Black & Ugly (3 page)

Black and Ugly

fresh, but he doesn't notice.

"Bend the fuck over and grab your ankles." I bend over.

He unzips his pants, pulls up my dress and rips off my panties. Damn! There goes seven dollars down the drain. For me that is a big deal, considerin' I ain't got no job.

My panty set could be an electric fence and he still wouldn't care. But at ten inches of hard good dick with a nice mushroom-shaped head and thick green vein running down the shaft, it's worth it. I do as he instructs and yell his name as if it matters. I feel his warm, hard rod inside me. Damn, fuckin' him always feels
sooo
good. As usual, I am imagining that I'm Sky and that we live together and the sex feels even better.

"Take me, baby. It's all for you," I yell, backing up against his dick.

"I will, you black, ugly bitch. I'm gonna bang this black-ass ugly pussy out."

His comment brings me back to reality. I take a deep breath and then I'm black, ugly Parade again.

Don't be alarmed. He always talks to me like that. Does it hurt? Yes, it does. But, didn't I say this man is fine?

And didn't I tell you I
am
ugly? I should be grateful he's even over here. I'd never get a man like this otherwise.

Honestly, I always wonder why he wastes his time on me and what he sees in me, besides the fact that I sex him the way he likes it. He can
fuck
anybody he wants. I know girls like me have to take what we can
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get. Daffany and Miss Wayne tell me I'm pretty all the time. They love my eyes and always compliment my smile. I don't believe them, though. Sky and my mother keep it real about how I look. They tell me the truth so I won't go out there believing I'm anything but a dark-skinned ugly girl. The only time I even consider believing Miss Wayne and Daffany is when Jay walks through my door. But still, he eventually reminds me of who I am.

Anyway, this is how most men talk to me and sometimes it turns me on. Maybe I feel like I am doing something for them their women won't. In my mind, they need to be with me. They need someone less attractive to make them feel appreciated and loved. To me, this is the caviar of sex and the Moet of life, and it can't get any better than this. So, until my soulmate comes along, don't ask me to think otherwise.

"Get on your knees and open your mouth," he demands as he shakes his dick, on the verge of busting a nut.

I am on my knees and my mouth is open. I feel a big glob of his cum in the back of my throat.

"Ummmmm," I moan then swallow. "You taste so good."

He zips his pants, drops fifty dollars on my bed and walks out. I wonder how much Sky gets.

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Sky Taylor

"WELL HURRY THE FUCK UP!" I yell at my late-ass boyfriend over my cell phone. "I've been waitin' for over an hour on your bitch ass!"

"Man, calm the fuck down!" he screams. "I'm on my way."

I slam my pink RAZR shut and throw it in the passenger seat of my car. Here I am, sitting outside of Arundel Mills Mall in Maryland, waiting for my so-called man to meet me. We are supposed to be going to the movies and he's late. Although I want to stab his ass sometimes, he's everything to me. Well, he's everything to me
financially
. Lately I've had a strange feeling that he's cheating on me. He comes late, talks to me how he wants to and doesn't want to fuck me that much. And trust me, I need dick like I need food and water. I can't tell you the number of times that I've gone to the store to replace my electronic butterfly vibrator just to bust a nut.

If I tell my friends I have to beg for sex from him
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they won't believe me. You don't understand. I'm Sky Taylor! I am the prettiest, sexiest and sassiest redbone known to man. When I walk into a room, everybody stops and looks, women included. If you see my best friends, especially Parade, you'll appreciate me walkin'

into the room, too.

To say that girl is ugly is an understatement. They make pet asses that look better than Parade. I try to give her the clothes I don't wear, but even top designers can't help that face of hers. And when we're out, I stand as close to her as possible so that my prettiness will rub off on her. I'm doing her a favor by being her friend and people ask me why all the time. I tell them straight up that we've lived together in ghetto-ass Quincy Manor Apartments since we were kids. Along with Miss Wayne and Daffany, I've known Parade all my life.

I'm like the diamond and my friends are the rough.

It's easy to understand. My mother and my father are both models. They're in their late thirties, and even now they stay out of town on assignments for Sean John, Rocawear and Baby Phat. We don't stay in the hood because we have to. We stay there because we can stash our money, buy the stuff we want and pay dirt-cheap prices for rent. For now, I'm okay with where I live, but eventually I do wanna leave - I just hope it's with Jay.

I glance down at my Movado and realize fifteen more minutes have passed and he's still not here. I can only listen to so many CDs before I start getting irri-12

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tated sitting in this 2005 red Honda Accord that he bought for me.

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"Jay, you're late!" I yell at him from my window as his white Yukon pulls up next to me. "Where in the fuck have you been?!"

"Look, I had business to take care of," he says as he gets out of his truck, slams the car door and opens mine.

He has his own clothing store in DC, which is a front for the drug operation he runs. Money is not a problem. One thing I can say about him is this - if he thinks he's hurt me, he'll drop some cash on me in a heartbeat. Watch this.

"Did it really take you all night?" I ask as I get out of my car and activate the alarm.

"Yes, it did."

He reaches in and kisses me.
Mmmmm
. His lips are always so sweet.

"If I don't run my shit," he continues, "how you gonna get all that loot I give you?"

"What kind of business you got tonight that's so important it couldn't wait? You know I hate to be late, and the movie's about to start. I was sitting in my car by myself, Jay. What if somebody tried to hurt me? You had me looking stupid for over an hour."

"You survived, Sky."

"Yeah, but you know these dudes out here were tryin' to holla at me, right?" I'm lying, but I know it will piss him off.

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"Come on, Sky. Why you always gotta give me shit?

I'm here now, a'ight? And if you wanted them weak-ass niggas - 'cuz I'm sure they were some bitches tryin'

to holla at a girl in a car - then you shoulda went wit'

'em."

He's mad. Internally, I smile. He looks sexy when he's mad, too. Just lookin' at this black-and-Spanish mixed mothafucka makes anybody wanna say, "Neva mind. I ain't even mad no more."

"Well it's obvious you don't give a fuck about my feelings," I whine. "I might as well go home," I continue like I am getting ready to cry and walk back to my car.

"A'ight, ma, you got it," he says as he grabs me.

"Hold out your hand." He's reaching in his pocket for the roll.

I love the roll. When he comes to my house and puts it on my dresser next to the bed where we make love, I admire it when he goes to sleep. I pick it up, feel it, smell it and pretend it is all mine.

"Okay," I respond with my arms folded, pretending I ain't wanna hear nothing he is tryin' to say. But, he peels off five hundred and I can't help but smile.

"Thanks, daddy," I chime as he bends down, kisses me and I gently grab his dick. "You know I'm hittin'

that in the theater, right?"

"Hell yeah, girl." He touches my face gently with his hand. I take one of his fingers and place it in my mouth rotating my tongue around it. It drives him crazy. I smell a faint odor and figure he didn't wash his
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