Dopeman: Memoirs of a Snitch (Part 3 of Dopeman's Trilogy)

by JaQuavis Coleman

  “Yo, you ever hit that?” Ball asked as both of the men’s eyes were on Lola. Not being able to deny her thick, eye-catching body.

  “Nope. And I never would either.”

  “Word? You can’t tell me that you never thought about it.” Ball stated as he watched her laughing and joking around with one of the goons.

  “Lola is like my sister. She’s good people and she came from the bloodline of a hustlers. She was born to do this. It’s always good to have people around you who understand the loyalty and hard work it takes to be successful in distribution,” Seven said. Ball listened closely and admired how Seven ran a street business as if it was a Fortune 500 company.

  “Yo listen, I got a surprise for you.” Seven said as he put his arm around Ball. Ball didn’t know where Seven was taking him, but he would soon find out. They made their way to the first floor deck and then Seven led him down to the captain’s suite. The captain’s suite was a spacious room under the main floor. They walked down the miniature stairs and Seven let Ball go down first so he could see what awaited him. Ball went down the last step and he was not expecting to see what Seven had waiting on him. Ball just froze and stood there speechless, not being able to say a word about the surprise.

  Two Latino women, engaging in oral sex with one another, lay in the sixty-nine position. The sounds of slurping filled the air as the girl on top grinded her hips slowly against the bottom girl’s face. Seven patted Ball on the back and went up the stairs, leaving him alone with his two freaky lovers. Seven went into his short and pulled out a magnum condom. He grabbed Ball’s hand and put the condom in it as he smiled and nodded his head.

  “Welcome to the family. Have fun,” Seven called out on his way up the stairs. Ball heard the sound of the door being closed and he refocused his attention back on the girls as they continued to please one another.

  “Come on, Daddy. Come join us,” one of the girls said as she looked at him with her big green eyes.

  Ball’s rod instantly grew as he realized that he hadn’t sex in a very long time. So much had been on his mind and his life had changed so quickly after Zoey’s death, sex was the last thing he thought about. The lesbian that was on top climbed off her partner. She then flipped over, and laid on the bed with her thick, tanned legs spread eagle. The girls both began to masturbate with their legs wide open, looking Ball directly in his eyes as they moan in unison and pleasure.

  “Oh my God,” Ball whispered. He was now at full attention and his shaft was in his hands. He began to stroke it making all of his blood rush to the tip, giving himself a full erection.

  “Let me feel you inside of me, papi.” One of the girls requested as she got into a doggy-style position and buried her head in the crotch of the other girl. Ball instantly put on the condom that Seven had provided, and he walked up to the big, bubbly behind that was poking out in his direction. Ball rubbed his hand against her wet cat and instantly felt her extreme wetness. She was ready to feel his thick, juicy shaft as she slowly jiggled her butt, enticing Ball even more. She began to eat her lover’s box more ferociously, making the girl’s leg shake as an orgasm took her to complete bliss. Ball couldn’t wait as he slid into the girl from the back, making her body arched upon entrance.

  “Ooh,” Ball crooned as her warm insides sent a chill up his back. Her juices leaked onto his swinging balls as he slowly grinded her from the back.

  “Yes, right there.” The girl instructed as her hand slipped down to her clitoris and she began to masturbate while Ball was inside of her. Ball looked ahead to the girl who was on her back getting eaten out, and added heightened stimulation to each one of his strokes. The ripple effect his strokes had on the girl’s big butt was eye candy. He watched as he sent what looked like waves through her ass every time he stroked it. He felt a premature orgasm approaching so he slowed down, not wanting the fun to end. He pulled out and climbed onto the bed. He wanted to try the other girl. He laid flat on his back and let the other girl straddle him. She instantly moved her body like a snake riding him like a horse at the Kentucky Derby. She gripped her big breasts tightly as she rode him, putting one in her mouth as she began to lick her own breast.

  “Oh, you hitting my spot,” the girl said as she looked down at Ball. She reached around and began to play with her other hole, adding to the already great feeling. Ball looked at the Latino that he was inside first and she was watching them while masturbating. Ball couldn’t believe his eyes. It felt like he was in the middle of a fantasy, and he was loving every single second of it. As the girl masturbated she closed her eyes and moaned. Ball looked down at her glazed, bald pussy lips and saw her erect clitoris sticking out and hard as ever. She saw that Ball was staring at her and she watched as he licked his lips as if he was hungry for her pie. She then straddled his face and began to slowly rock back and forth on top of him. Ball had two women riding him at the same time and just the thought of it gave him the urge to cum. He couldn’t help the sensation and urge to release himself. His pipe got harder and his toes began to curl as he moved his tongue like a snake, while he thrust his pelvis into the girl on his pipe. He was about to explode! Ball felt the release and his body fell limp as the girls continued to ride his face and pipe. Ball removed the girl from his face and the other girl followed suit. He was feeling like a million bucks as he looked at the small ceiling fan on the ceiling. Immediately the girls put on their bikinis and left him lying there alone in the bed. No words, no nagging, and no problem. Ball smiled and whispered, “My nigga!” referring to Seven. “I can definitely get used to this,” he said as he enjoyed the benefits of moving with a winning team.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Down low

  Chris Nicks couldn’t write the information fast enough as he listened closely to Ball spill his heart out. He carefully listened and took in every single word that came out of Ball’s mouth. Nicks studied Ball’s gestures and voice pitch as he gave him the candid story of his stint as the state’s informant. Nicks was getting the true inside story that the streets yearned to know about. Ball left nothing out as he explained all the details. Ball was giving Nicks the story of his life but on another note, Ball was lifting a huge load off of his chest by telling what really happened. He had been labeled the street’s public enemy number one, and his legacy was totally standard. Every day, he had to live with the title of the black Sammy the Bull. In the streets, he was merely the snitch that brought down the black Gotti, which was Seven.

  Ball sat there with his glass of cognac as he recounted the night that he considered to be the best of his life. That yacht party was the night that he and Seven established a bond. Ball seemed as if he was in a trance as he stared into space, remembering the good times.

  “So he introduced you to his plug in Miami, and in the midst of all that, you caught a body yourself?” Nicks asked, trying to get the facts straight.

  “Yeah, that’s right. But listen, you can’t put that in your article okay?” Ball said as he realized he’d said too much. “Not the murder. You can’t write about the murder.” He reiterated.

  “I understand. I will not publish anything that you don’t feel comfortable with.”

  “So what happened after you guys left Miami?” Nicks asked as he jotted down notes while pacing the floor back and forth as Ball spoke.

  “What do you think we did? We went home and got to the money.” Ball said proudly as he thought back to that particular time span.

  “Could you elaborate?” Nicks asked, never taking his eyes of his pad as he continued to write. Ball leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and thought back.

  “When we came home, I set the block on fire. Seven had never seen a nigga move like I was moving. Yo’ I’m from New York, baby. I’m a born hustler. I was too fast for them slow ass country niggas in Columbus. The block that Seven gave me ... I had that mu’fuckas doing triple after I put my hands on it. We was getting it,” Ball said as he was proud of his ability to turn the black market.

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p; “Yeah, I can remember that shit like yesterday. After we left Miami, that’s when Seven and I got real tight. We became like family. All of us did.”

  Ball watched as his block was in full effect. Cars lined up as his workers served them everything from grams to quarter bricks. Business was good. Ball suggested to Seven that they lower their prices and take over the whole city by building a monopoly. His strategy worked like a charm. Although Seven had most of the city on lock, now with Ball on his team, he had the whole city. Ball had the block set up like a McDonalds drive thru. The dope was selling like hotcakes. Seven was making a lot of money before Ball came onboard, but now he was making nearly double. Ball had business booming and it quickly moved him up the ranks. Ball always had the ability to get money, he just never had the right plug and market. He was in his element and at times he forgot that he was working with Dame.

  Ball took a pull on the weed filled blunt as he sat on the stoop. Younger goons surrounded him as the midday sun beamed down on them all. Ball loved the feeling of power. He had goons around him that would do anything he demanded at a drop of a dime. Seven put him in a position of power and he loved every minute of it.

  “Yo, run to the store and grab me a blunt.” Ball said as he handed one of the goons a twenty dollar bill. The goon accepted it and stepped off the stoop to run to the store. Just as the boy left for the store, a crème Cadillac Escalade pulled onto the block. All the windows were tinted and all eyes were on the flashy truck. The driver of the truck pulled up to the curb and the back door swung open. Out stepped a slim, light skinned man with green eyes.

  “Yo, that’s Gay Tony.” somebody in the crowd yelled. Everyone, including Ball, stood up to see who this man was rolling up on their set like that. Gay Tony was accompanied by three musclebound guys. All of them were wearing hoodies and their hands were tucked inside the front pockets, obviously strapped.

  “What’s up?” Ball said as he put his hand on his waistline where his gun rested.

  “Whoa, whoa. I come in peace.” Tony said as he smiled, showing his straight white teeth. He had wavy, short cut hair and wore flashy silk threads. The first three buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned, exposing his chest hair. As Ball looked closer, he noticed that Tony’s eyebrows were arched and his nails were perfectly manicured.

  “I need to speak to the man they call Ball,” Tony said as he looked at each person in the face.

  “Yeah, that’s me. What up nigga ... we got problems?” Ball asked.

  “This nigga a homo,” he said to one of his goons as Tony approached.

  “I see you have a nice little operation going on here,” Tony said as he opened his arms and looked around the block.

  “Yeah, and what’s that got to do with you?” Ball asked as he kept a frown, showing no hints of hospitality.

  “I have a problem with the way you doing business. Your dope prices are too cheap. I can’t eat with them prices. You’re fucking up the market. Yo, fuck the sugarcoating. . . you fucking up my money.” Tony said getting more aggressive with each word.

  “That sounds like a personal problem, homeboy. Maybe you need to drop your prices.” Ball said with a smile on his face.

  “Yo, let’s handle this like gentlemen. I don’t know where you came from. But in this town, that is not how you handle business.” Tony said.

  “Fuck you and fuck all this negotiating.” Ball said as he reached into his waist and his crew followed suit. Guns were drawn and Gay Tony and his three henchmen had guns in their faces. They were overmatched so Tony put his hands up and smiled.

  “You got it sweetheart. You got it. I guess I barked up the wrong tree. Please accept my apologies,” he said touching his chest as if he were sincerely sorry. “Let’s roll,” he said to his crew. And just like that, they were back in the truck and eventually off the block.

  Ball and his crew laughed as they watched the truck disappear off the block. Ball slapped hands with his goons and they joked on how Ball belittled the gay hustler. One of the goons even imitated the feminine walk of Gay Tony. However, instead of laughing and joking, they should have been loading up their guns for what was about to happen.

  The sounds of screeching tires filled the air as three vans sped down the block, back to back. The sliding doors on all the vans were open and gunmen were in each one of them. They held automatic assault rifles and shots erupted. It was like World War III as bullets showered the patrons of the block. It was raining bullets as Ball and his goons were taken completely off guard and all they could do was run for cover. Dope-fiends and crackheads were hit by the barrage of bullets as the block began to look like Swiss cheese. Holes were everywhere as Tony’s goons sent a stern message: Don’t fuck with Gay Tony.

  “Ooh, shit. Right there baby,” Lola moaned as she gripped the back of young hustler’s head. The leather seat was leaned all the way back as she got pleased in the front seat of her Range Rover. Her legs were spread widely and her jeans were wrapped around her left ankle as she threw her head back in pleasure. She pushed his head as deep into her crouch as it could go. Lola moved her hips in circles as the hustler flicked his tongue across her throbbing clitoris. She grinded feverishly against him, soaking up his entire mustache and beard in the process.

  “Oh shit ... oh shit ... oh shit.” Lola whispered as she began to feel the surge of an orgasm. She pinched her nipples, slightly twisting them as she felt herself about to explode into his mouth. “Yesss!” she yelled as her juices squirted from her vagina and onto the young man’s face. When she hadn’t had sex in a while she always squirted when she had orgasms and these were one of those times. Her body shook agitatedly and her body jerked, making her back arched in pleasure. The hustler came up for air and his face was soaked with Lola’s juices. Lola breathed heavily as she closed her eyes, trying to catch her wind. The hustler unzipped his pants, exposing his rock hard pipe. He attempted to get on top of Lola, but she quickly put her hand on his chest.

  “What the fuck you think you doing? Lola said as she opened her eyes and sat up. “You already know the drill. I just wanted some head. Nothing more, nothing less.” Lola frowned as she put on her panties.

  “Damn, ma. You’re not going to let me get mine?” he pleaded as he looked at her thick body and plump vagina that seemed to be breathing on its own.

  “You got me fucked up. I told you what it was before we even started. You better pump your brakes, homeboy,” Lola said as she pushed the unlock button on her truck, signaling him to get out.

  “Bitch,” he said under his breath as he clenched his jaws and put his pipe back in his pants.

  “What did you just call me?” Lola said as she pulled up her jeans and looked at him like he was crazy.

  “Nothing,” the youngster said as he thought about who she was connected with ... Seven. He just experienced what women had been enduring for years. He had just been used. Lola was cold and she couldn’t care less if he got his nut or not. She just wanted hers.

  “I’ll holla at you when I need your tongue again,” Lola said as she pulled her mirror down and begin to fix her hair. She didn’t even give him the respect of looking at him when she spoke. The young hustler mumbled something and stepped out, leaving Lola with a smile and a throbbing clit. She felt good being in control and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Just as she began to apply her lip gloss, her cell phone rang. It was Seven. He told her to meet him on Ball’s block, informing her that it had just been shot up.

  “Okay, I’m on my way,” she said as she immediately started up her car and headed over.

  Lola, Seven, and Ball sat in the back office of Hazel’s. Seven was furious. Veins popped out of Seven’s forehead as he paced his office back and forth. Ball was fortunate enough not to get hit by the onslaught of bullets in the melee, but some of his goons weren’t so lucky. Over eight people were hit during the shootout. Gay Tony was clearly sending a message to Ball. Seven was irate.

  “I can’t believe this nigga. We had a mutual agreement
. He couldn’t have known you were on my team. I can’t see that happening.” Seven said trying to figure out the angle of Gay Tony.

  “It all happened so fast,” Ball said as he shook his head in disbelief.

  “Yo, I got to make an example out of this nigga. Niggas think shit sweet. I’m going to handle this one myself. A nigga put on a suit and the streets think you’ve gone soft. That’s not the case. Yo, Ball roll with me,” Seven said as he slid on his blazer. “Lola, go to the block and make sure everything okay. I’m about to send a message to the streets,” Seven said, yelling uncharacteristically. Ball felt good knowing that Seven genuinely had his back. Ball himself was furious about Gay Tony’s actions. He wanted revenge ... fuck what Dame said about if he murders or witnesses it, the deal was over. All that went out the window in the midst of the heat.

  “I know where he lays his head at. Let’s load up and get ready for tonight.” Seven said as he rubbed his hands together. He would usually just send the goon squad to handle this business, but this time he wanted to go personally. He hadn’t been in the field for years, so it was time to show the city who was boss.

  Seven and Ball pulled up to a quiet block on the east side of Columbus. Seven shut off the engine and parked down the block from their destination, which was Gay Tony’s home. It was a modest sized home with a small yard. The backlights were on and Seven smiled, knowing Tony was home. If he wasn’t home, Seven planned on waiting until the got there. Seven and Ball crept up on the side of the house and put their backs against the brick wall, the window was open and they heard movement on the inside. Ball didn’t expect Seven to put in work like he was doing and to be quite honest, he was impressed. Seven was a leader that called shots but would get in the battlefield also. That said a lot about his character.