Fiending for His Love

by Angel Williams

  “AHHHHHH!” Candy cried out in agony.

  The cry was so loud and hurtful that it burned Greg’s ears, but he wasn’t the least sympathetic. He began biting her chest, leaving bite marks all over her upper torso. Candy threw her head back and slammed it into Greg face. The forceful head butt instantly broke Greg’s nose.

  Candy had her life to fight for. No matter what she was going to make it home to her daughter and that was a promise. She kicked Greg in his face with the heel of her stiletto terribly cutting deep into his skin. The cheap heels were doing damage to his pale face.

  Greg reached down. Digging in the side door compartment, he retrieved his taser. He quickly tased Candy and her body shook violently. She began to vomit and her bowels released themselves.

  “Sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to,” Greg cried.

  The taser had Candy out for a minute or so. When she regained consciousness, Greg had her bent over and was ramming his little pecker in her ass. Candy’s nails tore at the seats. She searched around to try to find something to beat Greg over the head with.

  BANG! BANG!

  “Hey you! Get out my parking lot.” An Asian man banged on the driver side window.

  “Help me! Help me! Call the police!” Candy yelled at top of her lungs.

  The Asian man looked at Greg and then at Candy. Seeing the blood on her forehead he instantly knew something was wrong. He began backing up. Greg climbed off of Candy and slung the passenger door open. It was a very stupid move. There was no way his fat ass could catch up with the Asian man and his tiny little legs.

  Candy’s eyes quickly searched the parking lot. It was either make a run for it or lock herself into the truck and call for help. She gawked down at the keys that were stuck in the ignition. She closed the passenger door shut and locked all the doors. The engine to the Dodge Ram roared.

  Greg ran back to the truck. “Mommy, please don’t leave me!” he pleaded with a face full of tears.

  “Burn in hell you sick motherfucker.” Candy shifted the gear into neutral. The truck floated, going approximately two miles per hour. Candy played with the gears trying to figure out how to put the truck into drive. The only driving experience she had was back in the day on her Nintendo game system. She had never been behind a wheel before.

  Candy gazed down at the black leather wallet that rested of the floor. Quickly picking it up, she grabbed the bundle of hundred dollar bills that was in it and threw the wallet back on the floor.

  Greg ran on the side of the truck. He banged his hands through the window, bursting out the window. He grabbed a head full of Candy’s hair as he tried to yank her out the truck. “You black nigger bitch! You trying to steal my fucking truck!” he screamed. He had now turned into Paul, his evil racist white man persona.

  Candy stared into his evil eyes. She didn’t have time for this man craziness. The truck was now in drive. She pressed her right foot against the gas pedal and the truck went full speed,

  Running out into oncoming traffic with Greg hanging from the side. An 18-wheeler going past the speed limit rammed right into the two of them. Damn near every bone in Greg’s body was broken. He died instantly.

  “Someone call 911! I think this girl is alive!” someone yelled.

  ~Chapter 8~

  A month later…

  Candy had been released from the hospital a little over two weeks ago. Her only remaining injury was a broken arm. It rested in a sling and in a matter of a few weeks she would be back to her normal duties. But a broken arm didn’t stop her flow at all. She was still paper chasing for Blaze like the true bonafied hoe she was. Poor Greg hadn’t made it, but it didn’t matter because he deserved everything he got. After a police investigation and with the Asian man a witness, Candy wasn’t charged with nothing. In society’s eyes she was a young girl who had gotten a ride home from the wrong nut case.

  Blaze was at his house on the outskirts of Orlando. None of his girls had ever been to his house and none of them even knew how large their daddy was really living. Blaze was doing it up hands down thanks to his hoes. His five bedroom mini mansion rested right on the set of one of Orlando’s mini beaches. It was Blaze’s beach if you asked him. Palms trees circled the entire house. The sand was nice, tan, and pretty. Every time Blaze would walk out into his backyard he was smacked in his face with the beach’s breeze. The soft sand would soak between his toes.

  His home was where all of his peace and quiet existed. No bickering hoes and no pimps around pimping on hoes. No drama at all; just peace and quiet where he could actually have peace of mind.

  He walked around his house with nothing on but flawless skin, which was half way covered by his long, black house robe. In the right corner of the robe the letter B was engraved. On top of the letter B rested a crown that was suited for a king. King Blaze was the meaning of the duo.

  Blaze hummed some tunes to himself as he walked to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of Moet champagne. He then walked out onto his open patio where his Jacuzzi awaited him. The sun was gorgeously setting. From far away it looked as if the sun was resting right on top of the beach. The sound of the water making love was soothing to his ears. The fresh scent of the palm trees ran up his nostrils. He inhaled and then exhaled. “This is life,” he said to himself.

  He dipped his index finger in the scorching water, damn near burning his finger off. It was nothing to Blaze because he loved very hot things. He turned the water off. After pouring himself a full glass of champagne he dropped his robe and eased into the Jacuzzi. His skin instantly turned red from the extremely hot water and his muscles tensely began to relax.

  Blaze sipped on the champagne as his mind wondered off to a much better place; a place where he found himself chasing a beautiful exotic woman. The woman was a square to his life, but it didn’t matter because a square was what he wanted; a female who knew nothing about hoeing and pimping…a female who lived a much different life and who could possibly change him for the better.

  He enjoyed his job as a pimp now, but he soon wanted something much better, something he always craved. Which was a good woman at his side. His own businesses. And to top it off a family. A child of his own was something that he craved. Money was his kryptonite, but it was something that he knew he had to make enough of now so that he would never want for anything during the remainder his lifetime.

  In his mind, he chased the mysterious woman through the exotic woods of Africa. She was everything that he wanted and then some more. Beauty had to be her name, she was so gorgeous and her skin was a flawless honey like color. Her eyes were glorifying and her body was to die for. Her full thick lips stuck out like a sore thumb, they were the type of lips that people would pay a fortune for, the kind people would make surgeons in America rich while trying to obtain. They were the kind that was so kissable that you could taste the Mac lip-gloss that coated them before you actually tasted them. They were kind that you wanted to suck on all night; the kind that turned kissing into a passionate session of pure lovemaking.

  Blaze followed her deeper and deeper into the woods. One thing that he feared in life was getting lost. But it didn't matter to him if he got lost in these never-ending woods because he was going to be lost with the person who he loved, the person whose name he had yet to know. Her unspoken beauty had him head over heels. Nothing mattered in the world at that moment but him and her.

  In his mind, Blaze finally captured her and grabbed her by her arm. Her skin was so soft and felt so rich. Blaze gazed into her eyes and she stared back into his. Her staring gave him butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He moved in closer to her and began to plant soft loveable kisses all of her full, thick lips. The last time he kissed a girl passionately he was only 15 years old and he was just experimenting. This kiss meant something to him; it had a significant feeling.

  One thing led to another and Blaze was exploring her outer body, ready to experience a taste of her heaven.

  “What the fuck! Tina, get the heck off of me you craz
y old lady!”

  Blaze and Tina had been fore playing and rolling around in the sand for a little over ten minutes now. Once Tina felt Blaze’s bulging package, she was ready to explode. She was old, but her hormones and her sex drive were outrageous!

  Blaze quickly scanned the private beach. Not a soul was in sight. He took a second glance at Tina and the beauty that he was chasing in the woods in his daydream reappeared to him.

  He took Tina’s head and guided her to his manhood. From there Tina took care of him just as she took care of her husband. She was married to a 35-year-old rich man.

  “Ooooh,” Blaze moaned, releasing himself into Tina’s awaiting mouth. Blaze opened his eyes and damn near threw up.

  Tina’s white, old, wrinkly ass stared at him with a mouth full of his semen. “Mmmm.” Tina wiped her mouth.

  Blaze felt delusional as he tried to remember how in the world he’d ended up outside. His mind landed back to the Moet that he had been drinking, which he’d poisoned with Ecstasy pills nights prior. He’d intended to take it to the girls so that they could have a little more motivation to make him more money. If nothing did the trick, a little X in someone’s drink always did.

  Blaze quickly got up with sand stuck to his bare ass. He rushed to his house, never looking back at Tina. Inside of his secluded home, he hopped in the shower and scrubbed himself until his skin turned red and sore. In the past he had been with some bottom of the barrel chicks, but Tina had been resting at the bottom of the barrel for many years. He scrubbed himself as he beat himself up. He was filled with pure anger and disgust.

  A few years ago, before he learned to treat his body with the utmost respect, he would have added Tina to his ‘got banged list’. But now that he was treating his body like a temple by being mindful of who to enter and who not to enter, he was sick to his stomach. It was ironic that he treated his body like a temple, but sold girls’ bodies like yesterday’s trash.

  After showering he wrapped his hard body up in an oversized white towel that had the word ‘Blaze’ embedded on all four corners. He retreated to his man cave and laid across the bed. He grabbed the half smoked blunt that rested in the ashtray next to him. “Man, my life is fucked up,” he said.

  ~Chapter 9~

  Snow White just couldn’t believe that Candy was still making money. More than she was making before and with a broken arm. To top things off, Blaze was at her every beck and call like he was more so her man than her pimp. Snow White couldn’t stand the sight of the two. She held Blaze down just as much as Candy, or even more, and felt like she more than deserved the special attention. Instead of him catering to a handicapped bitch, Snow White felt like she needed to be catered to as well. Her patience was growing thin. She couldn’t deal with the lack of attention.

  As the four girls sat at the kitchen table playing a game of spades, Snow White continued to stare at Candy, giving her dirty looks. Candy was starting to make her sick. Every time Blaze came around she was breaking him off lovely, getting more attention than she was getting and Snow White wasn’t having that. Ever since she could remember she had been Blaze’s favorite. But, since Candy’s accident he barely paid Snow White any attention. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d tasted his long, thick, delicious pole. She was missing it terribly and couldn’t stand the fact that Candy was getting what was hers.

  “I’m done.” Snow White threw her hand of cards on the table and got up. She could no longer bear the sight of Candy. She desperately wanted to break Candy’s other arm to match the already broken one.

  “What’s her problem?” Dottie asked looking confused.

  “Who cares? That hoe is always miserable,” Candy replied.

  “She’s cool y’all,” Cinnamon added.

  Snow White walked into the living room wearing nothing but a pair of boy shorts with her bare breast was exposed. All of the girls were in the habit of walking around the house nude. She flopped her rear end down on the leather sofa, snatching the remote control from the coffee table and then flicking through the channels. Staring at Candy’s daughter Miracle, she began to get sick to her stomach. Miracle was a mirror image of her mother. Her little eyes pierced through Snow White’s stating that she wanted to be taken out of the playpen so she could get out and play.

  “Stop staring at me you little ugly motherfucker,” Snow White huffed.

  Finally getting some sort of attention, Miracle’s innocent eyes continued to pierce Snow White’s. She began giggling and cooing and reaching her arms out for Snow White.

  Snow White slowly cracked a smile. “You know I can’t stand your mother.” Not being able to say no to the baby, Snow White walked over to the playpen and extended her arms out to Miracle. She couldn't resist Miracle. After all, she had been in the toddler’s life ever since she was born. Miracle was now a year and eight months. She was one of the happiest babies that Snow White had ever seen. There were times when Snow White envied the joyful baby. She wished that she could have her spirit and one day have something to smile about.

  Snow White sat Miracle on the sofa next to her. She reached in the ashtray and grabbed the half of a blunt filled with Kush. After a few hits she was sky high. She glanced at Miracle who was leaning back on the sofa with her pacifier in her mouth. Her already chinky eyes were becoming even chinkier. It was obvious that she was catching a contact high. Snow White suspiciously looked around the room. She could hear the girls still in the kitchen yapping as they played cards.

  Snow White leaned in closer to Miracle and puckered her lips up. Miracle opened her little mouth and began giggling. Snow White grabbed both of her cheeks, squeezing them tight, and forced Miracle’s little mouth to stay wide open. She then took the blunt, flipped it with the fire in her mouth, and began giving Miracle a shotgun. The smoke filled the toddler’s lungs instantly and she began to choke on the smoke.

  Snow White continued to blow until she thought the baby had gotten enough. Miracle fell out on the sofa and was sleep in less than twenty minutes. Snow White sat there sky high and began to torture Miracle in her sleep by pinching her really hard, thumping her ears, biting the bottom of her feet, and other stuff that should not be done to a child.

  By 9:00 P.M. the girls were all ready to go out and work the stroll, including Candy. They all dressed in nothing but their best. It was Friday night, which meant the high rollers were coming out to play. Miracle was dropped off at the baby sitter’s home. Due to Blaze trust issues, no stranger was allowed to occupy his home.

  Candy stood on the opposite end of the street from the rest of the girls. At times she liked to distance herself from them. She peered up and down the block and noticed that no one was paying her any mind. She quickly went into her purse and pulled out the medication bottle. Without water she threw back three of the 30-milligram pills. Ever since she had gotten into the car accident, her doctor had prescribed her Oxycontin. She had been popping the pills like they were candy. She loved the high and the extra kick that it gave her. She was so addicted. The pills were now a must.

  “Yeah bitch, what you doing over here? You trying to get with some pimping?”

  Candy turned around rolling her eyes. She stared the wanna-be pimp down from head to toe. He definitely has his priorities fucked up. She turned her nose up at the cheap fur he had on.

  I know this fool ain’t trying to pimp on me with them fake gators and all that fake ass jewelry that he done got from someone’s bubble gum machine. That fucking fake fur is a mess! Ugh, I can’t deal with this shit, Candy thought. Any other time she would bite her tongue, but being that the fool looked like a fake she couldn’t hold back. “First off bitch, who you calling a bitch?” Candy snapped, rolling her eyes.

  The pimp took a step back and gawked at Candy like she was stupid. “Bitch, who you disrespecting? You must not have no training?” he snapped back.

  “Nigga, I’m with pimping! I’m Blaze’s bitch!” Candy looked him in his face as if to say that if he didn’t know Blaze then he
had better find out.

  Other hoes walking the stroll started to gather around. Candy was feeling herself. She was enjoying the attention and began to feed off of it. The more people that gathered around, the more hyped Candy got. Other females that were working the stroll chattered and laughed in the background.

  The pimp looked around, taking notice that his hoes outnumbered him. He didn’t see shit funny. He got a little closer to Candy and he could smell the stench of alcohol mixed the sweet aroma of her perfume. He stared at her undeniable beauty. She was by far one of the best hookers he had seen in quite some time. He never understood why females as beautiful as Candy always sold their bodies to the next bidder. They were so beautiful that they could get a man to take care of them with no problem, even if they were just a beauty with no brain. Men fell hard for a bad chick with a banging body.

  Candy stood strong and tall as she threw her neck from side to side, daring the pimp to say or do something out of the ordinary.

  Pimping Mims was what he went by. Despite all of the fake stuff he had on, he was still old school at heart. He had been pimping ever since Candy was on the nookie. If she didn’t know who he was she was going to learn today to respect a pimp. He balled his fist up with anger as Candy smirked while pushing his buttons. He reached back and knocked her clear in her mouth, wiping the smirk off of her face. Blood instantly started leaking from Candy’s mouth.

  “Ahhh, Daddy!” she cried out for Blaze. The taste of blood graced the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue over top of her teeth to make sure he hadn’t knocked any more of her teeth out. It was bad enough that she was already missing five. Candy threw her head back, gathering up the spit and blood that rested in her mouth, and spat right into his face.

  From there it was on. Everyone stood back and watched as the pimp beat Candy down. Candy balled up on the ground. Her ass was all out of her skirt and her body ached with a terrible amount of pain. She had too much pride to beg the pimp to stopped beating her. She’d asked for it and she sure as hell was getting it; heavy handed and heartless.