by Lena Scott
Finest leaned over and kissed her.
Tanqueray closed her eyes and felt his lips on hers, his tongue entering her mouth. She felt the warmth coming up from down before as he twisted on her nipples that peeked from under the thin fabric. Finest slid the strap off her shoulder and kissed her there. He smelled good, and she knew she still did too, having taken a shower for Mr. Sinclair right before she left the hotel. After the shower she actually dried off in front of him, allowing him plenty of viewing as he lay on the bed. She’d heard about men who liked to watch, and wondered if Mr. Sinclair was one of them.
Looking around the empty street, it was as if both she and Finest calculated how long it would take for them to both get what they needed.
Tanqueray made the first move by climbing out of the front seat and into the back. She heard the lock click as she got in position, only to meet Finest climbing over the seats to join her. With the dark windows up, the car was hot as hell in that backseat. But it didn’t match the instant heat of their bodies meeting in intercourse.
His hardness jumped through the front of his shorts as she hiked the dressed up to expose her nakedness. After the nice shower at the hotel she had no clean undies to put on, but no matter, Mr. Sinclair enjoyed watching her slide into that dress without underwear. He was a strange bird.
The memory had caused her wetness to come. Maybe Mr. Sinclair had turned her on. Who knew?
At any rate, Finest was reaping the benefits. He entered her without hesitation, seething through his teeth as if he’d been waiting for just this moment. The first stroke was slow and good, and then, as if remembering where they were, he went for it.
Tanqueray was diggin’ it. He was hard and rough, and she loved it. He came quickly but stayed inside her, humping her again until she came. He could be addictive, she thought.
Jerking slightly as he withdrew from her, he looked at her with intensity in his eyes. He too had been hooked, she could tell. She was turned all the way on.
Moving up in the seat, she grabbed his hardness and pulled it into her mouth like a Popsicle. He yelped in surprise, either at her talent or the sensation. Either way, Tanqueray was gonna show him something.
Finest pulled her hair as she sucked him with intent, using both hands to claw at his ass while he thrust himself forward. His pace increased, but she wasn’t ready for a mouthful. She didn’t know him like that.
She pulled off and quickly maneuvered herself, giving him full access to her backside, and he entered her violently, stroking quickly and pulling at her breasts.
Finest whimpered like a virgin, until finally his release came, hot and steady. He pumped it until he was dry, and his limp member slid from inside her. “We done messed up your pretty dress,” he whispered.
After climbing back in the front seat, they drove to Dub Dub’s, where Finest went inside and bought some cocaine. This time they drove to West End High School, since it was darker there than in front of Kashawna’s building, and snorted it up. Tanqueray figured he must have gone to this school, because he seemed to know that the cops wouldn’t be patrolling here.
They fucked slow this time. Tanqueray even let him rub his hard dick between her butt cheeks, with a hint and promise of a visit in the near future. She wasn’t into anal sex, but shit, Finest could have that ass if he wanted it. Nigga could lay the pipe, fo’ sho!
They kissed liked old lovers, talking while smacking on each other’s lips, talking love language and shit. He sucked on her breasts and licked her up and down, visiting the gold mine with his tongue, and bringing her to orgasm over and over. Never had Omar been this good.
When Finest rose up, he was hard again. Tanqueray was sprung on his rod. She treated him to her talented mouth again.
There was something innocent about him that just turned her smooth on. He acted hard, and maybe he was, but sexually, he was like a little boy, crying out when she sucked him off. It was as if nobody had ever done that to him before.
She grabbed his hips and pulled him closer, taking him nearly to the shaft. She was good at it. He was thick and hard. Juicy too. His stuff was salty, and she tongued him so he could taste himself.
Finest flipped. He was so turned on, she could have sworn he was turned out. He pushed her back and shoved his dick in her so hard, she thought he would bust something. He nutted again and then ate her out, as if he just wanted to taste his stuff some more. She didn’t care. It was all good.
Before it was all over, she’d come three times, and he’d come twice, once in her mouth. Yeah, she was sprung fo’ sho off this nigga.
“Where you want me to drop you?” he asked, sounding spent and full.
“Drop me where you picked me up,” she said, trying to remember the directions. She was just as twisted-up as he seemed to be.
He pulled over in front of the complex and let her out. “I wanna see you tomorrow.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” she answered, sauntering away from the car.
“Sugar,” he called from the window and pulled off, screeching the tires of the SUV.
Tanqueray hoped nobody would come out and shoo her off for making so much noise so late. She quickly started for Unique’s place, which wasn’t that far away, but with these damned shoes, it seemed like miles.
Unique
Unique had tried all night to talk to Marquis, but he wasn’t having it. Not after she’d finally gotten a hold of Curtis and did nothing but beg him to come over. She felt stupid after he refused. As she sat at the table contemplating her life, her dreams, and the untouched birthday cake from Wednesday night, she dug in her bag for Derrick’s card.
Just then the doorbell rang, and was followed by knocking. It resembled the cops’ approach. Unique wasn’t anticipating their visit, so it startled her. Had Marquis gone out and she hadn’t noticed or heard him?
She raced through the living room to answer the door and saw that Marquis was on the sofa, deep into a video game. “Who is it?” she barked at him.
Marquis shrugged, continuing with the simulated car chase.
“Open the door!”
Unique pulled the door open when she heard Tanqueray’s voice and more banging. “Girl, where you been?”
“What happened to the house? Where is Sinc—?”
“She’s here. Where have you been?”
“You, bioootch!” Sinclair growled, suddenly appearing from the bedroom. She pulled the large gown that she slept in up on her narrow shoulders and slid the falling wide sleeves up to her elbows.
Unique couldn’t tell if Sinclair was excited to see Tanqueray, or angry.
“This is all your fault!” Sinclair rushed through the living room, picking up the first thing within reach on her way, a nearly empty can of blackberry soda that Marquis had used to float his ice cream, and threw it at Tanqueray.
Tanqueray managed to block it, but burgundy droplets from the can stained all over her beautiful, semen-smelling designer gown. Tanqueray’s lip’s tightened and twisted, and she shook her arms, as if drenched with the liquid.
Cammie and Gina, who had both come from the room, covered their mouths and ducked their heads, amused by the sight.
“Sinclair!” Unique screamed.
Tanqueray wiped her dry face with the back of her hands.
“Tanqueray, it’s just drops. Let me get a paper towel.”
“Do you know how much this dress cost? I’m gonna beat your ass!” Tanqueray, murder in her eyes, threw the shoes down on the floor and went after Sinclair.
The commotion caught Marquis’ attention. “Ooooh!” he yelped, ducking his lunging aunt, not losing a beat on his game.
Sinclair clearly knew what was coming next but didn’t stand there to wait for it. She broke running, screaming loudly as she tore through the small apartment, with a heated Tanqueray on her tail. Both girls jumped over children, furniture, and video games, screaming and cussing at each other as they ran around and around the living room, one in pursuit, the other in retreat.
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p; “I’m gonna kill you!” Tanqueray barely missed Sinclair and hit the quickly locking door of Unique’s bedroom instead, behind which Sinclair slid.
Marquis looked up from his game as if nothing had gone on over and around him. “Why you barefoot, Aunt Tang?”
“Don’t you worry about it! I don’t need my shoes to beat her head.” Tanqueray kicked the door, cracking the old wood.
Unique yelled at the top of her lungs, “I know you didn’t just break my door! Y’all can’t come up in here fighting and shit! I live quiet!”
Tanqueray laughed at Unique’s comment. And Unique could hear Sinclair laughing now too. They were all together again, for better or worse. Right now, Unique wasn’t sure whether it was the former or the latter.
“So what happened to the checks?” Unique asked, playing mediator after Sinclair came from the room, and they had promised not to fight anymore.
“I told you, there wasn’t any checks,” Tanqueray insisted. “The letter came last month that said the checks weren’t gonna come anymore. Debonair needed to recert, and obviously he didn’t,” she answered animatedly.
“You’re lying. I didn’t see any letters from the county.”
“Look, you lil’ heiffa, there wasn’t any checks. I wasn’t about to go down to that welfare office and humiliate myself for no few measly dollars.”
“Then who was paying for things?” Unique asked. “Debs been gone a long time.”
“He gave her money,” Sinclair growled. “He told me he did. She fucked it off.”
“You don’t know shit. Deb didn’t give me shit, with his punk ass. He didn’t leave me nothing but debt. I had to come up with the rent and bills and all that myself.”
“Where you get money?” Unique asked, cautiously. She knew Omar wasn’t no good. There was no way that pimp would just hand money over to her to take care of her family. And if she was holding out on him, he was gonna be coming after her soon.
“I’ve been hustling Omar’s ass,” Tanqueray answered, “stealing his shit to pay yo’ shit. Which is why I’m not there now.”
Great! More trouble! Unique thought to herself. Everybody wanted something. Gold Mouth wanted money, and now a pimp would be showing up demanding even more money.
“And about that . . . tell me something,” Sinclair began. “Tell me why you running around in a party dress in the West End without your shoes on!” Sinclair burst into laughter.
Unique could tell that Sinclair believed what Tanqueray had told her. It seemed that the war was over, allowing them to move on to more important things.
“I wasn’t running around. I had gone by to see you”—Suddenly Tanqueray’s face twisted in disturbance. Her eyes widened in shock, she looked at Unique. “What the hell happened to the house?” she asked, her voice high-pitched.
“It got blown up by some guy with a mouth full of gold,” Sinclair said. “He threw a grenade. Oh my God! It was so scary, Tang. It was like we were in Europe or some shit like that. He just like threw it like, Blam! Talking about, give me my money and all that.” Sinclair put on an ugly face, trying to imitate Gold Mouth.
“Mouth full of gold? Don’t know nobody around here wear fronts like that, ’cept—Lawd, please tell me Deb wasn’t messing with that maniac!”
“Who?”
“I don’t even want to say.” Tanqueray stood.
Unique felt nervous. Tanqueray looked truly upset at who Gold Mouth might be. “Well, can we talk to him,” Unique asked. “Reason?”
“You can’t talk to that fool. He’s crazy. And you said he had a grenade? Oh my God!” Tanqueray sighed, rubbing her head. “We just need to get the money. It’s just that simple.”
Unique then noticed a light bruise on Tanqueray’s forehead, and how messed up she looked. Where had she been? What on earth had happened to her? Had Omar beaten her up? Raped her? She smelled of sex too.
“Did he say how much?” Tanqueray asked Sinclair.
“No,” Sinclair answered, her tone quivering a bit as well.
“Then we need to go down to that jail and ask Deb. What a fool he is, getting involved with that guy. I tol’ him.” Tanqueray smacked her lips.
“You wanna clean up?” Unique asked.
Tanqueray then looked around and then down at herself, suddenly realizing how dirty she was or how she might have smelled. “Yeah, I’ma need to clean up some, and grab some shut-eye before I go to see Deb tomorrow . . . because we can’t wait on this.”
Tanqueray was sounding less than feminine now, all her girlie looks gone now. She looked almost like a soldier standing there in a raggedy designer gown. Yeah, it was raggedy, as far as Unique was concerned.
“Tanqueray, where have you really been?” Unique asked, again taking a cautious tone. “I’ve been calling you for days. Where is Omar?”
Tanqueray shifted her weight from one leg to the other and folded her arms tight. She’d been fighting memories for a minute, and now Unique was forcing her to think about her situation.
“Me and Omar are going through a rough patch. Like I said, he figured out I was taking money from him and—”
“Rough. Looks like he drug you through the mud.” Unique touched Sinclair’s hand to silence her. Tanqueray smacked her lips and walked away from the table. “Give me something to change into, Nique. I’ma take a shower and go to bed. Got things to do tomorrow.”
Sinclair whispered, “Better give her some panties you don’t need no more.”
Sinclair
Sinclair didn’t sleep well at all after thinking about what Tanqueray had implied last night. She was torn between thinking Tanqueray was lying and just being dramatic, or telling the truth about them being in danger. Sleeping on the floor yet another night was the pits too, so all in all, it was a crappy night. She hadn’t even dreamed about Finest the way she had planned to do.
She couldn’t wait to move back into Mama’s house. How much could it cost? Maybe she could just get some friends to rebuild it. She’d seen church people throw up a church in a weekend. Why not? Something good had to happen.
Lying on the floor for a few extra minutes, listening to all the breathing coming from the bed, Sinclair was amazed that all those bodies could be comfortable in one bed. Hey, those are her babies, so they all must be comfortable up under her that way, Sinclair thought. I’m not thinking of having me no children, fo’ sho. If I woke up pregnant tomorrow . . . Sinclair’s thoughts stopped there.
Being a virgin and pregnant within the same thought just didn’t warrant her brainpower. Gathering the large robe around her, she got to her feet and shuffled out of the room into the living room. Tanqueray was already up and in the bathroom. She’d had the girl’s room, with only Cammie as a companion. How did she rate?
Sinclair knocked on the bathroom door. “Tang, I gotta get in there. I gotta go to work.”
The door opened, and Tanqueray looked beyond worn-out.
“Work? Where you working?”
“Me and Malcolm work together for—”
“Oh, like a little summer job. Well, you gonna have to wrap your mind around something bigger than that.”
Already Tanqueray was getting bossy.
Tanqueray turned back to the mirror, dotting Unique’s foundation on the dark spot that looked like a bruise on her forehead, but the color didn’t match. The darker-colored foundation stood off in bright contrast to her cinnamon complexion.
Sinclair had never really noticed how much darker Unique was than Tanqueray. She knew she had a different father, for sure. With her light skin and green eyes, that was more than obvious, but now Sinclair suddenly noticed the differences between Unique and Tanqueray too. But they are only nine months apart. Surely, they have the same father, right?
“It’s a real job.” Sinclair moved into the bathroom to take a pee. She didn’t care that Tanqueray was in there, but it would have been nicer if she would get out.
“Yeah, well, I don’t call collecting soda cans a job. But let me let you get r
eady for werrrrrrk.”
Tanqueray applied another coat of Unique’s lip gloss. She’d combed her hair in a cute style, since all her hairpieces were still at Omar’s, apparently, and the one she had was all jacked up. She’d taken it out, and it was now in the trash receptacle.
Tall and thin, with little bitty titties that men seemed to like a lot, biggo lips, and thick hair, Tanqueray looked good, but Sinclair wasn’t going to tell her that.
Speaking of Omar, Sinclair didn’t believe for one minute they were having a rough patch. It was obvious Omar had kicked Ms. Tanqueray to the curb. If it was even remotely true that he’d been giving her money to pay for the upkeep of the house, then he’d gotten tired of it. And if she had stolen it, like she said, he would’ve beaten her up worse than that knot on her head for sure. Something bigger than that had gone on. Sinclair was sure of it. But, no matter, Tanqueray was here now and could help with the more important things, like Mama’s house. Oh, and this Gold Mouth situation.
Interestingly enough however, Tanqueray did seem to be getting ready to go somewhere. Maybe she really was going to see Deb today.
“Where you going?” Sinclair asked.
“I’m going to get my shit.”
“Excuse me?” Sinclair washed her hands and picked up her toothbrush.
“You heard me. I’m going to Omar’s to get my stuff. It’s worth a lot of money, and it’s all mine.”
“So that’s why you were running around in the dark, showing up over here all high and shit. You looked horrible last night—like a hooker.”
“Thanks for that compliment, lovey.” Tanqueray rolled her eyes. “But, no, and it’s none of your business where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing, none of your business at all. But since curiosity got cho cat, I’m on my way to get my shit from Omar’s right now. We’ve broken up, and just as in any relationship, I have a right to what’s mines. You wanna come with me?”
“Why you want me to come?” Sinclair’s tone gave away her suspicion that Tanqueray might be in some real trouble. She spat out the toothpaste, rinsed her mouth, and took a comb through her thick, bushy hair.
