"Di place too bumboclaat hot." I sighed as I rolled up the hem of my marina so it could stop brushing against the floor that I was cleaning. I vigorously scrubbed the mud stains from my uncle's rain boots on the floor, the cotton rag turning from green to brown before me.
"STINKHOLE GYAL YUH HAVE MI CAMPARI MONEY?", my uncle's voice rumbled from the next room, booming against my skull like najeerii playing in the speaker of a coaster bus.
I picked up myself off the floor, parting the curtain separating the living room and the kitchen to be greeted with the sight of my uncle rolling a spliff at the dining table. He shifted a bit, so the breeze from the window didn't affect his ganja rolling abilities and as he did, he noticed me entering the room. I reached into my bra and handed him 4 grand. He counted it swiftly then tucked it into the back pocket of his suffocatingly tight jeans.
"So weh the rest a di money deh?" he asked, stalking towards me.
"Wah yuh mean uncle Jarel?"
"Yuh nuh tink seh mi nuh wah buy mi cashpot and dem ting deh?"
"Suh 4 grand ano-" I suddenly found myself on the ground, the ache from the tightness of my slickback was replaced by a dull yet all-consuming pain that seemed to begin at the side of my head.
"WHO YUH FEEL YAAH CHAT TO SUH?" I shut my eyes as the spit from Uncle Jarel's hollering landed on my face. I clutched the side of my head where he had hit me, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.
"DOH MEK MI AFFI GI YUH SOMETHING FI BAWL ERE? YUH LUCKY MI NEVA BUSS UP YUH FACE, A TRUE YUH AFFI LOOK CUTE FI BACKROAD" His big belly jiggling with each cackle.
I rose from the floor and walked away, I'm sure I looked like a mongrel weh smaddy juss kick. I left the house immediately so I could get to backroad in time for my shift.
Once I got there, a few of the girls let out a hyena like sound when they saw me, pointing and whispering to their friends. They knew what I was here for, they knew the type of life that I live. Everyday I walk the streets and spread my legs for any rich man that wants me. I approached the man that stepped out of the Mark X, pulling down my cut marina so my boobs were more visible. I bit my lip and got ready to pounce.
"Hey...", I ran a finger down his arm, "looking for a good time?"
He turned to face me, his earrings glimmered under the moonlight and the deep darkness of his eyes met mine. He looked me up and down, then it seemed as if all the seduction tactics I learned had just fell out my head. His dark, sinister, and sinful eyes seemed to pierce into me like a sugarcane stick. My eyes followed the enchanting movements of spliff as he twirled it to the side of his mouth then removed it and tucked it behind his ear.
He then began to speak, "Wid you? YUCK"
One of the girls burst out laughing, her 30 inch wavy middle part bussdown flowing in the midnight breeze. I had enough of people disrespecting my grind so I grabbed by the collar of her shein polo crop top.
"Who yuh feel yaah laugh affa dogshit? Doh mek mi affi buss up yuh top lip ere PUSSYHOLE" I spat in her face, releasing her collar and pushing her to the ground. The man from the Mark X suddenly seemed more interested.
"Suh yuh ave suh much attitude and yaah gwan suh shy shy? yuh nuh know seh a muk monsta dem call mi?" He licked his black lips that were stained from his frequent ganja smoking.
"its been a while..."
"Fwd mi dawg, long time mi nuh get mi cocky wet"
I nervously walked behind him as if it was my first time doing this and got in the passenger seat of his pristine white Mark X.
The drive to portmore was long and heated. The tension rising each time he caressed my thighs with his rough hands. He pulled up outside this house with a zinc fence and leaned over to whisper something in my ear.
"Yuh know wah dem call dah place yah? Muk headquarters. A yasso me and mi dwg dem come fi mukbang a gyal"
He led me inside, the zinc fence screeching as we moved past it. We stopped infront of a dirty white mattress on the floor. My eyes immediately zoned in on a brown stain, unsure if it was blood or shit. I didn't really care, what I did care about, was the bag.
He pushed me onto it. I felt adrenaline rush through me. I heard a click and saw his belt drop to the floor. His pants were already sagging, so he just unbuttoned it and revealed his tommy hilfiger draws.
"What about the condom?"
"Condom?Ano suh mukings work mi darling."
I didn't bother arguing. I just laid back and spread my legs, preparing to take it.
Sinful
He slid a hand between my legs, pulling down my thong from the crotch. My wetness sticking to the fabric.
I saw the demonic glint in his gaze.
Yuh know me dark already.
He throws my thong across the room.
TO BE CONTINUED....
