Free Agent by Lolah Lace

that DeNiro. Uncle looked across the table at me and I thought he was going to knock my teeth in.
    “Let’s get the check and get out of here.”
    “You paying?”
    “When have you ever paid for anything? I got it.” Uncle pulled his credit card out his wallet and started tapping it on the table. I could sense he wanted to blow this joint. His eyes were looking around for the waitress. He wanted to leave pronto. I guess he didn’t want to see Kari out on a date with her boyfriend. He was being weird. I don’t know why, he had just banged her a few hours ago. Whatever he feels for Kari, she must feel the same way about him.
    Before Tess’ surprise visit, Kari came to the office so often that she was like family.
    The black guys that worked for Uncle started calling him DeNiro. Everybody at the job knew Uncle was fucking her.
    There was an unspoken hands-off policy that all the employees were privy too. Uncle was clueless, but his little chick on the side made the other workers like and respect him more. He was such a perfectionist. He was this hard ass boss that was constantly barking orders. When they saw him fucking up or having an affair, it made them see him as a human instead of this uptight robo-boss.
    I talked to Uncle’s head guy Marcus about Mason and Kari once. Marcus told me black pussy was like weed. He said weed could make the biggest asshole turn into a cool mofo and black pussy had the same effect. I wanted to tell Marcus he was right and I had my fair share but I had fucked his daughter before she want away to Howard University and it was a secret. Marcus would fuck me up if he knew I fucked his daughter and pounded that virginity right out of her dark chocolate ass. It took me two months to convince her to not go away to college a virgin.
    Uncle waved our busty waitress over. “Check please. He wants to wrap this up.” Uncle Mason pointed to what was left of my calamari and fries.
    “Okay, I’ll be right back.” The waitress smiled. I think she was checking my uncle’s arms out. His arms were huge. I was built pretty good but I was a little scrawny pup compared to him. Uncle was a buff ass Italian with blue eyes and dark blonde hair. He never noticed any of the ladies checking him out or maybe he didn’t care. After all he is pussy whipped.
    I was too lazy for weight training. I did it a little here and there. I hoped I could look as good as him when I’m thirty-nine.
    The waitress was back soon with the check and with my stofoam container. It didn’t take long to pay and head out. We were going to have to walk pass Kari to exit the building. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go down.
    What I did know was that Uncle was feeling Kari on some of that grown up love shit. I also knew he had an actual fight with her old man. So maybe it was about to go down. Maybe it wasn’t. Uncle stood up first. I was going to follow, watch his back. We made our way toward them and Uncle was looking straight ahead. I see how he’s going to play it. I could see the guy Kari was with better now that we were closer. He was a blonde guy with a spruce beard. He looked like an old California surf dude. He didn’t look anything like Uncle Mason. The only thing they had in common was they were both Caucasian. She likes white cock, surprise surprise.
    “Mason!” The blonde dude called out to Uncle.
    Uncle Mason stopped walking and I almost bumped into him. The sound of the guy’s voice over the music brought me to a halt at the same time as Uncle. What the fuck did he want? From Uncle Mason’s side of the story they weren’t even Facebook friends. I’m sure they weren’t following each other on Twitter. Do old people even know what Twitter is?
    “Jack.” Uncle Mason said in an even tone. “How you been?” He asked the guy called Jack.
    The guy was caught off guard by my uncle’s demeanor. Uncle had taken a polite pill, a chill pill and slipped on a latex calm-dom.
    “I’ve been great. How’s Tess?”