by Sa'id Salaam
“A-yo, some niggas from over on Glenwood tryna cop some weight. I guess they pockets feeling a lil’ light since err body coming for this butter,” Bad Ass relayed.
“Stall ‘em. We gotta nickel and dime this shit until I get a new connect,” Cameisha replied as Angel stared on love struck by the female boss.
“Yo, go shopping,” Self said passing off a stack of small bills that looked like a lot more than it was.
“Thank you!” Angel sang and took off to get Leera to go to the mall with her.
Once Cameisha gave them a whole key, she stood to leave. Both Self and Bad Ass walked her out and to her car. She and Bad Ass bumped fists but Self leaned in for an appreciative hug.
“I want a hug too!” Bad Ass whined. Meisha embraced him then shoved him away when he started grinding.
“Nasty ass lil’ boy,” she laughed and got in her car. No one moved until she was out of sight. Self went inside to cut and bag more G-packs to feed the demand, and Bad Ass took the work to the trap.
****
“Guess what?” Angel giggled as she and Leera entered the South DeKalb mall.
“Girl what?” Leera demanded hopefully. Hopefully it was something juicy or ratchet from her goody two shoes friend. She had been trying and failing to corrupt her for years.
“I think I’m pregnant! I mean, I’m pretty sure I am,” she gushed and placed a hand on her hard, flat stomach.
“By who?” Leera stopped and asked. It would be a good question if she ever got pregnant, but it was just plain stupid to ask Angel.
“Yeah right! Girl you know I’m loyal to my man!” she snapped.
“Mph!” Leera huffed and turned her head like she had a secret she didn’t want to tell. Angel didn’t buy it for a second. If the girl had a secret, she would definitely tell it, embellish it, spread it, and broadcast it. Still, she bit and asked.
“Mph what?” Angel asked already twisting her lips into a ‘yeah right’ face.
“I’m just saying…you know I’m not one to gossip,” she lied.
Angel cocked her head majestically, ready to defend her man. He was after all, the sponsor of the shopping excursion and many more that Leera benefitted from. The only thing she got out of Bad Ass was semen and even that got flushed. Meanwhile, Angel rocked the latest fashions and kept real cash in her knockoff purse.
“I’m just saying,” she repeated as if that was saying something.
“You just saying what? If you got something to say then say it!” she said with the absolute last of her patience.
“Your man tried to fuck me. One night, I guess you were asleep, he came downstairs and put his dick in my face.”
“And?” Angel asked knowing the story couldn’t have ended there.
“And I told him I don’t get down like that! You my girl, how I look fucking your boyfriend? Please! I don’t even rock like that…”
“Oh, ok,” Angel replied happily. She knew full well her friend was a snake. If Self put his dick in her face, she would have swallowed it whole like snakes do. She would have fucked it and whatever else could be done with a dick. Angel hadn’t been with many dudes but Leera had gotten with all of them.
“You ain’t mad?” Leera asked confused by the slow smile that spread on her face.
“Nope. Come on, let’s go in here,” she said dipping into the low budget lingerie store. Tameka’s Rumors was the ghetto version of Victoria’s Secret. Once inside, Angel picked out something for her man while Leera got something for mankind. It was a parting gift because Angel was officially done with her.
“Oh there go Boobie ‘ndem from Glenwood,” Leera exclaimed and rushed over to flirt with the dope boys. Angel walked outside and caught a taxi leaving them groping and feeling her up.
****
“Sup ma, you had fun?” Self called out from the kitchen when he heard Angel return. She didn’t reply and marched upstairs to the bathroom. She had to pee and decided to kill two birds with one stone. Oh, and one rumor.
Self was sitting at the table cutting crack while Mama hovered near him waiting on him to finish it. She was so antsy she worked her hips as if she had an invisible hoola hoop while humming the theme music from “Different Strokes.”
“It takes different strokes. It…oh hey babe,” Self sang along until Angel walked in.
“You fucked Leera?” she demanded with a hand on her hip, tapping a foot. “Hey Mama.”
“Huh? No! She sucked my dick though,” he replied honestly and went on working.
“Wha…huh?” she frowned at the unexpected answer. “Why you ain’t tell me!”
“I thought you told her to do it since you don’t. It was that same night you said…”
“I know what I said!” Angel spat back. Oddly enough, she wasn’t mad. How could she be mad when she told him to?
“Gotta suck a man’s dick baby,” Mama co-signed. “Me, I’ll suck a…”
“Mama!” Angel grimaced holding up a hand to keep the uncomfortable comments from coming out of her mouth. The last thing any child wants to hear from a mother is about sucking dick. Mama shrugged and went back to hoola hooping and Angel turned back to Self.
“What is that?” he asked picking up the positive pregnancy test she tossed in the middle of his cocaine pile.
“That means you finna be a daddy,” she said and squinted to watch his reaction.
“It does?” he asked examining the stick. Angel nodded her head and began to explain since the stick didn’t speak.
“I’m pregnant,” she said plainly then turned to her mother and repeated herself. “You finna be a grandma.”
“Oh baby! That’s gre…oh you finished!” she said but got distracted when Self finished bagging. “I need 12 for the fiddy.”
“Here,” Self said giving her the dope. She hopped in the air and clicked her heels and took off.
“Thanks Mama…sure, we can pick baby names,” Angel said sarcastically to her mother’s back.
“It is what it is,” Self said to console her. His own mother ran out on him for the streets so he felt her pain. He had no idea if the woman was dead or alive. He never met his dad and wondered which one of the project men fathered him. “I’m happy about it!”
“You are?” Angel pleaded almost desperately. She never knew the comfort that only a daddy can bring. A lot of women waste a lifetime seeking to duplicate it or compensate for it. Some end up with men seeking to fill the void, but most end up with a lot of extra miles on their vagina while never finding it. Not Angel though, she had Self all to herself.
“Hell yeah I’m happy!” he cheered and scooped her in his arms. “Yo, you my girl. My wife, we getting married!”
“You asking me or telling me?” she demanded like it mattered. She would take it either way and she knew it. She would have to too because Self dropped to one knee, looked up, and said…
“I’m telling you!”
****
“That’s fucked up yo’ girl left you like that,” Boobie said as he pulled into Eastwyck. He really didn’t mind since it allowed him to fuck her in exchange for the ride home.
“Yeah that bitch feeling herself since her so-called man got the work,” she huffed.
“Oh she fuck with shawty that be in the trap?” he schemed.
“No, the other one. He mainly stay in the apartment ‘cause that’s where they be keeping the work,” Leera said with her trifling ass. She knew good and damn well, she just set a robbery in motion.
Chapter 21
“Ugh, the fuck?” Dasia grumbled when a sharp pain in her midsection snatched her from her slumber. Normally she and Lisa would sleep well into the afternoon after a night of snorting drugs and licking labia. The past few mornings she had been awoken by almost flu like symptoms.
“What’s wrong bae?” Lisa asked hoarsely from just waking up herself.
“I’on know. I feel…horrible,” she said mentally trying to track down where the ill feeling emanated from. It felt like her bones hurt.
“It’s a bug going around. I hope we don’t catch it,” Lisa lied. Which was about anytime she opened her mouth. She had dealt with enough withdrawal symptoms to know what her friend was suffering from. Luckily, for both of them, she had the cure. “Let’s get us a lil’ wake up bump and eat something.”
“Ok,” Dasia agreed and watched her ass wiggle as she went to retrieve some dope.
Lisa had moved on from the speedballs and was snorting straight heroin. It was time for her girlfriend to get her next stripe as well. Dasia was no dummy and noticed the heroin wasn’t coke. She had a quick decision to make as Lisa scooped some into a quill. As usual, she made the wrong decision and leaned in to snort some. Lisa move it away a little to make her pursue it. If she did, she would be pursuing it until the end of time.
Luckily, they had plenty of cash and plenty of drugs. Unluckily they were running through at an incredible clip. The ATM daily limit wasn’t sufficient anymore. Not the way they shopped and partied like rock stars. Not the way the freeloaders freeloaded. Not the way Lisa skimmed and stole. Every time they set some coke or weed out, she set some to the side. Every time they hit the club, Dasia sponsored dope, smoke, and drinks.
“You like that boy huh? That diesel,” Lisa cooed affectionately as Dasia swayed from the dope.
“Mmm, he’s my boyfriend,” she smiled as the warming glow of the heroin spread out through her soul. She leaned into a dope fiend lean while Lisa got ready to get her fix.
She pulled out her brand new works and got down to work. It had been a minute since she mainlined but it too was like riding a bike. After cooking up a small hit, she ran it up into a syringe through a piece of cotton as a filter. A vein volunteered as soon as she tied off her arm.
“Oh wow,” Lisa exclaimed as the drug coursed through her being. A minute later, she was leaning too.
****
“Um…where the fuck is my Prada pantsuit?” Dasia demanded when a second search of both closets failed to produce it. “My Chanel shit, my Coogi! I’m missing mad shit I know I had!”
“Beats me, I can’t find half my shit either,” Lisa replied. They did so much shopping it was hard to keep track of what they bought. They didn’t even keep track of what they spent or how much was left.
Neither girl could find some of their clothes because they were looking in the wrong place. Now had they searched Rita and Tina’s closets they would have struck pay dirt.
“Fuck it, we some boss bitches! We’ll just go shopping!” Lisa announced because again, it ain’t tricking when it’s somebody else’s money. She pulled the tags off a designer sweat suit and stepped inside of it.
“That’s right!” Dasia co-signed and did the same. “We got any cash?”
“Nah, we gotta stop by the bank,” Lisa replied nonchalantly.
The first stop of the day was the local restaurant that fixed most of their meals. Sure, they spent thousands on pots and pans and gadgets for the kitchen, but no one used them. They always ordered a sampling of everything and ate a sample of all of it. It wasn’t unusual for them to leave a hundred bucks poorer every time they went.
“Better get like ten bands. It’s the weekend, you know we gotta turn up,” Lisa advised when she pulled in front of the bank.
“Shit we better make it fifteen if we tryna turn up!” Dasia replied and hopped out. She knew Lisa’s eyes were glued to her ass so she put a little something on her walk for her.
Dasia filled out a withdrawal slip for fifteen-thousand dollars and got in the long winding line. She felt the flurries of needing a hit while she waited. Lisa did too and took a few bumps in the car. She didn’t dare try to shoot up in public, in broad daylight.
“I’m sorry, there are insufficient funds to cover this,” the pretty teller advised apologetically when Dasia presented the slip.
“Huh? What you tryna say?” she shot back in confusion.
“Insufficient funds? Not enough money,” she said winning the battle not to answer a silly question with a silly answer.
“I got…um? How much do I got?” Dasia frowned.
“Twelve thousand, four hundred, and eighty-two dollars. And thirty cents. Do you need a transaction statement?”
“I guess, anyway, give me twelve thousand then,” she said and adjusted the withdrawal slip. She got the cash and rushed back to the car where Lisa had the dope waiting.
“We running out of cash,” Dasia informed Lisa between snorts. “We may have to sell one of the kilos.”
“Huh!” Lisa exclaimed stopping just short of asking what kilos. She had hit the cocaine so hard only a half a brick was left. “I know some niggas that will buy it. I’ll have them meet us at the club.”
“That’s what’s up. We finna turn up!” Dasia cheered and danced in her seat. Had she paid attention, she would have caught the side eye Lisa gave while she drove.
With the promise of selling a brick for 15 grand, the girls had no problem dropping five thousand at the mall. Dasia bought a thousand dollar Prada pantsuit for the second time. Shoes, blouse, and all the trimmings. Lisa would not be outdone and came up on a designer dress, heels, and purse.
Turn up!
****
Turn up is exactly what they did. First, they turned up in the VIP section of a trendy club. Then they turned up flutes of expensive champagne. Dasia turned up her nose at Tina when she turned up in the exact same Prada set. In her advanced state of inebriation, it didn’t dawn on her that it was stolen from her closet. Nope, she was too busy worrying that they had the same clothes on.
Dasia, Lisa, Tina, Rita, and whoever else happened along took large hits out of a large baggie of cocaine that the girls brought along. Lisa’s friend AJ walked in and scanned the room. They shared a conspiratorial nod and he made his way over.
“Sup Li-Li,” AJ said as he and his partner in crime arrived. “This my man Chase.”
“Sup AJ, this my girl…ok, then,” Lisa said cutting short the introduction when she saw them making goo-goo eyes at each other. Chase was her complexion, six feet tall, and handsome. Just the kind of guy she liked when she liked guys. Lisa felt a stab of jealousy but shook it off. It could actually work in her plan. With her trifling ass.
“This my shit!” Dasia vowed when the DJ flawlessly mixed in Erv-G’s latest banger. She tossed her hands in the air, closed her eyes, and danced in her chair.
“Come on,” Chase said as he pulled her up by her hand. Dasia looked over to Lisa for approval or reaction.
“Go on girl, have fun. Turn up!” she said. Them dancing gave her and AJ a chance to solidify the plan. “You got that?”
“Shole do!” he said eagerly. He couldn’t pass up a deal to trade two ounces of heroin for half a brick of coke.
Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Dasia was getting it in. She ran through a coke-fueled medley of the latest dances while Erv-G spit fire over a thunderous beat. When she spun around to put the booty on him, he grabbed her waist. Dasia felt her panties get wet and knees buckle as he grinded a rock hard erection against her ass. She had had enough. She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back over to the table.
“I’m ready to go,” she demanded. Dasia still gripped Chase’s hand so there would be no misunderstanding of her intentions. She intended to fuck him, plain and simple.
“A one night stand means one night,” Lisa clarified as she stood. The foursome left the club and went out to the parking lot. The boys got in their car and followed the girls to their condo. Once they arrived, Dasia led Chase to the guest room while Lisa and AJ plopped down on the sofa.
“Shit, you may as well let a nigga get a nut too,” AJ reasoned since it was crystal clear what Dasia and Chase were going to do. He pressed the issue by leaning back and pulling his dick out.
“May as well huh?” Lisa said sarcastically and took it in her hand. It responded to her touch and grew hard as she watched. She spit on the swollen head, and then worked it in.
“Sss, go on, put that guy in ya mouth,”
he pleaded desperately.
“Un uh,” she replied and stroked it. She put more saliva on it and used it as lubricant. The long, twisting strokes made his legs rock.
“Shit!” AJ grunted and sent a glob of semen high into the air. She kept on stroking as he erupted onto the coffee table. Kept right on pulling until his spasms came up empty.
“There, you got a nut,” Lisa said and went to wash her hands. In the bedroom, Chase wasn’t getting any resistance.
“Get…this…pussy!” Dasia demanded with each long, hard stroke of Chase’s long, hard dick. She really didn’t have to tell him to because he was doing just fine. She had been so starved for dick that she came every other thrust.
“Mm, mm, mm, hm!” Chase agreed. He snatched his bare dick out of her at the last second and used her juice to stroke himself and bust a nut all over her back.
“Whew, I needed that. You a beast with it,” she complimented.
“Shit, you too! That pussy so good I hate to do this.”
“Do what?” Dasia asked sitting up to talk. His reply came in the form of a hard right hook that knocked her out cold. He snatched the phone cord from the wall and quickly tied her up.
“You straight?” Chase asked as he came out of the room.
“Hell yeah, let’s ride,” AJ said since they’d already made the trade. He and Lisa traded nods of appreciation as he departed.
Lisa locked the door behind the robbers and rushed to open her package. She quickly fixed up a hit in her cooker. After plucking the barrel of the syringe to remove the deadly air bubbles, she eased it into a vein. She felt the effect of the good dope before the plunger reached the bottom.
“Mmm,” Lisa moaned and laid back. She reached between her legs and quickly got herself off, then nodded with the needle still hanging out of her arm.
****
“Lisa! Lisa! Help me!” Dasia yelled when she awoke from the punch. The combination of the blow, other drugs, alcohol, lack of sleep, and turning up had kept her out until the next morning. That meant dope fiend morning sickness along with being tied up.
“Girl what you in here yelling about?” Lisa called out as she came down the hall. “Oh my God! What happened?”