My Baby Is a West Coast King

by Shvonne Latrice

  Cassie was rocking a red tube top and skirt set, with matching red stilettos. Her long hair was in a high ponytail, her makeup was flawless, and she opted for gold accessories. Rita kept it simple with just a black strapless dress, and black heels. Her wild fire red curly hair was loose like always, and her makeup was on point too.

  “Now, before we go in, remember, Cardio is off limits,” Rita reminded us, making me roll my eyes. I didn’t know who the fuck she thought I was. I didn’t want Cardio, but she was not the Queen Bee of this group, so I didn’t need her shouting out orders before we walked in like she was Regina George.

  “Bitch, please,” I said, prompting Cassie to laugh with a dropped jaw. We hooked arms as we came up the sidewalk, nearing the entrance of the studio.

  “I’m just saying,” Rita chuckled, trying to cover it up like she was joking.

  The three of us walked up to the entrance of the studio, and then down the hall to the right door. Rita knocked, and after getting Cardio to come up and say we were cool, some short rotund nigga let us in.

  The studio room was dark, filled with smoke, loud music, and about four or five bitches dancing in niggas’ laps. I watched Rita push some hoe out of Cardio’s face, which was kind of funny since she had the nerve to tell us not to touch him. Clearly, Cassie and I were the least of her worries. These niggas weren’t shit, so there was no need to be fighting over them. She’d learn that soon enough.

  Cassie and I made ourselves a drink using the Patrón and juice in the room, and then found us a seat. As we bobbed our heads to the music, making conversation with part of Cardio’s thirsty crew, I began to feel bummed. I guess Mischief had found other plans for the night. And shit, who knows, he probably wasn’t even Mischief; how would Cassie know? She was from up north. He could have been some random nigga just fighting on the street. The nickname fit him so well though.

  “Damn, baby, so what you about?” this dude asked me, mouth full of gold.

  “My money,” I replied, as Cassie laughed.

  “Me too, baby,” he licked his lips as he eyed my body. “So how about we get money together then.”

  “Nah, I’m good.”

  “Awwwwwwwww!!!” the room roared, laughing at the guy’s expense. The only dude on my mind right now was psycho nigga from earlier.

  Suddenly, the door opened, and some tall light-skinned guy with dreads appeared, making both Cassie and I stare in admiration. My eyes immediately went behind him though because I recognized that deep, sexy, commanding voice. He was here.

  Mischief, or whomever he was, walked in, talking on his iPhone and looking good as hell. I closed my eyes as his cologne hit my nose; it smelled that good. Just watching him handle his business had me turned on all over again. Behind him was another guy with deep caramel skin, low facial hair, and pretty short curly hair. They all had the same sexy lips and semi broad noses, so I assumed they were all brothers like Cassie said.

  The studio was dark, but the computers and equipment lights lit up the room enough for me to see Mischief’s fine ass. He was a big nigga, tall and muscular, and so were his brothers.

  Mischief was scary but sexy. Those eyes, that beard, that stature was just too much for a young Midwest girl to bear. If this was how West Coast niggas looked, I was definitely here to stay.

  The way the women watched him lustfully as he smoothly walked to his seat at the soundboard was amazing to me. It was like they were captivated by him, while trying to be noticed. The dudes in the room were straightening up in their seats, and speaking to him as he eyed the room, taking silent note of who was there. It was crazy to see how people’s behavior changed upon Mischief entering.

  “Aye, peep game. If y’all wanna stay up in here, y’all gone have to shut the fuck up while we record, aight?” Mischief finally hung up his phone and announced to the room. Everyone nodded and mumbled simultaneously. I mean, I doubt anyone wanted it with his ass. “That means you too, baby girl.” He looked dead at me, giving me that same cocky smirk before licking his lips at the sight of my body.

  Good Lord!!

  I rolled my eyes but had to look away because I was smiling. When I turned back to him, he was doing something with the soundboard as Cardio walked into the booth. We could see him through the big glass window.

  Cardio was pretty handsome too. He was about six feet, chubby, chocolate, and had a long beard. You could tell he thought he was every bitch’s dream, and clearly so did Rita.

  “Aye, come sit next to me for a second,” Mischief called out, eyes on the soundboard still before he finally turned to look dead at me. I swear my heart stopped beating.

  “Me?” I pointed into my chest, fresh acrylic about to puncture my collarbone.

  He simply nodded slowly, with his sexy lips tucked in as his eyes danced all over my frame for the hundredth time.

  Rising to my feet, I looked down at Cassie who shrugged then sucked her teeth at some thirsty nigga trying to whisper in her ear. As I walked to him, I felt myself shaking almost, and my palms were drenched. I was surprised they weren’t dripping. I sat down in the swivel chair next to him, and he pulled me closer so that we were shoulder to shoulder, hitting me with his sexy cologne.

  “I wanna make sure you’re following my rules, and that means keeping a better eye on you,” he said, moving the knobs on the mixer. His face was serious so I didn’t know if he was joking or not.

  “Mischief, what the fuck—” some pretty girl got up off of the couch and approached us. She stopped talking when he looked up at her sternly, before he turned his attention back to the soundboard.

  Damn! This nigga can shut bitches up with a look? I thought.

  The girl just went and sat back down on the leather couch, looking like she wanted to run out the studio and cry.

  “Laine, right?” Mischief quizzed and I just nodded.

  Mischief

  As I sat next to this pretty ass girl, I couldn’t help but think how badly I wanted to get this recording session over with so I could get all in her space. Earlier I wanted to knock her ass out, but when I crossed that street and got a good look at that fucking body, those lips, and them long sexy legs, my whole mind frame changed. Just earlier I was on some tunnel vision shit, but I wouldn’t mind making time for her fine ass. And I knew the pussy was fire. I knew it.

  “Okay, C, do that shit one more time but just a bit tighter. It’s a little sloppy right now,” I said, before starting the beat over. Cardio simply nodded and got ready to spit his second verse.

  Leaning back in my chair, I glanced to my left at this beautiful ass specimen next to me. Her skin was glowing like crazy, to the point where I’m sure if I cut all this shit off, she’d light up the room. Her lips were big, but I liked that shit. Couldn’t wait to suck on them and see them wrapped around my dick. And her body, man, don’t even get me started. Her frame was small and shapely; slim thick. She had hips, ass, thighs, tits, and a sexy flat stomach. She smelled like nutty brown sugar, which was suddenly my favorite scent.

  “What?” she looked to me, frowning her pretty ass face. She was a mean one, but I liked that shit too. Wasn’t nothing better than making a mean girl beg for mercy while you beat the pussy up.

  I just shook my head to say ‘nothing’, before turning my attention back to Cardio, who was going in. When he was done, we did three more tracks, and after that, it was time to drink, smoke, and have a good time for a second.

  Hit the club, leave the club, duck off, have sex on them. Ho! Big mo, t-rex on 'em. I need a bad bitch, don't want no leftovers…

  “Party” by DJ Mustard came on, so some of the girls started to get up and dance, including Laine. I watched her move her body for a little bit, feeling my dick make a tent out of my jeans. Pulling her into my lap, she froze, but then started fucking it up just like I wanted. She wasn’t the shy type.

  She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling while biting her plump bottom lip when she felt my dick against her nice round ass. She started grinding har
der in my lap, making me feel like I was gonna nut in my pants, and once I touched her exposed back, she got up, laughing at me. I couldn’t do anything but smile as I gripped her waist and brought her closer to me. She stood between my legs with her small hands on my shoulders, as I just scanned the perfection that she was while letting my thumbs glide up and down her flat stomach.

  I could feel Mendi staring at me since she was sitting on the couch behind where Laine and I were, but she’d better not make a move.

  As I pulled my hands from Laine’s waist, I felt my phone buzz.

  Mendi: Really?

  I simply locked my phone and slipped it back into my pocket. Tonight wasn’t Mendi’s night, so therefore she got none of my attention. That was how I always operated.

  “Come on,” I said, standing up and taking Laine out of this studio room and into the one next door. I used this one sometimes too, but the one we were in before was my main bitch.

  “We are not about to fuck,” she spat as soon as I closed the door behind us.

  “Man, sit yo’ feisty ass down. If I wanted to fuck you right now, I would ask you what was up. I don’t beat around the bush for shit I want.”

  “Then why are we over here? If you kill me, my friend Cassie will know it was you.”

  “Baby, I’m not gonna kill you, just sit down, please.” I softened my tone because I could see that she was low-key afraid.

  She hesitated, but then we both sat down at the mixer. I pulled her chair closer to mine so that she was in between my legs, and then I gripped her smooth thighs. They felt like butter, and as I stared at them, I imagined them being wrapped around my neck.

  “You’re very good at what you do,” she spoke lowly, pushing her hair behind her ears.

  “Thank you. I’ve been doing this shit since I was a freshman in high school. Sometimes I feel like I should be higher up by now, but,” I shrugged.

  “Well, God’s timing is always right, and I think you will make it once He feels you should. And watch, it’s gonna be perfect.”

  “Never thought of it that way,” I chuckled and so did she.

  “And you seem to be pretty big over here on the West anyway.”

  “I know, but I’m trying to be big everywhere you know?” She nodded. “And I guess you’re not from here then.”

  “No, from Chicago.”

  “Damn, no wonder you got a mouth on you.”

  “Yeah. I was born in Arkansas, and at that time I was shy and reserved I guess. But when I moved up to Illinois, the people were different, much more abrasive, so I had to grow a pair.”

  “I bet. Living in Compton, I couldn’t be no bitch either. Shit, my dad would fuck my brothers and me up if he saw us crying. So I had to be tough at home and on the streets or niggas would punk me.”

  “Explains why you were knocking the shit out of the guy from earlier.”

  “He owed me some money, and he’d been dodging me so I whooped his ass.”

  “You say that like it’s nothing,” she smiled, eyes sparkling like stars and shit. Damn, she had me sounding like fucking Shakespeare.

  “It ain’t nothing. I’ve been fighting all my life damn near; gotten jumped and everything. Ain’t really shit for me to give a nigga the business, you know?”

  “Yeah, I can definitely relate. It’s like after a while, confrontation becomes normal for you.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I don’t—”

  KNOCK! KNOCK!

  “Shai!! Shai!!!” Mendi screamed my government name as she beat on the door like she was LAPD.

  “One minute, aight?” I assured Laine before getting up.

  I rushed to the door, and then slipped out, making sure to keep Mendi from going inside. She had me fucked up right now. And obviously, she’d had a few drinks because she knew better.

  “What are you doing with her?” she whined, talking loudly as fuck.

  “Mendi.”

  “I know but I can’t help it, Shai. I came here tonight for you, and now you’re ducking off! Did you fuck her?!” she screamed.

  “I’m gonna go back to the other room.” Laine came out of the studio room she and I were in, and tried to walk past me but I grabbed her waist.

  “Chill, I’m gonna handle it.”

  “Bitch, he’s mine!” Mendi yelled to Laine.

  “Yeah, Shai, I’m gonna go because in a minute, I’m gonna be fucking this bitch up and I’m not trying to catch a case tonight for attempted murder.” She made her way past me, and like a fool, Mendi pushed her from behind.

  WHAM!

  Before I could even take in the push, Laine decked Mendi between her eyes, causing her to fly back and fall to the floor. Blood gushed from Mendi’s nose as she screamed in horror. Shit did look like a murder scene.

  “And I’m gonna stop now because clearly you weren’t prepared for a fade of this caliber,” Laine said before walking off.

  I was so busy staring at how good she looked walking away, imagining her in all kinds of sex positions that I forgot about Mendi. That was until she yowled.

  “Shai!” she cried.

  “Man, get yo’ stupid ass up!”

  Where was her nigga when I needed him? Hilarious.

  When I started towards the original studio room, I saw Laine coming out with the girl from earlier, and this other chick that I knew Cardio was smashing; a hoe named Rita that a lot of my Piru homies ran through.

  “Aye, where you going?” I gripped Laine’s arm once we were outside in the night air.

  “We’re about to go eat. Let me go before I have to whoop your ass too.”

  “Right. Let me get your number.”

  “Ha!” she threw her hand up and laughed. “Nigga, please. You have enough women on your hands, and I’m not interested in becoming a part of a harem.” She started off, making my dick hard with every step she took on the sidewalk. Fine ass probably lived in the gym. Suddenly, thoughts of her working out invaded my mind and I had the urge to see her sweat.

  Rushing behind her, I hugged her body from the back, making her jump and her friends laugh.

  “Let me get your number,” I whispered against her ear, while brushing my hand up and down her stomach. I swear she stopped breathing, so I almost let her go to make sure she didn’t die.

  “Okay! Okay! Let me go! Thirsty ass!”

  I just laughed. I didn’t care what she called me. I would take it out on that pussy at a later date.

  “Thank you,” I grinned widely after she read it off. She was scowling but she eventually smiled, turning her face as if that would stop me from seeing it. “Thank yoooou.” I leaned down so that I could get in her face. Her lips looked supple, so I took my chances and pecked her. She moaned against my mouth, so I went in deeper.

  “Stop, I don’t know you,” she nudged me, whispering almost.

  “I wanna know you though, and you wanna know me.” I spoke just as lowly as her, still bent down in her face.

  “Mischief—”

  WEEE-ER! WEE-ER!

  The sound of an ambulance cut her off, so she turned to leave. I grabbed her wrist to stop her, but she yanked it away.

  “I’m gonna call and you better fucking answer! I got the resources to hunt you down.”

  “I will, but don’t be blowing me up and shit, that’s unattractive.”

  I just laughed as she switched off. Gooooot damn! I thought.

  Turning around, I saw the EMT’s wheeling Mendi’s dramatic ass out of the studio, as people looked on.

  Yeah, Laine was definitely my type. If anything, we could kick ass together.

  I made my way back into the studio room and everyone was still bobbing to the music, drinking, and just chilling. I took a seat at the soundboard in between my brothers, and we just laughed at what had transpired in the last ten minutes.

  “Told you Mendi was gonna fuck your game up,” Chaz laughed.

  “She ain’t fuck shit up. I’m letting her slide tonight because I know she was twisted, but if
she does that dumb shit again, we gon’ have some problems.”

  “Get like me man and control yo’ hoes,” Kordell flexed his muscles with his tongue out.

  “Put ya tongue up with ya gay ass,” I retorted seriously, as Chaz and Ishmael burst into laughter. And Kordell had everything but control over his hoes.

  “Aye, but on the real though, bro, when you fuck that pretty bitch you met tonight, hook me up with her homegirl. She was bad as fuck. Had two tongue rings in her mouth,” my cousin Ishmael grinned, as Chaz shook his head at him.

  “She did look good as fuck,” Kordell agreed with Ishmael. “I may have to get that before you though, cousin.”

  “I’ll see what I can do, but call Laine a bitch again, I’ma lay yo’ ass out.” I adjusted some of the knobs on the soundboard, not feeling a need to look Ishmael’s way when I spoke. My words meant just as much whether I made eye contact with a muthafucka or not.

  When I did eventually look his way, he just nodded to say okay. I was dead serious and he knew it. Any other girl, he can call them whatever, but not this one. Nah, something about her had me wanting to make sure niggas respected her.

  We partied and recorded a little more until about 4am, and then went our separate ways. Laine was definitely on my mind during the drive home, so I’d be hitting her line to chill sooner than later.

  When I made it to my apartment, I was happy to see Sammi’s car was gone. She’d texted and called me a few times, but I ignored her. Ignoring her was nothing new, so I’m sure she’d be back on me by tomorrow.

  After hopping into the shower, brushing my teeth, and drinking some water, I knocked the fuck out…

  ***

  “Sweetheart,” I heard my mother’s voice, and the feeling of her hand caress my face.

  “Ma, what the fuck?” I groaned, as she opened the blinds and let the sun in.