Hell's Diva (10 page)

She was surprised at her own feelings. The thought of giving herself to another man usually made her feel guilty, but for some reason she didn’t feel that way with Shamel. Maybe it was because he showed her more attention in one night than Tah did in five years. On that note, she gave her full attention to Shamel and was willing to do whatever Shamel wanted to do in bed.

Shamel kissed Mecca softly on her neck, which made chills run through her whole body. He nibbled on her ear lobe. It tickled Mecca a bit, but she still moaned with a small chuckle. At the same time, he let his hand slip up her dress and rub her vagina outside of her laced Victoria’s Secret panties. Mecca arched her back and inhaled deeply.

He felt the wetness of her on her panties. Slowly he slid her panties down while he kissed her on her lips. He lifted her dress up to her waist, got on his knees and removed her shoes, sucking her toes. Tah never sucked on Mecca’s toes, and Mecca didn’t know getting her toes sucked would feel so good.

While he did that, she lifted the dress over her head and threw it on the floor. She removed her bra while looking at Shamel suck each toe individually. He licked her ankles, then her calves slowly. Then he kissed her inner thighs until he buried his face between her legs. He opened her pussy lips with his thumbs and sucked on her clitoris. Mecca felt his warm tongue on her and almost flipped off the bed. She gripped the sheets as she came all over Shamel’s face.

“Shamel, don’t stop! Oh Shamel, keep eating my pussy,” she moaned.

Shamel ate Mecca’s pussy for a half hour. Mecca came more times in that half hour than she did in a month with Tah. When he finished, his face looked like a glazed donut.

“You taste so good, Mecca,” Shamel said seductively. He took off his linen suit and stripped naked down to his silk socks.

Mecca had fantasized about Shamel’s body before. When his Sutter Garden basketball team played against other teams, most from other parts of East New York in high-stakes games, Mecca stared at the bulge in his shorts. Seeing him naked, she found that what she fantasized about was actually the way she pictured it. Along with his chiseled muscular frame, he had the biggest dick Mecca could have ever imagined. She thought Tah’s dick was good to go, but damn. Shamel was holding!

She was almost scared. Before she let him stick his pole in her pussy, Mecca wanted to return the oral favor. She got up and pushed Shamel on the bed on his back. She wiped her juices off his face with her hands then she stuck her tongue in his mouth and they kissed for a few seconds. She sucked on his nipples and Shamel closed his eyes. His heart was beating fast. He couldn’t believe he finally got the girl he always wanted, and she felt the way he imagined she would. He got to make love to her the way he pictured when he masturbated with her in mind.

Shamel didn’t feel it was the right time to reveal to Mecca how he felt. He knew time would tell how she felt about him. He knew telling her that he had once had rough sex with her aunt Ruby back in the day would make him telling her he loved her unbelievable. He would never tell her that though, and hopefully, Ruby wouldn’t either.

Shamel moaned as Mecca went south, gripping his dick. He could feel her tongue massaging his shaft while her lips moved up and down his dick. She massaged his balls while she sucked and Shamel started humping her mouth. At first Mecca gagged, then she handled all of him like a pro. Shamel held Mecca’s head, stopping her.

“I wanna come in you, Mecca, not in your mouth.”

Mecca smiled. “We got enough time for that. You tasted me, so gimme a chance to taste you.”

Shamel stalled and leaned his head back. In between the sound of Mecca slurping on his manhood, he felt himself about to explode. Mecca felt his hot cum splash against the back of her throat. She kept sucking as his juices flowed down her throat. Shamel gripped the bed and lifted his waist.

“Damn, girl, oh shit,” he moaned, looking at her while she was licking the cum off the tip of his dick.

“You good?” Mecca looked at him, smiling.

Shamel laughed, “No doubt, baby girl.”

Mecca began to stroke Shamel’s dick to get it hard again. She rubbed her palms to warm them, then started playing with his balls. “C’mon, big boy, get up,” she said, looking at his semi-erect dick. She licked the head of Shamel’s dick and it stood at full attention, hard and ready in no time. Mecca crawled on her knees, smiling seductively at him.

“Come here,” he said, folding the pillow under his head lifting it.

Mecca climbed on top of him, reached behind, and grabbed his dick. She lifted herself and slowly slid down on him. She inhaled deeply and screwed up her face, feeling Shamel’s dick fill her insides. Shamel palmed both of her plump ass cheeks while she leaned forward so he could suck on her light brown breasts with the dark brown nipples.

She rode his dick in a slow rhythm. Every time she moved, Shamel felt his dick tingle with pleasure. He fought back the urge of moaning out loud, and whispered, “Damn this pussy good. I want you, Mecca, all to myself!”

“You got me, oh God, you got me,” Mecca responded in between moans, savoring the feel of his dick beating on her g-spot while she bounced up and down on the entire length of him.

Shamel turned Mecca doggie style, held her by her waist, and watched his dick go in and out of her dark pink pussy surrounded by golden brown skin and curly pubic hairs. He slapped her ass, sending chills through Mecca’s body. Mecca moaned with every stroke and slap on her ass.

Shamel held her shoulders while he pumped, looking at her flawless skin. Her ass was smooth like a baby’s ass. She turned her head, looking at him as he pumped. Her face was turning red and she held her mouth open.

“Oh, Shamel, fuck this pussy! Fuck me.”

He pushed Mecca down so her stomach could touch the bed. He lifted her ass up and pushed himself deeper in her. Mecca felt herself cumming and it didn’t stop. Her whole body shook as she came all over Shamel’s dick. Cum dripped down her legs from her pussy.

After ten minutes in that position, he laid her on her back and put her legs over his shoulders. Mecca came three times before Shamel bust his second nut. Mecca felt his cum inside her and she pulled his waist into her.

Mecca and Shamel fell asleep in each other’s arms. She woke up first and snuck into the kitchen to cook breakfast in bed at three o’clock in the afternoon. Forty-five minutes later, Mecca woke Shamel up with a steaming plate of French toast, scrambled cheese eggs, and home fries, with a glass of milk and orange juice.

“Damn, you can cook, too? That nigga Tah is crazy,” Shamel said as he leaned his back against the wooden headboard while Mecca dressed in one of his T-shirts with nothing else on. She placed his plate on a pillow and set the pillow on his lap. Mecca went back into the kitchen and grabbed her plate, and went back in the room with Shamel and sat on the bed next to him.

“Speaking of that nigga, he has been beeping me all morning,” Mecca said, grabbing her clear pink pager off the nightstand next to the bed.

“Where he beeping you from?”

“The area code is seven-one-seven. That’s in Pennsylvania somewhere,” she replied, putting the pager down on the stand.

“You should call. Something might be wrong,” Shamel said.

Even though he wanted Mecca for himself, and Tah out of the way, he knew that still didn’t mean he could totally shit on the nigga. He might have been in jail, and Shamel didn’t wish that on anybody. He wasn’t about to go to war with no dude about his girl. He knew, regardless if it was Mecca, nothing was worth your freedom, and he refused to die over a woman.

Shamel handed Mecca his gray Motorola cellular phone. Mecca looked at her pager while she dialed the number. A voice answered on the first ring.

“Harrisburg Police Department. How may I help you?”

“Sorry, I dialed the wrong number,” Mecca said, quickly hanging up. She looked at Shamel with her eyebrow raised. “That was the police in Harrisburg. I think that nigga locked up.”

“Why you hang up?” Shamel asked.

“He might be under a fake name. I gotta call the ville and see what’s what,” Mecca answered. Mecca dialed another number, then pressed the send button on the cellular phone.

Knowing it wasn’t a wise move discussing the specifics over the phone of why Tah was locked up, Mecca decided to drive to Brownsville to get the full details on the goings-on that got Tah caged in Pennsylvania. She drove to the ville in her new Lexus. When she pulled up in the Brownsville Houses in the bright red Lexus, all eyes were on her. She spotted some of Tah’s crew standing in front of his building. They stared at the car, not knowing who was driving.

When Mecca stopped and got out, she could see the crew mumbling to each other. Other people went back to their business while a group of girls with bad hairdos and cheap, ten-dollar dresses rolled their eyes and stared at Mecca enviously. Mecca called over one of the crew.

“Craig, come here.” Craig, a short, purple-black-complexioned cat with a bald head dressed in camouflage fatigues and construction Timbs skipped over to Mecca.

“What’s up?” he asked, showing his chipped tooth and bottom teeth in gold with engraved letters saying “C-Money.”

“What happened to Tah?”

Craig shook his head and sighed. “I told that nigga don’t go down there with scary-ass Mika. He had to clap one of them Pennsylvania niggas, and both the dude and Mika told he did it. Now he locked up with a hundred grand bail.”

“Mika? You talking about Tamika with the scar on her face that he used to fuck with back in the day?” Mecca asked, surprised.

“Yeah, that Mika,” Craig said.

Mecca was about to ask a thousand questions in regard to Tamika and Tah’s dealing with each other, but there was no need in asking Craig because he would lie for Tah anyway. Mecca knew she had to ask him face to face.

“They got that ten percent shit down there. All he need is ten Gs,” Craig said, snapping Mecca out of the thought of Tah dealing with Tamika behind her back. Mecca walked back to the car and opened the passenger-side door, reached in the glove compartment, and pulled out a blue and white Gap bag. She handed the bag to Craig.

“That’s eleven; go get the nigga.”

Tah showed up at Mecca’s apartment the next day wearing a brown Pelle Pelle leather jacket and black Parasuco jeans, with brown and green Gore-tex Timbs known as “beef & broccolis.”

“Yo, good-looking boo! I had to get outta there, they be hanging niggas out there, for real!” Tah said, sitting down on Mecca’s couch. Mecca rolled her eyes with a look that seemed to Tah like she wasn’t happy to see him.

“What’s up with you? Ain’t you glad to see me?” Tah asked with his palms held out, shrugging his shoulders.

Mecca sucked her teeth. “Please, nigga, if I didn’t want to see you I wouldn’t have bailed your dumb ass out. What the fuck were you doing with Tamika?”

Tah put his hands on his lap and screwed up his face. “Who told you I was with Mika? Niggas got big mouths and don’t be knowing what they talking about.”

Mecca stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Niggas was talking about what happened to you and how you got locked up, stupid. How the hell else I was going to bail your dumb ass out?” Mecca shot back. “You in Pennsylvania with Tamika instead of with me on my birthday, huh?”

“It ain’t even like that, Mecca. Don’t go jumping to conclusions,” Tah said, knowing how heated Mecca could get in no time. He didn’t feel like her bullshit because he knew they would argue for the rest of the night.

“Like what, Tah? Fuck is you talking about? You weren’t here with me, that’s the conclusion.”

“You saying it like I’m fuckin’ her or something. That bitch a mule.”

“So, what you was mule dicking her?” Mecca said sarcastically.

Tah sighed, not wanting to continue arguing about Tamika. He felt stupid even dealing with her again sexually and bringing her out of town with coke in her bra, girdle, and pussy. It was this bitch’s fault he got locked up.

A guy from Harrisburg approached Tamika in a bar and asked her name. Instead of saying her name then politely telling the guy she had a man, she said, “Don’t worry what my name is. Get your country ass out my face!”

The guy slapped the taste out of Tamika’s mouth. She held her face then started swinging on the guy. Tah walked in the bar and saw the guy and Tamika throwing blows at each other. Tah ran over and tried to pull Tamika away. The guy kept swinging and mistakenly punched Tah in the face. Tah let go of Tamika, pulled a .45 from his pants, and shot the guy in his stomach and arm.

The bar cleared in panic. Tah and Tamika took off running toward the hotel they were staying in, but they didn’t make it back to the hotel. The cops caught them three blocks from the bar. They had the ambulance with the shot guy in it come to where they stopped Tah and Tamika. Before the ambulance pulled up, Tamika started running her mouth.

“Officer, I ain’t do nothing. I ain’t shoot nobody. I ain’t tell him to shoot him!”

Tah tried to tell her to shut up, but she kept yapping. They opened the back of the ambulance where the guy lay on a stretcher, holding his stomach, pointing at Tah
.

“Please, Mecca. I ain’t fucking her. I don’t want to argue about this no more. I’m sorry I wasn’t here for your birthday, and I’ll make it up to you. I got to pick up some money first.”

“I know you’re going to run and get my ten Gs back,” Mecca said while walking away.

“All right. A yo, who Lexus is that in front of the crib?” Tah asked, walking over to the window and moving the black curtains to look at it.

“It’s mine. It was a birthday gift!” Mecca yelled from the kitchen.

“Damn, who gave you that for your birthday?” Tah asked curiously.

“Shamel and his crew chipped in and copped it for me!”

Tah felt the anger build up in his chest jealously. “Word? Niggas feeling you like that?”

Mecca walked back in the living room with her hand on her hip. “Please, Tah. At least niggas thought about me on my birthday. Niggas ain’t trying to get with me. Niggas is family. Niggas is loyal.”

Mecca lied about Shamel, but she told the truth about the other guys not wanting to get with her. Tah got up and walked toward the door.

“Where you going?”

Tah opened to door and without looking at her, he answered, “I’m going to get your money.” Then, slammed the door.

Tamika walked around Brownsville like she had no worries. At first she figured Tah loved her and wouldn’t hurt her. Plus, he was out of jail, and she knew Tah didn’t expect her to take the fall for the shooting. She already brought drugs out there for him, what else did he expect? All of those thoughts changed when she realized he was avoiding her. She tried to speak to him on the phone. She tried beeping him and calling his cellular phone but when he heard her voice, he hung up. He erased her number off his beeper and told a group of her girlfriends to tell Mika she didn’t exist to him anymore.

Then Mika stepped over the line when she went to Sutter Gardens and knocked on Mecca’s door. Luckily for Tamika, Mecca wasn’t home, but her emotions superseded her intelligence. She wrote on Mecca’s door in black marker, Tah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you. She could never catch Tah at home, so she knew for sure that he would see her note at Mecca’s house.

Mecca was usually out of the city staying at Ruby’s villa, which Mecca owned legally. The house was in her name and her SSI savings covered the mortgage. Ruby’s lawyer helped Mecca secure the home. She happened to be in the city often since she and Shamel started creeping around. Tah spent most of the time in Brownsville doing stick ups and hanging with his crew.

He went to see Mecca twice a week, either to drop off money or spend a night after having boring sex. After the wonderful sex Mecca was having with Shamel, she seemed disinterested when she had sex with Tah. The sex she had with Shamel was always satisfying and they never did the same things. There was always something new when they got together. Mecca came to her apartment after spending time with Shamel and saw what Tamika wrote on her door.

“Oh no, this bitch didn’t!” Mecca grumbled, opening her door. She picked up her phone and called Shamel. “Boo, you won’t guess what this bitch Tamika did to my door!”

Shamel rushed over to Mecca’s Brownsville apartment to see what was going on. Shamel was shocked when he saw it and he knew that whoever this Tamika was, she done fucked up. He thought if he knew Tamika, he would have told her, “You don’t wanna do that. Mecca is not the one.”

“This bitch doesn’t learn, huh? I cut this bitch face in school and she still don’t get it!” Mecca said angrily. “C’mon Shamel, we going to find this bitch!”

Mecca drove her Benz with Shamel riding shotgun with the seat leaned all the way back. Mecca drove with her seat leaned back so far it looked like the car was driving by itself, if you looked from the outside.

Both of them had their guns on them. Mecca had a chrome .45 with a pearl handle that Shamel bought off a crackhead for her. Shamel had a MAC-11 with a shoestring tied around it that he put on his shoulder under his red and gold Avirex leather jacket. Mecca saw Tah and his crew standing on the corner of Mother Gaston and Dumont and pulled up on the corner. She walked straight over to Tah.

Tah saw the anger on her face and mumbled to his crew, “Now what?” Shamel got out of the car with her and that angered him even more.

“Where’s that nappy headed-bitch of yours, Tah?” Mecca yelled.

“What is you talking ’bout, Mecca? What bitch?” Tah, asked confused.

“Don’t play stupid! Tell the bitch she can tell you she love you in your face or on a postcard, not on my fucking door!”

“Fuck is you talking about?” Tah asked, then he pointed at Shamel. “Fuck is he doing here? He your bodyguard now?”

Shamel interjected, “Hold up, son. Mecca is my peoples. I’m holding her down. Ain’t nobody trying to take what’s yours. So leave me outta this, kid.”

Tah looked Shamel up and down menacingly and so did Tah’s crew, who began mumbling under their breath. Mecca pulled out her gun and cocked it. Tah’s crew all pulled out their guns when Mecca brandished hers.

“Ain’t nobody gonna front on my peoples. So y’all niggas don’t even think about it!”

“Y’all niggas chill!” Tah yelled to his crew. He turned to Mecca. “Mecca, put the biscuit away, ain’t nobody gonna do nothing.” Tah smiled at Shamel. “I don’t know what you did, son, but whatever it is, put me on, ’cause I doubt if she’ll do that for me.”

Shamel ignored Tah’s sarcasm. “Son, she bailed you out as soon as she heard you got locked up, and…” He figured he should cap it off with what he knew was somewhat true. “She love you, son, you’re all she talks about when she in the East.”

Tah looked at Mecca, and then he reached out to hug her. Mecca pulled back. “Where’s this bitch? She wrote on my door, Tah. She must think you live there or she lost her mu’fuckin’ mind!”

“Mecca, I don’t fuck with that bitch. Why would I fuck with a bitch who snitched on me?” Mecca started walking back to her car with Shamel in tow. Tah stood there with his crew, angry.” I’m saying, where you going, Mecca? Let me talk to you!”

Mecca looked back at Tah with the “yeah, right” look on her face.” Talk to that bitch of yours, because I ain’t doing no talking.”

Mecca drove around Brownsville looking for Tamika. Crews of guys hanging out on corners stared as Mecca drove down Rockaway Avenue and Mother Gaston Boulevard. Girls stared with envy when they realized it was a girl driving. Some recognized Mecca from going to school with her. Some of them waved to Shamel out of spite, which Mecca ignored. Mecca noticed Shamel shake his head when the girls waved at him.

“I’d rather die than be like them bitches,” Mecca said.

“I feel you on that.”

Shamel noticed Mecca’s eyes widen when she looked at another group of girls on the corner of Pitkin and Belmont.

“There go that bum-ass bitch right there!” Mecca pointed.

Shamel looked at the group. “What you wanna do?”

Mecca pulled over.” This bitch ain’t worth killing, I’ll beat her ass.” She put her gun in the glove compartment. “Just hold me down just in case these bitches try to front,” Mecca continued.

“No question,” Shamel replied.

They both got out of the car. Tamika saw Mecca coming and shock was all over her face. Tamika could have pissed her pants at the sight of her nemesis. The girl who cut her face back in junior high. The girl who took her man. Yet, Tamika had to save face in front of her crew, so she initiated the standoff.

“Bitch, you walking over here like you—” Tamika was cut off by the sound of Mecca’s fist against her jaw. Mecca kept swinging and punching Tamika in her face. She tried to fight back.

“Bitch, don’t you ever come to my crib.” Mecca spoke after each punch. “Looking for Tah. You bum-ass bitch!”

Mecca held Tamika’s head down with one hand and upper-cut her in the face with the other. Tamika’s nose was bleeding and her jaw was dangling from Mecca breaking it with her first punch. Tamika’s friends were yelling at Tamika.

“Mika, beat her ass! Don’t let her do that to you!”

One of them even tried to grab Mecca. Shamel held his hand out in front of the girl while putting one hand in his jacket. “Get the fuck back before I pistol whip one of you bitches!”

The girls saw the menacing look Shamel gave and backed up.

“That’s it, Mecca, damn, you got it!”

Mecca threw Tamika on the ground and saw that a large crowd was watching. Most of them were shopping on the busy strip of Pitkin Avenue. Some people stood at bus stops watching the girls. Groups of guys watched to see if one of the girls’ clothes were ripped off to get a flash.

Chunks of Tamika’s extensions came out of her hair. Her tight blue Guess jeans had dirt on them from the ground and one of her sneakers flew into the street. Mecca stomped her face on the ground and Tamika mumbled inaudible words. Shamel saw Tamika on the verge of damn near dying and grabbed Mecca.

“C’mon, Mecca, let’s boogie.”

Mecca was out of breath, but stopped to look down at Tamika.” Bitch, don’t ever come near my crib again!” Mecca spat on her and walked off.

“Now, was all that necessary?” Lou asked Mecca after showing her the vision of the fight.