Nympho (22 page)

“Miss, would you come with me please,” the counselor called when I was in the middle of finishing a sentence.

I stuffed the letter I was writing to Trey in my purse and followed him back into the testing area. After I followed him around the corner and sat in the chair, I began to swallow hard and shake. Innocence took off and left Leslie high and dry. Fear rolled up next to me, and I must admit that my bold persona shut down, leaving me vulnerable to the truth.

“You tested anonymously, correct?”

“Yes. I can't look! No, no. I can't. I've been such a whore. What if, what if I'm going to die? I don't want to know,” I said, crying after my spontaneous outburst.

“Miss, here it is. Look at your test results, and at least you'll know,” he urged.

I cried harder as I began walking around the room in circles, finally resting my head on an army green filing cabinet.

“Miss . . . Miss. It's okay. Look,” the man insisted. “I think you'll want to see this.”

I swung my head around and looked at the results.

“Now when the line is going across on this top bar, it means that no HIV has been detected in your saliva. You're okay.”

“I am?”

“Yes.”

I cried and cried as I looked at the testing strip again. I began to shake from becoming so emotional. I finally mustered the strength to speak. “Is this one hundred percent accurate?”

“The rapid results test is 99.8% accurate.”

I stared at the testing strip once more. Phase two of my new life had begun, after seeing the results in black and white. I was negative! I thanked Jesus over and over again as my face grew hot.

“Now that you know your status, you have to keep these test results negative. Use a condom each and every time you have sex,” the counselor told me.

“I know. I know. You're right,” I agreed, wiping my tears away.

After the counselor and I had a private conversation, I humbly thanked him for his patience. While contemplating what happened, I reached over to hug him.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you so much for being nice to me. I'm going through so much right now,” I said, realizing that I'd grabbed him inappropriately.

Afterward, I asked him for free condoms. He left and returned with a small stash to drop in my purse. I dropped them inside of my bag noticing that I heard people leaving for the day. Since I was his last appointment, something came over me—I wanted to hold on to his time and manipulate it.

“I'll never have unprotected sex again. I guess I should know how to put a condom on a man properly though. I know this is awkward but I want to ask while I have the guts,” I explained.

“Well, I don't have anything to demonstrate on in here. I'd have to go get something.”

I touched his arm. “Yes, you do.
Yourself
,” I flirted, smiling.

I began to feel wetness between my legs, and I couldn't ward Innocence off, even during a serious time like this. The man cleared his throat and began to blush. I walked over to him, unfastened and unzipped his pants, then looked him in the eyes.

“Let's celebrate the fact that I won't ever have unprotected sex again,” I explained, rolling the condom down on his penis. I lowered my mouth between his slacks and began sucking him. He started to moan, moving my head back and forth toward his erection.

“Miss . . . Miss. Did you hear what I said?” the counselor asked.

“What?”

“I said you're okay.”

“Yes, I heard every word,” I told him, realizing that I had been fantasizing over the most unlikely “victim.” The problem was I was wet as hell and still couldn't control myself. I left the small office, equipped with protection, wishing my libido would give me a break. A new phase of my life had begun, after seeing the results in black and white.

“'Scuse me, sweetheart. Which way is 495? I'm on my way up the highway and I'm not from around here,” the stranger said, pulling over.

“It's easier for me to show you,” I explained. “The thing is, I'm waiting on my ride,” I said, swaying my hips in that way that made men hoot and holler at me. My newfound knowledge made me more smug, instead of scaring me straight.

“I'll drop you where you need to go, if you answer one question.”

“What?” I asked, bending over.

“Do you like orgies, ropes, handcuffs, whips, chains, doggy fucking or sitting on top of a dick? Sex in a car, park, or public bathroom? What's your style, ma?”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was like music to my ears, and I was nearly salivating at the thought of getting off. I put my safety aside and hopped in his car for a quickie.

“To answer your question, I like anything that will make my ride home smoother. I like it all. But for starters, how about anything goes in a car—this car,” I said, trying to get a peek at his crotch.

When the man's wheels rolled around to the back of the parking lot, he unfastened his pants and showed me exactly what I wanted to see. I pulled out a condom, and rolled it down on his penis as I had done in my fantasy a few moments prior.

“Here's your appetizer, since you want to know so much about what I do and don't like,” I told him. I needed some dick in my mouth so I sucked on him until my jaws hurt. Although I was giving him a covered blow job, I was giving him some good head, massaging and sucking on his balls at the same time. He began to moan so I knew he was enjoying it. When I raised my head, I slipped and said, “Trey. Oh Trey. Oooh, baby. Trey. I knew you'd like this if you just let me—”

“Don't be calling no nigga's name at a time like this, bitch,” the man snapped. I had obviously pissed him off.

“Who are you calling a bitch?”

“You. Give me some respect, you crazy ass—”

“I know you better get off my got damn man!” a woman screamed, her burgundy braids swinging wildly. She was toting a toddler and put down the carrier to come at me like she wanted to get something started.

“Um, baby, baby! Um,” the man stuttered. “Take it easy!”

“Baby, nothing! You were out here getting your Johnson sucked by some nasty freak? Now I see why you always want to wait in the car while the baby gets checkups. I knew you were up to something . . . out here looking to pick up hoochies in the parking lot,” she ranted.

I raised my head as she opened the car door. She pulled me out of the car by my hair.

“Why can't you hoes leave married men alone?”

“You ain't all that anyway, so shut up!” I yelled. “Why can't your man be more careful who he picks up and plays nasty with in parking lots? Obviously, you're not all that he's living for because I just left the clinic and he
still
was about to hit this!”

Her husband flew out of the car and pulled the woman off of me. Without speaking, I ran toward my vehicle, dodging expletives, and the sound of the baby screaming for attention. When I reached my ride, I squealed tires, throwing up my middle finger as I sped past the woman and her trifling husband. She struggled to throw a used pamper at my car. Small balls of shit flew in the air as the pamper managed to hit my trunk. I looked in my rearview mirror and watched it fall. I don't know if it would've mattered if I would've known her little broke down man was married, but I was pissed as hell that I got played.

Rolling down the highway, I wiped saliva from my arm, ashamed of what I'd done, and feeling as though I would've been better off buying batteries for my vibrator until further notice. Whenever I was having sex, I felt in control of my life. I knew I was out of control, but just as Trey claimed, I needed counseling so I could tighten up my life and keep my legs crossed for more than a twenty-four hour period.

I turned my cell phone back on. I noticed I had a total of ten messages. When I began to retrieve them, I could hear bodies smacking and a couple moaning without words being spoken. Bed springs squeaking loudly made my pulse quicken. Was it a wife, girlfriend, or full-time lover of someone's path I crossed? At the time, I just didn't know but something told me Deja's looney self had flipped out. Feeling aggravated, I deleted each one and dismissed it as a childish stunt, until I reached the tenth one. Voices drifted into my ear. When they did, my world went blank. I couldn't help but to want to listen to the bizarre scene, although it would be an understatement to say I was fuming.

“Papi is going to give you a treat today. Do you like this?” the man asked.

“No, I don't like it—I love it,” the woman cooed. “Hit that shit, Daddy! Oh yeah, that's the spot. Keep doing it just like that. That's what I'm talkin' about!” she exclaimed sounding like a home girl from the hood.

“What in the heeeell!” I mumbled to myself.

“Did you miss your papi, la joya? Is your mind made up, my jewel?” he asked as the woman kept moaning. She struggled to articulate her words in between heavy breaths. “Act like it and give me my pussy, because you're mine now! Todo de su cuerpo es para mi, you bad girl! Your husband can't compete with Rico. You're out here in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay, so stop holding back,” he said. “Fuck me like you mean it. Scream for me, puta. Make Rico's fantasies come true.”

At that second, I finally understood how Tanya felt.

As the woman screamed, losing control, I simultaneously screamed, “No! No! No, please. Noooo!” The next thing I remember, I could feel myself breaking out in a cold sweat as I sped along. As my heart pounded, I stuck my foot on the gas as hard as I could, in pursuit of the dirty dog, Rico. Even if I had to wait all evening for him to return from were he'd once taken me, I would. I lost my fiancé because of his stalker ass, and now he was going for my other jugular vein. After all, the voice in the background belonged to someone I knew all too well. This time, my former baby's daddy was using the identical game he used on me to break off my rival and sister . . .
Angela
!

I
rocked back and forth in the driver's seat, laying on my car horn and cussing out of the window. Innocence's original plans were foiled. I was stuck in rush hour traffic on the Baltimore Washington Parkway and felt the pressure build as I proceeded down the highway at a snail's pace then stopped.

“Get the hell out of my way. Move iiiiiiiiit! Move it, you slow driving dick faces!” I yelled like a crazed maniac.

The person in the car in front of me threw up their hands as if to say, “What do you want me to do, can't you see this place is a parking lot? I can't go anywhere either.” When I pulled my head back into my car, I turned to the right and noticed a man dressed in a shirt and tie changing his tire on the slim shoulder of the highway. An evil thought crept into my mind as I recalled that pretty boy Rico loved to speed with his convertible top down. My rage-filled screaming bout transformed into a slow diabolical laugh as I finally understood that I'd been going about getting back at Rico in all the wrong ways. I surfed the radio stations until sinister sounding rock and roll music set the mood for evil thoughts to be conjured and collected in my head. While rocking back and forth, I began working out the sordid details of improperly tightened lug nuts breaking and resulting in all four wheels falling off.

The first thing I needed to do was get my hands on a BMW lug wrench, someone else's ride, and a well-informed thug who could help me fuck up some wheels. Hey, that Innocence bitch was always plotting and scheming on how to break the motherfucker up. But this time, I was determined to pull a strategy of a different flavor out of my hat. Nothing was going to stop me this time. Absolutely nothing. Ruining my wedding plans, fucking my sister, and stealing the money that was earned from me laying on my back spelled a final round of I Declare War.

 

Everyone has at least one person who knows someone with street contacts, so I placed a call to an associate who put me in touch with a friend of a friend with real street smarts and some sort of prison record. Bow Legs came highly recommended to give me some ideas on a “personal matter,” so long as I caught up with him while he was good and sober.

My contact urged me not to discuss anything over the phone and agreed to meet me at an isolated address up in the cut of a spot in North East, D.C. I did . . . in Trey's car. I still had his car key on my ring, and I felt like taking advantage of not being spotted in my ride or creating a paper trail by renting one. I explained my loose lug plan to Bow Legs, although I didn't explain why.

“Now shortie, that's some suburban, Marsha Brady thinking shit right there. If you want to risk him trying to figure out that a wobble was coming from loose lug nuts, do thangs your way. But if you really want to be slick, cut each tire down to the cord with a box cutter knife, and stop at a certain place. I'm not saying how I know, but I'm just saying that's how it would go down with peeps in the hood,” he told me.

“That's what I want,” I said, agreeing. “Can you do this tonight? Time is running out, and I need this done tonight.”

“That all depends.”

“On what?”

“I've got you, Bow Legs,” I said, showing him the money. “How's thirty dollars for gas, plus two hundred to help a sister out?” I showed him the money and handed him a carton of cigarettes for a tip, as my contact suggested, just to be certain he wouldn't say no. “Now I'm not trying to be funny, but I can't hand this over until I come back. Consider the smokes a deposit.”

The other tip I was told was not to give Bow Legs the money up front because he'd get his head bad and I wouldn't be able to find him.

He nodded. “We both need to change clothes though. The last thing we want is to draw attention to ourselves. Do you have something black?” he asked, opening the carton of cigarettes.

“Yes. I have an all black outfit I can throw on.”

“This is what we're going to do. We'll take separate cars. As soon as I cut the tires, I'm out—you're on your own and Bow Leg's don't know nothing. I never seen you, and you never seen me.”

“I got it Bow Legs. I'm not going to say anything,” I replied in a whiny voice.

“So how long will it take you to change and come back?”

“Not even forty minutes.”

“All right. Now listen, don't take no vacation. Hurry up and ring my phone once when you pull up out front of here,” he told me, lighting up a cigarette.

“I will. In fact, I'll be back sooner if I can,” I said.

Two hours later, Bow Legs and I were quietly circling the waterfront neighborhood in Annapolis where I had once visited with Rico and his friends. It didn't take me long to spot Rico's car across the street from where his friend's boat was docked before.

Luckily, he didn't drive his crotch rocket. He took the Beamer out for a spin. I turned off my car lights and nodded to Bow Legs. He turned off his lights, hit all four tires with the box cutter, and then rolled out. I couldn't believe how fast he worked but I took a chance that he wasn't bluffing about knowing what to do.

I waited in the parking lot of a small shopping center off of Arundel on the Bay Road. I fought sleep as I anticipated Rico passing by with Angela at any time. About three o'clock in the morning, I spotted Rico's tail lights moving past my location. While expediting extreme caution, I eased out of the parking lot, getting close enough to confirm his tag number. After I did, I chuckled as I trailed behind and watched him entertain Angela with his same old predictable lover boy routine. As they headed toward Aris T. Allen Boulevard, I shook my head back and forth at the thought that I'd finally stumped the one who thought he knew it all. In fact, when he stopped at the light, Rico grew even more comfortable, cranking the radio while dropping his top. As soon as the light turned green, he was playing in Angela's hair with his right hand, nibbling on her ear instead of keeping his eyes on the road. After playing with Ms. Bimbo Bitch, he turned the curve in the road, and exited off toward Washington D.C., kicking his speed up to a good eighty miles per hour on the dark, sparsely traveled highway.

By the time I popped a Life Saver in my mouth, I watched a deer appear from a wooded area, and dart in Rico's path, from over top of a high hill. Rico smacked on his brakes and laid on his horn. I slowed my car down and stopped as I watched his back left tire blow out, then the right one, and finally the remaining two. About twenty seconds after he hit the animal, I could hear shrill screams and smell burning rubber. Obviously, Rico was fighting to steer the lopsided car but he had no control over the vehicle's direction. The deer rolled up on his windshield, and over his car, then fell off near the driver's side. Rico's convertible spun around in two revolutions, tipped over, and he was ejected in a wooded area near the side of the road. When the vehicle hit the railing, glass shattered and flew in every possible direction. By the time I heard one final crash, I noticed that neither Angela nor Rico's airbag deployed. The hood of the car was crushed, and I heard a steady hissing noise that told me what was left of the car could catch fire or explode any second. My eyes followed the mangled pieces of metal that were strewn all over the highway—even I couldn't believe what had happened so fast.

I smiled when I recalled that Angela was still inside of the vehicle and that Rico had gone flying through the air like a big bird and landed in the woods. When I stopped Trey's car from a distance on the shoulder of the road, I watched a frantic man pull over and hop out. He was so loud and hysterical that I could hear most of what he was saying in between his screams for help into his cell phone.

“I pulled over to help someone at the scene of an accident. There's a woman that's been in a terrible car accident. We're off of route 50 just before the Davidsonville exit. She needs an ambulance now! I don't see the driver. She looks to be unconscious, and I'm not sure if she's even alive—hurry! I don't think I should move her because she could have spinal or neck injuries. Help! What should I do? The car seems like it may explode at any second!”

I snapped my fingers. “Damn! I wonder if I can get a refund for the prepaid phone I bought from 7-11. I was at least prepared to dial 911 for you and dirty Rico, Angela. Like you said, you materialistic, vain bitch, teachers don't make hardly enough money,” I mumbled to myself.

I gloated as I started up Trey's ride and rode past the scene of the accident. I headed for home and popped the cork of a bottle of finely aged wine I'd been saving for years. As I sipped on a glass of the best stuff in my house, I washed the stress away with a nice candlelit bath, while listening to one of the relaxation tapes Angela had left. I tilted my head back, began splashing water all over the place, and then laughed uncontrollably. By the time my bath water cooled, I felt as if I didn't own a single care in the world! I slowly stepped out of the tub. The water made a swishing noise. I stood on a pink bath mat then reached over and grabbed a folded towel I had placed on the toilet lid.

While drying myself off, I ran the fabric over every crack and crevice, intentionally skipping over my middle. I noticed that my pussy was throbbing and tried to ignore it, but I couldn't stop it from having its way. Although my inability to control my high libido had caused a fair share of problems, my sexual appetite was still my master, and I was still its slave. I dropped the towel, stroked myself with three fingers, moaning as I stood. That night, I didn't bother hunting for a willing dick to suck or fuck. I simply walked to my bedroom and had an unforgettable experience with myself while recalling every sexual fantasy I'd managed to fulfill. Afterward, I focused on the evil act I'd committed. Being sinister turned me on so much that I came from my own touch, four times in a row. I was so exhausted that I fell fast asleep . . . with a big ole smile plastered on my face.

Causing the accident wasn't right, but getting even with two people I hated made me feel some sense of vindication. Apparently, Innocence also had a mean streak in her that wouldn't quit. She decided to look for details in the morning paper and news. The distraught, conservative Leslie would either be headed for a funeral service, or paying at least one person a visit in a hospital room. My most important work was officially done. Although the last game began two against one, I must admit I really whipped up on the competition. Thanks to that sweet old deer, Innocence managed to score the game point.