Nude Awakening (16 page)

TWENTY-FOUR

Bayview Condo, Fisher Island

Swagga was in the den lounging with Cindy resting her head on his lap. The two were smoking weed and tripping hard off an old Bernie Mac DVD. Yaffa was out on the balcony talking on his cell phone with the glass door closed.

Swagga had visited two of his three baby mothers. He had sex with one and got his dick sucked by the second. The ony child he really loved was his firstborn. He had wanted to see her tonight. After passing the weed back to Cindy, he picked up his mobile phone.

“Who you calling?” Cindy asked, after exhaling a lung full of smoke.

“Dumb ass Kendra,” he said, blocking out his number.

“Oh.” She shrugged. She knew all three of his baby mother’s only because he had told her about them.

Swagga closed his eyes for a few seconds. The line started to ring. On the seventh ring it was answered.

“Hello?”

“Yo, whut up? Been tryin’ to call your ass all day.”

“What do you want, Marcus?”

“My name is Swagga! I told you ‘bout that shit! Look, I wanna see my seed.”

“It’s almost ten o’clock and I’m sure Carmelita is sleep.”

“Wake ’er up then.”

“I’m not home, okay? And even if I was I would not wake her up. You need to call at a more sensible time because—”

“Where the fuck you at?”

“I’m at—minding my damn business! Look, you sound high or drunk, so don’t be calling me with this bullshit, Marcus!”

“Fuck that! What time you gonna be home? I’m comin’ by.”

“You can shut that shit down! Carmelita is at the babysitter and you know damn well that I don’t want to see you!”

“Fuck you always trippin’ fo’? You wasn’t being such a bitch when you was suckin’ my dick in the mop closet!”

“Try that shit on somebody else, Marcus!”

Swagga hung up the phone in her face. “Stupid bitch!”

“Don’t let her stress you out,” Cindy said and rolled over to her stomach. All she had on was a tank-top and a pair of white panties.

“Can’t nobody stress me out!” he said, reaching down to slide his palm over her exposed butt cheeks.

“That feels good,” she said, looking at the TV. “Hey, what’s the deal with Chyna doing that favor for ya?”

Swagga instantly went on his guard at any mention of Chyna. He did not trust Chyna at all. “Should go down this Friday.”

“How much she charge?”

“Um . . . fifteen hundred.” Swagga leaned back rubbing his face.

“You staying with me tonight?”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “And I want some pussy.

Trevon leaned on his Jaguar as Kendra strutted back across the parking lot. He had seen her shouting into her phone while standing next to her Jeep Grand Cherokee.

“Sorry about that,” she said, massaging her forehead.

“That was your baby’s father?”

“Unfortunately it was.”

Trevon glanced up at the full moon.

“Beautiful, ain’t it?” Kendra said, looking up at the moon.

“Yeah. Funny how I realized that I haven’t seen it that much. In prison, I was back inside before it got dark. Feels strange to even be outside this late.”

“You’re free, Trevon.” She reached out to touch the side of his face.

Before he could react, she quickly removed her hand.

“When will I see you again?” he asked. “I really enjoyed this date.”

“You have a—”

“I’m not talking about an interview at your office,” he said, catching her off guard. Trevon pulled her up against his body.

Kendra planted her hands on his solid chest. His hands felt good on her waist.

“I’m your parole officer, Mr. Harrison.” She grinned.

“So what? You wanna lock me up now?”

“How about I just put the cuffs on you and have my way with you?”

Trevon took a chance and made a bold move by slipping his hands down to her ass. Kendra felt her nipples getting hard as well as his dick. Her mind quickly jumped back to that porn DVD she had of him.

I KNOW he can slang it! Mmm, I feel it growing. Calm down. I can’t act like a ho.

“I have to go pick up my baby, Trevon.”

Trevon gave her ass a soft squeeze. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“On a personal level . . . we can do another date this weekend.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Um, you know we have to be discreet about this.”

“Trust me, I understand.”

Kendra cleared her throat. “About your family,” she pressed. “You didn’t say anything about your father.”

“He was never in the picture. At least not my real dad. I know it’s a harsh thing to say . . . but I don’t have no feelings for him.”

Kendra looked into his eyes. “Goodnight Trevon,” she whispered and smiled.

Minutes later, he was pulling out behind her in his ride. He had no idea how things would turn out with her. She was nothing like LaToria and Jurnee. Shit, Kendra had not allowed a mere kiss to pop off on their first date. Trevon’s only issue was the chance of bumping heads with Swagga.

Why out of all the women in Miami I gotta have the sloppy seconds behind Swagga? Shit crazy! I should be straight now. My damn parole officer is feeling me! Trevon looked at the empty passenger seat. One day, he hoped he could fill it with a special someone.

LaToria rolled over in her bed with changing thoughts of calling Trevon. Jurnee was asleep on the other side of the bed. LaToria looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It glowed 12:37 a.m.

It’s too late to call him. Shit! He has not made an effort to call me! Ain’t about to sweat no nigga. Fuck no. LaToria squeezed the pillow. Maybe I need to give Swagga another chance. At least he did ask me to marry him. Reaching for her cell phone, she sent Swagga a text message.

Cindy had Swagga stretched out on the floor bouncing hard on his dick. She was doing it reverse cowgirl style, so he could see her ass clapping. Her titties flopped loosely as her nails dug into his legs. Swagga had a pillow under his head and his hands gripped the pointy heels of her shoes.

“Ahhhh Swagga!” Cindy moaned as sweat coated her naked body. This was about the only time she could get the best out of the dick. “Ýessss! All. Up. In. My. Pussy!”

They did it with the lights on. She threw her head back, whipping her dreads. Slowing down, she eased up off the dick then backed her pussy up to his face. She rolled her pussy all over his face, smearing it with her juices. Taking him into her mouth had him moaning. At least he’s good at sucking pussy. She torqued her tongue ring all over his dick. Using her special tricks, she began to suck just the tip while pumping his shaft. His legs stiffened, followed by his toes balling up. Keeping her lips wrapped around him, she swallowed the first of his three-spurting climax. Pressing her pussy against his mouth, she squirmed herself to a huge orgasm. She knew he was in a freaky mood when he slid his tongue over her asshole.

When her legs were able, she stood up.

“Where Yaffa?” Swagga reached for his boxers.

“Out on the balcony,” she replied, picking up her panties off the floor.

“Go tell ‘im I’m ‘bout ready. I gotta use the bathroom.”

“You still taking me to the beach tomorrow?”

“Yeah. And your ass betta be ready when I get here.”

She waited until he closed the bathroom door before giving him the bird. As the norm, she wanted to tease Yaffa again. She left her tank top draped across the arm of the sofa with the intention to go topless. Turning the TV back on, she spotted Swagga’s phone on the floor beside his Timberland boots. Her curiosity got the best of her. With a quick search, she viewed all of his recent calls then pulled up the text message application. Her face turned upside down when she came across the text message from Kandi.

She quickly deleted the text, then put his phone back how she had found it. Of all the other bitches, Kandi was the only one she felt could take Swagga’s full attention.

Trevon was back in the tiny motel room. He left the lights off. Turning his phone on, he felt a touch of loss when he saw no messages from LaToria. He wanted to hear her voice. Gotta play my position. I can’t call her. If she wanted to talk she know how to reach me. He turned the phone off then took his shoes off. The dead quiet reminded him of the prison dorms after lock down. He did not want these thoughts or harsh memories. He now realized how a man could be mentally trapped in his own prison. Any dream about prison was a nightmare for Trevon. They broke him out in cold sweats. Sleepless nights.

TWENTY-FIVE

September 30, 2011

Friday, 11:30 a.m. - Miami, Florida

Trevon managed to make it to Friday without losing his mind. His help came in the surprising form of late night phone calls from Kendra. He now knew the worth of a woman that could carry on a decent conversation that was not centered on sex. He was still staying in the motel, but Kendra promised him that the apartment would be ready next week. Trevon looked forward to having his own crib, no matter how small it was.

On Wednesday, Janelle had called him to the office. She got right to the point and told him that she knew about the issue between him and LaToria. She wanted to know if he would have a problem working with LaToria in the future. He told her he had no beef with LaToria. A surprise came when Janelle told him about Jurnee and LaToria. The two had taken a spur of the moment vacation up to New York. Before he left her office, she told him to be ready to start his next film sometime late next month.

Today he was taking his XJL to be hand washed. This was a relaxing moment for Trevon. Besides, he loved watching the thick bikini clad women washing his ride. Under the cloudless Carolina-blue sky, he turned into the corner parking lot where the hand wash was located. As always, there was a line. Trevon turned in and pulled up behind a ’85 Buick Regal sitting on 28s. There were numerous car systems playing at once. Trevon had the only Jaguar on the spot, but all the attention was on a ghost white Ferrari 458 Italia. Even Trevon found himself bending his neck to check out the Ferrari. He had assumed it was being driven by a dude. He was proven wrong when all eyes fell on this bad ass Asian chick strutting toward the 458. Two D-Boys hopped out of a brown Donk Chevy to holler. The chick ignored them. Trevon shook his head. She’s out of my league. He settled back in the seat, watching the Ferrari as it pulled off. His attention grew when he saw it slowing alongside his ride. He sat up. His window was lowered in sync with the Ferrari. He slid his shades off to get an unobstructive view of the honey behind the wheel.

“Nice ride,” Chyna said.

“I can say the same about yours.” Trevon nodded at the sports car.

“Forget these rides. I see we have something in common. We both like white. My name is Chyna. What’s yours?”

“Trevon.”

“Got a girlfriend?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be having this urge to ask for your number.”

Chyna smiled. “How about I give you my address? I do have a man, but I feel like having a little fun.” Chyna lowered the sunglasses off his face. “But I have a feeling that there is nothing little about you.”

Trevon smiled. Damn! I got it going on! Just be smooth. Don’t act too pressed. “Where are you located?”

“I have a crib in Coral Gables.”

Trevon noticed a few haters looking his way as Chyna wrote down the address and phone number.

“What time can I expect your company?” Chyna asked after handing Trevon the address.

“Um, how about later on? Like five o’clock or something like that.” He wanted to play it smooth and not look desperate. Truth be told, he wanted to follow the Ferrari now. Fuck the car wash.

“Five o’clock is perfect,” Chyna agreed.

South Beach, Miami Florida

Same Time

Cindy was easily looking fancy in a skimpy two-piece orange string bikini. She was out enjoying the perfect beach weather with Swagga and his entourage. She made sure she was looking fly for the ever present paparazzi hounding Swagga today. Cindy sat on a huge white beach towel under a yellow umbrella stuck into the warm sun baked sand. Looking out toward the ocean, she watched Swagga and Yaffa speeding around on their wave runners.

To her knowledge, Kandi had not tried to reach Swagga again. With that on her mind, she looked over to her left and spotted Swagga and Yaffa’s cell phones and one of Swagga’s platinum watches.

I bet that bitch might’ve tried to reach Swagga through Yaffa. Cindy looked around thebeach. This section was not open to the public. There were about seven other women, all white, laid out on towels getting a topless suntan. Acting quickly, she picked up Swagga’s mobile phone and checked it thoroughly. E-mails, text, IMs, phone calls, nothing. She felt at ease. Putting it back, she picked up Yaffa’s cell phone. First, she pulled up the calls received. She was going through a second time, when she noticed Chyna’s cell number. At first, Cindy did not think much of it. She assumed Swagga was having Yaffa set things up for that mess with Trevon. Just to be nosey, she went to the video app and glanced at a few titles of the video clips on the phone.

-Concert in NYC–5 min. 23 sec.

-Strip Club Suck-Off–7 min. 18 sec.

-Ho’s at Bike Week–10 min. 24 sec.

-Chyna and Swagga–30 sec.

Cindy snatched her shades off. She glanced up to see where Swagga and Yaffa were. She judged that they were half a mile down the beach. She pulled up the video clip having no idea what the clip would show. Cindy waited only a few seconds for the clip to download. Sitting up, she at first thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Her eyes popped open at the sight of Chyna vigorously sucking Swagga’s dick. Cindy closed her eyes. She went ahead and jumped to the conclusion that Swagga was a closet homosexual. Wait! Chyna is a transgender. She has a pussy, so technically Swagga is with a female. I bet this motherfucker only wanted to get up with Chyna. All this bullshit about Trevon is just a front! Something ain’t right. Cindy came up with an idea. She quickly typed in the command on the slider keyboard to forward the video clip to her cell phone. Once it was confirmed, she deleted the command from Yaffa’s phone. Cindy felt she was being played and used. She wondered how far Swagga had gone behind closed doors with his sex life. He was becoming suspect to her. Swagga allowed a known transgender in his home and in his bed. That last thought triggered an instant surge of rage in Cindy.

Swagga only took me to his crib twice since I’ve been fucking him. And he let this bitch Chyna up in his shit on the first fucking night!

Cindy had her beautiful face balled up when Swagga’s mobile phone made a soft chime to indicate an incoming text message. Acting on jealousy and anger, she read the text message once she saw it was from Chyna.

Everything is good! Met Trevon.

He will Cum
☺
see me @ my crib in Coral Gables @5. I will call u when he arrives. Chyna. 9/30/11, Fri. 11:42 a.m.

Cindy was really confused now. So the deal with Trevon is real. I still don’t like this bitch, Chyna dealing with my man! Cindy knew she would have to tell Swagga she had read the text message. It might backfire in her face if she deleted it. She had somewhat calmed down when Swagga returned with his crew.

“Whut up?” he said, dropping down behind her on the towel.

“Chyna sent you a text.”

“Huh?” Swagga’s stomach dropped. “You read it?”

“You know I did. Here.” She handed him the mobile phone over her shoulder.

Swagga took his phone. I gotta put a lock on my shit. His tense shoulders relaxed when he read the text. Damn! Chyna bagged that nigga already. Well, nigga gonna have a nude awakening when Chyna drops them panties.

“Where Yaffa at?” Cindy asked as Swagga slid on a pair of shades.

“’Bout to go back out.”

Cindy looked toward the surf. Yaffa had a topless Britney Spears look-a-like on the back of his waverunner. “So, what is Chyna supposed to do with this Trevon guy?”

“Expose him for being gay!” Swagga laughed.

“Chyna is a transsexual so how will he be viewed as a guy?”

“Transexual, she-sexual, what fuckin’ difference do it make? Chyna ain’t no real bitch! The muthafucka is mixed up in the head!”

“Really? So, any man that fucks with a transsexual or transgender is gay in your view?”

“Damn right he is! Shit, Chyna has the same number of ribs as I do! And that makes him a man in my book.”

“Why are you trying to set this guy up? What did he do to you?”

“Damn! Where 50 cent at? This the fuckin’ remix for ‘Twenty-one Questions?’”

“Oh, so now you ain’t gonna tell me!”

“Chill, yo. It ain’t that serious. Fuck Trevon. He in the way of something I’m trying to gain, so don’t worry about it, okay?”

Cindy stood up. “You’re being an ass, Swagga!” She picked up her cell phone.

“I’ma be in your ass if you don’t sit the fuck down and stop yellin’ in my fuckin’ ear!”

Cindy stormed off, stopped, kicked sand on Swagga, then ran off.

“Bitch!” Swagga let her go. He was used to her bitchy ways. He smiled, shaking his head. Trevon would be setup in a major way.

Cindy felt challenged by Chyna and the re-emergence of Kandi. She hated the fact that Chyna had gone behind her back to fuck with Swagga. Cindy strolled down the beach trying to figure out what was going on. She needed Swagga in her life. It was strictly for his money. Yeah, she was a bit pissed that Chyna had sucked his dick. She only felt this way because it was done behind her back. While walking on the hot sand, she turned her phone on to pull up the video clip of Swagga and Chyna. Slant-eyed bitch even sucked the dick better than me! Swagga never cries like a ho when I do it. I need to step up my game fo’ real

“Motherfuckers must think I’m stupid!” she murmured to herself. She came to a stop and looked back down the beach toward Swagga. She balled up her fist. Swagga had the guts to have another bitch massaging his back. Okay, he wants to play like that! It’s on fo’ real!