Playing By The Rules

That One Crazy Friend - NewYork

Musical Suggestion: (Plan B - Megan Thee Stallion)

While I was going through all of this, I didn't spread my business around to just everyone. I didn't want a lot of people knowing my business; I definitely didn't want my haters to know my every move. So I picked and chose a select few people who knew what I was doing, and one of them was NewYork. I had met her through a job I had done and we clicked the first day we met. I was going through the divorce and she was living her life vicariously through me.

At first, I didn't want to be that type of woman that get out a relationship and try to get right back into another relationship. She understood that I needed a fucking mental break on the emotional level. She agreed I needed to get a lot of frustration out, especially some sexual pinned up frustrations. I wanted to know if I could be the one who called the shots. I laid it out all on the line with her.

"Girl, are you gonna be able to do this? I mean, you can't show any feelings, you know that right?" NewYork asked me as we were having lunch at the cafeteria in the food court.

"Yeah, I know. I can't get attached to any of these motherfuckers. But I can see them again if its good right?" I asked as I picked over my pasta.

"Well yeah, but you are gonna have to set some ground rules." She was right. I would need to set some ground rules; not only for him, but for me too.

When it comes to sex, women can get emotionally attached because we are emotional creatures. We don't try, it just happens sometimes. Especially if the sex is Good. As. Fuck. A bitch will want to hit that good shit again and again. I'm not gonna let good dick run my life or ruin it. The shit may be good, but it ain't NEVER good enough to make me do some crazy shit. I remember hearing about some bitch who was with some motherfucker and he had his side bitch down the street, pregnant! He had two crazy bitches. I've heard of women being stupid as fuck, like leaving their kids for a nigga; what the fuck?! Emotions be making bitches crazy. So this was something I had to control for real; I wasn't going to do some stupid shit, like get so attached to a nigga that they have a bitch in the bushes outside his house with a flashlight in the motherfucking day time.

"Yeah, I know I can't get emotionally attached. I don't plan on using my heart in any of this. I'm in it to get mine and mine only. If they don't like the way I play the game, then don't play." I said.

"Oh shit. Well as long as you do you and stick to your own rules." She replied. She was right, I jut needed to stick to my own rules.

"Well, I have a few rules that are really personal you know. I don't need any crazy motherfuckers to try and pop up on a bitch, so can't have anyone come to the house. That's a place where I live with my kids and it's off limit. I don't need a nigga try to just come over because he in the fucking mood."

"True. So what's your plan?" She asked attentively.

"Well, they will never meet my kids. They are not staying around for long, therefore no reason to introduce them. I don't need my kids involved emotionally with someone who means nothing." I said bluntly but honest.

"True. Next?" She said as she stabbed a piece of chicken with her fork off of my plate and popped it in her mouth.

"Well it depends, I will definitely have a limit of how young I will go. But I can imagine it can be a bit fun, don't you think?"

I stopped and really thought about it. I had never thought about being with a younger guy to be honest; I felt they were just way too young to understand my way of thinking because I was so much more mature. But now, I had to rethink on the subject because there will be no feelings involved and it will be just a simple fuck.

"Oooh really? How young will you go?" She asked getting excited. I laughed at her reaction. She's in a relationship that she's comfortable with. I don't pry about her life life in that area. She knows what the fuck she wants and don't want, I have no say whatsoever.

"Well, he would at least need to be 21 yrs old, 18 yrs old ain't gonna cut it. I am not going to jail." I said. She laughed.

"I feel you on that. But you know guys do it," She replied. "You know, they will date an 18 yr old in a minute." She said as she started scraping the last bit of salad she had in front of her.

"True, but I ain't trying to get a high schooler. I gotta pick his ass up from school and spend money for a hotel cuz he still lives at home with his parents. I'm coming too much out of pocket for that type of motherfucker; gas and the room too? Probably gotta supply the damn condom too. I'm coming too much out of pocket for that type of fuck." I said. I was being logical than a motherfucker. That was a lot of shit. "This motherfucker ain't got a part-time job 'cause he got football practice. Naw, that's too much shit coming from me and we ain't even got to fucking yet."

"Damn, you had a lot of thought on that one, huh?" New York replied and laughed out loud.

"Yeah, but I'm sure it would be a fun fuck to be honest. I'm sure he would be excited to fuck someone older than them high school bitches."

"I'm sure it would be fun too. I would." She said confidently

"And Stephen would have to bail your ass out of jail." I replied.

"Okay!" We laughed while we picked up our trays to discard our items.

"Anyway, I found this site online and I might try that for a bit. I wanna see what they talking about."

"What's the website?"

"Onlinebootyhookup.com" I said. He eyes got huge. "It's a site to get a booty call, it's up to you to hook up."

"It's a damn shame the shit they got out there now; fucking internet." She said shaking her head.

"I know right. You get to put a profile pic on it too. Of course, guys got dick pics all day." I said and NewYork stopped in the middle of the walkway.

"Fa real girl, you gotta show me the dick pics." She said holding her chest like she was gonna pass out.

"Bitch I ain't showing you here at work. It'll be just my luck I'm showing you a pic and someone just pops the fuck up. Look that shit up yourself on your phone." I said and kept walking.

"Well just show me the ones that respond to yours. Wait, what pic are you putting up there?" She asked.

"I don't know yet, I gotta think about it."

"You should show your ass." She blurted out. I can't with her; some conversations with her, need NOT be around people.

That night at home, after I had gotten the kids to bed, I had time to figure out what rules I was going to abide by. I needed some ground rules to set for myself to avoid me growing feelings for anyone that I fuck with. I figured, I wouldn't ask personal questions; I didn't want to know about them as far if they have a girlfriend or not. I didn't want to know that info because I wasn't there to catch feelings for anyone. I had been hurt and I was tired of being used like a piece of paper and just thrown away. I was trying to find sexual satisfaction to the point in which it controlled those who I fucked with. I was allowing Vanessa to be free, which meant all of those repressed sexual tendencies that I had were about to come to fruition. Yes, it may seem wrong and Vanessa was a bitch, yes this is true. Vanessa didn't care. She doesn't give a fuck.

I had a goal to whip a nigga just like niggas be whipping on women. I wanted a nigga to call me and beg for some pussy. I wanted a nigga to know that if he missed out hitting it, then he had failed at life. I wanted a nigga to know that I wasn't like any bitch that he had come across in his entire life. I play by my own fucking rules and I wanted a nigga to understand that if we was fucking, it was by my choice and my choice only. And if he wanted to be a repeat, there was a price to pay upfront on the daily. This pussy don't come for free.

Thank you for reading my story, leave your comments, I love feedback!

Do you think Melanie/Vanessa will be able to commit to her plans of not showing feelings?