Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs) (13 page)

“Nah, she don’t know,” Shanna said, opening the car door.

“I’m outta here. I’m getting ready to crash this damn crap game.”

“Whatever, ho. Handle your business,” Mecca told her, and pulled off. Then she turned to Roz.

“Bitch you should have hooked me up with Kay, instead of Angel’s ass. That nigga is too fine. I like his build. He’s big, but not bulky. He got the six-pack goin’ on, big muscular arms, and to top it off, he’s bowlegged. That ho can’t handle him. Plus, do you really think that Miss ‘I ain’t fuckin’ no drug dealers, I’m waitin’ on Snake’ is gonna give him some?

“Hell fuckin no.” She answered her own question.

“What a fuckin waste. I know she ain’t going to fuck the nigga.”

“Yes she is. It’s just a matter of time. That ho is dying to give

up the pussy, especially to him,” Tasha stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m dyin’ to give it up, too. He was all over her, tonguin’ her down, playing in her hair! Did you hear him say fuck that lawyer nigga?” Mecca asked. They all laughed.

“I am really hatin’ right about now ”

“Yeah, I heard. Lawyer boy obviously ain’t game-tight. I heard everything. I was tryin’ not to be nosy but couldn’t help over-hearing,” Sanette said.

“And stop hatin’!”

When Trae put the key in the door, Tasha was just fixing his late.

“Yo ma, it smells good,” Trae said, moving up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her on the cheek. “You miss me?”

“You know I do. You could’ve at least called. I would rather hear your voice than get flowers and stuffed animals that I have no more space for,” Tasha vented.

“Aren’t we cranky? Must be that time.”

“I’m not cranky. I just miss you. That’s all.”

“This time next month all this runnin’ will be over. Then you’ll be tired of having me around.” She didn’t respond. “Did you hear what I said?”

“I heard you,” she answered.

“It’s almost over.”

“I hope so. What would you like to drink?” she asked, not wanting to get her hopes up too high.

“It don’t matter.” Trae went into the living room, sat on the couch, and grabbed the remote. When Tasha came into the living room he was going back and forth between CNN and ESPN. She set his dinner tray down on the coffee table. “Thank you baby.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” she told him, returning to the kitchen.

She came back with a bowl of sliced strawberries, a can of whipped cream, honey, and a spoon. She sat down next to Trae, who was already eating. Trae watched her pour honey on the strawberries, drown them in whipped cream, and dig in with her spoon.

“Oh God! This is so good.” She moaned through the whole bowl, putting the last spoonful to his lips.

“Nah, go ahead and enjoy,” he said.

“I was starting to get jealous. I thought you were getting ready to bust a nut over there.” “Baby don’t be “J” she cooed. “I’ll go fix you a bowl.”

“I already told you I wanted peaches and cream for dessert, not

strawberries and cream.” He was staring at her.

She squirted some whipped cream onto the spoon and gulped it down.
“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” She squirted some more whipped cream into her bowl, scooped some up on her finger, and this time Trae methodically licked the cream off of her finger. Then he kissed her, running his tongue across her lips.

“Why you keep lookin’ at me like that?”

“Because I think you’re pregnant.”

“Pregnant? Baby I’ve been taking my birth control pills like clockwork. I can’t be pregnant.” She got indignant.

“When is the last time you had a period?”

“I believe the pill has been making it irregular. So we can’t go by that.”

“A’ight, you know your body,” Trae said, polishing off his plate with a smirk on his face.

“Trae do you feel that all of this hustlin’ you’re doin’ is worth it?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“As long as you’re with me, hell, yeah! You the biggest thing in my little itty-bitty world. I promise you my hustlin’ days are just about over.”

After Tasha cleaned up the kitchen, they showered together then went to bed. Tasha climbed on top of Trae and began kissing him nice and slow, sliding her tongue in and out and sucking his lips. When he put his tongue back into her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it, sucked it nice and slow for a while, then changed to sucking it hard and fast. Then she went back to the soft and sensual kisses. She could see that Trae was really enjoying it but stopped anyway to grab a pillow, placing it under his neck and back.

“You know that you’re all I need, right?” He told her. “Shut up Trae. I want to fuck and get sucked.”

She sucked his tongue and licked his lips some more before raising up and allowing him to slide inside her. He reached up and began massaging her breasts.

“They’re sore, Trae.” He let them go and grabbed her butt to pull her closer. He watched her movements get faster and faster until she came. He flipped her over and played with her clit, licking it until she came again.

“Ma, your legs are getting heavier and heavier,” he teased, as he unwrapped them from around his neck. He then climbed on top of her to lick on her nipples.

She moaned and gently put her hands back on his head, then motioned for him to go back where he just came from. He ran his tongue down the middle of her chest to her stomach and navel then up and down the inside of her thighs before zoning in on her clit, making her cum again with more intensity than the previous time. He unwrapped her legs before flipping her over onto her stomach, bending her knees, and pushing them all the way up. He squeezed her hips tight and slid all the way in.

“Trae,” she moaned. “Trae.” The deeper he went in, the harder he got, and the louder she moaned. Trae was now in the zone, grinding faster and faster.

“Trae baby, slow down. It’s hurting,” she whined. He pulled back some and came soon after that. He rolled off her and started laughing.

She turned over and sat up. “What’s so funny? You were hurting me,” she said, punching him in the chest.

He rolled over and grabbed her around the waist causing her to fall back onto his chest.

“Stop playing!” she complained. “You were hurting me.”

He got on top of her, pinned her down and whispered in her ear, “I told you ‘you’re pregnant’!” Then he rolled off her. She sat up to get out of the bed, but he pulled her back down. “I’m telling you, Tash, you’re pregnant.”

“How would you know?”

He reached over and turned on the lamp. “Look at your breasts. Look at how full they are and how dark they are around the nipples. I don’t care what you say, but you ain’t had no period in a while. And look at all them fuckin’ strawberries you been eatin’ strawberries and cream, strawberry milkshakes, strawberry daiquiris. You have never eaten strawberries like that before. But the most important thing is your cervix door is closed shut. Any other time, I’m able to go deep as I can and you love it. Now I’m hittin’ up against that wall and it’s hurting. Accept it. Them fuckin’ birth control pills didn’t work. Not this time.”

“No, fuck that!” She covered her face with a pillow.

“Baby I really hope that you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“What’s up with the disappointment?”

She ignored him. “How you know how it feels to fuck a pregnant woman? I thought you didn’t have any kids.”

“Remember the day I asked Kay when he called why he gave that bitch my cell number? That was his sister. I used to fuck with her. She got pregnant, but at four and a half months, got an abortion. If she wasn’t Kay’s sister, I would have blown her fuckin’ brains out. I haven’t spoken with her since.”

“Why the hell was she calling you, then?”

“Every so often she tries to get me to talk to her so that she can give me some bullshit story on why she killed my baby. She wants me to forgive her and pretend like nothing happened.”

“Why did she do it? And why did she wait so late?”

“Being a fuckin’ evil, vindictive bitch.”

“I don’t even want to know what you did to make her go that far.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Was you fuckin’ around on her?”

“Am I fuckin’ around on you?”

“I don’t think you are. I hope you’re not because if I catch you I’m fuckin’ you up. Was you fuckin’ around on her?”

“Yeah, I was, but that don’t got shit to do with killing my baby.”

“Y’all niggas got a lot of nerve. We have to be true to keep y’all, but y’all can fuck around.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ around on you Tash. Those were my wildin’ out days. I told you already ‘you’re all I need.’ Trust and believe that. Now back to my question. Why are you so disappointed?”

“I’m not ready to have a baby. You know I want to give you a baby, but not now.”

“How come not now? There’s never a perfect time.”

“I’d prefer that you wouldn’t be in the game where your odds for going to jail or getting buried are stacked against you. You asked me to take a chance with you, not you and a baby. That’s asking too much.”

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I love you, and you love me, right?”

“You know that, but that still doesn’t have anything to do with you being around. Plus, I’m looking forward to putting my degree to use very soon. A baby will delay that.” She tried to make him understand.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere. We got money. We can work through this and get a live-in nanny so you still can do whatever you want to do. We’ll be fine. I promise. It’s me and you. I ain’t going nowhere,” he said.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Just trust me and have my baby, a’ight? Do you love me?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you gonna trust me and give me a big ol’ healthy son?”

“You promise you won’t leave us?”

“Promise.”

“Do you love me?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I do. I love you and our baby. I need you to trust me Tasha.”

The next day he took her to the doctor. She was six weeks pregnant even though she was on the pill. Trae was ecstatic.

Trae and Tasha had to go to New York to get something to wear to Kay’s birthday party this coming Saturday. Trae had booked the ballroom at the Ritz Carlton in New York and hired Fat Man Scoop as the deejay.

They first stopped at a Gucci shop where Trae picked out a stomach-revealing black spider wrap for Tasha and a silk pin-striped miniskirt. She picked out a pair of black Jimmy Choo sandals and a bag to match. Trae topped it off with a pair of diamond earrings. Her tab came to $8,300. They continued to his tailor where he showed them her pin-striped skirt and he had a suit made to match. He also got some black gators, a pair of black Stacy Adams, and they were ready to floss. His tab came to $6,900.

Angel and Tasha were riding over to see Kyra and the baby when Angel’s cell phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Red, what up?”

“It’s all about you, Kaylin,” she purred like a sexy kitten.

“That’s what a nigga needs to hear,” he said, smiling. “I’m picking you up in the morning so we can go shopping and get this weekend poppin’ right.”

“I have to work, Kaylin. Can’t we go later on in the evening?”

“Take a half day and I’ll pick you up at the job.”

She knew there was no way out of it. Whatever Kaylin wanted, he got. Plus, his party was a few hours away. “Call me at eleven, and I’ll tell you what time to come.”

“A’ight, I can do that.”

“Tell me, Kaylin, what kind of birthday present do I get for a man who already has everything?”

“I already told you I want you for my birthday present.” “Kaylin, I’m serious.”

“I’m serious, too. I want to tie you up and tongue-kiss the kitty cat. That’s the only present I care about. You gonna hook a brotha up for his birthday or what? I thought you just said that it was all about me,” he teased. “I’m getting mixed messages.”

“I did. I’m already your date. Don’t you think that’s enough?”

“You just asked me what I wanted for my birthday so I told you.”

Angel laughed. “I guess I set myself up for that one. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Kaylin.”

“Hold up! Why are you rushing me off the phone?”

“What else do you have to say, Kaylin?”

“I need to ask you something personal.”

“What is it?”

“Are you orgasmic?”

“Kay, that is personal and none of your business.”

“It will be my business. Are you?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“Because I want to know what I’m working with. I have to plan my strategy. Some females don’t have orgasms. Some can only have one big one, and others are able to cum again and again. Which category are you in?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know!”

“Oh, so you’re not going to answer my question?”

“No. Why don’t you tell me what am I working with. How long can you keep it up? One minute? Two? Five?” She looked at Tasha and mouthed, “Watch this.”

“No,” she said.

“Let me guess. Word is, most brothas that work out a lot and have those nice bodies got a small dick. Therefore, you probably couldn’t even hit my G-spot. And see¬ing that you are so aggressive, you’re probably a one-minute man. Therefore you wouldn’t be able to make me cum anyway.

“And since you are so fine, you probably can’t give good head. They say that y’all fine brothers think that y’all are too cute to give head but y’all love to receive. So again, you wouldn’t be able to make me cum. So therefore, my brotha, it really doesn’t matter what category I fall under, does it?” Tasha was laughing at Angel so hard she was holding her stomach.

“A sista who can talk shit, I like that. In the middle of all that smack you was talkin’, at least I’ve learned that you are orgasmic. You cum when a nigga hits that G-spot and you cum when a nigga gives that clit a fit. But it sounds like you got me twisted up with that lawyer nigga you’ve been trying to save yourself for. Because first chance I get, Kay is gonna turn your fine, stuck-up ass inside out, with hardly any effort.”

“Oh, it’s like that?” Angel closed her eyes at the thought of him rocking her world.

“You can trust and believe that it’s like that. Where are you?” “Why?”

“What?” he laughed. “Are you scared to tell me?”

“I’m in the car with Tasha. We’re on our way to see our god-daughter.”

“What time are you gonna be home?”

“Why?”

“I’m coming over.”

“No you’re not. I have to get up early to go to work.” “I’m still coming over.”

“No you’re not. You won’t get in. Call me tomorrow at 11:00 like we discussed.”

“I need your job number.” She gave it to him.

Trae was with Kay, so Kay let him talk to Tasha. “Red, I’ll catch you later on tonight. Give the phone to your girl.”

“You’ll catch me at 11:00 tomorrow Kaylin.” She passed the phone to Tasha.

“What up, mommy? You a’ight?” Trae asked.

“I’m okay. I have my very first prenatal visit tomorrow.” “What time?”

“One-thirty.”

“If I’m not already at the house, I will be there by 12:30. A’ight?”

“Okay.”

“You still in love with me?”

“I am.”

“I’ll catch you later.” He hung up.

Tasha passed Angel her phone. “Girl, you are crazy. Why was you clownin’ Kay like that?”

“I was just messing with him. Now I’ll sit back and see what he’s made of. So far so good.”

“Do you think his dick is small?” Tasha asked, bursting with laughter.

“Girl, puhleeze. I really was messing with him when I said that. Remember that night you told him I was out there in Mecca’s ride?”

“Yeah.”

“When he lifted me out the car, his dick was stretched out along his thigh. He put me right on it and slid me down on it in slow motion. Oh my God! It was long and hard. I wanted to say please do that again.” They both started laughing. “I played it off and acted like nothing happened. The nigga is smooth.”

“So if he comes over tonight, are you letting him in?”

“What do you think?”

At 3:58 a.m. Angel’s alarm went off, and the phone rang at the same time. She smacked the alarm off then reached for the phone. “What is it, Kaylin? I know it’s you.”

“I’m comin’ up the elevator now. Open the door.”

“I’m still in the bed, Kay.”

“You gotta get up and get ready for work. It’s 4:00. You might as well let me take you since I’m going home anyway. Just let me crash on your couch for an hour. Come open the door.” He hung up.

She rolled out of the bed, grabbed her robe, and went to un-lock the front door.

“What up, beautiful?” he said to her when she opened the door. “Here’s your paper.”

“Thanks.” She took it from him and closed the door. “We need to leave by 6:00, Kaylin.”

“A’ight.” He looked at his Rolex. “It’s 4:05 now. Wake me up at 5:30,” he said, pulling off his shirt and stretching out on the couch.

Angel showered and shaved her legs, then flossed and brushed her teeth, and moisturized her skin. By the time she came out the bathroom Kay was sprawled out on her bed snoring. She just looked at him and shook her head. She put on her underwear and stockings, threw on a robe, and went into the kitchen, where she had a bran muffin and orange juice while flipping through the newspaper.

“Kay it’s 5:30. Kay!” She shook him. He rolled over onto his back then sat up. “Why are you in my bed?” she asked.

“Your couch ain’t comfortable Red. I need a washcloth and a toothbrush,” he said, eyeing her like a luscious piece of fruit.

“Clean washcloths are in the bathroom, and there should be a new toothbrush in the medicine cabinet.”

He looked at his Rolex. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” “I’m waiting on you to get out of my room.”

“I’m not gonna bite you,” he said smiling. “Not yet.” He left out of the bedroom.

She scented up, got dressed, and fingered her hair. Then she went into the kitchen to pack her lunch. Kay was downing her entire carton of orange juice. “You ready, beautiful?” he asked.

“Just about,” she said, leaving out the kitchen to get her purse and briefcase. They left out the house, jumped into a Rover, and headed for New York. They enjoyed each other’s company during the trip, the only problem being Kay wanting to listen to Tom Joyner while Angel wanted to listen to Doug Banks. Angel won.

After dropping Angel off at work Kay called Trae. They dis-cussed what little business they could over the phone before Trae asked, “So, playa, you just fuckin’ with Red or what?”

Kay was putting out his blunt. “What you think, dawg? What it look like?”

“Alls I know is you ain’t chase no pussy like this in a long while.” “Fuck you, dawg!” Kay said laughing. “You forgot how you was chasin’ Tasha.”

Trae had to laugh at that. “Hell, yeah! A playa’s got to do what a playa’s got to do. I ain’t even gonna front. I had to beg, grovel and scheme, but it was worth it. She don’t give a nigga no problems and now she about to have my baby. Hell, yeah, I’m ’bout it, ’bout it!”

“Dawg, Red reminds me of them Catholic school girls we used to chase. Their parents have them locked down, but they be so hot and tryin’ so hard not to give it up. She’s a challenge, but I like it. I’ma turn her stuck-up ass out. She don’t even know what she got herself into. I’m diggin’ her, though. She’s just what I need for now.”

“A’ight, playa, handle your business. Don’t fuck her around, though. Tasha won’t let me hear the last of that shit. Ever!”

“I’m feeling her, man.” Kay hung up and headed home to take a nap, bathe, and get ready to pick up Angel from work at 1:00.

Kay was in the lobby ten minutes early with a bouquet of flowers and dressed in an Armani suit, tie, and shirt with diamond cuff links and rocking braids.

“You must be here to see Ms. Smith. She said she was expecting someone,” said the young receptionist with a grin.

“Can you tell her that Kaylin is here? Thanks.”

The receptionist picked up the phone and called her. “She said she’d be down in five minutes.”

A few minutes later Najee came through the front door. He went straight to the receptionist to thumb through his messages. He turned around, saw Kay, and nodded to him.

“Kaylin, right?” “What up, man?” Kay greeted Najee.

“It’s obvious that you got the best hand,” Najee said with a handshake. “I like this suit, man.”

“Thanks.”

“What do you do?” Najee inquired.

Kay pulled out a business card and handed it to him. Najee looked it over.

“Recycling. You contract with the government?”

“We’ve won contracts for the last three quarters.”

“I hear you. If you ever need any assisting or consulting, here’s my card.”

Just then Angel walked into the lobby. She was wearing a red and black Christian Dior jacket and skirt. Kay looked at her and smiled. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, handing her the flowers and kissing her on the lips. Najee almost jumped out of his skin.

“Mmmm Kaylin, they smell so good,” she said, sniffing them. “Thank you.” Then to Najee who was looking at her she said, “I put everything you needed on your desk. I’ll be in at seven tomorrow. Page me if you have any questions.”

“Okay,” he said, all the while looking at Angel, “I need to return a few of these messages.”

“A’ight, man,” Kay said, watching the action closely with a smirk as Najee disappeared out of the lobby.

“Kaylin you’re making me look like a bum.”

“I could never do that, ma. You look hot! You ready?”

“Bye Kisha,” she said to the receptionist, sniffing her flowers again. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

When they got outside, Angel was expecting to see the Rover, but instead was helped into a Mercedes SUV like Tasha’s, Kay opening the door for her.

The first stop was to get her squared away. She picked out a dark olive two-piece Versace blouse and skirt costing $3,610 and matching dark olive sandals and bag by Robert Clergisie for $940. Her jewelry cost over $2,000.

The next stop was at Kay’s tailor. He gave them her outfit, and they made him a matching rich dark olive three-piece suit. He also bought some dark olive gators. His tab was $6,000.

By the time they finished shopping and sat down to eat it was 6:30. “What do you want to do after we eat?” Kay asked her as they sat looking out of the window at the rain.

“I need to go home. I have to be up and out by five in order to get to work by 7:00.”

“Why don’t you spend the night at my house? I can take you to work in the morning. At least you wouldn’t have to catch a train. You can leave my house at 6:30 and be in your office by 7:00.”

Angel looked at him. “Nah, that’s okay.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not a rapist. I have two guest bedrooms.”

“Sounds convenient, but I don’t have what I need to stay overnight. What’s the matter? You don’t feel like driving me back to Trenton?”

“Look how hard it’s raining. It’s storming pretty bad. Instead of driving in this weather for three hours we can get to my house in less than an hour. Neiman Marcus is right up the street. We can run in and get whatever you need to spend the night.”

She acted like she didn’t hear that and changed the subject. “What am I going to do about my shoes, Kay? I can’t get these wet. They cost $350. My suit can be put in the cleaners, but nothing can be done for the shoes.” It was raining so hard they could barely see.

“Take them off and put them in your purse. I’ll carry you to the car.”

“That’ll work.” She smiled. “Now that’s what I call a gentle-man’s hospitality.”

After motioning to the waiter to bring the check and paying the bill he said to her, “You ready?” He then took out his keys and swooped her up gently. Angel giggled as she wrapped one arm around his neck and pushed the door open with the other. She was hollering about how cold the rain was as he jogged to

the Benz but seemed to be enjoying it. By the time they got to the car they were soaked and out of breath.

“Oh my God!” she yelled excitedly, pulling off her wet stockings.

Kay turned on the car and the defogger and took off his tie and shirt. “There should be a gym bag back there on the floor with a clean towel, T-shirt, shorts, and socks.”

Angel unzipped it, handing everything to him, and took off her wet jacket which was making her cold. Underneath she had on a silk, sleeveless camisole. She grabbed the towel and dried off his hair, face, neck and chest. He hit the button moving the seat all the way back, pulled off his pants, and put on the shorts and T-shirt.