by CJ Hudson
“You like that, baby?” the girl asked, breaking Bobby’s train of thought. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for mama.”
The girl continued to try to suck the semen out of Bobby’s penis. Bobby grabbed the sides of her head and started thrusting in and out of her mouth as if it were a vagina. “Fuck,” he yelled as he released a sea of swimmers down her throat. The girl made gulping sounds as her stomach was filled with liquid babies. Then she fell to the side of the bed, wiped the excess cum from the corner of her mouth, and placed it on her tongue.
“Mmmm, baby, you taste sooo fucking good,” she said, as she swallowed the last drop. “I’ll be back in a minute. I gotta go to the bathroom.”
While she was in the bathroom, Bobby lay back on the bed and wondered if he would continue to fuck hood rats or if he would ever find that special someone.
* * *
“What? Girl, I know you ain’t gonna make a bitch go to the party by herself,” Ivory said. Even though she knew it was a possibility that Tammy would change her mind about going to the party after getting smacked by her brother, she was hoping that she wouldn’t.
“If you think that I’m going to any kind of social outing with my face swollen, you must be crazy. I can’t believe that muthafucka hit me!”
“Okay, I’m not taking up for him, but you did hit him first.”
“That’s because he called me out of my damn name!”
“Stop yelling at me!”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take this shit out on you.”
“Look at it this way,” Ivory said as she continued to try to get Tammy to go to the party. “If you stay at home, the only thing that’s going to happen is that you and yo’ brother gonna get into it. Wouldn’t it be better if you just got out of the house and had some fun instead of being there and arguing with Hakim?”
Tammy thought about it for a second. “I still don’t know. I’ll have to look in the mirror to make sure I’m presentable.”
“Well, go ’head then. I’ll hold on.”
Tammy set the phone down and got up off her bed. She walked over to her bedroom dresser and fearfully looked at herself in the mirror. She turned her head to the left and then slowly to the right. Although she was still experiencing some pain, her face was not quite as swollen as she thought it was originally. She had thought that it would continue to swell, but amazingly it had stopped.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I thought it was really going to swell the hell up, but so far it hasn’t.”
“Then pick you out some clothes and let’s party.”
“Yeah, whatever. Did you call Cookie and ask her if I could bring Nancy?”
“Oh, yeah, she said it’s cool, as long as she don’t try to hit on her man. Hey, what did your mom say to you when you got home? She still pissed at you or what?”
“I have no idea. She’s not even here. When you dropped me off, I walked into the house and expected her to trip, but she wasn’t here. Then I found a note that said she was going to the movies with Steve.”
“Steve, huh? You on a first-name basis with that nigga already?”
“Fuck no! I was just calling the asshole by name, that’s all. I’m going crazy, though, wondering where I’ve seen his ass before.”
“I wish I could help you out, but I didn’t get that good a look at him when I picked you up from work the other day.”
“Well, it’ll come to me sooner or later. What time do you want to leave for this party?”
“I don’t know, probably in a couple of hours. It’s eight o’clock now, and I damn sure don’t wanna be the first bitch in the damn door.”
“That’s cool. That will give me time to call Nancy and see if she wants to go.”
“Damn, you ain’t called her ass yet?”
“Uh, no. I was waiting to see if Cookie would say that it was all right first.”
“Oh, yeah, my bad. Must be the weed.”
“Uh-uh, heifer, don’t blame it on the good herb. I smoke weed just like you do.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just be ready in a couple of hours, tramp.” Ivory laughed and hung up before Tammy had a chance to respond.
Ivory had just hung up with Tammy when she heard a knock at her front door. She rolled her eyes as she walked toward the door, wondering who it could be. She wasn’t expecting anybody, so it annoyed her that someone had just popped in on her without calling her first. She opened the door and smiled when she saw Darnell’s handsome face standing in front of her.
“Hey, baby, what you doing here?”
“I gotta go out of town for a few days.”
Ivory’s smile instantly became a frown. With Darnell out of town, her refrigerator empty, and only $500 to her name, Ivory wondered how she would make do.
“Don’t worry,” he said as if he were reading her mind. “I’m gonna give you some more money before I leave.”
“It ain’t just about the money,” she lied. “I’m gonna miss you.” She walked up to him and kissed him passionately on the lips.
“I’m gonna miss you too. But I gotta make this trip. I got some important business to take care of up in New York. Here,” he said, handing her a black bag that was slung over his shoulder. Then he reached into his pocket and gave her a cell phone. “Do not use this phone to call anybody. If it rings, answer it. I done already told my dude that you may be handling business for me on this end.”
Darnell opened the bag and revealed the ten pounds of weed inside. Immediately Ivory started thinking about all the weed she was going to be able to smoke. Knowing exactly what she was thinking, Darnell figured he’d better nip this in the bud right now.
“Get that fucking look off your damn face. This weed is for selling, not for you and yo’ weed-smoking-ass homegirl Tammy to smoke up. That shit is on consignment, which means it ain’t paid for yet.”
“I know what the fuck consignment means. You think I’m stupid or something?”
“What? Ain’t nobody call you stupid. Quit tripping.”
“Annnyyway, I can’t smoke none of it?”
“Hell nah! That’s business weed! Here,” he said, reaching into his other pocket and pulling out a smaller bag. “This is for you to smoke.”
Ivory’s eyes lit up as she gazed at the near-half pound of weed that was staring her in the face. “If that ain’t enough for you and ya weed-smoking friend, then shame on y’all asses. Use that scale at the bottom of the bag to weigh the shit up if you happen to get a call from someone who wants to cop some smoke.”
“Okay.”
Although Ivory may have thought that Darnell was showing her that he trusted her, in all reality, he had told his clients to call only if it was absolutely necessary. While he trusted Ivory to take care of one or maybe two transactions at the most, he in no way was going to put a lot of trust in her with any more than that.
“A’ight, I gotta roll. It’s like a nine-hour drive from here to New York.”
“Don’t be going up there messing with them New York hoes either.”
“I’m going up there on business. Ain’t nobody thinking ’bout no muthafucking pussy.”
“Yeah, right,” she said. “But just in case you forgot who got the best pussy around,” she said as she grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him in the bedroom, “I think I should remind you.”
As soon as they got into her bedroom, Ivory dropped to her knees and unzipped Darnell’s pants. After getting him nice and hard with her dick-sucking skills, she stood up and took off her clothes. Then she pulled him onto the bed and allowed him to enter her. The two had wild sex for an hour before Darnell finally convinced her that he had to leave and take care of business. As soon as he walked out the door, Ivory started scheming on how she could sell the weed and keep the money.
* * *
Nancy stood in her shower with her head hanging in shame. But no matter how long she stood there, no amount of soap or water could wash off the dirty feeling that was attached to her. What started o
ff as a simple way to escape reality quickly turned into a full-blown addiction. Tears mixed with the water from the showerhead as Nancy contemplated getting herself some help. The more she thought about it, the more she seemed to be following her mother’s path. Nancy wasn’t the only one affected by her father’s absence in her life.
It drove her mother right into the arms of a slick-talking heroin dealer. Not wanting to relive her painful past, Nancy shook off the hurtful memories of catching her mother giving oral sex to her dealer, and she stepped out of the shower. She had to fight to hold back the tears as she walked to her bedroom. Each step was more painful than the last as she walked toward her bedroom. She had no idea when she accompanied Red to his place that he and Ray-Ray were going to play ping-pong on her vagina. She thought that she would give another quick blowjob and get paid for services rendered. But instead, the two thugs commenced blowing her back completely out, which in turn left her walking extremely funny. Without even drying off, Nancy fell backward onto her bed.
She had almost drifted off to sleep when her cell phone rang and snapped her back from the land of the snoring. She had no intention of answering it until she looked at it and saw that it was Tammy. Tammy was one of the few real friends she had, so there was no way that she was going to jeopardize losing her friendship. Although she didn’t feel like it, she answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, girl, what’s up? What are you doing tonight?”
“I don’t feel like doing a damn thing except lying around the house and being lazy.”
“Come on now. It’s Friday night. Let’s go out and have some fun.”
“I just don’t feel up to it,” Nancy said, trying to get out of going anywhere.
“So, you’re going to make me fly solo, huh?”
Now Nancy felt bad. Tammy had always been there for her, and now that she was asking for a favor in return, Nancy felt like shit because she didn’t want to go.
“Tell you what. Give me an hour to catch a nap, and then we can kick it,” Nancy said, praying to God that her sore coochie had healed enough by then. “Where do you want to go?” she asked.
“A friend of a friend of mine’s man is giving her a birthday party, and I got invited. I asked her if you could come along, and she said that it would be okay.”
“Are you sure?” Nancy asked. “The last thing I wanna do is start trouble.”
“All we’re going to do is go there, score some free drinks from the wannabe ballers, and chill.”
“Well, okay, if you’re sure it’s gonna be okay.”
“I’m sure. We’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“We?”
“Yeah. Me and Ivory. Hell, you know I don’t have a car.”
“Who the fuck is Ivory?”
“My best friend. You know, the real tall chick who comes up to the job to see me sometimes? I introduced her to you the last time you were up at the store.”
“Oh, okay. Well, let me get my nap on so I won’t be sleepy as hell when you guys pick me up.”
“All right. Be ready in an hour.”
After hanging up with Tammy, Nancy set her alarm clock for an hour and fell asleep. An hour later, her alarm went off, and she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She had already taken a shower before she went to sleep, so all she had to do was get freshened up and dressed. She didn’t know what kind of party to expect, so she went to her closet and took out one of her sexier outfits. She got dressed just in time, as she heard a horn blow seconds after applying the last coat of her lipstick.
“I’m telling you, Tammy, if yo’ girl don’t hurry the fuck up, I’m leaving her ass. I know she hear this damn horn.”
“People in East Cleveland can hear that loud-ass horn,” Tammy cracked.
“Whateva! I know she betta bring her trick ass on!”
Tammy cut her eyes at Ivory. “Please don’t embarrass me by calling my friend out of her name.”
“Ain’t nobody gon’ embarrass yo’ prissy ass! You just betta make sure that yo’ white friend don’t make the mistake of calling me a nigga! ’Cause if she do, it’s gonna take the whole Cleveland Police Department to pull my foot out her ass!”
“She’s not going to call you anything but your name.”
“Better not.”
Tammy rolled her eyes again as Nancy walked over to the car and got in the back seat.
“Hey, what’s up, girl,” she said to Tammy.
“You, girl. You remember my friend Ivory.”
“Hello, Ivory. How you doing?”
“I’m straight. Ready to get my party on. You bitches ready to roll?”
“You damn skippy,” Tammy shouted as she turned her head to the side and looked at Ivory.
“What happened to your face?” Nancy asked when she gazed at Tammy’s face a little closer.
“I don’t even wanna talk about that shit right now. I’ll tell you about it later.”
“Put something in the muthafucking air,” Ivory barked.
“I hope you have something to put in the air, because I damn sure don’t.”
“Girl, you ain’t said a damn thing.” Ivory reached into her purse and pulled out a super-fat blunt.
“Gottdamn, how the fuck did you get all that weed inside that fucking blunt?”
“Don’t worry about that! Just fire this muthafucka uuuppp!”
Tammy gladly took the get-high tree from her friend and blazed up. The thick aroma of marijuana smoke filled the air as Tammy blew smoke rings.
“You wanna hit this shit?” Tammy asked Nancy.
“Maybe later. I’m cool for right now.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Tammy took another pull from the blunt and passed it to Ivory. With one hand on the steering wheel and two fingers around the blunt, Ivory inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes as she let the smoke ooze out of her mouth slowly.
“Open your muthafucking eyes,” Tammy screamed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I got this,” Ivory said as she continued to blow smoke into the air. Ivory then took her phone out of her purse and dialed. “Yo, Cookie! We on our way, so get ready to get live, gurrll!”
“I hope they have some good food there,” Nancy said. “I’m hungry as hell.”
“You didn’t eat before you left the house?” Ivory laughed.
“Hell no. I assumed that they were going to have some damn food there.”
“Yo’ ass betta hope so. ’Cause once I get there, I ain’t leaving until the party ends.” Ivory pulled her car into the parking lot. After checking themselves in the mirror a few times, the three dime pieces got out of the car and headed toward the party.
Fifty people were jam-packed on the floor as the DJ skillfully blended a collection of old- and new-school jams. Cookie was ghetto fabulous as she sauntered around the room, showing off the bracelet that Red had bought for her. With her hair swept in a bun, combined with the six-inch see-through stilettos she was wearing, Cookie stood out larger than life. After showing off for the have-nots, Cookie walked back over to the bar area where her mother sat with a solemn look on her face.
“Ma, you gon’ sit here and sulk all night, or is you gon’ tell me what’s up with this attitude?”
Cookie’s mother just shrugged, finished off her vodka and tonic, and beckoned for the bartender to bring her another one. Cookie just shook her head and walked away. She had no idea why her mother was acting like a total bitch at her birthday party, but she was close to the point of not giving a fuck. She wasn’t going to let anyone ruin her night, and that included her mother.
A wide smile broke across her face when she saw Ivory and Tammy walk through the door. At first, she was puzzled by the presence of the white girl with them, but then she remembered that Cookie had said something about Tammy bringing a friend with her. Because Ivory provided very little information, she assumed that Tammy was bringing a man with her.
“What’s up?” Ivory shouted from across the room. “I see you got a real
hairdo this time instead of looking like a fucking peacock.”
“Fuck you,” Cookie said as she hugged her friend and former coworker.
“What’s shaking? Happy birthday,” Tammy said.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
Tammy hoped that Cookie didn’t expect to get a gift from her. She didn’t know her all like that.
Cookie looked at Nancy, who already felt out of place. “Hey, girl, my name is Cookie. And who might you be?” she asked.
“My name is Nancy. Happy birthday to you.”
“Thanks.” After Cookie and Nancy had been formally introduced, Cookie turned her head and stared directly into Ivory’s face.
“What the fuck you looking at me like that for?”
“Please,” she said as she leaned back and folded her arms. “You know exactly why I’m looking at yo’ ass like this. Where the fuck is my gift?”
“Gift? Ain’t nobody bring you no muthafucking gift.”
Cookie didn’t budge. She knew damn well that her friend was just playing with her. Ivory couldn’t even hold a straight face as she tried in vain to pretend as if she didn’t have anything for Cookie. Finally, she burst out laughing.
“You know I got you,” she said as she reached into her purse. Knowing that Red had probably bought her something that no one would be able to compete with, Ivory had decided to hook her up with some of the weed that Darnell had left her with. She figured that since she only took a little bit, either Darnell wouldn’t miss it when he got back, or she could just short some fool if she got a sale.
Chapter 15
Tizzano’s Party Center was one of the classiest spots in the city. Even though it was small, it was highly elegant with silk drapes and wall-to-wall Persian carpeting. Crystal chandeliers hung over the tables and glistened in the lights. Red had put out a pretty penny to ensure that his main woman was good and happy. As Cookie ran off at the mouth with her friends, Red and Bobby were both posted up in the VIP section, tossing back shots of Hennessy and smoking blunts. Hank was with them, but instead of drinking liquor, he was chugging back beers.