When A Hood Legend Claims It All

by Belleza

  “I do. We have a truck coming in and I need to be there.”

  Part of it was because he knew I was still dealing with Jake. I never told him about the incident on campus, but Jake bothered him when I made it clear that I’d drop Jake for him in a heartbeat. Months of sneaking around and I was growing impatient. We both were grown and Mar would just have to accept the fact that Wesley was who wanted to be with.

  My heart fell to the bottom of my feet watching him walk away and peel out of the parking lot. This shit was more complicated than I thought.

  Mar

  “Shit! Mar! Not too rough.”

  Chelsea yelped digging her nails into my biceps as I drilled into her center with her legs spread eagle. Chelsea was a cougar I hit up from time to time. What was supposed to be just a business deal she wanted dick in return for her services which I gladly offered. Too be her age she was bad as fuck.

  Chelsea Rampey was Philadelphia Chief of Police, Leonard Rampey, wife. At fifty years old she put his two-hundred-thousand-dollar salary to use getting a body that would put any bitch body in Onyx to shame resembling the model Coco.

  Just like her husband had his secrets she did as well and hers consisted of young dick and coke since her man couldn’t get his shit up to please her mainly because pussy wasn’t his speed. Come to find out their marriage was only just for show, but whenever he took his vacation he was out with his secret lover on an island somewhere taking or giving pipe. It was information I didn’t need, but it was going to come in handy.

  She stayed in her husband's ear and just in case he got sick of her I had ammunition to make sure my business was always a success. Because of this, police turned a blind eye and my record was clean.

  Chief Rampey didn’t know what he was missing because his wife’s head game was vicious. Her pussy was mediocre at best but that sloppy toppy made up for it easily.

  She wanted some dick, so I figured I owed her a little something but was annoyed when it took her forever to nut. I was only supposed to be in and out and she had me working too hard.

  “Shut the fuck up and open your legs.”

  Assisting in helping to keep her long legs up in the air and spread open I pushed them back close to cantaloupe sized breast and pounded her quickly. Placing her fingers on her swollen pink clit, she rubbed until her legs shook and she howled loudly as her nut escaped her hole.

  Lucky for her my nut was at the tip of my dick. I pulled out and nutted on her breast and she moaned rubbing it in like lotion.

  Freaky bitch.

  I smiled remembering why I even bothered fucking her corny ass pussy. Most of the women I dealt with were freaky but very particular about certain shit. Chelsea on the other hand had no limits. I can shower her in my nut and she would roll around in it like a kid waking up to a snow day.

  Climbing off the bed, I went to the bathroom to go get myself cleaned so I could leave. When I returned to the bedroom Chelsea was still laying on the bed cheesing from ear to ear.

  “You know I like you,” she purred after taking a sip of the wine in her glass.

  “You love my dick.”

  “That too. But if I was your age, you’d be mine.”

  “Remember I got a couple trucks coming in, so make sure your husband keep his minions occupied,” I reminded her adjusting my dick in my jeans. Her eyes were on my crotch and she licked her lips probably wanting more but I was done with her. My dick probably catch a strain trying to get a nut up out of her dry ass pussy.

  I laughed because I knew that if she wasn’t beneficial or looked the way she looked she wouldn’t be in my line up.

  “So when the next time I’m going to see you.”

  “Soon,” I replied and she climbed off the bed to give me a hug and kissed my cheek missing my lips by a quarter of an inch.

  I felt bad because she was thirsty for the love the man she married never gave her, but I wasn’t about to fill that void.

  Leaving the Ritz Carlton, I checked my phone and saw that I had a few hours to get some rest before I was out for the night to celebrate Wesley’s twenty fifth birthday. Even though I didn’t care to attend, I was still going to go. He must’ve sensed I was thinking about the shit because he was on my line. I bust out laughing answering the phone.

  “My spidey senses were tingling. I hope you don’t leaving me hanging man, a nigga only turn 25 once,” he said after I stopped laughing.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I was just about to head home to get some sleep before then.”

  “A’ight bet,” Wes said and I ended the call.

  ***

  Open bar, free food and entry to Xfinity Live was all that was needed to bring the city out along with the fact that we were out celebrating. There was a maximum of six thousand people that could enter the building and I was pretty sure the max was met by how packed it was inside of the club. Outside of the club had hordes of people that were waiting around in hopes to be able to enter.

  It was crazy because this was a last-minute word to mouth event and the turnout was insane. It proved me and my boys were a big ass deal.

  Per usual ,we sat in our VIP section vibing out. The birthday boy himself couldn’t enjoy his time because of his girl Kesha was on his line while a shawty sat on his lap with two on each side of him. They had some back and forth shit going on for the past two years. It was obvious he didn’t want her because he always had other females around. He didn’t take them as serious as he took her, but they were still there.

  Our lives were similar, but I wouldn’t waste my time or anyone else’s knowing I wanted to live freely. Cheating was too much work which is why I didn’t get why Wes decided to be in a relationship.

  “Yeah… well you ain’t want to come. Fuck you want me to do? Leave my own party?...look I ain’t about to keep yelling over this music. I’ll see you later.”

  Wes ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

  “I don’t know how you do it,” I told him after blowing smoke into the air.

  “Shit, I don’t know either. It used to be fun, but now she just a fucking headache.”

  “She ain’t for you bro,” Ken added reaching out for the blunt we had in rotation.

  “They ain’t for each other,” I added and Ken agreed even though he couldn’t talk because he didn’t have a committed bone in his body.

  They were my niggas but I was learning from them what not to do. My father always preached to me about having the right woman, but information hit you differently when you witnessed it rather than hearing it.

  “If you don’t want her let her go. You stressing yourself out holding onto something that’s dead.”

  “He can’t, the pussy gotta be too good,” Ken said laughing and making Wes angry.

  “Chill with that. That’s still my girl.”

  The woman on his lap looked at him like he was crazy so he ended up pushing her up off his lap. She stumbled and walked away mumbling under her breath. The one right next to him took her place immediately. The shit was sad at what women accepted just to get close to us. Ive seen alot of shit and probably hurt many feelings, but it just came with the territory because these women were annoying.

  Getting up from the couch, I headed towards the bathroom to rid my body of all the liquor I’ve been drinking since I arrived.

  It was just my luck I made it to the bathroom without much distractions. I relieved myself washed my hands and headed back towards our section.

  My eyes landed on a familiar face and I smirked taking her body in the cut out yellow dress. It made her smooth brown skin glow under the club lights.

  Corryn always been gorgeous. Even as an awkward teenager, but now she was on a different level where her beauty was unmatched. I told myself I was going to fall back from her, but that was a difficult task when I was drawn by her.

  Switching paths, I made my way over to her and the woman I recognized from her shop. The closer I approached her I picked up on her nervous energy as she shif
ted in her heels, pulling her straight hair behind her ear and taking a sip of her drink that looked watered down from the ice that melted because she probably was baby-sitting it all night.

  Once she was in arms reach, I pulled her body close to me with my hands at the small of her back and kissed her neck. The softness of her body and sweet almond scent had my dick brick.

  “I ain’t think I’d run into you again,” I told her pulling back just a bit so I could look into her almond shaped eyes. My tongue ran over my lips thinking about tasting every inch of her.

  “Same here.”

  “You and ya girl should come chill with me and my people. I’m sure those crunched up toes can take a break,” I joked looking at her feet. It was semi dark so I really couldn’t see them. I’m sure her toes were on point being as though she owned a salon.

  “Don’t play yaself!” she giggled covering her beautiful smile. “My toes are pretty and not crunched up.”

  I had to be drunk out of my mind because I was staring at her like she was a rare piece of art I ran across.

  “Mar! I was looking for you.”

  I snapped out of my gaze when I felt someone tugging on my arm and locked eyes with Natalia who focused on Corryn. It was Natalia’s fashion to make a scene like I was her estranged boyfriend.

  Sucking her teeth, Corryn tried to move out of my embrace, but I held tight. Natalia looked sick as shit because her antics wasn’t stopping no show.

  “I don’t know why,” I told her. “It’s a club full of niggas and you in my face. You see I’m busy.”

  “You’re always busy until you ready for some pussy.”

  Corryn chuckled under her breath and managed to move away from me after her once comfortable body went rigid. I let her go to avoid conflict between the two. Once she was gone, I stepped around Natalia’s nut ass to head back to my section.

  Her spiteful ass knew exactly what she was doing. She knew not to come my way with no shit because I was bound to snap on her so she went about her business.

  I tried my best to have a good time, but my mind was occupied on finding Corryn again. I was in a club full of bitches and could’ve gotten a few to take home with me, but I was willing to pass all that up to see her again.

  Trina

  “Wait… was that Amare?! It’s Wesley’s party. I’m sure he can get us into his section,” I approached Sharita and Corryn as I adjusted my dress.

  I wasn’t thrilled about tagging along with them two, but I figured it’d be a good idea to especially since my rent was due and I could use some new bags and shoes to add to my wardrobe.

  What better place to be to make sure I can secure a bag than at a club? There was nothing but niggas with some money, but the jackpot was Amare and his homies. I didn’t care which one I got. I made my rent money already. Amare, Wesley, or Kenton could buy that new Gucci bag I had my eye on for a while.

  “He offered for us to go up there. This one doesn’t want to go,” Sharita threw out there making me screw my face up at her. Of course Ms. Too Good would deny some shit like that.

  “Now why would you do that?! Everyone doesn’t live at home with a man that hands out money like candy.”

  They both eyed me and I smacked my lips crossing my arms over my chest. It was the wrong approach to use but it was true. She came to sip on a drink and be Sharita’s wing man, while this was my hustle, well, one of them.

  “I don’t care to be around Amare and his hoes,” she responded sipping her Martini.

  “And you don’t gotta be. They have a whole VIP section, full of niggas I may add. Aren’t you tired of standing and people running into you? You can take a seat and look cute.”

  Corryn eyed her sidekick Sharita who shrugged her shoulders. She reluctantly agreed and we made our way to their section. I took the lead telling the bouncer at the ropes that Amare invited my cousin. After confirming it with Amare, we were granted access.

  Amare looked as if he didn’t want to be bothered, and Wes was covered in bitches, so I went over to Kenton who was standing and turning up a bottle of D'usse.

  I covered my hand over the bulge in his Balmain jeans making him stop the flow of liquor and stare at me with his hazy eyes.

  “If you ain’t about to put it in ya mouth, keep ya hands off.”

  His chinky eyes scanned me from head to toe. I made sure to poke my hip out as he got a good look at the red tube dress I had on. As he looked me over, I noticed how sexy he was now eager to make a couple dollars and have some fun with him.

  Had I known Amare’s homies were just as good looking and paid as he was I wouldn’t have been so pressed.

  “I had to make sure it was worth being put in my mouth,” I shot back causing a grin to turn up on his face.

  “Word?”

  My heart was racing from the jackpot I was about to hit. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

  With one hand holding the bottle, he pulled me into him and guided me to a corner with his hand massaging my ass.

  “Damn, you bad as shit,” he said kissing my bare shoulder.

  “You ain’t too bad yaself.”

  “So what that mouth do?”

  I looked at him like he was crazy and he just raised his eyebrows at me like I was as well.

  “Right here?”

  “Yeah. Where else? Nobody ain’t paying us no mind. Everyone is drunk and having a good time.”

  I was backed against the wall with his body pushed up tight on me. I wanted to protest but the thought of the bag I was securing had me throwing caution to the wind.

  Placing my hand on his chest, I moved him back to give me room to drop to my knees, unbuckled the Ferragamo belt that held up his pants, and slipped my hands into his boxers.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” he cheered me on.

  Kenton’s dick was long and thick just how I liked it. I pulled his package out and licked my lips at the sight of his dick hoping it will be an option for me to sit on a few times a week. Consistent dick was consistent money which meant I didn’t need a job to get a paycheck. I couldn’t wait for the day I didn’t have to punch Corryn’s clock and stunt on her ass.

  With his dick in my mouth, I went to work, making it sloppy and wet as I sucked on his mushroom tip head and jacked him off with my hand. His dick was big as shit, but I was determined to make sure I got every inch of it in my mouth thinking about my potential earnings.

  As I bobbed up and down, Kenton took a handful of my Malaysian curly hair. If it was anyone else, they would’ve gotten cursed out, but with the amount of money he had Kenton could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d take it.

  Once he was near his nut, he moved fast making it almost impossible for me to keep up. My eyes watered and I nearly gagged as he fucked my mouth hard.

  “You better take all this shit too.”

  He grunted as he filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I stood to my feet. He took a step back away from me and turned up the bottle again as he adjusted himself.

  He looked like he was about to walk off which caused my eyebrows to snap together. I quickly reached for his arm to stop him.

  “My money?”

  “What?”

  Was this nigga kidding me?

  “I don’t suck dick for free. In the corner at that.”

  “There’s a first time for everything. I ain’t hire you to put my dick in ya mouth.” My eyes bulged and he laughed turning up the bottle. “I see why you charge though. That shit was crazy.”

  Kenton ambled off and I stood with my mouth to the floor completely appalled. Here I was counting my money and ain’t earn a dime. What made matters worse is that Sharita was looking at me with her legs crossed and an amused smirk on her face while Corryn’s stuck up ass looked embarrassed.

  Shooting daggers their way, I stormed out of the section and went straight to the bar on the main floor. Pissed was an understatement but I couldn't blame nobody but myself. I no
rmally took money up front but I was so money hungry and star struck that I ain’t even care to ask.

  Ordering another Long Island, I thought about my next move. My rent was covered which was a measly five hundred dollars for the studio I was renting in my hood. It was going for seven hundred dollars a month but after fucking the landlord I got him to bring it down to five hundred dollars. Crazy thing about it, he wanted pussy all the time, but fuck I look like giving up sex and still paying rent? Trust me, I tried but he was a cheap muhfucka that clearly liked money more than good pussy.

  Handing the bartender the money for my drink, I scrolled through my instagram as I contemplated my next move. The party was live, but the men were slim to none. Since it was Wesley’s party it was mainly bitches trying to get close to one of them.

  Just as I was thinking to call it a night, I got a text message that only meant money and good dick. My account was overdrawn to order an Uber, but the money I had on hand was definitely going to be used to get where I needed to be.

  ***

  “Did you put the bag in your locker this time?” he asked me just as I slid in the passenger seat of his car.

  “Yes,” I responded tossing the keys to the salon in bag. It came in handy for times like this. You would think since I was her best friend she would’ve given me a set on her own for just in case purposes. You could bet and believe Sharita had her own set. It was all good though because I knew where her loyalty was and since it wasn’t with me, I had none for her.

  Pitt needed a real woman like me. I helped cook up his drugs and stashed them for him when shit got hot in his other locations. I was truly the Bonnie to his Clyde and couldn’t wait to make our relationship official. Corryn couldn’t handle him which was why he was always trying to get between my legs every chance he got. She walked around the shop as if she had life all figured out, but she ain’t know the half of it.

  “Are you sure she doesn’t go through y’all lockers? I can’t risk going through that shit with her again. I have enough going on,” Pitt complained.