Confessions of a Trap Queen 2

by Ciarra

  I walked into Killa’s room and he was laid on his side asleep. I climbed into his hospital bed with him and he rolled around and stared at me.

  “Did you handle your business?” he asked me.

  “Yes I did Antwine,” I said to him. He looked at me and kissed me.

  “Alright, no more, okay Dayja? No more. Let that shit go,” he told me. Killa was determined to train me to be a lady, which I already was, but I was a trap queen at heart. Usually I would get offended if someone told me they wanted to change me, but for him I was willing to do it. I was willing to show him that I could be all woman. Hell, maybe even Tiffany could help me; she was such a little sweet person. I laughed to myself thinking about me going to school and even carrying a backpack, wouldn’t that be nice.

  “What’s funny?” he asked me.

  “Well I was thinking about going back to school and I was picturing myself on how cute I would be with a backpack and stuff,” I told him.

  “That would be nice and I would love to help you pay for your classes and tuition and books too, boo,” he kissed me and said.

  “Man, when are they discharging you? I need to get some of daddy’s loving,” I told him while laughing.

  “Whenever I get the strength. Niggas really tried to kill me b,” he looked over to me and said. We stayed up half the night at the hospital talking. The nurse was so shocked to see me laying there, she quickly informed me that he couldn’t have visitors during the night, but by the time she came to warn us, it was well into the morning. I didn’t care, I was laid up with my man.

  Jay

  I couldn’t even tell my sister anything about dating the dude; she could do whatever she wanted. I couldn’t stop her from loving him and it was obvious she wasn’t going to leave him because I didn’t like him. If she was happy that was all that matters, I guess. I was walking around my house pacing back and forth. Money was getting low and I needed to figure out something to do. My homeboy kept begging me to come down to his shop and get my hands dirty and get into some mechanic work. I knew that was best for me to do. I couldn’t keep selling drugs all my life and plus, Tiffany was screaming out she wanted to have a baby pretty soon. Tiffany wanted to have a baby before she actually started working in the hospital. She was a go-getter and had her mind made up.

  I sat back on the couch and thought about my big brother. He was going to be touching down soon and I wanted to show him I wasn’t no broke ass nigga. I also wanted to at least put a few bands in his pocket but then again, my brother had a white bitch that held him through the whole bid. She didn’t fuck with us but she fucked with him, and she did her thing from what bro told me. Tiffany walked through the house with her book bag and sat it on the floor.

  “Hey bay,” I said to her. I had to admit Tiffany looked good with her scrubs on and her hair flat ironed down her back. My girl had that white, mixed people shit. Her shit was cold. I loved her hair and she knew it.

  “Hello baby,” she said to me. She came and sat down on the couch. I grabbed her feet and placed them on my lap. I put her feet up to me and pretended like they stink. She giggled and tried to snatch her feet down.

  “Boy you wish my feet stank,” she said in her ghetto voice. I started to rub them. I looked at her and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

  “Yes boo, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned out to me. I stopped rubbing her feet and placed her feet on the ground and leaned over her. I started pulling on her clothes.

  “Take all this shit off ma,” I demanded her. She stood up and began to undress. Tiffany’s body was so fucking beautiful. I had to admit her light-skinned ass instantly gave me a hard on. Tiffany had big boobs and no ass, but I was going to fuck her until she got one. Once she was pulling off her panties, I pulled her in front of me. I propped her leg up and dove right in to her pussy. Her pussy was straight in my face and I was devouring it. I stuck my finger in it and twirled it around. Tiffany was in a state of bliss. She was grabbing my hair and rubbing her hands through it. I started sticking my finger in and out of her.

  “Oooh Jay that feels so good baby,” she moaned aloud.

  “Cum for daddy,” I told her. I stopped eating her out and just played with her clit. Tiffany had the sexiest fuck faces. I loved to watch her face as she came. Next thing I knew she was squirting all over and me. Her legs started to get weak and I had to catch her.

  “Damn Jay, why you do that to me. I almost fell,” she said. I stood up and kissed her with all her juices running down my chin. I pulled her into the bedroom and threw her across the bed. She liked that rough shit. She didn’t have a choice. She spread her legs and I climbed on top and put my dick inside of her. Damn her with this wet, tight ass pussy. I started to stroke in and out of her pussy.

  “Mmm, shit I missed this pussy all day,” I moaned.

  “Ooh Jay, I love you,” she moaned.

  “I love you to boo.” I continued to pump in and out of her, digging her pussy out. I pulled out and told her to turn over. She turned around and tooted her ass right up in the air. She knew exactly how I liked it.

  “Yup, that’s right, get in position,” I told her. I bent down and licked her pussy all the way to crack of her ass. I put my dick inside her pussy hole and continued to fuck her. I started to pound her pussy in and out. I had my hands wrapped around her waist, deep stroking her. I felt her body start to shake and knew she was about to cum. I was on the verge of cumming as well. “Bae, cum with me,” I moaned out. She started squirting on me and I released all my seeds inside of her. “Pregnant and barefoot,” I told her before I got up. I smacked her on her ass and walked to the bathroom to get a towel. Damn that was good ass sex, I needed that shit.

  I woke up the next morning and Tiffany was not laying next to me. It was Saturday so I knew she wasn’t at school. I got up and headed to the bathroom and took a piss. I walked to kitchen and seen Tiffany and Dayja at the table eating breakfast. I walked up and gave Tiff a kiss and said what’s up to Dayja. Dayja looked at me and started to cry.

  “What’s wrong Dayja?’ I asked her. I instantly got mad thinking Killa did something to her.

  “I killed Brook’s ass,” she said. She smiled and cried at the same time.

  “Okay, why you crying?” I asked her. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.

  “I mean, we were friends and shit since like third grade. I hate it happened but oh well,” she said. She looked at me and I looked at her and we started cracking up. I walked out and headed up to my bedroom to get ready for the day. It was time for me to get my life together.

  Loco

  I had just pulled out the hospital’s parking lot from hanging out with Killa and Slim. Killa’s doctor said he would probably be home tomorrow or the day after. I was happy as hell to be getting my big homie back out here in the streets with me. I loved Slim to the death of me but it didn’t feel right with just us two on the turf; we needed Killa’s ass too.

  I was cruising down the streets of cold ass Minneapolis and went past Brook’s old house. I instantly got nervous that maybe someone was watching me. Her house was burned down to a crisp. The neighbors didn’t even call the police. I watched the news and one of her neighbors said, “ever since the other girl left she doesn’t mow the lawn, we are actually voting her out.” I laughed my ass off after seeing that on the news. I never knew people could vote you out of a neighborhood. I had pulled over and parked into the McDonalds’ parking lot on Broadway and waited for my last fiend to meet me. Ever since Killa got shot I’ve been slipping on selling drugs and was tired of gang banging. They say when you live by the gun you die by it and I definitely wasn’t trying to be dead or staring at a cell wall my whole life. So after I sold my last pack I was going to kick back. I had enough saved up that would last me at least ten years.

  KNOCK KNOCK. I quickly reached under the seat to grab my gun before I finally looked up and noticed it was Slim.

  “Damn nigga, you know I shoot first and ask questions later,�
� I told him as he climbed in the car laughing.

  “My nigga, you wasn’t finna do shit but shoot some air, shut up,” he told me. Slim pulled my seat all the way back and laid back.

  “Damn nigga, what’s wrong with you. You tired nigga? You got a bitch a pregnant?” I asked him. Slim looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looked at me and squinted up his face.

  “Hell nah I ain’t got no bitch pregnant, but am I tired, hell to the muthafucking yea. I need to go see some ass shaking and have about four shots and just turn up. One time for the one time,” he said to me. This nigga was really addicted to ass twerking. I started laughing and pulled out my phone and went to YouTube and typed in ‘Twerking’. As soon as I did that, the videos popped up. I pressed play on one and the video came up on my dashboard. As soon as Slim seen the ass he instantly leaned up in the car.

  “My nigga, my nigga, it’s something about a big ass I like,” he said to me. Slim was an ass person, Killa and me were both an all-around body with personality type. I needed my women to have a good head on their shoulder and their body to be slayed and there mentality to be perfect.

  Slim and I chopped it up for a few hours on Broadway then we made our way to Red Lobster to eat. I was hungry as hell and I couldn’t wait to eat some shrimp and crab legs. I was a seafood and steak type of nigga. I loved to eat. We walked through Red Lobster and it was jumping in there. It was all type of females trying to snack on something tonight. We walked in and Slim told the hostess two and she told us one minute. We walked over to the bar and spotted two ladies enjoying some drinks. I looked at Slim and he looked at me rubbing his head. I walked up to shorty on the right and she turned to look at me. She smiled at me and turned the other way and when she did she noticed that her friend was occupying Slim.

  “How you doing beautiful?” I asked her. I checked her out from head to toe; she was decked out looking nice. She was dark skin with hair that came to her shoulders. I looked at her legs and boy was she thick as hell. She noticed me looking her up and down.

  “I’m right here, but my name is Shawnda,” she said to me. Her voice was lovely.

  “What y’all doing out tonight?” I asked her.

  “Just waiting on our table and having a lobster-rita,” she said to me.

  “Well how about you ladies eat with us,” I told her. She nodded and said that was cool. Slim went and told the hostess that we were switching our table to four people. I turned my attention back to shorty and she smiled at me.

  “You got a man beautiful?” I asked her. She shook her head no.

  “Well you got one now,” I spat out to her.

  “How you gone be my man and I don’t even know your name?” she said to me.

  I smiled at her and told her, “My name Loco.” She turned her lips up at me and laughed. Our buzzer buzzed, I helped her up and we turned and headed to our table. Tonight was going to be a good night out.

  “You straight boy?” Slim asked me. I looked at him and laughed.

  “Nigga is you straight? I asked him. He nodded his head up and down. We both sat down and enjoyed our night with these two lovely ladies.

  After our evening with the two ladies we met, me and Slim both decided to part ways and catch up with each other tomorrow. I was ready to call it a night anyway and catch a movie before bed.

  “Aye bro, don’t let me find out you finna head to Augie’s to pick up a stripper,” I yelled to Slim as he got out the car. He looked back at me and stuck his middle finger up.

  “Fuck you nigga,” he said to me. He got in his car and we both pulled out the parking lot. I was actually surprised to see his car was still in Broadway parking lot. If it was anybody else’s car, their shit would have been towed with no remorse.

  As soon as I pulled up to my crib I received a text from Shawnda. She informed she had made it home safety and she had actually enjoyed her time with me even though she didn’t know me from a can of paint. I laughed at her text. Her and her friend were actually real cool. I laid back on my couch and thought about my future. I did want to get married one day and I did actually want to spend my life with a lovely wife and have lil Locos running around somewhere. Even though Killa and Dayja has an odd relationship, I can tell that they’re both happy with each other. I ain’t gone lie, when I heard about what happened with Killa getting robbed and when I found out she did it, my trigger finger was itching. I was begging Killa to let me be that one that shot her ass. I was going to let that bitch suffer but that’s the type of nigga I am. I wanted to make Dayja feel the same pain I did when my homie was shot in the leg and shit. Now him and Dayja were together smiling in each other’s faces and looking happy. Killa always told me he still felt something for her. He told me and Slim he knew she didn’t do it to intentionally hurt him, but she did it based off the lifestyle she lives. That was her hustle, robbing fucking and killing was her hustle, and you never knock anybody’s hustle all because you wasn’t secure with your work. Everybody knows that.

  Dayja

  “Oooh shit, Antwine,” I moaned out. Killa had my legs bent back and he was ucking the shit out my pussy. Damn nigga was the best at what he do. “Killa, I’m finna cum,” I moaned out to him. As soon as I said those words, Killa stopped, stuck his dick in me and started long stroking me. Oh lawd, I was on the edge of the bed bought to fall off. Killa was dropping his dick in and out of me real slow and hard, just the way I liked it, and he knew it.

  “You like that Day,” he groaned out to me and said. He put his hands around my throat and started to kiss me. I could feel it in my body; I was about to cum and drench the shit out his dick.

  “You about to cum?” he moaned in my ear while licking it. I shook my head up and down.

  “Cum on daddy’s dick… be a good lil’ girl and cum on this dick,” he said to me. He knew he was driving me crazy. I loved when a nigga talked shit to me while fucking. I felt Killa’s knees lock up and then he turned around came inside of me. He pulled out and went to bathroom and I just laid there. Killa came back with a hot rag and wiped between my legs and then laid next to me in bed.

  “I love you girl,” he said to me. I looked at him and smiled.

  “You love me just that quick, just that easy?” I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders and told me he never stopped loving me. He loved my hustler mentality.

  “We just got to get you together because I’mma take care of your ass. I need you to be a woman. You don’t need to be out robbing, killing none of that crap,” he mentioned to me.

  “Tiffany is taking me to get registered for school,” I told him. Killa looked at me and smiled.

  “That’s my girl, that’s what I want to hear and hopefully you can give a real nigga some babies,” he said as he licked my ear.

  “You’re not a real nigga, I’mma real nigga, sorry,” I told him. Killa kissed me and told me I was a real woman, then told me goodnight. I leaned over and of course he spooned me. I loved to lay with him. I needed to get some rest because tomorrow was our big day. Killa and I were going house shopping. We had been staying in a hotel downtown ever since he got out the hospital. I told Killa I didn’t want to go back to that hospital. It brought back too many memories. He and I have actually been getting along. I can’t even figure out the reason why I would want to hurt him. He’s been taking good care of me since he got out. For once life, I could officially say I was happy. I still sometimes can’t believe I tried to kill this man and he took me back with no hesitation. He swore up and down it was his fault that it happened, but who cares, I was going to love this man.

  I woke up the next morning with a big smile on my face. I rolled over and noticed Killa was not in the bed with me. I got up and walked into the bathroom to handle my daily business. I wasn’t too mad and upset that Killa had left without giving me a kiss. I had just cut on the shower when I heard the door close. I peeked my head out the bathroom and saw my honey coming in with breakfast.

  “Bae,” I heard him yell
out. I walked out the bathroom in my birthday suit. Killa looked at me shocked as ever.

  “Whoa bae, damn that body looks good on you,” he said to me. I bent down and grabbed a donut off the tray. As soon as I leaned up, I felt a smack to my ass.

  “Damn boy, stop,” I said to him as I rubbed my booty. I knew I had a fat ass but damn. I finished my donut and headed back to the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom I noticed the door was locked.

  “Damn you Killa, quit playing,” I yelled through the door. He eventually unlocked the door and walked out of the bathroom smiling. I walked in and noticed he ran me a bubble bath. I turned to him and smiled and blew him a kiss. He nodded his head and told me I had one hour to get dressed so we can enjoy a day together. I told Killa that we could just sit in the room and kick back today. Killa was still running off pain meds and I didn’t want him to be in pain because of me.