Throwback was light brown with big hazel eyes that locked on mine and followed my every move. Tina was on Baby Blue Mink, who was dark-skinned and stocky. Iceman was caramel-colored with dimples. I was on him too. I wouldn’t have minded having him and Throwback.
Tina and me stopped in the flow of traffic and walked over to the side to introduce ourselves.
“You might as well put my number in there while you at it,” Tina told the guy with the blue mink on as he was pressing buttons on his two-way sidekick.
“Oh, I’m two steps ahead of you, shawty. What it is?” Blue Mink asked with a heavy southern accent.
Tina recited her cell number. Meanwhile, I started talking to Throwback. We first exchanged names and numbers. Then we had a brief conversation about my outfit and how good I looked in it. After a couple laughs and flirtatious comments, we parted ways. We couldn’t be standing around with niggas for too long because there were too many more ballers that we wanted to get acquainted with.
From what we saw when we weren’t in the hall, the game was pretty good. We had courtside seats too, so that made it even better. We got to see all those fine-ass athletes up close and personal. Kobe Bryant did his thing, despite the crowd’s boos. And A.I. put on a good show too. But I must say, I was more excited to see Michael Jordan play. In his whole career I had not seen him play. It took for him to come out of retirement and be in an All- Star game for me to see him live. But I’m glad I finally got the chance. After the game ended and the MVPs were announced, people flooded the halls once again. Tina and me took our time getting to the exit because we wanted as many people to see us as possible, especially outside when we stepped into the Hummer. Girls were dressed in tight miniskirts and see-through shirts, freezing their asses off for attention, and were pissed off when niggas looked past them to see who the two pretty bitches were gettin’ into the Hummer. Tina and me were crackin’ up. We had the driver turn the radio up real loud, and we had the windows down. We were sipping on Cristal, nasty and all just to see the look on bitches’ faces. Niggas were walking up to the window tryin’ to holla, some were just staring, and others would just shout compliments to us. Overall, we stole the let-out. As you know, the let-out is just as important if not more than the game. It is when you truly see how people are holdin’. Because they can have on all the jewelry in the world, but if their wheels ain’t right, then they really ain’t doin’ it.
While we were making our way out of the parking lot, my cell phone rang. It was a Georgia number. It wasn’t surprising that I got a call from Throwback so quick, being as though him and his squad were from Atlanta and probably would be headed back home the next day. Like most out-of-towners, they were basically lookin’ to get some before they left.
“What’s crackin’, sexy?” Throwback asked me with his heavy southern accent.
“Who is this?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Damien.”
“Oh, Throwback, Blue Mink, and Iceman from Atlanta. What’s up?”
He chuckled. “Damn, you on ya job, ain’t you?”
“Basically,” I replied.
“Well, don’t worry, shawty, ’cause me and my boys ain’t finnin’ to rape nobody so you won’t be needin’ to give up no descriptions, ya heard.”
“Oh, that’s the least of my worries, trust me. Besides, those descriptions are for my records, not for no cops,” I said.
He chuckled again and said, “You cute as you wanna be, you know that? I’m feelin’ ya style, though.”
Then he popped the question. “What are yall gettin’ into tonight?”
“That all depends on what yall are gettin’ into.”
“Hopefully yall,” he said, being honest.
I was horny just talking to Damien, and Atlanta was long ways from Philly, so a one-night stand wouldn’t have hurt.
“If yall can find yall way to my house, then it’s a bet,” I said flirtatiously.
“Give me the address,” he replied.
The Three Moneyketeers, a nickname Tina came up with, found their way to my house. Tina and me had been waiting patiently. If we had pussies they would have been wet as shit when they pulled up in a platinum CLK 430 with twenty inches of chrome spinners. Got damn, I thought. Any plans of getting with Tariq that night just flew out the window.
Tina took Blue Mink and Iceman in one bedroom, and I had Throwback all to myself in my bedroom. Tina was great at what she did. She could easily handle two men without them getting the least bit suspicious about anything. She would say something like, “I like fucking with my skirt on” or “The only way in is through my ass.” Guys would just take her for being kinky and go along with her, and it worked. Me, on the other hand, I had a hard enough time trying to do one dude without him seeing or touching something he would regret.
Throwback was thrilled at my panties with the back cut out. He was even more thrilled that I had been willing to let him ass-fuck me the first time around. He was aggressive too. I had to make him stop a couple times. In bed he was opposite his subtle and sweet looks. He was like a raging bull. I guessed that was how he stayed so skinny. From that night on, the nickname Throwback stuck with Damien for more than one reason.
March
March found me back in business. Tariq was still playing his part, even though our time together was more limited than ever before because I had been traveling a lot more pursuing my various long- distance relationships. O had been keeping tabs on me after he realized he wasn’t the only cute motherfucker with cash. He had started spending more money on me, especially since he came up on a promotion. His opponent, the only other big-time dude in Delaware, had been killed, so O took over the whole state. Shawn was my getaway dude. Whenever I wanted to bounce, I called him and he would invite me on the road with him. He had been busy boxing, making money, and trying to be a champ. In the meantime, though, he sent me a credit card with a nice limit on it, and he made sure I never saw a bill. Throwback was my chat line buddy. We used up a hell of a lot of night and weekend minutes feeling each other out. We had become interested in each other on a different level than physical attraction. We liked each other’s conversation.
Things were looking up for Tina and me. She had the boxer Chris, the Puerto Rican hustler Jahuan, and she never did let go of white Derrek. They were all lacing her up.
I had just got back from New York from visiting Shawn. I hadn’t seen O in a week, and he had been blowing up my phone. I decided to get with him to keep him from trippin’ out on me. He had become so possessive.
He came to my house instead of me taking the trip to Delaware. That was a hell of a day. O looked good as usual. He had on an Enyce sweat suit and a fresh pair of Air Force Ones. I knew he wanted sex off the bat. I could see it in his eyes. Plus, lately that’s all he had been coming around for.
We sat on the couch, and he put in a DVD that he brought from home. It was a porno. At first I wanted to tell him to take it out and go the hell home. I was really losing feelings for him. And even though I knew that getting used was part of the game for both him and me, I was beginning to hate it. I mean, all the other guys I dealt with treated me with a little respect. They didn’t just want sex. Tariq and I actually had romance in our relationship. And O used to be like that, but he been on some other shit for a while then and I had been getting bored with it. The only reason I didn’t cut him off right then and there was because he was still paying the note on that Range Rover I had sitting outside. Needless to say, I watched the porno with him and kept my mouth shut.
“Take off your clothes,” O demanded.
He was taking control again.
“Take off your clothes!”
I started unbuttoning my blouse slowly. O must have been impatient because he ripped my blouse off before I got to the third button. I didn’t know whether to be scared or what, but I stayed cool. He started kissing on my breasts. I had my hands on his arms to keep him from touching the wrong places. He was kissing me so hard and I was trying to keep up. Then he managed to get one of his hands free and he quickly grabbed between my legs. I jumped up.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I can’t,” I said, holding my blouse together. “I have a yeast infection,” I blurted out in embarrassment. I
