Dirtiest Revenge

“Well, have you ever waitressed before?” Bigg Boss asked.

“Yes,” Kendra answered.

“Good. The job pays minimum wage, which is six fifty an hour plus tips.”

Upon hearing this information, Kendra asked if there were any openings for dancers. After she asked that, Bigg Boss turned and took a look at Kendra. Then, he said, “You want to dance? You sure you have what it takes?”

Kendra laughed. Then, she answered, “How hard could it be?”

She was now pumped with adrenaline. Bigg Boss commanded, “Stand up, so I can see what you’re working with.”

Kendra stood up and slowly turned around. She wasn’t shy at all. Bigg Boss turned up the volume on his stereo. H-Town’s “Knocking da Boots” blared through the speakers. Kendra started to grind to the beat, unbuttoning her shirt with one swift motion. She turned around seductively and made her ass clap. There was something about Kendra and the way that she moved that made Bigg Boss do the unthinkable. He grabbed Kendra by her waist and slid her thong aside with his tongue. Kendra jumped as Bigg Boss’s tongue entered her ass, but the feeling made Kendra experience a new high. Kendra rotated her hips slowly to the rhythm as Bigg Boss ate away at Kendra’s ass like it was his last meal on earth. Kendra squirmed and panted as she came. Bigg Boss unzipped his pants, pulled out a Magnum from his desk, and slid the condom on. He, then, guided Kendra onto his lap.

“Shit, gurl! This pussy is the bomb,’’ Bigg Boss said as Kendra squeezed her pussy muscles tighter, making him cum almost instantly.

Kendra became pissed as she thought, His tongue action was better than his dick game. Right then and there, she decided, if he wanted to hit it again, he’d have to pay to play. So, from her very first day, not only was she tipped well, but Bigg Boss was also her automatic teller machine.

“Damn, baby gurl, you know how to work that shit. Your pussy has flavor. I have the perfect stage name. Spice! So, when can you start?” Big Boss asked as he buckled his pants.

“I can start tomorrow night,” Kendra answered.

Kendra laughed as she reminisced. As she sped through the city’s highway, she became hungrier. She hopped on the 110 Freeway to Manchester. Kendra was happy to see that Roscoe’s House of Chicken and Waffles wasn’t crowded. She found a parking space, greeted the host, grabbed a menu, and placed an order for Nia and herself.

“I’ll have a number one, all wings, and a number two all dark and two eclipses.”

After her order was complete, she paid for her food and left a generous tip. Kendra drove down Manchester to her sister’s house. After exiting her vehicle with the two plates, she knocked on the door.

“Dayum, Ken! What happened to your face?” Nia exclaimed as she opened the door.

Kendra rolled her eyes and yelled, “Shut up, Nia! You’re always exaggerating!”

“No, ma. You haven’t looked in the mirror, have you?”

Kendra pushed her sister out the way and ran to the bathroom to look at her face. Once she looked in the mirror, she saw it was just as she had thought. Nia had put extras on it to make it sound like her face had been split open. Besides a few scratches above her eye and on her cheek, she was still fine. She searched the contents of her sister’s medicine cabinet and found some Neosporin. She washed her face and applied the cream. Afterwards, she left the bathroom and walked to the living room. In the living room, she found Nia on the couch, laughing. Kendra threw a pillow at her sister.

Still laughing, Nia said, “You always fall for the okie-doke. You’re still fine, Spice!”

Kendra sat on her favorite chair in the house. Once she was seated, Nia said, “So, you wanna tell me where you were last night?”

“Shit! I knew you weren’t going to let up,” Kendra exclaimed, sucking her teeth.

“Damn skippy! Might as well spit that shit out,” Nia said with a serious look.

Nervously, Kendra dug her feet in the rug and brushed her hair away from her face.

“Well, I was dancing, you know, the regular shit. It was a long, slow night,” Kendra began.

Nia hissed, “Bitch, get to the point! I could care less about how slow it was.”

“Bitch, do you want me to tell the story?” Kendra asked, rolling her eyes. “It was 9:45 when Tank came to me and said I had a special request in the boom boom room, and that’s when I met Trent.” A smile spread across Kendra’s face. Then, she continued, “To make a long story short, we connected, and I spent the night with him.”

Nia looked at her sister like she was crazy and said, “So, you’re fucking niggas who are paying for it now?”

“No! Trent was the perfect gentleman,” Kendra said, staring off into space while giving the food to Nia.

Kendra went to the kitchen to grab some hot sauce and two wine coolers out the fridge. While she was doing this, her cell phone rang. She rushed to pick it up, and almost dropped everything in her hands.

“Hello!”

“Hey, shawty.”

Kendra smiled at the sound of Trent’s voice.

“What’s good with you?” Trent asked.

“Nothing much. At my sister’s house,” Kendra replied.

“I assume you finished handling your business?” Trent questioned.

“Yeah. I did,” Kendra answered.

“Well, look, ma. I just finished up with some work. Why don’t you meet me downtown by the Staples Center in about an hour, okay?”

Kendra sighed, “Okay.”

“What’s wrong, lil mama?” Trent asked.

“A lot. I’ll let you know about it when I see you,” Kendra answered.

“A’ight, mama. See you soon.”

Kendra went back into the bathroom and made sure her face was presentable. She took another shower and opted to wear some cargo shorts and an Old Navy shirt. She brushed her hair back into a ponytail and applied some lip gloss. Once she was satisfied with herself, she told Nia that she was on her way to meet up with Trent. As she exited her sister’s house, Kendra called Trent to let him know that she was on her way.

“Aye, lil mama. When you get down this way, park your car on Twelfth and Fig, and I’ll come down.”

Kendra made her way through the LA traffic, bumping R. Kelly’s The R in R &B: The Greatest Hits Collection Volume 1 CD. The summer night was calm and breezy. Once she arrived at her destination, she called Trent and let him know that she had arrived. Then, she sat in her car and waited for Trent to come out and meet her. She looked around and wondered where he could possibly be coming from. She was surrounded by businesses that had already closed for the day. While she was wondering from where and when he would arrive, Trent knocked on the window, startling her. He opened her door. Kendra playfully punched him on the arm and teased, “This is the second time you’ve scared me today. Stop doing that.”

“C’mon, lil mama. Lock up the car, and let’s go,” Trent advised.

“Go where? I’m not leaving my car here, so the smokers can break in my ride!” Kendra said.

Trent reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt. Then, he took the keys out of the ignition. He put his finger to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet.

“I got you, shawty,” he said.

He grabbed Kendra by the hand and led the way. They walked a few blocks to a bar.

“I’m not dressed to go into a bar,” Kendra said.

“Relax, ma. You’re not here to meet any dudes. You’re my chick, and I think you look fine,” Trent answered.

Kendra held her head down. She didn’t want Trent to see her face. He noticed how she was holding her head, so he lifted her head up and asked, “What happened to your face, beautiful? You had a catfight or sumptin’?’’

He laughed once he saw the look in her eyes. He knew Kendra was serious.

“What’s really going on?” he asked.

Kendra gave him the short version of what happened. Then, Trent said, “Well, don’t trip, lil mama. As of today, you’re my girl, and I’ll protect you.”

They entered the bar, sat down, and ordered a few drinks. Ever since that day, they had been the happiest couple.