by Meesha Mink
I ain’t hatin’ so I keep on movin’ past them. Shit, I done gots plenty of ass in stairwells, parked cars, school bathrooms, and everywhere else since I first started fuckin’. Young buck can’t afford no hotel and if her hot ass willin’ to give it up then he better go for what he knows.
I’m just about to unlock the door and stroll into the apartment when the door across the hall from me opens. I look over my shoulder and my eyes get big as shit. What…the…fuck?
“What’s up wit you, Rhak?”
Polette, this fifty-year-old bitch lookin’ like she headed toward seventy fast as hell, is standin’ her whop-up ass in the doorway naked as fuck with a smile that shows her yellow-ass spacey teeth. Bitch mouth look like they filled up with open doors. And her body? I swallow hard to keep from throwin’ up at the sight of her saggy-ass titties and long-ass coochie and underarms hair. I know some bitches that can cornrow her shit. Her stomach is flabby as fuck and she one of them bitches with those drumstick legs all big at top and skinny as shit at the bottom. Her eyes are yellow and watery from all the liquor she be fuckin’ up and that played-out jheri curl is dry as fuck and gray as hell.
Is…this…bitch…crazy?
“Won’t you come on in here and get some of dis here pussy?” she says, her voice slurring like crazy. I can’t help but make a nasty-ass face when she kind of twirls her wide-ass hips. This the first time seein’ a bitch naked makes my dick get smaller like it’s tryna crawl up in me. For real.
“Bitch, please,” I tell her before I walk into the apartment and slam the motherfuckin’ door close behind me.
She been tryna holler at a nigga for a minute but she ain’t never come at me like this before. What the fuck made her oogly ass think a fine motherfucker like me would give her ass the time of day? I wouldn’t fuck that bitch with somebody else’s dick. Fuck that. I gots to do a peephole check before I leave this damn apartment ’cause I ain’t tryna to run up on that bullshit again.
I drop the box onto the peelin’ fake-ass leather couch and I head for what I know is waitin’ on me in the bedroom. The phone rings. Damn.
I snatch up the bright-ass pink cordless that feel and work just like the eight-dollar motherfucker that it is. “Whaddup?”
“You have a collect call from a correctional facility—”
Shaterica. I roll my eyes like a bitch as I punch the number one on the piece of shit phone so hard that the button stays pushed in. This bitch was taking a murder charge for me and the last thing I want is for her to tell the real, so damn right I take her calls. Especially since her sentencing was today and a nigga like me wanted to know just what the fuck all went on in court. It took a lot of sweet talk to convince her I should stay away for our plan to work. She ’bout a dumb ass.
“Hey, baby girl.”
“Hey, Rhakmon. How you doin’, baby?”
I flop down in the pleather armchair and feel the air from one of the cracks blow against the back of my damned leg. “Naw, fuck that, baby. It don’t matter how I’m doin’. Whaddup wit you? What happened? You a’ight?”
The line gets real quiet for a long time.
Uh oh. “You there, baby girl?”
“I don’t want to talk about it in here. Talk about something else. Anything fucking else.”
The bedroom swings open with a whinin’-ass squeak. I look up to see my new bitch Shay walking her thick ass over to me in a pair of striped coochie cutter shorts and a sports bra that didn’t do shit to hide her hard-ass nipples. I can tell from the look in her hazel eyes that she ready to fuck. Good, ’cause so am I.
“Uhm…” I try to think of some hood gossip to tell her but my mind goes blank as hell ’cause Shay stands between my open legs chewing on a piece of gum sexy as fuck as she looks down at me and works her shorts down over her hips. My dick gets hard at the sight of her fat-ass pussy with just a strip of hair runnin’ down the middle.
She’s my little secret. Just eighteen and ready to please this nigga. I met her when I was hustlin’ my bags downtown and for the last week her ass been right up in this apartment waitin’ for me to come and give her all this good dick. Young and dumb—just the way I like them. Who knows where she told her momma she was stayin’. Who knows and who gives a fuck.
“Rhak? Rhak?”
“Yeah?” I shake my head tryna get right as I watch Shay turn around and jiggle her smooth caramel ass in a million different directions. I forget all about Shaterica’s dumb ass.
Shay turns around again and massages her own titties as she drops down to her knees and flips her fake-ass ponytail over her shoulder. She winks at me as she brought up them hands and works my hard-ass dick out of my baggy shorts. The feel of her hot hands on my dick makes my fuckin’ heart jump in my chest and my ass get tight. Damn.
“Rhak!”
“Go ahead, I’m listening,” I say into the phone, distracted like a motherfucker cause Shay is licking me from my nuts to the tip of my thick dick. My legs shiverin’ like crazy.
“I said they gave me ten years.” Her voice is quiet and low. I barely hear her but I know she cryin’.
Shay’s jaw is caved in from suckin’ my dick so hard. If she keep up I’m a bust this nut right in her mouth. Fuck it. A nut is a nut.
“Hey, hold on one sec.” I push the cordless down in between the cushions of the sofa, not even waitin’ for her to answer.
“Toot that thing up, momma,” I tell her, grabbin’ her ponytail to pull her head back so that my dick is out her mouth.
She stands up and turns around again, reachin’ behind herself to grab my dick tight as hell. My lips circle as she lowers her pussy down onto it. Tattooed across her lower back are the words:
“Whose is it?”
Well, I don’t know whose it was last week but until I get tired of her ass, the pussy is mine. I bite my bottom lip and lift my hips up to push my dick up deeper inside of her ’til it feel like I’m tappin’ on the bottom of that pussy.
“Uhmmm,” she moans in the back of her throat before she grabs her knees and starts riding this dick backward. Her grind is slow and easy. Her pussy is tight and wet.
Damn!
I bring my hands up to squeeze her titties and I ain’t gone lie, this bitch had sweat poppin’ off my damn forehead and my heart was beatin’ so hard it felt like a motherfucker was squeezin’ my heart in his fuckin’ hand. Every time this chick worked her hips around her pussy would clamp down on my dick and then ease up and down on it like she milkin’ my shit.
I reach between her thick-ass legs with one hand and tease her wet clit. The deeper I put pressure on the motherfucker the more her body jerks, lettin’ this nigga know I’m on the right spot. The pussy gets wetter and hotter. So fuckin’ hot. I can feel every ridge of that pussy like a damn clamp.
Shee-it. I might be in fuckin’ love with this bitch.
Still on my dick she shoves my hands away and turns around to face me. She pushes me back against the couch and leans forward until her pussy lips are on the tip of my dick. Still chewin’ her gum like she got all day, she smiles and leans her head down to lick my mouth as she pops her hips. Her pussy is workin’ the tip of my dick.
I ain’t gone lie. That shit feels good as a motherfucker. She gone make me cum, and I know from the hot feel of her walls clutchin’ down on my dick that she gone cum, too. Good. The best nut in the world is when a nigga and his bitch cum together.
She guides one of her titties to my mouth and I circle my tongue around it. Her body shakes and shit and I know it feel good to her. So I do it again. And again. And again. Until she ridin’ me so hard that I’m scared this bitch gone stroke the fuck out.
I suck her tittie so hard that the whole motherfucker is in my mouth. It’s salty from our sweat but it tasted good as hell to me as my dick explodes a load of cum up inside her. Shee-it. My balls get tight as fuck and my thighs shakin’ like a bitch as I cum so hard that my guts hurt.
She gets up and drops to her knees to suck my hard dick like
she love the taste of my nut. My mouth opens and shit and I’m scared this bitch gone kill my ass as she works her lips and jaws like she hungry for my shit. And she keep goin’ until I ain’t got shit left to come out this motherfucker.
I don’t know who taught this bitch to fuck but I thank him like a motherfucker.
She sits back and smiles up at me, still chewin’ on that piece of gum. I feel like kissin’ this bitch since the fuck was so good, but not with all my cum drippin’ from her mouth and chin. “Yo, go wash up and let me finish this call,” I tell her. I ain’t barely got the energy to move and right now a nigga really just want to sleep.
She don’t say shit and hops right to her feet, grabs her shorts, and trots right into the bathroom like I told her.
I try to get my breathin’ and shit together as I dig down into the chair for the phone. I ain’t worryin’ about Shaterica overhearin’. You can barely hear shit on that cheap motherfucker when it’s to your ear.
“I’m back, baby,” I tell her ass as I fling my limp dick back inside my boxer shorts. The scent of Shay’s pussy is still in the air. Humph. I wish I could swallow that motherfucker.
“What you doin’?” Shaterica asks.
“Somebody was at the door.”
“Oh.”
The line went quiet for a minute before she speaks again. I’m fallin’ back and lettin’ her take the lead. I know that ten years is still on her mind.
“You know they tried to get me to admit I was lying about shooting him,” she says.
I frown. “But you stuck to the story?”
“Yeah, I told them he tried to carjack me. That’s why I got a manslaughter charge and not murder.”
“You did good, baby.” My voice is smooth as melted chocolate up in this piece. “You did real good for us.”
10
The Pimp
This father-knows-best shit is for the birds. Can’t a pimp get some peace in his own house? Ever since Corrine moved into my crib, it’s been like World War III up in that mutherfucka. It’s been little less than a month and Renee is still giving me the evil eye every time I roll up in the house, poppin’ off at the mouth whenever Corrine is in sight and downright being disrespectful 24/ 7. Hell, Destiny has been actin’ more like a stepmom than Renee’s selfish ass.
I’m doing all I can not to bitch-slap her back into line because I know most of this shit is about her being hurt.
But goddamn. Let the shit go. The girl is here now and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. So while she’s throwin’ a fit, tryna teach me a lesson by spendin’ up my cash, I decide to hang out at one of my lucrative adventures: Club Diamond.
Before you get it twisted, Club Diamond is not your regular run-of-the-mill strip joint. Everything I do, I do with class, and my club is the classiest spot up in the A-T-L.
I have the juiciest Georgia peaches ridin’ my poles and gettin’ niggas wet and makin’ it rain all day, every day. And if you’re one of the lucky mutherfuckas to get up in my VIP section, the rules are: There are no rules. Anything goes, baby. Your every fantasy is fulfilled.
Everyone who is anyone rolls up in here. From the latest rap stars to high profile politicians (using the back door, of course). My girls pop pussies and empty niggas’ wallets. Believe that.
Usually, I float through Diamonds once maybe twice a week, but with all the domestic drama I’m going through I’ve been here nearly every day just to get a little peace.
Tonight is no different. The crowd is definitely jumpin’ and filled to the max.
Just how I like it.
I’m sitting in my reserve seat in the VIP, casing the area and smiling at niggas that are getting private lap dances or gettin’ their dicks wet while stuffing hundred-dollar bills any and everywhere. I’m actually feeling pretty good.
“Mind if I join you?”
I glance to my right and I’m more than surprised to see Renee beaming down at me. I ain’t in the mood for her mouth.
“Please?” she adds. “I promise I’ll be good.”
I nod for her to take a seat.
She smiles and sits down. At thirty-seven, Renee still has a body as tight and as right as any Hollywood bitch walking the red carpet. The classy short number she selected to wear tonight gives me an immediate hard-on.
Within seconds of her sitting down, a waitress appears and places her favorite martini in front of her.
“What brings you out?” I ask, keepin’ my voice reserved.
“I came to apologize,” she says sweetly—a little too sweetly, if you want to know the truth. She’s up to something, but for peace, I’m willing to take a bite of whatever the hell she’s offering.
“I know I’ve been giving you hell this past month,” she says. “About your daughter,” she spat, as if it left some kind of foul taste in her mouth. “You know, I was thinking. We don’t really know whether she’s yours.”
I roll my eyes. “She’s mine, Renee. She has my eyes. And you know I used to hook up with Tracy on the regular.” It doesn’t bother me to throw up my infidelities to my wife. She knows how I get down just as I know how she gets down.
“Well, can’t we find her momma and give her back? We can hire a private dick or something.” She sulks.
“I thought you said that you were going to be nice?”
“I am being nice,” she says stonily. “I’m not screaming, am I?”
That much is true. “Look, Renee. She’s my daughter. She doesn’t have anywhere else to stay. I’m not going to just throw her out on the street. You can get that shit outcha head.” I draw a deep breath. This is exactly why my ass ain’t home right now. I’m tired of having this same damn argument with her.
“I don’t want her in my house,” she stresses through gritted teeth.
My eyebrows spring up at that shit. “Whose house? You better step back in line.” I lean over the table. “You know I don’t take orders from no mutherfucka—and that includes you. So check your tone and remember who the fuck you’re talking to,” I hiss. I’ve put up with enough of this bullshit. “She’s my daughter and I say she fuckin’ stays at my mutherfuckin’ crib as long as she wants. Are we clear?”
Renee’s expression changes from surprise to outrage. I’ve treated her like the queen bee for so long that she’s forgotten I can knock her off that throne at any mutherfuckin’ time.
“You’re actually gonna choose that li’l bitch over me?”
I don’t even remember thinkin’ about slappin’ her; I just react and feel the sting of her face meeting my hand. When her head snaps back, I allow a wave of satisfaction to wash over me.
“You got something else smart to say—or do you want everyone in this club to watch me beat your ass?” I ask. “Corrine is my daughter and she fuckin’ stays. End. Of. Story.”
Recovering, she glares at me and touches her now bleeding lip. After a few dabs of her cocktail napkin, she’s good as new.
“You two look like you may need a referee,” Destiny says, arriving at our table. She’s wearing a shimmering silver dress. As always there’s very little evidence to suggest that she is a he.
More fire leaps into Renee’s eyes.
I tell Destiny to have a seat before Renee tells her to go away.
Look. I’m not an idiot. I know my wife doesn’t exactly care for my relationship with Destiny. Sometimes I wonder if her anger isn’t more rooted to the fact that she herself is still attracted to Destiny aka Destin—my best friend who’d paid me his allowance to fuck her behind the school’s bleachers.
She probably thinks I’ve forgotten, but I remember how Destin used to tear that ass up and have her speakin’ in tongues.
“Don’t tell me that Little Miss Sunshine still have you two stressed out.”
“I wish you would stop calling her that,” I say, rollin’ my eyes and reaching for my own drink.
“What?” She shrugs. “I think it sort of suits her—at least the fake persona she running on you. I don’t buy that go
od-girl act she’s peddling. I think she has more of your personality than you realize.”
“Please. You don’t know anything about her.”
“Neither do you,” Destiny charges back. “The girl has been up in your house for the last month and you’ve barely said more than hi and bye to her. If you’re going to ignore the girl, you might as well just send her back to her momma.”
Renee’s eyes light up as she sets her drink down. “Well, I’ll be damned. Destin and I actually agree on something for a change.”
“Both of you can suck my dick.” I’m tired of this shit.
“I’ll be more than happy to. You wanna do it here or upstairs in your office?” Destiny asks.
I know she meant it as a joke, but my dick gets hard again at the very thought of a ménage à trois right about now. I indulge every now and then but the three of us haven’t gotten down together in a while.
“Ooh. What’s that sparkle in your eye?” Destiny asks, sliding her hand into my crotch. “Don’t tell me my favorite fantasy man has a fantasy of his own he’s not fulfilling.”
One side of my lips curls upward.
“Well, I’m game if you are,” Destiny says, perking up and then glancing over at Renee. “What about you?”
Renee hesitates.
“Or maybe you rather I have him all to myself tonight,” Destiny baits. “You know a fierce bitch like me can rock his world all by my damn self.”
Renee’s chin tilts upward. “Anything you can do, I can do better.”
When it came to me, they often turned very territorial. Fuck it. I love the attention.
“But I was in the middle of a private conversation with my husband,” Renee hisses.
