A Pimp In Pumps

by Nika Michelle

  That nigga could move and I held on to his ass and threw the pussy back. It wasn’t no laying on my back type of shit going on, because he was putting it down. I’d never been fucked like that.

  “Mmmm…damn…”

  “Sasha…bae…this shit’s good as fuck ma…damn! Oh, this pussy’s mine now…ahhh…fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head as he bit down on his bottom lip.

  My whole body trembled as he grinded deep inside of me. The mixture of pleasure and pain had me yelping and screaming out his name.

  “Serg…shit! I’m cumin’!” I screamed as I dug my nails into his back.

  Oh, it was over at that moment. I was officially, inexplicably gone over Serg. It wasn’t just the sex. It was everything. His aura had always pulled me in and the way we’d just become one had put the icing on the cake.

  “I fuckin’ love you too Serg,” I heard myself say as I held on to him. “I have for a long ass time.”

  He leaned over and our lips met. I knew then that I was his and he was mine.

  * * *

  Serg softly slapped me on the ass, which woke me up.

  “Get up and wash that pussy, so we can go get some grub,” he said, smiling down at me.

  He smelled like soap, so I figured he’d made himself at home. Did he put on the same drawers? I guess a man could do that. At least he tried to freshen it up enough for us to be out in public.

  “Okay,” I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I sat up.

  He tried to kiss me and I quickly curbed that shit by putting my hand in front of my face to stop him.

  “Umm, can I brush my teeth first?”

  “Fuck that ma,” he said and moved my hand out of the way.

  After he planted a soft peck on my lips, he seemed satisfied.

  “What time is it?” I asked as I threw the covers off me and stood up.

  “A little after ten.”

  “That’s it?” I yawned. “We didn’t go to sleep ‘till six.”

  “That was four hours. That’s enough sleep. C’mon ma. Go get fine for daddy.”

  “Shut up boy.” I laughed at him as I walked to the bathroom. Being that I was still naked, he was enjoying the view.

  “Yo’ fine ass know you wasn’t fuckin’ a boy last night. It was a grown man diggin’ up in that good ass pussy. I should get some more before we leave.”

  I glanced back at him as I stood at the bathroom door. “Nope. I’m hungry now.”

  He laughed as I closed the door.

  * * *

  “You know you’re mine now right?” Serg quizzed as he cut into his pancakes. “I wasn’t just sayin’ that shit ‘cause it was the heat of the moment.”

  We were at the J Christopher’s on Ponce de Leon. So far our conversation had been flowing effortlessly and I was enjoying his company. Now we were back on the ownership conversation. I guess after being with Kamal for so long, I didn’t really want to belong to someone else right now. As much as I was feeling Serg, I didn’t know if I was ready for that. Then I thought about Cherie and what she would think about us.

  “I’m not property for you to own Serg. That was the problem with Kamal. He wanted to control me. That nigga wanted me to quit my job and have babies. He wanted me to dress, or talk a certain way. If I didn’t do everything…”

  “First of all,” he cut me off. “I ain’t him, so when I say you’re mine, I mean it in a different way. You belong to me and I don’t mean that like you’re my property. You’re my woman and that’s just how it is. These past few months we been together almost every day. I’ve been knowin’ you all your life, but I knew you as Cherie’s lil’ friend. Now you’re all woman and I’m into you on some I wanna fall in love wit’ you type of shit. Now that I got the pussy, I gotta make sure you know that you ain’t fuckin’ nobody else. Straight the fuck like that.”

  I stared up at him and shook my head as I put a piece of Belgium Waffle in my mouth.

  “So, you ain’t fuckin’ nobody else either right? Just wanna clear that up.”

  He leaned over and softly licked the syrup away that had dripped onto my bottom lip. Damn, I was wet all over again.

  “Nah ma. I ain’t tryna fuck nobody else. I’m one hundred percent satisfied wit’ you. You always carry yourself like a lady, you a boss and you know how to put it down in the bedroom. I ain’t tryna change shit ‘bout you, but your last name.”

  He stared into my eyes and the moment was so intense that I was stuck in place.

  “Damn, you know you wanna do that already?” My nerves were bad at that point.

  Serg laughed. “Don’t freak out. I’m not talkin’ ‘bout tomorrow. We’ll take our time.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh too. “You scared me. What about Cherie? I mean, if we decide to make this official, shouldn’t she know.”

  He nodded as he scooped his cheese eggs onto his fork. “Yeah, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Right now, let’s focus on us.”

  “Okay,” I agreed.

  “Now, next thing on the agenda is findin’ that husband of yours. If we’re gonna get married one day, you have to not be married to him.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Do we have to talk about me divorcing him right now? You said we’re taking our time right?”

  “Who said anything about a divorce? I was serious about what I said. He disrespected you, but not only that…” His voice drifted off as he reached into his back pocket for his phone. “It’s Cherie.”

  With a sigh, he put the phone on the table and looked at me. “Kamal worked for me for a long time Sasha.”

  “Worked for you?” I was confused.

  “How do you think he made so much money? He didn’t make that much at Apple. After he paid me the money he owed me, I put him back on. He was playing ball and shit, but he needed some money. Those niggas on the team were into that shit, because they could pass a drug test, since coke flushes out of the system in a matter of days. Not only that, but mad mufuckas on campus used that shit. Eventually he was askin’ me for more shit and eventually he shorted me again. It was a hundred stacks that time. Once again I warned him and he pulled out of the game. He promised to pay me back, but never did. That was ‘bout two years ago. Once again, I let him live because of you. ‘Bout six months ago I ran into him and he was ‘bout to shit his pants. I think he ran away wit’ Jordan ‘cause he scared of what me, or my pops will do to him. That’s the reason he won’t file for divorce. He’s scared as hell ma. He ain’t tryna come back here.”

  Damn, that shit was a complete shocker to me. Why did Kamal keep his drug dealing lifestyle from me? That fool had me thinking he was a straight and narrow nigga. Maybe I had been the fool.

  “Wow Serg.” Suddenly my appetite was gone. “That’s crazy.”

  “Yeah, it is, and that’s why you have to help me find him.”

  I thought about it. Kamal didn’t have to come back to Atlanta for us to get a divorce. Then, suddenly I felt some type of way.

  “So, you usin’ me to get to Kamal? Is that why…?”

  He put his index finger to my lips. “Don’t you dare say no stupid shit to me like that. I’ll never use you Sasha. I’m doin’ this shit for you. He did you wrong and…”

  “That doesn’t mean I want him to…die.” My voice was low so nobody could hear me.

  Serg stared into my eyes. “Really? Can you look me in my eyes and honestly say that?”

  I couldn’t. The thing was, I wanted to do it myself, on my time.

  “I didn’t think so. So, you gon’ help me or what?”

  “I haven’t talked to him in months. I have no clue how to find him.”

  “Maybe Jordan’s folks know where they are,” Serg suggested.

  “Like they would tell me,” I had to laugh sarcastically at that idea.

  “I can find Kamal, but you have to help me get to him. You know. Throw him off. It’s no way he just left a fine ass, smart, caring woman like you just because. That shit gotta be deeper than you know ma.
Like I said, a man would be out of his mind to leave you. I know he regrets it every day and I’m sure he’s cravin’ that good ass pussy. I can bet my life he’d do anything to feel you again. Anything. Even risk his life.”

  “I’ll help you,” I agreed although I knew that Serg didn’t just want to kill Kamal for me. Obviously Kamal had betrayed him too.

  He pulled my body into his and gave me a sweet kiss. “Now, let’s get out of here. I got some business to handle.”

  He threw a hundred dollar bill on the table and we left. Walking to the car hand in hand made me feel like we were a real couple. The crazy thing was, with my business and his plan to get rid of Kamal, it felt like we were on some Bonnie and Clyde shit.

  Chapter 12

  2016

  Two years had passed by fast as hell, and the plan to find Kamal and Jordan had faltered. California was a huge state and they were nowhere to be found. I’d gone to talk to Kamal’s mother, but it turned out that she had moved too. Serg and I both agreed that we would not give up, although it was on the back burner for now.

  As far as the business was concerned, it was grossing at least ten million dollars a month and I had at least twenty girls. I’d even sold the house Kamal and I once shared and had a 5,000 square foot mansion built in Alpharetta. My relationship with Serg had developed into a bond so deep and special. The only thing was, Cherie still didn’t know about us. In her eyes we were just really close friends.

  “Girl, why the hell are you still single?” Cherie asked as we laid down on the deck of the yacht in our itty bitty thong bikinis.

  “Are you really askin’ me that while we’re in Miami?” I sighed as I turned over to lie on my back. “If I was married I wouldn’t be able to run away wit’ you.”

  Cherie laughed. “But can you believe that I’m getting married.”

  I couldn’t. “You really let that personal trainer nigga get you caught up. He doesn’t even make enough money for you.”

  “Bitch, I make enough money for me and him. All I need Leon to do is keep layin’ that good pipe.” She blew the smoke out of her nose and passed me the blunt.

  Changing the subject, I said thoughtfully, “Miami is so beautiful. I’m gettin’ sick of Atlanta. Been there all my life and it’s time for something different.” I took a deep pull from the blunt as I took in the scene of the tranquil, blue ocean and sky.

  The sound of sea gulls flying by only added to the tropical ambiance.

  “I feel you,” Cherie said as she sat up. “Me and Leon have been talkin’ about relocating.”

  “Really? Dang, so you’re leavin’ me too bitch?” I pouted as I passed the blunt back to her.

  “That’s why we gotta get you hooked up wit’ somebody.”

  Rolling my eyes at her, I asked, “So, you gon’ leave the family business?”

  “No, I’d just expand it. Once a hustler always a hustler boo. You know that.”

  I picked up my glass full of Moet and took a sip. “Okay, so does Leon know what you do?”

  “Yeah…and?” She gave me her attitude face.

  “Nothin’ bih, I was just askin’, damn.” I shook my head at her.

  “I know. Sorry. So, Miami is full of men and we’re gettin’ your single ass hooked up tonight. That might be your ticket to move here chica.” Cherie’s smile was all big. “It’s been two damn years since that sorry ass nigga left you. It’s time to move the fuck on.”

  Little did she know, but I had moved on. However, keeping it a secret was becoming harder and harder. We would’ve been come clean to her, but after she told me that she felt her brother was off limits to her friends, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to lose Cherie. She was my best friend, other than Serg.

  “No Cherie. I don’t wanna be hooked up with anybody. Last time you did that shit the nigga was crazy as hell with tattoos all over his face. Please, spare me the task of havin’ to reject someone who could potentially kill me for that very reason. Match maker is not your forte boo. Stick to the hustle.”

  We both laughed.

  “Bitch please. I’m hookin’ your ass up wit’ somebody.”

  Instead of going back and forth about the issue, I decided to leave it alone. If she tried, I’d politely decline. Serg’s face drifted into my mental and made me smile. We’d only been in Miami for two days and would be leaving soon, but I missed him. It was like it hurt to be away from him. However, it was the end of Cherie’s single life. She and Leon were going to the justice of the peace when we got back and having a reception the next evening. Guess who was planning the reception? Me, of course.

  After our ride on the yacht the sun was starting to set. Cherie was already drunk as a skunk talking about going to the club. She needed to take her ass to sleep somewhere, because I didn’t feel like having her drunk, uncoordinated ass depending on me to get her back to her room. Besides, we’d gone out every night that we had been there. Honestly, I was tired.

  “I’m sleepy as hell Cherie. Can we chill tonight?”

  “Bitch, who comes to Miami to fuckin’ chill? This is an extended bachelorette party and it ain’t over,” she slurred.

  I sighed. “Okay. Damn. You can barely walk straight, but you wanna go clubbin’. Bitch, your ass is not as slim as you used to be. Ain’t nobody tryin’ to be carryin’ you around again tonight. Straight up. Then when you get drunk you wanna start tryin’ to fight mufuckas. It’s just you and me here hoe. It ain’t like we got a goon squad around the corner and shit.”

  Cherie started laughing hysterically. “You’re so dramatic Sasha. For real.”

  As I shook my head, I made my way inside of the Ritz Carlton hotel.

  Our rooms were side by side, so when I stopped in front of my door, I turned to look at her. “Well, I’m takin’ a nap. Call me when you’re ready to go out.”

  “Yeah, yeah party pooper.” She rolled her eyes at me and walked into her room.

  When I walked into mine, the cool air that greeted me gave me life. I stripped out of my clothes and laid across the bed without disturbing the covers. That was when I heard something that sounded like someone was in my room. Was it housekeeping and if so why didn’t they have a cart outside of the door? Suddenly my blood went cold. Who the fuck was in my room?

  “Baby…”

  When I heard his voice, I thought it was a figment of my imagination, but when I turned around I knew that it wasn’t. Serg was really standing there, in my room. I jumped up from the bed and wrapped my arms around him.

  “What are you doin’ here?” I whispered as if Cherie could hear me.

  We kissed before he answered. “I missed you, so I took a flight.”

  “But babe, it’s only been a couple days.” I didn’t want to let him go.

  “A couple days too long. I’m not used to you bein’ away from me.” His eyes were full of longing as he held my face in his hands. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, but you already know that your sister is right next door. And how did you get in here?”

  He chuckled. “I was bein’ all nosey when Cherie booked the rooms. I paid attention when she gave you your room number. When I got here I just snuck in when the housekeeper stepped out and propped the door open. I hid in the closet ‘till she left.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh too. “You’re crazy. What if Cherie catches you in here? We’re supposed to be goin’ out later.”

  “Just keep her out of your room. She won’t know shit.” He kissed me passionately again. “I’m leavin’ first thing in the mornin’ ma. I just had to see you. As crazy as it seems.”

  “It’s not crazy. I missed you too,” I told him when I pulled away.

  “I wanted to give you flowers, but I know my sister would wonder where you got them from, so I got you this.”

  He passed me a Saks Fifth Avenue bag. When I looked inside I noticed a shoe box with Jimmy Choo written on it. I was one of those women who loved shoes, so there was a huge smile on my face.

  “Open it,” Serg
coaxed as he ran his fingers through my hair.

  I opened the box and there was a pair of sexy, six-inch heel blue, Gator skin pumps. I’d been looking for a pair, but he’d found them for me. They reminded me of my pops’ Gators. Like father, like daughter.

  “Oh my God. I love these baby.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, put them on.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. I felt my body overheat as he watched me slip my feet in the sexy high heels.

  What would he think about his sister constantly trying to set me up with someone?

  I bet if he knew he’d be ready to tell her the truth then, but I wasn’t ready to. Therefore, I kept her match making efforts to myself.

  “I’m glad you like them and if you didn’t miss me, I’d feel like I ain’t the man no more.”

  “Oh, you’re the man daddy.” My hand made its way to his crotch. “You’re hard too.”

  “I know.” His voice was deep and raspy as he gently pushed me back on the bed. “And you’re already naked.”

  “Well, except for the shoes…”

  * * *

  A couple hours of laying in Serg’s arms later, I realized that Cherie hadn’t called. That kind of worried me, since it was after ten o’ clock. Serg was snoring lightly in my ear as I dialed her number.

  “Hello,” she mumbled into the phone.

  “You sleep bitch?” I asked with an amused edge to my voice.

  Guess that heifer couldn’t hang either. If it was up to me, I’d be snoring just like Serg.

  “Hell yeah bitch. I’m drunk as fuck. We’ll go out tomorrow. Bye.” She hung up and I giggled as I snuggled against my man.

  That shit was music to my ears.

  * * *

  Serg had managed to sneak out the next morning without being seen by his sister.

  “I wish I could stay and show you a good time, but I know how you feel about Cherie knowin’ about us. I still feel like we should tell her, but I do understand why you don’t want to,” he had told me before he left.

  “We will tell her. Just not right now.”

  He nodded. “Okay babe. I love you so much.”

  “And I love you more.”