Boss Bitch Swag (3 page)

Chapter 5

“What’s yo name,
M
a?” I asked the mysterious beauty as soon as I approached, dying to see if she was as fine close up as she was from a distance.

“I’m Jasmine.” She smiled at me
-
and for the first time in my life
,
a stone-cold cynical nigga believed in love at first sight. “But everybody just calls me Jazz.”

Jasmine Hayes was as fine as they came. She was around five
-
foot
-
four with golden dewy skin, long
,
wild blue-black hair
,
and big
,
innocent dark brown doe eyes. She was petite but still curvy in all the right places
, h
er good genes
gave
her an effortless flat stomach
, and o
ne hundred crunches every single morning gave it tone. It wasn’t overly muscular, but more feminine and sexy, in a hardcore kind of way. She liked structure. I could tell that already. She wasn’t lazy either
;
I’d never seen a lazy broad with a midsection like that. Her tight-fitting black
T
-shirt with an image of my all
-
time favorite rapper
,
Tupac Shakur
,
stopped right above her belly
button
, and t
he piercing through her navel was adorned with a glowing
green
chronic leaf charm. She was proud of all her hard work and enjoyed showing it off. I wasn’t mad at her.

“I’m Bo
-”

“I know who you are
,
”
s
he interrupted me
-
and surprisingly enough
,
I didn’t even mind. “I’ve seen you around few times.”

Her voice was sultry in a young
-
girl
he>girl
-
who
-
was
-
trying
-
to
-
appear
-
older
-
and
-
more
-
mature kind of way. I could tell she had game
,
and I wanted to play. The chemistry
between us
was instant
– and it was
the kind that usually only leads to trouble. We both knew to be cautious of
one another; i
t was written all over her walk and initialed right next to my swag. I was either going to end up breaking her heart
,
or she was going
to
flip the script and end up breaking mine. Something told me to walk away, to just leave well enough alone
-
but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I had to know her. I had to have her. I had to be inside her at least one good time.

“So when can I call you?” A nigga cut right to the chase. We both knew what was up. I thought she was fine
,
and it was obvious to me that she thought the same thing about yours truly. I wasn’t about to play the same games with her that I
’
d played with Gina. If she wanted to fuck with a nigga
,
all she had to do was say so.

“Wheneva
,
” Jasmine answered my question back so nonchalantly,
it was
like she couldn’t have cared less. I don’t know why that turned me on, but it did. It let me know that she had other things on her mind besides talkin’ on the phone all night to some nigga she barely knew. I pictured her in an all pink bedroom
,
doing her homework, reading one of those trashy novels chicks love so much, or just lying back and relaxing with some Brandy, Monica, or Aaliyah playing in the background. She was just smooth like that
; i
t didn’t even require any effort on her behalf. She was a boss bitch
-
and if I had it my way
,
she was going to be
this
Boss’s bitch.

“I just don’t want yo folks to be trippin’ if I call too late
,
” I told her as I placed my hands above my forehead to shield my eyes from the bright
,
beaming sun. The weather in St. Louis was a trip. The day before
,
it was cool and raining
-
then today there was barely a breeze with a temperature of almost eighty degrees. It was crazy, but those of us who
’
d lived here all our lives were used to it.

“My mom’s cool
,
and my dad’s in the army. He ain’t even in the country.” She waved it off like it was nothing. “But you know that new Ice Cube movie comes out tonight, right?”

“Is that yo way of tellin’ me you wanna go out with me?”

Without saying another word
,
she took a small red Betty Boop notebook out of her white leather bag
– which had
“
Coach
”
written across the front
of it –
and began to write down her phone number. Once she was finished
,
she kissed it, leaving her pink glittery lip
gloss print for me to remember her by, then tore the page out and handed it over to me. I liked her style. I liked everything about her.

me.1em">
,
” Jasmine
said as she
blushed
,
revealing two sexy
-
ass
,
deep set dimples on each of her cheeks
. She then
walked away
, but not before turning back and
toss
ing
one last bit of information my way
,
“I’ll be ready at seven.”

As she continued to walk down the block
,
I got a good view of that ass in motion. I wanted her so bad
,
I could taste her. Whatever it took to get this one
,
I was determined to do. I knew she was going to make me work for it
; s
he just gave off that vibe
- b
ut for some reason I didn’t care. I didn’t even feel stupid for not caring. My dick was right
: t
his chick was special. She was bad. On a scale of one to ten
,
her face and her body were both tens, but there was more to her than that. There was something in her eyes. I didn’t know what just yet, but I was damn sure about to try my hardest to figure it out. She was like a riddle. Finding the answer was the hardest and most intriguing part of the process.

True to my word
,
I called Jasmine later that evening. We talked for a while about nothing too important. All the typical questions were asked
:
Where do you live? Where did you grow up? Do you have any brothers or sisters? What school you go to?
All the shit you really don’t care about but ask anyway just to be polite.

When I hung up the phone
,
I was actually excited
– and t
hat was a new one for me. I thought about li
’
l mama the entire time I was in the shower. I fantasized about what her body would look like once I peeled all her clothes away
...i
f I wasn’t on my way to see her
,
I would have
had
to
stay in that bitch all day.

I walked out
of
my bedroom fully dressed in a pair of brand new Nautica jeans and a brand new blood red Nautica button-down fresh from Macy’s. I threw on my black leather belt, my black leather Tims
,
and the brand new six hundred dollar black leather Nautica jacket that I
’d
been waiting to show off
for just this kind of
occasion. Once I sprayed on a little Cool Water cologne
,
I was good to go.

Gina rolled her eyes when she saw just how good a nigga was looking
, and
I could see the jealousy cloudin’ up her mind. She was mad for no good reason at all. I didn’t flip out when she got pregnant by ol
’
boy. Whatever we had was over
, and s
he knew it just as well as I did. Some people just have a hard time letting go of what’s comfortable.

“Don’t even think about bringin’ that hoe back here.” Gina had the nerve to
give
order
s
like she paid the rent up in that muthafucka. “I already know ya’ll fuckin’. You ain’t gotta throw it up in my face.”

“Excuse me, bitch?” My ego stopped me dead in my tracks. “This
my
muthafuckin’ house
,
and if you got
a problem
-
then you can get the fuck out.” The tone in my voice was cold
,
but my stare was even colder. I was not about to let my kindness be mistaken for weakness. “You got anything else to say?” I waited a few seconds
,
but Gina gave no response. “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

When I
walked
out the door
,
I did so with a clear consci
ence
. I didn’t owe Gina’s ass anything
, but
I
’d come
through for her when no one else would. I gave her and her son a place to stay
;
her own
mama
wouldn’t even do that
-
and all the fuck I got in return was attitude. Let the bitch roll her eyes at the nigga who left her ass all alone with a baby on her hip, no job, no money
,
and no second thought. Fuck her ungrateful ass. I had my own life to live
,
and that was exactly where I was headed.

At around seven
-
twenty
,
I picked Jasmine up for our date. I
’
d never been on one of those before
; u
sually when I was trying to fuck a chick
,
I
’
d just fire up
- t
he weed did the rest. I didn’t have to spend any money. Most of the time
,
I barely even had to try. Now I found myself freshly dressed in my truck
– which
was clean and smelling good from the car wash
–
with a roll of cash in my pocket
,
prepared to spend every dollar. I laughed at myself a little.
Who the fuck was this nigga
,
and what had he done with Boss?

Jasmine walked out of her house wearing a tight little red dress that fit her body like a glove. I didn’t know much about fashion
,
but I knew that dress was a winner. She looked so fuckin’ good in it
,
my mouth started to water. I
’
d be lying if I said I didn’t picture myself stripping that dress off her. My dick told me to fuck the movie and drive to a motel instead, but I didn’t listen. I wanted to do it right this time. With Gina
,
we fucked first and got to know each other later
; b
y the time we both realized that we really didn’t like one another
,
it was too late. My dick was just going to have to wait.

Jasmine, or Jazz as she liked to be called, didn’t reveal too much about herself on the phone. She did say that she was an only child born to a white mother and a
B
lack father. That seemed to be a hot button issue with her
,
so I didn’t press it. She would turn sixteen next month and had been attending Beaumont High School ever since her freshman year. She also said that she was a Pisces
-
the sign of the freak. I damn near had to beat my dick down just thinking about all the freaky things she could do to a nigga. She knew what she was doing. Jazz was the kind of chick that didn’t reveal anything by accident
; s
he was a thinker. Her conversations were well thought out long before she ever picked up a phone
– and t
hat was sexy to me. It also proved to me that
,
unlike Gina
,
sh waan>
’
t afraid to use it. For the time being
,
that was all I needed to know.