Naughty No More by Brenda Hampton Page A

want to die,” she said. “And, I don’t want you to either.”
    The officer interrupted us. “For the record, I don’t screw colored women. And as luscious as her boobs and buttocks might look, I’ll leave that up to you.”
    Once I sat in the chair, he turned the gun to Nokea. “Drop’em,” he said, referring to her jeans.
    Nokea cooperated and stepped out of her jeans and panties. For a moment, she stood naked and when he gestured for her to back up on the bed, she fearfully looked at me. She followed the officer’s order and scooted back on the bed. Hurt was all inside of me and I held my face in my hands.
    â€œPlease don’t hurt her,” I pleaded. “You can do anything to me, but please don’t put your hands on her. I can give you plenty more money and . . .”
    â€œShut the fuck up,” he ordered and spat the tobacco from his mouth.
    Nokea moved her head from side to side, implying that I be quiet. She could tell that my tone was irritating to the officer, but what else was I to do? Just then, her phone rang. When she looked at her purse, the officer told her to throw it to him. She did and he pulled her phone out of her purse.
    â€œWould you like for me to answer and tell Jaw-lynn that you’re tied up right now?”
    Nokea didn’t say a word. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was. Now, I bet she wished like hell she could answer her phone.
    The officer dropped her phone and purse on the floor. He pulled some more tobacco from his pocket and put a fresh batch into his mouth. He chewed while studying Nokea’s naked body.
    â€œYou are one pretty-ass Black woman. Hell,” he said, looking over at me. “You got yourself a nice piece of ass over there.” He rubbed himself down below. “I’m not gon’ hurt her, though, I’m just gon’ watch her.”
    Nokea surprised me by how strong she appeared to be. I was the one straight up losing it. I continued to think about the appropriate time to rush the officer, without me or Nokea getting hurt.
    â€œThe Rock,” he said, turning to me. “Why don’t you get up and get over there in bed with your wife. Remove the towel from your waist and show the woman a little appreciation for being so cooperative.”
    â€œWha . . .what the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled.
    â€œYou are a feisty nigger, aren’t you? You’d better do like I tell you. I will have no problem blowing your fucking brains out if you don’t listen to me.”
    â€œShane,” Nokea calmly said. “Just do what he says. Please. Come over here and sit on the bed with me.”
    I kept my eyes on the officer and walked over to the bed. The towel remained around my waist and I sat next to Nokea.
    â€œYou’re a smart-ass,” he said. “Missy, remove the towel from your husband’s waist.”
    Nokea pulled on the towel, but I held it. “Why are you listening to him?”
    She gave me a stern look. “Because I have too much to live for Shane. We’ll be okay, trust me.”
    Nokea removed the towel and dropped it on the floor. The officer walked over to the chair and took a seat. He kept the gun on us and sat back.
    â€œWell, well,” he said. “Black couples look really good in porno movies and it’s not too often that I get a chance to see colored folks perform in the flesh. I wish I had some fuckin’ popcorn, but since I don’t, my Vaseline will have to do.”
    I gritted my teeth. “Are you expecting me to sit here and make love to my wife in front of you?”
    â€œNo, smart-ass. I’m demanding that you start fucking your lovely wife. If you can’t do that, I’ll take her somewhere and get a real man to fuck her or do it myself!”
    I couldn’t believe this was happening. Nokea looked shocked too, but not saying a word, she courageously lay back on the bed. She swallowed,