Chapter 2
Lisa slid her hand under the pillow so she wouldn’t have to look at her wedding ring while Dre slammed his dick in and out of her from the back. She knew she was wrong, but it felt so good to have her ex doing things to her that her current husband, Ralph, who went by Ralphy, couldn’t do. She looked back at her phat ass slamming against Dre’s stomach as he continued to pound away. She threw her pussy back at him, holding on to the headboard for support while he continued to go deeper and deeper inside of her.
Her box was so wet and tight that Dre had to pull out for a second to get himself together, before he busted off too early. “You miss daddy’s dick, don’t you?” he asked, slapping his dick against her ass cheek before pushing it back inside of her.
“Sssss! Boy, stop playin!” Lisa moaned, slowly pushing her ass back up against him. She could feel another orgasm coming on.
Dre could tell that she was about to cum, too, so he pushed his manhood as deep as he could inside of her, and gripped both of her ass cheeks like a set of handlebars. Her pussy tightened up around the whole of his thick member, and then came a burst of warm, slippery fluid that made his dick feel like it was drowning.
“Dre! Dre!” Lisa yelled out in pleasure. “I miss dis dick!” she admitted.
Dre began to cum as well, but instead of cummin’ inside of her vagina, he took his dick out and slammed it in her asshole.
Lisa bit down on the pillow in pain. It hurt like hell, but at the same time it felt kind of good. “Come from back there!” she moaned and flopped onto her stomach from exhaustion. She was done, out for the count, and the only reason why she didn’t consider falling asleep was the fact that Ralphy would be waiting to pick her up from her job.
Dre wasn’t making things any easier by rolling her over on her back and stuffing his warm, wet tongue into her tunnel. She just looked down at him, and then over at the clock on the nightstand. Choices, choices, she thought as she began to get aroused again.
* * *
Since Kim and Lamar were roommates, it wasn’t that hard for her and Falisha to find him. They sat in Kim’s car two streets over waiting for him to leave the house, and that was after Kim had called him to see if he was going to work today, and at what time. This was a full-fledged stakeout, equipped with sunflower seeds and soda, and a blunt that Falisha had from earlier.
“Girl, roll that window down. Gas ain’t free,” Kim said, and turning the car off altogether. “And pluck those ashes outside.”
“I bet you dis nigga is a stripper or some shit,” Falisha said, taking a pull of the weed.
“Naw, I don’t think so. I saw his dick before. He don’t have a stripper’s dick.” Kim chuckled.
Falisha looked at Kim with a curious look. That was a piece of information Kim never shared before. She was so strict on her “not dating a roommate or friend” policy that it was a surprise to hear her say that. “You gave dat nigga some pussy?” Falisha asked, sitting up in her seat to focus on some juicy details.
“Hell no, I didn’t give him no pussy! But I did see him naked in the shower one morning when I was rushing to get to work,” Kim responded. “I only saw—”
“Oh shit, girl! There he goes!” Falisha yelled, cutting Kim off.
Kim fumbled around trying to get the car started. She watched as Lamar put his duffel bag into the trunk of his car and then got in and pulled off. Kim pulled off right behind him, tailing him at a good distance. He rode down North Tryon Street, then up Harris Boulevard until he jumped on the highway. Kim looked at Falisha with somewhat of a confused look. “I’m not gonna be following this nigga out to the boondocks,” she said, looking at the signs on the highway.
Lamar made it a little too difficult for Kim to keep up anyway. He dipped in and out of traffic as though he knew somebody was following him.
Kim almost sideswiped a car trying to stay with him. “He’s drivin’ like a maniac,” she said.
“I know, girl. Stay with him, though,” Falisha playfully encouraged.
It didn’t take but a few more minutes for Lamar to disappear into traffic, leaving Kim and Falisha scratching their heads trying to figure out where he was. The covert mission was over before it had yielded any fruit.
Kim found herself getting off on the next exit, but there was something about Lamar eluding her that made her even more curious to know where he worked. It was like a silent pact had been made when she looked over and saw the look on Falisha’s face. It was a look of determination and disappointment rolled up in one.
“We’re gonna find out where dat nigga works!” Kim said with a devious look on her face. She stuck her fist out for a little fist bump with Falisha, letting her know that it was game on.
* * *
Dre had put his dick so far in Lisa’s back that she had a whole different walk. She hadn’t been fucked like that in weeks. It wasn’t an everyday thing for her to cheat on Ralphy, and there were times when she hated herself for doing it.
Ralphy was a good man. He was sensitive, giving, and caring, and probably one of the most honest men in Charlotte. He worked a good nine-to-five job at Ford Motor, complete with medical benefits and a 401(k) plan. The only things he lived for were Lisa and their four-year-old daughter, Naomi.
“What happened to you?” Ralphy asked, getting out of the car to meet Lisa, who was coming down the walkway.
She looked somewhat injured, but the only things that were hurting were her ass and her conscience. She could still feel Dre’s dick back there. Visions of him pounding away at it made it hurt just a little bit more. “I fell coming down the steps,” she lied, while getting into the car.
Ralphy didn’t think anything of it. In fact, it made him want to cater to her even more. “Other than you busting ya ass, how was work?” he asked before leaning in to give her a kiss.
“Busy. It seemed like everybody and their mother wanted to get their teeth cleaned or pulled,” Lisa complained. Being a dental secretary wasn’t a bad job, especially when Dr. Crosby allowed Lisa to do just about whatever she wanted to do. Today wasn’t that busy at all. That’s why he had allowed her to take off for the day, and that’s how she found her way over to Dre’s house.
“Well, look, my mom said that she was gonna watch Naomi this weekend, so I planned a nice little getaway for us,” Ralphy said, placing his hand on her lap.
She didn’t know if it was guilt that made her jump from his touch, or the fact that her whole lower body was aching. But, whatever it was, it caught Ralphy’s attention. He was so green to the fact that his wife had just gotten finished getting her back blown out by a nigga with a dick five inches longer than his.
“Are you sure you’re good?” he asked again, rubbing his hand up and down Lisa’s thigh while still keeping his eyes on the road.
Lisa sat there thinking about how horrible a person she must be to be an adulterer. “Naw, babe, I’m good. I just need a nice, warm bath, some rest, and I’ll be fine,” she told him before looking out of the window.
* * *
The welfare office was loud, stinky, jam-packed, and it was like that from the moment Tammy got there at nine o’clock that morning. Four hours later, the atmosphere was still the same, minus the old lady with a bad odor. Tammy couldn’t understand why her appointment was for nine, when she ended up having to sit there all day before she was seen. By the time the case manager did call out her name, she was hungry, irritated, and tired.
“Hello, Ms. Green. Sorry you had to wait so long. As you can see it’s busy as hell around here,” Ms. Betty, the case manager, said, taking a seat behind her desk. “I needed you to come down here so that you can fill out these child support papers—”
“But my kids’ father is locked up right now,” Tammy tried to explain.
Tammy wasn’t aware that welfare couldn’t care less about whether Chris was locked up. In order for her to continue to receive cash assistance, she had to file for child support even if Chris wasn’t able to pay it. The government was definitely going to make sure that he didn’t have any money saved up in a bank, or maybe a lawsuit pending or any money anywhere. Welfare was going to get their fair cut, if not all of it.
After about twenty minutes and a couple more papers to sign, Ms. Betty looked up. “All right, Ms. Green. Your new cash assistance will start next month—”
“Next month?” Tammy snapped back. “What do you mean, next month?”
“Ms. Green, as of two weeks ago you were taken off of welfare altogether. That’s why I wrote you and told you that you had to fill out this paperwork,” Ms. Betty said, pointing to the child support papers on her desk.
“But I got bills!” she pled, damn near ready to cry. Tammy was somewhat new to the system; she didn’t understand that welfare worked like that. They were so unpredictable at times, and it was always something with them, especially when you had a case manager who didn’t care two shits about you or ya problems.
Ms. Betty wasn’t one of those case managers, though. She knew the everyday struggle of young, single women with children. “Look, this is what I can do for you, Ms. Green,” she said, taking off her glasses and wiping the sweat from her eyes. “According to the possible outcome of this paperwork, you should be getting around six hundred fifty dollars a month in cash assistance, and a little more than three hundred dollars in stamps. On or about the sixteenth of this month, I will get you the six hundred fifty dollars in cash assistance you were normally getting, and I will get you the three hundred dollars in stamps. That’s about two weeks from today. I’ll have all of your paperwork processed by then. That’s the best that I can do.”
It was a relief, but it was still two weeks away. That meant that Tammy was going to have to hear Mr. Louis’s mouth, along with paying the late fee on her rent, or she was going to have to really consider his offer. Just the thought of that made her stomach hurt. There was nothing about Mr. Louis that she found attractive. That, and the fact she had never cheated on Chris ever. Tammy’s mind went back to her problems.
Anthony, her four-year-old, was going to be pulled out of daycare for this month, and the electric and gas bills were going to get paid late as well. All that, and she was still going to have to be broke for the next two weeks, not to mention the fact that the baby needed Pampers and the house needed a good cleaning.
Tammy left the welfare office with more stress than she did when she walked through the door. But like all bad news that she received in her life, she had to just suck it up and try to keep it moving. She really didn’t have the time to cry over spilled milk, because in reality she knew nobody cared.