The California Saga

“Payback’s a Bitch”

After I hung up the phone, I shouted, “Bitchass nigga!” Calico was really becoming a pain in my ass.

I immediately called Jewel, and her phone rang out to voice mail. “Jewel, what’s up? This is Touch. Call me back as soon as you get this message. Gone.”

I made my way into Bottoms Up. I needed a drink in the worst way. I headed to the bar and ordered a double shot of Grey Goose and took it straight to the head.

“Oh, shit! Hey, Touch. What’s good, homie? Is this like a fucking high-school reunion or some shit?”

I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out who the fuck it was that was talking to me. “It’s me, man. Diablo.”

“Oh, what’s the deal, Diablo?” I extended my hand to Diablo and gave him a pound.

The deejay shouted into the microphone, “Coming to the stage, we got Juicy on stage one, and Malibu on stage two. Show them some love, fellas.”

Diablo said to me, “That thick shit right over there on the stage, Malibu, that’s what’s up.”

I looked over to the stage and saw Sasha wiping down the pole on the stage, preparing to do her thing. I have to admit, looking at Sasha instantly made my dick rise.

I hadn’t seen Diablo in years. I’d heard that he’d moved to Atlanta from Virginia and was doing his thing and getting money down there. But I never really liked the dude. I always tolerated his ass, but I never really fucked with him like that. He wasn’t an enemy per se, but he wasn’t a real nigga. He was one of those niggas that always managed to get over and shit. Besides, that nigga ain’t like me back in high school because he thought I was knocking Jewel off when they were kicking it.

Diablo ordered a bottle of Rosé, and we popped the bottle and drank champagne, and kicked it.

Just before Sasha was finished with her routine, I walked up to the stage and threw three hundred-dollar bills at her.

“Oh, shit! Thank you,” Sasha said, looking at the money only and not even realizing it was me.

I screamed out to her, “Sasha, what up, girl?”

“Oh my God! Touch! What’s up, baby? I didn’t even realize that was you. Wait right there. I’ll be there in a minute,” Sasha said as she walked around the stage, butt-ass naked in her stilettos, picking up the money that she’d just made and tossing it in a tall, clear garbage bag.

I turned around to see Diablo hawking my ass like a fucking stalker.

“So, Diablo, where you gonna be? Let me get your number so I can kick it wit’chu before I bounce back to VA.”

Diablo gave me his number. “So you down here buying them thangs?”

I knew he was referring to weight, but that wasn’t the reason I had come to Atlanta. “Nah, I’m actually down here looking at some real estate that I’m trying to buy.”

“Oh, okay. That’s what’s up. So, if you need them thangs, holler at your boy.” Diablo gave me a pound and walked off.

Just as Diablo walked off, Sasha came up to me and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

“Sasha, I forgot you had all that damn booty up under them clothes,” I said, still admiring her body. “You make a nigga wanna wife your ass.”

“Nigga, please. Everybody wanna wife a bitch when she butt-ass naked,” Sasha said jokingly.

“So what’s up?”

“Nothing. I’m just up in here working, trying to get my swagger back. I been going through it lately.”

I couldn’t help but to continue to stare at her body.

“Touch, if you don’t stop . . .”

“Yo, come on, I want a private dance. You working, right?” I grabbed her by the hand, and we walked downstairs toward the VIP rooms. “It’s twenty dollars a song, right?”

“Yep.” Sasha smiled at me and took the lead, walking in front of me toward a leather couch in the VIP room.

I handed her one hundred dollars. She sat me down and asked me if it was all right if she took off her shoes. I nodded yes, and she took off her shoes and waited for the next song to come on. When it did, she started dancing for me.

I asked her, “You know I always had a crush on you?”

“Yeah, whatever. You know you coulda had me whenever you wanted me, but your nose was always up Jewel’s ass.”

Sasha sat her soft, plump ass on my lap and started grinding on my rock-hard dick.

“So I coulda had you?” I asked. “So you saying I can’t have you now?”

Sasha turned around and faced me in a straddled position. Then she leaned in and started kissing me on my neck and ear. As she kissed me on my ear, she whispered, “You know good and well that Jewel would have a fit if I was fucking wit’chu.”

At that point Sasha had turned me on to the point where I was ready to stick my dick in her pussy right there and fuck her on the spot. Jewel and her feelings was the last thing on my mind right then. Besides, she was banging Calico. Maybe she needed a taste of her own medicine.

“We both grown,” I said. “What we do is between me and you. Jewel ain’t got to know what we do.”

Sasha didn’t respond. She just kept grinding on me and doing her thing. Then she reached her hand in my pants and started stroking my dick. “Ummmhhh,” she moaned in my ear, “I didn’t know you were working with all this.”

“So now you know.” I wanted to just stand up and bend her ass over and fuck her.

The last song of my five songs had just started playing, and I said to Sasha, “I know everything I say to you, you gon’ go back and tell Jewel what I said. But ya girl’s been on some bullshit lately, on the real.”

“Oh my God! Who you telling?” Sasha shot back at me. “I thought it was just me, but I did notice she was acting funny and shit. It’s like sometimes she can be there and care for me and look out for me, but it’s like I don’t know if it’s always genuine ’cause, in the next breath, she’s always flaunting shit and trying to down my ass and show off and shit.”

I nodded my head, and then we both stood up because my time was up.

“So, listen,” I whispered into her ear, “I’m staying at the Ritz Carlton in Buckhead across from Lenox. Why don’t you come chill wit’ me when you get up outta here?”

Sasha nodded her head. “Okay, but I probably wouldn’t be leaving until around three in the morning.”

“It’s all good. I still be here.”

She kissed me on the cheek then walked off. I watched her every move as her sexy ass walked in her stilettos and the white slingshot bikini that she was wearing. I couldn’t wait to get her to my room so I could smash that ass.