Ghetto Girls 3

by Anthony Whyte

  “You’d never know,” Coco said with an irritated tone.

  Coco stared in the direction of the crowd as she spoke.

  “We all wanna get da hell outta this damn hole. Coco I know you do but just buying nice furniture ain’t gonna change what it is,” Mrs. Harvey said as she walked through the door. “Coco I know you’s upset about school an’ all but we can rise above this.”

  “But everything seems to go against me. I mean school…”

  “Tell you what I’m gonna have a meeting with them damn school board people an’ I’m just gonna give ‘em a piece of my mind. I mean the nerve, they can’t tell you no when you’re not doin’ time. You’re not a criminal an’ they cannot kick you out of the scholarship program. I called the channcelor’s office and they looking into it.

  “Really, you did, mom?”

  “I did. Coco, girl madukes a fighter and that’s why you gotta keep on trying. You know life ain’t easy when you from the ghetto. I know it’s my fault with all my ways and your father not being around, but I don’t want you to grow up and be like me, Coco. I don’t want you to make what anyone do, cause you to give up on your dreams.”

  “I’m not gonna lose, ma. But I can’t win without your help.”

  “That’s my baby talkin’.” Mrs. Harvey said.

  “Ma, you know I gotta concentrate an’ I mean, you can’t go wandering off doin’ your thing. This gonna take teamwork and I’m expecting you to handle your part,” Coco said and searched her mother’s eyes. The doorbell rang.

  “Herb Ward, here to see you, ah Mrs. Harvey.”

  “Okay, come on up.” Rachel Harvey replied.

  Coco looked at the time. Couple minutes after eight. Ward walked into the apartment and spoke privately with Mrs. Harvey for a short time before turning his attention to Coco.

  “How’s everything going, Coco?”

  “I’m alright.”

  “You getting kicked out of the scholarship program have anything to do with why you’re not attending your classes?” Ward asked and waited a beat for an answer.

  “Coco, open your mouth and speak up, the man is asking you a question.” Mrs. Harvey said.

  “I thought I answered it already.”

  “Mrs. Harvey thank you, but I’ll handle this, please. Coco, why aren’t you going to your classes?”

  “I just did not feel like going to school period, but I know I need something that sez ‘I can read’. So I’ll stay in school, ahight?”

  “Coco wha’ I tell you ‘bout that street talk shit?”

  “Well, Coco that seems to be what we all want. If there’re any problems before Tuesday, please feel free to call me at the office, okay Coco. I don’t want to hear any reports of you missing school.”

  Coco closed her eyes as the door slammed when she was assured that Ward had left. She went to the kitchen with pen and pad. Coco slipped her headphones around her ears and began writing. It was an uphill battle from day to day, but she was confident that she could accomplish her goals and her mother would have to do the same.

  Later that same evening, detectives found Rightchus lounging on the corner eyeing the scene. He would be the perfect pitch man. Hall calculated. Kowalski got out the car with Hall closely behind him and Rightchus started backpedaling when he noticed the detectives walking toward him.

  “Rightchus, come here. Didn’t I tell you to go get a job? What are you still doing here on the corner? Come talk to me,” Hall shouted as he approached Rightchus, who immediately took off running. Kowalski and Hall were in hot pursuit. A few blocks away they caught up to him and dragged him into a building.

  “Now don’t have us chasing you all over the place. Matter fact, you’re going downtown with us,” Hall announced for all gathered to hear. Kowalski went for the car while Hall frisked Rightchus.

  “Got anything on you that’s gonna…” Hall started to ask but Rightchus cut him off.

  “An’ if I say I do, is you gonna not search a brotha?” Rightchus asked irritated by the treatment. “Y’all better not try anything cuz I know my rights. I’m innocent until you prove me guilty.”

  TWENTY

  The annoying ring of the doorbell announced Tina. Kimberly could hear the chimes from twenty feet away in the bathroom of her two-bedroom apartment.

  “I’ll be right there, bitch,” she said continuing to give her son, Roshawn a bath.

  The doorbell rang incessantly.

  “I said I’m coming. Wait a minute, bitch.”

  Kimberly opened the door.

  “Got to go potty,” Tina said and hurried to the bathroom.

  “Roshawn, you wanna watch TV, while mommy talk to Aunt Tina? She’s loca, son. What’s up? Why yo gotta to be rushing up in here and blowing up my bathroom?”

  “Aunt Tina is very pretty,” Tina said to Roshawn. She jumped in his face and playfully planted a kiss on his cherub cheek. The boy let go with a gleeful and joyous chuckle.

  Kimberly joined Tina already sitting at the kitchen table. She gazed at Friends on the muted television set.

  “Getting to serious matters, guess who’s coming home today?” Tina asked. The smile enveloped her face and enhanced her dimpled look. Her light brown eyes danced.

  “That no-good, nickel and dime, drug-dealing-on-the-corner-cute-baby-daddy?”

  “Yeah, girl. That’s the one. Nesto’s coming home. You think I’m happy or what?” A jubilant Tina asked.

  “All I’m saying is girlfriend don’t make it too much harder on you. Use protection. I know y’all gonna be fucking like rabbits. And the moment these broke ass niggas leave jail, they wanna come and stay with you, like they at some damn hotel. They don’t want to go get a decent job or contribute to the household. But they wanna get mad and throw blows when you don’t cook, clean and sex their ass off. Like the coochie is part of the release program. My PO sez, ‘I’m released to your care’. My God. Let the nigga know you too can do bad by your lonesome. I used to tell Deja, God Bless his soul. I used to tell his no good ass not to try that shit. It’s the same thing Mr. Nesto gonna be tryin’.”

  “Kim, you ain’t even giving the nigga a chance, damn.” Tina walked to the window.

  “I did. I’m tired of seeing him use you like his damn floor mat whenever he wants to. You’re the mother of his son. When was the last time his drug-dealing ass bought you or Junior, sump’n, huh?”

  “You right, you right…”

  “Anything for that matter? Answer that. When was the last time?” Kimberly asked.

  The doorbell sounded followed by impatent knocking. Tina went to check.

  “Who’s that banging on my door?” Kim asked.

  “It’s them DT’s. The white boy told me we could make a deal and help them out. I was thinking that the other one might be your type. He’s tall, black and good looking.” Tina answered peering through the peephole.

  “Bitch stop runnin’ your trap and let the dicks in. Fool, you told them you be here or sump’n?” Kim asked and hurried to her son.

  “Roshawn it’s a good thing mommy wasn’t smokin’ any weed, cuz this fool done call the police on us. Don’t be scared baby boy. The men won’t bite you.” Kimberly continued as Tina opened the door and both Kowalski and Hall walked inside.

  “Good evening ladies,” they both said. Tina bowed and smiled.

  “I’m sure it will be.” Tina said winking.

  “You got that right, baby. Look at that, we’re already hitting it off just right.” Kowalski answered returning the wink.

  TWENTY-ONE

  Sophia Lawrence sat in a restaurant amongst a loud lunch hour rush crowd. She shared Club sandwiches and Penta water with Michael Johnson. He had asked her to meet him when she told him she was unavailable this weekend.

  “You seem so pensive, what’s the matter?” He asked after studying her profile.

  “Can I be honest with you?” Sophia said glancing around.

  “You better not try it…” Michael started to joke.

>   “No, Michael I’m serious,” Sophia said sternly.

  “Okay, go ahead, be honest…”

  “I don’t know a damn about anything that’s going on in my life. Your office is considering an indictment against Eric for solicitation of murder charges. He could go to jail for life and I don’t even know his role in all this.”

  “Look, I’ve been honest with you since I’ve known you, and I have known you since…”

  “Since law school, Michael I know, I know. It doesn’t help me none to know the man I was about to marry is totally not who I’ve known him to be.

  “I’m also looking for help.”

  “You cannot expect me to testify against Eric?”

  “You may not have a choice. We… ah… the District attorney office will subpoena you.”

  “C’mon Michael you can tell them to put that in the shredder. You for one know, I know whole lot less than you do, what will I say? What can I do?”

  “C’mon let’s leave,” Michael said assisting Sophia with her coat. He snapped a small button like object on the inside as he did so, then Michael quickly slipped a coin-sized transmitter into her Hermes Croc handbag, before handing it to her. They walked out into a slight drizzle of rain. Sophia pulled her coat tightly about her.

  A black Crown Victoria pulled to a stop in front of them. Michael opened the door and Sophia got in.

  “Sophia this is my partner in crime, Juan Rodriguez. Juan’s a seasoned vet. He’s been in office way before prohibition was passed.” They both laughed while Sophia looked out the window. They dropped her off at her office building.

  “Everything is set?”

  “She’s armed and ready,” Michael said to Juan as they drove off.

  “Good, then let’s hope they have a great weekend,” Juan said driving away. Michael plugged his head set in.

  “Yeah it’s working just fine. I can hear her calling him.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re going to be sitting here monitoring her every conversation are you?”

  “It should be a rather interesting weekend for us.” Michael said as the car settled into traffic.

  “Yes, this is the closest we’ve been to shutting Maruichi down.” Juan opined.

  TWENTY-TWO

  Sophia stood outside and waited a couple of minutes before she saw his Mercedes. The chauffer-driven vehicle came to a stop next to her. She stood in place until a rear window came down and Eric’s voice bellowed at her.

  “Sophia, Sophia over here,” he said admiring her legs.

  She walked over to the car and peeked in. “Hmm, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

  “I’m just trying to make things easier,” Eric said.

  “I’ve got to stop by and get some clothes and other stuff…”

  “Ah… fuhgeddaboutit, let’s just go. We have reservations for dinner at NY Nobu in about half hour. We’ll pick up anything you need to get later.”

  Sophia liked that about Eric; right or wrong, he always took charge. Sophia sat back, relaxed and tried to enjoy the ride. Eric touched Sophia’s arm. He searched her features looking for consent. He tenderly placed his lips on hers.

  “Eric, no stop,” she moaned.

  He pulled away. A few minutes later, they were inside the restaurant.

  The place was bustling with the jet-setting crowd. Eric and Sophia were quickly ushered to their waiting table.

  Later when they were about to leave she saw Eric waving to someone. She recognized the mobster, Maruichi.

  “Do you know anyone decent anymore? Or are all your friends gangsters?” She couldn’t resist the quip.

  “I know some decent folks, like you,” Eric said grabbing her close.

  “All right big Max we’re going to the east Hamptons.”

  “Gotcha,” was the response and the car took off in the night.

  “We’re here,” Eric announced when they reached their destination. He stepped outside and held Sophia’s arm as he guided her inside.

  The tingling touch of soft lips against the back of his neck interrupted his stroll. Moist, gentle kisses caressed the week’s stubbles of Ascot’s cheek.

  “You got to get a shave,” she said.

  “You’re absolutely right,” he agreed and bit her lips as he kissed her.

  Her arms hugged him and Eric knew he had made the right choice. Eric hoisted her shapely body while Sophia was deep in his embrace. He lost control when Sophia returned his kiss. Sophia let out a sexy howl when Eric scooped and carried her slender, supple, honey-caramel frame straight to the bedroom at the top of the stairs. Her fingers were busy playing with his beard. The tip of her tongue stroked the length of his neck up and down.

  She fell against Eric’s chest and nibbled his exposed nipples. Her tongue made a circling motion, starting outside and moving in on the areola. She reached down and worked her hand to the area of his crotch. Her fingers encircled the entire package. Her fingers weighed one family jewel at a time then raked her nails over the sensitive skin.

  Eric laid her on the bed and dove in after her. His ample girth getting the best of her lean loins. Their motion rocked the frame of the king-sized waterbed. Sophia stroked his shaft up and down until Eric was steaming from the sensation. He sprang up and tore the red Cosabella thongs from Sophia’s shapely ass.

  She quickly rolled over and Eric licked his fingers before he smacked her exposed cheeks in rapid succession. The stinging sensation drove her wild. Sophia grabbed his manhood and squeezed the love muscle.

  “Hey baby, be easy with it,” Eric panted. “I wanna make love, not start a war. All right?”

  Her fingers stroked the shaft of his penis as the head disappeared into her mouth. She removed it from her mouth and stroked it gently against her breast. She rubbed the glowing tip against her opened moist lips letting the head to slip in and out. She opened her lips stroking the head between them until Eric was almost completely blissed out.

  Sophia licked her fingers and slid her hand down to her shaven mound. With her eyes closed, she kneaded the area gently as her body swayed from side to side.

  Eric eased her hot body onto the bed. Sophia moaned as she felt his hands slowly spreading her legs apart. She fondled her tits and moaned as Eric’s lips made contact with her vagina. His tongue sought her clitoris. Sophia’s body thrashed about uncontrollably.

  He watched Sophia’s performance with intense interest. His heartbeat increased violently with each pulse. He was ready to blow a valve. He could not hold back any longer. With lust, Eric sprang into action and curtailed Sophia’s sexual dance with a thrust of his pulsating penis. Eric eased back and forth into her soft, wet, moistness. His down stroke eagerly greeted by Sophia’s grinding hips. Every movement of her body was on point with the rhythm of his thrusting. A hiss of soft sounds escaped Sophia’s throat. She arched her long, shapely legs about his waist. She reached up, nibbled his ear and bit his neck. Her teeth sank deep into his flesh. She edged closer to orgasmic bliss. “Yes, baby. Oh yes baby.” Enraptured by the moment, her crescendo grew closer. Sophia crooned with her eyes tightly closed while her arms guided Eric’s torso. Her legs now wrapped around his neck.

  They stayed this way, him stroking harder and faster until Eric’s panting came thick as if he was having a spasm. She watched carefully. Sophia could tell that the end was near by the way his nostrils flared. Eric was heaving even harder. She could feel the explosion gripping his body.

  Sophia quickly dislodged his throbbing shaft. She was just in time for creamy fluid to be ejaculated all over her face. Fluid continued to drip from Eric’s penis. Sophia ground her moistness up and down on his torso. She then slipped her mouth over his dick and tortuously slow, licked from the base to the tip of the shaft.

  She sucked him back to life. Eric felt her hot moistness when Sophia straddled his erection. Slowly she began to ride up and down. He reached up and caressed her ass cheeks then his digit slipped into her brown hole. Her hips moved faster and faster. Sophia gr
abbed her hair, grinding her body until her neck snapped back and she moaned loudly.

  Sophia was doubled over and bucking. She was ready and her ass waved with wild abandon. She reached between her legs and naughtily kneaded his love package. Eric grunted and felt his motion automatically increased. Sophia wiggled her hips and shook her ass, real fast. All the time she jiggled his balls with her hand underneath her crotch. Eric tried to keep up but eventually gave up and enjoyed the ride.

  “Yeah, baby my baby my sweets. Ah yes I love you,” he yelled as he felt the build up in his stomach. His lips went dry and sweat came profusely. “Oh-h ah-h yes baby here it comes-s-s-s…” Eric erupted like a broken dam and Sophia continued to let her hips and ass do the riding, her desire still ablaze.

  TWENTY-THREE

  Cloaked in a white terry cloth robe and Sean Jean blue boxers, Eric Ascot dragged his Hermes sandals to the front lawn. He pulled out a mini recording device and mumbled into it, turned it off and returned it to his pocket. He was always ready for a new din.

  He glanced at the newspaper in his hand. He saw ‘headline investigation concerning dirty cops.’ The next page contained a picture of himself, Sophia, and Maruichi taken last night at the restaurant. The caption read, “cozying up to mob boss.” It mentioned he and Maruichi by name. Sophia was just in the picture.

  Sophia joined Eric on the lawn. He quickly folded the newspaper and tucked it under his arm.

  “How’d you like this to go on for about a week or so?” he asked leading her back to the house.

  “A week or so, don’t tempt me Eric, you know I could use a vacation, baby.” Sophia placed wet kisses on his neck.

  “Let’s take one,” Eric said.

  “Eric I haven’t had a real one in a long time.”

  “So, let’s start planning something, somewhere, maybe San Tropez…”

  Sophia’s eyes sparkled when she looked at him. She kissed him and walked away. The legal eagle went straight to her laptop and logged on to the web. Before long she was sighing at the tourists’ attractions.