I'm Still Wifey (10 page)

“You might be right. But I don’t want to take any chances.”

“A’ight. That’s cool,” I told her. “But did my man Black give you everything you needed?”

“Yeah. But you know what? He gave me more money than I asked for.”

“What he give you?”

“Four hundred.”

“Oh, that’s ‘bout right.”

“So you told him to give me that much?”

“Yeah. ’Cause I figured you could use it to get your hair and nails done or something.”

“Thanks. That was really nice of you to do that for me.”

“Look, Bivens...,” I began, but she cut me off in mid-sentence and said, “My name is Lena.”

“Okay, Lena. I told you that you could get anything you want from me. But I ain’t gon’ know what it is, until you ask me.”

“I know. But a girl in my position can’t just jump out of every moving car. You see, I have a job to do here. And it’s against the rules to show favoritism to any of the inmates. So all of the correctional officers are instructed to treat y’all like has-beens. And sometimes it’s easy. But with you, it was difficult.”

“Why is that?” I asked feeling all happy and shit, like I’m a Don.

“Because you’re different than they are.”

“And how is that?” I kept egging her on. Shit, I need some ego boosting.

“Look, Ricky, if you must know, I heard about you on the streets way before you came up in here, thanks to my best friend, Lacy. She keeps up with all the ballers who live around town. And I know you probably don’t remember this but right after the New Years, you and some other guy came by the Broadway on a Friday night to a birthday party for my best friend’s sister, Ramona. You were wearing this gorgeous fur coat. And your friend was wearing a pretty red and blue leather jacket.”

“Yeah, I remember that party,” I told her right before I sipped on the cold soda she had bought me to go with my meal. “But I don’t remember you being there,” I continued, after I let out a burp.

“Now, how could you? When there were over a hundred other women there trying to get your attention.” She ended with a big smirk on her face.

“Nah, I don’t remember it being like that.”

“Oh yes, you do. And you were loving it, too, because you were smiling your butt off.”

“No, I wasn’t,” I said and then I smiled ’cause she wasn’t lying. I was loving the hell out of all that attention them hoes were showing me. I mean, what man wouldn’t?

“Tell me something,” Lena came back at me.

“What’s up?”

“How many of those women did you and your friend take to the hotel with you that night?”

“None of them. I ain’t want them. Shit! You want to know the truth? I wish I would’ve ran across you that night.”

“And what would have happened if you did?”

Aaahhh man! Now I got to go into pimp mode, ’cause this chick is throwing questions at me full force. And from the tone of her voice, she sounds like she’s in the mood to hear me say some real good shit to her. So I finally came out and told her what she wanted to hear.

“I would’ve took you out to dinner. And then we probably would’ve went to see a movie.”

“So you wouldn’t have tried to play me?”

“Play you how?” I asked, even though I already knew where she was going with this question.

“I’m talking about how most men skip out on women after they get what they want from them.”

“Well, that ain’t my style. And it damn sho’ wouldn’t be with you ’cause Lena, you got it going on. So I want to make sho’ you keep it that way.”

“And how will you make the effort to do that?”

“You let me worry about that part. You just continue doing what I need you to do,” I told her.

“I will,” she replied in her cute little voice.

Now since I knew the clock was still ticking, I hurried up and finished eating my food, and then right after I finished up my soda, I handed everything back to her.

“Was it good?” she asked me.

“Ya damn right! But next time, tell them don’t cook it so hard.”

“Okay,” she replied and then started stuffing everything in this black trash bag.

“You ready?” she continued, which was the wrong question because I wasn’t ready to go back to that dirty-ass cell block. And plus, I wanted some pussy. Or at least see it for that matter. So I said, “Damn, you trying to get rid of me already?”

“No. But remember, we’re not trying to blow this.”

“A’ight. A’ight. But can I at least get a kiss or something?” I suggested because a nigga like me was grasping for straws.

“All right, but just one kiss.”

I stood up ‘cause I got happy as hell. And when I leaned over to lay a wet one on her lips, she met me halfway and that’s when our lips locked. And boy, was I feeling it. My dick started feeling it, too.

I slid my tongue in her mouth and threw my arms around her waist. Now, I thought she was gon’ push me away, but she didn’t. So I pulled her closer to me ‘cause I wanted her to feel my big missile against her pussy. And as soon as I did it, fireworks shot off every muthafucking where.

My dick pressed against her pussy was about to send me up the fucking wall. And I could tell that she was about to go with me because this chick started grinding on me. So I started grinding back. And then our kisses started going in slow motion with me tugging on her bottom lip. But I couldn’t stop there, ‘cause my dick was ‘bout to explode.

That’s when I said, “Fuck it!” and grabbed both of her ass cheeks in the palm of my hands and pulled her even closer to me, so I could grind on her harder.

Then, out of nowhere, this chick started acting like a beast and started tugging on my jumpsuit.

“Take it off,” she instructed me in a low whisper, as she started kissing me on my neck.

So without giving it a second thought, I let her ass go and came right on out of my suit. I was standing there wearing nothin’ but a pair of white boxers, with my dick trying to bust through the open slit in the front. After Lena noticed how tight my six-pack was, she grabbed for my dick and started massaging it. And boy, I was about to jump the fuck outta my skin. I reached over and started feeling on her titties. Damn! These muthafuckas is soft as hell. And I can feel how hard her nipples are, too. But I wanna see them.

I started unbuttoning her shirt. And that’s when she jumped back.

“Wait! No!” she stuttered.

Since I wasn’t trying to hear that, I said, “What’s wrong?”

“Let me just suck your dick,” she told me. And even though I was gamed for that, that wasn’t gon’ be enough. So I came back and said, “Nah, Lena. Let me fuck you.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?” I asked desperately. If she didn’t hurry up, my dick was gon’ go limp on me, and I wasn’t trying to let that happen. I’ve got too much pressure built up right now.

“Because we don’t have a condom.”

“Look baby, I promise I’ll pull out.”

“That isn’t what I’m worried about.”

“Look, sweetheart,” I began to plead, “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with me. And I ain’t got that AIDS shit either. So you ain’t got to worry about it. I promise.”

Now before she gave me an answer, I kicked a little bit more game and said, “And so that you know, if I didn’t give a fuck about cha, I would’ve just let you suck my dick and carried your ass. But see, I’m carrying it different with you. Shorty, I like you a whole lot. And that’s why I’ma make sure that you get taken care of. That’s my word!”

Lena thought about what I said because after she let out a long sigh, she said, “All right. But please pull out before you cum.”

“I will, baby. You got my word,” I replied, happy as a muthafucka, massaging my dick ’cause he was on the verge of becoming Mr. Softy. But, with a couple of strokes, I had him back up and running.

“Turn around,” I instructed her, after she pulled her pants down below her knees. And when she did that, I finally got to see how pretty and round her ass is. The shit is perfect! It’s so damn beautiful that my dick started jumping, which made me get even more excited. So I bent her over, moved her thong strap to the side and went straight in for the kill. I dove in headfirst. And it was like, the second I stuck my dick in her wet, juicy pussy, feelings I thought I ain’t ever had started coming out of the woodworks. The shit was so strong, it went straight to my heart. It was fucking bananas! And it seemed like with each stroke, the feelings in my dick started taking over my whole body.

And then on top of that, she started throwing the pussy back on me. So being the big dawg I am, I had to take control and hold shit down. And that’s when I laid the pipe down and started pumping it in her real good. So believe me, she was feeling it in her stomach because she started moaning her ass off, saying, “Ooooh...Ricky! Fuck this pussy, baby. Yeah, do it just like that!”

Now I’m about to give you some real shit, ’cause after hearing this chick moaning and telling me to keep beating her pussy up, I was getting hyper. So after a dozen more strokes, I exploded. And I did keep my word and pulled out on her. But I made her wear every last bit of this protein in the crack of her ass. I also beat my dick on her cheeks, so I could see her ass jump some more. Plus, I wanted to make sho’ I got a chance to release every drop of it. And guess what? I did. But I was weak as hell after I let my shit off. And it’s all gravy, ’cause I just got me some pussy. So I’m straight now.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” she said as she started zipping up her pants.

“You a’ight?” I asked her even though I didn’t really give a fuck.

“Yes, I’m okay,” she told me and then she kissed me on the mouth. “I just want to hurry up and get you back to the block before someone comes looking for me.”

“Well, a’ight. I’m ready,” I replied and then I tapped her on her ass. “I’ma have my man Black holla at you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh yeah,” I came back at her. “I heard that trustee nigga tried to holla at you yesterday.”

“Who, Kelsey?”

“Yeah, him.”

“Oh, he’s harmless. And I never pay him any mind.”

“That’s cool. But you need to straighten that shit out before I have something done to his punk ass.”

“All right,” Lena replied and then she unlocked the supply room door. Back to the block I went.

Anything 4 Profit

Since we have passed the dinner and a movie stage, Mark invited me to hang out with him at a dog fight tonight, which is a major gambling spot for him. When I accepted his invitation, he told me to be ready to leave the crib by ten p.m. And once Nikki got word that Syncere was going to be there as well, she happily volunteered herself to accompany us along for the ride.

“So, where is this dog fight suppose to be at?” Nikki asked from the back seat.

Now, being as though I wasn’t driving and was unaware of our destination, I let Mark answer her question. “In P-town, Portsmouth, VA, at this spot ran by this old dude.”

“So what happens at a dog fight?” Nikki continued.

“It’s just a spot where a whole bunch of niggas gather around and watch two pits go at each other’s asses.

“That’s it?” Nikki replied in a disappointing manner.

“Yeah, if you ain’t got money in the pot.”

“Oh, so y’all be gambling off that shit?” Her questions continued.

“Nah. It’s called eating!” Mark began to explain. “That’s how a lot of niggas be getting it these days.”

“Does Syncere bet too?” she wanted to know.

“Big time. That nigga goes hard at these fights.”

“Well, I sure hope he wins tonight. Because I could sure use a new paint job on my car.”

“I know that’s right!” I agreed in a humorous fashion.

The ride to this back wood section of P-town was centered around a lot of farm land. It had to be every bit of thirty acres of wooded area. We traveled down a long, dirt road, without a street light in sight, that led us to this rundown-looking warehouse with an assortment of late-model whips and SUVs. Once Mark found a parking space, Nikki and I were on our way to see what was behind door number one.

Immediately after we were let in through the double steel doors, a thick cloud of smoke grabbed me right by the throat and choked the hell out of me. It seemed like every cat in there was puffing on something or another, which became an instant turn-off for me, but I kept my mouth shut. The last thing I wanted to do was start complaining. Tonight is Mark’s night, so I am going to let him do him.

Moments later, Mark escorted us to a set of bleachers surrounded by a small fenced-in ring, which I am assuming was where the dogs would fight.

“Y’all sit right here while I go put my bet in,” he told us and then he disappeared into a crowded corner in the opposite side of the warehouse.

“I wonder how much money he’s getting ready to put up?” I said aloud, awaiting a response from Nikki.

“Shit! I don’t know. But from the looks of the cats walking around here, it ain’t going to be chump change.”

Instead of commenting, I giggled because I was suddenly beginning to agree with her assumption. The niggas that were parading around here look like they got it going the fuck on, sporting their beautiful jewels, fresh whites (D.C.’s or Uptowns or Air Force Ones), as the others utilized their T-Mobile Sidekicks to send out a few text messages.

“Oooh, look at him,” I insisted, making reference to this tall cat with caramel skin and chiseled features, rocking a multicolored, pin striped RocaWear button-down shirt and a crisp pair of blue jeans with the Roc label branded on his right back pocket. Nikki and I both could see how magnificent and defined his physique was, with the white tank top tightly fitted and nestled against his six pack. He wore nothing else of value, except a blinged-out watch. We could not catch the inscription of the designer’s name, because we were too far away. But we could tell that the design and the number of diamonds were put together beautifully. So to sum it all up, yes, Nikki and I would both fuck home boy. He’s definitely our type, among a few others swarming around here like they were looking for a date.

“I wonder where Syncere is? Because I don’t see him anywhere,” Nikki said.

“He’s probably over there in that crowd of niggas, placing his bet like everybody else,” I told her.