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Damn, I wanna snap her muthafuckin’ back in. “Yo, ma, check this shit out. I’m standin’ here tryna rap to you ’cause you fine as fuck, but don’t get shit twisted. I ain’t pressed for no ass. I get that wit’ no effort, so don’t get it fucked up. But what I want to do is get to know you. Maybe take ya sexy ass out to dinner, then, maybe, to a show. But you on some extra stuck-up shit.”
She glances at her frosted timepiece. “It’s been real,” she says, as her girl approaches us, “but ya time’s up.”
I laugh. “Yo, it’s all good, ma. But know this. I’ma be at ya door tonight.”
She sucks her teeth. “Bitch, let’s go,” she says to her peoples. “This nigga right here is crazy.”
I laugh. “Ya’ll be easy.”
“Whatever,” Kat says, walkin’ off. Her girl smirks at me, shakin’ her head, followin’ behind. I watch as they get lost in the sea of shoppers, pullin’ out my cell. I see I have six missed calls and five voice messages. I hit Mike up and tell him I’m ready to bounce, then head toward the other end of the mall to meet up wit’ ’im. I listen to my messages as I’m walkin’.
The first one is from Lydia. “Hey, sexy man, I got everything set up with two of my girls. They’re both sexy bombshells, so you’ll be pleased. Hit me back when you can, so we can get this thing going. I’m horny. It’s going to be a night full of whips and chains and swings. I can’t wait.” I can’t front the ho had me ’til she brought up whips and chains and swings ’n shit. What the fuck kinda shit is she in to? All I asked for is three chicks to wet up this dick, and she’s addin’ extra shit. I delete the message.
The next message is from Akina. “Alex, it’s a new year, we really need to sit down and talk. Hit me up when you can.” Delete. “Bitch, after that stunt you pulled, you are officially invisible to me,” I say, goin’to the next message.
“Alley Cat, what’s good, nigga? It’s ya boy Red. I did it. I proposed to my girl. We set the date for Saturday, October thirty-first. It’s on Halloween night. Don’t laugh nigga. But my girl wants it to be a costume-style weddin’. I told her she’s buggin’, but hey, it’s what she wants. So, yeah, ya ass is gonna haveta come in costume, nigga.” He laughs. “Holla back.” What kinda shit is that? Who the fuck ever heard of a muhfucka gettin’ married on Halloween night? I think, savin’ the message.
The fourth message is from Maleeka. “Hey, Alley Cat, this is ya girl, Maleeka. Hit me back. You already know what it is. Don’t have me waitin’ too long, nigga.” Delete.
The last message makes me bust out laughin’. It’s from Vita, soundin’ skeed the fuck up. “Alley Cat, call me as soon as you get this. Me and Naomi were here drinking and out of nowhere she tells me you tried to sneak in her room while I was at work. I told her she was lying. But she swears by it. I don’t wanna believe her, but she’s never lied to me before. And she really doesn’t have any reason to start now. So call me ’cause I need to know if it’s true.” Hell no, I didn’t try to sneak in her room; I did. And I fucked her down into the mattress. Mighty inter-estin’ the bitch didn’t say shit ’bout gettin’ fucked in Vita’s bed, but she tries to play me out. Delete. She wants the truth; then that’s the fuck what she’s gonna get it.
My cell rings. It’s Vita. Yo, what the fuck?! “Yo?”
“Did you get my message?” she asks, soundin’ tight.
“What message?”
“The one I left ’bout two hours ago.”
I lie. “Nah, I didn’t get it. What was the message?”
“Did you try to sneak in my cousin’s room while I was at work?”
“Yo, you want the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Aiight, then. No, I didn’t try ’n sneak in ya peoples’ room while you were at work.”
She sighs. “I knew you wouldn’t do me like that. I knew that drunk bitch was lying.”
“Yeah, she definitely was. But did she tell you how she came up in your room when you left for work in a skimpy-ass robe watchin’ a muhfucka playin’ with his dick?”
“She did whaaat?”
I repeat myself. “And then she let me fuck her. Right in ya bed. Instead of her sayin’ no, she asked me why I was fuckin’ a bitch like you. Did she tell you that?”
Silence.
“You
want the truth, baby. The truth is ya girl is a slut. The truth is, you told her how good I was servin’ you this dick and she wanted to see for herself. And I bust that ass down. Why you think she was still knocked the fuck out when you came in from work? Why you think she was limpin’?”
“OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod…I don’t believe this shit. You’re lying.”
Silence.
“What the fuck I gotta lie for? Let her show you that lil’ black butterfly she has up over her shaved pussy. Let her show you her pierced clit.”
