Ghetto Girls 5

by Anthony Whyte

  “You’ve gotta use a condom. This time it’s for real,” Deedee firmly said.

  “Babe, it’s early I’ll get it later,” Reggie said, kissing her softly. “But I don’t need a condom to do this,” he continued and immediately flipped her over.

  Before Deedee could protest she felt his tongue on her clit. Reggie sucked at her pussy lips and Deedee’s muscles relaxed, and her juices flowed.

  “Oh no…” she moaned. Her sounds faded to unintelligibly uttering as Reggie’s tongue penetrated deep inside her. “Uh… Oh ugh…”

  She felt her legs kicking involuntary and Deedee grabbed his head. She pulled at his hair and a scream gurgled in her throat.

  “Oh please oh please stop…Oh no…”

  Reggie kept munching and sucking. His fingers tickled the entrance to her asshole sending shivers all through Deedee’s spine. Her body wiggled and she held on tightly to Reggie’s head and exploded in his face.

  “Ooh… Ooh… Ah… Ah… Oh yes!”

  Deedee’s naked body opened like a flower and Reggie hovered over her, kissing and sucking her nectar. He licked his lips heartily a combination of his sweat mixing with her juices filled his palate. Reggie wanted more and tried to shove his hard dick into her, but again she moved her legs and blocked him.

  “You did that shit last night, and that was on me. You’re not gonna get anymore unless you get a condom.”

  “Your uncle don’t got any stashed—”

  “What? Reggie go to the store and get a pack. Or you’ll be going home without getting anymore. I swear!”

  “A’ight cool, I’ll do what you say. But babe, how am I gonna get to the store? I don’t have a car, and you gave what’s-her-name your ride.”

  “I gave Kim my car to get home. Also to take your shit-talking friend, Tina outta my head,” Deedee said and hopped out of the bed.

  Reggie’s eyes closely followed her nude body to the window, and back between the sheets. Deedee smiled at him and said, “Uncle Eric’s Jag’s there. If you promise not to wreck it. Then Reggie you may use it to go to the store.”

  “Do you have the directions to one that’s open this early?”

  “It’s seven in the morning. It’s not that early. Stay on this road, and you can’t miss the small shopping district with a service station.”

  “In a Jag that should be about five minutes,” Reggie playfully smiled.

  “Boy, just go to the store and don’t you wreck my uncle’s car.”

  “Where are the keys…?”

  Deedee got out of the bed and went outside. A few minutes later, she returned to the room and said, “Check inside the car. Uncle E more than likely left them there.”

  “Damn, ain’t he scared that someone breaks into the garage and steals it…? I mean, that ride probably worth some dough.”

  “Yeah, but that’s my uncle for you. He believes in playing it like that. So far all the cars have been safe. There’s always someone here working or whatever.”

  “I hear you. But sometimes it’s better to be safe than sorry,” Reggie said, and quickly stole a kiss. Before walking out, he turned around and asked, “Dee, do you need anything…?”

  Deedee smiled before responding. She grinned as she said, “You’re thoughtful, huh? Cool… Surprise me with some candy.”

  “I will do that,” he smiled.

  He kissed her again before walking out. This time he stared deep into Deedee’s soft brown eyes and gently touched her lips with his. She pulled him close to her breasts and kissed him hungrily, moving her tongue against his. The ferocity of her passion consumed him causing Reggie to fall on top of her. He held her close, until his breath came in gasps. Mustering enough strength, Reggie managed to push away from Deedee’s captivating presence.

  “Hold onto that for now. I’ll be back soon,” he smiled.

  “Be back soon,” she smiled, blowing him a kiss.

  He ran out the room and was heading down the stairs. Reggie saw that there was someone in the mansion cleaning and he kept it moving. Pushing the door open, Reggie was off running through a long driveway and ended up close to the garage on the far side.

  Deedee chuckled from her window watching him run. He opened the door and gave her the thumbs up. She smiled that he had spotted her watching him. Deedee was about to walk away from the window when the loud explosion rocked the entire mansion.

  The morning sky had erupted into golden flames as soon as Reggie closed the door and turned on the ignition. Deedee’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped opened but no sound came. The car had exploded. She found herself pointing and staring at the fire and pieces of the car that had blown off in the explosion. The fire raged and alarms went off. Neighbors were running from their homes. Deedee lost control and started screaming.

  Eric awoke from a very deep slumber. After stretching for a few minutes, he lazily hobbled to the bathroom. He turned on a television screen, and stared blankly at the morning’s stock report. A few minutes later, he emerged wearing Polo bathrobe, and walked to the kitchen. Eric turned on the coffee pot and listened silently to the radio.

  The fusion sound of Guru and Donald Byrd played. The evocative mixture of Hip Hop and Jazz rang out from his stereo. Eric had toast and coffee while the music played on. He was soon dressed, and remembering what Sophia had said last night, Eric dialed his attorney. The man answered immediately.

  “Good morning, Eric.”

  “Good morning, how’s it going?”

  “Well, we have another two weeks before the court date. So we should be seeking to find out exactly how much a settlement will cost you…”

  “Sophia mentioned that they have someone who could place me at one of the murders… probably this con man they called Rightchus.”

  “I don’t know… I know they have police following you at all times. So be real careful…”

  “Tell me something else,” Eric said, smiling.

  “Turn on your television… I think they’re talking about your place in the Hamptons…”

  “Ok but I gotta take this!” Eric said, tossing the cell phone from his hand.

  He picked up another. Then another cell phone started ringing. Eric threw the other on his bed.

  “Yes…” he answered and listened intently. Then he added, “Deedee’s alright? Okay. I’m on my way there right now.”

  He raced out the front of the building and jogged to his car. Eric jumped inside and paused for a beat. He slowly got out and placed a call on his cell phone. A few minutes later a tow truck pulled up and the Maybach left on the back of a flatbed. A black limousine pulled up and Eric hopped inside.

  Police along with fire and other emergency vehicles were everywhere. A complete hour had elapsed by the time Eric arrived at his East Hampton mansion. His heart raced when he saw the burnt car, and the stench of barbecued flesh lingered. An officer lumbered over to him.

  “Are you Ascot?” the officer asked.

  “Yes I am,” Eric answered.

  “Follow me, sir.”

  Eric walked behind the officer, checking out the burnt Jaguar. There were pieces all over the front of the house.

  “Do you know the young man who was driving?” Without pausing for an answer, the officer continued. “From the tidbits we got from your niece, we were able to determine that his name was Reggie and he worked with you in your studio.”

  “Yes,” Eric somberly answered.

  He scoped the area again and again. Glass windows were shattered and parts of the garage were burnt. There were minimal structural damages, but a human life had been lost. Again Eric vowed to sell the place.

  “I guess we’ll talk some more,” the officer said, handing Eric his card.

  “May I go and see my niece?”

  “Yes, sure. She’s inside with a doctor. We’ll be here investigating and will find you if we have further questions. By the way, do you have any idea who might want to kill you?”

  Eric stared at the officer for a few beats. He scratched h
is head as if searching for the right answer. Shaking his head, Eric Ascot continued inside the house. An older man greeted him.

  “It was me who called you Mr. Ascot.”

  “Thanks, what happened?”

  “We covered the party like you asked us to and Deedee had a young man and two other women here after everyone left. This morning, we checked the grounds and everything seemed okay. I came inside just as the young man was running out. I told him I work here, and he told me he was a friend of Deedee’s. He continued on his way and then he got inside the Jaguar. And boom—the car exploded as soon as he turned the ignition on.”

  “It was meant for me. I took the Maybach, but I had had the Jag for a few days now.”

  “Somebody set an explosive device, maybe from the city…”

  “How’s Deedee?”

  “Shaken, but she’s doing better. The doctor gave her a sedative. She’s in her room recuperating. We’re going to clean up and make sure everything is restored.”

  “Thanks,” Eric said, nodding and walking away.

  He went to Deedee’s room and found her resting in her bed. Eric moved closer and sat next to the bed. He watched his sleeping niece for a few minutes. Eric walked to the window and stared out to where the explosion had taken place. His brows furrowed into a deep trench of concerns. He glanced at Deedee when she spoke.

  “Uncle E, it was awful,” she said.

  Eric went back over to her, and held her tightly in a loving embrace. He was happy that she was alive and wanted to hear what happened, but what mattered was that she was all right. Squeezing her tighter, Eric said, “I’m soo happy you’re alright. I can’t afford to lose you, Dee.”

  23

  Coco fixed her backpack and plugged her headphones into her ears. She closed the door and locked it. Then motoring down the stairs in rapid fashion, she walked out. It was a squally, humid day and they were outside. The early worms from her building were all over the front of the place. Some were carrying coffee cups, others eating food, and drinking bottled water. Nearly all were smoking and escaping the cramped confines of their apartments.

  “Hey Coco, your friend was on TV this morning,” someone said. He was standing over the fire hydrant with a large wrench.

  “Oh word?”

  “Word up…” he said, too busy opening the hydrant.

  “I’ll call her and see what’s up,” Coco said, easing into her bop. She couldn’t wait to get to the studio and wasn’t waiting around for the hydrant to be fully opened.

  She was into her bop and disappearing into rush of the subway station. It was time for the studio, and she had been yearning to get there since visiting her mother in the hospital. The train came and she sat listening to her headphones, but her mind stayed on her mother’s condition. Coco was soon walking out of the subway, and rolling up to the doors of the studio. She saw Deedee’s black BMW parked outside, suggesting that Deedee could be already upstairs. Coco rode the elevator upstairs and as soon as she got off, her jaw dropped.

  “Good morning. Who are you here to see?” A police officer asked, greeting Coco.

  “I’m an artist and I’m here to record a—”

  “Stand over there, Miss,” the officer said, rudely interrupting Coco. “The recording studio is closed until further notice,” he continued.

  “Huh…? What? You for real, yo?”

  The agent walked away without responding. Coco glanced around and saw that there were agents everywhere, and they were removing everything out Eric’s office. She was placed in an area next to Kim and Tina. Coco looked suspiciously at them.

  “We got here like you and found the feds here taking shyt!” Kim said, throwing up her hands.

  “Where’s Deedee?”

  “She damn sure ain’t here,” Tina chuckled. “Karma is a bitch—last night she taking my shit, and today feds taking her shit,” Tina said dryly.

  Coco saw Tina smoking and standing behind Kim. Tina’s frown of resentment left Coco guessing. There was a pause and the girls sized each other up. Tina staring at Coco’s furrowed brow, and Kim looking the teen up and down.

  “I like your outfit,” Kim said. “Them Gucci sneaks is happenin’, right Tina?”

  “They a’ight,” Tina said after a beat.

  “They the same ones I thought you said you wanted when you had some money and shyt,” Kim said.

  “They a’ight, but too many people wearing ‘em now and I don’t particularly have a shoe fetish like some peeps I know.”

  “Hmm, hmm, anyways… Dee was home in the Hamptons last night. Reggie took me and Kim and some other peoples over there to her pool party and shyt,” Kim said.

  “You never got the memo, Coco? Maybe, she didn’t invite any ghetto girls,” Tina laughed.

  Coco stopped looking around for Deedee, and directed her attention at Tina. Smirking, she pulled out her cell phone. She flipped through the directory and dialed. Coco turned her back to the Kim and Tina before speaking into her cell phone.

  “What da fuck is up, yo?”

  “What? You just heard about the shit that happened this morning?”

  “What shit that happened? When this morning?”

  “Coco, I’m your friend and if something goes wrong with you I wanna know immediately and vice versa.”

  “That’s why I’m calling, yo. The police are at the studio and they are taking papers, pens, computers—”

  “What? Coco, are you sure?”

  “I’m here at the studio right now. Me and them two, uh, chicks… Oh they were driving your car? I thought you were here in the studio… You out in L.I., and what happened? Get da fuck outta here. Dee, you better tell your uncle they just removing shit and they ain’t saying shit to nobody… They just taking shit and writing receipts.”

  “Shit Coco! I’m with my uncle now… Sit tight. We’re on our way.”

  “Okay, yo. I’ll see you in a few.”

  They stood around watching the officers tagging and removing every piece of equipment, from Ascot’s office. The officers routinely glanced at them while binging out equipment, including computers, telephones and fax machines. Coco lit a cigarette and started humming the lyrics to a song playing on her headphones. An officer soon cautioned her.

  “I think this is a no-smoking area, Miss. So please put it out.”

  Coco glanced at him as if in protest, and slowly took her headphones off. She took a drag, and crushed the cigarette with her Pradas. Both Kim and Tina, standing next to her, scrutinized the rebellious nature of Coco. They also appreciated the fact that the officer had spoken to Coco and not them. In that one moment, they shared that certain insolence in Coco. She never mentioned Tina had been smoking.

  “You too, Miss,” he said, pointing at Tina.

  “I like your shoes,” Tina said to Coco. “They’re nice.”

  Coco stared at her then at Kim and said nothing. She nodded at both and went back to singing along with the music playing in her headphones.

  “…Said it to you once show it to you twice

  Life of a ghetto girl’s tougher than dice…”

  The teen turned and saw a smile on Kim’s lips. She was also singing the lyrics. Coco returned the smile.

  “You know this song, already yo?”

  “Yeah, you and Reggie been working on it so much and you know the hook is catchy and shyt.”

  “You’ve got a cool voice. You sing?”

  “Blow her away with a song!” Tina immediately shouted.

  “No, I’m ’a sing the hook from her song…” Kim said and let her voice trail. Then she launched into the song with so much gusto that even Coco was amazed.

  Dreaming how I started out on shoestring diet

  Wing and a prayer got me a musical connect

  Getting ready to rumble championship fights…

  Rocketing nonstop to the top I’ll never drop…

  This ball still here shooting at starlights

  Out during day and night running my laps

/>   Rhymes I write are tougher than dice…

  Eric and Deedee got off the elevator with great haste. Eric headed directly to an officer.

  “Who’s in charge here?” he asked one of the officers, who pointed to another person.

  “He’s over there.”

  “You’ve gotta speak with my lawyer first!” Eric shouted, approaching the man.

  Then Deedee noticed Coco standing between Kim and Tina, and she raced toward them.

  “Really…? This is soo hood for y’all to be standing around and fussing with each other when this shit is going down!” Deedee shouted. “How could y’all be so inconsiderate,” she said, glancing at the look of bewilderment on the faces of Coco, Kim and Tina.

  “Soo hood…? What’cha talking ‘bout, yo…?”

  “Yeah, that was soo yesterday. What the hell is eating you…?” Tina asked.

  “Ain’t nobody fussing up in here but them feds and shyt,” Kim added. “We’re on to Tougher Than Dice.”

  “Coco’s new song is a banger!” Tina said. “I like what Kim did to it. She sang that to death.”

  Deedee lowered her voice and stared in disbelief at Coco, Kim and Tina. Then she said, “You guys weren’t about to throw down then…?” Deedee’s voice trailed and her eyes narrowed. “It’s just that I saw y’all, and I know about the beef between y’all…”

  “No, Kim was singing my song and she was killing it, yo.”

  “Yeah, she definitely bodied that song!” Tina said, and high-fived Kim.

  “Ok, my bad… So y’all haven’t heard then?”

  “No, we haven’t heard nada ‘cept from the feds, yo.”

  “Heard what…?” Kim asked.

  “Yeah, what…?” Tina echoed.

  “Someone set a bomb underneath my uncle’s Jaguar…”

  “The Jaguar’s blown up? That’s an expensive ass ride,” Tina said, shaking her head. “Whole lotta money went up in flames.”

  “Shyt, at least your uncle’s good.”

  “Yeah, my uncle’s good.”

  “Hmm, hmm, he’s over there right now arguing with them feds, so thank God he didn’t get hurt,” Kim said, staring in Eric’s direction. She turned back and looked at Deedee.