Durty South Grind

by L. E. Newell

  Lt. Woo had parked under the MARTA rail line on Lee Street across the street from the club and lowered the visor to take a pack of Newport cigarettes from under a rubber band. As she pushed in the car’s lighter, she smiled across the seat at Crystal, a jet-black version of Beyoncé. She reached into the pack and removed a perfectly rolled blunt of reefer and cocaine and lit it up. I wonder what the high and mighty Chief Johnson would say if she knew about this. Fuck it, a bitch has got to have some kind of secret pleasure. After sucking up a long drag, she passed the blunt to Crystal and said, “Whooosh, whoosh, hmm, dat-a be some good-a shit there-a, home girl.”

  Crystal harrumphed her way through a couple of long tokes and passed the joint back to the little Vietnamese, who waved it away and said, “Naw-a, baby girl, enjoy-a yourself. You can-a duck that joint there, do that shit-a later on.”

  Not quite knowing how to react to her sudden generosity, Crystal pinched her nose between fingers that were glittering with recently done designer nails, sucked up some more of the smoke and purred in a squeaky voice, “Taint no problem with that, home girl, no problem at all.”

  Woo narrowed her eyes as she laid her head on the steering wheel, licked her lips before she smiled at her and said, “Hmmm, I can-a still taste-a your musky-a pussy, aaaah.” She took her head off the steering wheel and reached across the seat to pick up Crystal’s left hand between both of hers and placed them in her lap on the top of her pussy mound. Crystal felt an immediate tingle run up her arm as the heat radiated from Woo’s lap. She shivered when Woo leaned across the seat and said, “You-a know dat-a you are-a special to-a me, don’tcha?”

  “Of course I do, sweetie,” Crystal murmured as she gently removed her hand from Woo’s grasp and pouted her lips. She ducked the blunt, wrapped it in some tissue and deposited it in the bra of the costume concealed under her leather jacket and repeated, “Of course I do.”

  Without any warning, Woo’s face suddenly hardened as she said sternly, “That’s a good-a, that’s a good, that’s why I need-a you to prove-a that I am special to-a you too.” She retrieved her hand and placed it back in her lap. “You-a understand me?”

  Crystal answered with a shy nod.

  Woo continued, “You-a stay-a real wid-a me and I-a stay-a real wid you,” as she put the hand to her mouth and gently kissed it.

  Crystal was confused with another sudden change of her attitude and nodded again, mumbling, “No doubt, no doubt.”

  Eyeing her intensely, Woo licked between her fingers and scraped her teeth along her knuckles. Her tone got harsher. “Then you-a shouldn’t-a have a problem finding out-a what I-a asked you-a to then?”

  Crystal felt a terrifying chill tickle the nape of her neck when she made eye contact. The fire shooting out of those eyes seemed to burn right to the fear factor in her brain. She blinked once and then again as her mind registered the psychotic image of how crazy this bitch actually was. She rubbed her kneecap nervously anticipating what could be coming next.

  Before she could even comprehend what was happening, Woo’s arm shot out like a striking cobra and gripped her neck with nails that felt like steel talons. The intense pain cut her breath off, causing her to gag as tears stung down her cheeks.

  Her eyes bucked wide with fear and she instinctively reached for her throat. She felt the heated spittle from Woo’s snarling mouth hissing in her ear, “Then slut-ass bitch, don’t be playing no fucking games with me and get that information I told you to.” All of her broken English was gone now.

  Crystal had never been so scared in her life as she felt the sticky warmth of her own blood oozing from the iron claws that were choking her. The darkness of unconsciousness was a welcoming relief from the overwhelming pain when the death grip finally eased.

  Stars circled dizzily as her body convulsed and jerked forward as her head rammed into the dashboard. She bent forward grasping her burning neck with both of her hands and blinked back to awareness. She sighed heavily at the spark of relief.

  And then she felt Woo’s hot slippery tongue slide in and around her ear. In a lustful reflex she aahed and arched her back when she felt those same deadly claws ease down to her lace panties to cuff her hairy mound and snake into her damp pussy lips. The realization that she was sloppy wet caused her to gush cum all over the slender fingers that started plunging rapidly in and out of her now humping pussy.

  The combination of fear, pain and ecstasy, along with the thought that it was another woman, nearly caused Crystal to faint with pleasure. She had never had a nut so intense in her whole life.

  As the tingling subsided she heard Woo say in a soft whisper, “You-a my baby-a right-a, sugar?” The sultry accent had suddenly returned, soothing her as the uncontrollable trembling ran its course. After several moments she was finally able to find enough of herself to nod.

  “Okay-a then, go do whatcha-a supposed to,” Woo cooed and reached across her to open the door.

  Crystal, still visibly shaken, eased one leg out of the car and turned to Woo with dreamy eyes and purred, “I’ll get that the first chance that I can.”

  “Yeah you-a do-a that, sweetie. I’ll-a holla atcha.” Woo smiled, closed the door and backed onto Lee Street and sped away waving. She didn’t realize she’d pulled straight out into oncoming traffic until she heard several horns honking in protest. She threw a bird over her shoulder and kept pushing her souped-up Mustang until she pulled into a Hardee’s restaurant in East Point. For the entire ride she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. “Fuck it,” she mumbled as she stepped out of the car and reached for her cell to gather her troops. As she headed for the restaurant, she smiled to herself as she thought about the rendezvous she would soon be having with an old friend.

  As she watched Woo’s car disappear around the bend, Crystal raised her head to the sky and thanked God for allowing her to escape from that crazy bitch. Her shoulders slumped and she pressed her hand to her chest wheezing with relief. She walked to the club massaging her neck and dreading what else the evil little woman could, or worse, would do if she didn’t do what she wanted.

  She put Woo’s threats to the side and thought about that ho Carol, who had disappeared suddenly after she’d heard Don tongue-lashing her about his package being short or something or other. There were rumors flying that Carol’s head was in Henry County and other body parts in College Park and Marietta. What really shook her nerves was that it took days for those parts to be put in those places. She gave an involuntary shiver at the thought of having to go through days of torture like that.

  But those were rumors; however horrible they sounded, they were still rumors. What she had just experienced with Woo was real, as real as real could get. The tingling ache and drying blood on her neck attested to that. Damn if she did and damn if she didn’t, she cursed her predicament as she passed through the doors into the blaring blinking lights and booming sound of T.I. and Young Jeezy rocking the air waves.

  Her thoughts brightened when she saw her running partner Gina gyrating on the stage. She was off into that other world that strip dancing provided, smiling seductively at the hands stuffing dollars in the garter belt of her Egyptian girl outfit. Her petite, well-shaped body and almond-shaped brown eyes reminded her of a slightly larger Mercedes.

  Crystal paused in the din of lustful men to light a Virginia Slim cigarette wondering what Mercedes was doing at that very moment. The rumor had her slipping away with that fly-ass nigga Rainbow. Whether that was true or not, she really didn’t know. Then again it was none of her business what a bitch did or who she done it with. Hell, she’s probably somewhere getting blitzed with that fine-ass nigga they called Sparkle that came back on the scene a couple of months ago. Boy, was Don gonna be pissed when he found out that little ho done split wid another nigga. That is if he hadn’t already gotten word of it. Shit, I might have to be dealing with that attitude too. That bitch Woo don’t know what her ass done got my ass involved in. Hell, she probably don’t give a fuck w
hat I got to go through to get what she want, she thought as she continued to watch her girl doing her thing.

  The intoxicating effect of the atmosphere was mellowing and starting to calm her nerves when she accidentally bumped into one of the girls playing waitress. Like all of the girls who had to take their turn browsing amongst the horny customers, the girl wasn’t the least bit enthusiastic about toting a tray of drinks among the yelling, smelly throng of mostly male customers. Unfortunately one of the glasses tilted over and dowsed Crystal’s cigarette and breasts.

  Crystal’s face tightened when she looked down at the damage the drink had caused to her outfit. Her mouth formed to match the curse words erupting from the other girl before she noticed Big Bertha waving and hollering at her from the bar. Her frown overmatched the importance of dealing with the girl, so she brushed by the screaming bitch who continued to yak bullshit at her departing back.

  Before she could get comfortable on the stool, Bertha gave her a reluctant smile and threw her palm toward one of the customers yelling an order. “Girl, you barely got five minutes before you gotta be on the stage! You best to shake a leg.”

  She pursed her lips to the side and leaned around Bertha’s wide girth to take a look at the clock on the wall and sighed. “Whew, damn, I didn’t know that it was that late.” She leaned further over the bar to give Bertha a noisy air kiss and added, “Thanks, hon, luv ya, gotta go, gotta go.”

  She turned away and stepped quickly around the crowd of groping, horny men crowding the stage and headed for the dressing room. Just before she stepped around the corner she took one last look at her girl Gina. Only, she didn’t look like Gina anymore. She shivered at the image of Woo instead. Aw fuck, what am I gonna do, she thought, wiping the muggy sweat off of her brow. She shook her head to try to clear her mind and continued on to the back ignoring all the lusty overtones behind her.

  She grimaced, fanning at the acrid fumes of musty balls, piss and cum pouring out of the door left open to the men’s restroom swinging back and forth. She was suddenly nauseated by the combination of the stench, the paranoia effect of the come-down from the coked-up blunt and the fear of disappointing Woo, mixed with the dreaded task of crossing Don. She pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned against the door of the dressing room. Sighing heavily she pushed her way through thinking horrible thoughts. ‘What am I gonna do? Oh, my God, what am I gonna do?

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  What’s Love Gotta Do With It?

  Violet was all smiles when she hooked her arm under Sparkle’s and led him to her Thunderbird parked in front of Hechts in the West End Mall. She clicked the button to unlock the car and tossed him the keys before she went to the passenger side.

  He deftly snatched them out of the air with his eyes glued to the swell of her hips in her cowgirl dress. He smiled and shook his head. Oh yeah, mama’s sho feeling good about hooking a nigga. Hell, I’m feeling just as good hooking her boosting legend ass, he thought as he pulled out. “Where to, boss lady?”

  She wiggled in the seat, stretched her neck, looked around the parking lot and said, “Since you couldn’t find your way back to my crib earlier, do you know where the Holiday Inn is at on Wesley Chapel? I’ve got a friend there that keeps me a room ready at all times.”

  He nodded and steered into the traffic on Lee Street. Nearly thirty minutes later, they were entering a room on the second floor overlooking I-20.

  “Go ahead and fix us up a good brick. I’m going to wash some of this grime off of my ass,” she said, tossed her jacket on the bed and went into the bathroom. A few seconds later she marched back out and stood over him with her hands on her hips. She stared at him like she had some kind attitude for a moment, squinted and returned to the bathroom when he didn’t respond.

  He sat there considering how crazy her move was but when she didn’t return, he shook his head and started on the coke. By the time she came out some fifteen minutes later, he’d cooked up four slabs and was blasting away. Afterward, he lay back chilling against the headboard.

  She strolled back in the room with rip-the-runway flair, acting as sassy as you please with a shopping bag swinging under her arm. Smiling, she posed in front of him, rolled her eyes before she flipped her head back and went back to the bathroom rifling through the bag. He was more than a little curious but since it was obviously her show, he relaxed to enjoy the evening as it unfolded.

  Seeing that glitter in her eyes, he started cutting the slabs into smaller pieces and put them in the ashtray beside the lamp. He picked up the remote and flicked channels until he found an episode of one of his favorite shows, CSI: Miami. He folded his hands behind his head and lay back to enjoy the show.

  Fifteen minutes later, she came out strutting, smelling like a freshly picked rose, in a baby blue man’s silk shirt that went past her knees. Half the way to him she popped her fingers and went back into the bathroom to get the bag. Smiling brightly, she began taking the folded clothes out of the bag and placed them on the vanity.

  She sat down beside him. His attention was immediately drawn to the shirt sliding along her butter pecan-colored thighs. The thought of her being naked under the shirt made his dick jump. Her eyes lit up when she noticed the rise in his pants. She smiled sneakily and folded her legs under herself like an Indian. Then she reached across him to get the shooter and the ashtray full of rocks off of the dresser. Intentionally rolling her breasts against his chest, she felt a tingling along her arms when he sucked in his breath from the contact. His eyes narrowed when he felt her nipples harden as she rolled back and forth on his skin.

  Dirty teasing-ass bitch, he thought when she sat back and lit up the shooter. After exhaling the intoxicating smoke, she started to eye him dreamily. Sharing three hits together in silence, he finally got up and sat on the other bed facing her.

  He sat back, folded his arms across his chest, crossed his legs and slowly started gazing up and down her body, smiling. Squinting lustfully, he gently grasped her hands in his, uncrossed his legs and started kissing her fingers. He alternated kissing along one arm and then the other, working his way up to her neck

  With his dick throbbing, he sat beside her and started licking around her ear. Encouraged by the low moan that escaped her parted lips, he started caressing her breasts. His warm touch brought an even louder, more intense moan. She leaned away and shifted her legs from under her, revealing her hairy pussy. The sight of her nappy-nappy and slight feminine aroma caused his dick to drool.

  He gently laid her on the bed and started slowly sucking her breasts through the silk shirt. She wrapped her hands around him and started rubbing the back of his head as their breathing got heavier. He kissed and licked her trembling flesh down to each button of the shirt, opening each one deliberately slowly, one by one. He intentionally left the last one closed and started on her navel with her stomach flexing with each circular motion of his tongue.

  He worked his way down, blowing warm feathery air along her inner thigh until her trembling increased. He then started back up to her neck before going back down until he got to her hairy, musky pussy mound. He started blowing hot, and then cold, air in her hairs. She responded by grinding her hips to meet his tantalizing tongue.

  He got a whiff of her strawberry douche when he opened her glistening pussy lips. He blew lightly into her hole, followed by light feathery licks all around her mushy lips.

  Then he worked his way back up her body, pressing his now constantly drooling dick against her hot, smooth skin. He tongue massaged one nipple and rubbed his throbbing dick at the edge of her pussy. He luxuriated in her womanly scent as she began to grind her wet pussy lips along his length. She gasped with pleasure and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and started grinding harder and harder, faster and faster, moaning louder and louder. His mind swirled enjoying the feel of her pussy muscles gobbling at his dick as she let out an even louder moan, dug her fingers deeper into his ass and leaned her head back as she nutted. My God, this old lady is hot
ter than a firecracker, whew, he thought as he slid his entire length along her pussy lips until he felt her juices soaking his hairs. She gasped with pleasure and grabbed him by the neck. She stuck her tongue deep into his mouth moaning loudly without shame as a second wave of nut erupted in her, drenching his balls and the bed.

  As the feeling eased off, she moaned, “Damn, your dick feels good sliding along me like…” Her breath was taken away when he jammed himself all the way into her in one hard thrust. Her mouth flew wide open and her legs began to tremble when he lifted her thighs and placed them on his shoulders as he began to ride her clit. She started cumming all over again as he thrust high and hard, pulling his dick out to the edge of her gaping pussy and slamming it back into her squishy hole. He pounded that pussy mercilessly for about five minutes, lowered her legs and started hammerjacking it from the side.

  After a couple of minutes, she clamped his dick and thigh between hers and started fucking his dick as if it was the last one she would ever have, pressing her clit hard against his pelvis. “Aaaaaah, uggggghhh, oh baby aaaaaaah, oh my God, oh my God, so good, so good, so gooooood, oooooh, ooooooh,” she moaned wildly as she rode the feeling to the very end and flopped back on the pillow. Her passion urged him on as he grabbed her creamy soft thighs, raised them up and started thrusting anew into her now sore and aching hole. The popping, squishing sound of her sloppy wet pussy, as he pushed in and out, scorched his brain as her gripping pussy lips pushed him closer to the edge of exploding.

  The pleasure in his balls got so intense that he hooked his arm around and cupped her breast with one hand, and with the other he raised her thigh until he was able to get a death grip on her waist and went berserk with pleasure. “Oh shit, o shit, goddamnit, girl, ugh ugh ugh…here it comes, baby, here comes that juice all up in your pussy. Squeeze it, baby, squeeze that dick, baby. Yeah, like that, just like that. Oh hell yeah, oh hell yeah, oh aaaaaaah ooo whew!!” He collapsed holding her in that position, rubbing and massaging her sweaty body. He left his softening dick pressed deep into her and started kissing the sweat from her neck and face.