TYCE II (11 page)

“You’re welcome.” She looked at Dallas and then me. I could see a hint of in
terest in her light brown eyes.

As sh
e hastily left the private room, Dallas and I continued our sexual escapade without pause until I filled her cup up with my own juice. Dallas grinded to a halt and remained in her seat gazing into my eyes lovingly.

“You are the sexiest, most intriguing, dangerously ambitious man I’ve ever
met;
and
I love every
exciting
fuckin’
ounce of you.”

I kissed her lips gently, “I love you too.”

“She need to hurry up with them spring rolls, you gotta bitch all hungry in shit.
” She smacked her lips.

We both shared a laugh at that truthful comment. Dallas stood to her feet and looked under her skirt.

“Damn Tyce, you’re running all down my thigh in shit. I need to go to ladies room
to wipe some of your cum away.”

I looked at the inside of her leg; I witnessed the cream colored fluid change into a clear liquid as it traveled south toward her knee.

             
“Damn my fault.” I apologized jokingly.

When she returned from the restroom a few minutes later, a plate of steaming hot spring rolls were waiting for her. I didn’t touch a single
one;
instead I just stared at them while she was in the restroom
. That was a little difficult to do considering how hungry I was but I wanted to wait and eat with Dallas.

             
We had an excellent two-hour meal with conversation that included everything from movies to the top five beaches in the world. We exited the room with our sexual and natural appetites
fulfilled. As we made our way out of the restaurant, I spotted a familiar face coming towards us.

“Hey handsome, good to see you again.”

“Hey Sabrina, how you doin’?”

She looked good in her second skin
full-length
black
shimmery cat suit equipped with a thick ass belt to match. Her hair was gelled up with spiky tips and her makeup was flawless.
I gave her a cordial hug and stepped back to introduce Dallas to my new friend.

“Sabrina this
is
my girlfriend Dallas, Dallas this is my friend Sabrina.”

Dallas looked her up and down, she asked herself, “Who is this chic…lookin’ like she bought her shoes from
Unfamous
Foot
Wear
.”

Sabrina extended her hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“Same here.” Dallas lied with a fake smile.

I felt the tension in the air as the awkward moment continued. I however was cool, calm and collected.

“I love your outfit girl.” Sabrina complemented.

“Thanks.” Dallas smiled weakly.

“
Tyce I’m mad at you!” Sabrina playfully slapped me on the arm.

“Now why would you be mad at me, I haven’t done anything to you.”

“Because of you I switched my brand of cigarettes and now you got me smoking these damn clove cigarettes all the time!” Sabrina pulled a pack of Djarums from her over sized purse.

Dallas’s eyes slanted…for a split second I could
have
sworn she was mixed with Asian.

“I told you they were the shit, that’s all I smoke. I don’t do weed or anything else, my guilty pleasure is clove flavored cigarettes.”

“Well, now that’s all I do.” Sabrina patted her breast with the pack in her hand.

Dallas jumped in the conversation, “Ok, so how do you know Tyce?”

Sabrina paused briefly, “We meet at a strip club a few nights ago
.”

“Oh so you’re a stripper.” Dallas sneered.

“Oh no sweetie, I’m not a stripper, I jus’ enjoy their talents
and company from time to time…j
us’ like your boyfriend. Oh that reminds me Tyce, I forgot to give you my number the other night.”

Dallas was beside herself. She couldn’t believe how bold this bitch was being! She was seconds away from giv
ing her a fist biscuit right down her throat! She didn’t give a fuck if they were standing in this restaurant lobby or not.

“You got your phone on you?” Sabrina ignor
ed Dallas’s obvious irritation.

I pulled out my cell, “Yeah go head.”

“213 654-5341”
Sabrina sang her number out proudly.

Dallas heard her loud and clear and best believe that number was etched in her brain forever.

“Ok well it was good to see you again Tyce and it was nice to meet you too Alice.” Sabrina smiled at her.

“My name is Dallas!
”

“Oh my fault, I’m sorry.”

I felt the need to interject at that point. Thin
gs were getting a little catty.

“Did you come here alone?”
I was attempting to switch the subject to her
unseen
date.

“I’m meeting some friends here, they’re already inside.”

Dallas grabbed my arm, “Well you better hoe…I mean go.”

Sabrina cut her eyes at Dallas and grinned.

“Well Tyce, feel free to call me when you wanna hang out…
again
, it would be my pleasure to give
you more lap dances…my treat.”

I said my goodbyes to her and put my arm around
Dallas’s waist as we exited
through the
double
doors and out into the parking lot. If it’s one thing I knew…it
is
when to leave
.

“I can’t
believe
that bitch! She was
‘
bout to get sto
mped like a stage at a step show
!
Alice
! That bitch knew my
name;
she did that shit on purpose! She lucky I didn’t choke the shit outta here tamale eatin’ ass!” Dallas was rolling her neck and pointing at the air.

“I jus’ met her the other night at the club, she’s harmless.” I tried to console her. “She’s jus’ a friend, we haven’t fucked or nothin’ like that.”

“Oh I know she hasn’t
fucked
you…
but that bitch would like to!
She’s throwin her pussy at you like a fuckin’ pitcher!
” Dallas pointed at me.

We got in my Benz, once inside the cabin I turned to face her.

“No matter how many women wanna fuck me
, I would never trade 45 minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of happiness.”

Dallas smiled, “I know baby…I trust you…I jus’ can’t stand plottin’ ass bitches.”

I laughed, “Me either babe, me either.”

             
The bedroom T.V. was
turned off, a half empty
bottle
of tequila
sat on the nightstand, and Ranae was sitting up in her bed with her back resting against the stacked pillows between her and the headboard. It had been two days since she found the disturbing mystery card but she was just now about to confront her husband about it. She would have done it sooner however the timing hadn’t been
right;
either she was giving baths, doing paperwork or something
else
that demanded her attention. One thing she didn’t want to do was jump to conclusions. Ranae wanted to give her man the benefit of the doubt; give him a chance to explain things to her. But, if things didn’t add up and she sensed a hint of dishonesty…she would gladly launch this tequila bottle straight at his head! Her hands folded across her chest as he walked in their bedroom.

“Hey babe, how you doin’?”
Sway addressed his wife nonchalantly.

“I’m fine how are you?”

He headed to the closet, “I’m ok jus’ a lil tired.”

Ranae patiently waited for him to come out of the closet, she wanted to look him in the eyes when he answered the many questions she had lined up. Sway came out the closet wearing boxers and a T-shirt, he moved toward the bathroom rubbing his cur
ly hair.

“Babe, come sit next to me.” Ranae patted the bed gently.

“I’m ‘bout to jump in the shower, give me like ten minutes.”

“Jus’ come over here, I’m sure you’re not that dirty…the shower can wait.”

Sway reluctantly made his way to the bed sitting on the unoccupied side. He sighed heavily as he laid his head on the fluffy pillows turning his head to the side to face his wife.

“Do you love me?” Ranae stared at him.

“Of course I do.”

“Are you
in
love
with me?” She maintained her stare.

“Yeah, I’m in love with you, where is all this comin’ from?” Sway rolled over to his side.

“Are you bored with our sex life?” Ranae asked bluntly.

“Look, I don’t know where all this is comin’ from but, no I’m not bored with our sex life. I love having sex with you. I think you’re incredibly sexy.”

Ranae kept her serious expression as she looked directly in his eyes. “Would you tell me if you were unhappy with me?”

Sway looked confused, “I would never tell you that because it would never happen.”

“Ok.” Was all she said.

Satisfied he’d answered all her questions
correctly
, Sway went to shower. Ranae turned on the T.V. and watched an
hour-long
show before he
finally
came out. She thought it was odd for him to take such a long time
showering;
he usually was in and out. With water still dripping from his hair, he carelessly strolled around the room completely naked. Despite her agitated
state,
her pussy began to pulse at the sight of his rock ha
rd chest and well defined thighs. The ass she never got tired of looking at flexed as
he
walked to the dresser to retrieve some clean underwear. Ranae took a deep breath and decide to try her luck.

“Sway…as you can tell
I’ve
been
drinking
and you know what
alcohol does to me.” She opened

her legs slightly and began stroking her inner thighs.

Sway turned around and smiled at her, “Yeah, alcohol makes you horny, especially tequila. I blame Mr.
Jose
Cuervo
for us having two kids now.” Sway
unfolded the boxers.

“
Leave those off and come here.”

Ranae repositioned herself on the edge of the bed as her sexy man approached her. She came face to face with his dick taking in the scent of honey butter body wash as her nose brushed against the pink tip. She licked her lips,
and then
teasingly licked the head, leaving her hands on the mattress. In one swift
motion,
she lifted his dick up w
ith her tongue and sucked softly taking him into her wet mouth. Her jaws held him hostage while her tongue ran laps around his shaft. The circular rhythm was slow and steady, she hummed softy as she worked closing her eyes and imagining what would happen next. The temperature began to rise inside her pussy, the combination of passion and the buzz from the alcohol was an intoxicating mix that was making her crave hot spontaneous sex! However, there was just one problem.

Sway was as limp as a boiled
spaghetti
noodle.

Ranae stopped her dick sucking duties abruptly, “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean, why’
d you stop
nuthin’ is wrong.”

“Oh really, then what’s up with this?” Ranae flicked his lifeless cock with her finger.

Sway backed up, “Damn, don’t be so impatient jus give it a minute.”

“It has been a minute; we haven’t had sex in over a month! Normally you’d be standing at attentio
n,
unless you already
…” Ranae paused

looking up at him accusingly.

“Already what?”

             
“Unless you already fucked somebody!”

Sway’s eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared. He walked back to dresser, snatched the boxers off the top, and put them on angrily.

Ranae grabbed the bottle off the nightstand, “Well?”
“Well what?”

She sighed heavily, “Don’t play dumb…
WHO HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKIN
’!?”

“
What
the fuck are you talkin’ about?
”

Ranae stood up to her full 5.5 frame, “I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT YOU!!! YOU’VE CHANGED, I THINK
YOU’RE FUCKIN’ ANOTHER BITCH!!”

“This conversation is ridiculous…I’m not ‘bout to sit up here and deal with this bull shit!”