Authors: Shareef Jaudon
“What’d you do to her?” I grinned.
“I pussy punched that bitch like a man.”
I dropped my head and clapped my hands like I was
in church. “Damn, no wonder she was limping. You gave her clit a black eye. Shit, you somethin’ else girl.”
“And then some.” Angelique snarled at me playfully. “I gave that bitch an uppercut straight from the basement.”
I put my hand in the air. “Gimme some up top. I’m so proud of you right now. You whoopin’ ass like yours truly.”
She gave me a stiff high five. It felt good to joke and laugh with her again…a little too good.
Dallas couldn’t take her eyes off the parking lot. She kept staring at her fiancé and his ex-girlfriend slash baby mama like they were statues in a museum.
“Did you see that?”
Honey flashed her a quick look.
“Yeah
, I saw it.” Dallas sighed heavily.
“I thought you told me she cheated on him with Thad. I thought Tyce couldn’t stand her.”
Dallas’s former boss sucked her teeth and shook her head emphatically.
“Dallas that shit don’t look like he hates her to me. Remember baby doll, you used to seduce men for a living and you know when a nigga is sweet on a bitch. You see the way she was throwing her titties all up in his face. And did you see her outfit? Don’t no broad wear that shit to her daughter
’s fuckin’ doctor’s appointment. Her ass put that on cuz she knew he would be there. She ain’t foolin’ nobody. She’s trying to seduce your man, and he don’t even see it. He over there high fiving her ass in shit. You wanna go snatch her ass up?” Honey flipped her blonde weave over her shoulder.
Dallas gave the question some serious thought and then
she shook her head no.
“Naw, jus’ wait here until they leave. I’ll deal with it later. Thanks again for pickin’ me up. I couldn’t
take my car, cuz they woulda seen me. I owe you one.” Dallas watched Tyce get into his Range Rover.
Honey’s gold bracelet slid down her skinny wrist as she waved her hand. “Girl you don’t owe me shit. You woulda done the same thing for me. And besides, I feel kinda responsible for this whole thing.”
“Why?” Dallas watched Angelique get into her car after securing Khari in her car seat.
“Cuz, if I never woulda sent you to meet him that night at the hotel then you wouldn’t even be here right now. I jus’ knew how particular Tyce was when it came to workin’ girls
, so I asked you to go on the date.”
“Girl
, all this shit ain’t your fault. I wanted to meet him after hearing so much about him from the other girls. It was my choice to go and I don’t regret any of it. I’ll be damned if I jus’ let this bitch slide in and jack my future husband right out from under me.”
Honey watched the Jaguar and the Range Rover leave the busy parking lot and turn onto the street one after the other.
“Well baby doll, you may have the ring, but she has his attention.”
Dallas put her seat belt on
, but didn’t respond.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Dwayne walked into my office with a sandwich from Subway under his arm, carrying a medium sized back pack in his hand.
“Wasup? J
us’ give me a few minutes to hook up my computer and I’ll be good to go.”
I looked at him from behind my desk. “That’s cool do your thing. Did you bring some food for me too?” I teased him.
“Damn, I would have if you woulda told me you were hungry. I would give you half of this sub, but it’s a ham sandwich and I know you don’t eat pork anymore.”
I stretched my arms above my head and arched my back. “Naw, Tyce got me off the swine. He wouldn’t let me order it when we ate out and after I got pregnant he wouldn’t even let me touch it.”
Dwayne set his back pack on my desk. “Shit, pork taste too good not to eat it. I love me some ham and bacon. That shit is like crack with protein in it.”
It took Dwayne less than 10 minutes to set up his computer and less than six minutes to wolf down h
is five dollar foot long. Finally he was ready to get down to business. He rubbed his palms together and typed the password into his laptop.
“Alright, so give me somethin’ to go on.”
I pulled out Detective Sharpe’s card from my pocket. “That’s all I got D. I need you to work a miracle.” I placed the card on the top of his keyboard.
He looked down and read
the name out loud. “Detective Daniel Sharpe of the L.A.P.D. I don’t even wanna know how you got this. Can you give me about an hour?”
“No problem. M
ake yourself at home and I’ll be back.”
Dwayne sat down in my leather chair and took over my desk to get the skinny on Sharpe. Meanwhile, I made the rounds in my club to see how the night was going. I gave him the privacy and time he needed to do his job while I did mine. I decided to give him an extra half hour before I c
hecked back in on his progress.
“So where we at? Tell me somethi
n’ good.” I leaned up against the wall with a fresh Jack and Coke in my hand.
Dwayne cleared his throat. “It took some diggin’
, but I managed to do it. Dwayne Sharpe is 42 years old, married with four kids. He’s been with the police department for about 15 years.” He cracked a smile. “But, shit ain’t all good for Mr. Po Po. According to his credit report, he’s 60days late on his mortgage payment and in 30 days his house will be in foreclosure. There’s more bad news for ole Daniel. His 11 year old daughter recently had a tumor removed from her brain. I looked up her medical records. She’s in physical therapy and gettin’ better, but the medical bills are kicking his ass. And get this shit.
T
he health insurance the police department provides only covered 30 percent of the total surgery costs. I don’t have all the other details on the whole operation and recovery, but I do know he owes the hospital sixty thousand dollars. I saw a hard hit inquiry on his credit report from a bank and he was denied a second mortgage on his house.”
“Damn.” I took a sip from my glass.
“Oh it gets better. His wife is on disability after she hurt her back working at the post office. She stays at home and takes care of the kids, but she’s addicted to Demerol. Basically his life is shit. It’s like a carton of spoiled milk. It may look new, but when you open it up and start sniffin’ around it makes you wanna throw up.” He rubbed his goatee.
Tyce was sitting at his patio table studying a map of the city when Dallas walked through the open French doors with a cigarette in her hand. She wore a pink satin robe over her freshly moisturized birthday suit and her hair was up in a high pony tail. The front of her housecoat was open allowing her breasts to play peek-a-boo as she walked toward the table.
“I thought you drowned. I was about to call the Coast Guard for a shower rescue.” Tyce looked up from the map.
Dallas stood before him and flicked
her cigarette ashes in the air.
“I was thinkin’.”
“’Bout what?” He put the high lighter down.
Dallas took a puff of her clove cigarette and blew smoke in the air as the breeze made her thin flap dance.
“I was thinkin’ about how I have to deal with hungry, thirsty, disrespectful ass bitches who are constantly buzzin’ around you like flies on an elephant’s ass. I was washin’ my under arms, shaving my legs, and thinkin’ about thirsty bitches. Yep, thirsty ass bitches.” Dallas smacked her lips and sat down across from her man.
Tyce leaned back in his chair and chewed his gum slowly. It was seven minutes past midnight but instead of studying the outskirts of the city on the map, or fucking
Dallas in the pool…he was talking about flies and thirsty bitches.
“Why were you thinkin’ about thirsty bitches? Talk to me, and if you want me to pay attention to you I suggest you close your robe. There’s somethin’ about a sexy, naked, woman smoking that turns me on. I can’t explain it but it is what it is…so put those things away if you wanna chop it up.”
Dallas huffed and folded the flaps one over the other. “Okay, now that the twins are put away can we be serious?”
“Alright, what’s wrong?” Tyce crossed his arms.
Dallas took one last drag and buried the butt in the ceramic ash tray. She bit her bottom lip nervously before she opened her mouth to speak.
“Look I know Angelique still wants you, the question is do you still want her? Quiana is jus’ another bird in the flock so I aint sweatin’ her but your baby mama is a different story.” Dallas looked Tyce in the eyes.
“What are you talkin’ about? Where is all this talk about Quiana and Angelique comin’ from?”
“It’s comin’ from my mouth. Now answer the question. Do you still want Angelique?”
Tyce reached out and held Dallas’s hand. “No.”
“Are you sure?” She pressed him.
“Look, me and Angelique haven’t been in a good spot recently for all kinds of fucked up reasons which you know all about. But, we still gotta raise Khari together so I like the place were in now. We’re gettin’ along much better and she’s off drugs so I’m happy about that. I’m also cool with her being on the crew cuz we need the help, but as far as my personal life and who I want in it, I already made my decision. I want to be with you…not her. I want you to be my wife not her. Relationships are voluntary. Nobody is drafted into this shit. I’m with you because I want to be and it’s jus’ that simple. I want you Dallas. You and the twins, so open up that robe and lemme see em again.” Tyce shot her a sly wink.
Dallas analyzed Tyce’s response to her crucial question. Was he telling the truth? Did he even know what the truth was? Maybe he was lying to himself and he didn’t even know it yet. Or, maybe he was being honest; after all, Tyce wasn’t a man that had trouble deciding what he wanted to do.
“I believe you baby.” Dallas smiled warmly.
She chose to end the conversation and take her man at his word despite her suspicions to the contrary.
“You wanna see my goodies Mr. Adkins?” Dallas stood up slowly. “You wanna see the package you’re gonna marry? I’m smellin’ all good and shit, feel how smooth my legs are.” Dallas nudged Tyce’s crotch with her toes.
Dallas dropped her robed behind her calves as Tyce massaged her shin slowly.
“Why don’t you take all your stress out on me?”
Dallas cupped the back of her man’s head and guided his face to her supple left nipple.
“You wanna know what I think?” Tyce kissed her areola gently.
“What?” Dallas sighed closing her eyes.
Tyce hummed deeply. “I think we need to fuck…right here…right now.”
“Hmmmm, I think you’re right. I want you to bend me over this table and bang my ass like an African bass drum. Can you do that?” She asked seductively.
“Shit, jus’ call me Shaka Zulu.” He grinned.
Tyce stood to his feet, put his thumbs into his elastic waist band, and slid down his black gym shorts with the quickness. They crumpled in a heap at his ankles as he kicked them off freeing his bare legs. Dallas helped him remove his matching shirt and the both of them were standing pool side naked under the bright beaming moon light.
Dallas instantly assumed the arresting position hiking her round ass up in the air and spreading her shapely legs wide. Tyce gripped his stiff tool and rubbed his throbbing head in small circular motions against her wet entrance for just a moment before he plunged into her hot center. He grabbed her hips. She put her cheek against the patio table top. She hissed in pleasure. He groaned in desire. At first their movements were steady; but soon steamy passion took over and the pace quickened. Dallas held her own butt cheeks open as
Tyce dipped himself into her pussy again and again. She squeezed her vaginal walls as his dick slid in and out of her with unhurried thrusts.
“Harder!” Dallas gasped.
Tyce obeyed his woman smashing into her soft bumper with more force and conviction. She responded by holding her breath and riding the mind numbing feeling of ecstasy as it washed over her entire body.
“Pull my hair! Fuck me harder!” Dallas closed her eyes tight and prepared to be assaulted.
Once again Tyce followed orders to the letter. He snatched a fistful of black hair and yanked her head off the table with a quick jerk being careful not to hurt her.
“Ssssssss yesssssss yesssssss! I fuckin’ love your dick! Oooooh I love it baby! Fuck this bitch! I’ve been a bad girl.”
“Is that right? What’d you do?” Tyce maintained his feverish pace.
Dallas felt the edge of the table dig into the front of her thighs as her body rocked back and forth.
“I followed you today.” Dallas bit her bottom lip.
She expected the fucking to cease and for Tyce to walk away with a wet cock and an attitude. However, she was incorrect in her assumptions. To her delight, her man slapped her on the ass and continued to use his dick to punish her.
“Ohhhh daddy I’ma bad girl. Fuck me! I fucked up. I fucked up. Beat that shit up!” Dallas screamed.