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SKEEZERS
By
Shay Hunter
Copyright © 2015 by The Cartel Publications. All rights reserved.
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PUBLISHER’S NOTE:
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,
Organizations, places, events and incidents are the product of the
Author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance of
Actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2015958991
ISBN 10: 0989790126
ISBN 13: 978-0989790123
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What’s Up Fam,
I hope this holiday season finds you in the best of health and full of love. I’m in awe that we are already in December. This year caught wheels on me and flashed by. Well, I am happy I was able to squeeze in a couple of quick getaways to regroup and refocus. No matter what your life may be requiring of you, it is imperative that you take self inventory and do something(s) for you.
On to the book in hand, “Skeezers”! I thought this was a great story. I don’t want to say too much without spoiling it but just know I loved it and I’m sure you will enjoy it too.
With that being said, keeping in line with tradition, we want to give respect to a vet or a trailblazer paving the way. In this novel, we would like to recognize:
Ryan Coogler
Ryan Coogler is the young and talented writer and director of, “Fruitvale Station” and brand new release, “Creed”. I loved his first film, Fruitvale but was in awe by the story he depicted in Creed. He not only wrote and directed a powerful, thrilling film, but he stayed true to the character and feel of the “Rocky” franchise. Whether you are a “Rocky” fan or not the story within Creed will leave you impressed and wanting more. I am a true “Rocky” fanatic and I absolutely loved the new age tale Coogler depicted. Not to mention that Sylvester Stallone and Micheal B. Jordan were phenomenal! Oscar worthy performances!
If you haven’t seen it go to the THEATRE and check it out! No Bootleg, that’s just gross.
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CHAPTER ONE
SPYRELLA COMBS
I’m fat and ugly and I’m use to it now.
That’s not my only problem. My pussy stinks when I walk. I can’t move without sweating. My thighs rub together so much they are raw in the middle. When I move my arms jiggle and I have to sit down every so often to take a breath. It’s so bad that I look away from mirrors for fear of hating myself so much that I finally decided to take my own life.
There’s one reason I exist. Unlike some people who have great lives filled with loving friends, I enjoy my life in my dreams. In them I’m always who I want to be. In them I’m not a twenty-two year old horny person who can barely reach her own pussy to satisfy herself.
When I’m sleep all is well.
In my bed, my body drenched with sweat, I just awakened from another dream. In it my arms were raised over my head, my body moved like a ballerina as my partner lifted me off my feet and tossed me in the air before I landed in his arms. It was so real, when I opened my eyes my calves throbbed. And that’s when reality hit and I was reminded of my wretched life.
When my alarm went off I took two deep breaths and rolled onto my side. The irritating sound of the beeping caused me panic and I slammed my hand on top of the clock silencing it instantly. I must’ve been too hard because the screen cracked making it difficult to read the time.
Who needs a clock when everyday you do the same thing?
After five minutes I sat up on the edge of the bed, where it took me an additional five minutes before finally pulling my 330-pound frame off of my mattress. Out of breath already, I grabbed my burgundy robe and moved toward the dresser to get my watch that was almost too tight to fit on my arm.
If there was some way to get out of this body, to be the person I once was I would jump at it but I know that’s impossible.
When I walked toward my bedroom door and pulled it open I sighed. Things were worse than I thought.
The living room floor was littered with beer cans, wine bottles and other trash. Th
e light green couch had stains I didn’t recognize and I saw crumbs everywhere. And when I glanced in the kitchen I saw a dish caked with the dried lasagna I made the night before for my cousins’ party.
This is gonna take me all day.
After four hours I was almost done cleaning the living room when one of the three bedroom doors in the apartment opened. My cousin Carlita walked out, her fists pushing into her eyes as she yawned. I could smell the liquor all over her.
Her eyes were still red and her neck was covered in red splotches. Like me, my cousin is a redbone so whenever she’s embarrassed, mad or experiencing a hangover it showed all over her face. “Damn, girl.” She looked around. “We really did too much this time didn’t we?” Her long light brown braids where rolled into a bun that sat on the top of her head.
I picked up a wine bottle and tossed it in the bag. “I’m fine. Most of it’s done so it’s not a big deal.” It was more than a big deal. This shit was annoying but I could never say it. I could never say anything I felt because I knew no one would care.
“I’m not paying you no mind. I’m up and we not due at the club until later.” She walked into the living room and helped. “You can’t do this forever you know?” She dropped to her knees and picked up crumbs, tossing them into the trash bag. “You can’t be this for the rest of your life, Spy.”
“Let’s not talk about that right now,” I whispered. “Besides, she needs me.”
“She’ll be fine. Plus you the only one who doesn’t have anybody in your life. She has Poe, whether he knows it or not and I got Wisdom. At some point she got to—”
Monique’s door, closest to the front of the apartment opened and my naked cousin slid out holding a pill bottle. She was on so much medicine I couldn’t keep up. She’s tall, curvy, body the color of melted caramel and every time I see her it makes me sick with jealousy. I didn’t always feel this way. When I was seventeen I use to look better than her, before my mother burned our house to the ground with me still in the bed. To save my own life I jumped out of a three-story window and broke my back in five places. For two years food and medicine was the only thing I could have and before I knew it I got like this.
Big.
And even though I understand on a regular basis that my weight is my doing I beg God every day to take the envy I have for her away.
It hasn’t happened.
And I think she moved around the apartment naked on purpose, to torture me.
“What’s taking you so long to clean up this fucking house, Spy?” Monique said as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed the milk carton. She pushed dirty paper plates that were on the counter onto the floor and sat on top of it. Bare assed. “And where is my breakfast? You know I have to eat to take my medicine.”
“I can warm up a breakfast burrito.”
“Well hurry up!”
I rushed to the freezer, removed the burrito and put it in the oven.
“Poe gonna be here in a minute,” she continued. “And I do not want him to see this house like this.”
From where she sat she opened the counter to the right, pulled out the coffee pot, all while drinking milk, lip to spout. I was always doing things for her hoping she’d appreciate me but she never did.
“Sorry, Mo. I just got up but I’m getting the place together now.” I exhaled and wiped the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand. “It’s just that there was so much stuff everywhere. It’s taking me more time.”
“Am I supposed to care?” she rolled her eyes and slammed the milk on the counter to her right. It splashed on her upper thigh. “The real problem is you’re too fucking fat and you sleep all day.” She paused. “But guess what, I don’t pay you to sleep. The agreement was you cook and clean. If I got to see a mess, even one I made, it means I don’t need you.” She slid off the counter.
“You’re right, Mo. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry ain’t enough. Me and Carlita the ones out here making money. So if you can’t step up, step the fuck out.”
I walked over to the sink and placed water in the coffee pot, added the grounds and put it on the stove to brew. So much sweat was pouring down my face now it started to burn my eyes. “After I make your coffee I’ll get back to it.”
From the corner of my eyes I looked at her body again. She and Carlita stripped in Washington DC but Monique’s body was so cold it was made for dancing. Before club Skeezers was vandalized and robbed, she was the headliner, pulling in drug dealers, ball players and wanna-bees from around the country. She made so much money that she had to be careful walking across the stage when she danced because it was littered with so many bills she would sometimes slip.
Although my original dream was to be an Alvin Ailey dancer I also thought endlessly about being a stripper at Skeezers. Poe, the owner, appreciated the art of dancing not just sexually. Whenever he came over he would give my cousins ideas on how to seduce with the eyes and it was Monique who took the advice to heart.
I can’t count the number of times I tried to lose weight but in the end it was obvious that I would never win and dancing was not in my future.
Monique didn’t have it all. She had the paper but she didn’t have Poe. Who she really wanted. I never understood why he didn’t see her that way. In my eyes she was perfect and so was he. At 6’2, with honey brown skin and a dick print I always seemed to notice, I often flipped my clit thinking about him.
But what could he do with a big girl like me?
I handed Mo her coffee and burrito, she snatched the food and stomped toward her room. Five seconds later she yelled, “Carlita, come back here with me! Let Spy do that shit herself. Poe on his way to pick us up to see the renovations and I don’t want to be looking crazy when he get here.”
Carlita handed me the bag of trash and gave me the sad look I hated. The one that said I was so pathetic that all she could do was feel sorry for me. “Let me go do her makeup. I’ll see you in a minute. I’m sorry, Spy.”
“It’s cool.” I smiled.
I cleaned the entire apartment in less than an hour and when I was done I was hungry. The moment my thoughts fell on my life I needed to eat whatever I could find. And since I was always depressed my appetite never stopped.
Feeling down I grabbed a half of strawberry cake from the fridge and the rest of the sour cream chips. With my hands stuffed I sat on the sofa and stuffed myself. Within seconds the chips were done and I was working on the cake when there was a knock at the door.
With my mouth full, my right hand still holding cake, I walked to the door before Monique came out screaming. Although I knew he was on his way, when I pulled the door open and saw Poe I wanted to pass out.
Wearing designer blue jeans and a white polo shirt, his muscles did a great job of representing themselves. He’s so fucking sexy. He smiled at me and pinched my right cheek forcing a ball of chips from my lips that I hadn’t chewed completely.
I was mortified as the crumbs fell to my feet.
I swallowed everything in my mouth and looked down at the floor at the mess. “I’m sorry…I was…I…” I bent down and picked up the food and held it in my free hand. “Sorry, Poe. This is bad.”
He smiled wider. “Why you apologizing, beautiful?”
He played too much; calling me things he knew wasn’t true.
“Don’t know why you always seem stressed. It’s never that deep with me.” He winked and looked into the apartment. “Where’s Mo and Carlita?”
“I’m right here,” Monique said coming from behind. She bumped me with her hips on the way out the door and I smelled her expensive perfume. She was wearing tight black jeans and a cute white top with extra cleavage exposed. Her white and black Louis Vuitton purse dangled in her hand. “Why the fuck you always blocking the door, fat bitch?” She asked me.
“Come on, Mo, why you gotta be that way?” Poe frowned.
She waved him off. “Fatty knows I’m playing.” She looked at me. “Right, Fatty?”
I nodded even
though I wanted to cry.
“See, she’s fine. Now let’s go.” She tapped him on the shoulder and switched to his black 7 series BMW sitting on the curb in front of the house. “I can’t wait to see the additions to Skeezers.”
When she slid into the passenger side Poe looked at me like he was sorry for me too. I hated that shit. “See you later, Spy.” He winked and pinched my cheek again.
I smiled, nodded and watched him walk away.
“You okay?”
When I turned around I saw Carlita standing behind me. “Yeah,” I lied.
“Remember what I said earlier?”
I didn’t remember.
“You can’t be this thing forever, Spy,” She whispered. “You have to leave this house and live your life.”
“Bitch, hurry up!” Monique yelled from the car. She rolled Poe’s window down and screamed over him. “We don’t got all fucking day!”
Carlita’s body stiffened upon hearing her voice. Mo had a way of stuffing fear inside of the people who loved her the most.
Carlita hustled outside and slid into the car. Once she was inside I slammed the door, sat on the sofa and ate the rest of the cake.
It’s settled.
I’m gonna take my life.
CHAPTER TWO
MONIQUE REDFIELD
“You wrong,” Poe said as I looked for the Chapstick in my purse. “If you wanna carry shit like that with that girl don’t do it near me.” He continued to steer the car down the street. “I don’t like it and it’s fucked up.”
I looked over at him and laughed. “What you talking about now, boy? Because you have to be the most sensitive man I know.”
“I’m talking about Spy. And how you treated her back there.”
I sighed. “I didn’t do anything except tell the truth.” I looked back at my cousin who was staring out the window. “Right, Carlita?”
She looked at me and nodded her head. “Yeah…right.” She gazed back out the window.
Although she agreed with me I could sense her attitude. I didn’t know if she thought I was being hard on Spy like Poe said or if something else was on her mind. She was so moody that I could never tell. All week I got the impression that she wanted to say something even though she never said shit.