She sucked her teeth and answered, “I left my purse in your truck, and I need it.”
“I’ll drop it off to you in the morning, okay?” Trent said, trying to control his temper.
“No! Your sister will be here, and I ain’t trying to get caught up,” Nicole answered quickly.
“Fuck! I’ll be there,” Trent said.
“Thank you, daddy,” Nicole giggled.
Trent threw on his sweats and his Jordans. As he headed for the door, Kendra groggily asked, “Trent baby, where you going? It’s almost one in the morning.”
“Just lay back down, lil mama. I have to go make a drop real quick,” Trent informed Kendra.
“I know like hell you didn’t bring that shit up in here, Trent. You know I don’t play that drug shit in my house.”
“Fall back, ma. We good. I left it in the truck ‘cuz I know how my baby trips, so I’ll be back, love.”
Trent kissed Kendra and walked out the door. Once inside his truck, he looked around to see if he could find Nicole’s purse. After not finding anything, he drove the five and a half miles to Nicole’s crib. Trent called Nicole to come outside when he got there.
“So, I’m not woman enough for you to come inside?” Nicole asked.
“Look, Nicole. I don’t have time to play your fucking games. Now, come get your damn purse, so I can take my ass back home,” Trent said. He was pissed.
“Damn, Trent. Just come here. I have my purse,” Nicole confessed.
“Yo, if I get out the car, Imma slap yo dumb ass for making me get out of my comfortable bed for some bullshit.”
Trent hung the phone up and drove off. Nicole was starting to get on his nerves because she was becoming to needy. Fuck, Trent thought. He hated to play games, but he did recognize how clever she was for getting him out the bed. He made a mental note to come back later, so he could get some of that young. Trent hated to think that he was falling for Nicole, but he really was. He loved Kendra with all his heart; she was his wifey, and she was everything Nicole wasn’t. Kendra was smart. She was about to graduate from Cal State LA, and she worked for a children’s social services agency. She had beauty and brains. She was a woman who could go out and get her own. Although Kendra used to dance, she was handling business and putting herself through college. Trent knew what he wanted, and that was why he had made Kendra his wifey. On the other hand, Nicole was a young, feisty ghetto chick who had to have attention wherever she went, and that made Trent like her more. At first, Trent had thought of Nicole as someone that he could fuck and get his dick sucked by every now and again because she was always at his spot. Also, she was very eager to learn the game. Nicole knew how to hustle. She loved to grind with Trent from sun up to sun down. She was down for whatever.
When Trent got to the intersection of Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard and Crenshaw Boulevard, he made a u-turn and headed back to Nicole’s. In less than five minutes, he pulled back up to her apartments and headed right to the door. He walked right on in. Nicole’s mom was entertaining some company. They were playing a game of dominoes and talking shit. Nicole’s mom was yelling at one of her guests, “Stop cheating, nigga! Give me my muthafuckin’ ten points! Look! I still domino on yo ass!”
Trent kept on walking. He found Nicole in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of soda.
“So, look who decided to show back up,” Nicole said as a smile formed on her face.
“Look, Nicole. I know you want some of daddy’s dick. That’s why you called me in the first place,” Trent teased.
“And you know you’re feigning for this bomb-ass pussy. That’s why you came back,” Nicole teased in return.
“C’mon, baby girl. Come show daddy you want this dick.”
Nicole grabbed Trent’s hand and led him to her room. As they walked by the domino game, her mom looked up and said, “Trent, before you go on back there. Let me get a dime piece.”
“C’mon, Ms. Johnson. You know you’re like a second mom to me. I can’t serve you.” Ms. Johnson was already on one.
“So, what you need to see Nicole in the back for?” she asked, already knowing the answer to her own question.
“I just need to holler at her real quick,” Trent answered, anxiously trying to avoid this uncomfortable interrogation by Ms. Johnson.
“Well, can’t you holler at her out here?” Ms Johnson asked. Trent really didn’t want to go back and forth with Ms. Johnson, so he gave in.
“Damn! Okay, Ms. Johnson. I got you. Give me about thirty minutes,” Trent said. Then, he turned and walked to Nicole’s room.
When he got to her room, he found Nicole naked and with her ass tooted in the air. Trent immediately took off his clothes.
“You know just the way daddy likes for you to be,” Trent said, sliding his dick up and down Nicole’s ass.
“Daddy, stop teasing me,” Nicole moaned.
“Baby, I’m tryna get you nice and wet,” Trent said.
Then, he moaned as soon as her pussy started dripping. Trent eased himself right on in. He proceeded to bang her pussy out. He hit it doggy style for ten minutes, straight backboard hitting the wall. Once they were done, Trent reached in his pocket to retrieve his blunt. He looked at Nicole, who was now laying in her wet spot, and asked, “Aye. How much work you got?”
“I have a quarter piece left. They’re bagged already,” Nicole stated.
“Cool,” Trent replied. “Let me get a nickel. Cut it down to give to your moms.”
Nicole did as she was told. She reached under her mattress, grabbed one of the baggies, took out a nickel, took a razor blade, and cut the rock down. Just as she was handing the rocks to Trent, Ms. Johnson banged on the door and said, “Trent, I know you didn’t forget. It’s been thirty minutes. Are you gonna give that to me?”
Trent hollered through the door, “Ms. Johnson, I’ll see you before I leave out the house. That’s my word.”
“Okay, nigga. If you don’t, that’s your ass,” Ms. Johnson threatened.
Trent laid back on the bed. While watching Law & Order, he pulled Nicole’s head down, so she could suck his dick. Nicole’s mouth felt like the inside of her pussy, juicy and warm. Trent came almost immediately. Nicole swallowed and licked him clean.
“Yeah, baby. Swallow daddy’s cum.”
A few minutes later, as Trent collected his belongings and got ready to leave, Nicole asked, “Why don’t you spend the night? You know you don’t have to go home.”
“Look, Nicole. You know I don’t spend the night out. I got a woman at home, and you of all people should know that, so stop acting brand new.”
“Well, I guess we know who wears the pants in your relationship.”
Before she knew it, Trent had backhanded Nicole in her mouth. “Bitch, do you know who the fuck you’re talking to? You better show me some damn respect.” Trent was fuming. He grabbed his pants, threw them on, and headed out the door. Back in the living room, Ms. Johnson was on the couch, shaking. She needed a hit real bad. “Damn, Ms. Johnson. Looks like that monkey on you real tough,” Trent laughed as he tossed the rocks on the table.
With that, he walked out the house and got in his truck. Trent made it home at 5:30 A.M. He prayed that Kendra would still be asleep, so he wouldn’t have to hear her mouth.
“Fuck,” Trent said once he saw that Kendra wasn’t lying on the floor anymore. He knew Kendra like the back of his hand. Once she woke up, it was hard for her to go back to sleep. Trent went into the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a towel, so he could wash Nicole’s pussy scent off his dick before heading upstairs to bed. He crept up the stairs, making sure he didn’t make a sound. Once he got in his room, Trent quickly took his clothes off and hopped into the bed. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he heard Kendra say, “Nigga, you must’ve fell and bumped your head, strolling up in here at five something in the morning. Trent, I’m not fucking playing with you. I don’t even want to think about you fucking bird bitches when you have the baddest bitch at home.”