Bottom Bitch Rises Page 4

  I walked to the kitchen and poured her a glass of lemonade. That’s all her ass was getting from me and even with that, I was being generous. I poured a glass of milk for me and sat on the chair.

  “So what’s good, after all these years what the fuck you got to say?”

  “Sierra, I know I messed up and I am so, so sorry. I was on crack real bad, prostituting myself to keep a roof over our head. I was in bad shape; I would not be of any use to you.”

  “You know what, that’s your fucking business. I was your child, I needed you. You left me for dead, mother dearest. At fifteen you walked out and left your only seed and now you’re here telling me, you’re sorry? Are you fucking serious?” I blurted out.

  She walked over to me and looked in my eyes.

  “I know it. I was a bad mother. I was selling pussy in the room next to you. I know you done heard some of the noises. I didn’t deserve you and you deserved better. I thought when I left it would be better for you.”

  “Better? I had to fuck dope boys to get food, pads, and clothes on my back. I was a hoe just to survive, you hear me? I didn’t chose that life, you handed it to me. I think ‘bout that shit all the fucking time.”

  “That’s true but look at you? You turned out well, and you have a career, a house, a baby on the way and a man that loves you. I never had that. After my mama died, I was young and pregnant with you, and I had to boost clothes just to buy milk and diapers. Life got too hard on me and I turned to crack. I tried to quit, but I couldn’t and before I knew it I was strung out.”

  I wasn’t buying her stories, all I could remember was the day that she walked out and how broken I was, then again, I knew that I was sick of all the tricks that she brought home. I was ready for this conversation to be over, because I was feeling sick all over again.

  “Listen, I don’t know what you want from me, but I have nothing to give. I’m grown now and don’t need and I repeat, do not need a mother. I’m happy that you got clean and you’re doing better. But other than that, take your problems to God, ask him for forgiveness, ‘cause truthfully, I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done to me. I just can’t,” I said while shaking my head.

  She grabbed my hand and got on her knees, this shit was getting really weird. I needed to get this woman out of my house fast.

  “Sierra, please I’m begging you. I need you, please give me another chance. When I heard that you got shot, I burst out crying. I was scared that I would not have a chance to ask for your forgiveness. Now we have a chance to make it right. Please don’t take this chance away from me,” She pleaded with tears and snot running down on her face.

  All this shit sounded good, but I couldn’t, I wouldn’t allow her back in my life. I just couldn’t go there with her and I was tired of hearing all the shit. I pushed her hand off of me and stood up.

  “Listen, I cannot get over what you did to me and I am tired of hearing all this crying. You chose to suck on a glass dick; you chose to sell your pussy, so accept that this is the outcome. I will not give you a free pass to walk back in my life. I want you to leave now! Please don’t come back.” I pointed towards the door.

  She turned toward me with a look of disbelief plastered on her face. I didn’t pay it any mind. Instead I walked over to the door and opened it. She walked to the door with her head, hanging low. When she was completely out the door I closed it behind her.

  I needed a drink, even though I wasn’t supposed to be drinking, I walked over to the kitchen cabinet and poured me a tall glass of Bailey’s. I took a few huge gulps so I could numb some of the mental pain that I was feeling.

  I continued cooking dinner, while the chicken was frying on top of the stove. I walked into the living room and cut the television on, it was 5 p. m. and I wanted to catch the news on CBS. The news anchor was reporting a shooting at a motel on the Southside. That motel looked familiar so I cut the volume up so I could hear what took place.

  “I am here reporting from the La Quinta Inn at 3343 Midlothian Turnpike, where officials are reporting a double murder. A young lady and a man were found dead in room 23b. The police are asking for the citizens’ help; if you’ve heard anything please call the RPD.” The reporter said.

  I shook my head. I was so tired of all the killing in this city. It even bothered me more now, that I was pregnant. I really need to leave, but those were only thoughts. I was born and raised here, and I couldn’t imagine living elsewhere, plus I had some business to handle.

  I finished cooking dinner. I made fried potatoes with onions, peppers, fried chicken and sweet corn. I even made a big glass of lemonade; this was our first official dinner since I’ve been home.

  It was around nine when I heard Alijah opening the door. I spoke to him earlier and I got a vibe that something was going on with him, but as usual, he didn’t really include me in his affairs. I got up and strolled downstairs. I was happy to see my man. After that episode with my egg carrier; I needed a strong shoulder to lean on.

  “Hey Babe?” I greeted him

  “Hey Ma, how you feeling?” He asked, and then planted a big wet one on my forehead.

  “I’m good; your food is on the table. Let me warm it up for you.”

  “Damn! That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, my baby handlin’ her business.”

  “Boy, whatever, don’t I always?” I asked jokingly.

  “Nah, it ain’t that, I just know you been sick so I didn’t expect this.”

  “I feel you, but I’m good though. I haven’t been feeling no pain lately and I was vomiting earlier, but I ate some crackers and drank some ginger ale.”

  “Yea, my little man is growin’. I can’t wait for him to get here.”

  “Little man? How you so sure, it might be a lil’ me.”

  “Yea whatever Sierra, you better pop out a boy. If not I’m sending the baby back in there.”

  “Boy, you trippin’. I can’t wait to push. They ain’t even got to tell me to push. I’m goin’ open my legs wide and make one big ass push. Trust me I got this.”

  “Yea, just don’t rip my pussy, ‘cause I ‘ont want no big pussy gal, you heard!”

  We both busted out laughing. That shit sound funny as hell, especially because he spoke in his native tongue. I sat there as he ate and drank him a Guinness beer.

  “So Ma, you still don’t remember anything about the shooting?”

  “Baby, no. I’m really trying, you know, but it’s like that part of my memory just disappeared.”

  “Ok cool no problem. I am just anxious to know who tha fuck violated you like this.”

  “I understand Babe, and trust me I want to know too,” I said in a somber tone.

  He finished eating and we headed upstairs. He got in the shower, and I got back in bed. I was going to make love to my man tonight, it’s been a while since I felt his dick and I was well in need of some good fucking. He got out the shower, smelling all good. He lay on his back looking at me as if I was a piece of meat so I winked at him and pulled the towel loose. I could smell the fresh scent of the Irish Spring body wash. I laid there for a minute so I could savor the moment. I stared at his soft dark manhood; brought my face closer until my lips were touching the tip. I was ready to make sweet love to it. I licked the tip of a few times and then licked along the side while working my tongue up and down, it did not take long for it to get hard as a rock. A lot of bitches claimed that they didn’t like to suck dick, but I beg to differ. This was my man and if you left it up to me, I would suck the black off of it. I continued to please him and I got the feeling that he loved it from his moans and groans. I wasn’t ready to ease up just yet, my intention was to suck him dry, or so I thought because he grabbed my head and pulled it closer to his dick. Regular, round the way chicks complained about how their mouth got tired. I was a pro as sad as it might sound. I’d been sucking dick since I was fifteen years old. I used to use it as a control over weak ass niggas, but with Alijah, I really enjoyed myself. I felt the veins rising, so I knew he was
getting ready to bust. I started to suck harder and faster, deep throating all nine and a half inches of that Jamaican wood. As he finally exploded in my mouth, I relaxed and let every drop of his milkshake slide down my throat and when I was finished I used my tongue to gently clean up every drop that was left, I then got on top of him. I knew I had to get his dick hard once again so I placed one of my breasts in his mouth. I started to rub his soft dick on my clit, and it rose up instantly. I then slid it into my slippery tight sweet jar. I’ve always loved the feel of his dick as it enters my domain. I slid all the way down on his pole so I could feel the full effect. I bounced on his dick as if I were a professional jockey. The vibe that I was getting was one that I wanted to savor. He laid there and let me have total control of the situation that was until my legs started to tremble. He pulled me closer to him and I had multiple orgasms. They came on so strong that I felt like the veins in my head was about to bust open and my body was going into convulsion. I blamed it on the lack of sex. I grabbed on tight to him and released the pressure that I was holding inside, my love juice spilled onto his dick, which must’ve turned him on because he proceeded to pound on my walls. I started to scream as loud as I could, it was definitely screams of pain and pleasure mixed together. I dug my fingernails into his back as he applied more pressure. After what seems like forever of extreme fuck session, he finally busted. I have to admit the dick was fire and my pussy was definitely burning up.

  I stood up and ran to the bathroom as his cum leaked down my legs. I jumped into the shower with the biggest smile on my face, thinking, I love me some him. He end up joining me in the shower and we finished off our sex-ercise session.

  Alijah Jackson

  After hanging out with the guys and handling some business, I decided to roll out. It was getting late and I hated to leave Sierra in the house at night. Even though she had her burner, I still felt the need to be there to protect her, after all that has happened.

  My mind was speeding; I was all over the place. First things first, I needed an accountant. I was so used to Markus handling e’erything, now that he’s not here; I just have money all over the place. I needed to make a deposit into my accounts, but I was procrastinating because of all the things that had been going on. Shit, I still couldn’t come to grips with the fact that Holmes was so fucking stupid as to fuck my bitch and take my dough and to make it worse; he never thought that I would figure it out. Oh well, that pussy hole got exactly what he had coming to him. I heard the other day that his family came out here looking for him, his big mouth sister even called my phone. I told her ass, that dude left without even notifying me. That was my story and I was sticking to it. I had a talk with Saleem and he guaranteed me that they’d never find his ass, and I was happy because after reading all the evidence that Shayna gave to them pigs, I wasn’t sure that they weren’t looking for him and looking at me for his disappearance.

  The drive home was a long and depressing one. Nothing seemed right to me. I could’ve lost my life earlier over some pussy. I wasn’t sure if anyone saw me leaving or not. I searched my memory to make sure I didn’t see anyone on my way out. That’s when it hit me that on my way up, there was a woman and a boy in the hallway. I remembered because the boy looked directly in my eyes. I slammed my hand onto the steering wheel.

  “Fuck, fuck!”

  How did I forget that situation? My blood was boiling. I learned in this game, never to leave any witnesses and boy I fucked up. I prayed to Jah that they didn’t connect the dots. I lit me up a long spliff. I needed my mind right before I entered the house, because Jah knew that I couldn’t get Sierra in this mess. How do I even explain to her that I went to cheat on her with the same bitch she fought and I was set up and ended up killing ‘em? That shit didn’t even sound right in my mind, so I knew damn well it’s not going to sit well with her.

  I did my ritual of circling the block before I entered the house. For now, I left all my troubles and the street at the door. I needed to spend some down time with my lady. I knew she’d been through so much in such little time since she met me, sometimes I wonder why she’s still around. I mean I’m a dog. I accepted that and yes I loved all different kind of pussy. But at the end of the day, I wanted that one special person and I found her, and now she’s having my seed. The next step was to marry her ass, but first I needed a fucking divorce or hell nah, I’d be a widower as soon as I find that ole snitching ass bitch.

  This was definitely our first time kicking it since she’d been home, she made dinner and we talked. I wanted us to get back to the point where we hang out and act a fool, but I knew I had to be patient. She was still upset that I went and dug up her moms, but I really thought and I still believe that they need to have a relationship.

  The night turned out well. I ate, showered and got some of the best head a man could ever get. Then shawdy rode me like I was a horse, but I loved every moment of it. I wished that I could just faithful because she was every man’s dream woman. Sexy, independent and could ride a good dick. Shit I’d be a fool if I didn’t make it official.

  Chapter Six

  Shayna Jackson

  Time flew by and I was sick and tired of laying low. This wasn’t how I wanted to live my life. I had pictured that by now, I would’ve been on a beach in South America sipping on a glass of expensive red wine relaxing with a young stallion half my age.

  Why is it that Alijah was released from custody and still walking these streets? That’s what I was trying to figure out. I’ve been a defense attorney for years and I’d never seen or heard no shit like that before. It was pure bullshit especially with all the evidence that I gave them. I knew his money was long and I wouldn’t be surprised if he had the DA in his pockets. I prayed that I was wrong as hell because if that’s the case that would only mean one thing and that was he knew I set him up. I knew I was thinking all kind of shit, but I also knew that my intuition a lot of times was correct. I needed to make moves fast and get the hell away from Virginia. Shit depending on what he knew I might need to leave the country.

  I called Commissioner Sanders. I had some serious business to discuss with him. He was my only way out of this fucked up situation. I sure missed Markus, because when he was around, I always knew what was taking place. I still wondered what happen to him. Hopefully his ass was alive, but I doubt it. Oh well now was not the time to be worried about the next nigga. I had my own worries and by the look of things, I was on my own.

  ***

  The weekend went by fast and Monday was already upon us. I woke up bright and early and showered and got dressed in a black Vera Wang pant suit. I had serious business to handle and I had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

  I was out the door by 9 a. m. and off to the office on West Broad Street. I walked in and gave his secretary my name. In no time she motioned for me to go in his office. There he was sitting behind his wooden desk in a bright yellow suit that resembled a block of welfare cheese.

  “Hello Shayna, I hope it’s ok to call you by your first name,” he chuckled.

  I sat in the chair across from him. He was not even a gentleman. When you see a woman enter your office, you’re supposed to stand up and greet her. Not his no manners having ass.

  “Hello Commissioner you can call me whatever the hell you want,” I said bluntly.

  “What brought you to my neck of the woods? I tried to ring you a few times and my calls went to voicemail. I thought you kicked me to the curve and here you call out of the blue. I tell you, you’re one strange lady,” He said.

  “I’m here on business. Just because I suck and fuck you, that don’t mean I want you to blow my fucking phone up,” I spat at him.

  “Wow! Wow! Hold on lady, you behaving like I’m just a piece of meat or something.”

  “Listen Sanders, this is what I need. I need you to turn over Alijah’s file to the feds so they can charge him.”

  “You know, I can’t do that. The District Attorney Office closed the case because of insuffici
ent evidence. I did my part. I gave them everything that you gave me. I really thought that we had a strong case, but I guess not.”

  “Bullshit, I handed you this nigga on a silver platter. I gave you a fucking tape with this man’s voice. I gave you all the names of the key players. Damn, what the fuck else did y’all want from me? Fucking blood!”

  “Calm down Ms. Jackson. I fully understand how you feel, but there is nothing further that I can do. You’ll just have to sit and wait until he messes up, and then we’ll get him. I promise you he’s on our radar now.”

  “You bastard! Fuck you. You cannot understand how I feel. I risked my life to give this bastard up and y’all let him slip through the cracks. I have no life because of this, I stay cooped up in a friggin’ hotel room. Don’t you fucking tell me you know how I feel!”

  “I told you, he has no idea that you gave us that information. Your name is protected. I can assure you that you’re not involved.”

  “Assure me? Do you know how well connected he is? Shit he might have this entire department on his payroll. I don’t know who to fucking trust.”

  I stood up and walked toward his window. It was a great view that overlooked Broad Street. I then turned around and walked back toward the desk and looked him dead in the eyes.

  “I need you to take this case to the feds, get them on it now!”

  “I already told you…there is no case, it is closed. Period.”

  “No it’s not, not as long as you want to keep your fucking job. You know election time is coming up.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Exactly what I said.”

  “Pardon my French, but get the fuck out of my office.”

  “Listen, you fucking bastard! You do as I say or I will be pressing rape charges against you as soon as I head downstairs.”

  “Rape! What in God’s name are you talking about?”

  “Hmm. I hope you didn’t forget already when you came and paid me a visit in my hotel room and raped me.” I said sternly while I locked eyes with him.