D.R.I.P

Chapter 17 (Ah'Jhene)

I was at home with my feet kicked up watching Love and Hip Hop Atlanta. This was my Monday night show that was not to be interrupted. I just finish watching a scene where my girl Tommie kicked Scraps baby mama ass. I laughed thinking about prior episodes. This bitch Tiera deserved that ass whoopin. She had it coming though.

I sipped on a cup of hot chocolate with the remote in my hand when my phone started ringing. The number was unrecognizable, but I answered anyway out of curiosity. "Who is this?" I question, but felt like a fool when the automotive bitch start talking "You have a collect call from ...Rashad."

What the fuck was Rashad doing in jail? It had been a week since I last seen him. I pressed 5 to accept the charges and couldn't help my anxiety. "Rashad what the fuck you doin in jail?!" I asked. "You won't believe this crazy ass story." He spoke calmly. "Don't say too much." I warned. "You won't believe this shit." He repeated. A sigh escaped my lips as I turned down the television. "Jhene I'm in Colombia. I hit a lick with this nigga Quincy." He told me.

    Was this some kind of joke? What the fuck did he mean he hit a lick with Quincy?! I did not understand how they even became coo in the first place. Where these niggas tryna set me up? I mean I was fuckin both of them.

"How the fuck did y'all get acquainted?" I asked. "Through a nigga of mine. I know it sounds crazy, but I didn't know this the nigga you been dealing with." He told me. "Is he in there too?!" I questioned. I wondered because I knew Quincy had connections he'd be out of there in no time. I couldn't help but to worry about Rashad. "Yea. He's in a different pod. They separated us." Silence filled the air for a short moment. "Jhene I need you to bail me out." He said with stress in his tone. This nigga must of been crazy! I didn't tell him to take his punk ass to Columbia, but after all he was still the father to my unborn child. "I'll see what I can do Rashad, but whatever you do... Don't blow our fuckin cover." I warned.

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Later that night I put my freakum dress on and did my hair. My make up was natural looking and the sent of my perfume finalized my presence. I had to be right because I was on my way out with basketball dude from All Star weekend.

After catching a break from both my other niggas, him and I finally caught up with each other. You're probably thinking why I waited so long to fuck with him, but stress and depression can delay a lot of things.

After going through a short depression I had to pick myself back up. I was so stuck in my head about the pregnancy and what not, but life was too short to be living in fear.

I met basketball dude in a private park in his gated community. He lived in a lavish area where only stars were his neighbors. Hollywood suburb type shit.

We walked on the long path next to the river of water as we talked. Palm trees crowded the ground. The stars where out and the area was quiet. "What took you so long to hit me?" He asked. "Life situations, but you were on my mind." I confessed. He smiled and showed off his perfect teeth. "I'm glad you made it." He said.

We walked for about 20 more minutes before my feet couldn't bare the Saint Laurent Stilettos any longer. "My feet killing me now. I didn't come all the way here just to get excise." I joked. He lifted my hand in the air and examined my body. "You damn sho don't need it." He teased. "Thank you." I said.

    It was nice dealing with a square nigga. I was so used to drug dealer and hustlers and basketball dude was a breath of fresh of fresh air. I couldn't see me taking things serious with him though. He was too square for me. "Hey I have a question." I told him. "What's that?" He replied. "Which one of your boys did my girl sleep with that night?" I asked without hesitation. "After y'all left us hangin...we dipped. We didn't take nobody home. We had a meeting the next morning. As far as I know none of my team fucked with her." He confirmed.

    Something in my gut had already told me Tyra was lying and I couldn't wait to confront her about it. She probably genuinely didn't know who the father of her child was, but she didn't have to lie. So she was lying, but why?! I was upset about this on the inside, but decided to deal with it later.

Besides my feet killing me, It was cold as hell by now. My trench coat dress wasn't enough to keep my bare legs warm along with my open toe heels I felt defeated by the wind. I felt dumb for wearing this look tryna be too sexy. "I'm freezing." I confessed. He placed his jacket around me and rubbed my shoulders. "Can we go inside?" I asked. "I thought you'd never ask." He replied.

Shortly after our walk we went inside his two story mansion. Talk about luxury. Me and Quincy's place didn't have shit on this mansion. I'm talking about multiple rooms, dinning areas, marble wood floors and chandeliers. This place was so beautiful.
I sat down on the softest sofa I ever felt in my life.

    He was in the kitchen area preparing a glass of fine wine. "I would show you around, but that might take all night." He joked. "This is a nice place." I told him when he handed me the glass of wine. He sat next to me. "Thank you beautiful." He complimented me. I wasn't stupid, I knew he was tryna finesse his way into some pussy. Shit... I was tryna fitness too. I needed dick and money at this point. I'm sure he had just the right amount I needed to bail Rashad out.

    I placed my arms around his neck and my bare legs in his lap. I looked in his eyes on some naughty type shit. "I know you wanna fuck me." I said with seduction when I bit my bottom lip. "I do hella bad." He confessed. By now I was almost out of the trench coat dress. Thank God I was smart enough to wear my best lingerie.

We were kissing as he rubbed his fingers against my moist clit. He then stuck one finger inside. "It's so tight." He told me. "How much you willing to pay?" I asked without hesitation.

I was somewhat embarrassing myself by being so sleezy, but the truth was I probably would never speak to him again after he got what he wanted anyways. Therefore I was gone go out with a bang. Then I used every hoes most famous line. "I don't want you to think I'm some type of hoe." I said as I was standing and dropped my trench coat on the floor.

My body was now only in lingerie and my stiletto heels. I gripped my titties with my eyes still locked on him. "You gone show me your room?" I asked. "Hell yea." He told me before picking me up off my feet and carrying me up the spiral staircases case to his bedroom.

    He tossed me on the bed before he began to strip out of everything. His body was perfect and athletic of course. But there was no way in hell he was gonna get it that easy. There was no way in hell I was giving up the pussy without cash first. I bent over and wiggled my ass like there was music playin. I was still looking in his eyes. "Aren't you gonna throw some money or something to keep this pussy wet?" I teased. He didn't hesitate to grab a stack out his closet as he threw hundreds on me.

    The money only increased my appetite for his dick. I did a few tricks I learned from back when I was a stripper and popped my pussy open. My panties were on the floor as he ate my pussy from the edge of the bed. "Your pussy hella creamy." He whispered as he kept eating. I won't lie, I climaxed all over his beard. The nigga was so damn good at this as he sucked on my clit and finger fucked my pussy. I could tell he liked what he was doing.

It was just my luck when he set the rest of the stack of money beside me on the bed and climbed on top of me. His kisses were enticing, but I just wanted him to fuck me so bad.

Although I wanted his dick I couldn't get too wrapped up in the moment. I still needed to be responsible because I was pregnant. "Hey you got a condom?" I questioned. He grabbed a magnum from the inside of his nights stand before putting it on.

Damn his dick was bomb. He had the type of dick that felt like magic when he stroked you. He had the type of dick that didn't need to fuck a woman too hard. I feel like I climaxed with every stroke as my juices flowed. I can only imagine what it felt like without a condom. "Damn yo pussy tight." He confessed as his facial expressions told me he was enjoying himself. "Your dick is so fuckin bomb!" I moaned.

I know I probably seemed like a nasty hoe for this act, but I don't care. The dick was bomb, the money was better and I got what I wanted.

After our late night fuck, basketball dude was out like a light. He was so damn sexy, but that didn't have shit to do with me. I thought.

I just couldn't help myself as I quietly tip toed around. I had already ordered an Uber to prepare myself to get away after the stunt I was about to pull next. I snooped in his dresser, closet and his pants. Besides the money I earned from shaking my ass, I crept away with nearly 3000 dollars. How easy was that?