Lookin' For Luv by Carl Weber

candied yams and greens?” His stomach began to growl.
    “Sure, baby, I’ll make you some greens and yams.” She paused, and her voice became low and sultry. “What about me, don’t you want to eat me for dessert? A little whipped cream and a cherry, and I make a hell of a sundae.”
    “You damn skippy, I want you for dessert. What would a good meal be without dessert?” The image of Shelly covered in whipped cream awakened his manhood.
    “Mmm, I can’t wait,” she purred. Then her voice was all business again. “Oh, damn, Tyrone, can you pick something up for me on the way over?”
    “Sure, baby, what do you need?” he asked eagerly as he stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair.
    “What I need is the goddamn two hundred dollars you owe me!! Gimme my money, motherfucka!!” She screamed into the phone. “Did you actually think that you’re so good in bed that I wouldn’t want my money? You must be crazy, nigga! I want my goddamn money! Where the hell is my money?”
    By then Tyrone had slumped down on the bed, any sign of arousal long gone. “Calm down for a minute, Shelly.”
    “Calm down? I ain’t gonna calm down! You asked me to loan you two hundred dollars till payday! Well, dammit, payday was four months ago. Where the hell is my money?”
    “Damn, baby, I thought you knew. Both my mother and father died in a car accident the day before payday. I’m still struggling to pay off their funerals.”
    “Do I look like I just fell off the stupid bus? Your daddy died in Korea and your mama lives in my buildin’, asshole! Now, when am I gonna get my money?” She heard nothing but silence on the other end, so she shouted “It fucking figures!” before hanging up.
    Tyrone stared at the phone in his hand and shook his head.
    She didn’t act that way when I had her ass climbing the walls a few. months back. Well, there’s always old faithful Jeannette. She wasn’t much to look at, but the sex was always great and she was always available. Smiling, he dialed the number.
    “Hello?” a soft voice answered.
    “Hey, baby, how would you like for me to pour chocolate all over your body and lick it off until the sun comes up?”
    “Mmm, that sounds good,” the sexy voice answered, “as long as I can do the same to you.”
    Tyrone was happy. Jeannette, a short twenty-two-year-old, had always been horny. He figured it must have something to do with the acne all over her face, because in his experience, less attractive women always seemed more eager to please. When they were together, he was always careful to turn out the lights so the sight of her face wouldn’t interfere with his arousal. In the dark, with her lips working their magic, she was the most beautiful woman on earth as far as he was concerned.
    “Damn, baby, what you waitin’ for? Why don’t you catch a cab on over here?” he asked.
    “I’d love to Tyrone, but ...”
    “But what? I plan on making you come ten times before I even take my clothes off.”
    Tyrone’s confidence in his ability showed in his voice, and he could hear Jeannette begin to breathe heavily. But before he could continue to seduce her over the phone, he heard a loud smack.
    “Who the fuck is this? If I catch you fuckin’ with my girl, nigga, I’m ’onna kill your black ass!”
    Tyrone wasted no time hanging up the phone.
    He sighed deeply. Shit!! I hope that girl ain’t got caller ID. When the hell did she get a man anyway?
    Desperate now, Tyrone flipped through his phone book and decided to dial one more number. Stacey Preston, the neighborhood slut, was blessed with incredible curves and the sexual instincts of a prostitute. Known for giving the men she liked blowjobs for a can of beer, Stacey had always been Tyrone’s safety valve when he’d needed quick, discreet sex. He dialed her number, figuring it was a sure thing.
    “Hello,” Stacey answered sweetly.
    “Stacey, what’s up, baby? This is Tyrone.”
    “Tyrone? Oh, what’s up,