Fornication Volume One (Honey Dip) Read online

  Babygirl grabbed the TV remote and turned on Cartoon Network. “I hate fundraisers. Let’s do a fish fry like they do down the street.”

  “Shut up, Babygirl,” Mookie said, snatching the remote and flicking the TV off. “We don’t fry the fish we sell ova here.”

  “I don’t know,” April said with a shrug. “I’m sort of with Babygirl on this one. There is nothing wrong with my regular.”

  Peanut snorted. “Really, April? Come on. If your dude’s pockets are so deep, why the fuck did he leave you and Mook stranded in AC?”

  “I don’t have to listen to this shit,” April said, hopping up into Peanut’s face.

  Honey-Dip yanked her back down on the bed by her shirt. “Simmer down, kiddo, before Portia goes for the gun. We’re having the fundraiser; we really don’t have any choice.”

  “Good,” Portia said. “I don’t have the strength to do a full meeting. We’re having a fundraiser and Honey-Dip is organizing it. Everyone but Honey get the fuck out of my room.”

  Mookie was the first one to bounce. She threw up a peace sign and practically ran from the room. April shot Peanut an evil look then followed her out. Babygirl started to turn the TV back on, but Peanut hauled her up off of the floor and pulled her out into the hall.

  Honey waited until they all went downstairs before turning to face Portia. “I don’t want this shit.”

  Portia relit the blunt. “I don’t think you are in a position to tell me what you want to do.” She climbed to the edge of the bed and pulled the bank back out. Counting out two grand, she slid Honey the money and put the bank back under the bed. “That’s a thousand for your baby daddy and a thousand to get the ball rolling on the party.” She put the blunt out and scooted down into the covers. “You’re going to have to get the scraps off of your regular’s paycheck to settle the difference for the party because the kitty is closed.”

  Chapter Five

  Honey-Dip drove Peanut’s clunker all the way to Frankford to give George the money for Tiana’s class trip. She was nervous as hell. She put on the most conservative thing she had in her closet: a pair of old jeans and a baggy t-shirt.

  I look funny without makeup, she thought as she checked her reflection in the mirror again and then sighed. “You can do this, Honey,” she said to her reflection softly. “No, I can’t. Oh, my God.” She laid her head down on the steering wheel. What am I going to say to her? What if she doesn’t want to see me? No, Honey, don’t do this to yourself. George said you could see her today. He said she was looking forward to it.

  Honey sat up and wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her purse and walked up the street towards George’s house. People sat outside, shooting the shit and enjoying the sunny day.

  “How y’all doing?” Honey asked a couple of young women sitting on the steps next to George’s. She didn’t wait for them to respond. Her nerves went haywire as she ran up his steps and knocked harder then she intended to.

  He came to the door looking irritated. “Why the hell are you knocking on my door like you’re retarded?”

  Honey swallowed hard. “Is Tiana here?” she asked, wringing her hands.

  George looked Honey up and down. His walnut colored eyes paused on her thighs and breasts before settling on her face. George was handsome in a way that no man should be. He wasn’t very tall at five-foot-eight, but what he lacked in height he made up in everything else. Broad in the shoulders, thin in the waist, muscles on top of his muscles complete with a pair of athletic bowed legs that looked damn good in his jeans. Momma said that the devil came packaged like the prettiest of angels and she ain’t never lied. George has a mean streak that stretched from Philly to the mighty Mississippi.

  He cleared his throat and slapped on a smile that did not mask the dark look in his eyes. “Hey, Honey. I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Come on in.” He stepped to the side and pushed the door completely open so that Honey could get by. “School lets out in ten minutes, so Tiana should be here shortly.”

  Honey looked around nervously before walking inside. George never asked her in before and she didn’t trust him. His house was small and clean. Everything was in its place, books on the book shelf, coasters on the coffee table. The walls were stark white and adorned with family pictures—George, his wife, and Tiana. Honey glanced at everything in the tiny living room but her eyes kept falling on her daughter’s face in those pictures. She’s happy, Honey thought with a small frown. Tiana is happy with them and she doesn’t need a junkie trick mucking up her life. Honey walked over to the small mantelpiece and stared at the picture of George and Tiana hugging at the playground. She felt an overwhelming urge to leave. I don’t belong here, she thought. I don’t fit in her life.

  George watched Honey take in the family photos. His eyes zoomed in on her round firm ass as she walked around his tiny living room. His dick was hard in seconds. “You putting on some weight, huh? What, you eased up on the crack and smack long enough to eat a steak or two?”

  Honey’s blood pressure shot up ten points. Her back stiffened and her hands balled into fist at her sides. “I’ve been clean for a long time, George.”

  He barked out a bitter laugh. “What do you consider a long time, eight to ten months?”

  “More like twelve years.”

  “Bullshit,” he said, grabbing her arms to look for track marks.

  Honey snatched her arm away. “Get the fuck off of me.”

  George smirked. “You’re going to have to watch your mouth in my house. What if Tiana heard you cussing like a sailor? It’s bad enough she knows you’re a crackhead prostitute.” He grabbed the top of Honey’s jeans and tugged her close to him. The smell of his cheap cologne filled her nose and activated her gag reflex.

  “I remember,” he whispered in her ear. “You were always inventive when it came time to stick yourself. Let’s see where you’re hiding those track marks now.”

  He tried to unbutton her pants but she gripped his hands before he could get them loose.

  “That would be a very bloody mistake.” Honey said. She flicked her tongue in her mouth and produced a razor. She bit the tip of the it and spoke through clenched teeth. “You remember your last mistake, don’t you?”

  George stepped back fingering the scar on his throat.

  “I thought you might remember,” Honey said, putting the razor back between her gum and cheek. She watched as George took a second to pull himself together. He rolled his eyes to mask the shock and fear that showed at the sight of the blade. His fake smile was gone and pure unadulterated hate was painted all over his face.

  Honey sighed, pulled the envelope marked “Tiana’s trip” out of her purse and tossed it on the coffee table. “That’s the money you asked for. I think I should leave before you make me do something that you’ll regret.” She walked towards the door and George cleared his throat.

  “I thought you wanted to see Tiana.”

  Honey paused just before putting her hand on the door knob. “Tell her I’ll be by another day.”

  George laughed. “Why would I do that?”

  Honey turned around to face him.

  He leaned up against the wall and stuck his hands in his pockets. “You come in my house and threaten me…” he shrugged. “Why should I say anything good about you at all?”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  Looking up at the clock he shrugged again. “Tiana will be here soon. I’m sure she’ll be wondering why her mother stood her up.”

  “What the fuck do you want, George?”

  He stood up straight and sighed. “I want what you want. I want all your dreams to come true. I want to make you happy.”

  “You have no fucking clue how to make any woman happy.”

  His sickening smile returned. “Having a good relationship with your only daughter won’t make you happy?”

  Honey saw red. She imagined slicing George’s face up just the way Babygirl taught her, or, at the very least
, she imagined the pleasure of beating the shit out of him. Fear of what this jerk would say to their daughter was the only thing holding her back. Fear bloomed deep in the pit of her stomach and crept its way up Honey’s spine. “Getting to know Tiana, to hold her again, and let her know how much I love her is the only reason you don’t require stiches right now.”

  “That may be true, Honey.” He walked over her to her. “Yet I’m the only one on the fucking planet that can make that happen.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Well, first I want you to take the razor out of your mouth and be a little civil to me in my own home.”

  Honey stared at George hard before taking the razor out of her mouth. He held out his hand and she placed it in his palm.

  “That’s better,” George said softly. “See, we don’t have to fight. We can be nice to each other. We’ve got a child together, after all, and she’s growing up so fast.” He put the razor on the end table and stepped closer to Honey.

  “You missed so much of her life already; it would be a real shame if you missed any more of it.” He ran his hand up Honey’s arm and her and her skin began to crawl.

  She held her breath when his hands ran down her shoulders and covered her breasts.

  “If you can be nice to me, I promise to paint Tiana a pretty picture of her mother.” He squeezed her nipples and his eyes darkened with desire. “If you promise to be nice to me, I’ll be nice to you.”

  Honey’s stomach rolled. She wanted to spit in his face. Her skin crawled wherever his hands roamed. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and waved it in her face. “I’ll even wrap it up for safety,” he said with a smirk.

  She watched as he pulled out his dick and rolled the condom over the tip. You can do this, Honey thought. No matter how much she thought she wasn’t good enough for her daughter. No matter how much she hated her baby’s father, the need to be in Tiana’s life trumped everything, and Honey would do anything have a small place in her daughter’s heart. She didn’t even bother to unbutton her jeans. She tugged them down over her hips and bent down over the couch. “Make this quick,” Honey said.

  “Damn!” George gripped Honey’s ass and squeezed her cheeks together. “This is a motherfucking work of art,” he said, slapping his dick against her skin and shivering with anticipation.

  Honey found herself face to face with one of their family photos. She quickly clamped her eyes shut and put her head down but she could not erase the image out of her head. God, please make this quick, she thought while taking slow steady breaths to keep calm.

  “I would like to dig all up in that but it’s not really what I had in mind.” He grabbed Honey’s shoulders and pulled her upright. “I was thinking you can wax this off.” He touched his fingers to her lips. “I miss your mouth on me.”

  Honey eased down to her knees. At least he’s clean, she thought. She wrapped her hands around his wood and pressed against his nuts. Before he had a chance to protest about the pain, she slipped the tip in her mouth and flicked her tongue back and forth over his head.

  George whimpered and trembled as Honey gobbled him up like she hadn’t eaten in days. “Wait,” he said gripping her shoulders and trying to push her off. He moaned as she massaged his balls and deep throated his rod. “You’re going too fast.”

  Honey ignored him. She knew he couldn’t take it. Ol’ Georgie made two-minute brothas look like marathon men. She suppressed her gag reflex and deep throated him until his shivers turned into spasms and his fingers gripped her shoulders. His knees buckled the moment he released. He let Honey go and braced himself on the couch before he fell to the floor.

  Fucking pathetic, Honey thought. Standing up, she walked to the kitchen and rinsed her mouth out at the sink. George was still standing by the couch with his pants down around his ankles when she returned to the living room. “I think you should pull your pants up before your daughter or your wife walks in.”

  George gave Honey a confused look before laughing and pulling up his pants. “Oh, that’s right; I just remembered that my wife took Tiana to tour Penn State.” He chuckled again “They won’t be back until late tonight.”

  He didn’t see the blow coming, but the force of it spun him around he fell out cold on the floor next to the couch.

  “Son of a bitch,” Honey said. Shaking her hand out, she grabbed her purse and walked out the door.

  Chapter Six

  Honey was hellfire mad by the time she got back home. “How could I be so fucking stupid?” she muttered under her breath while fumbling with her house keys. “I should just start giving head to the whole damn neighborhood for free.” She opened the door and slammed it behind her. Bach played on the radio and stinky-ass incense burned on the mantel. Honey’s temper flared more, but she didn’t say anything. She just took her sneakers off and put them in the corner.

  “Damn, Honey, what the heck did the door do to you?” April asked. She sat on the sofa in a black nightie, braiding her current boo’s hair.

  They must be getting ready to go out, Honey thought, because April’s make-up was flawless and she was wearing the little China doll wig Rahim bought for her back when he used to finance her.

  That was ancient history now. Dude wasn’t parting with any funds at all. It wasn’t because he didn’t have money, Rahim was paid. As the starting point guard for the New Jersey Nets, his fucking money had money, but that nigga stopped sharing it with April a long time ago. His lanky ass was laying up between April’s legs like some kind of king, Honey thought with a sneer. He rocked his signature Nets jersey. He wore a different one every day as if he feared he wouldn’t be recognized without it.

  Honey rolled her eyes. “Fuck off, April.” she said as she blew out the incense and placed Peanut’s keys on the mantelpiece.

  “What the fuck crawled up your ass?” April hollered as she parted Rahim’s hair and greased his scalp. She shot Honey an evil look.

  Honey laughed. “The same thing that crawls up your ass on a nightly basis, and guess what--neither one of us is getting paid for it.” Honey walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and cracked open a fresh bottle of Parrot Bay.

  “You know what?” April asked, rising up out of her seat. “I don’t know who you’re mad at, but I ain’t done nothing to you.” She lifted her leg up to get over Rahim, but he pushed her back down.

  “Chill out, baby,” he said, patting his head. “Don’t feed into that mess. You only have two more braids left and then we’re out.” He looked up at her and smiled. “What do I keep telling you?”

  “That I’m your lady.”

  “That’s right. And how do my ladies act?”

  April giggled. “With class and style.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about. Now give me some of that sweetness.”

  April bent over and ran her tongue over Rahim’s lips lightly, before sinking it inside of his mouth. She sucked his bottom lip and bit it gently while moaning seductively.

  “Damn, girl, now that’s what I call sugar.” He grabbed his dick. “You keep kissing me like that and we aren’t going to go nowhere.”

  April lit up like a Christmas tree. She hurriedly put the last braids in his hair and pushed him up off of the floor to look at her handiwork in the mirror.

  Rahim waved his head from side to side checking himself out. The braids were in neat little rows that curved to the left as they approached the back of his head. “Baby, this is real tight.”

  “You like it?”

  “I love it.” He looked at his watch. “We have time to get something to eat before the party. Where do you want to go?”

  April squealed with delight and clapped her hands. “I want to go to Chili’s.”

  Rahim shook his head. “Aren’t you getting a little tired of Chili’s?”

  “You can never get tired of their baby back ribs.”

  Rahim laughed. “Chili’s it is, then. Go get dressed.”

  April jumped off the couch,
flew into Rahim’s arms and showered him with kisses. “Okay, give me ten minutes.” She ran up the stairs giggling.

  Rahim waited until he heard the door close before going into the kitchen where Honey was working on her second drink. "Are you going to make me one?" he asked with a charming smile splitting his face and exposing his dimples.

  You is a fake-ass nigga for real, Honey thought. She pushed the bottle of rum over to him. "Is there something wrong with your hands?"

  Rahim licked his lips. "Come on, now, girl. You don't have to act like that. You are way too pretty to have a nasty attitude."

  Honey sipped on her drink and rolled her eyes. I'm not in the mood for this shit right now, she thought. “I’m way too pretty not to have one.”

  Rahim got a glass from the cabinet and poured three fingers of rum into it. He took a sip and frowned.

  "What's the matter? You need a little ice, a little soda, a colorful straw before you can handle a big boy’s drink?"

  "No, I can handle this okay," he said as he put the glass back down on the counter and licked his lips again. "You know, you have a really smart mouth. If you learned how to control those lips, I might consider taking you out with me and April.”

  Honey shook her head. She spotted a pack of Newports in Mookie's pocketbook on the table, dumped her drink in the sink and pulled out a cigarette. "You got a light?"

  "No, baby, I don't smoke."

  Then you're not worth anything, Honey thought. She turned the stove on, and bent over to light her cigarette. Rahim stepped up behind her, and rubbed his crotch across her ass.

  Honey turned the stove off and stood up. She puffed the Newport and fantasized about elbowing him in the ribs. Instead she turned around and pushed him away gently. "Sorry, darling, I'm not interested in your party, or your little package." She looked down at the print in his pants and laughed.

  "Oh, I see now. You're one of those bitches that needs someone to physically show you how to keep that smart-ass mouth shut." He balked and stepped back into Honey's face.