Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2016 01:06:03 -0400
From: eric jones <joneseral@gmail.com>
Subject: Dominion, Chapter 8

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Tariq knew he would come.

He didn't know this cat, but he knew the type. At a core level they
want to do what they're told, when someone actually has the gaul to
actually ask them... Plus he knew this guy was vulnerable. Tariq
didn't want to prey on those vulnerabilities - not necessarily. But he
could use that to his advantage. He had a mission now, and it blinded
him from just about all that was going on around him. He was going to
find out who fucked Eric, who taped the whole thing, and who was now
threatening him. Tariq hadn't stopped to think about why he was so
pissed, he just went with the flow. Being pissed was something he was
just good at...

He wasn't nervous, there was no reason to be. He just had to think.
Getting the name of the attacker might not be easy. This Eric had no
reason to trust him, but he needed him to. He needed a plan, and
needed to make sure his talk game was on.

He put on his uniform, sprayed on some cologne and headed for the
door. He stopped and grabbed another pack of cigs. That first night he
met Eric he had some non-menthols on him. That was what his dumb-ass
friend D had picked up from the store the night before, instead of his
usual menthols. Since Eric smoked that first one, with a bit of
difficulty, Tariq thought it would be better to stick with the same
brand. Just like he never stopped to analyze why he was pissed at this
dude who had fucked Eric, he never stopped to analyze why he replaced
his brand of smokes just on the off chance Eric wanted one. Tariq was
just going with the flow...

He parked close to the main entrance of the mall, checked his
reflection and then started towards the door. The mall would be
closing in about 10 minutes so folks were starting to stream out to
their cars. He didn't even notice Tameka and her friends as he walked
right past them.

Tariq had fucked Tameka a few times since Christmas, and had actually
fucked her and her best friend together one night this past Spring. It
was just ass to Tariq, no strings. But Tameka was fine and a good lay,
so ordinarily he would have at least given her a minute of his time,
just to keep her in the options column. Tonight his mind was
elsewhere. He still wasn't sure what he would say.

"Dayuuum, T. Ain't even gonna speak, dat's fuk'd up," Tameka called
out as she and her friends passed, turning and stopping. Tariq stopped
and turned slowly, wondering who would be calling him out like that in
public. Oh shit, drama... If she didn't have good skills and a fat ass
it just wouldn't be worth it. There were plenty of hood bitches
around, but Tameka had a nastier mouth than most of the dudes Tariq
knew, and not just in the bedroom.

"Muthafucka, u fuckin mute?" It was hard to tell if she was pissed, or
if she was making a show for her friends. This probably wasn't the
only show her friends had seen tonight. Tameka made waves everywhere,
everyday.

"Nah," Tariq responded slowly, "mah bad I just wasn't payin attention. Whassup?"

"Not shit here T, not yet," she said smiling. She had a bad body, but
her face was only 50/50. It was a little less when she smiled. "Whut u
doin tonight muthafucka?"

"Jus meetin someone, damn, goin to da mall."

"Malls closed, fool."

"Don't matta, mall ain't closed for me."

She broke loose from her friends and walked up to Tariq. She reached
up and put a hand on his shoulder, and let her fingers run along the
bottom of his dreads. Tonight they were hanging free. She would fuck
him right now in the parking lot if he asked. Not only was he sexy as
fuck, but he had a good rep on the streets, was respected, feared and
could throw dick. If only she could have his baby, she could have that
shit on lock forever. Maybe tonight was the night.

She moved a little closer to Tariq and put her other hand on his
shoulder, turned her head to her friends and said, "Ya'll bitches go
on home, me an Daddy here gonna ride out tonite..."

"Hell Nah, ya'll wait, WE ain't goin nowhere. He brushed Tameka's
hands off his shoulders and started to turn. Never afraid of a
challenge, and excited at the chance to make a scene, Tameka ran back
around in front of Tariq and bent over in front of him, poking out her
ass and moving slowly back like she was dancing in a club towards the
edge of the stage. Tariq noticed several middle aged mall shoppers who
couldn't help but watch this scene play out in public. He was a little
embarrassed, but he was more concerned about getting to where he
needed to be on time. He was only yards away. He didn't have time for
this shit.

"Daddy, u know u want to his this, and I'm ready to roll." It was out
loud, but in what she hoped would sound like a sexy, bedroom whisper.
She just sounded sick.

Tariq started to back away, but one of the crowd walking past in the
parking lot caught his attention. He froze. It was Eric.

Here he was with this nasty hood bitch, dressed like a prostitute, her
tits about to pop out of her shirt, and she was grinding her ass on
his dick, while her friends looked on.

If there hadn't been a bunch of customers around, Tariq would have
beat her ass right there. That was something her friends had probably
seen before too. He was about to explode inside, and not in a sexual
way. He backed off and turned away, stopped again and turned around.

"Damn, BITCH, I told yo ass I got shit to do, now don't fuck with me
and stop actin like a bitch out here for everydamnbody to see.
Fuck..." He marched towards the mall.

Tameka smiled and turned back to her girls and went towards their car.
She hoped she had pissed him off. She knew mad sex was usually the
best, and if he was mad enough he might punish her just the way she
wanted. "Give that nigga two days, and he'll be blowin my shit up."
Her laugh was loud and obnoxious as ever, and she bounced her ass all
the way to the car...

Tariq couldn't believe he had to run in to that bitch now, of all
times. And for her to jump all over him. Even the kinkiest bitches
knew better than to put a man out there in public like that. He wasn't
gonna fuck with her ever again. Too much drama. And Eric had seen it
too. That pissed him off even more.

Tariq marched towards the benches, which were now just around the
corner. In his mind he was turning over and over what Eric might think
or say. He didn't look very trustworthy, getting a lap dance from a
whore in the mall parking lot. And he didn't want Eric to get the
wrong idea. It was just some ass anyway, even if it was some DUMB
bitch ass all along. Tariq wondered if he would have left. As he was
pushing away from Tameka he lost sight of Eric in the crowd. He didn't
think he would leave.

He turned the corner and the benches were empty.

FUCK! Now he wanted to kill that bitch. Her ass definitely wasn't
worth the trouble she was causing him tonight. He felt his whole body
getting hot and he knew he could beat someone to death soon if he
didn't calm down. There was just too much at stake. He was calculating
the odds that Eric would come to meet him again after this. He doubted
it, and his face was twisted in anger. When he got mad he wanted to
punch something or someone, and his fists balled involuntarily as he
looked around for some surface he could punch to release this rage.
There was nothing that looked like it wouldn't break his hand if he
hit it. With no other option, he just swung at the air as hard as he
could and yelled "FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" way louder than he should
have. The force of his fake punch swung him around. His dreads were
beating him on the face as he finally stopped, facing the other
direction, and face to face with Eric.

He was standing there, no more than five feet away, and staring.

Now Tariq really felt like a fool, punching at the air and screaming,
and for what? And Eric saw the whole thing. Things were not going as
planned.

Eric broke the silence. Calmly looking him in the eye he said, "Why
did you want to see me man?"

"Damn. I jus..." He broke off. Tariq was trying to make the words come
out, but he couldn't. He was ashamed to have this dude watch him have
his little tantrum, right on the heels of the scene with Tameka
moments earlier. He just felt like an idiot. He wasn't used to this.
This was way, way out of his context, and off the track he didn't know
where to go next.

"Let's sit," Eric offered as he slowly walked past Tariq and moved
towards the benches, keeping his eyes forward even as he brushed his
arm.

Tariq felt funny being led, and he felt even funnier that his own
anger had put him in this awkward spot. He walked slowly behind Eric
and sat down on the bench opposite. They were in those same spots.
This was the third time.

Eric could tell this guy was pissed about something, but he was sure
it had nothing to do with him. Probably that gang of girls in the
parking lot. That one was obviously grinding on him, and that must
have pissed him off. I guess he doesn't like to be humiliated in
public, Eric thought. Oh well, I'm in the same boat, only mine is
much, much worse... That brought Eric back to what he was doing here.

He had watched Tariq from a distance as soon as he noticed him with
that group of girls. Eric decided to keep a respectful distance and
watch what was happening. He hid behind a wall near the door where he
could see it all. He saw Tariq storm over after yelling to the one
girl, and he followed him to the benches. He had no idea he would
start yelling and look like he was going to fight. This was even
weirder than he imagined it would be.

But Eric didn't feel scared. If he had taken the time to think about
it, that was odder than the rest of the nights events, by far. Here
was this guy, who obviously had some deep, deep dirt on him, and who
had convinced him to meet yet again. And now he was yelling at the
girls and now yelling to noone and throwing punches. That would have
been a good time to stay hidden, or to run. But Eric wasn't afraid,
and he wasn't going to run. If he wants to fight then so be it. I can
hold my own, at least for a while. Eric felt like he might as well get
used to changes in his life, and this might as well be the first...

So no point in putting it off, just cause this guy is over here
huffing and puffing. It was his fault we were here anyway.

"So, you wanted to talk. I know you know about me, I guess from my
phone. But I'm not who you think I am. I'm not... I'm not..." Now Eric
was having trouble finding the words. Now he didn't want to talk about
it anymore.

And so they just sat there.

Eric took another long look at this guy before him. At first he was
bent forward, like he was about to jump up. He was obviously tense.
When he sat back he kept his hands together in his lap, but Eric could
see the muscles flexing in his arms. He was unsettled. His dreads
framed his face and parted at his shoulders. Tonight he was wearing a
long t-shirt, rather than the usual beater. The T hung low past his
waist. You couldn't see much of his body definition, other than his
arms and shoulders. With the white fabric pulled around his upper arms
and shoulders, contrasting with the dark of his neck and arms, you
could really see how well built his upper body was... He had on one
silver chain, but there was nothing hanging from it. Even his rings
seemed calmer, less blingy than before. He still looked tight though,
in a way that crisp white T-shirt seems to cover everything and
everyone. He had one of his Timbs untied. Other than that, he was
seamless.

For Tariq, having Eric sitting there so calmly, staring at him, was
not making this easier. He wanted to be cool, calm and collected, as
he was before - as he always was in situations that mattered. He was
catching his breath and calming down. He had to be on an even footing
with this kat, hell he even needed to regain a bit of the upper hand.
Otherwise he might not get the info he needed. And that was the whole
point.

"So what do you want, man?"

Tariq pulled up the side of his shirt and pulled a pack of cigs and
lighter out. He packed the cigs on his palm, ripped open the wrapper
and pulled one out. He put it between his lips and was about to light
it, but then he pulled it back out and threw it towards Eric. Eric
caught it easily, and without hesitation placed it between his lips.
He could feel the wetness from Tariq's lips on the end, but that was
the least of his worries. Tariq threw him the lighter. Once he tossed
it back he pulled out another and fired up. They sat there in silence.
Everyone except a few employees were gone now, and even they would be
gone soon. No one would disturb them here.

"I need you to trust me, bruh."

"Trust you? I don't understand man."

"I need to know who it was..."

"Who are you talking about?"

"The video."

Damn. Well that settles it. He saw it. Eric could feel that sinking
feeling coming back.

"I... I... Um..."

"Eric, who was it?"

"Why? Uh, why do want to know man?"

"I'm Tariq."

"Look, ok, I just don't.... Tariq I just don't know what to say."

"You just gotta give me his name, bruh."

"Why..."

But Tariq cut him off. "I jus need to know who did dat to you."

Eric sat there, his mind racing again. This didn't make sense. He saw
the video, saw the webpage, saw it all. But now he just wanted to know
the name of the dude he was with...

"Look, Tariq..." He caught his breath. "I know what you must be
thinking. But... I don't... That was not what it looked like."

"I kno what it was, bruh." Tariq frowned. He was deadly serious now.
The panic and huffing from earlier was gone, and he was cold as steel.

"I don't do that kind of thing, never." Eric looked down.

Tariq knew it was deeper than that. He stopped looking him in the eye
- that was the best sign.

"How'd you meet?"

"Online."

"How many times he fuck you before?"

That brought Eric back to reality fast. This guy thought they were
regular lovers. He realized saying he met him online didn't give the
whole story, and because of that Tariq could be making all the wrong
assumptions and conclusions. But the whole story? He couldn't. Why the
hell would he anyway?

"Look, I told you it was not what it looked like, that night was the
first... was my first..." He looked down again. What a fucked up thing
to be talking about to a stranger.

"First? Dat was ur first?" Damn that was cold... Tariq felt the hairs
on his neck standing up...

"I didn't know. I went there... We had met earlier that night and I
went to his place to see him again."

"Why?"

Eric paused. He knew why, but he didn't want to say it. Now might be a
good time to start spinning this a little, what would it matter. He
wasn't about to confess his soul to this thug...

"I just needed to see him."

"And he fucked you and taped it...?"

"I didn't know it was taped."

"But u went there to fuck that nigga?"

"Nah, I went there to... I wanted to see him, we had messed around a
little, not fucked, I didn't know..."

"Didn't know u was gonna be fucked?"

"I don't know."

"How u not know, bruh?"

Eric stood up and paced a little in front of the bench. Tariq followed
him with his eyes...

"I didn't know it was gonna happen like that..."

Eric's head was hanging low.

"Look, Eric, just tell me who it was. I could tell u didnt want it like that."

"That's not true..." Eric blurted out.

"U did want him to fuck you like that?" Tariq's indignation was clear
in his voice.

"No. I... I..." Eric was numb.

The tears were welling up in his eyes now. This was dredging up a lot
of thoughts from that night and the nights that followed. He hadn't
even gotten to the feelings seeing that email and the video link
brought forward.

Tariq saw the tear roll down his check, and he felt his head and neck
getting hot. The blood was racing through him again. He didn't know
what happened that night, but he knew one thing, Eric didn't know it
was being taped and didn't know it was going to be thrown back in his
face. He didn't realize that Eric was worried about him doing the same
thing...

"I did want to do it with him. I... I... I didn't want that shit
taped, I didn't want my whole life blown to shit because I fucked up
and trusted the wrong person, I wanted to..." Eric was crying now, and
his voice was broken. "I didn't have a choice..."

That got Tariq's attention.

"He drugged me. I don't know, I couldn't stop him..."

Now it was Tariq who felt that sinking feeling. Like he drove his car
over a steep hill and felt his whole body drop as he started down the
other side. Drugged? He fuckin raped? Oh fuck...

"He raped you?"

"I went there knowing something was going to happen?"

"Did you say yes?"

"No."

"Did you say NO?" Now Tariq's voice was raised. His face was angry.

"No."

God this was fucked up. This dude was trash. To fuck up someone's life for what?

"What do he want?"

"I don't know."

"Be he ain't rape you, you didn't say no"

"I couldn't, I couldn't move or speak clearly, and he didn't ask..."

Tariq had heard enough. It was worse than he thought. He jumped up
from the bench and walked right up to Eric. Eric cringed and pulled
back a little, thinking he was about to get jumped. Tariq put his
hands on Eric and squeezed his arms a little. Not hard enough to scare
him, but enough to make it clear that he was there and he was
serious."

"Look, Eric, you gotta tell me who it was."

"Why, man?" Eric said through his sobs...

"You gotta trust me, I'm not gonna let shit happen to you..."

"But why? I don't get it, what the fuck is going on..." Eric cried
harder now, none of this made sense and Tariq was demanding more and
more information. What good would it do to tell him, and why the fuck
did he care??

"Tell me, E." This time Tariq was soft, and he spoke with his face
only inches from Eric. Calling him "E" just made him sound more
sincere, like he was a friend.

"Tell me."

"Simms."

"Simms?"

"Yeah, Simms. He works at the Hidden Valley Club. That's how he knew
who I was. He's just..."

Tariq knew who Simms was. Uppity-ass nigga that only fuck white
bitches. He didn't know he liked white boys too. And maybe he doesn't.
That video didn't look like anything but extortion.

"Imma make it up to you, E."

"What? Man..."

"Look, don't worry about shit. I got you E. That nigga aint gonna hurt
you, and he aint gonna cause no more trouble."

"But..."

"You gotta trust me, E. You trust me?"

Eric just stood there.

"Hey, you trust me, E?"

Eric just nodded his head. Tariq was going to show him. He made a
promise to Eric and nothing was going to stand in his way.

"I gotta go, E." He looked at Eric and Eric looked back at him. His
eyes were swollen and his face was still wet with tears. The anger he
felt earlier was gone. He was still mad, and he still had a job to do,
but he didn't want to upset Eric any more, no more noise, no more
questions, no more bullshit.

"Imma text u later, ok?"

"OK"

"Let's go."

Tariq led Eric away from the benches by the arm, not in an embrace,
but like you might help lead a friend who was having trouble finding
his way. At the parking lot they stopped, and Tariq dropped his hand.
He looked at Eric one last time and said...

"I got you E, don't worry..." He turned and walked away. He didn't
want to leave, but there was no time to waste.

Eric was still worried, but he wasn't worried about Tariq. He watched
him as he walked off in to the night, hair swaying and he was standing
so straight, shoulders back, totally unafraid of what might be ahead
of him.

What the fuck just happened? Eric was exhausted and confused.

He knew he would be seeing Tariq again soon, trust or not.