“Alright,” Dwayne answered.
“Nice meeting you Dame.” Bishop said to him.
“The pleasure was all mines.” Damien said confidently as they turned and walked out of the restaurant.
Bishop smiled at Damien’s composure and confidence at such a young age. Damien reminded him of himself. He was definitely going to watch him. Dwayne and Damien walked back to his Benz in the parking lot.
“That went well. He likes you.” Dwayne said to him.
“How can you tell?”
“He asked you to sit at his table, and he gave you the code of conduct line.” Dwayne said to him as he opened his car door.
“Code of conduct line? What the fuck does that mean?”
“The whole I only ask that you do unto us, like you would do unto yourself, line. It’s some old school code they used to go by back in the days. So you don’t screw us and we won’t screw you.” Dwayne explained to him as he started the car and pulled off.
“Well, he don’t gotta worry about that ‘cause I ain’t no damn snitch.” Damien firmly said.
“Good ‘cause that’s the one thing Bishop hates more than anything else, and that is a fuckin’ snitch.” Dwayne said.
“Why does he call you the Future King?”
Dwayne smiled and looked at him. “Do you play chess?” he asked.
“Naw, I roll some dice.”
“You should learn to play chess. It’s a thinking man’s game. It a game of strategy, and learning how to manipulate the people around into the positions you want them in. Not some dumbass niggas standing on the corner. Bishop plays all the time so I used to play against him. He used to whip my ass all the time until this one time I put him in checkmate,” Dwayne said to him.
“What the fuck does checkmate mean?”
“It means, his King is being threatened, and cannot move anywhere else without being threatened again. He was surprised I out played him, and started to call me the future King.”
That is exactly what Dwayne wanted to be one day. He had goals of being more than a pawn in Bishop’s game. Dwayne wanted to be the King of the criminal underworld. Dwayne secretly hated being called the future King by Bishop. He felt as if Bishop was threatened by him, and he wanted to mock him to chip away at his victory. Bishop hasn’t played Dwayne since he lost.
“So where are we heading to?” Dwayne asked him.
Damien smirked. “We’re gonna meet Irv and Nard at the Kandi Club.”
“You still fuckin’ with that bitch you meet at the underground?”
“Hell Yeah, I’m telling you Dwayne, you’ve gotta get some head from this bitch. I ain’t never had a chick suck my dick like that!” Damien exclaimed.
Dwayne raised his eyebrows. “Damn, it’s that serious my nigga?”
“She’ll have you sucking your thumb after she’s done with ya.”
Dwayne and Damien started to crack up laughing.
Damien and Dwayne arrived at The Kandi Club near the Apollo Theatre on a 125th street. Damien had been spending a lot of time at the Kandi Club, and he loved the strip club atmosphere. The women were thick in all the right places and Biggie’s Party and Bullshit was the new hot song blasting in the club. Damien was also addicted to his favorite dancer in the club, Kem.
Kem was the best hustler in this arena. Only 21 years old, she used her sexiness and skills to outsmart the smartest man out of his money. Even though she sold her sex for money, she didn’t consider herself a prostitute. In her mind, a prostitute was a dumb whore who would fuck anybody for money, and then give all of her wages to an abusive scumbag pimp who does nothing but talk shit and slap her around. Kem didn’t split her money with no nigga, and would take most of the cash and invest it into her lavish lifestyle outside of the club. She bought expensive mink coats, diamond rings, and pushed a fully loaded white 1994 Lexus.
She considered herself a Bedroom Gangsta ̶ a term Damien would agree with. In some odd way, Damien respected her hustle. At least she was up front about her business. She wasn’t trying to trick a man out of his dough or become some gold digging leech that tries to marry a man and take half. Kem just knew how to hustle real well, and could break a nigga down in bed.
When they got there, Irv and Nard had just arrived themselves. They came inside and saw Damien and Dwayne sitting a table, drinking.
“What up yo?” Irv said to them.
“Wassup playa?” Nard said to Damien as he gave him some dap.
“Chillin’ my nigga.” Damien responded to him.
Dwayne looked at Nard strangely.
“What the fuck do you got on?” Dwayne asked Nard looking at his brightly colored red and green Cross Colours jacket and matching green pants.
“What? What’s wrong with my clothes?”
“You look like a goddamn Christmas tree, that’s what’s wrong!” Dwayne snapped to him as Damien and Irv cracked up laughing.
“Man, whatever.” Nard mumbled as he sat at the table.
“Who the fuck do you know that is still wearing Cross Colours anyway? A whole damn outfit?” Dwayne went on.
“I like being original.” Nard insisted.
“An original clown.” Dwayne added.
It wasn’t just Nard’s peculiar fashion sense that pissed Dwayne off. It was also his frustration with Nard’s overall decision-making abilities that bugged him. That was one of the reasons he didn’t want Nard in the game with killers and hustlers who would see him as an easy mark.
“Y’all chill. Just relax and look at all this ass up there.” Damien said to them as he pointed to the stage.
The Kandi Club was a dingy little place with red florescent spotlights that would light the stage. You could literally smell the budussy in the air mixed with alcohol and smoke. It was a small club with drunk ass niggas lusting after half naked women as they swung around chrome poles. It was fucked up, but it was their spot.
“Damn, these bitches are off the chain!” Nard yelled.
“You gonna pay for some pussy tonight Nard?” Irv asked him sarcastically.
“Man I’m a pimp! I don’t pay for no pussy!” he exclaimed.
“Whatever nigga, you still letting them crack head bitches suck you off?” Irv joked.
Dwayne frowned at Nard, “What? I’ve told you about letting them bitches do that! You gonna fuck around and catch that shit.”
“Man, I ain’t fuckin’ them hoes.” Nard insisted.
“You gonna fuck around and have your dick fall off.” Dwayne said annoyed.
As they continue to argue back and forth with each other Damien’s focus was on center stage as Kem came out and danced. She was still as fine as the night he saw her at the underground. Damien hasn’t messed with her since that night, but he was eager to hook back up with her. The oral sex she gave him that night was phenomenal. Damien watched as Kem gyrated and bounced her ass on stage. As she was dancing she spotted Damien sitting at the table and smiled at him. She immediately knew what he came for because they always come back for more.
After she danced on stage, she slipped backstage and put on a red tube top and blue denim shorts. She came out from backstage, stood by the door chewing bubble gum, and then looked at Damien. He knew that she was down for another appointment. Dwayne and Nard were still going at it.
“Yo, excuse me.” Damien said as he got up from the table.
“Where are you going?” Nard asked, and then he saw Kem standing at the door.
“Damn,” Nard uttered to himself.
Damien walked over to Kem and caressed her arm.
“What’s up Dame?” Kem softly said with a sexy smile.
“What’s up ma?” he smiled. “I see you remember me.”
“How could I forget? You came here to see me?” She asked coyly.
“Who else?” Damien said and put his arm around her waist. They walked out of the club. They walked to Dwayne’s car and got inside. Kem stared at him and licked her lips.
“So what you need daddy?” she
whispered to him.
He grinned and said, “Some of that head would be nice.”
“Well you know my fee.” Kem said to him. Damien smiled and gave her the money he already had prepared for her.
“I even gave you a tip in there.”
Kem counted $75, smiled at him, and then tucked the money in her pocket. Damien unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Kem removed the gum from her mouth. Kem once again lubricated his manhood with her saliva and blew his socks off. Kem worked her magic on him again as she altered speeds and deep-throated him repeatedly. This time when the rush came over him, Damien allowed himself to climax in her mouth and enjoy the full experience.
About three o’clock in the morning, Damien staggered back into his apartment, as Stacy lied awake in bed. This had become a routine for Damien. Stacy was growing annoyed at Damien’s deliberate disrespect and obvious cheating. The honeymoon was over.
“Nice of you to come home.” Stacy said sarcastically.
“Don’t start. It’s too late to be hearing that shit from you.”
Stacy sat up and looked at him as he got undressed for bed. Then she pulled down his underwear and sniffed his crotch.
Damien smirked. “You might as well suck it while you down there.”
“Fuck you.” Stacy said as she lied back down in bed. Damien laughed in his head.
I ain’t fucked no pussy tonight bitch, he thought to himself.
“What? You mad you ain’t smelled nothing?” he asked her.
“You smell musty nigga.” She replied.
“Whatever bitch.” Damien retorted as he got into bed with her, and then rolled over and went to sleep.
You think I’m stupid? Your dick smells like Double Mint gum dumbass. Stacy thought as she lied with her back to him. It wasn’t the fact that he was messing around that pissed Stacy off because she was doing it too. It was the fact that he wasn’t even discreet about it like her. The more she thought about it the more she thought about Remo’s offer to take care of her. She needed to be with a more mature man. Remo was certainly making more money than Damien. This was getting old real quick.
9
Dear Momma
December 1993
“How you doing ma,” Damien asked his mother.
“I’m doing good baby. I’m just a little tired ya know.” Darlene said as she scratched her scalp. She was smoking a Newport while frying some fish.
“I know.”
“So you still living with that little fast girl?” she asked him.
Damien shook his head. “Yeah, we’re still together ma.”
“Now don’t go and get that girl pregnant. I’m too young to be a grandmother. Today was his mother’s birthday. Darlene had Damien when she was eighteen years old, and was now thirty-seven. Back in the day Darlene was a fine sista that men used to sweat all the time. Even after she had Damien her body went back to her hourglass shape, but years of constant drug use had taken its toll on her body.
“Trust me, I ain’t having no babies with her. But anyway, you know I’m making some extra money now so I was thinking maybe you want outta here?” he asked her.
Darlene stared at him for a second. “And move where?”
“Anywhere outta these damn projects. How about moving back out to Brooklyn Heights again.” Before Darlene got strung out on dope she lived in Brooklyn Heights with Damien as a child. She lost her home because she spent the rent on dope.
“How can you afford to do that?” Darlene asked, already knowing what Damien was doing.
“Come on ma, you know what I do.” Damien said to her bluntly. Darlene’s face became filled with regret.
“Damien, I know I wasn’t the mother to you like I was supposed to be. That’s my fault, but this is not the life I wanted for you.” She said to him.
“It’s not the life I chose either. It’s the life that chose me.” Damien responded.
“But you’re so smart that I…” Darlene never finished her sentence.
She knew she had failed him as a mother and that her addiction was the reason. An awkward silence fell over them.
“Well I gotta go. Think about what I said.” Damien said to her as he turned to leave.
“Damien, do you have a couple of dollars on you. I’ve gotta pick up a few things,” She said shamefully.
Damien knew what she was asking for. He didn’t even turn around and look at her. He simply reached in his jacket pocket, pulled out a small dime bag of dope, and placed it on the table. He left without a word. Tears of shame rolled down Darlene’s face. She picked up the bag as her hand trembled. Once again she felt that she had failed him as a mother, and that was a guilt she would have to live with for the rest of her life.
Stacy Clarke had never worked a day in her life. Ever since she was 14, Stacy was able to use her beauty to get men to give her what she wanted. She had the body and sex appeal of a grown woman with a child’s mind, and at eighteen years of age, nothing had changed. She was pissed that Damien wasn’t discreet enough with his flings, and she was ready to take Remo up on his offer.
Stacy waited for Remo to pick her up from in front of De Paola Pizza between Lexington and 3rd. Stacy stood patiently, waiting in front of the restaurant and enjoying the smell of the freshly baked pizza. It was a bright, sunny day in Harlem despite the cold. Stacy was eager to see Remo’s fine ass. The loud thump of the Wu-Tang Clan’s Cream from Remo’s black Suburban let her know he was down the street. He pulled up in front of her and put his car in park and then lowered the window on the passenger side.
“Hey sexy, you waiting for me?” Remo said with a big smile on his face, showing off his pearly white teeth. Stacy simply smiled and walked slowly up to his truck.
Stacy wore a yellow baby doll halter-top summer dress that showed off her luscious brown titties. Remo candidly ogled her long thick brown thighs as she walked to the truck. She wore only a little make-up on her round doll face.
“Damn girl, you look amazing.” Remo frankly said to her.
“Thank you Remo.” Stacy said as she got in his truck. She smiled as he admired her cleavage openly.
“Is that the new Wu-Tang song?” she asked.
“Yeah, that’s my shit. So where do you wanna go?”
“Well, I was thinking I could see where you stayed in Brooklyn.” Stacy said to him. Remo knew that his wait had finally come to an end.
He grinned and then said, “A’ight, I can show you the crib.”
He started the truck and pulled off. Remo had a few stash-houses in Brooklyn that he could take her to. His main spot was Clinton Hill, Brooklyn, but that was too far away, and his dick was too hard to travel out there. He figured he’d take her out there another day. A few minutes later they arrived at a little stash house he and his brothers kept out in Brooklyn Heights that they would stay at occasionally.
When they got inside, Stacy took in her surroundings and could see herself staying somewhere like this with Remo instead of a small apartment in Harlem with Damien.
“So what made you call me of all of a sudden?” Remo asked her.
Stacy looked at Remo, and then said, “I just felt like it was time to take you up on your offer. I wanna see how a grown man treats a lady.”
“That’s all you had to say baby. You want a drink?”
“Yeah.” Remo walked into the kitchen and poured her up a glass of Dom Pérignon.
Stacy walked into the master bedroom, saw the king size bed, and was impressed with her surroundings. There were no pictures on the walls and no personal belongs about the place, so Stacy figured this wasn’t his main house. She didn’t care, as long as she was here with him. Remo came back into the living room with the drinks and didn’t see Stacy.
“Stacy?” he called out as he walked to the bedroom with the drinks in hand.
When he entered the bedroom he saw Stacy standing there naked. Her pretty brown titties were firm and round. Her body was smooth and curvy. Stacy’s angelic face concealed her devilis
h sex drive. She looked better naked then he had imagined.
“I got your drink,” Remo said with a smile.
“I’ll drink it later.”
Stacy said as she lied down on top of the bed. Remo put the drinks down on the dresser, unbuckled his jeans, and pulled off his tank top. Just staring at his chocolate smooth body and thick arms made Stacy wet. He crawled on the bed toward her, and she opened her legs revealing her moist pink pussy. Remo with the skill of man that has been with dozens of women took his rock hard manhood and entered her warm walls. His large penis sent shivers through her body as she became lost in ecstasy. Repeatedly Remo deeply stroked her tight pussy as Stacy moaned in pleasure. Sex had never felt this good for Stacy before. Her head fell back in bliss as Remo hit the bottom of her love box. She felt her pussy contract around his dick repeatedly, letting him know she was cumming. It was good to be with a man that knew what he was doing instead of a boy just trying to catch a nut.
Remo flipped her over and entered her doggy-style as he imagined he would so many times and marveled at her round brown ass. He spread her lips and pushed back inside of her. Stacy gasped for air as he penetrated deeper into her and she clinched his dick with her pussy. Then Remo reached around and fondled her clit as he pushed deeper inside of her. Skillfully Remo rubbed his fingers over her swollen clit as Stacy felt her body exploded from the inside out.
“Oh shit!” Stacy was overwhelmed by his stimulation, and then she came harder than she ever had before.
After Remo was sure she got hers first, he then proceeded to tear her up hard and fast. His guttural grunts filled the air until he felt his dick explode hot semen inside of her. Three hours later Remo was through fucking Stacy in almost every position imaginable. Stacy lay exhausted in Remo’s arms, and her pussy was utterly satisfied. If Remo was this good sexually and had money, she was done messing with Damien.
Damien returned to his mother’s apartment five hours later after forgetting to give her a birthday card he had bought for her. What the hell, he might as well give it to her now, while he was in the neighborhood. He used his key and entered the apartment.
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