Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs) (24 page)

He looked around and saw that everyone seemed to be still minding their own business when he pulled out his handkerchief and set it on the seat. He saw Tasha coming out of the bath-room and started smiling. Inmates and visitors alike were checking out all that ice she had on. One dude even hollered, “Bling! Bling!”

When she got close to him, Trae patted his thigh, motioning for her to sit on it. He started caressing her breasts. She looked around and relaxed a little when she saw that nobody was look-ing. He slid his hand back up her thigh while looking at the guard, and ran it over her entire pussy.

“Damn, if I get to put it in, I’m probably gonna bust a nut in one minute.” He went inside of her, wetting his fingers to lubricate her clit. As he played with it he bit on her nipples through her silk blouse. “Damn,” he said, looking at the guard, “don’t he got to go get a cup of coffee or something? Give me a kiss.”

“Don’t make me cum Trae. I’ll mess up my skirt. Okay?”

“A’ight.” He positioned her so that she was sitting directly on his dick. “It’s so hard it’s about to break Tash. I gotta get me some of this.”

“Well, this might be your opportunity. It looks like he’s getting ready to leave. He has to take those visitors to the elevator.”

“Good,” Trae said, unzipping the fly of his jumpsuit. Then he peeked around her to see what the guard was doing and slipped his dick out. “You gotta lift up a little, baby.” She lifted her butt up a little and felt his dick trying to find its way home. Trae fumbled until he felt the opening of her hot tunnel and slid all the way in until it would go no more. He wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her closer to make sure he was getting it all.

“Unnghh,” he let out a deep moan.

“Baby, that feels so good.” Tasha was trembling and trying to avoid closing her eyes.

“It sure do, but baby you gotta watch for the guard,” he said, remaining still. “I’m tryin’ not to come right now. I’m strugglin’, baby. Let me know when he comes back through that door, okay? I’ma close my eyes for a few seconds and fuckin’ enjoy. You feel so good. I miss you so much.”

“Trae baby, he’s comin’!”

“Shit!” Trae, sweat beads already popping up across his forehead, opened his eyes and peeked around her to see exactly where the guard was. He watched him go over to a couple, say something, laugh, then go back out. “You got him?”

“Yeah, I got him baby, but hurry up.”

Trae closed his eyes again and started grinding a little faster. She could feel him trembling as his breathing got heavier. He slid his hand around to grab her clit, but she stopped him. “Baby we are not at home. Hurry up and handle your business.”

After about three or four more strokes, Trae was coming so hard that Tasha was bouncing up and down in his lap. “Trae! I see him baby.” He grabbed his handkerchief, lifted her up a little, and wiped her off, then himself. He zipped his pants back up when he saw the guard coming toward him.

“Damn!” he mumbled. “We’re busted, but fuck it. That pussy was worth it.”

“She needs to sit in her own chair, Macklin,” the guard said and went back to the other side of the room.

“Thank you baby, I really appreciated that,” he said, playing with her nipples. “This pussy is so good and it’s all mines.”

“Ten more minutes, people!” the guard yelled.

“Kiss me Tasha.” She grabbed his neck, pulled him close, and tongued him down. “That pussy was good, baby,” he kept say¬ing. “I’m so glad you were able to come see me. I love you more than anything.”

She was now hot. “Make me cum Trae,” she said, kissing his neck and rubbing his head.

Trae looked up to see where the guard was as a group of peo-ple was waiting to go out. He palmed her butt and pulled it up to the edge of the chair, putting three fingers inside her pussy and going in and out.

“That feels good baby.” Trae pulled his fingers out quickly and leaned back in his chair. “Why’d you stop?” Tasha questioned. “He’s lookin’ at us.”

“Five minutes, people!” the guard yelled.

Trae leaned back up and slid her skirt up from under her butt. “Hopefully, you won’t get it wet,” he said, sliding his hand back under her skirt and fondling her clit. “Man, I’d give anything to be able to run my tongue over this ... just once.”

Tasha was now holding onto his shoulders and grinding her hips. “Baby,” she moaned.

“C’mon, butterfly.” Trae could feel the contractions coming on. “Look at me baby. Look at me while you’re cummin’.” Tasha’s legs were shaking; he smiled because she never opened her eyes. He grabbed his handkerchief and wiped her off.

He hugged her, and they kissed until the guard started yelling, “Visit’s over, people. All inmates to the back of the room.”

“Time to go ma.” He pulled Tasha up, wrapped her arms around his neck, palmed her butt, and pulled her close. “Thank you for comin’ to see me and takin’ care of all of that business,” he said, putting a passion mark on her neck.

“Let’s go, Macklin!” the guard yelled.

“Can you call me tonight?” she pouted, kissing him on the lips. He shook his head yes. She kissed him again, rubbing his bald head. “You look so good.” She let him go and headed for the door mouthing, “I love you.”

He mouthed, “Your skirt is wet, and I love you more.”

Angel had been putting in her hours as a corporate lawyer, trying to earn a little respect and make a name for herself.

Even though she worked all week she made sure to visit Kay every weekend. On Saturdays she would take his son and her little sister, and on Sundays she would go by herself. That was her day. He kept sweating her about wearing a skirt or a dress, but she never would. She told him she didn’t feel right trying to get her freak on in a prison visiting room.

Tasha made the trip every weekend as well. She always wore skirts and dresses, and Trae made sure he got some every weekend. Tasha didn’t mind because as far as she was concerned, it was all about Trae. In addition the doctor gave her a new birth control prescription. So she was happy and in love with her husband.

Both she and Angel were staying on top of their husbands’ fi-nancial affairs. Trae and Kaylin were now multi-millionaires and out of the dope game.

Angel tried to visit early this particular Sunday morning. Sundays were usually busy, and it took forever to get processed. She got there at 8:00 and didn’t get processed to go upstairs until 9:45. The inmates weren’t even out yet. She suspected that they had this particular floor on lockdown for some reason. All of the visitors were sitting around impatiently waiting, and the chil-dren were running around playing.

Angel bought some breath mints from the vending machine then headed for the bathroom to make sure she looked bootyli-cious for her man. She was wearing a tan Chanel pantsuit with lizard skin shoes to match. It was tight. She got her hair cut, nails and feet done, and the ice was blinging. The visitors were checking her out on the DL. She even caught some of the females shooting daggers at her, while the men licked their lips.

Finally at 10:50, all of the inmates poured into the visiting room. She smiled when she saw Kay, who was looking finer than ever. He had put on about ten pounds, his body all cut up from weightlifting.

“What up beautiful?” he asked, swooping her up off her feet and hungrily planting sloppy kisses on her chin and her lips. “You look good.” They stood there kissing and hugging like they hadn’t seen each other in months. “One of these days I’m going to pull these pants off of you. Watch,” he whispered in her ear. He took her hand and placed it on his dick. She began squeezing and massaging it and could feel him getting rock hard.

“I miss you long strokin’ me with him so much,” she sighed.

“You obviously don’t miss him that much, if you did, you would be wearing a skirt.”

“Kay please, maybe I’ll get brave enough one day to fuck in front of a roomful of people.”

He pulled her close and guided her to get her grind on. She was grinding on his dick. “See what you’re missin’? I could have been all up in this pussy by now,” he said, massaging her ass.

“Kay!” a voice yelled. He turned his head around, and there was Brittany. She punched him in the arm. “Where’s my fuckin’ Lexus? I can’t believe you bought this ho one. I was good enough to fuck whenever you wanted to, and now you think you gonna just throw me to the curb?” She slapped him.

“No, this bitch didn’t slap me! Britt, what the—”

Everything happened so fast and so unexpected. When Angel heard the name Britt, she pushed Kay out the way and started swinging. She was beating Brittany like she was a child, talking to her while whipping that ass. “Don’t you ever disrespect me again. How you gonna come see my man while I’m fuckin’ visitin’ him? I told you to stay the fuck away from him. You lyin’ bitch, talkin’ ’bout you was pregnant.” She was saying all of that as they were going at it.

By this time the place was swarming with guards. Kay couldn’t even pull Angel off Brittany. Two guards were pulling Angel while two more pulled Brittany. “Bitch, your pussy ain’t good enough to get a Lexus,” Angel screamed. “Get off me!” She was now yelling at the guards.

She turned to Kay. “You ho! What the fuck is she doing on your visiting list?” She swung at him. He ducked. She swung again. He ducked again. This time she went to dig her nails into his eyes, but he turned his head as she put a long, deep scratch from the back of his ear all the way down his neck. She was crying and had turned into a madwoman. “You triflin’ ho!” She swung again. This time he snatched her arms, putting them up behind her back. The guards then went to intervene.

“How could you play me like this Kaylin?” She was shaking. “Where was this ho when you disappeared for months?”

Kay started yelling at the guards, “Get your fuckin’ hands off my woman. Y’all got the right to touch me, but don’t touch her!”

The dummies all backed up. The visiting hall was in turmoil. Folks were standing on top of chairs trying to see the fight of the century. The officers had escorted Brittany outside of the visiting hall, and Kay still had Angel’s arms twisted behind her back.

“You’re hurtin’ me Kaylin,” Angel cried.

“Calm your ass down!” Kay yelled at her.

“Let me go, Kay You’re hurting me!”

“I’ma break both of these if you don’t calm the fuck down!”

“The bitch got on a skirt, Kaylin. What, you planned on fuckin’ her today? Oww!” she yelled, “Help me! He’s hurtin’ me.”

“Let her go, Santos!” one of the guards yelled.

“She’s not on my visiting list,” Kay said through gritted teeth to Angel, totally ignoring the guards.

“Then how the fuck did she get in? I’m not stupid.”

“Let her go, Santos. I’m not going to say it again,” he warned. Kay finally let her go.

“I want to see his visiting list!” Angel yelled, walking toward the front desk and rubbing her arm. She was crying and looking like a wild woman. “If she’s on your list, I’m cutting your fuckin’ throat Kay. Do you hear me? I told you not to fuck with me. How could you do me like this Kay?” He just looked at her. “Answer me, dammit!”

“Do what? I ain’t done shit to you yet! You’re getting ready to find out what I’ma do.”

“You said I was your woman and you would never play me. I believed you. Why you gotta be a ho?”

He ignored her and turned to the guards. “I need to talk to the lieutenant.” They led him out of the visiting room.

Brittany received a serious beatdown. Her blouse was ripped. Her nose was busted and her ring torn out. Her lip was also bleeding, and she had an ugly scratch that started under her eye and went down to her chin.

When Angel got out into the lobby she yelled, “I want to see Santos’ visiting list or I’m pressing charges against all of you bas-tards that was grabbing on me.” Then she looked at Brittany. “I warned you, you fuckin’ bitch. You just had to try me,” she said, swinging at her and hitting her in the head. They whisked Brittany out of harm’s way, pushing her onto the elevator.

They ended up downstairs in the lieutenant’s office where Angel found out Brittany was not on his visiting list. She had paid Offficer Gallegos two hundred dollars to let her up.

Angel felt so stupid. Brittany wanted to press assault charges against Angel, and so a squad car was dispatched to the prison to take them downtown. When they got down to the station, crim-inal checks were run on both of them. It turned out that Kay had filed a restraining order against Brittany during her “pregnancy.” They didn’t arrest Angel for the assault, but she was given a court date for a hearing.

That evening when Angel got in, she called Tamara, Kay’s sister. “Tamara, this is Angel. You heard from your brother?” she asked nervously.

“You just missed him. He told me what you did, and girl, he is fired up at you. He told me to tell you to get the fuck out of his house.”

“Shit! Did he really say that?”

“Yup!”

“Damn! If he calls back, please tell him I admit that I was dead wrong and want to apologize. But I am not going nowhere until he calls me.”

“Y’all bitches are crazy. I’m trying to get an understanding. Tell me this: Does my brother have a big dick, or does he have mad skills?” She laughed.

“You are sick, and ain’t shit funny.”

“Come on Angel, tell me.”

“You better not tell him I told you this.”

“I won’t.”

“The answer is both,” Angel said, smiling.

“Ewwwww!” Tamara said with disgust.

“Well, you asked.”

“That is gross. Y’all bitches be sprung. Y’all be stalkin’ him. Y’all don’t know what ‘it’s over’ means. I’m surprised that Britt is the only one you’ve had to deal with so far. He turns y’all out then y’all turn fatal attraction on him.”

“Tamara, just tell him what I said.”

“He probably won’t call again until tomorrow. You better make sure the doors are locked and hope that he doesn’t send none of his henchmen over to throw your ass out.”

“He was that mad?”

“Oh yeah, you done did it,” Tamara rubbed it in.

“Shit!” Angel spat. “I went fuckin’ ballistic as soon as I saw that ho. I can’t believe I did that. And now that bitch is pressing charges. I should have broke her fucking neck. If he calls back, tell him I said to please call me.” She hung up feeling like shit.

Three days into the week, and Kay hadn’t once called her. He would usually call her several times a day. She called Tasha. “What are you doing?”

“Laying down. I’m tired. What time is it?” she yawned. “Almost 10:30.”

“Damn. I’ve been layin’ down since 7:00 and I’m still tired. I feel run down.”

“Have you been drinkin’ water?”

“Yeah, so what’s up?”

“I’m depressed.”

“He still hasn’t called?” Tasha giggled.

“It’s not funny. What am I going to do?”

“Miss Corporate Lawyer is asking for a humble and lowly peasant’s advice?”

“Bitch you are far from humble. But you always get put in the doghouse and manage to get out, so yeah, I want your advice.”

“You don’t listen, so I’m not even goin’ to waste my precious energy. Saturday night you want to go see the babies?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“Tasha, stop trippin’! I don’t want to do nothin’ but get my man back. I’m stressing. So what’s the plan?”

“I’m not sure if I want to help you.”

“Tasha, bitch stop playing. I’m serious.”

“Okay. Okay. But it’s simple. Just give him some.”

“What?”

“You heard me. The nigga is all tensed up. Give him some pussy, and everything will be back to normal.”

“That simple?”

“No, not that simple. You wanna knock the nigga’s socks off, put him in check so to speak. Can you take Friday off?”

“A sista’s gotta do what a sista’s gotta do.”

“For real though, you need to get off that high horse because nine out of ten of them hos runnin’ to the jailhouse who don’t be breakin’ a nigga off when they go see him got a nigga, or two, or three that they fuckin on the DL on the streets. So disregard that bullshit about, it’s degrading and I’m not going to allow him to disrespect me like that. Blah, blah, blah. If the nigga is a good man, fuck that! You better break him off. Let’s keep it real. I know you and Kay, y’all got the little phone sex thing going on, but, damn, don’t you think he wants to put it in? Don’t you want to feel it? Actually I don’t believe he’s letting you get away with not givin’ him none.”

“He knows I’m terrified. Tasha you gotta understand. Kaylin has a big-ass dick, and I’m very noisy when I’m getting fucked. I can’t see myself doing that in a public place.”

“Get over it. You’ll be going ballistic if he really do get some ho to come up there wearing a miniskirt and no panties who is willing and happy to do what you are terrified of doing.”

“If he pull some shit like that, I’ma kill him,” Angel threatened.

“You are crazy. You got balls, playa. Driving a Lex that he bought, living in his house, got all of his money, and still won’t break him off. Kay must be whipped because I don’t understand that shit.”

“I don’t know about that. He didn’t waste no time telling me to get the fuck out of his house. And the way he was twisting my arm, if the guards weren’t around I think he would have broke it.”

“A’ight. Since you understand that, you have to put up or shut up. Let’s do this. Friday is our day. I’ll spend the night at Kay’s Thursday night, and we’ll go to the spa, salon, and do some shopping everything on Friday. I’ll spend the night again for the visit. Isn’t Saturday little Malik’s day?” Tasha asked.

“It won’t be, this weekend. I’m on a mission.”