Around the Way Girls 10 Page 7

  “Naw, I’m gonna follow you. Just lead the way,” she announced, tossing the bags she was carrying in the rear seat of her car.

  “You sure?” Mario asked, wondering if her vehicle could keep up with him. And of course as bad as he was yearning for laying Angie V down on a bed, he didn’t want to run the risk of her backing out and changing her mind while she was trailing him to the room. If she was sitting right next to him, even if she was feeling apprehensive and having second thoughts, he’d be there to coax her back on the right track of happily giving up the ass.

  Moments later they were en route to the hotel. Mario felt it was best not to go too far out of the way to get a room so she would feel comfortable. He wanted to ask her if she wanted something to eat or drink, but by the way she was acting before they pulled off, he left well enough alone. Besides, fuck spending more cash than needed for her benefit. Mario would keep it strictly business with her, just the way she appeared to want it: cash and carry. She was a freak and would be treated as such.

  Only minutes away from his destination, Mario looked in his rearview mirror. She was at least five or six cars behind. He knew Angie V was having a hard time keeping up with him through traffic. Slowing down, he waited for her to catch up; then he drove a few more miles before turning into the parking lot of a Red Roof Inn. He hoped she wasn’t one of them wannabe uppity females who acted as if they needed to fuck in a five-star room but lived in a no-star dump. Yet, considering Angie V was slinging pussy to him, a stranger, and God knows who else to pay bills, he figured she was far from picky.

  Mario pulled over to the side of the building and parked. Grabbing his wallet out of the console of Sasha’s SUV, he jumped out. Trying to have as much swag as possible, he walked over to Angie V’s car, which smelled as if it was overheating. Mario ignored the small amount of steam that spilled out of the side of the hood. Her car problems were just that: her problems. He’d signed on to buy some ass to help her pay her light bill, nothing more and nothing less. Mario’s mindset was that he could give three shits if that motherfucker blew the hell up with her and her kids in it after he done getting the pussy. With his wife locked up for at least the next year, he had no real strings or attachments out in the world. He lived his life in an out-for-self manner, and that’s how it was going to stay.

  “Yo, I’m about to go in here and pay for this room and get the key. We still good, right?” Mario double-checked, not wanting to waste money he could easily use on a dice game later that night. He was already parting with two and some change on some pussy that might not be all of that so anything else was out of the question.

  Just hanging up from talking to the babysitter, assuring her she’d be paid tonight, Angie V was content. She had made peace with what she was about to do. In a short amount of time she would have the money for not one but two bills she owed. Although this was not what she wanted to do, it was what she had to do to make ends meet. So for that reason she would put on a brave face, swallow her pride, among other things, and handle her grown woman business. “Yeah, I already told you we’re good. Why would I follow you here if I wasn’t good?” she smartly replied, trying to get her mind right.

  Smiling, Mario came out of the registration office with the small envelope containing the plastic key. Informing his female companion to follow him around to room 217, she complied. Parking side by side in the empty parking lot, Angie V got out of her vehicle first.

  Damn, ol’ girl ready like a motherfucker. I see she ain’t trying to hold a nigga up. “What up, doe baby doll, you ready to chill or what?” Mario grinned, opened his car door, and placed one foot down on the pavement.

  “Yeah, but gimme a few minutes to get cleaned up.” Angie V held the bags she’d thrown in the back seat.

  “Cleaned up?”

  “Yeah. I just got off work, remember? I need to at least wash my face and hands and whatever else. Is that cool with you or what?” Waiting for him to have the nerve to protest, she planted one hand firmly on her hip shifting all her weight to one side.

  Before Mario could respond, his cell started to ring. Out of the side of his eye he saw it was one of the numbers his wife would call from. Damn this worrisome bitch again. Shit, let me spin her real quick. Without further hesitation he hurried, handing Angie V the key. “Yeah, love, go ahead and do you. I gotta take this call. It’s some business I got popping off. Then we gonna go hard.” Before any other words could be exchanged Mario put his foot and leg back in the SUV and rolled the window up. Listening to the prerecorded voice prompt do its thing, the sworn master manipulator made sure the radio was down and the air conditioning was on low.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey, bae. I was waiting for you to call back. You was cut off before you could finish what you was saying,” he lied, reclining his seat, wishing he had a blunt to blow before he got with Angie V.

  “Yeah, I know and I damn straight wasn’t done getting off into your lying ass.” Sasha was back on the same tip from earlier. Having had time to think about what Regina had told her and the act that she knew her husband was putting on, she was heated. All the work he’d put in trying to song and dance her about him doing this or that, including watering her houseplants that were more than likely dead, was out the window.

  Mario was getting fed up with Sasha going in on him each and every time they spoke. Sure, he loved all the benefits that came with being married to his wife. She was smart and had her shit all the way together. And, no matter what, she was loyal. If Mario never believed how loyal Sasha was before, her present living conditions and current mailing address sealed that deal. He wanted to go easy on her, but she was making it hard for him to hold back.

  Knowing he had some hot, strange pussy only a few yards away good to go, Mario decided to be real brief with his meal-ticket spouse. “Okay, look, I done had enough of you talking to me like your ass crazy and I ain’t about shit. Now I done told you earlier ain’t nobody out here in these streets fucking you over. I’m out here doing what the fuck I can to make you happy and make shit right from behind that coward stunt I pulled to get you locked up in the first place. So for real for real, you ain’t got too many more times to get loud and talk to me like I’m your kid. I’m messed up in the head enough about you losing my son and you keep wasting money running off at the mouth about what your sister and that tramp Kat said. Now if you want me to get the fuck on out your life and let you be, just say that shit and get it over with. ’Cause, truth be told, a nigga like me sick and tired of feeling like a failure. I let my wife down and I gotta live with that the rest of my life it we together or not.”

  Sasha was dumbfounded. She didn’t know what to say or what to think. Mario had flipped the script on her yet again. With all intentions of telling him to leave her house, only taking his clothes, park the SUV in her parents’ driveway with the key underneath the mat, and turn over her ATM card to Regina, Sasha was left holding the receiver in the middle of the prepaid call, trying to come to terms with what was just said.

  Mario was right. She had been treating him like pure filth when the truth of the matter was she had free will to stand up and say the money and pills were not hers but his; however, she chose not to do so. So what if he was the driving force in coaxing her to give up her freedom in exchange for his. No one had a gun to her head. Sasha was just dumb and in love and that was her fault, not his.

  “Okay, Mario, listen. I don’t know how you want or even expect for me to carry this bullshit. I’m nothing like you. You’re used to being caged up like some wild animal; I’m not. Especially for something I didn’t do. So yeah, I’m pissed. Yeah, I’m listening to what people have to say about what you out there doing. And if memory serves me correct, you had no problem acting the same way when you was locked up.”

  Mario looked at the clock on the dashboard. He knew that between him and Sasha talking shit to one another they had eaten up at least half of the time on the call. Now if he could only get through the next seven or so minut
es in peace with his agitated wife, he could go into room 217, fuck the dog shit out of Angie V, and get his money’s worth. He had let Sasha have her say knowing full well his wife was weak minded as hell and would never truly want him to leave her side, in jail or not.

  “Bae, do you love me or not? Do you wanna still be my wife or what? ’Cause if the answer is no, I can get the same lawyer who’s on your case to file divorce papers and have you served in there. Now is that what it’s gonna be? I hope not, because a nigga really love you and wanna do the right thing by you, if you just give me a chance.” Mario poured it on thick, knowing full well that even if Sasha did say it was over and she wanted a divorce, he would empty her bank accounts and sell all the contents of the home they shared before she even could think about freedom.

  “You know I love you,” Sasha replied almost in tears as she gripped up on the receiver.

  “Well, then stop tripping, my baby, and hold tight. My parole officer said since I’m so close to getting off I can reach out to the warden and sign special paperwork to allow me to come visit your pretty self sooner than you think. You just need to write him as well. A nigga love you, Sasha, with all my heart; and I’m always gonna make sure you good, you feel me?”

  “Mario,” Sasha whined.

  “Naw, Sasha, cut all the extra bullshit out. I ain’t trying to hear it. Now call me daddy and tell me you understand how much I love you.” Mario looked up and saw Angie V crack the room door. She was waving for him to come inside, obviously done with what she had to do. Using his free hand, the compulsive liar tugged down on his growing manhood in anticipation of what was soon to come from his new curvaceous friend, when he ended the emotionally charged conversation with his incarcerated wife.

  “Yes, daddy, I understand.” Sasha gave in, knowing no matter what she’d heard or would hear was happening in the streets in the near future, nine out of ten times she’d stay Mrs. Mario Eubanks.

  “Are you sure?” he asked again, turning the SUV off.

  “Yes, daddy, I’m sure,” she dumbly replied, once more feeling as if she was wanted.

  Seconds later time was almost up; one minute was left. While Sasha was sad wanting to call back for the third time that day just to hear his voice, Mario urged her to go lie down and relax her mind; and he was going to do the same. When the line finally went dead, Mario practically jumped out of the SUV.

  Adjusting his already rock-hard dick, he bolted up the stairs and into the hotel room. Stepping foot inside, he saw Angie V standing on the far side of the room fully clothed. Immediately his dick started to soften. He was confused. “Hey now, what’s wrong? Why you standing over there with your damn clothes on?”

  Angie V had downed three long gulps of wine she had gotten from her job. She’d needed a minute or two to get her head right, and she had. While Mario was out in the SUV talking to whomever, she was standing in the mirror talking herself into having sex with a stranger and praying it didn’t drag her back into the destructive black hole behavior that had her single and struggling now with three kids and no man in her life to help toe the line. “I’m saying you getting all loud and whatnot, but haven’t you forgotten about something?”

  Seeing her standing there with her hand out, it hit Mario what she was talking about. Caught up in dealing with his wife and her issues, he’d not paid Angie V the fee they’d agreed upon. Back in the hood he was a beast with the hoes. He would throw them a li’l something something when he got finished getting down, getting his dick wet. And not an amount they wanted, but what he decided the pussy or head was worth. “What’s good, baby doll, you don’t trust me? You think I ain’t got you?”

  “Excuse me, Mario, but on the real, I don’t even know you. I really don’t know how you do what you do when you do it. All I know is I’ma need my money up front before we go any further.” Angie V was feeling the wine flow through her veins and she was not up for any games. She was on a tight schedule and had to pick up her kids from the babysitter and pay DTE before nine.

  Mario smiled as if he were the first pick on draft day. He then tossed his keys onto the nightstand. Stuffing his hand deep into his blue jeans pocket, he pulled out that same small knot of cash he had earlier, minus the amount he’d spent on getting the room. “I told you back at your job, money ain’t no thang with me. You hang with me, you always gonna be good. I’m always gonna look out.”

  Peeling off the price promised, he placed the currency on the dresser. Walking back to the other side of the room, he turned the deadbolt on the door for extra security. It was now show time. He’d been anticipating this very moment. Mario then took off his shirt, revealing a red ink tattoo across the right side of his chest reading SASHA. Angie V didn’t bother to ask who exactly Sasha was and Mario didn’t feel the need to volunteer. All he knew was he was about to get busy with the smart-mouth cashier from Walmart who swore her shit didn’t stink.

  Unzipping his pants, Mario allowed them to drop to his ankles. With his sneakers still on, he turned his baseball cap to the rear. With his eyes glued on Angie V, he was back hard in no time flat. His heart raced as he slowly stroked the shaft of his curved cock. “Okay, my baby, get naked and come crawl over here and suck daddy’s big black dick. You on my clock and payroll now! I want some of that good head I know you working with. Bitches like you who talk all that shit always have the best head, and pussy, too.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Sasha’s mind was racing a mile a minute. Mario had managed to do what he was so good at doing for so long where she was concerned: running game. He had her not only majorly confused, but sucker stroking as well. This had been her life with him from day one. Part of her was deeply in love with Mario and always would be, while the other part knew her man was up to no good. She knew her sister and best friend would not be just making up things her husband was accused of doing. What would either of them have to gain? She knew they only had her best interests at heart.

  But now she was going to feel like she let both of them down, because she hadn’t stuck to the game plan she and Regina had come up with and agreed upon. Mario had mind fucked her as always. She didn’t understand why she was so weak when it came to him, but she was. Sasha could be standing in the room with her husband while he was butt banging the next three females and he could convince her she had not seen what she thought she had seen. He always had that power over her and she hated it. She was locked behind bars while he ran free because of his strange mental hold over her.

  “Hey, young’un, how was your phone call? You over there looking like somebody ran over your dog.”

  “I’m good, Trina. It’s just that my husband is always trying to double-talk me to death. I mean I know he’s lying, but what can I do? I’m locked up and he’s not.”

  Trina was an OG at the prison. She had been in and out of the system for years. Sadly, this time around, Trina was doing a thirty-year flat bid and would probably never live to see the outside again. She had caught her man messing around with her young niece and killed them both in a fit of rage. Charged with only two counts of manslaughter, the prosecutor took into consideration the unprecedented circumstances that caused the already unstable ex-felon to snap. Nevertheless, Trina had to be severely punished. “Girl, now you know better than to get me to talking about lying husbands. That bullshit right there is my specialty. Now you know I gotta get me something to snack on for this conversation right here.”

  Sasha had momentarily forgotten who she was talking to. Although she had only been there in that unit for what some would consider a short amount of time, Trina had talked her to death about every single case she’d caught and every single one she hadn’t. At first it was something to do to pass the time. Then it became annoying. Feeling sorry that Trina’s family had left her for dead, when Sasha tried to close her eyes and get her mind right, as Mario had suggested, she knew why Trina would never shut the fuck up. Sasha put her headphones on and tuned out not only her OG bunkie, who got an attitude, but everyone else
as well. She had to think, not only about what Mario had said, but what Regina would say when they spoke again.

  * * *

  Angie V wanted nothing more than to be offended at the way Mario was talking to her. In any other circumstance, he’d get the business for being so rude and obnoxious. Yet since she had lowered herself and her standards to accept money for her body and sexual favors, she’d opened up the doors for the unacceptable to become acceptable. Normally no man could fix his mouth to even tell her to crawl; her three baby daddies were no exception. That was the most disrespectful thing a person could or would ask the next person to do, besides getting spit on or kicked up the ass. Now here Mario stood, pants down to his ankles, dick at full attention, demanding the $283 he had placed over on the dresser entitled him to more than just pussy and head, but Angie V’s pride and dignity as well.

  Rightfully deciding not to do as asked, Angie V walked over to Mario instead of crawling. Fighting back the tears, she was glad she’d gulped down the wine to take the edge off. Blacking out, she dropped to her knees. The carpet felt like small bristles and his private area had a strong scent of cologne as if he’d paid special attention to that area anticipating a female would be lurking down in that general direction. Taking Mario’s stiff dick in her hand, she licked on the tip then the head. Closing her eyes she then started to suck and jerk at his piece, hoping he would bust a nut and not want to have sex. Unfortunately for Angie V, all the deep throat sucking and fast hand jerking she was doing only made Mario more eager to bend her over on the edge of the bed and put in work; and, for his $283, he slipped a condom on and did just that.

  The more she seemed to resist and keep her pussy tight, the more enjoyment he got. Ramming his paid companion as if there were no tomorrow in sight, Mario finally screamed out in pleasure. Feeling his dick go limp inside of her and the condom loosen up from around his shaft, Angie V was relived it was over, or so she thought.