Payback Is a Mutha (14 page)

“I don’t know. You tell me. I do know we don’t have much time.” She grabbed his hand, ran it up her thigh and landed it on her wet pussy. “You can have it if you want it. I know I want this.” She squeezed him harder.

“Damn,” he mumbled and moaned as she unzipped his pants and started maneuvering her panties off. There was no turning back now. Before you could count to three Forever was slidin’ up in that pussy.

“Ohhh, aaaashit,” was all Shan could squeak out. Forever spread her legs wider and placed one leg in the crook of his arm and tried to knock the bottom out.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Ms. McKee.” Someone was at her door.

A ball felt like it was caught in her throat and her eyes got big as saucers.

A
fter nursing the wounds from the ass whipping that Shan gave her, Brianna was determined to get her shit together. She had resolved to get her life together and do the right thing for once. Low as she had sunk she could go nowhere but up. Shan had been her family for years. Peanut had always treated her like a little sister—that is, until her hormones kicked in. She had always had a secret crush on Peanut. She would secretly eye him when he would be on the basketball court. She would be checking him out when he’d be on the corner slangin’ rocks. She would especially love it when her and Shan would get into trouble and Peanut would come to their rescue. When she would spend the night over Shan’s house she would get jealous when his girlfriends would sneak over and be in his room. Her and Shan would peep through the keyhole. Her fantasies would be of him caressing her all over her
body and making her moan and quiver like the women in the movies.

They were only sixteen years old when Peanut moved out of their aunt’s and got his own two bedroom apartment. Some weekends when Peanut had to go out of town, her and Shan would go over and spend the night. It made them feel grown and independent. He would leave money for them to go grocery shopping and pay them to clean up and do his laundry. They used to pretend that the apartment was their own and had planned on getting an apartment together as soon as they graduated from high school.

This one weekend while they were house sitting, around 2:30 in the morning Peanut stepped through the door. Brianna was chillin’ in her favorite recliner watching TV.

“Why you back so soon?” Brianna, in actuality, was glad to see him. He stood six feet two, had light brown eyes with a huge afro. He was so fine to her and she always joked with Shan about how much they both looked like they were related to the Jackson family, back when Michael looked cute and black. “Y’all sure y’all not Joe Jackson’s illegitimate children?” she would tease.

“What? Just because I let y’all spend the weekend I’m supposed to stay gone? I think y’all forgot whose spot this is.”

“You can come home anytime you want. I was just asking,” Brianna teased as she eyed Peanut as if he was a big, fat, juicy well done steak.

“”Where’s big head?” he asked about Shan as he dropped his bag down and headed for the kitchen.

“She was out for the count by 1:00. You know
that girl can’t hang with me.” Brianna got up and headed for the kitchen, too. Not bothering to cover up the nighty she was wearing, she was happy that Shan was asleep. The nighty was see-through, her 36C’s were perked up and her ass cheeks were practically hanging out the bottom.

She sat at the table as she watched him throw together a turkey and cheese sandwich and grab a Heineken. He stopped and warned, “Don’t be looking at my shit! Make your own.”

“Who said I was hungry?” She sauntered over to the refrigerator, bending over, and came out with a Heineken. She peeked back and saw Peanut looking at her ass.

“Put that back! You ain’t legal yet.”

Brianna giggled. “I was just testing you.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Then let me have a sip of yours.”

“Drink some Kool-Aid. And I know how many I got left so don’t be slick.” Peanut got up, grabbed his sandwich and beer and went to his room.

Brianna’s hot ass was wetter than the ocean. She went and flopped back down into her favorite chair. She wasn’t even watching the TV, the TV was watching her. She couldn’t stop thinking about Peanut. Minutes and three fantasies later she heard music. She got up and tapped on Peanut’s door. It was already cracked so she just pushed it open.

When he looked up and saw her he said, “Damn girl, why aren’t you in bed?”

She didn’t say anything. She went over to the rocking chair, moved the clothes out of it and sat down. She sat silently as she watched him in his boxers, roll a bag of weed. He had some reggae playing that
she didn’t recognize. When he finished he sat on the side of the bed and lit up a joint. She leaned back and threw one of her legs over the arm of the chair.

Peanut looked at the “I want to get fucked” expression on her face and then at her pussy poking out of the see-through panties and asked, “Whassup?”

“What you think nigga?”

Peanut grinned, knowing what time it was. “Girl, you know you jail bait. So don’t even go there.”

“Since when did that ever stop you?”

“What?”

“You heard me. You fucked Meshawn.”

“She’s legal.”

“No she’s not. She just told you that.” Brianna opened her leg a little wider. “And I bet you she ain’t better than me.”

Fuck!
Peanut said to himself. “You my sister’s little girlfriend.”

Brianna stood up and slowly pulled her nighty over her head. “Can’t you see I’m not little anymore? Plus, I ain’t like Meshawn; I know how to keep my mouth shut. That is, unless you
scared
.”

Peanut laughed as he checked out this fully developed, tight assed body that was standing before him trying to seduce him. “Put your gown back on girl. What you tryna do, get a nigga locked up?”

She picked up the nighty and seductively walked over to him and held it out to him. “You put it on me—that is, unless you
scared
,” she challenged again.

“Girl, what is up with you? Tempting and enticing a nigga and shit! Keep fuckin’ around and you just may get what you want.” He didn’t take the
nightgown from her but found himself staring at the fine young work of art before him in living color.

She threw the nightgown over on the rocking chair and sat down on the bed. “Give me what I want Peanut.”

“Girl, get outta here.” When he grabbed her hand to pull her off the bed, she grabbed his dick and slid it out of his boxers. “I’m warning you, you can’t handle this little girl.”

She held it tight as she slowly sunk to her knees and wrapped her moist, succulent lips around the head. “Damn, girl, you ain’t gonna give up are you?” He let her hand go while looking down at her. She now had his full attention as her tongue licked the tip and her lips sucked the head. “Who taught you how to do this?” Peanut grabbed her head with both hands, while guiding his dick in a little further. “Aaahh, yeah,” Peanut hissed as Brianna’s slurps were getting louder and louder. “Right there baby; just like that, keep…it…going.” Brianna was having a field day, savoring the dick and the moment that she had been anticipating for years. “Hhh…hold up.” He grabbed her head, slowly pullin’ his dick out. “Shit girl, I was about to bust! Who the fuck you been practicing on?”

Brianna smiled at him, while licking her lips. “You got some good dick.” She reached up and, grabbing his hand, she placed it on her wet pussy. “You see what you did to me?” The crotch of her panties was soaked as he rubbed two fingers up and down from her clit to the bottom of her pussy. He listened to deep moans escape as she leaned back and raised her legs. “Daddy, please do something with this,” she begged.

“What you want me to do?” he asked as he inserted two fingers inside her.

“Ooooohhhh,” she groaned.

“What you want me to do?” he asked her again, making that pussy wetter and wetter.

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me! Shit, Peanut, fuck mmmmee.” She was now on the verge of cuming.

He pulled off his boxers with his other hand, not stopping the action with her pussy. “You still want this?”

“Yes, Daddy, give it to me now,” she moaned.

He pulled his fingers out just as her pussy was beginning to contract. “Noooooo.” She arched her back and opened her eyes. “Don’t stop. Don’t do me like this.” She panicked thinking he was gonna change his mind but relaxed when Peanut rolled her panties down over her thighs.

He spread her legs wide and threw a leg over his shoulder. The next thing she felt was the head of his dick teasing her clit. That shit was having her climb the walls. “You like that don’t you?” He was looking at her shaking her head wildly. “You gonna like this even better.” When he put just the head in a whole lot of hot pussy juice oozed out. They both let out moans at the same time. Peanut’s dick went crazy as her pussy yanked him all the way up inside.

“Oh, Peanut, baby, this feels sooo good,” she mumbled as she matched her rhythm to his.

“This is what you wanted right?” He slapped her ass.

“Ooh, yesssss…Daddy.”

Peanut dug into her young pussy as if he would never fuck again. It was squeezing his dick, smothering it in hot wet pussy juice as she started cuming. He couldn’t control himself no longer as he stroked
one more time, plunging into ecstasy, releasing what felt like everything he had, then collapsing on top of her.

Brianna lay there smiling as her fantasy had finally come true. Ever since that day, eight years ago, whenever she wanted it, she could always get it. Whenever he wanted it he could always get it. That was one secret she never told Shan.

Brianna was sitting at the kitchen table drunk, and kicking herself in the ass for tearing down the only real two relationships she had built and enjoyed for the last thirteen years. Those loving relationships she had with Shan and Peanut came tumbling down in a matter of forty-eight hours.
I gotta do something.

Her thoughts flashed back to the night her and Shan went to the club. She discreetly left the club with Peanut, giving Shan the impression that she was leaving with Skye. Three nights later Peanut showed up about 1:30 in the morning talking about how hungry he was. Brianna was glad to see him and pulled out the leftover baked ziti and garlic bread. Then she threw together some salad and poured him a glass of wine and let him go for what he knew.

After he finished eating, she washed the few dishes and put them away before joining him in the living room.

“I need you to do something for me.” He said while patting the spot next to him.

Brianna instead sat on his lap. “What does Daddy need me to do?” she purred as she planted kisses on his face.

“I need you to make a run for me on Friday.”

“You what!” She snapped her neck back, wanting to make sure she heard him right.

“I need you to make a run for me.”

“Does this have something to do with that phone call you got when you was in the shower the other night?”

“Why? You was ear hustling?”

“I didn’t have to ear hustle Peanut. The nigga was practically screaming!”

“You gonna do this for me or what?”

“Nigga please. For real? I’m insulted that you even asked me that!” She got up off his lap and headed for the kitchen.

“Why you can’t do this one thing for me? I gotta go outta town.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, turned around and yelled.

“Nigga, get one of them little lowlife hood rats that you be fuckin’ with! What do I look like? You really got me fucked up Peanut. You just showed me what you really think about me, to ask me to do some shit like that.”

“All the shit I do for you and the one time I ask you to do something for me, you gotta trip. Shit, I should be the one insulted.”

“Fuck you! Get your wifey to make the motherfuckin’ run if you so goddamn insulted!” she screamed.

“Ya know what?” Peanut stood up. “You is an ungrateful bitch. You know that right? It’ll be a cold motherfuckin’ day in hell before I ever do something for your hoe ass again. I’m out!”

“Fuck you, Peanut, and the dopin’ ass, ugly bitch you got. She the hoe and you don’t even see it. Ask her to make the run and watch what she tell your
trick—” before she could get another word in, his fist was in her mouth and she was gagging on her bitten tongue.

“Bitch, you better watch your fuckin’ mouth! You got me fucked up!” Peanut stormed out, almost tearing the door off its hinges when he left.

“You black bastard!” Brianna spat a mouth full of blood into her hand. She ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and screamed when she saw her gorgeous money-making Ms. America smile disappear under two grossly swollen lips. She ran to the front window to catch him, but all she saw was the taillights of his car. “I hate you!” she yelled out, yanking down the blinds. “I swear I’ma get his ass back!” She paced back and forth holding her mouth as if her teeth were going to fall out. “Fuck him and that dope sellin’ bitch of his!” she cursed. Then it hit her. She went back into the bathroom to get a wash-cloth and filled it with some ice to place on her swollen lips. The tears were streaming down her cheeks as she periodically glared at a loose tooth. “This face and smile is my money-maker, muthafucker!” she said into the mirror. “I got something for your ass!” Her conscience was saying
don’t do it Brianna.

Fuck him!
She paced back and forth.
I don’t need his ass. I know one thing; I’ma get mines regardless.
She went hunting for her cell phone. When she found it, she punched in the numbers. The more it rang the madder she got.

“Yeah.”

“Skye?” She wasn’t sure if it was him.

“Yeah. Who dis?”

“It’s me, Brianna,” she said as if he should already
know. “Nigga, I know you ain’t forget me. I’m hanging the fuck up, I’m so insulted.”

“Hold up. Hold up. I had to catch your voice. I know who this is. I called your fine ass a couple of times. What’s up?”

“Money. You ready to make some?”

“I’m always ready. What you got?”

“Come see me.”

“A’ight. Give me an hour.”

She had been paging Nick and leaving him voice mail messages but he was not getting back to her. Shadee had not been by or returned her calls and Shan still wasn’t speaking to her. Her own mother and sister had cut her off years ago.
So what if she slept with her sister’s husband? Wasn’t blood supposed to be thicker than water?
So, tomorrow Brianna would start packing. Her life, as she now knew it, would be just a memory. She saw no other way out.

She picked up the envelope off the table that was addressed to Shan. It wasn’t sealed because she was unsure if she should send it to her. Was it too mushy? Too short? It seemed as if something was missing. She scanned through it once, then decided to read it out loud.