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I grabbed her hand and kissed, then teasingly grabbed her ass, “I’m sure I will.” But not today, I was about to get into Ms. Ballet Mistress. Real talk. I walked back into class back at the front and put my ear buds back in. I can hear some of the reader’s voices saying “She let you finger her, now why aren’t you paying more attention to her?” I was paying attention to her but I wasn’t feeling the music. The only sound I was trying to hear up in my ear was her moaning while R. Kelly and 112 played in the background. I leaned back and clasped my hands behind my head and continued to focus on her and Natasha. She waved and smiled at me and I returned a smile as well. If most of the single mothers in there weren’t wet and eager to try to get at me, they were now. Too bad for them, I’d be honest up front and tell them I’m not down for it and I’ll just hit and run.
Not just them, any lady. I wasn’t ready for a relationship, it just wasn’t in me. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I checked it and it was a text from Quisha saying she had ditched Ricky’s bitch ass at the spot they were at. I think that was the smartest shit she did in the last year. That wasn’t her baby’s father and I ain’t the nigga to judge but shit as annoying, manipulative and full of shit my baby sister is she shouldn’t have hooked up with that weak of a nigga. She could hold her own in a fight, I taught her to. But that’s a whole other story. I grinned at the phone and put it back in my pocket. It was a long ass hour sitting there but it was worth it when Anastasia finally dismissed class. I could finally drop Natasha off and get back into my environment for a minute. I picked my niece up and put her on my shoulders and helicoptered, spinning her around. “Hey Uncle Ramon, how’d I do?”
“Tres excellent.”
“I didn’t know you spoke French” Anastasia interrupted.
“Just because I’m from the hood, don’t mean I don’t I expand my mind. Let me correct that. Just because I am from a low-income neighborhood, does not mean that I cannot change my mindset and open myself to new experiences outside of my past environment, m’lady.”
“Ok, ok, I get it, you caught me with the fake bougie girl act.”
“I’m just saying, keep it real because you looked uncomfortable as hell trying to keep it up.” She laughed almost embarrassed and grabbed my phone out of my pocket and put her number in. “Call me when you drop her off.” I put the phone back in my pocket and started to head towards the door.
“Wait, I want to ride you…I mean with you..I mean, oh fuck. I’ll ride with you, to see where she lives and to meet her mom.”
Natasha leaned down and whispered, “Ooooh, she said a bad word.”
“I know, lil one but duck your head, we’re going out the door.” Anastasia followed behind. For a girl from North Memphis, she was almost timid around me. I kind of dug the submissive energy. Most of my Memphis jump offs were loud and you could hear them coming from three miles away. As we headed towards the car I opened the door for the ladies and let them in, with Natasha up in the front and Anastasia in the back. Just as I closed the door my phone rang.
“What’s up Quisha?”
“Ricky..just…threatened me.”
“Fuck that fuck nigga, weak ass bitch ass nigga, I got somethin for his ass.”
“Just bring my baby home and I’ll go to pop and mom’s house.”
“Look, I’ll take her over there if needed…”
“Just bring her home…like ASAPtually.”
It would’ve been smart for me to take her to our parents’ house but she wanted her home. I popped the trunk and grabbed my automatic gun, put the safety on and concealed it. I know it was a gambit of it accidentally going off if I hit a huge ass pothole but I wouldn’t want shit to happen to my passengers. I calmed myself down and got back in the car and started it.
“You sure you still want to ride?”
“Yea of course.”
The station came back on from commercial break and “Bands A Make Her Dance” by Juicy J came on. Finally, some shit I could bounce too and something I’m familiar. It was funny to see my niece in the seat buck jumpin and bouncing to the beat and hearing the occasional “TRIPPYYYYY MANE” come out of her mouth.
“What you know about this song?”
“Momma always dancing to the song on camera.” I’m surprised she hasn’t ended up on ThisIs50.com or ••••••••••••••••••. I don’t give a fuck what she did with her personal life, I would just hope lil one doesn’t start doing shit like that until she’s eighteen and knows what’s up. I looked in the rear view mirror to see Anastasia twerkin in her seat.
“What? Me and my girls lose it when this comes on in Level 2.”
“As much as I used to run up in there with my folks, I’m surprised I didn’t see you.”
“That’s because I used to come home on the weekends from Nashville.”
“TSU?”
“Naw Fisk.”
I pulled out the parking lot and headed towards Quisha’s, I had second thoughts about driving them there but I didn’t want to be thrown in the box for k**napping. I hate to be that paranoid when it comes to my own family but I don’t put much of shit past Quisha. I stopped a gas station and acted like I was going to get gas. I opened the door.
“Princess you want to play a game with Uncle Ray?”
“Yeah!”
“Go get in the back with Ms. Anastasia and lay your head down and act like your sleep.”
“Do I have to?”
“In the back, now..let’s go.” I looked over to my other passenger. “You too lady.”
“But..”
“Head down for me, I can see better if you can.”
She saw my concealed piece and stayed there.
“Semi auto?”
“Fully auto. I got a feeling this ain’t new to you.”
“No, I’m used to it. One of my boys got shot near LP Field while I was ducked off.”
I didn’t want it to go down like this but if she’s really scared, then there might be gun play involved. I did the sign of the cross and prayed it wasn’t. We pulled up to her house just as Ricky was trying to kick the door in. I ran up behind him and kicked him down to the floor and started to stomp his bitch ass in. I grabbed my gun and put it to his head while Quisha stomped him in with the heel of her stiletto.
“The fuck I done told you weak ass nigga? Didn’t I tell you I would end yo hoe ass right here.” I gave my piece to Quisha and told her to hold it. “Nah fuck that, Im gonna rip your eyeballs out and shit in them sockets first.” I looked over at Quisha.
“If you see this nigga with anything metal, smoke his hoe ass.” I put mounted him and started to unload a flurry of punches to his face then eye gouged him digging my fingers in as far as possible.
“Yeen even finna fuck with my lil s*s like this..and if you come back around next time, yo ass will be loaded full of hot metal bitch! You feel me?” He managed to turn the table and we wrestled for position. I grabbed one of Quisha’s drinking glasses and smashed it in his face and started to pummel his bitch ass with elbows.
During the altercation the MPD came in and broke everything up, got witness statements and put his ass back in the back of the car. Seems like he was about on his last strike and fucked up, I highly doubt it. The way the justice system was set up, I would have to make good on my word and leave him floating in the bluff. Anastasia and Natasha both rushed in. Quisha reached up and picked her up and wrapped her arms around her and spun her around and I pulled Anastasia into me as she hugged me from behind.
“Ray, I’m so…sorry..you got involved with this.” I haven’t seen my s*s this frightened since she found out she was pregnant six years ago. She was trembling which surprised the shit out of me because I never seen her tremble. Pops always taught us to barely show emotion or fear but I guess she wasn’t built like that. I pulled her in and kissed her forehead.
“You may piss me off ninety percent of the time but you’re my lil s*s and I’m not about to let shit happen to you.” She smiled put Natasha down and went to the kitchen. For the first time in years, she actually cooked for me. Well damn, at least she cooked but it shouldn’t have taken some drastic ass shit like that to happen. Quisha invited me and Anastasia stay the night in the guest room. Luckily it was the furthest away from everyone else. As soon as all the lights went off, I pulled her into the room with me, locked the door and threw her on the bed.
Shit, I was about to get into that. I pulled her shorts out from under her tutu first, tossing them to the side. She gasped, “Damn baby…”
She stood up and took her tutu and shirt off in front of me until her exposed breasts and black boy shorts remained. I pulled her in and started to rub her pussy through them and could tell that she was dripping wet. I bit into her neck slightly and she let out a slight moan. Anastasia reached down, unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out again while wrapping one leg around me. I pulled her in for a deep and intense kiss, slid her boyshorts down without even looking at her pussy and slid in slow but roughly. Her pussy accepted me with no problem and I started to ram in deep and hard as our tongues danced on each other. She wrapped her other leg around me and started to grind on me, going faster each time. I pulled away from her neck and ran my tongue over her nipples. They stood out more with each flick against them. “Wait…wait..let’s head to the shower first.”
“Fuck the shower…”
“I got you in the shower baby…let’s go…”
Not just them, any lady. I wasn’t ready for a relationship, it just wasn’t in me. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I checked it and it was a text from Quisha saying she had ditched Ricky’s bitch ass at the spot they were at. I think that was the smartest shit she did in the last year. That wasn’t her baby’s father and I ain’t the nigga to judge but shit as annoying, manipulative and full of shit my baby sister is she shouldn’t have hooked up with that weak of a nigga. She could hold her own in a fight, I taught her to. But that’s a whole other story. I grinned at the phone and put it back in my pocket. It was a long ass hour sitting there but it was worth it when Anastasia finally dismissed class. I could finally drop Natasha off and get back into my environment for a minute. I picked my niece up and put her on my shoulders and helicoptered, spinning her around. “Hey Uncle Ramon, how’d I do?”
“Tres excellent.”
“I didn’t know you spoke French” Anastasia interrupted.
“Just because I’m from the hood, don’t mean I don’t I expand my mind. Let me correct that. Just because I am from a low-income neighborhood, does not mean that I cannot change my mindset and open myself to new experiences outside of my past environment, m’lady.”
“Ok, ok, I get it, you caught me with the fake bougie girl act.”
“I’m just saying, keep it real because you looked uncomfortable as hell trying to keep it up.” She laughed almost embarrassed and grabbed my phone out of my pocket and put her number in. “Call me when you drop her off.” I put the phone back in my pocket and started to head towards the door.
“Wait, I want to ride you…I mean with you..I mean, oh fuck. I’ll ride with you, to see where she lives and to meet her mom.”
Natasha leaned down and whispered, “Ooooh, she said a bad word.”
“I know, lil one but duck your head, we’re going out the door.” Anastasia followed behind. For a girl from North Memphis, she was almost timid around me. I kind of dug the submissive energy. Most of my Memphis jump offs were loud and you could hear them coming from three miles away. As we headed towards the car I opened the door for the ladies and let them in, with Natasha up in the front and Anastasia in the back. Just as I closed the door my phone rang.
“What’s up Quisha?”
“Ricky..just…threatened me.”
“Fuck that fuck nigga, weak ass bitch ass nigga, I got somethin for his ass.”
“Just bring my baby home and I’ll go to pop and mom’s house.”
“Look, I’ll take her over there if needed…”
“Just bring her home…like ASAPtually.”
It would’ve been smart for me to take her to our parents’ house but she wanted her home. I popped the trunk and grabbed my automatic gun, put the safety on and concealed it. I know it was a gambit of it accidentally going off if I hit a huge ass pothole but I wouldn’t want shit to happen to my passengers. I calmed myself down and got back in the car and started it.
“You sure you still want to ride?”
“Yea of course.”
The station came back on from commercial break and “Bands A Make Her Dance” by Juicy J came on. Finally, some shit I could bounce too and something I’m familiar. It was funny to see my niece in the seat buck jumpin and bouncing to the beat and hearing the occasional “TRIPPYYYYY MANE” come out of her mouth.
“What you know about this song?”
“Momma always dancing to the song on camera.” I’m surprised she hasn’t ended up on ThisIs50.com or ••••••••••••••••••. I don’t give a fuck what she did with her personal life, I would just hope lil one doesn’t start doing shit like that until she’s eighteen and knows what’s up. I looked in the rear view mirror to see Anastasia twerkin in her seat.
“What? Me and my girls lose it when this comes on in Level 2.”
“As much as I used to run up in there with my folks, I’m surprised I didn’t see you.”
“That’s because I used to come home on the weekends from Nashville.”
“TSU?”
“Naw Fisk.”
I pulled out the parking lot and headed towards Quisha’s, I had second thoughts about driving them there but I didn’t want to be thrown in the box for k**napping. I hate to be that paranoid when it comes to my own family but I don’t put much of shit past Quisha. I stopped a gas station and acted like I was going to get gas. I opened the door.
“Princess you want to play a game with Uncle Ray?”
“Yeah!”
“Go get in the back with Ms. Anastasia and lay your head down and act like your sleep.”
“Do I have to?”
“In the back, now..let’s go.” I looked over to my other passenger. “You too lady.”
“But..”
“Head down for me, I can see better if you can.”
She saw my concealed piece and stayed there.
“Semi auto?”
“Fully auto. I got a feeling this ain’t new to you.”
“No, I’m used to it. One of my boys got shot near LP Field while I was ducked off.”
I didn’t want it to go down like this but if she’s really scared, then there might be gun play involved. I did the sign of the cross and prayed it wasn’t. We pulled up to her house just as Ricky was trying to kick the door in. I ran up behind him and kicked him down to the floor and started to stomp his bitch ass in. I grabbed my gun and put it to his head while Quisha stomped him in with the heel of her stiletto.
“The fuck I done told you weak ass nigga? Didn’t I tell you I would end yo hoe ass right here.” I gave my piece to Quisha and told her to hold it. “Nah fuck that, Im gonna rip your eyeballs out and shit in them sockets first.” I looked over at Quisha.
“If you see this nigga with anything metal, smoke his hoe ass.” I put mounted him and started to unload a flurry of punches to his face then eye gouged him digging my fingers in as far as possible.
“Yeen even finna fuck with my lil s*s like this..and if you come back around next time, yo ass will be loaded full of hot metal bitch! You feel me?” He managed to turn the table and we wrestled for position. I grabbed one of Quisha’s drinking glasses and smashed it in his face and started to pummel his bitch ass with elbows.
During the altercation the MPD came in and broke everything up, got witness statements and put his ass back in the back of the car. Seems like he was about on his last strike and fucked up, I highly doubt it. The way the justice system was set up, I would have to make good on my word and leave him floating in the bluff. Anastasia and Natasha both rushed in. Quisha reached up and picked her up and wrapped her arms around her and spun her around and I pulled Anastasia into me as she hugged me from behind.
“Ray, I’m so…sorry..you got involved with this.” I haven’t seen my s*s this frightened since she found out she was pregnant six years ago. She was trembling which surprised the shit out of me because I never seen her tremble. Pops always taught us to barely show emotion or fear but I guess she wasn’t built like that. I pulled her in and kissed her forehead.
“You may piss me off ninety percent of the time but you’re my lil s*s and I’m not about to let shit happen to you.” She smiled put Natasha down and went to the kitchen. For the first time in years, she actually cooked for me. Well damn, at least she cooked but it shouldn’t have taken some drastic ass shit like that to happen. Quisha invited me and Anastasia stay the night in the guest room. Luckily it was the furthest away from everyone else. As soon as all the lights went off, I pulled her into the room with me, locked the door and threw her on the bed.
Shit, I was about to get into that. I pulled her shorts out from under her tutu first, tossing them to the side. She gasped, “Damn baby…”
She stood up and took her tutu and shirt off in front of me until her exposed breasts and black boy shorts remained. I pulled her in and started to rub her pussy through them and could tell that she was dripping wet. I bit into her neck slightly and she let out a slight moan. Anastasia reached down, unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out again while wrapping one leg around me. I pulled her in for a deep and intense kiss, slid her boyshorts down without even looking at her pussy and slid in slow but roughly. Her pussy accepted me with no problem and I started to ram in deep and hard as our tongues danced on each other. She wrapped her other leg around me and started to grind on me, going faster each time. I pulled away from her neck and ran my tongue over her nipples. They stood out more with each flick against them. “Wait…wait..let’s head to the shower first.”
“Fuck the shower…”
“I got you in the shower baby…let’s go…”
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