This one is for because she been saying Zim needs some act right.

I sat at Richard's self serve bar sipping on Johnny Walker. I was stressed the fuck out, I had a blunt cigar in my other hand that was letting off curls of smoke. Kwashie left this morning and said that she'd be back later on, I had nothing to do and when I was by myself all my thoughts came rushing down on me. I hardly ate anything at dinner last night and I rejected my breakfast this morning.

"Zim? How many glasses have you had?" Sharon asked me.

"Aye Shar, mi.. mind ya busi.. ness." I stuttered out.

She hissed her teeth and moved the bottle from in front of me. I watched her placed it back on the shelf and took out two Coronas from the mini fridge. She pulled them and dropped lime squares in each before passing one over to me.

"What's on your mind?" She asked me.

"I wanna die," I said.

"Oh? So why don't you die?" She asked.

"What kind of question is that Shar? I don't wanna die." I turned the bottle to my head.

"So why'd you say it?" She took a sip of her own beer.

"I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Don't say things you don't mean," she shook her head at me.

"This is weak, can I please have back my Walker. Johnny the only real nigga out in these streets."

"I thought you stopped using the n word," Sharon raised her eyebrow.

"Dammit, I slipped up didn't I?" I dropped my head on the bar top causing the spoons to jerk from below.

"You have to start doing better," her tone was soft.

I didn't answer I just drank my beer and stared into the back glass of Richard's bar. He entertained guests here on a regular and I was one of his regulars to say the least. My phone started ringing and I answered it.

"McGlashan speaking."

"I'm pressing charges," I heard CJ say through the phone.

"Homes, press an ice pack against ya head it's probably the concussion talking." My speech was slurred.

"Little Zidania always talking like she's bad, huh?" She laughed.

"Well little Zidania whooped yo ass last night and I gave yo bitch some act right, you need a leash for these hoes or something man? They untrained as fuck.." I laughed hysterically.

"That wasn't funny," she hissed.

"That wasn't funny," I mocked her.

"Just know that I'm pressing charges," she said.

"Just know if you talk shit about my man I'm pressing my foot on yo throat," I held the phone to my face talking to the screen.

"That's your nigga now huh?"

"Wanna be Young M.A looking baby dyke, I told ya short ass to stop using that word. I will come and rearrange that pretty face of yours AND I never said I wasn't with him AND things will forever be different because you was never hitting it anyways my guy," I shouted at the phone.

"Put the phone on speaker," Sharon whispered.

"So you think I'm pretty," I clicked the button and her voice rang through the speakers.

"You probably not no more since I whooped that ass good yesterday, silly rabbit." I laughed.

"Whatever, it's not gonna happen like that next time." She said through gritted teeth.

"RUN UP SIS!!!" I shouted dropping the phone on the bar top and clapping my hands in between each word.

"RUN UP SO I CAN PUSH MY SIZE SIX TOM FORDS UP THAT TIGHT ASS BOY," My speech was still slurred and I knew I was loud.

"Remember you were nothing," she hissed.

"And remember that you ain't shit," I said right before Sharon pressed the end button.

"Shar, I was in my zone. Why'd you do that?" I faked my hurt.

"Shut up and sit down," I slumped back onto the bar stool.

"You need to act better, you can't let her draw you out like that. You're not shoes lace."

"You always have some weird ass comparisons," I laughed.

"Can I have a Johnny Walker on the rocks please?" I asked her with my puppy dog eyes.

"No, you've had enough for today." She patted my hand and walked away.

Once she was out of reach I took up my phone and dialed up CJ's number once more. As soon as she answered I attacked her.

"Talking bout it ain't gonna happen again.. Run up when I'm with my man and see if we don't both Rocky yo shit ON GOD, NO CHURCH" I shouted.

"Bet." She said.

"Bet on this good dick." My phone was dragged from my hands and I looked across to see Kwashie standing with a brown paper bag in her hands.

"Listen, if you ever call back this phone I will personally find you and you will not like what I have planned for you." She said in a deep commanding voice before hanging up the phone.

"And if I ever catch you talking to her again, I will punish you." She said.

"Talking like my dad or whatnot," I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest.

I jumped of the stool and made me way around the bar to get the Johnny Walker.

"You want some?" I asked and she shook her head.

"More for me," I turned the bottle to my head. Kwashie grabbed the bottle and the liquid spilled going into my nose.

"Bro, what the fuck!!?" I shouted out grabbing my nose.

"I think you've had enough."

"I think you've had enough," I mocked her while rolling my eyes.

"That was my first drink," I lied.

"So you are drunk off air, ah?" She slammed the bottle down onto the bar top and took the cork from where I rested it to screw it back in place.

"You need to stop drinking so much," she sighed.

"You need to stop telling me what the fuck to do," I rolled my eyes.

"Talking bout punishments, I'm GROWN!" I hit my chest. She cussed in her native tongue and I watched her anger seep through her pores.

"Wetin dey happen? Why you dey give me wahala?" Whenever she was angry her words were mixed. It reminded me of Spanish people.

"CJ said she's going to press charges."

"Okay? Your agya said he would take care of it o so why you dey give wahala? When did she say this to you?"

"Maybe 10 minutes ago when she called."

"I don't believe you got this drunk in edu minutes." Her voice was stern.

"Mind ya business," I lifted my hand in front of me.

"YOU are my business," she shouted. "Every time Carter calls you get upset and throw fits, you can't allow her to have such a power over you. I'm not allowing you to drink anymore, you are on the verge of becoming an alcoholic and it is not good for your health." She said.

I didn't answer.

"Wate anaa?" she snapped her fingers at me.

"I did. I'm just stuck on the part where you said you weren't going to ALLOW me to drink anymore," I raised my eyebrow at her.

"As I said, I'm grown." I moved to push pass her but she didn't budge.

"Bruh, move before I knock you out." I threatened.

"You won't do shit." Hell naw, everybody just sounding like me now. It didn't even sound original with her accent.

"The last person who thought that is now threatening to press charges," I folded my arms across my chest.

"The last person who thought that wasn't me."

You right because I wouldn't be turned on this much right now.

"Look, just move out my way." I dropped my hands to my sides.

"I'm not moving," she said sternly.

I folded my arms across my chest and huffed. Why did Richard build this stupid bar in the corner with only one walkway. I'll jump this bitch, on god. I made my way to climb over the bar top, knocking off utensils and trays in the process but Kwashie was on me in the next second. She grabbed my hand and spun me around so that my back was pressed up against the edge of the bar top. I hissed from the impact but she didn't let up.

"Dem send you?" She asked me. "I convinced dem send you for me o."

"Get off of me," I pushed her.

"Not until you calm down," her voice was calm now.

"Bruh, get the fuck up off me." I started flinging my hands and attempted to push her.

She towered over me and I hated my lack of height in this moment. I ducked to get under her arm but she held onto me firmly so I continued to thrash against her. She hissed her teeth and bent to grab my legs. One moment I was on my feet fighting against her hold and the next I was thrown over her shoulder looking at her back.

"KWASHIE EKUBAN! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT," I shouted.

"SHAAROOOON!! HELLPPPPP!!" I shouted out.

Kwashie started walking and I felt every step she took. I continued calling for Sharon until I saw her running around the corner with a baseball bat. She was alert as she looked around the room for danger but when she saw the scene in front of her she softened and lowered the bat. She nodded at Kwashie and turned to walk away.

"YOU TRAITOR! I WILL NEVER FORGET!" I shouted down the hallway.

She went straight while Kwashie took the left to go back to the foyer to go up the stairs to where my room was located. I hadn't stopped talking, I was cursing and threatening to beat her as soon as she put me down.

"I got one a them kamehameha punches for yo harambe looking ass." I shouted slapping her butt.

I heard my door open and three more steps after that I was thrown onto my bed. I got up to continue cussing but I heard the door slam and Kwashie was in front of me in a second.

"Shut up!" I was quiet in an instant.

She drew her shirt off and then slid out of her pants. I watched her glorious well toned body flex every time she moved, she drew her boxers down and it was a different strap, a bigger one staring back at me. She wasn't serious right now.

"Maybe you're the one who needs some ACT RIGHT," she exaggerated her last words and I swallowed loudly.

"Strip."

"Nah," I crossed my hands over my chest and mean mugged her.

She sighed and pulled my hands away tugging the hem of my shirt to bring it over my head. I held onto it firmly with my fists and then I heard the fabric ripping and I let out a loud gasp.

"You're crazy!!!" I shouted."

"I'm about to act delirious," her face was still in a serious expression as she pushed my back onto the bed and dragged off my shorts and boxers in one swift motion.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you some act right, since you're begging for it."

"I.."

"Shut up!" She cut me off.

My mouth was sealed as I laid naked on the bed. She grabbed my hand and lifted me from my position so that I could stand in front of her. She put her hand between my legs and felt that I was already dripping wet for her.

"You like when I rough you up..." it wasn't a question.

"Nah.."

"I didn't say you could talk." She grabbed my jaws and brought her lips to mine.

The kiss was dominant and it made my knees buckle. Kwashie placed her hands under my ass and lifted me up, I wrapped my arms around her neck and realized what she planned on doing.

"I can't take that, it's too big." I was scared and she knew it, the devilish smirk on her face said it all.

She didn't say anything, she just connected our lips once more and brought me down onto the strap. I bite her lip when I felt it literally tearing me apart. I screamed out and I knew tears were coming from my eyes. Kwashie kissed my cheeks where the tears had fallen and started slowly thrusting in and out of me so that I could get used to the bigger size. I had my legs wrapped tightly around her waist and her hands were around mine. It started to feel good and my moans spilled from my lips filling the space around us.

Kwashie was moving now, we ended up by the wall where my clock was with my back firmly pressed against it. She was going faster and harder now and all I could see were my breasts shaking up and down with every thrust. I threw my hand back at the wall and it hit my clock, it fell and shattered on the floor.

"Shit.." I moaned out but the pleasure I was feeling was greater than the loss I felt for my favorite clock.

"Will you start behaving yourself," Kwashie asked me.

I didn't answer I just bit my lip and arched my back up from the wall. I felt her pull out of me and moved my legs from her waist, she was still holding me up but she pulled my legs in front of me and her arms were now under my legs with her hands holding onto my ass. I held onto her neck as she rammed into me and I screamed out from the sudden intrusion. This position was reaching for my upper abdomen, I felt filled to the brimmed with every stroke. Kwashie was going hard and there was no mercy on me.

"Are you going to start behaving yourself?" She asked again.

When I didn't answer she pulled all the way out and rammed into me again making me scream out and tighten my hold around her neck, she was fucking me with long hard strokes and I promised myself that I'd answer the third time.

"I'm asking one last time, are.." she didn't get to finish because I cut her off before the full question could be asked.

"Yes," I moaned out.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Kwashie," she picked up the pace and tightened her grip around my ass.

"That's not what I want to hear," she breathed out.

"Shit..." I cursed. I've never called another stud daddy before. I was always the daddy.

"Yes... yes daddy," I finally moaned out and I just knew there was a satisfied smirk on her face.

She walked us back to the bed right before I could make my release dropping me and coming on top of me. She moved my legs over her shoulders so that I was wide open for her and slowly entered me. She was going slow and deep but I wanted the same rough passion from before.

"Fuck. Grab my throat and fuck me.." I groaned out.

"What did you say?"

"Biko, abeg." I used her native language and felt her strong hand wrap around my throat slightly squeezing.

She started fucking me hard and all I could do was moan and try not to run from it because it was what I wanted. My back arched off the bed and my hips rocked back and forth meeting her fast strokes. It wasn't long until I felt that tight feeling in my stomach and I bit down into her shoulder hearing her own moan above me which sent me into overdrive as my toes curled and I screamed out while my orgasm shook my body.

We stayed in the same position catching our breaths before Kwashie moved off of me and my sore legs were able to stretch out. I groaned from the pain coming from my thighs and in between my legs.

"You need to stop drinking so much, please.." she said.

Was I really going to cut down on one of my favorite pass time because Kwashie said so after giving me good dick? Yes.. yes I was.

"I'll try," I turned over and cuddled into her side. My whole body was in pain but I still felt good.

I'm strap whipped as fuck...

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Wetin dey happen? - What happened?

Why you dey give me wahala- Why are you giving me problems/trouble?

Agya- father

Edu- ten

Wate anaa?- Did you hear me?

Biko- please

Abeg- please

Dem send you- is like who sent you but more like who sent you to perplex me (Caribbean term as well)