“That’s fucked up.”
“What’s fucked up is you breakin’ up wit’ me every other week over some bullshit then actin’ surprised when I finally believe yo’ ass,” I said, flicking ash out the window. “We done, Vee. Arguin’ all the time and shit. All that back and forth… one minute we cool, the next we ain’t. Nah, that ain’t good.”
She went quiet for a second. Then softer. “But the sex is good, babe. You know that dick hit like no other.”
“Yeah, but this good dick is tired of toxic pussy.”
“It's like that? You don’t even care!”
“I care enough not to keep doin’ the same dumb shit,” I replied. “I’m workin’. Stackin’ my bread. Credit score goin’ up.”
“Wit’ what? That bus and them lil’ deliveries?”
I laughed once. “Shits addin’ up. Bouta be a homeowner in a few months.”
She huffed. “You choosin’ money over me.”
“Nah,” I corrected. “I’m choosin’ peace. Be easy.” I hung up before she could say anything else and shook my head. Same cycle. Different night. After three years, I was done with the bullshit. I took one more pull from the blunt just as my phone buzzed again.
I raised an eyebrow and tapped it to confirm the pickup. It was a medium-sized box with the weight listed as heavier than average. “I know this ain’t no damn lube,” I muttered, tossing my phone on the passenger seat and backing out of the parking lot.
Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up to this little discreet adult boutique that sat between a nail shop and some tax office with tinted windows and a red neon sign that just said “After Hours.” They tried to make it lowkey, but it didn’t take a genius to know what time it was.
I walked in with my hoodie up and the delivery badge clipped to my pocket. The little bell above the door jingled as I stepped in, and the warm air hit me instantly, along with the faint smell of strawberries.
The cashier glanced up from her phone and did a double-take. “Oh…” she blinked and smiled, standing a little straighter. “Hi.”
I nodded at her, holding my phone out for her to scan the barcode. “Here to pick up a QuickieDrop.”
She looked me up and down like she forgot how to move for a second. “Uh… yeah. Right. Just a sec.”
Her name tag said "Myra," and she had a tongue ring that peeked out whenever she spoke. She was a light-skinned cutie. Curvy. Full lips. But I wasn’t here for all that. Still, when she turned around to grab the package, she did it slowly, like she wanted me to look. I did. She had too much ass not to take a peek.
After scanning the barcode, she handed the box over with both hands, grinning. “I gotta ask,” she said, leaning forward. “You ever seen one of these before?” She tapped the top of the box with her long acrylic nails. “This model is no joke. Dual motion. Clit and G-spot stim. It’s like… top fucking tier.”
I tilted my head. “You tryna impress me wit’ yo’ knowledge ‘bout pussy toys?”
She laughed, biting her lip. “That depends. You single?”
I took the box and gave her a slow smirk. “I might be.”
“Ohhh,” she said, eyes lighting up. “Well, if she ordered this…” she nodded toward the label, “…somebody’s tryna make a statement tonight.”
“I respect it,” I said, tucking the package under my arm. “Handle it yo’self before you depend on the wrong nigga.”
Maya laughed again. “You should come back when you’re not working.”
“I prolly won’t,” I said truthfully. “But you have a good night, mamas.”
I left her there leaning on the counter, still smiling. Then, I got back in my car and set the address. As soon as I dropped that box in the passenger seat, the weight of it made me laugh out loud.
“Nah… she really ordered the industrial-strength silicone dick.”
I shook my head, opened the app, and started the chat. Not because I had to, but just for the hell of it. I hit the message button. After I hit her up, I smirked, pulling out of the lot. Her reply came quicker than I expected and I laughed, shaking my head.
“Oh, she’s spicy,” I said to myself.
Traffic was light, and the city was dead. It seemed like one of them late nights where everything was open, but nobody was really out unless they had a reason. I hit her up again asking if she was trying to put herself through the mattress with this package. Her typing bubble popped up, disappeared, then popped again.
