by Noire
Traffic was heavy as Dip drove up the West Side Highway with the windows open and the music blasting. We passed a flask of rum back and forth between us, and when we got into Harlem the streets were live like it was the middle of the afternoon. Dip parked outside a corner candy store and took me around the back and upstairs to a large loft where there was a party going in full swing.
“Go get me a drink,” I told Dip, even though I was already high and half-drunk too. The air was thick with sticky green, blueberry, and Nestle smokes, all the smells mingling together as people chilled and got lifted.
“Yak,” I yelled at Dip’s back as he moved toward the bar. “Get me some Yak!”
The DJ was cutting up, playing a N.J.S. jam and the dance floor was rocking. I peeped all kinds of big-money rollers in the house, most of them chilling in booths and balling hard.
Dip took forever to get back with my drink and I smoked a vanilla honey dutchy while I was waiting for him. I had a feeling he was conducting some business, and when he came back the look in his eyes confirmed that he was holding some weight. I gulped down my drink and then Dip kissed me and took my hand and pushed his way out onto the packed dance area. My favorite club banger from the mixtape Gag Order was playing and I worked my hips and ass like I was starring in a video.
We next!
So line ’em up, nigga put ya titles up!
Can’t do it quite like this, we get it in then
We wreck!
N.J. N.J. N.J.S.!
Slow it down for these niggas let ’em catch they breath!
Yes! It’s R.A.W. still ducking them double U’s, still puffin that wonderful,
Chill in the hood comfortable
Yep!
Next up to bat,
Give ’em the Gag Order ’cause you niggas never know who’s next up to rat!
Runnin back homey, put it on rewind,
I know they mad ’cause they swag on decline
Pick a date, you get smashed on my free time,
Other than that, I’m in the lab on a deep grind
I’m a star, you been on the bench warming the wood up,
And when you slacked off and sat down, we stood up!
Yeah we up next so respect it nigga, we sending mixtapes back with rejection stickers!
Homey I’m bout to do my number, his shit whack, you wood, you move lumber,
I do this shit in my slumber!
We next!
So line ’em up, nigga put ya titles up!
Can’t do it quite like this, we get it in then
We wreck! N.J. N.J. N.J.S.!
Slow it down for these niggas let ’em catch they breath!
All my hard practice in front of the mirror musta been paying off ’cause I had niggas shook, ignoring their dance partners and focusing totally on the way I worked my goods.
“You killing ’em, baby,” Dip laughed as those other cats stood around wishing they was him. “You straight killing ’em.”
A few minutes later I damn near killed myself trying to get off that dance floor, ducking behind Dip as I almost broke my ankle trying to hide.
“My fuckin’ uncle!” I yelled, grabbing the back of Dip’s jacket and hiding behind him. “My fuckin’ uncle is up in here!”
Dip laughed. “For real? Girl you high and trippin’.”
Oh, I was high as fuck. But I wasn’t trippin’. Uncle Swag was working, but it wasn’t up in no office like Aunt Ruthie probably thought. He was chilling in the house dressed in some fine rags himself. His tall frame, handsome face and big smile was unmistakable, and so were the high-level drug dealers he was rolling with. They were sitting in a booth about five-deep, and I recognized them from other Harlem clubs as being some real dangerous big willies.
“You gotta get me outta here,” I told Dip. “He thinks I’m home in my damn bed sleeping.”
Dip shrugged. “Then he’s the one sleeping. You ain’t no little baby, girl. That nigga got some big ol’ eyes, he should see that.”
“Just get me out of here, Dip. Let’s find us another party. For real. I’m serious.”
He shrugged again and put his hands on my shoulders as he walked behind me, blocking me from Uncle Swag’s view. “Then we out, baby. I’ll take you to this other spot I know about. But I gotta make a quick run first. You down for a little dirty ridin’?”
As soon as we got in the whip, Big Dip broke out some more rum, a bag of chronic, and a little coke he had in a gold case.
“You ain’t taking me nowhere to get knocked, are you?” I asked as we sped across the bridge getting blasted. I was high, excited, and nervous all at the same time. I wanted to know every damn thing. Who he was gonna meet, how much product he was carrying, how much cheese he was gonna break me off at the end of the night.
“What you so worried about? You don’t trust a nigga? I ain’t new to this action, baby. I grind these streets for mine eh’day. Just chill. I’ma hook you up real nice so you can get a couple pairs of them Giuseppes you said you wanted. Cool?”
That got my nose open even wider than the powder! I’d seen a pair of cherry-red Giuseppe shoes that would kill the Marc Jacobs dress I’d boosted, and if Dip was willing to buy me two pairs, then I was definitely down for this dirty ride. The only reason I was even a little bit worried was ’cause it was my first time actually making a run with product right in the whip with me. I had heard all kinds of stories about DEA agents jumping out of bushes and crawling from under tables with their guns cocked during a buy. I didn’t want none of that. But I did want those damn cherry Giuseppe heels.
We came off the highway and drove down some regular streets with houses on them. We stopped at a traffic light and I saw Dip was steering the whip with one hand, and rubbing his dick up with the other one.
Caine always got him rock hard. The shit he had was high-quality and it had me feeling good too, so I didn’t say shit when he pulled into a parking spot across from a deserted playground and told me to lean my seat back.
“I need a lil favor before we make this run,” he said, reaching for my breasts. He flicked his fingers over my nipples, then leaned his whole head over until he was mouthing my tittie through my shirt. “I need you to open up them legs, baby.”
I laughed and lifted my ass and slid my skirt up until my naked booty cheeks was touching the leather seats. Dip stuffed his hands all in my pussy before I even had a chance to get moist.
“Wait!” I told him, pulling on his digging fingers. “You gotta work on this shit before you just run up in me with them dry-ass logs, boy.”
He grinned, then licked his middle finger and worked it around my hole until I started getting hot. “Yeah,” I moaned, squeezing his wrist so I could control his finger and keep it right where I wanted it. “Yeah…”
I was like a wet sponge inside. All he had to do was press the right spot and pussy liquor ran all outta me and onto the seat. Dip pulled his fingers out and sucked them almost dry.
“Yum…Know what your pussy tastes like?”
“What?” I laughed.
“Like some Big Blo bubble gum. Creamy, sweet, and delicious.”
I told him he was crazy as he helped me climb in the back seat, then got out on his side and met me back there. We stretched out in the back with me leaning up against the far side door on my elbows and Dip getting him a comfortable spot on his knees. He pulled my thong to the side, then grabbed my left ankle and lifted my leg up, letting it hang over the seat. I braced my other foot against the console between the two front seats, and Dip went to work kissing my smooth thighs, making hot swirlies behind my knees and sucking my upper legs until I was moaning and gripping his ears.
He pushed his nose against my pussy and started sniffing real deep. Inhaling my insides hard enough to know what my breath smelled like. He ran his tongue all through my soft pussy hairs, pulling on them with his wet lips.
My breathing got deeper as he slid his hands under my ass, smacking his lips and inching his fingers closer and
closer to my asshole. My foot jerked against the console and I reached down and pressed my mound real hard, then flicked my clit as he tongued it down.
“Move ya damn hand,” Dip said, brushing my fingers aside with his chin. “I ’on’t need no damn help with this pussy.”
By now my stuff was so wet I coulda slid a whole truck up in there. Dip sniffed it real deep a few more times, getting off on my scent, then started licking my slit like it was a warm honey bun. I shivered as he flattened his tongue, licking my whole pussy, and letting it slip between my lips and partly into my hole before swirling it all over my throbbing clit.
My ass was quivering as I arched my back and Dip dug into my booty and moved me around. I was pushing his head down deeper into me, trying to slow myself down, but wanting to come so bad I was panting out loud. He was running his hands everywhere on me. Up to my breasts, squeezing my thighs, dipping in my navel, digging in my ass.
I hooked my left leg around Dip’s head and fucked his face, shivering and moaning out loud as he slid his tongue deep up in me. It felt extra long and he was vibrating that shit, making cum run outta me as I ached for his hard dick.
And he gave it to me too. Dip came up off my pussy and grabbed hold of my ankles, sliding me roughly down the seat and making me bump my head on the door’s armrest. When I was laying flat he fell on top of me and guided his dick inside my wetness, shuddering ’cause he wanted me so bad.
“I need it hard,” I whispered into his neck. “Deep, baby. Don’t play no games, nigga. Fuck me right.”
He loved that shit. He got real guttural with his moans, growling all in the back of his throat as he pounded my pussy hard the way I liked it. I gripped his dick with my inside muscles and rode that shit out, digging my nails into the skin on his ass as he clenched his cheeks. Dip pulled my legs wider so he could get deeper in the pussy. My knees was spread wide and pushed up near my neck as he leaned forward on his thick arms and pounded me, then withdrew, pounded then withdrew. He rubbed the head of his dick all around my wet opening and I got hotter than I could stand. I grabbed his ass and pulled him back down into me, then screamed into his shoulder as I felt his dick spasm when he lost his nut. As soon as I felt that hot cum filling me up I came too, rotating my hips real hard and sucking his dick as deeply into me as it could go.
We was both stank and sweaty, so as soon as we were back in the front seat Dip turned on the air conditioner and passed me a pack of wet wipes outta his little console box. The moist little towels felt good and smelled good too, and I wiped my face, neck, titties, and coochie for days, using about ten of them.
“Next time you gotta wear a fuckin’ hood,” I told him as his warm cum flowed from me. I wiped myself again, then balled up the wipes and threw them out the window.
“Yeah,” Dip said, pulling out into traffic again. “Next time, baby.”
We passed the flask back and forth some more, and thirty minutes later we were parked outside an all-night diner in Queens. There was a lot of activity in the lot and Dip had pulled his ride into the last free space right up front. He looked all around, checking out the status in all his mirrors and stuff.
“What?” I asked.
“What?”
“No, what to you. What you looking all around for? Everything is cool, right?”
Dip frowned and kept his attention on a group of thug niggas standing around a fly Escalade on our left.
“Yeah,” he finally said. “It’s cool. Let’s stroll.”
Dip was a big nigga, and when I climbed outta that g-ride with him I loved the way all kinds of heads started turning. I was killing my tight green skirt so I knew the attention we was getting was more about me than it was about him. Dip put his hand in the small of my back and guided me up the few steps to get inside.
“Order whatever you want, Shawty,” Dip said. “Just keep your mouth closed and when you see me fin’ta bounce, be ready to move with me.”
The diner was about halfway full and it felt like a damn meat freezer inside. The air-conditioning was turned up so high I was hugging myself and rubbing my arms even before the waitress showed us to a booth right across from the main counter.
“How ya’ll doing tonight,” she said, smiling at Dip and nodding toward me. She was skinny and pretty and not too much older than me.
Dip looked real serious, but not nervous. I watched the way his eyes swept the whole place in a matter of seconds. I held my breath until he nodded at the waitress, then I slid into the booth, cursing under my breath when the cold plastic seat touched the back of my thighs.
“I’ll be right back,” Dip said, getting up almost as soon as he sat down.
I watched him walk down toward the end of the long counter, then go behind it and dap out one of the cooks before disappearing in the back.
Dip wasn’t gone two seconds before one of the guys sitting in the next booth stepped to me.
“Whassup, baby. You hungry?”
He was cute as hell. Short, with pretty brown skin and nice braids in his hair. Pressed out in urban gear. Thugged down. Real cute. My head was nice and buzzed, but I didn’t know nothing about Queens so I wasn’t about to cross Dip.
“Nah,” I said, smiling. “I’m with somebody. I’m waiting for him to come back.”
He nodded but said, “Aiight then. But lemme know if whatever that nigga feed you don’t get you full, you hear?”
I grinned real big and started to say something hot and freaky, but then the waitress was all up in my face, pushing a menu at me wanting to take my order.
“Um, I’ma just wait for my man to come back and see what he wants,” I told her, pushing the menu away.
“No,” she said, sliding it right back at me. “You gone order right now. He’s having whatever you’re having. Dig?”
Hell no, I didn’t dig, but I ordered a cheeseburger deluxe and a Sprite anyway.
“Good,” she said, smiling. “Your order will be right up.”
I looked toward the kitchen for Dip, but he was nowhere in sight. My cell phone chimed with a Jeezy cut, and when I reached in my purse I saw Tai’s number on the caller ID. I ignored it, waiting for Dip as I kept my eyes on the counter trying to see where he had gone.
All that rum and Yak I’d drunk made me have to pee. But I was scared to move. What if I went to the bathroom and Dip came out and thought I was gone? That nigga might roll out and leave my ass way out in Queens and then how would I get back home?
I was still sitting there looking for Dip and rubbing my freezing arms and squeezing my legs together when the waitress came back with our food.
“Here you go,” she said, setting the platters on the table. “You need some ketchup?”
I nodded, and as soon as she walked away Dip came back and slid across from me with a grin.
“Where was you?” I whispered, looking around. “You scared the shit outta me! I thought you left me!”
He looked calm and relaxed. “Leave you? Baby, please. A nigga would have to be outta his mind to do some crazy shit like that.”
The waitress was back again, this time with the ketchup. She put it down in front of me, but as soon as I picked it up Dip slid her his whole plate.
“Yo lemme get a doggie bag,” he said, picking up a fry and biting it. “She’ll take hers to go too.”
Minutes later I followed him out the door and down the steps to the row of cars parked out front. He was carrying a brown take-out bag in each hand and I was about to pee on myself for real.
“Wait,” I said, shivering as he clicked open the SUV door. “I gotta pee, Dip. Real bad, and I can’t hold it neither.”
He glanced around, then got in and stuck the bags up under the middle console. Them niggas was still loitering a few cars down. My man Tommy Danger was blasting from their stereo and mad traffic was shooting past up and down the avenue.
“Just get in, Saucy. I’ll take you up the block to McDonald’s.”
I shook my head and shuddered. Already I could feel t
he hot sting of pee trying to force its way from between my legs. “I ain’t gonna make it,” I said, then jetted back up the diner steps trying to keep my legs pressed together.
And I almost didn’t. I got in that bathroom and barely got my thong aside as I squatted and let go and pee splashed all over the toilet seat. I couldn’t have been in there more than five minutes or so, and when I got back outside the parking lot was quiet, them niggas with the Escalade were gone, and Dip was still sitting in the driver’s seat where I’d left him.
“Goddamn!” I said, opening the door to climb in. “I almost didn’t ma—” My words froze in my mouth. Dip was looking at me and breathing real hard. His eyes were wide and desperate and both his hands were pressed against his throat.
Bright red blood was soaking his shirt and running down into his lap. Little red drops were on his lips, and some was even coming out his nose.
“Oh my God.” I reached for him, then caught myself. I heard a siren in the distance and the street survival skills Dip himself had drilled into me kicked in hard. Dope. Cheese. Bullets. Cops. Outtie.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” I told him. I reached under the center console, my hand sweeping from side to side. Dip’s eyes was begging me the whole time I was trying to find those take-out bags full of doe. When my hands came up empty, I cursed and backed away from the whip. Whoever had popped Dip had gotten what they came for. Damn. There went my riding bonus and those cherry-red Giuseppe shoes too.
“Just hold on, Dip,” I lied dead in his face. “I’m coming right back, baby. I’m ’bout to go get you some help.”
With one last look over my shoulder, I slammed the door shut and bounced.
Chapter 4
YOU NEED TO chill on all that drinking and getting high,” Tai told me the next morning. “You ain’t scared of doing all them crazy drugs? I mean, you got liquor fumes coming all out your pores, out your hair…”
I was laying in her bed exhausted and with sore feet. I stuck my head under a pillow and gave her the finger as she opened the curtains, sending sunlight streaking into the room.