Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 12

"She better not whup you; don't worry about it kid. Just tell me what you want to eat besides the groceries." His eyes lit up when he realized I was still going to supply the house.

"HAMBURGERS, LIKE BIG HAMBURGERS AND A STRAWBERRY SHAKE, OH CHINESE FOOD TOO, LIKE EGG FOO YOUNG MISTER!!" I chuckled tapping away at my phone happy to be his fairy godfather one more time.

"I got it Justin; hey, I'm gonna be out here on the curb until you get your stuff. Make sure you share it with your sister too; what about Tressie? Know what she wants to eat?"

"No, sorry."

"Don't worry about it, just make sure she gets some food, okay?"

"Yes sir!" I laughed when the youngster saluted me.

I had a surprise waiting for me as I ordered supplies for Vicky's siblings. My auntie's not so secret admirer in Dubai decided to shoot another five hundred bucks into the account. Logically speaking it was posted on my page but I still felt guilty inadvertently catfishing some guy. I dialed her up with the intent of letting her decide what we'd do about the situation.

"Boy what you doing calling me up right now; I'm out with, friends." I didn't want to read between the lines.

"Your secret admirer from Dubai popped another five hundred bucks onto my cash app; I guess, I wanted your thoughts on the matter."

"You felt guilty about the money, right?"

"Fifteen hundred in three days and I spent some of it already; so yeah, guilty as charged."

"Only fifteen hundred, I'm worth lot more than that boy." Auntie Esther chuckled in a way that made me question the statement.

"I know, its just that I don't want him expecting another scene; so, you want me to take your stuff down, or what?"

"Tell you what, if he sends another five hundred, we'll whip something up, okay boy?" I heard some movement in the background giving me the sneaking suspicion my wayward auntie was at some motel.

"Is that the only way I'm gonna get at you Auntie?"

"Cut it out boy." She hung up.

I was leaning against the fence on the cracked sidewalk staring at the face of my phone. I considered asking her to send me a booty pic but figured that would earn me a "spanking" at some point in the future. I found another emoji laden message from Yoli that completely ignored our last exchange, specifically my emotional confession of sorts.

I didn't respond figuring I might trigger some crazy behavior. There was really nothing more I could do for her at this point, but I was never going to shut her out the way Ms. One had. I chaffed inside because it was easy calling my nemesis by her alter ego's name these days. There was no doubt more retribution was coming by my hand or the almighty.

"HEY BRUH, WUS GOOD?!!"

"Excuse me?" I glanced over finding a sight that made my heart leap into my throat. I recognized the thug approaching me flanked by two rough looking associates at each side.

This big criminal looking dude was the same guy who stepped to me the day I'd been out looking for Vicky. Our exchange was initially about attempted business (Drugs) shifting to the quality of the local prostitutes that hung out in the area. I wondered about that day since then; wondered if Vicky were back there on the stroll.

The image of her looking into car windows to haggle with prospective johns made my blood boil. It also explained her eventual willingness to engage in a threesome with her cousin Tressie that night. Everything that followed was out of pocket on her end. As usual, I was clueless to her true nature.

"Chilling, how you doing?" I caught myself knowing to keep my eyes on his, street rules being that any sign of weakness made you prey. I hated that generalization, the duality of it being true and insulting to brothers simultaneously. My tone was even and moderate betraying no apprehension.

"WHAT YOU DOING AROUND HERE? YOU LOOKING FOR REAL NOW, OR JUST WINDOW SHOPPING?!!" This guy's gaze shifted towards Vicky's house as he spoke making me bristle internally.

"Just helping out a friend and then I'm gone."

I noticed the nervous energy amongst his associates, recognized the pack mentality out looking for prey. Their ring leader was more relaxed probably because he was built like an NFL player even though we were the same height; likely because he had a four man backup crew. The other guys were a mixed bag of builds but more than enough for a middleweight like myself. One of the guys nudged him earning a momentary glance before he regarded me again.

"Hey bruh, you know what it is; you gonna have to come up off that phone and empty your pockets too."

"Sorry, I can't do that shit." I was leaning on the partial fence resting my elbows.

I had thoughts of flipping headfirst over the fence and either running to Vicky's house or around the townhouse. Running towards Vicky's house was obviously out of the question because of Tressie and the children.

"MAN GIVE ME YOUR SHIT!!" This lanky light skinned guy with a ballcap sitting on the back of his head nudged forward as I took my elbows off the fence. He had a silly, crazy look on his face that made me want to smash it, but I inched backward.

"No."

"Hey, you want us to get to dumping on your ass nigga?!! We taking your shit one way or another!!" I'd already planned to hop the fence and hit the side of Vicky's house for the adjacent street. Only problem was, I wasn't familiar with this neighborhood.

"I'm trying to help somebody out and I don't want no parts of this shit." Two guys at my right were starting to spread out as I pressed into the fence letting my arm hang over the opposite side holding my android.

"YOU GONNA HELP US OUT TOO BRUH!!" The ring leader threatened.

Before I could say anything we all heard the screen door open and close with a rickety slam. Tressie Fisher appeared walking across the backyard to my side of the fence.

She was wearing this long sleeved denim dress haphazardly fitted to her voluptuous hourglass figure that made me fear the worst in front of these humanoid jackals. My heart was thumping wildly as I considered swinging on the jacked up guy in front of me.

"Barry what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh, hey Tee-Tee!!" His demeanor melted away with a goofy smile spreading across his face.

"Barry tell me you're not out robbing people again; and you got little Myron out here learning how to be a criminal too, huh? I'm gonna have to speak with Ms. Fanny this Sunday because you're out of pocket." She sounded like she had a hangover running her hand through her hair as some of the guys looked around confused.

"Aw come on Tee-Tee, we was just playing with him; you ain't gotta bring my granny into this!"

"YOU BETTER STOP CALLING ME THAT BARRY!!"

"Uh sorry Tressie." This guy was completely buck broken, submissive.

"MS. FISHER!!" She corrected.

"Yeah sorry about that Ms. Fisher; we cool and everything, right?" Tressie turned looking me directly in the face.

"Hey, you got a ten or something you can lend me, huh?" Her outstretched hand was in my face.

"Sure." Luckily I had some loose money in my pocket fishing out a ten dollar bill which she in turn rewarded to Barry and his crew of fuckups. I felt like it was a down low way of paying taxes so that I could make it out this hood alive.

"Barry I want you to get Ms. Fanny one of those Arizona ice teas she likes so much, buy two tall cans; and I'm gonna call her to make sure you did what I said, okay?" I watched this tough son of a bitch literally shuck and jive in front of Tressie with awkward body language.

"You ain't gotta do that Ms. Fisher."

"But I am Barry, so you better make sure your granny's happy or I'm not signing that paperwork saying you got part time work down at the church nigga."

"Okay ma'am, I'm out."

"Myron, you know it's a school night; don't make me call up your daddy." Tressie threatened Barry's right hand man, ironically the guy that pushed to attack me.

"YOU GONNA TRICK ON ME?!!"

"I can call him right now if you want and you know he don't want you outside after dark! How do you think he's gonna feel when he find out you hanging with Barry?!! Or I'll tell you what; how about I dial up my brother, huh nigga?!!"

The color drained out of their collective faces at the mention of Demon.

"Hey guys we gotta get to that corner store before it closes; who's coming with me?"

Only Myron remained as the other guys walked off with muted jeers and peer commentary. Barry glowered at me for a second before leaning over the fence giving Tressie a peck on the cheek. Both of my would be robbers slowly drifted away. Myron glanced back a few times making me want to meet him in the middle of the street.

"So what're you doing here?" She asked after they were long gone.

"Wanted to help."

"By standing outside, huh?"

"Check it out."

A car pulled up filled with bags of groceries and dinner for Vicky's siblings. We watched the driver deliver everything to the back door while Justin jumped about excited and happy to be getting what he wanted. Tressie's expression didn't change one bit as she tugged at her wrinkled dress.

"Did they thank you?"

"They don't have to Tressie; and Justin didn't let me in because I'm a stranger."

"So that's a no, right?"

"I was wrong, they thanked me for the groceries, Justin saluted me too. Tressie, just let them be happy, I really did come over here to make amends with you. Looks like you need some help and I can push a broom around the house while you get some rest."

"Oh you care so much about my welfare and those kids in there, is that right?"

"Yeah."

"Did you read that letter?"

"No, but I have it."

I pulled it out of my back pocket showing the unopened letter to her. Tressie looked blasted out, exhausted to the max standing there scratching her lower side as if she'd just gotten out of bed. The expression on her face had me expecting to be cursed out.

"Come on then."

She turned trudging across the yard to the back of the dilapidated town house. I was obliged to hurry behind Tressie towards the back door. That dress was almost form fitting in certain places presenting a denim covered coke bottle to the eye. Tressie stopped short right in front of me causing a collision of flesh.

"SORRY!" Tressie turned at the hip looking at me with one eyebrow raised. I was ready to beg off at the first sign of aggression, but she went to unbuckling me with nimble fingers quickly stripping away my belt with a bit of flair.

"Stay here, wait for me."

I held onto my pants at the waistline watching the pronounced sway of her butt as she disappeared inside the house.

A cacophony of screaming, jeering and frenzied movement followed alarming me enough to approach the screen door yanking it open. I found myself looking directly at Tressie's huge bust almost mashed into my face. I righted myself able to look over her shoulder finding Vicky's siblings in the process of cleaning the adjacent kitchen. Justin was using a dishrag to wipe down the fridge while his slovenly sister toiled over a deep sink full of dirty dishes.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

Her voice was harsh and off-putting. Justin was putting away the groceries in the background while his sister glared at me once or twice. In my opinion, this sixteen year old was a complete turd.

"Well, I thought I could offer some help."

"No you heard me being a black woman, so you were gonna stop me from getting my cousin's straight."

"Hey, I don't wanna fight."

"Who says we're fighting?" Tressie grabbed my hand drawing me into the kitchen.

She let go almost immediately beckoning me closer to the fridge which she opened. It was stuffed to the gills with fresh groceries revealing a con that made me feel stupid. Justin dipped his head looking at the floor unable to meet my gaze.

"Hey, you ever tried putting ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag?"

"You win." I was embarrassed backing away dejected at being manipulated by a kid, but Tressie caught my hand stopping me at the screen door.

"Thanks for the groceries and the meal; I was out of it honestly, and I told this little bitch over here to make dinner. She had a microwave burrito and Justin here, had whatever the fuck she made in the pot she's cleaning. HURRY UP AND WASH THOSE DISHES OR I'M GONNA WHUP YOU ASS AGAIN!!"

My belt was hanging around her neck which Tressie snatched down with flair laying the motion blurred strap across the girl's backside.

"YUH, YES MA'AM!!" Vicky's sister was visibly horrified nodding profusely going back to her chores with renewed vigor. She glared at me one time too many earning a bonus swat across the butt.

"YOU'RE GOING TO BED AFTER YOU FINISH UP IN HERE, AND YOU AIN'T EATING NONE OF THE SHIT ON THAT TABLE GIRL!!" I was shocked that Tressie Fisher skewed distinctly old school in terms of parenting. I'd only ever seen her as the casually malevolent woman covertly enraged at the church. Knew only the sexual deviant born out of tragedy behind those faux-hallowed walls.

"Guess I made a fool of myself; I'm gonna go home." Again Tressie snagged my hand.

"You eat yet?"

"I'll get something on the way home."

"No you're gonna have some of this food you brought; go sit in that stripped car outside in the yard. I'll bring you a plate." She gave my cheek a little pinch starting to smile at the look on my face.

"Man, you make me think you're gonna cook for me." I started to smile too acknowledging the return of some friendliness between us.

"I don't know how to cook; why do you think I told this little bitch over here to make dinner for her brother? Of course she put her own little spin on things as you can see. HURRY UP AND GET IT FIXED STACEY!!" My belt swished through the air catching the broad side of the sixteen year old's rear end. It was the first time I'd ever heard the kid's name.

"YES MA'AM, DON'T WHUP ME!!" Stacey Stone didn't look like her name, probably an ugly duckling who secretly despised her stunningly beautiful older sister. The girl began frantically washing the dishes as Tressie shot Justin a menacing look. I chuckled when he snatched up a broom sweeping up the kitchen floor with equal fervor.

"Don't whup me either ma'am!" I teased when she looked at me.

"Get out of here!" I received a playful swat across the butt.

"Deja vu."

"Huh?"

"You're the second woman to hit me on the ass with a belt this week." I answered.

"What're you talking about?"

"There's children about Tressie; we're not corrupting impressionable minds, are we?"

"OUT!"

I was unceremoniously shoved outside into the yard hearing some chortling from Vicky's siblings. I gathered myself holding my pants to my waist as I walked over finding the bombed out chassis Tressie mentioned. Part of me wanted to know how a stripped car that had obviously been set aflame ended up in Vicky's yard.

The inside was dirty with some odds and ends that likely originated in the townhouse. I tossed a few things out before taking some garbage to the can at the end of the alley. I wasn't just going to sit inside the thing with crap up to my ears. Tressie showed up with two plates as I was making myself comfortable behind the wheel.

"Déjà vu time two, Tressie." I mentioned as she slid in beside me putting the plates on the jacked up dashboard. There were no doors to speak of with this slight burnt odor lingering. She jostled about making herself comfortable drawing up her denim dress a bit.

"Talking about Phoebe, right?"

"Very perceptive."

"Did you fuck her brains out? She's been going on about you for the longest time and I hope she got that shit out of her system. She's even been getting on her husband's last nerve talking about you to him. He's damn near living with Deidrick and Cedric at this point."

"Don't blow my head up; and she fucked my brains out FYI."

"Really?"

"Wants to make a sex tape too." I mentioned getting her attention as she munched on some egg fu young, chuckling. We chuckled for a minute as Stacey appeared with two cans of lemonade. The kid handed me the ice cold cans mindful of Tressie sitting beside me.

"IS THAT KITCHEN CLEAN?!!" Tressie's voice went matronly evil in that instant.

"YES, YES MA'AM!!" Stacey blurted out almost hiccupping.

"GO TO BED AND TELL JUSTIN HIS HOMEWORK BETTER BE DONE BY THE TIME I COME BACK OR HE'S GETTING WHIPPED TOO!!" We watched the chubby girl stumble off letting the rickety screen door slam behind her with a little echo that lingered.

"So you're keeping my belt?"

"Shut up fool, you have no idea what those two are like. Stacey's so full of shit and entitled for no reason at all. I mean, well Justin was always doted on by his mother, but she was pretty much road kill in the house. Vicky was already throwing hands and kicking it on the curb so her mom gave up. Fucked all her kids over for some nigga with a checkbook! Just noped out on her kids and our family wasn't helping."

"Why?"

"They're bastards all three the progeny of two different guys. What makes it scandalous is that my uncle isn't the father of any of them, so you can kind of see why my mom has no fucks to give about their situation. Vicky's real dad died with a little help from the hood when she was twelve. Stacey and Justin's dad really only came by to hit those back shots on their trifling mother. He never cared about them, only that it could get him into the house and their mom's bed. That fucker used to give them each fifty dollars to go outside so that he could fuck. Imagine two kids with pockets full of cash around here!! They got tossed up most of the time until Demon fixed that shit with all them dumbass niggas around here!! Daddy number two bounced for a younger model with a fatter ass stupid enough to marry him."

"What happened to your uncle; how does he feel about all this shit?"

"He don't feel no way about it, he's dead."

"Oh, sorry Tressie, my condolences."

"My uncle was this big fat chubby guy who always smiled no matter what, even if he was eating glass. He worked for a factory and held it down as a janitor on the weekends and holidays. He was so dedicated to that woman who had not one fuck to give about him. He plucked her out of the projects across the street back in the day when the city pretended it cared, thought he could make her housewife material. Checked out when he found otherwise. Funny, she was still getting insurance checks when she up and bounced."

"That's fucked up." I didn't know what else to say.

"Are you gonna read that letter?" Tressie asked catching me by surprise.

I pulled Vicky's letter from my back pocket staring at it like Pandora's box. Tressie sat there watching me fidget with it, hands trembling. I put it on the dashboard leaning back running my hand over the right side of my head. Knowing more of Vicky's tragic past had me unnerved. I picked it up in shaking hands tearing a tiny bit of the edge but Tressie stopped me.

"You can't read that here."

"I thought that's what you wanted?"

"That's why you can't read it here; it's not for me. What's inside is all about you and my cousin. I don't care how you feel about what she was doing to feed her family. I want you to read it when you're ready, and you obviously not ready now."

"You know what in this, don't you?"

"Yes I do; that's why you're not opening that letter in front of me. I've had enough drama to last a lifetime and as you can see, now I'm a surrogate mommy. I got three kids to take care of nigga."

"What do you mean three kids?"

Tressie Fisher leaned over kissing me on the lips drawing back averting her eyes.

"Very funny."

I watched her gather up our empty plates leaving the cans behind walking over to the garbage cans dumping everything. Tressie Fisher was vastly interesting leaving me with the feeling I'd found out more about her this evening than the entire time we'd known one another. This was an amazing development considering all the times we'd sexually ravished each other.