Secrets of a Side Bitch

by Jessica Watkins

  “It’s a girl.”

  Though I didn’t care either way, I burst out in tears knowing that it was a girl.

  Omari held my hand tightly with one hand while wrapping his other around my head and kissing my cheek over and over again.

  “Dahlia Rose,” I uttered in amazement.

  “Oh my God,” slipped from Omari’s lips in a whisper as he stared at his daughter. I was in pleasant shock, gazing at the monitor with a mixture of fear and joy. It was the most amazing feeling to lay eyes on something that I thought I would never have in my life. But as I lay there continuing to feel undeniable pain in my cervix, I was horrified by a premonition that this would be the closest I would come to seeing our baby.

  Omari

  Aeysha had preeclampsia and an incompetent cervix. The doctor put her on strict bed rest until she went into labor. Except for going to the bathroom or a quick shower, she had to lie down.

  That meant that outside of work, I had to be her little errand boy, which she was super cool with. I was cool with it too, especially after seeing my little girl on that monitor.

  “What up, Capone? My bad. I been meaning to call you back all day. I had a pretty hectic one.”

  Capone answered, “You ain’t the only one.”

  As I drove towards Chinese Kitchen to get Aeysha something to eat, I braced myself for the bullshit.

  “Ching got arrested today. The lil’ dip sleeping over at his crib called Black’s phone at like nine o’clock this morning. They snatched him up at the crib this morning.”

  My head started to spin so fast that I got dizzy. I felt faint as I pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall.

  “Has he been able to make a phone call?”

  “Yea, he called Black about an hour ago.”

  “They charge him yet?”

  “Yea. First-degree murder.”

  “Damn. They had evidence?!”

  “Apparently, they found the whip he was riding in. He tried to get somebody to burn it up and leave it in Michigan somewhere. There was DNA in the trunk.”

  Fuck.

  “What did he say when he talked to Black?”

  “Shit, a lot. He pissed off. Thinking niggas snitchin’. He didn’t say who…”

  “But me and you both know who he think snitched.”

  As I hung up with Capone, I forced myself to shake the uneasy feeling that was making my head spin. I had to get it together. There wasn’t shit I could do but wait, like a sitting duck, to see if I was ever tied to that murder or if Ching was going to retaliate against me for “snitching”.

  Luckily, Aeysha’s order was ready, so I was in and out and back in front of the crib within ten minutes. I just wanted to be in the crib up under both of my babies. That day had been full of a lot of unusual emotions.

  I was worn the fuck out and just wanted to sleep.

  “So you can’t answer my calls?”

  Eboni’s voice was like nails on a gawd damn chalkboard. Reluctantly, I turned around to see her sitting on her couch in her bra panties through her cracked front door.

  I tried to joke and play it off. “Man, why is you sitting there with the door open like that?”

  She stood up from the couch and walked towards the front door seductively. “Waiting on you to come back with Aeysha’s food.”

  Daringly she entered the small hallway in her underwear. Luckily, the security door was solid, so nobody could see through it.

  “Man, what the fuck is you doin’?” I was whispering but my words came out harshly as Eboni walked towards me. Once again, she had me cornered on the stairs.

  “C’mon, baby. Give me that dick,” she begged as she reached into my pants. It was hard for me to fight her with a liter of pop in one hand and Aeysha’s dinner in the other.

  I sat the food down and grabbed her shoulders while continuing to whisper. “Eboni, you trippin’!”

  But she kept reaching into my pants with a smile on her face. “She can’t even get out of the bed, Omari. You’re straight.”

  “So!”

  Then she actually yelled. “WHY NOT?!”

  I damn near shitted bricks when Eboni got loud. I looked at her questioningly, like I couldn’t believe she would really do this as she looked at me with a smile on her face.

  In response, she folded her arms and looked at me with an expression on her face that dared me to try her.

  I left the food on the stairs and followed Eboni into the house. I was so sick of being treated like a punk bitch. Between her and Ching, I felt like it was time I showed a motherfucka what it was. Ching was locked up, so I couldn’t prove shit to that nigga. But Eboni was about to feel the wrath for both of them.

  I threw her on the couch on her back, pulled my dick out of my pants and got on top of her, anchoring myself with one leg placed firmly on the floor. I put my hands over her mouth and I slid my dick into her already wet pussy. I couldn’t believe she was already wet, like it turned her on to do this shit.

  With both of my hands over her mouth, I fucked the living dawg shit out that girl. If dick was what she wanted, dick was what she got.

  Her moans and screamed were muffled into my hand as she clawed at my back. I saw tears in her eyes, but I knew that it was because it was hurting so good. As I made deep penetrating circular motions, I could make out that she was saying, “Oh my God,” over and over again.

  “Oh your God what?” I was talking shit threateningly while now stroking her deep, long, and fast. “You wanted this dick, right?”

  She nodded her head eagerly, like a puppy.

  Every now and then, I would look back at the door to make sure that nobody was coming. But I was about to cum. No matter how much this bitch got on my nerves, the feeling of wet pussy on my dick was amazing.

  SIXTEEN

  SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26, 2013

  Aeysha

  Eboni was out of breath as she entered my bedroom.

  “Whoo! Coming up and down them stairs hurt like a motherfucka!”

  She had a plate of food in her hand that I eagerly took from her. Eboni had been such a big help since I got put on bed rest. Since I couldn’t work, Omari was taking all of the overtime he could get at UPS, so Aeysha was the only person close by that could help me when needed.

  “I’m sorry, girl,” I told her as I started digging into the omelet she made me. “I won’t bother you anymore. Omari is only working a little over time this morning, so he should be home soon.”

  “Umph,” she replied with a smirk as she sat at the foot of the bed.

  “What’s that face for?”

  “How you know he doin’ overtime?”

  “Because he said he was,” I replied obviously. “Why would he lie?”

  Eboni laughed. “Why wouldn’t he? Girl, he lie all the time. Don’t let that baby make you forget.”

  I rolled my eyes behind her back. This was typical shit bitches did when a woman was trying to enjoy her happiness. I was sure that Eboni was just trying to be a friend, helping me maintain my composure and not get lost in the clouds. I knew Omari wasn’t perfect though. Trying to enjoy my happiness didn’t have anything to do with me suddenly forgetting all the bullshit he use to be on.

  “I haven’t forgotten a damn thing. I know good and gawd damn well what my man is capable of.”

  “Well, long as you know,” she replied, casually flipping through a Victoria’s Secret magazine.

  “But as long as he keep doing what he been doin’, which is holding down this family and keeping his bullshit to a minimum, I’m good. I haven’t had any issues out of Omari in a minute, so I’m not about to sit here and dwell on it. I just want to enjoy my pregnancy as much as I can.”

  Eboni sighed heavily. “You’re right,” she replied turning towards me. “You should definitely enjoy your pregnancy.” Then she softly rubbed my belly with a smile. “So, how does it feel being preggers finally?”

  The biggest smile spread across my face.

  Eboni rolled her
eyes playfully. “You’re such a lame.”

  “Of course you would think I’m a lame. Getting pregnant isn’t hard for you, so it’s no big deal. You get pregnant if a nigga sneeze on you.”

  Laughing, Eboni nodded. “This is true. Very true.”

  “Girl, I never thought I could have a baby. You know how it feels to love a man with all of your heart, but you can’t give him what every other bitch in the world can? I felt like less of a woman.” I stopped myself to keep from crying. Just talking about it still hurt.

  “Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore!” Eboni was trying to lighten the mood, and I appreciated it. By the grace of God I didn’t have to relive those ill feelings anymore.

  Omari

  A week after Ching was arrested, he had a bail hearing. I didn’t go of course. Since Ching was on that bullshit, I really didn’t give a fuck about being there. The only thing I cared about was whether this nigga really thought I was a trick.

  Since even Black and Bert had begun to distance themselves from me, I figured he did.

  Capone went though. Afterwards, we met up for a bite to eat out west at Macarthur’s.

  “They didn’t even give that nigga bail.”

  When Capone told me that, I wasn’t surprised. Regardless of the governor being on top of the whole case, very few people got bail when being charged with first-degree murder.

  “Them dics been fucking with you, man?”

  I shook my head while smashing some dressing and gravy. Macarthur’s was the most popular soul food restaurant in the Chi. My plate was full of fried chicken, catfish steaks, macaroni and cheese, greens, yams, and cornbread.

  Looking at me curiously as I smashed, Capone asked, “Man, you high or something?”

  “Naw, nigga. I’m hungry.”

  “Aw, man. You got the pregnancy symptoms. That’s cute.”

  Capone was high as hell his damn self. That’s why he felt like he was a fucking comedian all of a sudden.

  “Fuck you, dawg. Don’t ever say shit is cute about me. That’s gay.”

  “Your eyes gray tho, fam.”

  “Anyway, nigga! Naw the dics ain’t on me, man.”

  Finally, Capone got serious. “I can’t see Ching snitchin’.”

  “With the way that nigga been actin’, there’s no tellin’.”

  I could hear my text message sound notification going off in my pocket. I knew it was Simone saying some ol’ nasty shit to me. I hadn’t seen her since Tammy’s funeral. If I wasn’t at work, I was at the crib with Aeysha with not even a chance to pick up the phone to see how she was doing. That day, I knew exactly how she was doing though. She was horny as fuck. Every text message she sent was telling me what she wanted to do to me, or what she wanted me to do to her, and she was even sending pictures of herself naked in all these raunchy ass poses and positions.

  I didn’t mind putting her in a few positions my damn self. Now that Aeysha was on bed rest, that pussy was off limits completely. Besides being forced to fuck Eboni’s nasty ass every now and then, I was stuck beating off in the bathroom.

  I would have given anything to fuck something that I wanted to that was pretty, tight, and willing.

  “Let me ask you something,” I told Capone as I sat my fork down. “You think I snitched?”

  I needed to know. Bert and Black were flunkies. They did whatever the fuck Ching said do. I didn’t even really know them niggas. But I fucked with Capone, so I wanted to know.

  “Naw, dawg,” he answered.

  “Seriously.”

  “I wouldn’t even be here with you if I did. Ching trippin’. He spazzin’, man. When it’s all said and done, he’ll realize that you didn’t snitch.”

  I just sat there quietly. In my heart, I honestly didn’t believe that shit. Niggas didn’t like snitches. If Ching was going to trial, I knew he felt like I could possibly testify against him to keep myself out of jail, if it ever came to that, especially since he already thought I was singing.

  “So what we gone do, dawg?”

  I was lost. I looked at Capone curiously. “Do about what?”

  “Work. Bread. The block.”

  “Man, I told you, I ain’t fuckin’ with Ching no more.”

  “Who said anything about Ching? That nigga gone be gone for a real long time. Eventually the lil’ work on the block gone run out and then what?”

  “What Black and Bert talkin’ about?”

  “Ching probably gone try to run shit from the county for a minute. So you know Black and Bert waitin’ on word from Ching.”

  “You not?”

  Capone sat back while pushing his plate away. “Naw. I’m not. I’m tired of being on the block. I want to run my own shit.”

  I just sat there looking at him, waiting to see what the fuck I had to do with any of it.

  Then he told me, “You’re my only line to the connect. You got a good rep with him. You been working on them drops and shipments. He fucks with you. So let’s do this.”

  “Lets?”

  “Yea, nigga, let’s. Me and you. I got niggas out south waiting on work right now.”

  “So you don’t need me then.”

  “I need your money.”

  I was crackin’ up laughing. “Oh that’s what I got to do with it.”

  “I got my own bread, but I need more to cop the amount of weight that I have to in order to fuck with Ching’s connect.” When I sat there needing more convincing, Capone gave me some. “You said you was through with Ching. But are you through gettin’ money?”

  Money was definitely running low. After putting the down payment on the house in Riverdale, furnishing it, and preparing to move, my stash was dwindling. I realized that once we moved and the baby came, I was going to be right back in the position I was in a few months ago; broke, but now without a nigga like Ching to borrow from.

  “Man, I ain’t no street, nigga.” It was real easy for Capone to put this all together in his head because he knew that life inside and out. I had been forced into the shit. I was a nigga that made drops, but he was trying to put me on a whole nother level that I knew nothing about.

  Capone laughed in my face, came close and spoke in a much lower tone. “Nigga, you droppin’ bodies in lakes and pushin’ bricks. You ‘bout this life and you don’t even know it.”

  Simone

  As I frantically raced towards the door, I patted my hair to ensure that it was in place and rubbed my lips together to smooth out my lip gloss.

  Finally, after nearly two weeks, I’d broken Omari down and convinced him to come over.

  I opened the door and stood there damn near posing in a bright red thong and matching lace bra.

  I smiled seductively as I greeted him. “Hey you.”

  He looked me up and down slowly and admired my body. But he didn’t return my lust as he came in. “We need to talk.”

  Omari was walking quickly, as if he didn’t have much time.

  That annoyed me.

  I didn’t sit beside him on the couch. I sat on his lap instead, putting my soft perky titties right in front of him like lunch.

  He wasn’t paying them any attention though. But when he wrapped his arms around my waist, I knew that, no matter how bad he tried to resist, he wanted me.

  “Listen, Simone. You know that I have a girl, but we never talked about her.”

  Instantly, I rolled my eyes into the back of my head. I tried to leave his lap, but using his strength, he wouldn’t let me.

  “Why would I want to talk about her?”

  “You need to know. I wanna keep it real with you.”

  I didn’t need to know shit about that bitch. All I needed to know was that he was still willing to fuck with me. He had been trying to distance himself. I could tell that he was focusing on that little family. I was slowly reeling his ass in though, little by little. Despite his love for Aeysha, I could see in his eyes that he still wanted me.

  That’s all I needed to know.

  But I
shut up and let him talk.

  “She’s six months pregnant. I been with her for seven years. I love her…”

  I interrupted him by touching his locs. No matter what this man was saying to me, I was so totally fascinated by him that I didn’t care what was coming out of his mouth unless it had something to do with me. “But you like me, right?”

  “I do. I’m not even gone front.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  Looking dead into my eyes, he told me, “I’ll never leave her.”

  I gave him the same seriousness when I replied, “I didn’t ask you to.”

  As he sat stuck and confused, I took the opportunity to take his mind off of that bitch Aeysha and that runt. I slid down onto my knees and began to softly nibble at his dick through his cargo pants. When he let out a soft moan, I knew that the dick was mine.

  He helped me unzip his pants.

  I moaned seductively just seeing that beautiful erect piece of art staring back at me. “Ooo, I want that dick.”

  With every word I said, I could see his dick pulsating with excitement. He looked at me in awe of my eagerness to give myself to him.

  Omari reached down. When he softly wrapped his hand around my neck, I felt my pussy began to drip. It ran like an ocean as he guided me by the neck towards him.

  Once I was straddling him, he kissed me so aggressively that I thought he was mad at me. He squeezed my ass tightly and smacked it roughly.

  “Shit,” I moaned.

  Our faces were close. Our breath was intertwined. Our words merged together.

  “You want this dick, right?”

  “Yes, baby.” The lust was so thick that it was suffocating me. “I want it so bad.”

  “Show me.”

  His aggression was so fucking overpowering and irresistible. He already had my mind gone. But when he did shit like this, it made me obsessed.

  I hovered above him on my tiptoes.

  As I slid down his dick, he continued to threaten me erotically. “You betta give me all that pussy too.”