Applying Pressure

by Shvonne Latrice

“Look, Ocean, I’m sure a man of your status is used to getting what you want, but I’m different. I’m no groupie.” “You think I’d be asking for ya number if you was a groupie?” He frowned. “I don’t need a groupie bitch’s number. I fuck first night and press on. Ain’t shit to talk about. But I didn’t come over here to talk about groupies and yo’ nigga; I came to get yo’ number and see what’s up with you.” He pulled me closer by the waist, and I seemingly lost my breath.

I didn’t know what it was about me or how I was as a girlfriend, but every nigga I’d been with felt the need to step out sooner or later. I couldn’t lie, it took a punch to my self-esteem, but I had to remember that a cheating ass nigga was gonna cheat, no matter what type of woman you were. My mother told me long ago a lot of the right women found themselves with the wrong men, and nothing they did would keep him in line.

“Bitch, what?” I growled, grabbing her up by her arm and making her lips tremble as she stared up at me. “I—I said—” “You need to be thankful I gave yo’ stupid ass any fucking thing! Be lucky I didn’t kick you the fuck out soon as I saw yo’ damn feet! Get yo’ shit and get the fuck out!” I tossed her slightly, making her stumble.

Walking up behind her and placing one arm around her body, I spoke against her ear. “Make sure you answer when I call, and make sure you cum real hard for me when I’m eating ya pussy by next week, aight?”

“Who was that?” he asked as we trekked it out to the parking lot of the hotel. “My future wife,” I replied. “Nigga, what?” He frowned, genuinely shocked and making a nigga chuckle. “Since when did you want a wife?” “Since I met her pretty ass. You saw her.” I licked my lips at the thought of her hips, pretty ass skin, and lips.

I chuckled at the fact that she thought a nigga was playing. I was coming for her ass, applying straight muthafuckin pressure and not letting up.

No bitch had ever made me feel shit, and I’d run across a plethora of bad bitches. It was something about Myomi though. From the moment I laid eyes on her ass in the club, it was like God told me that was my wife and I needed to do whatever the fuck it took to make His will come to fruition. So I was doing that. I was a God-fearing man, and whatever the Lord asked of me, I was gon’ fucking do.

Finally, Snow Bunny emerged from the building, and as she and Xion embraced, kissing on the lips, I snapped photo after photo. I wanted to run up on his hoe ass, knock his muthafuckin head off for cheating on my woman, but I couldn’t.

I thought of calling his ass, but I knew him. If he knew I was pissed off, he’d avoid seeing me in person, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to be able to look his ass in the eyes when he lied, and then whup his ass!

“You know what I can’t wait to listen to?” “What?” “Ya body. Now that’s some shit that will have me following every fucking direction on making you cum.”

Me: You did make my day. Thank you. Ocean: Let a nigga make all yo days.

“Aight. I’ll do it. But if shit starts getting too crazy, I’m gon’ have to abort the mission.” “Don’t let it get too crazy then, nigga.” I somewhat snarled. “You know how to do what the fuck I’m asking of you, so if shit goes wrong, it means you did the shit purposely. Don’t fuck up my pursuit of my wife, aight?” Travie shook his head again.

I wasn’t about to let a woman like Myomi slip through my muthafuckin fingers because I wasn’t doing enough. Nah, I went for what the fuck I wanted, and what I wanted was Myomi.

The day I got that pussy, I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t nut in under five minutes. I knew it was wet. She looked like she had some splash on her.

“That’s not gon’ work for me.” She chuckled, clearly taken aback. “Well, sorry it won’t work for you, but that’s what it is. Plus, you’re too young for me, and I don’t like young men.” She rose up, and so did I, following her to her desk. “I’m young, but this dick is well seasoned. Let me show you… prove ya ass wrong.”

Myomi was the only woman I’d legit worked this fucking hard for, and it would remain that way.

“Really, Ocean? You don’t remember me?” She frowned, hand on her thick hip as Devon finally made it to us. Looking at her for a minute, I finally recalled her ass. “Yeah, I do remember you now. My bad.” I nodded then looked at Devon. “She not worth it, bruh. She threw up when my dick hit the back of her throat, and her pussy felt like a nigga threw a quarter in a wishing well. But do you.” I gripped his shoulder then patted before slipping around them both. “Pick ya jaw up,” I told her as I walked off.

“What?” He picked up, angrily. “What’s good, bruh? Fuck you mad at me for when you got a chance to slide up in some pussy and get paid?” “Because she a cool girl, nigga, and I think I’m actually starting to give a fuck.” “Aww, don’t forget my wedding invite with yo’ little soft ass.” I laughed.

“Bet you didn’t know our one-night stand was a week ago!” she retorted. “Bitch—” I almost ascended, but Myomi gripped my arm to stop me. Back in my seat, I barked, “You were a one-night stand because I peeped the bottom of ya feet were black when I was hittin’ it from the back,” I corrected. “Ocean!” Myomi shouted in a whisper. “Wash yo’ muthafuckin’ feet next time you head out the house to be a ho, bitch,” I said a little louder,

“I swear on everything I love, that bitch was lying. Once I had my eyes and heart set on you, that’s all a nigga has been focused on. My dick don’t even get hard for another female. I want you. I got it bad for yo’ ass, and I won’t allow you to fuck our shit up over an insecure ass female or them hoe ass niggas from your past. When I tell you I’m never letting you go, I mean that shit.” I kept strong eye contact through the mirror.

was hoping so. If you could do me a favor and tell my grandma I love her when you get to where you going, I’d appreciate it.” “Please—” Aja shot out when I removed my hand from her mouth. She couldn’t finish her fucking sentence, though, because my gloved hands had promptly become wrapped around her muthafuckin neck. “Don’t forget to give that message to my grandma, aight?”

Brandon was so damn attractive, and how he looked right now was even sexier since I hadn’t seen him in a minute. His light skin, waves that could make a bitch seasick, and alluring cologne always did it for me. Plus, the man could make you almost cum six different ways to Sunday.

Almost. LOL

“Don’t come looking for me when that nigga ain’t fucking you right.” He rounded the back of his car once it pulled up, then climbed in. “Boy, you don’t even make me cum!” I screamed, catching the eyes of the valet.

There was not a micro penis in sight.

“I hope you get to all the games you can fucking with Ocean, because once he gets some, you’ll be thrown to the wayside,” she tossed in. That was what the bitch originally came over to say to me, but I’d caught her off guard by not falling for the nice girl shit she was on. “No, boo. I will be around for a long time, long after whatever nigga who brought you here sends you off with a wet ass and possibly a condo that you can no longer afford once he leaves you. “What you should be doing at this game is trying to recruit a backup player, because I can assure you that no man on this earth, but especially in the national football league, will take you off the market.” I started to walk off but turned back to her and added, “Make this the last time you approach me or speak on my nigga. The next time, my hands are gon’ do all the talking, and then that nose job you spent all the last nigga’s money on will be wasted.” I shoulder bumped her as I walked back to my seat.

“Aye, she busy, muthafucka!” I barked, keeping myself propped up so that I wouldn’t smash Kinley. “Who the fuck is this?” he barked back. “Somebody important since I’m answering her fucking phone, bitch. If she ain’t answer the first time, then what the fuck make you think she was gon’ answer the second and fourth?” “Man, fuck you! Give Kinley the phone.” “I’m not giving her a got damn thing, nigga. Maybe when I’m done having a ball in this pussy, she’ll have the energy to shoot yo’ bitch ass a text. Otherwise, try again, muthafucka.” I hung up.

As I came down from my sex high, the horrible fucking truth hit me like a damn freight train; I’d long ago passed the point where fucking a random bitch would alleviate me of the shit I felt for Kinley. I’d be fucking damned.

“No, no, you’re not, but our PR agents don’t typically date high profile clients like Mr. Pendrell here.” She gestured toward him. “I’m not gonna leave my man because you don’t like it, Thomasina.” I chuckled but because I was shocked. “Then hide it better. All the dates out in public are gonna be an issue.” “Nah, what will be an issue is when yo’ old ass has to resort to busting them old ass cheeks open on OnlyFans to pay ya house note. Now if that’s not some shit you interested in having to do, I suggest you mind ya muthafuckin business. “I’m a bigger nigga than you may think ’round these parts, and I’ll have yo’ ass removed from the company so muthafuckin quickly, you ain’t gon’ have much choice but to eat dick for cash. Now take yo’ ass on somewhere ’fore I get upset.”

“Aye, one question.” “Yes, Mr. Pendrell?” Her nostrils flared, and her lips were clipped tightly together. “You got any of them strawberry candies in ya purse? I don’t know where to buy them muthafuckas, but I know all the old hoes keep ’em on deck.”

“I meant the shit when I said it. Don’t get me wrong, the pussy is amazing, but I feel the same way. You know me,” I palmed my chest, “once I nut, I need the bitch out. But not with you. To be honest, I ain’t never even dated a woman like this. I never cared to and being one of the top quarterbacks in the league afforded me the option not to. “But with you, I wanted more. I actually wanted to get to know you, actually experience you as much as a nigga could.” “I like that.” She leaned into me. “I like experiencing you too.” “I love you, girl.” “I love you too, boy.”

“You don’t find that a bit extra? I mean did you forget he basically offered to kill the nigga for me? Then, he just pops up out of nowhere and knocks the dog shit out of him? I mean they almost flew through my big front window with the name of the cafe on it.” “No, I don’t find it weird.” She set her glass down on my nightstand then took my hands into hers. “Kinley, Travie is a man from the hood, and one who likes you. I’m sure he was fed up with Brandon’s ass, just like I am and you should be. So he reacted like a hood nigga would. Now if you want a man who is all buttoned up and only talks things out, get you one. But that man is not Travie. He handles shit with his fists and a gun.” “Yeah. I don’t know if I liked that. I mean I like a hood nigga just like the next woman, but I need someone who can conduct themselves.” “He can’t?” “I mean, yeah, he can. I don’t know.” “Sounds like you’re looking for a problem.” “Maybe I am.” I huffed.

If you can’t talk to your woman, who can you talk to?”

Survived another fucking day of juggling females.

As demented and unhinged as his actions had been, I couldn’t deny the slight flattery I felt. He’d gone to great lengths to secure a relationship with me, and I didn’t know if it was romantic or obsessive. I prayed to God for a man who was all about me and only me, and I guess that’s what I’d gotten. The saying was true to be careful what you wished for because Ocean surely wasn’t about any other bitch but me, and he’d proven that.

“As bad as this hurts, I think I should thank you. Most niggas in your position would’ve strung me along for years to come, only to leave me later.”

“I need everybody who fucks with me to tell Myomi Ford what I’m about to say. And if you watching, baby, I’m talking to you. I love you. I love you more than I love myself and I don’t think I can say that shit about anybody. I would give my life for you, baby, and all I wanna do is dedicate the rest of my years to making you happy; putting that pretty ass smile on your face. If you believe that shit, which I know you do, come back home to daddy.”

“Aight, but let me make one thing clear, Myomi, it’s either me or nobody.” “Oh, so you’re gonna kill me?” “I would never, I love you too much. But I also love you too much to allow you to give a fuck nigga permission to take my place. Ain’t nobody better for you than me, and if you try to test that theory, you gon’ hurt a lot of muthafuckas when I react.” Kissing her cheek, I said, “Now let’s go clean up.”

“What did you do to my baby because he never brings anyone home. I used to think he was a little sugary.” “You a got damn lie, woman!” I shouted as Kinley and my mother cackled like some damn hyenas.

“Relax, baby. Get some sleep,” Ocean suggested. “I don’t wanna leave you up alone,” I said. “You not. This is the type of shit that brings me peace, kicking it with y’all.” “Not winning yet another super bowl the third time in a row?” “Shit, that too.” He chuckled softly as not to wake either of our sons. “But you and these little niggas will always take the cake.”

We had quite an unorthodox love story and I was so thankful that he applied that pressure, all gas no brakes. No telling what I would’ve missed out on had he not.