Chapter Thirty-Eight
Petie got back in the Navigator and called Renee. Once again, her sister, Rhonda, told him that she refused to come to the phone. He wasn’t trying to hear that. ”Tell her to get on the phone before I pop up on the doorstep.”
After a few minutes Renee got on the phone. ”What is it, Petie?” she said.
”Who the fuck you wish was calling? Or should I say, who you thought was calling—maybe Ladelle? Huh, bitch? I’m talking to you! You would have run to the phone if it was Ladelle, right?”
Renee took a deep breath. ”So he told you?” she said.
”What you think? You sure as hell didn’t tell me!!” he hollered into his cell phone.
”Petie, what do you care? You haven’t paid attention to me in God knows how long. Does it really matter now?”
”Fucken right it matters, bitch!! How you sound askin’ me a question like that?”
”I was lonely and needed some attention, and you were never around to give it to me. What do you suggest I should have done?”
”Not fuck my man, that’s for sure!”
”You got some nerve!! You were out fucking anything in tight jeans, and you were never home!! Maybe if you were, I wouldn’t be infected. Now you hold that!! And as far as your clothes go, I’ll bring them to you. Other than that, we don’t have anything to discuss—not now or when I bring you your shit. Now, this conversation is over!!” Renee slammed the phone down before Petie could say anything else. He threw the cell phone onto the passenger’s seat and punched the steering wheel. Shit was closing in on him and he had nowhere to turn.
He headed back to the hotel to get some rest; maybe that would help him think a little clearer. He saw a cute chick about a block from the hotel and decided what he really needed right now—some pussy. Petie called her over to the driver’s side of the truck. He could look at her and tell that she smoked. At this point in the game it didn’t even matter. ”What’s up?” she said approaching him.
Your jaws, that’s what’s up, Petie thought. But instead he said, ”You want to hang out?” He looked at her mouthpiece and concluded that she had the right goods. And after just a few seconds, he found out that she was with it. She walked around to the passenger side of the Navigator. When she got in, Petie asked her if she wanted to get something to smoke.
”Yeah, I can cop around the corner,” she said. Petie parked the truck, gave her the money and waited for her to come back. He didn’t care if she bounced with his dough and never came back; he had shit on the brain.
The chick returned and got back in the truck. ”My name is Patrice,” she said.
”Yeah, aiight, call me Ant,” Petie replied. He wasn’t interested in her name; he just wanted to know what her jaws felt like.
”Get in the tub and I’ll be right back,” Petie said to Patrice when they got to his hotel room. He locked the door behind him and ran down the steps and out onto the street. He went to the corner store and bought beer, cigarettes, soap, toothpaste and a toothbrush, and a douche for Patrice.
When Petie got back upstairs, Patrice was on the bed with her feet propped up on a couple of pillows. She lay spread eagle with the stem in her hands. Petie took a good look at her and saw that she wasn’t too bad. She wasn’t too fat or too skinny. He took the douche out of the bag he was carrying and passed it to her.
”You take it in the ass?” he asked her.
”Fa sho,” she said. Petie knew they were going to get along just fine now. He took off his shirt and told her to go and douche out her ass. He watched her walk to the bathroom, her ass shaking like Jell-O. She didn’t know that his butt-buster was already hard for her. He sat down on the bed, untied and removed his Timbs, and took off his jeans and boxers.
Patrice came out of the bathroom, and the look on her face told Petie she was ready. Her eyes roamed his six-pack and the anaconda between his legs. Petie was cut in all the right places with no body fat at all. He had the physique that all men want, and his tattoos made him look even more tempting.
Patrice fixed herself a hit and blew the smoke on his dick. Petie leaned back and began to stroke himself. ”C’mon, ma, spit on me.” She put him in her mouth and he moved her head up and down. She didn’t have a deep throat, but she knew how to work her jaws. Des was still the best head nurse there was, as far as he was concerned. Patrice sucked his sides and licked his head until she tasted pre-cum in her mouth. Petie was good and brick.
Patrice got on all fours and moved to the end of the bed. She arched her back and threw her butt in the air. ”Let me see what you workin’ with,” she said. Petie liked that. He knew he was going to have fun with her. He wet her asshole and slapped the tip of his dick on it. Then he applied pressure and entered her. She tried to move forward, but he pulled her back toward him. He lay on top of her and stroked her long and deep as she cried out. He liked her; she sounded like Share. The thought of Share made him mad, and he started to fuck Patrice harder. If he went any deeper, his balls would be in her ass, too.
Petie couldn’t hold out anymore. He busted off, draining himself inside of Patrice’s ass. He slid out of her and went to the bathroom to wash himself off as Patrice lay on the bed with her thumb in her mouth. Just like Share, he thought when he came out of the bathroom and looked at her. He had to admit it: Share had him bent.
”You aiight?” he asked Patrice.
”Yeah, I’m just tired,” she said as she pulled the covers up over her and adjusted the pillows.
”Get some rest,” Petie said. He turned on the TV and began to flick the channels with the remote that was on the nightstand next to the bed. He looked back at Patrice and saw that she had turned onto her side and was already going to sleep. Petie just sat in the chair and watched her as he thought about his next move.
When Petie woke up the next morning, he gave Patrice money to get them something to eat. He got in the shower after she left and thought about what he was going to do with her. He liked her, but she smoked crack and that was a no-no.
He was already out of the shower and getting dressed by the time Patrice got back to the room. He told her to be quiet while he called Renee. As usual, she didn’t come to the phone. Rhonda told him that Renee said for him to turn himself in and stop calling her. He hung up the phone wanting to go over there and push her head into the wall.
He told Patrice to give him a number where he could reach her. She told him she didn’t have a number, which didn’t surprise him.
”Aiight, check this out: meet me back here tonight between nine-thirty and ten o’ clock. We’ll get another room.” He paused for a few seconds. ”Listen, no smoking tonight,” he added. ”We just gon’ be on some Chuck Chill out shit”.
”Okay, no problem,” Patrice said. She didn’t ask Petie for any money and he liked that. Most chicks who smoked always had their hand out. She didn’t. He peeled back sixty dollars and handed it to her for her pocket. He told her to get her smoking out of the way now, because tonight it was a rizzie. He knew she’d be back; they always came back.
Petie and Patrice checked out of the room. After dropping her off, Petie called Roz and told her that he was on his way. So much pussy, so little time.
