Lady Swagger-The Beginning (2 page)

Nikki never took her eyes off Cheryl who was looking fine
r than ever tonight. She had a smooth cocoa complexion, mesmerizing gray eyes, and straight pearly whites. Her long wavy hair was neatly pulled into a single braid twist that nearly touched the center of her back. She looked mixed but Nikki wasn’t for sure. Cheryl also had a wickedly exotic tongue piercing and tribal tattoos on both sides of her neck and arms. Her lean physique, flat stomach, and toned arms not only meant that she worked out faithfully, but that she took her health seriously, which was another plus in Nikki’s book. Cheryl had a tomboy sex appeal with a serious swagger, but her femininity was evident beyond the hardened exterior.

The longer Nikki
stood there breathing in the same air as Cheryl, the more curious she became about what fucking her would be like. She could hardly resist the urge as she contemplated what Cheryl’s tongue would feel like against her lips, riding her clit, and crawling deep inside of her pussy.

Cheryl broke Nikki’
s concentration.

“So what’s up, ma? When you gone drop that zero and get you a hero?”

Nikki blushed. “Hmph! So I’m guessing
you’re
my hero?”

“You already know this,”
Cheryl said. “I’ve been checking for you since day one but you just can’t seem to shake that stray cat of yours to give me the time of day.”

“Well tonight just might be your lucky night.”

Cheryl’s mysterious tight eyes lit up and it looked like Nikki was staring into the moon. “Word?”

Nikki gave a
slow nod while her eyes smiled. “Yeah. Take my number down.” Cheryl pointed to her head and Nikki began rattling off her digits. “You better put it to use,” she said.

“
And you better know that I will,” Cheryl smiled, making Nikki’s knees nearly buckle.

Cheryl
brushed the few strands of hair on her chin with her palm as if she was proud of it. She glanced back at Jazz. “I won’t hold you and your girl up but expect a call later tonight.”

Nikki grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“Yeah, we’ll see.”

Cheryl bou
nced her head cockily and the second she turned around to head for Lady Swagger, she bumped right into Dream. Nikki’s eyes darted from one to the other. Dream’s timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

Cheryl’s face twisted into a
sour smug while Dream on the other hand looked like she’d just encountered a ghost and its pit bull.

Cheryl
slightly raised her hands as if it were a citizen’s arrest. “My bad bro. Gotta be more careful,” she smiled slyly.

Dream didn’t
even respond to the specious apology. Only bore mud holes through Nikki with her muddy brown eyes.

Cheryl played it off and kept
on walking, but Nikki wanted to fuck Dream up where she knew it would hurt. She looked past Dream and called out, “Talk to you tonight, babe!” Her attention never swayed until Cheryl walked completely inside Lady Swagger. Only then did Nikki acknowledge Dream standing there. She looked her soon to be ex-girlfriend straight in the eye and wryly conjured up the word, “Hello,” before flicking the leftover cigarette clean across the parking lot. She coolly turned around, headed for Jazz’s car.

Dream

“What the fuck was that
just now!” Dream shouted in a paroxysm of rage. She stood frozen, waiting for Nikki to turn back around and explain why in the hell she was skinning and grinning all up in another stud’s face like that. Seeing how she was being ignored, Dream shouted her name again.

“Nikki!”
she yelled as she stormed after her. The second she caught up with her she grabbed her by the arm. “I know you fuckin’ hear me talkin’ to you! Bitch, is you suddenly deaf or somethin’?”

Nikki yanked her arm back
and eyed Dream incredulously. “Get your fucking hand off of me.” Her lips upturned and her nose flared. “It smells like that nasty hooker you were just in there with!”

Everything Nikki was saying
went through one ear and out the other as Dream’s eyes skated over the skintight dress she wore. She looked her up and down and immediately thought the worse.

“
Oh so you fuckin’ that bitch behind my back?” Dream exploded. She began looking around the parking lot, wondering how many more bitches she was going to have to make an example out of. “I can’t believe you fuckin’ that bitch! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted your ass.”

Nikki
continued to the car as if Dream was invisible and if their conversation was irrelevant. She opened the passenger door but before she could get the other leg inside the car, Dream charged like a maniacal bull and yanked her out of the car by both legs in one swift move.

“What the fuck
are you doing to her, Dream?” Jazz yelled. “Get off of her! Oh my god. Nikki!”

Nikki’s back
and elbows hit the pavement so hard she howled at the top of her lungs. She kicked and put up a fight but was no competition for Dream who flung her around like a ragdoll. She dragged Nikki to the middle of the parking lot for everyone outside to see.

“Please stop
, Dream!” Nikki cried to no avail. “You’re hurting me!”

“Dream, get the fuck off of her!” Jazz hollered as she
hopped out of the car.  

The Hennessey and Coke gave Dream the courage and the physical strength to handle Nikki the way she deserved to be handled. Especially after pulling a stunt like the one she had just pulled. She would learn to never disrespect Dream again. She placed her legs on either side of Nikki and sat on her.

“After all the s
hit I do for you and you fuckin’ with that bitch? Huh! You playing me, baby?” Dream hollered in exasperated breaths as her grip grew tighter around Nikki’s throat.

Nikki gagged, unable to answer Dream.
She slapped at her hands and pulled at her clothes, struggling for air.

“Please
stop. Oh my god, somebody help!” Jazz screamed and cried simultaneously. “She’s trying to kill her!”

Dream
was in another world. All kind of thoughts danced in her head, convincing her that Cheryl and Nikki had been sleeping together this entire time. They were trying to make her look like a damn fool. All she saw was red, causing her to sink her nails deeply into Nikki’s skin.

“Bitch, I will kill you! You understand me? I will fuckin’ lay your ass out
if you ever disrespect me like that again!”

“Aghhcckkk!” Nikki gagged. Tears streamed down the sides of her face.

Dream wasn’t fazed by the tears one bit. She was livid and absorbed in her own madness to give one solid fuck.

Jazz
ran up from behind and began pulling at Dream’s clothes. When that didn’t get her off of Nikki, she began pummeling her back like an angry woman.

Dream turned around and backhanded
Jazz, causing her to stumble backwards and fall.

“
This between me and Nikki, Jazz. So stay out of our shit!”

“
You’re crazy!” Jazz yelled, oblivious to all the blood spewing from her nose and onto her dress. “I’m calling the police!” She got up from the ground and ran back to her car.

When Dream turned back around Nikki
practically tried to gouge her eyes out.

“Awwww!” Dream shrieked. She couldn’t see a thing but she didn’t have to because she had Nikki positioned
perfectly between her legs. She raised her body slightly and drove her right knee forward, directly into Nikki’s gut.

An inaudible bellow es
caped Nikki. “Awwww!”

She was experiencing Dream’s uncontrollable temper, her wrath, her love,
her jealously, and a manic episode caused by her bipolar disorder, all in one. The thought of Nikki being with another woman saddened Dream, but what infuriated her to a great degree was finding out that it was Cheryl―her archenemy.

Unending tears
continued to skate down the sides of Nikki’s face but her pain couldn’t have been greater than what Dream was feeling. This felt more like a knife in her back because Nikki knew she couldn’t stand that bitch.

Nikki tried to wiggle her way from under D
ream’s knee but was unsuccessful with every attempt. It was Dream who had the upper hand. Even when Nikki went into another choking fit, not once did Dream let up.

“Say get the fuck up off of her!” someone yelled.

All of a sudden, before Dream realized what was happening, a gang of D Bois rushed her. She fell to the left side of Nikki as her longtime rivals, stomped her out. She was able to land a few punches but that only angered her attackers, sending another hail of angry kicks across her face and into her body. She tried to protect her head but someone had pinned her arms down. It went on for what felt like hours, but in actuality was only two minutes. The last thing Dream remembered hearing someone say was, “We fucked that bitch up, Cheryl!” Then everything went completely black.

Jazz

“You put
that extra money on my books yet?” The voice boomed through the telephone line before the automated operator could disengage the line. Jazz smiled at her beau’s early morning wakeup call and wished so badly that Solo were lying there next to her. Instead, he was seventy-seven miles away at the Jackson State Prison, serving a two-year bid on a CCW (Carrying Concealed Weapon) charge.

“Of course I did
boo,” Jazz smiled. Although she didn’t understand why $75 a week was never enough money for an inmate, she trusted that upping it to $100 must have been necessary. And there was no way she was going to sit back and watch her man go without so she happily obliged. “You should have access to it today or tomorrow,” she informed him.

Jazz
’s eyes landed on the lovely portrait of her Solo that was taped to the dresser mirror. They were hugged up wearing matching outfits. The smiles on their faces was evident of their love for one another. She loved Solo and was extremely optimistic that the time and patience she invested into him would all be worthwhile. He was the love of her life and she would do anything he asked of her―even if it killed her. She was the true definition of a ride or die chick because there wasn’t one thing she wouldn’t do for him. She stuck by his side through thick and thin and she made sure he had everything he needed while he was on lockdown. At least everything that was in her power to give him because she knew what he truly was missing was her sweet pussy, just as bad as she was that good beefcake of his.

“Thanks, baby. You know how much I love you right?”

“Yes, I know boo. And I love you too. I just need for them to hurry the fuck up and let you out of there. You don’t belong in there and they know it. You’re not a criminal.”

“I’m counting down the days
too, baby. Twenty-one to be exact.”

“
Yeah, I know. It’s embedded in my brain, but twenty-one days is starting to feel a hell of a lot like twenty-one years. I don’t know if I can do this again,” she said. “So when you get out this time, you’re not going to give them a reason to take you away from me again, right?”

“Damn right
I ain’t! These motherfuckers won’t ever see my black ass again. I’m tired of this shit. I miss you and I miss the free world. I’m tired of being tied down with these lowlife motherfuckers up in here. This shit is all for the birds because I’m not like any of these cats in here. I’m better than them!”

Jazz grew silent as she hung on tightly to every word as if it would be his last.
As if it were all she had to get her through these next twenty-one days. She had never been the type to question anything Solo said or did because she trusted he wouldn’t lie to her. She worshipped the ground he walked on. If it weren’t for the playa-hating police that arrested him on his way to get her a hot dog from Coney Island, her man would be waking up to her every morning and not in some dirty, bug infested, jail cell. She despised the police and as soon as her baby was back in the free world, which wasn’t much longer, they were going to leave Detroit and build their lives elsewhere. At least those were her plans for them.

As if knowing what would erase her worry, Solo said,
“You know the first thing I’m gonna do when I get out of here?”

Jazz smiled
hungrily. Imagining that his first mission would be to tear her pussy to shreds. But she asked anyway. Just to hear him say it. “What are you gonna do, daddy?”

“I’m gonna tear that pussy up!”

Jazz held back her laughter and played along in the dirty talk.

“Oh yeah
? Well you know it’s good and tight. Wet and ready for you, baby.”

She was glad that she was able to say that and know it was the truth. In the entire time he’d been on lockdown, c
heating on Solo never crossed her mind. And while her pussy had never gone this long without him, she managed to satisfy her sexual needs the good old-fashioned way.

“
You know what else I’m gone do?”

“What?” she whispered, lacing her sweet voice with a dash of freaky.

“I’m going to show you how much I love and appreciate you for sticking by my side while a brother was in the joint. Ain’t no other woman out there like you, Jazzlyn. You my heart.”

Jazz’s heart was melting.
She could hear the sincerity in his voice. “I miss you so much,” Jazz squeezed out as tears rolled down her cheeks. It never failed. Every time he would call or when she would visit, she cried.

“I miss you too sugar dumpling. Just wait and see. I’m going to be the best man you could have ever imagined.
So you know what I want you to do?”

“
What, baby? I’ll do anything.”

“I want you to pick out a nice white dress.”

Jazz’s eyes widened and she sat all the way up in the bed. She snatched the scarf off her head and her eyes were bucked wide. She was fully awake now.

“Are you saying what I think you’re
saying, Solo?” She couldn’t contain her excitement.

“
Yep. We getting married as soon as I walk up out of here.”

“Oh my god! Really?” She
leaped out of bed and began dancing as tears of joy continued to trickle down her face.

The operator came on
a second time and alerted them of how much time they had. Jazz knew it was merely seconds before the call would be disconnected. She gave him her final
I love you’s
and hung up the phone before giving the system the satisfaction to disconnect them without having said goodbye.

She
walked around the room searching for her house shoes, her left ankle still sore as well as her face from last night’s attack. She so badly wanted to tell Solo about what had happened at the club but knew that he would have broken out of jail to get at Dream’s butch ass. He never liked her hanging around Nikki so much anyway because he knew she was a lesbian and he feared she would try to convert Jazz to her lifestyle. It took some time for him to come around and accept that they were only friends and had no interest in one another. Jazz was strictly dickly. Still, if he knew that the left side of her face was bruised and swollen at the hands of Nikki’s girlfriend, he would have spazzed the hell out.

Jazz
headed for the bathroom to see if the swelling had gone down any. When she looked in the mirror, she nearly had a heart attack. She recoiled at the image.

“I hope they fucked h
er up something good,” she uttered, recalling how the D-Bois had Dream stretched out in the club’s parking lot like a $2 hoe. She laughed inside at the thought of her getting a dose of her own medicine for a change. That would teach her not to put her hands on another woman again. Yet, while Jazz felt a victory had been won with the ass whipping Dream was given, she hated that it was an even greater possibility that Nikki would go crawling back into her arms like she had many times before.

She brushed her teeth and hopped in the shower, ready to get on with her day. She had several clients booked but
she decided to call her first client and reschedule her hair appointment for later, or pass her to one of the other five stylists she had working for her. She needed to swing by Nikki’s place to make sure she was okay after last night’s drag out fight with that psycho fanatic girlfriend of hers.