Island Café
Upsher Street
NW Washington, DC
I was about seven pulls into my J when my cell phone began vibrating on the table next to me. Lazily, I looked at it and wondered why NiQue didn’t have any other friends outside of me to bother early on a Saturday morning.
“Yo, what it do?” I answered.
“Nothing girl, just let Dread out the door. I told you that nigga would make his way back over to get some of this good good.” NiQue giggled. “That nigga can flow like shit girl. I might make him my man. He just told me that he just got signed. He and a few of his other boys that fuck with Cap Citi Entertainment just got the green lights for the mainstream. ” She continued.
“Maybe we could both fuck with some big time rappers.” She said excitedly.
I shook my head and let out a plume of smoke. I was not interested in hearing the torrid details of her session with who was supposed to be my play thing. Nor was I interested in her trying to make plans to become that man’s girl. I knew he only fucked her because I had mysteriously disappeared. NiQue most likely threw the pussy at him sideways and he didn’t know she was my friend. I listened to her babble on and on until she mentioned Sheik.
“Wait you saw Sheik last night? Where did you see him?”
“See now I know you weren’t listening to anything I said to you because I just told you I saw him up at Black’s Carwash on Florida Avenue. Apparently, Dread and Black are boys and Dread went to get his ride cleaned. When we were pulling out of the carwash, I saw Sheik. He spotted me and asked me where your black ass was.” She laughed.
“NiQue, I don’t ever listen to your ass girl because you never make any damn sense. Now what did Sheik say he wanted?”
“He just asked me where you were and if I would tell you to call him. He said he got some more business for you.” She said.
I sunk back into the bed feeling defeated. He didn’t want me, he wanted to handle business. I hadn’t been fucked in over a month. The last piece of dick I had was dead and gone and wasn’t coming back. Maybe that was what was wrong with me. I had been real snappish and ready to squabble with anyone who wanted to try me. Lack of sex could make me an evil bitch. NiQue was still going on and on in my ear, and I had no clue what the fuck she was saying. I decided I was going to interrupt her and try to get her to go out with me.
“Damn, Motor Mouth. Can I get a word in edgewise?” I said.
“You think you can stay off of that dude’s dick long enough to go out with me tonight? Girl, I haven’t had any form of sex since our dearly departed Papi. I have to find a replacement.” I said.
I told her I would call her later after I found something hot to wear. After all, I was on a mission to get a plaything until I got up with, Mr. Sheik the Real Thing. I deaded the J and swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I turned to face the mirror that was on the adjacent wall. My chocolate skin was glowing and my body wasn’t a size six, but I got hips and curves that will make a nigga sick. I loved me all over. I was ready for someone to love me all over too. I got dressed and headed down the hall to check on Neko. That lil’ nigga was really getting beside himself. He was staying out late and I know he was getting higher than gas prices.
I let myself into his room without knocking and there was my baby brother standing upright with some little tramp seated on the edge of the bed with his dick lodged down her throat. Neko had his head thrown back in ecstasy with his hands planted firmly on the back of the girls head. He was so busy thrusting in and out of her mouth that he didn’t even see me. I was glad he hadn’t seen me too because that would have been real awkward. I backed out of Neko’s room and headed for the steps. Right before I grabbed the handle to leave out the door, I reminded myself to have a serious talk with my baby brother about hood chicks and bringing them to the house. I also reminded myself to grab him some rubbers because a baby was something none of us were ready to have. I turned the handle and Daddy was standing on the other side of the front door.
“Hi Daddy! I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” I sang, pulling him in for a hug. I then noticed something was very wrong because my father didn’t hug me back. He barely acknowledged my presence in front of him. I immediately stepped back and examined his worried face.
“Is there something going on that I need to know about Daddy?” I asked him with fear mounting.
Daddy tried to smile and tell me there was nothing to worry about. He tried to tell me that he was just tired and still had some business to take care of before he could settle in for a mid-day nap. I knew he wasn’t telling me everything. Over the years I got used to my father being elusive and secretive. It was just a part of who he was and what he did. He stepped into the house and I stepped back in with him. He was holding a piece of paper in his hands and was not trying to let me see what was on it. I decided I wasn’t going to pester him with questions about what was really going on and why he looked shook. I just let him know that Neko had company and that I was going to step out for awhile. I gave him the weekly numbers since it was the first time I had seen him in week. We never kept the same time and hours. We had both gotten so busy, we barely crossed paths. If it weren’t for Neko giving me status updates on Daddy, I would never know what was going on with him.
I kissed my father’s cheek and tried to steal a glance of the solitary sheet of paper that looked to be the source of his worry. He pulled the paper out of my reach and sight when I went to kiss him. I headed out the door, finally making it to the car, and pulling out of the driveway. I figured I wouldn’t go too far to shop. The Solbiato shop was only a little ways down the block. I found a space, although I was kicking myself for driving down the block. The parking in Georgetown was horrendous. It would take a solid hour to just find someplace to park at times. I found a space because it was early and the serious shoppers hadn’t hit G-town yet. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before the die-hard shopping fanatics would be flooding the overly populated streets. I walked into the shop and was drawn to the bright colors. That was the “in thing” for the summer; bright clothes and shoes.
I saw a tall man in the corner of the store that appeared to work in the shop. I needed him to get an item off of the wall that I wanted to try on. As I approached him, I saw he was definitely not an employee. What caught my attention was the design on the back of his shirt. It was the logo for Cap Citi. Either the dude was on Crack’s team or he had just purchased the shirt from somewhere. Either way, the shirt was sick and I wanted one. I knew Neko would like it. It was a picture of the U.S. Capital and it had flames surrounding it. The words under the Capital set in flames said, “We make this Citi Hot!”
“Excuse me, but where can I get a shirt like that?” I asked the dude wearing it.
He turned to face me and he took my breath away. He was tall. I mean really tall. He stood about 6’6” and had long soft hair that was pulled into a ponytail. I silently wished that I knew how to braid hair. Especially if that meant that fine ass nigga would be between my legs. His skin was smooth and even, and his eyes were inviting.
“You can get them off of my label’s website.” He answered.
Damn, maybe I didn’t have to go to the club to find Mr. Right Now. I think Mr. Right Now had run into me.
I finally spoke up. “Oh, so you are signed to Crack’s label?” I asked.
He gave me the once over and was surprised to see that I knew who Crack was.
“Oh, so you know my people then huh?” He asked.
“I might.” I laughed.
“Well, it sounds like you know more than most. But you can get the shirts from the website.” He said and then turned to finish his task of sifting through the jeans.
“Well, thank you for the information…Ahhhh, I didn’t catch your name.” I said hoping he wasn’t going to just end the conversation like that. I was interested in seeing him naked and he was going to allow me that opportunity.
“The name is Nato but you can call me Jo.” He offered.
“May I ask how you got Jo from Nato?” I asked trying to keep the conversation going.
“My stage name is Nato and that is short for Niggas Are Taking Over. Jo is my name.” He said smiling.
His smile was infectious and I smiled up at him, hoping he could sense that I wanted him to take me in the dressing room and fuck me. I learned that Jo was one of the newest members of The Cap Citi label and was well on his way to being what The Cap called, “God’s Gift.” We stood in the store and talked for awhile.
“Well Miss…you never gave me your name.” He said looking me over again.
“You never asked for it, so I ain’t offer it.” I said real cocky like. “Since you want to know…my name is YaYa.”
“So, YaYa, do you have plans this evening? I would like to get to know you better.”
I remembered that I had already made plans with NiQue.
“Yeah, I have plans to go out with my girl. We planned on hitting up the club.” I informed him.
“Well, are you busy now? I have to go to the studio and handle this music thing and then I am free. Why don’t you go with me and then we can get lunch or something?”
I wasted no time accepting his offer and decided that going with him was a better option than sitting alone at home with Daddy, who was in his own world; or Neko, who was sure to be into something if he was even home. I purchased my items and walked out of the store with Nato. We headed to my car, since he didn’t drive, and I followed his directions to a neighborhood Southeast. Once we pulled up in front of our destination, I cut the motor off and exited the car following NATO’s moves. We walked up the steps to a house that sat right on MLK Jr. Avenue. He used his keys and opened the doors to the Cap Citi recording studio. The entrance was painted red and there were all sorts of framed pictures of Crack and Dread and various other people posing with stars. Dread was in one of the pictures with a mean mug on his face, giving Mark Wahlberg a pound. There were pictures of Crack with celebrities like Dr. Dre and the famous pimp, Bishop Don Juan.
I was amazed that Crack was doing so well. It looked as though he was eating good and so was everyone around him. I paused to check out a few more pictures of Dread and couldn’t figure out why I was so taken by him. Even though I was standing there with a handsome specimen of a man, I couldn’t help but be envious of NiQue. We walked further into the house and the living room area was a reception area. Nato explained that there was a receptionist that worked there Monday through Friday. They were using the studio for themselves and renting it out whenever the Cap Citi artists weren’t using the studio. They had a very nice hustle going on and I respected it.
We walked down some steps and into a sitting area. You could tell it was where all the magic happened. There was a booth and a separate room for the sound engineers equipped with top-of-the-line sound equipment. There were some guys seated in plush chairs and some hood rat looking groupies seated with them. There were thick plumes of smoke coming from the rotation of Js that were being passed around the room in a cipher. The men were free-styling, trying to impress the chicks that were obviously thirsty for them. The men all acknowledged me and Nato, then they went back to their lyrical battle. Out of a room from the back walked Crack, Dread, and some other dude who had a thick African accent. They were laughing and talking when they noticed they had a new guest in their presence.
I hugged Crack. “I guess I was more interested in your business than you think.” I laughed.
“YaYa what brought you here? Or should I even ask?” He said looking from me to Nato smiling.
“So, we meet again shawty.” I heard Dread say. His voice commanded attention with it’s deep smooth baritone.
I snapped out of the trance I was in from seeing him again. I remembered that he had just fucked my best friend a few hours before. Nato asked me was I cool, and I let him know Crack was like family so he headed towards the booth to lay a track for an upcoming mixed-tape. Crack informed us that he and Queen had plans on meeting a few investors over dinner and he left. I took a seat and Dread found a seat next to me just as a pretty brown skin girl with hazel eyes walked down the steps. She rushed in the room issuing apologies for her tardiness. She introduced herself as Kimya.
“Ain’t nobody thinking bout you Kim. You’re always late for a session. You say one o’clock that shit means three o’clock.” One of the niggas who had introduced himself as Shaq laughed.
Kimya cut her eyes at him and reached for the J from one of the other dudes sitting in on the cipher. She inhaled the thick smoke, passed the J and walked into the engineering board. That shit shocked me because Kim looked like a fly girl – like she had no business fucking around with music. Shaq quickly followed her into the room that held the equipment and said, “Time to make magic.”
I was in awe that she was going to run the boards. Dread brought me back from my thoughts.
“So, you couldn’t have enjoyed the show that night I met you because after I got off the stage you were nowhere to be found.” He said smiling and showing me all thirty-two of his pearly whites.
“Something came up.” I stammered. I hear you had a good time anyway.”
“You heard? What you hear about me?” He quizzed looking puzzled at my statement.
“You ended up having some groupie love with my best friend.” I blurted out. Dread instantly turned red. He was obviously embarrassed by the situation.
“Wow! Now that’s different. I guess the odds were against me. That shit just happened. I didn’t go at her, she came at me.” Dread said.
I looked at him with major attitude. No he didn’t just sit there and try to go on about NiQue. I knew she was a roller, but he didn’t have to put it out there like that.
“Look shawty no disrespect; it is what it is. It happened. It might not have happened if you hadn’t rolled out.”
I folded my arms and tried to ignore him. I focused on Nato laying down some mean lyrics. I understood why they called him God’s Gift. He was nasty with his delivery and punch lines. Dread tried to capture my attention by passing me the J.
“Look shawty, you can sit there with your face balled up if you want. Shit happened, I wish it wouldn’t have gone down like that, but I can’t change it. You gonna’ stay mad at me forever?”
He poked out his bottom lip and made a puppy dog face. He stuck out his hand as a gesture of a truce. I took his hand and shook it. We sat listening to some of the different members of The Cap lay down verses. I found talking to him was different from talking to dudes who didn’t know anything but drugs, sex, and money. He was college educated, although he looked like he was a drug dealing thug. Nato had finished his recording and noticed that Dread and I had become quite friendly, and he didn’t seem to mind. When he joined our conversation, Dread explained that we had met previously. I wasn’t sure, but I don’t think Nato gave a damn either way and he went in search of Coronas. Another group entered the studio and it was beginning to get crowded. It was starting to get late and I made my way out of the studio accompanied by Dread who insisted that he walk me out to my car.
“YaYa, I enjoyed chatting it up with you. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“I would like that.” I said writing my cell number on a flyer that I had taken off of my windshield.
He was standing next to my driver’s side window, leaning his 6’3” frame partially inside. I couldn’t help but want him. He was the complete package. He was fine, smart, and best of all…had no street dealings. Although we had spoken on many things, I did not discuss my line of work. Dread leaned in further and I could smell the scent of Big Red on his breath and he kissed my lips so tenderly that my body shook. I gathered what was left of my composure and pulled away from him thinking of NiQue. Even though she was going to use him for all she could and could care less about him, I felt guilty.
“Dread, I don’t think we should go there. You gotta’ understand that NiQue is my folks. She’s like my sister, I guess you could say. I don’t want to betray her trust.” I said sliding my shades down over my eyes so he couldn’t see that my eyes were saying, I want you.
“I hear you shawty.” He said backing away from the car window.
Damn he was fine; from his long red locks, down to his New Balance clad feet. This man was on the money. I knew I had better pull off before I decided to say, fuck NiQue! I waved at him again and headed to Georgetown to get ready to live it up with NiQue at Ibiza. Once I reached my driveway, I saw NiQue’s truck was there. I wondered how long she had been there. I walked into the house with my bags from earlier. “I’m home.” I said entering the foyer. I was greeted by Oscar who was coming from Daddy’s office which was right off the front door entrance.
“Oscar, how long has NiQue been here?” I questioned.
“She has been here for a few hours. She came in with her brother. He had some business with your father. Why?” He countered.
“Oh, I just wanted to know, I said continuing on to the family room where I found NiQue and Neko playing the Wii. They were deep into the game they were playing and hadn’t noticed me enter the room. Neko was high as hell and NiQue was probably just as fucked up.
“Hey ya’ll.” I said letting them know I was there. They both jumped like they had heard the words, this is a stick up.
“Sup sis.” Neko said turning to greet me.
“Imma’ get up with you later on for that rematch.” NiQue winked her eye at Neko. He blushed and turned back to the game. I found that shit to be funny.
“We gonna’ get this party started or what?” NiQue said brushing past me and heading to the stairs towards my room.
“Looks like you already started.” I said
We were both getting ready for our night out and thoughts of Dread kept creeping into my mind. Damn, I hated when a nigga had me feeling all school girlish. NiQue was eyeing me while I stood naked in front of my full-length mirror applying apple-scented lotion to my juicy black skin. NiQue was pulling on the “loud” she had twisted up, and from the look in her eyes, she was rolling hard off of the X. I wasn’t rolling, but I was high as hell, and we were sipping on some Ciroc so we would be nice and fucked up before we got to the club. I pulled on my teal bra and thong set from Fredrick’s of Hollywood and slid into my little black dress that I had purchased earlier from the Solbiato shop. I made sure the holster containing my knife couldn’t be detected.
NiQue was dressed and ready to party. She wore a blue fitted top with some bad ass black Gucci shorts that stopped right at the cuff of her fluffy ass. With some strappy Gucci shoes and bag to match, she was ready to stop traffic in her outfit. I stepped into my shoes and was ready to go out and let my hair down because I swear I needed to have a good time. Too much had happened and it was time for me to release some tension. We hopped in the back of the Escalade that was to be driven by Daddy’s driver. We decided to have someone else drive us because we were far to fried to drive anywhere. We pulled in front of the club and walked right to the front of the line which was entirely too long. We flashed our boy, Brucie from Trinidad, a smile and he ushered us into the club.
It was good to know Brucie was doing well for himself and had landed himself a legal job. Brucie had been caught up on some murder beefs and somehow, anybody who had anything to do with the case turned up missing. After being held for a year and some change, Brucie was free to go. Since his release, he had been on the straight and narrow and wouldn’t even think about illegal activity. It still amazed me that he could still live and work in the same city that had almost caused him to spend the rest of his life in jail or put him six feet deep!
We found ourselves being groped and fondled as we made our way through the hot club. The females all resembled Nicki Minaj with colorful hair and loud apparel. I guess Nicki was the “in” thing. The “Barbie” look was a bit much for my taste though. I swayed my hips to the beat while I walked to the bar to elevate my high. NiQue was right on my heels. We made it to the overcrowded bar and NiQue was trying to get the bartender’s attention. Her cleavage was bursting out of her v-cut shirt and that made the bartender take notice.
He took our drink orders and NiQue gave him her credit card to start a tab. I was feeling real good and decided to go and find a boy toy for the night. NiQue and I made our way to the middle of the dance floor and started to dance. We were really having a good time when a light skinned brother with bad acne tried his hand. He was rubbing his hard, little dick all on my butt. I wasn’t feeling it at all; mentally or physically. NiQue knew the look I was throwing her and quickly pulled me close to her and started grinding on me from the back.
NiQue shot the dude a look that said, she’s with me, and home boy looked like he had just nutted in his pants. After a few more dances and plenty rounds of Ciroc, we were just about ready to leave. NiQue turned her attention to Sheik who was bunned up in a booth with his on again, off again, girlfriend Shawnna. I walked over to their table and greeted them. I kept it short and sweet since I knew there was no hope for me and him after she had flashed me a huge rock on her left hand. I told him I would get up with him on that business he was discussing with NiQue earlier, and then I made my exit.
The DJ was playing “No Hands” and I wanted Sheik to know exactly what he was going to be missing. I didn’t give a fuck what Shawnna thought about it either. My dress had risen right to the cuff of my chocolate ass cheeks and I started making my ass clap to the beat. Shawnna just stared at me with looks that could kill. Sheik on the other hand couldn’t stop watching me make my ass bounce to the beat of the music. NiQue knew exactly what I was doing and even though she was friends with Shawnna, I was her dog. She understood what I was doing. She told Shawnna she had to get my drunk ass home and we left. I could hear Shawnna screaming at Sheik for watching my porn show antics with so much lust. I felt satisfied that my work was done and we hopped in the Escalade just as the DJ said, “Last call for alcohol.”
Once we got to my house, NiQue was still rolling off of the four pills she had taken through the course of the night. I was so gone off the drink and green that I was keyed up. I stood to remove my dress exposing my partially naked body to NiQue who was watching me lustfully. She stood and walked up behind me and ran her hands down the sides of my Coke bottle hips. I shuddered from her touch. Normally, I wouldn’t even entertain the thought of NiQue touching me, but with all the shit going on, and my stress and frustration rising, allowed me to enjoy her touch. She turned me around to face her and she pulled me close to kiss her. I accepted her warm tongue and rubbed her huge ass; pulling her closer to me so that we were skin to skin. NiQue wiggled out of her shorts and pushed me backwards to the bed. She lay on top of me, kissing and sucking on my breasts.
“Sssssssss…YaYa, imma’ make that pussy cum!” She said in between sucking on my nipples. Just the thought of her tasting my pussy made my pussy thump. No one had touched me in weeks, and I was due to cum and not by my own hands. I needed some maintenance and I didn’t mind that it was coming from NiQue. She licked all over my stomach and moved down further still. Her head went down further, and she licked on my healthy thigh and parted my shivering legs. I was so wet with anticipation of feeling her suck on my clit. As if she knew what I was thinking, NiQue buried her face in my neatly waxed pussy. I was moaning and tossing and turning in no time. I was cumming over and over and NiQue showed no signs of stopping. She licked on my swollen clit like I was her lollipop. I thrust my hips upwards to her warm waiting mouth. I could feel my orgasm building as she continued to keep up with my rhythm. I was about to go over the edge when she slid her finger into my ass. It sent chills up my spine. I could hear the sounds of my wet pussy as she continued to finger fuck my ass and lick on my clit in a circular motion.
“Awwww…shit NiQue! You are gonna’ make me cum!” I shouted while grinding my pussy all over her face. NiQue grabbed me by my soft ass and dug her nails into my cheeks raising my hips off of the bed.
“Fuck my mouth YaYa.” She said between me humping and grinding on her face.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the back of her head and wound my wet pussy in her eager mouth and came. NiQue moved from between my legs with her face glistening like a glazed doughnut. She worked her way back up my body kissing me; allowing me to taste my own juices. NiQue had settled her middle over my leg and I could feel her wetness and it turned me on. She began to move up and down and back and forth on my thick thighs. I could feel how wet she was and wanted to help make her cum. She dismounted my legs and ordered me to turn over. I did as she said and she settled on top of my ass and began to ride until she yelped with pleasure. She grinded on me while she slid her slick fingers in and out of my moist pussy. I was rolling my hips around to meet her thrusts when she started to shake as she came all over my rotund booty.
NiQue climbed off of me panting, then rolled over on her side right behind me. I knew what we had done had crossed the line, but I didn’t give a fuck because it felt great. I laid there feeling NiQue working her fingers in and out of my pussy until I came again and drifted off to sleep.