The Punany Experience (29 page)

“To get your niece out of jail? There are worse things to fuck for. That doesn’t make you a whore. That makes you a mother. Come to think of it. Did you and the old man ever have children?”

“No.”

“Hmm. I would’ve thought you would be raising a small army.”

Dream Crow promised she would call him when all of this was over and walked out of his chambers into the hallway where Blue was waiting.

“Let’s go get our baby girl,” she said.

“D
ON’T WORRY
,” H
ARTFORD HEARD
K
OREA SAY
. “I was built for trials like this. I’ll help you in any way that I can.”

“Well,” Hartford said. “I’m picking my baby girl up right now. I have to replace my cell phone and then get a hotel room. I’ll call you when we’re settled.”

“Why are you getting a hotel room?”

“I don’t think it would be good for Raven to be in the house her mother died in. I’ve already contacted my agent. I’m putting the house on the market.”

“Stormy won’t be back for a while. You two can stay here until you figure things out.”

“Are you sure it wouldn’t be an imposition? I mean, would it bother Stormy?”

“This is my house. Actually, this is my building. I don’t have anything open right now but you can stay here as long as you need to. Stormy won’t have anything to say about it.”

Korea was right. Stormy didn’t have anything to say about it. In fact, Stormy hadn’t called her or returned her calls for almost two weeks. The first week had gone by without Korea really noticing, because she was so deep into Hartford’s ass. But the carry-out was beginning to annoy her so she was missing her lady in wait. She tried calling her cell phone again. But it went straight to voicemail.

“I
BET YOU CAN’T GET HER TO SUCK YOUR TITTIE
,” a small girl said to a bigger one. They were standing over Alex’s bed.

“Hey, wake up. You’ve been up in here for a minute now and you haven’t chosen anybody yet. So I’m choosing you.”

Alex kept her eyes closed and quietly whispered into the dark. “I’ll choose you back, if you’re gentle.” She let the girl put her
tittie in her mouth. She let the girl feel under the covers for her sticky virginity and play in it.

“I knew it,” the smaller girl said. “I knew she was too quiet not to be a freak. Let me get some of that.”

“Get back, bitch. You heard her, she’s choosing me. Take your ass back to bed.”

“What’s your name?” the big girl whispered as she climbed into the bunk with her new girlfriend.

“Alex.”

“My name’s Keisha. Alex, you ever been with a girl before?”

“No.”

“You ain’t never had your pussy ate out?”

“No.”

“You want to though, huh? Don’t lie. I’m not trying to catch any more cases, so don’t lie. I just want to make you feel good. You don’t have to do anything. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“You will?”

“Yep.”

“Okay then. You can eat me out.”

“Use the pillow to cover your mouth. You might feel like screaming. If you feel like you want to pee, roll over or something. Don’t do it in my face. Okay?”

“Okay.” Alex covered her face and let the girl part her legs with her hands and her vaginal lips with her tongue.

K
OREA WAS GETTING READY TO LEAVE THE OFFICE
and pick Raven up from school when her cell phone rang.

“I’m glad you picked up,” Tisa said into the phone. “I know Stormy’s been avoiding your calls.”

“Who is this?”

“You don’t know me. My name is Tisa…uh, T. Calloway.”

“T. Calloway? Are you from that stupid-ass website? I thought you were a dude.”

“The Cutting Board is a national publication, Ms. Smith.” Korea did not respond. Tisa cleared her throat in the silence. “Listen, I don’t want to be petty, and I don’t want to take up too much of your time. This is a courtesy call.”

“Courtesy call?” Korea asked. She could feel her skin getting hot and her nerves tingle up her spine. She loosened her top button. “What reason would you possibly have to call me on Stormy’s behalf? If you plan on making up some excuse for her, as to why she is not back here, you can forget about it. And you can forget about her writing that food column, too. You tell Stormy to call me herself so we can get to the bottom of this. That’s all you can do for me.”

“Oh, I think I have the bottom of this covered,” Tisa said.

“Excuse me?

“As I was saying, I’m busy, you’re busy and Stormy…well, Stormy’s always busy. I just didn’t think we should leave you hanging out there, in the event your relationship actually meant more to you than she knows. I’m calling to tell you that she won’t be coming back to you. She won’t be coming back to California at all. She’s mine now.”

“She’s what? So, who the fuck are you? You find lonely little housewives on the internet and seduce them with bullshit. You know what?” Korea stood to her feet and paced around her office. “I don’t even care. Tell that bitch that. She can’t eat pussy, she’s messy. If it wasn’t for her cooking I’d have put her out a long-ass time ago. Shiiiit,” she said, forcing herself to laugh. “Stormy wasn’t anything but my cook. Tell her I said that. Tell her she wasn’t anything but my cook!” Korea picked up a paperweight
and threw it at the door. She cleared her throat of the painful knot that was forming inside of it. She swallowed hard but cracked a little when she said, “She can’t take anything I bought her…”

“No problem. Stormy is well-provided for.”

“Fuck you. You know what? Let me talk to Stormy.”

“As I explained to her, contact between you would be counterproductive. Save us all the drama. She says there isn’t much there besides some clothes, and kitchenware. But, I would like to have UPS pick her computer up.”

“Well, the bitch can’t have that either.”

“I figured as much; she told me how generous and supportive you are. That’s why I had her store her files on my private server.”

“Whatever the fuck that means…So you’re going to take care of everything, reinvent her, buy all her shit all over again, manage her finances, and chauffeur her around?”

“Stormy? Oh no. I don’t have to do any of that. Stormy can take care of herself. She has a new professional wardrobe and a car already. She’ll be moving into her own place on the first.”

“We must be talking about a different Stormy,” Korea said in a confused voice.

“We must be. This one is earning six figures and only cooks when she feels like it. She’s quite independent. And my goodness, can she cook,” Tisa taunted, as she looked over Stormy’s shoulder. “I’m watching her build a lobster lasagna right now.” Tisa slapped Stormy lightly on her ass and kissed her cheek. Tisa walked away from Stormy and lowered her voice to a naughty whisper. “You know, you’re wrong about her. When she sucks my dick, she’s like a baby on a bottle; milking me.”

“Fuck you, bitch. If you call me again, I’ll reach all the way into Washington, D.C., tie a leash around your neck, and dog walk your ass.”

“Yes, of course. Stormy told me how mature you are,” she said, walking back into the kitchen. She pressed her pelvis against Stormy’s ass, and kissed her neck. “Like I said, this was a courtesy call. You can have this number disconnected now. She has a new phone. Have a nice day.” Tisa smiled at Stormy and dropped the cell phone into the kitchen trashcan.

“Wow, Tisa, you make me sound really great,” Stormy said.

“Stormy, you are really great. I fell in love with your mind, months ago. Now that I love all of you, I never want to see anyone hurt you.”

Tisa was a real smooth operator. She always kept her cool and was as confident as any man but she was clearly all woman. Her body was long, lean, and strong. Stormy loved to watch her walk. She kind of glided in and out of a room without devouring the energy that had been in it before, the way Korea had. She was nurturing Stormy into womanhood with devotion and respect and Stormy was healing nicely.

Tisa took the spatula out of Stormy’s hand, spun her around and pinned her to the kitchen wall. She kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. “What would you say if I asked you to stay with me?”

“I’d say, no.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m working on me right now.”

“Even if I kissed you like this?” Tisa slid down Stormy’s body, lifted her dress with her teeth, and gently sucked her inner thigh.

“Yes,” Stormy answered.

“And if I kissed you here, would you stay?” Tisa cocked her head to the side and kissed Stormy’s fat lips as if they were the lips on her face.

Stormy gasped and felt her body temperature rising. “I would still get my own place, but you could definitely come to visit.”

“That’s my strong little lady. Lay down for me, baby.”

“Here on the kitchen floor?”

“Yes. Lay right there on the floor.” Tisa opened the refrigerator and reached inside.

Stormy lay on her back with her hands over her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Did I ever tell you how much I love grape jelly?” Tisa said, smiling, with a jar of Smuckers in her hand. “It’ so good on pussy they should call it Sucker’s.”

“You are so crazy.”

“Crazy over you,” Tisa said, kneeling between Stormy’s legs. “Spread ’em.”

Stormy spread her legs open and relaxed her mind. It seemed things were moving so fast for her lately, she could never relax. She let her legs fall open and told herself to let go. For a moment, Korea was waiting behind her closed eyes. The jelly was a cold slick as Tisa spread it over the layers of Stormy’s Punany. She played in it for a few minutes with her fingers, moving her thumb in circular motions over her clit until Stormy began to grind against her fingers. Tisa could barely contain her own desire as her lady began to swell in her hand. She leaned into Stormy’s body and blew through her pretty pursed lips, cooling the jelly again. The slightest quiver ran through Stormy, presenting Tisa’s opportunity to devour her with instant results. Stormy did not expect the heat of Tisa’s tongue to take her so completely, as she took all of her lips into her mouth and licked her inside out. Suddenly, she was open, completely open. And she knew, she had a brand-new handler, in whose hands she could entrust her future, until the game of love had run its course once again.

K
OREA SAT, STEAMING IN HER CAR
outside of the elementary school. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there, but the children were already going home when she finally moved a muscle.

“I can’t believe she left?” she said to herself. “After all I did for her. That ungrateful little…” Korea searched for a word to describe the woman who had been the joy of her life for so many years. She thought of Stormy’s smiling face, her girlish pout and of her wild curly hair. She thought of her fat lips and even fatter pussy lips and tried to remember the last time she had kissed either pair. “Damn, Stormy.”

Just then she heard Raven’s voice, and remembered she was there to pick her up. Except for Raven and another little girl, the school ground was empty. Raven had the girl hemmed up against the schoolyard fence. “If you don’t give me your Now and Laters, I’ll tell everybody you let Bobby put his finger in your you know what.”

“But I didn’t let him put his finger in my you know what,” the girl said.

“Well, after I tell everybody, that won’t matter. You might as well let him do it, because everybody will already believe you did.” The little girl surrendered the pack of candy to Raven and ran away from her.

Korea honked the horn. “She’ll be a beast of a businesswoman someday.”

“Hi, Korea,” Raven said, hopping into the car and buckling her seatbelt.

“Do you mind hanging out with me today? Your father is handling some business today. He’ll be over my place later.”

“Y
AWL SHUT THE HELL UP
,” K
EISHA WAS TELLING THE GIRLS
in the recreation room. “Shut the fuck up and listen to my baby sing.” Alex got up off of Keisha’s lap and began to sing, taking the juveniles to church with her rich alto rendition of the Reverend James Cleveland’s sermonic song.
“I don’t feel no ways tired, I’ve come too far from where I started from, Nobody told me, the road would be easy, I don’t believe He brought me this far to leave me.”

When Blue and Dream Crow walked up with the staff counselor, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

Keisha was hugging Alex, holding her tight. “Thank you, Alex; thank you.”

Alex watched her family approaching from over Keisha’s shoulder. “I think I have to go now. Aunt Blue! Dream Crow!” she screamed. “What are you doing here?”

“Girl, was that you in here belting like that? My Lord, Dream Crow, this girl can sing!” Blue said.

“Hey, why’s everybody in here crying?” the counselor said with her hands on her hips.

“Come here, baby,” Dream Crow said. “We came to take you home.” They held each other in a family embrace.

“Alex!” Keisha screamed, “No! Don’t take her!” Her eyes were red and full of tears. “No! Bring her back.” She started to run after Alex when the counselor motioned for security to hold her back. “Alex, I’m getting out. I’m coming for you. I’m gonna manage you, baby. I’m gonna make you a star!” She was pinned to the floor. All she could see were Alex’s feet as they walked out of the door.

“Looks like you made a few friends in there,” Dream Crow said.

“Yeah, one in particular,” Blue said.

Dream Crow cut her eyes at her sister. “Alex, were you alright in there? I mean, nobody hurt you, did they?”

“No, Dream Crow. Nobody hurt me.”

Blue said, “Well, how did you keep ’em off of you? You did keep ’em off of you, if you know what I mean?”

Alex’s eyes were beginning to tear.

Dream Crow said, “Now, Sister Blue, you know that ain’t none of our business. So long as she wasn’t hurt, all is well.”

“Well, I guess you could say music calms the savage beast.”

“Come again?” Blue asked.

“I sang to them, Aunt Blue, every day for the last couple of days at rec time. They liked it, too.”

“Oh yeah? Is that why that big sugar bear-looking dyke was howling over you leaving? It seems to me, a friend would be happy about you getting sprung up out the joint.”