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Sleeping In

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Charlie hadn't slept in in ages. Rolling around in her big comfy bed, admiring the view from her floor to ceiling windows, it was priceless.. Until she heard her husband in the doorway. "Good morning."

Burying her head under the comforter, she felt him join her under the comforter, his heat mingling with hers.

"Nooo, go bother Henny," she begged hoping to enjoy the quiet calm a bit longer. "No seriously. Go bother her please."

"She kicked me out," he admitted kissing her shoulder blade. She rolled her eyes against the pillow.

"What did you do N'Jadaka.."

"Nun, I simply..," he couldn't even lie, he was sounding too goofy, trying not to laugh between every sentence. He'd done something. "I.. I smoked up all her orders that were supposed to go out this weeeek," he wheezed with laughter causing Charlie to cringe at the rush of air on her neck.

"How does one person even smoke up all that weed, Erik," Charlie yelled watching him lag, his eyes glazed. She started to panic. He'd never been this high. "What is wrong with you!"

"Nun bae, I feel goood," he grinned eyes in permanent slits. Charlie thought of calling their personal physician but if Henny wasn't worried..

"You really set her back, you know how anal she is about getting shipments out on time, you messing with her rep."

He went into a coughing fit then and Charlie turned away rolling her eyes deeper. He pulled her back forgetting his own strength.

"Where you going.. Cha I gotta queestionn."

"Move bruh," his arm was squeezing her stomach and she was tryna go to Henny's room so she too could have space. His weed breath was in her ear, whispering hard like a Ying Yang Twin or a two-year old.

"Bae," the air exploded on her ear making her eyes wide in physical shock. She tried to tuck into her shoulder.

"Your breath smell weird, stop!"

"That's that loud," he hummed. "Cha.. Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

What a dumb question. He deserved a dumb answer.

"No, I think about Trevante especially in those flashbacks? Whew. Kidding, I'm kidding," she yelled as he laid over her, pinning her to the bed.

"I'll kill the muthafukka," he mouthed wild eyed like a black momma in a store telling her to put something back. She had to take it back.

"I said I'm kidding! Erik, damn. You asking stupid questions what do you expect?"

"..Ask what the fuck I wanna ask," he mumbled into her neck getting pushback. She was very ticklish there and he knew that. "Let me slide it in."

"Ok but moove," she cringed with no control over it.

"You move."He flipped her like a pancake so that she laid face planted back in her pillow. His heavy hand landed with a clap on her bare ass. "MOVE." Instantly her ass lifted. She positioned her hands against her headboard as he slid in slowly and she pushed her ass back into him. Building her rhythm and pace she pushed back letting the momentum rock her as her kegels did involuntary work. He fell over her back, breathing heavily.

"N'JADAKA… NO YOU DID NOT…"

"..Sorry bae," he chuckled tickled and catching his breath. "I don't know what happened, it just came out." He was lost for words and Charlie was pissed.

"You.. I can't with you," she groaned getting up to find her robe. "I'm going to Henny room to get some rest like I could've been doing. Get it together."

"Cha," he chuckled but she'd left the room. "Cha," he repeated in the quiet, left alone. He sighed rolling off of the bed. "....Guess it's time to bother Kimora." Stumbling, he left the room heading in her direction, not remembering if she was there or not. It was the weed that made him forget. He'd saved a joint under his boxers in his drawer just to split with her, but if she wasn't there he'd go smoke it with Ryley.

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CHARLIE’S VISUALS

Ever wonder what Charlie’s space looks like?

Charlie’s Room

New Playroom!

Charlie’s Car

Charlie’s Office

Exterior/Private Office/Conference Room/Waiting Room

When Erik Met King Jade

Have you ever wondered what it's like to be in a romantic relationship where both parties alternate between "driving the boat" so to speak? It requires a lot of communication. You need to be willing to listen and follow as well as assert yourself and lead. You have to care about your partner's needs and be aware of your own.

N'Jadaka and I like to believe that we have found the balance because we make an effort to learn about each other continuously, but the thing about balance is that it requires great effort to maintain. Our relationship always wants to tip one way or another, and we're not perfect enough to stop it when it does. The thing that rights us is when we check the issue instead of each other.

At the beginning of the relationship though.. I won't lie. We had issues. We power struggled in a way that was not fun for us. I'm sure you wanna hear that too and I might as well tell you since I've shared so much as it is.

Let's go back to before the baby.. before the marriage.. when N'Jadaka and I were somewhat new and I still lived on the east coast.

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Erik strolls close beside me through the Maryland art exhibit, hands in his plaid pants pockets while I hang onto his bicep, arm linked in his. I've pulled out my 22 inch wavy unit for this occasion.

It's our mid-week date but we've specifically come to this rather liberal museum to support a college friend of mine who has a section of the gallery dedicated to her sculpted works. Signing her guest book I put in a bid for sculpture titled Womb in Motion.

"It's the low-hanging fruit," he says. "She didn't work too hard for that message, don't you think it's generic?"

"Because movement suggests life and the womb is life.. I love it," I explain to Erik. He's not completely sold. I'm glad Alice, the artist is not there to hear his honest opinions.

"It's a good fertility representation," I shrug, silently agreeing. He's not wrong. "I have another colleague who does Lamaze."

"I guess.." He moves us smoothly to the next piece, a sculpture called Rapture where it looks like a man is having an insane orgasm by the expression chiseled into his face.

"Well..." I bite the inside of my lip and look slyly to Erik. "That's a familiar face if I've ever seen it." When he sighs, my cheeks lift.

"Charlie this is the ugliest statue I've seen in my life and I don't look a damn thing like that... I don't," he adds when my brows go up.

Smiling with closed lips I glance to my right and that's when I see it.. a blatant symbol of a conversation I've been purposely avoiding. Immediately my reaction is to stand in a way that blocks Erik's view.

Draping my arms around his neck, I tilt my head to capture his gaze. "Let's go look at some paintings, I want to get at this Llama picture I saw briefly before someone beats me to it." ...But it doesn't work. Logically we both know it only makes sense to see what's in each exhibit as we walk and appreciate each individual work. It's what we do.

I know he sees it when his eyes stare past me and he pauses leaving me to roll my eyes. He puts his arm on my waist to guide me to it, unaware that I've already seent it through the corner of my eye..

"This one's interesting," he allows. Of course this would be the one he somewhat approves of. He's into this one, I can tell because he tries to view it from other angles and he's really looking at it. I try to talk about it as far as technique and material, but the subject matter is too obvious to ignore.

"Perfect Submission," he reads. It shows a woman kneeling and holding onto a man's leg and the man projects heavy alpha energy. It's a loud piece, skillfully created.. but loud.

"Baby... How would you feel having me as your dom,” he asks innocently. "You ever have one?"

There it is, the question I've been trying so hard to avoid.

"Have one?... No." I let him put two and two together. Suddenly, he's staring at me and I can feel it. When I look up, he looks confused and I don't like this intensely focused silence. "...What?"

"So, you've been one?" Sculpture forgotten, I'm now the focus of this conversation.

"No, I wouldn't say that..," I squint, "But I am used to.. calling the shots if you will. That's just how it's always been." I can see in his confused stare that it's a foreign concept to him. He can't picture it. "...Is that it?"

"Are you interested in experiencing sex differently? Seeing what it's like to give away control?"

I tilt my head, "Are you?"

"Honestly?" Wild brows high, he smiles humorlessly and I already know his answer, but I still wait for him to say it. "...No."

"Same.. I'm not cut out for taking orders. I don't like being told what to do."

"Neither do my wives, but in the bedroom it's different.. They feel good knowing they always have a firm hand and a strong dick."

"Pftt," I nearly spit, but cover my snickering. "Boy bye. I'm not your wife." That comment he made was enough to make my sides hurt.

"I'm for real. There's something I haven't told you yet," he says gauging my expression and I try to compose myself. "...I am a dominant." His eyes are serious. After a beat, I know I have to be serious too. I take a deep sigh.

"I could've guessed that," I admit. He didn't have to tell me and I was hoping that he wouldn't.

"My wives are all my submissives. We are into kink. We do fuck in the open. We do have group sex. We also do things that normal people do in relationships because we love our family."

"It's the weirdest family I've ever heard of..," I mumble, thrown by the explosion of TMI.

"We believe in full disclosure."

“Well, I'm not a submissive so it would get awkward really fast if you tried to dom me.”

"Is that facts?"

When I smile so to say 'yes indeed it's facts' he smiles as if he's thinking 'wtf' and his brows shoot up again like I'm some foreign object he can't figure out. He looks like I've just told him I have six husbands and want him to be the seventh... and he's just staring.

“Is something wrong?”

"Eh..," he mutters and it's like he wants to say something but changes his mind. "Charlie." Grabbing my hand to briefly kiss my fingers, he moves in closer and holds my hand in close to him. “Close your eyes and picture this.. You and me making love in Cancun.. music playing.. I lay you down and tease your body until you need the real thing and then I give it all to you.. I hold you down and have you take all of me.. and all you have to do is say yes. I'll buy you white lingerie from Agent Provocateur.. lace teddies and heels.. and I'll let you model them for me, while I touch you with my eyes.. Then I'll tie you up and kiss you all over your body from head to toe till you beg me to fuck you some more.. Now open your eyes. You don't want that?”

“Not really. One, that's boring and I'd rather explore and party if I'm in Cancun. Two, I can buy my own lingerie and I don't like white. Three, I'm not about to beg you for anything.. You can beg me," I tease. "Honestly, I'd probably end up tying you up and doing what I wish with you.. edging you. Imagine you in all your glory, naked in an apron cooking me breakfast because I turned you out and tore that cherry out,” I grin loving the image.

"Hell nah," he blurts moving onto a different sculpture where the sculpted couple is entwined around a third party. Any excitement he had deteriorated when I mentioned my lil fantasy.

"Um.. you good?" I follow closely, noting the shift. He says he's good, but I know I burst his little bubble.. this is exactly why I avoided the topic. "Look," I grab onto his arm linking mine again "I understand that this is different for you. Being in a serious relationship is different for me. I'm not used to this.. this is new."

"I know that. I respect you for being real with me, I just didn't see this coming. I have to adjust.."

"I tell you what. I have a suggestion and you just tell me if you're with it.. Okay?" Following him to the next exhibit, we stand side by side before an abstract painting that looks like the night.

"Mhm?"

"Well," I sigh, "What if we tried taking turns, that way both of us could orchestrate our fantasies and bring'em to life. I think we should try a situation where I dom you and then we'll switch it and.. you'll dom me?"

"Reverse it, I want you first," he blurts. It's not a big deal. Shrugging, I agree and we take time to finish looking through the exhibits before heading out to my car. After grabbing milkshakes, I take him to his hotel and drop him at the front before heading home.

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Little did I know this would be the start of our complicated journey, but I'll tell you more.. after I put this baby down for her nap. By the way, I have more to tell you about that too.

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Hennessy x Erik during the dating stages.

It had been a while since Erik had knocked boots with his favorite drug dealer and he couldn't deny that the sweet taste of Hennessy was heavy on his mind. Why hadn't she called him? He of all people understood busy but as busy as he was, even he could make time for what he wanted.

And he wanted it really, really bad.

Remembering about her spare key, he decided to pop up on her and wait for her at her place. When she came through, he'd ease her mind with a little wine and lotta dick. Being a student like him, she was used to pulling all-nighters without a break. It was damaging, but he had just what she needed to put her ass in a restful coma and that's what he planned to do. That was when he pulled up and saw that she was already at the crib, no doubt working herself tired. She probably wasn't in the mood for sex at all.

But he was and if she knew anything about him it was that he insisted on getting what he wanted.

Letting himself in, he expected to see her miniature form sitting in her living room on her laptop. She wasn't there. Without a word, he went looking for her in every room wondering if she heard him and was hiding. That's when he heard her in the bathroom and boldly turned the knob.

“Hennes-….” he paused in the entrance of her bathroom before kissing his teeth. “…Really? I aint get no damn pussy from you and you in here fingering ya self?”

"You don't knock? GET OUT,” she shrieked, her small face flushed. She was pink, underwear at her ankles. He looked closer, eyes widening.

“You got blood on your fi-," he paused suddenly understanding why she hadn't called. "Uh.. That's cool..," he faultered.

“Erik, GET OUT,” Hennessy growled covering with her hand as he stepped closer instead, entering the bathroom. She was now as close to beet red as a light brown girl could get.

"Yo, don't trip," he spoke hands up in surrender. Hennessy looked shaken, irritated by his continued presence. He looked away hoping to fix things. "...That Haitian client you hooked me up with? Bangin Piru this week too,” he said matter-of-factly. Hennessy closed her eyes, itching for him to walk away but he only stepped closer.

“But.. where’s your pad? Tampon," he gestured causing her to jump, kissing her teeth as she pointed to the exit. "I don’t see a string,” he stared. She covered herself again to protect from his overly curious eyes.

"ERIK. I swear. IF I HAVE TO SAY IT AGAIN!"

"Don't say it again." Pausing her fit of anger with a finger-touch to her forehead and a stern look that told her to chill, he squatted for a closer look at her equipment, tilting his head and reaching up.

"STOP," Hennessy swatted stumbling back awkwardly.

"Hennessy stop," he ordered, flipping it, "My hands clean." Grasping her thigh with one hand to hold her still so he wouldn't scratch her, he reached up inside of her with his bare fingers. Seemingly oblivious to the thin layer of blood collecting on the tip of his thumb and index, he pulled out her diva cup and stared blankly into it with confusion like it was a science project and she was appalled, too stunned to move. "It’s a cup," he marveled.

“POUR IT IN THE TOILET,” Hennessy snapped, mortified. She snatched the emptied cup turning in his hand to handwash it at her sink. “WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHY ARE YOU HERE?”

“Pussy.. Ain’t I just say that?” He lifted her onto the bathroom counter spreading her thighs as he would on a usual booty call and she immediately attempted to get down. They were besties and excellent fuck buddies, but this was too damn much for her.

“Not on my sink, STOP! Erik I’m BLEEDING.”

“Like you ain’t been covered in it before," he side-eyed.

"Don't bring up the past, fathead," she mumbled pushing at his chest and shoulders but he continued.

"This time it just so happens to be yours.”

“That was different and your ass knows it,” she wined shoving him, still unable to find her way down since he wouldn’t move from between her thick legs. Her feet dangled kicking of the panties stretched between her ankles. She could feel herself leaking more blood and bleeding freely on the smooth surface and it felt dirty as if she needed to shower and clean the bathroom.

"It's not that different..," he replied. "Regardless, you've already belched, farted, shitted, and threw up, around me.. but I’m supposed to be turned off by a little blood now?” He scoffed.

"That's a lie," Hennessy bucked, smacking him against his head. "Princesses don't do all that!" When he lumped it all together like that it sounded gross. Erik used his clean fingers to drop his white crisp sweatpants with his briefs to throw them to out passed the bathroom door and followed up with throwing his ripped denim jacket and pulling off his white No Signal hoodie. Meanwhile, Hennessy looked for an exit, but she was trapped whith Erik standing between her thighs, holding her knees still when she attempted to move.

"Relax.. It’s just blood..,” he commented feeling her nerves. He'd been around enough blood for it not to scare him. His fingers found their way between her thighs and he could feel the taboo wet warmth. Pulling back, he licked his finger and her jaw dropped. “Lil extra shot of Henny,” he shrugged, "What?"

“Eck.. I’m a throw up.” She closed her eyes and heaved, suddenly nauseous. She knew her adventurous boy best friend to be nasty, but not that nasty. She didn’t know how to react.

“I’m not fucking you on my period, Erik. It's not happening,” she said calmly trying to remove him from her sight.

“Stop trippin, we’ll sanitize everything after.”

“I’m not fucking you on my period. Period!”

“Princess, it's just blood.. It washes off. Here, let's try it this way.” Turning on her shower, he ran his fingers under the water waiting until the water turned hot. “See, easy.” Drawing the shower curtain, he beckoned her with a finger and she approached with trepidation. “Take your clothes off and hop in the shower.”

He watched intently as she hesitantly removed her camisole. She wasn't wearing a bra since she was in the house and her pendulous carmel boobs sat perky on her chest.

“Pretty ass titties,” he muttered pulling her arm and pushing her into the shower. He handed her her loofah and body wash. “Clean yourself up so I can give you what I came to give.”

After staring him down, Hennessy grabbed the loofah and began to scrub herself with her wild honeysuckle body wash. The room took on the sweet and mild scent and Erik gazed at his bestie's wet and sudsy body glowing in the light of her bathroom.

“You look like a glazed donut,” he smirked, his eyes dropping to the red-streaked water at her feet. It looked as if she'd been badly wounded on the battlefield. “…With jam filling," he frowned waiting on the water to clear some. He felt impatient. His dick was hard and waiting. "That's enough, you can't stop the blood it's gonna come." Dipping into the shower, he came behind her to hold her hips, dragging his hands up her sides and pulling back.. waiting for her to face him instead of the water. When she grabbed hold of his dick, he looked down at her manicured hand stroking him slowly and she pressed her wet body into his, her titties to his stomach as she grasped his dick firmly, stroking it up with the slickness of the water. His hands groped and fondled her boobs, her hardened nipples kissed to his palms as his dick lengthened, bumping her own stomach as she stroked it closer to her against her glossy skin. "I knew you were horny," he smiled, white teeth glowing as her hand slid up and down his length.

"Nigga shut up," she whispered, her soft baby-ish voice more evidence of how in the mood she was. He slid his upturned palm down her stomach and through the pillars of her thighs to cup her pussy, letting it sit in his hand before sliding his palm back and forth against it, dragging his finger between the outer lips.

"Turn around," he directed, twisting her hips noticing the streams of red water passing him on the shower floor. With back turned, she reached back in continuation of her prior actions, stroking him up and down firmly, pressing her ass against his erection until he took his dick back, stroking it himself.. slapping it on her asscheeck. No words were needed, Hennessy bent forward, palms steadying her weight against the wall as she planted her feet apart. She would've never called Erik for sex on her period, no matter how horny she was, but feeling the slick head of his smooth dick sliding down and up over two entrances had her thanking him silently in her head for appearing to her.

Erik bent his knees a bit to meet her height so that her ass would come down on his lap almost, his dick gliding over her asshole to the space between that and her vagina. Rubbing his dick all over once more with his hand, he stroked himself inside of her causing her to grab the back of her own thigh up to her ass in order to open herself up more.

"Erikkkk," she sighed in bliss trying to let him in as much as possible. His hands held tightly to her waist, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her hips.. grounding him to her as he swung his hips up into her. The further she bent, her palm positions lowering against the wall, the straighter his thrusts became.

"UHH," she moaned breathily with a smile back in his direction. He gave short, measured, consistent thrusts as the water from the shower sprayed over their bodies.

Then Erik, in his rhythm, lifted Hennessy's honeybun resembling asscheek high in his grip and dug into her pussy further.. dropping her asscheek to watch the jiggle spread as he thrusted faster moving into his typical pace, his hand on her back as if it were a table meant to serve himself the pussy. Her ass was clapping against him now and in true Hennessy fashion, she threw it all the way back with soft panting as he caught the wave, letting her fuck him. It was music to both sets of ears, the sounds of water, moaning, breathing, skin to skin claps, and the occasional low volume cuss word from Erik's mouth.

"C'mon Princess, you fuck me better than that," he goaded tapping her thigh, "Giddyup," he smirked smacking it four times more for good measure as went harder trying to knock him back with her ass. He held on tight to her waist like he was in a rodeo and as she bucked, his hands traveled to her curly black high bun gripping it gently for leverage since her body was slippery. "Fuck me… Yesss... Throw that ass," he chuckled hearing her soft purrs half-hidden under the spray of water. "Princess I can't hear you.. You know I like to hear you enjoying this dick."

Hennessy was working hard, completely lost in panting mewls and the quest for her nut as he held onto her making her feel as though he were surrounding her. She felt protected as his hand slid across her lower back slapping down and squeezing on her asscheek before grabbing her hips again and fucking her harder.

"Down," he mumbled though she could barely hear and she flattened her back down further improving the angle of which she felt him. It felt like he was directly on her spot and she moaned loudly as he pulled her ass flush against his pelvis, throwing her forward in thrusts that threatened to make her cum on the spot as her titties wobbled and shook with gravity, only held back by his occasional groping and squeezing.

"OooOoOH," she mewled on edge and ready to climb the wall as he squeezed her nipple. That's when he hit her with the killer upstrokes that had her cumming all on him and he pulled out finishing at the same time on her back watching it rinse off her slippery ass onto the floor and down the drain.

Inspecting his dick, there was only minimum damage. He had some blood there but it was easily washed away as Hennessy let him use her Honeysuckle body wash to clean himself.

"What I tell you?" He eyed her smugly watching her take a deep breath and act like she didn't just come hard on him. "Period sex just what you be needing, bestie.. Listen to me more often."

"Stop," Hennessy smirked stubbornly. "That was the last time for that, nigga. Red light."

Her stubbornness only made him giggle. Finding her cleaning spray he immediately took to spraying down the mess they made on her sink as he hit the Woah, careful not to spray her cup in the process.

"In case you ain't know this, Princess.. I run red lights," he smiled watching her wash up through the mirror before looking at him.

"....Shut the hell up, you are lame," she giggled, tickled. He couldn't help but feel clever.

"Nah but forreal. You work hard, you deserve a lil something, and a period don't stop nothing but a sentence."

"Um, the door," Hennessy pointed to the door, holding her boobs in her arm. He snickered.

"Cool. Meet me in your bedroom when you finish.. I got your favorite wine waiting on you."

The End.

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NEW YORK MINUTE

An interactive story where you’ll get to read and play along as your favorite wife and make choices. Good luck to you all and enjoy!

The First Night

When the private jet touched ground in NYC, Erik and his wives transferred to a matte black 12-passenger van where Bastion sat in the passenger seat to give the address of the house she’d rented via Noirbnb. The driver was an older black man named Sam and Erik watched him closely as he kept looking at Bastion.

“Erik, did you just hear that foolishness. JoJo said she tryna go to Dubai. For what,” Kimora cackled.

“Why Poosy? Just why,” Homie asked.

“I’m not entertaining this,” Hennessy chuckled.

“Think about it,” Josephine said launching into explanation while the others laughed.

“Eyes on the road, nigga,” Erik snapped suddenly causing everyone to look to the driver where Erik had been staring.

“Erik, leave that man alone,” Homie laughed when the driver flinched. “He don’t mean no harm. You married nine beautiful women, what do you expect?”

“Hey, Mr. Driver Man, how old are you anyway,” Josephine leaned with Angel pushing her back and Erik throwing an evil expression daring Jojo to try him on this family vacation.

“Stop,” Angel cringed blocking Jojo.

“You and these old men,” Charlie laughed. “Hey Mr., you ever been to Dubai?”

“STOP. Mr. Sam, don’t answer that,” Hennessy yelled. The driver continued to look ahead with Erik’s eyes still burning a hole through his head.

—

The rental house was grand. It was no Stevens-Udaku estate by any means, but it was still larger and more luxurious than the average American home. A smooth dark stone path led to the front door where a quaint balcony jutted out overhead. There were many windows and many lights as well as many plants outdoors and artfully scattered inside as well. A complimentary fruit basket sat on the kitchen counter along with twelve decadent cupcakes which were boxed and sealed, and a few bottles of Arbor Mist wine in various flavors.

“This is my kind of vacation,” Charlie said around a mouthful of strawberry buttercream. “These cupcakes..” She gave a thumbs up. Erik tilted his head as if to say ‘Really?’ and she swallowed pointing to the fluffy cupcake in her hand. “I’m tasting it for poison. I’m the guinea pig.” He rolled his eyes and the group moved on looking through the lower level of the house while the driver took the bags upstairs and sat them in the hall. Vast living room, a bathroom, a movie theater den and a pool out back. They went upstairs and Bastion immediately paired everyone up for the rooms. There were five bedrooms.

“Daddy and I will-”

“Erik and who?” Hennessy cocked her head to the side. “No, try that one again.”

“Okay fine,” Bastion huffed, “Daddy and Kennedi. Is that fair?” Erik kissed her cheek when she pouted.

“Yep,” Homie said stepping forward in response to her government name being called. Erik smirked as she pulled him into the bedroom and waved her fingers closing the door.

“Don’t forget to be dressed and ready for Broadway. No sleeping in tonight. Sleep tomorrow,” Bastion yelled pointing to the next room. “Angel a-”

“Got ya,” Ryley said pulling Angel into the room. The door closed before anyone else could comment.. and now Homie was moaning.

“Okay, I’m rooming with Aly'Sha. Kimora, you’re with Jojo. Henny, you’re with Charlie,” Bastion pointed. The groups scattered with an agreement to reconvene when it was time to leave.

—

They’d all arrived at Broadway with time to spare dressed to kill watching a captivating performance of The Lion King. When it was all over, they hadn’t far to go to get to the restaurant for dinner. It was all in the heart of NYC. Carmine’s was the name of the establishment and they were the focus of the dining floor in their eye-catching garb. They looked like movie stars taken off of the red carpet and dropped at a white cloth covered table. Erik wore a navy velvet suit with a crisp white button up and navy velvet loafers. His fade and facial hair was cleanly cut, locs freshly washed and retwisted with aloe, and his golden rimmed glasses took him from pimp to intelligent black professor. He beamed, showing off his platinum bottom grill as he admired his table full of beautiful women.

“Him drunk look at'em,” Ryley snickered gesturing to the grinning N'Jadaka. His eyes were squint. The wives snickered and smiled watching him shake his head like he was just the happiest man on earth.

“I wanna make a toast,” he slurred raising his wine glass. His vodka glass was empty. Since he wasn’t driving, he could get as lit as he wished.. and he was. “I married…,” he hesitated thinking about it, “Nine beautiful ass bi-” he paused looking to Charlie, “-young ladies.. beautiful. Stunning. Radiant. Divine. Beguiling..”

“Leave it to you to use big words when you’re smashed,” Hennessy giggled watching him point at her with a happy yet unfocused expression. She shook her head confused, laughing and Charlie met her eye just as humored. He was really drunk.

“I love all of you so much.. so, so, so, SO much,” he stressed shaking his head for emphasis.

“Oh my God,” Angel howled giggling so hard she started crying.

“Shh shh,” Erik hushed with a finger to his lips. “I would die for you, mon amour, ma vie, mon tout..”

Hennessy wiped the tears from her own eyes, still in a giggling fit as Erik turned his attention and declarations of eternal love to her, toast forgotten.

When the check came, Hennessy used Erik’s card to pay and they all hobbled into the street with Erik still whispering sweet nothings switching from French, to Xhosa, and back to English without seeming to notice.

“Yotteru yo,” Charlie said switching to Japanese grinning as she helped Erik to walk since he was weaving on the sidewalk.

“Shhh,” he shushed leaning to whisper in her ear. “Nonono I’m not drunk, babygirl. Daddy just lit. Yottenai.. Yottenai.”

“You’re drunk,” Hennessy laughed.

“Hey, I think there’s a club nearby, like in walking distance. We can ditch the car since we’ll have to wait on it to drive around the block in this traffic and reach us. Let’s just walk and enjoy the city,” Kimora enthused checking her phone’s GPS. Erik jogged ahead to drape his arm over her shoulders.

“Lead the way baby.” Suddenly he was walking straight and Charlie stared at him, mouth wide as Hennessy laughed. Kimora turned to walk down a blackened alley that they couldn’t see the end of due to shadows. Erik was right there with her.

“Wait, no,” Bastion froze. The only light in there was the moonlight.

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here,” Erik announced walking into the shadowy darkness with Kimora. Feeling safer with him than without him, Bastion rushed into the darkness clutching onto the back of Erik’s soft blazer.

“Uh uh, hold up now. I don’t know ‘bout all this,” Angel drawled placing her hand on her hips and looking to Ryley. “My security don’t get here til tomorrow.”

“I’ll be ya security. We’ll protect each other,” Ryley promised holding Angels hand firmly in hers. Side by side they walked on in after Bastion. Homie looked to Jojo then and followed as Josephine grinned and walked into the alley first.

“Should we go,” Charlie asked Hennessy as they hung back.

“Wait a minute.” Hennessy paused on the sidewalk to pull her engineered joint out of her clutch. Charlie sparked the lighter for her and she smirked putting the joint to her pink lips. “Thank you wifey.”

“Anytime,” Charlie smiled watching Hennessy inhale and exhale clean smoke.

“I’m ready.” Hennessy and Charlie turned together walking into the alley, Charlie’s phone flashlight shining ahead.

—

Erik kissed his teeth noticing three shadows moving ahead and stepped in front of Kimora. “Why we can’t just walk through the city in peace,” he groaned. A gun lifted pointing at him and he rolled his eyes as three men approached, two black and one white.

One of the black guys let out a long whistle, kissing his teeth at the end. “This my lucky day, money and bitches falling in my lap.” He racked his gun and made the count two peices aimed at Erik who smirked at the comment. They ain’t know him or his wives. “Young nigga out here gettin it,” the man snorted, spitting off to the side. “We been watching you, nigga. You not from here.” He looked over Erik’s fit and to the wives who were decked out in pricey gowns. “I hate to embarrass you like this in front of ya bitches, but… nah, I actually don’t give a fuck. Get on your knees Carlton ass weakass bastard.”

“You think you can walk up on me like shit sweet just because I’m surrounded by women? Hm. Also, Carlton didn’t wear glasses,” Erik sighed unbothered.

“Wow motherfucker, you have a death wish,” the white man laughed. The other muggers were distracted for only a second and brought back to attention by the sound of four guns clicking nearly in unison. The distraction was all the time the wives needed to flip the script.

Ryley held her pistol out strong, her eyes never wavering. He posture was a cold dare. She dared them to try to pull the trigger faster than she could, gripping up her dress with her free hand in case she had to rip it and get crazy. Angel was loose from her wine and her gun had flown quickly into the air ready to pop at any movement of the men’s fingers. She nearly fired simply because she was tipsy and they were annoying. She hobbled back on her high heels, mirroring Ryley’s bold energy. She silently dared them to try and pull the trigger on her husband. They’d see ugly like they’d never seen before. Bastion had the gun that Erik had given her aimed at the white guy, but she didn’t exactly know how to hold it or how to aim since she lacked gun skills. The heart was there, however, and she held the gun sideways like she’d seen in the movies before looking briefly to Ryley out the corner of her eye and holding the gun straight to mirror her pose. Josephine’s gun was aimed for the other black guy and she stuck her arm out over Angel with her gun to the side, but that was just how she shot guns.

“Ain’t nobody killing that nigga but me, y'erd. Pull the trigger and get sprayed like gřřřřtttt,” Josephine threatened imitating the sound of an automatic assault rifle. Hennessy stoodby also unbothered and smoking her joint passing it off between Homie and Aly'Sha who were barely interested, they were so unafraid. Charlie stood watching the scenario through her phone’s camera, chuckling in the background behind the armed wives. They had it handled. Two of the men turned tail, lowering their guns and running away, but that one bold one who was talking trash stayed with his gun up. Angel pulled the trigger and then Ryley shot. The man fell to his knees and forward dropping his gun. Charlie stepped forward and looked him over without touching him.

“He’ll live,” she determined walking on. Kimora and Erik followed and then Hennessy, Homie, Bastion, Angel, and Ryley. Aly'Sha walked on like nothing had happened and Josephine started to move on, but something in her witchy mind said no. She shot her gun sending a bullet to the man’s head killing him. Aly'Sha rolled her eyes.

“Now we gotta get out of here,” Ryley groaned walking faster. When they emerged into the street, they saw the club a couple of blocks away.

“See! Not that far,” Kimora pointed.

—

Play as Hennessy

Play as Aly'Sha

Play as Ryley

Play as Angel

Play as Homie

Play as Charlie

Play as Kimora

Play as Josephine

Play as Bastion

#bumping to the top

NEW YORK MINUTE

You chose: On second thought... Let's go back.

You look down at the small patch of dirt that's way down and all that water. You could jump.. but you'd probably break your neck.

"On second thought..... Let me get off this thing."

Climbing down from the rail, you walk as close to it as you can so not to get hit by speeding cars. Ignoring the honks, you get to the start of the bridge and look down.

If you were careful, you could get some of the dust where you were. That would count as dirt from under the bridge. Also you could lower down a bucket for water. You just needed a bucket.

"Josephine Stevens-Udaku," comes a voice from beside you. When you turn to look it's a light skin nigga in a red and white fashionable suit with ginger red coiffed hair and a beard.

"Well hello to you, sir. Future husband. What's ya name?" Whoever he is, he's fine.

"Dijenna," he says curtly. "More importantly, I think you're looking for something like this."

He snaps his fingers and a bucket on a long rope appears.

"If you could do that couldn't you just bring me the water," you sigh. He rolls his eyes.

"I helped you, warlock to witch, now do something for me. Bring that nigga of yours to me so I can kill his monkey ass. Deal?"

"No deal. Get him yourself if you can." Fishing the bucket into the water, you start pulling it up and he grabs your braids. On a reflex you donkey kick him into the street and at the sake time a car comes running him over.

"Whoops....," you pause feeling mixed emotions. He could've been husband number two. Looking back to the water, you pull up the bucket.

It seems like everyone wants to kill Erik or get their hands on his money and it's sickening. Not that you're any different, but still. He's your husband, you can threaten to kill him and it's okay. When others do it, it's wrong.

Pouring the water into a glass bottle, you pack it up and begin your walk back to a safe place where you can call a car. The city will take care of the body in the middle of the street.

Mission Complete

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