Yolo 2: A Beautiful Death

by Sa'id Salaam

  The opposite was true for the girls; it may have cost them an extra blowjob but ultimately got them into the concert. After getting the guards off, they were escorted into the venue. They ended up side stage where they could compete with 100 or so other groupies for a chance to actually meet the hero.

  "Oh no," Mary whispered, looking up at Sha'Nay-nay’s teal green weave.

  "What?" She asked feeling around until she came across another glob of semen. This time she removed it and wiped it on the girl in front of her. Being a groupie is a competitive sport.

  D-LITE was focused on his audience, so the groupies focused on the bodyguards. They were the men who could get them close to the man. Groupies love to work in packs to increase the odds of success.

  Sometimes they would actually draw lots to see who would take one for the team and fuck the help. Bodyguards sleep test with selecting groupies so if 1 or 2 out the pack seduced them properly the rest had a shot at the elusive after the after party, party, otherwise known as going back to the hotel for drinks and dick.

  Mary and Sha'Nay-nay had their work cut out for them because the other groupies were gorgeous model types, not to mention their clothes matched. The girls had one thing in their favor; they were ratchet to death. The two project chicks begin pushing and shoving the pretty girls out of their way until they reached the front.

  "You, you, you and you," a guard said pointing as he picked groupies for the hotel. Mary and Sha'Nay-nay made the first cuts by being nearest to the front.

  They had actually caught a glimpse of the sweaty superstar as he exited the stage. D-LITE was quickly whisked away by limo as the girls piled into two vans. A short time later they pulled into the underground parking at the hotel. The crew along with 20 or so girls smoked and drank as D-LITE made his rounds at an after party. His crew were assigned to select the baddest chicks for the boss and allowed to keep the rest.

  "A-yo, remember that stunt Lite pulled on us in Brazil?” Maurice one of his handlers asked another.

  "Do I? Nigga had us stuck in that damn airport for 2 days!" he replied bitterly at the prank.

  D-LITE, who was a known practical joker, told Brazilian security that his two companions were Al-Qaida. They were apprehended and strip-searched while the rest of the crew flew off to a show in Trinidad. It took a call to the American embassy to straighten the mess up and get them released.

  "Well look!" he laughed pointing at the ratchet girls who were pocketing cocktail scrimps in their purses and attempting to drink all the champagne.

  "Oh, hell yeah!" Vic laughed as he understood where his partner was going. D-LITE was a well-known trick back then, a freak. When he finished a show he would retire with 1, 2, or sometimes 3 girls selected by his team. Tonight Mary and Sha'Nay-nay would be selected.

  "Hey, Olive Oil, Brutis, come here," Maurice ordered. "You girls want to spend the night with Lite?"

  "Hell yeah!" they cheered just short of actually waving pom poms.

  "Okay check it, he'll be here in a few minutes so go on in the room and get undressed," he said and let them into the back room. The look on the pretty girls’ faces was priceless as they saw who they lost out to. It meant they had to have sex with the help, which for a groupie is still a win. At least they can honestly say they went to D-LITE’s hotel room and had sex. Who cares if it's with a driver or DJ or the barber

  "I'm finna try and suck this nigga brains out through his dick!" Mary announced proudly.

  "I know that's right!" Sha'Nay-nay cosigned as she raced to get out of her clothes. There they were, two of the most ratchet chicks on the planet clad in nothing but underwear. Big Mary had on tiger striped panties with leopard bra and Nay-nay had a polka dot yellow thong and training bra. It was about to go down!

  "D-LITE is in the house!" The rapper announced as he and bodyguard stepped into the suite. All the remaining women rushed to him to get autographs and cop free feels. He graciously entertained them, staying long enough to smoke a few blunts and sip a little champagne.

  "Damn son these some bad bitches yo! Can't wait to see what y'all picked up for me," the pampered superstar gushed. He had gotten so spoiled in his newfound fame that he didn't even pick out his own clothes anymore.

  "Oh these chicks ain’t shit!" Vic assured him "Wait till you see the two we got waiting in your bed!"

  "Two!" he exclaimed with his eyes lighting up. "I'm out".

  After giving pounds and or hugs to every man and woman in the room, Lite rushed into his bedroom and closed the door.

  "Wait for it...Wait for it!" Maurice laughed as all present waited for Lite to come rushing back out of the room and throw one of his world famous tantrums.

  "Huh?" Vic questioned when several minutes had past and nothing happened.

  "Naw, can't be." Maurice frowned and approached the door. He slowly cracked it open and sure enough, there was D-LITE and company getting busy.

  Several hours later Sha'Nay-nay and Mary emerged from the room on wobbly legs. They thumbed their noses at the room full of pretty girls they beat out to bed the rapper. They ended up having to fuck the help.

  "Un uh girl, your hair!" Mary moaned as Sha'Nay-nay walked past. "Girl, how you got skeet on the back of your head?"

  Sha'Nay-nay didn't even bother to try to remove it. She still won. It was Ratchet Girls 1 Pretty Girls 0.

  Chapter 6

  "Man!" Sha'Nay-nay groaned as she peed on the toilet, her fingers, and finally her intended target, the pregnancy test strip. She sat on the edge of the tub and anxiously awaited the results.

  Ever since Anitra got too big from her and Kendall's next baby, Nay-nay had to take up the slack. It was for that reason; she reserved the coochie just for him. You could still get your dick sucked but no pussy.

  When the test came back positive she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, rejoice or despair. The last thing a party girl wanted was a baby. But this wasn't any baby; this was Kendall’s baby. No matter what she told Mary, she was in love with the man and she couldn't deny it anymore.

  Kendall loved her too; have her tell it. That's why with all the other chickens running around the projects, he chose to pluck her feathers almost daily. However, her duties to him started to interfere with her duties to her best friend. Now Mary had to pull overtime handling trains solo.

  "Come on Nay-nay, Randy dem been tryna get you to hang out with us. It's too much work trying to fuck both of them. You need to help pick up my slack," Mary pleaded.

  "Girl, you know my man finna come over here after he finished in the traps!"

  "Yo’ man! Chile please!" Mary laughed tinged with jealousy. Sha'Nay-nay heard the envy but let it pass; they were bigger than that even if she didn't know it.

  "Well yeah I got to get a room,” She insisted. He did not want his whereabouts known. Not that the projects didn't already know. As we all know, it's virtually impossible to keep a secret in public housing.

  Kendall had been spotted either coming or going to and from Sha'nay-nay's house for months. Of course once word spread to Anitra, she refused to accept it until her own surveillance proved the rumors to be true. She even offered him some ass after he came in one night and his refusal told on him. To pay him back, she begin to spread love throughout the project as well. Niggers love fucking the big man’s girl; it's a power thing. Oh and don't have your name tattooed anywhere on her because niggas will make sure to skeet on it. That 'Kendall' on Anitra’s neck was often used for target practice. Just like the rapper D-LITE said, that 'baby boy' in her 'belly' could belong to any one of these 'boys in the hood'.

  All of that free fucking wasn't exactly free. Slowly letters from the health department begin to trickle in. Soon they were in most of the project’s mailboxes including our ratchet girls. Only problem was that everyone knew that the health department didn't send out checks so most went straight into the garbage. Sha'nay-nay threw hers and Mary's in the junk drawer and forgot about it. When the alert from the health departments drew minimal reactio
n, they begin to go door to door with their urgent news.

  An HIV outbreak had been linked to and from the housing complex. When confronted with the news, most said 'no thanks' and closed their doors in the faces of the workers. In an unprecedented move, a county judge signed production orders for half of the residents. Those who refused to respond, including Mary and Sha'Nay-nay, were eventually brought in wearing handcuffs.

  "What y'all brang us here for?" Mary demanded, once the paddy wagon arrived at the jail. They got no reply for an answer and were herded a hundred deep, men and women, into holding cells. Anitra and her little crew talked about them loud enough to be heard but low enough not to get in trouble.

  One by one, they were called out and granted their freedom back in exchange for a vial of blood. If you refused you were escorted up into a private cell until you changed your mind. The ride over was free but getting back was your problem.

  Kendall was parked discreetly down the block waiting on his baby mama. He made his living avoiding the police and even though his name was on the list, he still escaped capture.

  "There go yo’ man, maybe he'll give us a ride to the projects, since you his girl and all!" Mary quipped spitefully.

  "Bitch I know you just seen Anitra up in there and she pregnant so you know he had to pick her up!" Sha'Nay-nay shot back. She was starting to grow weary of all the hating.

  To prove a point, that she was in close to the man, she walked over to his open window. A minute later, she turned away with cab fare home.

  "What them niggas you fuck give you ‘sides some dick?" she demanded showing off two 20-dollar bills that was more than enough to cover cab fare back to the projects. She still hadn't told anyone about the pregnancy yet, but she was irritable. It was hell on the ratchet girl to keep a secret even her own.

  "You changed!" Mary huffed.

  "No you changed!" Sha'Nay-nay shot back. They were both right. They were growing up, and as it happens with a lot of friends, growing apart.

  CHAPTER 7

  "You sure no one is going to get hurt?” Mary asked again as Randy and Nick checked their guns again."Ya’ll don't need no guns."

  "Chill shawty we just going to scare him," Nick assured her. “Sides we gone break you off from whatever we get.”

  The lure of quick, free cash was enough to shut Mary's conscience. At first, she regretted the decision to set Kendall up to be robbed but since Sha'Nay-nay had become more and more distant she didn't care. In her mind, he was taking her only friend away and needed to be punished for it.

  "Okay he be over our spot on the late night tip," Mary told the would be robbers. They thanked her by getting her high and running another train on her.

  Back at the apartments, Sha'Nay-nay practiced on how she was going to break the news of her pregnancy. She had just made up her mind, she was keeping her baby. Once upon a time the girls would let guys impregnate them, then tax them for abortion money. Not only would they have to pay for the free abortion, but a little something extra for the trouble. Since no one wanted to have a baby by either of the ratchet girls, it was money well spent.

  She still hadn't perfected a sales pitch by the time Kendall arrived. He came in and headed straight for the bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers and lit a blunt.

  "Here you go shawty," he said passing the weed.

  "Mm mm, I'm cool," she said passing on the blunt. From the moment she accepted she was pregnant, she fell back on everything, including Mary.

  Instead, she pulled out his semi-erect penis and begins making love to it with her mouth. She giggled inwardly as his toes curled when she ran her hot tongue around its big mushroom head. When he got tired of being teased, he pushed her head down sliding deep into her throat.

  Sha'Nay-nay took the hint and gave him one of her world famous blowjobs. No hands, straight tongue and throat action. A couple of minutes later, he tensed as he began to ejaculate on tonsils. Just after the first salty blast of semen hit her stomach, the bedroom door flew open.

  "Don't move fuck nigga!" Randy screamed from behind a gun and ski mask. Right behind him was Nick holding a gun on Mary.

  "We getting robbed!" Mary screamed unconvincingly. Sha'Nay-nay knew her well enough to know she was faking.

  "Be easy," Kendall said easily and glanced over to where his pistol and pants lay.

  "Easy my ass! You best come off that dough nigga!" Randy barked.

  Sha'Nay-nay was so confused she didn't know what do. She looked back between the two masked men, Kendall and Mary.

  "Why y'all robbing us?" Mary whined, "We ain't got nothing."

  Kendall was far too proud to give up his money without a fight. The concept of 'it's only money and I'll make more' didn't reach him. Being able to say 'ain't nare nigga ever got me' was a bragging right, even if it had to be etched on your tombstone.

  It was this hubris that goaded him into making a play for his gun. He lunged for his weapon but didn't make it. In a panic, Nick emptied his small caliber pistol into his torso stopping him in his tracks.

  "Shit!" Randy exclaimed as it turned into way more than he bargained for. He forgot about the money and ran from the room. Nick too ran empty handed from the apartment. They were seen by quite a few people as they tore out of the projects.

  "Call an ambulance!" Sha'Nay-nay screamed as she rushed to his holey side. She attempted to plug the bullet wounds with her hands.

  Mary was frozen in her place, too shocked to move. It took seconds and more desperate pleas before she finally made the call. News traveled so fast in the projects that there was a sizable crowd on hand by the time the ambulance finally arrived some twenty minutes later.

  The rumors began swirling wildly as soon as Kendall was rushed into the ambulance and whisked away. Sha'Nay-nay ran the few blocks to the hospital still covered in blood as Mary stayed behind fielding questions from the police and then the hood. Rodney and Dino pulled up and listened skeptically.

  She claimed not to know anything but no one believed her. Chicks have been setting niggas up since the caveman days. They were shooting question after question to see if her answer would change.

  Over at the hospital, Sha'Nay-nay was having problems of her own. Not officially being family, the staff wouldn't give out any information whatsoever. To make matters worse, Anitra and her band of hoes had just arrived on the scene.

  "Fuck my man was doing at yo’ house?" Anitra demanded inches from her face.

  "Getting his dick sucked, then I was finna ride it backwards," Sha'Nay-nay replied closing the distance.

  Anitra reeled back and slapped the smirk off of her face. It took great restraint not to attack the pregnant girl. She would have to let it go for now since she was so far along.

  "Quit lying bitch. My man wouldn't touch yo skank ass!" she pleaded to Sha'Nay-nay's departing back. Anitra's friends all looked away knowing good and well Kendall fucked her, them, and everyone else.

  Kendall was in grave condition from the shredded lungs and blood loss. Doctors put him on life support to delay the inevitable.

  Revenge would have to wait to see if he pulled through or not. If he died quite a few people were going right behind him.

  CHAPTER 8

  Every promiscuous person will tell you that the ten days that the clinic takes to give you the life and death results of HIV tests are the longest 10 days of your life. The mood in the projects was subdued as they all waited.

  Pussy had to wait until it got a clean bill of health. When the results begin to trickle in the impact was immediate. Couples who made it, made vows and married. The preacher's wife who was a virgin when she married and had been faithful ever since didn't take her positive results well. She cooked her dick donating husband a big meal and shot him in the back of his head when he sat down to eat it.

  Quite a few people moved abruptly, leaving ex-lovers and fuck buddies in wonder. They wondered until they got their own news good or bad. Negative test got letters mailed which caused great apprehension when
ever the mailman came. People rejoiced and thanked God when they saw the distinct yellow envelope in the mailbox.

  Health department workers were sent door-to-door to deliver the positive tests. Some people refused to answer the doors when they came, as if ignoring it would make the bad news go away. Every time someone got a knock on the door, it set off alarms. They gave new meaning to the term 'call first'.

  "Ooh the door!" Sha'Nay-nay announced fearfully with eyes as big as a crack addict.

  "Hide!" Mary yelled diving behind the sofa for cover.

  Sha'Nay-nay just shook her head and laughed at her friend cowering behind the sofa, until she peeked out the door hole and saw the health department worker standing there. Then she ran and dove over the sofa next to her friend. Neither had gotten the results in the mailbox yet so his presence wasn't good. It was still early, but they had both slept with several of the men who had since tested positive.

  "Um excuse me, but I know someone is home. I can hear you guys!" the messenger called through the door.

  Both squeezed their lips tightly to prevent further sound from escaping and covered their ears so they couldn't hear him either. Finally, the worker gave up and tried another address; he had plenty.

  It was several hours later before anyone ventured outside. The health department closed at five so the projects were a ghost town until then. Both girls were still estranged from the projects since the robbery that had put Kendall in a coma.

  Sha'Nay-nay knew it was Randy and Nick and knew that Mary was involved. When they didn't call to come by was further proof of their involvement. When men find a freak like Mary you don't just give that up easily. In fact, it would take wild horses to separate you, or murder.

  "There she go right there!" Dino growled as Mary emerged from the apartment. She walked unsuspecting of the danger following her with their eyes. Just then Rodney’s cell phone rang bearing the bad news. Tears welled in his eyes as he listened.