by Wahida Clark
They both stood up in a hurry. Tasha looked down at Trae’s hand on her wrist and stood up. He looked up at her and snatched her back down. Kyra and Trina jumped, looked at each other with wide eyes and eased back into their chairs.
“Let this shit go, Tasha,” Trae spat.
“You are hurting my arm, Trae.”
“I’ma hurt more than that if you keep up this fuckin’ unnecessary drama.”
“What you want me to do, act like I’m fine with everything when I’m not?”
“I’m not telling you again, let this shit go. It ain’t nothing.”
“Nothing? I know what I see. And you are going to sit here and insult my intelligence? If you want to be with that bitch, go right ahead. Just leave me the fuck alone. I’ll be damned if you think you are going to have your cake and eat it too. Now let go of my arm, Trae. I’m ready to go.”
One of the security guards came over and tapped Trae on the shoulder. He needed to tell him that Charli was waiting for him. Tasha used the opportunity to snatch away from him, and the three of them marched out of the club with Tasha leading the way.
They made it to Kyra’s car without saying a word. Kyra started it up, and then she and Trina both turned to Tasha, who was sitting in the backseat with her arms folded across her chest, pouting.
“Ain’t this some shit!” Trina beefed. “I was into some Kat Williams and this trick spoils it.”
“Where to, bitch?” Kyra snapped at Tasha.
“Why are you yelling at me, Kyra?”
“Bitch, hurry up. Don’t you see one of Marvin’s goons behind us? He followed us out here and now he’s on his phone. You better be glad I got your back,” Kyra told her.
“Just drive and hurry up before Trae decides to come out here and snatch my ass out of this car.”
“Let me call Marvin before he calls me,” Kyra said.
“Just hurry up,” Tasha ordered.
Kyra pressed the speed-dial button. “Hey, baby, it’s me. We left out of the club.”
“You left? Where are you?” His office line rang. “Hold up.” It was Grip, one of the bouncers.
“Yo, you know Kyra got the Lex?”
“She what?”
“She driving the Lex.”
“Don’t let her leave, man.” Marvin hung up on him. Sweat beads began to pop up on his forehead. He had to think fast. That monkey was on his back. “Kyra, hold up. I’m coming out there. Where are you parked?”
“I’m in the car. Who you told not to let me leave? I’m leaving.”
“Why?”
“Trae came over and said something to Tasha, she got mad, stormed out and dragged us with her. You need to talk to your boy,” Kyra told him.
“You need to mind your business. And where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Tasha could hear Marvin yelling through the phone.
“She wants me to take her for a drive. Damn, Marvin, what’s the big deal?”
“Kyra, you didn’t ask me shit. So you might as well get your ass back here. I have some people here I want you to meet.”
“Baby, I already told her I would take her for a drive. She needs me right now. After all, I did drive her here and she is my girl. I’ll call you a little later.” Kyra ended her call.
“Can we go now?” Tasha yelled from the backseat. “Here comes the goon.”
“Do you hear this bitch?” Kyra looked over at Trina. “I just got done pissing off my husband thanks to her and she got the nerve to be impatient.” Kyra didn’t say anything as she started the car.
The goon was standing next to them. “Marvin wants you to give me the keys.” He tried to sound threatening.
Kyra ignored him and pulled off.
“So, where are we going?” Tasha wanted to know.
“We’re going to a strip club,” Trina yelled.
“A strip club?” Tasha shrieked.
“Ooooh,” Trina squealed. “C’mon y’all, let’s go to a strip club. Please! Please!” she begged. “Dicks flying everywhere. C’mon, Kyra.”
Kyra started grinning and looked in the rearview mirror at Tasha. “Fuck them niggas, you down?”
“I’m with y’all,” Tasha said as if she was bored.
“Whoop whoop,” Trina yelled. “Let’s go then!”
They ended up at the Raw Dogg, a bougie joint up in LA. This was Tasha’s and Kyra’s first time inside a strip joint. Trina took fifty dollars from each of them and when she came back to the table she handed each a stack of ones. And then the lights dimmed and “Jack the Ripper” by LL Cool J came on and the first stripper came onto the stage.
“Dayaam!” all three ladies said in unison.
“I bet that big-ass dick will rip a bitch’s pussy,” Kyra said in shock.
“Come over here!” Trina yelled out, waving some dollars.
It was now on.
After sitting there listening to Paul Mooney, Trae waved Big Black, the bouncer, over. “Yo, what’s up?” Trae asked him, already knowing the answer.
“Ole girl upstairs in your office. You want me to tell her something? I got Jack in there with her.” Big Black wanted to know.
“Nah, she can wait.” Trae got comfortable in his chair. Paul Mooney was a genius to him. His jokes were mixed with very obvious and relevant truths.
Trae pondered how he would handle Charli. He knew that she was more than likely watching him on the monitor and he knew that he was driving her crazy. He hated to admit it, but this game she was playing was thrilling to him.
After twenty minutes of Paul, Trae got up and headed for his office. When he walked in, Jack walked out. He closed the door behind him. Charli was sitting on top of his desk with her legs crossed. She appeared to be very relaxed. Trae closed the door and went to where she was perched. She seductively uncrossed her legs and eased off the desk. Trae leaned over and she went for his lips, but his lips slid to her neck and his hand slid down her back to her ass. Trae felt her body quiver and heard her gasp. He yanked up her dress off her ass, lifted her up and sat her back on the desk. She spread her legs, leaned back and rested her heels on the edge of the desk. She watched as he admiringly glided his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. The anxiety was heightening her desire to feel him. She had wanted this from the first time she laid eyes on him. She didn’t do black but this she had to have. Her pussy was dripping wet, and if he didn’t hurry up she told herself that she would scream.
She felt his fingers plunge inside her and just as quickly he pulled them out. Her heart dropped to her pussy. She closed her eyes and lay back. He spread her legs wide and entered her.
She groaned. She looked at him. He was watching the monitor. She felt as if her body were floating. How could a dick be this good? As soon as she asked herself that he put both of her legs over his shoulders.
Trae kept his eyes on the monitor as he felt her pussy muscles tighten and clench around his dick.
She mumbled something that Trae couldn’t understand and then she started coming. Trae grabbed her hips and stood still. He watched the monitor as Marvin knocked on his door and his cell phone rang.
He pulled out of her, stuck his dick in his sweats. Her legs were left dangling off the desk. “You gotta go. I gotta handle something.” He saw that it was Kaylin so he answered his phone. He listened as Kaylin told him about an upcoming project and at the same time watched Charli as she got up off the desk.
“Mr. Macklin,” she purred. “I need to handle something as well,” he heard her say as she got down on her knees. In one swift motion his massive hard-on was in her mouth. How she was talking in another language and sucking his dick at the same time was beyond him. He ended the call with Kaylin just as he was ready to burst in her mouth.
She gazed up at him, smiling as his come dripped down both sides of her mouth. She seductively licked her lips, stood up, fixed her dress, grabbed her belongings and left as quietly as she came in, leaving Trae standing there.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lucinda was a beautiful Jamaican woman. When he first laid eyes on her, he said that she was Jamaican royalty. Charles Li had been in Jamaica vacationing. He had a beach house that her cleaning service kept up year-round. But everywhere he went he found her signature. She was running the local restaurant, pub, massage parlor and tourist shop. She was too young to be running anything in his opinion. When Charles Li told her if she came to work for him she wouldn’t have to work as hard but he would triple her income, Lucinda didn’t think twice, she packed up and beat him to the airport.
But instead of an employee, she became his mistress and gave him his beautiful daughter, Charli Toi Li.
Almost two hours later, Tasha, Trina and Kyra were pissy drunk and horny. Tasha was sipping on her third Long Island iced tea. Trina’s speech slurred as she tried to get her mack on with one of the strippers. Kyra was standing on wobbly legs in a corner, trying to avoid the loud music as she called Marvin.
“Kyra, why in the fuck did you turn your phone off!” Marvin barked.
Kyra giggled. “Because.”
“Because? What the fuck kind of answer is that? Because what?”
“Because… I don’t know, because.” Marvin listened as she slurred.
“Kyra, you’re drunk, aren’t you?”
She nodded her head in agreement.
“Kyra!”
She nodded again.
“Ain’t this some shit,” Marvin snapped.
“Where are they?” Trae asked.
“Kyra, where y’all at?”
“I… I don’t know,” she whispered.
“Kyra, give somebody else the damn phone!”
“This is my phone, Marvin. I bought this phone.”
“Kyra, let me speak to somebody. Anybody!” he yelled.
“Okay, okay. Here,” she said to the first person who walked by.
The lady looked at her and kept going.
“She said no, baby.”
“Give the phone to the security guard, Kyra.”
“Why?”
“Baby, give the phone to somebody,” he pleaded. He was glad that he wasn’t in her presence because he would have smacked the shit out of her.
Just then, one of the waitresses walked by. “Here.” Kyra held out the phone.
The waitress, realizing that Kyra was wasted, took the phone. “Hello.”
“Hey, that was my wife who just handed you the phone. What’s the name of this place?”
“The Raw Dogg.”
“The Raw Dogg? What the fuck is a Raw Dogg? Where the fuck is that?”
The waitress gave Marvin all of the info, including her name, Dottie. She promised to look after Kyra and the other two ladies until he got there. In return, she was promised a nice big fat tip.
“Ain’t this some shit!” Marvin swerved in and out of the late-night traffic as he headed for the Raw Dogg. He was driving while Grip was riding shotgun. Trae was trailing close behind him in his truck.
Grip didn’t say anything. He only snickered every now and then when Marvin was going off. He knew that Marvin had left his stash in the trunk and needed a fix. Like a few hours ago and had customers waiting at the club to cop.
They pulled up in front of the strip club and Marvin jumped out.
“Yo, let me come in with you,” Grip yelled.
“Naw, wait right here, and watch Trae’s ride. We’ll be right back. I got it from here.”
Marvin watched as Trae double-parked next to Grip. They hurried to the entrance only to be greeted by two oddball Mexican bouncers.
“Can I help you?” the shortest one asked.
“What the fuck you mean can you help me? I’m going into the club.”
The bouncer looked at Marvin, then at Trae, and back at Marvin again. “Y’all look like trouble.”
“I’m here to pick up my wife. I spoke to Dottie the waitress.” When the short bouncer didn’t respond he turned to the tall one and held out a fifty.
The bouncer took the fifty. “You only want to take her home, right? We don’t want any trouble.”
“No trouble, nigga. Let me get in, get my wife and get the fuck out,” Marvin barked.
He let Marvin in, but not Trae. “What’s your business?” He stood in front of Trae, blocking the door.
“Nigga, I’m here for my wife too.”
“He’s with me, man. I told you we’ll be in and out.”
The short one moved to the side and let Trae in. “Keep an eye on them,” he said to his partner, while not taking his eyes off of Trae.
When they got inside the club and scanned the room they shook their heads in disgust. The women were going buck wild, feeling on nigga’s dicks and asses. One chick was getting fingered by one of the strippers.
When their eyes fell on Kyra’s table, they both wanted to go off. Trina was rubbing on some nigga’s dick, Kyra and Tasha were stuffing dollars in the same nigga’s G-string, and he had a hand on one of each woman’s ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing.
“Give me seventy dollars, Tasha, so I can get me some of this dick,” Trina said, before looking up into Trae’s mean mug, and then at Marvin’s screw face. “Oh, shit. Never mind. The party’s over,” she giggled. “Y’all hoes are busted.”
Neither Tasha or Kyra was paying Trina any attention, as they were now dancing with the stripper.
“Oh shit, I’m getting dizzy.” Tasha stumbled and turned, falling into Trae. She burst into giggles. “Sorry.” Not even recognizing him.
“Where’s your purse, Tasha? Time to go.”
She gasped as she looked up. Her legs gave out and she reached for her chair and fell into it.
Trina had this stupid grin on her face as she watched the event unfolding in front of her.
Marvin was holding on to Kyra’s wrist, and she was looking as if she were about to shit on herself. He gave Dottie, the waitress, the fifty dollars he had promised her and dragged Kyra out. He didn’t say two words to her.
“Get up, Tasha.”
“I can’t. My legs are drunk.” He grabbed her purse, yanked her up and pushed her toward the exit. Trina jumped up and followed them, realizing that was her ride.
“Hey, I thought you wanted to get with me.” Jack the Ripper sounded disappointed.
“My ride is here, playboy. Next time,” she hollered as she kept it moving.
Trae helped a drunk and giggling Tasha into the front seat and a drunk Trina into the back and slammed the door.
“I’m in trouble,” Tasha whispered and they both started snickering but stopped real quick when Trae jumped into the front.
Marvin pulled up on the side of him and said, “I’ll holla at you tomorrow.”
Trae nodded and drove off. Trina stretched out in the backseat. Five minutes later she was snoring.
Marvin parked and got out. Of all days Kyra had picked this one to drive the Lexus. Since she hardly drove it he kept his stash in the trunk. He opened the trunk and breathed a sigh of relief that his stash was intact. He opened one of the little baggies, stuck it up close to his nose and took a long and satisfying sniff. He closed it again, put it back in its spot, wiped his nose and closed the trunk. His body began to tingle as soon as he sat in the car. He looked over at Kyra, who was fast asleep.
* * *
“Tasha, I don’t give a fuck how drunk you are, but you need to listen up. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you.”
“Don’t let me ever catch you up in another strip club!”
She sucked her teeth and said, “You go to them.” He pulled over onto the shoulder lane, stopped the car and snatched a handful of her hair and pulled her toward him. “Did you hear what I just fuckin’ told you?”
“Yeah.” She was startled and sobering up fast.
“What did I say,
Tasha?”
“Don’t go to no more strip clubs.”
He grabbed her hair tighter and glared at her for another minute before turning her curls loose. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the back of her head to make sure her hair was still attached to her scalp. He put the car in drive and eased back onto the highway.
Trina’s head popped up. “Pull over. I feel sick, Trae. Oh, shit,” she groaned. Trae pulled over and before he could stop the back door flew open and Trina hurled.
“Ewww,” Tasha said with disdain as she rubbed the back of her head once again.
“You got some tissue?” Trina groaned.
Tasha opened the glove compartment and passed her some napkins. Trina wiped her mouth and lay back down. In no time flat she was back to snoring.
“Trae,” Tasha said.
“What, Tasha?”
“Do you love her?”
“Love her?” Trae was agitated. “Love who?”
“The bitch that you creepin’ with.”
“Tasha, ain’t nobody creepin’. You drunk and talkin’ crazy.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Yes you are.”
“You don’t fuck me anymore.”
He looked at her as if she had just sprouted another head. “Fuck you! Fuck you, Tasha? You don’t speak to me, and you’ve been sleeping in the guest room! So what the fuck you talkin’ about? Fuck this, Tasha, you’re drunk. We’ll talk when you’re sober.”
“You don’t find me sexy anymore?” She leaned over and began squeezing his dick.
“Of course I find you sexy,” he snapped.
“I still find you sexy and I don’t want to.”
“You’re drunk, Tasha.” He moved her hand off his dick.
“Why you not getting hard? You fucked her tonight, didn’t you?”
“Tasha, you want to know why I’m not hard? Because I want to punch you in your fuckin’ mouth for saying dumb shit, accusing me of shit I ain’t doing. And then I want to slap the shit out of you for feeling all over another nigga’s dick in a strip club. So don’t push me, Tasha. Just do me a favor and shut your drunk ass up.”
She grabbed his dick again, this time pulling it out of his sweatpants. He pushed her hand away and covered himself back up.
