Dope Girl 4: R. I. P.

by Sa'id Salaam

  “So Trigga, you have a girlfriend?” Anna enquired. “Don’t answer. It doesn’t matter.”

  “Actually, I do,” he said proudly.

  “And selling cocaine benefits her, no?” she asked making her point.

  “Here’s the money,” Trigga said putting the bag of cash on the glass table.

  “The stuff is in my bedroom,” she said and stood. This time when the robe opened, she didn’t bother to close it. She watched his eyes trace her breasts, hard stomach, and down to the thin strip of brown pubic hair over her vagina.

  Trigga sighed deeply when she turned and walked away. She switched her ass as an invitation and he stood up and followed. He remorsefully entered the bedroom recalling Cameisha’s demand to do what he had to do. Anna was right, Meisha did benefit from him selling coke.

  Anna dropped the robe proving Latin girls have an ass too. She gave him a peek at her freshly trimmed vagina as she climbed on the bed. It worked exactly as she planned and he was rock hard when he reached her. They made eye contact as Anna unzipped his jeans and put the erection in her mouth.

  He was so excited he fought not to cum as soon as he entered her hot mouth. He fought the good fight but still lost. Anna held him in place when he exploded. The normally reserved girl planned to do all the freaky stuff she saw in the pornos she secretly watched.

  “Shit! Mm, shit!” Trigga moaned and shook as she milked him dry. She held on until the spasms ceased then crawled backwards on the bed. She spread her legs wide, tacitly saying ‘My turn.’

  Trigga stripped and climbed between her legs. He had been with his share of women but all of them black. He took a minute to marvel at the new flavor of vagina. Anna couldn’t wait another second and pulled his face into her throbbing box. Trigga knew a lot was on the line and put on. He twirled his tongue well enough to make a tornado jealous. Anna bucked and jumped with every lick. When her curses went from English to Spanish, he knew he had her.

  “Sss!” Anna hissed and lifted off the bed as she came. Trigga clamped his lips on hers and went with her.

  He didn’t even let her recover from the violent orgasm before shoving himself inside her. Fucking her period was wrong, but raw made it worse. Only her vagina was far too hot and tight to worry about that right then.

  Anna tried to run from the dick but Trigga wouldn’t hear of it. She wanted to get fucked, so she was getting fucked. He held her firmly in place with one hand on her hip and the other on her ankle. She had no choice except multiple orgasms. It was over an hour later when he snatched himself out and skeeted on her stomach.

  “I gotta go,” he announced and jumped up. Trigga looked around and found the bathroom. He rushed in before he ended up inside of her again. He wisely avoided her frilly, fruity body wash and just used the hot water. After washing their cum off he dried off and went back in the room.

  Anna was still in bed in case he wanted more. She was raw down there, but he could still have it if he wanted it. He didn’t. Didn’t even look at her as he put his clothes back on.

  “I gotta go. The money is on the table,” he repeated.

  “Oh, ok!” Anna sighed, giggled, and got up. She sashayed over to her closet and gave him another look at her ass and vagina as she picked up the bag containing the four kilos.

  “Can I get ten next time?” Trigga asked as he marveled at the pretty cocaine. It was so pure he could smell it though the wrapper.

  “I don’t know, can you?” she teased. “You keep doing it like you did and you can get a hundred!”

  “I can use a hundred,” he nodded. He and Cameisha planned to stack five million and retire. That would put them right there.

  “My cousin Juan has more than that,” Anna admitted. All that dick in her made her lose her mind and run her mouth. “He has been avoiding me for a month but I’ll go to one of the stash houses and get whatever you want. Ok papi?”

  “Uh, sure,” Trigga said ignoring her lovesick kisses as he went towards the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  “Ok papi. Good night, drive safe, can’t wait to see you, miss…” Anna rambled until Trigga was out of sight. As soon as he was, he pulled his phone and made a call.

  “Boy I got us a lick!” he exclaimed when Troy picked up.

  Chapter 27

  “A-yo, what’s wrong with you?” Meisha asked from beneath her mask. She and Trigga had been sharing space at the stove cooking crack for an hour and he hadn’t said a word. He should have been happy about the score but was withdrawn and sullen.

  “Huh? Me? Nothing! I ain’t did nothing!” he vowed from under his own surgical mask. Fucking Anna was eating him alive and to make matters worse, he might have to do it again. He hated that he’d enjoyed it so much.

  “Ok…” Meisha replied. “I’m here for you if you need me. Love you.”

  The words felt like a stake through his heart. Even after she finished cooking her lone kilo, she helped him with his. They stood at the stove until the crack of dawn cooking crack. The couple cuddled when they finally hit the bed. A few hours later, they got back up to make their rounds.

  Self was in the window looking like a child home alone. Cameisha couldn’t help but laugh when she pulled up. She mused to herself that if he had a tail it would be wagging. She looked both ways before getting out of the car with the dope. The coast was clear, but she still walked briskly to the apartment.

  “You right on time ma!” Self cheered as he let her in. Angel smiled excitedly by his side looking like she wanted to clap.

  “Sup yo, hey chica,” Meisha greeted with a smile of her own.

  “Tell her, tell her!” Angel bounced.

  “Tell me what?” she asked turning to Self. He was supposed to be relaying the good news.

  “Guess what?” Self asked smugly since he had a secret.

  “No,” Cameisha refused with a laugh. “Just tell me.”

  “I’m pregnant!” Angel blurted as soon as Self opened his mouth.

  “Say word! My little brudda gon’ be a daddy,” she teased and mussed his hair.

  “Chill,” he cheesed looking his age as he ducked bashfully.

  “Congrats lil’ mama,” Meisha sang spreading her arms. Angel’s eyes grew as wide as her smile and she ran over into the embrace.

  “Thank you,” she sang.

  “You’re welcome. Let me talk to my brother for a minute please.”

  “Ok,” Angel squeezed past her smile. Once they separated, she excused herself and ran up the stairs. Cameisha waited until she was in the room before speaking.

  “Sup with that other situation?” she asked low enough that the fly on the wall couldn’t hear it. That way it couldn’t testify about the impending murder, they were discussing.

  “I’m on it. I’ll be done before the weekend is out. I’m finna pick up my little whip in a few.”

  “Finna? Boy yo’ ass is getting county as hell!” she teased. That set off a friendly banter as they got down to work. The two of them cut and bagged G-packs until Bad Ass came in and made it a threesome.

  “Boy you right on time!” Bad Ass exclaimed when he saw the pile of crack on the table. He planted a kiss on Meisha’s cheek and handed over a bag of cash.

  Cameisha got up so Bad Ass could take over while she counted the cash. That reminded Self and he rushed upstairs to get the rest of the money. Even after the robbery, they made plenty of dough. They were not the only ones.

  ****

  “Sho-nuff!” Troy replied incredulously as Trigga tried to recount the episode with Anna. Tried to, because Troy was stuck on the sex part.

  Trigga was trying to get to the part about Juan and the stash house but his friend wanted a blow by blow about the sex. The robbery could wait; he had a more pressing question.

  “Them Spanish chicks’ pussy as hot as they say it is?” Troy asked pursing his lips skeptically.

  “All pussy is the sa…nah, that shit was hot!” Trigga admitted. “Still, I can’t believe I cheated on my girl. That sh
it ain’t cool.”

  “Shit happens shawty. I accidently fucked a whole family,” Troy consoled.

  “Yeah, I guess. I mean, wait…what? How you accidently fuck a whole family?” he had to know.

  “Well, I fucked this young girl, then her sister. They mama found out when they fought over me. She comes over calling herself checking me. I listened to what she had to say then fucked her too. Fucked her sister and her kids. Fucked…”

  “Good thang they ain’t had no brothers,” Trigga jumped in. He tried to keep a straight face but Troy’s reaction cracked him up.

  “No homo shawty! Anyway, it was an accident. I ain’t mean to fuck ‘em all,” he said and joined the laughter.

  "Now comes the good part!"

  “The good, hot Mexican pussy wasn’t the good part!” Troy shot back. Trigga could only shake his head at his friend.

  “Shawty said she got a cousin name Juan who got that work.”

  “Same Juan beefing with your girl? Same one who kilt Samantha?” Troy demanded.

  “I’on know. He getting robbed either way,” Trigga assured him.

  “If it is he getting robbed and kilt!” Troy vowed.

  “Fo’ sho! In the meanwhile, we gonna clean them stash houses out. I’m just hoping I ain’t gotta fuck that chick no more.”

  “I’ll fuck her!” Troy volunteered like he knew he would.

  “I know you will. I should’ve put you on her in the first place,” Trigga said in hindsight. “They still getting robbed though.”

  ****

  “So what yo’ girl gon’ say? Or should I say baby mama,” Leera dared as she slid into the passenger seat of Self’s new, used car. It was the same question she asked every dude she fucked behind their girl’s back. It was purely rhetorical since she didn’t give a fuck. "She gon’ be mad."

  “Probably, if you run back and tell her,” Self shot back. He pulled his car away from the curb and headed out of the complex. He drove at a quick clip to reduce the amount of people who could see her. After all, it would be the last time she was seen alive.

  “Anyway,” she giggled like it was a joke. “I’m glad y’all stopped blaming me for Boobie n’dem. You heard him and Suspect got kilt!”

  “Nah, I ain’t heard that,” he replied. He didn’t need to since he did it. “Probably them Jamaicans.”

  “That’s what I heard too!” Leera lied and a rumor was born. She immediately shot a text out repeating what she’d heard. Self pulled the phone from her hand and tossed it in the backseat. The last thing he needed was her last communication saying she was with him.

  “Oh, you want some attention huh?” she laughed and reached over to his lap. She fondled his dick through his jeans making it hard. “He likes me.”

  “He remembers that mouth,” Self said hoping for a little head.

  “Hmm,” she hummed wickedly then gave him a little head.

  Self drove into the dark park and parked. He reached into the backseat and grabbed the length of cord. After slipping it over her head, he snatched it tight. Just in time too because another minute and her mouth would have been filled with his DNA.

  Leera grabbed at the cord as it cut off her air. She fought and kicked to stay alive but it wouldn’t be enough. Self grunted as he literally choked her to death. He held on a full minute after her spirit left her body.

  Self checked his surroundings once again before getting out. He checked once more as he came around the car. He pulled Leera’s empty shell out and dragged her away. He carefully wiped her cellphone before tossing it as well. Three down, none to go.

  Chapter 28

  Breathe girl, Dasia mentally reminded herself. She had so much strange dick in her mouth she struggled for air. She managed to stay alive by taking sips of air into her nostrils. Luckily, for her it was one of those short, thick dicks. Had it been as long as it was wide she would have been brain damaged.

  That’s not to say that her brain hadn’t already been damaged over the last few months of being a heroin addict. Before that, it was coke, weed, and alcohol. She’d turned her life into a drug slalom.

  There’s a village in every junkie’s life named Rock Bottom. Every junkie will visit there at least once in their junkie career. No one actually lives there because it’s not habitable. It’s a catalyst that either corrects or kills. It’s where Dasia and Lisa rented a room in a rundown hotel.

  The North Rock motel was affectionately known as the Rocks off Inn. Home of the drive through blowjob. With so many junkie whores, they had to be creative to steer dicks into their rotten mouths and beat up boxes. Rooms rented by the month, week, day, hour, and the ever popular ‘coupla minutes.’

  That is where the girls retreated to once they fucked up all the money Dasia stole from her friends. They lost the condo, sold the car, and fucked that money up too. Rita and Tina stole all their clothes and were now the flyest girls in town.

  This motel was where the bottom of the barrel dope fiends distributed STDs. The joint contained more viruses and bacteria than the CDC. Both Dasia and Lisa contracted HIV but neither would live long enough to die from it. In fact, they wouldn’t live long enough to even get sick. Both caught it from either the dirty dicks or contaminated needles they allowed in their bodies every day.

  “Mm, mm, mm,” the person attached to the penis in Dasia’s mouth moaned as he short stroked her face. He increased his pace signaling that the end was near. One more thrust and he filled her mouth with salty semen. She swallowed, stood, and went for the works.

  Lisa stared straight up at the ceiling as a strange man stroked her insides. She was far too preoccupied with thoughts of getting high to acknowledge him. He too went into overdrive then went stiff as he came inside her. His semen joined deposits from three other men inside her rental vagina.

  “Get up!” Lisa demanded pushing him off and rolling from under him. A glob of cum dropped out of her floppy vagina as she jumped to her feet. She stood over Dasia eagerly and awaited her turn with the syringe.

  Dasia was forced to learn to cook and shoot her own dope during one of Lisa’s frequent disappearing acts. She often left for days at a time chasing sacks.

  “Hurr up,” Lisa ordered as Dasia filled the dull, dirty needle. She just ignored her and found a vein to use.

  “Mmm,” Dasia moaned as if having an orgasm as she injected the dope into her soul. She went into a nod with the needle still in her arm. It wasn’t there long because Lisa snatched it out. Not before drawing a little blood in case it still had dope in it. Yeah, it was that bad.

  Lisa fixed up a shot of her own and ran it into a vein. She rocked to and fro as if listening to a soft jazz solo. A second later, she was nodding next to Dasia.

  Life as a drug addict is a vicious cycle. Much like a tornado, violent and short lived. Once the high wore off, they would go off in search of the next. They were like hunters except their prey was penises. Once they trapped one, they made it hard, then soft again for a small fee.

  It’s a hell of a way to live. Good thing it was almost over.

  ****

  Mo felt his dick getting harder with every step he took towards a good nut. Bilal had recently began to throw it back. He only did it to hurry the man up, but Mo loved it. Even the man had acquiesced to murder he still raped him daily. He lied to Suave and kept right on fucking the man. And since boy pussy doesn’t get a menstrual cycle poor Bilal didn’t get a reprieve. Until that day that is.

  “You ready for me sugar?” Mo sang as he barged into Bilal’s cell without asking. Bilal frowned at the intrusion that bothered him almost as much as the man barging into his anus.

  “As a matter of fact I am ready for you today,” Bilal replied. Had Mo not been such a scumbag pervert he would have heard the danger in his tone.

  “Oh, you finally ready to give up them pretty lips huh?” Mo asked as Bilal knelt in front of him. Bilal replied by tugging his sweatpants down.

  “Step out and open your legs,” he directed. Mo quickly com
plied in preparation for some head. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back when Bilal lifted his sack. Should have kept them open and looked down so he could see what was coming.

  Bilal pulled a huge shank and rammed it up Mo’s ass as hard as he could. Mo was in so much pain he couldn’t even yell. His mouth opened wide but nothing came out. Bilal stood and snatched the blade forward ripping through his scrotum and nearly severing his penis from the base.

  “What did you do?” Mo pleaded as his testicles dropped out and dangled from the cord. He had his hands full trying to keep his package all together.

  “Why, I’m killing you,” Bilal replied politely. He then stuck him in his throat not so politely. Over, and over, he stabbed his neck. When Mo went down, he went with him, still sticking. “My brother wanted a killer, now he has one!”

  Some of the inmates loyal to Suave heard the commotion and went to investigate. None of them wanted to try to deal with that knife so they called for help.

  “Go get Lucy!” one yelled for the cop on Suave’s payroll.

  “What y’all got going on now?” the crooked corrections officer asked when she arrived. They pointed in the cell where Bilal had nearly decapitate Mo, twice. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Get him to the shower!”

  At Lucy’s direction, the crew got Bilal cleaned up. When she called the code, her fellow officers came running. In the end, the murder was put on a rival crewmember. The knife and bloody clothes were found under his bed where Lucy put them. It was big news all over the prison, but even bigger when Suave got it.

  ****

  “My brother? Bilal? You sure? My brother?” Suave kept repeating when Lucy relayed the day’s events. “My brother?”

  “Yeah yeah, yeah! Your brother! Dude lost his mind. We got him in an observation room now but he’s ok,” she reported.

  “Take him the phone. I wanna speak to him,” he ordered. Lucy was an employee so she followed orders and took him the phone.

  “Bilal,” Lucy offered softly when she entered the room. “Your brother is on the phone.”