Kiss the Girls and Make Them Cry Page 3

  He threw on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt before running out to his car to meet the ambulance at the hospital. Then he sped through the city toward Temple University Hospital. He prayed the entire time that he would arrive without causing an accident. Additionally, he prayed that both Toni and his baby girl would be OK when he arrived.

  He made it to the hospital emergency room in record time. Running through the hall out of breath, he gave her name at the desk. They directed him to the labor and delivery unit. He was so impatient and afraid of missing the birth that he couldn’t even wait on the elevator. He literally ran up the stairs, skipping two or three steps at a time. Once on the floor, he was shown the way to the labor and delivery suite. He could hear Toni’s cries through the hall. He ran into the room to be by her side. He’d never seen her in so much pain, and he wished that there were something that he could do to help her.

  “You made it just in time. She’s just about ready to push,” the one African American nurse said.

  “Oh my God, are you serious? Toni, did you hear that? Our baby girl is almost here!”

  At that moment, his nervousness shifted to excitement. He’d waited for this day, and he couldn’t wait to hold his baby girl in his arms and look her in the eyes. The nurses and doctor were moving at a fast pace to get in position. Once everyone was in place, it was time to push.

  “OK, on the next contraction, I need you to bear down and push, OK? Hold it for ten seconds, take a breath, and do it again. Let’s get this little girl out,” the doctor said as the nurse showed Ricky how to hold her leg and assist.

  On the first push, you could already see the head. Ricky was filled with many emotions. He’d never witnessed a woman giving birth. He was afraid of all of the things that he’d seen gone wrong in the movies. He loved Toni more than he’d loved anyone, and it would kill him to lose her. The way that he’d picture his daughter coming into the world wasn’t filled with this kind of fear. There was a knot in his stomach, and at that moment, he didn’t understand why. He said a silent prayer as he got in position and held Toni’s leg for her to push. He was terrified of being a father but excited at the very same time. He wanted to be the perfect father. He didn’t want to fail as his father had with him. He just wanted to be the best that he could be.

  While he could visibly see how much pain that Toni was in, he could never imagine what it really felt like. She was stronger than he could ever be, and he would be forever grateful for having her in his life. There wasn’t anything that could ever take the love and respect that he had for her away. She was giving him the greatest blessing that anyone could ever receive.

  There were so many people in the room. So many people giving out directions that he wasn’t sure what to do. Just when he thought he was holding her leg right, someone else would tell him to do it differently. There was a moment when he became frustrated, but he knew that showing it would only make things harder for Toni, so he held it together and did what he was told. She would push for what seemed like an eternity. Over an hour would pass, and she was still pushing and becoming more exhausted by the minute. For a moment, he was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to do it.

  “Baby, I know you’re tired, but you’re the strongest woman that I know. If anyone can do it, I know that you can do it. I’m right here with you, baby,” he said. He didn’t know what else to say at that moment, but he believed that encouragement was the way to go. Surely, that would give her the push that she needed to get the baby out.

  She looked up at him with tears streaming down both sides of her face. “I can’t do this, Ricky, I can’t.”

  It almost made him cry seeing her in so much agony. He knew that he had to be strong and continue to encourage her.

  “Toni, you’re so close. She’s almost here, baby. You’ve got this,” he said.

  After a few more rounds of pushing, the baby was out and immediately placed onto Toni’s stomach. Through the oxygen mask, she smiled and cried tears of joy. Looking at their baby girl was a blessing beyond what words could measure.

  “You did it,” Ricky said looking at his daughter and Toni.

  It was one of the most beautiful things he’d experienced in his life. They took the baby over to the warmer as the doctor continued working to deliver Toni’s afterbirth. Ricky looked at Asia in awe. He was mesmerized by how beautiful she was. He snapped pictures of her while she held on to his finger with her hands.

  Suddenly, he heard a series of beeps and a lot of commotion. He looked over at Toni and realized that her body had gone limp, and her eyes were no longer open. It was almost as if he’d lost his hearing. All he could do was stand still looking at all of the people working to save her.

  Both Ricky and the baby were taken out of the room. As he stood in the hall watching the barrage of medical professionals running into the room, he couldn’t move. He hadn’t even noticed that the nurse had taken the baby to the nursery. He could hear different types of medications being requested by the doctor. He had no idea what could’ve gone wrong so quickly. Almost in the blink of an eye, a happy moment turned to pure devastation. For what seemed like hours, he stood in the same spot saying silent prayers over and over in his head.

  Finally, a nurse came out of the room and took him into the recovery waiting area. He didn’t think that the reason was to give him the news privately. He wasn’t ready, and it probably would be impossible to prepare for something like this. A minute or two later, the doctor that just delivered his baby informed him that Toni, the mother of his child, the woman that he would have a special love for the gift—was gone.

  “This has to be a joke. Are you serious? You aren’t serious? She’s going to be OK, right? Come on, Doc, tell me that this isn’t real.” Tears fell from his eyes and began landing all over his shirt.

  Despite their explanation of the cause, an amniotic fluid embolism, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that a very healthy woman had just died giving birth to his daughter. He couldn’t process it, almost as if they had been speaking in another language. The way they explained it to him was that amniotic fluid from the uterus gets into the bloodstream and moves to your lungs. This can cause a heart attack or, ultimately, death. It happens so fast, and there often isn’t enough time to save someone in this condition.

  He couldn’t even pull himself together when her parents arrived at the hospital. They expected to see their baby in their daughter’s arms, only to hear the same devastating news that had been delivered to him only a few minutes earlier. It was unfathomable. He would forever have the thought of never seeing her again burned into his memory. At least he could find some comfort in the fact that even though it was only for a moment, Toni had been able to look into the eyes of the beautiful creation they were given.

  Before she was removed from the room, Ricky made a promise to her that he would work as hard as he could to provide for their child. He refused to allow her to be without. He wanted her to have everything, as if she still had both parents, and never envy people who did. From that day forward, everything that he did was for her.

  Despite his inexperience with children, Ricky did an exceptional job taking care of his little responsibility. Prior to her birth, he’d never even changed a diaper. He was terrified of being a single father, but he wasn’t about to walk away from the greatest gift you could ever receive. Before Asia, he never truly understood the meaning of unconditional love. For him, love always came with conditions, meaning if you hurt him in any way, his love for you would disappear. There wasn’t anything that Asia could do to change his love for her, and he’d worked extremely hard to give her all of things that he didn’t have as a child. Ricky spoiled Asia with all the love he could give her. He was also very picky with the women he brought around his young daughter. So most of the time, he and Asia would be alone. Watching TV, taking trips to the zoo, shopping, and all the other things that a young father and his six-year-old daughter could enjoy.

  At the club, Ricky stood behind
the large stage curtain, listening to the sounds of boisterous young and older women laughing and talking. He looked through the small hole in the curtain and saw the large crowd of women patiently waiting. The women who weren’t sitting down at the tables were all gathered at the front edge of the stage, whistling, cheering, and clapping like adolescent young fans at a rap concert.

  Ricky looked at the crowd and noticed all the regulars in attendance. Though there were some faces that he loved to see; there were a few that he didn’t. Most of the women were perfect customers. He could shake his erect penis in their faces, take all of their money, and walk away without any additional expectations. Many of these women were there just for the thrill of watching him perform, so they weren’t looking to be treated like anything other than a customer paying to watch a show. Then there were the other regulars that felt like he was their personal property. These were the women that would be ready to fight another chick if she got more attention from Ricky that she felt that she should. These were always the women who were the most quiet before he stepped onto the stage. They came with a sense of entitlement and expected him to ignore everyone else in the room. One of these women was sitting dead center, and her name was Octavia Bronx.

  Octavia was a woman that most would love to spend time with. She was a seasoned woman unlike a lot of the women who frequented the club. You could tell that she’d been through a lot in her life by the way that she carried herself. She was always composed, but she would snap in a New York minute if someone got in her way. There was a mystery about her. She wasn’t the thirsty type ready to throw her panties on the stage. She was just thirty-eight years old, but you’d think she was much older. Not because of her looks, because she could give a twenty-year-old a run for her money any day. Instead, it was her overall demeanor. It was almost as if she’d been here a lot longer than thirty-eight years.

  Now, when speaking of her looks, she was a certified dime. She was fully equipped with all of the tools that women are willing to pay for. Hell, some of them are even willing to fly out of the country and risk their lives for a body like hers. Standing at about five foot six and weighing all of 135 pounds, she was curvy in all of the right places.

  At times, Octavia could appear snobbish. Most of the women in the club wouldn’t even sit near her. There was just an energy around her that was unexplainable. Either you wanted to know her, or you would go far in the other direction. When she walked in the club, all eyes would be on her. She walked with her head held high and wouldn’t speak to anyone but those who she came in with. She was one of those that didn’t travel in a big pack. Every week, she’d show up with the same two friends. They were always fashionably dressed. Designer gear from head to toe. Her nails were always perfectly manicured, and her hair was always laid to perfection.

  Despite the fact that most of the women scowled as she walked by, she carried a huge smile and showed off her beautiful pearly whites. Now, one thing that you couldn’t miss was the huge rock on her finger. She’d been married for over fifteen years. She would claim to the world that she was happy and that the only reason she attended the club weekly was for sheer entertainment. She was all about appearances, so she would drop dead before she would allow anyone to believe that her life was anything less than perfect. She claimed that her husband approved of her extracurricular activities, but there were always whispers. The whispers were that he’d had plenty of his own affairs. What you saw on the outside, though, was more of a facade than it was reality.

  Ricky had always had those special customers that he dealt with a bit differently. Not necessarily because of the job or the amount of money that they were paying him to do it, but because he actually enjoyed it. For him, it was almost like an escape from the real world. For a brief time, he could be someone other than who he really was. “Mr. Orgasm” was more than a stage name; it was a persona. When he was “Mr. Orgasm,” he could do things that he wouldn’t normally do for fear that it would ultimately affect his daughter. The majority of the time, he was able to control this environment. With most of the women in the club, he would be able to keep them at bay and make them understand that it didn’t matter what they did when they were inside the club. At the end of the day, what happened in the club stayed in the club. With Octavia, he learned how difficult this could be with some women. It was truly a test because he wanted to control things at all times.

  On one particular night when they had their alone time, as usual, he performed for her. However, this alone time wasn’t inside the club. He’d been meeting with her outside of the club on his alone time. While she sat on the tufted red seat watching him intently, he danced around her while keeping his eyes on her. She was turned on watching his abs and his rock-hard dick moving along to the music. He was completely naked, not wearing any costume as he did when he performed on the main stage. She couldn’t wait to feel him, but she loved watching him just as much as she did fucking him. Feeling him was just the icing on the cake.

  “Damn, you’re so sexy, baby,” he said as he stood in front of her massaging his dick.

  She smiled and licked her lips. She wanted to taste him. Inside the club, there were some limitations—but outside of the club, she could have him in any way that she wanted. There was no time limit, and he would do everything slow. Nothing about this time was rushed, and not only did Octavia enjoy this time, Ricky did as well.

  The two stared at each other for a few silent seconds before he grabbed the back of her head and guided her lips to his dick. Without any hesitation, she wrapped her thick lips around it while using her tongue to massage the shaft at the same time. She moaned as she enjoyed the taste of his precome trickling down her throat.

  “Ahhh, shit,” he said aloud, and he thrust himself farther down her throat.

  Her lips were so soft and wet that she almost sent him into an early eruption. He pulled back for a second to release himself from her grip.

  “Damn, girl, what the hell are you trying to do to me?”

  She laughed, knowing that she was a professional at her job. She was willing to do whatever it took to satisfy him because she wanted him all to herself. She didn’t care about his job or the women that he needed to please to make a dollar. All she cared about was being the one on his arm in public. She was willing to leave her husband to make that happen.

  “I’m just trying to make you feel good,” she said in a sexy tone as she got up from chair and stood in front of him.

  Their eyes met before she moved in closer and began to passionately kiss him. She was so turned on that she could feel her panties being soaked with warm juices. The two of them moaned while they kissed, both of them enjoying the taste. She could feel his dick poking her down below. She wanted to kiss it one more time before they were through. She backed away and stopped kissing him before getting down in the squatting position and grabbing ahold of his dick with her right hand. With her left hand, she reached down into her panties and massaged her throbbing clit. The sounds of them moaning together was enough to make anyone listening horny. She was able to deep throat every inch of him without even the slightest bit of gagging.

  He’d been given head on many occasions, but there was just something about the way that she handled his dick that made it hard to contain himself. Maybe it was her many years of experience, or maybe she just was a stone-cold freak. Either way, she gave the best head he’d ever had.

  After a few more minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel her warm walls wrapped around his dick. He backed away from her and grabbed her arm to pull her up to a standing position. He forcefully kissed her before turning her around and bending her over the chair. He grabbed ahold of her black thong underwear and ripped it from her waist. He was breathing heavily as he grabbed her right thigh from behind to rest her foot on the chair. Pushing her back to make a deeper arch, he rubbed the head of his dick along her wet pussy lips from behind. He could feel the warmth without even entering her yet. He rubbed it all up and down her c
lit before shoving it inside. She inhaled deeply as he pushed every inch inside. You could hear how wet she was by the sound that was made each time he moved in and out. His balls slapped against the back of her left thigh as picked up the pace. They were both out of breath, but both wanting to go as long as they could to make it worthwhile.

  He backed away from her to hold in his nearing explosion once more.

  “Don’t stop,” she said as he was fully removed from her snug walls.

  “I ain’t stopping; come here,” he said.

  She walked over to him with a huge smile anticipating what was next. There was always something different. Each time they met and had sex was never the same. No boring missionary sex would do; Ricky was more of an exhibitionist.

  “Take off that dress,” he said while licking his lips.

  As she began to remove her dress, Ricky quickly got on his knees and began eating her pussy before she could even get the dress over her head. Her knees almost buckled from the sensation of his tongue up against her clit.

  “Oh my God,” she said aloud. She threw her dress to the ground and grabbed the back of his head. “I love the way you eat this pussy,” she said.

  He continued making circles while she screamed for joy. He was taking her body to all of the places that she needed to go. Being with him was truly a stress reliever. She could get away from all of the craziness in her world when she was wrapped up with him.

  “Oh shit, I’m about to come,” she screamed.

  Her body began to shake as she creamed all over his face and beard. He sucked ever harder, causing her to go into two more consecutive orgasms. He’d earned his stage name 100 times over in her book. Then he lay down on the floor and pulled her down into a squatting position. She slid down on his dick with ease. From all of her gym physical training, she was fit. So she could bounce on his dick like there was no tomorrow with getting tired. He loved that about her. No matter how many positions he put her in, she was always ready and never cried that she was tired. Most of the women that he encountered would come quick and be exhausted, so Octavia gave him a run for his money.