“Nah. I’m cold too. Fuck I’m gon’ give you my shit for? You ain’t my bitch.” I inhaled on the blunt.
“You can have mine, sexy.” Abel licked his lips, making Joy’s stuck up ass roll her eyes.
“I don’t think Tony would be okay with that.” She cocked her head.
“Nah, I really don’t give a fuck. Her head game is amazing though, bruh.” I glanced at Abel, who nodded as if he was taking the shit into consideration.
“For real, Tony!” Joy snapped.
“Fuck you mad for? I’m recommending yo’ shit! Be happy I’m not giving yo’ stupid ass a negative review. Yelling and shit like I won’t slap the fuck out yo’ ass.”
Sucking her teeth, she turned on her heels and stormed to the car, which was parked right in front of where we were standing.
“She must think you that white nigga from Titanic, asking for yo’ jacket and shit,” Eitan commented, making the homies laugh.
Bitch was gon’ catch frostbite fucking ’round with me. I wasn’t disrespectful at all; I just spoke my mind. And nah, I wasn’t abusive, but a bitch knew not to come out the side of her fucking neck at me ’cause I might backhand her ass. Call it crazy, but I call it putting a muthafucka in their place. And it was nothing for me to slap the shit out of a nigga as well.
“I know you a nasty bitch.” I blew smoke out, eyeing the fat ass on this brown-skinned hoe. Her face could use some work, but ugly hoes were always the freakiest.
“Excuse me?” Dog Face barked back, no pun intended, with a frown on her face.
“Bitch, you heard me.”
After a three second stare down, a smile covered her face. She had a hoof mouth, and when I saw the braces on her teeth, I realized why.
“You know my man just walked into the smoke shop.” She pointed.
“Fuck that got to do with me?”
Doberman Pinscher was now grinning, folding her arms over her large breasts. I didn’t know if her body was real, but it was nice to look at. Only thing missing was a bag to put over her head.
“I guess nothing.”
“You should come fuck with me.” I threw the blunt down and stepped on it.
“Right now?”
“Yeah, right now.” I got more in her space, towering over her short frame. I was a pretty big nigga, so there weren’t many muthafuckas that I didn’t tower over.
“Okay, zaddy. Fine ass.”
I nodded toward my car to let her know where to go and then said my goodbyes to the homies, who were shaking their heads.
“Let me know how that shit is!” Cornell hollered.
“I got you,” I replied, sliding into the driver’s seat of my whip. “Aye, get in the back seat.”
“Why?” Joy frowned. I simply nodded toward the window that Doberman was standing by. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Hurry the fuck up so I can drop yo’ ass off, Joy.”
Acting stupid as fuck, Joy climbed into the back seat and then Doberman slid into the passenger side. I noticed her nigga come out the smoke shop, looking to both sides of the lot, before spotting his bitch in my ride. Not paying his ass any mind, I backed out of my parking spot and sped off to Joy’s crib.
“I cannot believe this bullshit. But it’s cool, nigga, because I’m done with you.” Joy fussed from the back seat. Per usual, when her ass got to talking that shit, I turned the music up.
I dropped her off at home, not giving a fuck that she was crying and shit as I sped off.
“Damn.” Doberman laughed, clapping her paws. “That’s ya girl or something?”
“Nah.”
“Oh, y’all just fucking. I guess that means there’s room for me.”
“Nah. This shit is a one-time thing. You ain’t bad enough,” I made clear, and Doberman just rolled her eyes. My comments didn’t deter her from this dick though.
I noticed when I got onto my street, one of the cars from the parking lot had followed me. I wasn’t scared or no shit like that, because this was my hood, and a muthafucka would be out his fucking head to try some shit with me. And if he did, he was either new around this bitch or had some mental issues.
I realized it was this hoe’s boyfriend, but I didn’t care as I led her into my spot. Not wanting to waste time, I bent her ass over the bar counter and pulled her panties to the side, before loosening my jeans and sliding a condom down. As soon as I got in, I knew I’d made the right decision; Ms. ASPCA has some good ass pussy.
“Oooh shit.” She whimpered before looking over her shoulder at me, making a sex face.
“Don’t look at me,” I told her sternly, knowing her face was gon’ soften my dick. “Damn hoe, I knew yo’ ugly ass had some juicy shit.” I grunted, speeding up, and making our skin clap together as she hollered out. I had a nice grip on her hair.
“Shit, daddy!” She cried, voice shaking as she came for the second time down my shaft.
A few pumps later and I was filling the condom up. Once I caught my breath, I slid out and slowly removed the condom. She stayed bent over like she was passed out or some shit, as I went to clean my dick with a towel. I would shower once I got her ass the fuck up out my crib.
Just as I finished washing my hands, I heard someone knocking on my door. Sure enough as I peeped out, I spotted her owner.
“Sup?” I answered, acting like I didn’t know what the fuck he wanted.
“Fuck you mean ‘sup’, nigga? You came over her—”
Now that I had my nine between his eyes, he was quiet.
“Calm yo’ ass down. If you want yo’ bitch, all you gotta do is ask nicely, muthafucka.”
Inhaling and exhaling sharply, he replied, “Can I get my girl?”
“Magic word, nigga.”
“Please.”
“Of course.” I grinned, pulling my gun from his face. Widening the door, I hollered. “Aye bitch, yo’ nigga is here!”
“Huh?” Doberman finally stood up straight, fixing her cheap ass skirt before adjusting her underwear. “I can’t stay?”
“For real, Ashley?” Her nigga hissed.
“Nah. You can’t fucking stay. Hurry the fuck up ’fore I shoot both of y’all asses.”
The sound of me removing my safety made Doberman move faster, which was exactly what the fuck I wanted. A few times when I didn’t want bitches to stay, I would pull my heat out, and it always worked.
Putting my shit away, I took a shower and brushed my teeth before silencing my fucking phone that Joy was blowing up.
Camarih
A few days later…
“Hello?” I answered my ringing iPhone 6, since I didn’t recognize the number.
“Baby, come outside, please.” Prince begged.
“Nigga, get the fuck off my phone and go check on your baby.”
“I need you to listen to me. You ain’t even let me tell my side. You gon’ listen to some other people over yo’ nigga?”
“Yep.”
Click.
I hung up the phone and got back to doing some research on it. I’d gotten paid yesterday, so I was making a list of new ingredients to order off of Amazon.
All the batches of skincare I’d made previously had been sent out to a few people on Instagram who had a lot of influence, and because they loved it, they’d shared it on their pages. That definitely helped me get a few hundred followers, so I wanted to continue to build up my brand, Whipped by Camarih, as much as I could with what little money I had.
Just as I began calculating this month’s expenses, I heard a knock at my door. I said nothing, pretending not to hear.
“Camarih!” My mother’s girlfriend Bobi shouted. “Open this fucking door!”
Taking a deep breath, I shut my notebook after slamming my pen down and then went to answer it.
“Yes?” I peeked my head out.
“You cooked food in the kitchen and didn’t make anything for anyone else?” She frowned.
“I made pasta, and it’s enough for everyone. I just put it up in the
fridge.”
“Oh.” Her eyes wandered down my body like always. I hated when my mama wasn’t home. “Let me in.” She pushed the door open roughly, making me stumble back as she barged her big ass into the room. She shut the door behind herself slowly.
“Bobi, I’m kind of busy so…”
“So what? You ain’t got time for me?” She ran her tongue across her teeth that bore a big gap in the two front ones.
“I’m just not in a good mood, and I want to be alone.”
“Must be that punk ass singer you were dating.” She took a seat on my bed that I thought was about to snap in half due to her tall and wide stature. It was only a twin size and not in the best condition.
“I’m not dating him anymore.”
“Oh, so you coming over to the dark side now?”
“Bobi, kill it. I’m busy, so I need you to go.” I started past her to go open my door, but she grabbed my wrist and brought me closer to her. “Bobi, stop!” I spat as she tried to force me to straddle her.
She let out a boisterous laugh at the fact that she was overpowering me. Flipping me onto my back, she pinned my wrists to the bed, forcing my legs open. Thankfully, I had on jean shorts.
“Look how easy it is for me to get what I want from you, Camarih.” Again, she laughed, breath smelling like weed and sausage links. “I think you like it too. You’ll give in one day.”
She was so much uglier up close.
“Get the fuck off me!” I squirmed and wiggled, hoping to break free, but she was strong as fuck. She must’ve been taking male hormones.
Chuckling, she finally released me after pretending she was about to kiss my lips. I almost broke my neck attempting to do like the bitch in The Exorcist.
“Bobi!” My mother shouted as she entered the house, right when Bobi was closing my door.
Angry, I grabbed my phone and purse, deciding I would leave to get some fresh air.
My mama had been dating Roberta or Bobi since I was sixteen years old, and she’d always been perverted. She would take my dry off towels while I was in the shower, forcing me to have to either come out naked or call and ask for someone to bring me a new one. She’d touched me inappropriately on countless occasions and made nasty ass sexual comments too. Going to live with my dad was a relief, but after one of the worst days of my life, he sent me right back to this hellhole.
I told my mama what her girlfriend was doing, but she’d always laugh it off and say Bobi was just kidding. I knew her ass, wasn’t which is why I kept my door locked 24/7.
By the time I was out of the front door, I’d realized I’d forgotten my jacket, but I refused to go back into that house to get it.
I made it to the nearby liquor store on Crenshaw about ten minutes later, and entered, looking for some Cheeto Puffs and a water. I was still pretty full from the pasta I’d made, but I could use a snack.
After paying for my things, I stepped outside, wondering where I was going to relax and eat this. South Central wasn’t the safest city, and Leimert Park wasn’t the safest neighborhood, especially at night. So sitting outside snacking on my shit didn’t sound like the best idea to me.
“Aye, you got five dollars?” Some man walked up on me, eyes darting around like he knew someone was looking for him.
“No.”
“Give me yo’ purse then.”
“What? Nigga, please!” I hissed, lip turned up. This funky nigga was clearly crazy if he thought he could punk me out of my purse.
“Bitch, I said give it to me.” He reached for it, making me grip my black plastic bag holding my snacks, as I tussled with him.
Suddenly, the man was being hemmed up by his neck, and I realized it was Tony Wacko choking him with one hand.
“When I drop you, I want you to go on about yo’ fucking way, you got me?” Tony spoke calmly.
“Yeah, fasho. My bad, Wacko. I ain’t know she was cool.”
“If I catch you out here robbing females again, David, I’m shooting you.”
David’s stupid ass nodded and then booked it once Tony dropped him.
I couldn’t help but to stare at his fine ass. He wasn’t wearing anything special, just a gray hoodie, the matching sweats, socks, and some slides. He had his hood on, keeping the focus on his facial features even though he was wearing glasses right now. I guess he only wore those sometimes. His mug bore a slight scowl, making him even sexier with those low eyes. He smelled just like he did in Hong Kong Express: heavenly-sexy.
“You rude as fuck. I just kept yo’ ass from getting robbed, and you ain’t say shit.”
I was rude? If I was rude, what the fuck was he?
“I’m sorry. Thank you.”
“What’s yo’ name?”
“Camarih.”
Nodding, he said, “Type of name only pretty hoes have.”
“Uh—”
“Get in the car.” He walked to the driver’s side of an old Buick parked along the curb. That car alone let me know he was a thoroughbred gangsta.
“Umm, no thank you.”
“I said get in the fucking car. I wasn’t asking yo’ ass.” He slid in on the driver’s side, and for some reason, I was too scared to disobey him, so I got in on the passenger’s side. His car smelled like his cologne, so it was pleasant.
“Do you sell drugs?” I inquired.
“Why? You gon’ suck me up for a rock?”
“Nigga, please. Do I look like I do drugs?”
“You right. You fine as fuck,” he admitted. I wanted to say the same in return, but I declined.
“No. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant because crackheads are usually frail. I have shape.”
“You do.” His eyes roamed me before his big hand, covered in some tattoo, graced my exposed thigh. His teeth sunk down into his lip like he was lost in his thoughts. He was so handsome yet rugged.
“I didn’t mean to sound cocky. I was just trying to make a point.” I glanced out of the window, feeling embarrassed. I felt like I was saying a bunch of dumb shit. Men never made me nervous usually.
Laughing as he fired up a blunt, he said, “Your looks don’t match ya personality.”
Thank God he had the windows cracked so I could breathe.
“How so?”
“You definitely one of the sexiest hoes I don’ ever seen, but I can tell you don’t know how fine yo’ ass is.”
The way he blew the weed smoke out was sexy.
“Hoe? I am not a hoe, and this is the second time you’ve called me one.”
“That’s what I call all bitches. Don’t feel special.”
For a moment, I just stared at him, and he stared right back at me, emotionless. Who had raised this disrespectful nigga? He had the wrong one though.
The most alarming of all of this was that I still found him attractive. Even his brashness turned me on a little bit, which was not the normal for me. I hated niggas like him, but I think the difference was that I could tell this was just how he was. He wasn’t cocky, he was confident, and he wasn’t rude, he just didn’t care.
“I don’t know what hoes you’re used to, but I will slap your ass,” I warned.
“And I’ll snap ya fucking neck. I’m not like these other niggas out here. You put ya hands on me, I’m liable to clap yo’ fucking ears together.”
I believed him, so I changed the subject after picturing him merging my ears together; definitely sounded painful. How did he even think of that?
“Anyways, I know I’m cute.”
“Nah, baby, you more than fucking cute. Toddlers are cute. You a grown ass woman. On some real shit, when you gon’ let me fuck you?” He took a toke on the blunt, staring me dead in the eyes. His lips were so alluring just like everything else on his ass.
“Umm, never.” I admit him saying I was more than cute had me feeling myself. Maybe because I found him so good looking. And I didn’t know him well, but I was sure he didn’t give out compliments all willy-nilly.
He burst into laughter as if this
was the funniest joke ever, flashing his beautiful smile. I could tell he was high… It was cute. Ugh.
“Oh, aight. You one of them hoes that play hard to get. I kind of like that shit though.”
“You know what, I’m getting out.”
“I ain’t stopping yo’ ass. I only asked you to get in the fucking car because I wanted my dick sucked, but I see you wilding.” He ashed his blunt.
I realized he was dead serious when I looked at him with my mouth open, expecting a chuckle to follow that statement, but it never came. As I was about to get out, he took my bag and retrieved my chips before opening them like they were his.
“Excuse you, nigga!” I snatched my bag of chips, and he snatched them back.
After watching him eat half, he finally glanced over at me and tilted the bag my way, offering me some of my damn chips. Annoyed, I took some and sat back to enjoy them.
“You want me to go buy you some more?” he offered after a few minutes.
“Yes.”
“Only ’cause you fine. Anything else?”
“Some Jolly Ranchers would be nice.”
“You was supposed to say ‘nah, I’m good’ with yo’ greedy ass. You bet not be pregnant. I don’t feed pregnant bitches.”
“Ain’t nobody pregnant, asshole.” I felt myself frowning hard as I watched him exit the car and then step up onto the sidewalk. The way he walked into the dingy liquor store was even sexy. Would it be so bad if I just fucked him? I mean, that way, I wouldn’t have to wonder what it was like. His mean ass was doing something to me.
He returned moments later with my chips and Jolly Ranchers and a water for himself. I’d missed the smell of his cologne, so I was watching him as he checked something on his iPhone. The way he sniffled, how his jaw moved, the way his tongue ran across his bottom lip… just everything turned me on. Seeing his big hand hold that phone had me thinking.
“Where you live so I can drop yo’ ass off? I can’t fuck you, so this is a waste of my damn time.”
“You only spend time with women for sex?”
“Exactly. I got other shit I need to be doing. So if I’m not getting my dick wet, it’s no need.”
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