Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest

by Corie Allen

  We saved up ten thousand and I was ready to quit or do something else. This was not the life for me. I wanted out. I was in the bathroom at home looking in the mirror. I missed Rich so much. Jocelyn was okay. She was good company and good people, but she couldn’t fill in the void that Rich left.

  I was fixing my hair as Jocelyn walked into the bathroom. I looked at her through the mirror.

  “Im tired Jocelyn. I’m ready to quit.”

  “Akira you buggin’, we got a big party tonight. It’s gone be crazy. It’s gone be mad ballers in there. I need some dick too!”

  “Girl you crazy. I’m serious. I’m tired of Club Wet.” Jocelyn looked at me with those puppy eyes. “I need you, I can’t do it by myself.”

  I gave in. Me and Jocelyn had become close over the last four months that we had been working at Club Wet and living together. We had become best friends. We made a pact that we would stick together, whenever, and wherever.

  The billboard in front of the club read:

  --Club Wet … Welcome Home Manny--

  The club was packed with mad hustlers. Platinum and white gold glazed with diamonds shined throughout the club. Niggas was balling hard. In the dressing room me and Jocelyn came out of our Apple Bottom jeans and slipped into some lace shit. This was a closed door private party, so everything went. The whole club was VIP.

  “This is a special party. Theres going to be a lot of money in here tonight.” Kevin said.

  Indeed it was special. Brooklyn’s Finest was in the house. They had bought out the whole bar for the night.

  There was two guys sitting by the stage across from the DJ booth. One of them locked eyes with me and motioned for me to come over. I grabbed Jocelyn’s arm and she followed me over to them.

  The guy that was staring at me looked into my eyes and said:

  “Bring ya pretty ass right here and sit on my lap.” I sat down on his lap while Jocelyn led the other guy to a private room without opening her mouth to utter a single word. Damn she really was a born again ho! I gyrated my hips and I could feel him getting hard by the second.

  “So whats your name?” I asked him.

  “Zeke.” He said as he pulled out a bankroll. He placed a few bills in my legstraps and whispered in my ear.

  “Can I buy you a drink?”

  “Why not.” I said as I called Coffee over and asked her for Grey Goose and cranberry.

  “Zeke pulled out five one hundred dollar bills and dangled them in front of me.

  “So shorty, can I take you home wit me?”

  I thought about the rules… never leave the club to go to a nigga’s house.

  “Whatever you want me to do, I can do it here.” I said.

  Zeke pulled a pen out of his pocket and wrote his number on a napkin.

  “Baby you look too good to be in Club Wet. You need a nigga like me to wife you so you aint gotta do this.” I took his number to avoid being rude.

  “When you ready to stop, call me.”

  Zeke smacked me on my ass and handed me a c-note. I got up and walked into the dressing room. Coffee stormed in behind me and pulled me by my hair.

  “Bitch you got a problem? Fuck wrong wit you? You here to make money, not sit to in the dressing room.” “Coffee, I think my period coming on… I got cramps.”

  Coffee looked at me and frowned.

  “I don’t give a fuck bitch. Your mouth and ass not bleeding. You better go get your ass out there and get daddy’s money.”

  Coffee stared me down and waited for me as I walked out of the dressing room. I saw Jocelyn coming down the stairs to pick off another victim. I sat down at the bar next to one of my regulars. I looked up and saw Coffee staring at me. I just knew this was gone be my last time working at Club Wet.

  The club closed after the party. Kevin was going to Philly for the week and his bother was going to be running the club. I didn’t care because I had no plans on coming back anyway. This was the last draw. Kevin drove me and Jocelyn home. On the way he let me stop at Andrews Fish Market. Once we got in front of my house Jocelyn got out the car. Kevin grabbed my hand before I could get out.

  “Akira, listen to me. You and Jocelyn are my number one money makers. That’s why Coffee was so hard on you tonight. Don’t get lazy and start slipping. Don’t make me have to put my foot all the way up ya little yellow ass. You doing too good right now.” I looked at Kevin and he kissed my cheek. I realized how serious he was. I got out without saying goodbye.

  Jocelyn and I sat in the dining room and ate our crab legs. It was silent for the first few minutes. I looked Jocelyn in her eyes.

  “Jocelyn, I’m tired, I’m sick and tired. We need to fall back, for real.”

  Jocelyn looked at me and laughed.

  “And do what?”

  “Chill… we got enough bread saved.”

  “And when it runs out, then what? Besides, Kevin and Coffee aint having that shit. Hold up you know I need my medicine everyday!”

  “What medicine?”

  “Dick”

  “You a fucking freak, how much dick you need? You fuck like ten niggas a day.”

  “Little dicks and minute men don’t count. It seem like that’s all I get.”

  I couldn’t believe what Jocelyn was saying. I always knew she was a smut, but damn.

  “So any of them get you off?”

  “One did like two months ago!”

  “I aint get one yet.”

  I wrapped up the crab shells and took them out. Jocelyn was in the shower when I came up the stairs. I headed to the bedroom. Seeing Jocelyn’s silhouette made me fantasize about us having sex. We already fingered each other, but we hadn’t done anything or even talked about it since then.

  I took my clothes and stepped into the shower behind Jocelyn.

  “I was about to get out.” Jocelyn said as she turned around. I kissed her on the lips as soon as she faced me. I grabbed her in my arms and we kissed under the water. I grabbed Jocelyn’s ass and held her close. I needed this so bad. I needed to be intimate. I needed to be held, kissed, caressed, and loved. Fucking tricks at Club Wet didn’t do any of that for me.

  We washed each other and got out the shower. We headed into my bedroom got straight in the bed. Once in the bed I grabbed Jocelyn’s hand and I shoved her fingers deep inside of me. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted and needed to climax. Jocelyn stopped. I was confused. Why did she stop? She started kissing me and sucking on my breast. I felt her tongue slide down my stomach and then into my pussy. It felt so good. Jocelyn pressed her tongue against my clit and stroked it up and down. I couldn’t control myself. I moaned…

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

  In a few moments I was knee deep in blissful orgasm. Jocelyn got up and kissed me on the lips. She went into the closet and pulled a strap on dildo out of her bag. She held it up in the air.

  “Can you do me a favor?” She asked.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. This bitch was a cold freak. She had a high tech dildo with two dicks, a strap, a cord, and a remote. I let her strap me up. Jocelyn laid me on my back. I had half the dildo in me, with the other side in her as she straddled me. She rocked back and forth adding to the vibrations of the dildo. It felt so good. I could feel Jocelyn coming all on me. I came a second time. She stopped and opened her eyes.

  “Damn that shit was good.” I uttered.

  “I should of been took the Mandingo out the closet!” Jocelyn said as she bursted in laughter.

  The next morning I was awakened by a hard knock on the door. I thought for sure it was Coffee coming by to check on us. I didn’t bother to put on any clothes. Jocelyn was already out of bed, and downstairs. I could smell the weed smoke that was rising to the second floor. I stood at the top of the stairs as Jocelyn turned the music down and answered the door.

  Rich

  June 29th, 2005 was the longest day of my life. After sitting for almost six months, I had thought long and hard about what I was going to do the next day�
� my birthday. I would be turning eighteen and these crackers would have to let me go. I was certain that I would party hard and do me. I hadn’t talked to Akira for five months. I didn’t know what happened with the house, money, or coke. I had that stash at my moms house though just in case. Money was the least of my worries. My primary concern was making Zeke pay for snitching.

  Homer had questioned me for two hours at JFK airport before throwing in the towel. He took me to Juvie and then to this locked facility in Westbury for my so called protection. He tried to get me to snitch on Manny. I respected the game. Snitching was wrong! Zeke was gone pay!

  On ride back to the city all I could think of was what I left. When I got to Jamaica I got a gypsy cab and was on my way.

  I figured there was a fifty/fifty chance of Akira having held down the house. I had every intention of fucking the shit out of her soon as the door opened. When I got out the cab I could hear Michael Jackson banging out the stereo.

  --… I want to love you… PYT… pretty young thang…-

  I could see into the window. My heart dropped. I could see a light skin chick sitting indian style on my sofa smoking a dutch. I knocked on the door and she got up and turned the music down. She came to the door and opened it. She gave me a good looking over. “Is Akira here?” I asked her, not knowing if I had been evicted and someone else might have moved in and kept the furniture.

  “Who are you?” She asked.

  “Rich’. I replied

  Before I could get the word out of my mouth, Akira yelled my name as she ran down the stairs.

  The chick moved out the way as I stepped inside and closed the door. Akira jumped in my arms after making it down the stairs asshole naked.

  “Baby I love you, I missed you, I love you so much Rich.”

  “I missed you too baby.” I said as we hugged and kissed in the middle of the living room. I felt eyes on my back. I whispered into Akira’s ears:

  “Who’s that?”

  Akira smiled and kissed me.

  “Oh my fault, Rich meet Jocelyn, Jocelyn meet Rich. She been staying wit’ me for the past couple of months.”

  “Is that right, why you naked, is that for me?” I asked as I smacked Akira’s ass. She looked at me and smiled.

  “Happy Birthday.” She said.

  Jocelyn looked at me and added:

  “Happy Birthday.” As she passed me the dutch she was smoking. I took a puff inhaling slowly. I sat down and Akira following me, sat on my lap. “Where you been? I was so worried about you baby.” I pressed my lips against against Akira’s.

  “Baby I’m here now, don’t worry.”

  Jocelyn looked at me and teased.

  “So you gone hog all the weed? I thought it was puff, puff, pass!”

  We all laughed.

  “Where you find shorty at? She cool wit me?” I laughed as I passed Jocelyn the Dutch.

  “The same place you found me.” Akira replied. She bit her lip and then whispered in my ear. “I missed that dick.”

  Before I could respond or get up, Akira pulled my zipper down and devoured me into her mouth. I looked over at Jocelyn. She was still smoking, sitting on the sofa across from us. I closed my eyes as Akira gave me oral pleasure. Every moment away from her, she was missed. She got up and sat on my lap facing me. I kissed her on the lips and grabbed her close to me as she rode me like a race horse. Akira looked into my eyes as she let out shrieks of passion. She turned her back to me and continued to ride me until I blasted off all inside of her.

  She called Jocelyn over to us. Jocelyn pulled off her halter top and boy shorts, then pressed her lips against Akira’s nipples. Watching them brought my dick back to attention. Akira got back on her knees along side of Jocelyn, and they took turns sucking on my pole.

  Jocelyn straddled me backwards and rode the second nut out of me. Akira and Jocelyn kissed and fondled each other as I laid back on the sofa with Jocelyn still on top of me.

  It was good to be home. Akira held down the crib. Down in the basement everything was the same. My safe was untouched. I ran upstairs to get dressed. Akira and Jocelyn were both asleep on the sofa. When I walked into the bedroom there was a strap on dildo lying on the bed. I thought to myself, these bitches is some freaks for real. I grinned and opened my bottom drawer to get some jeans. Before I got the jeans something caught my attention.

  --Zeke (718)386-9110-

  It was written on a Club Wet napkin. That snake ass nigga. I know he wasn’t fucking my bitch.

  “Akira.” I yelled at the top of my lungs. I was hoping it belonged to Jocelyn. Akira came running up the stairs. I held the napkin up for her to see.

  “What the fuck is this?” I asked her.

  “Boo I need to talk to you about that.”

  “Is you fucking ‘em?” I asked.

  “No.”

  “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

  I sat down and listened to Akira as she told me about how and why she started working at Club Wet. She told me about Manny’s welcome home party and how she met Zeke.

  I knew Akira had to do what she had to do. No love lost, I knew she was a smut when I met her. She was a whore and Jocelyn was too. No sense in bitching about getting lemons when I could make lemonade. I called Jocelyn upstairs and sat her down too. “Y'all been ho-ing at Club Wet, it is what it is. I’m home now. I’ll be damn if I’m gone let another nigga pimp my bitch, and Jocelyn you can ride with me or beat ya feet.”

  Jocelyn opened her mouth wide.

  “I’m riding.” She replied.

  Tears were rolling down Akira face.

  “Rich, I only did that so I wouldn’t lose everything. I just wanted to hold shit down for you. I hate that club.”

  I could remember Shakita’s warnings. However I was determined to be a boss and boss every situation in my life.

  “Remember when I asked you if I killed somebody would you help me bury the body?”

  “Yes, I remember.”

  “Okay well, I need you to ride for me. You been working at Club Wet, so it’s not gone hurt you to stay there a while.”

  “What about Kevin and Coffee?”

  “Fuck Kevin and Coffee, just act like everything is cool, and call Zeke. Tell him you want to see him at the club tonight.”

  “I love you Rich.” Akira said as she wiped her tears. I finished getting dressed and headed to the used car lot on Kings Highway. I grabbed an old Bonneville, just to get around in. I also grabbed a pre paid cell and headed back to the crib to layout my plan to Akira and Jocelyn.

  Akira

  It was a quiet night for the club. Rich had just dropped me and Jocelyn off. I did a few lap dances before I noticed Zeke walking into the VIP. I nodded to Jocelyn to occupy him while I was dancing for one of my regulars. They made some small talk until I walked over and sat on Zeke’s lap. I wanted to get up. I couldn’t. Rich laid out the plan to me, and I had to stick to the script.

  “So shorty… you gone let me take you home tonight?”

  “No, I’m not going to your house.”

  “Yeah, well five hundred dollars says you going to my house.”

  I smiled and laughed.

  “No, five hundred dollars only says you can fuck my little sister and lick my toes!”

  I was just teasing, I know I fucked niggas for five dollars before. Zeke went back into his pocket and pulled out a bank roll and laughed.

  “So thats how you feel? Matter of fact, a thousand dollars say I’m fucking you and you little sister’s licking my toes after y'all take turns licking my balls!” “Maybe, but we still not going to your house.” Zeke’s smile got wider.

  “We can do it in my truck” Zeke said.

  I grabbed his dick and whispered in his ear. “We can park up somewhere, just be outside when the club let out.”

  “Aight.” Zeke said.

  Zeke left the VIP. Everything was in motion. I called Rich. At the let out Zeke was parked in front of the club in a pearl white Lincoln Navigator with dark ti
nt. I hopped in the front and Jocelyn hopped in the back. When he pulled off we went straight down Wilson Avenue. I put my hand on his leg and whispered in his ear.

  “I know a place we can go.”

  “Where?” He asked.

  “Behind P.S. Sixty-Eight.” I responded.

  Once there, Zeke put the Navigator in park and we got in the back. He stashed his ratchet under the seat. Zeke was very excited. The erection that was bulging from his jeans proved it. His mouth was watering and his eyes were open wide as a child in a candy store. Me and Jocelyn watched as he pulled his pants down to reveal his dick. Jocelyn shook her head.

  “Money first.” She said as she extended her hand out to Zeke.

  He passed her ten crispy hundred dollar bills. Jocelyn put them into her boot pocket before kneeling down in front of him. Zeke licked his lips and looked in my eyes and said:

  “So what was that about licking toes… you know, the way I see it, every bitch got a price. The only questions that come to mind are… is she a wings and fries ho, a steak and potatoes ho, or a shrimp and lobster ho!”

  I wanted to slap the shit out of this cocky nigga. I kept telling myself to just stick to the script. I was sitting next to Zeke. I waited as Jocelyn deep throated him. Zeke pushed her away.

  “No, I want you to get on the ‘mic’.”

  He was pointing at me. I traded places with Jocelyn. I kneeled in front of him and grabbed his dick. I heard a whistle coming from outside. I smiled and looked Zeke in his eyes.

  “No peeking. I’m about to fuck up ya whole thinking process.”

  Zeke closed his eyes and the door opened.

  Rich

  “What up nigga?”

  “Oh shit!” Zeke said.

  He sat there with his mouth wide open and his dick out and pants down. Jocelyn reached under the seat and grabbed Zeke’s gun. Akira grabbed her bag and they both exited the truck.

  I stood there face to face with the person who ratted me out. I was dressed in all black Dickies, gloves, Tims, and a hoodie. Zeke was staring down the barrel of a nine millimeter I just copped.

  “You was my right hand man… fucking rat.” “Naw man it wasn’t like that, aye Rich, don’t do this man, we like brothers, I can fix it.”