"Well, at least the ceremony will be brief."
That was the last straw. I wheeled around, made eye contact with my bridesmaids and jerked my head slightly. They quietly slipped out of the room as I took a few slow paces towards the slender, well-dressed older woman who had said those words.
For the past six months, every time I had seen her she had been making little digs at me, insinuating that I wasn't good enough for her son, that I wasn't fit to be seen in public with him, that because I was Puerto Rican and had an attitude to match, not to mention tattoos and big tits and a big ass, that I was trashy and ghetto and uncouth. Little comments spoken aloud, never addressing me directly, just to the open air as though she didn't even know she was verbalizing her thoughts. Just barely general enough for plausible deniability: I knew if I objected to her saying "At least the ceremony will be brief," she would open her big green eyes wide and be shocked and offended that I inferred anything other than her own desire to go home and lie down, even though it was plainly obvious that she meant that her entire circle of acquaintance would only have to suffer looking at me for a short amount of time. Even now, she was raising her pencil-thin eyebrows in frosty surprise at my approach.
"That's it," I said. "I've stood it for long enough, but you're just asking for it now."
"Why, whatever do you----" she began, but I cut her off with a hiss and a snap of my fingers across my throat.
"Fancy-ass whitebread house in the Hamptons motherfucker," I said, taking another step toward her, too close for social norms now. She attempted to back up, but there was no room in the cramped little chamber on the second floor of the church where I was supposed to wait, in all my bridal finery, until the ceremony. "I know you've been looking down on me this whole time, saying to yourself Dennis is better than a hood rat Portorican skank from the Bronx like me. Well, listen to me. He ain't. You know how I know?"
I was right in her face now, and I could see her lips twitch with discomfort and panic, and a tiny bead of sweat was starting to run down from her perfectly-coiffed iron-blonde hairline. She shook her head, terrified.
"Because his mommy is an insatiable cunt-munching slut," I said into her ear.
She stiffened, and anger flushed her face, overriding the discomfort and fear.
"How dare you speak to----" was as far as she got before I put my finger on her lips, surprising her back into silence. The long gold-lined acrylic on my fingernail was sharp, and I could see her flinch at the thought of me scratching her with it.
"You listen to me," I continued, "I know what you are, even if you don't. And it doesn't matter that you've never sucked a pussy before. I'm sure you've been such a frigid bitch your whole life that it never even entered your head. What matters is that you're going to do it right now."
As I said this, my other hand was bunching up the layers of gauzy white fabric that hung to the floor, exposing my thick, muscular brown legs and the tattoos of jaguars, eagles, and alligators that ran down them. I always had an affinity for predators.
"Now," I said, almost into her mouth we were so close, "are you going to get on your knees like a good little slut and start eating me out, or am I going to have to make you do it?"
The fabric finally pulled up high enough that my puffy brown pussy came into view, and not only that: also the heart-shaped public hair that my girlfriend Chacha had trimmed that morning, and the two hearts tattooed on either side of it in fading pink.
Her eyes widened as they saw my pussy, but the next moment they met mine, and even though her mouth was open and frightened, the blue eyes rebelled.
"You can't threaten me like this. I -- I will ruin you. My lawyers----" she began to say shakily. I smiled, knowing how sexy my smile was, showing off my glossy plump lips compared to her thin, quivering ones.
"You don't get it, mami," I said softly. "You're still in the room, so I've already won." I took the finger I had stopped her mouth with and slipped it into me, gasping a little as I did so. Nothing turned me on as much as making a frigid bitch submit to me, and my juices were flooding already. I withdrew the finger and returned it to her lips.
