Kiss the Girls and Make Them Cry

by Brittani Williams

  “Damn, girl, look at you. I ain’t seen you glow this much since Roscoe gave you that diamond ring! Damn! That dick must be voodoo, ’cause he damn sure put a spell on you! I warned you about that nigga,” Malinda said. “Now that dick got you feening like a crackhead!”

  On the corner of Seventeenth and Spring Garden street

  Ricky pulled up in front of the Community College of Philadelphia and found an empty parking space. The street was full of students and teachers, all rushing to get to their morning classes. He looked out the window and noticed an attractive white woman standing in front of the large steps.

  “Who’s that?” Ricky asked as he pointed. Nicole looked at her brother and with a smile, said, “That’s Mrs. Langston.”

  “Damn! She’s fine!”

  “I told you she was pretty.”

  “What is she? She looks Spanish.”

  “She’s Italian,” Nicole said getting out of the car. Ricky got out of the car as well and followed behind Nicole. The woman saw them both walking toward her.

  “Hey, Mrs. Langston, this is my brother, Ricky,” Nicole said with a big smile.

  “How are you?” the woman asked, shaking Ricky’s hand.

  “I’m late for my first class. I’ll see you later, Ricky, and I’ll see you in class, Mrs. Langston,” Nicole said rushing off.

  Ricky stared into the beautiful woman’s green eyes.

  “So what do you like to be called?” he asked politely.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Victoria,” she said, blushing.

  “My sister told me that you’re Italian. Langston doesn’t sound Italian to me.”

  “That’s my husband’s last name. My maiden name is Victoria Marcello.”

  “Husband?”

  “Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?” Victoria asked seriously.

  “Not if you don’t.”

  “I came to one of your shows a few weeks ago, and I must say that I was very impressed with the way you dance,” Victoria said.

  “Thank you,” Ricky said smiling, eyeing her from head to toe.

  Victoria stood at five foot six and had long, silky black hair, green eyes, and a nice, petite body. Her pretty teeth were as white as snow, and her face was drop-dead gorgeous. She was a thirty-eight-year-old psychology professor, who had been working at the college for four years.

  “Nicole said that you wanted to meet me.”

  “Yes, I did. Like I said, I was very impressed with the way you dance. When I found out that Nicole was your younger sister, I told her that I would really like to meet you,” she said flashing a beautiful smile.

  “Lucky me.”

  “It can be,” she smiled. “So tell me, where did you get the name ‘Mr. Orgasm’?” she said flirtatiously.

  “I earned it,” he flirted back.

  “Is that so?” Victoria blushed.

  “Yes. And I do my very best to live up to my reputation,” Ricky said seriously. Victoria looked him up and down, liking everything she saw and heard.

  “Are you busy this Saturday, ‘Mr. Orgasm’?”

  “Not if you’re in need of my services.”

  “I see you are a very confident man.”

  “Very,” Ricky said, licking his lips. Victoria went into her purse and took out a small piece of paper.

  “This is my number and address. Call me.”

  Ricky took it, and then passed her his business card. “I’m sure you know, beautiful, that nothing in this world is free,” he expressed.

  Victoria looked into his serious eyes and smiled. “That’s just the way I like it. I’ll call you tonight, and we can discuss all the details,” she said, swishing away.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Lustful Eyes

  Later that morning,

  Tasker Home Projects, South Philly

  “Roscoe, I’ma get your money!” the man cried out.

  “Nigga, you been saying that for a whole week. Fuck, you think I’ma sucka?” Roscoe yelled, pointing his .45 at the scared man’s head.

  “Kill this motherfucker!” Damon yelled.

  “Please, man! Please,” the man cried.

  The man’s terrified girlfriend sat on the couch crying. Their one-year-old son was asleep inside his crib in the bedroom.

  “Please, man! Please, I’ll get your money later today! Just don’t kill me, man!” The man continued begging for his life.

  Roscoe kicked him in the stomach. Then he stood over his body as the man lay on the floor curled up in pain.

  “Please don’t hurt ’im!” his girlfriend tearfully shouted.

  “Bitch, shut the fuck up!” Damon said, pointing his 9 mm at her head.

  “Damon, go in there and kill that motherfucking baby! They think this is a joke?” Roscoe said.

  “No! Please, not my baby!” the girl stood up and screamed.

  “Please, Roscoe. What do you want? Just name it and you can have it. Just don’t hurt my son, man!” the man desperately pleaded.

  Damon stopped walking toward the bedroom and turned around. They had no intention on hurting the child. This was all a part of their devious plan.

  “Anything?” Roscoe asked.

  “Anything. Just don’t hurt my son. Please!”

  “Okay, then, Joe. Let me have her and we’ll call it a deal. Afterward, I’ll go my way, and you don’t owe me shit. We’ll be even!” Roscoe said.

  “Please, man! Not my girl. I’ll pay you all your money with interest,” Joe said in a scared voice.

  “Joe, just let me do it and get it over with!” the girl cried out.

  “Keisha, no!” Joe said.

  “Damon, I’m tired of playing with these two; go kill the kid!” Roscoe said in a serious tone.

  “No! I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Just don’t touch my baby!” Keisha begged.

  “Joe, it’s up to you. What’s it gonna be?” Roscoe asked.

  Joe lay on the floor crying and shaking his head. He was between a rock and a hard place.

  “Just you, right?” he muttered.

  “No, nigga! First me, then Damon. Then we’ll leave, and you won’t ever see us again,” Roscoe said.

  “Please, man. I’ll get you your money, Roscoe!” Joe said.

  “Joe, this is my last fucking time asking you. Your bitch’s pussy or your baby’s life!” Roscoe said angrily.

  “Okay, go ahead,” he muttered through falling tears.

  “What did you say?” Roscoe asked with a sly grin on his face.

  “Go ahead. Just go and get it over with!” Joe said softly, defeated.

  Roscoe looked over at Keisha and smiled. Keisha was a dark-skinned female with average looks, but she had a body out of this world. From the first moment Roscoe and Damon saw her body, they wanted to fuck her. That’s why they kept loan-sharking Joe’s money, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to pay it all back. Then they would have an excuse to go after his girl, Keisha.

  “Watch this bitch-ass nigga, Damon. If he moves, put a hole in his head,” Roscoe ordered, grabbing Keisha by her arm and walking her to the bedroom. When they entered the bedroom, the baby was still asleep inside the crib. Keisha went to shut the door, but Roscoe stopped her.

  “Leave it open.”

  Keisha shook her head and started undressing. Roscoe went into his jeans pocket and took out a condom. A confused look came to Keisha’s face. Right then, she realized that it was all a setup. She just wanted it all over with so she kept on undressing. When she had taken all of her clothes off, Roscoe just stared at her gorgeous black body. Keisha’s measurements were 40DD-26-38. He walked over to her, then slid down his jeans. His dick was rock hard. He slid the condom on and then pushed Keisha back onto the bed.

  “Please, let me just take my baby in the other room,” she pleaded.

  “The baby is fine!” Roscoe said climbing on top of her body and forcing his dick into her pussy.

  “Ahhh! Ohhh!” she grunted. Keisha tried to hold back her loud groans, but she couldn’
t. Roscoe had her legs up high in the air, stroking in and out of her pussy with all his force.

  “Ahhh! Yhhh! Ummm!” she moaned, cried out, and grunted all at once. Roscoe turned her around and started fucking her from behind.

  “Ohhh! Ummm!” Tears fell down her scared face. In the other room, Joe lay on the floor in tears. He could hear everything going on. The sexual sounds of his woman being fucked in the nest room had him losing his mind. Damon stood over him, smiling and pointing the loaded gun at his head.

  “Ahhh! God!” Keisha continued to cry out.

  Roscoe was so turned on that his dick didn’t go down after he had come in the condom. As he kept going, sweat dripped down his dark face. After he had finally finished, he threw the condom on the floor, then pulled up his jeans. Keisha was lying on the bed in tears, her pussy totally violated. When Roscoe left the room, Damon quickly walked in behind him. He was already turned on from hearing all of her moans and cries. Damon took a condom from out of his jeans and slid it on his already rock-hard dick.

  “Can you just wait one minute?” Keisha asked, holding her stomach.

  “Bitch, shut up!” Damon yelled, climbing on her body and ramming his dick inside of her. For the next thirty minutes, he fucked Keisha even more aggressively than Roscoe had.

  “Ohh! Ahhh!” Keisha yelled out in pain.

  When Roscoe and Damon finally left the apartment, Keisha had been brutally raped twice. Joe felt total humiliation. Their one-year-old child somehow was still sleeping peacefully.

  * * *

  While India was typing on her computer, she reached for her ringing cell phone. “Hello,” she said.

  “What’s up, pretty?” Ricky asked.

  “Hey, Ricky, did you get my message I left on your voice mail earlier?” India asked.

  “Yeah, I heard it, and I’ll be ready for my blind date with the lucky contest winner next Friday,” he said, walking out of the gym and getting in his car.

  “So what’s up, Ricky?”

  “Pretty, I need a big favor from you,” he said, pulling off down the street.

  “Anything,” India said quickly.

  “Girl, you better stop telling me ‘anything,’” Ricky said laughing.

  “Why? I mean it,” India said seriously.

  Ricky just laughed it off and said, “India, I wanted to ask you if you would mind taking Asia out this Saturday. She likes you a lot and—”

  “Yeah, I’ll go by your parents’ house and pick her up Saturday around ten,” India said, cutting him off in midspeech. “I love your beautiful little daughter. So, sure, she can hang out with me,” India said excited and with a big smile.

  “Thanks, India. How much do you want? I’ll pay you,” Ricky said driving his car down Belmont Avenue.

  “Ricky, you know you don’t have to pay me for taking your daughter out. Just don’t let my mother find out, that’s all. I don’t want to hear her mouth,” India said.

  “You got it. Just like the last time, it will only be between me and you.”

  “And Asia,” India added.

  “Yeah, and Asia too,” Ricky laughed. “Where’s Nancy?”

  “She’s upstairs knocked out.”

  “This time of the day?” Ricky asked shocked.

  “Yeah, she was out all night. She came in the house early this morning and went straight up into her bedroom and shut herself inside.”

  “The world is coming to an end. Nancy Robinson is not counting or collecting money. This can’t be real,” Ricky joked as they both starting laughing.

  “So you told Asia that you didn’t have a boyfriend, huh?” Ricky asked, quickly changing the subject.

  “She told you that?” India said, feeling a little embarrassed.

  “My baby tells me everything,” he said joking.

  “Well, it’s the truth.”

  “What happened to your little boyfriend you had from college?” Ricky asked, turning his BMW down City Line Avenue.

  “Too many headaches, too much stress, too much boy, not enough man!”

  “Sorry to hear that.”

  “Don’t be, ’cause I’m not!”

  “Don’t worry, a girl as pretty as you are won’t have a problem finding a boyfriend,” Ricky said teasing.

  “I’m not looking for any boyfriend, Ricky; I’m looking for a man! A husband! A soul mate,” India said seriously.

  “You’re too young to be thinking about all of that.”

  “Ricky, I told you before, I’m a full-grown woman. Ain’t nothing about me young.”

  “Is that right?”

  “That’s right!”

  “I hear you, pretty,” Ricky said with a smile.

  “And I hope I’m loud and clear,” India said into the phone.

  Chapter Eighteen

  A True Friend

  After Ricky finished talking to India, he checked all the other messages on his voice mail. He had over ten messages, all from different women. When he had heard the urgent message from his friend Carmen, he quickly called her and told her to meet him inside her building’s parking garage. When Ricky pulled into the garage, he saw Carmen standing next to her Mercedes. He pulled his car beside her, and she quickly got inside and shut the door.

  “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, looking into her face.

  “Ricky, this guy has been stalking me!” Carmen said, terrified.

  “What guy?” he asked, concerned.

  “Some guy I met one night down at Tower Records on South Street,” Carmen said. “At first, the guy seemed cool. That’s why I gave him my cell phone number. We went out once; he took me to dinner at Red Lobster. After dinner, we went back to his apartment to just chill. No sex. I just really wanted to chill; you know, watch a movie and just talk to each other. Anyway, while we were watching the movie, this guy falls asleep on the couch. I needed to use the bathroom, so I got up and walked down the hallway toward the bathroom.”

  “Then what happened?” Ricky asked, seeing the tears falling down Carmen’s face.

  “When I walked past his bedroom, I just happened to take a peek inside.” Carmen wiped her tears and shook her head.

  “Carmen, will you tell me what happened?” Ricky asked impatiently and frustrated.

  “Ricky, this sick motherfucker had pictures all over his bedroom of me naked. He had cut my head from out of magazines I had posed for and placed my head on naked women’s bodies. There were pictures of me all over the bedroom. Big ones, little ones, and they were all naked photos. I didn’t even get to use the bathroom. I just tiptoed my ass right past the guy while he was still sleeping. I went out the door, got in my car, and drove off.”

  “What’s this guy’s name?”

  “His name is Calvin, and he works down at the Tower Records.”

  “How long has this guy been stalking you?”

  “Just a few days. He called my cell phone over a hundred times yesterday and twenty-five times already this morning.

  “The nigga said he loves me. He said when I was a video model, that he was my number one fan.”

  “Does he know where you live?”

  “No. You’re the only person who knows where me and Hardrock live, but early this morning, I believe I saw Calvin inside his blue Maxima following me from the supermarket. I made sure I lost him before I came back home.”

  “Carmen, how do you keep getting yourself into situations like this? What if this crazy-ass nigga would’ve kidnapped you and held you hostage, or killed you in that house? So you haven’t contacted the police or anything, right?” Ricky asked concerned.

  “Ricky, I get tired of being stuck up in an apartment all day long, or hanging out with the same females all the time! I’m from New Jersey, and my man stays either on tour or is in some studio. I get lonely sometimes, and the only real friend I have is you. I haven’t called the police. It’s my fault that I’m in this mess, Ricky. I don’t want Hardrock to find out about this,” she cried.

  Ricky reached over and wi
ped Carmen’s tears from her face. “Carmen, you need to just slow down, shorty. You’re engaged to one of the most successful rap artists in the country. But you can’t keep meeting people and giving your number out to dudes because you ‘get lonely’ once in a while. Even if it is just to pass time. Do you even love Hardrock?”

  “I don’t know! I’m just so confused with everything right now,” she said softly.

  “Well, I’m telling you this, Carmen, if you don’t love the man, then don’t even play yourself or Hardrock and go through with the marriage. Many people make that mistake and end up regretting it in the long run. Look at all the signs first. Then, weigh all of your options before you say ‘I do.’ Carmen, if you think you’re hurting now, marriage to the wrong man will only destroy you,” he said seriously.

  “What if I told you that I love you?” Carmen said, staring into Ricky’s eyes.

  “I’m positive that you have some love for me, Carmen, but it’s not the love that you think it is. Our entire relationship has been based on sex. We don’t know each other on no other level but sexual. We don’t love each other, we lust each other. Most people who lust will lie to the people they really love just to keep on lusting.”

  Carmen sat there shaking her head. She knew everything that Ricky said was true. Ricky grabbed her hands. She looked deep into his serious eyes and started crying again.

  “Carmen, don’t worry about this guy Calvin. I’m gonna take care of everything. But from now on, shorty, I want you to start evaluating your life. You’re a very beautiful woman. Don’t let them niggas dog you or break you down, Carmen. And please don’t be the cause of your own downfall, because believe it or not, so many good women are.”

  Carmen leaned over and gave Ricky a long, warm hug. A part of her wanted to hold on forever and never let him go. Ricky was like no other man she had ever met, and one of the few men that truly cared about her well-being. Ricky took out his cell phone and dialed a number. A male answered on the second ring.