Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 10

I was shocked at her apologetic tone to these men who were likely going to run a train on her closeted husband.

"Don't worry about it baby girl; we'll take Oliver over to the forest preserves and have us a little "nature walk", if you know what I mean?" Deidrick replied while his lover tried to get closer filming me. I put a hand up covering the half of my features facing Cedrick.

"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP MAN, STOP FILMING!!" I threatened.

"That would serve you right, my man is a golden gloves boxer nigga." Deidrick snickered.

"I wouldn't waste my time; besides, I wouldn't want to knuckle up with that bitch Vicky. You know she obsessed with this cheating nigga, right?"

"Ain't that the truth." Deidrick and Cedric left us alone in the living room without another word. Phoebe looked humiliated, but not as much as I'd been during the awkward situation.

"It's complicated." She explained.

"It's cool, can we get that shower please?"

Phoebe leaned in kissing me wantonly, freed from hiding her secret. This was way more passionate culminating with me taking her doggy style on their retro coffee table. I waxed her shuddering cheeks finishing up an impromptu salacious afternoon.

Phoebe explained afterwards that Oliver bought the sofa and coffee table as her reason for defiling those particular furniture items. It was a true war of the roses between the young, successful married couple after she'd learned Oliver had initially hooked up with the gay couple on snapchat. Thus was explained her presence in the church that afternoon. Oliver was meeting Deidrick and Cedric for the first time.

A public place was safe for meeting online partners. What could be safer than a church?

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The ride home was semi-quiet and uneventful with Phoebe engaging in small talk for the most part. She seemed able to compartmentalize her experiences to the extreme engaging in a legitimate conversation with me devoid of ulterior motive for the first time since we met. She even suggested some colleges I could look into to explore my talent for filmmaking outside of amateur porn mentioning a summer program for aspiring directors.

Things were okay, but she got kind of handsy once we pulled up on the side of my house. It was probably eight in the evening and I was physically taxed ending up giving Phoebe my number. She started talking about Oliver going on some business trip to Salt Lake City and inquiring if I would like to be a guest at their home. I was noncommittal with other things on my mind as she drove off. I needed an extra shower after that weird experience finding my phone ringing on my desk when I got out.

"Hey, so how did you like it Charity?"

"NOT PLEASED AT ALL, ESPECIALLY WITH YOU AT THIS EXACT FUCKING MOMENT!!" If I was right in front of her, there probably would've been violence.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about that. What was up with those shitty clothes girl? Why were you dressed like a bag lady?" I mean, was I supposed to put a glass slipper on your fucking foot since you dressed up like Cinderella before the glow up, or something?"

"Father."

"Your dad did that to you; he wanted you to be embarrassed?"

"Father is convinced that I'm always looking to hook up with guys; its his way of making me less appealing and I really don't appreciate you FUCKING ABANDONING ME THERE ASSHOLE!!"

"Calm the fuck down or you get no Andre bitch. What happened Charity; did you get exposed?"

"Hardly, Tressie was very accommodating and disgustingly pious to the extreme. I almost thought she were after my father and he was tickled to death with the attention. Now because you wanted to stunt on a vastly undeserving female, we're members of your church. By the way, really didn't appreciate the mad dogging from that Vicky person all afternoon after I mentioned your name. I so abhor organized religion nigga."

"Cool."

"THEY'RE GONNA BAPTIZE ME MOTHERFUCKER!!" Charity screamed into the phone making my ear ring.

"Chill the fuck out; so, your dad trusts Tressie, right?"

"YEAH, SO WHAT?!!"

"Then everything worked out because you're going to join the Youth Social; its this little group that she presides over being trained to be the next generation of our church. It's her personal pilot program of sorts, very exclusive."

"I HATE church, DO you UNDERSTAND?!!" Yeah, Charity definitely would've harmed me if she could get hands on me at that moment.

"I thought you were intelligent, a woman of vision Charity. Your dad was probably smitten at hello after he got a look at Tressie's huge tits, so how do you think he'll react when she drives over to your house to pick you up for the entire afternoon and early evening? She's got a nice car with a big trunk that could hold a tote bag with some decent clothing to show off those big tits of yours too. You can get salty with me if you want; but a dick ain't nothing but a handle to turn a motherfucker over with, right bitch?"

It was quiet on her end of the phone before she started chuckling.

"You're a quick study; this better work out or I'm gonna stick it to you. I think we're more alike that you know. You have the makings of a good villain my friend. I'll play it your way, okay?"

"You don't have no choice, and Charity?"

"What?"

"I'm still gonna fuck you in the ass next time we're alone, hard." She started laughing in this lively manner before retorting.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna shove two fingers in your ass and milk your prostate while you do, nigga." She ended the call before I could shoot back.

After that I settled in for the evening thinking about Phoebe, Charity, Tressie before thoughts naturally settled on Vicky. Those jerks Deidrick and Cedric mentioned Vicky being obsessed with me while Charity alerted me to some malfeasant behavior on my redbone ex-girlfriend's part.

That single thought alone perplexed me as we'd briefly claimed one another before she shifted gears making a concerted effort to disappear from my life. In that time I'd ached for her despite the fact we hadn't known one another that long. something just seemed to spark between us and I know she felt it despite showing up to church with that fucking Bentley guy.

My thoughts flowed to that dress she was wearing which fit her like a second skin. Despite myself, I fantasized about fucking her brains out while she were wearing it eventually ripping it from her body grabbing those wide hips. She had to know the effect seeing her in that would have on me. The thought came to mind that Vicky was trying to stick it to me emotionally.

That bitch knew she left me high and dry without an explanation but had the nerve to come to church stunting. I didn't know if I wanted to fight of fuck her like animal. I wished I'd really shown her how much her hated enemy Renee Kelly taught me. I wanted to see what kind of panties were hidden underneath that minidress. I wanted that dress as a trophy for my hurt feelings as my mind went to a dark place.

That Bentley guy was probably fucking her right at this moment while I was laying in bed pining over the bitch.

My imagination got the better of me as I pictured this whole romantic scenario between the two fucking, making love like it was their honeymoon or something. I wanted to pounce on that tall lanky fucker and beat him to death for touching my woman.

My chest tightened up bringing with it this irritation at the corner of my eyes. I considered calling Phoebe back to share my bed. Oliver sure as hell wouldn't mind getting rid of the inconvenience that was his wife. Their arrangement struck me weird and unnecessary. There were legions of men out there who'd die for the opportunity to have a woman that looked like Phoebe.

I pondered many things watching some zombie movie as I drifted off into a troubled sleep.

"HUH, What? What the hell?!" I awoke some hours later to incessant knocking on my window. I rolled over drawing the curtain back looking out at my backyard.

"WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE?!!" I found Vicky's face in extreme closeup grimacing when our eyes met.

"COME OUT HERE!!" She yelled in my face separated by the window pane. Vicky was holding onto the ledge which was a good seven or more feet off the ground. Her shoulders were bare telling me she was still wearing the dress from earlier in the day.

"OH NOW YOU SHOW UP?!! AFTER YOU GHOSTED ME BITCH?!!" The anger burst out of me without warning at the sight of her stunning beauty.

"COME OUT HERE OR I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR SHIT AND CLIMB IN THERE NIGGA!!" She screamed back equally livid. I noticed some movement just over Vicky's shoulder quickly getting up on my knees in the bed snatching my curtains open.

Bentley was standing in my backyard pacing back and forth manically.

"OH YOU BROUGHT YOUR NIGGA?!! TELL HIM I'LL BE RIGHT OUT TO GET ME SOME BITCH!!" I jumped out of bed running down the corridor to the living room barefooted. I was just wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, but I knew I was beating that Bentley guy senseless.

"HEY WAIT!!" Vicky yelled loud enough to be heard from the outside of my bedroom window. I nicked my fingers on the door frantically trying to open it impaired by my own bloodlust.

I managed to get it open almost taking my screen door off the hinges bolting down the front steps ready for war. I found Vicky running in my direction like she was going to football tackle me but evaded her with a sudden spin to the blind side. Bentley looked horrified starting to hop in place which I figured was him getting ready to throw hands.

I launched a haymaker intending to knock his head clean off his shoulders but this fucker dropped down making me miss by a country mile. I tossed a few more blows his way catching my rival in the chest. I hit this skinny guy so hard, it was audible. It sounded like his chest was hollow as I pressed in trying to grab a fistful of his shirt.

His hand was in my face blinding me for a moment, but I was possessed by Ares the god of war launching dirty kicks into the back of his left thigh several times swinging wildly. A few of my crazed punches struck gold before I was yanked back with enough force to rip the collar of my t-shirt.

"STOP IT!!" Vicky screamed trying to separate us.

"FUCK YOU VICKY; YOU BROUGHT THIS FOOL OVER HERE TO FIGHT, RIGHT BITCH?!!"

"NO!!" She denied as that same dog barked incessantly off in the distance. I didn't care if the neighbors heard and my mother was out for the night with her boyfriend. My eyes were laser focused on Bentley's face making me want to turn it into mush no matter what.

"HEY MAN!!" He parried another haymaker shoving me with considerable strength as I tried to channel my cousin Jaquan the day he knocked me out.

I was naturally doing this boxer's stutter step as Bentley shocked me by flipping head first over my fence nearly landing on his head. Vicky suddenly swung her own haymaker into the inside of my bicep with enough force to send a shockwave through my arm. She clamped down on my arm dropping onto the grass tussling with me. Emotion rewarded me the strength of Hercules as I shoved her aside struggling to my feet. Vicky snagged my leg almost yanking my pajama bottoms off as Bentley took a few steps back, fists raised.

"GET IN THE CAR; WAIT IN THE FUCKING CAR BENTLEY!!" This was enough for him as the cowardly suitor turned tail running down the street away from my house. Vicky managed to wrap her arms around my waist, still on her knees.

"PLEASE STOP, I DIDN'T COME HERE TO FIGHT!!" She begged with conviction as I turned my furrowed brow in her direction.

I nudged away from her with force, making Vicky fall over on her side in my grass. I didn't feel like hearing it starting to stalk off with the intent of finishing the fight if necessary or just going back into my home. She tugged down on the end of her minidress trying vainly to cover her big thighs.

"GOOD NIGHT VICKY!!" I was already at my gate power walking around the side of my house looking over my shoulder in the direction Bentley had run. There was no sign of the tall, skinny coward on the streets but a few parked cars the next block over. I was of a mind to walk back there and check those cars but thought better of it.

HEY!! DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!!" Vicky stumbled after me missing a shoe caring nothing at all that it was in the middle of the sidewalk.

"WATCH ME!!"

"COME ON PLEASE!!" She was limping favoring her knee but I thought it a ploy to appeal to a fast disappearing sympathy. Vicky stopped in the middle of the sidewalk watching me leave.

"If you listen to me one more time I'll never bother you again." She said it plain and simple stopping me in my tracks. I turned around looking at her standing there kind of hunched over rubbing her right knee feeling instantly horrible.

"What did you bring that nigga over here for, huh?"

"He gave me a ride; I don't have no fucking car and Bentley lives around the corner from me in the nice apartments."

"That's special, so you wanted me to fight your new boyfriend?"

"He's my simp, uh from time to time; we have never slept together." Vicky was breathing hard still adjusting her frock pulling up on the top of her minidress to keep a boob from popping out in front of my eyes.

"You expect me to believe that?"

"You brought that raggedy bitch to church today trying to stunt."

"Yeah and it didn't work, so what?"

"You fucked Phoebe too; don't lie, I saw you at her house. Deidrick and Cedric snitched you out; bet you made one of those dirty movies with her too, huh?" It sounded like she was just trying to confirm things and I didn't want any more drama.

"Yeah, I fucked Phoebe; so you know her husband bats for the other team and she wasn't getting any. So yeah, I fucked her, so what's that got to do with you bringing that nigga "Bentley" over here, huh bitch?" I didn't care putting everything on the table.

"Tell me, did I REALLY MEAN anything to you at all, or where you gonna keep fucking other women?" After being shunned and ghosted by this woman, I found this egregious.

"No, I wasn't gonna fuck no other women; but you cancelled us when you noped out of my house that day. You didn't give me a fucking chance and I was just up inside you Vicky!! YOU HAD YOUR FUCKING COUSIN CAPING FOR YOUR SCARED ASS!! YOUR COUSIN WHO I FUCKED!! YOUR COUSIN WHO PASSED ME OFF TO PHOEBE TODAY!! Oh yeah, she set that shit up, or didn't you know shit? I GUESS YOU CAN GO FUCK THAT NIGGA BENTLEY NOW!!"

"I came to talk."

"Mission accomplished; make sure to give that skinny fool the five star treatment Vicky." I started to back off unable to turn away from her face as it flushed with emotion, eyes glistening.

"Wait."

"For what, you think I'm some kind of scumbag because of that shit I was doing with all those women before and while I met you. You're supposed to this big tough hood chick, but you're all about drama Vicky. I liked you, really liked from the first time I saw you and just so you know; I wasn't ever going to film you in one of those movies. I don't wanna share you with the world, but you think I'm trash because of it. I'm not slick and I'm not fucking with you, so let's stop this crazy whatever; you can go fuck your simp."

She was starting to sob making things outside emotionally heady, then she did something unexpected.

Vicky Stone dropped to her knees flattening her palms on the sidewalk crying loudly for a few seconds before looking up at my face. The expression on it destroyed my heart making it impossible for me to leave her there.

"Please, I want to tell you the truth about that day, and then I'll leave you alone."

"Okay Vicky." That was the last thing I wanted in that moment. The last thing I wanted in forever.

I went to her taking a hand almost snatching her up into my arms. We walked to the bottom of my steps having a seat. Somewhere off in the distance that dog was still barking. Vicky inched close leaning into my side as both of us stared out at the residential street and my neighbor's home across the way. My heart was thumping as Vicky interlocked her fingers in mine.

"Promise to let me go after I tell you."

"No."

"You'll let me go; I'll make you."

"No you won't; let's go to bed and start over." Vicky smiled a little sniffling wiping her reddened nose with her forearm. She coughed a bit getting my attention, but I quickly glanced away.

"If I get in your bed we won't get any sleep; so I can't."

"We'll sleep on the floor." Vicky leaned into me burying her face in my bicep for a few seconds. She was smiling when she came up with tears streaming from her eyes.

"You don't need me, I'm bad for, people. I'm sorry about Bentley, but I needed the ride and he was there playing video games with my brother. You never had anything to worry about, I'm never having sex with him. I just, have a simp."

"Maybe you should tell Bentley that?"

"I have but he thinks if he hangs around enough, I'm gonna see the light and bend over for him. We've talked about it and he's made his choice."

"You want me to go to jail Vicky?"

"I want you to understand that I'm a piece of shit. Maybe make you hate me for treating a guy like toilet paper, but I can't lie to you anymore."

"Just don't tell me; I don't want to know then."

"Too late you're gonna find sooner or later." Vicky squeezed my hand making me anxious as my heart started thumping.

I panicked cupping her cheek for a deep soulful kiss. We started going at it for a few minutes before she broke away gasping. Vicky brought our intertwined hands up to her chest disengaging to press my palm against her chest. Her heart was beating as wildly as mine. We were in synch, perfectly and I felt a warmth engulf me. We started to make out some more forgetting about the world around us. Vicky drew back again with more tears streaming down her face.

"I want to make love with you, not fuck; but if I get in your bed, I'm never gonna have the courage to go through with it. If I don't tell you its gonna be all fucked up and you're gonna hate me anyway. I don't want that, but I can't get out of it either."

"Don't tell me; I don't care." I wiped some of the tears from her eyes but they were coming too fast, mine too.

Vicky's phone appeared from her cleavage. She was storing the cheap burner phone in her brassiere. I felt it when she pressed my hand against her bosom. Sniffling, Vicky began working her fingers on its surface for a few seconds before handing it towards me.

"NO, I WON'T!!" I shot back.

"PLEASE, IF YOU CARE ANYTHING ABOUT ME AT ALL; YOU'LL LOOK AT THIS RIGHT NOW!!" She was starting to cry again and I couldn't take it snatching the phone and tossing it away from the porch onto my front lawn. Vicky started to go after it, but I grabbed her bicep roughly.

"I'll buy you a new phone, any phone you want. Stay with me Vicky; I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you too, but if you don't look at the truth, I'm gone."

Vicky carefully disengaged my hand walking over to the grass to retrieve her phone. Instead of walking back she started tapping away at her phone resulting in a text being delivered to my phone inside. There was no way I was going inside the house to retrieve my phone. We stared at one another. I knew she was serious, deadly serious and there was no escaping whatever it was she wanted me to know.

"Show me." My shoulders slumped as she did a gallows walk handing me her phone with a pic on its face. I took a while before looking at it, scared at what I would see.

"What is this?"

"Me."

It was a mugshot.

Her curly hair was a bit longer hanging wetly framing her beauty, a few errant curls about her brow. Heavy mascara framed her hazel eyes some of it running down her cheeks from apparent crying. Some kind of bruise was on her neck kind of like a hickey. Vicky was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that seemed out of place. It was the kind used by cops when a female suspect was scantily clad.