Still Candy Shopping (17 page)

I went back to the kitchen to eat my bowl of cereal. Right around the time I was done, Slim brought his dusty ass out of the bathroom and walked in the kitchen with his fucking boxer shorts on like he was the king around here.

“Was somebody knocking on the front door?” he asked.

I swallowed the cereal I had in my mouth, and then I said, “Yeah, it was a guy named Big Rob. He told me to tell you to come holler at him.”

“Did you open my front door?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You better not have,” he warned me, and then he walked back into the living room. It didn’t take him long to change into a pair of shorts and one of his regular white T-shirts. After he slipped on a pair of sneakers, he left the apartment.

Before Stacy had a chance to come out of the bedroom, I had already gone back into my room and closed the door. I got in my bed and prayed that she wouldn’t want to come in the room to talk, because I wasn’t in the mood to chitchat.

I heard her roaming around in the kitchen, so I assumed she was getting herself a bite to eat. I also heard Slim reenter the apartment. His voice was more upbeat than it was before he left. I thought it was because of Stacy’s presence, but then I found out it had something to do with him stacking a few more coins.

I, on the other hand, was furious. I wasn’t in the fucking mood to dance my old ass in front of a room filled with a bunch of niggas. Not to mention I’d never done anything like that before. I did not know the first thing about stripping to a fucking song. That wasn’t my forte. And not only that, I figured what man would want to pay to see me strip? I used to look good, but now my body was all bruised up from track marks, so I knew I would be making a spectacle of myself.

“Did Faith go back to her room?” Slim asked Stacy.

“I haven’t seen her. She wasn’t in here when I came out,” she told him.

Hearing my name made me realize that Slim was coming into the room to look for me. The moment he entered the room, our eyes connected. He looked at me for a brief second, and then he turned his focus toward Jennifer, who was still asleep.

“Jennifer, wake up. I got something to tell y’all,” he yelled.

Jennifer turned over in the bed and tried to adjust her eyes so she’d be able to see what was going on. She looked directly at Slim and then she looked at me. But once he started talking, she put her focus right back on him.

“I came in here to let both of y’all know that we ain’t working the streets tonight, because we gon’ have a strip party for a couple niggas I know,” he said.

“Look, I don’t give a fuck if you’re a stripper or not. You gon’ get your ass in that living room and you gon’ take off your motherfucking clothes. So please don’t give me no more lip about this, because it’s gon’ really make me angry.”

Jennifer sucked her teeth and threw her blanket back over her face.. When he was done talking to her, he looked directly at me and said, “I ain’t gon’ have you dancing because your body don’t look all that hot. You got too many of them nasty ass track marks and shit, so I’ma have you back here doing jobs if one of them niggas wanna fuck or get their dick sucked.”

“OK. I’m fine with that,” I told him. And when he turned his back to leave, I stuck my middle finger up at him as he left the room. When he closed the door, Jennifer burst into laughter.

“Nothing sexy!” She gritted her teeth. “I mean who the fuck he thinks he is inviting some local ass niggas over here so we can take off our clothes and dance around them? I ain’t into that type of shit. It’s bad enough I gotta fuck them niggas on the streets and then give all my money away.”

“Don’t worry about it! It could be worse.”

“I know, Faith. But I’m just tired of all this shit that goes on around here. And not only that, I miss Paris so much. At least when she was here, me and her made the best of this fucked up situation.”

“Yes, I’ve got to admit that she was definitely cool.”

“You damn right. That chick always had my back. And you know what, it bothers me that Slim didn’t give a fuck about her and just left her lying dead on them streets,” Jennifer said as her eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t get yourself all worked up. Something is going to happen for us and we’re gonna be all right,” I tried to assure her, but in all honesty, I didn’t believe what I was saying myself. Jennifer lay there in her bed as if she was in deep thought. She was silent for at least five minutes as she looked up at the ceiling. I grew concerned and had to say to say something.

“You all right?” I asked.

“I gotta get out of here before I kill him,” she said, and when she said it, I could see the chilling look in her eyes. Looking into her eyes made the hair on my arms stand up. I knew she wasn’t just talking. She was serious.

She scared me when she hopped out of bed. I had no idea what she was about to do. I got out of my bed and followed her to the bedroom door until I saw her go into the bathroom. I honestly thought she was going to pick up something and try to attack Slim. But after I witnessed her close the bathroom door, I calmed my nervousness and got back into the bed. I left the bedroom door open to see straight down the hallway. As a matter of fact, I could see the front door from my bed, so I was in a good position to stop Jennifer from doing anything that she and I would both regret.

The Candy Shop part 2 Kiki Swinson

The strip party was about to start and Slim had the men lining up to come inside the apartment. He was charging twenty dollars at the door, plus he was charging for drinks. He had this whole thing figured out. Jennifer and I were in our bedroom when Stacy joined us. She was dressed and ready to flaunt her stuff. I looked at her see-through black lace top and hot pink booty shorts with her ass cheeks bursting out underneath. It looked disgusting to me, but I knew the men would love it.

“Jennifer, you ready?” Stacy asked. “Because I was thinking about a dance move me and you could do together while we’re stripping.” She smiled as if she was excited.

Jennifer gave Stacy a nonchalant look and asked, “Do I look ready? And, anyway, what made you think I would do a stupid ass dance move?”

“Jennifer, what’s wrong?” Stacy asked.

Jennifer ignored her and continued to buckle her stilettos. I knew she didn’t want to talk about anything dealing with Slim for fear that Stacy would go back and tell him, so I jumped in for Jennifer and answered Stacy’s question.

Stacy was shocked at Jennifer’s outburst. I could tell that she did not know how to respond, because she just stood there with an odd expression on her face. Again I had to step in and save the day. I stood and embraced Stacy. She was stiff as a board, so I tried to warm her up a bit.

“Look, Stacy, don’t mind Jennifer right now,” I said. “She’s just not feeling this strip party stuff, so she’s upset with the world. Don’t take what she said personally.”

Stacy backed out of the room and closed the door behind her. When I heard her step away from the door, I turned to Jennifer and asked, “Why you had to bite off her head?”

“Fuck her! I don’t care about her feelings. She’s his little flunky, so let her carry her dumb ass right back in there with him.”

I chuckled at Jennifer because I understood her frustration. She was tired of walking on eggshells around here, and so was I. But until we were out of this apartment and out of Slim’s life for good, then we had to tolerate all this bullshit.

Slim laughed. “Bitch, getcha ass up and be out there in that living room in the next two minutes or suffer the consequences!” he threatened, and then he stepped out of the room and slammed the door.

“Come on now, Jennifer, let’s be on our best behavior,” I said. “Let’s not give that monster any reason to put his hands on us tonight.”

“Fuck him!” she whispered bitterly. “I wanna see if he’ll put his hands on me in front of all them niggas in there.”

“Jennifer, don’t test him. You know he’s not dealing with a full deck of cards. Let’s just let it go and move on.” Not only was I tired of seeing Slim beating on me, I was tired of him beating Jennifer.

Finally Jennifer left the room and joined the men in the living room. They cheered on her and Stacy as they entered the room. I stood behind the wall of the entryway to the living room and watched the expressions on all the men’s faces. They looked like pussy hungry derelicts with their tongues hanging out of their mouths. Slim stood in the kitchen so he could monitor everything. He also controlled the music.

While all the entertaining was going on, Slim left his post by the CD player and walked in my direction. When he approached me he said, “That big nigga over there with the dreads wanted you to get butt naked, but I told him I wasn’t gon’ waste his time because you weren’t young and fresh like them. But I did tell ’im you’d suck his dick for fifty dollars, so go in the room and get ready, ’cause he gon’ come in there in a few minutes.”

I was appalled at the way Slim talked to me. He basically handled me like I was a fucking dirt bag bitch. How dare that bastard tell that guy that I wasn’t young and fresh? Shit! I wasn’t that much older than those girls, so what the fuck was his problem? But instead of expressing how I felt about what he’d said, I kept my mouth closed. Why should I set myself up to be cursed out? Slim was an immature little boy with dreams of becoming someone he would never be, and I was his means of getting there.

Shortly after I walked away from the party and headed into the bedroom, I was joined by the big guy who wanted to get his dick sucked. He was too big to sit on the edge of my twin-sized bed, so I sat on the bed and convinced him to stand in front of me. Immediately he unzipped his pants and pulled out his shriveled up dick through the opening of his zipper. I looked at that itty-bitty thing and almost laughed. I could not believe how small his penis was. He had to be over three hundred pounds, so to be that big and only have a dick that was the size of a five-year-old child had to be humiliating.

I stared at it and wondered how I would hold it in my hand and suck it at the same time. It looked impossible. While I contemplated another way to do it, he became frustrated.

“Why the fuck you staring at my dick?” he yelled. “Just put it in your motherfucking mouth and suck it, bitch!”

It took everything within me not to curse out this fat motherfucker. I mean, who the fuck did he think he was talking to like that? I was the chick whose mouth he wanted to slide his dick in. So I wasn’t his bitch for real, and I wanted to express that to him. But I figured if I gave him a hard time, he’d run in the other room and tell Slim, so I kept my mouth closed and worked with what I had. Dreading servicing this disrespectful ass nigga, I grabbed the tip of his penis with my thumb and my pointer finger and began to lick the head.

I tried to block out the musty smell that was coming from his ball sack, but it was becoming unbearable, causing me to gag a couple of times. He looked down at me twice and asked me what the fuck was wrong.

“Well deal with it, ’cause I done already gave that nigga Slim my dough. So shut up and make my dick cum before I make that nigga come in here and straighten out your ass!” he barked, and then he shoved his penis right back into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and forced my head back and forth. He was literally forcing his dick in and out of my mouth.

I gagged at least five more times, but he ignored me and continued to gyrate against my face. I held my breath to eliminate the smell and went with the motion until he ejaculated into my mouth. The moment he pulled his nasty ass dick out of my mouth was the moment I spit all of his semen onto the floor. He picked up a shirt from Jennifer’s bed and wiped off his dick with it, and then he threw the shirt in my face. “Thanks for nothing, bitch!” he said, and then he waddled his fat ass out of the room.