A Pimp In Pumps

by Nika Michelle

  The thing was I knew the code of the streets, so I wasn’t the one who snitched on that nigga. As a matter of fact, I was trying to get my pops to have somebody kill him for me. Before I could do that, the store owner picked Brielle’s nigga from a line up. After that they searched his home and found the murder weapon, which was a 22. He didn’t even go to trial and to avoid life in prison, he took a plea for twenty-five years. At the time he was seventeen, but he was charged as an adult.

  When I started going with Kamal I felt like things were finally getting better. He seemed to love me genuinely and there seemed to be a light at the end of that dark tunnel that had become my life. Then when everything was revealed about him and Brielle it was like that light had gone out. I wasn’t really trying to forgive him that easily. He knew what I’d been through and to think that he’d hurt me was more than I could bear. Yeah, I still loved him with all of my heart, but I wasn’t going to let him take advantage of me. What if he was still fucking that bitch? I’d be damned if she was fighting over some dick that she hadn’t had in two years. Who would do some dumb shit like that?

  “I have to go pick Jerry up. You only turn eighteen once Sasha, so go out and celebrate.” She smiled at me before leaving the room.

  When my phone rang that time it was Jordan.

  “Please tell me you ain’t still all depressed over Kamal and that bitch. It’s your birthday and we’re goin’ out, so you might as well get dressed.”

  “I want something new to wear. How about you meet me at the mall.”

  “You ain’t gotta tell me twice bitch. I’ll call Cherie.”

  I smiled deviously. “A’ight.”

  * * *

  Me, Jordan and Cherie were in the VIP with fake IDs and the whole nine yards, because although I wasn’t a drinker, I was throwing back shots of Patron. Bells and Nadia were both out of town for the summer, but they’d called to wish me a happy birthday. It was the second club we’d hit that night and I was so fucked up that I couldn’t even remember the name of it. Some nigga and his boys were popping bottles at the bar and although we had got a bottle with VIP, we didn’t mind a little extra booze. They had some blunts in rotation too. I wasn’t one to be smoking with random niggas, so I had to call them out on it when the blunt came to me.

  “First of all, I ain’t smokin’ shit that ya’ll already rolled up. I’on trust nah nigga. Fuck that. Ya’ll might be tryna get us all fucked up so ya’ll can fuck,” I spat with an attitude as I put my hands on my hips.

  “I ain’t gotta do no shit like that to get pussy shawty.” He pursed his lips together as he poured some Ace of Spade in my glass.

  “I bet you don’t,” I said sarcastically.

  He was good looking though with his caramel skin, and dark, mysterious eyes. He licked his thick lips and flashed deep dimples at me.

  “You need a nigga to tame you.”

  “I got a daddy and I don’t need another one,” I threw over my shoulder as I dismissed him.

  That nigga was tripping. The drinks and weed he was supplying weren’t worth my time. I could get that shit on my own. It wasn’t like we needed him. There were plenty of ballers in the club and I was legal. As I looked around I spotted a familiar face coming my way.

  “Oh, damn, is that Trav?” I asked wondering what he was doing there.

  Then I saw Kamal.

  “Shit, is that…?”

  I cut Cherie off. “Jordan must’ve dropped a dime.”

  “I did not,” she spoke up. “This is a coincidence.”

  I didn’t believe her. She couldn’t do shit without letting Travis know. At least Cherie was down with keeping her nigga in the dark about our plans.

  “You’re supposed to be my best friend and you knew that I didn’t want to see him!”

  Jordan looked at me and shook her head, still denying that she was the one to let Kamal know where we were.

  “I didn’t tell him or Travis shit. I swear.”

  Kamal’s eyes met mine as he walked over to where we were. There was nothing keeping them from us other than a velvet rope that he stepped over.

  “Happy birthday baby.” He grabbed me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I miss you.”

  I moved out of his grasp and gave him a look like he’d lost every ounce of sense that he was born with.

  “Get your hands off me!” I spat angrily.

  Dude who was being all generous at first, but had turned rude, was all up in my business.

  “What’s the problem yo’?” He asked Kamal. “She just told you to get your hands off her nigga.”

  Kamal looked at him like he was crazy. “Nigga, if you don’t step the fuck back. This my girl and…”

  “I ain’t your girl!” I snapped back at Kamal. “And I don’t need you to stand up for me,” I told the stranger whose name I never got.

  He put his hands up in defeat. “Handle yo’ own shit then shawty. I ain’t got time for this bullshit. It ain’t like you givin’ me the pussy.”

  “And I won’t be,” I clarified.

  “Shit,” dude hissed. “You will be if I pay yo’ ass!

  Kamal stood up with his face all balled up and the Patron bottle in his hand. “Don’t you talk to my woman like that!”

  “That bitch ain’t even clamin’ yo’ wack ass and you all up in a real nigga’s face with a bottle in yo’ hand like you got some balls. I’ll fuck you up lil’ nigga. You better act like you mufuckin’ know.”

  Kamal wasn’t backing down. “Nah nigga. Watch who you callin’ a bitch muthafucka! You better get the fuck up outta my girl’s face before I show you a real nigga.”

  I grabbed Kamal’s arm. “Chill out Mal. Let’s go.”

  “Nah, I ain’t goin’ nowhere ‘till after I whoop this nigga’s ass!” Kamal kept his eyes on dude as he talked to me.

  Damn, I really didn’t want to watch my man get his ass whooped, or worse. Honestly, I’d never even seen him fight for real. He was so laid back in school that nobody really fucked with him. He just usually got along with everybody. Which was the exact opposite of how I was. I could tell from looking at dude and his boys that they were used to getting into shit. Something also told me that they weren’t used to fighting fair. I didn’t want Kamal to get killed, although I didn’t want to be with him anymore.

  “Somebody better tell this lil’ punk ass mufucka somethin’ ‘fore I kill his ass!”

  I think I spotted the gun that he pulled from the waist of his jeans first. All I could think about was a repeat of what I’d seen happen plenty of times before. There was no way I could take watching someone else that I loved get killed in front of me. It would be no coming back from that.

  “Look,” I stood in front of Kamal hoping that dude would calm down. “It don’t have to come to that. We’re leavin’.” My eyes pleaded for him to put the gun away.

  One of dude’s boys squinted his eyes as he looked at me. “Ain’t you A’s daughter?”

  How the fuck did he know my pops? I wanted to ask, but I hoped it would work in my favor.

  “Yeah, that’s my pops,” I confirmed. Damn, but what if they had beef with my old man?

  Dude and his boys backed down immediately and that gave me a sense of pride in who my father was.

  “A’s cool as fuck, but you better get outta here if you want yo’ nigga to keep breathin’.” Dude put his gun back in the waist of his jeans as he nodded at me. “Tell yo’ pops Ray said hold it down in there.”

  I nodded as I grabbed Kamal’s hand and led him out of the club with the rest of our crew in tow. It was a task being that he was still mad, but all I could see was that damn gun in my mind and how easy it would’ve been for that nigga Ray to end his life right then and there. If they didn’t know my pops it could’ve gone left really quick.

  “Fuck man,” Travis said once we were outside. “You tryna get us killed? You know those niggas were Cues and shit. You can’t fuck wit’ them like that. You might sell a lil’ weed my nigga, but you ai
n’t no gangsta mufucka.”

  It was clear that Travis was heated and Jordan tried to calm him down. “Chill out babe, it’s over.”

  She just didn’t know that I was still mad at her. No matter what she said I still felt in my heart that she was the one who had let Kamal know where we were. They were too damn chummy for me too and if he wanted to continue a relationship with me, that shit was going to have to stop. I was cool with Trav, but I didn’t call him, or defend him when they had issues. It was like she was his best friend instead of mine. No, I didn’t think anything was going on between them, but I was going to make sure it didn’t happen. It didn’t matter if I wanted to be with him or not.

  Once I was at my car, Kamal thought he could drop his game down and shit. It was kind of working being that his life had just been in jeopardy. What if he’d been killed? Maybe it was a sign that I should give him a second chance, but then again something told me not to give in to him so easily.

  “It’s your birthday ma and I wanna spend some time wit’ you alone. What just happened was stupid and I apologize for that. You know how I am about you. I don’t give a fuck what set them niggas belong to. I might not be no street nigga, but I ain’t no soft ass nigga either. I ain’t gon’ let no nigga disrespect what’s mine.” Kamal’s nostrils flared as he spoke.

  He sure didn’t sound like he was a valedictorian, but that was what I liked about him. Although he was smart, he still had that edge that made him not come off as too weak. That nigga was the perfect balance of street and book smarts. As I looked at his handsome features I wanted to give in and just go ahead and be with him. What did I have to lose? It wasn’t like he’d fought for Brielle and was hounding her. He was after me like a fox on a rabbit.

  “I ain’t yours,” I challenged him although I was over the arguing already.

  “Shit, that’s a lie. You gon’ always be mine. I rode wit’ Trav and shit, but why don’t I catch a ride wit’ you? Maybe we can go chill at the condo for a minute. First I need to stop at the crib to get your gifts. That’s cool?” Kamal asked me.

  I nodded and watched as Jordan got in her car. Cherie had driven herself and I could see that she was fuming.

  “Please don’t tell Serg about…that. We don’t need no trouble,” I advised.

  She nodded. “A’ight, but if anything pops off after this…”

  “It won’t,” Kamal spoke up.

  We all said our good byes and they drove off. Me and that nigga were still standing there in the parking lot.

  “What if I don’t want you to ride wit’ me,” I just had to fuck with him.

  “Then you should’ve said that shit before Trav left.”

  I shook my head and unlocked the doors. “C’mon nigga.”

  Once we were in the car I interrogated him.

  “Did Jordan tell you where we were?”

  “No.” That was all he said.

  “I’on believe you.”

  “I ain’t surprised since you don’t trust me anymore. You’ll trust me again though.”

  A sarcastic laugh was all I offered back to him as I turned on the radio. After turning it up full blast, I shut down the conversation. About twenty minutes later I pulled up in front of his apartment building.

  “Well, I guess I’ll see you later.” I pretended to forget all about the gifts he claimed he had for me and his desire to spend some time alone at the condo.

  The smell of his cologne was intoxicating as he leaned toward me.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” His warm breath stroked my face, causing my body to react against my will.

  “That I’ll see you later.” My voice was weakening like my resolve.

  Damn, he seemed to have some type of control over me. As much as I wanted to turn my back on him, I just couldn’t. The love I felt for him…and the sexual connection we had…was a strong combination. Our physical attraction was crazy as hell, so it made it so hard to resist him.

  When he got out of the car my heart sank. I was playing hard, but I really did want us to work it out. Damn, there he was giving up once again and it made me feel like I’d wasted my time on him. Shaking my head, I turned the key in the ignition just as my car door flew open. Kamal stood there with a look on his face that I’d never seen before. I didn’t really know what it meant, but the love was clear in his eyes.

  “I ain’t gonna keep on repeatin’ myself Sasha.” He looked away before focusing on looking into my eyes again. Then he was on his knees with his hands in mine. “I’m just gonna humble myself and admit that I was wrong as hell for lying to you. You were right. I should’ve just told you the truth. Baby, I just hope we can move on, ‘cause I won’t stop lovin’ you. All I want to do is make you my wife one day. I just wanna show you that it’s all about you. It’s like you’ve been inked on my heart, permanently. It ain’t no givin’ you up, so workin’ it out is the only option. I’ll give you time, because I know you gotta build the trust back up, but I ain’t goin’ nowhere. So, it ain’t gon’ be no damn see you later. I’m tryna see all of you…tonight.” His warm, firm hand crept up my bare thigh.

  It was so hard to defy what I was feeling, but I pushed his hand away. “No. I can’t…”

  “You can.” He nodded anxiously as he looked at me with longing. It was like he was trying to coax me with his eyes and his gestures.

  Damnit that shit was working.

  His hand was moving up my thigh again ever so lightly. Oh, it felt so good.

  I grabbed his hand. “Stop Kamal.”

  “No…” His voice was barely a whisper as he pushed my skirt up and rested his head in my lap. “Just let me taste you baby.”

  His warm, wet tongue was traveling up my thigh next. When it was in the crevice of my thigh, right beside my throbbing pussy, I almost opened my legs wide right there outside. Regardless of my desire to feel his mouth on me, I fought the urge.

  “It’s not that easy Kamal.”

  I grabbed the back of his head and tried to pry it away from his weakness. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held on to me so that I couldn’t move.

  “Open your legs ma. Just let me taste you. I just wanna taste that sweet pussy.” His voice was muffled because he was trying his best to get to what he wanted. “Please.”

  Instead of doing what I really wanted to do, I kept my legs closed. “Mal, get up. No.”

  Damn, his tongue felt so good, although my panties were still in place. My shit was getting wet as hell and when he tried to pry my legs apart, I wanted to put it all up in his face.

  “You know I’m gonna make you feel good mami. Just let me taste it. Damn…”

  He was stronger than me, or maybe I just didn’t fight hard enough. When he pulled my panties to the side and leaned over, my breath caught in my throat. It had been so damn long and I was actually anticipating the feeling. The natural instinct to open my legs wider took over me as his hot, greedy mouth devoured what he was begging for.

  “Ohh…shit…” I pushed him away. It took every ounce of self-control I had. “Not out here. Let’s go to the condo.”

  Looking up at me, he smiled all big as if he’d won. “Okay. I’m gonna go get your gifts. Stay here.”

  He walked off, but then suddenly turned on his heels and grabbed my hand.

  “You comin’ wit’ me. It’s no way I’m lettin’ you get away.”

  Not that I was going anywhere after feeling that shit. I wanted some more.

  * * *

  “Ahhh, shit…fuck…Mal…damn….” That nigga’s face was buried nose deep in my pussy.

  Make up sex was always the best and we were still at the foreplay part, which was my favorite. Don’t get me wrong, I loved intercourse, but oral stimulation was that shit. I wasn’t the most experienced woman in the world, but Kamal had skills.

  “Mmm, baby, delicious…” He slurped my hard clit into his mouth and then swirled his warm, wet tongue around it.

  “Ohhhh…” My back arched instinctively as his hand
s cupped my ass cheeks. “I’m cumin’ baby…”

  As I came in his mouth he didn’t flinch, but simply stared into my eyes. Damn, the moment was so intense that I forgot what I was even mad about in the first place. It was funny how a good orgasm could mess with your emotions. At first I was ready to leave him alone for good and now I was spread eagle with his handsome face between my legs.

  I tried to push him away from my quivering pussy, but he kept right on sucking.

  “Mal, baby, damn.” What was he trying to prove?

  “Shhh, cum for me one more time. You know you want to.” There was a sly grin on his face as he went back down. “Now open it up for daddy.”

  I used my fingers to spread my wet pussy lips, exposing the hard sensitivity that dwelled between them. His tongue softly flickered over it and then he used his mouth as a sort of suction cup and started sucking. That shit was so incredible and when he pushed the hood of my clit back and started sucking tenderly in the right spot, it was over.

  “Fuck!! Oh…my…Mal…mmm…ahhh…” I started grinding and rotating my pelvis in circles, hungry for the warm, tingling feeling that was threatening to take over my body.

  Damn, I didn’t know how much I needed that shit. It felt like I was floating on a cloud as I came again. Tears flowed from my eyes as they rolled back in my head. The pleasure was something that I could not describe as it flowed over my anatomy like a hit of heroin. I’d never tried that shit before, but I’d heard a few junkies describe it as a full body orgasm. That nigga Kamal was my heroin. Addiction was complex and I was definitely emotionally and physically attached to him.

  “One more,” he whispered before sliding his middle, and pointer fingers deep inside of my wetness.

  “Uhhh…Mal…” My body writhed around on the bed because I was spent and I couldn’t take anymore. “I’m literally weak right now.”

  That didn’t stop him. His soft, warm tongue found that spot in no time and he went in. A few sloppy, loud slurps later my body was jerking and I was trying my best to get away from him. His lips were all wet and there was a mischievous look on his face as he stared at me. He knew that he’d turned me out with that shit and I was breathing all hard as I stared back at him in awe.