The Crossover, pt. 6

The Crossover, pt. 6 – Who has the last laugh, laughs the hardest…

Savoy invited Pinkey over to one of his stash houses. He wasn’t trying to have her in his home, and having access to his information. He didn’t have anything currently inside except some furniture. He waited for her reaction when he gave her the address. She seemed genuinely surprised and disappointed that he would invite her into such a neighborhood at night, but she knew better than to question his actions. It took him too long to even ask her to see him. At first, she was pissed. She felt like he was disrespecting her. Why couldn’t they go to a hotel or his house? She heard his place is laid out in the best of everything. Pinkey began her routine. She showered, shaved her legs, and dressed in her new outfit. She had sex earlier with some dude she met two days ago on E. Monument St. She needed a fix. He wasn’t worth half the effort she put in, but a girl had to do what she has to in order to organism. He wasn’t about to walk away being the only one satisfied. Luckily for her, she made him use a condom. She regretted the encounter immediately after they were done. She sensed it would have been a waste of time, and it was.

Pinkey didn’t have the best vehicle in the world; however, she knew she wasn’t driving her own car anywhere near N. Chester and Gay Streets. She told Savoy when they spoke earlier that she would get a ride there. Savoy warned her that he didn’t want any and everyone knowing his whereabouts.   

Pinkey thoughts went back to earlier in the evening. Pinkey oiled her skin until it glowed. She purchased a pink and brown outfit just for this occasion. She figured they would eat take out, talk about random tings, and then fuck like how her and Marcus used to do. She knew all of this was pretty much in her mind. Savoy told her to be there by nine sharp. He didn’t mention anything else. She was definitely reaching, because she needed to be around him long enough to get in contact with Marcus or her plan wouldn’t work. She hoped Savoy knew how to fuck. She didn’t want to be wasting her time for the second time. She thought to herself, he could skip the foreplay. She wasn’t in the mood, but then again she thought – he could eat me out. Her friend called to confirm if she still needed a ride, Pinkey declined. She had thoughts of Savoy’s warning echoing in her head. She didn’t want any problems with him just yet. She called Checker’s Taxi Company and the dispatcher told her that the present wait time is 15 or more minutes. All of their cars in her area are currently busy, she sounded disinterested after hearing Pinkey’s destination. Her goal was to arrive promptly at nine. It seemed the cab driver had his own plans as well. Pinkey wasn’t sure what time she’ll arrive at Savoy’s it’s presently a quarter to nine. She tried calling Savoy, but he didn’t answer his cell phone. She could tell he was on the other line with someone. The call must really be immediate for him not to click over knowing she is on her way. She left him a message about her situation. While she waited for her taxi, she began to have thoughts about Marcus and their sexual encounters.  She felt herself getting moist. She couldn’t wait to try out Savoy’s dip stick. He had two things she needed and wanted…dick and access to Marcus’ sexy ass.

Without warning to anyone, Michael, Jay’s father resurfaces across town. He knocks on his sister’s, Pat’s front door after doing twenty years for manslaughter. It is late and Pat is wondering who the hell is at her door at this ungodly hour. She glanced out of the peep hole, and had to do it twice more just to make sure she was seeing correctly. She couldn’t believe who was standing on the other side of her door. It had to be a ghost. She swung the door open and tightly hugged her older brother. She told him to come in before he could say or do anything. She had so much joy on her heart at this moment. She hadn’t received any correspondence from him in over two months. They wrote to each other religiously his entire bid. She kept him in the loop with what was going on in the streets as much as possible. She eavesdropped on her son’s phone conversations whenever he was foolish enough to talk in the kitchen whenever he thought she was in her room or not home. She also visited the local hair salon owned by her god-daughter. She would get very little information from Jay. Jay always questioned her about why she wanted to know what was going on in the streets, when your son isn’t a thug, goon, or runner. Her aunt would laugh it off, saying just trying to stay in the loop. Her main source of information was her young female co-workers that bragged about their so-called boyfriends. She warned her brother that the streets have never been loyal to him, but it is even worse these days. She told him the violence has increased, and it is all about the dollar bill. She would occasionally get into a tantrum about the mature level of some of the dudes she saw on the corners. She informed him that some of these dudes would be instant bitches in jail, and would not survive a long bid. Michael enjoyed his sister’s letters. She made him laugh.

Pat just stood there looking at him. He looked good for someone just getting home from a twenty year bid. He needed to sit down. He has been on his feet all day trying to build up the courage to even knock on her door. He had nowhere else to go. He sat down in her recliner. It looked so cozy from his former position. Once he got comfortable, he fell asleep within minutes of his head leaning back in the recliner. Pat allowed him to sleep. She located an extra pillow to support his neck, and a blanket, which she placed on him gently. He woke up briefly when she touched his shoulder when she was tucking the blanket. She thought, he is a real light sleeper. Michael’s thought were…he appreciated his sister’s kindness as he dosed off once again. He had a smile on his lips. It was good to be home. Pat on the other hand, had random thoughts on her mind…I guess you have to be a light sleeper in prison to stay alive. She was elated that he doesn’t have to live like that anymore. He is home around his family. She had to call Jay to tell her that her father is home from prison. There’s so much that Pat needs to tell him, he cut their communication before she could tell him he was to be a grandfather. All he remembers of his daughter is that she liked girls. She has been that way for as long as he can remember. It would be a pleasant surprise.   

Being up to no fucking good, Savoy got in contact with Coca. She told him so much has changed since he’s seen her last. They talked for a couple of hours. He was on the line with her when Pinkey attempted to interrupt. He wasn’t all that rushed to see Pinkey. He only wanted his dick sucked by that hoe. Coca seriously inquired about the sudden out of nowhere contact. She wondered if he knows about her twin boys. They could be his or Marcus’. She didn’t know for sure who the father was, which is why she broke away (so she thought) from Marcus so many years ago. She didn’t mention her sons. She didn’t need anything from either one of them, it was too late. Her boys are now 8 years old. It did feel good reminiscing about the good ole days. Although, the conversation went south when Savoy told her that Marcus is expecting his first child, the comment stung and tugged at her heart. She possibly has his first set of kids playing in the next room. She told him tidbits of her hardships since leaving them back in the hood. She informed him that her husband recently dying, and learning about his side hustle. His financial situation was not intake. Savoy honestly didn’t care about that, and he wasn’t about to give her any money. She walked away from him and Marcus and never looked back like they were beneath her.

Savoy hinted about the last time they saw one another. She and Marcus had just argued about something minor when she walked out of the restaurant that they were dining in. She hauled a cab to the apartment that they shared together in Reisterstown. Upon arrival, she realized that she left her key on the table back at the restaurant. While talking to Savoy, the memories started flooding her mind. She saw flashes of their love making. She knew back then it shouldn’t have happened, yet she was hurt, alone, and desperate for revenge as well as mad as hell with Marcus with his lack of accountability to their relationship. She didn’t have anywhere else to go. She had moved out of her parents home to shack up with Marcus. She wasn’t planning on giving them the satisfaction of being right instead she called Savoy. She told him everything that occurred up until that point. He told her to come downstairs since he should be pulling up a few minutes. He told her he was in the neighborhood just leaving a friend’s house, which was a lie. He has witnessed what transpired between her and Marcus. He had planted the seed of jealousy. Coca thanked him as she hung up. At that moment, she was forever grateful to Savoy for coming to her aid. While she waited there for him, there was no contact from Marcus nor did he come home to see if she was there that was part of their argument….him being in the streets all of the time chases behind those good for nothing hoes.

Marcus blatantly told her that night, you met a street nigga, you moved in with a street nigga, fell in love with a street nigga, and now you want to change that same street nigga…it’s not going to happen so deal with it or leave. When she repeated it to Savoy once more, he said my brother is right. You cannot come in accepting him one way and now that your feelings have intensified expect him to change in the ninth inning. Especially when he used his lifestyle to hook you, you didn’t seem to have a problem with it before. He asked her what has changed. She couldn’t answer him. Coca understood his position, but she saw so much potential in Marcus, only if he saw it in himself. She wanted him to see it too. He is limiting himself by being in the streets. She’s been keeping discreet tabs on him regarding his musical career. She was impressed with what she was able to access through her contacts from college. Back in the day, it was only a thought to him and he would only play around with beats storing them away for future use. She didn’t the future with the path he was on. She officially broke up with him when she learned that she was pregnant. He made a mix tape, which she handed back to him when she walked away. She didn’t want a part of him near her knowing that she had violated their union by sleeping with Savoy.

Coca covered her pregnancy well. She started dating this pre-law student on her college campus. At this time, she was a few months pregnant. She told him that she was pregnant and that she didn’t want him to be a rebound guy. Their relationship started off slowly and gradually blossomed into something beautiful. Several years later, they married. She ended missing two semester of college to hide her sons. No one on campus knew she was pregnant. He showered her with expensive gifts, flowers, and the entire package from day one. Coca never once questioned where the funds were coming from. She had met his parents, and assumed he come from a so-what wealthy family. Cutting her blast from the past, Savoy lustfully whispered into the phone I want to see you. I bet you look exactly the same just wiser. Coca needed a lift me up so she asked when you want to hook up. Savoy chuckled to himself. I want you to be my surprise date to Marcus’ baby shower in a couple of weeks. She could have cried. She didn’t want to reintroduce herself in such a manner, but she had no choice. She told Savoy she will be there, just send her the information. She told him she has a surprise of her very own for Marcus. Savoy laughed out loud thinking she is the surprise.

Savoy had thoughts of fucking Coca again. All he remembered was her calling him late one night saying that Marcus had her stranded, with no key, no car, no anything. He told her that he would be there momentarily from that moment on it turned into one interesting early morning romance. He pulled up in front of Marcus’ building. Coca was just standing just looking hopeless and depressed. He opened his passenger door for her from the inside. When Coca got in, she straight away fall in love with his car’s décor. She had on some flats, a pair of black tights, a white tee shirt dress that buttoned down the front, and a gray oversized Prada purse. She knew she looked good even after her episode with Marcus. Although, she had cried earlier and her light makeup was messed up, she caught Savoy licking his lips while he stared at her. She giggled thinking it was cute. Savoy quickly took off. It was one of the signs he needed that he would be getting him some pussy from her. He questioned, if she had anyplace that she could go to. She hesitantly answered no. She knew if she ended up at any of her girlfriend’s houses their parents would inform her parents of her late night appearance on their doorstep. She couldn’t afford that either. Savoy educated her that she could come back to his house. He devilishly asked her if she was okay with coming to his house without Marcus. When she responded with a firm and prompt “yes”, he knew for the second time that night he was getting some pussy. It took him longer than usual to get home that night. He debated with himself…should he take her to his real home or one of his stash houses. He felt Coca deserved better treatment, mainly after her evening with Marcus, so he took her to his home.

Once they arrived, Coca couldn’t believe what she saw. His home was immaculate for a man’s bachelor’s pad. She was truly impressed with the layout and colors. He gave her a quick tour of his home since this was her first time there of many visits to his home. Marcus never brought her to this house when he said he had to stop past Savoy’s. He inquired if she had a drink preference, and she told him – yes – Vodka on the Rocks. Savoy went to his bar and pulled two tall glasses out. He poured some Grey Goose into both of their glasses, and then dropped a couple cubes of ice into each glass. Coca said thank you as the glass was handed to her. Before he could drink from his glass, she had downed hers. All he could do was shake his head and offered her another drink, which she happily accepted. Savoy told her she can get comfortable, take off your shoes, etc. Coca sat on his leather sofa. She slides her shoes off and wiggled her toes. Her feet were in heaven, his carpet was amazingly soft.

Savoy couldn’t think about anything but sucking her pretty toes. Each toenail was painted with fire red nail polish. He eagerly sat next to her. He turned on his TV so there would be some sounds in the background. He didn’t want his neighbors knowing every time he had sex. It also seemed that she was a bit uneasy with what was about to happen. Coca asked him that night why didn’t you try to get my attention first. Savoy turned towards her, kissing her without ever answering her question. Coca kissed him back hungrily. She wanted it as badly as Savoy. They groped one another. Savoy popped the buttons on her dress, gaining access to her breast. Coca was never one to wear bra. She loved being free. Savoy rubbed his hands across her nipples, sending her into pure ecstasy. Coca nipples were extended and harder than rocks. He pinched her right nipple and this made her softly moan. He told her to take off her tights. She was more than willing to cooperate with his request. Savoy continued tweaking her nipples, making even harder if possible. Coca was rubbing her hands across his thighs. She couldn’t get her tights down any further without him moving over slightly. He was definitely on her. The fingertips on Coca’s right hand brushed against the tip of Savoy’s dick. At first she didn’t know what it was. All she remembered was his laughter once it dawned on her what she brushed against. She said WOW!!! You’re just as big as, if not bigger than Marcus, I can handle this. It happened so quickly, within minutes, the next thing he knew was he and Coca were fucking on his couch, no more foreplay and no condoms, just pure lust filled fucking. He knew he came in Coca at least 2 – 3 times that night. She never stopped him or asked him to pull out.

Savoy hung up with Coca with pure desire raging in loins. His third leg needed major pleasuring. About 20 minutes later, Pinkey rang his door bell. Savoy had forgotten he was expecting her and her used up snatch. His sexual desired dropped a few notches; however, he said in his mind sex is sex. He would bust a quick nut and get her out of his house before Ray and the rest of the crew arrived.  He didn’t want anyone knowing that he is fucking her. He dropped two condoms into his pockets. Before he opened his door confidently, and invited Pinkey in. She was not at all pleased with what she saw inside. He had weed baggies all over the place, but she didn’t see or smell any weed. She could use a blunt right now, she thought to herself. The furniture in his house was very simple to her; it appeared to be on the cheap side. She wanted to turn around and leave; yet, she knew that would put her back to square one. She couldn’t afford that. Oh well, she thought I’m here…I’ll just deal with it. All she could think about was Marcus and how happy she will be when they reconnect. Now that she alone with Savoy without distractions there was something about him that reminded her of Marcus. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She planned on figuring it out.

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