Petals.

Part 1

It was a hot summer day in Memphis but Vixen's attitude was even more hot as she strutted down the sidewalk. Her pumps damn near stomping pot holes in the cement, her Chanel purse swinging harder from the crook of her arm. Every man that made a cat call from their car as they drove by were greeted by a 2 inch hot pink polished middle finger. The sun beamed down on her causing her to sweat yet it gave her caramel complexion a dewy glow in the Mid-April weather. She had been waiting at the Southland Mall for over an hour on her boyfriend Rod. She called his phone until her pink smartphone died. Every call was answered with a voicemail. Riding the MATA bus was out of the question, her ego wouldn't allow her to. She had no choice but to make the half hour walk to the Tulane Apartments. She planned on calling Rod everything but a child of God. Vixen was known for her hot temper, it was nothing new for her to go to the nail shop to replace a nail she had broken off on some girls face. She went to the hair salon on a weekly basis, Pink being her favorite color she always found a way to add it to a hairstyle. This week she wore a blonde wrap with pink highlights in her feathered swoop. Vixen was as jazzy as jazzy got with the personality to match. Most men couldn't handle her, hell she damn near couldn't handle herself. As much as Vixen fought, cussed , fucked, and broke the law people were shocked to to find out this little devil dressed in pink was the daughter of a preacher. In the streets she was Little Miss Ghetto Fabulous but around her parents she was the little princess who spoke proper English, sung in the church choir, and made all A's every semester at Christian Brothers University. "You dog ass nigga, open the muthafuckin door" shouted Vixen, using her small fist to beat on the door. Just then she remembered Rod gave her a copy of his key a few weeks back, she couldn't get the key in the keyhole quick enough.
Once inside she was greeted by Starlito and Don Trip blasting from the stereo, she yanked the cord from the wall. "Aye, who in there?" shouted Rod from the bathroom. Vixen marched down the hall, busting into the bathroom like a mad woman. Rod had just wrapped a towel around his tan, muscular body "Damn shawty, don't be bustin' up in here like that. Thought you was the Feds." Rod placed his gun back down on the toilet looking at his highly pissed off girlfriend.

"Nigga fuck that, why the fuck you ain't come pick me up? Do you know I had to walk all the way over here?'' she placed heavy emphasis on the word as if it were blasphemy,"I know you heard me calling yo phone, you must of had some bitch in here". Vixen placed her hand on her full hips, waiting for an explanation. Rod thought she looked sexy as hell with her Blue Bebe tank top clinging to her heaving chest, black daisy dukes wrapping around her thick thighs and matching black and blue pumps. "First off shawty, I had to make a run to Cordova to serve a few white boys, I left my phone here cause it was dead. And second, don't you ever come bustin' up in my spot like you retarded. That's how muthafuckas get their dome blown off."
"Fuck you Rodrese, yo ignorant ass had me walkin', like some bum bitch or hoe on the stroll"
"And I apologize fa that, you should've called somebody to come get you" he said
"I used all my juice up callin' yo punk ass"
Rod walked up to Vixen, his 6'1 frame towering her 5'3 one "Shawty you betta calm yo lil ass down, I don't know who you think you are talking to me like them soft niggas you go to school with."

Vixen's satin boy shorts got moist off the aggressive tone of his voice. Rod was a 23 year old dope boy who sold pills and heroin. He dropped out of school in the 9th grade and made a lucrative of slanging narcotics ever since. "Whateva, like I said that your first and last time having me walk anywhere" Vixen stated, she turned around to leave out the bathroom when Rod pulled her by the waist bending her over the sink. "I'm finna show yo smart mouth ass who's runnin' shit" he said yanking her shorts down. Vixen tried to turn around to face him but he pushed her back down " Nah stay yo ass down" He stuck two fingers in her from behind, moving them in and out slowly. When enough of her juice got on his fingers he removed them and put them in her mouth. She licked his hand dry as he let his towel fall to the floor. Vixen eyed him seductively in the mirror, ready for him to tear her ass up. Rod slowly entered her wetness, sighing at the snug of her feel. She gasped as he put all 8 inches in her. She tried to move up but Rod wasn't havin that "You wanna talk all that shit but can't handle ya nigga shit" He moved in slow strokes, rolling his abdomen against her "Fuck....you" Vixen murmured trying to catch her breath. Rod grabbed her waist, speeding up making her butt jiggle "Ohh, Boo slow down" she hissed, placing a hand on his rock hard stomach, he slapped it away. Every stroke was like a jolt of lightning causing her toes to curl. Rod could see Vixen biting her bottom lip, trying to hold in her moans. He pounded her even harder causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy. His long, quick strokes filled her eyes with tears of pleasure and pain. He eyelids fluttered close, "Look at me shawty" said Rod through clenched teeth. Vixen opened her eyes through small slits looking at his reflection in the mirror.

 "Who's yo Daddy?"
"You my daddy" she purred, shaking the chill slithered down her spine as he licked it.
"You gonna talk to me like one of those fuck niggas?"
"No"
"No what" he panted, with one hand gripping her ass cheek and using his free one to choke her from behind.
"No Daddy" Rod flipped her over so that they were now facing each other. The passionate fire in their eyes only added to their intense sex. He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in to share a warm, sloppy tongue kiss.
"You my bitch."
"Always Daddy" Vixen managed to say, even though they both knew it was more of a statement than a question.

 She wrapped her thick legs around Rod's waist as he carried her into his bedroom, tossing her on the waterbed, he stood over her. "Open them thighs up" he demanded, Vixen did as she was told. Rod lowered his body onto hers, she whimpered as she slid all of him back into her. He savored every inch he got inside of her. They grinded against each other like this would be their last time. "Shit" she whined as he put her legs on his shoulders, digging even deeper. Small squeals escaped from her lips as she felt her insides began to tingle., stars were starting to appear on the ceiling, her head getting light as someone beat loudly on the front door. "Wait...don't...don't stop" Vixen purred as she was nearing her orgasm but Rod had already gotten up, putting on a pair of basketball shorts. Vixen sighed angrily, slipping on one of his wife beaters that swallowed her curvy frame. She followed behind him, who ever it was had better had a good reason for interrupting her good ass sex session.

Rod had just opened the door when she made it into the living room. "I need you to watch Rodji, I gotta go handle some shit for a minute" said Lajinae, Rod's baby mama, who welcomed herself inside. "Any other time a nigga wanna see his daughter you wanna bullshit" Lajinae ignored his comment as she eyed Vixen, who stood behind the couch with her arms folded , returning the same annoyed expression.
"What the fuck that young broad doing in here"
"Shit, he was dickin' me down before you brought yo ratchet ass over here" Vixen spat
"Little girl you aint got shit on me, I'm baby mama" she said handing the sleeping 3 year old to her father.....