“You good now?” he asked cluelessly.
He parted my legs.
I wanted to kick his ass in the face but went against that thought.
“I was good before,” I replied.
“Damn, you still on that bullshit?”
“I’m good.”
“You ain’t, though.”
I closed my legs, grabbed my pillow and was about to get comfortable for a quick nap while ignoring him. All I needed was five minutes then I’d get up and shower.
The bed dipped as he laid down too. My head shot in his direction. He was sparking up the blunt from the dresser from earlier.
“No, nigga, get your ass up and gon’ on.”
“Damn, you ain’t trying to smoke with me?”
“City, you know what it is.”
“Yeah, mothafucka, I do. We kick shit, smoke, fuck, might grab a quick meal.”
“Well, we smoked and fucked. We already ate at the cookout.”
“Fuck you on, Suki?”
“Go ask them bitches you be fucking.”
“Man, watch out,” he stressed.
I wasn’t even about to do this with him. I got up, ass still out, pussy still leaking, but I kept it pushing to the front door. It took a few minutes, but he came down the hall. The lit ash led the way from the blunt.
“You pissed at the wrong one, ainna?”
“Nah, energy’s directed where it’s checked at.”
He slowly nodded, sucking his teeth before heading out the door without another word.
I took my wet ass to the shower.
This day needed to be cleansed from me.
It wasn’t even noon, and the salon was flooded.
One thing I loved was money, but those late nights early mornings always got me. Even after a good few nuts from City putting me through the mattress, I still wasn’t prepared to stand on my feet for twelve plus hours, but I do it for my passion.
“Ouuu, girl, these curls are coming out so good. You gotta keep them tight so they don’t drop before work tonight,” I told my client, Star.
She was a stripper down at the club and had been one of my loyal clients for the past year. I usually don’t do her hair in the shop. She liked house calls, and I didn’t mind because that bag was worth it.
“Oh, girl, these ain’t for work.” She smiled, running her hand through her curls.
“Oop, let me mind mine,” I joked.
She giggled. “Oh, girl, you know I never have a problem telling you nothing.” She paused. “I got a lil’ situation today.”
