Authors: Edd McNair
A Hot Mess (12 page)
Then she flipped him over and fucked from behind as she thought about how niggas had done her. As she fucked him harder, slapping his ass, he panted and met her beat, spreading his legs open and lifting his ass. Then she reached around and grabbed his dick and began to jack it, sending him crazy.
He flipped back over on his back, and she continued to fuck, and jack his dick, until he screamed, shooting a hot load of semen on her chest and onto her face.
Booby fell back, laid out, trying to catch his breath as she eased the dildo out of his ass. He balled up like a baby, until she laid her warm, cushiony body next to his. When she felt his manhood rise between her legs, she lifted her leg and allowed him to enter.
Booby stroked lazily until he was rock-hard again. Then he pulled out, got on top of her, and he beat her pussy ten times worse than she'd fucked him. When he felt himself about to cum, he pulled out and straddled her, placing his dick between her breasts, and exploded on her neck and chin. He fell over and never moved again, until he was shaken by her the following morning.
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“Yo, make sure Joy hit me. You make sure. I needs her large, hefty ass on my team,” Booby said, headed out the door. “Hope those nipples on those titties big,” he added.
“Shut up, boy,” Kim said.
He smiled. “Bet you already know.”
“So you think you gonna fuck with me and my girl?”
“Baby, nobody has ever done what we did and never will. That extra shit is between us. You wanted to do it, and I wanted to try it. I like it, but only with a woman. I'll never ever let a nigga touch me. Matter fact, I'll never let another bitch do it. You went where nobody else will ever go. I wouldn't never let nobody know this shit. Muthafuckas might think I'm gay.”
“Naw, you just comfortable with yourself, and you a freaky-ass nigga and a nasty-ass man,” she said, laughing.
“Naw, I just love y'all fat women. I love y'all. Got this thing for ya. Don't forget me, Kim. Give me some points,” he yelled, before getting in his whip pulling off.
Kim laughed. “Fine-ass nigga with a body to kill,” she said to herself. “Got the finest bitches on his dick, and all he want is to do all the big hoes.”
CHAPTER 9
Kim blew the horn for the second time as she waited on Joy, who finally came out with a serious look on her face.
“What's up, Kim? Good morning to ya. Because mine is fucked up,” Joy said as soon as she got in the car.
“What's up, girl?” Kim asked, really wanting to know.
“On the phone arguing with Omari. I guess you can say he my ex. We bought a car. He start going downhill, so I let his ass go. Don't need a nigga bringing me down. I went to Applebee's with a friend of mine. He got mad and took the car. Bitch-ass nigga! I would respect him more if he came home and went to my ass.” She smirked, shaking her head.
Kim smirked too. “At least you'll have your car,” she joked.
“I appreciate this, Kim, for real.”
“No problem, girlfriend. I've been through it all. And I'm still standing. Life ain't a joke. But remember look out for self first, Joy. I got two sons, twenty-two and twenty-four, and I'm thirty-eight. Just bought a new condo three years ago. I've always had it hard, but now I live for me, and Verizon make sure I, I mean we, live good. Fuck him! Go get another car. Let him have the car and take that payment too, you son of a bitch.”
Joy laughed, thinking about how the fuck she was gonna get a new car.
“At least you got a couple days to figure things out,” Kim said, encouraging her.
“You right. I'll figure it out.”
Joy was hoping Minke came through. He had handled mad shit in a fucked up way, but that shit was passed, even though it left scars. But something inside of her always dreamed that he would come back to her.
“Let's go, girl. Snap out of it. I got you after work. Let me know if it change.” Kim hit her alarm.
Joy tried her hardest to talk to Omari, but he wasn't trying to hear her. He was really upset about her playing him, and treating him like he was small. No matter what she did or said, it kept coming back to the same shit.
She had finally gotten through her day, when Kim came over.
“So, what's up? Ready?”
“Let's roll,” Joy replied as she reached for her ringing phone.
“What's up, ma? What you doing?” the voice said with the strong New York accent.
“Leaving work,” she said with a smile.
Kim stared in her face, wondering why she was smiling.
“On my way to Uno's. I'm meeting some of my peoples now. Come on through. I'll meet you up there,” Minke said.
“See ya!”
“That was my ex-husband. He wants me to come meet him. We haven't seen each other face to face in years, Kim,” Joy said seriously.
“Come on, Joy. Let's get outlaw here.”
They made their way out the building.
“So you want me to drop you off somewhere?” Kim asked as they pulled off.
“Yeah! Uno's. That's much closer anyway.”
“Don't matter. I got you. You know Booby want to get with you. That's what he whispered to me last night.”
“So why he ain't tell me? I was right there.” Joy was wondering why a grown man couldn't speak for himself.
“I don't know. Guess he wanted me to put him in there first.”
“Give him my number. See what he talking about. Maybe he'll come give me a dance.” Joy smiled.
“That's probably what he trying to do.”
They arrived at Uno's and parked in the crowded parking lot.
“What's going on up here?” Kim asked Joy. She dialed Minke's number.
“What up?” Minke answered.
“You here and you gonna carry me home. I got a ride up here, and my girl gotta go,” Joy said.
“I'm right here,” he said, pulling up. “You see the God, baby?” he asked smiling.
“You in the Lexus?” Joy pointed as she caught a full view of the charcoal grey Lexus.
“Where are you?” he asked, looking around.
“To your right, in the Acura.” Joy saw the tinted window come down. Then she saw Sizemo's big smile staring at her, as Minke pulled in the parking space.
“Who's that?” Kim asked.
“That's his man. They like that.”
“Good-looking nigga, and he a big boy.” Kim smiled.
“And he mad cool. I'll introduce you,” Joy said as they got out of the car.
“So what up?” Sizemo yelled, hugging Joy. “And who is this?”
“Kim, this is Sizemo, and this is my husband, Minke,” she said, staring at Minke.
“How you?” Minke said to Kim with a nod of the head.
“Damn, Joy! I told you what I wanted and needed in my life, and you went out and found it for me. God, you beautiful,” Sizemo said. “Can I hug you too?” He approached Kim with open arms, and she smiled, hugging him back.
“And how are you?” Joy asked Minke.
“I'm fine now,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed.
Joy hugged him back, thinking he was gonna let go, but he continued to hug her. And the more he squeezed, the more she fell into him, until he was truly holding her up.
He stepped back, touched her face with both hands, and kissed her lips gently, staring into her eyes. “I've been waiting years to say this. I'm sorry. I am so sorry for how I handled things. I can't rewind time and correct my wrong, but I can do right by you now. And I promise, I will. That I will show you.”
Minke's eyes watered, but no tears fell. He watched her as tears fell down her face. He didn't have to ask. He knew he'd hurt her deep, and at the time, that was his aim. But over the years, his heart had changed, and he was seeing life differently.
“Thanks, because you never apologize for nothing,” Joy said.
“Lecia, I ain't that same dude. Life has taken many turns. I see it different, and I see what's really important,” he said, touching her hand and walking toward the entrance of Uno's.
Joy turned to her friend. “What you gonna do, Kim?”
“What you think?” Sizemo said, pulling her with him. “She all right.”
They all laughed, walking into Uno's, which was packed. They found a seat and watched the band set up. Minke told them to get some drinks while him and Sizemo met with his employees from the different shops.
As they began to walk off, Joy called Minke.
“What up, babe?”
“I don't have a car, and she picked me up for work. We went out last night, and my friends got me. I don't wanna ask her for nothing else,” she said, staring at him.
“Oh! I got that. Order me and Size double Patróns.” Minke reached in his pocket and slid her a fifty. “Just hold that. You gonna be all right.” He smiled.
“Thanks.”
“No need to thank me. I owe you the world,” he said and walked off.
Those words brought tears to Joy's eyes again.
Kim saw it, after she sat down. “So that's the nigga,” she said, smiling.
“What?”
“You know what I'm talking about, Lecia.” Kim laughed. “We all got that nigga in our life. We keep going, we deal with life, but we think about him, and he changes everything in your life. He got power to make life great or pull you down to make you feel like shit. Right now, you ain't thinking about Omari and no other nigga. Are you?”
“Nobody. Nobody matters,” Joy said with a smile.
“Glad you smiling because you been fucked up all day.”
“I ain't fucked up now, I ain't fucked up now,” Joy said, her head moving and a big smile.
“So what's with Size? Big, pretty-ass nigga with the pretty hair.”
“He real as they come. No-nonsense nigga. I ain't never know him to be all serious. He love to have fun. He mad cool,” Joy said, letting her know he was somebody to fuck with.
“Where he from?”
“Think he from here. And if I ain't mistaken, think he from Lake Edward somewhere. Shit! I met him fucking with these Brooklyn niggas, so all I can say is, he about that paper. He run all Minke shit. That's his dude.”
“Gotcha, girl,” Kim said, picking up her drink, looking over at Size, as she heard the live jazz band begin their session.
Omari had called several times, but Joy ignored his calls. She'd just answered when Kim hit her, letting her know Minke was on his way.
“Gotta go, Omari. Will finish this later. I need my shit.” Joy hung up.
Joy stared at Minke as he made his way over to her. He still looked good as hell to her, especially since he had bulked up.
I guess that came from his two-year bid.
He was really filling out his white V-neck, and the True Religion jeans, and blue-and-grey Prada, along with the Prada watch and bracelet, let onlookers know he was that nigga.
I guess that came from his two-year bid.
He was really filling out his white V-neck, and the True Religion jeans, and blue-and-grey Prada, along with the Prada watch and bracelet, let onlookers know he was that nigga.
As he walked over to the two thickest women, anticipating his company, he glanced over the room to catch all the glances of the attractive women sitting at tables and booths.
“So you all right?” Minke leaned over on the table and made his presence known. “Let me order them something. Then I'll be back.” He took one long look at his ex-wife, realizing that she caught and held his attention just like she did years ago. It was hard to break. He just wanted to stare. He shook his head and walked away with his drink.
“Damn!” Joy heard him say as he moved toward the bar.
Sizemo came and stood beside Minke. “So everything good?” he asked.
“No doubt. As long as I'm not coming out of pocket right now. I need for each spot to up its weekly revenue, but we discussed that, so we'll see what happens next week. If it don't change, then I'm gonna make some changes. Like, when I came through today, two of the chairs were empty. I don't give a fuck if them niggas do pay their rent on time, and there every day. I want them at their station all day until you close the door, leave for lunch. If they can't respect that, find a nigga that need that money and don't mind securing his position. I want true moneymakers and go-getters in my shit and around me. This is my life. Niggas don't know.”
“Feel you, bossman,” Sizemo said, knowing Minke didn't play when it came to these businesses.
“So what's with mommy, son?” Minke asked.
“She seem chill. Just talkin' for a second. She act like she with it. You know me. Love to hit a big one every now and then.” Sizemo was serious.
“You can have 'em, son. Fuckin with those hoes is a lot of work. Lecia wa'n't never that big, but I fell in love with her when she was small, so that love still there. It didn't and don't matter. I'll always have love for her, and she's my kids' mother. But now that I'm older and been through all these phat-ass, big-tittie, thick black bitches, my choices are a little different, preferably a little smaller. That's what turn me on. And they ain't got to be black.”
“You done with black hoes, son?” Sizemo smiled.
“I ain't done, but right now what turn me on is that exotic shit wit' tight bodies, like my Dominican thing up top, or my shit I fuck wit' in D.C. Know what I mean? Do you hear me, son?”
“Yeah, I hear ya. But I love these black shorties and I love to fuck a fat girl from time to time, especially a pretty one.” Sizemo began making his way to the table, with Minke right behind him.
After a few drinks and light conversation, they decided to make moves. Kim carried Sizemo back to his truck that he'd left in front of the shop, and Minke took Joy to her spot.
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“So how long you been living here?” Minke asked, as they entered the little apartment.
“I guess for a couple years. I had to get something I could afford. I been out here fucked up for so long and been without, I don't care if I have to have muthafuckas sleeping on the floor or in the tub. I'll never be fucked up again.” Joy looked at Minke with a serious attitude, so he'd know she wasn't joking or playing in no way.
“I feel you, Lecia. You always been stronger than you gave yourself credit for, I knew you would come to see that in your own time.” Minke walked over to the counter, where he pulled out some weed and a fresh Dutch
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“So where the kids? What they been doing?” he asked, looking around the apartment then walking in her room.
“Probably in the room.”
Minke finished rolling his Dutch and lit it.
Just then, his son walked out the room. “Ma, where you been? You usually don't come in here this late. Where you been?”
“Don't question my woman. She been with me. Is that okay?” Minke said, startling his son.
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