Big Booty

16

 I don't even pull into the parkin' space good or get outta my truck before I see Wiggins' big-dick self racing out of the school's doors toward me. I step outta the truck, frownin' at his ass.

"Uh, when the fuck you start meetin' me outside? This better be some new shit y'all doing down here with all the parents who have to pick up their kids 'cause if you only doing the shit to me, I'ma light your ass up, Wiggins. And you know I will."

"Now, now, Miss Simms, there won't be any need for all that. I just thought I'd remind you to please try to keep it together when you get inside. There's a certain etiquette that we like to maintain at all times at the Academy and I'm hoping—"

"Wiggins, cut the shit, niggah. The only thing you need to be hoping is that I don't tell your wife how many times I let you fuck me over the summer and how many times I might ride down on your cock this school year. I don't need you to remind me of shit. What you tryna say? That I'm some hood-ghetto bitch or somethin'? I pay tuition here like every-goddamn-body else. Don't have me drag your rusty ass into court for discrimination and sexual harassment, bitch."

His eyes pop open. "Miss Simms, please. Lower your voice; all that is unnecessary. You gave me your word that our indiscretions from this past summer would never be spoken of out in public. So, please." He looks around to make sure no one else is in earshot. "Let's keep this strictly about Isaiah. We all know how passionate you can get when it comes to your children's misbehaviors."

"Passionate? Niggah, my pussy don't get wet over no shit like that. You know I'm only passionate about good dick. I don't know what kinda sick games you into, but you better watch your step. Or I'ma have your ass under investigation. Let me find out you up in there gettin' passionate with one of these kids and I'ma have your goddamn head."

He blinks. "Miss Simms, I assure you I was not speaking of being passionate in a sexual sense. I merely meant you care deeply for your children and you don't take lightly to any of their bad behaviors. I wish we had more concerned parents like you.

  I put a hand up on my hip and pop my lips. "Oh. Then why ya stupid ass didn't you say that shit in the first place instead of takin' me there?" I see the principal bitch starin' outta her window. She moves back when she sees me looking at her. I frown. "Now what the fuck Isaiah do this week?"

He clears his throat. I stare at his shiny forehead. The niggah's forehead is so damn greasy I could fry a damn chicken up on it. "Well, uh, he . . . let's see how I can delicately put this . . . "

"Wiggins, will you just say it and stop with all the fuckery? I got shit to do."

"Well, uh, I'm sure you know Isaiah is an intelligent young man with so much potential."

I roll my eyes. "Is he being nominated for a school award or somethin'? If not, get to the goddamn point, Wiggins."

He pulls out a handkerchief and wipes his forehead. "Isaiah stood up on his chair, unzipped his trousers and exposed himself, then told the teacher to perform fellatio on him."

I feel my knees buckle. "That lil' motherfucka did whaaaaat?! He told a teacher to do what? Suck his goddamn cock? Is that what I heard you say?"

"Miss Simms, please try to stay calm."

"Stay calm? How the fuck you expect me to stay calm, hearing my motherfuckin' son is up in there tellin' teachers to suck his dick?" I hope that motherfucka used lotion this morning and didn't pull out no ashy-ass dick or I'ma really beat the skin off his ass for embarrassing me.

"I know this news is upsetting. And I hope you understand our concern here as well. We think it's . . . "

"Wiggins, I'm not tryna hear shit else you have to say." I start walkin' toward the school. My heels click across the concrete. "I'm goin' in to get my son. You can stand out here and bullshit if you want by your damn self."