Stripping Asjiah I (7 page)

“Whatever, man. Get away from my whip before my girl come out here and beat yo ass.” Shooing her away, CJ kept playing with his stereo.

“Ain’t nobody scared of your lil’ half-breed. And besides, you and I both know you’ll find your way back in my bed.” Finishing off the lollipop Corey bent over and checked herself in the mirror. “You always do.”

“Yo, what the fuck is going on out here? I leave for 15 minutes and you got this thirsty bitch drooling all over yo whip?” I dropped my bag and started wrapping my ponytail in a bun.

“Oh look CJ here’s ya lil’ white girl now.” Corey stood up placing her hands on her hips as if my presence didn’t faze her.
“I got yo muthafuckin white girl bitch!”
Sensing that something was about to jump off, CJ got out the car and intervened before I got too close to Corey.

“Aww, how cute. You better grab that bitch up CJ before she gets her ass beat. When you ready to fuck with a real woman instead of that little guinea brat you got, get at me.” Corey straightened her skirt and walked back towards the school.

Thinking that things had died down, CJ loosened his grip on my arm. In an instant I ran up the stairs and pounced on Corey.
“CJ get this bitch off me!”

I lost it. Between blows to the face I had her weave wrapped up in my hand and was pounding her head against the stairs. Steve must’ve heard Corey yelling because the door swung open and I felt him lift me off the ground.

“Bitch I told you I was gone get in that ass! I told you to stay the fuck away from him!” Kicking I was trying my best to get out of Steve’s grasp. Struggling to stand Corey managed to regain her balance thanks to Tony the other security guard.

“CJ tell her where you were the other night! Tell her!” Corey was still trying to get herself together as she stood behind Tony yelling. Her face was bloody and covered in dirt and most of her tracks had been pulled out.

Steve had finally put me down allowing me to face CJ. “What the fuck is she talking about? Tell me what?” I could see it in his face but he wouldn’t say anything.

Wiping blood from her lip Corey continued talking shit. “Tell her you were getting ya dick sucked! You maybe his girl during the day but he’s all mine behind closed doors. He wants someone who knows how to throw that shit back at him and I was his quarterback last night!” Twisting her hips she made motions as if she was hula-hooping.

“You were supposed to go to dinner right? Olive Garden? Well I guess he wanted a little dessert first!”

I don’t remember running up the stairs, I think I blacked out for a second. I managed to get past Tony and punch Corey in the face. I was about to hit her again until I felt CJ’s arms around my waist.

“Babe, don’t listen to her. She is lying!” CJ practically threw me in the car, locking the doors before I had a chance to jump on her again.

“What the fuck is she talking about CJ? You were letting this bitch deep throat yo shit at the same time that I was getting raped?” I slapped him causing him to lose control of the wheel making the car swerve slightly as he pulled out the parking lot.

“You’re fucking her Christian? I was getting raped and you were fucking her? Tell me something, was it good?” I mushed his head against the window as tears filled my eyes. “Take me home! Let me out this fucking car or take me home!” I was yanking on the door trying to get out the car but every time I would get the door unlocked he would lock it again.

“Don’t put your hands on me Asjiah.”

“Or what, what you gone do about it?” I slapped him again daring him to touch me. “Put your muthafucking hands on me if you want to and see what happens! I told you to take me home!”

Trying to keep cool CJ kept driving. “A’, I told you she’s lying. You already know that Corey be hating on us cause she mad I broke up with her. You my baby and you know that. I wouldn’t do that to you. I told you I got caught up in some things and that’s why I was late the other night.”

“What the fuck ever nigga. You got caught up cause that bitch had yo’ nuts in her mouth! You should’ve let my aunt check yo shit out when we were at the clinic! Trifling ass. She probably gave you something. You know that bitch loose and you still fucked with her. How the fuck is she lying and she knew where we were going?” I was running out of breath as I talked a mile a minute.

“This makes perfect sense now; the first two times I called you it rang and then went to voice mail, then the third time I called you it went directly to voice mail. “You were ignoring my calls for this bitch? I don’t believe you! I’ll wait for you babe. You’re all I want babe. I love you babe.”

In between mocking him I started to cry. I don’t know if it was a combination of what happened the other day or because I had just found out about him and Corey. Before he could park the car, I jumped out.

“I fucking hate you! I don’t believe I’ve been so naïve, so stupid. I believed everything you said to me! I have been nothing but faithful to you. Nothing but loyal to you since day one and this is how you fucking repay me? I knew I should’ve listened to Angel when he told me you were still fucking with her ass but no. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, I trusted you and the shit came back and bit me in my ass! I thought you would want to be with someone who hasn’t been run thru like Grand Central Station but no! You want to go let this stank ass bitch suck yo’ dick; that’s why she was leaning all in yo’ fucking car. You know what? Fuck you and that bitch! Take me home!”

The entire time I had been yelling CJ was leaning on the car door staring at me. I couldn’t tell if he was ignoring me or actually listening. Cool as a fan he closed the door, grabbed my hands before I could hit him again and started shaking me.

“Look, I told you I wasn’t fucking her! I told you that hoe was lying and she wasn’t sucking my dick! You believe that bitch if you want to but I’m standing here with you. If I cared about that hoe then I would’ve stopped you from beating her ass! I don’t give a fuck about her!”

Hoping that she would believe him, CJ kept lying. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself that last night didn’t really happen.

“She wants to get you mad just so she can get a reaction out of you and you feed into that shit every time. The only reason she knew where we were going is because I was handling some shit with her peoples before I came back up the way and dude probably went back to her running his mouth. If you want to believe her; fuck you and fuck her too!” CJ let me go, smoothed my hair and fixed my shirt. He had never yelled at me like that or shook me before. He tilted my chin and leaned in to kiss me.

Before our lips could touch I slapped him again. “Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid? YOU FUCKED HER CJ. You fucked her, and let her suck yo dick. The entire time I was laying there while this nigga raped me I was thinking that you would walk through the door and save me; little did I know you were down in the Valley getting your shit off with this whore. Or did you fuck her in your own bed? You know what I don’t even want to know! Don’t fucking call me anymore, this shit is over! You better hope I don’t send Angel over here to beat yo ass!” Furious I began walking down the driveway and up the street.

“Where do you think you’re going? What? Are you going to walk home now? Don’t be childish Asjiah, let me take you home.” Running behind me CJ put his hands around my waist in an attempt to slow me down.

“Didn’t I tell you not to fucking touch me? I gave you the opportunity to take me home when we were in the car but you didn’t want to so I’m going to go up here to this RTA stop, wait for the bus and gladly pay my $1.25 so I can get the fuck away from you!”

“Asjiah just come in the house for a minute until you calm down.”

“Why are you still talking to me?” I turned around to face him so he could see the tears running down my cheeks. “I’m going to tell you one last time, and then I’m calling my brother, get-the-fuck-away-from-me!”

“Whatever, I don’t have time for this shit! You know what, I did fuck Corey! Maybe if you stop being so tight I wouldn’t have to cheat on you!” CJ pulled his hat so it was sitting low over his eyes deflecting my stare.

“Thank you. Thank you for finally being honest.” Turning away from him I continued walking down the street.
*****
“What’s up pretty girl?”
Lost in thought I looked up to see this brown-skinned dude with chestnut eyes and a Colgate smile staring back at me. “Hi Money.”

“Damn that shit was dry as hell; I know you can do better than that.” Chuckling he commented on my lack of enthusiasm as he tried to make me smile. “Where yo man at?

Does he know you’re out here waiting for the RTA?”
“I really don’t give a fuck what he knows.”
“It’s too hot for you to be standing out here baby girl, let me take you home.” Money reached across the seat and opened the door to the Camry. Still mad at CJ I didn’t really want to catch the bus, and it was hot as hell outside so I accepted his offer.

“So what’s good Ms. Asjiah?” Money wet his lips with his tongue and glanced at me out the corner of his eye. “Do you have to go straight home or can I spend a little time with you first?”

Still dressed in the RocaWear suit I had on the day before I took off my jacket revealing a low cut tank top that barely covered my chest. “You can do whatever you want to do.”

Money’s eyes rested on my breasts as he smiled. “Are you sure about that?”
Punching him lightly in the arm I laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that.” “There we go, I knew you could smile.”

ChApTER NINE

“Damn Stacey shit!” Angel looked down at his girl as she made his dick disappear and reappear like some kinky magic trick.
Stacey made a popping noise as she took his dick out her mouth. “You like that daddy?”
“Hell yeah, now shut up and keep sucking that shit!”
Stacey placed both of her hands around Angel’s shaft and began moving them in a counterclockwise motion.
“Oh shit!” Angel grabbed her shoulders as he let himself go inside Stacey’s mouth.
“Good girl.”

Helping her off the floor Angel kissed her on the cheek and playfully slapped her on the ass as she walked out the bedroom. Reaching for his cell he checked the time. 3:30 p.m. He needed to get dressed and start his day. He had to make a run with Caleb and Gabriel to meet his connect in Chicago.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Entering the room Stacey began to strip.

At fifteen she had the body of a 25 year old woman. Light-skinned, brown almond-shaped eyes, and shoulder length hair, Stacey was cute. Her ass was a little flat but the weight she carried in the front made up for that in the shape of perfect D-cup breasts.

“Come on ma. I gotta go handle some things. I can’t stay cooped up in here with you all day.”
“You don’t want to play with me anymore daddy?” Stopping in front of Angel, Stacey bent over and grabbed her ankles.
“Shit. Don’t do that to me. I told you I gotta go.”
Reaching between her legs she placed two of her fingers into her moist slit. “But daddy it’s still wet.”

Angel undid his jeans allowing them to drop to the floor once again. “Well since you said it like that…”

“Ooh…” Stacey steadied herself as Angel entered her. Whatever he had to do would have to wait until she was fully satisfied.

ChApTER TEN

Money ended up taking me over on 131st to Coneheads to get some ice cream. We had a couple of classes together but I never really paid him much attention. I tried not to talk to the guys I went to school with because I didn’t want everybody in my business but Money seemed different. He wasn’t immature and ill-mannered like most kids our age but he did hustle for my brother so I tried to avoid him.

“So what’s your favorite flavor?” Money looked up at the board displaying the different assortments of ice cream.
“My brother and I used to come over here all the time when we lived on 112th and get polish boys.”

“Is that what you want?”
“Nah, I’d rather have something that’s going to cool me off.” “I told you I can take care of that for you.”
“Here you go again.” Smiling I ordered a pineapple sundae. “Um, let me get some Italian Ice.”

“So what you mixed with?” Sitting at one of the tables Money stared at me as he ate a spoonful of the frozen ice.

“What makes you think I’m mixed?”
“C’mon ma, what black girl do you know that has blue eyes? And I don’t mean those weird contact shits either. I mean you mad pretty, you got this island thing jumping off so I was just wondering.”

“I’m Italian and black.”
“No shit, for real? I guess I picked the right flavor after all.” Money winked at me as we continued to talk.

After we left Coneheads we went back to his place which was over on 138th in Miles. I hope he didn’t think he was about to get no ass. Ice cream was cool or what not but not enough to make me give up the coochie.

“Do you want something to drink?”
“I’m good, thanks.”

Opening the front door Money disappeared into the house. He came back out wearing basketball shorts and a wife beater. I tried not to stare too hard at him but he was cut. His stomach was nice and flat and his abs clung to his shirt showing off a perfect six pack. He had a tattoo on the side of his neck which took his sexiness to another level displaying his nickname in script.