Chapter Two #2
I felt the plastic poking me in my back pocket. I asked the tech if she had a phone I could use so I could call and tell my mother the medicine had gone up. She let me borrow her cell phone. I walked to the back of the store and called the card to activate it.
I returned to the counter and used the card to pay for the medicine. The purchase went through, and she handed me the receipt.
I thanked GOD because I knew that the card had to be a gift from him.
The second time, I used someone else's credit card information to pay our rent.
After the third time, I realized stealing was easier than struggling.
After the fourth time, I stopped keeping count.
I wished that I had become a scammer because of designer bags and nice things.
The truth was a little harder to digest.
I had nightmares about the fluorescent hospital lights for weeks after my mother passed out because she couldn’t afford her insulin.
Watching her split her medication in half when she was trying to make it last until payday made me realize that I shouldn’t have a heart for a world that didn’t have a heart for me.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I switched lanes.
When my mother found out I was committing credit card fraud to help her make ends meet, she made me stop.
She told me that I didn’t have to steal to make it. She said I was a smart girl, and hard work would get me far.
She made me cut up every card and told me to do things the right way.
She died broke with two jobs.
Creditors called our house before her funeral flowers wilted. The landlord slid an eviction notice into our mailbox three weeks after she passed away. Hard work and doing things the “right way” didn’t save her, and it wouldn’t save me.
I convinced myself that the people I stole from would be fine. I told myself that the banks refunded the charges, the credit card companies wrote it off, and nobody missed a meal or lost a home. It made it easier to continue long after my mother died.
After I left Virginia and went to Houston, I stopped stealing to survive and it began to furnish my lifestyle. I began to get jobs in fast-paced environments that made it easy to get people’s credit card information. I lived the life I dreamed of and hadn’t seen a hungry day in years.
My phone buzzed and my stomach fluttered pathetically as I pulled into the hotel parking deck.
The city skyline glowed in the distance.
I had been in Atlanta for a few years, and it wasn’t as beautiful as Houston, but it was twice as grimy.
It was beautiful enough to make you forget how dangerous it was.
I parked, checked my reflection in the mirror, and fixed my lipstick.
I rubbed the YSL lip stain on my lips. They were perfectly pouty with two syringes of Juvéderm.
I blew a kiss at myself and grabbed my purse before stepping out.
I walked through the hotel lobby like I owned the place.
The eyes of both men and women followed me.
I went over to the elevator and hit the up.
I got inside and hit the number 15, and the doors closed, then the car ascended.
With every passing number, my chest grew heavier.
Eight months ago, I would’ve been excited.
Now I was filled with dread. Sweaty palms, butterflies in my stomach, a racing heart, and a wet pussy.
Somewhere along the way, this stopped being fun, and I started wanting more from him than just his dick.
I wanted his time. I wanted to hold hands with him in public.
I wanted his attention. I wanted his heart.
I wanted HIM. Unfortunately, he couldn’t give me things that didn’t belong to him.
The elevator doors opened, and Room 1540 sat at the very end of the hallway.
I smiled despite myself and walked toward the door.
When I made it, I tapped three times in a row, then once, then one more time.
It was our code. He wouldn’t open the door if I didn’t knock in that exact way.
He wouldn’t even ask who it is. What if his wife followed him here then knocked on the door and he stupidly yelled out, “WHO IS IT?” Admitting that he was inside of a hotel room? That wouldn’t be smart.
So, he came up with this knock sequence as a way to identify me.
A few seconds later, the door swung open, and Cozart Walker stood on the opposite side of the door, shirtless, in only a pair of Ralph Lauren briefs.
I looked down at his dick, and it stood at attention like a flagpole.
Whoever said men who loved to workout had little dicks hadn’t met Co.
Not only was his dick long, it was thick.
Whenever he slid inside of me, I had to grip the sheets to keep from screaming.
He was half horse and he knew it, just like he knew he was insanely attractive.
He was a cocky son of a bitch, and he had every right to be because he was exactly who he thought he was.
“Is that a gun or you glad to see me?” I asked as I continued to stare at his dick.
“You know I keep my gun, but this all meat.” He gripped his dick with one hand and grabbed me by the throat with his other hand.
He pulled me inside of the room, and kicked the door closed behind him.
Before I could say a word, he pushed me down on my knees, whipped his dick out and placed it at my lips.
I opened my mouth without hesitation and placed my lips over my teeth.
He fucked my YSL lip gloss off my lips, and I looked up at him as I choked on his dick.
Tears filled my eyes as he tapped my tonsils with his dick head.
“You look so pretty when you sucking my dick Trallis. You suck my dick like a good girl. It’s so hard for me to hold my nut,” he moaned as he gripped my hair and continued to fuck my face.
My pussy pulsated in anticipation. I knew that when he finished fucking my face, he would put his dick so deep inside of me I would feel it tickle my heart.
“HMMMM, JUST LIKE THAT BAE,” he moaned as he threw his head back and his body tensed up.
I sucked harder, squeezing my jaws together like he was a human blow pop.
I flicked my tongue over his dick head and bobbed my head quicker.
I tried to suck his soul through his dick, I wanted to own him, I wanted to possess him.
He snatched his dick from my mouth, grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me to my feet. He then pinned me up against the hotel door as he clumsily pulled my leggings down over my ass. When they were around my ankles, he picked me up in the air and fucked me deeply.
“YESSSS CO, FUCK ME DADDY, I NEED YOU,” I screamed as my eyes rolled back and I dug my nails into his shoulders.
He pumped me up and down like I was one of his oversized weights.
He bounced me on his dick like I weighed less than a feather.
After I came, he finished inside of me, holding me in place and not spilling a single drop.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that my period hadn’t come, and I could potentially be carrying his baby.
You have to tell him, I thought to myself. I cleared my throat, but before I could speak, he pulled out and placed me on the floor.
“Let me get you a towel to clean up,” he grunted as he pulled his briefs back over his ass and walked over to the bed.
There was a rag waiting on the edge of the bed.
He grabbed it and walked back over to me.
He lifted me from my feet and wiped my pussy like I was a sex doll that he had just finished playing with.
He then pulled my leggings back over my ass and kissed me on the lips.