A Dollar And Dream. Carl Weber
And to think I could have been getting this shit every night if I had just looked past the money. But now it didn’t matter, ’cause it was a fifty-million-dollar dick and I had the ticket in my hand to prove it. I got the money, I got the money, I got the money!
“Paul, oh Paul. That’s it, baby. Tear that shit up! Tear it up! Please, baby, don’t stop. I love you, Paul. I love you. I’m not lying, Paul, I’m in love with you.” All of the tension I had been building up over the past days released as we both came together.
“Ahhhhhhh!” he moaned as he collapsed on my chest. We were both covered in sweat and breathing like we had just finished a two-hour Tae-Bo class.
“That was…that was the best I’ve ever had,” I huffed honestly when I was finally able to talk.
“So what do you think? Can I hit it again or what?” He smiled.
“You can hit it anytime you want.” I chuckled.
“Good. So what’d you do with that ticket?” He began looking around the bed.
“It’s right there.” I pointed at his chest, where the ticket was sticking to him like a tattoo. I peeled it off his chest then handed it to him. Then I lay on his chest until I fell asleep.
I don’t know what time it was when I woke up, but it was time to seal the deal. I wasn’t about to let Paul go, but I also wasn’t about to forget all my bills and my car, which I needed to retrieve from impound. “Paul.” I shook him until he was fully awake.
“What?” He smiled as he rolled over. “You want some more?”
“Yeah, actually I do, but before we get started, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what’s up?” He started to kiss his way downtown. I hesitated, enjoying his kisses until he hit my spot.
“Oh God, does that feel good,” I moaned.
“Don’t worry about what I’m doing. Ask your question.”
“I’m trying, but it’s hard to concentrate with you licking me like that.”
“Okay, I’ll stop.” He lifted his head and that made me mad.
“No, don’t stop,” I shouted.
He lowered his head and continued to lick me like I’ve never been licked before. After I came a good five or six times, he smiled confidently, kissing his way back up to my face. He kissed me passionately, then rolled me over and mounted me from the back. Goddamn, that shit was even better than what he did last night. And to be honest, I’d completely forgotten about the money. I was concentrating solely on the dick. He was hitting that shit so good the bed was moving across the room, and I didn’t give a damn if it went right through the wall as long as he didn’t stop. When he came, I came with him, and I’m sure everyone in the building knew it by the way he was making me scream.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to ask me something?” He rolled off me and I slid up his chest so we were eye to eye.
“Uh-huh,” I huffed.
“Well, what is it?”
I was so spent I was tempted to just say, “Forget it. I’ll talk to you about it later,” but I had promised myself I wouldn’t forget the money and this was an opportunity to get it.
“Now that you have all this money, do you think you could give me a loan? I mean, with fifty million, you won’t even miss a hundred thousand or two, would you?”
He laughed halfheartedly. “Did you just ask me to loan you a hundred thousand dollars?”
“Paul, if you gonna be my man, I need you to help me get back on my feet.” I reached down and took hold of his dick. To my surprise, it was soft as cotton. I didn’t understand that, because it was just hard a second ago.
“So all this was about was the money?” He sat up and damn near pushed me off him.
“No, I like making love to you. Hell, I love making love to you. I’m just saying now that you got the money, you need to help a sister out. You wanna help me out, don’t you?”
“Yeah, Kerri, I can help you,” he said gently, making me smile. “I can help you get the fuck out of my apartment, that’s what I can do! I should’ve known you were a gold-diggin’ ’ho when you started talking that Legal Seafoods and Moet bullshit. But for some reason I thought you were really digging me for me. Just get the fuck out.”
“Paul, it ain’t even like that and you know it.”
“All I know is that you ain’t no different than any other ’ho on the street, except they ask for their payment up front.”
“Paul, you’ve got this all wrong.”
“No, I don’t. You’re a gold-digger, Kerri. You don’t care about me. All you care about is money. The funny thing is, a woman doesn’t have to ask a real man for money. He makes sure his woman is taken care of no matter what. Now get the fuck out of my apartment.” He pointed at the door.
“You gonna regret this, Paul.”
“I already do, Kerri. Believe me. I already do.”
With that being said, I gathered my dignity and myself and sauntered back across the hall to my own apartment. I still ain’t get the money!
10
Rodney
I left Kerri’s apartment with a nice buzz and headed down the stairs after the get-together she had. I still couldn’t believe that punk Paul hit the lottery! But I’d seen the ticket with my own eyes, so there wasn’t no denying that. I guess that’s just the way shit is. All I needed was fifteen thousand to make me happy and that motherfucker upstairs was sitting on top of fifty million. I was gonna have to talk to him tomorrow and see if he could hit me off with a loan, otherwise I was gonna have to get out of town.
I walked into my apartment and flipped on the light. I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw big-ass Bubba sitting in my recliner.
“Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought I had ’til Monday night to pay y’all. How’d you get into my apartment, anyway?”
Bubba got up out of the recliner and walked over to me. “You do have till Monday,” Bubba growled. “But Big Red wanted me to make sure you understand how serious we are about our money. We wouldn’t want you to leave town or anything like that.”
“I wouldn’t leave town,” I told him nervously.
“Oh yeah, so why the hell are your bags packed in your bedroom?”
“Ah, ah…”
He grabbed me by the neck and lifted me off the ground, giving me one hard smack across the face. Blood sprayed from my nose.
“Big Red wanted me to ask you a question. Do you know anybody who lives at 365 Chestnut Road?”
“Yeah, my mom. Why?” Oh shit. Not my family!
“What about 78 Wilkens Street?”
“My baby’s mom and my son. Why? What you want with them?” I was trying to sound tough, but I was so scared I was about to piss on myself.
“’Cause if you’re not here on Monday, we gonna see them. And believe me, it’s not gonna be pretty. Understand?” He dropped me on the floor and inspected his shirt. “You got blood on my shirt. Add seven dollars to that fifteen thousand, ’cause you gonna pay for it to be cleaned.”
Bubba walked out of my apartment and I lay on the floor for a few minutes, trying to think of my next move. I knew Bubba wasn’t joking about going to see my mom or my baby’s mom if I wasn’t here on Monday. I got my ass up, went over to the phone, and dialed my mother’s number.
“Hello?”
“Ma,