Anyway, here we are less than three hours later, and I have the goddamn police here at the salon, again, because someone tossed two big-ass metal pipes through the salon’s window. Glass and shit is everywhere. I’m glad no one got hurt. The last thing I need is someone trying to sue me on top of everything else that’s going on. Of course, no one was able to give a good description of the motherfucker who did this because he, like the nigga who smashed out my car window, had a hat pulled down over his eyes and a hoodie blocking his face. The only difference is he was short and dark-skinned.
Then, to add to my already pounding headache, I have these nosey ass police asking me a bunch of questions: Have you made any enemies recently? Have you had any disagreements with anyone? Could this have been a scorned lover? Do you know why someone would target you? My answer: No!
Now everyone here is all up in my business, asking me a ton of questions. I’m sure out of concern. But, still… it’s embarrassing to say the least. First, the shit with the nigga coming to my shop, next my car window being smashed out, then the fliers. Now this shit. I’m convinced this nigga is not going to give up until he breaks me down.
To makes matters worse, my paranoia has me thinking I hear bitches snickering as I walk by. I know how messy hating ass hoes can be, especially Shuwanda, so it wouldn’t surprise me if their laughter is at my expense. But come to find out Felecia tells me that while I was outside Shuwanda was in here running her mouth about Alicia giving everyone in earshot a play-by-play recap of how Alicia carried on at that party she took her to. Shuwanda was only being Shuwanda—a messy, backstabbing, two-faced bitch.
Then, coupled with everything else happening around here, Stax walks through the door with Jasper as I’m sweeping up glass.
“Yo, what the fuck happen here?” Jasper asks, frowning as he points at the window. His jaw tightens as he looks around.
I stop sweeping. “Some crazy ass threw a pipe through the window,” I tell him, cutting my eye over at Felecia. She lowers her head, busies herself looking through the appointment book. She keeps her mouth shut, but I know her. She wants to say something about my car. I have Jasper thinking it’s in the shop for repairs because someone sideswiped me.
“Did they catch this nigga?” he asks, staring at me.
I tell him no. Look over at Stax who’s standing by the counter, eyeing me on the sly while talking to Felecia. “Hey, Stax,” I say to him.
He nods at me. “What’s good, Pash? You aiight?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Oh, aiight, that’s wassup. I was telling ya peoples if you need me to set up a goon squad up over here, all you gotta do is say the word.”
That’s the last thing I need here. I force a laugh. “Oh, no. We’re fine. It was only some idiot acting a—”
“So what this nigga look like?” Jasper asks, cutting me off. A few of the stylists see Stax and Jasper and make their way to the front, smiling and grinning and shaking and popping their asses for attention. I give him what little information I know, tell him the people were coming out to replace the window, then change the subject.
“Umm, what are you doing here?” I ask, trying to mask my nervousness as I walk over and give him a quick kiss.
“I came to see my woman,” he says, pulling me into him. “Why, I need a reason to come through?”
“Not at all. I’m surprised. That’s all.”
“Yo, let me talk to you for a minute,” he says, taking me by the arm. “Yo, Stax, I’ll be ready to roll in a minute.”
“No doubt, playa,” he says. “Do you.”
Jaspers leads me to my office. All eyes are on him as we walk past the stylists’ stations. A few of the girls speak. He acknowledges them with a nod. As soon as we get inside the office, he shuts the door behind us, then locks it. He’s all over me.
“Yo, what’s good wit’ ya sexy-ass? I came through for some quick pussy.”
I reluctantly give in as he pulls me into him and starts kissing me and cupping my ass with both hands. He slips his tongue into my mouth, and we go at it until we’ve both gotten ourselves worked up. I’m stroking his dick, squeezing the thick bulge in his sweats as he kisses my neck, then tweaks my nipples, massages my titties. Slowly my pussy starts percolating in anticipation for what’s to come. I forget about the phone call earlier, the fliers, and the smashed out window. I block out the nigga’s threats, blank out the nigga telling me to suck his dick. Nothing else matters, but feeling my man’s dick deep inside of me. I squat down and yank his sweats down around his ankles before unleashing his beautiful black dick from out of his boxer briefs. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick, then slowly take him all the way to the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose, then swallow him past my tonsils until I have my nose buried in his pubic hairs.
He moans as I make soft humming noises while slurping him. “Oh shiiiiit…” I suck him nonstop without coming up for air, causing his knees to buckle. “Oh, fuck, baby…Gotdamn, your mouth feels like a pussy…this shit is so hot and wet…” He thrusts his hips, holding the back of my neck.
“Let me get in that pussy,” he says, reaching for me to stand up. I pull his dick out of my throat. “Damn, girl, you got my head all fucked up. C’mon, take them drawers off.” I’m glad I am wearing a skirt today, which makes it easier to remove my panties for him. He grabs them from me and sniffs them. “Yo, you got these panties nice ’n wet wit’ that gushy shit, baby. Bend over ya desk and let me eat that shit from the back.”
I do what I am told, forgetting that we are in my office and there are clients and staff on the other side of the door. He darts his tongue in and out of the back of my pussy, teasing my clit with his finger. He pulls open my ass cheeks and buries his face deep in the crack of my ass while he tongue drills me.
“Put your dick in me,” I beg in a whisper, winding my hips.
Twenty minutes later, we waltz out of my office like nothing ever happened, holding hands. Stax is sitting at my workstation talking to Shuwanda, Felecia, and a few patrons. They all seem to be hanging onto his every word like a bunch of lovestruck groupies. I shake my head, grinning.
“Yo, Stax, you ready to roll out?”
“Yeah, let’s roll,” he says, getting up. He looks over at me, smirking. “Yo, Pash, be easy, ma.”
“You, too,” I say, letting go of his hand. He grabs it back, then pulls me into him, kissing me in front of everyone. He and Stax say their goodbyes. And every bitch in the shop says goodbye back, ogling them as they walk out the door.
I am relieved to see the window repair truck pulling up outside. I make my way to the front of the salon to meet them. It’s then that I realize that I don’t have on my panties.
Two days later, I am picking Jasper up at the same spot for another “job search.” He has me sitting out in this fucking parking lot for almost forty minutes before he finally gets to the car. “Aye, yo,” he says, getting into the car and shutting the door. “Sorry you had to wait so long. Them muhfuckas up in there be on some real extra shit, word up. They had some bullshit-ass inspection, then I had to wait for my counselor to give me my pass. This bitch be on some extra shit, too. I can’t wait to get the fuck up outta there.”
I bite my bottom lip. Keep my mouth shut and let him rant on until I get sick of hearing it. “Where are we going?” I ask, changing the subject.
He glances at his watch. It’s going on ten in the morning. “Let’s go to the crib. I wanna stretch out in our
