by Nikki Turner
“Can I ask you something?” I said to Dee. “What's your real name?”
“Dick, I told you,” he said seriously.
“Is that short for Richard or something?”
“Naw, baby,” he said, looking down at his manhood. “Ain't nothing short about it. It's just plain old Dick.”
“Stop joking,” I said, play punching him. “I know your momma didn't name you no Dick.”
“I'm telling you, for real though, my name is Dick.” He smiled and then chuckled a little bit. “That's how wild my momma was. After she pushed me out and the nurse handed me to her, she looked at my dick and, after having four more boys ahead of me, she knew that I had the biggest dick she ever saw a baby have and she named me Dick.”
I laughed at him, but he was serious as a heart attack.
“Why your people name you Angel?” he asked.
I stopped laughing and answered him. “My daddy said that my mother was so evil when she was pregnant that he thought she had been possessed by the devil, that she was probably having Rose-mary's baby. But when I was born and they laid their eyes on me, they knew I was far from a little devil and that God had definitely given them one of his angels. So they named me Angel.”
“Well,” Dee said, “after seeing yo ass in action today, I think yo peoples had it right the first time. A devil in disguise.”
I laughed at his little joke, then added to it. “Or perhaps what you saw was just the devil in me that had been longing to get out.”
“I guess I can bring out the devil in a girl,” Dee said, winking. You could have cut the sexual tension between us with a knife.
“Come 'ere,” he said, nodding his head and licking his lips.
As if I was a genie in a bottle and his every wish was my command, I got up from the bed and walked over to him. He patted his lap with his hand, instructing me to sit down. I sat down on his lap like I was a child climbing up onto Santa's lap to tell him everything I wanted.
Dee scooted me over so that my ass was positioned right on his cock. I could feel his hands running up and down my back. Chills covered my body. His touch was so strong and sensual. Brandon had never touched me like that. I don't know, maybe he had, but his touches never made me feel like this.
Dee gripped one of my hips with each hand and started grinding on my ass. I could feel him growing even harder. I thought his dick was going to burst right out of his boxers and up inside of me. He pulled me against him as he grinded me harder and harder. It felt so fucking good. Before I knew it, I was grinding him back. It was as if the shit had been choreographed by Fatima. We were so in sync.
Before I knew it, Dee had stood me up and walked me over to the bed, kissing my neck and caressing my breasts as he walked behind me.
“Take this off,” he whispered in my ear, referring to the camisole. “As a matter of fact, let me take that shit off.”
The next thing I knew, my $65 Victoria's Secret catalog special camisole was being ripped off of me. I could hear it ripping at the seams as Dee snatched it off of me. Before I could even react, he pushed me down onto the bed. There I was, lying there on my stomach. I attempted to look back at him, but he pushed my head down and started running his fingers through my hair with one hand as he pulled his dick out of his boxers and positioned the tip inside me with the other.
“Dee,” I moaned.
“Hush, baby,” he said, then in one huge stroke he was inside of me.
I went to scream but he had rammed his tongue into my mouth before a sound could come out. The pain hurt so good as he fucked me wild. He was grinding, swirling, fucking me in and out, and all at once it seemed. I could hear my wetness as he dipped in my juices.
“Oh, baby. You got the bomb-ass pussy,” he crooned in my ear as he pumped me.
That buck-wild shit right there turned me on. That's right. Those words sent me into a trance, doing tricks like I was mother-fucking David Copperfield. Before I knew it, I was throwing that ass back at him. My back was arched like a kitty cat as I tooted my ass in the air for him to hit harder.
“Fuck me harder, daddy dearest,” I whined like a little girl.
“Oh, shit,” he said. “I like a bitch that ain't scared of the dick,” he said, as he got up on his hands, extending his arms, and watched me fuck his dick.
I had never worked it like that in my life. I felt like a porn star and I was loving every minute of it. I wanted to do whatever I needed to please him. That's the toll some good dick can put on you. Good dick will have you so caught up in the moment, the next day when you reminisce, you be wondering, “What the fuck was I thinking?”
“Fuck me back,” I said to him as he obeyed. “Fuck me hard, daddy. Fuck me like you paying for this,” and believe you me he did, just like Long Don Juan. And Dee's momma wasn't lying, she knew just what she was talking about when she named his ass.
“Fuck me,” I kept repeating. “Fuck me, daddy.”
I always wanted to say that, but Brandon wasn't the type of man a girl could say that type of thing to. Brandon was a romantic. He preferred I say something like “make love to me.” But fuck all that. This right here was some thug passion. There were no rules, and more important, no preferences. It was just straight-out Erotic City.
I was taking Dee's dick better than any of his skeezers could have. Dee was so huge. I swear on everything I love that I never had anything so big up inside me and I was taking it like a seasoned vet, Vanessa Del Rio, Janet Jackme, or Jenna Jameson ain't have shit on me. Dee flipped me onto my back and ran all up inside me.
“Auull. Ouch! That hurts,” I said with no shame in my game as he continued. I guess him knowing that he was puttin’ a hurtin’ on me only intensified his thrust.
“This is my pussy,” he bragged, looking me in my eyes as he said it with authority.
I wasn't about to let him think that I couldn't handle what he was dishing out. I grabbed his ass and wrapped my legs around his back. I opened myself up to him and let myself go.
“Goddamn,” he moaned. “Goddamn,” he repeated as saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. That's when I knew I had his ass. He was about to come and so was I.
“Fuck me, nigga,” I added, just to see how it would sound. Brandon would die if I ever called him a nigga. But this wasn't Brandon, the soft, sweet gentleman. This was a muh-fuckin’ ruffneck. Now I knew what the fuck MC Lyte was talkin’ about. And she ain't never lied. That's why I love her to this very day because she kept it real. She tried to warn us, but we thought she was just singing a song. I was getting hooked, this dick was like a drug. I knew I was going to need this morning, noon, and night.
Right as I was about to explode there was a knock on the door.
“Security,” someone yelled through the door. “Open up.”
Before we could do anything, they were putting the key in the door, turning the knob to enter the room.
I didn't give the embarrassment time to set in before I just hopped up and started yelling, “Rape! Help! Rape!”
“What da fuck,” Dee screamed, looking at me in shock.
“Rape,” I frantically repeated.
I could see the rage in Dee's eyes as he punched me in the face. “Bitch, you lying. Is you fucking crazy?” I'll never forget the look of complete disbelief that was on his face.
I pulled away from him and began scrambling all over the room for my clothes.
Security approached Dee as he was grabbing his pants and shoes. Dee punched the security guard with a mean-ass right and damn near sent him to his knees. Before the toy cop could recoup, Dee was gone like Flash Gordon.
I snatched my clothes and purse and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I began to cry at the top of my lungs. Security didn't know if he should try to console me or go after Dee. Honestly, I don't think he really wanted any more parts of Dee, so he chose me. He stood at the door knocking, trying to get me to open it, but I put on the best award-winning performance ever. I cried like a baby— that is, until t
he paramedics got there. They finally got me to open the door. They took me to the hospital to get checked out. A rape counselor came in and tried to comfort me before the doctor would come in to examine me. I stared off into space with tears rolling down my eyes. I tell you, watching those Lifetime movies really paid off. I had them all fooled. I gave them a fake name and as soon as the counselor left, I grabbed my Chanel bag and slipped out of the hospital like a thief in the night.
I hopped in a cab outside the Medical College of Virginia and went home to my Tobacco Row downtown studio apartment that overlooked the James River. When the taxi pulled up, I was relieved to see that Brandon's car wasn't there. Since he has a key to my place, he comes and goes as he pleases. With one fuckin’ thing after another, I still hadn't decided what lie to work up to him about my evening whereabouts.
I changed my clothes to another outfit that I had bought when I went to the mall. It was a one-piece, form-fitting, tight-ass Roca-wear denim pants hookup. I grabbed my purse and the keys to my car and was out the door. I drove with one thing on my mind, Dee and that good-ass dick. Okay, so it was two things. I drove past all the places that he had taken me to earlier. Until that minute, I had never appreciated those camping trips that my daddy had taken me on. Those trips gave me a great sense of direction, but in the hood, everything looks alike.
Any other time, rollin’ through the hood, I would have looked like a fish trying to survive on land. But I learned quickly. My day's schooling was like a person getting a GED in a matter of months versus the rest of us who had to spend four exasperating years in high school. Well, compliments of Dee's homeschooling, I had gotten my SWU degree (Sidewalk University), which is equivalent to a GED in the hood. The famous slogan was up and down the sidewalks: If you don't learn it in the streets, you don't learn it nowhere!
I didn't see Dee or his truck anywhere in sight, but just when I was about ready to give up I spotted the Porsche truck parked in the alley. You would have thought I'd been a little kid outside of a candy shop the way I smiled. I literally wanted to do cartwheels, but I didn't. I was at the point of no return as I rode up on a zombie-looking dude like I was the police about to lock him up. I rolled down the window and asked the zombie, “You know where Dee at?”
“Er'body over in Tabby's house gambling,” he said, then looked at me like I was suppose to give him something.
“Can you go get him for me?” I asked, trying my hand. I didn't know who no damn Tabby was and I wasn't trying to show up on her doorstep unannounced. I don't play that and I know a hood chick wouldn't either.
“You know fair exchange ain't never been robbery,” he said.
“Pardon me?” I said, confused.
“You know, a tit for a tat,” he said, holding his hand out.
Just then, everything sank in. “Oh,” I replied. “You right. So what you need?” I asked, not really caring because I needed him to get Dee for me.
“I'm out here sick as a muh-fucka and I need to get my shot. I need twenty dollars at least to shake this sickness.”
“A'ight, no problem. Well, let's make the exchange then. Just make sure you handle your B-I,” I said, using the word like I had been saying it all my life.
“A'ight, give me the twenty dollars, den.”
I laughed because I had seen this same shit on The Wire, I think, or one of them shows, where the clown ran off with the money. All I know is that I needed Dee and he was my only lead. By no means could I let him get out of sight with my $20 and I don't see him no more.
“Look, here go five dollars, hurry up and get Dee. Tell him that it's his cousin that wants him. And soon as you come back, I am going to give you the rest.”
He agreed, taking the $5. I watched him like a hawk as he went into a building. He was only in there a minute or so before he came right back out to my car.
“He said he coming,” he yelled to me, walking toward my car.
“Pull over, cut yo lights off and he coming.” He motioned to me with his hands.
I wanted to see Dee coming for myself before I handed over any more money to the guy. A few seconds later Dee came out of the same building that the guy had just exited. Once I saw him, I gave the zombie the $15 that I promised, and he was off to get his shot on.
When Dee got up on my car, he saw that it was me. I didn't know what he was going to say or do to me. I just braced myself.
“Bitch, you got some muh-fuckin’ nerve,” he said between gritted teeth. “What da fuck you doing round here wit’ yo police ass. Get da fuck from around me before I beat da shit out of you.” He raised his hand at me and was looking like he was about to turn into the Incredible Hulk.
“Baby, I came around here to bring you what's yours,” I said, reaching into my purse and pulling out his baggie and gun. The most puzzled look came over his face, like he was trying his damnedest to figure me out. Then he slid into the passenger side of my car, still watching me suspiciously.
“I apologize for screaming rape but I needed to create a distraction and it was the only thing I could think of,” I continued.
“A distraction?” he asked.
“Yes, you needed to get up out of there,” I pleaded my case. “I did what any bottom bitch would have done. Even if they caught you, a rape charge wouldn't have been nothing for you to beat if I wasn't around. What's a rape charge with no witness? I had to come up with a way for you to get up out of there so I could get my pocketbook into the bathroom with the drugs and gun.”
He thought for a minute and smiled as he digested what I said.
“You know the bottom bitch is down for whatever when it comes to her man. So, that's why I screamed rape. It was to save your ass, not to have a toy cop aid in locking you up. You know I couldn't let you go out like that. I wasn't going to let you go out when that cop pulled you over, was I?” I asked in a firm tone. “Was I?”
Dee sat there and thought for a minute. “Damn,” he said, sighing and shaking his head. “I'ma keep it real wit’ choo. I figured you was like, ‘I just met this nigga, he was all fun and games, but now that da shit is grimy, I'ma turn on his ass.’ ” He paused. “Baby, you know you's mines for real. I fucks with you sho nuff.”
A huge grin covered my face.
He had a sudden thought. “But what if they go back to the hotel room and try to get some DNA or forensic shit or something?”
I giggled. “Nigga, please. You been watching too much crime TV. It ain't like you Kobe Bryant and I'm some little white chick from Colorado.”
He laughed and shook his head at me. “Let's get out of here,” he said. “I'ma get my truck. Follow me.”
“Where we going?” I asked.
“Not to no hotel, that's for sure. Let's go to my house where the phone is on.”
He smiled and kissed me on the cheek as I headed to his place.
FOUR
Fuck da Police
ONCE DEE and I got to his place, we didn't even say two words. We just screwed. From the minute we walked through the door, he was all over me. I couldn't even tell you what his living room looked like because we headed straight for the bedroom. It was even more over the edge and exciting than in the hotel room. This time we got to come and come and come some more. I was flushed with the orgasm of my life. I thought his king-size mattress set was a waterbed for a minute there the way I was swimming in juices. Before we knew it, time got away from us, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next time I opened my eyes, the sun was just coming up.
“Damn,” I said, looking over at the clock on his night table. It was seven in the morning, and I was due at the courthouse by nine A.M. It was a hot case and I knew I could get top dollar for articles trailing it. I had to get my ass up and go, but then I looked over and saw him lying there next to me.
I smiled as I sat there, watching his chest go up and down with every breath. I couldn't resist leaning over to kiss him, morning breath and all. Like a sleeping beauty he woke up with my kiss.
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nbsp; “What up, girl?” he said, stretching and yawning.
“Nothing, just sitting here, looking at you, wishing I didn't have to go to work today so I could spend it with you.”
“No work today,” he said.
“But I have to go,” I pouted as I got up out of the bed. “A big trial starts today and I know I'll get paid top dollar for any articles I write on it. After all, I am the Ms. Angel Delaney.” I mocked the police officer.
Dee got up out of bed and went over and picked up his pants. He dug inside of them and pulled a roll of cash out of each pocket. He peeled off a few bills from one of them and placed them in his jeans. Then he proceeded to peel off each bill one by one, throwing them onto the bed.
“Whatever the most they pay you for those stories, I'll triple that shit,” he said with a thuglike cockiness.
I walked over to the bed and began to play with the money, all $100 bills. Needless to say, we lay in the bed all morning long, making passionate love—I mean fucking. I had never fucked on top of money before. I was in complete sextasy.
He told me that lying in the bed all day was something he never did. I started to analyze his comment. Funny, how dudes who hustle, chase the dollars day in and day out. They put in more work than the Donald Trumps and Bill Gateses of the world.
I whipped up something to eat with what I could find in his bachelor kitchen. After eating we fell asleep again in each other's arms. Evening came. I probably could have slept forever if Dee hadn't woken me up with his movement. He was back on the phone checking the messages on his cell phone that he had lost at the carnival.
“Damn, I missed so much fucking money!” he exclaimed.
“I'm sorry,” I said.
“Oh, no, baby, not because of you,” he lied, not wanting to make me feel bad. He knew good and well that laying up with me was the reason he wasn't out making drug transactions.
