A Gangsters Melody (6 page)

“Yo Tray, let me holler at you real quick.” D-Boy said, getting Travon’s attention as they both disappeared into the kitchen area.
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“What’s good fam?” Travon asked.
“Yo. I just spoke to homeboy in D.C. and he’s going to need another one of those packages.”
“Damn. I just gave you that package earlier.”
“Yeah I told him that. He said that one is gone already.”
“Ya’ll niggas is killing me.”
“Shit, you should be happy that they’re selling this fast.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right. I’ll square you up tomorrow before I leave, but this is a big order. Don’t fuck this up.”
“Nigga do I ever fuck up? Now let’s get back to partying with them hoes. You know them bitches is some freaks right? The girl Terry already gave me and L.V. some head. And Sincere was sucking the other two’s titties and shit. You better go get you some.”
“Nah, I’m good. I already got the one I want. Ya’ll niggas have fun.”
“I feel you. The one you bagged looks way better than the others. Let me know when you done. I want to get a crack at that.”
“Nah, Chill. She ain’t like that. Trust me.”
“What you mean she ain’t like that? She down with them bitches ain’t she?”
“Yo nigga. She ain’t like that alright?”
“Alright nigga, whatever. But I ain’t never known you to handcuff no bitch.” D-Boy stated, before leaving and returning to the party.
“So what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?” I yelled, jokingly.
“I got you ma. What you want?” D-Boy said, jumping in front of Travon.
“It don’t matter, surprise me. Just don’t make it too strong.” I said.
“Alright ma. I’ll be right back.” He said, smiling flirtatiously.
While I waited on D-Boy to bring my drink back, I just mingled and laughed with everyone else that was in the room. I saw Monica disappear into one of the bedrooms with L.V. and lord only knows what was about to go down. These girls were definitely wild and crazy. But hey, who was I to judge? We were all enjoying ourselves, and while I was now an honorary Stiletto Diva member, I was still so much different from them. I knew I was way out of my league, but I refused to let the company that I kept define who I was as a person. Besides, like I told Mama Belle, I was old enough to know right from wrong. And as long as I could kick it with the “in” crowd and have fun without getting into any trouble, then there was no harm, and no foul. And with that being said, I accepted my drink from D-Boy and continued to party the night away.
As the night progressed I drank and enjoyed myself like I never had before. We all laughed and joked on one another. All except Travon, who had been in his bedroom by himself for the past hour or so. The rest of us drank, smoked and just had fun. D-Boy kept me company while Travon’s rude ass was in his bedroom on his damn cell phone. But so what? I was having way too much fun to give a shit. D-boy and I were laughing and dancing, and I could feel the room starting to spin as he continued to make me drinks at my request. D-Boy had grabbed me by my hand and was leading me somewhere when Travon came out of his bedroom and stopped us.
“Where are ya’ll going?” Travon asked, looking at the both of us.
“We are going to get a little privacy.” D-Boy responded, sharply.
“Oh word? It’s like that? That’s what’s up?” Travon said, shooting me a cold stare that showed his disapproval.
“Travon wait.” I said, subconsciously slurring my speech. Before taking a step towards him and falling flat on my face.
“Oh shit. That bitch is fucked up.” Sincere said, laughing and coming out of the kitchen.
“Come on ma. You had a little too much to drink.” Travon said, picking me up and carrying me into his bedroom. Once inside his bedroom he laid me down on the bed and got a cold washcloth from bathroom and wiped my forehead gently.
“Travon, I’m fucked up. The room is spinning, and I didn’t even drink that much either.” I said, with my speech now almost inaudible.
“It’s alright Tiffany. Just lay here for a while and get your mind right. Once you get your bearings back I will have my limo take you home. I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you.” He said, getting up to leave the room.
“Wait, Travon. Don’t leave yet. The fucking room is still spinning.” I said, pulling him back down onto the bed. Once I pulled him down, we were face to face. And I couldn’t help the feeling that came over me. Uncharacteristically, I leaned up and kissed Travon, and he returned the gesture. Things started to heat up as I felt a feeling take over my body that I had never felt before. It’s as if I went numb with every touch. And every ounce of his breath that hit my body sent a tingly sensation throughout every nerve in my body. My womanhood began to gush and overflow with happiness and I could feel it running down my leg. This was crazy. Was it possible for foreplay to make you feel this way? I guess it was. I don’t know what came over me, but I had to have him. In between short pants of breath I managed to spit out.
“Tray wait. Do you have any condoms?”
“Most definitely.” He answered. And with that said he rolled over to his left and pulled a box of condoms out of the night table drawer. In one swift motion he had dropped his pants to the floor and helped me out of my clothes as well. When we were both naked, we both stood still and salivated for a second. Him, over the fact that my body was tight and my 38 DD’s stood erect without a bra, and me over the fact that his manhood stood at attention and had a slight curve in it. When he could take no more of just watching me Travon placed the condom on his massive pole and slid it into me nice and slow. I dug my freshly manicured nails into his back as he penetrated my tight wet pussy with every inch of his throbbing love muscle, which I figured to be somewhere between 9 or 10 inches. With every stroke, I winced in pain and at times found myself biting softly on his shoulder blade to brace myself for the next stroke. Travon, was truly a master in the bedroom. When he was done proving his skills in the missionary position, he instructed me to turn over and get on all fours, which I did without any hesitation. I buried my face in the expensive goose down pillows as he grabbed my waist and penetrated me slowly from the back. Each stroke and every touch set off the alarms in my erogenous zones. I completely lost track of all my senses, and apparently my religion too as I called out for God, Allah, Buddha, or anyone I could thank for me getting this serving. Hell, at this point I would praise a head of cabbage named Ralph if I knew it was responsible for me meeting Travon. The pleasure seemed like it went on forever and with every position that Travon twisted and put me in, I was sure to orgasm about 3 times each. But it was the Grand Finale that would open up the floodgates to my love canal and send me into a deep slumber. Travon instructed me to lie on my back, spread my legs and clothes my eyes. Again, I did as I was told. And it was then that he gave me oral pleasure that I will never forget. As he gently placed kisses on my clit, and sucked it until it got rock hard and began to throb in his mouth, I took turns clawing the sheets and his back. I was definitely in a state of bliss, and when he stuck his finger in my mouth and then into my pussy and pushed the button on my G-spot, that’s when I exploded, screamed his name and instantly fell asleep.
When I woke up Travon was passed out next to me and as the time on the clock began to come into focus I could see that it read 4:13 am. I quickly jumped up, temporarily ignoring the hangover, or the pain that shot through my body with every move. I began to shake Travon.
“Travon wake up.” I said, shaking him slightly but I got no response.
“Come on Travon. I have to get home.” I said a little louder and shaking him much harder this time.
“Okay. Okay. I’m getting up. Go get your peoples together so I can have my driver take you home.” He mumbled, still half asleep. I quickly put my clothes on and stumbled into the living room only to find that everyone had left. How could they have left me there? What about Monica’s rules and the Stiletto Divas commandments and all of that other shit? I would deal with that later but now I had to get home fast. Travon came stumbling into the living room behind me.
“Damn. Where’s everybody at?” He asked, just as shocked as I was.
“I don’t know, but I have to get home now. My grandmother is going to flip the fuck out.” I said, with tears of anger welling up in my eyes.
“Okay. I’ll take you. Let’s go.” He replied, grabbing his car keys.
We rode in silence all the way back to Mama Belle’s house. Travon may have been speaking to me, but I was so upset I completely tuned him out. I was mad at Monica for leaving me, I was mad at the fact that I was in pain, and I was really mad at the fact that I had allowed myself to get into the situation where I would have to hear Mama Belle’s mouth in the morning. When we pulled up in front of the house Travon reached over to hug me and I instinctively jumped and pulled away from him.
“I have your number Travon. I will call you.” I said, sounding colder than I wanted to. But even after me giving him the cold shoulder he was a gentleman and waited to see if I made it into the house safe. As I got closer to the porch I could see that there was a note on the door. I tried to open the screen door but it was locked. The note read:
“I put this note on the door at 2:38 am. Your hot ass should have been in the house by then. So wherever you been at, you better go back there. And you better not ring my gotdamn doorbell.”
Obviously the key she gave me didn’t fit the screen door. Now I was really pissed.
“Fucking bitch.” I screamed as I headed back to the car.
“Are you Okay baby?” Travon asked, seeing that I was visibly upset.
“My grandmother locked me out the fucking house. I only been here one day and I hate it already.” I yelled, as I started to cry.
“Come on get in. You can come back to the suite with me and I’ll bring you back later.” He said, opening the door for me. I hesitated a minute before accepting the offer. Then I got in the car and we pulled off.
“Okay. That’s what’s up. We can go back to the suite. Get started on round two, then I can take you to breakfast and then home.” Travon said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Look. It ain’t goinig to be no fucking round two okay? If that’s what you feel then just leave me right here and I will take my chances ringing the motherfucking doorbell.” I spat back at him.
“Ok baby. Calm down. What’s the matter?” Travon asked, with a confused look on his face.
“I’m not sure, because I don’t remember much. But I’m pretty sure you took advantage of me while I was drunk.” I stated, angrily. Travon quickly pulled the car over and slammed on the brakes.
“Hold on. Take advantage of you? Yeah right.
You
started kissing
me
and that’s what set it all off. You only stopped me once, and that was to ask me if I had a condom. I said yeah, and that was that. Believe me Tiffany, I don’t have to take or sneak pussy from nobody. Never have, never will. So don’t flatter your motherfucking self. Would you have been saying the same thing if I let you go in the bathroom with D-Boy?” Travon screamed, now he too was visibly upset.
“D-Boy? What are you talking about?” I asked, confused.
“Oh, now you don’t remember? How convenient.” He shot back at me.
“Travon, I really have no idea what you are talking about.” I said, now starting to worry.
“Whatever.” He said, looking at me with disgust as if he wanted to spit in my face.
“Whatever? What the fuck do you mean whatever? I don’t know what kind of bitch you think I am, but this is not how I wanted to lose my virginity motherfucker.” I yelled, now starting to cry again.
“Virginity? Look ma I’m..” Travon tried to speak but I cut him off.
“Look. I don’t want to talk about it. Just drive okay?” I said, as he pulled off and I leaned my head against the window and cried heavily. Travon held my hand as he drove. This time I didn’t pull away. I just cried silently as we headed back to the hotel. When we arrived at the hotel I hurried inside and eased down on the couch, still in a lot of pain.
“Can I get you anything?” Travon asked, with the utmost sincerity in his voice.
“I just want to soak in a nice hot bath and lie down.” I replied, with a hint of appreciation.
“Okay. I’ll get you a towel. Do you need anything else?” He asked.
“No thank you. I’m good. As a matter of fact, some shorts and a t-shirt will be good.” I responded. Travon handed me a washcloth and a towel.
“Here you go. I’ll have the shorts and the t-shirt waiting for you when you get out. If you look under the sink, there is some complimentary Aromatherapy bubble bath and bath beads and all sorts of shit. Help yourself to whatever is in the suite.” Travon instructed, once again, sounding so sincere.
“Thank you.” I said, as I headed to the bathroom, Travon poured a drink and answered his cell phone. He told me it was Sincere and that he would find out what happened to everybody. Then he went into his bedroom and closed the door. I ran a nice hot bath and turned on the Jacuzzi jets. I then helped myself to the Aromatherapy products that Travon told me about. I eased into the tub nice and slow and winced in pain from the combination of boiling hot water and the sudden loss of my virginity. Once my body got acclimated to the hot water I laid back, put a hot rag over my eyes and just tried to relax and figure out what the hell was going on with my life. How could my life take such a drastic turn in just a matter of hours? In less than 24 hours I was damn near stabbed by a group of the local fly girls, then I was befriended by the same group of girls, then I was treated to a shopping spree and makeover, rubbed elbows with celebrities and lost my virginity to a very attractive, and successful man. What the hell was going on? After just soaking for a while I removed the rag from my eyes so that I could wash up. I looked at the water and to my surprise there were droplets of blood in the water from where I was ripped from my little
sex-capade
with Travon. Well no use crying over spilled milk. What’s done is done, I thought to myself. I was finished in the tub and felt a whole lot better. Travon had never brought me the shorts and t-shirt so I wrapped a towel around me and walked to his bedroom. He was still on the phone with Sincere. When he saw my reflection in the mirror, he cut his phone call short.
“Yo Sincere. I’ll holler at you later and we’ll make some power moves. Alright fam. Peace.” He said as he closed his cell phone, before turning and talking to me.
“Hey I couldn’t find any shorts to fit you, but feel free to get a t-shirt out of the closet.” He said pointing to the giant walk-in closet.