Single Ladies 5&6

by Blake Karrington

  “Give it to me daddy,” Falisha whined, poking her ass out and arching her back a little, so that Lamar had a clear shot of it

  Lamar grabbed her ass, spread her ass cheeks apart, and pushed the rest of his long, hard, thick black dick within her soft wet box. Falisha continued biting down on the towel.

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  Sanniyya sat in her high chair playing with the cereal Tammy gave her to snack on while she finished cleaning the kitchen. Tammy felt a little better being home with the kids and knowing that they were safe. It was always a blessing to have friends like Kim and Falisha to be there when she needed them.

  “Mommy!” Anthony yelled, running into the kitchen with her cell phone in his hand. “My Daddy want you,” he said with a big smile on his face as he passed her the phone.

  Tammy almost regretted showing Anthony how to accept his call. Tammy took a deep breath as she put the phone to her ear. Ever since Darious had dropped her off, he had occupied her mind. There was a time she looked forward to Chris’s call, but now she wanted the battery in the phone to die

  “Wassup,” Tammy said with a bit of attitude.

  “What happened to my visit today?” Chris asked. He only had a couple of minutes left on the call, the phones would be turned off at 9:30, and it was 9:27. He knew that there was no time to start an argument with Tammy. He wouldn’t get any answers from her in that short period of time.

  “Look, you know I work, and I slept in today. I will bring them next weekend or whenever I get the chance.”

  “Whenever you get a chance?” Chris asked with an attitude.

  He bit down on his lower lip before he said something else. She was talking reckless, and if he had his way, he would have reached through the phone and punched her in the mouth. He felt his blood pressure rise, he breathing became labored and he slammed the phone down. He stared at the wall, and swore it was turning red.

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  As Kim walked into Ms. D’s room, Falisha and Lamar exited the bathroom. Lamar zipping his pants, and Falisha smoothing her hair. Falisha smirked at Kim, who placed the flowers in the empty vase beside Ms. D’s bed. Seeing the two of them adjusting their clothes and hair, Kim knew that they had just had sex. Kim disguised her hurt and played it cool.

  “Wassup, girl. How long have you been here?” Falisha asked, walking over to Ms. D’s bedside.

  Falisha knew exactly what she was doing when she took Lamar into the bathroom. Kim had texted her that she was downstairs just before she pulled Lamar in the bathroom. She wanted Kim to walk in and catch them in the act, but for some damn reason it took her longer to get to the room. Falisha’s plan still worked, because Kim caught enough of it.

  “I just walked through the door. How long has she been asleep?” Kim asked, sitting on the other side of Ms. D’s bed.

  “Not long!” Ms. D said, cracking her eyes open and cutting them over at Lamar and Falisha. “Y’all two are a mess,” she said shaking her head, letting them know that she heard them in the bathroom.

  Kim glared at Falisha, who smiled deviously at her, while Lamar looked down, and then at Ms. D before walking towards the door. He did not want to make eye contact with Kim, but before he could reach the door, Falisha jumped in front of him. She smiled and kissed him. Lamar didn’t pull away, and returned her kiss before exiting the room. Falisha smiled to herself as she watched the door close.

  She turned around and smirked at Kim. “What?” Falisha said, shrugging as she walked back over to her seat.

  “Sit yo crazy ass down, girl,” Ms. D said. “And you better had cleaned up in there.”

  “Yes ma’am, I did. I made sure nothing went to waste.” Falisha responded.

  Kim shook her head. “That is all you got to offer? It gets old after a while.” Kim said, putting away her compact.

  “Maybe in the world you live in,” Falisha shot back. “Instead of hating on me, you should be trying to get ya weight up. You’ll never keep a man at the rate you’re going,” she said, rolling her eyes at Kim.

  Ms. D looked back and forthbetween the two women. “What da hell is going on between you two?”

  Neither woman spoke.

  Ms. D shook her head. “I know y’all not even trying to get at each other about no nigga. You been friends for as long as I can remember. Friendship, unlike dick, should always come first. These dudes out here run through y’all girls for a minute, and then they on to the next. Then what you left with?”

  Normally, Falisha and Kim would listen to Ms. D’s advice, but this time it was different. They didn’t want to admit it to each other, but their feelings were heavily involved. Kim had love for Lamar, but Falisha was in-love with Lamar, and that was a big difference. And the crazy part about it was, Lamar had love for both of them, almost equally for that matter.

  One thing Ms. D knew for sure, was that if Falisha and Kim continued to go down the road they were on, things would get ugly, real fast.

  Chapter 4

  Ever since Darious stopped working at the store, it had been super boring for Tammy at work. Her new co-worker was a female who could barely speak English. The limited conversations they had were primarily about work, and nothing else. Tammy sighed as she thought of Darious. She missed his humor, which made her workday enjoyable, and passed the time. However, she knew that him moving on to his new job at Charlotte Medical Center was a good look.

  “Yo, I’m bringing all this shit back,” a voice yelled from the other side of the counter, startling Tammy whose back was turned.

  When she turned around, she was relieved that it was Darious standing there with his fist over his mouth, laughing at her. “You was scared as shit,” he laughed.

  “Shut up,” Tammy said, reaching over the counter and punching him in his arm. “What are you doing here anyway?” she asked.

  “I got off early today, and I figured I’d take you to lunch. I already talked to ya boss, so you good.” He said and smiled.

  Tammy cleaned up her workstation and let her co-worker know that she was going on her lunch break. She wasted no time taking off with Darious. She only had a half hour, so they walked across the street to McDonald’s.

  “Yo, I need to talk to you about something,” Darious said, taking a seat in the booth with Tammy.

  “Ut oh. That don’t sound good,” she said and took a bite of her burger.

  Darious smiled, assuring her that it wasn’t bad at all. He just had something that he needed to get off his chest before it killed him.

  “I’m in love with you, Tammy,” he said, looking into her eyes.

  The burger that Tammy was chewing on seemed to expand in her mouth. She grabbed her Sprite to help wash it down.

  “I don’t, well wow,” Tammy had a hard putting her words together.

  Darious smiled and took her hand.

  “Every night that I get home from work and walk through the front door, I be hoping that you’re there sitting on the couch waiting for me. It takes me every bit of an hour to get to sleep once I’m in the bed, because I can’t stop thinking of you, and wondering if you’re thinking about me. I think about all the ways I wanna make you happy and try not to do anything that would make you unhappy.” Darious said.

  Hearing the sincerity in his voice, Tammy felt warm all over. She was feeling something for him too, but she wasn’t sure it was love just yet. He made her feel incredible. It had been so long since she’d felt adored, and protected. He had given her the resources to provide for her kids, made sure everything was straight, and had the bedroom game beyond incredible. Everything he had just expressed mirrored what she felt about him as well. She checked her watch; thirty minutes seemed like only five at the moment.

  “Can we talk about this later?” Tammy said, touching Darious’ face. “I gotta get back to work, but I definitely want to talk about this.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I will call you later,” Darious said, taking a sip of his soda.

  “We ca
n talk at my house. Come by tonight around 9:00,” Tammy told him.

  Inviting Darious to her home was a huge step. She had never allowed any other man to walk across the threshold other than Chris. She took a few more bites of her burger, and placed the rest on the tray.

  “I guess I need to get back over there.”

  Darious took the tray to the trashcan and extended his arm to Tammy. “Yeah, I guess so. You sure about me coming over?”

  Tammy shook her head and kissed his cheek. “I’m sure.” Tammy said, and then kissed his lips.

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  Ralphy pulled up to the block, jumped out of the Range Rover and dapped all his homies that were standing out there. Being back in the hood had never felt better, and now that he was back on dope-boy status, the hood was loving him once again.

  Killing Dre had made the decision to get back in the game easy. Catching that body brought back memories of the power he had held back in the day in the streets. Scoop had looked out for him by giving him a couple of ounces of heroin on the strength of his game. Like a chick seeing her man after his bid, the streets had welcomed him back. Once he got the taste of what it felt like to pull down them stacks, Ralphy had not looked back

  “Damn, big homie, what it do?” Scoop said as he walked out the store to meet Ralphy.

  “Ain’t shit, lil nigga. Business as usual,” Ralphy responded, letting Scoop know that he was there to pick up his money.

  “Damn Play-boy, I hate when you talk to me like that. I’m starting to feel like you treatin’ me like the rest of these niggas out here. Don’t forget who got you back in the game, home-boy,” Scoop said walking over to his car and grabbing the small back pack from out of his back seat.

  Scoop might have said it in a joking way, but he was serious about what he said. When Ralphy got back in the game, he stepped on the gas and rose over his peers in a very short period of time. Ralphy’s street hustle was that of a Princeton scholar, which pushed him above the rest.

  Ringo Street use to be Scoop’s, but now it was Ralphy who was supplying the block. He had also picked up Thomas Road, Belmont Avenue and the Academy Projects. Scoop knew firsthand, how Ralphy could kill, and destroy people who stood in his way. So for now, he could only stand down, and submit to his take over. Ralphy grabbed the backpack and headed back to his SUV.

  “Yo, what up wit homeboy?” one of Scoop’s hommies asked as he watched Ralphy pull out of the parking lot. He stared at the truck, he had heard the way the dude had spoken to Scoop, and found his tone to be arrogant. “That nigga think his shit don’t stank,” the youngin’ said, taking a pull off his black.

  “Yeah well, the rise of some folks can make then think they can’t ever fall.” Scoop said before walking back inside his store.

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  Chris waited in line in front of his counselor’s office to get inside, so that he could make a social phone call unmonitored. What he had to say couldn’t be said over the regular inmate phones, because someone was always listening. Here in the counselor’s office, anybody could say whatever they want freely without worrying about it coming back and biting them in the ass. Talking reckless on a fed phone can get a nigga a whole new indictment.

  When Chris finally got into the office and was approved for the call, the only person he wanted to call was his little brother, Outlaw. When it came down to Chris, Outlaw would do just about anything for his big brother. Outlaw wasn’t sweet by a long shot, at the young age of 19, he had half the neighborhood scared of him, and the other half respected his G.

  “Wasuup lil bro,” Chris said into the phone when Outlaw picked up. “My counselor gave me a phone call,” he told him, letting Outlaw know that the line was secure. “Yo, I need you to take care of something for me,” Chris said, lowering his voice some so the counselor wouldn’t hear him.

  “Yeah, whatever you need big bro. Just let me know.”

  “Yo, I think my baby mom got a nigga around my kids. I need you to swing through the block and see what it do,” Chris instructed.

  “Say no more. I’m on top of it like yesterday. You good bro, Imma put some money on ya books when I get off the phone wit ya.” Outlaw said.

  “Nah bro, I’m good. I just need you to take care of that situation for me,” Chris said, looking back at the counselor.

  He hung up and nodded to his counselor. Just like that, he had taken care of whoever was trying to be in Tammy’s bed and around his kids. Outlaw would take care of it quickly, and without questions.

  Chapter 5

  Lisa walked down the hallway towards Naomi’s room. It was quiet, so Lisa knew that Naomi was either playing in Lisa’s make-up or she was asleep. She slowly opened the door to see Naomi fast asleep, dressed in one her new outfits with her backpack on. Lisa laughed at how adorable she looked, and ran to her room, grabbed the phone and snapped a couple of pictures.

  “This will come in handy in a few years,” Lisa said to herself. She placed the phone in her pocket and began pulling off Naomi’s shoes and removing the backpack. As she placed it on the bed, she noticed a cell phone on the side of the backpack. She pulled it out, and swiped the screen. The wallpaper on the phone was a picture of Naomi and Ralphy. Lisa turned the phone over.

  “Galaxy 4?” she whispered to herself. She looked at the photo again, it appeared that they were at an amusement park, but it wasn’t the local one. Ralphy was standing behind Naomi smiling and pointing to the camera. Seeing the two of them together brought up memories of the three of them. She sighed and undressed Naomi down to a t-shirt and panties. She pulled the covers up over her and kissed her cheek.

  Before turning out the light, she noticed a laptop at the foot of Naomi’s bed. He had really taken Naomi on a shopping spree.

  “What did you do, Lisa?” she asked herself as she watched Naomi sleep.

  Everyday, Lisa kicked herself for tearing her family apart. She hated sleeping alone, her heart ached for her husband, and at times, the pain was so intense she had actually thought about suicide. Naomi’s face would enter her mind, and save her from committing something so stupid. She looked at Naomi’s phone, she wanted to put it down, but curiosity took over. She swiped through the pictures on the phone. Ralphy and Naomi smiled at her from each one. She went to contacts and saw Ralphy’s phone number under My Daddy, in Naomi’s contact list. She stared at the number with her finger hovering over the call icon. She thought better of it. After all, what would she say to him? He would probably hang up as soon as he heard her voice anyway. She laid back on the bed with Naomi and took a photo of the two of them. She attached it to a text message and typed, I miss my family. She hit send and then cuddled up with her daughter for the night.

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  Darious parked his Charger on the street, a few houses down from Tammy’s due to the orange cones and blue flags in front of her house. The city was working on the water line, and the asphalt had been torn up. He began walking towards her house, not paying much attention to the two hooded men standing at the stop sign smoking. He pulled his cell phone out and called Tammy to let her know he was outside. Tammy told him she would be heading downstairs to open the door for him. When he got to her building, he called again, to let her know that he was outside.

  Darious was oblivious to the two hooded men. Outlaw and his boy, Ratchet, had been waiting all day to see if anybody showed up to Chris’s house. Outlaw recognized the white charger from when Tammy had dropped the kids off at his Mama’s house a few times.

  “You ready, lil nigga?” Outlaw asked, pulling out a black Glock 9mm.

  Ratchet reached in his waist and pulled out his back automatic .45 and cocked a bullet in the chamber. Neither one of the men said another word as they both proceeded to walk towards Tammy’s house with their guns out.

  As Darious approached Tammy’s house, he noticed the men walking quickly towards him with guns drawn. His heart began to pound; he couldn’t see the men’s faces, but he could clea
rly see their guns. He froze at the front door, bracing himself for what was to come. He held his breath as they got closer. He felt the wind on his back as Tammy opened the door, but he didn’t look away from the approaching guns.

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  Lamar rolled the cock ring to the base of his dick, and then stuffed it in his G-string. He looked at himself from the side and was satisfied with his member’s appearance. The harder and bigger the bulge, the bigger the tips.

  “Yo, you’re up,” Chip, the manager of the club walked in and told Lamar.

  Lamar put the rest of his outfit on and headed for the stage. It was ladies night, so he didn’t have to drink alcohol the way he had to in order to perform in front of the gay community. He was on a natural high and his game face was on.

  Lamar stood behind the curtain, waiting for the MC to introduce him. He popped his neck and stretched. After a few moments, he realized that it was quiet on the other side of the curtain. He peeked out and noticed the silhouette of a woman sitting in the chair on the stage, but he couldn’t make out the face from where he was standing. He looked out in the club, and no one was there, no servers, security or DJ. He walked closer to the woman in the chair, and realized it was Kim. Lamar laughed and exhaled.

  Kim knew the owner of the club, and she had decided to call in a favor. She worked for a law firm that had represented the owner, Moose, in a tax evasion case. She had put together the motions needed to get his case dismissed. When she called him, he didn’t hesitate to oblige her request to give her the club for the first thirty minutes.

  “What you doing, Kim?” Lamar asked, looking out into the empty club.

  “I came to see you dance,” she said seductively, tossing twenty dollar bills at him.

  “How am I going to dance without any music?”

  Kim raised her hand, and Lil Wayne’s “Lollipop” song rushed through the speakers. Lamar looked at Kim as she uncrossed and crossed her legs.