Mangled Some Fairies After the Club
Little T. lightly tapped me on the shoulders, trying his best to get my attention. I wasn’t trying to hear what he was talking about. My mind was preoccupied with the bitches at the moment, but I also kept an open eye for the pussies that were sideline hating. A few of their faces I remember, some I didn’t. Maybe they were victims of my beatings in the past because the scars were always physical if they weren’t emotional. So yeah, a few of the dislocated jawbones and missing teeth did jog my memory a bit. The bass reverberating off the walls of the club and the pleasant sight of all the bouncing, scattered ass from half-naked women, littering the club throughout was enough to make me ignore God himself if He came knocking. I purposely did a thousand pushups and sit-ups before I left the house, so I must say; I was looking extra ripped that night. I was starting to get bored with the same hoes begging and pleading to rub and touch my biceps. Asking me to tell them stories of the various beat downs I genuinely give cats on the regular. I don’t really indulge in the mangling that I do, but sometimes I must admit, nothing feeds my ego like reliving the moment and telling it to interested parties.
Her 4’11’ frame seemed to fade in and out of the darkness, yet glowing, when lights reflecting off the disco balls illuminated her physique for the on and off split seconds that it hit her. The bitch was fine as hell, she had everyone’s attention. I was speechless for a spell, but that doesn’t happen often. I had to make my move, she was going to be mine before the night was over. The hoe looked like a mermaid with legs and my papa always told me, a slick game will get you swift brain. I had to have her. I looked at Little T., who was drooling enough to fill a small kiddy pool, and made him hold my drink. “Step aside youngen, watch a pimp work.”
I could feel the hate watching me as my swag skated across the dance floor to catch up with the mermaid bitch. Dudes were bumping into me and falling down, fucking pathetic, kind of like pellets hitting a freight train. They would quickly get up off the beer and liquor soaked floor and mean mug me and I mean mugged back, the stern look in my eyes told them “I wish a nigga would”. They backed down like the pussies they were, faces resembling vaginas and shit.
My attention turned back to the mermaid bitch. Before I even had a chance to grab her by her hand and ask her what her name was, she spun around like she already knew I was behind her. “Why are you following me?” She mouthed, without ever verbally saying the words. I could read lips as well as I could read hips, so I mouthed back. “Your ass passed, without saying hello.”
She smiled a wide grin, her teeth sparkled liked diamonds. Even if she was feeling me a little bit, I was going to run with it. I had her by the earlobe now, and I was going to try and have her eardrum to my nutsack within the hour. “So what do you do?” I asked, trying my best to hurry up and get the small talk out of the way. “I’m a tooth fairy,” she replied, looking at me with those honey brown eyes as if they would let me know if she was lying or not.
“A tooth fairy huh? Like the ones that show up at night and take your tooth from under your pillow and leave a dollar type tooth fairy?”
“Yes!”
“Bitch get the fuck out of here. If you would have said you were a mermaid, I probably would have believed that shit! I see I’ve accidentally walked up on another crazy, fine ass, black woman, with ramen noodles for a brain.”
“Come with me,” she said as she walked toward the exit. “I got something to show you, we got time.”
So like a simp, I followed her to her car and she asked me to get in. The entire time we walked across the parking lot, all I could think about was fucking. I sent T. a text and told him to follow us, but not too closely.
“Your boy can come along too,” she said.
I’m intrigued like hell now. It’s like the bitch knew what I was doing, plus it seemed like she was down for some group shit, but I don’t do orgies unless I’m the only man involved. Little T. was just going to have to wait his turn. He’ll be lucky if I leave him some crumbs.
We arrived at an apartment complex on the north side of town minutes later. She opened the door to a unit on the bottom floor and walked in. I’m guessing she left the door unlock because I didn’t see her use a key to get in. My suspicions began to get the better of me, but I’ve seen the scenario one too many times, so it wasn’t anything that worried me too much at all. I watched her silhouette in the dark hallway, she turned and motioned me to come to her.
Little T. is trying to hold me back, whispering to me “don’t do it, it could be a set up.” He’s sweating and shit, making these high pitched grunting noises like meerkats when they are out looking for breakfast.
I flicked him off of my arm like a mosquito. “Man calm down. What the hell you scared for? You ain’t scared are you? If you scared, take your ass home.” His whimpering was beginning to annoy me. The meerkat sounds seemed to fade and gradually change into some dolphin, echo-location type shit. I didn’t know a human could make such noises.
I followed her into a room and saw her standing by a nightstand beside the bed. A small child was in the bed sleeping, probably dreaming sweet dreams without a care in the world. “Is that your child?” I just had to ask, but she shook her head no. She reached under his pillow and pulled out two small teeth and rested them in her palm. Then she closed her hand around those teeth, making a clinched fist, squeezed tightly for a few seconds then opened her hand up. To my astonishment and surprise, there were two diamonds replacing the teeth that were in her hand. She took out a small velvet bag and placed the diamonds inside it. I could tell by the sound the gems made in the bag, that there had to be at least a hundred in it. She looked at me and smiled. “Believe me now?” She whispered.
I couldn’t believe it. This bitch was a real, live, mermaid looking motherfucking tooth fairy. The gentleman in me wanted to get to know her better, but the gangster in me wanted those diamonds even more. It was time to start cracking bones and shit. I stepped toward her and gave her a seductive look. “You’ve got something I want.”
She licked her lips and pushed her chest out so that I could get a good look at her cleavage.
“I know, but not here in front of the child,” she moaned as she reached her hand out and gently stroked my chest.
Before she could blink, my hand was clutching the bag of diamonds and the other hand was cracking the side of her skull. She fell against the lamp on the nightstand, breaking it into a thousand pieces. The small boy in the bed woke up and immediately pissed himself then began screaming.
“Shut your pissy ass up before I beat the shit out of you.” I screamed. The little boy shut up immediately and went back to sleep. I know I’m known to intimidate people on sight, but to actually become sandman and force people to go to sleep on command was simply priceless.
All of the commotion alarmed Little T., who showed up at the bedroom door wearing some brass knuckles. He looked around the room and saw the damage, saw the mermaid looking tooth fairy bitch stumbling to her feet, and the pissy bed. “What the hell is going on?” I didn’t answer him. I just kicked the bitch in the solar plexus as hard as I could. I could hear and feel her ribs breaking beneath my foot. It sounded like stomping on a bag of pork skins. I didn’t give a damn. Her screams of agony meant nothing to me, the diamonds alone was worth it.
I turned to exit the room and the parents of the child came running in the room cursing. I slapped the father and he fell down like the pussy he looked like. He had the nerve to come running out of their room with a pink bathrobe on. He deserved to be slapped and stayed on the floor crying savagely like an autistic child begging for ice cream. I was almost to the front door when I noticed two guys walking in and blocking the door. “You have something that belongs to us,” one of them said. He sounded so feminine; I was trying my best not to laugh at him. As a matter of fact, he sounded just like the tooth fairy bitch that I put in a coma in the other room. I guess they must be tooth fairies too.
“You must mean this ass whooping,” I boomed back. “You fools better move! Do you know who you fucking with? You don’t see these muscles?” I put the diamonds in my pocket and punched the first man fairy in the eye. I knew he was a pussy before he dropped. He screamed like a rape victim, breath smelling like Summer’s Eve. The other man fairy had me in a choke hold, while trying to go in my pockets with his other hand. I heard him scream too, but I hadn’t even hit him yet. When he let me go, I turned around to see Little T. biting him on the back. Now normally I wouldn’t recommend such actions, but T. is a stand up little G, he probably didn’t want to swing out of fear of accidentally hitting me. I punched the second man fairy in the chest so hard, his shoulders were damn near touching. “I told you that you didn’t know who you were fucking with. It's my birthday and I'm on cloud nine. I got like twenty-five women lined up just waiting to see my abs and go Wooooooooo.” Another right cross to the side of his neck and he was done for the night.
The apartment was peaceful again, just as quiet as when we entered, except for the husband still lying on the floor in the hallway whimpering. I didn’t know I’d have to mangle some fairies on this night, but if one of my kids ever lose a tooth, I’ll be by their bedside waiting on those diamonds and ready to mangle some fairies too!
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