“Hit me up later, aiight, baby?”
“Are you gonna pick up? Seems like whenever I call you, you don’t answer my calls.”
The minute we disconnect, I hit Kanika up. She doesn’t answer, but I leave her a message lettin’ her know when I’ma be in town.
“Hey, stranger, long time, no hear.”
“What’s good, baby?”
“You,” she tells me.
“That’s wassup.” I pause, decidin’ to get straight to the point. “Yo, you still suckin’ dick?”
“Yeah, why?”
I suck my teeth. “’Cause I want my dick sucked, you stupid bitch!” I hear myself sayin’ in my head. Instead I say, “You should come through and hit me wit’ some of that bomb-ass lip service.”
“We fuckin’?”
“Nah, baby, I just want my dick sucked, feel me? No convo. No fuckin’. Just suck and muthafuckin’ go. So, you wit’ it or what?”
She sighs. “If I’m comin’ out, I wanna ride down on some dick.”
“Look, I told you I ain’t checkin’ for no pussy right now; just some slow, sloppy, wet dick suckin’.”
“Damn, that’s real fucked up. You comin’ at me like I’m some real live dick washer.”
“I’m not,” she says.
“Then that’s what it is. I’m out.”
“Hello?”
“What’s good, baby?”
“You.”
“Oh, word? It’s like that?”
“You already know,” she says. I can tell the ho is smilin’ from ear to ear. Another call is comin’ through. I peep the number. It’s Sholanda’s dumb-ass callin’ back. I guess her trick ass has a change of heart and is ready to get her throat stretched. I ignore the bitch and keep on talkin’.
“That’s wassup. You feel like swabbin’ some dick?”
“I don’t know. It all depends on whose dick it is. Why?”
She sucks her teeth, sighin’. “Well, you gonna have to come to me ’cause I don’t feel like driving.”
I smile. “I’m on my way.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m showered, dressed and headed toward the parkway. Foxy Brown’s old joint “Hot Spot” is pumpin’. I got the windows down, and my left arm draped outta the driver’s side, chillin’. It’s nice as fuck out, and a nigga’s pissed that I’m posted up in this muthafuckin’ hooptie, instead of flossin’ in my shiny whip. But it is what it is. Like I said before, I’ll be damned if I let another ho fuck my shit up again. I shake my head, thinkin’ ’bout Racquel’s smutty-ass smearin’ dog shit on my muthafuckin’ windows, talkin’ ’bout the dog shit was for bein’ such a lyin’, no-good dog. Go figure! What kinda bitch would scoop up animal shit and smear it on a muhfucka’s windshield? A
I’ll never forget the night that it happened. I was at this club in Newark chillin’ ’n flossin’ wit’ my boys and poppin’ mad shit to a buncha bitches. At three a.m. we comin’ outta the club, and as I get to the spot where my whip is parked, I see my muthafuckin’ shit is sittin’ kinda low. I’m like, “What the fuck?” I walk up on my shit, and all four tires are slaughtered. Somebody had flatbedded me! A muhfucka was heated. Muhfuckas were out there clownin’ me, word up. And I wasn’t diggin’ it. Then to add insult to injury, someone had smeared shit all over my windows. I was out there spazzin’ for real, tryna figure out who the fuck did me in. Then all of a sudden, a dark car slowly drove by and I spotted
I sigh, shakin’ my head.
Yeah, it’s broad daylight, and? If ya ass ain’t seen a muhfucka’s dick before, then I guess you ’bout to catch more than an eyeful. I open her door, holdin’ my dick in my hand, closin’ it behind me wit’ my foot. I smile. She’s on her knees blindfolded and naked wit’ her mouth wide open, ready and waitin’. I walk over to her, then slowly slide the head of my dick in between her wet dick suckas. I pump her skull ’til a thick cream coats her throat. Then I pull out and jack the rest of my nut all over her face, smearin’ the last few drops ’round her lips.
24
“Yo, baby girl, what’s poppin’ wit’ that threesome? Or were you just runnin’ ya dick sucka?” I ask as soon as Falani picks up. I get outta bed, stretchin’. I was ’posed to get at her weeks ago ’bout settin’ this ep up. She probably thought I forgot. I yawn, glancin’ over at the clock: 9:24 A.M.
I spark a blunt. Take two puffs, holdin’ the smoke in my lungs, then head to the bathroom to drain the snake.
“Well, damn. It’s taken you long enough to finally get back to me. But no, I wasn’t fronting. It’s a go. All you gotta do is get here. My girl was asking me the other day if I had heard from you. She’s definitely with it. After I told her about you, that’s all she’s been talking about.” I exhale. “We’re waiting on you.”
When I’m done pissin’, I wash my hands, starin’ at myself in the mirror.
“Lydia.”
I grab my car keys and head downstairs, walkin’ into the kitchen. “Oh, aiight. She look good?”
“Yeah, she’s decent-looking.” I frown. When a chick says another chick is only decent-lookin’, that means one of two things for me: She’s either fly as hell and bein’ hated on, or she’s related to a damn gorilla.
“Don’t have me layin’ up wit’ nobody lookin’ like Shrek, or some wildebeest ’n shit.”
She laughs. “She’s far from either, trust me.”
“Oh, aiight. Just makin’ sure. So when we makin’ it pop?”
“You tell me. You’re the one who seems to have the busy schedule.”
“Next Friday,” I tell her, lookin’ at the mini calendar on the ’fridge door. I open it and take out a bottle of Dasani water, open it, then guzzle it down.
“Okay, perfect. I’ll let her know.”
“Bet. You gonna eat that ho’s pussy while I fuck you from the back, right?”
She laughs. “I don’t know about all that. I might let her eat mine, but I don’t think I can stomach licking another woman’s pussy. And why she gotta be a ho?”