by Sa'id Salaam
"What's up shawty?" a gold-toothed dread called from the open window of a passing hooptie.
"Heeeeey!!!!!!" the girls sang in unison as their chariot had arrived.
The carload of thugs made a reckless U-turn. They had music blaring and weed smoke billowing from the tinted windows. When they pulled to a stop, the girls jumped in and climbed over the men in the backseat getting groped as they went.
"Smoke something?" Mary asked eager to get in on the blunts being passed around.
"Suck a nigga dick or something?" came the response.
"OK!" came the reply. The driver quickly pulled off the main street and drove around to the back of a store. The men all dug into their pockets to chip in on the ensuing train.
In all they dollared-up forty bucks, two dime bags of weed, and one D-LITE CD. That was more than enough. In exchange, the five men spent the next hour taking turns in both girls.
Once they all finished, the girls got out to get cleaned up. After all they were going to the club. No sooner than they got out, the car pulled off. They didn't sweat it since they were only a block away now.
"Oh damn!" Mary groaned as she squatted to pee and some splashed on her ankles.
"I know right!" Sha'Nay-nay co-signed assuming she saw it was well past ten. Even though they would still be way ahead after they paid due to the unscheduled foray, they still hated paying full price for anything. It was a matter of principle.
The girls fixed themselves up as best they could and hoofed it over to the club. They both sucked their teeth at the long line they now had to stand in.
"Oh gurl!" Mary complained once she saw her friend in the light.
"Gurl what?" she asked matching her concern.
"One dem niggas done skeeted in your hair!" she whispered as quietly as a loud hood rat can whisper, which was loud enough to be heard by everyone in the immediate area around them.
"Where?" Sha'Nay-nay asked, feeling around in her weave and finding a large wad of cum.
"Ewww!!!!!" the two pretty girls screamed, disgusted as she smeared it around and worked it in like gel.
"Fuck y'all hoes ewwing about? Don't get y'all ass beat out here!" Mary barked coming to her friend’s rescue. Regular girls do not want it from ratchet girls and quickly backed down. They wisely walked away to avoid confrontation.
A half-hour later, the slow moving line finally delivered the duo to the front door. They shook their colorful heads at the sign announcing a 10 dollar admission fee. Even though they were still up after the 'train' they still complained.
"And we gotta buy our own dranks," Sha'Nay-nay griped as they walked in.
"Nuh uh, I'm finna get one dese niggas to buy me a drank," Mary said before launching into her off key version of 'BUY YOU A DRANK'.
Unfortunately, it was only 11 o'clock which is far too early to buy a ratchet girl a drink. Most men start at the top when they search for prey in the club. Only after getting shot down by the bad bitches, do they began to settle. First they try the big butt pretty girls, then ugly with banging bodies. If still no luck, they check with the fat and plain ugly. If all else fails and the club is about to close, then and only then, do you approach the ratchet girls. They are the last call for alcohol.
The scenario played true and sure enough, the girls had plenty of attention once last call for alcohol was announced. Now it was the girls chance to choose and they chose Randy and Nick, two low level drug peddlers from the north side of town.
"Buy y'all a drank?" Randy asked just in time to place the last order.
"Okaaaaaay," the girls sang together as only best friends can. "Blue motherfuckers!"
They had been sharing beer from the tap up until then. The strong fruity concoction should be enough to take them over the edge.
In true ratchet girl form, the two girls guzzled their drinks while the men felt them up. Niggas know if a chick will let you feel her up in public, she'll fuck. They were right. A short drive later and they were both getting dug out inside of a cheap motel room with the lights on. After smoking a blunt for intermission, they switched bitches and fucked them again.
The grand total for the night; each girl had sex with 7 different men. And that shit is ready to death!
CHAPTER 3
If there was any blame for the girls’ absence of morals, it would have to start with their parents, then the environment, and finally the girls themselves.
For Sha'Nay-nay, she got it honestly. Her mother Flo was a ratchet girl herself long before the term was even coined. She initially had no idea which one of the boys or man in the same project she still lived in fathered her child. For nine months it was a tossup since so much of the hood had visited her vagina. It was only after the girl was born that it became apparent that Big Larry was the father. The resemblance could not be denied by anyone but still no one said anything. Besides, the grown Big Larry had no business messing with the 14 year old Florence, especially since he was already married himself with a house full of kids. One of his kids, Anitra, was actually born on the same day as Sha'Nay-nay. Yup they were sisters!
Unfortunately for Sha'Nay-nay, her young mother had been watching her favorite show 'Martin' when she went into labor. Had she not been high or drunk, she could have come up with something different. But she was; so she didn’t.
Flo was in truth a little slow and lacked the good sense not to let her daughter witness the sexual acts that were a nightly occurrence. She would chase her away when she caught her watching and giggling but that's not the same as not letting her see it in the first place. That's not the same as good parenting.
There was no church, PTA, or any real concern for the child. She was fed, housed, and not much more. Luckily, Big Larry wasn't a total savage. He knew the child was his and looked out on the sly. He, through buffers, made sure she had clothes and food. Of course that's not quite the same as having a daddy but, like Big Larry reasoned, it's better than nothing. Which is.....eh.
Big Larry also forbade all the dope boys from selling Flo anything stronger than weed. Since they worked for him, they complied.
Mary on the other hand, really didn't have any excuse. She was one of the low percentages of black children who had a mother and a father in the same house; not stepfather, but real father who was actually married to her mother. He was a respectable father who went to work every day to support his family. Living in the projects represented failure to him. That's why a piece of every penny he earned went towards buying a house in the burbs.
That alone should have been enough to steer the girl in the right direction but it wasn’t. Despite what was being taught in her home or in Sunday school, little Mary was drawn to the streets. No matter how badly her mother scorned the little girls who dressed exactly like prostitutes, Mary longed to dress that way herself. It didn't matter that she was overweight, she wanted to flaunt herself. It's hard to compete with videos when singers and rappers are saying being a whore is cool.
Boys have always been an issue for the fast ass little girl. No matter what, if boys were around her clothes were coming off. She even got expelled from Sunday school. Who gets expelled from Sunday school?
Most teachers forced her to sit in the front of the class so they could keep an eye on her until she started gaping her legs open and flashing them. Only one male teacher didn't mind and he discreetly masturbated behind the desk while staring at her crotch. At 16, Mary nor her parents, could take any more of the other and parted ways. She went to stay with Sha'Nay-nay and Flo while her parents finally moved to the house in the suburbs. With the last little bit of guidance gone that's when Mary really turned up.
To their credit, both girls once tried to get jobs. But with the depressed economy, it was slim pickings. The fact that they dressed like circus whores didn't help the case. The girls tried and failed to emulate the video chicks but didn't have the bodies nor the money to pull it off. Sha'Nay-nay looked more like a skinny teenage boy than a girl with her flat chest and narrow ass sitting on top
of long legs. Mary just knew she had a body but didn't. She would just stuff herself into clothes that were too small to show off her ass. Of course, she had a big ass; she was fat.
The girls both started fucking at age 16, which is actually late in the projects. That was only because the boys their age were like 'eww' and the older guys didn't want statutory rape cases. Finally, after one of the project block parties, Carl and Mann pulled them with gin and weed and gave them the business. They took them into the woods and broke their cherries. The two men fucked them so good they both slept right there. Carl stuck a few bucks into their pockets to ensure silence and left them. They awoke the next morning addicted to dick and getting money for it. Win/win.
CHAPTER 4
"Mm that's it," Kendall coached as Sha'Nay-nay blew him. He watched in astonishment as his entire penis disappeared into her head. He wondered if it went down into her throat or up into her brain. Wherever it was, it was about to explode.
"Mm hmm," she moaned in approval as his dick swelled and pulsated as it ejected gobs of cum. Sha'Nay-nay took every drop before swallowing with a loud gulp. It wasn't until the last spasm that she pulled the now shiny dick out of her mouth.
"Dayum, you got some FIYAH ass head," Kendall cheered as he put his dick away and dug into his pocket. He gladly handed over the dime bag of weed and 20 dollar bill she called for. It was a bargain. "Come back later on tonight after the club."
It was Sha'Nay-nay’s turn to pay for the movies so a quick twenty and bag would cover it. She was so happy; she practically skipped down the stairs from his apartment. She skipped right into Anitra.
"Oh hell naw! I know you ain't coming out my man’s houses" she screeched for the benefit of her girlfriends. "Bitch must lost her damn mind."
"Yeah!" her girls cosigned, glad it was someone else getting caught instead of them. Kendall was a well-known man whore and his dope boy status granted him access to all the vagina in the projects.
"Bitch?" Sha'Nay-nay questioned, ready to beat the insult back down her throat. Luckily for all, Kendall walked out right behind her.
"Fuck going on out here?" he boomed authoritatively with a fake frown.
"Fuck dis hoe coming out yo’ spot 'fo?" Anitra asked as she slid safely behind.
"She came for some weed so chill out," Kendall replied shutting her down. "I gotta lot to do tonight so I'll see you later.
Sha'Nay-nay knew that statement was designed to clear the way for the rendezvous later on that evening. She sang 'thanks ' and skipped off happily. Both Sherry and Re-Re caught it but they sure couldn't tell, they were in the lineup as well. Anitra probably had less sex with her man than anyone in the projects. She tried to switch as she walked away but with no ass her whole back went side-to-side and it just looked crazy.
Once she made it back to the apartment, she and Mary got dressed for the movies. She went to the dryer to select an outfit and pulled out a pair of green leggings to match her yellow skirt and red top.
"I needs me some 'ernge' (orange) shoes," she protested, falling one color short of a rainbow.
Mary was already stuffed inside some shorts half her true size and a halter top that had meat squeezed out at different directions. Of course they both had on the same style of shoe in different colors. Buy one get one free you know.
"Dang you musta really put it on ole Leroy," Mary exclaimed as the car sprang to life at the turn of the key.
"Nuh uh! He just fixed it on the strength," Sha'Nay-nay replied not knowing Kendall footed the bill. “Besides, last time I gave him some pussy, he got some lungs. He was all up in my shit!
"Where you get movie money from?" Mary inquired.
"My man," Sha'Nay-nay sang proudly. She knew her sex had the man sprung. She let him have her anyway, anytime.
They arrived at the theater and took their place in the long line with the other people who still didn't know you could buy tickets online. While they waited and engaged in their favorite pastime which was talking about people.
"Ooh gurl dat’s dem boys from da club!" Mary cheered as she spotted Randy and Nick. "We can hook with dem afta the movie."
"I'm posed to hook up with Kendall," Sha'Nay-nay announced.
"More for me! What was they names?" Mary frowned as a search through her brain came up empty. No pun intended. Well, maybe a little.
"I don't think they told us?” Sha'Nay-nay said drawing a blank as well.
"Hey!” the girls called out loudly from across the crowded lobby getting their attention, along with everyone else.
"What's up?" Randy smiled as he approached obviously not remembering their names either. It wouldn't matter how much they thought, truth was they didn't introduce themselves before fucking. They exchanged body fluids but not names.
"Sha'Nay-nay," Sha'Nay-nay said pointing to herself, then doing the same for Mary.
"Nick and Randy," Nick mimicked as Randy scanned the area uncomfortably. It was way too early to be seen with ratchet girls not to mention they were in public. "Say shawty let's hook up later, smoke one."
"OK!" Mary sang answering for the both of them. Sha'Nay-nay frowned but held her tongue until the men left.
"Gurl you know I'm getting with Kendall tonight!" she chided.
"I know, shit Mo for me." Mary cheered. It wasn't like she couldn't handle two men at once with her nasty ass.
The girls used the ‘human its’ before the movie started to smoke a blunt in the car. Of course they were as loud and ghetto as humanly possible through the whole movie, infuriating all.
Randy and Nick took Mary with them as Sha'Nay-nay drove home alone. They took her to the same seedy motel room and gave her the business. Nick and Randy pounded her from both ends until they both couldn't take anymore. For the next several hours they tag-teamed her only stopping for blunt and beer breaks.
Meanwhile back in the projects, Kendall was using both his hands to gyrate Sha'Nay-nay’s slim hips as she rode him backwards. He was again amazed at how much dick her skinny frame could take. He was all the way inside of her as she grinded herself to an orgasm followed right behind by him. They too took a break to smoke and drink before going at it again.
Once Randy and Nick finished inside of Mary they drove her back to the projects. The Mary train pulled into the parking lot. Nick spotted Kendall's well-known custom SUV perched high on 30 inch rims and hated. He hated the truck, the man who owned it, and ultimately himself for not having reached that level yet.
"Look," he said, alerting his partner to the man they would love to catch slipping.
"That's Kendall’s shit ain't it?" he asked hatefully since he too was a hater.
"Oh y'all know Kendall? He go with my friend. That's why she had to go. He go with Anitra but be messing with Sha'Nay-nay though. Be over there every weekend. He even keep stuff out at her house sometimes, money, dope, whatever, because he knows he can trust us," Mary rambled on and on, giving the would be robbers more information than they would have thought to ask for; more than enough to set up a robbery.
To validate all the information she had given, Kendall appeared from the building. He had that weak in the knees stagger from smoking blunts and busting nuts. He walked right past his dangerous future without a sideways glance. Without even knowing it, Mary set him up.
"Who dat Rodney?" Lil Dino asked at the site of the strange car in the projects parking lot. Since they were outside selling crack they had to be on point for the jackers and crackers.
"I know that car. That's them niggas from the Southside," Rodney replied. He was about to pull a gun from his stash until Mary stumbled out. She too had that 'just got your brains fucked out' swagger. By now the whole hood was used to seeing strange men either picking up or dropping off the local ratchet girls.
"Hold up, they just dropping Mary off. Shit I'm finna get some dome real quick!" Dino said.
"Me too," Rodney replied digging into his pockets for an offering.
One would think that after having a vigorous train ran on
her that Mary would turn down the request of the too young dealers. One would be wrong too. Ratchet to death!
CHAPTER 5
When rap superstar D-LITE came to town, tickets sold out within minutes. Scalpers were selling the hot commodity at an outrageous markup, ensuring only the truly 'caked up' could partake. Still, die-hard fans, male and female sought a way to get into the venue.
"Round here!" Terry called out when he spied a side door partially open. Most of the groupies played the back door hoping and praying for a way in.
"What up?" Vaughn called out as he rushed to catch up. They weren’t the only ones who decided to abandon the back door for easier access. There were far too many girls, women, and guys offering sexual favors in exchange for admission.
The ratchet twins were on the verge of giving up but decided to check the side windows then the roof, and if all else failed, tunnel under.
"Look it!" Mary announced when she saw Terry and Vaughn slipping into the side door.
"Say shawty!” Sha'Nay-nay yelled as they took off in pursuit.
The two teenage intruders were stuck in their places assuming they were caught until they saw the oddly dressed groupies runnng up to them.
"Skrate up we'll suck y'all dick if y'all let us in!" Mary offered assuming they worked at the club.
"Bet!" the young men giggled. They couldn't believe how good their luck was. D-LITE and some head, does it get better than that?
"What the...?" the real security guards asked when they came across the mini orgy.
"What's going on here?" the larger of the two men yelled, startling dicks out of mouths. Luckily, they both skeeted just in time.
They giggled as they put their penises away and ran back out the door. They may have gotten a free blowjob but it cost them the chance to see the show.