Spin, p.19
Spin, page 19
“You can’t just give me one of the hundred-dollar bills? You sitting here with all this money in front of you, and I can’t get nothing? All the pussy I been giving you,” I shot, already annoyed just that fast. When I said that, he gave me a look like he wanted to slap the shit out of me.
“Bitch, all the pussy that you been giving me? Don’t say no shit like that again because you make yourself sound like a slut, that’s handing over pussy for a few dollars. I gotta give ma a few hundred tomorrow for the bills, and I need to do some shit for my baby tomorrow because I know she mad at me, since I been gone for most of the day, and I haven’t had the time to spend with her. Where your baby daddy at? Call that nigga, and ask him to give you a few dollars,” he snapped on me. His comment angered me, so I ended up standing up, and before I could even walk away, he reached his arm out, grabbing me, and forcefully pulling me to him, making me stand right in front of him. His large hands went up under the shirt that I was wearing, cuffing my ass, and looking up at me.
“Ima go out tomorrow, and get some more money, and when I get it, I’ll give it to you. Ma going to bitch if I’m late giving her cash, and you already know that I’m not going to take away from my daughter to give to you. Brook come first before anything. I’ll get some money to you tomorrow, and you can do whatever the fuck you want to do with it,” he assured me, and that made me smile. It’s like he knew what to say to me to put a smile on my face.
It wasn’t long before the shirt that I was wearing, he quickly removed it, leaving me in just my panties, that he quickly moved to the side, and like I was dessert, he started eating me. Since we weren’t the only two in the house, I had to fight to keep my moans quiet, but what he was doing felt amazing. He made me cum twice, and after the second one, I pushed his head out of the way, and I got down on my knees, removing his dick out of the bottoms that he had on, and I started slurping that dick up like my life depended on it.
We went at it for about thirty minutes in his bedroom. I pulled out all the tricks, bending down, touching my toes, while he fucked me in a stand-up position, and I even hit a split on the dick while I was riding him, and even with all of the work that I put in, his ass still didn’t hand me one of the hundred-dollar bills that he had lying on the bed. I felt some kind of way about that, so I just quickly put my clothes on, and I didn’t even kiss him goodbye like I usually would. Instead, I just crept out of the room, and I walked the hallway, going back to my bedroom. Brooklyn, and Ryon were still in bed, sleeping together.
I closed the door, and once it was closed, Brooklyn’s cross body, Marc Jacobs purse that she had resting on my dresser had caught my attention. Every voice in my head was telling me not to even think about it, but curiosity got the cat because I still walked over to the purse, and I dug inside. Her wallet was there, lip gloss, and some hand sanitizer.
I pulled her wallet out, and I looked inside. I could see her school I.D, her license, and I went for the compartment where the money was, and there was about two one-hundred-dollar bills, a few fifties, a couple of twenties, and some single dollar bills. Brooklyn always had money. The allowance that she would get from Toni, the money that her mom would send for her, and when she would come over here, Wop would have money for her too. Sometimes though. The nigga didn’t always give her money.
I knew it was wrong because if I just asked Brooklyn for the money, she would have given it to me, but I still removed two fifty-dollar bills from her wallet, and I placed the wallet back in her purse, walking away like nothing ever happened.
I stored the money in my top drawer, stuffing it to the side, and I went back over to the bed, climbing inside, lying on my side. I had to keep my legs together to stop the thumping feeling that was still taking place in my pussy.
I could still feel Wop inside of me. Eventually, I was going to start doing right and leaving his ass alone. Deep down, I knew that he didn’t give a fuck about me. I was just easy in-house pussy, and head for him, and he was taking advantage of that.
ELEVEN
ZION ‘STEEL’ PERKINS
“Man, who the fuck that is that just walked on the dance floor? I need that. I need that ASAP,” my nigga Kenyon said to me, hitting me on my arm with his hand, so that he could get my attention.
It was Kenyon’s birthday, and we were celebrating at Diamonds strip club. The only time that you would catch me out at a strip club is when I would be with my guys. We were in a section, with about twenty other niggas, and I knew everyone in our section, but only Kenyon, Enzo, and Khari were my day one guys. A lot of the other men that were here were some that Kenyon did business with, one was his brother, and a few of his cousins were here as well. There was about five strippers in our section, and they had been throwing ass all night, working hard for the money that was being thrown at them.
We were sitting on the second level, and we were right by the railing, so we had the perfect view of looking down, and looking out into the dance floor. The thing that I liked about Diamonds was that people utilized the dance floor. I wasn’t a dancing ass nigga, though. If a song came on that I fucked with, I would just bob my head to it, but I’ll admit, I liked to post up, and watch when the ladies would go on the dance floor, and just let loose, and dance. Shit, half of the time, that would be a little bit more exciting than the strippers.
I looked down to see who it was that Kenyon was talking about, and I paused when I saw who was on the dance floor. She was out there with her girls, and all of them were fine, but you know that my eyes went right for her. It was Toni. Seeing her out on the dance floor, I promise that all I could do was shake my head, telling myself how I had to be the dumbest nigga in the world to just let that slip out of my hands like that. I’m not sure if her, and her girls were out, celebrating something, but all of them looked good. Even so, again, my eyes were fixed on Toni.
She was rocking a halter backless dress, and it was a metallic gold color. The dress had a super short fit to it, but it wasn’t anything where if she was walking her entire ass was out, but I knew for a fact that if she dipped it down too low, or bent over, then her ass was going to be out. So many things on her looked good that I really didn’t know what to keep my eyes on. I was stuck on if I should look at those long, glistening legs, or the thick ass thighs that she had. The metallic gold heels that she was wearing went perfectly with the dress, and because I had great vision, I could see her pretty toes, that were painted in a French tip. That blonde short cut that I was a sucker for was styled to perfection, just like it always was, and she had a nice beat going on with her face. The glow from her highlighted face had her on that dance floor, looking like a fuckin angel.
“Which one you talking about?” I had to ask Kenyon, just to see if he was talking about Toni.
“They all fine. Every single last one of them, but I want the one with the short cut. You know her? Ima go down there and holla. I need that as my birthday gift,” he released.
“She ain’t easy like that, bruh. I’m warning you now,” I shared with him, and he turned to look at me, and he laughed.
“Awww shit! You hit it before? It was good, huh? Everything about her screams that she got good pussy. Her aura is loud as fuck. Big bruh, I need that,” he kept saying.
“I didn’t hit. I know her though,” I kept it cool, not going into detail about what really took place between me, and Toni. I never told anyone about that shit. Nobody knew about us hanging out at the seafood festival, the kiss that we shared, none of that. The only person that really knew about her was Zayne. He’ll ask about her from time to time, but for the most part, he’s accepted that she wasn’t going to come around anymore.
“You ain’t saying how you know her. Let me know something because if you want her, I’ll fall back,” he shot.
“Yeah. Leave that alone,” I had to let him know. Swear I wasn’t even trying to be selfish, but I needed this nigga to fall back. I wasn’t with Toni because I was choosing not to be. I wasn’t with Toni out of the fear that I was going to hurt her, since I was in my head too much, feeling like I might not be in the best mental space right now to fully give myself to her.
This past month, I’ll be lying if I said that I didn’t think about her often. The way that I was tempted to pull up on her at her job again, just to see her face, be in her presence, and feel her vibe again. I wanted all of that. When we parted ways, we never left each other with our number, so I didn’t even have a number to call, just to hear her voice. Toni had boundaries that she wasn’t going to allow me to cross if I couldn’t give to her what it was that she wanted, and all it did was have me respect her even more.
“Say less. You better be lucky you my nigga because any other person would have had to see me about her. Nigga, I was about to go down there, and tell her straight up that I needed her,” Kenyon replied, and I believed him too.
Because Toni was a different type of woman, and I knew that he wouldn’t even want to dog her out the way that he would dog out the rest of these women, he just might have gotten her and done right. I couldn’t let that shit happen on my watch, and if it made me selfish, then so be it.
It was old school night at Diamonds, so the DJ was playing all the old school cuts. Toni, and her girls were just cutting up on the dance floor, throwing ass, and rapping the words to Trina’s song, Da baddest bitch. I could look at all their asses, and tell that they were nice, classy women, probably all had successful careers, just like Toni had, but the second the DJ started playing that Trina, all that classy shit when out of the window, and they got real Miami with it!
“What ya’ll niggas over here talking about?” Khari asked, coming over, holding a plastic shot cup in his hands. With the section that we were in, there were red, plush couches, so when he came over, he came to my left, sitting on that side of me.
“I was looking at the one down there on the dance floor dancing. You see the one with the blonde short cut? I was telling Steel that I was getting ready to go get that, but the nigga told me to leave that alone, so that’s what Ima do,” Kenyon said to Khari. My god brother ended up looking down, and I watched the way his eyes scanned the dance floor, and when his mouth was damn near hanging open, just as Kenyon’s was when he saw Toni for the first time, I’m sure that he had spotted her.
“Damn. Who the fuck that is? Steel, that’s you?” he wanted to know.
“Nah man. Just leave that alone,” was all I said, and when I said that, Khari started laughing.
“You know this nigga secretive as fuck. Probably already over there smashing that, and he just don’t want to tell us,” Khari expressed, getting Kenyon to laugh. I pretended that I didn’t even hear these niggas, as I stood up from the couch, and I went over to the railing, putting my arms on it, looking down, so that I could get a better view of her.
I didn’t have any beef with Toni. We didn’t end on bad terms for me to be beefing with her. I had every intention to go down and speak, but before I did that, I was going to stand here, and watch her, in hopes that she would look up, and see that I was looking down at her.
The DJ had switched songs, and he was playing that old school Nas and Genuine, You owe me. I was a teenager when this song came out, and I remember my pops used to play this shit around the house, and my mama used to be all in the living room, dancing for him, and shit. Hearing this cut, it brought back hella memories, and you could tell that it had done the same for Toni, and her home girls because they were on the dance floor, cutting up with each other. I’m telling you, out of everybody that was down there dancing, I had my eyes solely on Toni.
“Shorty, say what’s your price?”
Just to back it up, you can hold my ice”.
Like she was in a music video, she was out there, shaking her hips, and using her hands to run them up, and down her body. Because of the bold gaze that I had on her, her eyes eventually looked up, and they locked with mine. I thought that she was going to freeze up, as if she was shocked to see me here, but she only smirked at me, and she confidently kept on dancing, shaking a little harder, and dancing a little bit more provocative than she had already been doing. I tried to keep my game face on, and act like she wasn’t moving me by the way she was dancing, but that shit was sexy as hell, and I wanted to be like Kenyon, and have my mouth hanging open, as I watched her.
“Now let’s say you owe me something,” she sang the words, as she continued dancing.
Out of nowhere, a nigga that I didn’t know personally, but I knew who he was, he pulled up on her from behind, and he wrapped an arm around her small waist. It was the quarterback for the Miami Dolphins. Nigga was iced out with all kinds of chains around his neck, on his wrist, and Toni turned around to look at him, and once she got a shot of who it was, she kept dancing on him. The fact that she was still looking at me, while dancing, let me know that she was only doing that shit to make me mad. I wouldn’t say I was mad though. Bothered like a motha fucka, but I wouldn’t call it mad.
With a smirk on my face, I shook my head, and I walked away from the railing. I was getting ready to call it a night anyways. It was going on one in the morning, and I had to be up early tomorrow to get my son from my Goddy ma’s house because he had an early morning football game. I’d stayed here longer than I’d anticipated anyways. The only reason why I was still here is because I saw Toni, and I wanted to stick around, and admire her.
I went around, dapping it up with my niggas, saying my goodbyes, and before I fully left out of the club, I went to the restroom, so that I could take a quick piss. I handled my business, went over to the sink, and I washed my hands.
When I left out, I purposely made sure that I would pass by the dance floor because if Toni was still out there, I was going to go speak. I didn’t see her though. I looked around the entire bottom floor, seeing if maybe her and her girls had gone to a section, or even if they were sitting at the bar, but they were nowhere to be found. I figured that that was probably God’s way of telling me to leave her ass alone, so I walked out of the club, and once out here, I saw that the line was still wrapped around the building to get inside.
The sound of laugher that was going on in the parking lot had gotten my attention, and when I looked, it was a group of five women, and I’m not sure what the hell they were so tickled about, but they were cracking up. It was Toni, and her crew.
I walked a little faster, so that I could get to them before they made it to their cars.
“Toni!” I barked her name loudly, and when I said it, it caused for all of them to turn around and look. From the giggles that came from her friends, mixed with the way that I could vividly see that one of them had nudged her, I knew that she must have told them about me, and the quick shit that we had going on. I thought that she was going to try and play a nigga, roll her eyes, and keep on walking, but she didn’t do that. She looked at me with a smile on her face. There was a twinkle in her eye, as if she had a buzz going on or something.
I made it over, and I went right for her, standing in front of her. She was looking at me in a way, as if she was confused on what she should do. She didn’t know if she should just wave or wrap her arms around me like she’d done the last time and slip her tongue down my throat. Shit, whatever she decided to do, I would be cool with that.
“Hi Zion,” her ass was being formal with me, calling me by my government name.
“What’s good? How ya’ll doing, ladies?” I asked, not wanting to be rude, and pretended that I didn’t see the rest of them standing there, when I did.
“Hiiii,” they all sang to me in unison.
“Let me talk to you,” I said, reaching my hand out, pulling hers, wanting her to come with me. She turned to look at her girls, letting them know that she was going to walk off with me for a second to talk, and they let her know that it was cool, and she walked away with me.
We didn’t go anywhere in particular. We just walked down a little further in the parking lot, and once I stopped, she stopped too. She was standing in front of me with her arms crossed, looking up at me, waiting on me to start talking.
“Where that nigga at that you was dancing with on the dance floor?” was the first thing that I asked her, and right when the question finished rolling off my tongue, she looked at me with a satisfied smile, as if her attempt at pissing me off by dancing with that nigga had been accomplished.
“Probably on his phone, browsing through brunch spots that he wants to take me to tomorrow morning,” her ass had the nerve to say.
“For some reason, I don’t believe that,” I came closer, getting in her face because I felt like the closer I was to her, the better chance I had of distinguishing if she was lying or not.
“Does anything about me give that I would lie about going out with someone?” she wanted to know, cocking her head to the side, blinking her big eyes at me, waiting on my response. I didn’t answer her question though. It was so much shit that I wanted to say in response to that, but I didn’t want to come off thirsty, and like I was sweating her.
“Where’s your girlfriend? You didn’t bring her with you for tonight’s outing?” she wanted to know.
“Who’s my girlfriend?” I asked because I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Zion, please! Don’t play dumb. I actually like you a little better when you act nonchalant, and you tell me the truth!” she sassed a nigga.
