Youngin' Blues: The Story of Reed and RaKeem (21 page)

Inside of one of the encrypted emails that had been requested to send to KinZu for briefing, Loe expressed her longing to lick every nook and cranny on KinZu’s stature. With glee, she’d read and replied to KinZu’s response immediately, setting up their very first encounter. Since Loe had first gotten a taste of the sweet nectar that KinZu oozed, she’d been hooked ever since.

She desperately wanted KinZu to join her and her husband in bed, but that would reveal KinZu and Daniel’s nonexistent marriage, and Loe wasn’t comfortable with that. Although she knew that KinZu didn’t offer penetration, she would settle for eating her pussy while her husband fucked her from behind. Loe also wanted to pleasure KinZu with her husband, both licking her insides simultaneously.

Looking into KinZu’s eyes, Loe restrained from reaching out, drawing her face to KinZu’s, and kissing her round pouty lips. Trying to rid herself of the thoughts, she wiped her mouth and smelled the remains of KinZu. It was the closets she’d get to tasting her lips. Knowing the regulations and rules, Loe got control of herself. One wrong move could end their business arrangement, and that would be devastating.

“Until next time.” KinZu nodded, opening the door and leaving Loe behind.

1

The ringing of the school’s bell caused KinZu to do a silent praise dance in her head. The children had driven her nuts all day. It was as if their parents had loaded their breakfast with chocolate. Even at naptime, no one had actually fallen asleep. As frustrating as it was, KinZu didn’t bother fussing because there would be no use. Instead, she took the time to develop lesson plans and grade homework –daring her little ones to make a sound.

KinZu, teacher by day and escort by night, wasn’t the average. Just as diverse as night and day, she was a completely different woman during the hours of 7-4pm. KinZu was an award winning educator, top rated teacher, and the best counselor to grace Shady Groove Elementary.

The children loved her, and the teachers couldn’t be more proud to work along side of such a brilliant soul. Her light shined through efforts to better their school, and its surroundings. Just last year, KinZu had donated $100,000 of one of her client’s earnings to the school in order to build a new playground and school gym.

“Tired, huh?” Johnathan asked.

Lifting her head from her desk, she frowned. Without glancing, she’d already known who was at her door. Disgust overcame her as she met eyes with the dingiest scumbag of them all. “Close my door behind you.” KinZu spat, dismissing the cunt without another word.

But of course, he disregarded her statement, and pushed forward. “The children ran you wild. I see. Let me treat you to a massage or something, KinZu. Don’t be like that.” He begged like a sick puppy.

Twisting her face upward as if Johnathan reeked off corn chips and ass, KinZu nearly threw her planner across the room at his handsome face. “Leave, Johnathan.”

“KinZu.” He held his hands out in a pleading motion. “Listen, I’ve apologized a million times, love. What more can I do to get you to forgive me?”

“You can leave me the fuck alone is what you can do.” She barked.

Just as KinZu went to tear into the cat eyed, light skinned, dapper down brother, a fellow teacher burst into her room. Feeling as if Johnathan been spared, KinZu smiled and at her co-worker before turning back to give Johnathan the side eye. Karen had come to thank KinZu for saving her butt early. After Karen’s wallet had “allegedly” been stolen, she’d brought her lunch, and filled her tank.

Women like Karen were the main reason that KinZu was in the profession that she was in. She thought of them as sad cases. Karen made enough money to not need for anything, but she allowed her sorry excuse of a husband deplete her funds every time that she was paid. It was men such as him that had her taking these other guys for all that they had. She felt as if she was an advocate for women across the globe. For every dime the lousy men in their lives taken, she was getting back. 

“I just wanted to say thanks again!”

“No problem!” KinZu waved her off. “That’s what girlfriends are for.”

KinZu had one friend, and her name was Reed Coleman. Any other woman that she associated herself with was merely a girlfriend. It was simply a standard phrase that her mother had used to described women that she was in constant contact with. It had carried on into KinZu’s vocab.

“Really…” Karen paused with saddened eyes, some shit that KinZu could give a fuck about, “Thanks. You don’t know how much that meant to me. As soon as I can, I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t insult me.” KinZu raged. She meant every word. Karen needed every single coin possible to keep that scum of hers around. KinZu wasn’t sweating the $50 she’d shelled out.

“Have a nice day, and thanks again.” Karen tucked her tail behind her ass and took her insecurities elsewhere, because KinZu wasn’t the one to aid them.

“You can’t keep bailing them out, Kin.” Johnathan spoke, closing in on KinZu.

Her disgust returned with each step that he drew. “Back the hell up, Johnathan. In fact, just leave, and close my door behind you. I only have an hour to finish up here.” She waved as if she was swatting away at an annoying fly. Unlike other teachers who took “work” home with her, KinZu wasn’t one of them. She dedicated an hour after school to complete tasks, and left the remainder for another day. While away, her time was hers.

“Please, let me take you to dinner. It’s the least I can do.”

There was a time that KinZu would’ve jumped at the opportunity. Days and nights would go by and KinZu would hope and pray for a call from Johnathan, requesting her presence at dinner. Hell, she would’ve taken McDonald’s had he offered it. Her prayers were always unanswered, and her hope was compromised. Eventually the thoughts dwindled, and KinZu chucked up her loses as they came –day by day.

KinZu rebuffed to respond. It was pointless. She’d just stir Johnathan up even more. This was routine for the two, and it seemed to be never ending. Since graduating college, KinZu had been employed as a kindergarten teacher at the same school. Unfortunately, the year prior, the school had been assigned a new principal. Lord behold, it was her ex boyfriend.

A few days out of the week, Johnathan would catch her alone and try his luck. Each and every time, KinZu displayed her lack of interest in her actions, words, and facial expressions. Unfortunately for her, Johnathan just didn’t comprehend. He thought that if he kept at it, she’d eventually give in, but he couldn’t have been mistaking more. Quite frankly, she wished he’d just leave her the hell alone.

After the pain that he’d caused, KinZu wanted nothing to do with him. She even hated the fact that he was her boss, but she wouldn’t dare leave her job. It wasn’t about the money with KinZu. She genuinely had a passion for children, and she yarned the connection that she had with them each day. With all that she had going on in her night life, she never missed a day’s work.

Mornings were restricted when clientele scheduled, unless the weekend. Because of Johnathan, she would never be able to have children, so the ones that she taught and mentored were her babies. KinZu loved each and everyone of them as if they were her own. For most of them, she was the brightest part of their day, and she took her role as an educator very serious.

“Kin,” Johnathan beckoned for her attention, but her mind had ventured to another place –a place that she’d never go back to. She’d briefly reminisced about the time that she feared she’d never get over Johnathan. Their breakup had cost her years of pain, and she remember the shit like it was just yesterday.

“KIN!” he yelled, bringing her back to reality.

“Johnathan, just fuck off, okay!” KinZu yelled.

Jumping from her seat, she grabbed her coat and purse. Johnathan sat in silence, but didn’t move a muscle. He was still dealing with the heartbreak that he’d caused just as much as KinZu was avoiding it. It had taken him years to come to the conclusion that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He wondered where their lives would be had he never forced her to abort their twins, shamed her in front of the entire college campus, rejected her calls and visits, or turned her into the cold bitch that she was today.

For the most obvious reasons, he predicted that they would be doing well –married and building their family together. It was only a thought, which saddened Johnathan’s reality. True enough, he’d treated her like trash, but he couldn’t help but feel like she was dragging him through the slums with her harshness. As much as he prayed for her forgiveness, he knew that she needed more time –and seeing him daily didn’t make things any less complicated.

Like a silly fool, though, he still held on to a bit of hope. The way that KinZu responded to him made him think that she still harbored deep feelings for him. While he thought they were good feelings, he was sadly mistaken. The feelings of resentment, neglect, and scorn that KinZu harbored were everything but pleasant.

“Wait…” he tried grabbing KinZu’s arm, but she quickly snatched away. Whipping back around, she commenced to relieve just a bit of her pain.

WHAP!

Past emotions flew to the forefront, causing KinZu to raise her hand and strike Johnathan’s face. They were in their workplace, but at this point KinZu didn’t give a damn. She owed him that one and many more. Nodding his head, Johnathan admitted to himself that he deserved it. It had been a long time coming, and he’d expected the physical much sooner than now. However, he’d take it, either way. Whatever was need for KinZu to get through her pain and aggression to forgive him, he’d allow.

WHAP.

It felt so good that KinZu had to do it again.

WHAP!

And then again.

The fourth time her hand raised, Johnathan caught it mid air. There was no way in hell that she was going to continue to release her rage onto his face. If she wanted to hash some things out, he’d most definitely be down, but fighting wasn’t the answer to her pent up frustrations.

“KINZU!” Johnathan yelled. He bit the inside of his lip to contain the hostility that had quickly surfaced. “You must stop it!” He begged. KinZu tried to free herself, but he held her tightly. “Stop it!” Taking heed, she gave up the fight.

A horrid expression covered KinZu’s face as she tried to catch her breath. For years, she’d claimed to be over the hurt and pain that her first love had caused, but it was all a lie. She would forever be scorn by the hardships caused by his carelessness, and there wasn’t much she could do about it. Years of covering up the pain made her feel better, temporarily. However, she wanted to rid it forever!

Given, the two were young. Unfortunately, it did not excuse his neglectfulness and selfishness. For years, he’d been everything to KinZu, and she had thought the feelings were mutual. Life happened, and she recognized the fool that she’d been for Johnathan. The permanent damage that he’d caused was irreparable.

“Just…” she yelled, but stopped mid sentence to look into the eyes that once held her heart captive. As she stood with her hands forced behind her back, heaving chest, and a heavy heart, KinZu broke. “Just leave.” She succumbed to the massive break that she’d been avoiding.

With everything in her, she willed herself not to cry. Johnathan hadn’t deserved her love all of those years ago, so he sure as hell didn’t deserve her tears now. Lifting her left Prada pump up, she slammed it onto his right toe, causing him to yelp in pain and let her arms go. She then kneed him in the nuts with her right knee.

“Asshole!” she called him, slightly satisfied with the pained look on his handsome face. God was he a beautiful man.

“Urgh!” Johnathan released his grip and bent over, grabbing at his crotch area.

KinZu used this moment to rid herself of the heartbreaking fool that had come to capture her, again. She wasn’t going out like a sucker this time. Whimpering to his requests were no longer something that KinZu could do.

There was a time that she’d dreamt of him even saying two words to her, but those days were over. College was some odd years behind KinZu, and she had now adapted to a new mindset and mind frame. Neither of them consisted of entertaining fuck boys –free of charge.

KinZu dashed for the hallway, and bumped right into another co-worker, leaving. Turning on her charm, she immediately became professional. Her smile was believable as she passed up a few other departing staff members. The minute she saw her car, KinZu breathed a sigh of relief.

“UHHHHH!” KinZu screamed as she slammed her car door, furious and upset.

The driver side window of her Karma Fisker rattled upon impact, but she didn’t give a damn. No one was paying her any mind, but she felt as if the entire world had their eyes on her. The harsh reality of her fucked up life bit her in the ass like a blood sucking mosquito.

The clients, the late nights, the flights, the galas, the balls, the janitorial closets, the account transfers, the fraud affairs, and arranged encounters were all direct effects of the hurting that Johnathan had bestowed on a younger KinZu. He turned her cold… so cold that she’d never return. For his mistakes, every man had to pay.

Ramming her hand into the steering wheel, she refused to mask her anger. The fuel to her fire had given way for the mass combustion of emotions. KinZu just wanted to be over it, to be over everything that she’d suffered through, but until then she’d make these motherfuckers suffer with her. Wiping her face of the salty liquid that had poured from her eyes, she started her engine, keyless, and reversed her car.

Sound wasn’t present as she drove to the lonely hills. Her home was in a secluded subdivision were only five other homes were near. The rural area was off limits to the city’s thugs and low lives. The most prestigious in Philly resided in the space that KinZu claimed as her community. Children were absent, and so was life. It was beautiful, but it was dead as fuck in the boonies. Strangely, she preferred it that way.

Slamming her car door for the second time within the hour, KinZu stormed through her garage. Luckily the sun was still peeking, so she was able fetch her keys and place them in the correct hole to gain access to her home. The sweet smell of pumpkin spice welcomed her into her adobe. The Glade plugins kept her sane on days that had tried, relentlessly, to drive her insane.

KinZu ran for her bedroom, kicking off her shoes before stepping onto her plush white mink flooring, which was throughout her entire house. The only areas protected from the heap of softness was the kitchen, laundry room, and bathrooms. It was the winter, and KinZu was forever cold. During the winters, she preferred the mink flooring over the marble that laid beneath. Once the heat began to kick in, she’d have it taken up and stored for the year to come.