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Short Story Sunday 4/30/2017 (Her Hustle Excerpt)

As she got closer, she stopped in her tracks. There at the table, was Rodney. Their eyes locked and they both had the same expression on their faces.

“What are you doing here?” they both said in unison.

Everyone grew quiet. Her sister, Anissa, was the first to speak.

“How do y’all know each other?”

“We live in the same apartment complex on the same floor,” they both said.

Danisha found it annoying that they were speaking at the same time, thinking the same thing.

“It’s a small world isn’t it?” said her mother.

“Come sit down so we can eat.”

They both walked the rest of the way to the table. The only seat left was the one by Rodney. Danisha reluctantly sat down, rolling her eyes. Why the fuck was he here, she thought. It was like Anissa was reading her mind. She had a tendency of doing that.

“This is my boyfriend Roshan. Roshan this is my sister Danisha. I knew you weren’t dating anyone so I didn’t want you to feel like a fifth wheel so I asked him to bring a friend. But I guess that was a bad idea.”

“No shit, Anissa,” said Danisha.

“You watch your mouth!” exclaimed their mother.

“You may be grown but I will slap the piss out of you if you use such language around me again.”

“Sorry, mom.”

The whole time her father sat there quietly eating. He wasn’t much of a drama man so when there was some brewing, he kept his mouth shut and his eyes down. Rodney and Roshan followed suit. They all started eating in silence. Danisha just wanted to leave. This wasn’t exactly her ideal lunch with her family. As she ate, she noticed the cologne Rodney was wearing. It was the kind that got her lower half heating up. Unbreakable by Khloe and Lamar. She shifted trying not to let the scent get to her.

“I guess I’ll be the ice breaker,” said her father.

“Danisha, how is my lovely daughter doing?”

“I’m doing good dad. Just working. You know, business as usual.”

“What business would that be?” asked her mother.

Danisha became nervous hoping that Rodney would not bring up her apparel the night before. She glanced over and saw that he too was waiting for an answer. She could see the amusement in his face.

“You guys know I don’t like to discuss my business. Just know that it and I are doing well and I’m living comfortably,” said Danisha.

“I bet. The kind of place you live in you must be really doing good,” said Anissa.

Danisha rolled her eyes and took another bite of her tuna sandwich and chips. She hated having to have breakfast, lunch, or dinner with her family. The focus was always on her and what she was doing.

“Danisha, why don’t you tell us how you and Rodney met?” said her mother. Danisha glared at her in dismay and embarrassment. She didn’t want to tell her parents what their first encounter was really like.

“I was coming home from a late night at work and we bumped into each other on the elevator. We exchanged greetings and when we got out the elevator, we went our separate ways.”

“That’s it?” asked her father and Anissa.

“Well, I was tired and wasn’t really up for conversation,” Rodney finally said.

“Plus I had just moved in that morning and she was the first person I ran into that lived on my floor. She looked tired as well and I didn’t want to keep her.”

He smirked as he said that. Her blood boiled hot. She was sure they could see the steam coming out of her ears.

“Well, maybe you two should go out sometime and maybe Danisha can show you around the town,” said her mother.

“Mom…” Danisha started but was then cut off.

“In fact, Danisha, give him a tour of the house,” her mom smiled with a wide grin.

“I would love that,” said Rodney.

Danisha let out a breath and rose from the table. She threw her napkin onto her plate.

“It would be my pleasure,” she said sarcastically and walked towards the house.

“My sister can be stubborn like that sometimes,” said Anissa.

“I can see that,” said Rodney as he got up quickly and jogged after Danisha.

Once they were in the kitchen and he had closed the door, she spoke with heavy acid in her voice.

“You motherfucking bastard!” she yelled.

He gasped in shock at her tone and anger.

“You just…ugh!” she growled.

“I’m lost. The fuck is your problem?”

“The fuck is my problem? First, you fucking insult me by calling me a hooker.”

“I never said you were a hooker,” he said in defense.

“You implied it. Then you ask am I visiting someone and then was shocked when you found out I lived there. What? A black woman can’t live like a black man, or a man for that matter? I can’t have a job that affords me my penthouse and my car?”

“I get your point Danisha.”

“And now you’re at my fucking parents house, reveling in my squirming and even taking part in making it happen.”

“I said I get your point dammit!” he barked.

Danisha was taken back by his reaction. His chest was moving fast as she could feel the tension in the room rising. She turned and headed up to the foyer and up the stairs and he followed. She was pissed and he knew she was. She went into one of the guest rooms at the end of the hall and he followed closing and locking the door behind him. He quickly glanced around the room and realized how elegant it was. Then their eyes locked.

They walked quickly towards each other and embraced in a steam angry kiss. They were both pissed at each other and they didn’t even know each other. He wanted her and she just wanted to fuck and let off some steam. He took of her shirt but never looked away. She felt his arousal pressing between her legs. She caressed it and felt his hard, long, thick length. Her kitten was purring now from hunger. She needed it and she needed it now.

She undid his pants and they fell to the floor. He kicked his shoes off, along with his pants. His dick fell through the front hole of his boxers. She gasped at how big and black it was. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She quickly got on her knees and grabbed his hips. She looked up at him and smiled for he did not know what he was in for. His lips were parted and he stiffened his body as she took him completely in her mouth. He let out a groan and spread his legs to steady himself.

He put his hands on her shoulder as she slowly sucked and grazed his lengthy softly with her teeth. His breath hitched and he tensed up even more. She sucked harder now and faster taking him all the way in and then all the way out.

“Oh, fuck! I’m bout to bust!” he growled as he felt his nut and grabbed her head and thrusted in and out of her mouth.

“Oh, shit! Ah, fuck! Danisha damn!”

She felt his salty release down her throat. She took him out of her mouth and stood up and smiled. He was gasping for air as that nut took everything out of him. He smiled back.

“My turn,” he said.

He grabbed her by the waist and laid her on the bed. He pulled off her sandals and undid her pants, pulling them and her thong off. He got on top of her and kissed her hard. He kissed her neck then down to her breasts. He undid the bra from the front and gasped at how large her breast was. She felt his dick harden against her pussy. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her.

He grabbed her nipple with his teeth and sucked hard. She let out a small yelp as he took her by surprise. He then continued to kiss her down her stomach and then the insides of her thighs. He was now on his knees on the floor. As he continued to kiss both thighs he inserted two fingers in her pussy and her hips lurched. She let out a gasp and clenched the sheets.

With his free hand he grabbed his pants and pulled a condom out of his pocket. She didn’t hear him open the packet and put the condom on. He then removed his fingers and kissed her clitoris and then forcefully attacked it with his tongue. She put her hands on his head and he grabbed the outside of each of her thighs, pulling them apart.

He inserted his tongue in her pussy and she felt how long it was. He found her spot with his tongue and flicked it with the end of it. She let out a scream as her orgasm took over her body. Her cum came rushing out and squirted all in his mouth. He continued until she pushed his head away. He wiped his mouth and stood up.

“Fuck me now!” Danisha demanded.

He smiled, climbed in between her lugs and lunged in her. She screamed an ear piercing scream.

“Shh…” he said as he smiled.

“Just fuck me,” she begged and he did as he was told.

He slammed in her as hard as he could. She felt him in her stomach. She grabbed his arms which were big and muscular and that turned her on even more. His breath was becoming heavier and he held her hips as he slammed harder and harder in her. She was moaning and digging her nails into his back.

“Oh, shit, call me daddy,” he said.

“Nigga what?”

“Call me daddy,” he repeated.

“Hold on stop,” she said and he stopped thrusting.

“Call you daddy? Why?”

“I like when women call me daddy. Makes me feel superior and masculine,” he explained.

“Get out and off of me.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s my body and my pussy and because shit I fucking said so.”

He pulled out of her and rolled on side of her. She got up and started getting dressed. He watched her in confusion.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t call anyone daddy who demands it from me,” she replied.

“So you are a hooker,” he said.

“I am not a fucking hooker.”

“By the way you just sucked my dick and let me fuck you, yeah, I consider that a hooker.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said as she put her shoes on and looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser at the foot of the bed against the wall.

“You should get dressed before someone sees you,” she said as she unlocked the door and walked out leaving it open.

He hurried and got up to close it. Back outside, everyone was laughing and having a good time.

“I’m leaving, thanks for lunch,” said Danisha as she hugged and kissed her parents and then her sister.

Short Stories

Perish Island: A Short Thriller (Chapter 2)

At the bus station, it smelled of old people and moth balls. Though Tasia and I lived in an upscale gated community, the perimeters weren’t as lavish. I saw homeless people, drug heads, and beggars. I held my things close as so they would not be touched. I finally heard my bus get called and ran to the gate. I beat this man out by a split second. Loading my things under the bus, I quickly boarded and walked to the very back.

Plugging in my headphones, I took out my tablet and played some music as I wrote on my blog. I wanted to respond to some comments and begin this series. I had many comments saying how crazy I was to even be doing this. About three months ago, I found some interesting things about Perish Island. I also found some disturbing things.

Perish Island got its name because many people died there or just simply disappeared. Those who were found, were found in the most gruesome ways: eyes cut out, bodies dismembered, even a pregnant woman whose baby had been cut out. Through my extensive research, I read that the island was cursed. I also read some opposing articles on how the curse was fake and those bodies were staged, photoshopped, etc.

What got me interested in wanting to see for myself was lately, many people have gone missing or have come back changed. Changed in a way that no one could describe. They said something about their eyes were changed, to a purplish green color, and they spoke a dead language. I researched the language: Charishian. It was a language that was used by people of that island in the early 1500s, when the island was named Charish. I looked up and studied the language for the past month or so. It was a pretty hard language to learn, but I had the basics covered.

I hadn’t even noticed we had left the station until the bus came to an immediate stop, thrusting me forward, hitting something. Luckily, I gripped my tablet in time. I looked around and saw a bus full of confused people. I looked out the window. I didn’t see anything. I stood up and saw the bus driver getting off the bus. I heard a scream and saw the bus driver run back on, closing the doors hurriedly.

I took my headphones out and began walking down the aisle. As I got closer, I saw something, a huge something, lying in the middle of the road. I turned my tablet to camera mode, zoomed in as I got closer and snapped a few pictures. Others were standing up around me, snapping photos as well. I heard the bus driver radioing a police officer.

“Open the door,” I said.

“Wh…wh…what?”

“Open the door. I want to get a better look.”

“Are you fucking crazy?”

“No, I’m a blogger and this would be a good way to boost my ratings, now open the door.”

“You’re fucking…”

“Open the damn door!” I yelled.

She jumped, but opened the door. As I walked off, I heard others behind me coming off the bus. We walked around to the front and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I heard snaps of cameras and phones as people crowded around. No one said a word. I snapped about 50 shots from each angle. I am not sure what it was but it definitely was not human, or animal. It looked like a big black cloak, that could breathe, yes, it was breathing. I took out my camera and began recording. Making sure to get the thing in the background as I described what it was. I ended the recording as soon as the police, ambulance and UBF (Unidentified Beings Force) showed up.

They ordered us to get back on the bus, but I had everything I needed. They also made us swear not to post anything. Yeah, right. Soon as I got in my seat, I put my headphones back in and pretended I was listening and reading. I turned on my hotspot, hooked my camera up to my tablet and began uploading. The signal was weak, as I could tell we were getting close to a dead spot. It took about 10 minutes to upload. As it was working, I watched UBF haul the thing off. Whatever it was, it was still alive. I was so glad I would not be there when it woke up.

Another 45 minutes and we were back on the road. It was 12 in the afternoon and the sun was beaming high. I looked out the window, capturing as many photos as I could of fields, flowers, nature. Before long, I had dozed off, unknowingly, until I began to dream, and this was not like the other dream.

“You shouldn’t be here! Go back to where you came from!”

I was looking around. I was in the middle of the street, but no one was near me, saying anything. People walked by and didn’t seem to notice me. “I am well known but never seen. Don’t try to look for me, for your eyes can’t see even what is in front of you.” My heart started racing. I ran up to someone to ask if they heard the voice. Then I saw their eyes. I stopped breathing. It was real. The curse. Their eyes were purplish-green. Everyone. I darted down the street and I felt something cool on the back of my neck. I looked behind me and saw a shadow with no face. I screamed as it engulfed me. Everything went black.

I jolted awake and realized I was still on the bus. I looked around and many people were sleep or just not paying any attention to me. I grabbed my bag that had the food my sister had made me. I took out a sandwich and some chips with a bottle of water. I heard dings in my ear and realized it was my tablet.

They were comments to my photos and video I had posted earlier. I skimmed through them as I ate, reading what people thought that thing was, and still calling me crazy for continuing and not going back with the police. I scrolled through until I saw a comment that almost made me choke on the sandwich.

“I know who you are Iris. You should go back home. Perish Island needs not its secret exposed. Continue on this journey and you to shall perish.”

The comment shook me to my core. I tried to respond back but I kept getting the message that the user didn’t exist. Then the strangest thing happened. The comment disappeared, like it had never even been there. Did I imagine it? Was I losing it? Dammit. I knew I should’ve taken a screen shot.

My phone vibrated, scaring me from my thoughts. It was my sister. I let it go to voicemail. As I finished eating, I browsed through some more articles about Perish Island. I looked at old photos of people, businesses, schools. I compared them to recent photos and noticed that a lot of things had changed.

The island had been modernized but the population was still dropping. It was only at about 1,100 people. For such a large island, that was not a large amount of people. I went to my saved searches to look at the Air BnB I was staying at. It was a nice little cottage, just outside of town. Not too far from everything, but far enough that I would have privacy.

There were a few houses in the area, mostly older couples and one or two younger singles my age. It was behind the main house, a small pool separating the two. I assumed it had been a guest house for when the owner’s kids came into town. I sent a quick message to the owner letting them know about the earlier incident and that I may be coming in a little later than expected. I looked up and it was beginning to get dark.

I hated that I had to take the ferry in the night time. The waters would be black, unknown depths. We pulled into the bus station about an hour later and it was much nicer than the one back home. I gathered my things and headed to the ferry. There were a lot of people being taken to the island. I wondered if it was a special occasion. I sat alone, staring into the night sky, looking at the stars and the sun.

My phone buzzed and it was 4 voicemails and 23 text messages. Some from my sister and other from Jermail. Basically, my sister was pissed that I hadn’t told her that Jermail and I had broken up and Jermail was pissed that I had still been lying to my sister that I was going with him. I turned my phone off and stared back into the waters. It was about a 30 minute boat ride to the island. It was all lit up. I could see the light from the lighthouse.

Even at night the island was just as beautiful compared to the photos I had seen of it during the day. We docked and loaded off the ferry. My Uber was waiting there for me. I got in and we headed to the cottage. As we were leaving town, there became less and less street lights. Of course, I thought it odd.

“You ever been to the island?” the driver asked, distracting me from my thoughts.

“What? Oh, no, I haven’t.”

“How’d you hear about it?”

“I stumbled across the place that I am staying at and saw that it had great ratings. I just needed a vacation somewhere that was secluded.”

“Yeah, the Barry’s are nice and offer great service and hospitality.”

“How did you know where I was going?” I asked nervously.

“The address that you put in when you ordered the Uber.”

“Oh, right.”

I had in fact forgotten. I had also forgotten that there weren’t many people who lived on the island, so everyone probably knew each other. I began to relax as we talked for the next 10 minutes. He then pulled into the driveway of this beautiful, Victorian house. The architecture and pointed triangular roof tops. It was a large house, two stories. For two people in their 50s, this was a lot of house. The driver got my things out of the trunk as I walked up to the door. Before I could knock, it opened and their stood this woman, almost scared me half to death.

She had mocha skin, tight, like it had been pulled back, long, jet black hair, beady gray eyes, a neck like a giraffe, extremely high cheekbones, and skinnier than a rail. I quickly put on a smile to hide the fact that I was terrified. She looked possessed.

“Hi, you must be Mrs. Barry. I’m Iris.”

“Good evening, and please call me Janelle,” she screeched in her high pitched voice.

My heart stopped at her voice. I didn’t even want to go in anymore. I wanted the driver to take me back, but as soon as I turned around, all I could see was his taillights in the distance. I’m screwed. I turned back to the demon lady and she invited me in. I clutched my suitcase and slowly walked in. The inside of the house made my breath get caught in my throat. Obviously, this couple was into taxidermy, for there were stuffed animal heads and full animals everywhere. I’m not religious but even looking at this house I wish I had a rosary.

“Why don’t I show you to the back house and you get settled in,” came the voice again.

“Um, sure. Yeah, that would be great.”

I followed the decrepit lady through the foyer into the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw a cat with its teeth baring, hissing at what seemed to be some sort of dog.

“Oh, don’t mind them dear, that is how they play,” she said, giving me this look like I was dinner.

Out the back door I began to relax. The pool was lit and the water running down the rocks was soothing. There were lawn chairs lining the pool, a gazebo with a grill and some outdoor couches, a small garden on the outskirts of the pool area. It was beautiful to say the least. We got to the back house and she unlocked the door. I followed her in.

“Here are you quarters. Don’t be too shy to ask for anything. Also, make sure to look the doors and windows at night.”

“Why?” I asked, regretfully.

“Why dear, there’s a storm coming. There are also boards for the windows.”

As she walked out, I knew that was a lie. I locked the door behind her and made sure the windows were locked as well. I looked around the small cottage. There was a bathroom in the back with just a toilet and small shower, like that of a tiny house, the bed was king sized, the desk was small but usable and the décor was lovely, not like in the main house. I showered and unpacked some of my things, putting them into drawers. I was only going to be here a week. That meant I had five days to get my story and get the hell out of here. This place just had ‘bad idea’ written all over it.

Part of me wishes I had listened to Tasia and Jermail. The other part of me knew that this was going to be my big break into the world of independent blogging. I setup my tablet on the desk and finished the post for today. I responded to some comments, plugged it in to charge and my phone and camera, then headed to the bed. My eyes were heavy from the long ride. Though, I was a tad bit scared to go to sleep because of the nightmares and being in this nightmarish place, I knew that my dreams could be worse. I turned off the lights and let the sleep consume me.

Short Stories, Sneak Peeks

Short Story Sunday 3/19/2017 (Sage)

I got out the cab and tipped the driver.  Bag held close I walked to the 20 story hotel. I can’t believe this man lives in this palace off of my fucking money. Walking to the concierge’s desk, the woman behind the desk looked up and smiled.

“Hi, how may I help you?”

“I’m here to meet Mr. Walker. He is expecting me.”

“Name?”

“Xiochitl.”

“Last name?”

“It’s just Xiochitl.”

“Like Beyonce?”

“No, not like Beyoncé. Xiochitl.”

“I’m sorry. Uh yes, I see your name on the list. He’s in room 2060.”

“Thanks.”

Like Beyoncé. Tuh. I walked to the bank of elevators and waited with a few other people that were standing there. The doors opened and we got in. Luckily I was the only one going to the top floor. Once the others had gotten off, the elevator finally stopped at the 2oth floor. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

I looked at the sign to see which way to go and turned left. His room was in the corner of the hall at the end. I looked at the window, fixing my wig. I rang the doorbell. I waited a few seconds then heard someone coming to the door. He opened the door completely naked, dick hard. He wastes no time.

“Glad you made it. Did you find it okay?”

“Who doesn’t know this hotel?” I said sarcastically, walking in, pulling my gloves tighter.

He had furnished the place nicely. Gold trim, black suede couches, a pool table, typical bachelor’s pad. There were pieces of art on the wall, all naked women in sexual positions.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

“My kind of woman. This way.”

I followed him down the hall to a room that was the size of my downstairs kitchen. For a place like this you would think the bedroom would be bigger. I threw my bad at the head of the bed and took off my coat. I wore nothing underneath. I knew this was going to be a messy job and didn’t want to leave any evidence I had been here.

He came up behind me and kissed my neck, squeezing my breasts. I pushed him off.

“Lay down.”

He quickly got in the bed and laid on his back. I secured each limb with some rope to the four bed posts. I could see his chest rising and falling quickly. He must’ve taken something.

“What did you pop?”

“Ecstasy and a molly.”

Figures.

“Aren’t you going to take your gloves off?”

Ignoring him, I took out my whip and let the tassels run up his leg before I snapped it against his chest. He groaned and his eyes grew wild. I pulled out a condom and climbed between my legs, taking the condom out the wrapper and sliding it down his dick with my mouth, sucking as I went down.

I didn’t have much time and needed this to be quick before the real escort got here. I straddled him and slid down slowly, watching his wild eyes. They were beginning to turn read. I rode him up and down, bouncing fast and hard. I could see him foaming at the mouth. Fuck, this was going to be shitty.

He writhed under me as he came. I got off before he could finish.

“Why’d you get off?” he seethed. “I was fucking cumming.!”

“Yeah, I know, but then I thought about it and decided you didn’t deserve it.”

“I paid you $2,000!”

“No, you paid Xiochtil $2,000.”

“What?”

I took off my wig and threw it in my bag, and then pulled off the silicon mask Tyrell made for me. His eyes got big.

“Fucking Sage!”

“Damn fucking right.”

“What is this?”

“You fucked me over, now it’s time for payback.”

“What you’re going to leave me here tied up?”

I pulled out my syringe and placed it in one of his needle marks on his arm. He screamed and tried to move, but I knew this place had sound proof walls.

“I have cameras,” he foamed.

“My team has already taken care of that.”

I injected his arm with potassium chloride, only enough that he would die slowly. All it would do was stop his heart. He began seizing and foaming at the mouth. With the drugs in his system, they would think he overdosed. I untied his arms and legs and put everything back in my bag. Giving the room a once over as his body moved about wildly, veins popping out of his neck, I put on the mask , wig and coat.

When I got to the door of the bedroom, I remembered the condom. I walked back in and took  it off, placing it in a Ziploc bag in my bag’s side pocket. My head snapped when I heard the sound of the front door unlocking.

“Shit!” I whispered.

Grabbing I bag, I ran to the window.

“Will?” called out a female voice.

I opened the window to a fire escape.

“Yes!”

I climbed out and closed the window behind me. I peeked in as a woman came in the room. When she realized he was dead, she screamed. Then another person came in.

“Jeremy!”

I felt the blood boiling under my skin. That piece of shit. Why is he here? I ran down the fire escape. I dialed my sisters number.

“We have a motherfucking problem!”