Booty Call *69 (13 page)

“It depends,” I reply.

“Depends on what?” he asks.

“Depends on if you tell me your name.”

“Barry Jones.” He takes the half-empty glass of Alize out of my
hand and places it down on the bar. “Let’s get rid of this old drink. Allow me to order you a fresh one.”

He orders me another drink and pays the bartender. He then escorts me over to the VIP area, where P. Diddy is sitting at a table.

“So, I never caught your name,” Barry says.

“That’s because I never threw it at you.”

“So, are you going to pitch it to me before this party is over?”

I pause and gaze into his lovely brown eyes, while wondering how big his dick is. “Its Shana,” I finally tell him.

“You are beautiful, Shana. Have you ever thought about a career in the entertainment industry?”

“No, not really.”

“Well, if you do, here’s my card,” he says, placing it in my hand. “I’m a music manager,” he adds.

I stuff the card into my purse and sip on my drink. We move to the floor and talk and dance for about an hour. He eventually asks me back to his hotel. He says it has a Jacuzzi, twenty-four-hour room service and satin sheets. It’s tempting, but I decline Aunt Tina’s having a good ol’ time, forgetting that she came with a date. Men were approaching her left and right.

I’m totally exhausted by two a.m. I take a seat in the lounge and nearly fall asleep. I’ve danced with and talked to so many men, and now I can barely keep my eyes open.

I feel someone plop down beside me. I open my eyes and see Kendell hunched over with his elbows resting on his thighs. “ Shana, what up with you?” he asks.

“Huh?”

“A couple of the fellas are throwing a little after-party at the
Sheraton, and they want you to roll along.”

I give him a blank stare. He places his hand on my lap and just lets it rest there like it’s a fuckin’ truck stop. I glance around, looking for my aunt, but she’s nowhere in sight.

“So, you rollin’ with us or what?” Something in his tone tells me to turn down his offer.

“Nah, Kendell, I’m gonna pass. I’m too fuckin’ tired,” I explain.

He looks at me disappointedly and tightly grasps my leg. He then starts rubbing my inner thigh with his fingers. I see him look over and nod at one of his homies.

“But yo, mad heads are rollin’ with us, including your aunt. I’m sayin’, we got like fifty people coming. We got the liquor, the weed and the music.” He moves his hand slightly up my inner thigh, easing his fingers near my precious kitty kat.

“Kendell, do I look like one of these groupies to you?” I suddenly blurt out.

“Nah, Shana, why you ask that?” he says looking smugly at me.

“‘Cause you got your hand on my thigh, reaching for my shit like I owe you something. And I would appreciate it if you’d move it.” He slowly and carefully moves his hand; he doesn’t want to look like a fool in front of his boys. If he had jerked it away too quickly, they would have known that I shot his ass down. “And no, I’m not rollin’ to no hotel with y’all,” I add.

By the expression on his grill, I know that he’s not too happy with my answer. “If you ain’t rollin’, then take the subway home, stupid bitch!” he whispers in my ear before getting up and walking away.

No he didn’t!
I thought. I really want to slap the shit out of that ignorant muthafucka right about now. I don’t give a flying fuck who he is.
That muthafucka doesn’t have a right to disrespect me. I get up and search for my aunt. I’m ready to go home. What Kendell just said to me has me too fuckin’ upset. I’m about ready to fight up in here.

I see my aunt standing next to Kendell, arm-to-arm. I quickly step over to her and that bastard. His boys are also standing nearby. They see me coming over and start smiling ear to ear.

“I see you’ve changed your mind,” Kendell’s ignorant ass says.

“No, fuck you! I came over to get my aunt,” I say, pulling her to the side.

“What’s da matter?” my aunt asks.

“Your new man’s a dick-head, and I’m about ready to leave.”

“But I’m about to go over to the after-party with Kendell,” she replies. “Plus he’s our ride home.”

“Fuck him, Aunt Tina! I’ll take the subway home,” I shout out, loudly enough for that asshole to hear. He shoots me a dumb smirk as he stands there drinking with his wack-ass crew.

“I’m not taking the subway,” Aunt Tina states.

“Kendell tried to hit on me,” I say.

“Shana, stop. You’re fucking lying! Why you gotta hate on me because my man got money and can get us into fine places? Every niggah in da world don’t want you.”

I’m in shock!
Did this niggah brainwash her?
Kendell and his crew, having obviously heard my aunt’s words, are in a huddle laughing at me. I am so furious that I could kill that muthafucka.

“I’m going with Kendell. You can leave by yourself, Shana,” Aunt Tina says.

I want to smack her, too, for being so naïve and stupid. She gets a
rich piece of dick and thinks the muthafucka is gonna treat her like she’s the Queen of England. She was better off with the last loser.

Aunt Tina walks her sorry ass back over to Kendell, as he continues drinking, laughing and carrying on with his boys. He throws his arm around my aunt and flips me the bird. My temper’s at the boiling point. It’s all good, though.

I go over to the bar, pick up someone’s unfinished drink and walk toward Kendell. “If you got something to say, then say it, you dumb bastard,” I say, standing directly in front of him now.

“Get away from me, you dumb bitch,” he replies.

I throw the drink in his face and slap him so hard that everyone within thirty feet of us hears it. “Who’s looking like the dumb bitch now?” I yell.

“Shana!” my aunt shouts. Kendell, looking shocked as hell, wipes the drink off his face. His boys chuckle; they know what time it is. My aunt helps him get cleaned up, all the while glaring at me, stunned and very angry. I flip her the bird and proceed to storm out of the place, while hearing Kendell rant and curse. I feel so fucking good.

I take the subway home, even after getting about ten offers from guys willing to give me a lift when they saw me leaving the club. I’ve had enough for tonight, and I’m no longer in the mood for male attention.

I get home around four in the morning. I see that there’s a message on the answering machine, and I press the speaker button.

I stand there frozen. I replay the message to be sure I heard her
right—I did. My ex-boyfriend is dead. First the incident with that asshole at the club, now coming home to hear that someone I know and once cared for is dead…Terry is dead!

“Aaaaaahhh, baby….just like dat! Fuck me, baby!” Latish cries out as I fuck her in the ass. That’s the way she wants it—raw, fast and straight up the ass.

I don’t give a fuck. I’m taking out my frustration over Shana on her. I’m upset that Shana keeps blowing me off. I want her so bad, but since she’s not giving up the pussy, I’m going for the best option—Latish. She happily accepts me, with open arms and spread legs.

I thrust my dick hard and fast into her. I repeatedly smack her on the ass and pull at her hair. She grips the dresser, holding onto it tightly. I’m in a zone, and Latish is loving every minute of it. She also likes it rough—especially when I leave bruises.

“Cum in my ass, Jakim. Fuck me and cum in my ass, niggah!” she pants and shouts.

“You want me to cum in your ass, bitch!”

“Yes, give me dat dick, baby! Ooh, you feel so good.” She throws her ass back on me, and my nuts slap up against her. I simultaneously cup one of her tits, pull at her hair and pound my dick into her.

As we continue fucking, I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Beads of sweat are dripping down my forehead and I look possessed. Latish grips the dresser tighter and arches her back a bit more, telling me to put it deeper in her ass. We’ve been going at it for a good twenty minutes. We’re in sync.

Several moments later, I feel myself about to explode. I wild out and come in her butt. She loves it. I pull out, take a few steps back from her and pass out on her bed. Sprawled out on my back, I stare up at the ceiling, huffing and wheezing.

“I love it when you cum in my butt,” Latish says plopping her naked ass on top of me. I just smile. She rubs her bare tits against my chest and nibbles on my right ear. Then she sticks her tongue in my ear and moves it all around. I chuckle, and she moves her hand down my body and gently grips my dick, massaging my balls with her fingers. I moan.

As I lay there, she begins fondling me from head to toe. “Damn, Latish, don’t you ever get enough?”

“Shit, I’m always horny. I need a niggah who can keep up. You know what I’m sayin’?”

“I hear you.”

She starts to suck on my nipples and then goes down on me for the third time tonight. Do I stop her? Fuck no! I continue to lie there, feeling her warm, moist mouth engulf my semi erection. I watch her head move up and down. She’s sucking my dick like a porn star. I just lie there, enjoying the moment. She sucks me for a good fifteen minutes more, giving me a full erection again.
Damn!

“Ooh, I knew I could it get back up again,” she says smiling at her work.

“You definitely do a good job,” I tell her.

She moves forward and mounts me gently, sliding her animated pussy down my pole. She lets out a slight grunt as she clutches my chest and closes her eyes.

I grip her hips and push myself up in her, causing her to cry out as she digs her nails into my chest. Her tits move freely and wildly about as she bounces up and down against my pelvis. God, I love it when she tightens her muscles, making it feel like her pussy has caved in on my dick. I clutch the sheets and begin to shout. “Damn, Latish! SHIT!” She continues to fuck me rapidly. “I’m gonna cum!” I yell out.

“Dat’s right, muthafucka! Cum for me! You know my pussy is good!” With her nails still digging into my chest, she gyrates her hips frantically in a forward and backward motion. She grinds hard on my dick, and I reach out and grab on both her tits, squeezing those shits tightly. Latish gazes down at me, sweating and panting. Then she says, “You know Shana never gave it to you this good, right? Say it! Say I got the better pussy. Say I fuck you better, niggah!”

“Hells yeah, you fuck me better,” I say, feeling my nut coming. “SHIT! Don’t stop.” She smiles and begins to move faster. Her hips rocking against me cause my toes to contract, and I twist up my face. I know she’s enjoying this.

“Cum in me, Jakim!” she screams.

“I’m…CUMMING!”

“Dat’s right, baby. Fuck me! FUCK ME!” She continues to ride my dick like a jockey on a prize-winning horse.

I groan and grunt, holding on to her bare hips. “Oh, yeah! Oh, shit! Oh, yeah! I’m cumming...oh, yeah!” I scream out. I grip her hips tighter and
finally feel myself explode in her. I know I look like I’m catching seizures and shit, as I shake and jerk beneath Latish.

I’m sweating profusely now, panting and wheezing as Latish stares down at me with my dick still resting in her pussy. I smile. I’m done.

We relish the moment. That was some good fucking. Latish leans forward and starts kissing me on my face, and then she shoves her tongue in my mouth. We passionately kiss for several moments. She gets up off the dick and collapses on her back beside me.

All I can do is just lie here and try to get my energy back. Shit, I’m really done. “What time is it?” I ask.

Latish sucks her teeth. “Why, you wanna leave?” she says angrily.

“I’ll chill for a minute.”

Latish begins to nestle against me like we’re a couple. She softly runs her fingers up and down my chest and kisses me on the neck. “Stay da night with me, Jakim. Please…” she says coyly.

“I can’t,” I gently reply.

“Why not? You plan on hookin’ up wit’ Shana later?” she asks in an irritated tone.

“Nah. It ain’t even like dat. I’m supposed to meet up with Tyrone and Evay later tonight,” I explain to her.

“So, take me wit’ you,” she pleads.

“C’mon, you know how it is; people talk,” I say with a sigh.

“So fuckin’ what, Jakim?” Latish gets up and swings one of her legs over my torso, straddling me. “So I’m just a fuckin’ hoe to you?” she says peering down at me.

It would be rude to tell her the truth, that yes, that is exactly what she is to me. And if I tell her that, that’s the end of the pussy. Besides, I’m
not trying to get cut off at such a critical point in my life. If I was back with Shana, yeah, I would’ve told her the truth—straight up—not giving a fuck. But I’m single and horny, and she satisfies my sexual appetite completely.

“Nah, Latish…I don’t see you like dat,” I lie. “You know I got feelings for you, but I ain’t trying to get involved right now. Give me a few weeks to get my head right, and we’ll see what’s up.”

“I know you’re not waiting for Shana to come around…please tell me you’re not.”

“It ain’t about Shana,” I lie again.

“It better not be,” she warns.

“What does that mean?” I say looking at her suspiciously.

“Nothin’, boo. It ain’t even nothin’ for you to stress over. I just got jealous, dat’s all.”

“Yo, y’all bitches and y’all emotions,” I say getting up off the bed. But deep down I feel that Latish is keeping something from me.

I start to get dressed. Latish just lays there with an attitude. “Jakim, if we did get together, I would be so faithful to you. You know dat, right?” I just look at her without saying a word. “I know you probably look at me like I’m a slut and shit, ‘cause I do what I do. But if I had a man like you in my life permanently, this would be all yours and you wouldn’t have to worry about nobody else getting at it. I like sex a lot, Jakim, I ain’t gonna lie. But I love being with you and shit. You make me feel so good, baby.”