The Score (10 page)

I squinted my eyes into dashes and my nostrils flared. Now she was rubbing me the wrong way. I didn't like to be threatened. This was the second time Yancy had hurled threats at me and at Lauren.

“A'ight, your time is up. Go the fuck home. I'll see you in twenty-four hours,” I said through my teeth. Then I ushered that bitch to the door. Before she left she turned to me with fire flashing in her eyes.

“Don't fuck with me, Matt. I'm not who you think I am. You have no idea what I am capable of. I'm not that little prissy bitch you got back there,” Yancy said with a lot of feeling. She had this crazy strange look on her face.

“Yo, get the fuck out of here, man. I said I would contact you tomorrow. But if you keep threatening me you won't hear from my ass at all,” I spat. I slammed the door right in her face. I should've known right then and there that I had gotten in bed with the fucking devil. Her pussy was good as fuck. But she was fucked up in the head. As much as she thought that I wouldn't seriously hurt her, she was wrong. My alliance was with Lauren. Yancy needed to understand that, but I knew it was a long shot. This situation might finally get me to change my ways. I was starting to think I'd never fuck with another dingy-ass chick again behind Lauren's back. I was now seeing that it wasn't worth it.

LAUREN

M
att tried all night to be up my ass and make everything all good. He was all “baby” this and “baby” that. “You a'ight, baby. You need anything, baby?” Matt was being the perfect gentleman all of a sudden. I probably could've gotten him to eat my shit if I'd ask him. But I was tired of being phony with him too.

I could tell by how guilty he was acting that he thought I might know something about his little affair with Yancy. I kept my mouth shut, though. I couldn't let him screw up my plans. I was so very close to executing it flawlessly. All I needed at that point was a few more hours. I would be a rich woman. Just thinking about having that much money had lightened my mood. Being around Matt suddenly became bearable. I guess that's the light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel thing people always referred to that allowed them to get through tough situations.

Matt and I had fun together counting the cash without that bitch Yancy. “We should lay it all out on the bed and fuck on top of it,” Matt had joked. I can't front, I thought about doing that ghetto shit too.

“Nah. Let's lock it up and get some rest,” I had told him instead. Matt took the cash and locked it in the built-in wall safe he had installed last year. It was one of those times when he thought he was “getting back into the game” so he needed a safe to secure the money he hadn't made yet. As usual that shit never panned out. I was happy now that we had the safe, though.

Matt and I had both agreed that we'd get together in the morning, count out everyone's share, and take things from there.

“Yo, life is going to be fuckin' great for us from now on. We won't ever have to use another bootleg credit card or scam another bogus check again,” Matt said to me. I had just smiled at him with a phony loving face and nodded my agreement. Matt seemed to trust that we were on the same page, which is exactly what I needed him to do. It gave me great satisfaction that Matt thought I was the one in the dark about his affair, when in fact, he was really the one in the dark. When he found out what I had planned for him he was going to see just how dark shit could really get.

“To us and the fact that we constantly land on our feet when it comes to these come-ups,” I made a toast, handing Matt a special glass of coconut Cîroc and pineapple juice—the ghetto champagne. He was amused. He took his glass and held it up.

“Word. To having the smartest chick in the game and the most loyal chick in the game. To the good life to come and to watching a nigga get back on his feet,” Matt professed, raising his glass and clinking it against mine. We smiled at each other. I guess you could say we were smiling for different reasons. Matt, because he thought shit was perfect and me, because I knew my plan was perfect. So far, things had played out just like I thought they would.

I took a little sip of my drink but Matt downed his with one gulp. I gladly poured him about three more and watched him take all of them to the head. A woman who didn't know their man's favorite drink was useless.

“C'mere, girl. I fucking missed you. We been so focused on making money I ain't been giving you this good ol' dick,” Matt slurred, grabbing me and pulling me into him. At first I felt funny letting him, but I had to remember to put my actress hat on.
This is all for the bigger picture, Lauren. In a few hours none of this shit won't even matter when you're counting that paper,
I told myself. I guess that was how prostitutes got through the agony of fucking tricks.

Matt couldn't keep his hands off of me. That's how it used to be for us back in the days. Matt and I would spend three and four days straight in the house just fucking, sleeping, eating, and fucking some more.

“Damn. Where you been, girl?” Matt whispered into the skin of my neck. “You been hiding this pussy from Daddy, huh? Where you been hiding this pussy at?” Matt garbled his words.

A cold feeling shot down my spine.
No, nigga, where you been? Up in Yancy's pussy, that's where!
I screamed in my head. I let out a phony giggle to keep from saying what I was thinking. The thoughts were keeping me from getting into the act of having sex with him. But, just like that, the scent of Matt's cologne, the heat of his breath on my neck, and the yearning in between my legs helped me decide that since I knew this was the last piece of dick I might get for a while I was going to enjoy it. Besides, I still felt like Matt's dick belonged to me.

“You ready for this shit,” Matt panted as he pulled the crotch of my panties to the side. His touch was like electricity against my skin.

“Mmm. Hmmm,” I moaned as Matt's fingers began exploring the soft folds of my pussy. I shifted my waist until I felt his fingers dip inside of me. He finger-fucked me until I was begging him for more. Matt moved lower and lower. I was ready for the real deal.

“Give it to me,” I panted gruffly.

“You sure,” Matt whispered. He moved his hot breath over my mound, which sent a shockwave of sparks down my spine.

I placed one of my hands on each side of his head and guided his face. Matt took the hint and buried his face between my legs. I moved my ass to the very edge of our bed until it was almost suspended in the air. I wanted to make sure nothing came between my pussy and Matt's mouth.

“Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Feed it to me,” Matt wheezed as I gyrated my hips slightly. I had my legs bent but was standing on my tiptoes so the muscles in my calves were burning but I would not let him stop. Matt took great care slowly and gently parting my labia with his hands first, then with his warm, wet, lizard-long tongue.

“Sllll. Yes. Oh yes. Lick it. Right there,” I hissed, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. My head was spinning with all sorts of thoughts. Maybe I didn't want to leave Matt after all. Maybe I could forgive him again for the one hundredth time. Maybe he did love me. Maybe it was only one time with Yancy. Good loving could make a woman forget a lot of shit. I had forgotten how well Matt ate pussy. I could barely keep my composure, it felt so good.

Matt blew on my wet clit, then flicked his tongue over it roughly, then blew on it again. “Oh God!” I huffed, grabbing on to his ears. I was moving my pussy over his face and the pressure on my clit was driving me wild.

Matt began flicking his tongue and using it to put pressure on my love button. Short bursts of electricity traveled from my clit to my ass. I knew what that meant.

“Oh shit!” I screamed out. I was on the brink. That shit drove me wild and made me thrust my pelvis forward toward Matt's mouth even harder and faster. When I did that Matt took that as his signal that I wanted to be tongue-fucked. He extended that God-given thick, long tongue and darted it in and out of my dripping wet hole. My legs trembled so fiercely it rocked my entire body.

“Oh Matt. Don't stop. Please, I need it. Don't stop,” I pleaded. I knew I was about to bust all over Matt's face and in his mouth.

“I'm about to . . .” I started but suddenly I lost my words.

“What?” Matt mumbled as he ate me out like I was his last meal.

“I . . . I . . . I'm . . .” I stuttered, unable to get the sentence out.

“Mmmm. Mmmmm.” My moans and groans seemed to make Matt more and more excited by the minute. He was going crazy now. He licked and sucked my pussy with the expertise of a porn star. I could feel the climax welling up in my loins. This was going to be one of the biggest cums I had ever experienced with Matt. It was a mixed bag of emotions for me. I let go of Matt's ears and clutched two fistfuls of the bedsheets.

“Here it comes!” I yelled out. “Here it comes!”

“Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhh,” I screamed as I busted my nut. I could feel my juices escaping my body onto Matt's lips and chin. His face was soaking wet. I opened my eyes so I could look at him. He smiled at me and then licked all of my love juice off of his lips.

“Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about. I love it when you cum right in my mouth,” he whispered. Then he put his fingers in his mouth and licked my juices off of them, too. That shit drove me wild. For a minute it was like old times between us. That seemingly symbiotic connection, the fidelity, the friendship, and just pure love that we used to share seemed to come back for one fleeting moment. I felt like I was in love with Matt all over again. I felt like I had never found out that he'd hurt me in the worst way. Suddenly, I was that little, naïve girl who had fallen for the bad-boy hustler all over again. Tears welled up in my eyes because although I was lost in ecstasy, reality was right at the corner of my mind telling me shit wasn't ever going to be like it was back then.

“Now, let me get mine,” Matt said sweetly. He stood up in front of me and pulled out his thick, long, chocolate love tool.
Damn!
I cheered in my head. That thing was still as beautiful as ever. I licked my lips just looking at it. Then, like a jolt of lightning something hit me. Just that fast Yancy came into my mind. Yancy had enjoyed that fine specimen of a penis. It was supposed to be mine! Suddenly I grew angry. I turned my face to the side so Matt couldn't see the tears draining from my eyes. I didn't stop him, though.

Matt was oblivious as he climbed on top of me. I couldn't connect with him anymore after my mind started playing tricks on me. I made noises but clearly I wasn't into it. I just lay there stiff as a board and let him get his rocks off because I knew it wouldn't be long before it was all finally over. Matt never noticed that I wasn't into the sex or into him, for that matter. Like always, he was clueless to my feelings. Matt rolled off of me and flopped onto the bed on his back. He was mumbling something to me one minute, the next minute there was silence. The mixture of a good nut and the liquor he had consumed had Matt knocked out in no time. I lay there for a few minutes until I couldn't fight my sleep any longer.

* * *

A few hours later, I shifted in our bed and moved my body away from Matt's. I opened my eyes in the dark and squinted to see the cable box across the room. The bright red numbers read 3:30 AM. My head felt a little wavy from the drinks I'd had earlier. Plus, I was exhausted from everything that had happened.

I closed my eyes back for a few seconds trying to stave off the slight throbbing at my temples.
Damn!
I cursed to myself, opening my eyes again. I had to get up now or else. I was slipping. I had definitely overslept. The music was still playing lightly in the background. The burnt smell of the faded candles Matt and I had lit during our lovemaking still lingered in the air. I told myself it was time. I knew it was now or never. There was no getting weak this time. I had to stay on track with my plan or else I'd never get another opportunity like this one.

I slowly slid up onto my elbow and peeked over at Matt again. That nigga wasn't just asleep, he was in a dead sleep. I watched him for a few seconds to make one hundred percent sure.

I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and said a quick silent prayer. I knew that I was taking a chance. I reached over and shook Matt gently at first. I told myself that the worst that could happen was he'd wake up and I'd lie and say I was waking him up for some more dick. He didn't budge from the first shake. I shook him a second time, this time a little more vigorously. Matt didn't move at all. I was confident then that he was truly out cold. Since the police raid Matt hadn't really been a solid sleeper so any little thing would wake him up. He often awoke during the night to make sure the house was quiet and safe. Any little noise in the night would also wake him up and have him reaching for his gun. I would have to be careful now.

“Matt,” I whispered his name softly, and shook him again for the last time. “You awake, baby?” Not a budge.

He was still but for his chest rising and falling. A wave of excitement mixed with the craziest dose of fear I'd ever felt came over me until I was shaking a little bit.

Yes! It fucking worked!
I screamed in my head. I loved when a well-laid plan worked out for the good. I bit down into my bottom lip nervously and eased myself out of the bed. Now it was time for me to move swiftly and thoroughly. I didn't trust a soul so I still couldn't be sure whether or not Matt was playing like he was knocked out or if my cocktail of crushed Ambien and Cîroc had really worked like a charm. It seemed to be the latter because Matt was sprawled out on our bed, limp dick lying on his thigh, mouth hanging open, snoring like a bear. He looked so vulnerable at that moment. If I was a real vengeful bitch I could've caused him some bodily harm like slicing little cuts into his dick since he liked to share that shit with bitches all of the time. Or, I could've tied him to the bed so that when he woke up he'd be stuck there for days or even months before anyone could find him. It would take Yancy busting down the door like a superhero to save him. I mean that would be the only way someone would find him since we didn't usually have visitors at our house and not too many people knew where we lived since Matt was paranoid about people knowing.

I had a million wicked thoughts going through my head, but I decided not to carry them out. What I was about to do was enough of a “fuck you” to send the message.

I crept over to my treadmill where I had laid my stuff out from the night before without Matt even noticing. That's how stupid he was because if the tables were turned I would've noticed if he had an outfit perfectly laid out like he was planning on going somewhere. Not Matt, he was just so sure that the little dumb Lauren Kelly he had met back in the days would just always be here taking his bullshit.

I took one last look at him to make sure he was still knocked out. I shook my head in disgust.
What a waste of a man. I thought you would always take care of me. You made so many promises that you couldn't keep that I stopped counting. I hope you know that none of this is my fault; this is all your fault. Karma is a bitch,
I said in my head as I shook it from side to side.