He kept smoking the blunt.
I removed my robe, stood in front of him, and snatched the blunt out of his mouth. I hit it twice, and then got on my knees. “You haven’t answered yet, Javier. Do you disagree?”
He mumbled, “No.”
I stood up and led him to my bedroom. He undressed without me asking. While he was undressing, I hit record on my surveillance camera, and then lay on the bed.
“You sure you want to fuck me, Javier? What about Christina?”
He laid me back on the bed. “Fuck, Christina. She just my baby mama. I don’t give a fuck about her. Can I lick that pussy?”
I agreed and spread my legs. His head was on point. There was no sucking involved. He licked my pearl tongue about 200 times in a minute.
When he was done, he kissed my body from my pearl tongue to my belly button, and then licked me from my belly button to my nipples. I reached under my pillow and handed him a condom. I didn’t get to look at the size of his dick, but by the feel, he had about seven inches to give.
His stroke was slow and deep. He kissed me all over my neck with every stroke. Once thirty minutes went by, I had enough of his slow pace and decided to speed things up. Javier hesitated to get on his back, which let me know that was his weak spot and he would more than likely nut soon, which was fine with me.
To get full revenge, I had to treat it like a full-time job and not look for pleasure. I sat on his dick and moved as fast up and down as I could. That was the first time in my life I heard him speak Spanish. He yelled, “Ooooooo, Dios mio,” which meant “oh my God,” and then he nutted.
As he went to wash up in my bathroom, I hit stop on the video. I had gotten all the footage of Christina’s baby daddy that I needed.
When he was done, he attempted to get back in the bed with me. That’s when I reminded him of our agreement.
“No, Javier, it’s time for you to go, baby. Remember what I said. All I want from you is sex. Maybe we can do it again another day if you want.”
He looked disappointed but agreed. That was one down and two to go.
* * *
When I went to work Monday, Stephanie had good news for me. She had signed us up for an intern program with the California State University, Northridge, otherwise known as CSUN. This would allow undergrads the opportunity to get real-world work experience while giving us a few hours of unpaid labor.
The first two interns would be arriving next week and would be working twenty hours a week for two months. At the end of their stay, we would type letters of recommendation and send them away with a thank-you check. This was Stephanie’s idea.
She handed me both of their background checks. I didn’t read them over besides their names, Erika Soto and Brian Hasty. I made two employee folders for them and locked them in my file cabinet.
This was Stephanie’s first senior accountant project that she was fully in charge of. I advised all three of my senior accountants that I expected one project that bettered or gave back to the community or young kids a year, and this was Stephanie’s.
Robin Dyer had suggested we adopt a youth baseball team who we would sponsor by purchasing all the equipment they needed. I agreed to it, and now we have a first-place trophy and team picture in our lobby.
Zach Markova, my other senior, suggested we feed the homeless during Thanksgiving, and that worked well too. We set up tables and chairs at the Los Angeles mission and fed about 800 people. Yes, it was more expensive than sponsoring a team, but we could write it off during tax time as charitable contributions.
Stephanie’s was the first cost-free idea that allowed everyone to win. The school could continue providing an internship, the students could gain on-the-job experience, and we gained free laborers. Stephanie was still my full-time secretary. Getting an intern to do her secretarial work would be a pleasure for her.
I knew she hated working both jobs, but there was no one else qualified to handle my things but her. She handled both my business and personal affairs. She had even scheduled a trip for me and Big Ant to Las Vegas for the weekend in two weeks.
I knew Ant liked to shoot dice. I had her call and tell him I wanted to go to Vegas and I didn’t want to be alone. She asked if he would join me. He answered yes; then she transferred him to me.
“This is Savannah,” I said, when I answered the call.
“Hey, you had your secretary set up a gambling trip for us?”
Trying to sound believable, I replied, “Yes, Anthony. I’m still adjusting to being home and wanted to go to Vegas. Keisha and the girls are not up to speed when it comes to shooting dice, and you’re the only person I know who would make a great gambling mate. Plus, I was hoping to catch up with you in private. No one would have to know about our little trip but us. As a matter of fact, with you having a child by Melinda, that may be the best way to keep it—just between you and me.”
There was a time when we were younger when I had written Big Ant a letter telling him I liked him. He had turned me down because I was Memphis’s little sister, and they were best friends. The years had destroyed their friendship. My father told me Ant and Memphis had gone as far as fighting in the backyard a few years back, so he should have no reason to turn me down now.
“Yeah, Savannah, that’s cool, and it would be best if we kept it between us. You know how Melinda’s crazy ass is, and I know she’s your friend.”
I almost blew it by correcting him on that “friend” comment. Those bitches were not my friends. But I had to keep everybody thinking that they were until I got my revenge.
“Hey, before I get back to work, do you remember that letter I wrote you?” I wanted to give him a heads-up that this trip would not strictly be for gambling. I wanted to make sure he understood me before I wasted three days with him.
“It ran across my mind once your secretary invited me. I’m going to make up for turning you down back then. I’ll see you in two weeks.”
My plans were in motion, and my last prey was Tyrone. It would take more than a smile to convince him, though. Tyrone knew I had been hanging around with Keisha because she was using his car to meet up with me. If I was going to start working on Tyrone’s ass, I needed to start now.
I took the rest of the day off since my senior accountants had everything under control, and I headed to my daddy’s house.
Keisha told me she had to go to the Department of Human Services and recertify. She also said that would be an all-day process, and she would have his car. Not risking the chance of getting caught talking to Tyrone, I called her to see what she was doing just to know her location.
“Girl, I’m at this damn county building waiting to see my worker about my food stamps. This motherfucka is packed too. I missed my twelve o’clock appointment, but she said she would squeeze me in around three, so I’m just waiting on her with TJ’s bad ass. Why? What’s up?”
I still had a lot of work to do, so keeping things friendly became mandatory. “Soon as you leave there, call me so we can take TJ to Chuck E. Cheese. I got business to handle later, so call me soon as you see your worker.” She agreed and gave me a second meeting with Tyrone today.
“Savannah, can you do me a favor? Can you take TJ to Tyrone after we leave Chuck E. Cheese, please? I met this cute-ass security guard, and we got plans to meet up about seven. I asked Tyrone to have his mama keep TJ because I know his sorry ass ain’t gon’ watch him. Savannah, I’m in love with a dog, girl.”
She was referencing Tyrone when she said dog, but what was she considered? She was about to go fuck and suck a security guard she had just met. I’m not pointing fingers, but she ain’t the one to talk like I’m not.
“Yes, I will drop him off. That will give me time to see my daddy.” We ended the call, and I approached Tyrone’s dope spot, which was on a crate behind the liquor store.
“Hey, Tyrone, have you seen Keisha?” I hadn’t thought out a plan yet, but it was too late to withdraw my question.
“Naw, I ain’t seen her ass.
She said she had to do something about her food stamps and TJ was going too. I know I need my car.”
I almost forgot she was in his car. She was going to go meet up with the security guard without even trying to bring Tyrone his car. What if he had to go somewhere? “Was there somewhere you needed to go? Or something you had to do?” What a perfect unplanned plan. I would chauffeur him as long as it wasn’t drug-related.
“I ain’t ate since nine this morning, and it’s almost two. I’m hungry. Why? Are you volunteering to let me ride with you to get me something to eat?”
I walked closer to him so I wouldn’t announce the next words to anyone that may have been listening. “As long as you leave your work behind, I’ll take you wherever you need to go. I have two hours free.”
Tyrone told me to meet him at his mama’s house in ten minutes, and then walked down the alley. As I was walking back to my car, Javier was coming out of the store.
“What are you doing back there?”
I felt busted, but before I could answer, he kept talking.
“I’ve been texting you. Are you not getting my messages?”
That was a question I was prepared to answer. “No, I haven’t had time to pay my cell phone bill. I’ll do it tonight. Text me around eight.”
I was using my Nextel phone because I had really forgotten to pay my T-Mobile bill, and that was the number I had given everybody at the park except for Keisha. I gave her my business line. I needed her to be able to contact me at all times.
“You got a T-Mobile, right?”
I answered, “Yes.”
He confirmed my number, and then said, “I’m going to go pay it now. I can’t wait until eight. I’m trying to see you at eight, if you know what I mean.”
I knew exactly what he meant, and I agreed to the meeting because the last videotape I recorded of us fucking was so dark it was hard to recognize him except for his hair. I needed a clear shot, which meant I needed to keep the lights on. My bill was $340, so if he paid that in full, he deserved another ride.
Tyrone’s mother was on the porch when I pulled up. She waved at my car, and then started screaming at Tyrone to come out. We had talked at the barbeque so there wasn’t a need to go catch up with her now.
Tyrone jumped in my car. “Take me to M&Ms by the mall. I got a hunger for soul food.” He handed me twenty dollars for gas. I told him I would give it to TJ tonight when I took him to Chuck E. Cheese.
“So, what’s up with you and Keisha being all close and shit? I know y’all were buddies as kids, but she used to dog yo’ ass, and now you came back balling with a good-ass job, and you treat her like she ain’t done shit to you. You went to the South and got saved or something, huh?”
He was smarter than I thought. “No, silly, I didn’t go get saved. We were kids then. Now if she pulls that shit on me as an adult, it will be handled differently than I handled it back then. I just believe in karma, and whatever she has done to me or anybody, she’ll get it back.”
I turned my head as I got on the 110 freeway. Tyrone laid his seat back some, and then continued talking.
“Well, I don’t believe in karma. I believe in fate. She has done a lot of people dirty and has suffered no consequences for it. So, karma is not coming her way. I think she’ll have to face fate on the shit she’s done.”
I urged him to elaborate, since he had me interested. “So, you think she may be killed or something?” I tried to sound concerned and not excited.
“It could be death; it could be AIDS. She could end up paralyzed from the waist down. What I’m saying is with karma, if you treat somebody bad, you will be treated badly back. You still have the chance to treat somebody good so you can be treated well. With fate, there isn’t a chance given to fix fate. Once you are sentenced by fate, it’s a life sentence. You feel me?”
It seems to me Tyrone had put some real thought into karma and fate. He must have had time while he was in jail.
“I like how you just broke that down to me. Guess you are more than a basketball player and drug dealer.” I licked my lips and cut my eyes at him.
“Yeah, there’s a lot I can do, and if you gave me a chance to show you, I’d make you a believer.” He unlocked the door and started getting out. “Savannah, don’t act like your country ass don’t want nothing. Come in. I know it was all that corn bread you was eating down there that got your ass so fat.”
I did want some greens and peach cobbler if they had some. I had lived in Georgia for the last ten years, and I missed the food. We sat in a booth in the back alone so we could continue our conversation, which he seemed eager to do.
“So, how did your man feel when you told him you were moving back to California? Don’t start talking shit to me to me like you did Christina. I can tell by your hips and thighs you getting dick.”
He took a bite into his smothered chicken. Something about Tyrone made me want to be real with him as much as I could without giving him insight on my plan of revenge.
“I wouldn’t call him my man. We just did our thing time to time. To be real with you, he went to jail, so I didn’t have to tell him shit. He lived with his baby mama. That was her responsibility.”
Tyrone looked as if he saw a ghost. “Damn, no more good girl, I see.” We both laughed a little.
“No more good girl. The way I see it, if I want to sample someone’s goods, then I should be free to have them. I’m not the marriage type, nor do I want kids. No offense, but I’m not a Keisha, Christina, or Melinda. I don’t fuck just because I can when I’m bored, or when I’m paid to. I do it when it’s a need or if it becomes a desire. Do you understand me?” Looking at his face, I could see he understood completely.
“Keisha is my baby mama, that’s all. I knew she was a ho before I fucked her. I didn’t try to get her pregnant. TJ was an accident, but DNA said he was my accident. She had five niggas from the hood tested at the same time. All of them left with a smile on their faces but me. You don’t have to apologize for calling her a ho. I do every day.”
On the ride back, Keisha called me. I told Tyrone it was her calling, and he said, “Don’t tell her we together.” She was done and was ready to meet me at my daddy’s house. I told her to go straight to Chuck E. Cheese, and I would meet her there. I dropped Tyrone off and headed straight to Bell. I would get to see him when I dropped TJ off tonight.
When I made it to Chuck E. Cheese, I wasn’t surprised when she had the security guard in the car with her. “Girl, we decided to go out to eat in Pasadena and see a movie. You don’t mind keeping him alone, do you? Just drop him off to his daddy when he’s done. Oh, and he ran out of diapers too. I’ll pay you back next time I see you. Thank you, Savannah.”
Her flashlight cop was breaking his neck to check me out. What a loser. I told her I would take TJ to get diapers first, and then to a different Chuck E. Cheese. She pulled off without even saying bye to her child. She was a sorry-ass mother. I can point fingers on this one because I gave my child away when I knew I wasn’t going to be a good mother.
She kept her child, yet put him off on everybody to get a steady income from the government while she continued living her life. That was wrong of her, and TJ would grow up hating her for it.
Keisha was helpful in more ways than one, however. I went to Sam’s Club, bought a box of bulk diapers, and drove them to Tyrone, who was sitting outside on his mama’s porch. He was so damned sexy.
“TJ, what are you doing, boy? You can’t be bringing your pretty women around me, man.” He grabbed the diapers and baby from me.
“We’re headed to Chuck E. Cheese, but he didn’t have any diapers, so I bought some and decided to drop them off over here before we left.”
Tyrone was pissed. “That bitch always sending my son off to somebody with no diapers. He soaking wet. Come in while I change his clothes.”
Ms. Maple’s house looked the same. She still had everything wrapped in plastic. As a kid, I would get stuck to her couch or leave with a water stain o
n my back.
Ms. Maple and my daddy played spades together at least twice a week. I spent many hours with Tyrone, Memphis, and their friends. That’s how my crush on Big Ant started, over at Ms. Maple’s house. I don’t care what time of day it was. She was always cooking something.
“I got a pot of greens on in there, Savannah. If you were missing some Southern cooking, you should have told me to fix you some. You know I’m from Louisiana. It will be ready around seven o’clock, so you come back, you hear? I’m going to make you some real peach cobbler too.”
There was no turning her down, either. “Yes, ma’am, I’ll be back with your grandson by then. I’m taking him to Chuck E. Cheese.”
She smiled, and then took him from his daddy. “Take his daddy with you too. He needs to get away from here. All he does is walk the streets. Get him out of my face, please.”
“Thank you, Ms. Maple. You heard your mama, Tyrone. Let’s head out before it gets too late.”
I honestly had a great time with Tyrone and TJ. Tyrone was a great father. Keisha didn’t see that because she was too busy living her own life.
When I dropped them off, Tyrone ran in the house with TJ and came back with my plate of food and peach cobbler. It smelled so good. Once he handed me the plates, I heard the words I wanted to hear flow with ease out of Tyrone’s mouth.
“Ay, Savannah, from our conversation earlier... If you ever need it, I got it for you.”
I played dumb. “Need what, Tyrone?”
He looked over his shoulder, and then down the street. “If you ever need some dick, I got you covered.”
How straightforward. No jive with it. “Tyrone, I don’t think you can handle my needs.” I turned my back to him and got back into my car, smiling ear to ear. He was a man with an ego . . . of course, attached to his dick.
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