by Miss KP
Fifteen minutes later, I pulled in the parking lot of a pool hall in Landover. One thing I hated about going there was the smoke. I hated cigarettes with a passion. As soon as I walked in, the smell of old tobacco instantly hit me in the face. Trying my best to ignore the stench, I walked past several flat screens with preseason basketball games on, and headed to the back. The one thing about the hall I did like was the fact that it wasnt a hot spot for a younger crowd, making it a real low key place to handle business. When I spotted my crew across the room, I made my way toward them, ready to handle my business.
“Look at Pretty Boy Rico Suave, always late. You gotta make a grand entrance huh?” Kwame joked.
They always teased me calling me a pretty boy, or some type of Spanish joke. Not just because my father was half Columbian, but because of how I looked. Everyone always thought I was Dominican because of my hazelnut complexion and curly hair, but as soon as I opened my mouth to talk, they knew I was black. No accents here.
Looking around the table, my Virginia partners as well as the rest of my crew were already there. Instantly, I was pissed off because I noticed an unfamiliar face sitting beside Kwame. I figured it had to be Malik. It was clear that Kwame had disregarded my orders.
“Who’s the new face at the table, Kwame?” I asked sarcastically.
“Oh, this my man from ATL, Malik. You know…the one I was telling you about.”
“Wassup my man. Listen, can we talk to you once we conduct business with our partners here? Kwame can hit your phone to let you know when we’re done,” I stated.
“Oh, alright that’s cool,” Malik replied with a smirk.
As soon as he walked away, I continued with our meeting never missing a beat. I could tell Kwame was mad as hell, but I didn’t give a fuck. That’s what he got for not listening.
“Wassup my niggas, y’all ready to make some more cash?” I inquired.
“Hell yeah,” Kwame’s twin brother, Kyle answered.
He was a rookie, but loyal, so he was a part of our team. Kwame had been locked up a couple of times when we were juveniles so their mom tried to shelter Kyle as much as possible. However, when he saw the money that was coming in, he was determined to get in on a piece of the action. My crew consisted of Kyle, Kwame, Man-Man, and Willie.
We vowed that we were married to the game and our motto was and always would be money over bitches. Growing up together, they all looked up to me, which was a gift and a curse sometimes since that caused a rift between me and Kwame. He hated me being the leader of the pack. I always had the baddest chicks, the hottest cars, freshest gear and no matter how much he tried to be in competition with me, he could never fuck with my swag. That was the one advantage of being Rich’s son. The disadvantage…the fact that I now hated him for what my mother had become. But it was cool. What I had planned for Rich was surely going to be the ultimate pay back.
Kwame tried his best to act as if he was equal rank, but he knew that I fed him. It was because of me that his family ate. Our Virginia partners trusted our crew because of my name alone. The respect on the strets was because of me and I called the shots. I let him show his muscle a little bit, but then shut him down the moment a decision had to be made. For example, the dudes from VA were trying to get us to go in with them on a new venture they had taken on in North Carolina. However, I quickly turned them down. I appreciated them trying to look out, but it was best if we kept the same territories with them for a while. They still needed us to supply them so either way, I was getting paid.
Once the meeting was over, I let Kwame know Malik could come back over. With irritation, Kwame shook his head before walking over to his man, who sat at the bar with a beer. Within minutes, we were face to face.
“Malik, I apologize about what just happened, but I just don’t like to mix different crews and make others feel uncomfortable,” I said.
Malik gave me a pound. “It’s all good. So, what’s up? Is DC ready to merge with ATL and get paid?”
“Well, I’m always game to get more money. Kwame has been speakin’ highly about you since y’all been hanging out. He told me you’re doing major things down in Atlanta.”
“He good people,” Kwame butted in.
Malik nodded. “Yeah, I hear the same thing about you, Juan. Kwame told me you might wanna move down south soon, so he thought we all could put our paper together and make some major moves.”
“Sounds good. Maybe me and Kwame could fly down and see what’s good,” I responded.
“Let me know when you trying to come down so we can meet up and talk business,” Malik added.
After listening to Malik and Kwame tell us stories about all the fine bitches in Atlanta along with everything else except getting paid, I knew it was time for me to go. If Malik was the foot in the door I needed to make shit happen in ATL, then I would definitely use him. I had a drink with the crew, talked shit for a few more minutes then finally rolled out to go meet Cornell at the club.
*****
It took me no time to get downtown. With money on my mind, it was time to celebrate what was soon to come. I was ready for a night full of hot chicks, good music, and popping bottles. It was time to spend some doe and fuck some hoes. New York Avenue was jammed pack. Some football players were hosting the party. The Redskins played the Cowboys and won so it was crazy tonight! After hitting a couple of back streets, I made it to the front of the club’s valet. The Ethiopian valet dudes knew that I left hefty tips, so they rushed to park my car.
“Yadi, wassup my man. You gonna keep me out front right?” I questioned.
“Yeah, Juan I gotcha.”
I made my way to the front right side where the private entrance for the VIP was. As usual, the regular line to get in was wrapped around the corner.r late October, it was kinda cold outside so it was crazy to see the half-dressed girls freezing their asses off. A couple of them that I slutted on some late nights from time to time, tried calling my name asking if I could get them in. That only meant they would be at my table sucking down my liquor all night. I wanted some new shit tonight so I acted as if I didn’t hear them and kept walking. After giving a couple of pounds to the promoters and owners of the club, my waitress ushered me up to my table. I knew Cornell was already there since it was going on one o’clock. I couldn’t help but smile as we made our way through all the groupie bitches who were trying to get through the ropes to get a quick come up for the night.
“Wassup my nigga!” Cornell yelled over Young Jeezy’s song, Lose My Mind.
“Yo, who are these fine females you got with you tonight?” I asked, looking around at the fresh meat. Cornell always had bad bitches around him. That was the norm.
“You know how we do it! It ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none!”
We both started laughing. It was on.
I likem’ long hair, thick red-bone, open up her legs to filet mignon… Lil’ Wayne blazed through the speakers. As I pumped my fist to the music, one of the girls came up on me and started dancing.
“That’s how you like it. Long hair, thick red bone, huh? Well, baby this all me, no weave,” she proudly stated.
She swung her long streaked blonde curly hair around and started grinding on me like she was determined to give me a shot of ass tonight. “My name is Cherry, and yes I’m real, real sweet,” she whispered in my ear.
After she was done flirting, Cherry and her homegirl put on a performance, grinding and kissing all over each other. They were both fine as hell, so I knew it was going down at Four Seasons in Georgetown tonight. After giving Cherry enough conversation for me to get her and her girl to leave with me for the night, a familiar face caught my eye from across the room. It was my ex-girlfriend Ciara.
We’d broken up over a year ago and she was to blame for my distrust in women. After having a baby with another nigga, I never put my trust in another broad. She was with a couple of her girlfriends in general population. When she was with me she stayed in VIP, now I guess she had to
party with the regulars. When we finally made eye contact, that was my cue to make her jealous.
I grabbed Cherry, then told her and her girl it was time to bounce. After I hit Cornell off with some money, I let him know I would be at his game tomorrow, before me and the girls rolled out. As we made our way through the crowd, all of a sudden I felt a cold drink splash in my face. It burned the shit out of my eyes.
“Fuck you, Juan!” Ciara screamed.
Before I could even respond, security was carrying ass out. I’d never been the type to hit women, but shit might’ve been different this time if I had the opportunity to get at her. I decided to let it go as me and my jump offs made our way to valet. My car was right out front, and since I was driving my two-seater SL, Cherry jumped in with me and her friend followed us to Georgetown. My cell phone rang as soon as I started the car. It was Ciara.
“What, bitch?”
“How can you do that in front of my friends? You know…”
“After what you just did…fuck you and your friends. Man, I’m busy. Lose my number!”
After I pulled off, Cherry gave me a puzzled expression. “Look, I’m a pretty girl. I don’t fight over niggas, so if you got drama I can just…”
“Listen, that’s my ex which means she don’t have any type of say so in what I do. I’m trying to fuck you and yo’ homegirl tonight. I’m not thinking about that bitch.”
“That’s all I needed to hear! Trust me, you’re gonna love this good pussy.” Cherry reached in her bag and pulled out a blue X pill. “This is all I need to fuck your brains out tonight.”
Any girl I ever fucked while they were on Ecstasy always gave me a good night of pleasure, so my dick instantly got hard. Before we even made it off of New York Avenue, Cherry had already unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out of my boxer shorts. As she massaged my tool, a smile suddenly appeared on her face.
“Damn Juan, you got a big dick! As pretty as you are, I would’ve never thought.”
“I bet you can’t fit it in your mouth,” I bragged.
“Wanna bet. I’m the best fuck in DC. Watch my work.”
At that moment, Cherry put all nine ½ inches of my dick in her mouth. She was definitely a pro, which made it easy for me to bust all in her mouth.
“Damn, girl!”
“Told you,” she said as she swallowed all of my babies and licked her lips. The whore was definitely talented.
After we got the room, me and the girls went straight upstairs and had a night of fucking pleasure. When they started off eating each other, Cherry’s instant aggressiveness turned me on.
“Lay back, bitch,” she demanded to her friend as she lifted her dress and exposed her clean shaven pussy.
Cherry used her tongue piercing to make the girl squirm as she quickly flicked it across her clit. I loved to watch two bitches fuck. The shit was like a work of art. As my dick began to throb, Cherry made her friend cum until she cried. I’d experienced plenty of threesomes in my day, but had never seen a girl get turned oute that. After admiring Cherry’s skills, it was my turn. Taking off my clothes, I quickly slid a condom over my dick before laying back on the bed. Getting either one of these sluts pregnant was definitely out of the question.
“Damn, are you really gonna make me suck your dick with a condom?” Cherry asked as she got on her knees.
“No disrespect, but I’m trying to stay clean. You got me once in the car, and I normally don’t fuck around like that.”
“Why? It’s not like I got something. What the hell can I give you by sucking your dick?”
“Man, just give me some head and stop talking so much.” I didn’t give a shit if she got upset.
“Yes, sir,” Cherry complied as she put my tool in her mouth.
While Cherry worked her magic, her friend came from underneath and started sucking my balls.
“Damn baby, what’s your name?” I asked.
“Kita,” the girl answered in between her wet slurps.
Like Cherry, she was also damn good at what she did. “I like your style,” I said with a silly smirk.
After licking my balls, Kita was ready to return favors to Cherry. Positioning herself directly behind Cherry’s ass, Kita began to spread her cheeks then moved directly toward her pussy. Listening to Cherry moan turned me on. Even Kita made me want to fuck her just from the way she had Cherry going. I eventually pulled away from Cherry once her concentration turned from me to Kita. As I went to put on another Magnum, I watched Cherry turn on her back so she could give Kita a better angle. Moments later, they both started pleasuring each other as if it was some type of competition of who could make who cum first. It was funny to see them both so competitive. I laughed to myself as I wondered who would have the best pussy sucking skills. As I stared at Kita’s big round ass, I was determined to get inside of her.
As soon as I got the condom on, I went straight to Kita. She instantly let out a loud moan as I stroked in and out of her tight hole. I could tell Cherry was getting jealous because she immediately stopped focusing on Kita and put my balls in her mouth.
“Damn Juan, when are you gonna fuck me?” Cherry said in between licks.
Before I could answer, Kita started yelling so loud, I’m sure the people in the next room heard her. That’s all it took before I took the condom off and came all on Kita’s back. Even though I was out of it, Cherry was determined for me to fuck her. I never had an issue with getting my dick hard especially while looking at her extra large Double D’s swinging in my face. Cherry got right back on my lap after I put another condom on and rode my dick like a cowboy from Texas. I had to admit, her pussy was the best I’d had in a long time. Not to mention, her head game was on point. I had fun with Kita, but Cherry was definitely the main course of the evening. After sher. I rounds of sex and several nuts later, I passed out with thoughts of hitting them both off with a stack for their services. However, Cherry was definitely gonna be on speed dial when I needed a convenient freak.
Chapter Four
LISA
“Come on Carlie…that’s a good girl,” I whispered to my baby girl as I nursed her.
It was a blessing that after all the trauma and emotional stress I’d gone through over the past couple of weeks, that I was still able to produce milk. I made a promise to God that I would stay clean if he saved my daughter. And I was determined to do just that. When she was born she only weighed three pounds, four ounces, and had only put on nine ounces in the past month. I continued to pump until I was able to nurse her, and today was special because it was the first day that she actually was able to latch on.
Looking at Carlie and her features made me think of Denie, especially with her deep dimples and light cinnamon complexion. Now, I knew my plan had to work to pass off Carlie as Rich’s child because she really looked like him. Since Uncle Renzo had revealed Carlos and Rich were brothers, I see why my daughter favored them both. As I nursed my princess and enjoyed the moment of being a mother again, my cell phone began to vibrate in my purse. Knowing I couldn’t answer since the private room I was in was so close to the NICU, I ignored the call until it continued to vibrate.
“Whoever this is, is ruining my moment,” I said to myself as Carlie stopped sucking. Thinking she might be done, I put her over my shoulder then proceeded to softly pat her back until I heard a small burp. “Awww, that’s a good girl,” I said in my best baby voice. “That’s mommy’s girl.”
When my phone started vibrating again, I sighed then placed Carlie back in my arms. Watching out for a nurse, I quickly grabbed my phone then placed it up to my ear. “Hello,” I whispered.
“Bitch, what type of games are you playin’? My lawyer just called and told me that you’re filin’ for child support for that lil’ crack baby you got over at the hospital!” Rich yelled.
NICU or not, there was no way I was gonna let him talk to me like that. “Rich, fuck you. She’s not a crack baby. I don’t smoke crack, asshole. If you don’t want me to let Renzo know about wh
at you did, it might be in your best interest to go along with the plan. Carlie is your daughter if anyone asks,” I replied with a devious smirk.
“Fuck that! You’re the reason why Denie disappeared and you want me to help you take care of a child that’s not mine. You trippin’. You fucked my brother bitch, then got him killed. You fuckin’ tramp!”
“Well, I raised your daughter that you had on me muthaucka! What’s the difference?”
“The difference is you tryin’ to fuck wit’ my bread, and wit’ all the cruddy shit you’ve done, you don’t deserve a dime.”
“With all the shit you put me through you owe me your life. Now, if you want to enjoy the few miserable years you have left on this earth, you’ll play by my rules, or I’ll see to it that Renzo puts you in the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Or would you rather be where Carlos is?”
I could tell that last comment stung because Rich was quiet for several seconds.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? That blow got your mind trippin’ if you think I’m payin’ you child support.”
“Try me, Rich. I’m through with being your wife. I can’t wait until I’m rid of your ass. See you in court, asshole.”
“I don’t want your washed up junkie-ass anyway, you fuckin’ whore!”
“Once my lawyer is done with you, Rich Sanchez you’ll be my whore. We’ll see who ends up on top in the end.”
CLICK.
Carlie must’ve sensed I was upset because as soon as I hung up, she started to cry. The last thing I wanted was for her to be upset, so I rocked my baby to calm her down.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Rich took your daddy away from us, but we’ll get him back right through his pockets. No one will stop me from making sure you have the world. That’s the only way your father would’ve wanted things to be for his princess.”