TRI-SEXUAL (9 page)

Mike called out my name. He looked around the store after he couldn’t spot me. “Damn I’m as good as busted” I said to myself. As I was walking up to him Rod stared me dead in my eyes. I was so scared I wanted to just ball up in a fetal position and cry. I didn’t want Rod to tell Mike about me. I couldn’t endure another one of those ass whooping’s. They were discussing the usual guy stuff money and pussy.

I could just see the hate in Rod’s eyes and the steam coming from the top of his head. Then something hit me that allowed me to loosen up. I realized that he wasn’t going to jeopardize his rap career or his rep in the streets to expose me. So I tossed my hair back and continued to shop. All the fear suddenly disappeared in that one moment of realization. I picked up the most expensive Gucci bag, Gucci heels, and Gucci glasses, handed the card over and was ready to go. I handed Mike my bags and walked past Rod like he didn’t exist. Then went into another store to shop some more.

After they finished their long drawn out conversation Mike caught up with me. He asked if I had gotten everything I wanted. Of course I wasn’t finished. Then out of nowhere he asked “Do you know that nigga from somewhere?” I felt a sense of panic for a brief second, but was quick on the draw. I answered back “No, why baby did he say knew me?”

“Nah, but by the way he was looking at you it seem like you and him have some type of history together” he replied. “I mean I’ve seen him on TV, but not other than that” I said. I was so happy that he just left it alone. I couldn’t come up with that many lies. We walked into Victoria Secret and Mike started picking up all kind of shit he wanted to see me in. We shopped until my feet were tired, dined at Carpaccio’s, and then went back to his crib.

When we walked in the house he was nice and ready. He hadn’t fucked me in a minute. It was daylight so I wasn’t even trying to go there with him. It was hard for me to tell him no after he had been being so nice to me, but I had no other choice. I knew I wouldn’t have been able to hide my package. He told me to take off all of my clothes. I had to tell that nigga that my period had just come on. I said I was cramping really bad so he would give me a pass.

“As bad as I want to fuck you boo I need to go and get me some stick-ups, Midol pills, tea, and lay down. I’ll come over when I’m feeling better ok daddy. Thanks for everything boo” I said. I walked over to kiss him then turned and left for home. He said “Alright cool just get at me.” I was relieved that I was saved yet another day.

I went home and mixed me up some Daiquiris. Once I was tipsy I started feeling the urge to go out. I put on my Versace dress, Versace pumps, and Versace shades. I put on my model strut and was on my way. I hopped in my Lexus Coupe let my top back so that my hair could blow in the wind as I switched lanes. I pulled up to this Lo-key spot where all the ballers and upper class men were known to be seen.

I was out looking for a new victim because I was getting too close to getting caught. It was time to let his ass go and find another one. I hated to have to end it, but not more than I would hate for that nigga to beat me to death or shoot me in the head. I walked in there and the center of attention I was. Damn I love being me is all I could say.

I was standing at the bar and within 60 seconds I was offered drinks from about three or four men. I had just shaken off those fleas when I was approached by somebody’s husband. He was a clean cut business man in an Armani suit. He was very handsome. He was far from my type of thug and all, but I said maybe I should explore other avenues. I decided to see what he was about.

“May I purchase you a drink?” he asked. “I think I’m good on the drinks, but you can buy me whatever you’d like” I replied. He laughed and so did I although I was dead ass serious. He told me his name was Tim and how beautiful I was, but I already knew that so compliments didn’t impress me. “Blah… blah…blah…” was all I heard until he said “I have a 1.5 million dollar yacht would you like to accompany me for a private cruise?”

I was about to make my move when out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike walking in. I spilled my drink all over Tim trying to get the hell out of there. Damn I was hoping that he didn’t see me, but from the way Tim screamed wait I’m sure it made him look in my direction. Out of all the times I’ve been rolling with him he never went there now when I’m ducking his ass he want to be in the spot. I’m thinking maybe he could’ve followed me there.

On my way out I flew past a group of transvestites. It had to be about five of them. You know I had my gaydar on. I could spot one a thousand miles away. I didn’t have time to process it being as though I was too busy trying to escape. What the fuck was Mike doing there? I was going to figure that one out later. I know that when they roll like that they were plotting on a scheme of some kind.

I wondered if the men knew that those were a group of dicks. That was a question I was planning on getting answered at a later date. Those motherfuckers were blowing my cover all half stepping and shit. They needed to step their surgery game up before they thought about going out browsing. I hopped in my car and started racing down the streets. I was flying down the interstate paranoid. I was watching my rear and side view mirrors making sure that he wasn’t following behind me.

He started blowing up my phone. I knew I couldn’t answer because he would be able to tell where I was by my background noise. Once I made it home I said damn this nigga had to see me otherwise what made him decide to call. What am I going to say to him? I asked myself. I thought about playing sleep, but just ignored it instead.

He fucked up my night. I was looking for his replacement. I can’t keep going through this shit living on edge like this. After spending so much time with him I grew accustomed to his ways. I was really feeling him, but I knew I had to let him go.

Waking up the next morning I saw he had called me all night. I’m like damn did he even go to sleep at all? I was going to call him back, but hey whatever I figured he’d be ok. For the next few days he called and called. I was trying to come up with a way to dismiss him smoothly without any conflict.

When night fall came I finally answered his call. He screamed into the phone. “Where the fuck you been? I know you not thinking about cutting me off” he said. I had to grab on my balls “First of all I told you that I wasn’t feeling well. I needed time to recuperate” I said. He said “Get your ass over here now and that means right now” then hung up the phone in my face.

I thought well damn what happened to the nice Mike. That old nigga had just come back out on the surface. He sounded like he was ten times past angry. I knew I shouldn’t have gone while he was in that type of mood, but I also knew the longer I waited the worse it would be. I couldn’t hide forever.

On the way over I prepared myself for the worse .Once I got there the house was empty and that was strange. I didn’t pay it any mind. He opened the door before I could get out of the car and get to the door good. He started questioning me first quarter “I know I didn’t see you up in the club the other night” he stated. I put on my puppy dog face “I was home sleep and cramping Mike” I said.

“Don’t give me that shit get your ass in that room. I bought that lingerie shit now I want to see you in it” he demanded. I left it at home baby I replied. “I went and bought this today now go and put it on” said Mike. I grabbed the shit mad that I didn’t have the heart to just tell him that I wanted to end it. I just knew that this would be the night that everything would hit the fan. I started having premonitions of a vicious beating. I went into the restroom to freshen up, tuck, and put on this damn lingerie.

I looked into the mirror and debated on just not going through with it. I remembered that we were alone. I felt like I wouldn’t make it out of there alive. He was being real impatient. He turned the knob on the bathroom door while my dick was still hanging. Luckily I had locked it behind me. “Why you locking doors?” He asked. I’m coming baby just relax I said. I should’ve just told him that I had a yeast infection or some shit. I could’ve dodged him then dumped him ass over the phone. Then I wouldn’t have been in this damn position. Now I want to think of this bright idea when it’s too late. I hoped to just make it through one more night.

The room was partially lit, but the outline of my curves was highly visible. I started moving my body seductively to the music playing in my head. Mike lay in bed and watched me perform. “Come get on top of me” he demanded. I instructed him not to touch me. I was praying that my dick didn’t fall out and hit him in the face (ha…ha…ha…ha). “What’s funny?” he asked. Nothing babe why you tripping I replied. Let me stop because I know if that shit was to happen I would be far from laughing.

He tried grabbing my breasts and ass, but I slapped his hands away every time. Suddenly he grabbed my thongs and ripped them completely off of my body. I jumped up from on top of him and covered myself with the sheets. He flipped on the light switch and I was so petrified. He then started walking over to me. “Why are you covered up?” He asked. “Why did you turn on the light?” I asked. “Because I want to see that sexy body” he replied.

I turned and tried to run to safety because I knew this was the moment of truth. I tried to get the hell out of there only I wasn’t fast enough. He came storming behind me fast. He swept me up in his arms and carried me back to the room. I kicked and screamed trying to break loose. He laid me down on the bed and snatched the sheets from around me.

He looked directly at my dick with the look of total shock on his face. I balled it up in my hands and charged towards the door in my second attempt to save my life. He said “Bitch where the fuck you think you going?” He took a fist full of my hair and threw me face first burying it into the mattress. I screamed “No…please…I’m sorry Mike…please don’t kill me Mike” I begged.

I tried to break free, but he overpowered me by far. He ignored my cries and continued to shove my face down into the mattress. The only thing that was going through my mind was that beating from Rod I just barely survived. I could still taste the blood in my mouth at times. He pinned me down to where I couldn’t even move. I had allowed myself to fall back into this position once again shame on me.

He placed his forearm into the back of my neck. I felt like I was about to suffocate. My screams drowned into the pillow. I wasn’t going down without a fight, but that nigga was too big and strong I was no match. He flipped me around and onto my back. I put my hands up to my face. I was so tense and paralyzed. I couldn’t even tell if he had started hitting me or not.

I opened up my eyes to find him with my dick in his hands. He was fondling it. I was like bring it back now what the fuck is going on. I had to make sure that he hadn’t knocked me out and that I wasn’t dreaming. I rubbed my face and looked at my hands to make sure that I wasn’t bleeding or that my face wasn’t swollen. I was straight not a single drop of blood or disfigurement of any kind. I was still a little skeptical so I didn’t say anything.

He then started to lick his tongue across the head of my cock. That shit was turning me on to see his gangsta ass down there sucking my dick. The more he took in his mouth the harder I became. I wanted to grab his head so bad. It’s been so long since I’ve had my dick sucked. I knew I kept it for a reason. He was sucking my shit like it wasn’t his first time with a dick in his mouth. He even knew what to do with my balls.

My eyes were rolling in the back of my head. It was getting too good. I couldn’t contain the screams. I started telling him “Suck it, suck it.” I said fuck it I grabbed his head and he went in going hard on my dick. He had me feeling like I was sucking my own dick it was so good. I wanted to tell him to back up and give me a minute to calm down because I was so overly excited.

I shot cum all in that nigga mouth and that felt better than the head itself. I watched him swallow my cum. That sight and feeling was enough to get my dick back hard instantly. I still was unable to look him in the eye. I was feeling so damn good I wondered if this is how it feels right before you die.

“Get up” he said with his deep voice leaving chill bumps on my skin. I jumped up in a hurry. I said in my head if I’m going to die tonight I might as well go out with one last nut. I did as he instructed. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed waiting on my next instruction. He got on all fours and insisted that I fuck him. I know this nigga didn’t just ask me what I think he did. I hadn’t fucked anyone in so long. I didn’t think I even knew what I was doing.

He grabbed the KY jelly and squirted it into his asshole “Hurry up” he said in an aggressive manner. I grabbed my dick into my hand still timid, got behind him, and worked my cock inside his tight ass. He tensed up then as I went in and out a few times he started to loosen up. Once he adjusted to it he started to demand me to go faster and faster.

I thought to myself I’m too damn fine to be fucking this nigga. I’m a Diva what this look like. The tightness of his ass around my dick started feeling better and better. Then I got more and more into it. I started to get my rhythm going and let it all go. He smothered his face into the pillow as I relaxed and let my dick do all the work.

He was groaning and moaning louder than me. I reached my hand around him and wrapped it around his dick. I pumped it while I fucked him deeper and harder. When that nigga started screaming to the top of his lungs I knew he was about bust that nut. I tightened my grip on his dick and increased my speed in that ass. His cum came shooting out, he tried to break loose, but I wasn’t about to stop until I got me another one.