Clown Niggas

by T. Styles

  Dick’s eyes widened. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “He fought his cousins under the protection of many because he wasn’t strong enough to fight with the few. I wouldn’t play like that.”

  “Wow…how did Wyld and Spyrit handle it?”

  “Now, keep in mind that this is what Diane told me. So I repeat myself when I say that I’m not sure about the validity of it all.”

  “Who is Diane?”

  “She was a friend of Spyrit and Wyld’s mothers. And even when she told me the story I got the impression that there was more. Much more. Things she didn’t want me to know and was leaving out.”

  “Okay. Go ahead.”

  “I believe Wyld and Spyrit forgave Ryan just never forgot.” She sighed. “And if it’s true it would explain why Ryan had been trying to prove his worthiness ever since.” She sighed. “But judging by the negative energy I just witnessed with the boys I don’t think it’s working.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Wyld

  “You Ready To Receive Me?”

  Amelia smiled, as Wyld hovered over her, the mattress dipping slightly where his knees rested as he gazed down at her silhouette lustfully. The outlined muscle dips within the grooves of his stomach caught the candlelight perfectly making him look as if he were a work of art. Placing his hands on her knees he pushed them apart like a gate. “Look at your body.”

  She smiled. “I was starting to believe that you didn’t want this pussy.” She bit her bottom lip. “You play hard to get too good for me.”

  He reached into his silk black boxers and stroked his dick once. It was stiff and prepared to take the journey within her the moment he was ready. “If you think I didn’t want this it’s obvious you don’t know a lot about me, so I have to show you how I feel.”

  He pushed his boxers down toward the left to free his dick before crawling on top of her. Still he didn’t enter. Before releasing his weight onto her he snaked his minty tongue into the plushness of her mouth. Second by second he released his weight and she moaned as he pressed his chest against her soft breasts.

  Pushing her thick luscious thighs further apart a little more, she wrapped her legs around his muscular waistline, causing them to resemble a bow from the back.

  While kissing passionately, Wyld ran his fingertips over her neatly shaven pussy before he happened upon her gooey entrance. “Damn,” he moaned, his words falling into the hollows of her mouth. “You wet already, sexy?” His hot breath was intoxicating and dizzying, like a strange elixir.

  “I was wet when you picked me up, Wyld.” She moaned. “I just…I just want to show you how much I’m starting to care about you. I want you to feel me.”

  “Then what we waiting on?”

  He guided his stiffness and entered her slowly. The ride was smooth and hypnotic and he could stay within her all day if she allowed him. There was no rush…besides they had all the time in the world. When her legs trembled as he went deeper and threatened to close up the tunnel he gave her the proper direction. “Mmmmm…keep them legs open just like that, ma. Don’t shut me out just yet.”

  “Never, Wyld,” she bit her bottom lip and opened as wide as possible giving his dick the proper greeting. “I didn’t realize you were so fucking big.”

  He chuckled softly. “You wanted the ‘D’ and now you gonna take this shit.” He kissed her neck. “And if I make you mine it’ll be on the regular. Can you handle it?”

  “How about I show you.” She bit softly into his shoulder.

  His feverish chest pressed against hers as his tongue became stiff within her mouth, for a moment mirroring the pumps in and out of her box he was making with his dick. He was a master at his pipe game rolling side to side, up and down with deliberate luxurious swipes.

  The passion and rhythm of fucking a real man, not a crack addicted homeowner on the floor of a trap house, was refreshing. At time so refreshing that it took her out of the moment, forcing her to relive her dark dirty past. Closing her eyes she pushed the reverie toward the back of her mind, knowing full well they would revisit later. For the moment it was all about Wyld and fucking him as if it would be the last time.

  She felt in heaven. Each of Wyld’s strokes was filled with intent bringing them both closer to ecstasy.

  When he felt his dick filling up with cum he pressed his lips against her ear and snaked his hand under her lower back, pulling her closer toward his pelvis. “I’m about to cum in this pussy, baby girl. You ready to receive me?”

  “Bring that shit on, Wyld,” she said seductively, with the slight whorish-like flare that he loved. “I’m waiting.”

  “Mmmmmmmmmm,” he called out as he splashed his milk into her box, as she wrapped her legs around him tighter. Just hearing the passion he had for her caused her to cum also and for a moment he remained tucked inside her walls, playing on repeat their first lovemaking session together.

  Sticky with sweat due to their smashed bodies generating heat, finally he rose and laid next to her as she positioned her frame so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. “You are amazing, Wyld. I felt like we were making magic.”

  “We were.” He chuckled.

  “I hope I wasn’t too nasty.”

  He frowned and wiped her black hair behind her ear. “Never apologize for how you respond when we’re making love. Your secrets are always safe with me.” He exhaled. “Besides, you already won me over,” he chuckled. “No need for much more.”

  She giggled. “I’m serious.”

  “And so am I.” He gazed at her harder as if switching the channels mentally.

  She could always tell when he did that because it frightened her. Would he remember the face of the woman he’d given crack to many moons ago? She purposefully avoided wearing banged hairstyles for fear his memory would sharpen and would come rushing back at the wrong time. And she would lose him forever.

  “You never told me about your family, Amelia. Talk to me. I want to know more about you. Like where you from. What was your family like?”

  She thought about her drug-addicted cousin, the father she adored who killed himself and her time as a crack whore. Too much information could lead to bigger revelations than she was trying to uncover.

  “I’m an orphan, Wyld,” she lied. “I don’t know any of my family and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

  His eyes widened. “Never be sorry about your past if it’s made you into the woman you are. The woman who caught my eye.”

  “I guess you’re right. But I learned long ago that any memories I build are going to have to be self made because I didn’t have much of a life.”

  “Maybe I can help you with that.” He moved closer and slid his index finger into her pussy. “Especially if you keep serving me up like this.”

  She giggled and then grew serious. “Are you close to your cousins?”

  He laughed. “Hold up, I slide my finger in that pussy and you ask about my cousins?” he chuckled louder. “You sure you don’t want to tell me something?”

  She giggled and then simmered down. “I’m sorry. I was just wondering if you were close. With the one who came to the restaurant that day.”

  He removed his finger and placed his hands behind his head as he looked up into the dark ceiling. “I’m not gonna lie, I hate that nigga. But we’re blood related right?” he turned his head to look at her. “So I guess I gotta be.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Tawny

  “I Know The Real Amelia Rios.”

  The mall was loud and more crowded than normal, even for a Saturday afternoon. Tawny and Quaykiesha were walking around each having no real direction but looking to get into trouble if anyone would have them.

  “I hate that black bitch over there,” Quaykiesha said, pointing a red nail at a girl who was too busy pulling hard earned cash from the ATM to know her broke ass even existed. “She always thinks she’s better than everybody. Because she got that little government job.”

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sp; Tawny looked at her and rolled her eyes. “You do know you spit that same song and dance for every chick you see right?”

  Quaykiesha looked at her long and hard and sighed. “Sometimes I don’t know why I bother with you. Or why I let you pull me out my bed. I mean who goes to the mall when they broke anyway?”

  Tawny frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with window shopping. Plus I like to see the stuff I’ma get when I do get paid. Where’s the harm in that?”

  Quay stopped walking and gazed at her with wide eyes. “Did you just say for when you do get paid?” She chuckled loudly, causing the infant a woman was holding to cry hysterically. “Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? The mere idea that you will get paid for anything and that whatever you looking for in this mall will still be available is ridiculous as that pussy hair ponytail you wear on top of your head.”

  Tawny touched it. “I keep telling you it’s not pussy hair! My hair curls like this on it’s own.”

  Quaykiesha laughed lighter. “Yeah, sure. It looks like my taint and it’s too immature for a grown woman.”

  “And I’m not gonna stay broke forever you know?” she stepped in front of her. “I realize things look grim now but I have plans for my life, Quay. Everybody not tricking off for a come up like you.”

  “Are you sure about that?” She paused. “Plus you broke now so what difference does it make what you think you’ll have later?”

  Tawny rolled her eyes. “In the near future I’m gonna find someone for me,” she said. “With deep pockets who will think I’m the prettiest girl in the world. And he’ll be right too.”

  “Ever thought about getting a job?” Quay snapped. “Instead of expecting a nigga to fund your one man crack operation.”

  “I don’t know…have you ever thought about it? Because it kills me that you love raining down on me when the nigga you fucking broker than the both of us.”

  “He’s not broke. He just don’t have a lot of money all the time.”

  “So that makes him broke,” Tawny laughed loudly.

  Silence.

  “Anyway, Tawny, you and I both know that with the drug habit you built its gonna be hard to find a man who will take you seriously.” She paused. “But good luck on your ventures or whatever.”

  “And I told you a million times don’t believe everything you hear on the blocks. I’m not on drugs and I haven’t been in years.”

  “That’s not what the street says. And that’s not what I smell when I come home on days you not expecting me.”

  “Since we’re getting our news from the streets so I guess it’s true about you being a whore too?”

  Quaykiesha sighed. “You know what, I’m not gonna say shit to you and will you please try your hardest to return the favor? I’ll allow you to have your little dreams because I have mine. And they’re more realistic.”

  “And just what are they?”

  “I’m trying to get at the nigga Wyld once and for all.” She paused. “I forgot to tell you I was driving by the Mercedes Dealership in Towson, on my way to the mall the other day, and I saw him stepping into something next year. Damn that red nigga fine as fuck! And he got money too! Girl, I hope God drops that man in my lap. I just want him standing in front of me so I can suck on that dick like a bottle nipple.”

  “Oh shit! That’s my cousin!” Tawny interrupted, looking in the opposite direction of Quaykiesha.

  When Amelia saw Tawny she smiled and reluctantly walked over to her cousin. “Oh…hey, Tawny. I been meaning to hit you back,” Amelia lied. “So what you been up to?”

  “Fuck all that. Let’s get back to this, I been meaning to hit you back, thing you just said. Because my phone ain’t rung once.”

  “Yeah,” she wiped her hair out of her face. “I was gonna get around to it but never got the chance. But things been busy over on my end so you know how it goes.”

  Tawny’s nose twitched a little as she struggled with calling her cousin out on what she deemed to be fake behavior. “Well you look good and I know you got a few bucks on you for your little, cuz. Since I haven’t seen you and all.”

  “Tawny, how come you always hitting me up for cash?”

  “If I’m always hitting you up it means that I need it.” Tawny placed her hands on her hips. “And whatever you give me I’m gonna give right back. You know that.”

  Quaykiesha giggled upon hearing the lies and Tawny gave her the evil eye before focusing back on Amelia.

  “I wish I could help out, Tawny, but today is not good for me. I’m actually light in the pockets myself.”

  Tawny scanned her new shoes, designer purse and Louis Vuitton glasses. “Well it seems like you getting by just fine to me.” She paused. “I was only asking for the money to put food in the refrigerator since me and Quay kinda low this week.”

  Amelia focused on Quaykiesha. “Oh, hey, Quay. I forgot to say hi.”

  Quay grabbed her cell phone and pretended to be uninterested. “Hey, girl.” It was the fakest greeting known to man.

  Amelia caught the shade but wanted to get away from them so the less talking the better. “Like I said, I wish I could this week but I can’t.” She looked at her Apple watch. “But let me head out before my friend comes back to get me. I’ll call you later, Tawny.”

  “Yeah…you do that.” Tawny watched as Amelia switched away and she was consumed with jealousy. “That bitch stay stunting. I should’ve let Day-Day smack her ass that time she begged me when Amelia stepped on her open toe sandal and messed up her fresh polish.”

  Quay laughed. “You know how fake bitches are. Don’t know why you getting all riled up.”

  “What fucks me up about her is that she act like I don’t know the past.”

  Quay dropped her phone in her purse. “What you mean?”

  “My cousin was the biggest crack whore in Baltimore. Dope boys and tricks came from miles around to get their dicks wet by that mouth. I once saw her fuck four men on the floor of a trap house for a hundred dollar pack. Somebody said it was so many niggas hitting it that they only had to give a dollar a piece to afford that cheap bitch.”

  Quay’s eyes widened. “Damn, she don’t look like she go that hard no more.”

  She glared. “Well looks can be deceiving.” Tawny focused back into the mall. “Very deceiving. So she can front all she wants to. I know the real Amelia Rios. And if she gets too big for her name I’m gonna let the world know too.”

  Quaykiesha shook her head. “Well I’m glad you not my cousin but let me know when you do spread the word.” She sighed. “ I love to see bitches like that fall.” She looked at her watch. “I gotta go. I’ll get up with you sooner than later. I gotta meet a nigga about a few bucks.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Ryan

  “I Guarantee She Would Tell Another Story.”

  Ryan was over E.M.’s house cooking hot dogs, which he was burning, because Cujo was over earlier, pressing him to push off on the plan to kill Wyld and he wasn’t paying attention to his food.

  Wyld’s murder was still in the front of his mind but he would be lying if he didn’t say that he was having reservations. Especially after realizing that once he made a move that severe it was final and there was no coming back.

  Wyld rubbed Ryan the wrong way but at the end of the day if he was in a bind he knew Wyld was the one man he could call on to pull him out of a jam. He wasn’t certain he could say the same thing about Cujo.

  After tossing the hot dogs around in the boiling water, the meat busting open down the middle due to being overcooked, he thought about his plans for the day.

  Later he was hooking up with Quaykiesha for a quick dick suck before hitting her off with a few bucks. Although she was really feeling Wyld, and he knew this from the gate, there was a soft spot he held in his heart and dick for the whore. Not because she deserved the honor, which couldn’t be further from the truth, but because he could always count on her when he needed a feel good and that made her the closest thing he had
to a girlfriend, which was ridiculous seeing as how she belonged to Spyrit and all.

  Still, she was good for the occasional top off every now and again and he needed her now.

  Ryan’s food was almost extra mushy when E.M.'s boyfriend slid out of the bedroom. He was yawning and rubbing his hairy chest with one hand like Caesar from the Planet Of The Apes. What turned everything to red in Ryan’s vision was when he saw that the man actually walked out of the room with his dick, still wet with E.M.’s bodily fluid, hanging out the hole of his off white boxers.

  “Oh wow, I didn’t know you were here.” He lied, tucking his penis away before placing the same hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you though. I been meaning to tell you that it’s time you and I had a good talk. Since it’s obvious you aren’t going anywhere and I’m not either. When I think about it hard it’s as if Beverly has two men right?” He chuckled.

  Ryan looked at Dick’s fingertips on his arm and hated himself for not having his gun. E.M.’s beau or not, he would’ve murdered him right where he stood had he been strapped.

  “I’m gonna tell you as clean as possible, I’ma need you to get the fuck up off me.”

  Dick dropped his hand and Ryan felt rage coursing through his body as Dick stood in his breathing space, the scent of E.M.’s Downy scented sheets on his skin. “No need to get all worked up, kid. Just trying to bury the hatchet.”

  “Why would you come out here like that if you wanted to bury the hatchet? You knew I was out here, nigga.” Ryan continued to focus on the overcooked hot dogs that now resembled Spam, while hoping that he back off before he was forced to hurt him.

  His wishes ended in vain.

  “Lil man, I told you before that Beverly’s my woman and I’m not moving around my woman’s house like another nigga lives here. Now I was gonna call a truce with you but I see that’s not possible. You a jealous little bastard with nothing to do but be where you not wanted.”

  “And E.M. told you I was not wanted?” Ryan asked sarcastically. “Because if I went back there I guarantee she would speak another tale.” He laughed.