Maximum Badonkadonk Ch 07

(RECAP)

"I don't know you. I don't want to know you." Her face broke as tears began streaming down her cheeks. Yoli sat down right there on the spot hunched over, arms folded across her chest. Her head dipped chin digging into her chest, dejected.

Jaquan walked by gathering Rashida up in his arms carrying her past us. She was crumpled up in his arms, her powerful legs hanging limply. Shawnee was still flushed, unsure of what to do as my cousin carried the defeated woman past Renee who stood there taking in the whole scene impassively. Some people including Mintzy and Antonio were approaching cautiously regarding us as I looked to Renee.

"What're you gonna do?" She asked me.

"Go home." Police sirens were audible in the distance.

...to be continued.

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MAXIMUM BADONKADONK Ch. 07

Featuring: Renee Kelly-36D-32-50 (25 years old)

Akemi-34B-26-38

Tressie Fisher-48EE-44-48 (23 years old)

"So where we at?" Renee asked.

Yoli was arrested after a good hour of hashing things out with me, Renee, Jaquan along with several pedestrian witnesses of the heinous street beating delivered to one Rashida Sikes. Yoli sat dejected with some leery cops flanking her on either side, dutifully standing to be handcuffed when instructed. There was no emotion on her face as she was marched past a crowd of spectators placed in the back of a police cruiser.

Rashida was taken to county where she received medical attention sporting swollen eyes, a flattened nose which was miraculously not broken and a cut lip. A number of blood clots in her mouth guaranteed an overnight stay from the laconic doctor conducting the examination. She would be okay physically, but mentally was another thing.

Rashida Sikes had been publicly humiliated and destroyed. I obviously wasn't allowed inside her hospital room leaving Renee to sit with her until relatives arrived. Jaquan remained behind with little Daisy Kelly leaving Renee to ferry Rashida to the emergency room after the cops declined to call up an ambulance.

Their denial had come on the heels of her refusal to speak about her assault, while Yoli's arrest was prompted out of immediate public outrage.

Shawnee Thompson said her awkward farewells before driving home as I wondered if I'd see her again. Renee and I didn't talk much when she brought my camera bag out of the apartment before we took Rashida to the hospital. In fact no one talked during that car ride as she drove holding her best friend's hand.

"Did you hear what I said; where are we?"

"Where we were before all this shit happened tonight. If you're asking about the website, everything's ready to go whenever you want. All you have to do is login and launch it."

"That's not what I'm talking about; tell me what I'm talking about?" Strains of Love Galore by SZA were playing inside Jaquan's car. Renee Kelly remained stoic throughout the whole ordeal and was sitting there staring out the windshield.

"You stood back and watched Yoli beat your best friend bloody; I guess you wanted her publicly shamed because of the shit with Jaquan a while back."

"Why do you say that?"

"I saw your face Renee; I saw you when I was trying to pull them apart. You could have cared less, and I understand it. I don't wanna do the passive aggressive thing with you; I'm gonna call it a night." My hand went to the door, but she covered my hand with her palm. I settled back in the passenger seat.

"Ever since I was little, people treated me different because I was "light bright" and when I realized these people were just color struck, it was a hard pill to swallow. Like I've said before, I went hard in the paint trying to prove my blackness, but certain people made it hard to breathe in school. Mostly the dark skinned sisters, so I just let it go and became that princess. Petty fucked up and entitled, kinda lonely too. Rashida was my girl, dark chocolate, sassy, "strong and independent" to a fault. So you know what I found out?"

"Just tell me."

"She's just like those girls that gave me hell back in school. It's my fault really because I realized I was color struck too. You see, Rashida Sikes was my "black friend" as fucked up as that sounds. She fucked Jaquan because she wanted to and nothing more. It was a clout chasing dream to screw the mulatta queen's king."

"I'm turning in, drive safely."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I want us to launch the site right now, together. Then I'll go home to Jaquan and Daisy."

"Okay, we can do that Renee."

Renee sat on the couch watching as I set up the laptop bringing the site up. In the light of my cousin's dining room I noticed splotches of blood on her top where she'd cradled Rashida's head as she drove to the emergency room.

She'd become an enigma of sorts I the last few days as I found myself becoming increasing reticent of her presence. I wondered if she realized this or even cared as she sidled up to the laptop staring at our collective handiwork. She stopped me from launching it at the last second.

"What?"

"Are you sure everything is done?"

"Yeah, everything is linked through the social media accounts and the new clips and trailers have a hyperlink imbedded leading viewers directly to our online doorstep. All you have to do is turn it on Renee. Isn't that what you want?"

"Once we turn this on, there's no going back for any of us; we'll be uhm, pornographers. No more minutes long clips and teasers, you'll have to come up with new content on the regular and deal with the intangibles of such a life. Are you ready for that?"

"I was doing this before we got acquainted, but this is your baby more or less. You paid for the work to be done and I've delivered. If we don't activate this football, then what was all the shit we've gone through worth? You got my cousin involved and I never wanted that. It's too close to home and my parents wouldn't understand, but I've never felt more creative in my life. Tell me you didn't feel the same way when you were doing that photo shoot for Shawnee."

'What're we waiting for?"

We pushed the ENTER button together.

Once the site was active, Renee switched off the laptop closing it. She flattened her palms on top of it unplugging and packing it up as I watched. She looked deeply contemplative before tucking the new laptop under her arm regarding me.

I noticed a return of the savage war paint makeup.

"I'm borrowing this for a few days, okay?"

"Well I told you a few days ago that I wanted to earn that laptop; I still consider it yours anyway."

"This is your laptop; I'm just borrowing it; but you still have something to earn."

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

Renee captured a handful of my shirt pulling me into a sensual kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth swirling about for a few seconds before she relented. Renee wiped a finger along her burgundy painted lips staring deep inside me with those slanted cat like eyes surrounded in smoky eyeshadow. I was caught in her gaze, heart thumping in my chest.

Renee turned on her heel walking out of the living room without another word. The heavy steel door slammed shut moments later. My eyes didn't follow her because I was glad she was gone. For the first time in a while, I didn't use my laptop opting to have a bite to eat and a movie before dropping off.

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I woke up midday sometime after eleven sitting up on my cousin's much used couch scratching my head. I picked up my phone finding ten or eleven calls from Shawnee probably looking for answers, gossip, or both. Jaquan also texted to remind me of my mother's imminent return the following day. While I was looking at that text, several rows of texts from an unknown number began appearing one after the other confusing me.

A few of them contained heart emojis and other nonsensical items like memes. I figured I was getting spammed deleting a good number of them. This seemed kind of futile as more popped up, all delayed seemingly because my phone had been switched off during the night. I glanced over at the table finding my original laptop and equipment, but let it sit there undisturbed.

I was still rattled by the insane donnybrook that left Rashida lying face down in her blood. I thought about her personality figuring that she wouldn't be able to return to work anytime soon after being publicly humiliated. No one would've ever guessed Yoli capable of beating the larger woman into submission in such decisive fashion. The guilt I felt was overwhelming as the catalyst for Rashida's assault.

It made me shudder inside being so clueless to the lithe yellow bone's true nature.

I'd been on the crazy train the whole time we were interacting oblivious to the danger of it all. Yoli's infatuation with Renee Kelly had shifted to me with disastrous results. She'd warned me not to be seen with Rashida, but I hadn't taken her serious in the least. About viewing the women side by side would come to the same conclusion given Yoli's flighty personality.

"Hello?" My phone started ringing. It was Shawnee Thompson aka Ms. WTF.

"Hey man, how come you didn't call me back?"

"Sleeping much; you understand the concept, right?" Her resultant chuckling was expected.

"Sorry, so you gonna be there?"

"Where?"

"Renee called, set up a shoot for this afternoon around three." I remembered her confiscation of the laptop sitting upright scratching my shoulder.

"I think I'm gonna sit this one out if you don't mind."

"Fucked up, huh?"

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about; your girlfriend going ham all over that black puta's face last night. Shit, what kinda dick are you giving that bitch, eh? You got your girl going Kill Bill on a thot!! That shit felt like a prison yard beatdown or something!! Uhm, that's the girl you were talking to when you were hitting me from the back that time, right?"

I was reminded of our inaugural meeting coming on the discovery of Yoli's hookup with my cousin.

"I am not dating Yoli, nor have I ever been, for your information."

"Hey, we good people, eh? I just don't want no trouble with that girl cause she acting like Wolverine on some wild shit, my nigga. So uhm, that was her, right?"

"Uh, yeah." I admitted.

"SHIT!!"

"Don't worry, she only seems to hate Rashida; she never mentioned anybody else."

"I guess that's one thing we have in common; I can't stand that bitch either. I was laughing my ass off last night when your girl was riding that big ass heifer all over the alley!! She so fake, that's why she didn't get a two piece; she got the whole fucking box of chicken!!" Shawnee seemed to be amusing herself at this point.

"I thought you guys hugged it out?"

"That was about money, nothing messes with the bag." I leaned back on the couch pondering her admission knowing Rashida felt the same way. Renee Kelly was the only person capable of making the two women get along.

"Alright you have fun today."

"You really ain't coming; Andre asked about you?"

"Andre?"

"Yeah sorry, bringing my own talent; wanted Renee to meet him, it's cool."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Alright, laters." Things felt a little off after hanging up knowing I'd been threatened by Shawnee over Andre.

My laptop sat on the table staring me in the face, but I resisted the urge to open it and check the progress on the newly launched website. I was stopped by images of Rashida crawling around the alley while Yoli pummeled her. The guilt was real making me perturbed with Shawnee for the disingenuous burial of the hatchet the prior evening.

She seemed tickled to death at having a front row seat for that beatdown, but I remembered Shawnee's own meltdown when visually confronted with a rival more than able to steal her man. Now, she'd become comfortable enough to take Andre around other people when she'd coveted him before. In that past behavior, I could definitely see parallels with Yoli. I decided it was definitely a good time to take a break from the crazy train.

In a Freudian dedication to Yoli's drama, I decided to forgo technology for a bit of the afternoon in favor of the rectangular patch of grass at the front of my cousin's home. I wanted to wash over the memory of sitting there mentally fucked after finding Yoli and Jaquan getting it on. I gathered some sodas in an ice bucket and some leftovers from the fridge after planting a lawn chair out front.

Perhaps as a sign of divine acknowledgment of my decision to eschew the computer, I found the same couple from that day walking by with their overly friendly German shepherd. The leash less pet bounded into me licking away at my hands and jumping up on my chest to do the same to my face before his owner subdued the happy dog. I hunkered down to enjoy an impromptu brunch opening a can of cola.

"Shit." Akemi was storming up the pavement obviously coming in my direction.

Of course she was dressed to sexually impress in an African print minidress and bejeweled Greek sandals. Her legs and bubble butt were accentuated to extremes, but I wasn't impressed. Remembering our last exchange I was determined to avoid another confrontation with this entitled princess. I was lying prone on the lawn chair level with her shapely legs oiled down for effect. Akemi looked ready to make the case with my absent cousin Jaquan.

"NO!! NO GO AWAY!!" She was a good five feet away looking even more determined at my outburst.

"HE'S NOT HERE, KEEP IT MOVING!!" I continued waving my hand in front of the undaunted woman as she stepped onto the lawn.

"WHERE THAT NEEGA, YOU TELL ME!!" She stopped short one hand on her hip, the other finger pointing downward indignantly.

"Uhm, nope."

"DOM FUK, YOU TELL ME WHERE THAT NEEGA JAQUAN?!! TELL ME RIGHT NOW AKATA!!" I wasn't even looking at her face instead focusing on her deep chocolate legs.

"Why do you scream everything; are you hard of hearing?" Akemi closed the distance quickly standing at my side. She bent over shoving her middle finger in my face.

"WHERE THAT NEEGAAA?!!" I'd just about had it with her at this point.

"Jaquan is with someone else right now and he's not gonna miss you; so, why don't you kick rocks Akemi."

"What-did you say, eh?"

"He's moved on Akemi, get the message. There's nothing you've got that tops the other woman; I've seen her, and you lose." My words seemed to hit her considerably hard as she stood there reflecting before breaking into a toothy incredulous smile.

"WHO DEES BEEECH, AKATA?!!"

"Is that some kind of racial slur; are you calling me uh, the n-word? I mean that shit never gets tired girlfriend; my cousin likes real women; know what I'm saying, huh? Even if you measured up, you have the worst attitude! Can't you just leave?"

"What are you-dom fuk? You a cripple in the eye NEEGA; you LIE and YOU LOOKING AT ME!!"

"Please honey, I've definitely had better." I waved her off casually reaching for a cola as she scoffed in disbelief.

"WAHALA, you-ARE A VIRGIN!! You would die to have me if I give you the chance!! Your little dick cries for a real woman like me, DOM FUK!! Not even FAT WOMAN WILL HAVE YOU BEECH ASS AKATA!!"

"No seriously, what does that shit mean?"

"NEEEGAAA!!" Akemi yelled in my face.

"Yeah, that's what I thought you were saying baby; can you like, get the fuck off my property now?" I looked away from her towards the other side of the street taking a sip from my cola.

"Who Jaquan laying up with?"

"You don't wanna find out Akemi." I took another sip of my drink leaning in the opposite direction.

"Tell me."

"Why because you have such a sterling personality?"

Akemi walked around the edge of my lawn chair wanting to get in my field of vision again. She snatched up my soda pouring a bit of it on my head before dropping the rest of the can in my ice bucket. Not done, she kicked over the plastic container holding my lunch as I jackknifed into a sitting position.

"Alright, police it is, Akemi."

I got up shaking out my t-shirt walking around the side of the house to the entrance intent on getting my phone off the charger. I knew Jaquan didn't want anything to do with her but was smart enough not to call. I really didn't want to add another car to the crazy train I'd been riding all weekend. More police intervention seemed the cure hours after the incident at Renee's building.

"GET OUTTA HERE!!" The heavy screen door slammed loudly as Akemi followed me inside. She was right on my heels shoving me aside storming into Jaquan's bedroom as I took my phone off the charger.

"Where that neega?" She returned angrily bodying up to me, pressed into my chest like we were playing a game of street ball.

"Check this out Akemi; me, calling the cops." I didn't want to call the police but figured I could scare her off.

Before I even realized it, Akemi had a handful of my crotch. Her fingers closed around my package squeezing, pinching, and kneading me to full hardness in seconds. The stark expression on her face contrasted with the increasing motion of her fingers. Akemi edged even closer reaching deeper between my legs running her middle fingers roughly between my thighs.

"STUPID, YOU WILL CALL NO ONE, BEECH NEEGA!!" Her breath was stifling hot on my face.

Akemi asserted herself further with a peck on the lips that could've been classified as a headbutt. Her hyper aggressiveness continued as she grabbed the back of my neck shoving her tongue into my mouth. Her movements were razor sharp and decisive, taking me out of the game in an instant as my butt collided with the edge of the dining room table rattling and knocking over a few odds and ends.

I didn't know what to do with this situation, my hands frozen at my sides. My belt was quickly undone revealing a painfully hard prick already peeking over the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs. Akemi went into with both hands yanking down on my pants and underwear exposing my entire pelvis and engorged cock bobbing about in front of me.

Her nails clawed into my butt digging trenches across them before Akemi went after my shirt snatching it away from my body in a blur. I was being literally manhandled in my cousin's house as she shoved both of her hands violently into my chest with enough force that I was almost sitting on the dining room table. She took a few steps backward relieving herself of the minidress revealing a tight, cut body that told me she was a beast in the gym.

Underneath that African minidress, Akemi was topless wearing only an extremely skimpy thong. It was white contrasted sharply with her deep dark chocolate complexion. Akemi was well defined almost cut from marble with legs to kill for. Jaquan lived up to his reputation of hooking up with the hottest women in town.

"Zan dauki budurcin ki in maishe ki mara da bulala!! Sannan zaka kaini wajen dan uwan ka Jaquan ni ma zan yi masa irin wannan, yar iska!!" Akemi went into her native language leaving me verbally in the dark.

She planted a knee on my favorite couch cupping one of her perfect sloping breasts before turning her well defined back in my direction. Akemi unveiled a tight, buoyant looking bubble butt perfectly accentuated by the skimpy thong on her derriere. Akemi planted her elbows on the top of the couch kneeling upright waiting as my gaze fell on the twin almost perfectly round globes of her rear end finding her gluteal cleft deeper than one would've expected.

It almost looked fake upon first glance as I lost my pants. Demonstrating an awareness of her own allure, she meticulously popped her hips for a few seconds managing a muted clap. I picked up a condom expecting her to react in some way but ripped open the packet when she didn't. Akemi slid out of her panties in response.