Fell For The Plug Next Door Page 5

  I did, but that was besides the point. “Nigga, fuck you, just get suited so we can get the job done.”

  Berg was always talking shit, but this time he was right. My nuts were filled to the brim, and I needed some pussy, like now. I could go months without fucking, but when I needed some pink meat, I needed that shit bad. But like always, my personal life could wait. I had to get this car right, or it would cost me a whole lot of money if I had to start all over again on this paint job.

  Finally, after mixing three color of paints, and three hours of spray painting, me and Berg were finally done with Big Rick’s car. Admiration was plastered all over my face, as I looked at the shiny new toy. This motherfucker was bad to the bone. In all the cars I revamped, his was my favorite. Big Rick wasn't the most handsome of niggas, but this masterpiece was guaranteed to have bitches all over his dick. I did one final cleaning, and then called Big Rick to tell him his car was ready.

  "Dang, bro, this shit here is fire." Tangie came into the garage.

  "Hell yeah, it is. The red orange paint set the look off. I want to keep this bitch for myself."

  "You did that, but I didn't know you knew Ivy Rose, she's in the waiting area, raising hell about her car."

  Who the hell was Ivy Rose? I didn't know an Ivy Rose, and then it clicked. It was ol girl’s car who I had towed to the shop. I washed off my hands, changed out of my paint suit, and followed Tangie to the front area. A smile crept on my face when I saw her and her friend standing there pissed off. Ivy Rose’s braids were in a high ponytail, and the Adidas track suit hugged her hips. She was so damn fine, but the words out her mouth quickly changed my thoughts.

  "Nigga, you really trying me right now. Why would you tow my fucking car?" She fumed.

  "Aye, this is a place of business, and I have customers coming and in out. Lower your tone, and watch what the fuck you say, aight?" I spat.

  "How about you kiss my ass, and move them raggedy ass cars outside out the way, so I can get my car and go? This is some bullshit!"

  Tangie laughed. "Bro, I can't believe you had her car towed here. Please tell me this isn't your neighbor you were telling me about?"

  "Unfortunately, yes, this is my loud mouth ass neighbor."

  Tangie laughed, and that got Ivy Rose more heated.

  "Tangie, this must be the brother you always complained about in high school? You were so right when you said he was a pain in the ass. Go move my car, now!" She yelled again.

  This chick had me all the way fucked up, and I was about to put some act right on her ass. I grabbed her by her arm, and pulled her into my office, and slammed the door. She swung on my ass, and one of them connected to my shoulder. I took her arm and twisted it around, until she begged me to let her arm go.

  "What the fuck is yo problem? Can you act like a lady for five fucking minutes, and not some ghetto, loud mouth, ass bird? You see the name on this building? This is me and my boy’s shit, so show some fucking respect when you step foot in this building, you hear me?" I sat down on my desk, and she was standing in front of me. I couldn’t help but to steal glances at her fat ass cat. It was looking right at me.

  "Nigga-"

  "I said, do you hear me?" I yelled, a little too loud, and she nodded her head. "Now, I asked you time, and time again, not to park in my spot, and you keep doing the shit. What, you think I'm the nigga to play with? You think I'm going to let you keep showing your ass, and I not show mine?"

  "Look, I just want my car, so I can go, and I won't park in your spot again, ok?" She tried to bargain.

  I chuckled. "Yo ass ain't getting off that damn easy. You came in here showing your ass, and I know why."

  "What the fuck are you doing? Get away from me, before I-"

  "Do what?" I asked, cutting her off. "You want me to do this."

  I pulled her next to me, and she didn't try to fight me off. I brought my lips to hers, and just like I thought, she stopped resisting and welcomed me inside. Her mouth tasted so damn good, and I couldn't contain myself. The sexual tension was enough to get her ass pregnant without me slipping inside her. I rubbed my hands all over her ass, and rubbed on her fat cat. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she deepened the kiss. She unbuckled my pants, and I started to pull her tights down.

  "What the fuck is your name?" She asked me, and I chuckled.

  "It's Zane, but right now you can call me daddy."

  I stuck my tongue back down her throat, and moved back on my desk. I opened the drawer and took out a condom, and put it on. Ivy turned around and bent over the large chair, and I couldn't help but to slap her fat ass. Her ass was so pretty and round, and from the stretch marks, I could tell it was all natural. I slid inside her, and stood still for a minute. I was feeling like ol boy on American Pie. Her shit was so warm, and her walls had a strong hold on my dick. Her pussy was tight and wet, for a spilt second, I thought she was a virgin. I started stroking her slow and steadily. Her pussy was dripping wet, and with each thrust, she got wetter, and wetter.

  "You gon’ stop being loud?" I asked her, and she didn't answer, so I rammed inside her harder.

  "Yes! Oh, damn, I’mma stop being loud."

  "Damn, you got some good pussy, Ivy."

  "You got some good dick, Zane."

  I lost all control when she started bouncing her ass on my dick. I ain't never got a piece of pussy in my office, so I was making the first time the best time. There was a knock on the door, and I started fucking Ivy back. She shouted, and whoever was knocking, must have heard her, because the knocking stopped. I now had Ivy on my desk spread eagle. I licked her kitty cat, and went right back to work. Sweat was dripping down my face and falling down on Ivy, but the long strokes I was delivering to her ass, made her eyes roll back in her head. She was taking my eight inches like a pro, and it had me about to explode. She opened her eyes, and our eyes locked together. Her eyes were asking me for something, but I didn’t know what. I was seeing her differently, and not because she had given me the pussy without knowing my name.

  The first time we saw each other, we knew we were going to fuck. If her friend wasn't there, and I wasn't in a fucked up mood, there would have been a fuck session at our front door. Ivy’s eyes told a story of hurt and pain. She could put up this tough girl façade, but underneath, I could feel she was broken. I pumped a few more times and filled the condom. Something clicked inside of Ivy, and she jumped up, and quickly put her clothes on. We didn't say anything, or look at each other, but I knew what she was thinking.

  I grabbed her arm softly this time. "I'm not fucked up about what just happened, are you?"

  She hesitated before she answered. "No, I’m not either, and if you think I'm a hoe, I'm not!"

  I shook my head. Even with the dick I just blessed her, with she still had an attitude. "If I thought you were a hoe, then what would that make me?"

  I knew off the rip Ivy wasn't a hoe. She had been living next to me for almost a month now, and I had yet to see a nigga come or leave her place. She needed the dick just as much as I needed the pussy, and the way I look at it, we both did each other a favor.

  "This is what niggas do. Y’all fuck bitches, and then on to the next. I need to get out of here, please, just have my car towed back to my house." She rushed out my office.

  A few minutes later, Berg brought his nosy ass in my office, sniffing the room.

  "Hot damn! Nigga, I know you just didn't fuck Ivy Rose in your office! Nigga, I spent years trying to bag her ass, and she gives you the pussy, all because you towed her car! Ain't that some shit?!"

  Berg annoyed me that damn fast. "Don't you have some work to do, nigga? I didn't fuck that girl."

  "I can smell it all in the air, ol lying ass nigga. But on the cool, I should beat your ass for fucking my girl!"

  "Run that shit then, nigga, and from the looks of it, I'm about to steal yo girl." I smirked.

  "Shit, go ahead. Ivy’s fine as fuck, but I got my eyes on someone else. Timeka gon’ kill yo ass once she finds o
ut."

  "I'm a grown ass man, dog, da fuck you thought? So, how do you know Ivy?"

  "Me, Ivy, and Sunjai, Xavier, and Melo, used to live in the same neighborhood before I came to live with you and Aunt Vivian. You know that nigga, Melo, don't you? He was always after Sunjai, and I always wanted Ivy, but she didn't like my ass. She liked Xavier, and long story short, she fell for the nigga and married him."

  My mouth dropped a little. "Nigga, so you saying I just fucked a married woman?" My feelings were starting to change. Maybe Ivy was a hoe, and she was getting some dick because her husband was out of town. All kinds of things started running through my mind on how I would have to murk the nigga when he found out I fucked his wife.

  "Chill, nigga, I ran into Sunjai and Ivy at the club last night. She told me she and that nigga ain't together no more, and she might be right."

  "Why you say that?"

  "Man, a few months ago, I saw that nigga riding around with another bitch in his car that wasn't her. Nigga had a whole family in the backseat too."

  "Damn, that explains why she so damn mad. She walking around here with a black heart."

  "Hell yeah, she is, and that's why you can have her." Berg laughed.

  We chopped it up some more, and Berg told me he had a potential client who had a 69 cutlass he had to go look at. I thought back on the things Berg revealed, and the name Xavier kept ringing a bell, but I couldn't place where I heard his name. I went back out front, and Tangie had a frown on her face.

  "What's wrong with you? Somebody came in here tripping?" I asked her, ready to fuck up whoever made my sister mad.

  "Yes, as a matter of fact, somebody is up in here tripping! Yo ass." I turned around, and it was Timeka.

  "Didn't I tell you not to come back to my shop? You think I was playing?" I looked at her with a serious look. I had it with her thinking she could just pop up whenever she felt like it. It was time to let the dogs out.

  "I called you, and I texted you, to see if you could get Zanaya after school, because I have a doctor's appointment later, and I won't be able to pick Zanaya up in time. But noooo, you too busy fucking bitches in your office, that you couldn't hear me. Who was she, Zane? You know when I find out, I'm going to beat her ass!"

  When I said let the dogs out, I meant that shit. I whistled, and two of my Pitbulls came from the back. I pointed at Timeka, and they took off after her. Timeka’s face look horrified, as she moved her feet and took off running. The whole front area was laughing at Timeka’s scary ass. She high tailed it to her car and got in. My dogs barked at her, and Roscoe jumped on her hood. I whistled for them to come down, and they ran back to me. That should hold her ass for a while.

  "You so wrong, but Roscoe should have bitten her in the ass. I really, really, can't stand that bitch." Tangie was holding her stomach and laughing.

  "You and me both. You want to grab something to eat? I haven't eaten shit since this morning."

  "Nah, I'm good, but you can take my homegirl her car back." She winked and tried to walk off.

  "Aye, so you were really telling people I was a pain in the ass?"

  "Hell yeah, between you and Ivy’s brothers, niggas treated us like we were the plague. I couldn't get a boy to take my virginity if I was holding up a for sale sign." She laughed, but wasn't shit funny.

  "Girl, get yo ass back inside." I told her. She walked away laughing, and Ralph pulled up.

  I got in my car and followed him to my condo. He parked Ivy’s car in her spot, and I paid him for the tow. I took the stairs two by two, until I was standing in front of her door. Things between us didn't need to awkward, and plus, I felt like I had done a poor job of not making Ivy feel like she wasn't a hoe. I knocked on her door, and waited for her to answer. She opened the door a little, so I couldn’t see her full body.

  "Hey."

  "Hey." She responded.

  "I brought your car back, and it's in your spot this time."

  She smiled. "Thank you. Umm, what happened earlier wasn't me. I just-"

  "Needed some dick." I finished her sentence. "Last I checked, we are both grown. I was there for you, and you were damn sure there for me. So how about we put that to the back of our minds, and go grab a bite to eat. I’m hungry than a motherfucker, and I don’t want to eat alone.”

  “I’m sort of busy.” I could tell she was lying.

  “Doing what?”

  "I was, umm, you are not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

  I smiled. "Hell no. I'll be waiting in my car."

  I went back downstairs and got in my car. A few minutes later, Ivy was walking down the stairs, and she changed into a pair of tight-fitting jeans, and a ruffled crop top. I told her ass to let's put us fucking into the back of our minds, and she comes out wearing this shit. She put her ass in the car first, and all I could think about was her ass bouncing on my dick. Her ass came out the house wearing no draws, and I could see down her ass.

  "Stop looking at my ass."

  "Start wearing panties and a belt. What you got on, a thong?" I asked her.

  "I don't wear panties, in case you haven't noticed. Don't act like you don't enjoy the view." She flirted.

  "See, there you go, starting some shit you gon’ regret. I do enjoy the view though.” We laughed.

  I told her I wanted some Coney Island, and she was down. The first thing that caught my eye when we arrived at the restaurant, was how she opened her own car door. Now, my pops ain't teach me a whole lot, but he always told me to treat a lady how I would treat my mama.

  "Get back in the car." I told her.

  "Why, is something wrong? Some shit about to pop off?" She looked concerned.

  "Can you just get back in the car?" She got back in the car, and I closed and opened the door for her. "If we are in the car together, don't ever get out until I open the car door for you, ok?"

  "Ok." She humped her shoulders.

  Her actions proved my thoughts right. Ivy was married to a lame ass nigga. She didn't even see what I had just done, and in her mind, she probably thought I was acting like a controlling ass nigga. I opened the door to the restaurant, and we walked inside. Everywhere I went on this side of town, people knew me, and were always coming up to me giving me dap.

  "Let me find out you are a hood celebrity. How do you know Berg? I never saw you around, or chilling in the hood with Berg.”

  "Me and Berg grew up on opposite sides of the track. He came to live with us when his mama got sick, that nigga is my cousin." I told her.

  "Well, that's a nice way to put it. Everybody knew Berg’s mama was on dope, and that's why he left. Nothing to be ashamed about, everybody has, or had, a fucked-up family member. So, where's Zanaya?"

  "She's at school. I have to go pick her up in two hours. What the hell you do to my baby? All she talks about is how she wants braids like the girl next door." We laughed.

  Ivy twirled the braids around her finger. "See, me and her are going to get along just fine, we both recognize beauty when we see it.”

  "Man, get off the gas, you aight." I joked. I couldn’t take my eyes off her sexy ass. I wanted to meet her mother, and kiss her hand, for pushing something out this beautiful. My eyes danced around her whole body, and there was denying I wanted another taste of her.

  She laughed. "I’mma let you make it, because I'm hungry, lil ugly boy." We laughed. "So, are you and her mama still together? Because if so, you can take me back home. I don't have time for the baby mama drama."

  "Hell nah, we ain't together, but that don't mean it ain’t no drama. All I want is to do is raise my daughter, and make my money the right way, but Timeka makes that shit hard. Why can't bitches move on when they know a nigga don't want them?"

  "The same reason a woman can't move on when she knows a man doesn't love her. It's the fear of starting something new, or it's the little bit of hope that we cling to that makes us think a person can change."

  "What about you? You still love your husband?”

  S
he chocked on the soda. "Berg’s ass talks too much, but no. I don't have an ounce of anything for him anymore. He's done some jacked up things to me, and I would be a fool to ever go back to him. The divorce is a wrap. I'm free, I'm happy, and I'm fucking niggas without knowing his name." Ivy said, laughing. "But seriously, it took a lot of out of me, took me to a place that scared me, and I don’t ever want to go back there."

  She may have been over her ex-husband, but I saw the pain that still lingered in her eyes. Something other than her husband had hurt her, and Ivy wasn’t over it. "Can't say that I've ever been there. For so long, it's been me, the streets, and Zanaya. I haven't thought about giving my time and effort to nothing else."

  "I feel that. A part of me wishes I would have focused more on my career, then being stuck in a marriage I shouldn't have even been in. But hey, I did it, and now, it's over, so I can start focusing on me, letting go of some of this guilt I've been carrying."

  Something was happening to me because I found myself caring a little too much. My place wasn’t to judge her, but I felt the need to protect her, from what? I don’t know, but I didn’t want a person, place, or thing, hurting her anymore.

  “Let that extra baggage go, ma. You too damn beautiful and fine to keep dwelling on the shit that broke you. Think about the shit that’s about to happen. How a real nigga gon’ come through and dick you down, enhance your mind, and trap your heart. A real nigga just wants his woman standing beside him, bossed the hell up.”

  She moved anxiously in her seat, and I knew her pussy was dripping. Her mind was racing, and she was feeling like a little girl under my scope. I wanted Ivy to feel vulnerable. I wasn’t her man, but she needed to know I wasn’t her ex either. The more I talked to Ivy, the more I found out she was more than just a loud mouth. She was intelligent, but she still had that hood in her. She had goals, and that was sexy as fuck to me. It was crazy to me how I was noticing the little things about her, in just this short amount of time. Like how her she played with her hands when she was trying to explain something, or how her eyes grew wide when she was passionate in her speaking. Everything about her captivated my attention. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the companionship of a woman.