Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 1: The Story of Treacherous and Teflon

by J. M. Benjamin

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, puzzled.

  “Nothing, I just don’t want you to. I wanna feel you inside me.” Teflon knew when she had watched the porno tapes that she would not like oral sex performed on her. She knew she would be able to give but wasn’t too thrilled about receiving. Though she never experienced sex before, she knew she would be more of a flesh-on-flesh type of sister. “Come here,” Teflon said, pulling Treacherous toward her. Teflon’s words shot straight to Treacherous’s dick. His manhood stiffened more. He too would rather be inside Teflon than trying something he knew nothing about. Teflon parted her legs more and slid back onto the bed, then reached out and took hold of Treacherous’s sex as he slid with her. Treacherous towered over her as Teflon tried to place the head of his hardness inside of her.

  She sighed. When she first saw the size of his dick she knew it was going to be a problem. The only dick she had had before was Blue Mike’s and he wasn’t packing like Treacherous. It had also been awhile since she had taken dick.

  “You okay?” Treacherous asked, concerned.

  “Yeah, baby, I’m good,” she said. “It’s just that you’re big and . . . Well, it’s been a while, and it was only one person before you.”

  Her words caught Treacherous off guard. They had touched on many topics in the detention center, personal and in depth, and Teflon had never revealed her sexual past, even when he had disclosed his only sexual encounter. Although he was thrown, Treacherous was actually glad. It made him feel more at ease about his inexperience. He knew that after tonight he and Teflon would learn everything there was to know about each other sexually and that no one would touch the other ever again.

  “Don’t worry, I got you,” Treacherous told her. He leaned in and began kissing Teflon slowly and passionately, taking hold of his manhood, rubbing it around Teflon’s sex in a circular motion, then up and down, occasionally placing the head inside of her. Teflon continued to moan. She could feel herself getting even wetter from Treacherous’s foreplay. She began kissing him harder, then gasped.

  “I got you,” Treacherous assured her, lifting up his upper body. Treacherous slid half of himself inside of Teflon. Her wetness allowed him to enter her with ease. The pain was excruciating for her, but pleasurable at the same time. She watched as Treacherous artistically got her sex to open up to him. Each time she tried to match his stroke her muscles tightened. The more Treacherous stroked, the wetter Teflon became. Treacherous’s strokes became deeper. He could feel himself all the way inside of her now and so could she. Tears trickled down the side of her face from the foreign pain, but she refused to tell Treacherous to stop. It felt as if he were splitting her in two. Treacherous lay on Teflon as he continued pumping her insides. He could feel Teflon’s juices all over him as her muscles clenched his. Treacherous cupped her butt cheeks and spread them apart. It felt as if he’d opened up a new door. Even Teflon felt the difference as she was now able to semi-match Treacherous’s thrust. Treacherous slid his sex in and out of Teflon with ease. He could hear juices talking between the two of them. Treacherous felt he was ready to try a different position. Just when he was about to pull out and turn her over, Teflon wrapped her legs around him and locked him in.

  “Oh shit, oh shit,” she repeated. “Shit, baby, I’m about to cum.” She thrust her hips into Treacherous. It was Treacherous who now had to match Teflon. “Ooh, yeah baby,” she groaned.

  That was all Treacherous could withstand. He felt himself building up inside. “Damn, damn,” was all he could muster as he aggressively pumped his dick into Teflon. “Yeah, cum with me, baby,” she cooed, digging her nails into his back.

  “Agh, I’m cumin’ babe, I’m cumin’” Treacherous growled, increasing his pace as Teflon’s nails caused him to arch.

  “Me too,” Teflon announced, gyrating her hips into him. Together they battled for supremacy as their juices intertwined.

  “That was good,” an out-of-breath Teflon managed to say when they finished.

  “Definitely,” was what she got in return from an equally out-of-breath Treacherous.

  Treacherous rolled off Teflon and onto the left side of the bed. Teflon leaned over and placed her head on Treacherous’s rock-hard chest, throwing one of her legs over his. “I love you, Treach,” she purred.

  “I love you too, babe.”

  That night, Treacherous and Teflon made a connection that bonded them far beyond anyone’s imagination.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Seven years later . . .

  “Boo, you sure he holdin’ like that?” asked Treacherous.

  “Yeah, nigga, what I tell you? I been coming here for the past two months, and it’s been the same thing every week. He comes in with his big-ass platinum chain with the iced-out Jesus piece on and iced-out platinum bracelet on one wrist and diamond bezel Cartier watch on the other, buying out the bar. It never fails. He pulls out about seven Gs out his pocket every week, so this week shouldn’t be any different. And the nigga been tryin’a to get me to leave the club with him for the past two months, so I know I can get him up out of there,” replied Teflon confidently.

  Treacherous’s veins tightened in his neck at the sound of hearing about the hustler pushing up on Teflon. Treacherous intended to make him pay for his flamboyance and thinking he could just push up on any chick ’cause he was making a couple of dollars, but he knew Teflon would have never fallen into that type of trap so many women did, because to her it was all just business. Her love and loyalty belonged strictly to Treacherous. They had been a team for the past seven years ever since they had been released from the youth house. Despite his request, Teflon had written to Treacherous every day for six months straight after she had gotten out, but Treacherous never wrote back. She knew in both her mind and heart he was coming home to her. As soon as Treacherous came home, he took Teflon’s gun, went out, and robbed some jokers from the Tidewater projects. He chose that particular area, which was where he had grown up, because someone from up out of there cost him five-and-a-half years of his life in jail. The money he had gotten from them was enough to move Teflon up out of the apartment she had been staying in into a nicer one, and from that day forward Treacherous and Teflon had been on a rampage.

  “Who that cat be with?” asked Treacherous.

  “Nobody. He travels alone.”

  “Good, that’s good. How long it’s gonna take you?”

  “Maybe about an hour, a little more.”

  “A’ight, go ahead and bring ’em up out of there, and be careful—you know some of them jokers be strapped up in there. If that cat got all that big shit on him, then you know he gotta have a big gun on him too.”

  “Boy, I got this. Just chill,” Teflon replied as she walked toward the club.

  Treacherous half grinned the way he always did when Teflon tried to check him. She was the only one who could get that off. He knew she was capable of handling herself in any situation because she had proven it time and time again, but Casablanca’s was the hardest club in Norfolk since people could tote burners on them up in there, and dudes conducted business up in there so the majority of the heads were strapped. One particular time a known rapper came to perform and had to whip out his chrome .38 on another known gangster named Kenny Speed. He was not only rapping his rhymes, he was also rapping to Speed’s chick and didn’t know it. Just like he didn’t know who Kenny Speed was and how close to death he had come, but Treacherous knew who he was and he knew who Treacherous was. They both had mutual respect for the other because they had both put in work on the same streets for the same cause, just as dudes like Little Lo, Stacey, Jay, Black Boo, Pablo, U-man, Kinyatta, Born, and other gangstas from up out of the Norfolk, Portsmouth, and Virginia Beach area did.

  In the past Treacherous and Teflon had robbed both males and females coming up out of Mr. Magic’s, David, and the Bridge, which was on the border of Norfolk and Virginia Beach, where Teflon caught her first shooting. Teflon recalled beefing with one of the girls from the L
ex Coupe Chicks who was sweating Treacherous. Teflon was still very jealous and overprotective of Treacherous, even after he came home and stepped to the girl.

  Sheraine, who owned the beauty salon Faces and was the head of the Lex Coupe Chicks, tried to intervene and dead the arising beef because she had heard of and knew Teflon by reputation and she knew her girlfriends weren’t built like that to be popping shit to someone of Teflon’s caliber, but before she could shut her girlfriend up, Teflon had already shot her in the leg and grazed her on the side of the face. After that night, no other woman dared to look at Treacherous as the word spread like wildfire how Teflon got down when it came to him. Treacherous and Teflon were known all throughout the area as a vicious duo, and robbery was their motive. They would ride their bikes, which they upgraded each year, to places like Military Circle Mall, MacArthur Center Mall, and Lynnhaven, where all the heavyweight money getters and mediocre ballers from up north went to shop. They would squat on them to come out, then jack them and speed off on the high-powered motorcycles. They even jacked hustlers who they saw car shopping on Virginia Beach Boulevard. They were so used to scoping people out they could tell when someone was actually holding a lot of money. Wherever hustlers dwelled, that’s where you would find them. While others took the risk of makin’ it, Treacherous and Teflon took the risk of taking it, which was much easier, they both thought, than dealing with all the headaches that came with the drug game. A few times Treacherous decided to jack a couple of cats he caught either coming up out of Kappatal Cuts or at the self-service on the corner of Brambleton and Park on his way to get a haircut, but laid off of them after the owner asked him to chill because it was bringing heat to the area, making it bad for business.

  Treacherous never robbed anybody in the barbershop area again. He could recall times when some young hustlers would rebel after their friends warned them he and Teflon were coming. There was always one out of every bunch who had to prove to others he wasn’t scared—or at least that’s what he thought he was proving. When it was all said and done, the only thing he would have proved was that he was stupid enough not to tuck his jewelry or pass his paper off to a shorty and got yapped and occasionally bitch-slapped by Treacherous’s pistol for taking too long to come up off his shit. Treacherous enjoyed the looks on people’s faces as he and Teflon entered the parking lot of McDonald’s off Princess Ann Boulevard. It was as though everyone was frozen in time, how still they would be. The only time Treacherous and Teflon turned down the heat in Norfolk was when there was some type of jam jumping off at Norfolk Scope. Whenever an event like that was going on, Treacherous’s primary targets were strictly Portsmouth heads who had come across the water to get to Norfolk Scope with their hottest whips, flyest outfits, and most expensive shines, but the same way they drove into Norfolk was not the same way they drove out because Treacherous and Teflon made sure of that. Treacherous’s motto was, “If you weren’t from Norfolk then stay the fuck out of Norfolk.”

  Treacherous stood across the street from the Broadway, checking his watch, waiting for Teflon to lure their potential victim outside the club. He glanced at his watch he had taken off some young dealer and saw nearly two hours had gone by and still no sign of Teflon or the kid. After five more minutes of waiting, Treacherous noticed the front door of the club opening and stepping out the door was a tall, light-skinned guy who fit the description she had given, with Teflon hanging onto his arm. As he observed the two, he laughed on the inside, wondering who could resist Teflon with her Indian-textured hair pulled to the back, with no makeup, only the natural essence of her beauty, wearing a pair of Prada glasses, sporting a pink-and-white Baby Phat top, a pair of Apple Bottom capris, pink-and-white Air Force 1’s, looking both sexy and gangsta. As Treacherous saw Teflon and the kid walking toward what he believed to be a 4.6 Range Rover, he pulled out his two desert eagles and started quickly walking in their direction.

  Teflon was glad to finally be up out of the crowded club. It had taken her almost two hours of listening to the tall, lame kid. She couldn’t wait to off the kid, who she thought too into himself. Teflon couldn’t stand conceited people. All he had talked about was how he knew how to care of and please a woman like her inside and outside of the bedroom, practically telling her the size of his bankroll and what he had in his pants. Teflon didn’t know whether it was all of the bubbly he had consumed or whether he just was naturally like that, but either way she was convinced he had a big mouth, something that had made him an eligible candidate for her intentions. On a few occasions he had pressed up against her while at the bar in an attempt to feel how turned on she had him—or he claimed she did—but not only did she feel the bulge down his pants, she also felt the bulge in his waistband too. Treacherous was right. He did carry a big gun, she thought. She made a mental note to disarm him once they got outside. Seeing that he had enough to drink, Teflon whispered in his ear she was ready to get up out of there and hit their little one-on-one after party. Hearing that, the kid was ready to bring his night to an end, imagining all the things he intended to do to this fine piece of ass he was fortunate enough to snatch up for the night.

  Both Teflon and the kid exited the club together as all the other ballers watched. Had he been somebody they knew or had love for, they would have pulled his coat to what he was getting himself into. He was from New York, and in their opinion was down in the dirty, messing up the game with his cutthroat prices and elaborate spending on the local chicks, causing the price of pussy to go up. They felt the out-of-towner deserved whatever he was about to get. Everybody in the club but him knew Teflon was Treacherous’s girl, so if she was up in the club they were sure Treacherous was not too far behind, possibly outside waiting for the stupid New Yorker.

  “So, ma, what’s really hood?” the guy asked her with a smile as he hit the alarm to his Range Rover, unlocking the SUV’s doors. “I’m saying, I wasn’t frontin’ when I said I’m tryin’a see you for something if you ain’t got no manz like you say.”

  “I told you. I’m single, boo. My man just caught thirty in the feds and ain’t leave me with nothing,” Teflon replied innocently, stepping toward the Range.

  “Say no more, ma. I got you. You fuckin’ with a real G now. You gonna be—” The out-of-towner was just about to finish his words when something caught his attention. Out the corner of his left eye he saw movement and he reached for the .357 long nose he had tucked in his waistband.

  “Mu’fucka, you know what it is?” threatened Treacherous with a murderous tone, smacking the New Yorker with the .45 he possessed in his right hand, sending him to the ground and landing on one knee.

  “Get ya bitch ass up,” barked Treacherous, grabbing the guy by his multicolored Coogi sweater while he still had the gun in one hand. As Treacherous roughly assisted the New Yorker getting back up, Teflon had her ratchet out and pressed up against the back of the kid’s head.

  “Muthafucka!” the New Yorker yelled.

  “Yeah, bitch, you got played!” shot back Teflon, mushing the kid in the head with his own gun, knowing he had just realized he had been set up.

  “Fuck all that. Let me get that big-ass chain. Boo, hit that clown pockets, and take that muthafuckin’ bracelet and watch off too, before I put something hot up in your ass,” Treacherous boomed, wanting to get the stickup over and done with.

  He stared into Treacherous’s face intensely.

  “Yeah, chump, go ’head and look,” said Treacherous sarcastically, knowing the kid was recording Treacherous’s appearance in his memory for future reference. “’Cause if you ever see this face ever again, it’ll be the last face you see ever again.”

  Hearing that, the kid broke his stare before he pressed his luck. Teflon pulled out the two knots of money the kid had in each pocket and shoved them down her shirt. Treacherous knew it was time to break out, but he could not let it just end like that. He had to leave the kid something to remember him by, and take something from him more valuable than his shines.

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nbsp; “Mu’fucka, give me the keys,” demanded Treacherous. The look on the kid’s face was indescribable. Now that Treacherous was taking something from the kid he would always remember, it was now time to give him something before he and Teflon rolled out. He reached behind his back and pulled out a .38 special similar to the one his father used to tote and fired.

  The kid went down in the blink of an eye. Treacherous had shot him in both of his kneecaps.

  “You ever see me again, you better hop the other way, pussy!” shouted Treacherous as he jumped in the Range Rover and sped off. Teflon jumped on the Ducati and followed. Hearing the shots caused some of the partygoers who were coming up out of the Broadway to scatter, but those who were strapped instantly pulled out, ready for whatever. As the Range Rover jetted passed the crowd, everyone noticed the New Yorker in the street holding both legs and knew what happened. The kid shouted for someone to help, but no one did because to them he was an outsider, and regardless of how Treacherous and Teflon got down, they were family of Virginia.