Cigar Bar

by Dion Perkins

  When she opened her eyes and wiped the dribble from her face, she looked around the room and remembered that she and Amber were at the hotel. She looked to her left and saw Amber was out cold.

  “Amber! Amber! Wake up!” Sherry shook her girlfriend.

  “Oh shit! What time is it?” inquired Amber, blinking to clear her eyes and then staring at her phone. “Oh shit! It’s fuckin’ four o’clock! Damn! We must have gotten fucked up! Shit! Come on!” Amber said, trying to rush her.

  “For what?” Sherry protested. “It’s fuckin’ four in the morning! What are we gonna get into out there at this time?”

  “What, you’d rather stay here in this fuckin’ hotel room?? Amber asked.

  “Why not? It’s paid for!” Sherry responded

  “Okay, listen. I have a friend that has an apartment, and he usually has one of those hangout parties that lasts all the way through the day. It’s just a nonstop party. Let’s go hang out there for a minute, and if you’re not having fun, we’ll come back here, okay?”

  “Well, okay,” Sherry replied. “Just as long as we got somewhere to go, girl. Should we bring this?” Sherry held up the bag of heroin.

  “Sure, why not? Where we’re goin’, they might need more.”

  “What about the money?” Sherry asked.

  “Yeah, let’s take some of it just in case.” Amber counted out two thousand.

  “Cool. First, let me take a quick shower,” Sherry said. “I feel sticky and shit.”

  Before they checked into the hotel, the young girls had each bought a couple of outfits. They were prepared for the days ahead. As Sherry stepped into the shower, Amber got on the phone.

  “Yo, Dre, what up, my man?” Amber had been creeping around with a young black guy, to whom she’d give anything, and she knew that he’d want Sherry. She hadn’t told Sherry yet. “I got a surprise for you, baby.”

  “Fuck that! Where the fuck you been? I know you see I called your fuckin’ ass! You was supposed to be here a long fuckin’ time ago, yo!”

  “Baby, I’m sorry, but I got something you are gonna love. I promise,” she said as she looked in the bathroom. She could see Sherry strip down, bend over, and turn the shower on. Amber bit her lip and added, “Oh, yeah, we’re both gonna enjoy this.”

  “Well, hurry up!” The man hung up.

  Amber put the phone down and turned to Sherry. “Can I take a shower with you?”

  “Ew, no!” Sherry screamed. “I’ll be done in two seconds.”

  “Come on, Sherry! You’re spoiling the fun!”

  “Well, we can have fun later. Now let’s hurry up!”

  “Okay,” Amber said as she got into the shower.

  Sherry was standing in front of the mirror, blow-drying her hair and applying a bit of makeup. “So, Amber, are there gonna be a lot of men there?”

  “I don’t know. Why? You don’t wanna meet anybody but Tony.” Amber said from the shower.

  “No, that’s not it at all. I think I might wanna meet someone.”

  “Oh, now you’re talking, girl,” Amber said, opening the curtain to give her a wet high five.

  They laughed, finished getting dressed, and quickly made their exit. The pair drove down the Westside Highway. Amber put her blue tooth on and played Avant’s “Read Your Mind,” and then she began to gyrate to the music. Sherry joined her, squirming in her seat as the girls enjoyed the ride.

  They made it up 117 Street and St. Nicholas Avenue. Sherry looked around and became really nervous. “Amber, are you sure two white girls should be out here in Harlem at this fuckin’ hour?”

  Amber laughed. “Girl, please! I know a lot of people up here. We cool!”

  “All right, if you say so.” Sherry was still a little apprehensive. They were driving along and made it to 118 Street and Madison Avenue.

  Amber pulled over and parked. “Come on, girl; this my boy Dre. He has lots of friends but they’re all black.”

  Sherry’s mind went back to an earlier time. She recalled seeing a young boy sitting among some older ladies, his extra-long dick hanging out. She said, “Oh, okay. I might be able to do something with a black guy.”

  As they walked to the building, Dre was sitting on the ledge of a large window waiting. “Yo, what up?” he yelled down to them. Then he pushed the buzzer that allowed them entry into the building. They headed toward the stairs and went up. They had to climb two flights to reach Dre’s apartment.

  Inside the house, slow jams were playing in the background. The smell of incense permeated the apartment. From the moment they walked in, the girls felt at peace. Mary J. Blige’s voice came through the stereo: “I never wanna live without you, baby. I want to be your lady.” The ambience was wonderful. As they entered the living room, Sherry spotted three black girls and four young black men sitting on a couch.

  “Everybody, this is my people Amber, and that’s her girlfriend.” The young man introduced them to the group.

  “Hi. Her name is Sherry,” Amber interjected. Sherry smiled and waved at the group.

  In unison, the people responded, “What’s up?”

  But two of the black girls saw Sherry and how beautiful she was. One said, “Oh, hell no!” Jealousy kicked right in. “Who the fuck are these two white bitches?”

  “Shut the fuck up and fall back!” one of the other girls said.

  Another yelled, “You always trying to start some shit with somebody! Shit, bitch!”

  Sherry froze. She didn’t know if she should say something or if she should just keep her mouth quiet. But she didn’t need to say anything.

  Amber said, “Excuse me, bitch? I really don’t think this is some shit you wanna get into! Don’t let the white skin fool you, bitch! I will get up in that ass! I’m from Queens!” Amber stared the black girl down.

  “Oh no, this white bitch didn’t!” said the black girl as she began to rise and get belligerent. She snatched her earrings out and tried to jump up, but was stopped abruptly by the man sitting next to her.

  He took hold of her arm hard and fast. “Sit the fuck down! Damn! Every fuckin’ time we go somewhere, your ass gotta prove how tough you are! Damn, we get how you like to fight and shit. Now can you fuckin’ relax and have a good time?! Fuck!”

  The girl said nothing. She pouted and rolled her big eyes. The others in the room chuckled loudly.

  “Fuck you, D! You supposed to be on my side, shit! They not giving you no pussy, I am! If you wanna fuck with these hoes, then be my guest!” The girl jumped up and stormed out the door, but not before turning around for a promise. “White bitch, I promise you, this shit ain’t over! I’m gonna see yo ass one day!” She opened, then slammed the door hard, knocking a couple of pictures of the wall.

  “What the fuck?” Dre said, sprinting to the door. He opened the front door and caught the girl on the steps. He grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall. “Bitch, slam my door like that again, and I will fuck you up!” Then he shoved her down three steps. The girl didn’t fall, but she hit the wall with force.

  She was shocked. She never expected that to happen to her. Dre walked angrily back into the house, slamming his door. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

  By the time she made it to the front door and exited the building, she was crying loudly. “Hello, Peanut?”

  “What the fuck is wrong?” Peanut asked his baby sister.

  Through her tears, she told him what had just happened. However, when she said the part about being thrown down the stairs, she made it seem as if Dre had thrown her down a flight of concrete steps. Her dramatic behavior made it seem like she was bleeding profusely and needed medical attention.

  “What? Lil’ sis, sit tight! I’m on my way! Damn!” The man known as Peanut was another of the thugs who tried to make a name for himself. If there was ever an opportunity, Peanut neve
r looked a gift horse in the mouth. He picked up his phone. “Yo, Slick, you and Tommy meet me downstairs! We got some work to do.”

  “Nah, son!” Slick replied. “Nigga, I got that shorty with the big ass over, you know, from last night.”

  Peanut shouted, “Nigga! Fuck that bitch! Tell her ass to chill while we get this money, nigga!! Fuck!”

  “Cool, nigga, damn! Don’t have to have a fuckin’ heart attack.” He put the phone down. “Listen, baby girl, I gotta go meet up with my man and handle some business. I need you to stay right here, butt-ass naked in the bed, and I promise I will make it worth your while.”

  He looked the girl up and down. She looked like a Cherokee Indian—beyond beautiful, with long, brown hair and light-brown eyes. She had the fattest ass that walked across the street. When they saw her in the club, everyone tried to holla at her; men and women. She chose you, nigga! Slick felt like a king but he continued to beg. “Please, Mama!”

  She smiled as she thought about what he asked. Slick was cute, with his hazel eyes and rough exterior. What she liked the most about him was the five-inch-long scar on his face. It was obvious that somebody had tried to take him out, and that element of danger turned her on. Now here he was, asking her to stay in bed alone while he went out to do his thing. Nigga, that shit makes my pussy pulsate. But she couldn’t let him know that. He had to beg.

  “Well, shit, I don’t know. I know a lot of niggas and bitches that would love to spend the night with this.” She got out of bed and reached for her pants.

  He tucked his gun into the waist of his pants and ran to her. “Wait, baby, please. I promise. When I get back, I will take care of you and that body.”

  Slick pushed her back onto the bed and dove facefirst into her. He pulled his gun out and placed it on the dresser. He lifted the girl’s legs above his shoulders and stuck his tongue deep into her crevice and slowly moved from side to side, making sure to feel every inch of her walls. Finally, he reached his destination. He flicked his tongue over and over the little knob in the back that he loved so much. India went crazy as he pleased her. Then he stopped, put his gun back in his pants, and left her leaking on the bed. “Please, baby, just wait here, and I promise, you will be very happy you did.” Then he pulled his dick out. It was at least ten inches long and about four inches around. He put it away. “And I promise you, it gets bigger.”

  “Wow!” He left her lying on the bed, amazed. She touched her soaking essence and moaned, “I’ll be right here, baby, I promise.” Slick exited the apartment.

  When he got downstairs, the boys were already there. They jumped into the car.

  “So what up?” Tommy asked.

  “Yo, this nigga violated my sister. He threw her down the stairs after choking her out, man! Yeah, she might have some broken bones and shit. We gonna go handle this nigga and check this shit out. That nigga, D, her man, he was standing over her laughing!”

  “Oh shit! Word?” Slick asked. “Okay, no Q and A. Let’s rock!”

  Tommy just cocked his gun and said nothing.

  The men jumped onto the FDR Drive. They were Uptown, on 145 Street. Once they arrived on 125 Street, they pulled off the exit and made a left onto Seventh Avenue. They got out of the car on 117 and walked up from St. Nick to Madison by the park. They sparked up an L and got their puff on while they walked.

  Back at the house, Big D decided to go ahead and push up on Amber’s friend to no avail. He got a little pissed when Sherry, Amber, and Dre went into the bedroom and locked the door.

  Removing her jacket, Amber said, “Sherry, let me ask you a question.” Dre sat down on the bed and lit a blunt. He was only wearing shorts, so he didn’t have far to go to be completely undressed. “I’m gonna get right to the point, Sherry. You and I are gonna have some fun tonight.”

  “What kind of fun?” Sherry asked, surprised.

  “Well, we want you to have a threesome with us, girl. Don’t tell me you’re not horny. Shit, even though I was high, I saw you rubbing on your pussy like you were about to break it.” Sherry was ashamed when she heard that, and she blushed with embarrassment. Amber was good. She leaned in and gently placed her hand in the small of Sherry’s back. She whispered, “Don’t be ashamed. I was doing the same thing, and when I was doing it, I was picturing me eating your pussy.”

  Then she kissed her neck, slowly moving her wet tongue down, leaving a slick trail. Sherry began to shutter. She looked in front of her and saw the front of the boy’s shorts had begun to rise. Her eyes went ballistic.

  “Wait, wait,” she said to Amber, snatching herself away. “I don’t know about this. I need some more dope.”

  “How do you do yours?” Dre asked Sherry.

  “I sniff it, why?”

  “Oh man,” he said to her. “This one is on me.” He walked to his dresser and brought back a tray with a needle on it. He prepared a shot of heroin and flicked the side of the needle. “Come here,” he said to Sherry.

  “For what?”

  “Listen,” Dre said, “If you’re gonna get high by just sniffing it, you’re wasting time and money. Mainline and you’ll feel a big difference.”

  Sherry hesitated. “I don’t know about that.”

  “Shoot, hit me up, Dre,” Amber said. He tied the girl’s arm and injected the liquid into her.

  Amber fell back and nodded hard. She was in another world, then reached up, found Dre’s wood, and pulled it from his pants. She began to suck deep and hard.

  “Oh shit!” Dre panted, his dick growing longer by the suck. “Wait,” he said to Amber. “Sherry, here.” He made another one, and this time, Sherry accepted. Dre injected the fluid into the young girl’s vein, and he began to talk. “This boy is gonna be your best friend, and whenever you want him, you just come see me, pretty girl. Damn, you fine as hell.”

  Sherry was feeling as if everything in the world had intensified one million percent. Her body felt so good that she couldn’t control it. “Wow!” She lay back and grabbed her breasts.

  Dre took the opportunity to finish undressing and then slowly put himself in Sherry’s mouth. “Oh my God! You’re so beautiful,” he said as the girl opened her mouth and accepted him.

  Amber crawled over and joined in. She scooted underneath him and began to lick his balls while she started working on Sherry’s pants. Dre was pulling down Amber’s pants. Sherry was no doubt very pretty, but Amber had that fat ass that he wanted to get into.

  Each one seemed to get their pants down at the same time. Amber switched positions and got right in between Sherry’s legs. Sherry was dripping wet. The skin between her lips was slightly darker than her skin, and Amber said, “Damn!” She went headfirst into the Sherry’s sweet spot.

  “Oohh!” Sherry squealed while Dre tried to shove himself all the way down her throat.

  Amber ate the girl with such professionalism that young Sherry came over and over. She couldn’t stop.

  “Fuck that!” Dre said as he watched. He wanted to get into that pretty pussy. He was harder than he ever remembered being in his life. He positioned himself in front of the beautiful, young girl, looked over, and saw Amber’s pretty ass in the air. She was still licking the sweetness from Sherry as he began to enter her. Then they were suddenly interrupted.

  Boom! The bedroom door flew open, and two men rushed in, guns in hand.

  “Nigga, get out the pussy!” Dre was hit in the head with the gun and fell to the side. Blood immediately began to pour from his head.

  Nobody ever expected something like this to go down. Sherry and Amber were high, but they were still startled.

  “Gotdamn!” the men said when they saw Amber and Sherry. “Nigga, you in here doing your fuckin’ thing, shit!”

  Slick said, “Bitches, if this was another day…” He licked his lips, then continued, “…I would tear all this pretty shit up. But for now, give up all the shi
t!” Then they cocked their guns.

  “Or all you motherfuckers in here will be looking down as they sing slow songs, carrying your caskets!”

  The girls were so high that Sherry kept trying to suck cock. Amber crawled over to Peanut and unzipped his pants. He slapped her hard with the gun. That woke her up. She moved backward, to where her purse was on the bed.

  Slick ran and snatched it before she could get to it. “Bitch, what the fuck you doin’?” he asked, unzipping her bag. First, he pulled out all the dope. “Oh shit, Nut, check this shit out!” He waved around the gun that Amber cherished. “Oh shit, I think this bitch was gonna try to knock us off!”

  “Word? Peanut got in Amber’s face. “Bitch, was you gonna try and blast us?”

  “Oh, fuck! Yo, we got a fuckin’ hotel key and about twenty-five hundred! Nigga, we straight!”

  Tommy came into the bedroom with a bag of drugs and money that he got from everyone in the living room. Then he tied them all up.

  Now they wanted Dre’s stash. “Give it up, nigga!” Slick said while pointing his shotgun at the head of the young man. “You can tell me where it is and keep your head, nigga, or I can put your fuckin’ head all over the wall and find the shit myself!”

  “Chill! Chill, son! It’s all up under there,” the young man said, afraid for his life.

  Slick rushed over to the closet and moved a rug. Under the rug was a loose floorboard. “Jackpot!” He pulled several bundles of cash and dope from the hiding place in the closet. Dre had a couple of kilos of heroin and over $50,000 in cash.

  The men jumped up and down. Peanut looked at Tommy and Slick and nodded his head. Pop! Boom! Boom! Pop! Pop! Pop! Boom! Boom! Boom! Tommy shot everyone in the living room, and Slick put a bullet right through Dre’s head.

  Just before Dre died, he had one last thought: Damn, I was almost in that pretty-ass pussy! Then his brains were all over the walls. Tommy turned and shot Amber twice.