I was up late chatting with Deacon through my computer. After that was over, I was alone and very tired. I felt sexual though. I think I always do. Then at about 3:00 a.m. I got a call from Terrance. He told me he wanted pussy. I was tired but I liked what he did to me last time so I told him to come get me. He got there about ten minutes later. I was in a t-shirt and panties, which is how I usually am while I’m at home with my computer. I wasn’t prepared to go out anywhere. It was dark and late though, so I didn't care. I grabbed my purse and went out to his car in the t-shirt and panties. Terrence seemed to like it. When he got me to his place, I danced for him. And I did a lot of the little tricks I like to do, in spite of how tired I was. Then finally it was his turn and we did what he brought me there for. I think our endeavor lasted about one hour.
When it was done, I was ready to go to sleep. I was good. I know I was good. I lied on my side, naked on his bed. I curled up with one of his sheets wrapped around me and fell asleep while he was in the shower. That’s the way it’s supposed to go. But he woke me up as soon as he got out of the shower. I had to struggle to see him clearly. Then he said, “Baby you have to go.”
I was completely confused. So I just looked at him and said, “What?”
He said again, “You have to go.”
So I asked him why. Then he explained to me, his woman was going to be home soon and he needed me out of there before she got back. I got upset pretty quickly. You see, I think if a man is going to fuck a woman, he should at least let her spend the night with him. It was close to 4:30 a.m. It was cold outside and all I had was the t-shirt, bra, and panties I came there with. I was tired too. Also, the buses stop going sometime shortly after midnight so I would have to walk a long distance, in cold weather, in my underwear to get home. I told him something along the line of “Fuck that. I’m going to sleep.”
He continued to nag me despite my legitimate complaints about being forced to leave. I asked to borrow his car so I could drive home but he explained that it was his woman’s car and she would notice it missing. Some harsh words were spoken, and there was some shoving and yelling that ended with me outside of his place. My ringing of the doorbell and yelling at the door were both ignored. My pleas for a blanket or coat, or just a phone call were ignored too. I had no intention of leaving so I just sat on the ground in front of his door, waiting for things to get better. A lot of my flesh was exposed to the open air. There was light rain. I curled up as much as I could, trying to generate heat as the rain slowly soaked me. I was out there a very long time.
Eventually I managed to make myself reasonably comfortable for a woman who was freezing naked in the rain. It was cold, dark, and dreary so I didn't worry too much about somebody finding me and trying to do something to me. My body stopped shivering as I adjusted to the weather somewhat. There was plastic wrap in my purse that I use in case Megan wants to get freaky, and I used it to protect my hair from the rain. I thought to myself how much men fuck me over when I try to be good to them. I thought about how I fully intended to kill this one at the next available opportunity. Then I saw a car pull up and stop. I got really defensive, thinking “this is a Negro, it’s 5:00 a.m. and I’m gone have to kill him.”
It turned out to be a woman. I felt relieved because I could defend myself against a woman a lot easier than a man. She was a very pretty woman, and she walked right up to me, staring at me as I sat curled up in front of the door. I looked up at her, glad to not be the only person out in the rain. She had an expression that was difficult to read. Then she stepped around me and unlocked the door. So I was thinking this is my chance to get back inside, and I would like to have a conversation with this woman about how I got put out so she could come in. I didn't speak. I just followed her. She didn't speak either. She just went straight into the bedroom where Terrance was sleeping. She shook him and called out, “Trent!”
He woke up. Then he looked at her and said something I didn't understand. Then she turned to me and said, “What the fuck is this?”
I recognize a bitch with heart. I’m certain we both knew there was going to be a fight before the argument even started. I think she also realized I had a height and weight advantage on her, which is why she waited until she was inside and her man was awake before she started talking shit. Terrance turned very typical of a man who was caught with two women, and tried to blame it all on the wet crazy woman in her underwear. I wasted no time making it clear he had brought me into his home and fucked me, with the intent of getting rid of me before she got home. It really seemed to me like both of us should have jumped on Terrance. It didn't go down that way though. She felt like she owned this man so both of them had an interest in getting rid of me. I had no intention of leaving without a ride home.
Lots of comments were fired about Terrance bringing a “half naked bitch” into their home. All I really said was I want a ride home and some comments about how he told me his name was Terrance and told her his name was Trent. I asked him if there was a third girl who thought his name was D’arby. They didn't know what they fuck I was talking about. Everything was cool until she put her hands on me. She tried to use her body to move my body out of there. She’s a sophisticated woman too. I enjoyed delivering a few blows to her sophisticated guts and chest. Then she just looked at me and all that sophistication snapped back to ghetto as she threw a blow directly at my face. I caught her fist and delivered a series of blows to her guts waist, deliberately missing her guts. She said “Get her out of here” and turned to walk away.
That’s not how it works though. When a grown ass woman puts her hands on another grown ass woman, she should not expect to be allowed to walk away. See, you either beat down or get beat down. I grabbed that bitch by her neck and snatched her back to me. I saw the fear in her eyes for a second. Then it quickly turned to determination. The fear, of knowing a chance to escape was taken away, quickly became a thing of the past. Now there was only the option of fighting to win. She started punching and kicking me to the best of her ability. I took punches to my face and my body. I felt my body shaking.
She was shaking me. Making me quake. Rocking me. I think I went through every synonym I had for shaking, just thinking about the situation. It wasn’t hurting me too bad. I’m a tough girl. But it looked devastating. And I knew her man liked to see her making my body shake in my t-shirt and panties. She wasn’t going to outfight me physically, but she stood a chance of outfighting me sexually. I couldn’t have that. I had to make her body do things she couldn’t even imagine.
She had a black sweater and black jeans on. I threw her arms down and turned her body so her back was to me. Then I yanked her sweater up over her head and snatched it off of her. She turned around to face me again, with her buttoned-down shirt and black jeans. She tried to renew her attack but I threw her arms down again and hacked her shirt open. She had a pretty lace bra. I snatched that off of her too, and left her in her jeans and open shirt. I heard her say “this bitch is crazy.” And try to walk away again. I snatched her back and prepared to get serious with her. Making her shake wasn’t enough. She made me shake. I fully intended to make this bitch airborne, with breasts, ass, pussy, and legs flying.
She looked at me like she was waiting to see what I would do. Then she kind of gasped as I took her upper body and swung her toward the bed. She screamed as she fell over and her legs went into the air as her body tumbled over the bed. I never let go of her. Then I snatched her back up and swung her around the other way. Her body spun around. Breasts were flying now. I took her and threw her down, watching her tumble across the floor. Then I took her legs. I remembered Deacon telling me how in his city it was very common for a bitch to strip another bitch and drag her. She started yelling at me as I dragged her across the room. I thought about getting her naked. There was a bigger issue though. There was blood on my face.
So I came down on this bitch and straddled her, sitting on her pussy. Then I just started pimp slapping the shit out of her. Backhand hits. I did it till I saw blood. As I sat on her, I explained to her that I had to do that because she made my face bloody. Then I got her up and snatched her shirt off of her. Then I swung her around again, making her body spin. I really didn't want to hurt her. I just wanted to show that I had control of her body. If I wasn’t so tired, I probably would have tried to make her body to more creative things. After swinging her around and making her fall to the ground several more times, I took her out of her jeans.
I took this bitch in her panties and got her on her knees. I was standing behind her. She had a ghetto ass. So I held her there and asked her, “Did he slap your ass too? He slapped my ass?” And then I slapped her ass. I turned to Terrance again and asked, “Is this the way you like it?” Then I started aggressively attacking her ass with my hands until she yelled “Get the fuck off of me!”
I pushed her over and go on top of her. Then I asked, “Are you gonna call the police on me bitch?”
She didn't answer me. I took her leg and brought it up so her knee was close to her shoulder. I thought about hurting her bad. Then I got up and made Terrance/Trent take me home.
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