The Show

There were small colored lights that flashed off and on in each corner of the ceiling. The small disco ball that hung from the center of the roof bathed the small room in little sparkles of rotating lights. There was a single table and two chairs just two feet from the stage. A polished pole ran from the floor to the ceiling in the middle of the stage.
An extended version of Madonna’s Justify My Love blared from hidden speakers.
Malik sat at the table nursing a tumbler filled with scotch on the rocks while puffing on a sweet.
He impatiently checked his watch and thought to himself, “Is she coming out or what?”

As if on cue, a six foot chocolate brown Amazon of a woman stepped from behind the curtains at the back of the stage. She was dressed in a red long sleeve button down shirt and red stilettos. The outline of her braless breasts and nipples could be seen through the cotton fabric of the shirt. She looked deep into Malik’s eyes as she rolled her hips to the bass. Grabbing the pole she swung herself around in a circle revealing her thick, well-shaped G-stringed ass as her shirt kicked up behind her. She then fell flat on the floor with her ass pointing in the direction of the table. Raising her hips up and down, Iris beckoned for Malik to come to her. As he approached, she got on all fours and spread her hips as wide as she could. Malik moved in, pressing his thighs against the edge of the stage as he grabbed her hips and pulled. Iris began to grind against his crotch as he fondled her breasts. She moved away from his grasp and turned on her knees to face him. Again, looking deep into his eyes, she ripped open her shirt spraying ten little buttons across the stage. Her breasts were amazingly erect and full, gravity and childbearing had little effect on their perkiness. Her dark chocolate nipples were the size of quarters. Iris moved forward and grabbed the back of Malik’s head as she forced her left nipple into his mouth. After a few seconds of sucking, she stood up and pressed his face into her crotch. All the while, Madonna sang on in the background.
Malik felt the blood rush to his crotch as he moved her G-string to one side and began to explore with his tongue. She began to moan as he worked his magic on her pearl. He stopped and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and dropped to the floor again, pressing her back against the discarded buttons. Malik quickly opened his belt and unzipped his pants. He removed his penis as she moved to the edge of the stage and raised her legs into the air. Just as he was about to move in and penetrate her wet folds, his cell phone began to buzz and vibrate around the table.
“Muthafucka!!! Who the fuck could be calling me at a time like this?”
He reached back to grab his phone with his right hand as he played with her clit with the index finger on his left.
He looked at the screen, “Ohh shit! It’s a text from Jalal!”
Iris sat up and leaned against his chest, “What is it baby?”
“Jalal says that Fawzi fell and broke his arm on the playground during recess!”
“Ohh no…my baby!!! We gotta get over there!”
She jumped off of the stage and quickly moved to the back of the room and through a hidden door. Malik pulled his pants on and followed her through the door. They emerged into a large bedroom.
Already in a bra and new panties she turned to her husband as she slipped her dress over her head, “Malik, we will finish this later right?”
“You damn right baby, I was about to give it to you too!”
She slipped on a pair of flats and they rushed out the front door and jumped into a black E-class that was parked in the driveway. Malik started the engine and they sped out of the yard and down the street.

el hombre de fuego

“Yo Supa! Yo Supa! I heard you got that fire!”

“Pass that lighter muthafucka, we about to burn it down!"
“Lets burn muthafucka, lets burn!”

Going Home-part1

Ben drove slowly down the dark street. As he came to a stop at the light he heard a woman’s voice yelling from the other side of the car.
“Hey baby, what you look’in foe?”
He lowered the passenger side window all the way and looked in the direction the voice had come from but all he could see was darkness.
He was about to drive off when he heard her again. “Hey baby…over here!”
As he focused his eyes into the darkness he could barley make out the tall figure of a woman. He sat there straining his eyes as she moved into the light of the streetlamp. She was tall, almost six feet, with full breasts and wide hips; here skin was the color of caramel. He could not help but to notice the sexy way she swung her ass as she made her way across the street to his car. As she leaned over to speak into the passenger side window she blew a big puff of cigarette smoke into the car. The slight upturn of her eyes hinted at exotic!
“You look’in for a good time old man? Cause if you are, you in the right place.”
“You’re beautiful,” is all that he could manage to say as he got a good look at her face.
“Thank you baby, but I know this. I don’t have time to stand here and model for you cause time is money and I need to get mines! You try’in ta fuck or get your dick sucked?”
“How much?”
“Forty to fuck and twenty for a suck…”
“How about I take you off these streets tonight? I got a room over by downtown.”
“Say what? What you think this is, take a hoe home night? Naw baby, I don’t get down like that! Too many bitches end up dead behind shit like that…we can take care of business right here in yo car.”
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a large wad of folded bills. As he unfolded them, she could see that they were all hundreds. He peeled off one and handed it to her.
“I’m not into any sick shit and I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to spend the night with you. I can pay you what you want. Now, what is your pimp going to say about that?”
She grabbed the bill out of his fingers and shoved it into her boot as she got into the car. “Nigga, pimp’in is dead. I take care of myself! A bitch gotta be her own boss out here if she gonna make any loot.”
“I heard that, lets ride.”
As he put the car in drive and pulled off into the night, Ben could not help but smell the sick mixture of body odor, alcohol, and cigarettes. He quickly rolled down his window.
“Damn girl, when was the last time you had a hot shower?”
“What? Muthafucka what you try’in to say? You say’in that I stank or someth’in? Fuck you you old bastard, let me out this gotdam car!”
Tears were filling her eyes now.
“Be cool little momma, I’m not trying to disrespect you…”
“Naw nigga, you can take this bill back and drop me off right here!”
Ben stopped the car,” Hold up! Lets keep it real. You smell like you been on the street for weeks and your teeth look like they forgot what it is to be brushed.”
She was feeling very self-conscious now. She ran her fingers through her long wig and tried to pull her skirt down over her thick thighs.
“Why the fuck you pick me up then if I’m so damn dirty?”
“I don’t know, I mean, I would not have usually given you a second look but there is something about you. You’re different.”
He smiled at her for the first time as he reached over to brush her hair out of her face.

With pouty lips, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Someth’in about me hmmm?”
“Yes, your tall, beautiful, big titties, great hips…but there is something about your eyes…”
Blushing now, she turned to look at Ben square in the face. “What do you want from me?”
“Like I said, I just want to spend some time with you. That’s all.”

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The room was rather large and clean for a cheap hotel. The bedding had been removed and placed in a bundle on the floor. A large comforter and new set of sheets, still in plastic, were sitting at the foot of the bed along with a large black leather bag. The sweet smell of ensents lingered in the air as Soft Jazz quietly played from a small radio on the stand next to the bed.
“Take off your clothes.”
Smiling, she turned on her heels to face Ben. “Slow down baby, I don’t even know your name.”
Ben held out his hand. “Jenkins, Ben Jenkins. Please forgive me for my rudeness”

She took his hand and looked deep into his eyes as if she were trying to read his soul. “That’s ok Ben, you have been nicer to me in the last hour than anybody has been in years. I’m Park.”
“Park…hmmm? Where did you get such a lovely name?”
“My momma was Chinese. She named me after the beautiful cypress trees that she played in as a child.” Park let go of Ben’s hand and turned her back. “She died when I was ten, she came across a bad batch of H.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok, it was a long time ago… She came to this country to go to art school, she was the best painter ever!”
Park paused and wrapped her arms around her body as if the room had suddenly turned cold.
“She met my dad at a reefer party and fell in love. He taught her how to speak English and she taught him how to love. They were a funny couple, he was a tall dark skinned Black man and she was a petite Chinese woman, but they loved each other to death. Actually, my dad could not live without her, he committed suicide two months after her overdose. Since my father’s family was nowhere to be found, I was put in foster care. I moved from family to family until I was fifteen. I thought I had finally found a home with this old couple, the Anderson’s, who had lost their two sons to the streets. Things were fine for the first few months but then he started touching me. He would come to my room at night and put his hands down my shirt and between my legs. After that went on for a while he started raping me. When I told his wife she cussed me and slapped my face and called me a liar. I ran away after four months with them. I lived on the streets and stole to survive. I did that for a while and then started trick’in to pay for food and a place to sleep. I have been out here suck’in dicks and sell’in my pussy for ten years now…”
Tears rolled down her face in waves now. She no longer had that street swagger that had kept her going for so long. She now looked like a little girl lost in a big world. Ben, holding his breath, moved to her and took her in his arms.
“Please don’t cry…your going to make me start too.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t act like this. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I never cry.”
She moved out of Ben’s arms and with her back to him again she wiped her eyes with her dirty blouse before pulling it off over her head. She unzipped her boots and kicked them off, then she pulled her skirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Completely naked, she turned to face Ben.

Seeing her naked body sent a chill through him. He thought out loud, “Look at her, she is perfect, she is the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen!”

“What was that?”
Embarrassed and blushing Ben turned to puck-up the large leather bag from the foot of the bead and handed it to her, “Oh, umm nothing. Here take this.”

“What’s this?”
“Just some soap, shampoo and conditioner, a razor and shave gel, some listerine, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and a pair of pajamas. Take this and do your thing in the shower while I step out for a minute.”
“But, you’re leaving me…where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back. I’m just going down the street to that West Indian Shop to get us some food. You do like curry don’t you?”
“Well, sure. I could use someth'in to eat right about now!”
“I thought so. Do you drink peach schnapps?”
“I will tonight!”
“Good, you get cleaned up and I’ll see you in a few.”

Sunday Night Live

As they stepped into the light of the street lamp one could see the blood covering his shoes.
“Damn son, you betta get rid of them shits quick!”
“Ye, I know. I should have shot that muthafucka for bleed'in all ova my J's, right?”
“Na, that wooda drawn attention. That blade did the job just right. Emm hmm, slit that nigga from ear to ear!
"What I'ma do?"
"Yo! Throw ‘em down the storm drain son!”
“What the fuck I’ma look like walking down the street with no kicks? What if we have to break again?”
“I ont know Na’im, you might want to take that chance. If jonny roll up and see all that damn blood we done for.”
A car turned onto the street and started to creep toward the two youths.
“Ohhh shit…yo Smoke, who dat?”
“How the fuck I know…lets break!”
As the car sped-up the two started to run in the opposite direction.
A female voice yelled out of the driver side window, “Na’im…Smoke, hold up! Yo Nigga, hold up!”
“Yo son, that sounds like Paola!”
“No shit? How you know?”
“I don’t, it just sounds like it. Be ready just in case!”
The two youths slow to a jog as the car pulls up.
“EyO, what you niggas do’in out here run’in in the dark and shit?”
“Damn girl, you like ta scared the shit out of us. We ain’t know who da fuck you was P.”
“Peace P!”
“What happened to yo kicks Na’im?"
"We was just dumping some trash, that all."
"Looks like you put your feet in some bloody pussy this time. Take them shits off and get in! ”
“Fo sho!”
Smoke got in the front seat as Na’im took his shoes off and threw them down the storm drain.
He jumped in the back seat and the car pulled off and made the corner.
“You damn skippy son! Let’s make it over to yo boy Kris’s crib to get you a fresh pair of kicks and see if he got that thang.”
“No need, I just got a O of that Elliot from them Cuban cats around the way.”
“Well, lets start this fire then!”
“I already got two twisted. You got a light?”
"You know I do."
“Say hold up, what about my kicks!”
“Don’t sweat it N, we can go over to my primo’s crib and get you some. That nigga got like a hundred pairs of J’s and shit! I bet he will let a old pair go for some weed.”

Super Hero

I was seven years old and in the first grade back in 1980. At that time we lived about a mile from my school. I walked to and from school everyday. Well, on this particular day as I was just leaving the school grounds when I remembered that I did not finish the assignment that we were working on. I thought about it and decided to go back to class and finish the assignment. Ms. Fowler, my homeroom teacher, was so proud of me that she wrote my mom this really nice letter about what I had done. As a reward my mom took me to the store that night and told me to pick out whatever pair of Underoos I wanted. I will never forget it. I had been asking for a pair of Underoos for a while. I chose Spider Man. I was on cloud nine. I had my first pair of Underroos and they were fly. I felt so good when I wore them under my clothes, I kind of felt like I was a Super Hero. I went on to have several pairs of Underoos but I never forgot my first pair.