Marcellos
Marcellos left his parole officer’s office as agitated as he was every time he’d ever showed up. He was tired of hearing the old white man trying to tell him how to live his damn life, and he would be glad when his last year of supervised release, as the feds called it was over in the next ten months. He was tired of the annoying old prick showing up at his spot at random for piss tests even when he knew damn well Marcellos didn’t use drugs at all. As he always did once he was sitting in his car after his meetings, he thought back to how the snitching ass nigga, Paris, out of Jackson, Tennessee, had set him up to get busted.
He’d only known Paris for a few months, so when the nigga called him out of the blue one day and asked him to sell him a pistol his street intuition should have kicked in and told him something was up, especially so, since the nigga wanted to meet at a carwash early on Thursday morning. Paris had played his role to a t though, because he didn’t seem nervous at all, as he brought the gun and then held a twenty minute conversation. Marcellos would later find out that it was because he’d done the same thing plenty of times before. As they went their separate ways Marcellos had thought everything was cool, so when three trucks and two cars came from nowhere and surrounded him as he was about to pull off, he didn’t have an idea of what had just happened until it was too late. He spent the next three years in prison thinking of what he’d do to the man who had taken his freedom if he ran into him again. But to that day he’d never even heard the name again and hoped it was because the faggot was dead.
As Marcellos rode through the city streets listening to the radio station K97.1, he heard the announcement of the large concert tour being headlined by a hot new rapper out of Chicago called Young Yayo. The tour had passed through Memphis, but he’d missed it because he’d been out of town. The next show was in Atlanta in two days and he figured that since it wasn’t too far and he wanted to get out and enjoy himself, that he’d make the trip. He stopped at a corner store and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and two beers. As he walked back to his car he heard someone call his name just as he opened his door. He turned around to see two teenagers with clothes on that he thought had to be at least a half a size too small approaching him. One was his girlfriend’s cousin, Kourtney, the other he didn’t know.
“Aye mane, you got some mo’ Jordans mane?” Kourtney asked, “I’m trying to get another pair of them TRU Religions too, in black though.”
Marcellos popped his trunk and let the two boys rummage through the shoes and clothes for ten minutes until they both had picked out two pairs of shoes and jeans apiece. From the small wads of money they pulled out. Marcellos knew the two youngsters had to be selling drugs, and while it wasn’t his trade he didn’t hate. The truth was Marcellos was a hustler by nature, selling any and everything he got his hands on. He sold everything from clothes to radios and once he’d even managed to sell a prosthetic leg. Even though he knew he could probably be a decent drug dealer and make lots of cash he didn’t like the risks that came along with it, especially after he’d been to the feds and heard of all the time men were doing because of it. He had played middle man to a few deals, but his main hustle was clothes, which he got from his older cousin, Erica, who basically ran a boosting ring.
After collecting his money he headed out to Westwood in southwest Memphis to pick up his girlfriend, Katrina, who had been babysitting his sister Nicole’s children. Riding down the expressway listening to Dru Hill’s old hit ‘Beauty’, Marcellos couldn’t help but to think back to the day he’d met the woman he’d been with for the last two years. He had literally picked her up off the streets crying because she’d walked in on her boyfriend with another girl. Marcellos had only seen all ass jiggling as she stormed by just as he walked out of Erica’s hose. He rushed up behind her calling out to her, but she didn’t even turn around. Once he finally caught up enough to grab her arm, which she snatched away, she had finally turned around, exposing the tears and grief all over her face.
“Leave me the hell alone!” she yelled out while still in stride.
“Damn baby girl, I ain’t know you was up here crying,” Marcellos said in a sincere voice. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
Without responding she continued to march, so he walked along with her.
“It’s a beautiful black woman marching down the street crying, so I should be able to figure this out,” he said now walking backwards in front of her. “It got to be a nigga. I know a nigga ain’t put his hands on you, ‘cause we bout to go back right now and I’m finna beat his ass.”
He looked in her face for acknowledgement, but she still didn’t respond so he went on. “Naw, he ain’t crazy enough to hit you ‘cause you woulda beat his ass yo ’self. Naw, you too emotional. What then ya’ll just broke up or you caught that fool wit somebody?”
She never said a word, but she finally looked him in the eyes, which answered his question.
“Shit he should be the one crying, he done lost something,” Marcellos said trying to butter her up. “Look, I know ya’ feelings hurt and all right now, but if that nigga can’t appreciate a woman as beautiful as you, he don’t deserve to be wit’ you no way. Plus, everything worked out for you like it was meant to cause yo’ nigga in shining armor here.”
That finally got a smirk from her which she quickly tried to hide. After walking for five more minutes, he noticed that she’d finally stopped and when he looked around they seemed to be at a random corner. The he realized there was a bus stop sign on the pole they were standing near.
“Where we goin’?” Marcellos asked her.
“Ain’t no we. And why is you worried about where I’m going,” she spat with frustration and anger in her voice.
“Because I ain’t going anywhere 'til I know yo’ as is straight and feeling better. I told you I’m yo’ nigga in shining armor, so I gotta make sho’ you get to wherever you goin'. You probably rushed out so mad you ain’t even got bus fare. Where’s yo’ purse?”
She went back into her silent mode as they stood there for another five minutes before Marcellos felt a few rain drops hit him.
“Katrina,” he said reading the name off the gold necklace charm she wore. “It’s bout to rain, and as pretty as you is I don’t want to stand here and get soaking wet, so come on and let me give you a ride to wherever you tryin’ to go. Even if you just want to ride around and not talk to me, I’m cool wit’ that.”
Her response was her crossing her arms and looking the other way and letting out a deep sigh because that was exactly what she was about to do, just get on the bus and ride around.
“You standing here actin’ like the ol’ wicked witch and shit, so if yo’ ass get too wet you gon’ melt, so come on. Plus, I know you ain’t trying to sit on no bus wit’ strangers watching boogers run out 'cha nose.”
That got a real smile from her so he grabbed her hand to lead her back to his car. She didn’t snatch away like she did before, but she didn’t move as he started to walk off. “Katrina,” he said in a calm voice, “I wish yo’ pretty ass would stop acting like that and let me take you where you tryin’ to go, cause I’m not letting you stand in the rain.”
She finally gave in and let him lead her back to his car holding her hand the whole time. Once they were in the car and she still hadn’t said anything about where she wanted to go, he simply turned the radio up and that was when Dru Hill’s song came on. Marcellos just sat there in the driveway until the song went off then he turned the volume down.
“Girl even the radio station know you was supposed to be wit' me today,” he said which made her roll her eyes at him, but also smile again.
She still didn’t tell him where she wanted to go or say anything else, so he just began to drive around the city listening to the radio. They rode around for a few hours, and then he convinced her to eat something, so they went to Applebee’s for dinner. The entire conversation while they ate was basically him talking with her laughs and smiles between his stories and jokes.
It was after nine p.m. when they left the restaurant and Marcellos was ready to go home, so that’s where he went. After he cut off the engine he looked over at her and was happy she was still with him, but still wandered what was going through her mind and why she still wouldn’t talk to him.
“Katrina, as much as I like ridin’ around wit’ you, I’m tired and I’m on papers, so I’m 'bout to call it a night. I’ll chill on the couch and maybe after you get some sleep you’ll feel like talking or just feel better period, but I’m goin' in. You coming?”
She simply turned in her seat, but didn’t make an attempt to get out. Marcellos wasn’t about to keep bending over for a woman no matter how good she looked. He got out without another word, not caring what she did at that point, and went inside his duplex apartment, leaving her in the car.
A few minutes later Marcellos heard a knock on his door and when he opened it she just stood there with her arms crossed. At six foo one and two hundred and ten pounds, Marcellos wasn’t small at all, so when he grabbed her, pulled her inside, and took her back to his bedroom, there was little she could do but go along. He pushed her down on his bed and told her to go to sleep then walked back to the living room where he lay on the couch and closed his eyes. Just as he was dozing off he felt her body press against him as she lay down with her back to him then took his arm and pulled it around her waist.
“I thought I told you to go to sleep,” Marcellos said.
“Make me,” she answered with attitude.
Taking that a certain way he reached down to her thighs which he found exposed.
“Whoa, I ain’t say do all that,” she said grabbing his hand.
“Well watch yo’ words then,” he whispered in her ear lustfully, his erection coming on from feeling that she didn’t have any panties on. “And you got yo’ lil stuff out, pressed all up on me.”
“I just wanna be next to somebody, and I don’t sleep with underwear on, so go to sleep.”
They lay there in silence for a while before she rolled over towards him and placed her hands under his shirt. Marcellos quickly grabber her soft ass and pulled her up to his face, then gave her a long passionate kiss. She let out a soft moan as his hand found its way between her legs where he began to massage her clit, while occasionally easing a finger inside her moistening hole. He sat her up on top of him and pulled her shirt over her head exposing the prettiest set of C cup breasts he’d ever seen. He firmly grasped both in his hands, taking the left one into his mouth, sucking and licking it like he would never see it again, while she rubbed her hands over the waves in his low haircut. After alternating between both breasts, he stood up with her and gave her another deep kiss while he walked her back to his room, with her legs locked around his waist as he palmed her ass. He dropped her on the bed and began to slowly undress himself, while watching her gyrate on her hand as she pleased herself.
“Hurry up Marcellos,” she called out. “Please come and get this pussy.”
Hearing that, he made his way over to her and kissed a trail from her neck down to her clean shaven pussy. He was glad to smell the soap he used as he clamped his mouth over her pearl tongue and sucked it causing her back to arch up as she instantly climaxed.
“Oohh yeah, ooowww,” she moaned grabbing his head and humping his face.
Marcellos pulled away after flicking his tongue at her clit a few more times and went back up to her face with it sticking out. She met him with her tongue and began to suck on his.
“Yeah, I’m a freak,” she said with a smile as he pulled away.
Finding out what he wanted to know he spread her legs wide open and went back down on her, this time easing a finger in her butt as he licked and sucked at her clit again. The orgasm she had minutes later was one neither of them would ever forget.
“Ooowww, it’s coming, it’s coming,” Katrina wailed as she felt the tingle pass from her chest, through her stomach and down further. Her toes curled so hard they cramped and she snatched the sheets off the bed as she came so forcefully she saw colors when she squeezed her eyes shut. She made all kinds of indescribable sounds as her body convulsed uncontrollably, bucking up and down on the bed. Marcellos had his mouth clamped on her through her entire spasm, even as she tried to push his face away with her hands and tried to pull away from him. He simply wrapped one arm around her thigh and held his head down even as she began to beg and cry.
“Ohh gawd, stop, stop, please. I can’t….”
Her words were cut off as she tensed up and he held on like his life depended on it as her body shook violently form another orgasm. After her bucking slowed and without giving her a chance to react, he quickly slid his rock hard dick inside her soaked pussy and pinned her legs back to her shoulders. She could only continue to cry and come as he plowed into her for the next twenty minutes before he emptied his seed into her. Afterwards, he cradled her in his arms until they both fell asleep and she had been his woman from that day.
Marcellos pulled up in front of his sister’s house then called Katrina’s phone. A few minutes later he watched as she strutted out to the car with effortless sexiness. At five foot eight and one hundred forty two pounds, Katrina’s frame and redbone complexion were flawless, with enough ass and titties to make any video vixen jealous. She leaned over and kissed Marcellos once she got in the car.
“Yo’ sista said you could’ve came in,” Katrina said in a nasal voice imitating his sister. “Actin’ like you don’t know nobody.”
“So she can find a reason to need five or six hundred dollars? She’ll be ai’ight,” Marcellos said then blew his horn at his young nephew before he pulled off.
“Boy yo’ niece is getting’ fast as she wanna be. The video to that Travis Porter song “Make it rain’ came on, and she started to dance like she work at the club herself.”
“That come from her momma and her friends doing that shit in front of her. All of ‘em need they ass kicked, but I ain’t on that right now. I got something you wanna hear about. It’s mo like something you wanna know, or better yet, you wanna do, so guess where ewe goin’ Friday.”
“A Caribbean cruise? Hint hint,” she said playfully.
“A Caribbean cruise, hint, hint, naw. You know my parole ain’t over yet, so hold ya’ horses. You know that concert you kept buggin' bout, we goin’ to it.”
“Yeah I remember the concert I was buggin' you 'bout 'cause it was last week. It’s too late.”
“I told you to go by yo’ self, so miss me wit ’cha attitude. But anyway, smartass, it’s gon’ be in ATL Friday. We gon’ leave at 'bout five Friday morning and come back up Saturday. You know how my p.o. is.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Katrina exclaimed bouncing up and down. “Ooww, I gotta get me somethin’ to wear. You know I gotta look good.”
“Yeah, I know, and since you all excited I know I can get a thank you, so gon’ hit a nigga wit’ that hurricane Katrina,” Marcellos said then unzipped his pants. He called it hurricane Katrina because she spit, blew, and pumped when she gave him head, and moaned and groaned while her head bobbed up and down while they rode home.
They hit the Atlanta city limits at eleven thirty Friday morning and checked into a room at Holiday Inn. Katrina had a cousin named Pebbles who lived there, so they met up with her and spent most of the day riding around the city since it was the couple’s first visit. After seeing the sights, shopping, and getting a bite to eat, most of the day had passed so Marcellos took Pebbles home and they went back to their room to get ready for the concert. The show would begin at seven thirty, and since they didn’t want to be stuck in traffic in an unfamiliar city, they left their room at five-forty to pick up Pebbles and head downtown. Katrina and Pebbles excitedly bopped to a song on the radio as they rode, and while Marcellos didn’t know the name of the song, or the rapper’s name, he knew it was a new rapper out of Memphis.
Once they made it to the arena and then inside they were surprised by how many celebrities they saw and got as many pictures as they could as they waited for the event to begin. A local rap group opened up the show with two of their songs followed by a female rapper out of Texas, who performed her popular song from a year earlier. She followed her performance by doing the remix with The Dream and Young Dro and one more song. The crowd vibed with the opening acts, but when Young Yayo hit the stage they went wild before he uttered a word. Feeding off their energy, Yayo was extra turned up the entire show, and for the next two hours the pack house was amped.
Marcellos hadn’t noticed that Pebbles had eased off, but when he and Katrina made it to the lobby after the show she called out to them from behind. It seemed like she was skipping as she made her way to them, smiling like a school girl with a crush.
“Aye ya’ll, I got tickets to Yayo’s after party. I know ya’ll coming right?” Pebbles asked them.
“Girl, how in the world you get them tickets?” Katrina asked elatedly.
“Don’t worry 'bout all dat,” Pebble’s said and snapped her finger, then looked at Marcellos. “Is ya’ll going?”
“I’m trying to lay down,” he replied flatly. I been rippin’ and running all day, and we gotta leave early.”
“Baby I know you tired, but please let’s go, just for a while,” Katrina begged as she grabbed his hand and batted her eyes. “I wanna take some pics with’ some real celebrities, not just them big booty hoes we got ‘em wit’. Please just one hour.”
Marcellos just shook his head as he gave in. “One hour.”
One hour easily turned into two once they began to drink and vibe with the party. They danced and took plenty of pictures and Marcellos decided that after one more round of drinks he and Katrina were leaving. They hadn’t seen Pebbles for over forty five minutes, so he figured whoever she was with would take her home. It took him ten minutes alone to get to the bar and order the drinks, and by the time he made it back to the table they were at Katrina was gone. He waited there for here figuring she’d went to the bathroom, but after ten more minutes he got up and started looking for her on the dance floor. After weaving through the large crowd and not finding her he headed to the bathrooms thinking she may have gotten sick. He stuck his head in the bathroom door and called her name, but got nothing but stares and grunts. He was hoping that he’d only been missing her so he didn’t want to call her phone yet and began looking for her again starting at the bar, then going through the dance crowd again.
Still unable to find either woman, he pulled out his phone to send a quick text message as he walked back towards their table and just happened to glance up to make sure he didn’t bump into anyone. Out of his periphery he notice a lot of movement to his right and turned his head where he saw a group of people seem to all stand up at the same time. He realized it was one of the club’s VIP sections and since he was only twenty or so feet away he could see inside clearly. For no particular reason he scanned the room from right to left, where he saw Pebbles, who was letting one nigga rub between her legs while another squeezed her breasts. His eyes continued to the left and stopped on Young Yayo, who stood out because of the dyed tips on his dreads and all the chains around his neck. In front of Yayo, and leading him through a door with exit above, was Katrina, who had her right hand on one of Yayo’s medallions as she disappeared out the club.
Marcellos pushed his way through the crowd and to the VIP entrance, where he was stopped by two security guards who looked like Shaquille O’Neal clones.
“Hold on partna,” the darker one said as Marcellos tried to rush inside. “Whatever it is, you gon’ have to let it go tonight.”
Seeing that he wasn’t going to get past the two he called Katrina’s phone, but got no answer. After fuming for ten minutes, he went back to the hotel, where he called and text both women for the next hour before giving up.
At four forty five Katrina tried to ease into the dark hotel room and was startled when Marcellos turned on the small lamp by the bed.
“Bitch I ought to beat yo’ ass right now,” he growled through clenched teeth.
“Baby what’s wrong? I tried to send you a text and tell you I was in VIP with Pebs and to come over, but you ain’t answer. And when I tried to come find you I couldn’t so I thought you left or something. I stayed with her, and her friend took us to her house and only bought me here cause he was leaving this morning and I told him we was leaving early to go home,” Katrina said giving him her planned lie.
Marcellos just looked at her with a blank expression. “You tried to text me, so why didn’t you answer my calls?” he asked seeing how much lying she’d do.
“My battery died.”
“Pebbles battery died too?”
“She lost her phone.”
“Bitch you really think I’m stupid don’t you? I saw yo’ trick ass wit’ that nigga.”
As a silence fell between the two he heard her stomach growl loudly.
“Dumb ass ho’, you done’ got fucked all night and couldn’t get shit to eat,” he said shaking his head.
He walked up to Katrina and pushed her by the face as hard as he could causing her to fall over a chair. Without another word he left the room and went out to his car to go home alone.