Booty Call *69 (26 page)

“Oh, word, it’s like dat?”

“Yeah, niggah, it’s like dat!” Tyrone shouts.

They argue and shout at one another like I’m not even standing here listening. I just want this to stop. “Tyrone, can you please just come inside and let it be?”

“What? Shana, you gonna take his back…both of y’all just gonna stab me in the back like that?!” Jakim says.

“Yo, just fuckin’ bounce, niggah, so I can go inside and fuck my bitch right,” Tyrone says sarcastically. “It’s my pussy now!”

That busted the bubble. Jakim walks up on Tyrone and snuffs him against the jaw, causing him to stumble and fall back against the wall. He then hits him with a hard right. I scream as they start to fight in the hallway. They grab at and fling each other from side to side until they both just fall to the floor. Tyrone is on top of Jakim now.

“Get off of him!” I scream. “Stop it! Please, stop it!”

Tyrone is stronger and quicker than Jakim. He gives him a staggering hit across the cheek, then another.

“Get off of me! Yo, get off me!” Jakim hollers, as Tyrone has him pinned down tightly, whipping his ass.

Neighbors are starting to peek through their doors now, some
coming out to see what all the commotion is about. “Cut it, with all that fighting,” an elderly lady says in her red housecoat. I’m embarrassed and in tears, as some of the neighbors gawk at me like I’m at fault.

Jakim manages to get back on his feet, gripping Tyrone by his collar. His lip is bleeding and his cheek is bruised. Tyrone has put a serious hurting on him. But Jakim won’t stop; he punches Tyrone twice in the face.

“Yo, niggah, what I tell you before, huh?! If you ever touch me again!” Tyrone shouts, grabbing Jakim by his jacket and throwing him up against the wall.

Security has made its way up to our floor, stepping between Tyrone and Jakim and breaking them apart. The three black guards grip their black walkie-talkies while keeping both men on opposite sides of the hallway. Jakim is screaming and threatening Tyrone. By now it seems that everyone from each apartment is out in the hallway, catching a glimpse of the excitement.

I run to my bedroom to throw on something decent. I caught a few eyes staring at me with excitement and lust. After all, I
was
in the hallway half naked. I throw on a light blue, over-sized T-shirt that comes down to my thighs. When I make it back to the doorway, I see that security has Jakim subdued down on the floor; he just wouldn’t calm down. And he’s
still
hollering and cursing. Tyrone is just standing there looking pissed. He’s holding his right jaw, massaging it with the tip of his fingers. I guess Jakim hit him pretty hard there.

The police come also. It’s total chaos. They ask who the occupants of the apartment are. I tell them just Tyrone and me. Then they ask what happened. At first no one says a word. I can see in the officers’ faces that they’re getting upset.

“Nothin’, officer, just a little misunderstanding here,” Tyrone finally says.

“Misunderstanding?! It looks like y’all were ready to bash each other’s heads in,” one of the security guards says.

“Everything’s cool, fuck it,” Tyrone says, his face screwed up like he’s just sucked on an onion. He starts walking toward me, still soothing his jaw.

 

The police officers raise Jakim to his feet. He’s now quiet and calm. Blood trickles from his lip, and the muscles in his face appear tight. He gives me a very eerie and cold stare as the officers take him by both arms and tightly hold him in custody. They haven’t handcuffed him. I guess because they don’t know what went down yet.

“Sir, is this your place?” a white officer asks Tyrone. He’s heavyset and pale, with short, blond hair.

“Yeah, didn’t my woman already tell you that!” he rudely replies.

“Do you want to press charges against this man?” the heavyset officer continues.

“Man, you don’t even know what happened, and you already want me to press charges against a brotha. Fuck no! I ain’t pressing no charges. I don’t need y’all fuckin’ help!” Tyrone chides, grilling each cop.

The officers don’t look too pleased; they look about ready to take him in. They start asking the neighbors standing around if they saw what happened. But all anyone can say is that they heard yelling and then saw fighting.

“Well, we’re gonna escort him out of the building and off the premises,” a slim, young-looking cop says.

“Fuckin’ bounce then!” Tyrone yells. “And yeah, take that faggot
niggah outta here right now!”

“Fuck you!” Jakim screams.

“It’s on, dog.”

“That’s a threat?”

“That’s a fuckin’ promise!” Tyrone shouts.

“Please, sir, can you lower your voice? And please, no threats…goddamn, we’re standing right here, for God’s sake,” another middle-aged officer says.

“Fuck you, too, and bounce from my door!” Tyrone screams. I can see that the officers are really upset with Tyrone and they want to take him down bad. But he’s done nothing but defend himself in the hallway near his apartment. He’s not at fault since Jakim started it.

The hallway starts to clear as the cops and security guards all make their way into the elevator, leaving a few baffled neighbors still standing outside their apartment doors. They observe Tyrone and me as we stand in front of our door. “What? Is there somethin’ wrong? All y’all need to mind y’all fuckin’ business!” Tyrone yells at them before slamming the door.

Of course I know he has some words for me, as I have some explaining to do. He asks me why I was butt naked under a mink and wearing heels, with my ex-man coming out of the apartment. I tell him that Jakim just stopped by unannounced, and he caught me by surprise. It’s kind of hard for him to believe. We yell at each other for a few minutes. I know he’s upset, and I can’t blame him for being so. If I came home and saw some butt-naked bitch in my apartment, or saw her leaving and caught him ass naked, shit, I would yell and curse him out, too; so I give him that. He has a right to be upset.

I finally calm my man down and tell him every detail of what happened. Then I tell him I couldn’t keep Jakim from coming to see me here; he already knew where we lived. Shit, he came here all the time when they were best friends. Tyrone understands that. The only thing I don’t tell him is that Jakim proposed to me. He doesn’t need to know about that.

About an hour has passed, and I’m on the couch giving my man a back rub while he watches TV. Despite everything that’s happened, I still want to go out, and I still want some dick. I figure that going out isn’t happening, but sex, well, that’s something different.

“I love you, baby,” I whisper in his ear, while sliding my hands down his chest as he sits on the floor between my legs with his back propped up against the couch. “And you know I wouldn’t give this pussy away to anybody except you.”

He smiles and looks up at me, and then gives me a kiss. “I’m sorry I flipped out today, but you know you’re my boo, Shana.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So, it’s definitely over between y’all two, right?”

“Now, how you gonna ask me that. Of course it’s over. I’m in love with you, Tyrone,” I state, massaging his chest gently.

“Aiight, cool.”

I don’t like his tone. “What you thinkin’ about, baby?” I ask him. He appears to be scheming about something.

“Nothin’, Shana.”

“You ponderin’
somethin
’,” I say. Then I start to think. “Tyrone, don’t you do nothin’ to Jakim….”

“Jakim, that pussy niggah ain’t even in my thoughts right now,” he replies.

“Promise me that you won’t do nothin’ to him then.”

“Why, y’all ain’t together, so what do you care?”

“Tyrone, promise me. Y’all used to be boys.”

“
Used
to be,” he makes clear.

“Tyrone, if you touch him, I swear—”

“You swear what, Shana? Yo, I ain’t gonna touch the niggah, so don’t get your panties in a stir. That’s
my
job.”

“You promise?”

“I promise,” he says. “Come here.” He turns around and faces me. Still in between my legs, he presses down on top of me and begins kissing me. “I’m not even sweating that niggah no more. It’s forgotten,” he assures me, pulling off my panties. “It’s only about you and me.”

A huge smile appears across my face and I hug him. I feel so blessed.

“I’m about to make up for last night,” he says, stripping off his clothes as I lie on my back, legs spread, waiting for some dick. I grip his shit and slowly push it into me. Surprisingly, he pulls out of me and says, “Nah, turn dat butt over doggy style, and let me fuck you in the ass.”

Damn.
We try it once and it won’t fit, but Tyrone is adamant about fuckin’ me in my ass.

“You sure about this? Remember, we had problems last time,” I remind him.

“You owe me this, Shana, after what went down today,” he says. He grabs some baby oil and Vaseline, and he starts lubricating my asshole for easy entry. I position myself doggy style on the couch, gripping the armrest tightly. He has a big dick, and my asshole is tight. Last time we tried it, he got only four inches in, and I couldn’t take it. I made him stop.

I stare ahead, waiting for his entry. I feel him grab my butt firmly, spreading my cheeks apart. I feel the tip of his dick nearing the center of my ass. He rubs baby oil on his dick, and then he slowly inserts the tip of it inside my asshole. My butt cheeks tighten involuntarily, and I start to squirm.

“Ah…shit…shit…ah!” I cry out as he pushes about five inches of dick into me. My nails dig into the couch, and he thrusts in another two inches. “Aaaaaahhh….God….ssshhhh…shit! Damn…oh…mmm…please do it slow.” The lubrication is beginning to make it a bit easier for me.

He fucks me in the ass slowly. I now feel every bit of his dick pushing inside me. Tyrone must have a spell on me, because I never allowed Jakim to fuck me in the ass. He would always ask, and I’d be very adamant about it:
No!
And it was always no. A bit of me feels that I’m playing myself tonight, allowing Tyrone to do it.

“You love me, Shana?” he asks as he slowly moves more dick into me. His legs are apart on the edge of the couch behind me, and one of his hands is on the small of my back. I know this looks like a porno scene.

“Yes! Aaaaaahhh…ah…yes, I love you. Oh, shit!”

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“Yes, a little,” I reply weakly.

“You’ll get used to it. I wanna come in your fuckin’ ass.”

He continues pushing dick into my tight ass for ten more minutes before pulling out. He tells me to stay in this position, and then I feel him shove his big black dick into my pussy...now that’s more like it. I pant and cry out. He grips my hips on both sides and goes to work on me something lovely. I know our neighbors hear us; I’m loud and can’t shut the fuck up, as he rapidly pounds about nine and a half inches into me.

I cum and I cum, and after we’re done, Tyrone leaves me passed out and naked on the couch. I said it once, and I’m gonna say it again: Tyrone is nothing but right in my life. And there are too many haters out there wanting to fuck up my shit.

I place the .45 in my mouth, and I’m tempted to pull the fuckin’ trigger. I hate living right now; the pain is too much for me to bear. Every fuckin’ second I’m thinking about that bitch, and it’s driving me crazy. I loved her, and she dissed me. She dissed me for a fuckin’ loser. I got down on one knee and proposed to her, and she fuckin’ dissed me and stayed with Tyrone.

I’m parked in a supermarket parking lot in Rochdale. There are no cars around, so nobody can bear witness to my attempted suicide. I’m overwhelmed with tears. I take the gun out of my mouth and place it against my temple. Maybe a shot to the head would be easier for me. I press my index finger lightly on the trigger. I so badly want to squeeze. I pant loudly, overcome with emotion. I want my suicide to be on that bitch’s conscience. I want her to suffer every day for the rest of her life, knowing that she caused this. I want Shana to hate herself every day.

Do it, Jakim. Kill yourself
, my mind is telling me. I should have
killed her first, but I was too afraid to shoot her down like that. I should have gone after Tyrone. He humiliated me. He didn’t care. He was selfish.

Do it, niggah. It won’t hurt. It’ll end the fuckin’ pain.
There’s a round in the chamber…I’m ready. I stare out the windshield as tears trickle down my face. It’s silent…just me and my thoughts, and soon I’m going to splatter my brains all over this car. I want her so much, and it hurts so bad not being able to have her and be with her. I have women chasing me every day, like Milk, Latish, Lisa and a few others. But yet I’m trippin’ over Shana. Love is a very dangerous emotion.

I miss her…I can’t live without her. We’ve been through a lot. But she doesn’t want me anymore. I cry louder and harder. I feel like a fuckin’ bitch! And the more I think about my feelings and the way I’m acting, I want to squeeze the trigger.

Go ahead, niggah. She doesn’t want you anymore. You couldn’t kill them, so kill your fuckin’ self, bitch!
My mind is racing as a million and one things run through it. I grip the gun tighter and press it to my temple.
Get it over with.

I take one last breath. I’m ready to squeeze, but my cell phone rings, distracting me. I glance down at the number and see that it’s Latish. Seeing her name appear on my screen triggers something in me. Y
ou gonna let that bitch Shana get the best of you? Handle your business, niggah. You can play games, too
.

I take the gun from my head and dry my tears. No one will ever know how close I just came to killing myself. I get myself together and give Latish a call back.

About an hour later I’m knocking at Latish’s door. I thought I’d never find myself here again. But here I am… maybe it’s fate. But my plan is
to get even, and I know the best way to do it. I’ll make Shana jealous, even furious.