I woke up the next morning, butt ass naked in the bed beside Kaneisha. She was sleeping peacefully, sprawled out across my chest. My watch read 10:30 a. m. We’d ended up here at the Carolina Duke hotel on Guess Road. Nothing fancy. I checked my phone and I didn’t have any messages nor texts from Monique. For some reason this made me feel worse than if I would have. I knew I was dogging her. But in the real world that’s what niggas do. Fuck up. I’ve already emphasized that if you wanna read a bunch of fake shit, then go pick up one of those other urban novels. There’s plenty to choose from. This is “The Untold Truth”. From start to finish. I’m hoping my true motherfuckers know, this be the realest shit I ever wrote. Anyway, the sad part about last night is that I didn’t enjoy the pussy as much as I’d anticipated. Kaneisha is a bad bitch. Nobody with two good eyes in their head can deny that. Her own hair, pretty face, baby soft skin, swollen titties, Tahiry phat ass and all. But with all that going for her, she fucked up and lost major points, when I found out she didn’t have her fuckin feet done! Yeah, I’m a feet man. I don’t give a damn if you Stacy Dash or Beyonce, if the toes ain’t done, I’m not gonna be feeling you like that. But in the same sentence, you could be ugly as fuck with some beautiful feet, and you might can get it! So, after getting her to the room, and all the grabbing and feeling and tugging was over, I peeped her undone toes, and it took a lot of the spice outta the fantasies I had about her. The pussy was nice and wet, and she had some smoking head, but the whole shit was still just average. Yep. Cause her toes weren’t on point. They weren’t crude or no shit like that, they just weren’t pedicured. And I demand pretty feet for my time. If a bitch don’t know, she’ll soon find out. Quietly I slid from under her, went into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. No soap. Just plain hot water and a rag. The last thing a nigga wants to do, is come home smelling like Irish Spring after being out all night. That’s a rookie move. You’re supposed to learn that kinda shit early in the game. After stepping outta the shower, I dried off and got dressed before coming back out of the bathroom. Kaneisha was half awake.
“What’s wrong baby?” She asked sleepily.
“Ain’t nothing. Everything good.” I responded reaching into my pocket.
“Where you going? You not gonna fuck me again this morning?” Kaneisha yawned and stretched.
“I need to, but I gotta bounce and go take care of some business. You can go ahead and sleep though. You still got two hours before checkout.” I answered as I peeled off two twenties and a ten. Here’s some money for you to get home with and get something to eat.” I thought for a second before sliding off another twenty. “And take this and get your nails and feet done.”
“O.K. baby.” Kaneisha reached over and thumbed through the money before laying her head back down on the pillow.
“You leave me some tree baby?”
“Yeah, it’s on the T.V.”
“Thank you baby.”
“Yeah. Don’t forget to get your feet done. Call me when you finish.”
“I won’t forget daddy, and I will.” With that said, I bounced out the door and headed home.