“Chantel, when the fuck have I ever put you in an awkward situation? After finding out all of the shit that you told me, I not once judged you, and I’m damn sure not about to start judging you now! You think if I just thought of you as some hoe that I would allow you into my house and let you sleep here? Hell no! I don’t know how many fuckin’ times I got to tell you that I see something in your ass. Your past doesn’t fuckin’ define you because you have the ability to move on from that shit and make something out of yourself. This same energy you using right now to snap on me, use that energy in your damn writing, and I will support you one hundred percent,” I told her and she wiped her eyes and nodded her head.
“Go change, you ain’t got to go to the club tonight. I’ll just have one of the other girls cover for Tiana. When you done, meet me in the car,” I told her.
“Where are we going?” she asked me.
“You writing, but you don’t have a laptop. We finna go to Walmart and you can pick yourself out a laptop and it’s on me. I didn’t have somebody in my corner supporting my dreams back then, but I’m going to make sure I support the next person. That look you have right now in your eyes is a look of hunger and determination, and it matches the look I had a few years back. I’d be a fool to not support your dream. So, you want to write, you’ll write,” I told her.
“Thank you, Davion. This really means a lot to me,” she said, walking closer and wrapping her arms around me.
This had been the closet and most intense that we had ever been toward each other. Don’t get me wrong, the chemistry and the sexual attraction was there, we just had yet to act on it. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me, but me being a man, the shit that I had found out about her from Quan was pulling me back, but not anymore. The way he described her to me at the club, yeah all of that shit was probably true, but the woman standing here before me wasn’t the same woman. I could see that she had received her wakeup call and she was more than ready to get her life in order.
I pulled her even closer to me and rested my hands on her ass. We both brought our faces closer, meeting each other half way, and I let me lips rest on her soft, suckable ones. She had the sweetest damn kiss that I have ever had. At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to push her ass up against the wall and fuck the shit out of her. Instead, I pulled back and looked down at her.
“Go change, I’ll meet you in the car,” I told her and then slapped her on her ass as she disappeared up the stairs.
Chapter 7: Chantel
Materialistic Things Don’t Bring Happiness. I think that that was the title I wanted to go for with my new book. Crazy, because it took me damn near twenty-five years to figure that shit out. I feel like the type of behavior I had been showing for the past decade or so wasn’t shit that was taught to me, but it was shit that I learned. Back when I was in high school, I used to read a lot of Urban Fiction books and I craved the lifestyle that those women lived. In fact, I think I sort of envied them in a sense. When you think about it, in order for them to snag them up a boss ass nigga, all they had to have was some good pussy, a fat ass, and a pretty face. Clearly, I had all of the above, but the shit just wasn’t working out for me.
When I turned eighteen and graduated from high school, is when my life did this whole downward spiral. I mean, I was fuckin’ niggas just so I could cop a new purse or some shoes.
I grew up in a household with both parents and the shit that they wanted out of life for me, I just wasn’t feeling that shit. They wanted me to go to school so that I could become a doctor or some shit, but that just wasn’t for me. I wanted a life where all I had to do was sit on my ass and have a man to take care of me. My brother, Chris, and I were nothing alike because his ass actually liked school. When he graduated, he went to the army, and when I graduated, I went out and decided to be hot in the ass.
I had done some things in life that I’m not proud of, and that’s the reason I wanted to write this damn book. I wanted it to be an inspiration to all the young girls out there who believed that life was all about material things because I swear that shit didn’t bring happiness. In fact, it brought the possibility of standing in a room and realizing that everything you owned was bought because of you fucking or sucking another nigga to get it.
It took Quan standing in the club and talking to me like I wasn’t shit for me to open my eyes and take life seriously. I knew that if he thought of me the way he did, then damn near every nigga in Miami that I slept with probably thought of me the same way. I wanted better for myself, and I also wanted to get in touch with my parents again. It’s like as soon as I decided to leave the nest, all of the fucked up decisions that I began to make started happening. I wasn’t even afraid to go back down to Miami because I knew that if Quan wanted to kill me, he would have done it that night or had someone do it for him.
As far as Davion, this is the first time in my life that I have ever cared about a man because of the person that he was. I didn’t care about what he could give me or none of that shit. I was interested in him. He had proven to me that he cared about me too because I have yet to hear him judge me, even if he were secretly calling me a hoe in his head.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Come in” I said, placing the laptop on the side of the bed. I knew it was Davion coming in to check up on me.
“What’s up? You working tonight?” he asked as he came into the room and closed the door behind him.
This man was so fuckin’ fine, and I found it extremely hard every time I got around him to control myself. It’s like the inner hoe in me just wouldn’t relax.
“You want me to?” I asked him, sitting up in the bed.
“You don’t have to stay long. I’m going there to review some paperwork and it shouldn’t take longer than two hours. You can work those two hours, and afterwards we can go to dinner,” he said, walking over to me and taking a spot on the bed.
I crawled over and sat right next to him.
“You know the other bartenders don’t like me there, right? They say that I get all of the special attention from you,” I told him and he smirked.
“Don’t feed into that bullshit that you hear them talking about at the damn club. Matter of fact, tonight is your last night there. I want you home, focusing on getting this book done. I gave you the job because I didn’t want to see you here every day sitting on your ass and not doing shit,” he said.
I stood up from my spot on the bed and straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I wanted him to kiss me again like he had done last night.
“But is what they’re saying true? Are you giving me special attention?” I asked him, leaning my head in closely.
“What you think? Do you feel like you’re getting special treatment?”
It was something about the way he said it and the way his dick jumped from up under me.
“I don’t know, Davion. I mean, you’re doing everything right and you make me feel more than welcome in your home, but I want to feel you now,” I told him, reaching down and grabbing his dick.
He knew exactly what I wanted, so he pushed me off of him and stood up. “Take all of that shit off. Now!” he said.
I quickly removed the shorts and my tank top, along with my undergarments. I loved a nigga who knew how to take control in the bedroom. Once I was completely in my birthday suit, he stood there staring at my body in admiration. I lay down on my back and spread my legs wide open for him, silently thanking myself in my head for shaving earlier this morning.
“Play with yourself. I want to watch,” he said.
I raised up my fingers, spit on them and slowly reached my hands down and slid it across my bare pussy. I then slid two fingers inside of me and I instantly moaned. I had been going through so much shit these past few weeks that I hadn’t had a good nut in a long ass time. I continued to pleasure myself and he looked at me, giving me the most intense glare. Because I was so horny, I was able to ignore his facial expression, and continued to work my fingers in a
fast motion, eager to make myself cum.
“Put another finger in there,” he said, walking over to the bed and getting down on his knees.
I did like I was told and slid another finger in and threw my head back in pure ecstasy as I started cumming all on my fingers. All of a sudden, I felt his warm breath tickling my clit, and when I looked down, he was eating the fuck out of my pussy. I mean the shit was straight nasty. His beard was all in it, and he was making sure to lap up all of my juices. I don’t think another man has ever made my body feel so good.
“Mmmmmm…. That feeelllss so good… please don’t stop,” I cried out as I placed my hands on either side of his head and grinded my pussy into his mouth.
He held his tongue out and allowed me to ride it. I loved this because I was able to control my orgasm, but damn, my clit connecting with his tongue like that had me cumming again.
“Shittttt… I’m cumin againnnn,” I screamed as my body shook like I was being electrocuted or some shit.
I looked down at him in pure amazement. I wiped the sweat that had formed on my forehead and my top lip then I let my body come down from this high that he just put me on and allowed my racing heart get back to its normal pace.
He took off his shirt and wiped his face that was still covered in my juices, and pulled down his boxers and his gym shorts. I almost died from looking at the size of his dick. I mean, baby boy was packing down there. I’m talking width and length, ladies.
“This is the special attention right here,” he said, walking over to the bed with his third leg pointing right at me.
I slowly opened my legs back up for him and he climbed between them. He started kissing my neck and sucking on my titties, and immediately, my pussy was wet again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed myself to let the kiss that we were sharing take me away.
As we kissed, I felt him stick the head of his dick at my entrance and I instantly broke from the kiss because something told me that this was about to be a long ass ride. He slowly slid himself all the way inside me and both of us let out moans of satisfaction.
“Damn, girl, why you was holding out on a nigga with this good ass pussy?” he asked in my ear as I scratched at his back.
“Because, you were acting like you didn’t want it… fucckkk right thereee,” I moaned as he continued to work his pelvis, and the shit was feeling so damn good.
I normally liked to take control during sex, but my body was going to have to get used to his size first.
We continued to go at it for about another thirty minutes, and after we both came, we lay out on the bed exhausted. I had just came four times and Davion only got one off. This man had a whole lot of stamina. I thought I would never say this, but damn, I didn’t think that I was going to be able to keep up with his ass.
“Now you can let them bitches know that you’re getting special treatment. Get up and get ready so you can hit the club with me,” he said, about to get out of the bed, but I stopped him.
“Wait, so what does this mean for you and I? Was this just a one-time thing or what?” I asked because Lord knows that I wouldn’t be able to handle it if this was the only thing that he wanted from me.
“Baby girl, I just fucked you raw. This wasn’t a one-time thing. I plan on hitting this shit again and again, and I want shit between us to be official, so do you think you can handle that?” he asked me.
I beamed as I jumped up and sat on his stomach as he laid down on his back with his hands resting behind his head.
“I can handle it. I know I can,” I told him.
“I want you to know how serious this is, Chantel, because I won’t give you a second chance. Eventually, I want you to meet my son, and I’m not trying to have women in and out of his life, so let me know if you ready for what comes with being in this relationship,” he told me.
‘Baby, I’m more than ready, and it will mean so much to me if you let me meet your son,” I said and kissed him one final time.
“Okay, cool. We good then. Let me up so I can start getting ready too,” he said and I climbed off his lap and went into the bathroom so that I could take a shower as well.
This would be the first time in my life that I had a man of my own, because I was always fuckin’ somebody else’s man. Fuck whoever came up with that shit that you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife because I couldn’t wait to cook, clean, and everything else that I had to do for my man. I was leaving the past in the past, and all I cared about was the present and my future, and I could see Davion being in both of them.
Chapter 8: Tracy
A nigga was going crazy ever since Chantel ass had left. Not even on no sentimental shit though, it’s just I needed her around to help get the job done. There was no way I was going to be able to continue what we had been doing without her help. That night when she texted me telling me to just go back to the motel, I should have known that some fishy shit was up. Number one, that wasn’t a part of the fuckin’ plan, and number two, when has she ever went out and gone home with our potential victim?
I got a chance to get a glimpse at her and the nigga as they walked out of the club, and from one quick look at him, I could tell that he was swimming in money. I was thinking that we won the lottery when Chantel snagged his ass. I thought that once she got to his spot, I don’t know maybe she was going to seduce him or some shit, maybe even put some shit in his drink and then she would call me and tell me to come over. Funny thing is, she never called and that was damn near two weeks ago. I haven’t been able to get in touch with her shady ass, and I even think that she had changed her damn phone number.
This is what happened when you decided to do business with a bitch. Bitches were too damn emotional, and instead of trying to complete a damn task, they go and catch fuckin feelings. It doesn’t take a fuckin genius to know that once Chantel got to dude’s house, she became infatuated with the material things that she saw. That’s just how that bitch was. She didn’t love niggas for who they were, instead she loved them for what the fuck they had. I knew that because I was fuckin’ the bitch, and so were other niggas that I knew down in Miami, and we all knew that once we finished fuckin’ with her, we had to knock her ass off with a few dollars.
Speaking of Miami, I swear to God I would do anything to turn back the hands of time and go back to my city, where I was on the streets hustling and trying to get anybody who walked past to listen to my damn mixtape. I got so caught up in this shit trying to fuck with that nigga Quan, that I lost track of reality. I saw the things that he had and it made me in a way envy that nigga because he was doing what I wish I was doing.
So, here I am laid up in a damn dirty ass motel, with no fuckin plan, no nothing. I had $300.43 dollars to my name, and I knew that I couldn’t spend another damn night in this shitty ass place. But before I left tonight, I wanted to try my luck and head back out to the club where Chantel and I went last. I don’t know why, but something in my gut was telling me that I would run into her there. I needed this bitch back here with me because without her I wasn’t making no money.
Later That Night
I pulled up to the club and parked my car way across the street. I jumped out and walked to the front of the club. Luckily, there were only a few people standing in line, so I took my rightful place behind them. I wanted to look as normal as possible because I didn’t want the bouncers to get suspicious and then have them send somebody to secretly watch me as I made my rounds through the club.
When it was my turn in line, I showed ID and let them pat me down. When I was good to go, I walked inside to begin my mission. I let my eyes scan the club, and so far, I saw no sign of Chantel. I don’t know what made me think that she would be here in the first place. I decided to just walk over to the bar, get me a drink, and then I would be out of there.
“Hey, what can I get for you tonight?” that voice that I had been looking for the last two weeks asked.
My head was down in my hands. I knew this had to be a joke, but when I raise
d my head up, I was face to face with her.
“Really, Chantel? This what the fuck you on? Where the fuck have you been, and what the fuck happened to you calling me back?” I asked her.
When she tried to walk away, I stood up and grabbed her by her arm. I was not about to let her ass slip away again. She looked like she was living life with no fuckin’ problems, and here I am fuckin’ struggling, going damn crazy in that damn hotel room.
“What you’re going to do right now, is get your shit and follow me the fuck outside. Please don’t make a damn scene or I will be forced to hurt your ass,” I said, nastily into her ear.
“I can’t just leave, Tracy. I have no one else to relieve me! I promise that when I get off, I’ll have a car take me back over to the motel where you are,” she said, not even trying to make herself sound convincing.
“Bitch, your ass is all out of fuckin’ promises. The last time you promised me some shit, I never heard back from your ass. So, let’s fuckin’ go. Now!” I barked at her and she jumped.
I let her go and watched as she bent down and picked up her purse from under the counter and then she came around the bar. I was the only one sitting over there, so nobody saw what was going on. It was a Wednesday night, so the club really didn’t have a lot happening.
“Look and walk as normal as possible, I don’t want anybody to think that I’m up to something,” I said, putting my hands on her waist and squeezing very hard.
I wanted her to know that this shit wasn’t a fuckin’ game. I couldn’t even scare her ass with a fuckin’ gun because number one, I didn’t have one, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to bring that shit inside the club.
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