Chapter Ten

Mouse

I heard the weatherman forecast snow tonight, at least seven inches with freezing wind, so I assumed tricking tonight on the track would be cancelled. I needed a break from Hunts Point. Night after night, Erica and I worked the blocks, climbing in and out of cars, sucking dick and fucking in whatever position the clients requested. Cream was also always around, watching our backs, proclaiming to be protecting us with his pistol in his waistband. Some nights were good, easy going; I would make $500, maybe more, and give Erica her 65 percent. And then there were nights where I would be wearing out the bottom of my shoes walking constantly, freezing my butt off, and not catching a date, barely making a hundred dollars that night.

I hate to say the words that I was getting used to it, but I somewhat was. I was feeding my daughter, buying her the clothes she needed, and actually able to take her to fun places like Chuck E. Cheese’s, the movies, and the museum. And I was trying to save to get my own place and get from underneath Erica’s wing. I didn’t plan on selling pussy and sucking dick for the rest of my life. I didn’t see myself doing this in the spring or summer. I was determined to find my way out somehow. I thought about going to school, but that cost too.

When we weren’t out on the track degrading ourselves, Erica and I would be chilling, smoking, talking, laughing, and being friends. It was like night and day in that apartment. Sometimes she would cook a wonderful meal and I couldn’t get enough of her cooking. We would watch movies and just be normal ladies with kids to raise. But the best times were when Cream would be gone all day, maybe a day or two. He proclaimed to be out on business, but I knew the truth behind his absence. He was fucking some other bitch out there. Erica was too blinded to see the truth. And Cream had a heavy influence on her. It had me thinking, damn, is the dick that good?

But it wasn’t any of my business, so I kept quiet about it.

The evening was a good day. I was playing with Eliza and we all sat around the TV watching Disney’s The Lion King and then we watched Brave. I always enjoyed watching children’s films; the storytelling and the animation was utterly amazing. I looked out the window and saw the first snowflakes falling to what the weatherman predicted the city receiving at least six to seven inches over the night. I sighed with relief and smiled. Growing up, I always enjoyed the snow; and when it stopped snowing, I was ready to take Eliza out in it so we could play around and make a snowman and probably find a hill to slide down in a homemade snow sleigh.

“Look, y’all, it’s snowing,” I announced.

The kids immediately ran to the window to peer outside. They were in joy seeing the white flurries cover the entire projects trying to make the hood transform into some winter wonderland. I gazed out the window with them.

“See, Eliza, look, it’s snowing,” I said.

My daughter tried to reach to grab it, touching the window and smiling. I smiled too. While I and the kids were distracted with the snowfall, Erica’s phone rang. She picked up and went into the kitchen to talk. I didn’t think anything of it. I continued gazing outside. Five minutes later, Erica came back into the living room and said to me, “You wanna make some extra money tonight?”

I looked at her perplexed and replied, “How? It’s snowing outside.”

“Not on the track, close to home.”

I felt reluctant in seeing a client close to home. I didn’t respond right away, but Erica added, “He cool people. He lives close, on 225th Street. We can walk there.”

“Who’s watchin’ the kids?”

“I can call a neighbor. But this can be an easy two hundred, Mouse, for an hour.”

I sighed. “Fuck it, I’ll do it.”

She smiled. She got back on her cell phone to arrange the date. Erica was like the post office: rain, sleet, or snow, our clients were still going to get their service. I pulled Eliza into my arms and held her lovingly. If it weren’t for her, everyone could kiss my ass, because my pussy was precious to me; now it was for sale like some groceries in the supermarket.

 

Erica and I hurriedly walked in the cold and snow to 225th Street. I was bundled up in a yellow North Face bubble jacket, tight jeans, snow boots, and a wool ski hat. It was snowing and too cold to try to look cute for anyone. I didn’t know much about the apartment we were heading to, or the man who called, except he was a very good friend of Erica’s and was cool peoples.

We entered the building lobby and took the stairs to the third floor. I had to get some warmth. It felt like negative twenty degrees outside. The snow was accumulating and we seemed to be the only two fools walking around in it. I followed Erica to apartment 3B. She knocked. I waited. Seconds later, a man answered with a smile and a beer in his hand.

“Damn, y’all came fast,” he said.

“You know how I do, always ’bout my business,” she told him.

The man’s eyes looked past Erica and lingered on me and he nodded. “Yeah, your friend is cute.”

“I told you.”

He stepped to the side and allowed us inside his place. I immediately noticed another man inside. He was seated on the leather couch, smoking a cigarette, and the minute I came into his view, he smiled cheerfully and gazed at me like I was some sizzling prime steak that he was ready to devour. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me.

“Ladies, this is my friend, Tango,” the man at the door introduced him.

“Hey, Tango,” Erica greeted him, with her flirtatious smile.

He stood up and walked over toward us with his attention fixated on me. I stood quietly in everyone’s presence. Tango, he was tall and seemed to have a well-built physique underneath the T-shirt he had on. His eyes lingered on me with pleasure. It was like he was starstruck on me, making me feel like I was some celebrity.

“You’re beautiful,” he spoke, making me smile.

“Thank you.”

“I mean you are a very beautiful woman,” he repeated. His words were genuine, authentic. And he truly gazed at me like I was the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

I couldn’t help but to blush in front of him.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Diamond,” I lied. It was my stage name.

“And you are a diamond.”

“Well, it’s good to see that everyone getting along nicely,” Erica chimed.

She and her friend were getting acquainted with each other. I never got his name, but I had to admit, Tango and his friend were very handsome men. I instantly knew they were street, hood niggas with some charisma in them and looking to have a good time tonight, either with us on our knees or on our back with our legs spread. They offered us a drink and told us to feel at home. I knew what we came there for, but Erica wasn’t in any rush to handle business. She and the man named Sheldon were laughing, flirting, and acting like they used to date each other. She was seated on his lap with him rubbing between her thighs and kissing on her neck.

I was seated next to Tango and he seemed cool. I nestled next to him sipping on some liquor and conversing.

“So, Diamond, I heard you speak Spanish. Where you from?” Sheldon asked.

“I’m from here; my pops is from the Dominican Republic,” I told them.

“Spanish females are so sexy. Say something nice in Spanish,” Tango said.

I smiled, and said to him, “Usted es un hombre muy guapo.”

He smiled. “What did you just say?”

“I said, ‘you are a very handsome man.’”

“Oh shit, my nigga, I think she really likes you,” Sheldon chimed.

We all laughed.

I felt Tango’s hand run up my thigh and rest between my legs. He rubbed my pussy through my jeans. He was all over me like white on rice, trying to put his hand up my shirt, feel my tits, and kiss the side of my neck. I could tell he was hard already; his erection protruded through his jeans. He was so antsy he seemed like a child with ADD.

“I want you,” he whispered in my ear.

I chuckled lightly. “You do.”

“Hells yeah, I do. You so fuckin’ sexy and beautiful, I would put a ring on ya finger right now,” he said.

From his fanatical look, it seemed like he meant every word of it. He kissed the side of my neck again and fondled me. I allowed his touch to roam all over me.

Erica suddenly went from playful mode into business mode. “Tango, I know you feelin’ my girl and all, but this pussy ain’t free. You gotta pay to play.”

“Oh, I’m ready to pay,” said Tango.

Tango looked at Sheldon. Sheldon nodded and said, “I got my man tonight.” He gently pushed Erica off of his lap and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a wad of fifties and twenties. Erica’s and my eyes were glued to the bankroll he pulled out. He peeled off $300 and handed it to Erica. She happily took his payment and said, “See, now we can continue on wit’ our play.”

The minute Erica was paid Tango pulled me from off the couch and wanted to take me into the room. I saw the strong lust in his eyes and kind of got nervous for a minute. He looked like he was about to get rough with me. He couldn’t wait to have me.

“Damn, your boy is thirsty for some ass,” Erica said.

“Yeah, he is,” Sheldon replied.

“I’m gonna play nice,” Tango said, showing a lecherous grin.

Yeah, like his words comforted me. But reluctantly, I was there to perform a service so me and my daughter could eat. Tango escorted me into one of the three bedrooms and before I walked in behind him, I heard his friend say, “Y’all two have fun now, my friend really needs this. And don’t stank up my room.”

The door closed behind me and I found myself in this barren-looking room, a small bed, no TV, or any posters and pictures decorating the walls. I guessed it was used for only one or two purposes: sleeping and sex. I stood by the door suddenly feeling apprehensive. Tango sat on the bed and stared at me.

“I’m sorry, do I make you nervous?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

He did, but I didn’t admit it to him. The look in his eyes showed a man who could be cold and dangerous. But yet, he seemed gentle and caring toward me for some reason. He was ready for me, and I had to ready myself for him. He took off his shirt, revealing his strapping and chiseled physique. I was in awe at his body. He was cut up and muscular everywhere. His biceps bulged out like a small mountain. His stomach had a wave of abs. And his upper body was swathed with tattoos; some I recognized as gang related, some was art, he had biblical scriptures written across his chest and back, and a few demonic artwork on his arms, which to me, contradicted the biblical passages.

“I gotta be honest with you,” he started to say.

When a man said to me “I gotta be honest with you” I tended to get a little nervous for some reason. Tango looked at me and said, “I just got out of prison a few days ago, and you’re the first woman I’ll be with in ten years.”

Wow, I thought.

He continued with, “I just need to feel the touch, the smell, the affection, and the inside of a woman right now. I’m so fuckin’ horny right now that I’m ’bout to explode. And you are the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on.”

That right there, his lovely comment, made me smile widely.

“And if you speculating ’bout my sexuality, I ain’t never been wit’ no nigga in jail. I don’t fuckin’ swing that way. I spent my time reading, working out, and jerking off,” he stated.

It was good to hear him say that.

“You really think I’m truly beautiful?”

“I think you’re an angel, Diamond. I think any man who is in your life is a lucky and very fortunate man. I look in your eyes and I see a woman so pure and down for hers.”

“You see that in my eyes,” I replied. “You don’t even know me.”

My first impression was he was spitting some game at me, sweet talking; but he already paid me to fuck him. So I assumed his words were genuine. A man locked up for ten years, constantly around men and prison guards twenty-four/seven; maybe he could tend to change and found himself in a better place. I didn’t know his history or his past and I didn’t want to know it. I was simply a form of pleasure to him, not his parole officer.

“I wanna get to know you,” Tango said.

“You wanna get to know me huh?” I walked toward him, undoing my shirt and unfastening my jeans. Yeah, being inside me was one way of getting to know me.

He stood up and undid his jeans. That thirst for sex continually lingered in his eyes. He removed his jeans and boxers and showed me what he was working with. No lie, I was impressed with his size, not too big and not too small, but very right: eight inches long and with girth. His penis stood at attention, looking like a black steel pipe.

I came out my clothes and was buck-naked. His eyes lit up and his dick was so hard that it looked like a SCUD missile ready to launch inside of me.

“You have a condom?” I asked.

“Nah,” he said.

Luckily, I did.

I pulled out a Magnum, which looked like it would fit him snugly in that area. I approached him and rolled the latex back on his hard dick. I got down on my knees and was ready to give him some head. But for some strange reason he stopped me.

“I wanna taste you,” he said.

“You wanna eat me out?” I asked, somewhat confused.

“Yeah.”

He pulled me down onto the bed with him and positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. This was a first, a nigga—a trick at that—wanting to please me. It was his money, so I didn’t argue. His chin rested against my pussy’s lips and pressed a little into them. His kissing lips were just a breath away from my clit. He placed his tongue against me below; I breathed easily. His hands were strong against my thighs; it felt like he could easily rip me apart with his strength, but he was gentle like a feather.

I gasped when I felt his lips against me, his tongue digging inside of me. I placed my head back and closed my eyes. My mind drifted off somewhere as he ate me out. I had entered somewhere and wasn’t about to leave it, lying in an open glade with this thuggish and gorgeous specimen of a man devouring my pussy like if he needed it to live.

“Aaaah, ugh. Aaaah,” I moaned and gritted my teeth.

His tongue invaded me deep, instantly finding my G-spot. My mind spiraled into a touch of bliss as it felt like he was about to bring an orgasm to me. I kept my body arched and opened, and stop my knees from simply collapsing in sheer, trembling bliss. Tango ate and ate, and ate, like a starving offering. I shuddered in his grasp, playing the carnal tune with my voice. One moment his touch was like feathers, and then it would feel like a wriggling snake with his breath tickling my every nerve.

I clawed his backside as his mouth and teeth nipped at my flesh and in doing so, his hands reached up for my nipples, pinching them softly and cupping them. His full lips supped and suckled my pink folds, tugging, licking, flicking, and teasing without end. He kept my unsuspecting body on the edge of breathless shivering when he fingered both places, and then having his tongue flick back and forth inside of me, and across my throbbing clit. My whole body shook trying not to cum. I was his toy to play with and he was playing well.

“I just wanna taste you. You taste so fuckin’ good,” he said between licks and sucks.

“I’m gonna cum,” I cried out.

I was soon lost in this rapturous haze of a mind-blowing orgasm that never seemed to end. I quivered against the sheet and near him like I was having a seizure. My eyes fluttered and Tango worked me in a way that I had never been worked before. As I was coming down from my orgasm, my legs began to release his head, they became like vise grips around him when I was about to explode, and I could feel his tongue lapping up my juices. This man was a freak. I loved it.

He wasn’t done with me yet. Before the last drop of me came out, he tossed me into the doggie style position and thrust himself inside of me roughly. His big dick penetrated me like a hot spear. He moaned and grunted as his balls slammed against me and my good pussy almost having him reach the point of no return.

“Damn, ya pussy is so fuckin’ good. Oh shit, ugh, ugh!” he grunted.

I had him arched over me, weakened and clutching the white sheets, his dick at full staff with my glorious insides pleasing every inch of him to full throttle. He fucked me, and fucked me, grabbing my ass, cupping my tits, his rhythm dancing inside of me.

From there, he pulled out and wanted me to ride him cowgirl style. I straddled his nice physique with my fiery descent, slamming my pussy down on his dick and fucking him crazily. He gripped my hips as I rode that dick, trying to milk the cum from his nuts.

“Ooooh. Ooooh, shit. Ooooh, shit, ugh, ugh, ugh,” his feral grunts echoed out.

With my hands placed against his strapping chest, I felt this nigga’s dick cemented in my stomach. He was about to make me cum again, as I was about to do him the same way.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” he cried out.

We both were nearly there to heaven, once again, reaching the point of no return. He had me creaming and dripping wet. I came on the dick, saturating the condom thrusting inside of me. Moments later, he detonated himself inside of me with so much force, I feared he tore through the condom and came inside of me. He was ten years backed up and I couldn’t have any more mistakes.

When he was finally done coming, which took like forever, I pulled him out of me, quickly checking to see if the condom was still attached, which it was, thank God, and I fell against my back, breathing hard and sweating. He nestled against me and held me in his arms like I was his.

“That was so good, thank you,” he said.

I was taken aback. It was the first time any man thanked me for sex and held me close afterward. This rough-looking muthafucka was more than met the eye. For a moment, we cuddled in that bare room like a couple. I didn’t know him at all, but there was something about him that was truly comforting.

While he held me, he talked to me. I mean, he just literally opened up and started telling me about himself. His name was Tango, but his real name was Andre Clark. Tango was his street name, his nickname. The more he talked, the more he grew on me. He was warm and generous; he was even willing to pay me extra for more of my time.

He asked me about myself. I told him a few things, but not all of my business. I told him about the music career I tried to get into. I even spit a poem/rhyme for him. He was impressed. I mentioned my daughter, my likes, and dislikes. I told him about the shelter and why I started prostituting myself. The funny thing was, Tango looked at me and didn’t judge me at all. Most niggas wouldn’t be caught dead nestling against a prostitute and catching feelings for her. Tango didn’t care at all.

We talked for an hour, until Erica knocked on the door and said it was time for us to go. He didn’t want to let me go, but he understood.

“I wanna see you again,” he said.

I smiled.

He added, “I’ll pay you. I don’t care.”

He was sweet.

“Where do you be at?” he asked me.

“I work Hunts Point,” I told him.

“Okay.”

I got dressed. He didn’t. He just sat there at the foot of the bed, remaining buck-naked and looking at me. His eyes lit up. His body was sharp. He was really infatuated with everything about me. Erica continued knocking. “Diamond, c’mon, let’s go.”

“I’m coming,” I hollered.

Tango stood up from the bed, dick swinging and all. He reached into his pants pocket and removed a few bills. He handed me a twenty and said, “I ain’t got much right now, but you deserve a tip.”

I took it. “Thank you.”

I walked out the room feeling cool. He pleased me and I pleased him. And I wondered if it was all just talk with him, or would he come and see me again.

Erica and I footed it back out into the snowfall with two inches of snow already on the ground. My pussy was still tingling from the experience and I couldn’t wait to get back home to my daughter.

“Was he good?” Erica asked me, as we entered into the lobby covered in snow and cold.

I smiled at her.

Tango, he was more than good; he was different.