It was empty.
She sighed and walked quickly to Rodney’s room at the front of the house. Lisa had been sleeping in the guest room; however Rodney made it crystal clear that he wanted her tonight. She knocked on his door then took a step back nervously. Goosebumps erupted all over her arms as she watched the door swing open slowly.
Rodney stood there shirtless with crisp white boxers and black jeans. The jeans were loose and unfastened. He had to hold them up with one hand. He stepped back a few paces to let Lisa in. “I thought you were going to be in the shower all night.”
Lisa walked towards his king sized bed and shrugged. ‘What can I say? I like showers. Your water is hot and your pressure is strong. I really could have stayed in there all night.”
“I would have had to come in there and get you,” Rodney said closing and locking the door.
Lisa sat down on the bed and crossed her legs. “I don’t think I would have minded that.” She leaned back letting her breasts poke through the sheer nightgown. It was chilly in his room so her nipples were erect and straining against the thin material. She arched her back for maximum effect.
Rodney walked over to her rubbing the hard-on in his pants. “You are a beautiful little thing.”
“You think so?”
He dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed her nightgown up her thighs. “Oh, I’m certain of it.” He parted her legs and ran his tongue over her panties.
Lisa gripped the down comforter in a heady mix of fear and pleasure. He sucked the lace between surprisingly soft lips. His mustache and goatee grazed her skin and her legs began to tremble under his fingertips. Lisa’s head rolled back as he ripped the delicate lace seat of her panties and plunged his entire face into her wetness.
She looked up at the ceiling confused. I didn’t know… Oh my God… I didn’t expect it to feel… Every stroke of his tongue made shockwaves of pleasure travel up her spine.
“You taste so good.” He moaned while he tortured her with his mouth for a full five minutes.
Lisa’s eyes glazed over. Heat rose from her mid-section and spread out over her entire body.
Rodney traced the outside of her hole with his thumb before sticking it inside of her. He sucked her clit between his teeth and started to gently nibble on it.
“Oh my God,” Lisa hollered.
Rodney smiled as he watched her stomach muscles contract, and felt her walls tighten on his thumb. Her entire body began to fold in on itself, but he didn’t let her feel the full extent of her orgasm. He rose up off the floor, grabbing both of her feet. He brought her legs together and held them together by her ankles with one hand.
Lisa’s chest heaved as the realization of what was about to happen slammed into her. Shame warred with ecstasy as he rubbed his hard cock against her swollen clit.
Lisa hissed like a cat. “I’m not supposed to like it,” she said softly.
Rodney smiled. “And why is that?” he asked while pushing inside of her.
Lisa couldn’t answer him. Her ability to talk or think straight left as soon as he entered her.
He pushed inside of her until his hips pressed on the back of her thighs and she was filled with him. “Damn, girl. You too tight to be a ho for real.” Sweat dripped down his forehead as he pulled out slowly with a guttural moan. He repeated that motion until he could feel her adjust to his size, until he was slick with her juices. Until she stopped holding back, until she cried out freely, pushing her hips up to meet each thrust. Then he let her legs fall to her sides. He dropped down on top of her and slipped his hands under her back, gripping her shoulder and pulling her whole body down into his thrust.
Lisa screamed out until he covered his mouth with hers. Snaking his tongue in and out slowly until she returned his kiss fiercely sucking on his tongue and lips. She tasted herself on his tongue and it drove her insane.
Rodney began to speed up the pace. He rose up off of her, cupped her breast, and pinned her to the bed.
Lisa began to tremble as a deep orgasm erupted inside of her. She screamed again.
Rodney pulled out of her, backed up and jerked his dick until he came on the floor. He stumbled onto the bed beside Lisa and pulled her close to him. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Lisa nodded her head yes. But she wasn’t okay, she was confused. How can you feel so good and so bad at the same time? she wondered as tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
***
Begonia sat in the visiting room, alternating between cracking her knuckles and biting her nails. Her leg started to shake and she sat up straight in the chair forcing herself to be still. God, I need a cigarette, she thought as she cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders. She hadn’t slept well in the last couple days after she saw Daisy. She couldn’t get over the guilt of leaving her there without saying goodbye. Daisy could have gotten really sick and Begonia wouldn’t have known anything about it.
She closed her eyes and exhaled. This ain’t no time to have a pity party, Bee, get the fuck over it and move on. She looked around the visiting area at the few people gathered around to talk to the inmates and frowned. Violet, how did you get here? You don’t belong here. You belong in some sort of college studying and shit. I belong in here.
Violet came out the door and took a seat in the booth in front of her sister. She wore an orange jumpsuit. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail and her face looked like she’d been in a dogfight with some she-males.
They just sat there for a moment staring at each other. Violet picked up the phone and waited for Begonia to pick up her end.
Begonia couldn’t tear her eyes away from the bruises and cuts on her sister’s face. She forced a smile. “Now don’t you look pretty?”
Violet’s eyes watered but she returned her sister’s smile. “I know, right? I’m going to be a model when I grow up.”
Begonia laughed and wiped her own tears. “I can see that, you being a model and everything. You’d give Naomi Campbell a run for her money.” She scrubbed her face with her sleeve. “We’ll be rolling in the dough.”
Violet’s laughter quickly turned into loud sobs. She put her hand up on the window and put her head down. She was no longer able to look Begonia in the eye. “I’m so sorry, Bee.” She said. “I am so sorry.”
Begonia shook her head, and touched the glass over her sister’s hand. “Don’t do that, Violet. Look up at me. Look at me right now.”
Violet lifted her head as her tears flowed freely form her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and sank into her chair but she met her sister’s gaze and she held it.
“Good,” Begonia said nodding. “You listen to me. I am not mad at you, Violet. I love you, and we are going to get through this. You hear me?”
Violet nodded.
“Good, then let me hear you repeat it.”
Violet wiped her eyes and sat up in her chair. “We are going to get through it.”
“Damn straight,” Begonia said smiling. “Now tell me how are you doing? I mean, um, how’s the baby, and everything?”
Violet grabbed the phone wire and wrapped it around her finger. “The baby is gone.”
“What do you mean, the baby is gone? You had it already?”
“No, I didn’t have it. I got rid of it.”
Begonia said nothing. She just sat there looking at her sister and letting the pain of it all wash over her.
“You got rid of it, or whoever decorated your face got rid of it for you?”
Violet let go of the phone cord and brought her hand up to her busted lip. “This?” she shook her head. “No, the baby was gone before I got here.”
Begonia just nodded her head.
“You don’t know what he did to me. What he let his friends do. I co-couldn’t carry that b-ba…”
“Shhhhhh, don’t, Vy. You don’t have to explain it. It’s done. We don’t ever have to talk about it again.”
“How’s Daisy, doing?”
“She’s good, she’s getting
big.” Begonia pulled Daisy’s latest school picture out of her pocket and held it up to the glass.”
“Oh my God, Bee, she really is getting big.” Violet laughed. “She’s starting to look like Doreen.”
Begonia put the picture away and rolled her eyes. “Don’t remind me. She’s doing okay, though. She’s living in a foster home out Southwest Philly with some pretty cool people.”
“Oh yeah, and how many times have you broken in these cool people’s house?”
Begonia smirked. “Pretty much every night.”
Violet shook her head. “What about Doreen? How is our dear mother?”
“She gets her ass whooped just about daily in the crack houses she hangs in.”
“Same old mom.”
“Yup, dear old Doreen, the glass pipe is still her best friend.” Begonia traced her sister’s hand through the glass. “We gonna talk about your face or what?”
Violet put her head down. “I got your note. That Marshal guy, um, Mr. Thompson. He gave it to me before I was transferred.”
“Yeah, he’s a good dude. Now about your face?”
“Look, Bee, it’s a little rough in here, you know. This is a heavy duty prison facility. It’s not like I’m off in day camp or something.”
“Oh, okay, you’re right.” Begonia sniffed and leaned into the glass. “I got to go, Vy. I just came here to tell you that I love you. Tell you in person that I’m doing all I can to get you out of here. I don’t know how much we can trust Mr. Thompson, or the DA, but they’re all we got.” Begonia stood up from her chair. “These bitches in here keep fuckin’ with you. I get it. You’re young, pretty, and smart, all unforgivable sins in the ping. Then one day you wake up and realize that the grime of North Philly runs through your veins. You remember your name is Violet Brown and you go to war!” Begonia hung the phone up and left the room.
***
Lisa sat in the center of Rodney’s bed Indian style dressed in nothing but his pajama top. She was tired but she didn’t want to lie down and go to sleep. Her body was still tingling from their last encounter. She’d been with him for week and a half and he’d made love to her a dozen times in the last four days.
She was enjoying it.
Lisa felt as if she was the worst person on the planet. What the hell is wrong with me? How can I like sleeping with a person that does what he does? She leaned over and grabbed the phone off the nightstand and sat it on the bed in front of her. She started to pick up the phone but stopped abruptly, biting on her thumb she looked at the bedroom door. She rolled her eyes and slid off the bed. Opening the door she cleared her throat and hollered down the stairs.
“Yo, Rodney, are you using the phone?”
“Naw, babe, nobody’s on the phone.”
“Is it okay if I call my sister?”
“You can call whoever you want to.”
Lisa climbed back onto the bed, picked up the phone, and dialed Tabitha’s number.
Shanice answered the phone. “What’s up?”
“Hello, um, can I speak to Tabitha?”
“She’s not here, who’s calling?”
“Shanice is that you?”
“Lisa, what the hell is going on? You was supposed to call a few days ago. Mama Mabel is freaking out. You have to call her as soon as you get off the phone with me.”
“I will, I promise. What have y’all been telling her?”
“We told her that you were at some sort of McDonald’s convention. We got a couple of people at the restaurant to back it up. What took you so long to call? Are you okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“You don’t sound okay, Lisa, what the fuck is going on over there? Is he hurting you?”
“No, Shanice, he’s not hurting me, I’m okay, I swear.”
“Well, why did it take you so long to call us?”
Lisa hit the flash button on the receiver to make sure no one was on the other line. Satisfied, she hit the flash button again and spoke quickly.
“Lisa? Hello, Lisa?”
“I’m here.”
“Hey what happened? Where did you go?”
“I had to make sure the line was clear.”
“Is he hurting you?”
“No, I’m not hurt.”
“Something is wrong, Lisa. I can hear it in your voice. What is it, then? Wait, where’s his girlfriend? Is she fucking with you?”
“No, he sent her and three of her friends to Jamaica or something for, like, a month.” Lisa said softly. We’ve been well you know, screwing.
Shanice laughed. “Well, that’s sort of the point.”
“I know but…”
“But, what, is he into all kinds of weird shit?”
“No, it’s not that.”
“He wants to put it up your butt, doesn’t he?”
“No, Shanice.”
“Don’t tell me he wants you to put it up his butt?”
“No. Look where’s Tabitha, ’cause I can’t talk about this with you.”
“I told you, she’s not here, so you might as well spill it.”
Violet sighed. She flashed the line again to make double sure it was clear and then she told Shanice about the mind-blowing sex that she and Rodney were having. “I like it.”
“What? You like what?”
“You know… it. I like it.”
Shanice burst out laughing. “Is that why you sound like somebody pissed on your sunny day? News flash, my big little sister, sex feels good.”
“I know that, but...”
“No buts, Lisa. You are in a fucked up situation for a good cause. The fact that you are getting to cum on the regular is a fucking bonus. Don’t feel bad about that shit.”
“Yeah, but I’m so confused. How can I like it?”
“Does he have a big dick?”
Lisa giggled. “Yeah.”
“And he knows how to use it. Girl, I’ll be over as soon as Tab comes back. I can use a good nut.”
Lisa laughed. “You better carry your ass home.”
“Lisa, all jokes aside; you are one of the best people I know. There is nothing wrong with you. You are human. Sex feels good, and great sex feel spectacular, nothing more, nothing less. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Call Mama Mabel.”
“I’m gonna call her first thing in the morning. I promise.”
“Good, now go fuck him sideways for me.”
Lisa hung up on her. She put the phone back on the nightstand and lay back on the bed feeling a little better.
Rodney came into the room and smiled at seeing Lisa stretched out on the bed. “You know I can get used to seeing you in my bed like that.”
“Oh yeah, and what about Carmen?”
“Maybe I can get her ass to stay in Jamaica.” He slipped his shirt over his head. “Put some clothes on. We’re goin’ out to get something to eat.”
Lisa’s whole body jerked in fear, but she recovered before Rodney could notice her reaction. She slipped out of his night shirt and put it into the hamper. She hated going out with him. Philly is small and she was afraid to run into the wrong people. She pulled a pair of jeans on with a short sleeve red blouse and black Mary Jane shoes. “Can’t we just stay inside and order a pizza or something?”
“Naw, shawty, I’ve got to make a couple a rounds so that niggas can feel my presence, ya mean?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Lisa mumbled.
Rodney walked over to Lisa and pulled her to him. “You got me goin’ through cabin fever, holding a nigga hostage with that good pussy.”
Lisa smiled and sat down on the bed while Rodney put on all of his jewelry. Play your position, Lisa. Focus on the end game. The butterflies in her stomach didn’t leave her; they intensified when they walked out the door. She walked to Rodney’s car nervously. Amir walked behind her. His eyes were glued to her ass. He was high as hell off wet and giggling for no reason at all.
“LISA!”
She turned around at the sound of her name being
screamed, and pressed herself against the car.
Tony came running down the street he stopped short in front of her. “So it’s true, huh? You stopped fuckin’ with me for Rodney?”
Amir laughed. “I’m gonna need you to give this bitch at least six feet, my brotha.” Amir lifted his shirt up exposing his gun. “Or I can give you six feet. You know what I’m saying?”
Tony ignored Amir. “What about all that shit you said, huh? You said that you could never see yourself with a drug dealer. What happened, huh? You had a fuckin’ epiphany or something?”
The pain on Tony’s face split Lisa’s heart in two. She didn’t know what to say. She just stood there shaking her head no and wishing she could disappear.
Rodney and Bunky came around the car. Bunky’s gun was drawn and pointed directly at Tony’s head. Rodney yanked Lisa around the car and pushed her back towards the house. “Go inside and stay there.”
“Please don’t hurt him. Tony, just go home, okay, ’cause you don’t understand.”
Nate grabbed Lisa and pulled her into the house.
“Wait, let me talk to him. Get off of me.” Lisa struggled to be free of Nate, but he hauled her off of her feet and carried her in the house.
“What the fuck don’t I understand, huh? What, I wasn’t pulling in enough cash for you?” Tony was breathing hard and shouting at the top of his lungs. “I can’t believe I fell for your shit. You just wanted king pin status. Then I got to hear it in the streets, though. Niggas laughing at me on the basketball courts and shit.”
“I see why, nigga,” Amir said laughing. He lowered his gun and was holding his stomach leaning against the car and cracking up. “You’s a funny motherfucker. Out here about to cry over some pussy.”
Tony punched Amir in the jaw, knocking him out cold. “Laugh at that, you little bitch.”
Bunky put his gun against his temple. “That was a mistake, youngin. Looks like it’s gonna be your last.”
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