Snow White: A Survival Story

by Anna J.

  Shanyce was a pro at this shit though, and quickly moved her hair out of the way so that I could continue to watch. My baby was killing this shit. She knew just what to do to get me back in check.

  “Yeah . . . suck my dick,” I growled out as I pumped her face faster. I could feel my nut building up, and I wanted her to suck me bone dry. I would have to do the damn thing to her for this shit, because she went all out on this one.

  The feel of her mouth working me out, and the smell of the chocolate candles she had burning on the dresser had me on tilt. Her hair felt like silk in my hands, and I brushed it away from her face so that I could watch my dick disappear between her full lips. She looked up at me briefly and winked her eye before taking me back in.

  Something inside of me snapped and my body froze as I shot off in her mouth and she swallowed me up until every drop was out. I might just have to run her those two G’s after all. Her head continued to bob up and down until I was worked up into another erection again. Shanyce was no damn joke, and I knew I kept her troublemaking ass around for a reason.

  Vincent Clayton

  Settin’ Niggas Up

  “Yo, you gave him the money?” I asked my man Choice while we blazed L after L at his spot. I liked Joey, I really did, but if this nigga wanted to really be put on, I had to have some dirt on him so that he wouldn’t have a choice but to stay around. He didn’t know I knew about the shit that happened with Shanyce’s brother, but I made sure I got some head from that bitch often to make up for it. I put my man Choice on to that shit, too, because it was her damn fault anyway, and Choice didn’t hesitate to bust her guts open every chance he got. Yeah, I knew it would fuck Street’s head up if he knew, but that’s the way the game is played, so fuck it. If he was on his game, we would be straight.

  She ain’t know that we got the pack back from her brother that same night either, but we didn’t beat his ass like we wanted to, though. On the strength of her, we just knocked him around a little bit, enough to let him know we wasn’t playin’. He was supposed to get the shit and bring it back to us, but he tried to flip the script on the plan. When one of our boys noticed that he hadn’t shown up when he was supposed to, Bird caught his ass in a crack house in South Philly tryin’a sell our shit.

  “Yeah, he made it real easy to run that shit, too, and I threw two more stacks on top for good measure. I told him not to worry about paying it back, though, he’d just owe me one,” Choice responded in his heavy Jamaican accent.

  I nodded my head in agreement. “That’s a good look, nigga. As soon as he done runnin’ that money back, we gonna make good on that promise, because you know he ain’t gonna turn all that shit in at once.”

  “I know, but that just makes it better for us. We need to save that for something good. You gonna up his rank, though?” Choice asked as he flipped channels and coughed on blunt smoke, stopping his search on a porn flick. I had to laugh to myself because as much pussy as Choice got, he loved watching pussy on the big screen even more. These chicks in Philly loved dudes with accents, and they fell all over Choice like he was the only island nigga walking the city. Especially them bitches from Bartram Village; they acted like he was God or something.

  “Not just yet. I’ma have to let him sweat for the shit a little while first. He good, but he hasn’t really proven himself to be more than a straggler. I mean, he doin’ stick-ups with Bunz and shit.” I laughed out loud, Choice following up behind me in agreement.

  I actually took the time to read the newspaper article on what happened with Bunz and Street at that braid shop before New Year’s. The media had been eating that shit up, too, trying to find out who the hell did it. The thing is, Lancaster Avenue was always poppin’. They had a better chance of Street bitchin’ up and snitching than them finding out who did it. Black people don’t tell shit, even if someone had indeed seen it all go down.

  “He probably gonna holler at you about it, though. I know he said his chips were getting low.”

  “Yeah, well, we’ll just have to make that nigga work extra hard for it. Put Bird on it. He’ll have that nigga straight in no time.”

  Bird was another lieutenant that kept shit straight around here. He got the name Bird because that’s exactly how he looked—like a black version of Big Bird and shit. He was a tall, light-skinned Black with a hawk nose and sharp features that these bitches seemed to love, maybe because he was always popping tags because he stayed in the latest gear. He wasn’t on no cupcake shit, though. That nigga would just as soon dead you than argue the situation. Men, chicks, and children; he didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. Not that him being that way was always good, but when we needed him to handle business, handle business he did.

  “I’ll holla at him about it tomorrow.”

  “Cool. I gots to raise up. I got this fine-ass chicken coming through tonight, and I got to get my head on straight. She likes me working on those tail feathers,” I said to Choice, cracking up because he knew how I felt about that anal thing. This big-booty bitch named Brenda that I fucked with every now and then loved anal sex, and wouldn’t let me get the pussy until I got with her ass first. At times it could be a headache, but fuck it. I just needed to get my dick wet, and I was overdue.

  “A’ight, my man. Stay gangsta.”

  “All day.”

  I jetted from Choice’s crib in my champagne-colored Jeep Explorer with the butterscotch interior and dipped up Bala Cynwood, where I laid my head. The only people that knew about this spot were Choice and Bird, and even then they needed assistance in getting here. As much money as we were getting, I moved on, but them crazy niggas decided to stay in the hood to keep an eye on the action. Better them than me, because I needed to be able to close my eyes at night and not have to sleep with one eye open and both hands on my pistol.

  Deading my lights before pulling up into the driveway, I did a quick sweep of my surroundings before exiting my vehicle. I had my hand on my 9 mm and one tucked on my waist, ready for action. I didn’t really bring too many people out here, but you never know who’s following you, and bitches stay tryin’a get a nigga, so I had to watch out for them too. Brenda was cool, but even the coolest ones always had some bright idea that never worked out.

  I had about an hour before I had to pick up Brenda from in front of the Lord & Taylor located on City Line Avenue, so I took that time to get right before heading out.

  I had my blindfold already in the car, and she knew the drill. I wouldn’t even allow her to enjoy the scenery. Just in case she could see out the sides, I always went a different way and circled my block several times before actually going in, making the ride seem longer than it really was. She couldn’t even check the crib out. I only allowed her to take off the blindfold once we got up to my guest room, which she thought was my master bedroom because of the way it was laid out. Once we were done and rested a little bit, it was back to the blindfold until we got around the way.

  After doing a once-over around the crib, I did my little birdbath thing and jetted back out to meet Brenda. She was looking like a sexy little Popsicle when I pulled up, due to the wind and cold that snuck up on us a little while ago. No matter the weather, whenever I told her I was on my way, she always threw on that shit. She could have easily had on a warm bubble coat, but instead she had on a pair of fitted Sergio Valenté jeans that cupped her ass perfectly. The North Face ski jacket that stopped at her hips matched the leather knee boots with spiked heels that didn’t keep her feet anywhere near warm. She was so hyped about the coat because Philly wasn’t even up on them joints yet, and we had gone up to New York to get them.

  She got in the car and immediately secured the blindfold around her eyes. I made sure it was tied tight before I pulled off. I turned the music up to the max, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything, and then did my usual, finally pulling up to the door.

  Once inside, I set the alarm, and then I helped her upstairs to the room. At the top of the steps, she walked ahead of me, still blin
dfolded, like she knew exactly where to go. She didn’t miss a beat, and didn’t trip over a thing.

  I closed and locked the door behind me before I settled on the bed, because you can never be too careful. Brenda immediately took the blindfold off, and walked over to me seductively, planting a soft kiss on my lips. I was ready to get it in, and the bulge in my pants let her know what time it was.

  She backed up off of me and began a slow strip tease. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she didn’t have a bra on, and her firm breasts sat up nicely. I licked my lips and pushed myself back on the bed, leaving my jeans at the bottom. I had taken everything out of my pockets and stuck the items in my coat, which was hanging on the back of the door. That way, if she tried to dig up in my pockets on the low, she would come up empty-handed. Not that she ever tried to get me before, but you just never know.

  Her head game was to die for, and she wasted no time swallowing me. My eyes rolled up in the back of my head uncontrollably, and I pumped her face to the same rhythm she was sucking me. She was sloppy with the shit, just the way I liked it, and I grabbed a hold of her head to keep a steady pace. I knew her juices were flowing, and I couldn’t wait to dig up in her, but I had to do what she wanted first.

  She lifted her head from my lap and slid a condom down with her mouth to protect us. Standing up on my bed with her back toward me, she squatted down and hovered over my erection, easing down onto me until she was comfortable. Surprisingly, her ass was tight, despite the fact that I was always tearing that shit up. I knew that I wasn’t the only one she was sleeping with, and all them niggas got to tap it too.

  She found her rhythm and bounced up and down on me, moaning all crazy and shit until she exploded. The girl was good at what she did, because in one motion, she set up off my dick, pulled the condom off, and replaced it with a fresh one, all before lying down on the bed with her legs up to her chest, ready for me to enter.

  I’m not double-jointed, so I had to swing my legs around, almost hitting her in the head as I positioned myself to get in between her legs. Her walls had me gripped tight, too, and I lay down on top of her and rested my head between her breasts as I did the damn thing to her. Holding this nut was getting hard from her gripping and releasing my dick every time I pulled in or out, and I had to switch shit up before I crashed it.

  I pulled out and lay down behind her, pulling her leg up and sliding in from the back, pounding away at her gushy pussy until I couldn’t take it no more. The juice from inside of her was seeping out on the sides and coating my nuts like warm honey.

  She would never let me cum inside of her, even though I had a condom on. Just when I was nearing my nut, she jumped up and snatched the condom off, milking my dick with her mouth until I went limp. None of that shit spilled out on the side or anything like that. Her skills were impeccable.

  We chilled and snuggled up for about an hour before she got up and soaped up a warm rag to wash my dick. You know I laid my black ass back in the bed and let her take care of me, and by the time she came back to rinse the soap away, I was up and erect again, ready for more. She was ready to take care of me, too, but I had to get back to the hood to do this count on our supply. Brenda was a good girl, though, and didn’t argue the fact like some of my past freaks had. She just got up off the bed, freshened herself up in the connecting bathroom, and put her gear back on, complete with blindfold and everything.

  I did the same, sliding my coat back on at the last minute, and doing a once-over around the crib before I walked her from the bedroom and outside. I knew she would have freaked had she seen Goldie, one of the five Rottweilers I had guarding the house, approach us, but Goldie knew to keep shit quiet. She went and sat down in the corner as we left. They had food out, and I knew I would have to come back tomorrow to refill their bowls and clean up and stuff, so I made a note in my cell phone once we got in the car.

  We were back to the hood in no time, and when we pulled up on her block, I slid her an envelope with her cash inside. Only after I promised her a shopping spree in D.C. did she exit my Jeep and prance her sexy ass up the steps and into her apartment building.

  I rolled from there over to the spot to check out shit, and then I took my post on the block in the corner house. I had money to make, and I had to get some shit together for Journey to cook up tomorrow so that we could get this thing poppin’. It was going to be a good year. I could feel it.

  Journey Clayton

  Nickname: Me Coca-Cola

  I was up bright and early the next day for school. Although I hadn’t asked Vince if it was cool to set up my study date yet, I couldn’t wait to see Khalid in class. The butterflies in my stomach danced around all crazy as I ate my small bowl of oatmeal and a piece of stale toast for breakfast; then I went in the room to hook my mom up before I left. Vince said he would take me shopping today, and even though I tried not to get my hopes up about it, I couldn’t help but smile. I planned to ask him for a new pair of A. C. Greens and some Reebok Classics for school. I also wanted some jeans and panties and stuff too, so I would see how it all went down later on.

  When I finally got my stuff together and got downstairs, I was pleasantly surprised to see Khalid waiting for me on the corner. I tried to hide my smile, but I couldn’t when he smiled brightly at me. He embraced me in a tight hug when I neared him, and I fought the urge to keep my hold on him forever.

  “Did you get all of your homework done? Those math problems were kind of hard,” he said as he adjusted his hat on his head and tucked his scarf tighter into his coat.

  We were learning the fundamentals of basic mathematics, and I was having a hard time keeping up with the geometry portion of the class. For a second I was embarrassed because I didn’t have either a hat or a scarf, but he casually offered me his gloves, and looped his arm around mine before putting his hands inside of his coat. We stood outside talking for a while longer, until I finally asked why we were standing around.

  “So, what are we waiting on?” I asked in a shy voice, wanting to start my walk so that I wouldn’t be late for school. He had his dad to take him, but I couldn’t walk as fast as a car, and if he wasn’t walking with me, I needed to get going. I didn’t just want to assume that I had a ride.

  “My dad is taking us.”

  Before I could respond, his dad, Joey, came out of the house dressed equally warm in a goose down coat that stopped at his waist, and a fresh pair of Timberland boots. He didn’t even seem to care whether they got messed up in the snow and salt that covered the ground. I pulled my raggedy pea coat closer around my neck, making a mental note to hit Vince up for one of those later on as well.

  “I can’t get in the car with y’all. I’m not allowed to ride with strangers,” I said to Khalid as I began to walk away.

  “C’mon, it’s cool. I’ll let Vince know I dropped you off.” Khalid’s dad spoke in a frustrated voice. I eyed him suspiciously, partly because I didn’t know if I could trust him, and for other reasons, including his attitude this early in the morning. He worked for my uncle; it ain’t like he had a nine to five.

  “Come on, Journey, it’s cool. We only riding a few blocks anyway, and it’s too cold out here to walk.”

  I trusted him. Not sure why, but I did. Hesitating, I looked around at first to see who was out before I climbed into Joey’s shiny black car and scooted over to make room for Khalid to sit down. Once we were inside and our seat belts were fastened, he reached over to grab my hand, and we held hands all the way to school in silence.

  The view from the inside of the car looked totally different than the route I walked on a daily basis, rain or shine, and I took it all in, not knowing the next time I would be able to ride in this kind of luxury. The seats felt like they pulled you in and hugged you tight, and the interior smelled like cherry Kool-Aid, which I found out later was a car air-freshener shaped like a tree that you got from the car wash.

  We pulled up to the school within minutes, and I wasn’t exactly ready to get out of the warm
th of Joey’s car. Joey parked and got us out, ushering us into the school building.

  I quickly hung up my coat and took my seat in the class, taking the liberty of looking over my homework from the night before. I looked up just in time to see Khalid give his dad a hug before he slipped out of the building and Khalid took his seat. I didn’t even get a chance to thank him.

  Khalid smiled at me again before he pulled out his notebook to look over his homework as well. I wondered if he was nervous like I was, because I wasn’t sure if I had gotten mine correct.

  Mrs. Solomon wasn’t in at all, so we had a substitute teacher that was off the chain. She wasn’t dressed like the rest of the teachers in the school, who opted to dress more conservatively. Her form-fitting skirt that stopped just at her knees and made her butt look bigger than it probably was, was the first thing I noticed when she entered the classroom.

  Her button-down shirt covered her perky breasts that threatened to bust through the fabric. It matched her shoes perfectly, and her three-inch stiletto heels gave her walk more oomph that everyone noticed. Her lip-gloss was poppin’ too, and when she turned around to write her name on the chalkboard, I noticed that she had on a thong and not bloomers that showed your panty line through your clothes like the ones Mrs. Solomon wore. I remembered thinking I wanted to look just like her when I grew up, and I gave her my undivided attention for the rest of the day.

  We played spelling games and did marathon math quizzes that had the girls competing with the boys, and before I knew it, it was time for lunch and recess. Even while we were in the cafeteria having our meal, everyone was hyped and bugged out over our new teacher and how much fun we were having. I missed Mrs. Solomon, but our substitute teacher, Ms. Reid, was on point, and she made learning our math lesson a lot of fun and easier to understand.

  For the first time in never, I was actually having a good day in school, and we all got along. Even Gina and her stuck-up friends were being nice to me. We all played rope during recess, and even teamed up against the other girls in the class when we played Hangman, girls versus girls, and boys versus boys. Everything was looking up, and even when I noticed Gina pushing up on Khalid on the sly, I didn’t even get mad because even though it wasn’t official, he chose me, and that was all that mattered.