Nude Awakening II (16 page)

CHAPTER

Seventeen

I Know Your Secret

Kendra was dumbfounded after she viewed the two videos of Swagga having sex with Chyna.

“Who else have you shown these to?” she asked, visibly shaken.

“Nobody but LaToria. I told Jurnee about it, but I never got the chance to let her see them.”

Kendra pushed the phone back to Trevon with a look of anger and disgust twitching across her face.

“Did you know he was bisexual?”

She tried to think back to any clues or hints that Swagga had a taste for men. “I can't believe this,” she murmured with her eyes lowered to the table.

“Were you uhhh—having unsafe sex with—”

“No!” she replied. “He never proved to me he could commit, so even when I was back with him, we used protection. He was upset about it, but now I'm glad I didn't give in.”

“That's good to hear,” he said, hoping she was being honest.

“What do you plan to do?”

He shrugged. “I was hoping you had some ideas.”

“He's the father of my child, Trevon,” she reminded him.

Trevon again faced a brick wall. “Well, this sure isn't something I expected to learn today.” She refused to look his way.

“Look. He
did
try to kill LaToria for this shit, and now that I have it—”

“You think he'll do something to you,” she admitted carefully.

“Something like that.”

“What were you planning to do without me knowing this?”

He shrugged. “Everyone keeps telling me that Swagga being gay or whatever won't be such a big deal. Really, I'm thinking about deleting this shit and just moving on with my life.”

“What's stopping you?” she asked curiously.

“I hate losing.”

“I have a question. Who's your favorite rapper?”

“Uh . . . alive, I'd say Rick Ross.”

“And what if he came out of the closet. Would you still support him?”

“Sure. But if you're trying to compare how the public will feel about Swagga, he ain't gonna admit what he did with Chyna.”

“Okay, you have a point.”

“And that still leaves me at point A. Not knowing what the fuck to do.”

“It's personal to me, Trevon,” Kendra said quietly as two waiters strolled by their table. “My life was at risk. What if he has STDs? That's my concern. I don't care about his rep or record sales. This is my life!” Tears began to well in her eyes. “I know he was unfaithful to me. But I—I never would have thought that he had gay tendencies.”

“What do you want me to do with the videos?”

She wiped her eyes. “I need you to trust me, Trevon.”

“You've earned that already. So what's up?”

“I need to download those videos to my phone,” she replied quickly.

Trevon struggled with her request. “Maybe I should just delete it,” he said finally.

“Don't do that. Like I said, it's personal with me. Let me handle it. Please. He needs to learn what's done in the dark will one day stand in the light.”

***

A sudden rainstorm had broken over Swagga's mansion up in Fort Lauderdale and the lower parts of Broward County. Around 8:20 pm, a pair of headlights broke through the thick darkness at the private unguarded back gate to the east of Swagga's mansion. From a distance of two hundred yards, Kendra could clearly see the lit up estate through the bars of the Iron Gate.

Since the back gate was rarely used, it would allow Kendra to make a surprise visit. Using a remote, she opened the gate and then killed the lights. Rain pelted the Bentley with wind-driven sheets as Kendra navigated toward the opulent mansion. Using a second remote, she pulled into the brightly lit garage with her mind contemplating on how she would confront Swagga. Slowing to a stop, she sat behind the wheel with the engine running. Using anger and thoughts of
what if
on the risk of her catching an STD from Swagga, she was fueled. Exiting the Bentley GT, she threw her heart on her sleeve and went inside to face a man she no longer respected or loved.

***

Groupies were a rapper's greatest delight in Swagga's world. It was being proven again up in the privacy of his grandiose master bedroom.

“Mmmm, right there! Ohhhh, keep running it, daddy! Run it hard!” Nashlly moaned with her baby oiled covered ass bouncing back against Swagga. Her small coffee brown titties jerked beneath her as Swagga thrusted his length in and out of her gushy slit.

“Damn, dis ass so soft!” he moaned as he stood behind her caressing her shiny ass. In and out he thrusted hard as she moaned into the pillow she was clutching. The sounds of their raw sex was all the music Swagga needed.

“Yes!” She breathed, pulling the sheets from the head of the bed.

“Who pussy is it?” he asked, slapping her on the ass.

“Yours!” she cried as her butt started to clap. “Mmmm . . . harder!”

Swagga looked down at his bare dick drilling fast inside of Nashlly. Her big soft ass was sweaty and bouncing like Jell-O. He picked up his pace, long dicking her phat-lipped pussy until she tried to crawl away.

“Gotdamn, dis dick so good!” she shouted, coming up on her arms. Baring her teeth, she threw her ass against his every thrust. “Mmmm, you all up in me now! All up in me!” she whined, looking back at him.

“Wiggle that ass!” he shouted with sweat beading up on his forehead.

Nashlly did just that by switching her hips left to right. Swagga fisted his left hand in her fake hair with his right hand tweaking her nipples. Juices flowed freely down her inner thighs. Going hard for another seven minutes, he turned her on her back. He knew she was a groupie, but the only fact that mattered to him: she was
his
groupie. With her banging body and fire ass pussy, he figured he could turn her into a star. Sliding his wet tip up and down her gushy slit, he saw the hunger in her eyes. Hooking her legs over his skinny shoulders, he eased back inside her. She took the dick with her hands clutching his ass. She assumed this was their make-up sex from their argument yesterday. As she humped upward, she hoped deeply that he would cum inside her. Hell, 50 Cent said it best:
Have a baby by me, baby . . . be a millionaire.

***

“Kendra, what are you doing here?” Rick said after running to catch up with her.

“Uh, I live here, don't I?” she asked, standing halfway up the stairs.

Rick knew Swagga had company in his room, and he now had a choice to make. Protecting Swagga from harm was his job. But as for the bullshit he was putting Kendra through, Rick had nothing to do with that. For the short time he had known Kendra, he had much respect for her. But it was clear that Swagga didn't know the meaning of respect. “I guess you're right,” he said, making no effort to stop her.

“Does he have a bitch up there?” Kendra asked bluntly.

“We're not having this little talk, are we?” Rick hinted.

“No, I guess I snuck by you on my way up.”

Rick rubbed his face. “Yeah, he got company.”

Kendra turned and started to head up to the bedroom.

“Hey wait!” Rick made his way up the stairs. When he reached the stair below her, he glanced at Swagga's bedroom door. “Listen. Don't waste your time fighting that girl. I'll be close by, okay? And um, we didn't have this talk.”

She smiled. “Thanks Rick. But I'm not here to fight any of his ‘hos. Now, if you'll excuse me. I have an ego to crush.”

Rick had to admire Kendra, because most girls would put up with Swagga's drama just because of his worth. Rick wasn't surprised by Kendra and the moral grounds she stood on. She might not be perfect, but the difference in his view was Kendra being a woman and not a girl.

***

Swagga was in the throes of his climax, clutching Nashlly's butt cheeks with her heels bouncing off his ass. He shot off four times, flooding her tight pussy with his cum. She nibbled on his ear, locking her ankles over his ass, forcing him to spew every drop inside her.

“That was sooo good,” she purred as he collapsed on top of her.

“Whew! Why you ain't warn a nigga ‘bout that good ass wet-wet you got?”

Nashlly unlocked her legs from around his waist, and then squeezed her pussy, gripping his dick that was still inside her. “It's your wet-wet now,” she said, sucking on his neck.

“You keep doin' that, and I'ma keep ya ass here.”

She tightened her pussy again. “That's what I'm hoping for, daddy.”

Swagga kissed her on the lips and then rolled to the side.

“What do we do now?” she asked, reaching for his shiny wet dick.

“Both of you need to carry your ass to the clinic!”

“What the—” Nashlly sat up quickly, crossing her arms over her perky B-cups. Kendra pushed from the wall, her eyes locked on Swagga.

“Who the fuck are you?” Nashlly shouted, and then turned to Swagga. “What the hell is this shit? Who is—?”

“My baby momma,” Swagga said in a calm manner. “Yo, go clean yo'self up in the bathroom. This won't take too long,” he told Nashlly.

Not caring how Kendra felt, Swagga playfully smacked Nashlly on the ass when she got off the bed. Kendra didn't even give Nashlly a glance as she brushed her arm.

“Who let you in?” he asked, placing his hands behind his head.

“Didn't know I was locked out.”

“Well, you see I'm busy. What do you want?”

“Definitely not your sorry ass. I can tell you that!” she told him.

Swagga shrugged, flaunting his nakedness and semi-hard dick in her face. “So what the fuck you want? Ain't nobody tell yo' ass to dip out on me. What? Didn't think you could be replaced?”

“Nigga. I wasn't never in your messed up life to begin with!”

He laughed. “That's how you feel? I didn't care? But damn, why you gotta toss dirt on me? Talkin' ‘bout going to the clinic an' shit.”

Kendra forced herself to sit on the bed. To her satisfaction, Swagga showed a twinge of fear by sitting up and keeping his distance.

“You know, I was so dumb when I fell for your bullshit when I first met your ass.”

Swagga shook his dreads out of his face. “I can say the same fo' yo' thirsty ass! All you wanted was a baby by me!”

“Don't you dare bring Carmelita into this!” she warned with a finger in his face.

“Fuck you!” he said, pushing her hand out of his face. “It's a wrap fo' yo' fat ass anyway!”

She smiled. “Did you fuck that skank in the ass?”

“Why the fuck you worried ‘bout it? If I did, so what! Sit here long enough and you can watch.”

“No thanks. Besides, I already seen your nasty ass in action,” she said coolly.

A sudden silence gripped the room.

“Seen me where?” he demanded.

“Around,” she said, looking at her purple fingernails.

“So you wanna play games?”

“Try to play me and watch what happens to your ass!”

“Fuck you!”

“Come up with something new ‘cause that term is getting played out just like your dumb ass is!”

“Keep runnin' yo' mouth and get yo' ass fucked up!”

“Ahh.” She smiled. “So you do have an ass fetish.” She looked across the room at the bathroom door. “It's a she, ain't it?” she whispered, turning back to face Swagga.

Swagga was in a sober mind, so the connection was made. Sliding off the bed, he reached for his boxers. “You remember what happened last year, right?”

“A lot happened last year,” she said as he pulled the boxers up over his ass.

Swagga moved around the bed, rubbing his hands together. “So you seen me, huh?”

She didn't answer. Turning, she watched him move over near the dresser.

“You're right about that.” He nodded. “She was like—crazy as hell. Motherfuckas were out to put dirt on my name and blackmail me,” he said with his back toward Kendra. When he turned, he had a chrome plated gun in his right hand.

Kendra's eyes widened. She made no sudden moves. Fear gripped her, making her regret her choice to confront him.

“Look, yo.” He grinned, lifting the piece and a cigarette to his lips. As he lit the cigarette with the gun lighter, he saw relief pouring into her face. “Why you lookin' all stupid and shit?” He laughed with the lit cigarette burning.

Kendra stood, feeling ashamed that she allowed fear to hold her.

“Bitch, you ain't answer my fuckin' question yet, so you can sit yo' ass back down.”