Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang (Zane Presents) by Cairo

Author:Cairo
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Simon & Schuster, Inc.
Published: 2011-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

THE FOLLOWIN’ MORNIN’ I WAKE UP WONDERIN’ WHY I’M NOT stickin’ to the script and feedin’ this nigga wit’ a long-handled spoon. I know his ass had no muthafuckin’ business stayin’ the night, but a bitch can’t front. It felt good havin’ a muhfucka in my bed, and it felt even betta bein’ wrapped up in a muhfucka’s arms.

“Yo, check it. I’ma be hangin’ wit’ my mans ’n ’em tomorrow night, but I wanna get at you on Sunday. Maybe we can go into da city ’n chill ’n shit.”

“I’ll let you know,” I tell ’em, eyein’ ’im as he goes in ’n outta the bathroom. “I have plans wit’ my girl, so it all depends.”

“Oh, word? What ya’ll gettin’ into?”

“Nigga, I gave you some pussy; that’s it. Not permission to be all up in mine.”

He laughs, comin’ outta the bathroom brushin’ his teeth. “Yeah, aiight. You talkin’ that shit now, but you already know.”

The nigga drops his towel. I ain’t gonna front. He’s lookin’ real comfy standin’ here butt-ass naked. And I’m not sure how I should feel ’bout it.

Keep shit real. You dig da nigga.

Yeah, I do. Still—

Bitch, take da shit for what it is. Da nigga got good dick ’n good tongue. Let ’im keep eatin’ ya ass ’n lickin’ ya pussy, then dismiss da muhfucka when you’ve had’a ’nough.

I’m sittin’ at the foot of my bed, watchin’ the nigga lotion his naked body, then step into his boxers. Droplets of water are still on his back. I wanna get up ’n lick the shit off’a the muhfucka. But I don’t. I glance at the clock. 8:47 a.m.

“All I know is it’s time for you to hurry up ’n bounce. I’ve had’a ’nough of ya cocky ass.”

He laughs, slippin’ his wife beater ova his head, then puttin’ on his jeans. He pulls out his cell. It dawns on me that I don’t eva hear it ring when I’m wit’ ’im. I contemplate askin’ the muhfucka why, but decide I don’t really give’a fuck. He walks up on me and pulls me up off’a the bed.

“Listen, I wasn’t poppin’ a buncha BS last night. I meant e’erything I said to you. On e’erything, yo, I’m feelin’ you.”

I keep my eyes locked on his. “Enough to give up all ya bitches?” I ask, raisin’ a brow.

“Yo, I don’t have’a buncha bitches. I gave ’em all up a minute ago. The only one I’m still fuckin’ wit’ is my peeps in LA.”

“Ohhhhkay. Isn’t that da chick who wanted you to give ’er a baby?”

He nods. “Yeah, but I deaded that. Ain’t nuthin’ happenin’ wit’ that. I’m still wrappin’ it up.”

“Let me tell you this. And be clear. If I was eva to decide to fuck wit’ you on some solo type shit, that lil’ situation wit’ chickie would need to be shut down wit’ e’erything else. I don’t cheat. And I don’t share. So, understand this. If you know you ain’t ready to stop slingin’ da dick, then you need’a let shit play out da way it is.

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