“I’ve done a lot for you, even things I didn’t want to, like get abortions.”
“Never told you to do that. I told you it was yo’ fucking body and to do what you felt you needed to. I ain’t care either way.” He flossed in the mirror.
I wondered if he was going to see her.
“Exactly! Why would I have a baby by a man who doesn’t care either way?”
It was true. Tony had never told me to kill my baby, but he was always so nonchalant when I told him that it gave me no desire to keep it. I wanted him to be excited, and I guess change his view of me once he found out I was pregnant. I refused to get fat and become a mother just for him to start chasing another hoe, leaving me to be Susie Homemaker. But typical Tony didn’t give a fuck.
“Questions that need answers.” He shoved me lightly until I was out of the bathroom. “Now get the fuck up out of my crib.” He slammed the bathroom door in my face.
“You drove me!”
“Uber!”
I left his place, and after the Uber got me home, I decided to take myself to McDonalds. I usually didn’t eat fast food, but I was feeling depressed and couldn’t care less about how fattening it was. My nice body, beautiful face, and long hair had put nothing toward my efforts to keep Tony interested, so who cared?
After getting my food, I decided to eat it in the car in the parking lot. Halfway through stuffing my face, I heard a knock on the window. I saw it was Tony’s cousin Carter, so I immediately unlocked the doors, allowing him to get in.
“Hey, is everything okay?” I questioned.
“Yeah. I should be asking you that. What you doing in the parking lot eating this shit?” He touched the cheeseburger wrapper.
“Umm, do you know who Camarih is?” I didn’t feel like answering his questions. Instead, I wanted information on his cousin. I knew he and Tony were only mildly close, because Tony was tighter with Eitan, but I was sure Eitan wouldn’t tell me shit.
Looking uncomfortable for a moment, he nodded.
“Yeah, but don’t sweat it. You know how Tony is. In fact, I’m pretty sure they’re done with.”
“They are?” I felt a sense of happiness flow through me.
“Was at Eitan’s show the other evening and saw them bickering. Plus, for the rest of the night, they paid one another no mind.”
I chuckled subtly to myself.
“Thank you so much, Carter! Oh my gosh!” I rejoiced.
After a moment of silence, he replied, “You know, Joy, you can do better. You’re beautiful, smart… just the whole package, and he don’t see it. I love my cousin, but he ain’t no good.”
“I know. Thank you, but I’m not ready to move on from him. I love him, and I know he just needs time.” Taking a deep breath, I added, “When the dust settles, I will be there still, and he’ll see.” I smiled at Carter, really believing my words. I knew Tony and I were meant. “Plus, I think he would lose his mind if I actually left him.”
“Well I hope you’re right.” Carter nodded, gave me a hug, and then got out of my car.
I finished my fries then dialed up Tony. He didn’t answer the first two times, but on the third, he did.
“What?”
“I heard you and your little friend are over with. Some people saw you fighting then ignoring one another at the club.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Plus, you’re too good for her. She’s boring, broke, and has a temper. Not to mention, no telling who else she’s fucked outside of Prince.”
“And yet I got her some jewelry and flowers. What I give you other than that nut I busted on ya ass earlier?”
“I heard it was over between y’all!” I cried, having no response to his question.
Chuckling, he responded, “Aye, check this out. I know it was Carter’s bitch ass who gave you that information ’cause he wanna fuck you, and I think you should give him a chance for even trying to help yo’ thirsty ass. Fuck with a nigga that gives a damn about you for a change, and don’t hit my muthafuckin line no more. And when you see Camarih, know that’s me, fighting or not.”
Click.
Feeling numb and humiliated, I took my ass home. And being pregnant, yet again, made this feeling even worse.
4
Tony Wacko
I had a delivery to one of my regulars, this rapper named Buck. He was pretty big in the game and a huge cokehead on top of the shit. He made me a lot of money though because the muthafucka partied all the time and every time he did, he hit me for some product.
I knew a lot of these rapper and singer niggas, but I never rolled up on their asses with my hand out. Not that I was against any type of assistance, because I wasn’t. I just felt artists couldn’t do shit for me. I wasn’t about to blow racks for a weak ass feature or clout chase none of these muthafuckas. Eitan was good enough to get shit popping on his own.
The people I was interested in were the ones up top, the muthafuckas making the most moves and running shit. You know, the managers, the radio niggas, and the songwriters who wrote catchy ass hooks.
That was the reason I even started Make A Killing. I could rap, but that wasn’t where most of the money was. The money was in ownership and being the CEO of yo’ shit.
“Welcome. The party is on the second level.” A bitch dressed like a housekeeper let me into the big ass mansion.
Every time I serviced Buck, he was partying in a new crib. Nigga spent money like it was growing in his fucking backyard.
I took the elevator to the second level, and before I was even off that shit, I heard the music bumping. The doors and walls were clear, so I could see how packed it was, full of all kinds of muthafuckas drunk off their asses, especially the females.
Not too much shit made me uncomfortable, but this type of shit did. I liked to get in and out ’cause a nigga didn’t know these hoes, so if they hollered rape or some shit, I was sure it’d be nothing to throw the nigga from Leimert Park, with a record, in jail for it.
“Right on time.” Buck rose up from the couch. He was surrounded by three half naked hoes, two of them bitches being white.
“Privacy for any exchanges; you know that,” I replied.
Buck nodded before excusing himself and leading me down the hallway.
We made the exchange, and like usual, there were no moves made until I counted up the money.
“I ’preciate you for always coming through, my nigga.” Buck fell back on his bed.
“Why you got a new crib every time I see yo’ ass?” I finished counting, bagging the money up.
“Just like to switch shit up.” He shrugged, hopping up from the bed with a smile.
“Nigga, I hope you saving some of that shit. Ignorant ass.”
“I probably should.” Again, he shrugged as we left the room.
On my way out, I spotted one of the biggest radio hosts in LA, this nigga named Kevin Garvey. He was sipping on champagne, with his old ass, whispering in some female’s ear that looked like she could be his fucking daughter.
Making my way over, I waited until she switched off before stepping to him.
“Tony.” I told him my name. “Aye, I’m gon’ get straight to it with no bullshit. I got an artist that I need you to play.”
“You know how many people walk up to me asking that same thing?” He sipped some more of his drink.
Before I could respond to this Milk Dud head ass nigga, the bitch he was flirting with rolled up with a drink, interrupting shit.
“Excuse me.” She tried to shove me, even though I was one hundred times bigger than her ass.
“Aye, keep ya fucking hands to yaself, aight?” I gripped her bicep and moved her ass off to the side, making her trip and spill her shit. “Go wipe the nut out the corners of ya mouth, and by the time yo’ ass is done, you can have this nigga back.”
She quickly put her hand over her mouth out of embarrassment and rushed off. When I turned my attention back to Kevin, he was smirking.
“Said your name w
as Tony?” He laughed, pointing at me.
“Yeah. People call me Tony Wacko though, or just Wacko. You ain’t been stroking yo’ dick or nothing like that, right?” I quizzed when he stuck his hand out.
“Absolutely not. Too many women here for that.”
“Had to ask.” I shook his hand.
“I’ll be at the station tomorrow at 8:30 a.m. Why don’t you meet me? Bring the song you want me to play. If I like it, I’ll spin it.”
“Aight, fasho.” I nodded, not able to help the grin that spread across my face. I knew he as gon’ fuck with Eitan’s shit. He’d worked hard on it and made all the adjustments I suggested. “Aye, what made you throw me a bone?” I called out when Kevin turned to walk off.
“You’re a true LA nigga. I can tell. Those are the ones I wanna help out.”
I said nothing as he continued off, starting up conversation with another young girl.
I grabbed one of the water bottles, made sure it was sealed, and then started toward the door so I could leave. As I did so, I passed the hoe with the white shit in the corners of her mouth, except now it was gone.
“Asshole.” She mumbled, so I reached my hand up like I was about to backhand her ass, and she jumped, making me laugh and pissing herself off.
Getting down to my car, I sat there for a minute, feeling excited about tomorrow. Eitan already had some local status, and thanks to social media, that shit had been increasing. This radio play would only intensify shit. I wasn’t gon’ say shit to him until after tomorrow morning when Kevin gave me the ‘okay’.
Although I had confidence in the track, niggas were into weird shit these days and didn’t necessarily wanna play or support what was good, but what was on trend. The last thing a nigga wanted to do was get Eitan’s hopes up.
I did wanna tell somebody though, and the first person that came to mind was Camarih. I didn’t have no fancy ass whip, not due to lack of funds, but priorities, so I couldn’t call her ass up through my fly ass GPS or whatever muthafuckas used these days.
Doing shit the old-fashioned way, I tapped her number in my iPhone, put it on speaker, then dropped the shit in my lap as I drove.
“Hello?”
“You was sleep, Buttascotch?”
“Yes, but you woke me up.”
“My bad, baby. I miss you.”
“Houston, what did you need? I hope it’s important, considering it’s 1 a.m.”
She was still upset I saw. I didn’t know why I thought she wouldn’t be when she hadn’t answered any of my fucking texts or calls since the night at the club.
“I need you.” I smirked when I heard her sigh.
“Well you’ve missed that opportunity, so find a replacement ASAP.” Sahe snapped.
“Opportunity?”
“Yes. It’s an opportunity to fuck with me, and you lost out. Now I’m about to hang up.”
“You know how hard you got my dick right now? Talking to me all crazy and shit like I won’t fuck you up.” I ran my tongue over my lips, thinking about her sitting on my face.
Click.
I dialed her ass right back as I approached the red light.
“What? I’m sleepy!”
“I got some shit to tell you. Calm the fuck down ’fore I pull up on that ass.”
“And do what? Get shanked?”
“Nah, eat yo’ pussy like the chicken dinner from Popeyes.”
“Nigga—”
“Aight. Aight. Listen, you know KG from RapTown radio, right?”
“Of course… and?”
I swear I was ready to smack the fuck out of this girl. Getting a muthafuckin attitude like I wasn’t almost twice her size.
“Well I’m meeting him tomorrow about radio play for the homie. I ain’t told him yet because I want the go-head from KG, but I had to tell somebody.” I pulled into my driveway finally.
“Wow, that’s dope. You have to let me know what he says so I can keep the radio on in case it plays.”
“If he agrees to spin the shit, we gotta celebrate.”
“We as in you and your friends, right? Not us.”
“Nah. I meant you and me. Fuck you mean ‘not us’?”
“What I mean is, I asked you at the club to choose to be with me or not fuck with me at all, and you chose the latter. What makes you think I’m gonna celebrate with you? We are not gonna be friends, Houston. I know you’re used to these other hoes who say one thing but have their legs cocked open once you call, but that’s not how it is over here. I left getting played when I left Prince.”
She was right. I was used to females like Joy and any other bitch I fucked on the regular. I paid their rah-rah shit no mind because I knew as soon as they saw a nigga, all that shit they were barking before would go right out the fucking window. Additionally, I didn’t really care if they meant what they said or not.
“I just met yo’ ass, and you want me to be yo’ nigga already!”
“No, I don’t. I want you to date me exclusively to give things a fair chance. If it doesn’t go well, then by all means, go back to rotating hoes.”
“Sound like the same shit to me.”
“Well it’s not. How can you really see if you’d wanna be with me or not, if you’re fucking random bitches?”
“Easy. And I don’t wanna be with no bitch, so I don’t gotta figure shit out.”
“Great. Now leave me alone.”
Click.
I sat in my car outside of my crib for a minute, not wanting to go inside that shit. I was yearning to spend time with Camarih, but I knew for sure her ass wasn’t gon’ come through. I had a couple other females I could hit up, but I wasn’t in the mood to just fuck. I wanted to chop it up, and Camarih was the only bitch I could do that shit with.
Joy didn’t have any real fucking goals in life, so conversing with her ass about the shit I wanted to talk about was like having a conversation with a brick wall. All she would do is nod, say something stupid, or constantly pick and pluck at her appearance to make sure I stayed attracted to her during the whole conversation.
Sighing, I cranked my shit back up and drove a few blocks until I got to Camarih’s spot. I loved the fact that her ass lived less than eight minutes away from a nigga.
I parked across the street, and then rushed over, slipping on the side of her house.
Hopping the gate, I crept by, then hooked a left to be at the back of the house. I put my face against the first window, peering through the small slit in the blinds, to see a desk with a bunch of empty jars lined up like military soldiers. This had to be Camarih’s room because those were the jars she used for her face products and shit.
I knocked lightly, and the bed creaked, so I knew she heard me. After a few seconds, I knocked again, and Camarih appeared shortly after.
“Houston.” She lifted the window, staring right at me. Because of my height, she and I were eye to eye since she was looking out of a slightly elevated window.
“Let me in.” I touched her chin, and she snatched away with the quickness, bumping her head.
“Ow!” She gripped the back as I laughed.
“That’s what yo’ mean ass get.”
“No, you cannot come in, loser!” She was still frowning due to the pain in her head.
“Aight.” I started climbing through the window, forcing her to back away. Once in, I shut the window down.
“What do you want?” She folded her arms. Her curly, golden hair was down, sweeping the tops of her shoulders, and she had on this thin ass silk-looking bra shit, with the matching little ass shorts, exposing her thick, buttery smooth thighs.
“I told you.” I pushed up on her, causing us both to fall onto her bed, with me on top and in between her legs. She smelled edible as fuck, the usual strawberry vanilla cream scent or whatever that shit was.
As I kissed on her neck, she attempted to push me off, so I pinned her wrists above her head.
“Tony, no. I’m not in the mood. I don’t wanna fuck you.”
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��Why?” I kissed her lips. Muthafuckas were soft as shit.
“Because I’m not the fuck buddy type. I only wanna have sex with a man I’m in a relationship with.”
I’d never in my life wanted to a fuck a female as badly as I wanted to fuck Camarih. Especially a female who I’d tried already.
“Please.” I started sucking her ear, her neck, bottom lip, and then her collarbone. “I miss fucking you, being inside you.”
By now, she was moaning, so without using my hands, I exposed her nipple and started to lick on that shit. She’d loosened up after a little while, so I removed the bra and then her shorts, since she wore no panties.
She stared up at me, looking sexy as shit as I took off my clothes, before coming back to stand between her legs. She was on the edge of the bed, so I was standing and ready to fucking go.
“Mmm.” We moaned in unison once I pushed my way inside.
Like always, it was warm and juicy with a snug ass fit. Gripping her hips, I started pounding her pussy, loving the way that shit sounded. I watched her pretty ass skin and body become covered in sweat, as my dick invaded her walls mercilessly. The way she looked up at me, giving me sex face after sex face, had me ready to nut already.
“Tony!” She cried, placing her hand on my abs as I beat the pussy up, feeling her gush every time I hit it deep. I was putting every single inch in her guts, biting down on my lip as she took that shit.
“So fucking fine.” I complimented her, enjoying the way her face twisted up as she creamed down my shaft. “You the prettiest when I’m fucking you, baby.”
I bent down to suck her lips and to give her a break, but after a few seconds, I rose back up to knock her shit out. Grabbing the front of her neck, I choked her lightly while also using that to hold her in place as I fucked the shit out of her. Her soft moans mixed with the sound of my dick plunging deeply into her sopping wet pussy was like a number one hit.
“Mmm.” Her voice trembled as she frowned, clenching her perfect teeth, while digging her nails into my arms.
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