Who do I choose? - Short Story

Scene I – 201 County Jail

Chucky

I can’t believe I have gotten myself in this bullshit, ten years fed time with nothing but niggaz around me is crazy as hell. I ain’t talking about normal neighborhood niggaz, I’m talmbout the grimy, sucka ass niggaz that will do anything to get back on the street. On the flip side, these niggaz will do anything to keep their reputation credible. The good part, is that I don’t have to be confined to a “cell” it’s more like a dormitory than anything. Visitations are face-to-face and they give me the “option” to work, but it’s better for me, I need to make commissary, without the store, starvation is extremely possible. Claire supposed to be putting money on my books but she only fucks with me for my paper, she cool, she down to earth, attractive as she wanna be and I can only pray that she have my back. And by that statement, I mean, I pray I don’t have to fuck her up for spending my mutha fucking money.  This money laundering charge got me fucked, all of my assets are frozen and Claire ass ain’t answering none of my calls.

Claire

This was the best life choice I’ve ever made, this nigga done put $800k in my account in small increments over the course of two years. I ain’t never spent any of the money personally, I only spend what I earn and I don’t spend much because Chucky takes great care of me. Hell, I don’t know why this nigga keep calling me, I ain’t putting no money on this phone and I already put $300.00 on his books, I figured that would be enough but obviously I was wrong. Well, I just booked me and my girls an all-expense paid trip to Cancun next week. My love will be here any minute now, I told him my aunt died and I have a little change so we can go to the ATL this weekend, he has been a really good side dude and he deserve for me to trick on him for a change.

Scene II – ATL

Claire

My first time visiting ATL with the boo, and of course I get confused with the Peach streets,  since they have so many, I think that is the dumbest thing ever by the way. He was extra tired, so I checked us in at a 5-star hotel and told him to take a nap, and I’ll be back later. I got up with some old friends, Chucky and I came here last year and we have a business/personal relationship with Chip and Justice. I called them and they told me to meet them the hush party that was taken place in one hour. I didn’t have time to go back to the hotel, plus I didn’t wanna wake my boo up. I rode by the Swank Boutique, to see if my homegirl had left and she hadn’t, she was cleaning up, I park the car in front of the store and run up to the door and beat on the glass pane. She is startled, turned around with a serious attitude and as she walked closer, she relaxed and smiled and opened the door for me. “Hey girl! I didn’t know you was in town.” Well, I just got here and I’m going out, I got a room on the other side of town and I need a bad ass outfit to wear to a party tonight. “I have the perfect dress for you, try this on!” My eyes buck with excitement, heart eyes all over, a gold sleeveless sequin mini dress that is perfect for a night that I want to stand out with all eyes on me. I grab and go, change clothes in the car as I get the text, I U- turn at the next block, pull up the MapQuest and head to the Bianco Ultra Lounge. I love hush parties, only the exclusive get invites and as I walk up in the club, it is beautifully decorated with fancy chandeliers and white furniture downstairs. I decide to go upstairs to overlook and I run into Spicy K, fucking Chucky’s little sister. How did this ghetto ass bitch get in this fucking club? “Bitch I know you got my brother’s money, and I damn sholl gone get it back. She pulled her mini skirt up and pulled a pistol from her thigh holster and told me to lead the way as she guided my shoulder. We go to the back and we end up in the alley, a car pulls up and she opens the car door but leads me around to the truck and says “get cho ass in bitch,” I crawled in slowly and she pushed me in the rest of the way and slammed the trunk. Fuck! I know there is a lever in here, it’s hot and the air is minimal, this is an old car so the got damn emergency pull strap is non-fucking existent, all I can think is, I’m going to die!

Spicy K

Dis scruffy ass bitch should know that my brother called me and said Claire wouldn’t take his calls, it’s just so happen, I am with the shit and in ATL at the same time . Hmph, ain’t that something, now I gotta figure out what I’m supposed to do with her. Let down that back-seat Cleo, Ay bitch, what’s your pin number to this debit card, “8137” alright, if it’s not right, I’m gone torture your ass. “It’s right” Fucking ATM only allowed us to get $300.00 out, we are gonna have to go in the bank. This parking garage is a perfect place for you to climb yo ass up in the front so we can go thru the drive thru. If yo ass make one false move, I promise you, that you will find out why they call me Spicy K.  

Chucky

“Hello, you have a prepaid call from “Chucky” to accept the call, press 0.” What’s up sis? “None much just got ole girl and finna see what’s popping.” Well you know I can’t talk on this phone but I’ll tell you this, Nine-Seven-thirteen. “Got it bro, call me later” Ok. Cool. I couldn’t tell K what I wanted to because the phones are tapped and monitored to work against you in the court of law. I hope she remembers which spot to take her to and that she really understood my code.

Claire

We stop abruptly, I can’t tell where we are but I can hear the opening and closing of a car garage. The trunk pops open, and I lift it with hopes that I can run and find my way, only to see I’m surrounded by people and their weaponry. I ease out the car, with rapid blinking of my eyes to try and focus because my lens on my glasses are cracked. I think I have a slight chance to escape, I see the emergency doors button and if I serve my memory correct, that lever should release all garage doors once hit. Fuck it! I run full speed towards the button, hit one step and pulled a Michael Jordan, I went soaring in the air, but was tackled in mid-air by this butch ass chic. I feel dazed and apparently, I’m just waking up, my hands and feet and are tied and my mouth is gagged, I’m panicking, they remove the gag and I realize I’m on the ledge of a river bank, I look to the right and nothing but beautiful flowing waters, I scream, I can give you all the money! Spicy K smirked and said we already have it, she…pushed…me…..

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My husband, yo baby daddy - Short Story

Scene I – Ponderosa Mansion

Lara

I have no idea why this gal keeps calling my phone, Poppy done gave her the child support and he no longer deals with her, cuz she is beyond ignant. So the entire ordeal falls upon me, I’m far from hood, ghetto and I’ll never be a trashy ass baby mama. I’m gone call her back but after I finish fucking my husband, her baby daddy. He is patiently waiting for his mamacita, as I prepare his pussy for a mid-day special. If she only knew how to please him the way I do, she would be rocking this ice I have on my finger everywhere she went. Unfortunately, he needed a little latin love, real hair, real nails, real boobs, and a real ass in order for him to grab, squeeze, and have a little fun. I have no problem obliging him with daily blow jobs, nightly sex, and afternoon snacks. I don’t have to work, I choose to do whatever I want, and sometimes he is enough and sometimes he isn’t. My sex drive is so high, so when he is at work, I get tired of effortless attempts to please myself, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Most of these women have side dudes and I ain’t got time for a dude to be all up in my business, stalking my house, watching my children play, and waiting on me to go to the mailbox so he can finish his whack ass conversation.

Scene II - Waffle House

Lara

Every Tuesday my husband has to go to Tunica MS for an all-day meeting, and every Monday night, I seek the opportunity to find a suitable lover for the night. As I normally do, I ask one lucky guy on backpage to meet me at one of my chosen hotels, this time it was the Red Roof Inn. I didn’t need no fancy ass sheets, no nosy ass maid, and definitely the less crowded the better, which means no witnesses. I loved my life but this chica had to find another way to release the inner beastie. I texted him from my trap phone and told him to meet me at the Waffle House and to wear a white tie, to sit by the window in the booth and be alone. He abided, I pull up and park in the far spaces in the parking lot, I didn’t want him to know which vehicle I was in just-yet. I texted again and told him to go thru the kitchen and come through the back door. Once I saw him exit, and he was alone, I pull down on him and ask him to get in, he does just that and glares at me, smiling, he is cute, dressed in a suit, business like and seems to be really serious. His smiled faded away, we sat in silence as I drove up to the door of the hotel room. I reached for my door handle; he put his hand over my right hand, and nodded his head. He came to my door and opened it, I grabbed my purse and proceeded to the hotel room. This guy here is a real gentleman, if I had panties on, I’m sure they would be moist, but since I didn’t, I felt wetness oozing down my leg, but I couldn’t let him know that chivalry was my weakness. I placed my purse on the bed, he came over to me and said “$500.00 to stay in the hotel, $1000.00 to go on the roof?” I picked up my purse, “You don’t need your purse, to make you feel more at ease, I’ll place this stack in your purse, do you mind if I open your purse?” Um, no, be my guest. “Good, so what do you say?” Let’s go. “I’ll lead the way,” he is making me think he has done this before, it’s not really about the money, it’s moreso about the thrill and I’m loving it thus far.

Scene III - Red Roof Inn - Roof Top

Lara

We make it to the roof and the lighting is dimly lit, he tells me he’ll be right back. So I start undressing, tonight I decided to wear a gold bralette with V-string panties to match; I walk over to the ledge and straddle it. I get lost in my thoughts as I look at the beautiful view, he sneaks up on me, with a camera and begins taking photos, he is telling me how pretty I am, how he loves my skin and my hair, as he handed me a champagne glass. No real dialogue has taken place, he pulls me off the ledge, turns me around, only to blind fold  and leads me to a blanket, I’m clearly tipsy from the Percocets I popped earlier, he is fully clothed but places my hands above my head, and puts handcuffs on them. I get nervous, what are you doing?! “Relax, bondage is a part of the deal, if $1000.00 is not enough, than I will give you an extra $2000.00 but you must remain quiet and I promise not to physically hurt you. All of me was kicking and screaming, and my mind was telling me no, but my pockets were screaming YES! How long will this encounter take, “Just give me 2 hours of your time, agree?” I bowed my head to focus my thoughts and try to convince myself that this was a bad idea, but when I lifted my head up, he was placing stacks in my hands and I turned my head to the side , smirked a little and nodded yes.

Big Daddy

Lara thinks she has it all planned out, I knew she was money hungry and I thought it would take a lot more to put her in a compromising position, but obviously Rodney ain’t doing his job. Oh yeah, I have no choice but to fuck her and it will be my pleasure cuz she so fucking pretty. I might taste that sweet ass pussy she carrying around like an expensive lethal weapon as well. Hell, the dom wasn’t even part of the agreement, but since she is in full cooperation, I’ll take the lead. I placed a blind fold over her eyes and led her to the ledge, asked her to reach her arms out to feel her way around and to get in a comfortable standing position and spread her legs apart. She leaned over and did just what I asked, I slide under her, using only my teeth to pull her panties down, I’m also using my tongue to tease her as I get her panties off, her legs are already shaking. I have a mini camera that makes no shutter sound and I begin taking up close photos. After I was done tasting that pussy and watching that pussy juice drip down her legs, I needed her in another position. I took her hands off the ledge, turned her body around and took off her bra top. I then picked her up and sat her on the ledge, she was nervous at first, but I held her, kissed her neck, rubbed her back and watched her body relax. I said, be still my sweet, I just wanna look at you. Taking more photos of her, I felt some type of way, this woman is so innocent, and beautiful, I hate that I have to complete this mission but a job is a job and money has no emotions attached to it.

Lara

Something about this whole situation seems so fishy, but I need the money to handle some business, especially if I’m planning to travel to see my family in Ecuador, it’s quite expensive. But I’m listening to my surroundings because he insists my eyes stay covered and my wrists stay cuffed, is it a turn on? Maybe, is it scary? Definitely. Do I like danger? Always. But what’s his aim though, I can’t seem to figure it out. Sweetie, can you take these cuffs off, I wanna show you something you ain’t never seen before. “Hmm, oh yea, well you’ve peeked my interest darling, there you go, now show me what you want me to see.” I couldn’t see so I started crawling on my knees, feeling for objects, I had no idea what spectacular act I needed to perform. So I did what came natural, I ask him to come near me, and remove everything from waist down. He complied, so I felt his feet, and I began kissing toe by toe, dragging my kisses upwards his legs while I gently massage his legs on my way up. Landing on his thighs, I tongue kissed them, very sloppy as he grabs my head with force, I knew that I had to hit one of his spots. I had to find a weakness, and I felt his body sway back and forth, and when he came forward, I mouthed him and inched up to him without using my hands till I reached his pelvic bone. I heard a sigh of relief, I begin feeling the ground around me and came across his gun. I started back rubbing his legs and I sucked him harder with hopes he would be closing his eyes. I reached for the gun and pushed him hard as I could and pointed the gun point blank range to his head. Who sent you! “Sweetie, this is not personal, I was hired but I can’t tell you by who, but you know who, am I right? Now, I had no idea that you were so fucking beautiful, gorgeous, and –“ Cut the shit, I should blow you away like they did my great grandparents in Mexico. “Sweetie, I had nothing to do with that.” Well you’re gonna pay for it and text Poppy and give him a little message from me, tell him the next time he send somebody fa me, tell him not to send a bitch nigga.

Do you want more? - Short Story

Scene I – Fox and Hound – Southaven, MS

Ashley - AKA Pooh Bear

My boyfriend always tripping, I love him though, I got this new gig and I travel way more often than I did without him. He wants to go everywhere I go, but I won’t allow him, because I want him to get a fucking job and float his own weight. I’m not gone be the freak in the sheets, lady in the streets, Molly the maid, Betty the Crocker, and the breadwinner, he gots me all the way fucked up. He claims he wants to go to school but lays on my couch smoking reefah all day and chilling with his homeboys playing the Xbox. Not my idea of a husband, I don’t know how he bought me a ring, but I saw it on accident the other day while I was cleaning. Little does he know, I ain’t marrying him, I'm not marrying any man who can’t prove he can provide for me and give me a sense of security. He just came from the corner store and scraped up 2 quarters for 2 loose cigarettes, and I can bet on the way home, he gone ask me to buy him a $2.00 beer. He really doesn’t drink cheap beer, he prefers the Corona, but he wants to take it easy on my pockets and downgrade his taste. Hell, that ain’t helping, as the waiter to brings the ticket to the table, he all of a sudden has to use the restroom, as he has ordered a full rack of ribs, a sirloin steak plus the cheese sticks as an appetizer. I look into my purse, looking for my wallet, I realized I left it at home in my pants pocket. Shit! Um, I need to run to the house and I’ll be right back, tell bae, to stay here, I need to run to Frayser really quick. The waiter had a strange look on his face, as if he was getting off shortly and I was fucking with his time. Fuck I’m posed to do, I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door.

Scene II - Frayser Blvd

Ashley

Damn! Why is it so much traffic out here? This is highly uncommon, I stop at the red light and look to my left and I see my ex-boo thang in traffic, he pulls beside me in a Cadillac, which is his usual style. He had 28’s on it, custom paint job, and he was beating down the block from the wang in his trunk. I said to myself, Ashley, you got a nigga, he broke as fuck, but he yours. His window came down, I smiled, “what’s up baby, where you headed?” I’m headed to the house, “I’ma follow you.” I know I should have declined him but I just replied, okay. Hell, how in the fuck was Tory gone get to the house anyways, I will just catch up with him for a minute. We pull up and I get out of the car, he stepped out, dripping in diamonds, looking like he just left a video shoot. Damn! You looking fly as fuck, where you coming from? “Awe baby, this my every day look, I done came a long ways, since you left me.” Ain’t that some shit, I ain’t even gone play into that bullshit trap he just put out there. So what exactly do you do for a living that affords you this look of marvelousness? “I became a lawyer baby, I went to law school and I graduated last year and I joined the Ballin, Ballin and Fishma firm. I started as an intern and they loved my street mentality mixed with my highly educated intelligence and I’m currently ranking in double digits monthly. So what does your man do for a living?” Why in the fuck does he keep me in these uncomfortable ass situations? Should I boost Tory up or tell him the truth? Well, he is in between jobs right now. “So that means you fucking with a bum basic nigga, right?” Yeah, nigga, yeah. “It’s okay baby, I still got mad love for you, let me ask you some doe?” What Ken? “Does that pussy still taste like cherries?” Boy you crazy, only one way to find out is all I can tell you. “Ah shit, an invitation, I got time and I got money, what you need baby?” Um, I got a man Ken. “I ain’t ask you what you had, I asked you what you need?” Umph, well to be honest, I need a few bills paid, no more than $5000.00 though. “Same ol Ashley, yo ass padding that shit, you probably got one bill due and that’s the mutha fucking light bill and it ain’t nothing but $200.00!” I smirk and say, it’s been a minute, “lead the way.”

Fox and Hound

Ashley

“Sir, I’m not sure where your wife is at, but your ticket is $59.23, how would you like to pay for it?” Hold up my guy, I got it, I’m just waiting on her because we rode together. But I’ll pay you, here is my credit card, take a $20.00 tip for your inconvenience. I don’t know where in tha fuck Ashley at but I’m finna Uber my ass back to the house. I know she thought I ain’t have no money, but Ion let her money hungry ass know all my moves because we will never have shit. I been saving money to buy her this house she been dreaming of, so I pretend not to have much, plus she don’t really like how I get my money, so I don’t let her know too much of my business. I already got a bid on a spot and I can’t wait to surprise her with it, she gone love it and she will finally trust enough, to turn over the torch, and allow me to run the household as a man should. Let me get to the house, I can’t even call her cuz my phone dead and tell her not to come. Maybe I’ll get the Uber to stop me by Kroger to get her some flowers, that'll put a smile on her face, cool he pulling up now.

Frayser Blvd

Ashley

I lead the way alright, straight to the attic, couldn’t take a chance that Tory could walk-in and since the attic has a back door, the escape should be easy, if need be necessary. It’s extra hot in the attic and I’m trying to move shit around to give us some space and I find the blow up mattress, I bend down to blow it up and begins pumping my ass through my clothes. Gone nah, let me finish, “fuck that air mattress” I just need to get things done right. I see money in the air falling to the ground, I look back at him and he has a stack of money, flipping one bill out a time. Like you said, fuck that air mattress, we begin undressing at the same time. By the time I was finished, it was a bed of money for me to lay on, I eased down and laid on my on my back, he stood in front of me in awe and glory. His body is glistening from the peek-a-boo sunlight that’s shining through the small window near the ceiling. Looks like he has been working out and I know I have, I placed on my matching pantie and bra set from a new collection I recently discovered. Tory says it’s the shit and I’m glad I put it on today, it grips and cups my breast, and shows my round ass that I’ve been working on. So I decided to give him a floor show, I turn over on my knees and begin wiggling my ass in slow, fast, and circular motions, I pat my ass to give it an extra jiggle and pull my panties to the side to remind him how pretty my pussy is, he kneeled down, kissed the small of my back, gripped my ass and slid in the tip of his rock hard pipe. Memories flashed before me, he wanted me to beg, and I did, I tried to throw my ass back, his hands were firm. (whispering) Please give it to me baby, I can’t take no mo. He didn’t say a word, as he thrusted into my garden, listening to my moans and flowing with the rhythm, changing his strokes based on the pitch of my moan. No words were needed, I tried to control myself but losing control is exactly what he wants me to do and I cooperated to the fullest extent. All I could do is swing my head back and forth, turning my head to the far left just to see him in action and letting him do what he do, and then as soon as he is about to cum we hear chirp chirp, the alarm is deactivated. I don’t know if it’s the kids or if it’s Tory….

Pimp's Paradise

Scene I – Atoka, TN

P Shoota

Just left the P Shoota Ranch # 1 and the stress is unbelievable, Jam is supposed to be helping me manage the hoes and her ass tricking off the money she was supposed to be giving me. Now, she knows the consequences and repercussions to her actions, I’ve always made myself very clear on the expectations and I always take in consideration of known happenstance. But, this here is pre-planned bullshit, it’s been a minute since I had to exert power, but today is the day. I know exactly where she is at, because Tee Tee gave me the scoop like she always does, she is next in line for the House Hoe position and she is trying her best to make daddy happy and I appreciate that, I always reward good behavior.

Scene II – Millington, TN

P Shoota

Now, Tee Tee said she was on Hwy 51 at the Days Inn, a fucking 2-star hotel, with Que, an arch enemy, every now and then, some nigga has the audacity to try and take one of my hoes. Last time I checked, I was at 87, with some to spare, but niggas don’t want the average hoe, they try to take the bottom bitches, and that’s when we have a major problem. Let me call Tee Tee, “Hey Daddy” what’s up, what room you say she was in? “She is in 196 daddy, you want me to call her and tell her to open the door?” Hell nawl, I want you to do what I told you to do before I left and don’t disappoint me, you know how I feel about disappointments right? “Yes, daddy” Click. I have collected many master keys for years, to several hotel rooms around the city, and Days Inn was no exception. I park my Rolls Royce right in front of the door, dim the lights to day lights only, this wasn’t going to take long, so I leave my keys in the car. A nigga wouldn’t dare, I’m known around country anyways, all of my shit got blood on it. I walk up to the room, feet light as a feather, even a ghost would be scared cuz he wouldn’t hear me coming. I slowly insert the key card into the door, barely twist the knob and step into the room. They were in a jacuzzi suite, I tip-toed around the corner, and announced my presence. Water looks warm, their heads turn quickly to look at the door, I flash my smile and said, you two get dressed and meet me in the bedroom. They didn’t know what to think from my nice demeanor, but here lies anger behind my smile. They walk in carefully, easing to two different sides of the bed. Naw, y’all get close like y’all were when I first walked in. I smiled as they eased beside one another as if I was going to harm them. Wonder what they are thinking as we sit in this ackward silence, while the lamp on the table begins to flicker. I pull up a chair, and take a seat, I look at them as sweat is falling from their foreheads. I stand up and say, nigga, I’ma deal with you later, you know where to meet me. Hoe, stand up and get to attention, she rushed up and stood with her feet close together, and her hands closed, arms straight and close to her sides. Go get in the car, she bent down to pick up her clothes and I back handed her, I didn’t say pick up your clothes, you wasn’t shame when you brought yo mutha fuckin’ ass up in here, take yo ass to the car and don’t make me say it no mo. She slid past me, as if I couldn’t touch her again if I wanted to, I let her slide and I'll handle her when we get back to the ranch. “Aye P, main I ain’t really know she was yours, I thought she was untouched.” Nigga no you didn’t, you gone stand here in my face and lie to me, I was gone let you slide with a few broken ribs but since you tryna play me for a fool, bet that. “Naw P, I have heard some weird shit about the things you do to people who cross you.” Yet, you crossed me anyways, ain’t that some shit, I snap my fingers, my crew comes to this door, I walk towards the door, but I slightly turn around to tell em’ to murck that nigga.

Scene III – Cordova - Ranch

P Shoota

It was a silent drive home, I was really tryna calm down because I didn’t necessarily want to be upset, but I knew Jam ass was gone try me again, if I didn’t handle her. Plus, I didn’t need for the other hoes to get any ideas, thinking this shit gone fly with P Shoota. I put the car in park, she has tears streaming down her face, I am immune to that bull shit, bitch getcho ass out the car and go in room # 17. She ran in the house, ass naked and silence came about in the house as she left the door wide open, the other hoes ran to the door in a single file line with their purple crown royal bags. They know what time it is, I hand my bag to Tee Tee and tell her to take up the collection for the night. I go up the winding staircase and walk to number 17, twist the door knob and Jam is sitting in the far corner of the room. I asked her to lay across the bed, face down and bury her face. I eased on the bed, pull my pimp cloth out of my pocket, put the cloth around her neck and begin strangling Jam. She was kicking and trying to scream, I pulled harder, her body went limp. I placed my cloth back into my pocket, and walked out and closed the door behind me. Picked up my cell phone and sent the squad a group message [Room 17]. As I walked back down the steps, my hoes was still in line, and Tee Tee was the line leader, she handed me my bag, and I asked her was anybody short? “No daddy, and I had extra.” I hop in the whip, pulled off and Tee Tee texted me, “EMERGENCY” they must’ve discovered Jam in the bedroom, FUCK! I forgot to tell them not to open the door. Fuck it, lesson learned, never fuck with P Shoota…..

I'll Do Whatever You Want....Short Story

Scene I - Mud Island River Park

Evelyn

I came to the river park to feel some fresh air, Greg called to my surprise, and wants to meet up with me, not sure why, but hey, why not. I ain’t got shit to do, I decided to blaze in the park area, under the trees, where no one was present, it was peaceful, quiet, and relaxing. He pulls up in a nice whip, clean cut, I noticed his height, he has to be at least 6’5”, then he has a swagger walk, and his shoe game is some serious, check marks all down my list. I’ve been celibate for the past year and I don’t wanna break my celibacy for an ordinary guy.

He tells me upfront about his wife-to-be and the child that they share, I can’t lie, it stings initially, not because I wish I was her, but I would love for a man of his statue to take me serious and pursue me with all force. I’ma use the YOLO as my motivation, I’ma have me a man, by hook or by crook. I already channeled in my inner chica, Eve, to come on out, might as well do this shit. This good snatch gotta be what he want, what he don’t know is, that I’ll do whatever he want me to do.

Scene II - Memphis International Airport

Evelyn

I’m running late as hell, which is as-usual by the way, and I notice Greg in a uniform, who knew that he was a pilot with Allegiant Air. I put a holt in my steps, and did a you-turn with my feet to place myself in his presence. I approached him straight groupie style, I was so extra with it, I laughed at myself in the inside. Our mutual co-workers joined the conversation, I bowed out and I messaged him in the messenger app and said, “Meet me in Corridor B, employee break room, make sure the coast is clear, #227 is the code, I’ll be in there in 5 minutes. He looked both ways as if he was crossing the street and proceeded to head to the corridor. Awe yeah, I’m about to cash in on this smooth, athletic, suave’ man, oh my goodness, funny part is, that he has no idea of my capabilities. I send my belongings with John, as he is also a flight attendant with Southwest, and told him to give me 25 minutes, then text me when the pilot gives his announcement. As I’m walking towards the break room, one of my coworkers came up to me, I tried to ignore her but she insisted on talking to me, I catch an attitude and tell her I need to relax before the plane takes off, I needed some alone time and that I would see her shortly. Whew, dodged that bullet, I ease in the break room, turn around and put the sign on the door that said, “meeting in progress” the break room was nice, a great view of the city, 3 areas, a main area and off the main area where two cozy corners, where it was made like a mini hotel room. I walked around the corner and I didn’t see him, so I tried cozy corner room number two and he was lying on the couch with his hands interlocked behind his head, stalked naked. Weren't you worried if someone else was gonna come in here? “Not at all, since you was calling the shots, I figured you had that all under control, I decided to undress since we were running on a tight-time-schedule. I put on my sexy walk as I begin walking and undressing at the same time, a smirk came across his face and I knew he was gone love this shit. I straddled him, and trailed my fingers across his chest, as I bow my head, as he grabs his growing erection, and gently places it inside my sweet, warm, juicy center. I decided that straight fucking was the way to his heart, I bucked on his massive dick, as it sank into me, moving my organs and shit. I needed this part of life and so did he, we are sweating profusely, but we weren’t done yet. He picked me up and placed me on the window ledge, I grabbed the window like spider man, and he began pounding this pussy as if he was trying to stake a claim on it.  My watched beep, John sent a message “getting ready for take off, where you at?” Damn baby, hurry up, I gotta go. “Not before I taste that sweet paradise.” Baby, we don’t have the ti---, my thoughts became scrambled, FUCK that job, I’ll get another one. Then John sent me another message, “I told them you was checking on a customer’s luggage, so hurry the hell up!” Hell, by the time I checked that message, we had moved to the table top, I sent him a reply and told him I was on the way. I looked at him and told him I come back thru Memphis on Sunday night around 11, and he said he can make sure he is in Memphis by Sunday at 11. We smiled, I hurriedly put my clothes on, I see the red-light flashing meaning take off is in progress, I opened the doors, race down the hall, and arrived just in time to for roll call. I’m still sweating though, I dab my makeup, flipped my hair and appear to look refreshed after a great fuck. As I was scrolling through my purse, I see a handwritten note on a sticky pad, it read, “I’ll do whatever you want” how did he sneak that in my purse, oh we are gonna have a lot of fun. As I was caught up in my daydream, I felt something touch my leg, made my flesh crawl. This lady sitting in the coach section in the first chair on the last aisle row tugged my uniform and said, excuse me ma’am but I think you forgot something, my dear, her eyes shift downward and I follow her stare only to see….

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Peaches says, Do what I say....Short Story

Scene I – Memphis Public Library

Peaches 

Getting tired of the fucking Psychology bullshit, I don’t know why I majored in this shit, I’m not even interested, I would love to be a dental hygienist, I have this thing about teeth. Besides that, it’s a pretty little redbone across the table on the other side of the library, she is on the computer side, I don’t know why I am attracted to women. I love men though, but curiosity still strikes me every now and then, even though I promised my fiancé I was done with women, forever. Maybe this will be my last encounter, I usually dig older chics, they have taught me so much, especially the dominant ones. This one is a little younger, I kinda like it, I think I’m gone play the dominant role and let her be the femme, she might like that, especially since she seems so dainty. I watch her as she walks across the room, sashaying-n-shit, looking good-n-shit, hair flowing-n-shit. She started walking towards my direction, I refocus myself as I pretend to concentrate on my finals paper, she says to me, “can you help me with my homework, I’m having a little trouble with my composition analysis?” Sure, I can, but I’m actually getting ready to leave, we can meet somewhere or you can come over to my house, I live alone and I have a small Pomeranian, he loves people, most of the time. “Okay, great, give me your name and number and I’ll text you later.” Cool, they call me Peaches, real name Patty, yea I know, I have old parents. “Yea, that’s cool, see you tomorrow.” Hell, I was lying, I need about 2 more hours to study and plus I would like to gauge her interest level to see where her mind is at, I’ma hit that, I wonder will it be her first time.

Scene II – Dale’s house - Collierville, TN

Dale

How did the studying go at the library babe? “It went well, I got a lot accomplished today.” Oh really, are you cooking tonight? “I ordered pizza, should be here in about 10 minutes.” Her ass don’t never cook, I know she in school and shit, but a brother be hungry, she needs to step her game up before I skip my ass next door to Vanessa’s house, where I can smell neck bones, greens, candied yams and homemade cornbread, she always offers me a plate, every-single-time Peaches leave. I kinda ate a plate yesterday, I wonder why she don’t have a man, she told me about her struggle and I felt so bad for her that I gave her $300.00 towards her light bill.  If I tell Peaches, she gone flip the fuck out and swear I’m fucking that chic, so I’ma keep it to myself. “Baby I’m finna make a run to Marsha’s house and I’ll be back a little bit later, love you.” Her ass always on the go, leave me to here to fend for myself, she was getting better with spending time at home but now, I don’t know what she got going on. But Vanessa just texted me and asked me did I wanna come over and watch Orange is the New Black, seems innocent enough and I’m tired of being alone in this house.

I knock on the door and Vanessa comes to the door, dressed in short shorts, tube socks and a fitted shirt, not really my choice of clothes for a woman but she not my woman. She had prepared a snack for us and had it all laid out for us, she had some rotel, beer (my favorite kind), and lead us to her theater room, where I was pleasantly surprised that it was really nice. I told her I would only watch a few episodes because I needed to clean up before Peaches came back home, she is usually tired and I like to make her comfortable so she can relax before work tomorrow. “That’s fine Dale, I was just lonely and thought we could kick it because Peaches is always on the go.” Ain’t that the truth, after the first episode, we already went through a six pack, she had a mini-fridge that had 2 more cases, I’m already way past my limit, I better go home before some shit pop off that could cause me trouble. She walked past me and all I saw was her ass jiggling and the switch in her hips that I’ve never noticed before, when she bent down to get the beers, I felt my Johnson rising, down boy, this is not our woman. n I tried to readjust my pants, so she wouldn’t notice the budge, but it was too late. She came and sat on my lap, I wanted to fight her off but my johnson was loving that shit, he needed attention and so did I. My hands was rubbing her ass before I knew it and then she straddled me backwards and allowed my hands to rub that pussy, her shit was dripping, I knew I had already fucked up. Fuck it! She was so turned on by my finger game she eased up out those shorts and laid in the middle of the floor and said, “how do you want it?”

Scene III Marsha’s house - Germantown, TN

Peaches 

It was easier than I thought, getting out of the house with Dale, he had no idea, Marsha is out of town and I’m kinda house sitting. I texted Kisha and told her tonight would be better if she was able to make it, she agreed and said she was on the way. I cleaned up the other day but I want to create a fuck space, I mean study space so I can help her with that analysis bullshit. She blows the horn, I open the door, so she knows which door to enter. I ask her to sit her things down and then I tell her I can’t work without a drink, she agrees, I make a margarita and put a little extra alcohol in it, this one drink probably has enough alcohol in it for 3 drinks. She tastes it and says how strong it is, told her we will need it because of all the work we have to do. Her assignment was simple, I had the same teacher, so I pulled an old assignment from my email, revised it and printed it for her, she felt so much better. I watched her as she drank all of her drink, telling me about her problems and that she hadn’t had a man in a year and wanted to know if I could hook her up with someone. We laughed and I had to help her to the bathroom because she was drunk as hell, I pulled her skirt up, pulled her shirt off, allowed her to pee, and carried her back into the living room. She said “you’re so pretty, I need a new friend,” I can be more than that, I know you need a man, but I’m sure I can be a great substitute. I opened my purse and let my vibrator work the lips of her labia, she was loving that shit, I asked her if she wanted me. All I needed was the go ahead, and she gave it to me. Just know I’m in charge and we’re gonna play a game called Peaches says, similar to Simon says, are you ready? “Yes,” Ok, Peaches says, keep quiet and don’t say a word. Peaches says, lay in a doggy style position, head down and close your eyes. I placed the strap on around my hips with flawless effort without missing a beat. Peaches says, take this dick and throw that pussy back on me, yeah-that-way. Peaches says, turn over on yo side and let me slowly slide it in, and remember no sounds. Peaches says, come lay on top of me and ride my face while I fondle those perky breasts. Now your turn, she flips over and I tell her, I didn’t say Peaches says, now that causes for you to be reprimanded. BANG! BANG! BANG! Marsha, it’s a fire in apartment 2, get out now! “Who is Marsha?” Don’t ask no questions, get your shit and let’s get out of here.

Scene IV – Dale’s house - Collierville, TN

Peaches 

I pull up at the house and I see Dale walking from Vanessa’s apartment and he looked like he had a love spell bound on him, what in the hell is going on? They don’t see me as I creep up the stairs, I’m mad as hell, tears rolling down my face, I whip out my taser, rage came over me and I….

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Hell of A One Night Stand - Short Story

Epilogue: Who is this man on my timeline? He is so handsome, fine AF (as fuck) and he is so talented at what he does and a damn good salesman fa sho. If I could get close to him, I wonder if he would find me attractive, my imagination is running wild as I fathom the thought of us in different positions, taking trips, shopping, and making love in different cities, different places where our worries would be put on the back burner.

Scene I - Foot Locker - Southland Mall 

Jasmine 

This dude is fresh to death, I like his True Religion jeans and shirt, it's a perfect combination for his style. As I was walking out of HerShe, I purposely accidentally bumped into him, excuse me I say, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. "It's all good, you from Memphis?" I can't believe he is holding a conversation with me, I feel like a school girl, with a high school crush on the quarterback of the team. Yes, I'm from Memphis, been here all my life, what about you? "Yeah, I was born here, lived a few other places but my heart and my family is here. I tell you what, call me later, I may be getting out, I would love to catch a drink with ya and chop it up." As my insides are screaming, my pussy starts to jump in excitement, calm down kitty, although this drought I've been going through, just may come to an end. I'm older now, so who gives a fuck about what others think, my plan was to fuck this man a year ago, and the opportunity looks very enticing, I'm finna text him in about an hour, I gotta go home and change my clothes, put the kids to bed, make sure they have eaten and shit. Hmm, I sure wonder if he is serious or nah, well I suppose time will tell.

Scene II – In Route to Outback Steakhouse 

Jasmine

He just texted me and told me to meet him at Outback on Union, I was already anticipating the outcome of the end of this date. I'm nervous, I'm hoping he see how awesome I am and bring his fine self ova to me, by letting me have my way. Yeah, he told me had a baby mama and a few children, and I know he may be a little tied up doing the family thing, but I'm feeling him though. I gotsta make him mines someway, somehow, and I think I have just the plan.

I pull up and he tell me he is already inside at a table waiting on me, he said he always arrives early, and if I'm on time, then I'm late, I took note of that. I decided to wear a fitted shirt, some pearls, and some fitted jeans, I was a little casual earlier today, and I wanted to show him, I can spruce up rather nicely, if need be necessary. In our small talk, I made sure to show my flirty side, I am very touchy-feely, his face is so smooth, his beard is cut to a tee, and his teeth are imperfectly perfect. We connect so well, to my surprise we have a lot of things in common, similar interest and honestly, he would make the perfect ying to my yang. The waitress comes over with her head down and looks up smiling but that quickly faded away, when she called him by his government name. "James!" I look at him and he looks at me and gets up quickly and said, "baby let me explain?" Baby? Who in the fuck is this? "So on my 1^st day at work, you decided to bring a bitch to my job?" Angela said. "I thought you told me you was working at Logan's?" He said. At this point, I feel the need and urge to get the fuck up and get the fuck out, I just met the fine ass man, but I ain't down with the drama. I eased my way to the parking lot, and before I get to the car, she comes running out. "Bitch, is that what you do, prey on the all the husband's in the city, ol' tired looking ass bitch." Did this waitress working ass bitch, just call me tired and a ho? I lift my shirt up, to show her my .380, cuz I ain't gone play with this bitch, one thing fa show and two things fa certain, I got yo tired-bitch-ho.

Scene III - IHOP & Jasmine’s house 

Jasmine

What in the world just happened? Damn, I just had to pull over to the IHOP on Union and gather my thoughts. As I'm sitting here, a text comes through my phone [I'm sorry baby, I was really enjoying your company, I didn't know she was working there, honestly. I never would have put you in harm's way or get you involved in any bull shit. Can I make it up to you?] Make it up, bullshit, mane this dude is crazy, and he needs to get his life together, but I'ma respond and see what he wanna do. Text: [How you wanna make it up, cuz I'm still hungry and I love steak.] Wonder what his reply will be, really don't wanna get involved with him, but his charisma, his attitude, his spirit, is pulling me near, I smell trouble, but I like a little danger. Text: [Can I come to you?] This is a time in life, where I wish I had a side apartment, but it's all good, I'ma let him come to me and see what happens. I shoot him my address and I get home, only to find my house a mess, damn! I hate when I'm getting ready to go somewhere special, I totally ransack the place. He messages me and says, [Outside]. Umph, well we gone have to chill in the driveway, cuz ain't no fucking way, he coming up in here. I go outside and we are eyeing each other in the most seductive way, he asked me, "why you looking at me like that?" Hell, I couldn't tell him the real reason, that I was trapped in a mental fantasy in my head, as he was fucking the shit outta me. Oh, no reason, I'm just admiring your handsomeness, we have small talk, he seems to be feeling me and fa damn sho I'm feeling him. I decided to kick it up a notch, I caressed his face with the back of my hand, trimming the outline of his beard, sliding my fingers slowly down his neck, till I began rubbing his chest. I glare at him, as I see him trying to hold the beast in, but I was determined to see what the beast consisted of entirely. I told him he needed a massage, I asked him to lean forward, as I stroked his back, hitting his pressure points, causing him to let down his inhibitions and relax. As I went to his shoulders, he began to moan and looked at me with this glazed stare and said, "why you touching me like that?" Cuz you need it, you gone let me suck your dick? His breathing paused, I slipped my hands down to feel his erection and it was rock hard. I unzipped his pants so that I can feel his masterpiece, as I kissed him on his neck giving him maximum satisfaction until he couldn't take no more. I climbed into the driver's seat as he reclined his chair and I mounted him, he gave me full access, and I know I felt it in my stomach. As we were being taken away in ecstasy, the windows fogged up, we opened our eyes and see a light flashing through the car window. I'm thinking in my head, is this the bitch or the police?

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