick. When I pulled my fingers out, I moved my index finger in a come here motion, meaning for Honey to come to my pussy, right along with my fingers. I used one finger to twirl around my clit, trying to stir my juices so he could see them. He didn’t see anything until I slipped several fingers into my hairless slit and grinded my pussy while rotating my fingers inside of me. A light glaze had started to build, and I could feel the liquids slowly dripping through the crack of my ass.
“Can you see it?” I asked Honey. “It’s this wet because I can’t stop thinkin’ about fuckin’ you. How long are you goin’ to make me pretend that these fingers inside of me are your dick? I love pretendin’, but damn, Honey.
Help a sista out, would you?”
Honey attentively stared at me through the screen. He then removed his finger from the side of his face and folded his arms in front of him. I sucked in my bottom lip and picked up the speed of my rotating fingers that I started to jab quickly into my pussy, moaning while doing it. The speedy thrusts made me grind harder. The harder I grinded the more excited I became. My pussy was about to spit hella cum, and if anybody knew how to hit my hot spots, it was me. I kept my eyes on it, watching my cherry grow harder as I turned it with my thumb and seeing more glaze appear on my fingers.
“I . . . I wish you were here to suck this shit that’s about to rain from my pussy. I prefer that it rains on your head, but you can’t get to me fast enough, so I’ma have to let my pussy juices go to waste.”
I looked at the screen and Honey was gone. A few minutes later, he came busting through the door and dropped right down in front of me. His arms locked around my legs to secure them and he dove in, eating the shit out of me like I was his first meal of the week.
His fierce tongue was so deep inside that I could no longer hang on. I lifted my ass from the chair and Honey rushed to throw my legs over his shoulders. I screamed out, wanting to cry so badly because his pussy sucking skills were on point.
“Fuuuuuuck! Baaaby, daaaaamn!” I cried out, unable to catch my breath. “Do . . . do this puuuusy gooooood and don’t stoooop!”
Honey did my pussy major justice. I hated it, too, but he just didn’t know how much I needed that right now. I sprayed his lips with more juice than he probably anticipated, but he damn sure wasn’t complaining. After I came, he jumped to his feet and snatched off his jeans and boxers. He pulled me up from the chair and didn’t seem to care that my shoulder was still a bit tender. I wanted to complain about his aggressiveness but didn’t dare. He pushed me back on the bed, causing it to squeak as he laid on top of me and hooked my legs around his back. When I looked into his eyes, he blinked and lowered his head to my breasts to suck them. His dick was poking right at my slit, ready to break it wide open. I squirmed from the way the tip of his tongue toyed with my nipple, and I lifted his head to stop him. I wanted to know what was on his mind, but before I could say anything he licked his lips and spoke up.
