by Mazaradi Fox
“Shit’s been crazy for me. I caught one of my friends comin out the spot on 119th,” Money said. “Ayo, I’m tellin you, whoever got up in that joint got shit poppin off the hook over there. I asked Steph, but she said she didn’t know who them niggas was.”
“Fuck ’em! We already eatin wit auntie and them,” DeMarco said with a grin.
Money had no idea that DeMarco was the one supplying the spot.
“Ayo, so wassup wit shorty, yo?” DeMarco asked, changing the subject. He wasn’t ready for Money to find out about his side hustle.
“Who?” Money asked.
“Tonya’s friend, nigga!” DeMarco said.
“Oh, LaLa? I don’t know. Shorty be with Tonya sometimes. I know she was talkin shit when you ain’t show up, like, That’s why I don’t fuck with niggas now. She left the rink early,” Money said.
Once again, DeMarco’s cell phone rang.
“Yo, who dis?” he said.
“It’s Jessica, baby.”
“Oh, wassup, ma?” he replied with a smile on his face.
“Are you busy right now?” she asked.
“Nah, why?” he replied.
“Well, I’ma come get you. I need to talk to you,” she said.
“A’ight, I’m at the crib,” DeMarco replied.
“Okay, I’ll be there in like ten or fifteen minutes,” she said in a serious voice.
“A’ight,” he said. He wasn’t sure what she wanted to talk about, but he was definitely anxious to know.
When she pulled up twenty minutes later, DeMarco stood and walked down the steps. “Money, I’ll get up with you later, cuz,” he said before stepping into the car.
As Jessica pulled off, he looked at her and felt his dick start to get hard. Just thinking about how badly he wanted to fuck her drove him wild.
“Wassup, ma?” he asked after a few minutes.
“I need you to do me two favors. I’m about to go back home for a couple days and when I get back, I’ma need your help with somethin, but I’ll explain what it is in a little bit,” she said, hoping DeMarco would agree to help her.
“Okay, when you leaving?” he asked.
“Tonight,” she replied.
“A’ight, and the second favor?” he asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
“I need some of this,” she said, reaching her right hand over and rubbing his dick.
“You know you don’t even have to ask twice,” he said, as he realized Jessica was pulling into a hotel parking lot. All he could do was smile when she pulled up to the spot. Ten minutes later he was lying back on the bed while Jessica had her juicy lips wrapped around his dick.
* * *
A few hours later, as Jessica was taking him back to his crib, his phone rang.
“Yo, who dis?” he asked.
“Um, can I speak to Mr. Jones?” a male voice replied.
“This him,” DeMarco said.
“Just wanted to let you know that your car is ready to be picked up,” the guy said.
“A’ight, bet, I’m on my way,” DeMarco said and hung up. “Can you do me a favor and drop me off at my car?” he asked Jessica.
“Sure, that’s the least I can do after what you did for me,” she replied with a smile.
They pulled up to the shop to find his car sitting outside.
“Damn, that Legend looks official,” she said.
“Yeah, that shit tight, ain’t it?”
DeMarco went inside to handle the business with the manager and returned a few minutes later.
“What time does your bus leave?” he asked Jessica.
“At 7:00,” she replied.
“It’s 6:35 now, so go ahead so you don’t miss your bus,” he said.
“Okay. You make sure I get a ride in that when I get back,” Jessica said, with a smile.
“I’ll give you more than a ride.” He bent over to give her a kiss and said goodbye, then watched her drive away. He walked over to the car and used the keypad to unlock the doors. He started his whip and pulled off.
Watch niggas hate! he thought to himself as he turned on the radio. Hearing his sound system come to life, he grinned wide. “Now that’s what the fuck I’m talkin about!” he shouted.
Driving around, he didn’t realize how late it was until he pulled into a McDonald’s parking lot and his phone began to ring.
“Yeah, who dis?” he asked.
“Ayo, cuz, it’s your lucky day. You got another chance to meet shorty. Her and Tonya on they way over here. Tonya wanna go see a movie. You wit it?” Money asked.
“Yeah, I’m wit it. I’ll be there in like fifteen minutes.”
DeMarco threw the phone on the passenger seat and pulled out of the parking lot. He had his windows down and was bumping Biggie’s joint “Juicy” when he pulled up in front of his aunt’s house. He sat there looking at his cousin checking out the car and laughed. He was about to call him, but then stopped, seeing Tonya come out of the house, followed by the baddest brown-skinned chick he’d ever seen in the hood. She was standing there in a pair of open-toed heels and a wraparound skirt that came down a little past her knees with a shirt to match; the outfit showed off her figure. She was blessed with a body that looked like she should be in a fashion magazine or rap video.
Turning the music down, DeMarco opened his door and got out.
“Get the fuck outta here!” Money said.
Laughing, DeMarco walked up to Tonya’s friend. “How you doin, Ms. LaLa?”
“Just LaLa, no Ms.,” she said, looking him up and down. “You must be Mr. Stand People Up?”
“My fault about that. I got caught up in something, but I’m DeMarco.”
“Well, nice to meet you, DeMarco,” she replied.
“Definitely nice to finally meet you,” he said with a little grin on his face.
“Okay, now that all that’s out the way, cuz, when you cop the whip? That shit fire!” Money said, walking over to the car.
“Like two days ago, but I left it at the shop, so the music and shit could be put in it.”
“Man, you know you gonna let me whip that, right?” his cousin said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Yeah, I hear you,” DeMarco said.
“Um, if you two are done now, can we go?” Tonya asked, then she and LaLa started laughing.
“Yeah, let’s go,” DeMarco said.
They all piled into his car and set off for the movie. DeMarco and LaLa immediately hit it off. He was looking forward to getting to know her better. He was also looking forward to tapping that fat ass of hers.
* * *
For the next week, DeMarco and LaLa talked on the phone three or four times a day. She even called him in the middle of one of his episodes with Tiffany and Sharon.
Business was going well, with Lil’ Nicky coming down buying five ounces from him every two weeks. He had his own spot now, but still kept his money at his aunt’s crib.
Sitting back just chilling one afternoon after bagging up with Steph, he realized that it had been nearly a week since Jessica had left and he hadn’t heard from her. He’d even called her a few times, to no avail. Having some time on his hands, he went over to his aunt’s house to talk to Money. Walking into Money’s room without knocking, he found his cousin counting a stack of cash.
“Nigga, you don’t know how to knock?” Money threw the covers from his bed over his cash.
“Nigga, I don’t care about ya bread,” DeMarco said, sitting down at the foot of the bed. Grabbing the remote, he started flipping through the channels, stopping on the 5 o’clock news.
“Now for the top story. I stand in front of the Port Authority where sometime last night a female was arrested by the NYPD and was found in possession of two and a half kilos of cocaine. Twenty-four-year-old Jessica Smith was followed from Georgia two days ago while on her way to New York City. No other known parties were arrested with her.”
“Get the fuck outta here!” Money said, taking the words right out of DeMarco’s m
outh. They sat there staring at Jessica’s picture on the TV.
“From what we’ve been told,” the reporter continued, “it seems she is part of an all-female ring that smuggles drugs from Georgia to New York City, Boston, Connecticut, and Philadelphia. A tip was given that Ms. Smith was on her way back to New York by way of bus, in possession of a large amount of cocaine.”
Hitting the off button, DeMarco sat back, not wanting to hear any more. “Damn!” he said, shaking his head.
CHAPTER SEVEN
By the age of nineteen, DeMarco had it made. He had his own crib, car, $40,000 in his stash, and one of the baddest bitches in the hood at arm’s reach. He was shining so much that he had all kinds of older dudes trying to get him on their team. Fucking with a lot of dudes wasn’t his thing. He didn’t need to, since all he had to do was sit back and let his cousin move his work.
Pulling up in front of his aunt’s crib one afternoon, he noticed his Uncle Bruh sitting on the porch. As soon as DeMarco got out of his car, his uncle stood up from his seat.
“Come on, nephew, take a ride wit me.” Uncle Bruh walked over to his BMW. Getting in with him, DeMarco had a feeling there was something on his uncle’s mind.
“So wassup, unc?” DeMarco asked.
“I’ve been watching you since you been home. Even when you think I don’t see you, I do. And even though your aunts might not have caught on, I did. I know that you got Steph over there on 119th hustlin for you—”
“Nah, that ain’t me, unc.”
“Well, the point is, I want you to come fuck with me,” Uncle Bruh said.
“Me? Why not Money?” DeMarco asked.
“’Cause Money was out here the whole time you was gone. You came home and still doin better than him.”
Just as DeMarco was about to reply, Uncle Bruh pulled over and jumped out of the car.
“Ayo, Smoke! What? You thought you could duck me forever like the coward you are?” Uncle Bruh yelled, walking up on some light-skinned dude.
“Nah, it ain’t even like that, Bruh,” the guy replied, “I’m not—”
That was all the guy was able to get out before Uncle Bruh dropped him with a quick two-piece, and then started stomping him out. DeMarco heard bones break from where he sat in the car. Kicking him one last time in the face, Uncle Bruh spit on him and then walked back to the car, got in, and drove off like nothing ever happened.
“Like I was saying, nephew, I want you to be a part of my team. You’ll only answer to me, and everything you’re doin now, that’s your business. Just think about it.”
“A’ight, unc, I hear you. I’ll think about it,” DeMarco said as he got out, now back at his aunt’s house.
He already knew he was going to say yes, but he didn’t want his uncle to know he’d made up his mind. As Uncle Bruh drove off, DeMarco’s cell phone began to ring.
“Yo,” he said.
“Wassup, you?” the person replied.
“You wit your fine ass,” he said.
“I like the sound of that,” LaLa said.
“Oh yeah? Well, I can show you much more if you like that?” DeMarco replied.
“You never know. I just might. Where you at?” she asked.
“My aunt’s crib,” he said with quickness.
“You wanna go somewhere?” she asked, in a soft voice.
“Where?” he asked.
“Never mind where, do you wanna go or not?” LaLa replied with sass.
“Fuck it, why not. When?” DeMarco said, anxious to see her.
“Stay at your aunt’s house and I’ll be over there in ten minutes,” she replied.
DeMarco sat inside of his car and rolled a blunt. He took a few puffs before LaLa came down the block. He put out his blunt in the ashtray and stepped from the car just as she reached him. He gave her a hug, inhaling the scent of her perfume.
“Wassup with you, sexy?” he said, looking her up and down.
“Just happy to see you. You ready?” she replied, while smiling and staring into his eyes.
“I was born ready, ma,” he said as he started to walk around the car.
“Nah, I’ll drive, this is a surprise,” she said and then winked at him.
“Well then, it’s all yours,” he replied.
“Nah, it ain’t yet, but it will be soon,” she said, walking around to the driver’s seat.
DeMarco climbed into the passenger’s-side door and let his seat back as she started the car. It wasn’t long before she was pulling into a Holiday Inn parking lot. He looked over at her and smiled. He knew exactly what time it was and he was down for it. When she got out of the car she turned back to him, and noticed he hadn’t budged.
“You comin or not?” she asked.
Once they checked in and entered the room, he immediately took a seat on the bed.
“G’head, kick your shoes off. This is home for the night. I’ma go take a shower,” she said, as she headed to the bathroom.
He removed his sneakers and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. Flipping through the channels, he stopped on the old war movie Hamburger Hill, even though it was almost over. Remembering he had some bud in the whip, he went outside to get it. When he came back inside, he heard the shower still running. He sat back on the bed and cracked a Dutch down the middle. Emptying the guts into the trash can on the side of the bed, he rolled up and lit the blunt. Halfway through the smoke—and as the movie was ending—he looked over as the bathroom door opened. LaLa came out in a pair of boy shorts and a wifebeater with her hair in a ponytail. He could see that her nipples were semihard as she slid onto the bed next to him.
“What’s coming on?” she asked.
“I don’t know, it didn’t say yet,” he replied.
“Well, let’s see what’s on,” she said, grabbing the remote. She flipped through the channels before settling on the Spike Lee classic Do the Right Thing. Putting the remote control down, she lifted his arm, so she could slide up under it.
Pulling her closer to him, he relaxed even more as he smoked the rest of his blunt. While watching the movie, he caught her staring at him from the corner of his eye. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she said, looking back at the TV.
Moving his arm down around her waist, he rolled her over, so that she was straddling his lap. “Wassup? Talk to me,” he said, in a comforting voice.
“I can’t fight it anymore,” she said nervously.
“So don’t fight it, just let shit take its course,” he replied, as he gently held her hands.
“You’re right,” she said, as she bent over and kissed him.
Letting her hair down, she ran her hands under his shirt, rubbing him on his chest. Sitting up some, DeMarco removed his shirt as LaLa pulled the wifebeater over her head. He took one of her breasts into his mouth and started sucking it while playing with the other one. She moaned as he sent tingles all through her body.
“Get undressed,” he said, as he rolled her over.
He stood up and took off the rest of his clothes and laid back down on the bed with her beside him. He pulled her closer as he kissed her. Rubbing her smooth skin and making his way down to her pussy, he started massaging her clit. He stuck two fingers inside of her wet pussy as she cried out and nibbled on his ear.
“It’s been awhile, please be gentle,” she whispered.
“I got you, ma,” DeMarco said as he opened her legs wider. Taking hold of his dick, he gently rubbed it up and down her dripping wet pussy, teasing her with pleasure.
She reached down and grabbed his dick. “I need to feel you inside of me,” she whispered.
DeMarco couldn’t believe how tight and wet her pussy was. He fucked her slowly in every position he could. It wasn’t long before she was screaming his name and digging her nails into his back.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Ohhh my god, boy, you about to make me cum! I’m cumming, babbyyy!” She started shaking and locked her legs tightly around DeMarco’s waist.
“La, I�
��m about to cum, let me pull out.”
“No, go ahead, please,” she said as she tightened her legs around him.
He started stroking her deeper and longer. DeMarco was about to bust when LaLa screamed out, “I’m cumming again!”
He nutted inside of her and immediately relaxed on top of her.
* * *
Hours later, as they laid in bed, DeMarco said,“La, I’m not gonna lie to you. As much as I would love to stay here longer, I can’t. I need to get back to the hood.”
“I know, I do too. I was just enjoying my time with you,” she replied with a smile.
“A’ight, let me go clean up,” he replied.
“Not before I take a ride,” LaLa said as she got on top of DeMarco, taking his growing dick in her hand. She held it as she slid down on it, taking it all the way in. She let out a moan and started riding him like a trained horse jockey.
* * *
DeMarco pulled into LaLa’s projects at 1:30 in the morning. Although it was late, there were still people hanging outside. He gave her a kiss as she got out.
“I’ll call you once I’ve recuperated,” she said with a smile.
“A’ight, ma,” he said with a that’s-my-pussy-now look on his face.
As she entered her building, DeMarco pulled off and headed back to his crib.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Damn, it’s almost 1! DeMarco had slept through the morning and was already behind on his day. After getting dressed, DeMarco grabbed his cell, beeper, keys, and left the house. His first stop was to get his uncle’s number from his aunt and then go talk to his cousin. He pulled up to his aunt’s house a little while later and went inside.
“Wassup, aunties?”
“Where you been at, boy?” Aunt V. asked.
“I been around, was layin back with this chick I met,” DeMarco said.
“Um, I bet you were doin more than just layin back,” Momma Paula said with a chuckle.
“Ayo, Aunt V., you got Uncle Bruh’s number?”
“What you want his number for?” Momma Paula asked.
“I just need to holla at him about a chick I mess wit—her aunt want to holla at him,” he lied.
“Yeah, a’ight,” his aunt said, giving him the number.