TUESDAY
A young black man steps out of the shower. His dick is soft, but it's dangling size is a tree sticking out of a bush. There are tattoos up and down his body. One are two hands reaching for each other on his middle right arm. The upper left has a detailed sun. There's a gun on his lower left back, a pistol shooting a bullet. An afro sits on his head, he picks the wet curls out with a comb. He dries himself, happening to look at his phone when the screen lights up. On top of his selfie is a messaged from his neighbor downstairs. "Cum." Vehren says.
Jack Schaefer grins a bright smile. He responds, "On my way." There's a Pitbull Massif resting on the couch at the center of the exceedingly clean apartment. Once he's clothed in a green tank and blue jeans, he slips into new black Jordans at the door. No shoes allowed in his house. He says bye to 'Coz' and leaves the apartment.
Downstairs, he reaches door '1A' and knocks. Vehren opens the door in a robe. His hair is down, and a hungry look takes his eyes. "Hey." Jack says.
"Hey." I respond. "Are you ready?" I give him a deep look.
"I'm always ready, baby." He stares in return, tilting his afro. We're broken up by distorted German. I look at the caller ID, seeing Moeko's name. 'Psycho Teddy' is abruptly interrupted when I answer the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Vehren. I told you we were meeting at five, but the coach wants to meet earlier."
"How earlier?"
"Around one or so."
I roll my eyes. "It's eleven now. How far am I going?"
"Melvindale."
My jaw drops. "Are you fucking kidding?"
"No, I'm not! I hate when you talk to me that way. This was your idea, Vehren. Not mine."
I face away from Jack. "You couldn't find anywhere that isn't across the damn state?"
"No, actually, I couldn't. Not without scandals and bad reputation."
"Liar."
"You're right. Guess who referred this place?"
I play with my jaw. "Who?"
"Your good friend, Tsioni."
My brows furrow. "Zugar Belladonna referred you a beauty pageant?"
"Yes, actually. I guess she's friends with me on Facebook cause when I made a post about looking for beauty pageants for kids, she highly recommended 'Little Suns'. Her daughter is in the pageantry. She's four like Eris."
My face settles. "Oh."
"Yeah, so calm the fuck down."
The tension comes back. "How was I supposed to know?"
Moeko scoffs hard. "You work with her, Vehren!"
"I barely see the girls, Moe. I'll have to talk to her, I guess."
"Her daughter's coach is Eris' coach. I'll send you the address."
"Fine." I look back at Jack, who was busy scrolling through my computer. "I'm busy, Moe. I'll see you at one."
"Eris is excited about this whole thing. I hope she wins, honestly. She's so beautiful. Whatever, you have to go. Bye, Vehren."
I smile. "I know she is. Bye, Moe." I hang up the phone and face Jack. "Sorry, that was my baby mama."
"Sounds like it. Everything okay?"
I sit on the bed. "Father duties call. I wanted to go a little longer than like thirty minutes."
"Do you still want to do it?"
The corner of my lips pierce into my cheeks. "Not really."
"Let's just chill. Smoke some weed and talk?"
"Sure." I stand up, taking his hand and leaving my bedroom. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I'd love to get to know you more." We sit on the couch. I start packing the bowl as continues. "I know where you work, your favorite position, and you have a daughter named Eris. That's about it."
"I don't know anything about you except your name. I've been with so many guys, it's hard to keep track of names and personalities."
"How many have you been with?"
"My body count has to be in the two-hundreds. I'm not exaggerating that, either."
"Fuck, two hundred? No wonder you can't keep track."
I hand him the bong. "I'm a whore, what can I say?"
"I'm a whore, too." He takes a hit. "I've been with at least forty women."
"That's not too bad."
"It's nothing compared to you."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No." He takes another hit before handing me the bong. "I find that interesting about you."
"Most guys do." I take a hit.
He sits back. "That's good weed."
"You got it for me." I chuckle. "Where do you get your weed?"
"Dispensary. I work at Good Plantz in Auburn Hills. I used to deal off the streets though."
I raise my eyebrows. "You work at a weed shop? No shit."
"I can get you so many discounts on really good weed. Not that industry, overproduced shit. I'm talking dank weed like back in the day."
"Back in the day... You say that like you're my age."
"I am your age." He squints. "I'm twenty-five."
"I'm damn near thirty, babe." I huff a smile.
"You sure don't look it."
I lower my head. "Thanks. I've been feeling like I'm getting old lately. I don't have the stamina like I use to. Not even during sex. I used to be able to go at least twelve hours. Now, an hour is my max. I'm tired."
"With your body count, I bet you are. That's okay though. Maybe it's time to slow down."
"I don't want to slow down." I eye him. "I like the pace of my life."
"What do you usually do?"
"Aside from stripping, clubbing, making music."
"That's right. How's that ghostwriting position?"
I smile. "I haven't started yet."
He joins. "Well, it's a start. The industry can be hard."
"What do you know about the industry?"
"I know a little bit. My friend makes music from time to time and showed me how to make beats and whatnot. It's cool."
"What do you use?"
"Fruity Loops. What about you?"
"Logic Pro."
He huffs. "Oh, you fancy, huh?"
"I guess so. I only wanted to use the best, so I saved for the best. Bought my MacBook for that very software."
"I wanna hear your music." He comes in closer.
My eyes gaze to his plush lips. "Let me work on it a little more."
"You scared?" He smirks.
"No." I pop my shoulder, leaning in. "It's just not ready."