“What I tell you about acting so jealous? Yay-Yay’s family, man." Peter said.
Jazz looked over at her pretty cousin and gave a weak smile.
“Okayyyyy. Don't nobody want Peter but your ass." Yay-Yay lied.
Jazz ignored her comment. Instead, she acknowledged Ken who just stared straight ahead.
“Hey, Ken. How are you?"
“What’s up, Jazz?" He said, getting up.
He was ready to bounce being around the trio. Peter, Yay-Yay, and Jazz aggravated the fuck out of him. For one, Yay and Pete were scandalous, and for two, Jazz was dumb as hell. How in the fuck she can't see the two are making a fool of her?
"Alright, homey, get at me. I'm about to have Yay make a few drops."
"Where?" Kendrick replied.
“Them niggas in Pasadena want some, some niggas on the Eastside of LA, and some bitches she know in Watts. And then the regular at the club."
Ken nodded his head as if he was agreeing, walked off the porch, hopped in his Lexus and rolled off. He needed to go check on his mother. She recently found out his father was cheating and she had been flipping ever since. Ken was meaning to get at Pete about him and his mother leaving to go out of town to stay with her sister for a while; maybe while he was out there helping his moms get settled in he could set up shop , and expand their business, but it slipped his mind. Blame it on the weed.
Kendrick and Peter were hustlers on the rise. They were clocking, just them two by selling X pills; ones that they made themselves. If the two would have used their brain and went to college and studied medicine, they could have easily made money from the government or some non
profit organization with a legit gig. I guess it’s true what they say, people can be so smart their actions prove their really stupid. Maybe not; at the rate they were going and the plans Kendrick had, they would probably be making more money than those clowns on Wall Street. If they didn't sleep on them heartless ass triplets: Grimy, Salty, and Envious.
"Come give your man a kiss." Peter told Jazz.
She smiled, walked over and kissed her baby on the lips. She loved his funny looking self and he loved her pretty ass. No matter how much he cheated on her, no one could take Jazz’s place. She was one-of-a-kind. The other broads he dealt with were just a fuck. As he kissed Jazz, he rubbed his hand from the center of her back and stopped right before he touched her behind. That part right there pissed Yay-Yay off. In her eyes he gave Jazz too much respect. He treated Jazz like she was a princess or some shit. That bitch think she hot shit. Only if she knew. Yay-Yay thought.
Peter whispered in Jazz’s ear. Before she went in the house to wait on Peter in his room, like she was asked, she turned toward Yay-Yay.
"Be careful out there; k?"
Jazz was sincere; she loved her cousin even if Yay acted like she hated her.
"Bitch I'm good dang. I know what the fuck I'm doing; that's why Peter has me on his team.”
"I know Yay-Yay; I just be worried about you. You drinking and already high, you gotta be careful."
Yay stood up.
"Peter tell your girl that you got a thorough bitch to handle what she can't."
This bitch always trying to start some shit. That’s what good dick will do to you. Peter thought.
"What the hell does that mean? ” Jazz asked defensively.
"Sometimes I think I'm auntie’s daughter. She gets hers like I get mine. We don’t wait on nobody to give us shit. I tell you about fake bitches."
"Well that's a pretty fucked up thing to say. Because I chose not to risk my life by doing illegal things I'm a fake? What the hell ever, Yalanda."
"Come on y'all cut that out." Peter intervened.
"Say no more.” Jazz said, walking into the house and slamming the door behind her.
She couldn’t understand why her cousin always threw salt at her.
Peter looked at Yay-Yay;
“You always starting shit. Come and get this shit."
Yay licked her tongue out at him and followed him in the house.
“Wait in the den.” Peter told Yay-Yay. “I’ll be right back let me check on her.”
Peter walked in the room and checked on Jazz; she was laid across the bed turning the channel and talking on the phone. He climbed onto the bed; she opened her legs allowing him to rest there. Then with his tongue he began licking on her belly ring. Jazz knew what was about to go down, and no way did she want Laurie, her good friend to hear.
“Laurie I’ll call you back. My boo wants some attention. I promise I will be at practice tomorrow. I just missed my boo this weekend and I had to see him. Don’t whatever me. Now bye.” Jazz ended the call.
She sat her cell next to her on the bed. She then began to rub in Peter’s curly hair. Moaning softly as he licked her belly button, he worked his way up to her breast. She pulled his head up and kissed him.
“I love you babe”, She whispered.
“I love you too.” He said.
Peter was hard as a rock.
“Take off your clothes.”
Jazz got up and took her clothes off. Peter stared at Jazz’s perfect body. He licked his lips.
“I can’t wait to make love to you.” Peter told her.
“Two months, only two months and I’m all yours.” She said with a smile.
Jazz lay on the bed with her legs open waiting for Peter to take her to another world. She wouldn’t allow Peter to make love to her, she promised herself that she would wait until she was at least eighteen, but that didn’t stop her from allowing Peter to pleasure her with his tongue. It was his idea, and when she finally gave in, she was glad she did. He licked her in spots that her fingers never found and she was convinced that it was okay. It had to be oaky because that shit felt good as hell. Peter had been pleasuring Jazz for three months and she loved it. Like always, Jazz was either in another zone once Peter got
her to her climax or she was fast asleep. Luckily, this time she was fast asleep because Peter had a nut to bust.
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Meeting in the next room
Peter pushed Yay-Yay toward the couch roughly, “turn around and bend over.” He told her. She did. He then lifted up her skirt.
“You got a pretty ass.” He said, rubbing on her ass and kissing on her neck.
Why can’t I resist this nigga? Yay-Yay thought as she felt her body yearning to feel Peter inside of her. Because of the money and the dick; yes, that's it!
Peter rubbed his hard pipe up and down Yay-Yay’s clit ready to enter.
“Damn you wet. You want this dick don’t you?”
“Mmmmm hummm….” Yay moaned.
Peter quickly entered in Yay-Yay’s warm volt and they both let out a moan.
“Shh….” Peter said as he covered Yay-Yay’s mouth.
He knew it was feeling good to her like it was to him, and he liked when she moaned, but he be damned if he let Jazz hear.
“This is some good pussy.” Peter whispered as he banged Yay-Yay from the back.
Yay-Yay began contracting her muscles, she knew Peter couldn’t take it when she did that, and would normally call her name in pleasure. And that’s what she wanted. But she was fooled this time; that nigga was scared that he would wake Jazz up. Instead, he sucked on her neck, making a hickey, and pumped faster and faster until he nutted all in her. They both collapsed on the couch. Normally after a good fuck they would chill and smoke, but of course this time they couldn’t because Jazz was in the other room, plus Yay-Yay had work to do. Peter got up, pulled up his pants, went to his stash, came back and handed Yay-Yay 500 X pills to deliver.
“Call Kendrick when you’re done; he’ll either meet you, or come pick up the money.”
“Why because you and Jazz going to be kicking it tonight?” she said with an attitude.
“Man, be quiet.” He said, he then kissed her on the mouth and walked toward the door. That was her cue to shake the spot. She held her hand out. Peter shook his head, went in his pockets, an
d like always broke Yay-Yay off.
“Thanks.” She said, as she walked toward door.
“For what?” He wanted his ego struck.
“The money and the nut.” She said and walked out the house.
Once Yay-Yay was gone, Peter went in the bathroom, took a shower and went to go cuddle with Jazz.
Flashback
Three months ago
Peter, Kendrick, and a few of their homeboys from their Car Club were hanging in the parking lot of the skating rink. Skate Depot in Cerritos was the spot. That’s where the dudes would go: mostly car clubs to show off their rides, see who played the loudest music, dressed the best, and picked up the most females. The gold diggers hoped to get picked up by a nigga with some dollars. That’s the only reason Yay-Yay hung out there. Besides getting money and looking good; fine ass niggas was the reason she enjoyed life. Anyway, Yay was chilling the entire night, never tripping off Peter or Kendrick who she had noticed earlier that day. For one, she didn’t like Ken because he dissed her, second, Peter was stuck on her little cousin now that she didn’t want him, and lastly, there were plenty of other dudes out there that Yay was interested in. Peter couldn’t help it, he tried to ignore her, but he couldn’t; Yay was just so damn sexy to him. He watched her damn near all night. Yay caught him a few times staring, but didn’t trip; she was used to it. It wasn’t until she smelled the Kush aroma coming from Peter’s direction that she decided to make her way over there.
“What’s up y’all?” She said to the crowd that was standing with Peter.
Everybody spoke but Kendrick. He continued talking to the shorty that was with him.
“What up, Yay, you wanna hit this?” Peter said offering Yay the blunt.
Once she took the blunt from his hands, he then made small talk with her.
“What you doing up here?” Peter asked.
“Chilling like everybody else.” She replied.
“Who you with?”
“My home girl, Paris.”
“The one that work at the club with you?”
“Yeah, Peter, you know P works at the club.”
“Oh. What you got going for tomorrow?”
“Damn, can I get through with today? What's up with all these questions? I can't even get high good.”
“My bad.”
Silence.......
“Why you didn’t go to the Bahamas with Jazz and her momma?”
Yay was about to snap on his ass, but the question threw her off.
“The Bahamas?”
“You didn't know? It was a graduation gift from her father.”
Yay was heated in the inside, but she played it off.
“I thought they were going to Jamaica. They went to the Bahamas?” Was the only thing she could think of to say.
Silence.....
“You alright?” He asked.
“I’m good.”
All the time she was thinking in her mind how dirty Jazz and her aunt were for not inviting her. Her aunt knew that her own mother would never spend any time with her or take her any place, they didn’t get along and plus her mother has a pill addiction that takes all her money. Since Yay could remember, ever where she went…Amusement parks, Las Vegas, Atlanta, Walt Disney World she, her aunt, and when Jazz’s father was out, they all did those things together like a family. Secretly, she was heartbroken and wondered why they left her out. She thought about not talking to Jazz for a good while. Well, until she needed something. Her not talking to Jazz was the reason she missed out on the trip. Jazz had called her for a week straight and Yay never returned her call, so she invited her best friend, Laurie. Although it was Yay-Yay’s fault that she missed the trip, Jazz would still have to pay for it. She wanted revenge.
“What are you smiling at?” Peter asked Yay.
“I'm high, that's all. I always smile when I am high.”
She was smiling because she came up with the perfect idea and Peter was going to help it play out. She would hook Peter up with her friend Paris, and she would get another chance at getting at Ken. So that night she and her friend Paris told Peter it would be a grand idea that the four of them went back to his house, but Kendrick declined; that left the three of them.
When they got to Peter's the girls took off their shoes and made themselves comfortable, per, Peter's request. After their first drink, Paris asked Peter could she buy a pill from him. Just like they knew he would, Peter said that she didn’t have to buy it.
“Y’all company. Whatever y’all want it’s on me.”, were his exact words.
That was all she wrote. They had drinks, weed, and Peter and Paris popped at least two pills that night. Peter even ordered Denny’s to go. They chilled and kicked it until Yay’s plan went into motion. Paris seduced Peter, which wasn’t hard to do. He already told the girls that Jazz wasn’t giving him none. They used that to their advantage. After Paris’ lap dances she could see Peter’s erection through his pants. “Let me help with that,” she said and dropped to her knees, pulled out his rock hard pipe, and put it in her mouth. He was in La La Land. Watching Paris suck off Peter turned Yay-Yay on and she decided to join. Yay started her foreplay with Paris. She sucked on her breast and played with her hotbox. Paris and Yay switched positions; Paris was licking Yay’s juices while Yay blew on Peter’s balls. Peter loved that because that’s who he wanted anyway. Once the foreplay was over, the three freaked on each other all night. Peter couldn't wait to show Ken the tape he secretly made of him having the time of his life. The next morning they woke up to breakfast in bed and a fat blunt. After Paris ate breakfast she had to run. Her babysitter needed her to pick up her baby. Peter called a cab for her. Yay stayed; Peter had offered to take her shopping and a trip to Catalina if she did. The nigga was a trick. For Yay, he was just what the doctor ordered. When her and Peter’s weekend was over, Yay was in love with her cousin's man’ sex game and his fat pockets. Peter was in love with the fact that he was able to suck, fuck and spend time with one of the baddest bitches in L.A. It didn’t take long before Yay was spoiled by Peter. She even began to have a little feelings for him. She would get jealous if he would flirt with his other workers and she hated the way he treated Jazz like she was a princess. Peter was feeling her too but not to a point where he wanted to wife her or nothing like that. She was a fine bitch to fuck, chill, and work with. But the shit was getting out of hand, Yay was being too bossy. She was beginning to act like she owned him, and it started to seem as if she didn’t care that Jazz found out. He had to cut the tramp off soon. But did he have the willpower?
“What’s done in the dark shall come to the light.”
Chapter 2
The sun peeped into her blinds and chirps from the birds that sat in the big oak tree by her window sang their famous happy melody; this was mother nature’s way of letting Jazz know that she was blessed to live another day. "Wake up beautiful it’s time for school." Jazz’s pink, talking alarm clock repeated twice before she reached over and pushed snooze. She lay there for a few more minutes before she rose to sit up in her full size canopy bed. She looked up to the heavens, "Thank you, Jesus, for keeping my mommy safe last night." Jazz knew it was the grace of God that saved her mother from the dangerous lifestyle in which she lived. She learned that God was almighty by going to church with her grandmother on Sundays. Unlike her mother, Jazz knows God is the reason. Pam, her mom, just thought she was a bitch that couldn't be touched and that was the reason she was able to live the life in which she lived. Jazz hoped that one day her mother would realize that prayer is the reason she was kept another night from facing a tragic ending.
It was about 9:00pm when Jazz came home from her friend’s house. Her mother and her date for the night were just leaving. Normally, Pam would meet her sponsors at the location they chose to handle their dealing, but her car was being serviced and she had no other choice; Pam wasn't missing any money. Jazz was two months shy of turning eighteen, which meant surprise party, and that was going to cost money. She goes a
ll out for her baby girl. And then there was the payment due at the dance school Jazz attends. Not to mention her other monthly bills. Her husband, Jazz’s daddy, is in jail; he sends money for the mortgage every month, but that’s it. He has been tripping ever since his mother told him she saw Pam leaving from a hotel room with a man. Pam didn't see her that day, but she did see her the next day when she was checking in with another dude. Her mother-in-law was staying at the hotel for some church convention. Since then, every time she asks him for money, he tells her to get it from the niggas she’s fucking, so she does. He wasn't talking that shit when she had to do what she did to save his life. She has to live with that night for the rest of her life.
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