Booty Call *69 (21 page)

“But Jakim…what’s wrong, baby? Don’t I suck your dick real good? Please, let me know what’s da matter? What do you want from me?” she pleads.

I look down at her and try to break the news gently. I can no longer disguise the truth, so I just come out with it. “I’m back with Shana again. I’m in love with her,” I confirm.

“What? Niggah, stop fuckin’ playin’ with me,” she says glaring at me.

“Latish, you’re cute and all, but Shana comes first in my life,” I
calmly explain to her.

“You stopped me from suckin’ your dick to tell me this fuckin’ bullshit?! Niggah, you’re playin’ yourself!”

“Yo, it is what it is. That’s why you and me, it can’t be anymore.”

Latish stands up, her face contorted with anger and frustration. “Jakim, you a fuckin’ fool! Why are you goin’ back wit’ dat bitch? Niggah, she doesn’t love you. I love you, baby. Please, don’t do this to me.” Her tone has gone from angry to desperate.

“Latish, I don’t love you. I love Shana. We had our thang, and it was good while it lasted. But from now on, you need to stay away from me.”

“No…please,” she cries out. She tries to throw her arms around my neck in an attempt to win back my love or something. But I bitterly push her away. “Latish, stay da fuck away from me, please.”

“Oh, so it’s like dat, huh? You gonna dis me for dat trifling bitch. I’m here giving myself to you, and you gonna dis me for dat bitch. FUCK YOU, JAKIM!” she shouts. “Niggah, you ain’t shit, and Shana ain’t shit. If she cared about you, then she wouldn’t be out there fuckin’ your boy, Tyrone, every chance she gets…and you tryin’ to wife that dumb bitch”

I glare at her. I know I must have heard her wrong. “What da fuck you say?” I ask grimly.

She gets up close to my face. “Niggah, you fuckin’ heard me: Tyrone is giving dat big black dick to your bitch lovely every—”

SMACK! I strike her out of sheer rage. Latish grabs the side of her face and looks at me with shock. “Niggah, is you fuckin’ crazy?!” she screams out. She then comes charging at me, swinging like a mad woman, but I toss her light ass against the couch.

“You lying bitch!” I shout.

“Niggah, you’re lying to yourself if you think Shana ain’t been getting da dick like that. And your boy is the one who’s feeding it to her. But you’re so stupid, and your head is so far up your ass dat you can’t even see it. They playin’ you, Jakim. He smilin’ in your face, and she keeps fuckin’ leading you on and shit. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Shana is in love wit’ Tyrone. You just da rebound niggah, ‘cause Tyrone’s been dissin’ her lately.”

It’s all hard for me to swallow…Latish has to be lying out of pure jealousy. And she has a reason to lie; Shana found her in bed with her two uncles.

“If you don’t believe me, ask around. Talk to Evay. Shit, he was there at the club when Shana left with Tyrone to go back to their apartment to fuck his brains out.”

I’m stunned, and at the same time seething with rage and anger. But my anger soon turns into hurt and shame. I try to compose myself in front of Latish as she sits naked on the couch, surveying the damage that she’s caused.

“Baby, I forgive you for hitting me,” she says rubbing the left side of her face. “It ain’t nothin’. Now dat you know da truth about your girl, let me take care of you da way you deserve to be taken care of.” She leans back against the couch and spreads her legs slowly.

I look at her with contempt. “Fuck you! You don’t even have a fuckin’ clue.” With that, I leave her apartment.

I spend the next few hours getting drunk with Evay in the park on Jamaica Avenue and 202
^nd
Street. It will soon be midnight, and I’m tipsy. Evay, being the chatty niggah that he is, runs his mouth to me about everything—making Latish’s accusations concrete.

“Yeah…she fuckin’ dat niggah…Ja…she been fuckin’ him…fo’ a minute…now….Ja,” he informs me in his slurred speech. “I wanted to tell you…but ya know…shit fucked up, son. You my…man and all…and I wanted to tell…ya…fucked up, Ja.”

I take a swig of the E&J straight. The more I think about the two of them together, the more I want to get my piece and gun ‘em both down. I feel so disrespected. “Fuck dat!” I hurl the bottle across the park and walk hastily to my car, with Evay right behind me, staggering.

“Go handle…ya bi-bizz-nez, son. Ya know….what I’m..sayin?”

I start my car and head straight for Shana’s crib. We get there in seconds, since she’s only a few blocks away from the park. I’m a bit inebriated, but nevertheless, I get out of my car and stagger to her front door. “SHANA!” I scream. “SHANA, COME DA FUCK OUTSIDE!” I kick the door and continuously ring the bell. I want
someone’s
attention tonight, and I’m determined to get it. “YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH! Why you do me like dis? You fuckin’ my boy, huh?! FUCK YOU! I’ll kill ya ass!”

Finally, I see lights come on in the house. I stagger back and gaze at her crib like it’s about to transform or something. The front door opens, and Shana’s aunt comes out in a bathrobe. “Jakim, what the hell is wrong with you? Boy, is you crazy?” she reprimands. “It’s late.”

“Tina, where’s Shana? I wanna see her.”

“Jakim, are you drunk?”

“I’m fine, Tina…just call dat bitch outside.” I stagger to the door, but Tina pushes me back.

“Go home, Jakim, before I call the police on you. Shana’s not here anyway.”

“Tell dat bitch dat I wanna see her.”

“I will. But you need to go home and get you some sleep.”

I stare at Tina for a moment. She’s guarding the door like a secret service agent, adamant about not letting me pass. “Yo, you her aunt…let me…know…my shorty fuckin’….wit’ my boy?”

“I don’t know,” she flatly states.

“Fuck it….all y’all…some bitches anyway.”

“Jakim, please go home,” she pleads.

I don’t say another word. I turn around and proceed back to my car with Tina watching me from the steps. When I get in the car I take a look at Evay, who looks like he’s asleep. But he isn’t. With his eyes still closed, he asks, “Ja…you took care…of…dat fuckin’…bitch?”

“Fuck her!” I drive off.

Evay crashes at my crib for the night. But I can’t sleep. My mind is constantly on Shana fuckin’ Tyrone. I grip my .45 handgun as I sit on my couch, staring at a picture of Shana and me together. It kills me to think that she loves another man more than she does me.

“Fuck her!” I scream. “Fuck dat bitch!” I jump out of my chair and fire a live round into the wall, wishing it was Shana’s fuckin’ head.

Two days have gone by, and I’m a bit calmer. I still haven’t run into Shana
or Tyrone. It has to be God’s doing, because if I did, I would have probably murdered them both on sight. But I still want revenge.

I lay on my back with my legs spread in the air, as Danny sticks his tongue so deep into me that it feels like a hard dick. I clutch his dreads and moan, before glancing at the time. It’s three in the afternoon. My mother had a doctor’s appointment, and she took Danny’s jeep and left him here with me, which wasn’t a bad idea. His whole mouth just swallows up my sweet pussy. I tell him to lie on his back, and then I take him into my mouth, sucking his huge dick down to the balls. He grunts as he lays butt naked on my bed. He has the body of a god. I suck him off so well that he makes me stop, pulling my head away.

“Lay on your back,” he orders, and I quickly obey. He gets on top of me and slowly pushes his big dick inside me, which causes my legs to spread wide open because his frame is so large and muscular. I passionately scream out, feeling his dick ramming and swelling in me. My juices flow with every stroke. He calls me his little wildcat, because I stay scratching up his back when we be fucking. He doesn’t care, because my mother
be doing the same thing when they go at it.

We’re into it for about fifteen minutes, sweating, bumping and grunting. He starts tearing it up from the back and I grip the headboard tightly. Suddenly we hear a car door slam. “Shit!” Danny shouts. He jumps out of the pussy and runs to the window. “It’s your mother. Get dressed!”

I dash from the bed, run to my closet and quickly throw on a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt. Danny rushes out of my room naked, forgetting his clothes, and runs into the bathroom. I shove his clothes under my bed and start spraying air freshener around my room to get rid of the smell of sex. I hear my mother coming down the hall toward my room.
Damn, she moves quickly
. I hop back in bed and pick up the phone, pretending to be talking. I hear the shower come on in the bathroom. My pussy is throbbing hard because I didn’t get to finish.

My mother walks into my bedroom. She sees me chatting on the phone. “Why you home so early?” I ask.

“The doctor’s office wasn’t that crowded,” she replies peering around my room. “Who you on the phone with?”

“Naja.”

“Where’s Danny?”

“You don’t hear him taking a shower?”

“At three in the afternoon?”

“That’s
your
fuckin’ man,” I say before going back to my fake conversation with Naja.

She’s looking strange and acting like something is wrong with her. She insisted on going to see the doctor alone this afternoon. Come to think of it, she’s been acting strange all week. “You all right, ma?” I ask.

“Yeah, everything’s okay, Shana.”

I just shrug my shoulders and continue on with my phony conversation. My mother leaves my room and slowly closes the door. I hang up the phone as soon as she’s gone. I hear her banging on the bathroom door calling Danny. That muthafucka is actually taking a shower. He could have quickly gotten dressed in the bathroom and pretended that he was taking a shit or somethin’. I swear, men don’t think nothin’ like women. They do things backwards. They just be
looking
to get busted.

I look out into the hallway and see my mother standing in front of the bathroom door. Danny finally comes out with a towel wrapped around him. He’s dripping wet. “Hi, baby,” he says giving her a quick kiss. “When you get home?”

“I need to talk to you,” my mother says.

I start to think about how he’s going to retrieve his clothes from out of my bedroom. I know he didn’t take an extra set with him in the bathroom. He walks toward my mother’s bedroom, with her leading the way. He looks at me like he doesn’t know what to do. I point to the bathroom, hoping he gets the signal that I’m going to put all of his clothes in there after they get in the bedroom.

The second they’re out of sight, I grab every piece of Danny’s clothing. I run out of my room and throw everything on the bathroom floor. Minutes later I hear movement in the hallway. Curious, I open my door and see Danny still in a towel. He’s coming my way. I step out and point to the bathroom. There’s no need for him to come into my room. A few seconds later my mother comes out of her bedroom crying. I get nervous, wondering what could be wrong. Does my mother know I’m fuckin’ her man? If she had any suspicion, she would have confronted me about it. My mother doesn’t play when it comes to her boyfriends. She’d be ready to scratch a
bitch’s eyes out in a second, and then cut her man’s dick off. You best believe she would be up in my face like I was some stranger in the street, fighting for her man, daughter or no daughter.

I follow my mother as she goes into the kitchen. “Ma, what’s wrong?” I ask.

She just ignores me and takes a seat at the kitchen table. Danny, now fully dressed, comes into the kitchen. “Muthafucka, what you do to her?!” I scream.

“I gotta go,” he says calmly and collectively.

“Wh—what the fuck happened?” I yell, glaring at Danny. Feeling lost, I follow him to the door. I grab him by his shirt and ask, “What did you tell her?”

“I ain’t told her shit about you and me. She’s dealing with a different problem,” he says and walks out the door.

I walk back into the kitchen, where my mother is still sobbing at the table. I pass her a few pieces of tissue and take a seat next to her. “Ma, what’s the matter? You okay?”

She takes a deep breath. “Shana, I’m fuckin’ pregnant!” she announces.

“What! It’s Danny’s?”

“Of course!”

“Damn! So what he say about it?”

“He told me to go and have a paternity test taken; then he’ll probably take care of it if it’s his.”

“What?” I can’t believe it. My mother is pregnant. And that muthafucka has the nerve to try and deny being the father when he’s running up in her twenty-four seven. I try to comfort her, but I feel guilty since I just
finished fuckin’ him a few minutes ago. “So what you gonna do? You gonna keep it or what?” I ask.