by Nicety
"What if I sucked your dick? Then could I have the piece?" I figured I had done worse things in my life.
"Damn. Are you that desperate? Look ma I don't get down with hoes so you can beat it."
"I'm not a ho! I'm just really in need of a piece. I'll do anything to get it. I wouldn’t be here in this room with you if I didn’t really need it."
“But what you don’t seem to be getting is… I’m gay honey. I don’t fuck with that slit. I fucks with that dick. You feel me now?” Dre grabbed his dick revealing its long nearly hard length.
“Awe shit. Damn… well, there ain’t nothing that a man can do that a woman can’t.” I cocked my head to the side placing my hands on my hips. “Now I said, anything.”
"Anything, huh?" Dre said stroking his chin.
He sat back down on the couch and dumped the ashes off of his cigarette to take another pull. I could tell that Dre was in deep thought. I knew that in the back of his mind, he figured that what I was asking was a whore move. But judging by the sly smirk on his face led me to believe that he was the slightest bit turned on by my proposal. He sized me up the sucked his teeth and licked his lips hungrily.
"Yeah… Well let me get that ass then."
“Pussy? Oh I can do that—“
“Naw bitch. That asshole.”
I wasn't expecting that at all even though I probably should’ve been. I hadn’t done it in my ass for a while so I was afraid my shit was tighter than normal. I could only hope that there wouldn’t be that much pain. Still, the thought of letting a gay man fuck me in the ass made my body cringe.
I reluctantly shook my head and agreed. He took me by the hand and turned me around bending me over on the arm of the loveseat. Dre reached around my waist unbuckling my jeans and pulled my panties to the side. He then left the room and returned with some lube, squirting it all inside of my asshole. He then handed me a small Ecstasy pill and told me to take it.
"Now just relax and swallow this,” Dre offered.
I was skeptical at first having never taken X before. But given the circumstances, I just took it anyway. Dre told me to bend my back over the couch as he stuck his colossal size dick inside of my ass. I knew what the pill did but I didn’t believe that it would work to escalate the sensation of his insertion into me. The pain, however, intensified as he forced it his self inside of my nearly tight asshole. Even though it hadn’t been that tight, my asshole was still burning like volcano lava. As he rammed his self inside of me, I found it hard not to begin screaming louder and louder.
"Oh my God! What the fuck?" I squirmed as he kept ramming his dick up inside my butt. “OH! Please wait! Wait!”
I called out feeling a series of excruciating pain shoot through my backside. Dre pretended not to hear me and just slowed down his pumps instead. He began moaning outrageously which scared the shit out of me. I couldn’t do shit but just keep praying for him to cum so it could all be over. He squirted a great amount of lube in my asshole yet again.
It had already felt like he had been in my ass for so long that I was beginning to think the nigga would never cum. Soon I really didn’t feel much pain at all anymore. The Ecstasy pill had made its way through my body and begun to kick in. Feeling all warm inside, I started playing with my pussy quickly feeling like I had to cum ten times stronger than I’ve ever had before. And, that’s exactly what I did over and over again. It was harder and more enjoyable than any other cum I had ever had.
"Fuck that ass harder nigga. Get this asshole. Take it got-damn it," I shouted out of complete pleasure.
He obliged me, pumping into me harder and faster. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was more amazing than the space shuttle launch. It was more magical than any fireworks show. I began pushing back, bouncing my ass on his dick. I could feel Dre’s knees began to buckle. It was as if he was not used to bitches bouncing back on that dick while he was in their asses. But I was all in the shit loving the way that my cum felt bursting out of my clit. I began going crazy on his ass making obscene noises and bouncing like crazy.
"Ooo shit I'm 'bout to bust,” Dre hissed as his movements sped up.
"Cum nigga, all in this ass."
"Ooo shit. Fuck.”
After a few more minutes, the nigga busted all over my round brown ass. I did not realize how great that shit could feel yearning for more. Dre backed out of me searching the room before slapping an array of baby wipes on my ass for me to clean myself. I snatched the wipes and began to clean myself realizing that the pain really wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I could have gone another round if he had another one in him. Turning around gazing into his expression, I could tell he was spent.
Dre disappeared leaving me to continue cleaning up. I grabbed an old dry towel from off the floor and used it to dry out my pussy and ass from the leftover wetness of the wipes. I had just finished cleaning up all the stickiness he had left on me when Dre returned with the pistol in his hand, a .45 semi-automatic with no silencer, handing it over to me explaining that was the best he could do on short notice. I finished straightening my clothes before taking the butt end of it out of his hands gazing down at its beauty.
"You was tight as hell though. I gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting that shit. Fo’ real. Shit, if you ever need some good dick look a nigga up."
"Thanks.” I smiled feeling proud of myself that a gay man liked how I fucked. “I’m sure when I’m ready, I will."
I headed out the room door noticing Reno sitting at the computer desk mean mugging me as I headed towards the front door. He rolled his eyes and I rolled mine back not giving a fuck what he had to say or think. This shit was my life. I did what I had to do to get what I wanted. Besides, he was probably just only salty because he had been trying to hit his roommate for years and he never gave him any play. Bitch, how was that my fault? He needed to step his game up and then maybe he could get the D.
Three Days Later
Mika
My head was spinning faster than any carnival ride I knew. Every time I sat or stood still, I could think of nothing but the revenge that I so desperately wanted. Ox did his best, bless his heart, to keep me focused and in a more positive place than I was in. All I could think about, breathe, or see was the justice my son deserved. No mother should have to bury her child for any reason.
Over on the nightstand, my purse buzzed uncontrollably. For days I had been just letting that thing ring without a care. No one on the other end was deserving of my attention. Whoever it was wasn’t the one person I needed so I could care less who it was calling me. With a swift whip of my arm, I knocked that damn purse off the stand. Its contents scattered out all over the floor and yet my phone continued to buzz. I don’t know why but the flashing light and buzzing drew the attention of my watery eyes. Slowly, I picked up the phone staring back at the number that haunted me right then.
“Hello,” I answered through a crackly, dry voice.
“Oh my God. Mika, it’s about time that your ass answered the damn phone. I’ve been trying to call you forever. What the hell have you been doing?” Vega blared through the receiver.
“I’ve been busy. What the hell do you want?”
“What do I want? What the hell is wrong with you? You sound like a damn zombie. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you to tell you something more important than you and that dumb ass David,” Vega rambled as if he wanted me to respond to his bullshit. “Anyway, I’ve been calling to tell you that your damn sister is in a coma.”
“What? How? What the fuck? How long? Why didn’t you tell me?” My voice carried through the room in the largest echo ever as Ox appeared gazing at me from the room door.
“I told you I’ve been trying to call you forever now. You’ve been ignoring my calls. I even called you the same day it happened. It’s not my fault at all, Mika.”
“I can’t believe this shit is happening right now. I’ve got to go see her. I’ve got to see her face.” My hand covered my lip
s pressing gently in complete and utter shock at the news. “What happened Vega? Tell me what the fuck happened to my sister.”
“She was stabbed, Mika. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t. I-I- I was in the shower and came downstairs to her lying bleeding at the front door with flowers in her hand. I don’t know what happened but I think I have an idea of who did this.” Vega carried a hint of vengeance in his voice.
I knew it well. It was the same kind that I carried in mine each time I spoke David’s name. Nothing in the world would get me to forgive him for what he had done. So that hatred would always be there, lingering and waiting for the day I found justice for Keylan. But Vega’s anger was very meek. He didn’t have it in him like I did. Yeah it could have been brought up out of him, out of anyone. But as he continued on and spoke the name of who had done this to my sister, I knew deep down in his heart there was still some type of close connection dancing around inside for this Violet.
“This shit is your fault Vega. You did this shit to her with your cheating ass—“
“Hey! I didn’t start this shit okay. I tried to make it work with your sister but if you recall, she was the one whoring around and treating our marriage like it was shit for her own selfish needs. How was I supposed to know the bitch Violet was crazy?”
“It doesn’t matter. You want a cookie because you didn’t know the bitch was crazy? Naw, it don’t work like that. You’ve gotten my sister into this shit and now you better hope she comes out of it.”
Shaking my head from side to side, I could only imagine the hurt and pain she had to endure through all of this. I needed to see her. But after having seen my son in a similar state, it wasn’t going to be easy seeing Angel lying there fighting for her life. Eventually I would go to her bedside. I just needed a few days to clear my head before I did so I wouldn’t break down. She was my only sister, the only blood I had left in this world and knowing that she could quite possibly be taking away from me tore me up inside.
“In hindsight, she brought this shit on herself Mika. All I ever wanted to do was love her, give her the world. But the world wasn’t good enough,” Vega crooned through the phone.
“You’re bogus as hell to say some shit like that. And, you call yourself a fucking doctor,” I sneered.
“Well, I’m here with her and still been here with her since the first day, which is more than what I can say for you.”
“You son of a bitch. How dare you say some shit like that to me? My son was murdered you fucking prick,” my voice blared through the phone so loud that it reverberated throughout the room. “Fuck you!”
“Oh my God. I didn’t know, Mika. I swear, I didn’t—“
Before he could finish kissing my ass, my finger hit the end button as my hand uncontrollably launched the phone across the room. He had some nerve to come for me like that. I was already in a fragile state and even though he didn’t know that he should’ve been a little more compassionate, given the situation with Angel. I stood up then crouched to my knees in search of the phone with tears streaming down my face. It seemed like everyone who was supposed to love me wanted to hurt me, like I didn’t have feelings and shit. Everyone except…
“You good baby?” Ox stepped into the room walking up towards me as I crawled around like a helpless child. “Who was that on the phone?”
“It was Vega. Something has happened to Angel.”
“What happened?” Ox folded his big arms planting his feet firmly on the ground as if he was bracing himself for the news I wasn’t too eager to say.
“She was stabbed in her home and now she’s in a coma. I don’t know much else because he pissed me off so badly.” Finding the phone and snatching it from out of the corner filled with clothes, I stood wiping the sweat and the tears from my drenched brown complexion.
“What did he say to you?”
I sucked my teeth ready to punch a wall as I thought about it. “He was talking shit like I wasn’t there for Angel like I should’ve been for her. I was mad but I knew that he didn’t know about Keylan. Still he shouldn’t have said shit to me at all about it,” I sniffled burying my head in his brawny chest.
“Man fuck that nigga. His opinion means shit in this household. As long as you know you is a great woman, that’s all that matters.” Ox folded his hands around my body rubbing my back ever so soothingly.
Ox was great at trying to console me. Most of the times feeling his heavy breath against my skin and being nestled inside of his warm embrace soothed me. But at that moment, all I could feel was rage. He tried like hell to massage my stress away but my anger burned harder, scorching charred malevolent lines through my veins. I hungered for the sweet taste of victory yet going insane wondering if I’d ever get it.
Later That Day
Vega
“Hello?”
“Heyyyy, baaaabby. I’ve missed you so much. You literally have no idea,” Violet guffawed through the phone, a shy subtle kind.
From the sound of her voice it sounded like she was stressed out about something. Like she hadn’t slept in days. I was sure that Adrial’s death had to be weighing heavily on her conscience. If it wasn’t then she was the walking dead, unable to feel or capable of any other basic human emotion other than her own happiness. One had to wonder, what could have gone wrong in her young fragile life for someone so beautiful to turn so cold, so evil and vindictive.
“What do you want Violet?” I asked staring off into shininess of the window lost inside of my own demonic thoughts.
“Well, I was thinking about you… About us. And, I just wanted to call you to give you one last chance baby. That’s all.”
“One last chance? To do what exactly, Violet?” I huffed, realizing this girl was crazier than a Looney Toon.
“To be with me silly. I want you to come with me to South America, somewhere beautiful. I want us to go away to paradise and lay on wondrous beach and enjoy life together forever.” By the tone in her voice, it was like she was envisioning what she was telling me right before her eyes.
“Why are you running away if you hadn’t done anything, Violet?”
The phone grew silent. I knew I was two milliseconds away from being hung up on again. I had to think of something fast. The next words out of my mouth had to appease her or I would never get a chance to get her admission on tape about what she did to Angel. Even though seeing her again was the last thing on my mind, I knew it was the only way. I sighed deeply and gulped a good chunk of spit, forcing the large clump down my throat before returning my attention back to her.
“Never mind that. I think you’re right. A vacation is just what we need,” I assured her sounding a bit eager to get the plan underway.
“Not a vacation honey bear. This would be more like a stay-cation. You know, sort of meaning that we ain’t coming back,” her tone went from a very high pitch to a down in the dirt low one in no time.
“Oh, okay. Well let’s meet to discuss facts in person,” I suggested coupled with a faint laugh. “There’s no telling who’s probably listening in on these things over the phone. Ya know?”
“Oh yeah. You’re right—”
“How’s tomorrow night sound?” I interrupted. “We could meet at that secluded location we loved to go to before. Remember? The one where you lost your panties at.”
Violet giggled like a schoolgirl at the thought of it. We spent that entire night looking on the inside and outside of my car but could never find those damn panties. I remember them too. They had red and black polka dots all over them and one giant heart right in front of the crouch area. I remember them because they were different. I remember that night because she had given me the best head imaginable. It was hard not to think of the good times she and I shared but even worse to think of the bad times she created.
“That sounds like a plan baby. What time?” She crooned.
“Around eight-ish. That’ll give me some time to get home from the hospital…” I stopped myself before I said from the hospital checking on
Angel. I didn’t need anything setting Violet off causing her to back out of meeting me.
“I’ll be there waiting baby. I love you.” Violet whispered blowing a kiss through the receiver before hanging up the phone.
She knew I would never say it back to her. Still, I played along with her little game. It was the only way that I could get her to meet me without thinking that I was there only to set her up. Because I would be. All I needed was a confession that was good enough to hold up in court. I needed her to completely confess to not only what she had done to Angel but Adrial as well.
As quickly as my feet would take me, I ran up the stairs searching through the armoire and vanity. I ripped the shoeboxes down from the top shelf flipping the lids on each and every box. When I was done the room was a complete mess and yet I had found nothing. I couldn’t find that tape recorder for shit. I hid a tape recorder in the room one day when I left the house to catch Angel cheating on me months ago. She found it and erased the tape claiming she had never seen it. But I knew better. Now I couldn’t even think of where it was.
Feeling a bit defeated, I headed sluggishly back downstairs dragging myself into the kitchen. Plopping down in the chair, I checked my cell for messages only being disappointed with the fact that there were none. No messages meant no new positive developments on Angel’s health. As I stared down at the screen, I saw it. There, staring back at me on the keyboard of my Iphone was a microphone. Siri’s microphone. She could record the conversation and save it in my phone. It was brilliant.
Without further hesitation, I downloaded an app to the phone to record. I opened it to give it a test run, speaking into it occasionally starting and stopping it. I even started it then slipped it inside of my pocket just to see if it would still record what I was saying with no problem or needed to yell. The application was flawless. Technology was such a blessing. All I could think about was thanking all engineers for making such an amazing design in one little phone. It was on. Tomorrow night, I would end that bitch’s reign and put her behind bars where she deserved to be.
