“That’s what you think.”

  “That’s what I know. He doesn’t go that route.”

  “Shit, he went there with you.”

  “That’s different.”

  “How is it different?”

  “’Cause, I’m a woman, duh.”

  Stefan laughed. “Let me tell you something, if a man will fuck a girl in her ass, he’ll fuck a boy in his ass, and that’s real.”

  Simone huffed. “Whatever.”

  “You can say what you want. It might take a little more persuasion to get him there, but he’ll go,” Stefan said. “Don’t ever underestimate what a man will do to get his dick down; especially if he thinks no one’s looking.”

  Simone looked at Stefan and rolled her eyes. “You always got to find some way to rain on my parade.”

  “It ain’t about raining on your parade,” Stefan said. “I’m telling you some real shit.”

  Simone shook her head. “Naw, you’re only saying that ’cause you wish it could go down like that.”

  Stefan burst out into laughter. “I don’t have to wish. Give me an hour alone with him and I’ll prove it.”

  “Naw, why don’t you give me thirty minutes alone with Eugene and watch how fly he gets on your ass after I throw this pussy on him,” Simone said.

  “Not happening,” Stefan said. “Eugene is strictly about the dick.”

  “Yeah, that’s what you think,” Simone said, rolling her eyes. “That’s probably what he’s been doing those six days out the week you ain’t with him, getting some pussy.”

  “Shit, he might be.”

  “Ain’t no might in it,” Simone said. “He’s fucking something.”

  “You know what, he might be. The difference between your naïve little ass and me is that I can accept the truth, move on with my life, and become wiser because of it,” Stefan said. “Unlike you, who lives in a fantasy world and believes nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen; then, when it does, you walk around like the sky is falling and all the forces in the universe are against you.”

  Simone sucked her teeth. “Oh, wow, I wish that I was as wise as you.”

  Simone’s heart raced as they pulled into Chris’s driveway. His house sat in the back of a wooded area about an acre away from his four neighbors.

  Simone got out of the car and followed Stefan to the door. She was careful not to step in the animal feces spread across the walkway. She surveyed the yard, noticing that several cats hid under the two junk cars in the yard. “I’m gonna need him to get rid of some of these damn animals.”

  Stefan placed his index finger in front of his lips. “Shh, what’s all the hostility for? I thought we talked about this.”

  “The man is a fucking weirdo and you can’t deny it. Don’t stand here and tell me you don’t feel uncomfortable being around this muthafucka.”

  “I don’t,” Stefan said. “Even if I did, I came here to get some paper and then I’m out; I’m not spending the night with his ass.”

  “Well, I don’t want to spend five minutes with him. Then he invited a friend, too. Who knows what that muthafucka—”

  Chris opened the door and then turned around and headed toward his bedroom, not giving Simone or Stefan a second look. Simone and Stefan gave each other a puzzled glance, and then followed Chris.

  The bedroom floor was covered with balled-up clothes, empty cigarette cartons, and paper plates with who knew what encrusted on them. Simone and Stefan kicked their way through the clutter and took seats in the two chairs sitting across from the bed.

  Chris’s friend, Marvin, lay in the center of the two disheveled king-sized beds that Chris had pulled together to increase the size of his playground, under a red satin sheet.

  “Damn. He don’t do nothing but eat, sleep, and fuck up in here,” Simone mumbled.

  Stefan looked at Simone with disapproval in his eyes. “Shh.”

  “Ladies, this is Marvin. Marvin, these are the two freaks that I was telling you about,” Chris said.

  Simone sneered. “Freaks.”

  Stefan snapped his fingers. “That’s right; we aim to please.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Chris said.

  Marvin shook Stefan’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Same here,” Stefan said.

  Simone turned up her nose, disgusted by the thought of having to fondle or be fondled by Chris or Marvin.

  “Well, being that you both did such a good job the other night; I mean, Simone here literally blew my brains out,” Chris said. “I thought we could put on a little show for the two of you and then you both can join in.”

  “Sounds fun,” Stefan said.

  Simone nodded her head in agreement.

  Chris walked over to the vanity on the left side of the room and fumbled with the towels and clutter that lay on it. “Let’s get started,” Chris said as he made his way back over to the bed.

  Marvin rose up on his knees and unfastened Chris’s pants. Chris kissed Marvin, sliding his tongue in his mouth.

  “Want me to turn off the lights?” Stefan asked.

  “No thanks; I like the lights on. That way when I look back on it, I’ll have a clear picture,” Chris answered.

  Marvin freed Chris’s dick from his pants and slid his tongue around the tip before sliding it completely inside his mouth. Chris slapped Marvin’s backside as he came close to reaching his climax.

  “Stop,” Chris said, freeing his dick from between Marvin’s lips. “I don’t want to cum yet; I’m saving that for our guests. Now turn around.”

  Marvin turned around and Chris bent over, balancing himself by placing his hands on the edge of the bed. Chris shoved his head between Marvin’s hips and lapped him like he was a dog in heat.

  Stefan sat on the edge of his chair, grinning from ear to ear with delight. Simone slouched down in her chair and kept her eyes on the floor, shaking her head, totally disgusted.

  “Come on,” Stefan said, nudging Simone. “Perk up and get with it. How often do you get to see a live flick? I don’t know about you; I’ve been in a few but I’ve never seen one.”

  Of course he’s enjoying this freak show. It’s what he’s into, Simone thought.

  The sight of two men rompering with each other in that manner made Simone sick to her stomach. She sat there counting the number of empty cigarette cartons on the floor, occasionally peeking up to see if they had put an end to their show.

  “You ready for the dick?” Chris asked.

  “Ooooh, give it here, Daddy,” Marvin whimpered.

  “You two ready to join us?” Chris asked, opening up the drawer to the nightstand and handing Simone his vibrator.

  Simone and Stefan joined Chris and Marvin on the bed and waited for Chris to dictate their actions.

  “This is how we’re going to do this,” Chris announced. “Stefan, you take Marvin’s back, I’ll take the front, and Mona, you handle my rear.”

  They got into their positions. Marvin knelt down on the edge of the bed; Stefan placed his hands on Marvin’s waist and began to plunge him. Chris lay across the bed on his stomach, performing oral sex on Marvin. Simone straddled Chris, inserted the vibrator in his anus, and stroked it lightly.

  “Harder,” Chris muttered, with Marvin’s organ still in his mouth.

  Simone began to stroke Chris harder but he continued to demand her to use more force.

  “You’ve got to do it harder,” Chris said, removing his hand from Marvin’s dick and grabbing the vibrator, forcing it harshly into his anus. “You’ve got to do it like this.”

  Chris focused his attention back on Marvin and Simone forced the vibrator into Chris’s anus like he’d requested, nauseated by the impact.

  “Oooh, I’m about to cum,” Marvin squealed.

  “Give it all here,” Chris said and then held his tongue under Marvin’s dick, stroking it rapidly.

  Marvin closed his eyes and grunted as he covered Chris’s tongue with cum. Marvin then leaned back on Stefan, panting heavily. Chris rose up on his knees, wrapped his arms around Marvin’s neck, and kissed him.

  “Woo!” Chris exclaimed, falling down on the bed and pulling Marvin on top of him. “Okay, now it’s y’all turn.”

  Simone looked at Stefan and frowned. She wasn’t eager to engage in any activity with Chris or Marvin that didn’t involve one of them shutting the door behind her as she made her way out of the front door. She decided to let Stefan initiate the action and follow his lead. Stefan leaned over to kiss Chris on his lips.

  “Uh uh,” Chris said, tilting his index finger from side to side. Chris got up from the bed with his dick standing erect from his frail, pink body. “My friend and I put on a show for you; now it’s y’all turn.”

  Stefan looked dumbfounded. “Our turn?”

  “Yes,” Marvin said. “It’s time for you two to entertain us.”

  “Oh hell naw,” Simone snapped.

  “We’re family; we don’t perform on each other,” Stefan explained.

  “I know, you told me that last week,” Chris said. “But tonight you said you aim to please and one of my fondest fantasies is watching two sisters go at it up close and personal, but a drag and his cousin will do.”

  “You sick sonofabitch. I don’t know what type of shit you’re into but that shit ain’t hopping off,” Simone snapped with spit flying from her mouth.

  “Hell naw; we’re not doing that,” Stefan said.

  “Come on; let’s roll,” Simone said, nodding her head toward the door.

  “Don’t worry; we’re leaving,” Stefan said. “But first, where’s our money?”

  Chris chuckled. “Money, what money? As far as I’m concerned, you ain’t do nothing worth a damn, so I ain’t giving you shit. As a matter of fact, I still haven’t gotten my money’s worth out of you two from last time.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about your concerns,” Stefan said, pounding his fist in his hand. “I ain’t leaving ’til I get my money.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong,” Chris said, reaching underneath the bed and pulling out a shotgun. Chris walked toward Stefan and placed the shotgun against his forehead. “You’re leaving here, one way or another. Pick one; either way, you ain’t getting no money.”

  Simone’s heart raced and she became dizzy. Her fear numbed her body.

  The room became silent. Chris stood there with a smirk on his face, confidently holding the gun to Stefan’s head and Marvin stood at Simone’s side like he was preparing to attack.

  “So what’s it going to be?” Chris asked.

  Stefan smirked. “You can give me my money and live or I can step over your cold dead body and take whatever I want.”

  Chris put his hand on the trigger. “You’re one arrogant bastard, that’s for sure, but arrogance never saved anyone’s life.”

  Stefan quickly grabbed the barrel of the shotgun and snatched it from Chris’s hand. Stefan smacked Chris across the face with the butt of the shotgun.

  Marvin rushed toward Stefan and Simone pounced on his unyielding body. Marvin backhanded Simone and shoved her on the floor. Simone grabbed a handful of Marvin’s hair, bringing him down to the floor with her. Marvin clutched Simone’s face with his hand and banged her head against the floor. Simone dug her nails into Marvin’s face until the blows to her head started to disorient her. Simone could hear Chris screaming, begging for his life, as Stefan continued to wallop him with the shotgun. Simone reached for the ice pick hidden away in her bra. She could feel her consciousness slipping away. If she didn’t do something soon, she’d be out cold and the chances of her regaining consciousness were slim. Simone bit down on the palm of Marvin’s hand, piercing his skin.

  “Bitch,” Marvin spat, holding Simone’s head stable with one hand as he tried to pry the other hand from between her teeth.

  Simone pulled her ice pick from beneath her bra and shoved it into Marvin’s side. Marvin immediately removed his hand from Simone’s head and grabbed his side. Simone raised her hand back up and shoved the ice pick into Marvin’s throat. Marvin made a gurgling sound and collapsed on top of Simone. Blood trickled down Marvin’s neck onto Simone’s chest and she began to panic.

  “Stefan!” Simone screamed.

  Stefan didn’t answer.

  “And to think, for a minute, I actually thought I would be leaving empty-handed.” Stefan gloated before firing the gun.

  Fragments of Chris’s head flew across the room.

  “Stefan!” Simone screamed louder. “Get this dead man off of me!”

  Stefan searched Chris’s pants pockets and pulled a knot of cash out of each one. “Damn, I hit the lottery.”

  Simone screamed louder, kicking and struggling to get from underneath Marvin’s body.

  Stefan kicked Marvin off of Simone and pulled her to her feet. Simone became weak, her knees buckled, and she fell back down to the floor.

  Stefan grabbed Simone by her waist, holding her up. “Don’t do this, Simone. Don’t be a pussy. Get on your feet so we can get the fuck out of here.”

  14

  Paris knocked at his parents’ door. He took a deep breath and straightened up his dress. He debated with himself about turning around and going home.

  His mother seemed to be on a mission to get their family back together but it wasn’t going to happen. It was a lost cause. His father not only hated his lifestyle, he hated him also. Paris didn’t think it was a progressive thing. Paris believed his father had hated him the moment he was born. And frankly, Paris didn’t care for him either.

  His mother was fickle. She didn’t know whether she wanted to side with him, his father, or some article she’d read about raising gay children. But Paris loved her. He believed if it weren’t for his father and his ignorant, judgmental, low-life ways, he and his mother could have a better relationship. But he wasn’t bitter about it. It was the hand that life had dealt him and he played it well. He went with the flow of things and didn’t stress shit. To him, life was a sick tale of loss, struggle, and disappointment. Its sole purpose was to break you so that you could realize how helpless you truly are. When he was born, the doctor might as well had slapped him on the ass and said “lights, camera, action” because the camera had been on him ever since and he performed as well as Josephine Baker had in her banana skirt. He made sure he did whatever he could to make life more interesting.

  Paris’s mother, Berniece, answered the door and gave Paris a hug. “Oh, it’s so nice to see you, Paul, or should I say Paris? I know that’s what you like to be called.”

  Paris smiled. “Hey, Mom; what you been up to?”

  “Not much; taking care of your father. He can’t get around like he used to.”

  Paris figured what the hell was the harm in telling one little white lie to please his mother. He had done worse things. “Oh... I’m sorry to hear that.”

  Paris walked over to the dining room table where his father, Glen, was seated. He looked down at his father’s hands as he took his seat. His fingers were curled over and his hands were pink and swollen; they resembled pig hooves. Paris thought his body was starting to match his heart; crippled.

  Berniece prepared his plate while his father looked him over with his nose turned up like he had raw chitterlings on his plates.

  Paris decided to break the ice. “So, Dad, how are you?”

  “That’s Glen to you.”

  Paris smirked. Old, contrary bastard, he thought. “Well, how are things going, Glen?”

  “Why would you waste your time asking me that?” his father said. “You know my life has been fucked up since the day you were born.”

  Paris’s heart dropped. Why didn’t the man like him? During his twenty-two years of life, the man never had one nice word to say to him. He wanted to tell his father how he was a miserable bastard and tell his mother how pathetic she was for not being able to stand up to him, and then he wanted to push the table over and leave. But he wouldn’t dare let his father know that his insults bothered him.

  “It brings joy to my heart to know I have that kind of effect on you,” Paris said.

  “Stop it,” Berniece said. “I’m sure you’re both happy to see each other.”

  Paris sucked his teeth. “Don’t start me to lying.”

  Berniece slapped him on his shoulder. “Oh... stop it now.”

  “What he needs to stop doing is walking around here wearing dresses, high-heels, weave, and a purse,” Glen said.

  Berniece took a look at Paris’s alligator purse. “I love that purse; it had to be expensive. How much does a purse like that cost?”

  “Money’s not a problem when you’re turning tricks for it,” Glen said. “Besides, that bag is probably where he keeps all his voodoo shit.”

  “Naw, it’s a big bag of dicks,” Paris said.

  “I’ll bet; it’s just like you,” Glen said. “You can’t stop playing with dicks long enough to see your mother.”

  “Actually, I brought them for her,” Paris said. “I know she gets tired of having to pry yo’ dick from underneath yo’ big potbelly every time she wants to get laid.”

  “Come on, y’all; let’s have a nice peaceful dinner,” Berniece suggested.

  “We could if this punk understood his place,” Glen replied.

  “I know my place,” Paris said. “It’s behind you with my foot up yo’ ass. But I hate to get shit on my four-hundred-dollar shoes.”

  Berniece jumped in the argument again, trying to change the subject. “I noticed your shoes match your purse. You have to let me borrow them sometime, Paul. I mean, Paris. That’s what you like to be called, right?”

  “As long as he’s in my house, he’ll be called Paul,” Glen said.

  “My name is Paris.”

  Glen pounded his hand on the table. “Paul, Paul, Paul; that’s what your mother named you and that’s the name you’ll go by in this house.”

  Berniece tried to change the subject again. “How is your friend, Charlie?”

  Paris looked at his father and grinned. “You mean Crystal? I wouldn’t know. I’ve only seen him once since he got out of jail.”

 

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23