Okay, things didn’t go like I planned with Avonte’s husband. I swear ’fore God that I didn’t plan on killing him. The only thing I wanted to do was make shit even. It wasn’t right for him to be fuckin’ around on Avonte, but when she does the same shit, he cuts her off from the money. That shit ain’t right.
So, my plan was simple. After Avonte told me where he wanted her to meet him, I went out there. Avonte had shown me a picture of him, so I knew him as soon as I saw him. When I got there, he was standing at the bar, talking with some little blonde cutie. I watched them for a while, thinking about how I was gonna get to him, when she pulled out a cigarette. I got up from my spot and followed her outside.
"Can I get a light from you?" I asked.
"No problem. We smokers have got to stick together, you know," she said, and handed me her lighter. "Pretty soon they’ll be telling us that we can’t even smoke in our own houses."
"I know that’s right." I took a drag off my cigarette, and gave her back her lighter. "That’s how the system works, honey. Government got to be in control of every part of your life."
We talked while we smoked our cigarettes. Funny how smokers can always find something to talk about. "I’m Iris," I lied and smiled.
"Laurie. Nice to meet you, Iris."
"That’s a very nice outline you have on," I said, even though it wasn’t. The shit looked like she bought it at Kmart.
"Thank you," Laurie said, and smiled.
"It suits you. You’re very pretty too," I said, and Laurie blushed. By the time we finished our cigarettes a
nd went back inside, Laurie and me were like the best of friends. It always has cracked me up how some bitches will tell a complete stranger all their business over a cigarette. Laurie was one of them bitches.
Laurie told me she was from Kansas. "I had to get away from Jeff; that was my boyfriend. He was one crazy mother fucker." She told me how her boyfriend used to beat her, and about her drug and alcohol issues. "I got it under control now. But for a while there, I thought I was gonna die." And then she told me that her tits were fake. She even let me feel them. "Go ahead, I don’t mind." Them shits was hard as rocks.
"Go ahead, feel mine. I don’t mind," I said. Laurie giggled, but it didn’t take long before she was smiling and squeezing.
When we got back inside, we went to the bar to join Tyrone at the bar. Laurie introduced us. "Tyrone, this is my friend Iris."
Judging by the way that his eyes bulged out of his head when he turned and looked at me, I knew I could get him to go with me.
The only question now was whether I was going to bring Laurie along for the fun.
Tyrone ordered a round of drinks, and the three of us talked. I told them that I was there to meet somebody, but they hadn’t gotten there yet. But I made it obvious that I was down for whatever.
After a lot of me flirting with the two of them, plenty of sexual innuendo and three more drinks, Tyrone and Laurie were ready to go and take their thing to the next level. "We’re gonna head to my place, keep this party going. Why don’t you come with us?"
"What’s happenin’ at your place?" I asked innocently.
Tyrone leaned closer. "Have some drinks, do a few lines," he said in my ear. "Then, you know, whatever."
I looked at Laurie and then back to Tyrone. "Yeah, whatever sounds good," I told them, and we left the bar.
It didn’t take long to get to the house. When we pulled up in front of the house, I was shocked by how fuckin’ big the place was. Tyrone was ballin’ for real. I see why Avonte was trippin’ about losin’ this money.
Shit, I see why I was trippin’.
All it took was a glass of wine and a few of lines of coke, before Laurie came outta her Kmart dress and was paradin’ around in her pumps and panties.
When Tyrone took off his clothes, and they both started encouraging me to get comfortable, I knew it was time for the next part of my plan. I was gonna get this whole set on camera.
Me and Avonte were out shoppin’ one day, Avonte loves to shop, but that day I told her that I wanted to get a digital camera so I could take pictures of her. Maybe even make a movie of us fuckin’. So Avonte bought me a Sony Cybershot 10 megapixel digital camera.
I got up and looked around the room for a good spot to setup the camera. There was a credenza over by the staircase that was the perfect height, and wasn’t too far away. While I got naked I set the camera on the table, and put my clothes around it for cover.
"What are you doing over there?" Tyrone asked and started coming toward me.
"Nothin’. Just gettin’ comfortable."
"What’s that you got there?" He pushed me out of the way and knocked the clothes off the camera. It didn’t take him long to figure out what the camera was for.