Money-Makin' Mamas 2

by Silk Smooth

  The first thing he did was take a shower, and then he had the nerve to turn to me, asking where his breakfast was. I wanted to tell him to go back to that bitch who had him smelling like hot pussy. But I kept my mouth shut. He already knew I was headed to Cali to get Shania, and all he said when I left was that he’d see me when I got back. After that, he laid on the couch and took his ass to sleep.

  I jetted, and several hours later, I was at Mama’s house, holding my pretty girl in my arms. Mama was in the kitchen frying some chicken, and her friend, Trice, sat across from me at the table polishing her nails. Mama was trying to talk me into letting Shania stay, but I wasn’t down with it.

  “She’s been over here for almost two weeks straight, Mama. If I let her keep stayin’ here like this, she gon’ think you her Mama, instead of me.”

  “And what’s wrong with that? Trice, do you see anything wrong with that?”

  “No, I don’t. Besides, you’re a good mother.”

  “Damn good mother,” Mama added.

  “I didn’t say you weren’t,” I said. “What I’m sayin’ is, you already have your three, lovely daughters. Allow me to have mine.”

  Mama rolled her eyes and placed several pieces of chicken on her plate. She brought the plate over to the table and reached for Shania, who had her arms out to her.

  “That’s a shame,” I said, handing Shania over to Mama. “Go ahead and enjoy these last few hours with her,” I teased. “We ain’t comin’ back for one whole month.”

  “Girl, if you pull that shit on me, I will come to Chicago and raise hell. But I know I don’t have to worry about that, because Honey will bring my baby to me anytime I want to see her.”

  “Yeah, and Honey will fuck around and get his feelings hurt, too. Seriously.”

  Trice laughed, showing her stained teeth. She had been Mama’s friend for many years, and Mama trusted her a lot. Not more than she trusted Honey, though.

  “Sounds like trouble in paradise. Is there?” Trice asked.

  I started to tell Mama and Trice about all the mess Honey had been doing. Both of them shook their heads, and Mama looked pissed. She kept rolling her eyes and releasing deep breaths.

  “Yep, that sounds like Honey,” Trice said. “But the two of you make a great couple. Y’all will work it out.”

  “Don’t feed her that bullshit, Trice,” Mama said. “Honey is a dog-ass muthafucka who Karrine needs to get the fuck away from. I told you before that nigga wasn’t no good, but you keep on chasing after that dick, so you deserve everything you got coming. I know that’s not what you want to hear, Karrine, but I’m just keeping it real with you.”

  “This ain’t about no dick, Mama. The reason that I stay with Honey is strictly out of love.”

  Mama threw her hand back at me. “Girl, tell that bullshit to somebody else. I’ve seen his dick and I witnessed with my own eyes what that shit can do to a woman’s pussy. If he makes you have more than two orgasms during a thirty minute sex session, you fucked.”

  Mama and Trice laughed and high-fived each other. I didn’t see much of anything funny.

  “Whatever, Mama. You say it’s a dick thing, but I say it’s a love thing. I may be losin’ control over what’s been goin’ on in our relationship, and if you want to offer me some advice, tell me what I need to do to get him to start seein’ things my way and to stop believin’ the grass is greener on the other side.”

  “That nigga don’t care if the grass on the other side is green, blue, purple or pink. He still gon’ stick his dick into it, and that is something that you will have to face. You won’t be able to tame Honey, because that nigga loves pussy, and one little ole tight pussy won’t do. Either you can accept that shit or move on. Second, stop playing by his rules and get yo’ ass out of the house. Have some fun. Air your pussy out and free it from one damn dick. What I know about Honey is this. He don’t want no weak bitch sitting at home all day, griping, crying, and waiting on him to come home and fuck her. He wants a woman who will challenge him. You know . . . do shit that will surprise the fuck out of him and stop being so basic. Right now, he knows you’re down with him, no matter what. Sometimes, niggas tend to take advantage of that shit, but wake his ass up. I surely thought I had taught you better that this, Karrine, and you had better get with the program before it’s too late. If not, you gon’ find yourself hating the very nigga you say you love and pumping bullets into his head. Whatever you do, don’t let history repeat itself. I hope you remember what happened between me and Ray.”

  I heard Mama loud and clear. Everything she had said was so right. I had to do something different, because the way I was handling things right now wasn’t working out.

  Since Mama wanted me to “find myself,” she suggested that I chill with her for the week. After that, she talked me into letting Shania stay with her until I worked out my issues with Honey. Throughout the week, Honey had been calling, trying to find out when I would be coming home. It sounded as if he’d been missing me, and by Friday, he surprised me when he showed up at Mama’s house.

  We were chilling by the poolside, and Mama got in his shit about what I had told her. His face was twisted from listening to her harsh words, and he couldn’t stop staring at me with an evil eye.

  “This is why I didn’t want the two of y’all involved with each other,” Mama griped. “Y’all gon’ get me caught in the middle of this shit, and I’ma have to put my foot in somebody’s ass. Probably yours, Honey, because if you don’t want to do her right then don’t go setting up house. Free Karrine and let her go about her own damn business.”

  “No can do,” Honey said, placing his hands behind his head while relaxing on the lounging chair. I sat between his legs with my yellow bikini on. Trice and Shania were in the pool, and I kept watching them while tuned into the conversation between Mama and Honey.

  “You’re asking me to free somebody who I love, and I’m not going to do that,” Honey said. “Besides, Karrine already knows what’s up. We good for each other, and she knows that just as much as I do.”

  I turned my head to look at him. “No, I really don’t know what’s up. And if or whenever I want you to free me, you will.”

  I stood up and pulled my bikini bottoms out of my ass that had swallowed it. I went inside to use the bathroom, and as soon as I came out, Honey was waiting for me.

  “Why you tell yo’ crazy-ass Mama about our relationship? You know she gon’ be getting in yo’ head and talking that dumb shit. The last thing we need right now is for her to be involved in our personal lives.”

  I folded my arms and looked up at him. “I can talk to Mama about anything that I wish to. If you don’t like it, then stop actin’ like a stupid-ass nigga and man yo’ ass up.”

  I tried to walk away, but Honey pushed me into the bathroom and shut the door. He turned out the lights, putting us into pure darkness. I felt his hands touch my bikini bottoms, and when he attempted to pull them down, I put my hand over his to stop him.

  “Tell me this,” he said, moving closer to me. “Is it really that bad being with me? Am I truly making yo’ life that miserable?”

  “Yes,” I said being honest. “I don’t like where you’re taking us, Honey, and you’ve been so disrespectful to me that I can’t stand it.”

  “If I say I’m sorry, you won’t believe me. What I’ll do is agree with you and see what I can do to make shit better.”

  Honey lowered my bikini bottoms to the floor and removed his swim trunks. He hiked my legs up around his waist and I straddled the front of him. I could feel his hardness resting between my slit, and after he maneuvered himself in the right position, he entered me. There I was again, under his spell and enjoying every stroke that he was giving me. Mama was so right about those orgasms, and within thirty minutes, I was already on number three. Honey held me against the door, knocking my fucking back out. The feel of his big dick turning circles in me made me holler. I hollered so loudly that when there was a knock at the door, Honey had to
place his hand over my mouth.

  “Who is it?” he asked.

  “Who in the fuck do you think it is?” Mama said. “And I know one thing. When this bathroom door opens, I betta not smell sex. Y’all need to do that shit on y’all time, not mine and definitely not in my house!”

  Honey paid Mama no mind. He started pumping faster, trying to make me cum again, and he wanted to bust a nut. Since there was nothing but silence, Mama hit the door again.

  “What?” Honey shouted.

  “Open this goddamn door. Now!”

  “Give me a minute,” he said. “Ju . . . just one more minute.”

  I wanted to bust out laughing. That was until I felt a loud pound on the door.

  “Is she kickin’ it,” I whispered to Honey.

  He didn’t respond. A few seconds later, the door sounded as if it cracked when Mama hit or kicked it again. I pushed Honey’s shoulder back and whispered for him to back away from me. “We can finish up later. She trippin’ too hard for me.”

  Honey pulled out of me and hurried to put on his swimming trunks. I barely got my bikini bottoms on before he opened the door to face Mama. She turned on the light and sniffed the air.

  “Get y’all trifling-asses out of my fucking house. Right now!”

  At first, me and Honey thought Mama was playing, but she was serious as hell. She straight-up sent us packing and told us not to come back until we learned how to show her some respect.

  Honey and I sat at the airport in disbelief, waiting for our plane to depart. When it did, we became members of the Mile High Club and got our fuck on, on the plane. By the time we got home, I was exhausted and so was Honey. I fell asleep in his arms, but was awakened by the numerous phone calls that he’d gotten. One call he stepped away to take. I could tell it was a bitch because of the sly smirk on his face. No doubt, this shit was working me.

  * * *

  The next day, I met Chyna at her job. She called to tell me that she had hooked up an interview for me with her boss, but when I got there, I was surprised to find out that her boss was more than a boss. He was her new man, and she couldn’t wait to introduce him to me.

  “Desmon, this is my sister, Karrine,” Chyna said as we went into his office. “My hope is that you’ll be able to find her a position within the company.”

  Desmon stood up to shake my hand. Chyna had done real good, and quite frankly, so had Simone. She was still dating one of her professors, and Desmon came off as an educated businessman who had his shit together. He was fine as ever, and the tailored suit he wore clung to his athletic frame perfectly. I was impressed, and I hoped that my constant stares didn’t make him or Chyna uncomfortable.

  “Have a seat,” he said. “I want to hear all about your experience—tell me why I should hire you for the customer service position?”

  Chyna excused herself from the room, leaving us alone. Unfortunately, the only customer service experience I had to offer him was what I had learned through video porn, but I couldn’t tell him about that. Since Honey had been providing for me, technically, I didn’t have shit to talk to Desmon about. What I did, though, was share the experience I had from doing volunteer work several years ago, and I’d also done some work for a non-profit organization. I couldn’t tell if Desmon was satisfied with my answers or not. All he did was jot down things on a piece of paper and nod his head.

  He reminded me so much of Idris Elba and seemed much older than Chyna. But as far as I saw it, she had hit the jackpot. I thought that way for a while, but then I got a glimpse of his ring. My eyes scanned his office, and that was when I noticed him in several pictures with another woman I assumed to be his wife.

  After twenty more minutes, the interview was over. Desmon told me that he would be in touch, and then he thanked me for coming. I thanked him too. Chyna was waiting for me in the lobby. She looked real nice in her navy blue suit and white shirt. I had never seen her look so classy, and she had a real glow about her.

  “So, how did it go?” she asked as we walked to the elevator together.

  “It went okay. I didn’t have much experience to share with him, and I started to tell his ass how much cash I made doin’ video porn.”

  Chyna laughed. “It wouldn’t have surprised him because I already told him what was up with that. No matter what, I do believe the job is yours if you want it. Did he say when he was goin’ to call you?”

  “He didn’t say. Just said he would be in touch. But on another note, I saw the ring on his finger. He’s fine as fuck, but please tell me that nigga ain’t married.”

  The elevator opened, and Chyna held the door open for me. “I’ll call you later to tell you all about that little problem.”

  “Uh, please do, because you know we don’t get down like that, right?”

  “Yeah, well, speak for yourself. I have my reasons.”

  I gave Chyna a quick hug and got on the elevator. I started thinking about her situation, as well as Simone’s. It seemed as if they’d made some real progress in their lives. But there I was, still playing the shoot-’em-up games and dealing with Honey’s bullshit. I hoped that Desmon called me. That would be the first step to reviving my life.

  After I left Chyna’s job, I didn’t want to go back home, so I headed to the gym. I hadn’t spoken to Simone in a few days, and since we missed our Applebee’s outing, I asked her to meet me at the gym so we could workout together. She said she would, and by the time I had gotten there, Simone beat me there.

  “Ugh, you make me so sick,” I said after seeing how spectacular she looked in her spandex.

  “Please,” she smiled then gave me a hug. “Look at you. I can’t even tell you had a baby, and look at you in those itty-bitty shorts. All I can say is, don’t bend over in here, okay?”

  “I’ll try not to.” I stepped on the elliptical machine next to the one Simone was on. “And as far as this figure goes, you can’t see the bulge in my belly right now. It’s there, and I really need to work it off.”

  “Well, do what you gotta do. Either way, you still look good.”

  It was good to hear those compliments. Not only from Simone, but we managed to turn a lot of heads as we worked out. We talked about everything from the professor to Honey. From school to Mama. When video porn became the subject, I couldn’t believe that Simone said she still indulged herself, especially after all that had happened.

  “Girl, that shit was easy money,” she said. “I’m just real careful this time around, and I play strictly by the book. No meetings, no more than thirty minutes at a time, and no late payments. Don’t be mad at me for still doin’ it, but I just can’t seem to work for less than fifteen dollars an hour. It’s hard out here, and a sista gotta do what she must do to get paid. I respect what Chyna is doin’, but she also got that rich motherfucker waitin’ on her hand and foot. You got Honey makin’ it rain money for you, so y’all all good.”

  “I wouldn’t say all that, and I’m not mad at you at all. Do you and do you well. I may have to make a move in that direction again, so please know that I’m not judgin’ you.”

  “Girl, please. Honey will kill yo’ ass if he ever saw you doin’ that shit again. He already told you he didn’t want you to do that, didn’t he?”

  “Well, what Honey wants he don’t always get. I—”

  I turned my head when this brotha came up to us, interrupting our conversation. “I was getting ready to check out of here,” he said to me. “But something wouldn’t let me leave without coming over here to say what’s up to you. I also wondered if I could get your phone number and holla at you later.”

  Had he been an ugly motherfucker, I would have kept it moving on the elliptical machine. Since he was sexy and fine as hell, had that dark chocolate, smooth skin like Honey, and his hair was flowing with deep waves, my exercising came to a halt. I searched into his light brown eyes and was almost hooked.

  “Before I give you my number, wouldn’t you like to know my name?” I asked.

  “Right,�
�� Simone said. “Especially since you’ve gotten to know her ass already.”

  I guess she noticed that he was looking at my ass, too.

  Taking no offense to what Simone said, he smiled and cleared his throat. “Your name would be nice, and just so you know, my name is Eric.”

  “Eric, I’m Karrine. Nice to meet you. When I toss out these digits to you, you’ll have to keep them in your head.”

  “I don’t have my phone to log the numbers in, so I guess I have to keep them in my head. Go ahead and give them to me.”

  I called off my phone number to Eric. After hollering at me and Simone for a few more minutes, he left. I turned to Simone and shrugged my shoulders.

  “Cute,” I said, sizing him up. “Very sexy, but not as tall and fine as my Honey.”

  Simone rolled her eyes. “Well, every nigga can’t look like Honey, but Eric wasn’t bad lookin’ at all. You need to see what’s up with that, and do you see what happens when you finally get out of the crib and start livin’ a little?”

  “Yeah, I do, but I swear you are startin’ to sound more and more like Chyna and Mama every day. That wouldn’t be because you bitches been talkin’ about me, would it?”

  Simone laughed. “Only just a little bit, but you know we all want what’s in yo’ best interest, so it’s all good.”

  I was sure it was, so I didn’t trip. We finished exercising and parted ways. On the way to my car, my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered anyway.

  “Karrine?” the person said.

  “Yes.”

  “This is Eric. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t play me and give me the wrong number.”

  I laughed. “Now, why would I do that? If I didn’t want you to have my number, I wouldn’t have given it to you.”

  “That’s good to know, but all women don’t think like you do. I’m just glad we can hook up, and now that I know we can, tell me what you got going on this evening.”

  “I must say that you really don’t waste much time, do you?”