Street Chronicles Girls in the Game

by Nikki Turner

  “Come on, baby, just let me eat your pussy,” Leonard begged Tahj as they parked in front of her house. Lee was out of town. He had been gone for three days and was due back that night. Tahj knew he had probably been craving her while he was gone, so she had to keep it fresh and tight for him.

  So when Leonard called her the night before on her cell phone to let her know that he would be in town the next day, she knew it wasn't going to be a big payday, since she wasn't going to fuck him.

  Tahj had hooked up with Leonard once before. He lived in Dayton, Ohio, but had people in Cleveland, so he shot through town here and there. A month earlier Tahj had met him at a gas station. He was pushin’ a bumblebee-yellow-and-black, tricked-out Hummer H2. The nigga had more gems in his mouth than Mike Jones. Tahj knew off the bat that he wasn't no bailer, that he was a man about business who just liked to come out and play every now and then. He didn't have that it factor that a bailer had. He didn't have the stance or swagger that Tahj could now detect a mile away.

  It turned out that Leonard owned a graphics design company. He had started the business by himself right after he graduated college, and now he had a partner and seven permanent full-time employees. He also had three college interns working for him. He was a different class of man, and Tahj liked that about him. She found herself hanging on to his every word. Most niggas only talked about weight they had moved or niggas they had put to sleep, but Leonard actually had interesting conversation. But no matter what a nigga had to say during dinner, at the end of the night they all ending up saying the same thing, begging for some pussy.

  Tonight Tahj had enjoyed dinner with Leonard, where she let her mouthpiece get a couple grand out of him. She told him that she was interested in what he did for a living and wanted to start taking classes at the local community college to learn how to do what he did. After several drinks and several bats of Tahj's eyes, he was forking over the money to the girl sitting across the table from him who he thought would become his prodigy.

  After dinner Leonard offered to get a suite so that the two of them could chill, but Tahj declined. But that didn't keep him from begging her the entire ride to her house. Once he realized that taking Tahj back to a hotel for a heated night of sexual pleasure wasn't on the menu, he resorted to begging her to allow him to eat her out. He knew he gave good head. He had made many a woman quiver. He felt that getting Tahj all hot and bothered with his tongue action would land him some pussy in the end.

  “Come on, baby,” Leonard begged one final time as they pulled up in front of Tahj's house. “Just let me taste you.”

  “No, no, my brotha,” Tahj said. ”I know how that goes. If I let you eat my pussy, then you gonna expect me to suck your dick or let you fuck me. Thanks, but no thanks. I'm straight on that shit.”

  Tahj grabbed the handle to open the car door. Leonard snatched her arm.

  “Muthafucka, if you don't get your hands off of me …” Tahj said through gritted teeth as her heart began to race. She didn't know what this nigga was about to try to do, but damn, he could have his money back. Two thousand dollars wasn't worth getting her pussy stole on.

  Leonard apologetically released her arm. “I'm sorry, baby. But I'm serious. Just let me taste you. That's all I want. You won't regret it.”

  Tahj sat and thought for a minute, trying to come up with a lie. “Naw, it's late, and I gotta go to work tomorrow.”

  “Fuck work! What they pay you? I got you,” Leonard said as he pulled out a wad of cash and started peeling bills off into Tahj's lap. Tahj felt like she was in Vegas and had just hit the jackpot.

  This desperate prick, Tahj thought as she stared at Leonard, and couldn't help but laugh at how much he reminded her of the big, black, buff, desperate dude in the movie White Chicks.

  Tahj contemplated as bills filled her lap. She waited until it looked as though Leonard had reached his spending limit before giving in.

  “You really wanna taste me that much?” Tahj said seductively.

  “Damn, skippy,” he said, leaning in, licking his lips.

  Tahj thought for another moment as she collected the money from her lap. “Okay, then,” she said, shoving the money down into her Prada bag, which she thought was ugly, but had bought for the name. “Eat up!”

  Leonard groaned as he roughly grabbed Tahj's knees and turned her toward him. She leaned her back against the door as Leonard yanked off her hot-pink thong, put her legs over his shoulders, and immediately went to work. Right off the bat Tahj began squirming. Leonard's tongue skills were unbelievable. His tongue felt as long as a dick thrashing in and out of her pussy. After only seconds of Leonard's hot, steamy breath and soft tongue plucking at Tahj's clit, causing her head to fall back against the window, she spurted down his throat. That made Leonard go to work even more. Tahj was all caught up in the feeling until her cell phone started ringing. She reached for her purse.

  “Baby, fuck that phone,” Leonard pleaded, still licking.

  “Umm, I gotta answer it,” Tahj moaned. “It might be my dude.”

  No, this ho didn't, Leonard thought. He wanted to pause and let her words register, but he didn't want her to think he was some rudy-poo Negro sprung over no young chick.

  “Hello,” Tahj said into the phone, her voice dragging, as she was in complete feel-good mode, high off of Leonard's flickering tongue against her clit.

  “What's up, li'l mama?” Lee said into the phone.

  “Oh, hey, baby,” Tahj said slowly.

  Leonard knew that she was talking to a dude, but that only motivated him to go to work even harder.

  “Was you asleep?” Lee asked, noticing Tahj's moaning slur.

  “No, I'm fine. What's up?”

  “I'm heading back to the city,” Lee said. “It's gon’ be a couple hours, but I wanted to know if you needed anything. You want me to stop and get you something to eat?”

  “No, I'm good,” Tahj replied. That was just like Lee. He never walked through the door without checking first to see if his woman needed anything. “Yeah, as a matter of fact. Stop and get me some White Castles. I want four cheese Castles, an onion chip, and red pop. Can you do that for me, baby?”

  “Anything for you,” Lee said sincerely.

  “All right then. I'll see you later on,” Tahj said, jerking as Leonard hit that spot. “I'll be waiting on you.”

  Lee smiled, ‘cause he knew what time it was. His baby knew how to take care of him. She never made excuses about headaches, that time of the month, or that she was tired. She treated loving from her man as if wasn't nothing better in the world than his lovin'. “I love you,” Lee said.

  “I love you, too,” Tahj said as Leonard sucked on her clit like he was trying to inhale it.

  “By the way, why you ain't answer the home phone?”

  Tahj's eyes got wide. She had to be quick on her feet. “ ‘Cause I left the cordless off the charger downstairs and I didn't feel like running down there when I heard it ringing.” Quickly changing the subject, Tahj said, “Baby, wait till you see what I bought you when I went shopping. I bought me some of the cutest stuff, too, but you are going to absolutely love what I bought you.” Tahj knew damn well she had taken the three thousand dollars Lee had given her to go shopping, spent a hundred on a pair of pajamas for him, and had deposited the rest into her bank account.

  “That's my baby,” Lee said. “Always looking out for me.”

  “You know it,” Tahj said, thrusting her pussy into Leonard's mouth.

  “Well, I'll see you in a bit. Peace out.”

  “Peace,” Tahj said, hanging up the phone and turning her attention back to Leonard, who was looking up at her as he plunged his tongue in and out of her.

  “You love that nigga, huh?” he asked. “But do he make you feel like this? Can he do this shit right here?”

  Leonard cupped Tahj's ass cheeks in the palm of his hands and pulled her to his face as he went crazy in her stuff. He acted as if he were at a watermelon-eating contest with Ta
hj's pussy. Tahj couldn't even control herself as she started to explode. She didn't know if she was cummin’ or pissin'.

  “Oh, shit,” Tahj roared. “Oh, shit! Damn.”

  “Um, hmm. Um, hmm,” Leonard said, still eating Tahj, but managing to pull his dick out of his pants and start stroking it. “Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah.”

  Tahj grabbed Leonard's head and began ramming it into her pussy, making his mouth thrash harder and harder against her clit. “Oh, Leonard,” she caught herself yelling. No, this mgga didn’t make me scream out his name, she thought as she gripped his head and prepared to cum again.

  “Ummm. Ummm. Ummm,” he moaned as he jacked off while eating her pussy.

  “Oh, yeah,” Tahj said, closing her eyes. “Oh, yeah. Oh, shit!” she shouted as she exploded once again down Leonard's throat.

  “Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah,” Leonard said as he threw his head back and proceeded to nut in his hand. He sat there trembling as he jerked.

  Tahj was speechless. No one had ever made her feel that good—ever. Neither a tongue nor a dick had pleased her the way Leonard had. It was a feeling she wanted the world to know about.

  “Damn, baby,” Tahj moaned. “That shit was off the hook.”

  “Umm, you taste so good,” Leonard said, licking his lips. “Just like I knew you would.”

  “Baby, I hope you don't mind,” Tahj said, “but I got to call my girl up and tell her about this.”

  Leonard smiled at Tahj's cute remark—until she actually got her phone out and started dialing.

  “Hey, Keisha,” Tahj said into her cell phone. ”Girl, you ain't gon’ believe the way this nigga just ate my pussy out. This dude you was telling me about ain't got shit on him. Girl, I'm telling you. But I can't just tell you about it; you gotta shoot over my way and come feel it for yourself”

  Just then Tahj put her hand over the phone and whispered to Leonard, “You don't mind, do you?”

  Leonard's mouth dropped open. He couldn't believe his ears. He just sat there staring at Tahj. He couldn't begin to muster up the words to respond to her query.

  Tahj took Leonard's silence as a yes. “Good,” she said, turning her attention back to her phone conversation with Keisha. “Girl, we parked out in front of my house in a yellow Hummer. Hurry up,” Tahj said excitedly. Tahj hung up her cell phone and turned to Leonard, who was still sitting there in shock. She smiled at him, then said, “Good lookin’ out,” as she waited for Keisha to show up and get her pussy ate, too.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  RETARD

  It had been four days since Lee had been back in town. He hadn't even talked of heading back out again. This was the longest spell he had stayed home in a while. He normally did that only when there was some serious business he had to take care of at home. This put a halt to Tahj's running the streets and hanging out with her ghetto girls, but she enjoyed being with Lee all the same.

  He thought that Tahj was probably tired of sitting in the house, so he gave her money to go to the spa to get her out. Of course, Tahj didn't go to no damn spa. She could think of better ways to use that money someday, so instead she bought a six-pack of Smirnoff Apple Twist and hung out with Shea and Keisha over at Shea's house. After chillin’ with them for a couple of hours, she headed back to her house. On her way home she stopped off and bought a bottle of massage oil. She figured she'd tell Lee it was a gift she bought for him at the spa.

  “Baby, I'm home,” Tahj yelled as she walked in the door. She couldn't help but notice the nice set of Louis Vuitton luggage that was sitting in the foyer.

  Lee was on the couch. He had just finished doing a line when Tahj came in the door.

  “Baby, I bought you something back from the spa,” Tahj said, as if she were singing her words. Lee didn't seem to get excited like he usually did. As a matter of fact, he remained emotionless. “Did you hear what I said? I bought you something.”

  Lee looked over at Tahj, examining her. Lately he hadn't just sat back and taken in the girl he was sharing his bed with. She was the same girl he had picked up off the curb, but at the same time, he could see where she had very much changed. Unfortunately, it wasn't for the better. “See that right there?” Lee said, pointing to the luggage. “I bought you something, too. I was going to wait and give it to you on your birthday.” Lee picked up the mirror that was on the table, snorted a line, then put the mirror back down. “But that was before I found out everything.” He paused, sniffing and rubbing his nose.

  Tahj stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what the fuck was going on.

  “Lee, baby, what are you tal—”

  “I even packed up all the clothes and shit I've bought you,” he said, cutting her off. ”I ain't trippin'. You can have it all. Ain't gon’ fit the next broad no how. I normally prefer them a little thicker than you. But even so, you can have the shit. I gave it to you, so it's yours. See, I ain't one of them punk-ass niggas you probably be out there fuckin’ with that will buy a bitch shit, trickin’ and shit. But just as soon as they find out she sucking some other nigga's dick they want her to check that shit in. Naw, Fma let you have it all, ‘cause that's just the type of cool muthafucka I am. Now take all that expensive shit I done bought your stank ass and get the fuck out, beyatch!”

  Tahj's heart dropped as her eyes began to water. Suddenly she was experiencing that same feeling again—it was that feeling she remembered all too well, the one that overcame her the night her mother had put her out onto the streets. Tahj thought that her mother calling her a bitch hurt, but for some reason it hurt even more when Lee said it. Her mother had probably let her anger get the best of her when she called her daughter out of her name. But Lee, that nigga said it like he meant that shit.

  “I hear you got a slick-ass mouth,” Lee said. “They say you can put words together real good. What's the matter? Ain't got shit to say now?”

  In all actuality, there was so much that Tahj wanted to say, but she had to collect herself. If she had opened her mouth to talk right then she would probably have burst into tears. So instead, she swallowed, took a deep breath, and then began to speak.

  “Baby, I don't know what's going on or who you been talking to, but I lov—”

  “Bitch, please,” Lee said, holding up his hand to shut her up. “Like that broad Michel'le used to sing back in the day, ‘No More Lies.’ Take heed to that.” Lee threw his head back on the couch and allowed the coke to drip from his nose down his throat.

  “Lee, I'm not lying. If you'd just let me—”

  “Explain. … Is that what you're going to say?” Lee laughed as he stood up off of the couch and started walking toward Tahj. ”No need to explain. I know everything. I know about the niggas; hell, I even heard there were a couple of chicks. Wasn't I good enough for you, baby? I mean not the dick, ‘cause I ain't jealous over you giving the pussy up. The head, now that's a different story. That's some shit to be jealous of, ‘cause you do the damn thang when it comes to that shit, but I ain't even trippin’ off of that. I'm talking about wasn't this enough for you? All of this?”

  Lee raised his arms in the air and spun around in a circle.

  “Baby—” Tahj made yet another futile attempt to speak.

  “Shhh, shhh, shhh,” Lee said, closing his eyes and putting his index finger over Tahj's lips. “Don't speak.” He paused, then opened his eyes. “There wasn't nothing you could have asked for that I wouldn't have given you. Girl, you ain't never asked me for nothing and didn't get it. Hell, half the time your ass didn't even have to ask. That's what's wrong with you young girls. Y'all want everything, but y'all so busy out there trying to get it from every Tom, Dick, and Harry that you don't even realize that you could have gotten it all in the first place from Tom. From just one source.” Tahj had tears flowing down her cheeks. Lee rubbed her chin with his finger. “Baby, I was your source.”

  Lee walked away, and Tahj started behind him. Once again she found herself in a position with nowhere to go, only this time she was going to fight
for her warm bed. Lee was right: She was good at using her mouthpiece. She had talked her way in and out of plenty. She had smooth-talked some of the best; now it was time to really put her skills to work. Fuck what Lee heard; she would make her words more convincing than the words of whoever decided to run their mouth about her.

  “I'm sorry,” Tahj said. ”I don't know what you've heard or who you've heard it from, but I'm sure I can explain. It's probably just somebody who's jealous—who's jealous of you, who's jealous of me, hell, who's jealous of us. I know how muthafuckers out there Lee.”

  After the first sentence, Lee paid Tahj not a lick of mind. He allowed her to ramble on as he walked over to the bar and began fixing himself a drink. After taking a sip, Lee picked up a remote that controlled the entertainment center. All of a sudden Tahj's bare ass covered all sixty inches of the big-screen television. Seeing herself on the screen put a halt to Tahj's words. Lee would rewind and fast forward for her. Tahj was either fucking or getting fucked. She was sucking or getting sucked. He even had footage of her and Leonard parked in front of the house.

  “You know, when I got all this equipment and shit, I got it to watch out for all those grimy muthafuckas out there who don't want a nigga to have shit. I got it for the police. Hell, I got it just to have peace of mind, you know? A nigga need a little security. But, baby girl, I never thought I'd need it for the woman I share my bed with. Or, I guess I should say the girl I share my bed with.” Lee took a deep breath, took a swig of his drink, then continued. “I knew you was young, and that was cool. You wasn't street-bred. You didn't know shit about the streets—evidently not, or else you would have known that a nigga of my stature would have eyes in and around all his shit. But that's what I liked about you. That's what made me think it was cool to take you in and shit. I deal with street bitches all the time, and that's just where they belong—in the street. But you was different. When I brought you into my home, I made it ours, because I felt assured that you were different, that there wasn't nothing street about you. But come to find out, you the muthafuckin’ black shit they pave the streets with.” Lee chuckled.