THEN
"Yup, time to make the donuts" Jaquan grinned at his reflection in the rear-view mirror of his sports car checking his teeth. He'd scrubbed them excessively but found himself tossing a spare toothbrush in the glove compartment before heading out for what he thought would be an exciting afternoon.
There was always this bit off hesitant queasiness before he hooked up with new women, but it had been a minute since Renee came up pregnant, and today presented him with an opportunity, a window to get something new and fine as fuck. His pregnant fiancé was out for the afternoon locked down in a doctor's office for a checkup after which he was supposed to pick her up for brunch on the northside of town sponsored by Renee's mentor, Aurthur Van Allen.
Jaquan hated Mr. Van Allen because there seemed to be this invisible handcuff connecting him and Renee. The old blue blood never seemed to be far away and the hangdog expression on his face made Jaquan want to smash his face to mush. For some reason Jaquan felt that he was responsible for the perpetual dour expression on the man's face at first secretly happy that he was Renee's first. It was supposed to be a feather in his cap when he discovered several attempts behind the scenes to keep them apart which ultimately failed due to Renee's own indomitable will.
The girl chose him.
Aurthur's mood read on everyone and everything around him; even his wife who was rarely seen without a drink in hand. Jaquan couldn't get thoughts out of his head that Renee had been with this man but didn't dare ask. He hated himself for that but didn't want to press the issue out of ego. There was no doubt Renee Kelly was presented as a social climber, but there was always this grey spot whether it was actually true. It felt as if both men were selfishly coveting her exotic beauty, but now she was pregnant.
She'd disappeared for weeks, almost two months before returning with news of his bun in her oven.
Jaquan paid for knocking her up with her vigilant policing of his sex life as she was partially living in his home getting nastier and more verbally abusive by the moment. She seemed intent on turning him into a eunuch for the duration of her pregnancy. That accompanied with the incessant browbeating from his mother had Jaquan put out and frustrated to the extreme.
His mother demanded his acquiescence to Renee citing the fact that she'd never held her first grandchild, currently living overseas in Germany with Jaquan's first "unfortunate" baby mother. Renee was made aware of this in a face-to-face meeting with his parent, then promptly added it to her repertoire of verbal abuse. This resulted in a toxic rolling argument ending with him being shut down by both women when his mother walked in during the confrontation. After that, he was determined to "get a little back" telling himself that it would be a reclamation of his masculinity.
"Wonder why she wanted to meet at an outlet?" Jaquan stepped out of his car looking around at the Innercity strip mall. The narrow streets were wall to wall, gridlock traffic due to some freeway construction on a nearby on-ramp. The downtown area was within five miles, an easy commute, normally. Jaquan didn't have much time by his internal clock, looking at the app on his phone again.
Her name was Tammy, and they met through a black themed dating app. Renee had found a way into his phone randomly calling up all the ladies in his contacts, giving them the business whenever it suited her. The drama was off the charts with no end in sight prompting Jaquan to get a new burner phone which was kept in his trunk under the spare tire. Renee found his original making him watch as she called up the girls there, too. A number of the women were incensed at being put on blast.
Renee received her fair share of death threats, even reporting one of the ladies to Aurthur who wasted no time taking care of that business with a restraining order within twenty-four hours of learning about it. The hapless woman was tossed in jail for three days for making a terrorist threat and later spent more time behind bars for a bench warrant. The woman in question ended up writing Renee a written apology at the prodding of Mr. Van Allen. Renee was effectively putting him on ice, and he was tired of it.
"Shit, this could be a catfish." Jaquan glanced around putting on his shades, unconsciously striking a pose. He was the king of his world and made sure everybody around him knew it whether he verbalized it or not. Jaquan was wearing a training muscle hoodie with the sides open exposing his chiseled torso and some black cargo type workout pants that left his calves exposed over some gleaming white Nike air-force ones. His look was finalized with a white gold Rolex. He dialed up Tammy on face time.
"Hey, what's up; you here baby?" Tammy answered in a half second presenting the lothario with a rather plain looking face, albeit with a bit of makeup making her more presentable. She was a solid five in his educated opinion, but he was a man on a mission. Her face was surrounded by a fluffy hoodie.
It had animal ears.
"Uhm, yeah; come on out." She reacted to the static look on his face for a moment, then smiled showing all her teeth.
"I'm over in the dollar store picking up a few things, can you come over and keep me company; the line is really long?"
"Want me to wait out here?" He didn't want to be coerced into giving up any money on a fling, but she pressed, dropping the phone down. The facetime blurred for a few moments before Jaquan found himself looking at some motivation in the form of two very thick "lady humps" encased in some micro denim booty shorts with a wealth of rear cleavage that should've had Tammy worried about police intervention. The creamy black cheekage was her one and only selling point from day one.
"Okay, I'll be right in."
"Better hurry up before I get somebody else."
"Ain't nobody else." Jaquan ended the call with bravado knowing what he brought to the table above and below. They'd been talking for a little under a week resulting in an exchange of two nudes, a butt pic from her and a single dick pic lined up next to a Pringles can. Tammy was definitely interested after his "big reveal" continually pushing for a sneaky link.
Renee's doctor's appointment presented a fortuitous opportunity.
The interior of the cheap ninety-nine outlet was congested with enough people to make Jaquan think there was a fire sale going on. The place was foreign owned, likely middle eastern with evidence in some of the people manning the cash registers other than one Korean woman wearing a burka.
Jaquan stood out like a sore thumb because of his height and apparel drawing a few looks from some interested women nowhere near his league. He walked the first two aisles looking for Tammy, before moving to the far end of the one-story storefront. The last register looked like an afterthought installed to ease the workload. There was aa general dinginess to the place that made him retch and question a woman that would shop here. He wondered if she would try to shake him down for some cash resolving to walk out if she did.
Some woman with a veritable brood of kids all under the age of ten was in the process of loudly scolding them for vandalizing the aisle leaving cheap knockoff toys littering the tiled floor. One of the small kids with a runny nose reached out to him making Jaquan recoil. It was an unconscious reflex but earned him a few choice words from the child's embattled mother which he played off nervous Tammy was watching. He was still being cussed out when he peered over the top of the aisle between stale bags of chips and cheap cookies finding his sneaky link. There was no doubt about it. This was Tammy.
Those denim booty shorts were unmistakable; Tammy was much bigger and fuller than he anticipated.
She was standing there with her back to him going through some haircare items in the last aisle leading up to the third register. This woman didn't have an ass; this was a certified badonkadunk, all natural and bulging obscenely from the bottoms of those shorts which looked handmade. Her legs were powerful, shapely and well-defined, seeming as if she worked out like a beast. Jaquan leaned against the opposite aisle entertaining thoughts of working out with Tammy besides clapping those voluptuous cheeks. He framed it as a "My Fair Lady" situation thinking about the pride he would feel getting this basic looking chick from a five to at least a seven in his book. He chafed at the fluffy animal themed hoodie.
"Hey Tammy." Jaquan addressed her, getting no response.
The sight of that chocolate donk had his crotch throbbing after so long propelling Jaquan into the aisle, proper. He noticed Tammy shifting weight from one leg to the other, lightly shaking what her mother so obviously gave her. A sly grin spread across his lips as he considered coming up behind to greet her with a loud smack to the rear. He figured they were meeting to hook up, so no harm no foul.
"...damn." That thing looked bigger as he got closer. It was the kind of ass that made your mouth water as Jaquan crept up behind Tammy, hand at the ready. The tips of his fingers lightly grazed that ripe butt.
"EXCUSE YOU MA' NIGGA!!!" She suddenly jackknifed around twisting at the hip, incredulous.
