Loyalty Over Royalty (12 page)

“Oh my gosh, what?! Why you looking at me like that! Do I look ok? What!” Carmen giggled.

“Yea you look perfect! My bad, you just so fire to me! I was picturing you naked in my head!” Kim laughed but was very serious.

“Is that right! Well, soon you won’t have to picture, you’ll have a live appearance right in front of you!” Carmen winked and jumped out of the driver’s seat. She then opened the back door and grabbed her purse. After closing the door and chirping her alarm, the ladies headed into the restaurant.

“Good evening ladies, just two or are you ladies expecting more?” the skinny, dark skinned hostess asked cheerfully as she greeted them upon entry. She was so frail; her uniform hung off of her. She sported nappy matted up weave, and her skin looked like the back of a crunch bar.

“Hey! Uhm no, just two! And can we have a booth please, away from everyone else if possible?” Carmen replied with a warm smile.

“Okay sure! Right this way!” She guided them to the back of the restaurant and sat them in a booth in a secluded corner. “Would you ladies like to order beverages now, or would you like a moment?” she asked, while placing menus and silverware in front of them.

“I would like a Patron margarita with a double shot instead of one,” Carmen spoke up. She then turned to Kim, who was flipping through the drink menu. “What you want boo?”

“Uhhhm, I guess you could give me the same thing!” she said, looking at the hostess to confirm her decision.

“Okay ladies I will put that in and your waitress will be over shortly with your drinks and to take your orders,” she said, smiling before she walked off switching super hard, as if she had a gigantic booty and she had no ass at all. Kim instantly burst out into laughter.

“Girl, what the fuck is so funny?!”  Carmen asked, as she looked up at her, taking her attention off of the menu.

“Girl, you missed how she walked of switching that lil tailbone of hers! Her ass gon break a fuckin hip, Ole fragile lookin ass!” Kim continued to laugh. “Then her weave all stiff, her head moving but that nappy shit ain’t!” By this time, she had tears coming down her eyes.

Carmen chuckled. “Girl, you are a mess! Leave her alone, she sweet. Everybody ain’t able boo!” Carmen said sympathetically, as she thought about the hefty tip she was going to give her even though she was only the hostess. Carmen had a soft spot for people who couldn’t afford keep themselves up, especially women. Plus, she could tell that the girl tried her best while getting dressed for work that day because baby girl was definitely feeling herself.

“Yea you right. But the way she switched off still was funny as fuck! I don’t care what you say!” Kim giggled, then placed her attention to her menu.

As they were deciding, their waitress walked up, carrying their alcoholic beverages.

“Good evening ladies, my name is Brittany and I will be your server for the evening. I have two double shot Patron margaritas. Are you guys ready to order or you need more time?” she asked, as she placed their drinks on the table. Carmen looked up from her menu with a devilish grin plastered on her face as she recognized the familiarity in the server’s voice.

It was Brittany Givings, one of the girls that use to pick with her and Kyra in high school. Well, that was until Kyra beat the breaks off of her ass at the mall one day. “Brittany muthafuckn Givings! What a pleasant surprise,” Carmen said sarcastically with a giggle. “If only my sis was here to see this shit! You went from prom queen to bussing muthafuckn tables?! Ain’t that bout a bitch!” she laughed. Brittany looked a mess. She was bad as hell in high school but over the years she had changed, for the worst. She was 100 pounds heavier and her waistline was now two stomachs. Her hair was undone and it was a faded dusty red looking color; she was way overdue for color touch up. Her uniform looked two sizes too small, and her shoes were ran over and leaning from her fat ass feet. Her face still looked exactly the same though.

“Carmen?!” she spat, as she rolled her eyes to the top of her head. Brittany was embarrassed. The last thing she needed was one of the girls she picked on in high school to see her fat and working at Red Lobster. In school, she was one of the hottest things smoking; now, she had six kids, working part time, and living off of food stamps and section 8.

“Yea, it’s me, CARMEN! I would ask how’s life, but I can tell it’s fucked up for you! What a shame, I just knew you’d be Miss America or at least the wife of an athlete, since you ran through the whole football and basketball team!” Carmen scoffed and laughed. She was totally out of her character. She had never been the bully type but she hated Brittany and her side kick Brandy with a passion back in the day. No matter how long ago it was, she would never forget or forgive they ass.

If Brandy’s ass would have been in front of her, she would have gave it to her ass as well. Brittany gave Carmen a dirty look. If her eyes were a gun, Carmen would be one dead bitch. Carmen saw the look and got even more amused.

“Awww, po lil tinker! Let me get off of you before you beat me up cuz I know yo arms strong as a muthafucka from carrying trays all damn day!” Carmen continued. Kim instantly busted out laughing as spittle from her drink flew from her mouth. She couldn’t believe Carmen was going in on Brittany so bad after telling her to get off the hostess. Brittany just stood there in silence with her feelings so hurt. She couldn’t say not a damn thing. She had picked on Carmen and Kyra for years in school. After getting beat up by Kyra, she just knew they were even, but here Carmen was in Red Lobster looking like a million bucks and the shoe was on the other foot. Carmen was roasting her nonstop. If she had a gun, she would’ve went in the bathroom and blew her own brains out. That’s just how bad Carmen made her feel and look. Brittany dropped her head and swiftly walked away. She could hear Carmen and Kim still laughing the further she got away from the table.

Chapter 19

Steve and Theresa sat in the visitation area of Franklin County Penitentiary as they waited to see Murder. Being that it had been over 20 years, Steve was excited to see his big brother. Theresa, on the other hand, made sure she visited every month.

Murder walked through the door of the visiting room and his face lit up. He couldn’t believe he was being blessed with his baby brother’s presence.

“I know it ain’t who I think it is!” Murder shouted excitedly.

“Yea it’s me baby, here in the flesh!” Steve replied while standing to his feet. The two slapped fives and shared a long embrace. It took everything in Murder not to shed a tear.

“Look at you, nigga; you ain’t lil bruh no more!” Murder laughed. He was right though, Steve was big and buff as hell. Those 20 years in the Pen did him nice. It looked like he spent most of his time pumping iron.

“Shit how you talkin nigga, look at you; they ain’t have steroids where I was locked down at! When you went in, you was skinny than a bitch! Nigga even got grey hair now!” Steve joked. Murder looked good. He stood about 6'4" with a wide muscular frame like Terry Cruise. His skin was a light golden brown, and his eyes were a hazel grey. He wore his salt and pepper colored hair in a low cut that connected to a full Rick Ross beard, and he had a mouth full of gold teeth.

“Hey sis, wassup!” Murder said, as he bent down and kissed her on the cheek.

“Hey baby! I’ma go over here and watch Dr. Phil and let yawl catch up a bit,” she insisted. She then got up and sat on the other side of the room in front of the television.

“So, what’s been up baby bruh? How’s the free world?” Murder asked, sparking up the conversation.

“Man, everything is everything! Shit been real sweet since a nigga been out! Dorian and Carmen threw me a lil welcome home party, bought me hella clothes and shoes and shit. Big sis bought me some expensive ass watch with the matching shades, you know she gotta be extra and shit. I got a few more gifts from other people in the fam too, they really showed a nigga love. This lil bitch I been fuckin wit bought me a lil phone, shit ion even know how to work the muthafucka!” Steve laughed. “But shit, enough about me, what you been up to though, how you holding up?” he asked his brother sincerely. He knew how it was behind those walls, and just thinking about his brother spending the rest of his life behind them made him feel sorry for him. Granted, he did 20 years but at least he got parole. Murder would never see the outside freely again, not even off of years of good behavior.

“You know me, nigga, I’m solid as a rock! I practically run this muthafucka so shit sweet. I got an army full of niggas in here working for me, ion want or need for a damn thing,” Murder said seriously with a small chuckle. Hearing that put Stebo at ease. He knew his brother was a monster and could hold his own in the streets, but the penitentiary was a whole other ball game.

“Aye bruh, ion want you to worry while you up in this bitch but I got something to ask you,” Steve scooted closer and began to whisper. He then looked around to make sure nobody was listening in on their conversation. When he seen everyone minding their own, he continued.

“Did Black and Lisa have a son?” Murder put a look of confusion on his face. He hadn’t heard Black’s name since the night he made his son send him home, literally.

“I’m not sure. You know me and Lisa fell out when she was pregnant. She was mad at me for putting work in that nigga hand. But shit, I was tryna help them out. You know she was miss goody two shoes back in the day. But fuck all that; why you ask?”

“Nigga, have you ever met yo son in law?” Steve threw out another question.

“Nah, I’ve talked to him on the phone but he ain’t never been to see me. Nigga, wassup with all the questions get to the fuckin point already!”  Murder began to grow aggravated. He didn’t know where his little brother was going with all the damn questions and he was tired of answering them.

Steve scoffed. “Man, I swear that lil nigga look just like Black and Lisa! I bet my last that’s they son!” Murder busted out into laughter, he couldn’t believe his ears. Steve was always on some inspector gadget shit. Most of the time, he was right about shit, but this time, he sounded and looked delusional. Murder was positive he was barking up the wrong tree this time.

“Nigga! Yo ass always on some paranoid shit. That lil nigga been in the fam for years. Don’t you think if he was some kin to Black, we would know by now? And plus if he was, how would he know what happened? He was just a lil ass kid. I’m telling you he can’t be that nigga son,” Murder tried to convince his little brother, but he wasn’t going for it.

Stebo knew deep down something about Whack was fishy, and he had just met him a lil less than a week ago. “You ain’t say shit to Dorian and Carmen about this nonsense, did you?” he chuckled.

“Nah nigga, you the only person I said something to.”

“Well good, cuz you they favorite uncle and I don’t want that to change!” He laughed harder.

“VISITATION IS UP IN 5 MINUTES,” they heard over the intercom. They wrapped up their visit and Steve and Theresa said their goodbyes. Steve couldn’t believe his brother was being so nonchalant about the situation. At this point, he didn’t care if his brother believed him or not; he would get to the bottom of it himself.

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Carmen pulled into her four car garage. After placing the car in park and shutting off the engine, her and Kim got out and headed inside. They were both stumbling from the four double shot patron margaritas they had a piece from Red Lobster. After reading the shit out of Brittany’s ass, Carmen requested a different waitress, so she and Kim could finish their little date. When they walked into the kitchen from the garage door, Kim’s mouth instantly dropped. She expected the house to be nice because of the appearance from the outside, but she wasn’t expecting it to be as over the top as it was. Everything in the kitchen was marble and stainless steel. It was so spotless; she just knew they had to have a maid or butler.

“Damn girl, this house is stunning! What the fuck yawl do for a living?!” she asked, as she followed Carmen to the all-white living room. Carmen pretended as if she didn’t hear her question, she didn’t really know her that well just yet to tell her what they were into. Kim continued to look around in awe.
Damn, I just might have hit the jackpot
, she said to herself.

“Take your shoes off and get comfortable; I’ll get us more drinks!” Carmen said, as she walked into her dining room to grab a bottle of Patron out of her huge French marble and glass China cabinet. She then walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of shot glasses before returning back into the living room. When she came back, Kim was looking at her family photos.

“Oh wow, is this you guys’ son!” she asked, smiling and looking at baby Shad.

“Yep! That’s my baby! Well, he’s not a baby anymore, but he’s still my baby,” Carmen said proudly.

“Awww, he’s so handsome, how old is he?!”

“He’s 15 now!” Carmen poured tequila into both shot glasses and handed one to Kim.

“Wow, you have a 15-year-old? I wouldn’t have never guessed that! You look damn good! How old are you?!” Kim asked with a raised brow.

Carmen chuckled. “I’m only 31, I’ll b 32 in a few months. I had him when I was 16,” Carmen confirmed.

The ladies threw their shots back. Carmen got up from the sofa and walked over to the stereo system to turn on some music. Soon as she turned it on, the voices of Trey Songz and Big Country King came blasting through the surround sound speakers.

“Girl, yo ass is jus the fattest, if I can I wanna grab it. I’m the man and you can have this, all I’m say in is you a bad bitch a bad bitch, girl yo ass is just the fattest.”

“Awwww shit, this my mufuckin jaaaam!” a tipsy Kim squealed as she stood up and began to twerk. Her ass looked like two midgets pillow fighting under her sundress, as she made each cheek jump up and down to the beat. She then stood on her tippy toes and bounced lightly up and down, causing her fat ass to clap. The way she worked it, you would’ve thought she was a stripper at Bottoms Up, instead of a sales clerk at Nordstrom. Carmen watched in awe as she continued to put on a show. She poured two more shots and walked over to Kim. She handed her one before she reaching out and placing her hand on Kim’s soft donk. She gently began to caress it as Kim slowed down and swayed her hips back and forth to take her shot.

“I see you got skills with this big muthafucka!” Carmen laughed and threw her shot back.

“I can do a lil sum sum!” she grinned devilishly. She then lifted up the back of her sundress, revealing her naked pretty round brown. She didn’t have on a lick of underwear. She bent over, revealing her beautifully shaved monkey from the back. She then placed her knees on her elbows and made her ass roll like some twenty fours while looking back at Carmen.

Carmen instantly became moist and her clit began to pulsate. She had never been with a woman physically, but she always fantasized about it in her head and Kim was the perfect candidate for her first experience. Carmen stepped closer to Kim. She extended her arm and began to split Kim’s pussy lips apart with her fingers. With the middle one, she started to softly caress her hard already soaked clit.

“Mmmmm…” Kim let out a seductive moan as she bit onto her bottom lip. She then stood and turned to face Carmen. She slipped the spaghetti straps of her sundress off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She didn’t have on a bra either. Her pretty perky C cup breast and protruding pierced nipples made Carmen mouth instantly start to water. Her body was so perfect, it made Carmen second guess if she wanted to get completely naked now. It wasn’t like she had a gross body, but she wasn’t as toned and her stomach wasn’t completely flat like Kim’s. She had always had a little pudge, and she never cared to work on it because Whack said he loved it and bitches would kill for a body like hers. But looking at Kim, she started to wonder if he was just telling her that because she was his.

Kim moved in closer and began to kiss Carmen on the lips. She could feel her spine quiver at the feel of her soft lips against hers. She loved everything about a woman, and from the first time she saw Carmen, she knew she had to have her. She slid her hand up under Carmen’s dress to her thigh and traveled up until she found her ocean wet love box. She then inserted her two middle fingers and slowly slid them in and out of her warmth. Carmen let out a soft moan as she propped one of her legs up on her all white French leather ottoman that matched her living room furniture. After a few minutes of fingering, Kim pulled her fingers out and seductively placed them into her mouth and sucked them bone dry.

“Oohwee that pussy taste good! It’s sweet! Lay down!” Kim whispered as she began to slide Carmen’s strapless dress down her body. She too didn’t sport any under garments. The sight of her pale yellow soft skin and caramelized hard nipples turned Kim on even more. Suddenly she had a different idea.

“Better yet, go lay on the kitchen counter,” she demanded. Carmen did as she was asked and headed towards the kitchen. Kim grabbed the fifth of Patron and followed behind her. When they made it to the kitchen, Carmen climbed up onto her king sized tan and white French marble island that sat in the middle of the kitchen. She positioned herself flat on her back with her leg spread like an eagle.

Kim began to pour Patron down Carmen’s stomach while at the same time, seductively sucking it off. Carmen moaned out in passion. The soft, warm, wet feeling of Kim’s lips and mouth gave her quivers. She had never experienced so much bliss, and Kim hadn’t even made it to her juice box. She traveled her tongue up Carmen’s tummy until she reached her arduous nipples. She then began to softly suck and nibble them, making circles around her areola with the tip of her tongue.

“Ooh shit!” seeped from Carmen’s mouth as she could feel herself about to burst just off of nipple play. She began to squirm out of ecstasy. Kim eased off of her nipples and walked around to the bottom of the counter. She grabbed Carmen by the ankles and aggressively yanked her down, until her booty hung off of the edge. She spread her legs far apart and positioned her knees upward, as if she was a gynecologist prepping Carmen for a pap. Looking at her heart beat pulsating pearl made Kim hunger for her even more. Before she knew it, she had her face smothered between Carmen’s thunder thick thighs giving her the thrill of her life. Carmen took a long gasp as she felt her spirit leave her body. She had experienced good oral from Whack, but he had nothing on Kim’s mouthpiece. After about three minutes off sloppy slurping and licking, Carmen began to shake as if she was having a seizure as she let herself go all inside of Kim’s mouth. She had never witnessed an orgasm so intense. She squirmed and wiggled with all her might trying to escape the lip lock Kim had on her pussy but to no avail, Kim kept feasting. Carmen felt like her head was going to pop off if she didn’t get free. All of a sudden, she felt a sensation she had never felt before. It almost felt as if she had to pee. Carmen began to scream and shake uncontrollably as clear fluids shot from her pussy like a fire hydrant.

“Ooooohhh my fuckin gooooosh! It’s sooooo fuckin good!” she cried out. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but she was loving every second of it. When Kim came up for air, her face was soggier than a bottom bun of a white castle burger from Carmen’s soak treasures. She snickered as she watched her lay there huffing in exhaustion. Carmen just laid there staring at the ceiling. She knew that this would become a regular hobby for them.