Boss Bitch Swag (5 page)

Chapter 8

Jasmine and I
were
together for almost a month before I finally let her come back to my apartment. I said it was because I didn’t want to rush her, but in reality it was more because I knew Gina's ass would clown. Fucking her almost every night didn’t make things transition any smoother. I was wrong for that
,
and I knew it
-
but when a bitch keeps throwing the pussy in my direction
,
eventually a nigga like me is go
nna
catch it.

Jazz was a good girl
; s
he was just a little lost and confused
,
just like the rest of us. She turned to sex to survive
,
then turned to drugs to get through the sex. She wasn’t into anything heavy
;
just a blunt here and there. Since weed was also my drug of choice
,
we got along just fine. I usually smoked somewhere between five
and
ten blunts a day. When I was blowed
,
I didn’t think about my mother committing suicide, about Monica’s still unsolved murder, or about my son being stillborn. And if I got high enough
,
I forgot all about my other two sisters
,
who were both now living with their boyfriends and hadn’t talked to my ass in months. There were no visits
or
phone calls. It was like all the things I did for Monique and Michelle didn’t even matter
; t
hey got what they could out of medidld out
,
then cut me off when something better came along. I wasn’t even mad at them
; a
nigga was
just
hurt.

“Baby, I’ll be in yo room waitin’ on you
,
” Jasmine
said, making
sure to speak loud enough so
Gina could hear her. “Don’t take too long
; y
ou know I get lonely without you.”

I couldn’t help but watch her walk away
;
t
he view was spectacular
– and a
ll that ass in those jeans was mine. Her days of fucking weak niggas for cash were over. When she needed something
,
she came to me. It ain’t trickin’ if it’s your woman.

“That bitch spendin’ the night?
”
Gina fucked up my good mood with her nasty
-
ass attitude. “
’
Cause if she is
-”

“First off
,
Gina, don’t be callin’ my gal a
‘
bitch
’
‘
cause she ain’t did shit to you. Second, if you don’t like it
,
you know what you can do.” I laid the cards all out on the table. Being nice got you nowhere with Gina. I let her and her son stay with me rent
-
free
,
but she still wanted more. I fed them and kept li
’
l man in pampers and clothes
,
but even that wasn’t enough. I finally had somebody in my life that appreciated me
,
and I wasn
’
t about to fuck that up for Gina or anybody else.

“Don’t’ worry
;
I’ll be outta yo way soon
,
”
s
he threatened
me as
tears form
ed
in her eyes. “Me and Li
’
l Mike gettin’ the fuck outta here next month.”

“Then so be it, Gina.” I raised my arms in the air as if I were calling a truce. “My gal
’
s waitin’ on me.”

“Fuck her!
I’m
supposed to be yo gal!”

That proved it
: t
he bitch was delusional. I didn’t even stop to address her last comment
;
I just shook my head and continued on towards my bedroom door. I wasn’t forcing her to leave
,
but I also wasn’t asking her to stay. As long as li
’
l man had a roof over his head
,
then that was cool with me. I couldn’t live Gina’s life for her. I wished her the best
,
but it was time for both of us to move on.

When I finally made it to my bedroom
,
Jasmine was lying on my bed butt
-
ass naked, smoking a fat blunt. My eyes slowly scanned her entire body from top to bottom
; i
t was perfection. Even the hair on her pussy was neat and trim. I stepped inside the door and closed it shut behind me.

“You like what you see?”
m
y baby asked as she ran her manicured fingers across her beautiful breasts. “This the first time you’ve seen babu’ve me completely naked.”

She didn’t have to remind me. My eyes were glued to her. She had my full
,
undivided attention. It wasn’t our first time fucking
,
but quickies in the backseat of my truck or in her bedroom at home while her mother slept in the next room just weren’t getting it.

She hit the blunt one last time
,
then raised it in the air as an offering to me. I went and sat down on the bed right next to her and took it out of her delicate hand. I hit that shit hard while going over her curves with my eyes. Jazz had that kill. Her pussy was like crack
; e
very time I fucked her
,
I thought about the next time. No bitch had ever had me that far gone. I knew it
-
and unfortunately for me
,
she knew it
,
to
o
.

“What you want me to do,
D
addy?” She
was trying
to entice me
,
and it worked. My dick was already hard
,
and all she had to do was just lay there. Before I even had a chance to answer her question
,
she licked her middle finger so very seductively
,
then slowly slid it down her chest and stomach until it met her warm, wet pussy. She
then
spread her legs open wide and began to play with herself. She moaned and arched her back as she put pressure on her clit
, and
I kept on smoking while my dick kept on growing harder and harder with every second that passed.
Finally, she
looked up at me
, then closed
her eyes tight and pleasur
ed
herself the same way she did late at night when she was all alone in her bed.

“Uhm
...
”
s
he purred. “Baby, I want you to come here and suck my titties. Pretty, pretty please?”

How could I not when she asked so nicely
?
Fuck that blunt
;
I put it out in the small glass ashtray that I kept on my nightstand. Before I knew it
,
I was on top of Jazz
-
almost completely naked myself. Her body felt so good underneath mine. She was so soft
,
and she smelled so sweet. I pushed her breasts together and ran my tongue across her nipples. She shivered beneath me. The harder I licked
,
the more she gyrated. I wanted all of her. She had me gone in the head
,
and I wasn’t even trippin’.

“Oh
G
od
,
yes
...
yes
,
Boss
,
yes
...
”
s
he squealed as my tongue made first contact with her pussy. Eating out was new to me, but her reaction made it obvious that a nigga was gifted at it. I licked her again and again
, and w
ith every stroke I got a little better. She was going crazy. Soon
,
my entire face was buried between her thighs.

“Ooooh
,
Boss
...
ssssssss
...
uhm
...
that feels sooo good
...
”

I loved watching her. She couldn't control herself
– and i
iv>/span>
,
too. My dick was brick just from pleasing her. I never even knew that shit was possible.

“You ready for this dick?” I slid two fingers inside her while I continued to lick her pussy. “You ready, huh? You ready for this dick,
M
a?”

“Ooooh yes
,
baby
...
baby
...
I’m about to cum
...
” She grabbed a hold of my head and lost complete control over her body.

The way she came was like art. She was still for a moment
, and
I took that time to go to the kitchen and get a drink of water. A nigga
’
s mouth was on drought
; e
ating pussy made me thirsty. I couldn’t front
,
though
-
I liked it
, and m
y baby liked it
,
to
o
. We were both freaks that way. Every single time we fucked
,
we pushed it to the limit. She gave me her all
,
and I gave her mine. I couldn’t control my dick around Jazz any more than I could control my heart. It was a dangerous game for a nigga like me to play, but I didn’t have a choice
:
I was falling fast
,
and there was nothing I could do or use to stop myself.

Chapter 9

Jasmine and I hadn’t even been together for two full months when we found out she was pregnant. We both knew it was coming
; y
ou don’t have sex all day
,
every day without using something and not get a baby out of the deal. As soon as Gina moved out
,
Jazz moved in. Her mother made us both promise that she was going to stay in school even after she had the baby. We did. When I made that promise to her mother
,
it meant a lot to me. Nobody’s moms had ever made me give the
m
my word before. At that point
,
I really didn’t care how Jazz felt about the arrangement. Her ass was staying in school until she got her diploma
; t
he only way she was quitting was over my dead body
– and e
ven then she
’
d still have to get through her mother. That was my baby and all
,
but if it came down to her or her moms
-
I was putting my money on the old bird.

Jasmine was my pride and joy. I was definitely guilty of spoiling her. She got any and everything she wanted. If she just had to have a new outfit, she got a new outfit
-
no matter how much it cost. Her shoes were never less than a few hundred dollars
,
and her purses were ridiculous. I laid down almost two grand on a Fendi bag that she just had to have for a class trip to the Arch. Who the hell can’t go to the St. Louis Arch without a Fendi bag? My baby
,
that’s who. I complained about the shit, but it really didn’t bother me. When she was happy
,
it made me happy
; h
er smile lit up even my darkest days. Jasmine may have been the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on, but her compassion and her kind heart made her flawless. She made me believe in humanity again. I planned on building my future around her and our child
; t
hey were the only things that really mattered to me. As long as I had them
,
I knew I was going to be okay. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind.

That Friday night when I took Jasmine’s rotten ass to the mall to buy her a new outfit and new accessories to match
,
I ran right into an old acquaintance of mine. Ren was my nigga back in the day. From kindergarten on up
,
we were as thick as thieves. I was just a runt back then. Big niggas picked on me constantly
,
and I was too small to do anything about it. Ren was the only one that ever had my back. He was the biggest kid in the entire school. Nobody fucked with him
-
and as soon as he gave the word
,
nobody fucked with me again either. Ren was the brother I never had, the brother I always wanted. We lived in the same housing projects up until I was around twelve. At fifteen
,
Ren was a few years older me than me, but it didn’t matter. When his family got evicted that summer
,
they moved across the water to live with his grandmother in East St. Louis. They might as well have moved to Mexico
;
I lost touch with my boy
,
and once again I had to find my own way.

“What up
,
my nigga?” Ren shouted out while he grabbed me up and pulled me into a masculine hug. “Fuck you been?”

“Me? Nigga, you the one who dropped off the face of the earth.”

Seeing Ren took me back to the good old days. My family looked at him as just another branch on the tree
,
and vice versa. Every Sunday night
,
my moms made her famous southern fried pork chops
,
and Ren always made sure he had a seat at th
e
table. Moms would make three extra chops for him
,
and he always cleaned his plate.

“Who is this?” Ren questioned, turning his attention to Jasmine.

My baby was lookin
g
fly
,
as always. The mall was full of people,
but
she stood out from the crowd. Men
B
lack, white, red and yellow all broke their necks to get a better view
, but
I didn’t mind. They could look all the fuck they wanted
; s
he was going home with me.

“This my babymama
,
Jasmine
,
” I informed Ren as I put my hand around her waist and pulled her as close to me as humanly possible. “Jazz, this my boy
,
Ren. We grew up together
,
” I continued, introducing my past to my future.

“Hi.” Jasmine flashed him a quick polite smile
,
then turned her attention back to me. “Baby, I gotta use the bathroom
,
”
s
he whispered in my ear so Ren wouldn’t hear.

“Go
‘
head. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jazz kissed me on my cheek
,
then went on about her business. I watched her for a minute just to make sure she was cool. She hated when niggas tried to holla at her in my presence. I was always checkin
g
somebody over her fine ass.

“Man, I was sorry to hear about yo moms
,
” Ren offered me his condolences. “She was good people.”

For the first time in a long while
,
my mother’s face flashed through my mind
, and
I was back to missing her, back to missing our family the way it used to be. Having Jasmine living with me took my mind off all that
, but t
he moment she left my side I was vulnerable again. I knew Ren wasn’t purpose
ful
ly trying to hurt me
; h
e was just paying his respects
-
but bringing up my mother only brought up pain right along with it. It was still too soon
,
and I was still too raw.

“Thanks
,
man.” I bowed my head and humbly accepted his gesture. “That means a lot.”

“I wish I coulda made it to the service
,
but they had a nigga doin
’
twelve months over some bullshit.”

“You wouldn't
have
wanted to be there anyway.” A wave of sadness suddenly washed over me. “
I
didn’t even wanna be there. Then when Mon got killed
-”

“Monica got killed?” Ren’s face was right in step with his emotions. He was shocked
,
and it showed
; m
y nigga was all torn up on the inside.
E
ver since he was little
,
Ren had always had a crush on Monica. He always told me he was going to wife her up when he got a little older. I found the shit to be hilarious, but Monica just thought it was annoying. Her baby brother’s friend wasn’t the man she saw herself marrying. My dude wasn’t even a man yet. Neither one of us were.

“How yo moms doin’?” I redirected the conversation. My motives were tricky
;
I was tired of talking about my broken family, but I was also interested in hearing about Ren’s. They were a very important part of my childhood. His uncle Chauncey taught us how to roll our first blunt. His uncle Reggie showed us our first porno. His aunt Beverly showed us our first real live naked woman.
Well, s
he didn’t really show us
; w
e peaked through the bathroom door while she was taking a shower
-
but it still counted. I had wet dreams about that woman for years.

“Moms still crazy as hell
,
” Ren laughed. “She ain’t changed a bit.”

I couldn’t help but laugh right along with him. Ren had the most ghetto fabulous mother in the entire world. She didn’t take shit from anybody. She was black as night and pushing three hundred pounds with bright red hair and gold fronts in her mouth. Mrs. Jones was tough
,
but she was a good mother. She loved her kids to death and didn't want them to get caught up in the everyday trappings of the hood. And just like my moms watched out for her son
,
Mrs. Jones always kept a watchful eye on me.

Ren and I exchanged numbers before splitting up and going our separate ways
;
I headed towards the women’s bathroom to meet up with Jazz while he headed towards Footlocker to check out the new Jordans. Some things never changed. My nigga always did love Js. We used to skip school and stand in line for hours whenever a news nenever pair came out. The next day at school
,
we were like celebrities
; e
verybody wanted to be down with us. That was just the beginning for me. That little taste of power made me crave it more. Over the years
,
I fed it just enough to keep it alive, but my time was coming. 21
^st
Street was already mine
...s
oon the entire north side of St. Louis would be as well.