A Trap King's Wife 1 (3 page)

              I gave her an ice grill, and she went back in the kitchen. I went to the bedroom and stripped down to my boxers and turned on the game. She came in the room a couple minutes later with chicken, broccoli and corn bread. I was going to ask her where the rest of the meal was, but decided to ignore it. I ate the food, drank the soda and lay back with my hands behind my head. She closed and locked the door and crawled on the bed. She released my dick from my pants and lowered her mouth onto it. Despite how I felt about Kaysha, she gave some of the best head, ever.

              She licked the tip and opened her mouth wide, and swallowed my shit whole. I had to sit up because that shit had me gone. I grabbed her head and roughly fucked her face. She was still slurping and playing with my balls like it wasn’t nothing. I felt myself about to nut so I lifted her face. I let my shit go all over her face and she sucked the remaining off.  She got undressed, sucked my shit until it was hard again, and straddled it. While she rode me and called out how much she loved me, and wanted to have all my babies, I was focused on the game, on the TV. She clenched those pussy muscles together and I felt myself about to nut. I held her hips and quickly threw her off me. I realized what I was about to do and had to snap out of it.

              We didn’t have no condom on and I wasn’t about to give her another one of my seeds. She got on her knees and sucked all my cum out the tip of my dick. When she was finished, she laid on her back and inserted her fingers into her pussy and tried to get hers off. I felt bad because I had come twice, so I stroked my dick a few times and entered her and started giving her earth shattering strokes. She kept flicking her nipple piercing, which was turning me on. I flipped her over and entered her ass hard and she gasped. I felt her body shaking and her cream ooze out onto my dick. For the third time, she sucked my dick until I came again.

              She got up and got a wash cloth and wiped my shit down. I got under the covers and turned over. It was already 8:30. She plopped down on the bed and started kissing me face and rubbing my head.

              “Kay, what the fuck you doing?”

              “Babe, I needed that fucking. You put it down,” She cooed, and kissed me.

              “Kay, what I tell you about that babe shit? Knock that shit the fuck off. We aint together. I don’t want you confusing my son with that shit!” I barked and turned over.

              “So you can fuck me, make me cook for you and got clothes in my closet but we not together. You giving me mixed signals and you can’t even front like you aren’t.” She started crying.

              “You already know what it is. Don’t trip tonight. What time you going out?”

              “In an hour.”

              “You need bread?” I asked, knowing that would shut her the fuck up.

              “Of course. Money is always needed,” She stopped her crocodile tears quick.

              “Go in my pocket and take some money.”

              She got off the bed and went into my pocket. “Thanks, Jae. I took two thousand. I’ll wake you before I leave,” She called out and closed the room door.

              “Greedy ass,” I yawned and closed my eyes. She had drained my ass with her good head and bomb ass pussy. I needed my energy to turn up tonight.

              I sat at the kitchen table at my mother’s house with my face in my hands. I was listening to Dyron’s sister, Bre, go on and on about me getting out of Jaeshawn’s car. First of all, she wasn’t my sister and I could get out the damn pope’s car if I wanted. Dyron wouldn’t be out of prison for ten years, and I had to do all this alone. I had to raise two babies on my own and he wouldn’t be able to help with them, until they were about ten years old.  Bre always had the most shit to say, but when it came to helping with her nieces, she was always ghost.

              “Bre, leave me alone before I go off. I had a long ass day and I don’t want to hear the shit. I have to work and unless you going to do my shift, you need to shut the fuck up!” I yelled, startling my daughter.

              “Whatever, Tiara. Watch when I tell Dyron. He’s going to have your head,” She waved me off.

              “What the hell is he going to do? Ignore my letters? Ignore my calls? Exactly, he didn’t give a shit when he decided to decline the two years and go to trial. I’m raising two babies alone, not him. He gets three hots and a cot. Go on with that bullshit,” I continued.

              My mother patted my shoulders, while Bre got her bags and headed to the door. “That’s why nobody likes to come around from our side. Your smart ass mouth,” She spat.

              “If my smart ass mouth is preventing yall from seeing the twins, I don’t know what to tell you.” She left out the door and slammed the door. Again, my babies started crying because they were startled.

              “I don’t know why you even give in to her ass,” My mother smacked her tongue and grabbed Joy out her carrier.

              “I know, she just annoys me like her brother is such a saint. Three bitches came to his trial claiming they were his girl. The lawyer was so confused, he just told all of us his information,” I sighed.

              “You crazy as hell because I would have walked my ass out of there. Let his other bitches handle it, since he can’t keep his dick in his pants. How was the visit?”

              I grabbed Pride and started taking her snow suite off. “Ma, he wasn’t even concerned about that babies. He was more concerned about who I’m fucking. Spent the whole five hour visit going on and on about shit he heard. Please tell me who I’m fucking because if I’m not a work, I’m home with my kids.”

              “He’s just guilty because he done did you wrong. All you need to do is worry about those babies. Who was that man? Look like he got money,” She asked, being nosey.

              “It was three in the morning and I was running to catch the bus, and the dumb ass bus driver pulled off. He saw me and offered to drive me to the prison. He has a brother in there, and visited him while I did mine.”

              “You got in a stranger’s car with my grandbabies? Why didn’t you call me?” She placed Joy in the bouncer, she had bought for them.

              “You were working and I didn’t want to bother you.”

              My mother was a trauma social worker in the emergency room. She worked nights and was always on call in the day. She rarely had days off, but she loved working her job.

              “You know I would have left and drove you. You’re lucky he turned out to be decent. You better head home, it’s a little after ten. Take my car if you need it.”

              I kissed my mother, babies and headed out the door. I got in her car and drove a couple blocks down. I lived on Gates avenue in a three story walk up. With my luck, I lived on the third floor. I trotted up the stairs and headed right to the shower. I dressed in a pair of tight shorts, bustier that had my breast filling out the top, thanks to my munchkins. I pulled on a pair of thigh high six inch stilettos and ran some gel through my curly mane.  I applied some lipstick and eyeliner and put my trench coat over it and headed out.

              The valet driver took my mother’s car and I headed into the club. Tonight it was packed because it was a Saturday, but any night of the week
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was really packed. My boss, Lance was the best and let me come back to work as soon as the babies were born. I couldn’t afford to be off and not making money. Plus, he looked out for me, since I was in school to become a lawyer. I was on maternity leave with school, but I had been keeping up by doing my work online. I headed to the back and took off my coat and locked them in the office. I spotted my friend, Toma, trying to flirt with Lance.

              “What’s good, Tiara? Glad to see you’re ready to work,” He smiled and turned to Toma. “Toma, you not ready for this,” He joked. He and Toma were always like that.

              “Hey girly, damn them breast are everything. Look like you had a damn boob job, you about to make more tips than me tonight,” She sulked, but hugged me.

              “Shit, I need them. The rent and cable is due tomorrow. I need to make something. I thought you were off tonight?”

              “I was, but Lance called me in. he said its extra packed and he needs more bottle girls. That nigga know he wanted to see my pretty face,” She giggled and took her coat off.

              Toma was a Brazilian bomb shell. She stood 5’7 with golden brown skin that had a natural glow, a lean frame that had two three lumps: one for her ass, and two for her breast. She reminded me of Jlo. She was truly beautiful, but she was the most down to earth person. She came into the country illegal, and married an older man to get her papers. Now three years later and they’re still married and miserable.

              “You better stop before your husband knock your ass out,” I joked.

              “The only thing Roman will be knocking is on our apartment door. I put his ass out last week.” She sat on the bench and crossed her legs.

              “What? Why?”

              “Girl that man is irritating and he got some woman pregnant from his firm. I don’t care about the baby because I will still end up winning. I didn’t sign a prenup.”

              Roman was a lawyer at a prestigious law firm in the city. He had a lot of money, plus he came from wealth. His parents were well known around the city, especially in the Hamptons. Toma got Roman to fall in love with her and get her papers. Now she was married and couldn’t stand him or his family. She felt they were too close and she liked to have her space, instead of gathering around and talking about nothing in particular. Roman was due to make partner at the firm this year, so she waiting so she could divorce him. Although, Toma said she hated Roman, I knew she loved him too. Why else would you stay married even after you received your green card?

              “Wow, men aint shit,” I laughed, shocked by the news.

              “Say it again, mami,” she high fived me and we went to the bar to get to work.

              An hour into working, I was tired and needed a break, but every area in VIP was ordering drink after drink, so I couldn’t take a break. The bartender, Esha, called me over to take two bottles of Moet, with the sparklers on top of it to VIP. I sighed because I avoided them things all night, and now I had to switch through a packed club with them spritzing fire out the top. When I got to the table, two women were sitting there laughing and checking out the men at the next table.

              “About damn time. Ordered these over an hour ago,” The short brown skin woman sassed.

              “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you bottle girl was, but I’ll fill in for her and make sure you have everything you need,” I said professionally, over the loud music.

              “Calm down, Kaysha. Thank you, can you bring us some vodka too, without the sparkler. My sister is so extra,” She looked at her sister and handed me a twenty dollar tip.

              “You’re very welcome. I’ll be right back.” I walked back down to the bar and asked for a chill bottle of grey goose. Esha, handed it to me, but grabbed my shirt gently.

              “I have four bottles that need to go up to the VIP area on the left. The one with all the men. Toma is missing, and everyone else is busy. Can I depend on you?” She smirked, slipping two hundred dollar bills into my shorts.

              “Yep. I’ll be right back.” I took the bottle to the ladies, and the sister, Kaysha tipped me ten dollars. I accepted it and respectfully left before I tore into her ass.

              Esha handed me the bottles and I made my way up the stairs and entered the area. All the men were laughing, smoking and bullshitting. Some had a dice game going and were throwing money everywhere.

              “Gentlemen, your drinks!” I yelled over the music. They all looked up and smiled. One in particular came over and grabbed me around my waist. I pried his hands off of me.” Don’t touch me, please. If you need anything else, let me know.” I started to head out the VIP area.

              “Tiara?” I heard someone call my name.

              I turned around and saw Jaeshawn sitting in the corner, with one of the bottle girls, Lee, on his lap. He pushed her off and walked over to me. I blushed because this is the last thing I wanted him to see me in, or doing. I calmed down because it wasn’t like I was a stripper.

              “Hey, enjoying yourself?”

              “Yeah, it’s live tonight,” He smirked. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

              “It’s not anything I go around bragging about. Pays the bills, you know?”

              He nodded his head and stroked his goatee. “I feel you. So what you getting into after you leave here?”

              “Bed,” I giggled.

              Each bottle girl had a small buzzer that sounded off when the bar needed them. Mine was going off like crazy.

              “Let me take you out to breakfast, or else you have to get home to lil mamas.”

              “No, my mothe—“

              “Hey baby, I didn’t know you were coming out tonight. When I left you were snoring your ass off,” The girl, Kaysha from VIP came and interrupted me.

              From his face, it looked like she had messed up his mack, or she was truly annoying him. “Kaysha, don’t start that shit. Tiara, this is my son’s mother,” He introduced us.

              “Hi, Tiara,” I extended my hand, but hers stayed right on her hip.

              “Can you please bring us six bottles, thank you,” She replied, like a brat and walked off.

              “I got to go. Do you need anything before I leave?”

              “Nah, I’m good, but you can give me your number.” He smiled.

              I giggled because he thought he was slick. Although I wasn’t with Dyron, I felt funny giving my number out. I didn’t give my voices in my head a reason to doubt me, so I took his phone and programmed my number into it. “Enjoy your night,” I smiled and went to go fulfil that bitch’s order.