Hell's Diva

by Anna J.

  “Baby, no! Don’t die, baby! He didn’t mean it!” Shamel’s mother cried while cradling his dead father’s body. She looked up at Shamel with tears flowing down her face.

  “Why you do that, you mu’fucka!”

  Shamel realized his mother was drunk and decided he’d come back when she was sober. He left and went home to his grandmother, not even bothering to answer, and left her there, drunk and crying.

  “Grandma, what’s wrong?” he asked, hugging her. Her entire body was shaking like a leaf.

  “Baby, your mamma called the police on you! She said you killed your daddy.”

  “She called the police?” Shamel asked, holding his grandmother at arm’s length.

  “Baby, you gotta go somewhere because she told them you’re here!” She nodded, pushing him toward the door. Shamel never made it out of Sutter Gardens.

  The police were all over the place when he stepped outside. He gave up with no incident. He was a juvenile at the time and the courts were lenient because Shamel was emotionally distressed when he saw his mother being abused. He was given eighteen months in a juvenile lockup in upstate New York.

  Ruby and Mecca took a liking to Shamel. He was loyal and he was about making money. He treated Mecca like a sister and when cats in Sutter Gardens tried to approach her to get some play, Shamel would quickly scold the offender verbally and sometimes physically. After a while no guy in Sutter Gardens came within two feet of her.

  Secretly, Shamel had the biggest crush on Mecca. Even though she thought Shamel was good looking and he was a “real nigga,” she loved Tah, and off the strength of Mecca, Shamel showed Tah love when he came to East New York, even though East New York guys and Brownsville guys didn’t get along.

  Mecca suspected Shamel had a crush on her when her twenty-first birthday came around; Shamel bought Mecca a pair of Channel boots and a five-karat tennis bracelet. Then to put the icing on the cake, he threw a surprise pool party for her at the Pader Gut in Canarsie. All the hustlers from Coney Island, Brownsville, and East New York attended.

  When Mecca showed up, Shamel had a red carpet rolled out for her. She was impressed and at the same time sad because Tah never did anything like that for her. His birthday gifts were predictable. He would buy her a pocketbook, take her to the movies and an expensive restaurant, then to the Waldorf or Plaza Hotel to spend a weekend having sex.

  When Mecca arrived in her SL300, Shamel opened the door for her and walked her down the red carpet. He had one of his soldiers throw rose petals at her feet as she walked. She wore a full-length white mink over a white linen, one-piece dress by Giorgio Armani. The black, Gucci, five-inch-heeled shoes matched the black handbag by Christian Dior perfectly.

  “Damn, Mecca, you’re a star!” Shamel told her as she walked in.

  “You look damn good yourself!” Mecca smiled, holding on to Shamel’s arm. He wore a white linen suit by Armani, and a black Bossalini with a white silk band around it. On his feet, he matched the hat with a pair of black gators with a gold buckle. He adorned his wrist with an oyster perpetual Rolex with diamonds on the bezel and a four-karat pinky ring with a platinum setting. As they entered the pool area, where no one was because no one came dressed to get in a pool, Shamel looked around as if looking for someone in particular.

  “Where your boy at?” Shamel asked.

  “Who, Tah? Please, that nigga found it more important to be out of town than to be here for my birthday,” Mecca replied, looking at the ballers and girls who showed up at her party. She recognized some of the guys from Brownsville and Coney Island, but the guys from East New York she didn’t know personally. She knew who some of them were by face and reputation. Most of them were infamous stick up men who took down some of the biggest drug dealers in the city. Shamel knew all of them and they respected him. He impressed Mecca to the fullest extent when the big-name guys sent him over bottles of Cristal and some hugged him as he went by while wishing Mecca a happy birthday.

  Shamel spent the whole night with her. He danced with her fast and slow. When Mary J Blige’s “I Never Wanna Live Without You” song from her My Life album came on, Shamel hugged Mecca real tight while they slow danced. Mecca could hear his heart beat as she rested her head on his chest. His muscular chest felt good to Mecca and she wondered what he looked like naked.

  What kind of nigga would be out of town for his girl’s birthday? Especially a girl like Mecca? This nigga must not realize what he got. She is a bad mu’fucka, and her body is off the hook. To top it off, she a soldier! A nigga couldn’t ask for better, Shamel thought.

  The surprise Shamel had for Mecca didn’t end at the pool party. He and his East New York crew all chipped in and copped Mecca a candy-apple red Lexus GS400. When he pulled up in front of his building, the Lexus was parked in front with a red ribbon around it.

  It was four o’clock in the morning, and the crew was supposed to be there as part of the surprise, but they got tired and took off for the night. Still in all, Shamel pointed to the car and said, “Happy birthday, Mecca. That right there is yours.”

  Even though Mecca could afford to buy the Lexus herself, the thought that Shamel would go this far for her birthday made tears well up in her eyes. She hugged Shamel tight.

  “Thank you, Shamel. Why you doing all of this?” Mecca asked, a little confused and hating that he wasn’t her man. Shamel held Mecca back so he could look in her eyes. Mecca looked at him and thought this nigga looked real good.

  “’Cause you deserve it. You and your aunt are like the family I wished for.” Shamel looked away from Mecca out the front window of the car. “I don’t understand how this nigga ain’t around for your birthday. You deserve better, Mecca.”

  Mecca thought about what Shamel said all night. When Tah’s birthday came, Mecca went all out to make his birthdays unforgettable. She cooked big dinners for him and his crew, and gave him the best sex he could ever come by, and he had the nerve to not even be around for hers.

  “What’s better, Shamel?” she asked, grinning. Shamel hopped out of the driver’s seat, walked around and opened the door for her, and grabbed her hand.

  “C’mon with me.”

  “Where are we going?” she asked as she held his hand.

  “My crib. I wanna show you something.”

  “Ain’t we going to wake your grandmother up?” Mecca asked, but didn’t hesitate to follow him. Shamel kept holding her hand while walking to his building.

  “My grandmother went down south two days ago.”

  Mecca had been inside Shamel’s house before, usually to drop off packages for him to give the workers. She gave him consignment. If she picked up six keys, she would give Shamel two and charge him twenty thousand. She would profit two thousand off of each key.

  Every time she came to his crib, he fought the urge not to make a move on her. His rationale was that he didn’t want to put her in an uncomfortable situation with Tah. Shamel also didn’t want to ruin their friendship and business venture. He figured he’d just wait until Tah fucked up. Now the opportunity presented itself and he wasted no time making the move he had wanted to make since the first day he laid eyes on her.

  When he and Mecca entered the apartment, Shamel cut the light on and the nicely decorated two-bedroom apartment came into view with the smell of potpourri in the air. He got right down to business.

  He held Mecca’s face between his palms. She looked at him confused until he put his lips to hers and parted her mouth with his tongue. For a moment she hesitated, then gave into his advances. The kiss was sensual and Mecca felt the wetness begin to develop between her thighs. She acknowledged to herself that this nigga could kiss and his lips were soft. For the first time, she didn’t have to taste cigarettes in her mouth. Shamel didn’t smoke, while Tah smoked like a Navajo Indian.

  Shamel lifted Mecca up with ease and carried her into his bedroom that had a queen-sized bed, a fifty-inch Sony television, a surround sound system along its side, and a Ms. Pacman arcade game
in the corner with stacks of sneaker boxes lined up on the wall beside it.

  Posters of the Notorious B.I.G. were everywhere along with pictures of guns torn out of a Guns & Ammo magazine. There were clothes thrown on a folded metal chair in front of his closet.

  His strength turned her on. He made her feel special. She felt like a princess. Tah never carried her into the bedroom. The sex with Tah was good, but Tah was the only person she ever had sex with, so how would she know the sex was good when she never experienced sex with anyone else? This was her opportunity to find out if Tah’s sex was indeed good.

  She was surprised at her own feelings. The thought of giving herself to another man usually made her feel guilty, but for some reason she didn’t feel that way with Shamel. Maybe it was because he showed her more attention in one night than Tah did in five years. On that note, she gave her full attention to Shamel and was willing to do whatever Shamel wanted to do in bed.

  Shamel kissed Mecca softly on her neck, which made chills run through her whole body. He nibbled on her ear lobe. It tickled Mecca a bit, but she still moaned with a small chuckle. At the same time, he let his hand slip up her dress and rub her vagina outside of her laced Victoria’s Secret panties. Mecca arched her back and inhaled deeply.

  He felt the wetness of her on her panties. Slowly he slid her panties down while he kissed her on her lips. He lifted her dress up to her waist, got on his knees and removed her shoes, sucking her toes. Tah never sucked on Mecca’s toes, and Mecca didn’t know getting her toes sucked would feel so good.

  While he did that, she lifted the dress over her head and threw it on the floor. She removed her bra while looking at Shamel suck each toe individually. He licked her ankles, then her calves slowly. Then he kissed her inner thighs until he buried his face between her legs. He opened her pussy lips with his thumbs and sucked on her clitoris. Mecca felt his warm tongue on her and almost flipped off the bed. She gripped the sheets as she came all over Shamel’s face.

  “Shamel, don’t stop! Oh Shamel, keep eating my pussy,” she moaned.

  Shamel ate Mecca’s pussy for a half hour. Mecca came more times in that half hour than she did in a month with Tah. When he finished, his face looked like a glazed donut.

  “You taste so good, Mecca,” Shamel said seductively. He took off his linen suit and stripped naked down to his silk socks.

  Mecca had fantasized about Shamel’s body before. When his Sutter Garden basketball team played against other teams, most from other parts of East New York in high-stakes games, Mecca stared at the bulge in his shorts. Seeing him naked, she found that what she fantasized about was actually the way she pictured it. Along with his chiseled muscular frame, he had the biggest dick Mecca could have ever imagined. She thought Tah’s dick was good to go, but damn. Shamel was holding!

  She was almost scared. Before she let him stick his pole in her pussy, Mecca wanted to return the oral favor. She got up and pushed Shamel on the bed on his back. She wiped her juices off his face with her hands then she stuck her tongue in his mouth and they kissed for a few seconds. She sucked on his nipples and Shamel closed his eyes. His heart was beating fast. He couldn’t believe he finally got the girl he always wanted, and she felt the way he imagined she would. He got to make love to her the way he pictured when he masturbated with her in mind.

  Shamel didn’t feel it was the right time to reveal to Mecca how he felt. He knew time would tell how she felt about him. He knew telling her that he had once had rough sex with her aunt Ruby back in the day would make him telling her he loved her unbelievable. He would never tell her that though, and hopefully, Ruby wouldn’t either.

  Shamel moaned as Mecca went south, gripping his dick. He could feel her tongue massaging his shaft while her lips moved up and down his dick. She massaged his balls while she sucked and Shamel started humping her mouth. At first Mecca gagged, then she handled all of him like a pro. Shamel held Mecca’s head, stopping her.

  “I wanna come in you, Mecca, not in your mouth.”

  Mecca smiled. “We got enough time for that. You tasted me, so gimme a chance to taste you.”

  Shamel stalled and leaned his head back. In between the sound of Mecca slurping on his manhood, he felt himself about to explode. Mecca felt his hot cum splash against the back of her throat. She kept sucking as his juices flowed down her throat. Shamel gripped the bed and lifted his waist.

  “Damn, girl, oh shit,” he moaned, looking at her while she was licking the cum off the tip of his dick.

  “You good?” Mecca looked at him, smiling.

  Shamel laughed, “No doubt, baby girl.”

  Mecca began to stroke Shamel’s dick to get it hard again. She rubbed her palms to warm them, then started playing with his balls. “C’mon, big boy, get up,” she said, looking at his semi-erect dick. She licked the head of Shamel’s dick and it stood at full attention, hard and ready in no time. Mecca crawled on her knees, smiling seductively at him.

  “Come here,” he said, folding the pillow under his head lifting it.

  Mecca climbed on top of him, reached behind, and grabbed his dick. She lifted herself and slowly slid down on him. She inhaled deeply and screwed up her face, feeling Shamel’s dick fill her insides. Shamel palmed both of her plump ass cheeks while she leaned forward so he could suck on her light brown breasts with the dark brown nipples.

  She rode his dick in a slow rhythm. Every time she moved, Shamel felt his dick tingle with pleasure. He fought back the urge of moaning out loud, and whispered, “Damn this pussy good. I want you, Mecca, all to myself!”

  “You got me, oh God, you got me,” Mecca responded in between moans, savoring the feel of his dick beating on her g-spot while she bounced up and down on the entire length of him.

  Shamel turned Mecca doggie style, held her by her waist, and watched his dick go in and out of her dark pink pussy surrounded by golden brown skin and curly pubic hairs. He slapped her ass, sending chills through Mecca’s body. Mecca moaned with every stroke and slap on her ass.

  Shamel held her shoulders while he pumped, looking at her flawless skin. Her ass was smooth like a baby’s ass. She turned her head, looking at him as he pumped. Her face was turning red and she held her mouth open.

  “Oh, Shamel, fuck this pussy! Fuck me.”

  He pushed Mecca down so her stomach could touch the bed. He lifted her ass up and pushed himself deeper in her. Mecca felt herself cumming and it didn’t stop. Her whole body shook as she came all over Shamel’s dick. Cum dripped down her legs from her pussy.

  After ten minutes in that position, he laid her on her back and put her legs over his shoulders. Mecca came three times before Shamel bust his second nut. Mecca felt his cum inside her and she pulled his waist into her.

  Mecca and Shamel fell asleep in each other’s arms. She woke up first and snuck into the kitchen to cook breakfast in bed at three o’clock in the afternoon. Forty-five minutes later, Mecca woke Shamel up with a steaming plate of French toast, scrambled cheese eggs, and home fries, with a glass of milk and orange juice.

  “Damn, you can cook, too? That nigga Tah is crazy,” Shamel said as he leaned his back against the wooden headboard while Mecca dressed in one of his T-shirts with nothing else on. She placed his plate on a pillow and set the pillow on his lap. Mecca went back into the kitchen and grabbed her plate, and went back in the room with Shamel and sat on the bed next to him.

  “Speaking of that nigga, he has been beeping me all morning,” Mecca said, grabbing her clear pink pager off the nightstand next to the bed.

  “Where he beeping you from?”

  “The area code is seven-one-seven. That’s in Pennsylvania somewhere,” she replied, putting the pager down on the stand.

  “You should call. Something might be wrong,” Shamel said.

  Even though he wanted Mecca for himself, and Tah out of the way, he knew that still didn’t mean he could totally shit on the nigga. He might have been in jail, and Shamel didn’t wish that on anybody. He wasn’t
about to go to war with no dude about his girl. He knew, regardless if it was Mecca, nothing was worth your freedom, and he refused to die over a woman.

  Shamel handed Mecca his gray Motorola cellular phone. Mecca looked at her pager while she dialed the number. A voice answered on the first ring.

  “Harrisburg Police Department. How may I help you?”

  “Sorry, I dialed the wrong number,” Mecca said, quickly hanging up. She looked at Shamel with her eyebrow raised. “That was the police in Harrisburg. I think that nigga locked up.”

  “Why you hang up?” Shamel asked.

  “He might be under a fake name. I gotta call the ville and see what’s what,” Mecca answered. Mecca dialed another number, then pressed the send button on the cellular phone.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar/You’ll always be in jail…minus the bars.

  Jay-Z

  Knowing it wasn’t a wise move discussing the specifics over the phone of why Tah was locked up, Mecca decided to drive to Brownsville to get the full details on the goings-on that got Tah caged in Pennsylvania. She drove to the ville in her new Lexus. When she pulled up in the Brownsville Houses in the bright red Lexus, all eyes were on her. She spotted some of Tah’s crew standing in front of his building. They stared at the car, not knowing who was driving.

  When Mecca stopped and got out, she could see the crew mumbling to each other. Other people went back to their business while a group of girls with bad hairdos and cheap, ten-dollar dresses rolled their eyes and stared at Mecca enviously. Mecca called over one of the crew.

  “Craig, come here.” Craig, a short, purple-black-complexioned cat with a bald head dressed in camouflage fatigues and construction Timbs skipped over to Mecca.

  “What’s up?” he asked, showing his chipped tooth and bottom teeth in gold with engraved letters saying “C-Money.”

  “What happened to Tah?”

  Craig shook his head and sighed. “I told that nigga don’t go down there with scary-ass Mika. He had to clap one of them Pennsylvania niggas, and both the dude and Mika told he did it. Now he locked up with a hundred grand bail.”