A Big Girl's Revenge

by Ms. Michel Moore

  I hate his ass! I hate his ass!

  Soon using two fingers to satisfy her own pussy, she tasted a warm, sticky fluid escape from the tip of Sam’s throbbing pink head just as she climaxed. She knew at any time Sam was at the brink of blessing her with his foreign cream.

  “Look, dude, I’m outta here. I gotta go find where my meal ticket call herself hiding at,” Rico hissed, heading for the door. “And, oh yeah, if you see Keisha, tell that cum-drenched goon to take her punk ass home. I’ll be waiting for her to clean up all that mess she made.”

  “Okay, Rico, I’ll tell her.” Cradling the black female’s head while she sucked him off better than she sucked both his wives combined, Sam was indeed seconds away from exploding full blast in between Keisha’s jaws.

  No sooner had Rico left the Coney Island than Sam snatched Keisha up, laying her face down on a pile of cardboard boxes in the corner of the restaurant. Shoving his dick in her, his fantasy of doggy-style fucking a black girl was finally fulfilled. Asking Allah for forgiveness, Sam gripped her ass, watching his dick go in and out. Seconds later, he yelled, letting loose a heavy load of nut in Keisha’s wet hole.

  He stood to his feet. Cum was still dripping from the tip of Sam’s head. Swallowing his dick like a true champ, Keisha polished it off and didn’t waste a drop.

  No words were passed between the two as Sam zipped up his pants then wobbly-walked, reaching for the cordless phone to call his overly promiscuous friend a cab. Keisha, not the least bit ashamed of what she’d just done, took a small stack of napkins off the counter, wiping her face dry. Minutes later, a yellow Checker Cab pulled up, blowing its horn twice. Sam smiled, handing Keisha one of his employee T-shirts to cover her torn blouse and five twenty-dollar bills out the register. Taking a complimentary early edition newspaper off one of the tables, she left out the door. Watching her get in the cab and pull off, Sam prayed she’d leave Rico alone for good; however, he knew women, no matter what race, were all weak for a man.

  All Keisha wanted to do was go beg for her father’s forgiveness and hopefully move home. Seconds after she gave the taxi driver directions to her parents’ suburban house, something strange happened. The cab ran over a huge object, forcing it to stop just as Keisha read the newspaper’s shocking headline: COUNTY COMMISSIONER JACKSON’S WIFE RUSHED TO HOSPITAL.

  “Oh, shit! I swear to God I didn’t see him! The guy was putting something in his eyes and just walked out in front of me. I didn’t see him. He just came from out of nowhere. Oh my God, you saw him just come from nowhere too, didn’t you, miss? I just pulled out,” the panicked driver defensively explained as he jumped out of the driver’s side.

  While extremely disturbed and worried about the headlines she’d just read, Keisha also got out the cab to investigate. Glancing over her shoulder just in case Rico was around and still in pursuit, she tried to hold her composure. With the newspaper still clutched in her hands, she walked to the front side of the vehicle. The cab’s lights were still on, even though the engine was off. Standing near the hood of the cab, her heart raced.

  After all the bad luck she’d suffered over the past year, God had finally given her a blessing. To her surprise, it was Rico. He was laid out in front of the cab with a bottle of Visine clutched in his hand. Although the cab wasn’t going at a high rate of speed, it had still managed to run over Rico’s lower torso. Ironically, to get the redness from the effects of the oil sheen out his eyes, the liquid had distracted him.

  Somewhat dazed from being struck, he moaned in discomfort. While a small amount of blood trickled out the corner of his mouth, his lips started to quiver slightly. The alarmed driver did his best to beg Rico to remain calm, but it was to no avail. They were both in shock as Rico used his last bit of strength to yell out.

  Not able to form any more words or speak, Rico focused his eyes to see, of all people, Keisha. Having been dragged a few yards, in excruciating pain, he fought to reach his arm up toward her, but he couldn’t manage to do so.

  Keisha immediately saw the shape her once-beloved was in and cautiously eased to his side. Towering over him, she peered down in disgust.

  “Look at you, Rico. You’re nothing but a miserable human being. You deserve to be right where you are at, on the ground near the gutter you came from. I’m embarrassed that I even let you drag me down. I know I’ve been a fool so many times for you, but this time I’m awake. This time I’m never coming back.”

  Keisha meant every single solitary word she was saying as she bent down. Now on one knee, she started to smile. Bringing her face close to Rico’s ear, she started to whisper in sheer excitement.

  “Guess what, nigga? A.J.’s dick was way better than yours. Hell, so was Swazy’s. And for that matter, my boss downtown was about his business in the fucking department as well. The only thing good about having sex with you is when you finish, I don’t have to feel you touching me anymore. Your repulse me; believe that. I hope you lay here and bleed the fuck out. You don’t deserve to live. You don’t deserve to be around normal people. You a fucking animal!

  “Now, as the ambulance or morgue comes and scrapes you off this ground, just remember I’ma be back at home living the good life. No more struggling. No more being dogged by you. And no more being held under your wicked spell of madness. I’m done. I’m free of living like you and yours. Now, nigga, I pray you rot in hell, you waste of skin!” Keisha made sure no one was looking as she spit in Rico’s face before standing up. To add more insult to injury, she kicked him in the side of his head before walking away from the accident scene.

  Rico couldn’t respond. He couldn’t move. His stomach felt far worse than it ever had in life—even when he had alcohol poisoning. Every part of him wanted no more than to smack the fire outta Keisha for all the things, true or not, she’d just said. But instead, he was forced to remain motionless, with her saliva slowly sliding down his jaw. Suffering from what seemed like two broken legs and leaking from the rear of his bald head, Rico had no choice but to wait for an ambulance. As he swallowed his own blood, in the back of his mind he knew he’d catch up to Keisha sooner or later; that was, if he lived to see the sunrise. After all, in Rico’s way of thinking, she was nothing more than a low-esteem, dumb-ass female that would be back on his line as soon as he snapped his finger.

  * * *

  Hailing another cab that happened to be riding down Davison Avenue, Keisha jumped inside, giving the driver the same instructions she’d given the first. Using the aid of the few streetlights that actually worked in the city of Detroit, she read the rest of the alarming article. The firsthand account of Mrs. Jackson’s late evening emergency was given by someone Keisha recognized as one of her neighbors, so she knew it was true.

  Seeing how it didn’t identify what hospital she was rushed to, Keisha knew it was best to just head to the house, and if nothing more, at least Sandy would tell her where her mother was at. Her dad could change all the phone numbers he wanted to, re-key every lock in the house, and order every person that was in his inner circle to keep her away from him and her mother because of her promiscuous ways, but this was an altogether different situation and circumstance. Keisha was no stranger to how her father, the great Commissioner Jackson, had another personality in public than private, so if she showed up at the house unannounced without his advanced approval, it’d be no way in sweet hell fire he’d deny her to visit her own mother.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Enlisting the aid of Keisha’s step-by-step directions to the secluded home in the gated community, the cab driver pulled up to the place his disheveled passenger claimed was home. Collecting a few more dollars added to the twenty-dollar deposit the early-morning rider was forced to put up, he slowly left out the circular driveway.

  With her purse and the newspaper tucked under her arm, Keisha immediately noticed the house appeared dark. Moments from daybreak, her first mind told her that in all probability, her dad and Sandy were down at the hospital at her poor mother’s bedside.
However, after a few more steps, she took notice of her father’s car. Then she noticed two strange vehicles inconspicuously parked around the side of the huge house, near the kitchen door.

  Wow, I wonder whose cars are these, she pondered with each step. Maybe it’s some new people Father has working here to help Sandy out.

  Putting that out her mind, she then concentrated on the task at hand. Keisha tried her luck, praying just on the humble that the kitchen door was left unlocked. Trying to twist the knob to the left and then the right, Keisha crapped out. It was definitely locked. Knowing good and well her father might deny her entrance, she searched over near the garden area, finding a broken half of a brick the gardener must’ve discarded.

  I hope the alarm doesn’t go off. But if it does, oh well, so be it. I’m done caring about what’s right and what’s wrong.

  Holding the stone tightly, she closed her eyes to avoid injury. With all her strength, Keisha smashed the lower corner of the glass-windowed door. After a second delay, the loud sounds of the alarm failed to go off.

  Yes! Thank God, it isn’t on!

  Sticking her hand inside, she turned the two handles from the inside, gaining entry to the house. Once inside the dark dwelling, she was like a wild lion in search of its prey. Keisha ran up the stairs two at a time to her parents’ room, calling out for her father. Bursting through the door, she quickly discovered that their bed was empty.

  Dang, maybe he’s in one of the spare rooms asleep.

  After checking all four of those, Keisha went into her old bedroom. Momentarily swept back in time, she remembered who she was raised to be and, tragically, who she’d become since dealing with Rico. Then and only then, for the first time since the cab she was originally riding in struck him, she wondered if Rico was dead or still alive.

  Whatever! I’m home now. My father will take me back into his good graces, and the nightmare with that asshole will finally be over.

  With wishful thinking, Keisha snatched one of her many stuffed animals off the bed, hugging it as she twirled around.

  Now, if I can find out what hospital Mother is in, I can go to her. It’s probably just her blood pressure. Now that I’m back home, I can help Sandy take better care of her.

  Not bothering to changed her ripped and torn clothes or even put on a pair of panties, Keisha straightened out the employee shirt Sam had given her after blessing his dick the best she could. Determined for information, she headed down the stairs, out the kitchen door, and toward the gatehouse that Sandy called home.

  Marching past the two strange vehicles, Keisha slowed down, then paused altogether. Something strange caught her eye. She took notice of a tassel from a graduation cap dangling from one of the car’s rearview mirror. However, because it was parked in the shadow of the house, she couldn’t make out the school colors clearly. Yet, she was in a rush and had no time to spare. Stopping to get a better look inside one of the mystery cars was the last thing on her mind. Keisha was on a straight-up mission to get some information on her mother’s present whereabouts, as well as the true verified ailment that sent her away in an ambulance, making front-page news.

  Seeing a light on in the bathroom, Keisha assumed the family chef and her longtime confidant, Sandy, was just getting up and would definitely be able to shed some light on what happened. Not wasting time to knock at the front of the gatehouse, Keisha knew for certain the far rear entrance near the rose bush was unlocked. Years ago, Keisha had locked herself in the gatehouse as a small child, and her father ordered that the door that was hardly used was to have no locks on it whatsoever.

  “Sandy! Sandy! It’s me!” Keisha bolted through the threshold, yelling out as she passed the open bathroom door. Seeing no one was inside the candle-scented domain, excitedly she ran into Sandy’s bedroom.

  “Sandy! Sandy! Wake up! It’s me, Keisha! Wake up! I need to know about my mother!” Flipping the light switch on the wall upward, Keisha froze dead in her tracks. Totally speechless, she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was as if she was in a dream or a nightmare and everything was going in slow motion.

  “Keisha!” The equally stunned words rang out from Sandy’s bed. “Just what in the hell are you doing here?”

  “What?” Keisha could hardly speak. The words couldn’t come out as her throat instantly grew dry. She was almost speechless.

  “Have you lost your mind? Don’t what me, young lady! I said what in the hell are you doing here? And what in the hell do you have on?”

  Almost in shock, Keisha didn’t know what to do or say next. It was as if someone or something was holding her.

  This can’t be happening! Not now! It can’t be!

  Thinking about her poor, sick mother lying in some hospital bed suddenly gave her a small bit of strength.

  “Father, are you fucking serious? How can you sit there and ask me some shit like that? Look at you! How can you do this to my mother? I’m ashamed of you! This is some old crazy shit you see in the damn movies. Not for real!”

  “Are you serious? This can’t be my life right now. You are ashamed of me? Isn’t that wild, all things considered. Look at you standing there. Standing in the middle of the floor, looking like something the cat drug in. And you have the nerve to cast judgments? I’m the one that’s ashamed and have been for some time. So, how dare you even take that hypercritical tone with me? You disgust me. And now that I think about it, didn’t I tell you not to bring you self back on my damn property? And here you stand.”

  “Father, are you serious right now? I will take whatever fucking tone I choose in a situation like this.” Keisha refused to back down. “This right here is some straight-up bullshit! Where is my mother at? And how long this scandalous garbage been going on with these ratchet pieces of trash?”

  Keisha’s father, stark buck naked, seemed to have no worldly remorse for what he was caught doing. Wedged in the middle of two sheet-covered females, he acted like what his daughter discovered was of no great importance, even when it was compared to her defying his orders to never step foot back on his property again.

  “Who are you to bombard me with questions? Let alone raise your voice and curse,” he sneered as Robin grabbed at a small portion of the sheet to cover her breasts.

  “And you, Robin.” Keisha pointed with contempt and malice. She was ready to attack as her anger increased. “I’ve known for a long time you wanted my father like he wasn’t married. You ain’t about shit. I should kick off into your whorish ass for my mother right damn now. Not to mention all the times you lied when I called the office trying to speak to my dad—ole devious, homewrecking bitch! I promise on everything I love, you gonna catch these hands. Watch.”

  Feeling secure that her boss really loved her, even though he’d never even slightly mentioned the word, Robin giggled, acting like Keisha was a joke. She casually waved her hand, dismissing any of the high-pitched vows of violence directed at her. “Yeah, all right, girl, please. Ain’t nobody trying to hear all that married crap. If he doesn’t care, why in the hell would I? Matter of fact, instead of posting up in here, playing the role like some tough girl, go get with your long-in-the-tooth mother. Have her step her game up like your good-fucking-a-dog ass. Then maybe she can keep a man.” With no true shame in her game, Robin climbed out the bed. Naked as the day she was born, she grinned as if this entire situation was a joke.

  “You dirty bitch!” Keisha balled up her fist, ready to do battle.

  “Now, now pump your brakes and watch your mouth. Is that any way to speak to your soon-to-be stepmother? I don’t wanna put you on punishment or cut off your allowance. Aww, damn, I forgot. You already are cut the fuck off. My bad.”

  Just as Robin was brazen enough to bend down and pick up her clothes off the floor, it all popped off. The new hood-driven-in-attitude Keisha strong-kicked the small-framed secretary dead in her face twice.

  “Bitch, you got me all the way fucked up. You best watch your mouth when speaking to me, especially about my mother. If you
think you’re woman enough to take her place, then try it! Sucking my father’s dick ain’t a form of transportation to the top of the food chain. Only thing you guaranteed to get is this ass-kicking. I’ll have your heart beating real fast.”

  “Aww, please, Keisha. Either step up or shut up and play your position, because I’m growing weary of your little threats.”

  Enraged that Robin was discounting her feelings, Keisha was soon delivering a few more kicks, followed by a combination of punches to the side. Keisha tossed Robin about like a rag doll. She never gave the bigmouth female a chance to get even one hit in. Keisha dominated Robin, then finally allowed the disorientated homewrecker to stumble to the bathroom for refuge from the well-earned beating.

  Keisha frowned, watching the injured female run for her life after teaching her a life lesson. Turning her attention back to her father, who was now putting his boxers on, Keisha hissed. She then continued to grill him on his illicit actions and obvious indiscretions.

  “How could you, Father? How in the hell could you do what you’ve been doing?” Her voice was piercing, bouncing against the thin walls of the gatehouse. If there ever was a time that the normally timid daughter wanted to be heard, today was that day. “I’m confused. I’m messed up in the head right now about this bullshit. Have you lost your mind? Mother being sick is all in the newspaper, and you’re here in bed with females like it’s no big deal? You just acting like your vows mean nothing. Oh my God, I can’t stomach you or this!”

  “Newspaper?” Ignoring the more-than-valid questions, Commissioner Jackson, up for re-election, demanded Keisha compose herself and calm down. He kept in mind all the noise she was making in the otherwise tranquil neighborhood. Although it appeared to be quiet, he knew better. It was no telling who was up.

  “Damn, okay, Keisha, you beat the poor girl up. You got the best of her. You proved your point that you could beat her up. You win, okay?” He motioned toward the bathroom, where an injured Robin was no doubt hiding. “You made your damn point. Now, please be quiet. Lower your voice right now.”