Call it my old age, but I saw how inner-city young black men all had the same ending—death or prison. This gang shit was out of control. I’ve always hated it but saw how it was an inevitable course for kids. They had no other options. Either kill for protection or be killed. I tried to offer a solution with my local basketball teams and funding a couple of Boys and Girls’ Clubs. I also fund summer camps; overnight and day programs. I saw modest effects of it, but the young males had it hard. The game is fucked up and I was losing the stomach for it.
The next day I was headed for L.A. to see Rayna. I received a text from a number that I didn’t recognize. It read: Hey, it‘s Trisha. I’m textin U from my friend’s fone bcuz I left mine at the hotel this morning. Could U get it for me? xoxo I had to laugh. This young ass girl thinks she’s slick. I confiscated her phone before I sent her ass packing late last night. I do this often, especially with young girls because they love sharing pictures with their friends and on social sites. And this Trish chick wasn’t any different. I met her at a UCLA basketball game a couple of months back. She sought me out through her girlfriend that Wop had been involved with. Trisha was hot. Beautiful cocoa skin, long eyelashes and a tight body. I could tell she knew she was dope and I liked her aggressiveness. She kept eyeing me the whole time at the game and made her wishes known before we left the game that night. She told her girlfriend I reminded her of the first crush she had on an older guy and she wanted to act out a few things that she couldn’t as a kid. She promised not to disappoint. These young girls are off the damn chain.
I gave her my number and we chatted a couple of times. Trisha had been begging to hook up so I finally relented last night and got us a modest room. Shit, I was horny as hell. I ain’t had no * in over a week and no good * since my time with Rayna in Phoenix. Good was an inoperative description—Rayna’s * made me want to do things that I couldn’t admit to publicly. When we fucked in Phoenix, she let down all guards and offered herself to me wholly. She exposed her submissive capabilities and unleashed the beast in me. For the first time in my life, I’d made love to a woman. I can’t explain what had gotten into me, only that we connected on a level I never knew existed. That experience demonstrated to me that I had needs of her that no other woman could satisfy. That scared the shit out of me. Then she left me.
So, when this young and ripe Trisha came around I was game. I figured she knew she had to come with it since she talked so much shit. I had Wop pick her up in my Range because his ride was being worked on. I’m sure he told her it was my truck. I know this because when I confiscated her phone while she was in the bathroom showering, I saw pictures of the inside of my ride. There were also pictures of the hotel room and the bathroom. She didn’t manage any of me but she did take a few of herself in the mirror with her bra and underwear on when she was getting ready.
I ordered room service and while we were eating in the dining area she made all kinds of sexual gestures with her fork and spoon. She was twenty-one years old and drank like a damn sailor. I was cool with that just as long as she wasn’t eighty-sixing everywhere. I’d been with young women her age and they rarely disappointed. She was another story. After all the teasing, she eventually fell to her knees and unbuckled my pants. When my jimmy popped out she yelled, “Damn!” while staring at it and trying to figure out if she could handle it. It was downhill from there.
Her head game was whack and her sex was even worse. It lasted longer than I was prepared for because I couldn’t bust. She had no rhythm and kept moaning like that shit was sexy. I was turned off. My dick started going down. I told her she was off the hook and to go shower. She must have seen that I was disappointed and offered me head again. I declined and told her I’d call Wop to come and retrieve her.
I five fingered her phone when she left the room and that’s when I noticed she sent out three texts. One had the pictures of my ride and others were of the hotel suite. I don’t know how she managed those but she did. Needless to say, she wouldn’t be seeing her phone again.