Don't Come Looking For Love

by Natavia

  “Good, you should call me sometime!” she said.

  “Kenjay, get your ass over here and carry some of this shit!” she said walking towards me. Here goes her bullshit she ready to start that might turn me on.

  “I holla at you later!” I told Melah but she wasn’t budging.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Latavia asked her.

  “Melah, and you are?” she asked Latavia, flicking her hair back.

  “The bitch who he is spending his time with! I know you see the nigga is busy! When he finishes paying for my shit and pampering me for the day then he becomes available! Until then, back the fuck up!” she said.

  “See you later, Kenjay!” Melah said walking off. Then Latavia got this innocent look on her face, “You taking me to get my nails and feet done too, right?” she asked.

  “Hell no! Fuck I look like sitting up in the nail place like some Tweety Bird-ass nigga? Latavia, you better go on somewhere before I hurt yo’ damn feelings!” I told her.

  “Fine! Can you just drop me off?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I can do that! Who picking you up?” I asked and she smiled. “None, of your damn business! Maybe a nigga that has some act right!” she said.

  “Yo, I swear I will choke-slam your ass if you tell me some hoe-ass shit like that again!” I told her.

  “What you getting mad for, playa?” she asked rubbing my dick.

  “Yo, stop that shit!” I whispered.

  “Can you help me try this dress on?” she said looking toward the fitting room.

  “Damn! Yes, nigga! Give me that big dick!” she moaned as I was hitting it from the back. I fucked hundreds of bitches and none of those hoes gripped my dick like she did. Maybe, that was why I was taking her ass shopping. I usually just drop a few stacks then be on my way. Not with her ass, though. Just last week I let her hold the black card. She going to have me falling into some shit I’m not ready for. Besides her smart-ass mouth, she had a good head on her shoulders. She really didn’t need me for shit, and maybe that’s why I was even more attracted to her.

  I yanked her hair and she threw her ass back. I slid out then roughly slammed into her again, making her squeal.

  “Please, baby! Go further!” she asked, craving the dick. I propped her leg up on the chair, gripping both sides of her hips and gave her all of my inches and she cried. She knew she couldn’t handle it all and still asked for it.

  “What you crying for?” I asked, thrusting all my inches inside of her.

  “Baby, it’s so big! Shit! Do it harder!” she said. I went harder and she arched her back. I spread her ass cheeks then slowly dipped in and out of her, teasing her with it. I pulled out with only the tip in, and her pussy muscles tightened around my head trying to pull me back in. That’s what you called good pussy when you try to slip out and the motherfucker pulls your ass back. That’s also what you called trap pussy too because if I didn’t have a condom on, a nigga would definitely be knocking her ass up.

  “Kenjay, please?” she asked, trying to scoot down on it but I had a firm hold on her ass and she wasn’t going nowhere.

  “What you want?” I asked, inserting my finger into her ass, catching her by surprise. I’m a nasty-ass nigga and just didn’t give a fuck.

  “Ohhhh my God!” she moaned as I slid my finger all the way in at the same time I thrust my dick all the way into her.

  “You like that freaky shit, don’t you!” I asked, speeding up, adding another finger into her ass. Her legs shook and she almost fell but I held her up, pushing her face forward into the wall. I long-dick her until she squirts.

  “Damn, fuck!” I said.

  “That’s right, daddy! Fuck your dirty little whore! Make this pussy sore!” she said, talking nasty as fuck. As soon as those words came out, I filled the condom up.

  “I need to stay away from your ass!” I told her as she wiped herself off with baby wipes. She took the condom off me then cleaned me off, wrapping the condom in the wipes.

  “Yeah, right, nigga! You will be coming over tomorrow!” she said.

  “Give me a kiss, Kenjay!” she said standing on her tippy toes.

  “Hell no! I don’t know where your mouth been!” I told her.

  “I wanna kiss your fine ass! Now, give me a kiss!” she said trying to pull my face to hers.

  “Yo, I told your ass I don’t be on that fuck shit!” I told her.

  “Kiss me Kenjay! Don’t worry boo! You still that boss nigga!” she said. Latavia played too damn much.

  “Shorty, bring your ass here!” I pulled her to me, slipping my tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it. I grabbed her ass and she moaned.

  “Let’s pay for this shit so we can go! You ready to have a nigga cooped up in a fitting room fucking around with you!” I told her.

  “You going to fall in love with me!” she said with her arrogant-ass attitude.

  “Helllll no! You crazy!” I told her pushing her away from me. That word alone made a nigga dick go soft.

  She laughed, “Yes you will! I’m not going to make you, though! But you are going to fall in love with me!” she said making me laugh.

  “Girl, bring your ass on!” I told her.

  “I got a taste for some Popeye’s!” she said throwing the wipes away walking towards the register.

  “No, the hell you don’t! You better not ever eat that shit around me!” I told her.

  After I spent all day with Latavia’s nagging ass, I swung by to see what the nigga Rattle wanted.

  I walked into one of my trap houses and went downstairs to the basement and he got the nigga, Tory, tied up and duck taped.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” I asked Rattle bitch ass. I only put Rattle on because the nigga was down for anything. But after all these years, I still gave him the side-eye. He still my nigga from back in the day but I didn’t trust no nigga with the name Rattle. In this game I didn’t fuck no type of snakes.

  If I told Rattle run up in a nigga’s house and kill their whole family, he would. But at the same time, you got to watch out for a nigga like that. He didn’t know about shipments, my connect, none of that. His job was only to keep a nigga in check when it was time for me to collect my gwap.

  “This nigga got robbed by a bitch! He let her make a sale with him and she ended up robbing his bitch ass!” Rattle said.

  “What’s the bitch name?” I asked.

  “She said her name is Carla and when she took the money, she pulled a gun out on me and said something about paying that nigga Yager back!” he cried.

  “You mean to tell me that you was riding around with a bitch you barely know and took her to make a sale? So, this bitch knows a nigga that cops from me and she fucks with Yager?” I asked.

  “Yeah, man!” he said.

  I pulled my gun out then grabbed the nigga ear pulling it away from his head then shot through it.

  “What’s the point of niggas having ears when they don’t hear what the fuck I be saying?” I asked Rattle and he laughed.

  Tory cried out in pain with blood running down his neck. “You going to find who this bitch is! What does she look like?” I asked.

  “She has purple hair and green eyes!” he answered and I punched the nigga in the face.

  “Nigga, this bitch set your ass up with a wig and contact lenses! You mean to tell me, you couldn’t figure that shit out? What bitch can you trust with that crazy-ass shit on? You can’t figure out when a bitch disguise herself. Hell, she can be any bitch now!” I said getting pissed off.

  I was even angrier that Yager bitch ass finally made his move when I been waiting on this nigga. They say he been hiding out in D.C. somewhere but it was all good because I would find that nigga and toe-tag his bitch ass. O’Shea just got to get his suit and tie ready.

  I never told O’Shea the real reason I didn’t like his fuck nigga pops. I didn’t like the nigga because he was responsible for my pops getting locked up. I found that out when my pops’ mama took me to visit him and I tol
d him about my mother new boyfriend. His bitch was the one who snitched on the cartel my pops was in, and now my pops and everyone else got life.

  I didn’t tell my mama when my pops told me because she would’ve stopped fucking with the nigga, although, she did eventually. But I wanted to feel the nigga out and know his moves. I wanted to get a feel of his personality and his weakness. I knew since I was a little nigga that I was taking his shit from him. O’Shea couldn’t stand his pops, so when I told him we should rob, him he agreed making my plan even easier since he knew the exact house the money was in.

  “Tory, find this bitch and get me my shit back or you going to be in the freezer at the morgue as a John Doe! Once I get done with you, there will be no one to identify you!” I told him.

  “Rattle, make sure he finds that bitch! I’ll take care of Yager myself!” I told him. Twenty g’s ain’t shit to me, I dropped that on Latavia earlier just taking her shopping. It was the principle of it and Tory bitch ass was going to learn.

  Afterwards, I stopped at the liquor store and, for some reason, I grabbed some moscato for Latavia. Wasn’t that some shit? I wanted to have it at my crib for her if she came over. I never invite bitches to my crib because you never know who could catch you slipping. But for some reason, all I was picturing was her in my kitchen cooking a nigga some breakfast. I paid for the shit then walked to my car looking through the pictures I had of her in my phone. I missed her ass already.

  “Kenjay, is that you?” the voice said.

  I turned around. “Oh, what’s up, one?” I asked Janae skinny ass. I knew she used to like me but there was something about her that rubbed me the wrong way. Plus, she was still skinny and it looked funny because she had these big fake boobs and a wide fake ass.

  “Nothing just in the neighborhood. What you ready to get into?” she asked.

  “Shit really, I’m just chilling,” I said actually looking in her face and something about her eyes caught me off guard.

  “So, that’s you?” I asked pointing at the beamer with the D.C. tags on it.

  “Yeah, that’s me!” she said and I nodded my head.

  “You busy or can you chill?” I asked.

  “I can chill!” she said.

  “Ok, cool. I’ll go in my car and you can just follow me to my crib,” I told her. She switched off, going into the store. I got into my whip to wait for her. She came out then I pulled in front of her. She followed me all the way to the crib in Severn, Maryland.

  “You live here?” she asked, frowning her nose up. It was a two-story brick townhouse.

  “Yeah why?” I asked.

  “I thought you might be in something bigger,” she said and I laughed to myself.

  I got into the house and got settled, “If we fucking you need to get in the shower! I know you got an overnight bag in your trunk,” I told her.

  “Who said we fucking?” she asked.

  “Look, Janae, you see the time and you know me from back in the day. I’m not into talking or none of that shit! So, if we not fucking, you can crash on the couch then leave in the A.M. If, we are fucking, go get that bag out the trunk then take a shower!” I told her.

  “Okay then, damn!” she said walking outside to her car. I lay the stuff out for her on the sink for her to shower. She walked back in, straight to the bathroom. I grabbed her purse and got her iPhone. Stupid bitch didn’t even have a lock code! I plugged it into my laptop, downloading everything to it.

  Like I told Tory earlier, I didn’t trust any bitch walking around with green eyes, especially a bitch I grew up with. I knew Janae real eye color. This stupid bitch forgot to take them out. She must have been following me also but I would find out what the fuck was up with this bitch. Yager was in D.C somewhere and she had D.C. tags. There was some crazy shit going on and I was going to figure it out. I should’ve been killed Yager, but that was still my nigga pops, but this nigga starting shit now and he needs to get dealt with.

  I put her phone back where I got it from and Latavia called me and I answered.

  “What’s good, shorty?” I asked.

  “Nothing, lying in bed with nothing on, playing in my pussy thinking about that long thick dick. Baby, can you come over and fuck me?" she asked making my dick hard. Latavia was a fucking freak!

  “Kenjay, you forgot my towel!” this bitch interrupted me.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Latavia asked in her ghetto-girl tone.

  “Man, come on, Tavia! You already know about me!” I told her ass. She knows I’m single and didn’t answer to no one.

  “Good night!” she said sadly and, for the first time in my life, I felt bad. I wanted to call her up and apologize but this skinny bitch looking at me all cock-eyed. One of her contact lenses must have fallen out in the shower and the bitch didn’t even know it!

  But I would play my cards right until I figured out what was up with this bitch and who this Carla chick was!

  Britain

  “Thot alert! Thot alert!” Tookie said as Latavia walked in. Latavia took her biscuit from KFC, clocking it upside Tookie’s head and Tookie hid her head. I needed to get Tookie away from the door.

  “Keep on, Tookie! I will fuck you up with your ugly ass!” Latavia said.

  “What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

  “I’m mad at you for introducing me to Kenjay’s bitch ass! Why does his dick have to be so damn good?” she asked, pouting.

  “I introduced y’all and that’s it! I didn’t help y’all exchange numbers! I told you Kenjay is not the type to be falling for! What happened to, ‘Oh, bitch I’m grown and I can handle him?’” I asked mocking her.

  “That’s before I realized how good the dick was!” she said and I laughed.

  “Why do y’all have all these boxes of Epsom Salt? You okay?” she asked and I blushed.

  When O’Shea and I had sex, I played tough girl, hurting myself. I probably had put it on him but I held all that in and took it like a big girl. I was so sore after I left his room, I could barely walk. My muscles ached and my pussy was swollen! I felt like I been working out at the gym all day. I would never let his cocky ass know that. He been blowing me up for a week since I left and I had not answered any of his calls.

  “O’Shea and I had a little night cap!” I told her.

  “Bitch, and you just now telling me?” she asked. I all of a sudden burst into tears.

  “Cry, baby! Cry, baby!” Tookie said.

  “What’s the matter, Britain? I never seen you cry before! Oh my God, you making my mascara run!” she said, hugging me.

  I broke down and told her everything about my childhood with my mama, O’Shea and Shia. Latavia just knew that I knew him and Kenjay from when we were younger, but I never told her the rest of it. Being around O’Shea had opened up old wounds. Now, all I could think about was my daughter and how she was being raised. The doctors’ information was confidential and I didn’t even know the woman’s first name. I didn’t know where to look and even if I did find her, how could I tell O’Shea? I was fine until I saw him again and now it was just wearing me down. I needed my daughter!

  “You have to tell him, Britain! I know it’s hard, but you can’t think about that! You have to find her because, if you don’t, there will always be that burden on you!” she told me.

  “I’m so scared Latavia! I’m too scared!” I told her.

  “How about I go with you to tell him. I will hold your hand if you want me to, but he has a child out here he needs to know about!” she said.

  “I will when the time is right, okay!” I told her wiping my eyes.

  “You made me bleed!” Tookie said.

  “Britain, on some real shit that bird is the devil! You need to get rid of her ass or chop her damn head off! I have never seen a parrot so damn rude in my life!” she said making me laugh.

  “Tookie just has a good memory! She is talking about when O’Shea took my virginity! Whatever you say, she finds the piece to it like a puzzle. Watch this, ‘Geraldi
ne,’” I said.

  “Crack-head! Crack-head!” Tookie said.

  “My mama used to get high and when she did, the family used to say bad things about her and Tookie picked it up,” I said.

  “You know if your ass was a drug dealer she would snitch on you!”

  “Baking soda! Baking soda!” Tookie said because Latavia mentioned drug dealers.

  “Remind me to not watch ‘MTV Jams’ around Tookie!” I said.

  “You know my old hood having a block party today! I’m only going because mama and her friend, Harry, working the grill!” I said. My mama was still with Harry. He had gotten clean around the same time she was getting clean. They still were a ratchet mess, though. Their relationship was more like a friendship with benefits. She told me that she would never love another man again.

  “Girl, I don’t know about that! I heard some shit about that place and I’m not about that life like that!” she said.

  “Girl, I got your back and besides, it’s nothing like it used to be since O’Shea’s father stopped hanging over there I’ve heard,” I told her.