Cairo - The Kat Trap

Anyway, as long as we kept shit the way it was, there was no stress and no pressure. I played my position, and allowed him to play his. If the nigga was fuckin’ someone else, then so be it. He wasn’t my man. So he could slay whoever he wanted. I wasn’t beat ’cause I didn’t see or hear ’bout it. He claimed he was just servin’ me the dick, but I had heard that shit before so it didn’t really hold much weight with me. Although I didn’t have a reason not to trust him, I still kept my eyes and ears open for any signs of him tryna get slick. So far, there were none. But I was gonna give it more time. Most niggas showed they asses within the first three to six months. So I was gonna see how shit played out. But on some real shit, who was I to feel some kinda way ’bout him slayin’ another bitch’s pussy when I was still waxin’ the muhfuckas I was murkin’. I ain’t gonna front, I was really startin’ to fall for the nigga, and I could tell the nigga was diggin’ me, too. But like I said, I didn’t really wanna rush into nothin’. I was cool with how things were flowin’ with us, and I didn’t really wanna complicate shit; not yet anyway.

“So you still not lookin’ for a man?” he asked, leanin’ over and kissin’ me lightly on the lips.

“Not today,” I said, grinnin’. “Check back tomorrow.”

“Yeah, aiight.” He grinned back, pullin’ me into his arms. He slid his tongue in my mouth. Damn, the nigga’s tongue game was right. My pussy started gettin’ wet. “Keep playin’ with me.” He kissed me a few more times, then pulled away. “Dig, one of my mans is gettin’ married at the end of the month and I want you on my arm.”

I smiled. “So you ready to show me off to ya peeps now, hunh?”

“No doubt,” he said, leanin’ over and peckin’ me on the lips again. “You my baby; fuck all that shit you be talkin’ ’bout you ain’t ready for a man ’n shit.”

“I wanna take it slow.”

“I hear you,” he said, rubbin’ the side of my face. “There’s no rush, baby. Big daddy got all the time ya pretty ass needs.”

I smiled. “You sure ’bout that?”

“No doubt, baby.”

“Well, I’d be honored to be on ya arm to let them hoes know what a real dime looks like.”

He laughed. “That’s what it is. His bachelor’s party is this weekend so I’ma be outta town with my boys.”

“Hmmm. When you leavin’?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay. You make sure you don’t be lettin’ none of them stripper hoes wet ya dick,” I said, actin’ like I was really pressed.

“Nah, baby. The only one I want wettin’ this dick is you, real talk. You make sure you keep these niggas out here outta ya grill while I’m gone.”

“Oh, please. I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout none of them whack-ass niggas.”

“Yeah, aiight. Don’t have me hurtin’ nobody.”

“It’s all good,” I said, shiftin’ my body to face him. “I gotta go outta town overnight anyway.”

“Damn,” he said, eyein’ me. “You do a lotta dippin’. On some real shit, you need to let me know now what’s really good with you.”

I raised my brow. “What ya mean?”

“I’m sayin’. If you fuckin’ some other nigga, you need to let me know so I can fall back.” Oh my God, I thought, this nigga got the nerve to be soundin’ all jealous .

“Nigga, please. I ain’t fuckin’ with no one else,” I lied, rollin’ my eyes. Well, technically, I wasn’t fuckin’ with any other muhfuckas, so I wasn’t really lyin’, right? Besides a dead nigga really didn’t count; well, that’s what I kept tellin’ myself.

He pulled me into him, then slid his tongue into my mouth. We kissed long and slow for a few minutes. He ran his hands along my back, over my hips, then grabbed my ass, starin’ into my eyes. The way he was lookin’ at me, I could tell he had somethin’ on his mind.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“What?”

“Nah, it’s nothin’.”

Now, I started to leave it alone. And if someone asked me why I even pushed the shit, I couldn’t tell you. I guess ’cause I dug the nigga and I really did wanna know what he was thinkin’. So I pushed the issue.

“’C’mon, don’t try ’n play me for slow,” I said, grabbin’ at his dick. Mmmph. His dick was nice ’n thick, and slowly growin’. “I can tell you got somethin’ on ya mind, so share.” I held my breath, already knowin’ where this was gonna go.

“I’m tryna figure you out,” he stated, “that’s all.”

“And what are you tryna figure out?” I asked, bracin’ myself.

“I’ve asked you several times how you made ya paper, and I still haven’t gotten a real answer…any answer, for that matter.” He sighed, sittin’ up on his forearm, lookin’ up. Now, in my head, I’m thinkin’, You need to curse this nigga out real quick for tryna clock ya flow. You don’t ask him how he’s collectin’ his dough so he don’t need to be askin’ you shit ’bout how you movin’. I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from comin’ at him real slick. He pulled me into his arms. “Listen…I’m diggin’ you. And I’m tryna make shit happen with you, but I need to know what’s really good with you. You say you ain’t fuckin’ any other muhfuckas, but you always jettin’ off somewhere. Please tell me you ain’t pushin’ weight for some nigga or somethin’.”

I twisted my lips up. “Are you fuckin’ serious? A bitch like me would never play herself and be some nigga’s mule. I ain’t that bitch.”

“Okay, so how you livin’, then? You stay dipped ’n shit in all the ill flavors, you pushin’ hot whips, and ya spot is tight. Not that I’m tryna get in ya pockets or anything. I’m just tryna see where ya head is at; how you gettin’ ya hustle on.”

“I’m a consultant,” I told him, hopin’ that would keep him satisfied. The lie rolled off my tongue and outta my mouth so quick, I didn’t have a chance to think it all the way through. A consultant! What the fuck?! I thought to myself, regrettin’ I even said that shit. I decided to add a little extra. “And my moms came into some money and laced me ’bout two years ago so I was able to make some things happen.”

“Hmm,” he said, eyein’ me. I could tell the nigga wasn’t buyin’ it. But he let it go—for the moment, anyway. “When you leavin’?”

“Tomorrow,” I said.

“And when you comin’ back?”

I didn’t know what the fuck was up with all the damn questions, but I answered anyway. “Late tomorrow night.”

He frowned. “And what type of consultin’ you do again?”

I put muhfuckas outta they misery. But of course I couldn’t tell his ass what I was thinkin’. Hell, I couldn’t really tell him much of anything. I mean, on some real shit, how do you tell a nigga you tryna be fly with that you fuckin’ niggas, then blowin’ they brains out at point-blank range? That with a kiss on a nigga’s lips and sweet whispers in his ear, you’ll shoot him between the eyes while straddled on top of him, slammin’ down on his dick? I mean, really. That’ll fuck a nigga’s head up; have him thinkin’ ya ass is nuts or you some borderline psycho bitch. Fuck, I thought, takin’ a deep breath, tryna figure out what I was gonna say to keep his ass from tryna sniff out more than what he needed to know. I shoulda knew this nigga wasn’t gonna just let this shit go. I tried to think fast, but came up blank. So, a bitch did the next best thing. I pressed my lips against his, slid my tongue into his mouth, then grabbed at his dick. At first he sat there like he was in a trance, but I kept massagin’ his dick and kissin’ him. Slowly, his hands started roamin’ all over my body. He started squeezin’ my titties and pushin’ himself up into me as I ground my ass onto his dick. I slowly sucked on his earlobe, lickin’ ’round the edges, then dartin’ my tongue in and out of his ear. Yeah, he knew I was tryna changin’ the subject and it was workin’. I was smart enough to know that this wasn’t gonna stop him from askin’ me again how I stacked my paper but, for the moment, it was gonna keep him from askin’ me anythin’ else until I could figure out what I was gonna tell ’im. On some real shit, I knew there was no way I was gonna be able to dip outta town the way I do if I was gonna fuck with his ass on some serious-type shit without problems. Oh, well…I’d cross that bridge when I got to it. In the meantime, I’d keep it cute, and give him the bare minimum.