Fiending for His Love (6 page)

~Chapter 6~

Michelle was lying across her bed as she sucked down a fat blunt of Kush. The bitch had a set of lungs on her. She eyed the tip of the blunt and exhaled a big cloud of dark colored smoke with a foul odor that came from the funky weed. “Whew this is some good shit,” Michelle said laughing to herself. She grabbed one of the multi colored pillows from the sofa, placed it behind her head, and threw her head back onto it. She kicked her feet up on the coffee table and began hitting the Kush filled blunt a few more times.

“I’m that bitch. Living the life. Getting money, I am not paying these niggas no mind. Uh huh. Yup, I’m that bitch,” Michelle rapped to herself. The lyrics were thrown together from many different songs that she favored.

Life was finally starting to look just right for her. Weeks ago she had been introduced to the game, using what you got to get what you want, and things were just becoming all peachy for her. A relationship with Trig didn’t work out for her, not that she didn’t want it to. She would have loved to be taken care of by a made nigga. But Trig on the other hand was a little too much for her. One night he’d invited her over to stay the weekend with him. She caught the grey hound from York all the way to Philadelphia She wasn’t complaining because a trip with Trig always ended up with him purchasing her nice things and breaking her off with hella cash. She wasn't a hoe nor a prostitute, but she gave Trig what he wanted and in return he gave her what her little heart desired. It was a fair exchange. They were trying the relationship thing and this particular weekend was supposed had to been a romantic one, according to Trig. It was his way of showing her that he could really be the man she needed in her life and that he had a mushy side to him as well. He needed her to see that the thug demeanor wasn’t the only thing that he possessed.

Their dinner was on point. It was at an expensive restaurant that Michelle couldn’t even pronounce the name of it. Had she paid attention in French class, she would have been able to pronounce the name of the restaurant and order her food without any problems.

After the romantic dinner, Trig took Michelle for a ride around the city. The entire ride he held her hand and fingered her palm with his thumb. He sweet talked her and juiced her all up, just the way she liked. At the moment she was all about Trig. They pulled up to a four star hotel where Trig quickly rushed over to the passenger door and opened Michelle’s door. Upon entering the room Michelle was in complete awe. There were rose petals all over the floor and a trail that led to the bathroom. Trig grabbed a bottle of Moet that rested in a bucket of ice on top of the counter near the door. He open the champagne bottle and began drinking straight from it, trying to quickly get drunk.

Michelle was all smiles. She followed the rose petals to the bedroom. “What the fuck is this shit?” Michelle cursed. She was totally pissed. Trig had completely fucked up her whole night. She was ready to rock his world and take him to heaven before bringing him back to earth all in one breath. He was about to have the best sex that he could ever have. Fucking around with her, he was ready to get turned out.

Too bad Trig had the same plans for Michelle. He was ready to turn her ass out and put her down with some real fun. Michelle had to admit that the girl who was lying butt naked across the bed was awfully beautiful. She just wasn’t down with the whole messing with another girl thing. To top things off, she wasn’t ready to share Trig. His money wasn’t that fucking long for an extra chick.

The girl patted an empty spot next to her. “Don’t be shy.” She slightly cracked a smile.

Michelle shook her head and began rolling her neck. “Trig, take me home. Right-fucking-now!”

Trig gawked at Michelle like she’d just lost her damn mind. He paid $400 for the naked bitch and he was going to enjoy her with or without Michelle. “What’s your fucking problem?” he asked, pulling Michelle to the side.

“Nigga, don’t play. You are my fucking problem.”

“You wanted to spice things up. You wanted to see a romantic side. Come on, Michelle. Don’t fucking play. You said you would try a threesome. So I’m giving you what you want. Don’t act like it ain’t enough of me to go around.”

Michelle continued to roll her eyes at Trig. He could be so arrogant and cocky that it didn’t make any damn sense.
Is it enough of your money to go around too,
Michelle thought. She laughed at her own question. She felt like a sack of shit as she stared at the girl laying on the bed. Trig really shot an arrow through her ego. Here she was all chubby and out of shape with a pouch that had more hang time than she cared for while the girl laid across the bed looking flawless.

“I'm out of here!” Michelle said with tears damn near running out of her eyes.

“No the hell you ain't!” Trig said to Michelle, aggressively grabbing her by her arm.

Michelle raised her hand and a slap landed dead across Trig’s face.

He quickly yoked Michelle up by her throat. “Bitch, you ain't going anywhere Do you hear me?”

Michelle was about to see a completely different side of Trig in a matter of seconds. She was about to see the
real
Trig.

An hour later, Michelle was engaging in her first threesome. Or at least that's what Trig had thought. Turn her out?
He must be out of his rabbit ass mind
, Michelle thought. It was a little too late for Michelle to be turned out. She had been with so many guys that she had lost count four months after losing her virginity in the boy’s locker room when she was only 15 years old. She had done orgies, threesomes, and foursomes. Hell, you name it and she had probably done did it. Being an overweight chick left her with little to no confidence. But, she should have had a lot of confidence seeing as though she was very curvy and drop dead beautiful.

She never knew what it was like to embrace her curves and be thankful for the cherubic face God had blessed her with. Instead she felt worthless and act out in such awful ways.

The good girl act was just all a front. Anyone who knew Michelle knew better.

Speak of the fucking devil
, Michelle thought to herself, as he laid down the piece of blunt that was left in the ashtray and sent Trig’s call straight to the voice mail. Her phone began to vibrate indicating that Trig had left a message. She only tolerated Trig due to the fact that she was in a horrible finical situation. Without him she would be broke and out on the streets. Needless to say he was the one that provided her with financial stability for the time being.

Just as she was about to check to see what his annoying ass wanted, her phone began to ring. She smiled looking at her best friend’s picture flashing across the screen of her iPhone.

“What’s up, bitch? What it do, what it is?” she asked in one breath, answering the phone.

“Hello.” Charisma smiled on the other end. She was excited to speak with her friend. Michelle had moved to Philadelphia weeks ago and she had yet to see her or her new place.

“Uh- huh. Don’t hello me. Your ass has been missing in action. You been in dick prison or some shit? The last time I talked to your dick whipped ass was when you called me from the emergency room. Like, are you okay? I didn’t know whether you were dead or alive. I didn’t know whether you choke on a dick or fell and burst your ass again.” Michelle laughed as she reminisced about the time her best friend had called her to say she was in the hospital. The story was just too damn hilarious.

“Hahaha.” Charisma laughed, as she took a walk back down memory lane with Michelle. “Anyways. I’m not doing anything just in the mood for a little bit of shopping are you down?” Charisma asked.

“Damn right I’m down! Lets meet at the mall in like a hour at the main entrance.” Michelle arranged.

“See you in a hour.” Charisma smiled as she hung up the phone. She hasn’t seen her friend in what felt like ages, she couldn’t wait to see her girl. She slid off the bed and opened up her double wide closet door and began looking for something to wear.

Michelle quickly began unwrapping her bands and applying make-up to her face, disobeying the doctor’s order. She didn’t give a damn. She was all fixed now and when the opportunity presented itself for her to show off she was ready. Two hours later she was strutting into the mall as if she owned the world and everyone surrounding her should drop to their knees and start worshiping the ground that she was walking on. She was in an incredible amount of pain, yet she didn't give a damn. In her eyes, beauty was pain....

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Charisma’s Prada pumps clicked against the marble floor as she made her way to the food court area where she was meeting her best friend that she hadn’t seen in over three years or so. She held an oversized Prada purse in her right hand and her phone in the other. On her face she wore a pair of oversized Prada shades. Her tight Prada jeans defined every curve that her body was equipped with. She was all Prada from the earrings in her ear to the shoes on her feet. It was obvious that she was super bad and not once did she have to hear it. She was a bad bitch and there was no need to tell her and try to stroke her ego because her ego was already on a 110 and her swag was definitely on 150, no doubt. Any higher and she would be putting bitches to sleep for sure.

Removing her shades with confidence, she eyed the food court but didn’t see Michelle. She was about to punch in her number on the keypad until a big ass almighty caught her attention.

Charisma never was into females, but if she saw a bad bitch she sure as hell would acknowledge one. Charisma eyed the girl’s ass like it was a piece of candy. “Damn,” she mouthed.

The girl turned around. “Oh boo! There you go!”

Charisma covered her mouth. The only thing that she recognized about the girl was her squeaky voice and the deep dimples that were engraved in her high cheeks. “Michelle?” Charisma questioned.             

“Don’t act like you blind.” Michelle laughed. She spun around showing off her new body. The only thing that was fat on her was her fat ass and her outrageously thick thighs.

“Bitttttch! Dammmmn!” Charisma covered her mouth again and got up to circle around Michelle. “What in the world happened to you? I mean, damn! Girl, work it! You is dope as shit!” Charisma admitted.

“Anything and everything that money could buy,” Michelle bragged as she opened her arms for a hug.

The last time Charisma saw her girl. She was chubby and wore really cheap weave and clothing. Her face was beautiful but everything else was busted. She’d gone from a low 2 to a 10.

Charisma was really impressed. She hoped with the new body and all that Michelle had also gained some confidence. She would soon learn that Michelle had gained a little too much confidence. The bitch was bad and nobody or their momma could tell her shit.

They walked through the mall shopping and catching up on old times. Charisma couldn’t help but keep sneaking peeks at Michelle’s outrageous ass. She made a note to herself to go get a membership at the gym a.s.a.p. There was no way she was going to let a chick like Michelle out does her. In a matter of minutes, she learned that Michelle’s ego was bigger than her big ass head that rested awkwardly on top of her shoulders.

“So you still with dude?” Michelle questioned sipping on an ice coffee from Starbucks. She raised her eyebrow as she waited for answer.

Charisma was on the other side of the dressing room, trying to fit into a Bebe dress that was a size too small for her. She was irritated and frustrated that the dress didn’t fit. A size bigger would make her feel so insecure. “Huh? What you say, girl?” Charisma answered from the other side.

“Is you still with Trig’s boy?” Michelle repeated herself as if she didn't already know the answer.

“Yes, girl. Still in love, Girl, that nigga isn’t going anywhere and I sure as hell am not. You still deal with Trig?” Charisma questioned. It was her turn to wait for an answer. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, girl. On and off, I just got back in town and that nigga already calling me. I don’t want to see his ass, if he calls looking for me. Tell him you didn’t hear from me.”

Charisma threw the dress over the dressing room door. “Girl, get me a fucking size seven,” she whined.

“Okay. A size seven, little Debbie cakes. I see you putting on a little weight,” Michelle teased. She knew how to make Charisma feel bad about herself. She knew that Charisma loved her body and would cry the second someone mentioned her being fat.

Although she was nowhere near fat, it just hurt Charisma that she wasn’t as perfect as she wanted to be. Sitting on her ass eating all day and doing nothing with her life was starting to take a slight toll on her banging hourglass shape.

Michelle switched her ass off, heading to get a bigger size. Once she found the dress she grabbed a size nine on purpose. “Here is your size seven.” Michelle threw the dress over top of the door.

Moments later, Charisma opened the doors flaunting the dress. It fit perfectly on her body.

Charisma stood directly in front of the mirror, mesmerized by how the dress looked as if it was painted on her body. “Now this what you call a bad bitch,” Charisma teased.

“And you know you see another one so point her out!” Michelle added. She covered her mouth as if she tickled herself to death.