Dope Girl 4: R. I. P.

by Sa'id Salaam

  “Now, let’s go talk business,” Meisha said switching back to dope girl mode.

  ****

  “So check it, how much y’all paying for ounces now?” Cameisha asked once they were seated in his mama’s kitchen.

  “Shit…like five hundred,” Black lied. She knew it was some bullshit and the shocked expression on Sparks’ face confirmed it. She knew right then he would never, ever do straight business. It just wasn’t in him.

  “Ok, a couple things. First, no, you’re not paying five hundred an ounce. Second, you should be because your product is wack. Garbage, trash. You see for yourself how that glass got ‘em,” Cameisha laid out. “Now if I let you get them for the same $750, $700 if you cop ten or better, you’ll make the same dough but get more customers because you got the best dope around.”

  “Damn, this bitch knows her shit!” Sparks cheered. He actually meant it as a compliment, but only dumb bitches take being called a bitch as a compliment. Go try it on your mother or grandmother if you don’t believe me. March on into the kitchen and say 'bitch you did your thing with these biscuits'.

  “Oh! There’s a third thing,” she said turning toward Sparks. “If you ever call me a bitch again we gon’ fight.”

  “Shit, my bad shawty,” he laughed holding his hands up as if it were a stick up. He might have been laughing, but knew she was serious after the way she laid hands on Shawty.

  “So how much you let a whole bird go for then?” Black asked to test how deep the river ran.

  “For you…twenty-five,” she replied which equaled $700 an ounce.

  “Shit, Playboy charging twenty-seven!” Sparks blurted out exposing their whole operation. First, if they were paying that much per key, they were several middlemen away from the connect. Next, there hadn’t been a black connect in Atlanta since Cameron Forrest died, or whatever.

  “A’ight, so let me get like five of them tomorrow,” Black said giving him time to knock off the rest of his garbage. The $3750 was about what he was paying currently for four ounces of trash. He wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but knew this was a come up.

  “Five keys no problem, I’ll be…”

  “No! Five ounces,” he cut in and cut her off. It wasn’t really necessary, since she was just chumping him off. She knew good and well he couldn’t afford it, but wanted him to know she had it.

  “Oh, one more thing. My brothers get to work the trap too. They gotta eat.”

  “No problem. Shawty earned his respect. Ain’t nare nigga gon’ fuck wit’ them,” Black vowed.

  “That’s what’s up,” Meisha said as she stood. Sparks’ eyes locked onto her ass as she left the room.

  The boys got last kisses and feels and followed her out. Poor Angel looked like she wanted to cry when Self left. Back in the kitchen, Black was deep in thought.

  “You really gon’ shop with this broad?” Sparks asked, carefully avoiding the B-word.

  “For a sec. I’ma see what this bitch working with. If she getting bricks like that I may have to fuck her, or rob her ass,” he laughed. Sparks found it real fucking funny but his sister didn’t.

  In fact, she was disgusted by it. She loved her boyfriend and admired his sister. She wouldn’t let her trifling brother hurt either one.

  Chapter 11

  “What happened to you?” Trigga asked seeing Cameisha come in with blood on her sweat pants.

  “It ain’t mine. I had to put hands on some nigga,” she laughed.

  “Him?” Trigga frowned as a lumped up Bad Ass walked in behind her. “You ever eat one of these?”

  “Um, no and hell no!” she grimaced seeing him munching on a Fat-Fat burger. Aqua sat beside him on the sofa with her mouthful of the greasy, meaty, cheesy burger. Still she managed a smile and a wave.

  “I’m surprised to see she shared with you,” Meisha continued. She was still frowning from the memory of the taste in her mouth.

  “The last one too! I’ma take her to get more,” he said proudly and took another bite squirting juice onto the coffee table.

  “You are?” she asked in amusement. Aqua just nodded up and down while she chewed. Cameisha knew he got duped, but kept quiet, for the moment.

  “Yup, oh! And I need another one of them thangs,” he said lifting his chin in nobility.

  “Already? Dope boy fo’ real!” she laughed and headed to the bedroom. She tossed him a look that told him he should come too. He could tell it was business, not sexual, and followed her in.

  “Well, I got a plug in the trap in Eastwyck. Self’s girlfriend’s brother. He feeding the trap and I’m supplying him,” she explained.

  “Can you trust him?” he asked protectively.

  “Nah, he gon’ fuck up. Just a matter of time. I can’t wait, and then I can take over! What you got going on?”

  “Got Oak Tree on lock. Once word spread, the rest them ‘partments gon’ come on in,” he answered correctly. Once the other dealer felt the pinch in their pockets, they would have no choice but to switch suppliers. Of course, the old suppliers would have a problem with that, but that’s what guns are for.

  “Any word on a connect? Once we get all this shit poppin’ we gon’ need a steady supply. A couple bricks a day easy,” he went on.

  Cameisha twisted her lips as she racked her brain for an answer. The music from “Jeopardy” played in her mind, but nothing came.

  “I’ll come up with something,” she vowed. The coke she had on hand was worth over a half a million, but she still wanted more. “So, when you going to Mississippi?”

  “Mississippi? Why would I be going to Mississippi?” he wondered.

  “You taking Aqua to get more burgers right?”

  “Hell yeah! Them shits are delicious!” he cheered pumping a fist.

  “Well they can only be found in Longs, Mississippi. Drive safe,” she said and finally cracked up. “You gotta keep your word yo. You told her you was gonna take her so you gotta take her!”

  “Come with me,” Trigga pleaded. His word was his bond so there was no question that he would keep it.

  “To Mississippi?” she asked almost frightened. “Nah, I ain’t never going back there again.”

  Trigga heard all that she didn’t say and let it go. Even when she mentally drifted away, he didn’t press. Instead, he took her into his arms. He laid her down beside him and soon they both fell sound asleep.

  ****

  When the good dope hit Eastwyck the next day, the effect was drastic, instant, and irreversible. Once the junkies got a blast of that good, they would no longer settle for mediocre. Black proved Cameisha right and was two hundred dollars short on his purchase. He handed her a roll of cash as if she wouldn’t count it. She did.

  “Either you can’t count or think I can’t” she growled so ferociously he could smell the malice on her breath.

  “Oh, my bad,” he chuckled like it was an accident but handed over the exact amount of the short.

  “No problem,” she lied. The smile might have been fake but she really was quite pleased that he tried her. She passed off the dope and gave him something to look at when she walked out.

  “Be careful,” Cameisha told Self before she left. She gave him a smooch on the forehead to tease Angel and punched Bad Ass.

  “Bye,” Angel sang sisterly, unfazed by the kiss. Why should she be when she was about to take him upstairs and fuck him silly?

  She didn’t bother telling Bad Ass to be careful since she knew good and damn well he wouldn’t be. He was that one friend you couldn’t take anywhere. The second Cameisha pulled off, he headed for the trap.

  “What’s up shawty,” Capo nodded when Bad Ass arrived on the scene. He wasn’t officially the leader, but he was the coolest so his acceptance meant something.

  “What up yo,” he greeted back. When the two exchanged a pound and man hug, the rest lined up to do the same. All except Shawty that is. He held a grudge about getting his ass handed to him by a girl. Plus he was too busy looking for that
girl to be shaking hands.

  Bad Ass had no problem sharing sales since he had more dope than everyone else. He slipped into the rotation and took turns serving the junkies. Whenever they ran out the trap would be his until whenever Black could re-up from Cameisha. He had an inside source that it wouldn’t be that night. He also had a quarter key of good, hard dope.

  Meanwhile back at the apartment Self was busy getting pussy whipped. It was a win/win since Mama was handling sales to her crack head friends, and he was getting pussy whipped. They both heard Mama run in and call for Self. They hoped she wouldn’t come upstairs, but no luck.

  “Self, Self, I need 12 for the fiddy son-in-law,” she requested through the crack in the door as if the couple wasn’t copulating.

  “Mama!” Angel screamed from embarrassment and her fucking up an impending orgasm. She was so close and it slipped away.

  “Give me a few minutes!” Self shouted and stayed focused. His stroke grew choppy indicating that the end was near.

  “Throw it back girl! You just lying there. Throw it back!” Mama coached from the hallway.

  “Mama!” Angel yelled again just as Self got off.

  “That was a good one!” she announced and stepped down the creaky steps.

  “Yo, your moms is wild!” Self laughed after he pulled out and got up. She silently watched him get dressed and go serve her mother. He retrieved some of the dope he stashed in her closet and hit the steps.

  “I need 12 for the fiddy,” she repeated so there would be no misunderstanding. She was making two rocks off the top plus whatever the customer paid her for making the run. Ms. Johnson was in the junkie-loop and brought in as many sales as the trap boys could make.

  With her running sales he was free to cuddle up with his boo and let the money come to him. It was time to bring his clothes and move in.

  ****

  “A Fat-Fat burger?” Troy frowned when Trigga delivered news of his day trip along with dope for the day. Aqua snapped her head at the mention of her Fat-Fat.

  “I promised,” he replied which summed it up. Troy knew him his whole life and he hadn’t broken one yet. “Shit, I’ll be back by this evening.”

  “Oh don’t worry, I got this!” he replied rubbing his hands together eagerly. He had made a playdate with the next hoe in line at Oak Tree. He was on a mission and Ta-Ta was her name. She pushed up on him the night before when he made his last collections.

  Troy distributed the work to the workers in his complex then sped over to Oak Tree. As soon as he pulled in, he saw the black beauty waiting with a hand on her wide hip. She slid into the passenger seat while he passed out the G-packs.

  “Lick his balls girl, he like that!” Nita-Boo coached from the sidelines.

  “You know I’m is!” she shot back. She was all douched, dressed, and ready to go.

  Troy took a hard look at her thick black thighs when he got back in his car. He felt his dick jump and put the car in gear. He stopped at the same corner store and sent her inside for a bottle of Real Nigga 9000. It was about to go down!

  They pulled up to the same hotel and got a similar room with similar stains on the comforter. Troy dropped his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head.

  “You brang me that? Ta-Ta asked as she began to peel off her skimpy clothing. Troy heard her speaking but couldn’t process the words because of her banging body.

  Ta-Ta might have been the next hoe on the hoe-tum pole but she and Nita-Boo were polar opposites. Instead of high yellow, tall, and long hair she was jet black, short with short hair gelled down on her scalp. She pulled off her wife beater and shorts and did a spin so he could see that her bra and panties didn’t match. She unhooked the white bra to show off the big black titties with her large lumpy areolas and long suckable nipples. She pulled off the pink panties to display a bush of thick pubic hair.

  “Well?” she asked again as he stared at her crotch with the crop on top.

  “Well what?” he asked coming out of the trance.

  “You said you was gon’ brang me some powder,” she said in her little girl voice. The one little girls use to get anything out of their daddies. Ta-Ta never met her daddy so she used it on sugar daddies instead.

  “Oh! Yeah, yeah here you go,” he replied and went into his pants pocket. He retrieved one of the two one-gram packages he had brought for her. The other one he would give her once he dropped her back off.

  “Thank ya,” she said taking the dope from his hand. Her own hand trembled in anticipation of the get high.

  Troy leaned back and lit a blunt as Ta-Ta dumped the coke on the table. She made two thick lines and quickly inhaled. She took a swig from the 60-ounce bottle like a real nigga and made two more lines.

  “Whew! This that shit!” she frowned and pointed at the drugs.

  She had become used to the local coke that was cut to smithereens. The dealers cut the coke with baby laxative so people would have to shit and swear it was because the dope was good. Even though she was high, she still snorted two more lines. That was where she fucked up.

  “You better not come quick!” she warned climbing on the bed. She grabbed his dick and watched it swell in her hand then took it in her mouth. Ta-Ta slowly inched him down her throat like a snake does its meals.

  Troy enjoyed watching the blowjob for awhile before pulling her up. She had the kind of ass you have to hit from behind so that’s how he positioned her. Once he rolled a condom safely in place, he fell inside her well-used vagina. It squished and farted as he stroked.

  “I’m finna cum,” Ta-Ta whined like she didn’t want to. She coated his dick with creamy juice and began to shake. She grunted as she came and then went stiff.

  “Un uh, don’t run,” Troy laughed when she collapsed on the bed. He turned her over to put her in the buck, but saw foam coming out of her mouth and nostrils. He leaped clear off the bed from shock. “What the world!”

  “Ta-Ta, Ta-Ta!” he called down at her. He got louder and louder and finally touched her. Nothing, so he took her pulse. Nothing, so he got dressed and got the fuck up out of there.

  “Where my girl at?” Nita-Boo asked when Troy returned alone.

  “She um…was sleep at the hotel,” he replied leaving out the eternal part.

  “Mmph, you must have put it on her! Shoot…she was ‘posed to share some of that powder!” she pouted.

  “I ain’t fuck her! Still got the powder see!” he exclaimed and produced the other package. Nita-Boo snatched it and ran around the car and hopped in. she went straight for his zipper so he leaned back and let her blow him on the spot.

  Chapter 12

  “Another one? How can this be?” Anna asked the dead girl on the table. She knew the nineteen-year-old girl didn’t just drop dead from a heart attack. Besides an STD and beat up vagina, Ta-Ta was healthy.

  The test on the cocaine found with her and in her at the motel tested positively back to the Salazar family product. The black girl was the second one that week. An older crack addict was laying in a drawer with the same drug in her abused system.

  It was time to speak to Juan again. She would not be able to keep it under wraps for much longer. Anna longed to reveal that Cameisha was his sister, but she would not cross Mama Salazar. The woman scared her so much she shook her head no at the very thought of disobeying her.

  “Anna?” Juan asked with a curious frown just as he reached his destination. It was unusual for her to call him and he didn’t have time to socialize. “I am very busy now. I will…”

  “It is very important! I must speak with you now!” she shot back firmly. “Where are you? We cannot speak on the phone.”

  “I just reached the green house. Meet me at Mama’s tonight.”

  “I’ll come to you now. I mu…”

  “No!” Juan shouted. She had been to that house before but he didn’t want her to see what he had going on now. “At mi madre, tonight!”

  “Que pasa? Ju ok?” David asked with his best English.

&n
bsp; “Where is the girl?” Juan asked in response. He scanned the living room before turning to face his help.

  “In de room,” he answered pointing at a small monitor on the table. Juan frowned again then went and looked at the screen.

  “Why is she naked?” he asked seeing Samantha in her makeshift lab. One of the master bedrooms had been fitted with all of the equipment she ordered to comply with her orders. A small daybed was installed for her to sleep.

  “Like de New Yack City,” David nodded and smiled happily. If he had a tail, it would be wagging just then. He almost got a smack instead of a pat on the head.

  “Open the door!” he demanded wiping the smile away.

  David rushed to comply and unlocked the deadbolt installed to convert the bedroom into a prison.

  “This would have been sufficient!” he chided pointing at the heavy-duty lock.

  “It’s about time! I…uh oh,” Samantha began then stopped. Juan had already hit her twice. She was in no hurry to make it three.

  “I came to…um? Damn!” he said but got stuck by her nudity. Her big creamy white breasts had cute pink nipples that stood erect from the chill. A shock of blonde pubic hair hid her plump vagina. “David bring her some clothes,” he ordered. David took one final mental snapshot of her bare body and took off.

  “I am truly sorry about this but it is Cameisha’s fault! She has betrayed us all,” Juan explained. He knew his captive would see things his way since he was her savior.

  “She is a very selfish person,” Samantha pouted. “I just do what I’m told to do.”

  “I see,” he replied seeing four neat bricks of cocaine on the lab table. He sent one, now there was four. The white lab rat in the cage caught his attention so he went over to investigate. The little fellow was in his wheel running 65 miles an hour. “Is it sweating?”

  “Probably, he’s been at it for two hours!” she laughed. David came in with a t-shirt and handed it to Juan.