Ballad of A Boss's Wife

By: Mz. Lady P

Bless and Bianca's Story (Ballad of a Boss's Wife Book 1)

Act I:

The Beginning of Us/

I Want a Boss


“Please Momma don’t let him do this to me! I’m sorry but I don’t have any money.”

“Stop that damn lying, Bianca! I know for a fact you have some money stashed in that room somewhere. How could you sit there and lie like I haven’t busted my ass taking care of you all by myself? Do you have any idea how many dicks I had to suck or niggas I had to fuck to feed your ungrateful ass? I need some Heroin right now and some for when I wake up in the morning because you know I’m going to be sick. So, either you give me some money or you give that nigga some pussy so I can get this sick off.”

I was in complete shock and disbelief as my mother so coldly and callously talked as if I wasn’t her child. Granted, since I had been in the world she’d treated me as if she hated me, but that only made me love her more. I yearned for some type of affection from my mother but Mina didn’t have a loving bone in her body. I got the brunt of all her anger but never to this magnitude. Tears rolled down my face as I watched one of the local hustlers, Kemo, pull down his jeans and unleash his massive dick. I was a virgin and I had never even seen anything like it before. The last thing I wanted was for him to come anywhere near me with that thing.

“Okay Ma. The money is in my Nike shoebox in the back of my closet. You can have it all just please don’t let him do this to me.”

I was now on my knees begging her. She hurriedly walked to the back and went to my room to get the money and I followed her. Kemo was staring at me with so much lust in his eyes that I refused to stay in the room with him alone.

“Now look, starting today you’re going to have to earn your keep around here. I can’t afford to take care of the both of us any longer.”

“But you don’t take care of me. I work every day after the school and do doubles on the weekend just to pay the rent, the electric bill, and make sure we have food.”

“McDonald’s ain’t a real job, Bianca. I suggest you start thinking with your pussy and not with that small ass brain of yours. You walk around here day in and day out talking about how you’re going to graduate high school and go to college. I keep telling you to get your head out of the clouds because that shit ain’t happening. But let me tell you what’s about to happen, you’re going undress and let Kemo make you into a woman. I don’t know why you walking around holding that shit to your chest like that.”

Kemo walked inside the room. He was now fully unclothed and coming towards me. I backed back until I was in the corner. I watched as he threw my mother a package of dope and a syringe. She slid down to the floor and pulled her tools from her purse.

“I gave you the money, Ma. Please don’t let him do this.”

I began to fight him off and with one quick jab to my face, which caused my head to bounce off of the wall behind me, I slid down like a ton of bricks. I was dizzy but I was aware of what was happening. I could feel him tugging at my clothes and ripping them from my body. As tears streamed down my face, I focused on my mother as she stuck the syringe in her vein. At the same time her eyes rolled into the back of her head, I felt Kemo enter me with unimaginable force. The pain of me being violated rendered me speechless so I just lay there and let him have his way with me.

“You got some good ass pussy. Young and fresh just like I like it.”

He started to bite me all over my breasts as he thrusted roughly in and out me. Before I knew it, it was over and he was dragging my mother out of my bedroom by her hair. She was so high she just laid there as he treated her like a rag doll. I sat in the corner of my bedroom absolutely afraid to move from the spot I was in on the floor. I was butt naked and almost balled up in a fetal position as tears rolled down my face. The only thing I could think about was what I had done to deserve being raped while my mother Mina sat in the corner and got high like it was nothing. I was sitting in my own blood and urine too afraid to move out of the fear that Kemo was still in our house.

After about two hours of sitting in the same position, I found the will to get up and shower. I stayed inside the shower scrubbing my body raw until I felt like I had wiped my body clean of his filth. Once I was finished with my shower, I slowly got dressed and headed upstairs to my friend Niema’s apartment. We lived in an apartment building that wasn’t in the best of neighborhoods but it wasn’t the worst, either. At seventeen, both of us were at the peak of our lives getting ready to graduate from high school. We’d known each other since the fifth grade and I couldn’t ask for a better best friend than Niema.

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