Page 8 of Virgo Type Sh*t
That caught me off guard. Not to say that a woman couldn’t be an electrician, but you rarely saw it. “Oh, that’s what’s up. You don’t see too many females in that field.”
“You talkin’ about Mekole?” War asked. After Croy confirmed, he nodded. “Yeah, she a cool chick. She’s staying in one of the apartments in one of our buildings downtown.”
War and his brother owned three lifestyle-apartment complexes. They had one downtown, North Charleston, and in Summerville. I lived in their North Charleston community before I purchased my home a few years ago. The rent in their communities were on the upper end of the pricing spectrum, but it was worth it.
“Yeah, she told Fiona she loves it there. Shit . . .” He glanced down at his watch. “Her ass should be here in a few minutes. You know when we have our kickbacks, the girls do their shit too.”
Mega rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’on like the shit either.” He pointed at all the men. “Tell y’all heathenish wives that they have one more time to give my woman of God an edible, and I’m coming through like the devil on their asses.”
His brows kissed between his eyes. There was a dead silence before everyone erupted in laughter. “Man, stop acting like you didn’t reap the benefits of her little high ass,” Ned said through his laughter.
Mega threw his hands in the air. “Man, yeah. I think it’s a benefit until after the fact.” He scootched up in his seat. “What I’m about to tell y’all better never leave this fucking deck.”
I knew whatever he was about to say would be good because his ass barely cursed anymore. This nigga was the most ignorant nigga that I’d ever met, but he was a real one. If he was on your side, then you could never lose. We all agreed.
He huffed, lowered his head, then lifted it up with tight eyes. “At the last kickback, one of y’all wives gave her ass a whole edible, and they let Tana make the damn drinks. When her ass came home, she was on ya boy! My mama had our bad ass kids, so I was ready to ping pong that holy pussy around the room. From the windows to the ceiling, then to the walls. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. The window, ceiling, and walls of our living room were about to get the business.”
He clapped his hands. “I did just that too. So boom, we fell asleep in the living room on the couch. I’on even know how long we were asleep when I woke up. Ruth’s ass ain’t on the couch with me. I look up, her ass is looking up the chimney. I watched her for a second because what the hell.
“Next, her ass started looking under the couch, so I’m like, baby, what you looking for?” He sat back, crossed his arms over himself with a frown displayed boldly. “Y’all know what this damn girl said to me!” Suspense had us all stuck. “Her ass said she was looking for her pussy because I knocked it out her body.At first, I thought it was like a job well done husband joke. No. Her ass was legitimately looking for her pussy!”
I was the first to laugh because what the hell they had going on. “How you know she wasn’t jokin’ though? She could have been givin’ you props.”
“I knew her ass wasn’t jokin’ when she cuffed that holy vagina and started crying. Talking about I’m going to leave her because her pussy ran away.” His face held so much distress. “When her ass went to the bathroom and came back out with gauze for me to wrap her middle up so nothing else fell out, I was over the shit. After I wrapped up her pussy and we prayed for its return, I had to give her ass Benadryl mixed with damn melatonin to get her ass to sleep.”
There was no way that we couldn’t laugh at this point. I’d met Ruth a number of times, and I couldn’t imagine her like that. I heard that she could be with the shits, but I’d never had the privilege to witness it. All of our laughter was hard. Mega didn’t want to laugh, but he eventually joined in.
“So, you really wrapped dat girl stuff up?” I asked. “Man, you wild for dat shit. I’on know if I coulda done that.”
Mega glared at me like I was crazy. “You damn right I wrapped that holy vagina up. When she woke up, our prayers were answered. That holy vagina was back.”
“What y’all out here laughing at?” A female voice came from the sliding door. “I want to laugh.”
Fiona walked out onto the deck. What caught my eye was the female that walked out behind her.Who the fuck is that?
“We not laughing about anything you need to be concerned about,” Mega blurted. He glared at us like he was our daddy and was telling us to shut up without words. “What’s up, Mekole?”
That’s Mekole!This woman was thick as fuck and gorgeous.Damn. She didn’t look at all like a woman who would be an electrician.
“Hey, Mega.” Her smile was infectious. “What’s up, y’all?”
Fiona smiled. “Oh, T.J., Casey! I’m so happy y’all are here.” She turned to Mekole. “Mekole, these are the guys I told you about. T.J. owns Burke Manufacture Homes, and Casey is the manager of their production plant.” She pointed each of us out.
“Oh, okay.” She stepped toward us, then extended her hand to me. “It’s nice to meet you, T.J.”
I froze for a quick second but caught myself. I stood before I took her hand into mine.Yep, she is just the right height.I towered over her ass. She couldn’t have been any taller than five feet six, if that. “It’s nice to meet you as well. I took a look at your résumé a little earlier.”
Her blushed cheeks rose. “That’s great! I really hope your company is in the market for a new electrician. Not sure if they told you, but I recently got here, and I think I want to make the move permanent.” She giggled. “You can’t really do that without a job.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I get that. Well, how about you go have fun, and I’ll reach out to you to set up an interview for this coming week.”
“I can definitely do that. Thank you so much,” she said. Her voice was pretty.Can a voice be pretty?Shit, that bitch was pretty.
“Alright, we’re gone,” Fiona said. She walked over to Croy to give him a kiss. Seconds later, they were closing the sliding back door to leave.
Casey cupped his hands around his mouth. “I’m Casey, the hiring manager. It’s nice to meet you too!”
I showed Casey my favorite middle finger before I sat back down. “Shut da hell up. I was bein’ courteous.”
