by Sa'id Salaam
“This is the only thing I could find,” he explained.
“Go to the mall and buy her clothes! What size?” he asked pulling out cash to make the purchase.
“Well…” Samantha began and started to go in, but changed her mind. “A seven is fine. Eight in shoes please.”
Juan handed her the shirt and missed her pretty titties as soon as they disappeared behind the fabric. Still he got stuck on the imprint caused by her nipples. Samantha saw him and saw her way out of her predicament.
“I’m very sorry about your girlfriend,” she pouted and moved in for a hug. She pulled him tightly against her and rocked and grinded ever so slightly.
Juan’s body betrayed him when it felt the feel of a woman. He was powerless to stop the erection growing in between them.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered in embarrassment and tried to pull away. Either Samantha was too strong or he was too weak because she held him in place. “What are you doing?”
“I…don’t know,” she whispered and tilted her head upwards in case he wanted to kiss her. Turned out that was exactly what he wanted and he took the bait.
“Look it,” David giggled to himself as he watched the show. It only got better when she sank to her knees. She scrambled to free his erection only to take it deep into her mouth.
Juan didn’t stand a chance against white girl head. Most head is good but white girl head is great! Between the stress of losing his woman and impending war, Juan was a bundle of nerves. He exploded so hard against her tonsils that she gagged loudly. Gagged, but hung in there.
“Mmm,” Samantha moaned as she drank him down. His knees buckled almost causing him to fall. She rose and led him to the bed. He was all hers now and she knew it. He knew it too and didn’t try to fight it. The t-shirt came back off.
“Wait!” she shouted to himself and snatched the small camera off the wall. That ended the show for David so he slunk out of the house.
One good deed deserves another so Juan leaned towards the pretty pink vagina to pay it forward. He flicked his tongue at her clit making her vagina blossom like a flower. Her whole body shook when he licked her slippery lips. Samantha was pretty uptight about being kidnapped and all so she didn’t last too long either. She repaid him by coming in his mouth as well.
A condom wasn’t even in the equation when he scrambled to put himself inside of her. Samantha was already tight from infrequent sex, so when she squeezed her muscles even more the effect was virginal.
“Are you ok?” Juan asked as he eased inside of her.
“Yes, it hurts. I only did it once you know,” she lied making him come instantly. He gasped for air from the sudden violent orgasm.
“Mm baby,” Samantha purred and stroked his back. “Now what?”
“Now…” Juan twisted his lips in contemplation. “For now, you stay here. Keep manufacturing the cocaine. Once this is over, once Cameisha is dead, you will be my queen.”
****
“Un uh, I can’t,” Dasia scowled when she caught Uncle Mark jacking off while smelling her panties. She and Lisa had only been at Big Mama’s house for a couple of days when she reached her limit. Between the dope fiend and small army of children, it was only a matter of time until her cache of drugs or stash of cash was discovered.
Lisa wasn’t quite sure how much of either Dasia had but she was determined to run through it as quickly as humanly possible. First, they rented a two thousand dollar a month condo. Dasia figured they could live there for years off what she had taken. Boy was she wrong.
“I like this one,” Lisa said pointing at a blue leather sofa and love seat.
“Get it,” Dasia nodded nonchalantly at the five thousand dollar price tag. She dropped another five thousand to furnish the one bedroom. A few more thousand filled the dining room and kitchen. By the time they threw in electronics, they spent over fifteen thousand, but Lisa wasn’t done yet.
“You hear that?” Lisa asked as she drove along the boulevard.
“Hear what?” Dasia asked wondering how she could hear anything over the loud music. Even once she twisted the volume down, she couldn’t hear anything. “What?”
“Girl you don’t hear that?” she asked again and pulled into the next parking lot. It just so happened to be the local Lexus dealer.
“How can I help you ladies?” a handsome young black man in a handsome blue suit asked. He was a salesman there but the brilliant white smile was free.
“It was grinding,” Lisa swore with a faux damsel in distress tone that Dasia found a little odd. Had she not smoked a blunt for breakfast and again with lunch she would have seen through the charade.
“It may be time to step up. I’m William,” he said offering his hand along with his name.
“Um, Dasia. This is Lisa,” Dasia introduced. After the test drive, even Dasia had to agree it was time to step up.
“But it’s forty thousand,” Lisa pouted to Dasia.
“We’ll take it!” she announced and to both their surprise retrieved her tote bag full of cash. Had Lisa known it was there Dasia would have woken up alone at Big Mama’s house.
“We can’t take that much cash,” William explained. He sent her across the street to open an account.
“Don’t put it all in there,” Lisa whined. Even she heard the greed in her voice and made an adjustment. “I’m saying; keep like ten in cash so we don’t gotta keep running back and forth.”
“Ok,” Dasia agreed. Fortunately, Lisa’s credit was too bad to be added to the account. She had to settle for an ATM card, which would limit her plan to drain the account to one thousand dollars a day.
After getting a 43 thousand dollar cashier’s check, they left over eighty grand in the bank. Lisa and William traded a wink once the car was in her name. William was an old friend and made a nice commission on the sale. He would sell her old car and split the proceeds with her.
Dasia got something out of the deal too. Lisa sucked a nut right out of her when they got home. Of course, Dasia the doormat returned the favor and put them both down for a nap. They awoke hours later and smoked a blunt.
“I want some powder,” Lisa whined. She knew Dasia had taken some coke along with several pounds of weed but she hadn’t set it out yet. In her mind, it was the final line to be crossed. If Cameisha kicked the door in right then at least she could give it back. She knew Cameisha was coming one day, but still she agreed.
“Ok,” Dasia gave in. It didn’t take much pressing since she was thirsty for some coke herself. She pulled a couple of ounces out by eye to part with. “We still need to sell them.”
“We will,” Lisa agreed and snorted a long, thick line up each nostril. “But tonight, we party!”
****
“I’ma stunt on these hoes!” Lisa vowed as she squeezed into a short designer dress. She had left there in disgrace so that night was her redemption song. Lisa snorted two big hits and climbed up into her high heel shoes.
“You sure your friend will buy it?” Dasia asked slightly worried at how much coke they’d used that day. She didn’t need to be since Lisa had cuffed a good deal of it. Still, they had an ounce to take to the club.
“Cash Money is always in the club,” she assured her. “You looking good girl!”
Dasia looked in the mirror and saw she was right. She was killing the designer tube dress that showed off her every curve.
“We need all that cash?” Dasia shrieked seeing her stuff thousands in her purse.
“Nah, it’s just for show, and we finna show out!” she lied. After all, it ain’t tricking when it’s someone else’s money. A few more hits of coke later and they were on their way.
As soon as they neared the club, Lisa rolled down the windows and turned up the radio. She pulled slowing through the parking lot and stopped at the valet parking. All eyes were on the two pretty girls who emerged from the pretty car with the dealer sticker still attached.
“Is that Li-Li?” an old classmate asked squinting so she could see
better.
“You mean bum ass Li-Li who got on the dope and ran off with Cash Money’s cash money?” her friend replied.
Lisa turned in their direction and ended the speculation.
“Rita? Tina?” Lisa gushed like they were closer than they really were. They once ran in the same circle but were never really friends. “Y’all get out that long ass line and come with us!”
The girls gladly got out of the line and followed Lisa to the VIP entrance. She paid fifty bucks a head for them to bypass the line. A hundred dollar tip granted them access to the VIP area along with the other ghetto celebrities. Five hundred more got five bottles of champagne delivered to the table.
“So what you doing now girl?” Tina wanted to know. This was the same chick who left looking a mess a year earlier and now she had run through a grand in ten minutes. Again, it ain’t tricking when it’s someone else’s money. No one knew that better than she did.
“Girl I finally got a record deal!” she said causing Dasia’s head to snap in her direction. It wasn’t the lie so much that caught her attention. It was how easily it flowed. It sounded just like any of their everyday conversation. She listened as Lisa detailed in great detail a bunch of shit that wasn’t true.
“Oh, there go Cash Money,” Rita warned causing an uncomfortable hush to fall over the table. Dasia scanned everyone’s face trying to figure out what she missed.
She wasn’t from there and didn’t know the history. How many hoes move to a new town and get a clean slate? Lisa had been popular in the dope boy circles for her wicked head game. Not only could she suck a dick, but eat pussy just as proficiently. Dope boys would call her over to take care of them and their girlfriends. Somewhere along the way, she picked up a bad dope habit. She started by snorting, then smoking, and finally shooting heroin.
One night after sucking Cash Money to sleep, she ran off with ten thousand dollars’ worth of dope plus a few grand from his pocket.
“Just the man I was looking for,” she announced and stood. She grabbed her purse and marched off.
Dasia watched her walk away but saw Rita scooping coke out of the package they set out. She just shook her head as if she didn’t even see it.
“Sup Cash Money. Looking for me?” she asked with hand on hip.
“Is that…I know it ain’t…Bitch you better have my damn money!” Cash Money growled. The man was a known killer and would have killed her on the spot. Choked her ass out right there in the VIP and no one would have said shit.
“Of course I got your money! That’s why I been looking for you,” she giggled girlishly.
“Well bitch, let’s have it,” he demanded.
“It’s in the car. I need to holla at you ‘bout some business anyway.”
“First get me my money! Matter fact I’m coming with you,” he said standing. Two of his goons stood too but he waved them back down. Instead of watching his back, they watched her backside as they left.
“I see you bounced back,” Cash Money said watching her toss her ass from side to side in front of him. The dope had her on the verge of extinction before she ran off. She actually sold the dope she stole and got clean once she got to Atlanta.
“Can’t keep a good bitch down,” she replied and slung her ass a little harder since she knew he was watching. She bent over into the car and let him palm her ass while she retrieved the cash.
“This ain’t but five grand,” he said dead on accurate without even counting it. His name was Cash Money after all.
“Yeah, daddy, I don’t be riding around with no ten bands. I wasn’t sure if I was gon’ see you either. I’ll brang you the change in the morning,” she offered hopefully.
“Tomorrow?” he asked cocking his head dubiously. He glanced at the price on the sticker and gave in. “Tomorrow.”
“That’s a bet, but ‘bout that business. My people got a key they tryna get off. Don’t want but fifteen.”
“Girl you know I don’t fuck with no coke. I push that boy.”
“Oh boy,” she replied feeling her stomach churn at the mention of heroin.
“Matter fact, come to my truck. Let me break you off a lil’ something.”
“I um, I stop…I don’t fuck around no mo’,” she mumbled to herself but still followed him to his custom SUV. She climbed in the backseat with him and closed the door.
“First things first,” he said and leaned back to pull his dick out. She knew not sucking it wasn’t an option so she grabbed it and leaned in.
“Dang!” she giggled feeling it stiffen in her hand from anticipation alone. It had been over a year since she gave a guy head but they say it’s just like riding a bike.
“Yeah you still got it,” he moaned when she twirled her wet tongue around his dick head while stroking the shaft. Knowing Dasia would be upset if she was gone too long, she got busy. She threw her head and hand into overdrive in a rush to get him off. It wasn’t long until his dick spasms filled her mouth with hot, salty cum. She swallowed in loud gulps while milking him dry with her hand.
“Here you go lil’ mama,” Cash Money said seductively as he passed her a few balloons of dope. Lisa was on autopilot as she accepted them and put it in her purse. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Brang the coke too.”
“Tomorrow,” she repeated and hopped from the truck. She made a beeline to the club and slipped back inside. She hoped she wouldn’t be noticed, but Dasia was keeping watch on the door. The moment she stepped back in, they met eyes. Only for a second though because Dasia rolled hers and turned away.
Rita and Tina were so busy trying to snort and steal as much cocaine as they could they didn’t know she was gone. Dasia was already hot, but when Lisa leaned in for a kiss, she snapped.
“Ew! I can smell cum on your breath!” she fumed. Dasia had sucked enough dicks to know the smell and taste. “Shit I may as well just go suck his dick and cut out the middle man!”
“Girl shush!” Lisa scolded. Rita and Tina kept right on snorting like Kermit sips tea. “You think I sucked that nigga’s dick for me! You think I did it for him? Nah, girl, I sucked that dick for you!”
“Me?” Dasia exclaimed. “Please explain to me how you gave a nigga some head, for me!”
“Everything in this city goes through him. We wouldn’t be able to sell a damn thing without his permission. He wanted to fuck me but this is your pussy,” she said pulling her hand under her dress. Dasia couldn’t help but to fondle it and felt it moisten her fingers. “Yours girl, what you gonna do with it?”
“Let’s go home,” she purred in a whisper. Lisa stood for a reply and led her out of the club. Her friends high-fived at the free dope.
Chapter 13
“Sss, don’t cum in me,” Angel hissed when Self’s body told her was close. His moans increased and breath grew ragged, he was almost there. The plea sounded sincere, urgent almost, but it was a lie. That girl knew good and well she wanted him to cum in her. She had every intention of becoming his baby mama. It was moot at that point since she was already pregnant. Just hadn’t missed that period that wasn’t coming.
“Ok,” he agreed and attempted to pull out. Once again, Angel grabbed him tightly and prevented his escape. Truth be told, he wanted her to be his baby mama too and had no problem exploding inside her. He pushed in all the way grinding as he came. She squeezed and rocked to make sure she got all of it. Even reached an orgasm of her own for good measure. Neither moved until Self deflated inside of her and was squeezed out.
“Yo, go grab us a soda. I’ll roll another blunt,” he said rolling off her onto his back.
“Yo go grab us a soda, yo, yo, yo,” she mocked playfully as she got up to comply. She stepped into a pair of panties then pulled his t-shirt over her head.
“Bad Ass still here?” Self asked with a frown. He did not want his friend seeing his girl half-naked. That’s the respect part of love. A man who lets his woman prance around naked in public can’t have much respect for her. Himself either for that matter.
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nbsp; “Un uh, I heard them leave,” she replied stifling a smile. She knew it was honor and not jealousy that made him ask.
Bad Ass and Leera had been downstairs earlier. He fucked her so quickly she couldn’t even get undressed. Just one pants leg out and it was on. He bust a quick nut and hit the trap.
Angel paused at the top of the stairs when she heard voices below. She recognized her brother and Sparks so she crept forward to ear hustle. After stepping over the creaky step, she silently made her way downstairs. Black had been using the kitchen table to cut dope and plan a lick.
“So how we ‘posed to get her and she not know it’s us?” Sparks wondered. He was down with the plan but secretly feared the girl.
“Ok, we got the bitch up to a quarter now so I’ma tell her I need a whole thing. When she brang it, Shawty come in the back wearing a mask and lay all of us down.”
“He gon’ rob us too?” Sparks shouted. “I ain’t tryna get robbed no more. Them niggas on Glenwood got me for…”
“Nigga! We gon’ get our shit back. We gotta go along so she don’t know we was down with the lick. Shit, we wait a month or so and get her ass again!” Black explained.
He was smiling but his sister wasn’t. She had to cover her own mouth to stop herself from speaking out. Luckily, she was able to contain herself to hear the rest of the plan.
“I feel you. So, what we gon’ do with the key? That shit gon’ look suspect if all of a sudden we got work,” Sparks advised.
“Man it’s plenty niggas tryna buy kilos. The market fucked up right now. We can sell it for the high-high!” Black cheered.
He was right too because the Salazars controlled the cocaine flow and had yet to crank back up. Juan was too busy having Samantha flip the coke they had. Once that was done, they would flood the city.
Black was making about the same money dealing with Cameisha but wasn’t satisfied. He was too busy counting her money to be content with his own. She was making more than him and he knew it. It was no coincidence that Bad Ass was the last man standing in the trap each night. He had enough work to break Capo and Tamir off thus sealing their allegiance.