A Red Apple (20 page)

“Oh my goodness, I can’t breathe girl.” I say laughing as I mount my board.

“Losing will do that to you.” Courtney taunts as she tries to climb atop her surfboard but it tilts over and she falls back into the water.

“Bahahahahahah. That’s what your ass get trying to talk shit.” I can’t control my laughter.

“Forget you,” Courtney has successfully mounted her board now. “Oh look! Here comes a good wave let’s go for it.”

We lie down on our boards and swim toward the small wave that’s approaching us. I turn around on my board, start paddling again and watch the wave so I will know when to pop up. I stand up towards the back of my board with my legs bent and I am successfully riding the wave. “I’m doing it Courtney look!” I yell with excitement. Seconds later I wipe out and allow the powerful waves to sink me under. I slowly rise back up to the top and find Courtney laughing and splashing me. We ride a few more waves and before we know it, rain starts to drop. “Let’s go in!” I tell her.

When we make it back to our villa
, we shower and relax some before we go out on the town to party. I go in the kitchen to mix up some mango margaritas. When I’m done I grab the pitcher and two glasses then head out to the deck to find Courtney. Her head is in her tablet and I’m sure she’s on Skype with her boyfriend Andy. I place everything down on a small wooden table and grab my phone to call my man.

“What’s up sexy?” He answers on the first ring. “You missing me already?”

“Hey you and I have been missing you since we said goodbye. How is Miami? Any sluts trying to talk to you?” I say looking at my manicured nails.

“I
t’s cool out here and you know these girls be on a nigga. I don’t be giving em’ no play because I got the baddest thing walking. What you and Court doing down there in Mexico?”

“We’
re on the patio drinking some margaritas right now. We are going to head out whenever it stops…” I say before I am cut off.

“Baby I gotta go but I will call you back. I love you and keep that
thang hot for me.” He hangs up.

I look at my phone like did he really just do that. Oh well, he is going to be missing this because I am not going to answer or call him the next few days for that. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I grab my margarita and take a sip. It’s so delicious.

“So what’s up with Carter and them?” Courtney asks finally closing her tablet.

“They are living it up in Miami. What about Andy? What was he talking about?” I take
another sip.

“
Notheen for the most part. He wishes he was out here in Mexico with me but he’s in DR visiting his family.” She says.

“Have y
ou ever been to Dominican Republic?” I ask.

“Just say DR girl and yes. I went out there to meet his family last summer. It’s nice out there but not better than this.” She points out at the sea.

“It doesn’t get much better than this girl. It’s getting late, let’s go get dressed so we can get our dance on at Mandela.”

The club is hot and located right on the beach. The pink lighting is dim but you can still see what you need to. There is a huge stage with tall pillars that are embellished with golden lights. The atmosphere is lively and
the place is crawling with spring breakers. Courtney and I hastily walk to the dance floor to sway our hips to Shakira.

“I can’t remember to forget you.” We sing along with Shakira and
Rihanna grinding on each other. “I do anything for that boy.” I am drunk and having so much fun it should be a crime. Courtney and I are singing to each other and making sexy faces at one another like we are really the singers of the song. I feel someone dancing on me but I don’t care, I just throw it at him because I’m in my own zone. I’m flexible and have practiced Shakira moves so I know what to do with old dude behind me. I’ve learned to embrace the fact that there is nothing wrong with not worrying about every little detail in life.

Courtney grabs me and pulls me onto the stage. Marc Anthony is blasting
on the stereo and you know how his music makes you want to do the salsa. “Vivir Mi Vida.” I slowly sway my hips all the way to the ground and back up to get my salsa on with Courtney. She is so impressed with me that she starts cheering me on along with the crowd. I’m turning, dipping, clapping, swaying my hips and shaking my ass like Marc Anthony is serenading me. “Give it to me Marc!” I say aloud as if he is grinding into me like he does to that mic stand at his concerts. It doesn’t matter that I can’t understand the language, it’s the cultural melody that’s moving me. Courtney and I dance, laugh and drink all night. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.

“Last night was amazing.” I say to Courtney as we are walking along the city listening to our tour guide tell us stories about different buildings, land and places.

“Girl I didn’t know you could move like that.” She laughs.

“Yeah a lot of people don’t know I can get it in.” I boast. “It’s nice that they have tours like this for us to learn new things.”

“Yeah I know. This city is so beautiful and you can see so much history here and culture. I don’t ever want to leave.”
Courtney says admiring a beautiful white house.

For the duration of spring break we go on an adventure of a lifetime. We do everything from zip lining to swimming with dolphins, whale watching to snorkeling, scuba diving to dirt bike riding. And I c
an’t forget about the incredibly fine Mexican cuisine. This was a trip I wont soon forget.

April i
s finally here and it’s starting to warm up outside. I’m on my usual 7 pm run trying to clear my head when I start thinking about how things have changed so much between Piper and me. I went out with her a little over a month ago to a sports bar to chill after my ex DJ broke up with me. At some point I got a text from Zeke saying he couldn’t stop thinking about me and that he wanted to fuck. Unfortunately, I had excused myself to the bathroom and her nosey ass checked my message. I tried to explain to her that I hadn’t been fucking with Zeke like that and had no idea why he sent me that message. She wasn’t going for it so we got into a verbal altercation and she stormed out of the bar. I haven’t seen her since then. She moved out of the dorm room and into an apartment near the campus. I did the same because I wasn’t about to be staying with some bitch I didn’t know. I had too many valuables lying round. There weren’t a lot of trust fund babies at my university to choose a suitable roommate from. I’ve been trying to get in contact with Piper for the longest but she refuses to text or call me back. I miss my girl so much and not talking to her everyday is tough. We’ve been friends since high school and have never gone more than a whole day without gossiping. I laugh out loud as I think about some of the crazy shit we’ve done together over the years. Whatever Zeke did to my right hand has messed her up. We have never let a nigga come between us, EVER.

I make it back home, take a quick shower and start rummaging through my closet. I decide on a pair of burgundy leather shorts to show off my legs, a black BCBG halter-top and my black peep toe Manolo pumps. I’m wearing a long 28’ inch ponytail with a Chinese bang. I’ve never really cared for dramatic make-up but I go for a smoky eye look and a nude lip for tonight. I look pretty damn good. I start posing and taking bathroom pictures of myself. It’s going to be a good night because I’m going out with my sugar daddy Ernest to Club Z. We have been fucking like rabbits lately but he’s a very busy man. I get lonely whenever he leaves me alone for days at a time to go out and handle business. However, I will be okay because his money is long and green talks to a bitch. Even to a rich bitch like me. His dick is to die for too, a big ass Mandingo and he knows how to lay that pipe. Just thinking about him is making my little ass hot. Things between him and me are fairly new but I can tell he’s trying to wife me. I did let him know that I’m not looking for anything serious and he seems to be content with that for the time being. 

I he
ar Ernest honking his horn and I’m out of the door in a flash. He’s in an orange Bugatti Veyron so we will be show stopping tonight for sure. There are two things I love to do, stunt and party. I’ve been to Club Z so many times, I feel like I own the place. I look over at Ernest as we are driving and watch him as he takes a drag off his Newport.

“What you
lookin’ at B.” Ernest asks.

“Nothing much,” I tease. “I miss you.”

“Oh yeah, how much,” Ernest exhales the smoke from his nose and smiles.

“How about I show you tonight?
” I grab his cigarette and take a puff.

“You can show me now,” he pulls his manhood out and starts stroking it.

I go to sucking on his dick like it’s a lollipop that’s going out of style. I hand him his cigarette without taking my lips off of his pole. I’m a pro thanks to my ex DJ. “Suck that dick,” Ernest demands. I start flicking his head with my tongue and jacking him off with my hand. I can see the pleasure written all over his face. I deep throat him and the grunt he let’s out tells me he is getting close. “OHHH…YEAH… SHIT… HERE IT COMES… AHHHH,” Ernest dick starts pulsating in my mouth as I swallow and suck up his nut.

“I want a pink Bugatti Ernest.” I bat my eyelashes at him
for charming purposes.

“That’s what it is huh? I will think about it.”

Ernest has given me five grand just to blow on the strippers. He’s mainly here to handle business with some of his lieutenants. Something about money being short is all I know. So I’m left out to do me because he doesn’t want me in his business. I can care less though because I only like the rush of being with a thug such as himself, not the day-to-day specifics. I’m a thrill seeker and the lifestyle he lives fills that void for now.

U.O.E.N.O. comes on and I start shaking my booty, something
else I love to do. These days the niggas are all on me. The one good thing about Piper being absent is that I can have all of the attention to my self for a change. “Don’t like snakes, keep my grass cut so low cant even mow it,” I start singing the lyrics. That damn Rocko can get it any day of the week.

Zeke’s fine ass catches my attention so I head over in his direction to be pleasant.
He’s posted up against a wall looking very dapper like. He’s easily the finest man I’ve ever seen and I’m talking real eye candy. The type of nigga you dream about one day having children with.

“Zeke what’s good playa
playa?” I greet him.

“Ain’t shit, what up doe?” he gives me a sexy grin.

“What brings you to the strip club… and where my girl at?” I already know the answer to this question because Piper had told me about their break up that same evening before we fell out. I just want to prolong the convo.

“What girl?” he inquires. “And this is my club so I should be asking you that.”

“So you’re the sexy owner everyone talks about huh? I thought you were a professor at my school? You have a lot of admirers.” I say.

“Yeah that all sounds about right,” he rubs his chin. “I saw you out on that dance floor and I’ve been getting a lot of requests for you lately.”

“For me to strip?” I’m genuinely shocked.

My jam comes on in the middle of Zeke and I talking so I start backing my ass up on him. “
That’s that shit I don’t like,” I rap along to Chief Keef. The club is going crazy and everybody starts getting hype. I’m only concerned about one nigga, Zeke. His attention is on my ass and his dreads are dangling every which way. I’m throwing it at him like it’s the only ass in the world and his dick is getting harder by the second. When the song goes off, I start to walk away but Zeke grabs me right back onto his hard dick.

“Where you going?” He flashes me a
million-dollar smile.

“She’s coming back wit
h her man,” Ernest forcefully grasps me away from Zeke.

‘This can’t be happ
ening to me right now.’ I say in my head as sweat is forming on my brow. I’m worried because Ernest is a hustler and I know he has his gun on him. If push comes to shove he will use it. Zeke on the other hand, I don’t know that well but I know he has a little thug in him and this is his club.

“Is that right
?” Zeke disregards Ernest and looks at me for an answer.

“Yeah nigga, what the fuck you mean?” Ernest is
pissed. “Nigga don’t give me a reason.”

“I can speak for myself Ernest,” I finally chime in. “And Zeke…I’m going back over there with my man.”

“Whatever you want B, it’s all about you.” Zeke rubs his hands together suggestively. “But you’re leaving
this
club with me tonight.”

“What?” I ask disbelievingly.
Zeke’s confidence is over the roof and he has a lot of nerve.

Next thing I know Ernest swings on Zeke and lands a good shot on his eye. Zeke pulls his shirt off and hits my man with a na
sty 3 piece. Ernest stumbles onto a table and that does it. He goes for his glock but it’s too late because security has already picked him up and is getting ready to throw his ass out.

“A
yo throw this pussy ass nigga to the wolves!” Zeke barks at his security. “And my man, your girl will be in good hands.”

“Fuck you bitch ass nigga… You got me fucked
up… B get your shit.” Ernest yells as the security drags him out.

Zeke starts laughing and it really pisses me off. I really want to slap the shit out of him for ruining my night but I decided to take a deep breath and give him a piece of my mind instead.

“Listen Zeke, what you just did wasn’t cool. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are or what type of hoes you used to but I’m not that bitch. Don’t no nigga dictate where I’m going or who I’m going with. I do me because I’m a fucking rock star. You got that?”

“Okay boss… What time are we getting out of here?” Zeke’s coolness i
s such a turn on.

“You got my number so use it.” With that I walk out of the club to find my man.

The drive is mute
and I’m relieved because I want to be in my feelings. I kind of like the fact that two niggas were fighting over me. It helps remind me that I’m still a bad bitch. I wish I could call my girl but I know she won’t pick up and the fact that it involves Zeke will set her ass off. I saw a few of her sorority sisters at the club so I figure one of their messy asses will give her all the juicy details, plus add a little more.

I wonder if Zeke is trying to offer me a job, if so, I am willing to take it. ‘Damn’ I hated leaving his fine ass
. But if I had stayed with him and left Ernest hanging, that would’ve been beyond trifling. But if he texts me tonight, I will get up with him. I pray Ernest doesn’t want me to come over his house because I’m thirsty for Zeke. I’m not trying to be his woman but I do want to see what all of the fuss is about.

When we mak
e it to my place, Ernest doesn’t utter a single word to me and I’m jumping for joy on the inside. As soon as I shut his car door he pulls off. I know he’s embarrassed and maybe even angry with me, so I will give him a few days to cool off. I get to my apartment, kick off my pumps and get comfortable. I fix me a glass of Riesling and turn on VH1. Single Ladies is on and I love me some Keisha. I swear that show depicts my life perfectly because it’s always a different nigga in and out of my life.

I flip my laptop open to check my Facebook page and someone has tagged me in a video shaking my ass on Zeke at his strip club. Technology has made us in the now for real, the night hasn’t even ended yet and my busin
ess is already on YouTube with 200 views. I know Piper has seen it by now so I will have to call her to try to explain. Then another video pops up showing Ernest and Zeke fighting over me and I’m over it. How can I explain to my girl that it aint what it looks like? It will be what it looks like if Zeke calls me tonight but Piper doesn’t have to know about that. I won’t tell if he doesn’t. I have to call her to say something.

“Hello,” Piper answers the phone happy, giggling
like a schoolgirl. There’s a lot of people talking, singing and laughing in the background. I’m a little jealous because I miss laughing with her.

“Hey girl…
It’s me, B. You got a minute to talk?” I say.

“What about?” Piper
asks dryly.

I ta
ke a deep breath. “Have you seen the video of me and Zeke?”

“Yeah,” She pauses. “A few minutes ago.”

“It’s not what it looks like Piper. I was tryi…” I am cut off.

“You don’t owe me an explanation because you not my girl anymore, remember? We fell out over the same nigga you calling me about right now. And as far as Zeke, he aint shit so please don’t hesitate on my behalf. In fact, I insist because the dick game is proper.” Piper’s voice is ridden with venom. “But remember this B… when you suck his dick and kiss his lips
, just know that you’re eating my pussy you BASIC ASS BITCH.”

Piper hangs up in my face. I can’t believe our relationship i
s fucked up to the point of no repair. I’m getting tired of being the bigger person and even more tired of reaching out and getting no reciprocation from her. ‘Basic bitch?’ She has a lot of nerve saying I would be eating her fucking pussy. But since she wants to take it there, I will finish it. She wants beef so I’m going to give it to her. Four years of friendship gone down the drain over some fucking dick. Why can’t she just get over it already? My best bitch, my right hand, my ace, my girl Piper is writing off our entire friendship and I’m so offended over the circumstances. I send her a text, ‘YOU AIN’T SHIT BITCH AND I WILL TAKE YOU UP ON THAT OFFER… IM BOUT TO FUCK ZEKE’S BRAIN OUT.’

I hear a
knock on my door and I hope its Piper coming over to work our problems out. But to my surprise, it’s Zeke. I don’t have any clothes on and the Riesling is making me feel good so I answer the door butt ass naked.

Zeke looks me up and down enticingly, walks into my apartment and pushes me onto my couch. There is no need for words because we both know what we want. I watch him drop his pants down to the floor, then his boxers and his dick is so hard the veins are popping out. His pretty dick slightly cu
rves towards the left. He grins as he kicks my legs open. “Fuck me,” I mouth to him. “Oh I’m about to shorty.” He throws both my legs over his shoulders and rams his dick inside me. It hurts so bad I yell out in pain. “Zeeeke,” I cry out to him. “Take this dick.” He starts slowing down his pace making my punane feel too good. “Mmm…Oh… Fuck yeah… Beat this pussy up.” I moan encouraging him. Zeke is breaking my pussy in and I now understand what the hassle is all about. “I’m Cuummiinngg,” and it’s the best nut in a very long time. “We just getting started B.” Zeke informs me as he turns me over and starts twisting my back out.