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Authors: Edd McNair

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Malaina pulled up twenty minutes later and came inside so they could smoke an el while Joy put on her finishing touches.
On her way out, Joy called Lady but got no answer. She figured she was in the shower, so she decided to go by her house and get her, since it was on the way.
As she was pulling in front of Lady's house, she saw a familiar car parked, and before she could say a word, Malaina yelled out, “Ain't that Minke car?”
“Hell, yeah! That his shit. I know that muthafucka ain't,” Joy said, surprised.
“What the fuck is your man doing around this bitch house, Joy?”
“I don't know, but I know this nigga ain't fuckin' her!” Joy yelled. “I know that bitch ain't fuckin' Minke and smiling in my goddamn face! I know she ain't!”
Joy had Malaina dial Lady's phone, and Lady answered. Malaina talked while Joy dialed Minke phone, and heard it ring in the background. Lady told Malaina she would meet them at the party, she had some money to finish getting, she would be about an hour.
Joy hadn't talked to Minke in about a week. They weren't talking much since she cursed his ass out and told him not to call no more.
About forty-five minutes later, Minke hit Joy's phone, talking real sweet. She asked him where he was, and he told her he was on the Eastern Shore, headed for the bridge, coming back from New York, and he wanted to see her later.
She told him she would call him when she got back home and hung up.
Joy thought he had hurt her as much as he could, but her heart fell to her stomach again, like it had done so many times before.
“Damn, girl! What do I do?” Joy asked sadly. She'd had him on speaker, and when he lied, she and Malaina looked at each other.
Malaina could see the hurt in her girl's face and could hear it in her voice.
Joy pulled the car over, her eyes filled with tears.
“Come on, Joy, don't let him do this to you again. Don't do it, Joy.”
Malaina reached out and hugged her girl, and Joy fell in her arms and let it go. She cried so hard, Malaina thought this was it. Her girl was going to have a breakdown.
“Fuck him, Joy! He not worth it. You see now, for real. He ain't shit, and he can't say shit to get out of this. You see it for yourself. A lot of shit can come at you, and people can tell you shit, but when you see with your own two eyes, it can't be denied.” Malaina tried to comfort her friend, letting her know, it was what it was, and to get over it.
“I know, girl, I know. But it still hurt, Malaina. It hurt so bad.” Joy wiped her face, trying to pull herself together. “I been done, girl, but I just can't believe this shit. And then that bitch hanging with us, smiling all in my face. Oh, no, she gettin' ready to see how this Brooklyn bitch get down.”
“Calm down now. Don't do shit stupid over their triflin' ass. You got everything going your way these days. Don't fuck it up.”
“Fuck that! I don't give a damn!” she yelled out of control. “I bet they pay for that shit. I hope he enjoyed that pussy, because it's gonna cost him his life. He think my sister Queen got Hitler. Bitch nigga, you ain't seen shit yet.”
They arrived at the party and parked in the parking lot of the hotel downtown Norfolk. She had to roll a Dutch and sit in the parking lot and take it to the head, to calm herself down, before going inside.
CHAPTER 18
On the other side of town, Minke was kicked back in the chair that sat in the lounge area of Lady's oversized master bedroom, his Rocawear jeans pulled down, bunched on top of his new butter Timbs, receiving some of the best head he'd ever experienced in this lifetime. He knew he was wrong for even accepting her invitation the other week when he ran into her at Upscale nightclub.
 
 
That night Lady eased up to him and asked what he was drinking then returned fifteen minutes later with the double shot of Rémy. He thanked her and thought she would keep it moving, but she started conversation like she really knew him.
It was innocent until she asked why he never came her way to party with some of the girls, like the other ballers in the city did. He let her know that she did his girl head and that wa'n't no shit he got down with, he actually wanted to work things out with his kids' mother. Alecia was that real-ass bitch, they both were from BK, and she truly understood the shit in him that kept him going and knew how to handle him.
Lady was so offended, she sweetly burst his bubble, telling him about some of Joy's escapades. He responded by holding his cool, even though it fucked him up inside. He still let her know that her team was still too close to home and he would pass.
When he thought she would walk away, Lady looked him in his face and told him that he must want to fuck with the queen, since the other bitches didn't have his interest. That left a confused look on Minke's face. But it was washed away when she slid her number in his hand and asked him if Joy controlled him and his dick, that she didn't take him as one of those niggas who let a bitch tell him what he could do with his dick, before she walked off.
Later that night when she was leaving, she came by him and hugged him good night and whispered in his ear that she was going home and would be waiting on his call. He kept telling himself that it wasn't gonna happen, until he left the club with those shots of Rémy dwelling inside him and ended up at Alecia house and she wasn't home.
After two calls and smoking a Dutch, he called Lady. On his way over, he told himself, if he had to work for it, or if she wanted him to spend money, it wasn't happening. But to his surprise when he walked inside her house, she invited him straight to her room.
He walked behind her, watching her ass sway side to side through the long emerald green nightgown. He sat down on her bed as she lit a Backwood and handed it to him. He leaned back and put the Backwood to his lips.
While he took in the good taste of exotic weed, she reached down and began to massage his manhood. As it hardened, she unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing member, and before he knew it, she was on her knees, pleasuring him for minutes, before undressing him completely.
As Minke stood there naked, his dick in one hand and the el in the other, Lady lifted her nightgown and got on the bed on all fours with her legs wide, and ass up high, exposing her big, pretty, bald womanhood.
He reached in his pocket and threw on the Ultra Thin Trojan and slid inside of her. It felt so good, he didn't last as long as he usually would have. Once he came, he felt so guilty, he finished the el and made his exit, not caring if she ever gave him some pussy again.
But ever since Joy told him to fuck off, he'd been using Lady up, enjoying her every way possible. And every time she had some new shit with her. Always had on some sexy shit to make his dick harder and harder. And she drank and smoked, which made the evening flow. Even though he knew it wasn't right, he still couldn't stay away.
 
 
Tonight was no different.
When he came in this time, she wore a royal blue negligee that came down across her breast, barely covering her thick, erect nipples. They made it upstairs and sat in the lounge chair. Like always, she had an el already rolled.
As he lit it, she walked over to her CD player and turned it on, and the R. Kelly came flowing through. Lady began to dance and move so seductive, he instantly began to rise. When she threw her leg up on the side of the chair and he saw that the negligee came with a slit in it between the legs for easy access to her love, he was about to bust.
Lady stood him up and removed his Rocawear T-shirt and wife-beater. Then she began to kiss on his neck, sending shivers down his side, as she made her way down his developed chest.
Minke balled his fist and tensed up as she took his nipples into her mouth and licked and sucked. He thought he was gonna lose it, until she unbuckled his pants. And when they fell to the floor, she took his dick into her wet, warm mouth.
Minke's knees became weak. The sight of Lady on her knees, sucking his dick, holding his balls in her hand as she licked his shaft up and down, taking the head and slowly moving her tongue around it in a circular motion around the indented area that separated the head from the shaft, made it hard to keep his composure.
He knew she was about her business when she, all of a sudden, took his entire dick in her mouth and sucked him in. That had him shooting a hot load of semen down her throat. And she never stopped making sure he stayed hard.
Lady jumped on his dick instantly. He wasn't the hardest, but he wanted to fuck the hell out of her. But when that slick, warm, snug pussy wrapped around him, his dick stiffened up to full potential, and he threw it in her royally. Lady held on for dear life, both arms wrapped around his neck, until he exploded again.
Minke fell back in the chair, his body drained, and Lady fell into his arms. She felt good in his arms. He hugged her and pulled her close. She had outdone herself.
When he released her, she made her way to the bathroom. After she came out, he walked in and grabbed the cloth she'd left on the sink for him. He cleaned up and made his exit. He had every intention of coming back any chance he got.
CHAPTER 19
“You gonna be all right?” Malaina asked Joy as they approached the hotel room.
“I'm gonna be. You have no idea what the hell I feel inside,” Joy said calmly. “I can deal with a lot of shit, but don't play me like that.”
“I know—smile in your face while stabbing you in your back. Yeah, that's a real fucked-up move. I been there, Joy, you know it. But you can't let these fake-ass bitches break you.” Malaina knocked at the door.
Joy didn't say anything. She just had a crazy look in her eyes, as if she was there in body only.
The door opened, and they walked inside to find the party jumping, a room full of women being loud, drinking, and having a good time.
Kim came out of the room where the dancers were changing. When she saw Joy, she ran up and gave her a big hug. “Where you been, girl? Why the hell you ain't been answering your phone?” she asked all giddy, feeling nice from the shooters they'd been taking. She could see something wasn't right.
Kim hugged Malaina and asked her what was wrong.
“Nothing, girl,” Malaina said, shaking her head. “I'll holla at you later. Handle your business. Keep the party popping. Where the liquor? And where the entertainment?”
“They about to come out. That's what I was doing in the back,” she said, walking over and dimming the lights.
When the lights went low, two dancers came out the back to the Rick Ross blasting through the box of the CD player. They began dancing for the ladies as they gathered around. All you heard was the ladies' screams as the dancers removed all their clothing, exposing themselves, allowing their long, huge dicks to swing to their every movement.
One came up on Kim and began grinding, until she fell to the floor on her back. Then he climbed on top of her and acted as if he was fucking, making the crowd of women go crazy. His dick swung back and forth, and when he stuck his ass in the air, one lady reached in from behind and grabbed it.
The other women screamed with excitement.
The other dancer inched in front of the soon-to-be bride and began gyrating his hips. He grabbed his meat and began stroking it like he was jacking it off.
She stepped back embarrassed, and as it began to swell, her mouth fell open. She put her hand over her mouth, not knowing what to do. Then another lady came up crawling and kissed his dick, before trying to put it in her mouth. She only got his head in, when he jumped back from her, realizing she was drunk and wa'n't playing.
Some women yelled, “Ooooohhhhh!” at the sight of drunken women acting out.
Joy's mind had actually started to relax as she stood back watching the nude dancers work the room. This was some new shit she'd never seen.
Leave it to Kim,
she thought.
Joy and Malaina were downing two shooters when they saw Lady and two friends walk in the party. Joy's entire demeanor changed. Her eyes tightened, and her lips poked out, showing real attitude, as the women approached with smiles and hugs.
As Lady introduced her friends, Joy walked off to the other room she'd seen Kim go into. Lady could see something was wrong with her so-called friend but never thought it could be her. Lady and her girls got drinks and returned to the floor where the dancing was going on.
Joy was gone ten minutes when Malaina saw her and Kim come out the other room to the suite.
Joy's walk was different, her facial expression was different, and she'd removed the dangling earrings she was wearing earlier. She came and stood beside them.
“So what's wrong with you, Joy? Still got man problems? You need to let that shit go tonight and have a good time.” Lady couldn't understand Joy's distant attitude.
Malaina, tired of the fakery, felt she had to speak up. “You know what it is. She heard some more shit about Minke.”
“Let it go. You can't keep letting that nigga mess with your head. I told you, sometimes it's best that you just leave a no-good-ass man. Let his ass be gone,” Lady said like she was aggravated. “What the hell he do this time to disappoint my girl?”
Joy stared at Lady, gritting and shaking her head, her mouth twisted, becoming more enraged, not believing how sneaky she was coming off.
Malaina told her, “Girl, she found out who Minke was fuckin' around with behind her back.”
“Who?” Lady asked, surprised, trying to play it off
“You, Lady. Why would you do that shit to me?” Joy asked.
Lady's eyes got wide, and her heart started pounding. “What?” was all she got out her mouth.
Joy came across her face with the box cutter Kim had given her in the room, then a right cross to her jaw that dazed Lady and shocked her friends.
Lady began swinging, and so did Joy, but with every blow Lady threw, Joy came back slicing her face until Malaina got a head full of weave and slammed her backwards to the ground and began stomping her.
The two girls with Lady grabbed Joy but quickly stopped dead in their tracks when the .380 was placed to the head of the bigger one.
The commotion stopped, and they all stared at the little, short, fat girl with chrome burner in her hand.
“Get that bitch and get the fuck out my party! Can't stand a dirty bitch! Don't make me start laying hoes down!” Kim had a stern look, heart pounding. Her finger on the trigger, she was anxious to shoot.
Lady was holding her face, her hands full of blood, as her friends eased her out the door. And the guests, the bridal party, friends, and the dancers all made their exit.
 
 
Joy and Malaina rode in silence until they reached her house.
“You gonna be all right, Joy?” Malaina asked as they sat in the car smoking, trying to calm their bodies down.
“Believe me when I tell ya. I am straight. I don't know what happen.”
“Shit! I do. I knew where it was going. I couldn't look at the bitch another second and fake it. I was over it.”
“I know. I saw that shit. I had just told Kim when I went to the bathroom. She came in there and cornered me, asking me what was up. I told her what was up, and she was hot. She was like, ‘Confront that bitch, and let it pop.' She said she ain't really like her trifling ass no way.” Joy smirked.
“I like Kim. I ain't know she get down like that. That bitch wa'n't playing. Glad she wit' us.” Malaina smiled.
“Yeah, she real,” Joy said, thinking about how her girl got down. “You were there as always. I know you, though. I thought you were gonna set that shit off.” Joy gave Malaina a pound.
“I was going to. Then I said, ‘Naw, I'm gonna give her the honors. This her shit.' Better believe she gonna remember that shit, or should I say, she gonna wear that buck fifty and recognize every day that she fucked with the wrong Brooklyn bitch. Just be careful, because you know she called Minke by now.”
“I got something for his ass too.”
Joy picked up her phone and called Omari. Soon as he answered, she began fake-crying. “I told him, I told him I was done,” she cried.
“Told him what?” Omari asked. “Stop crying.”
“I told him I was fucking with you and I didn't want him coming around. He went off. Now I don't know what to do if he come around.” She continued to cry.
“I'll see you, baby. Stop crying.” He hung up.
Joy then looked at Malaina and smiled. “He on his way. I'll let him deal with Minke. He said he owed him something anyway. Let them battle that shit out, and maybe afterwards, both of them simple-ass niggas will disappear out my life.”
“You a trip, Joy. I guess they deserve what the hell they get, playing the games niggas play. Fuck 'em!” Malaina said, getting out the car. “Love you, Joy. Call me later. And please be careful.”
“I got this. Don't nobody give a fuck about Joy. Now I'm rolling the same way. Call me when you get home,” she said, making her way in the house.
Twenty minutes later Omari arrived at the house.
Joy answered the door in a light purple robe with nothing beneath it. He could see the print of her breasts, which was an automatic turn-on, and when he hugged her and they pressed against him, he was ready.
Omari knew the game Joy was playing but didn't care. All he wanted to do these days was to have fun. He realized she had Minke paying her bills, and was fucking the dude with the Magnum because he'd seen him bring her home several times. If Omari called, she wouldn't answer. So he knew she was full of game. So he'd got it in his mind that as long as she fucked and came off some dough, he was gonna use her as long as he could, which he knew wouldn't be long. So he came in the door ready for his pay.
Omari opened her robe and began fondling her breasts. Then he threw his fingers inside of her. She wasn't real wet, and she wasn't getting wet. That's how he knew she wasn't in the mood, for real, but he didn't care. She'd showed him how conniving she was, and he knew she was going to play it out.
They spent some time on the couch fondling each other. Then he stood up in front of her and unzipped his pants, his dick semi-hard.
“Get me hard, baby. I want you so bad,” he lied.
When Joy had called, Omari had just finished fucking the girl he was living with, but she was fast asleep. She'd leaned over and took him in her mouth, leaving him speechless, only a smile on his face to show his gratitude.
Omari held Joy's head with both his hands as he stared down at her bobbing head and his meat easing in and out her mouth.
This is one thing that I would love to stick around for,
he thought
. And if fuckin' a nigga up shows her I care, that's nothing, if this kind of treatment continues.
Joy's phone rang just as the head was getting good, so he held her head snug and concentrated on cumming. It wasn't the easiest, because he had just came where he'd just left. He held her head snugly and began fucking her face, making her gag a couple of times, which was a humiliating move that turned him on and sent him over the edge. Then, as he released himself, his body jerked, and he watched cum run out the corners of her mouth.
Omari fell back on the couch, breathing hard. “Damn, baby! You are wonderful. Don't you ever try and leave me. I'll kill ya,” he said with a smirk.
You ain't gonna do shit but carry your punk ass, nigga. You getting this strictly because it's part of the plan, and I need you to carry this shit out.
Joy headed to the bathroom.
Then she made her way back to the couch and in Omari's arm, where they lay in deep thought, until they dozed off.
Her phone began to ring. She ignored the first two calls, but when it continued
,
she answered.
When Minke started asking her what the fuck happen, she put on a show for Omari, yelling and crying for him to please leave her alone and hung up, knowing he would keep calling.
 
 
It was dark when Minke came rushing through the door with a hostile attitude. He was surprised at the sight of Omari.
When he reached for his waist, Omari sprung on him like a cat, rushing him before he could get his gun, scooping him up, and slamming his body to the floor in the foyer, taking all the air out of him.
Omari pulled his burner out and started hitting Minke with the butt of the gun.
Minke was stunned but not hurt. He grabbed Omari's hand and twisted it. If Omari didn't roll with it, Minke would have broken his arm. Minke jumped to his feet, and so did Omari.
Still dazed, Minke pulled his burner and just started busting in the dark, but the shots from Omari's gun made him hit the ground and start scrambling for cover, then out the door on his knees, until he hit concrete. And he broke into a sprint, headed for his car.
The blood running down his face as he jumped in his whip told him he'd made a mistake going around there tonight. He took off after seeing the figure come out the door and the gun pointed in his direction. His life flashed before his eyes, coming to the conclusion that he'd put himself in a fucked-up situation over some pussy he wasn't even pressed for anymore.

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