by AP Jermaine
One day at Keisha’s apartment, while I was upstairs in the bathroom with my dick in Keisha’s mouth, and Shell was downstairs with a friend of Keisha’s name Ebony; we all got a crazy surprise. Ebony was brown skinned, about five feet even, with an Anita Baker haircut. She was thick and sexy, but everybody knew she was a whore. Her pussy had more miles on it than a Lil Wayne tour bus. Upstairs I grabbed a handful of Keisha’s hair, looking down at her on her knees as she held my dick in one hand and massaged my balls with the other. Leaning in she licked long strides up and down both sides of my rigid shaft, all the while maintaining eye contact. She knew how I loved eye contact. Pushing my stiff pipe to the side, she bent down even lower and licked hungrily at my balls. “That’s right, eat them nutts up. Eat em up. You love that don’t you?”
“Mmm… Hmmm.!” She whimpered, not bothering to come up for air as she took her tongue and slid it from the bottom of my nutts all the way up to the tip of the head; flicking the tip of her tongue into the small hole, checking for any pre-cum. Sort of like an appetizer before she went for the main course. She grabbed my dick at the base and tried to deepthroat, getting choked as she got about halfway. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why she kept trying that every time she sucked my dick, and repeatedly getting choked every time! I think she was getting off on the choking! I looked down at her and she looked up at me as she sucked my dick like her life depended on it!
“Damn you suck a mean dick girl. You want you something to drink, don’t you?”
“MM..HMM!” She was twisting and moaning like I was eating her pussy instead of her sucking my dick! I loved it!
“Go get you something to drink then. Get it outta there. You a nasty lil bitch aint you?!”
“Mmm Hmmm!” Just as I felt an explosive nutt about to blow the back of her head off, there was a knock at the back door interrupting us. “Fuck!” Keisha yelled angrily as she jumped to her feet and raced to the back window! Just in case it was Hood. She was still his main girl, and she knew damn well I had no intentions of making her mine. So she still had to play her position. “Hey Nique. Shell open the door for my girl. I’ll be down there in a minute girl.” Keisha turned back around, fell back to her knees, and slapped my dick back in her mouth, all in one swift motion! Yeah, I had to keep her on the team! She was dedicated!
“Goddamn! What the fuck!” I heard Shell yell from downstairs as I pushed Keisha off me and grabbed my pistol off the sink! “What the fuck happened to you!” I heard him ask as I eased down the stairwell. When I stepped out and looked, the very same words got caught in my throat! Keisha’s milk chocolate friend Monique, the one I’d once said looked like a Nubian princess, now looked like she’d been stomped by a bull! As I stood there in shock, everyone else stared at me standing with the pistol in my hand. Not until I gathered myself enough to tuck the gun into my waistband, did Keisha race around me to console her friend.
“Oh shit, Monique! What happened to you?!” Keisha asked as she led Monique’s trembling and battered body over to the couch. “Go ahead baby. Tell me who did this?” Keisha hugged her friend as she saw her struggling to speak through her swollen lips.
“Big… Big Joe… he… I told him…. I told him I was tired of his shit.” Monique spoke from the side of her mouth. He… did… this… He told me…. Told me to get out.”
“Why you aint call the police?” Ebony ran to Monique’s side. Now, I didn’t know who the hell Big Joe was, but he had to be a cold, heartless motherfucker to beat a woman that way! She had a knot on the side of her forehead the size of a small apple! Her right eye was swollen almost closed, her nose looked slightly crooked, which meant that there was a strong chance that it was broken. Her top lip was blown up like a balloon! With a nasty looking cut running all the way from the left corner, to slightly past the middle of her lip! Her Tommy Girl T-shirt was caked with dried blood! Damn! Hood came bouncing in the backdoor, with two crackheads close behind him.
“Keisha…. Oh shit! What the fuck hole did you crawl out of!” Hood chuckled. “Uh huh, running that smart - ass mouth; won’t you? I told you somebody was gonna pop you in that slick mouth one day.”
“Shut up Hood! You see my girl messed up,” Keisha jumped in trying to quiet Hood’s idiotic ass.
“You better watch yo mouth before you be looking just like her.” Hood growled at Keisha.
“She aint got nowhere to go Hood. Big Joe did this to her and threw her out. I’m gone let her stay here for a while okay? Just until she finds somewhere.”
“Oh yeah,” Hood grinned like the devil. “She can stay.” He grinned even harder, rubbing the front of his pants as he and Shell gave each other dap.
“Nah don’t worry about it. I got her. I got a two bedroom. Monique, you can use one of em. Just till you find someplace to go,” I intervened as Hood’s grin fell to the floor. Keisha gave me a quick glance like she didn’t approve of the idea, but couldn’t show it because Hood was standing right there.
“You hear that Nique baby? Banks said he got an extra room for you. You know he good peoples. You cool with that?” Slowly Monique nodded her head yes.
“Damn bru, you a regular captain save a ho aint you?” Shell yelled out with a laugh.
“Nah nigga that’s yo job.” I answered looking from him, over to slut ass Ebony, back to him again. They both caught my message because he shut the fuck up, while Ebony sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at me. I didn’t give a fuck though. It is what it is.
Chapter 19 “GoodFella”
I left the projects with Monique and drove her straight to Duke Hospital’s emergency room. They found she had a fractured left jaw and a broken nose. She had two cracked ribs and it took sixteen stitches to close the gash in her upper lip. They kept her overnight to run some more tests because of the knot on her forehead. I left her my cell number and told her to call or text me when they were releasing her. I was sitting on a bench in Sherwood Park, playing with my new red nose pit bull puppy that I’d conveniently named “Bitch,” and waiting on my man Shaheem from The SouthSide to bring me three grand for the four and a half ounces of hard I was holding for him, when Monique called and said she was ready. When I pulled up to the front of the hospital, Monique was standing out front bandaged and stitched the fuck up. We didn’t say two words to each other as we drove toward my townhouse. As I drove, I sat wondering, “Why in the hell am I doing this shit? I barely even know this chic.” I remembered when I first saw her how I thought she was the most beautiful chocolate specimen I’d ever laid eyes on, and then how she’d looked yesterday all beaten and bloodied up. Fuck how long I’d been hustlin, I’d been a street nigga all my motherfuckin life. There was just something different about this girl Monique. I’d heard that this Big Joe character sold a lot “boy,” but she didn’t seem like your average dope dealers bitch. There was still an innocence about her, that made me wanna help her out. Even with the bandages, stitches, and swelling, you could still tell she was a beautiful girl. She definitely looked better than yesterday! Her body was still outta this world. No amount of injuries could change that. Her breasts were plump and firm, her waist small, and her ass looked like Kim Kardashians, only softer. To top all that off, she had some beautifully pedicured feet and toes. You know I’m a sucker for some pretty toes. She still had on the same Tommy Girl t-shirt, jeans and hood chic thong flip flops.
“What’s up, you alright?” I asked breaking the silence.
“Yeah,” she answered in a voice so low I could barely hear her, as she hung her head and stared down into her lap. Reaching over, I lightly put my finger under her chin and lifted her head so her gaze met mine.
“Monique, look at me.” Slowly she did as I asked and looked into my eyes. “Now, although I’m not claiming to be the smartest person in the world, I do know that you are a queen. No matter what happens in life, don’t ever hang your head down. Stay proud. Don’t never let nobody take that from you aight?”
“O.K.”
“Besid
es, if you walk around with your head down, you might just miss something important,” I said with a smile trying to cheer her up. She smiled back through swollen lips, and even though I knew she was in pain, I knew she’d be alright. We continued to ride in silence for a few more minutes, before I once again realized she was still wearing the same blood caked clothes from yesterday. “So where do we need to pick your clothes up from?” I asked her. Looking up at me she started to hang her head again before catching herself and answering,
“I don’t have any clothes.” Before I could ask her, she saw my confusion and continued. “The guy I was with beat me up like this. He beat me, raped me, then beat me some more. After all that, he told me to get out and don’t take nothing, and that if he ever saw me again he’d kill me. I aint got nothing or nobody. All I ever had in this world was my dreams and my mama, and they both dead to me now. So that’s what I am. Nothing.” I watched the tears roll down her face and I was pissed the fuck off. I hated to see a woman cry.
“Wait a minute, wait a minute.” I spoke handing her some Kleenex from the back seat. “So, you mean to tell me, that all you got is the clothes on your back?” She nodded her head yes as she wiped tears from her face. “Oh well, I was planning on going to the mall anyway. Might as well swing by now,” Monique stared at me with bewilderment in her eyes. Twenty minutes later we pulled into Northgate Mall’s parking lot and found a parking space close to the entrance of Sears. I knew I had about four grand on me, so I reached in my pocket, peeled off about half, and handed it to Monique. Keep in mind that besides the ten grand I’d given my first love Tika, I’d never given any chic over three hundred dollars for nothing! The chic who was the beneficiary of “that” three hundred, had did a little stripper party for my man coming home from a bid, and she’d had to fuck and suck me and two more niggas! I was first of course. I don’t play that shit fucking behind niggas. But anyway, I thought fuck it. I was doing my good deed. Maybe God would give me a break on all the wicked shit I’d done out there in them streets. Monique hesitated like she was unsure whether she would be selling her soul, until I pushed the money into her hand, hopped out and told her to meet me back at the car in two hours. “Three hours later, we were sitting in my living room with bags full of clothes, boxes of shoes and two Philly cheesesteaks from Italian Pizzeria. “Yo I know you wanna take a bath,” I said and Monique nodded her head yes. Calmly I reached into one of my bags and pulled out a gift basket from Bath & Body Works, complete with soap, shampoo, lotion, perfume, etc. I think I remember the fragrance being called Warm Vanilla Sugar. Monique accepted the basket and said thank you, before grabbing up a couple of her bags and disappearing into the bathroom. I checked my phone and saw that I had twelve missed calls. Eleven from my square bitch Latifah I was telling you about. I call her square, because she doesn’t do shit. Don’t smoke, drink, none of that. But she does love to fuck though. Bad boys are her only weakness. Namely “Teddy Banks.” The other call was from Shell. I was hungry as a hostage so I made a mental note to hit em both back. I knew what Latifah wanted. Some dick. With Shell, you never knew. About thirty minutes later Monique re-appeared from the bathroom in a pink t-shirt, shorts and bare feet. Walking slowly over to the couch she sat down beside me and looked at me with what seemed like tears at the rim of her eyes.
“Banks I…. I know this stuff aint free…. But if you could please wait until my ribs heal some, I promise I’ll”…
“Hold the fuck up!” I stopped her as she jumped back frightened as if I would strike her! Sliding back a little I held my hands up, quickly letting it be known that definitely wasn’t the case. “Let me ‘explain something to you Monique. First of all, you aint never gotta be scared of me because I’m a man, and I’d never put my hands on a woman. Never have. Never will. That aint my style. Understand?” She nodded her head yes although shamefully.
“I’m sorry. I just….”
“Don’t sweat it.” I cut her off again. “I can imagine the bullshit you been through and I know it aint easy to forget. Secondly, I don’t know what, or why you think I’m helping you out like I am, but believe me, it definitely aint got nothing to do with sex. My plate is full, trust me. You are a beautiful young woman but I would never stoop that low. I am a man of honor, and all I ask is that you remember that and treat me as such. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Third. Yes, you will repay me. But your job will be to keep this place clean. I’m junky as hell sometimes and I don’t always have time to do it. Plus, I need you to keep my clothes washed. If it says dry clean, then take it to the dry cleaners. Can you cook?”
“Yes.”
“Well about once a week I’d like you to cook something. You do these things until you can get back on your feet and find a place, and we’ll call it even. Aight?”
“Yes.”
“Alright then. I gotta go. Call me only if it’s an absolute emergency. Oh, before I forget. The bedroom on the left is yours, the one on the right is mine. The rooms fully furnished. Sheets and blankets in the hall closet. I gotta go.” With that said, I was out the door.
Chapter 20 “Latifah”
“Hey baby! I hope I didn’t interrupt you while you were busy.” Latifah squealed as she threw her arms around my neck. I knew she didn’t give a fuck if I was busy or not, if so she wouldn’t have called me twenty - one fuckin times before I answered! Right now, she was just attempting to keep me from cursing her ass out and walking back out the door. It has happened before.
“Nah, I wasn’t doing much. You got that paperwork I told you to get?”
“Yes baby. Its upstairs in the bedroom. You wanna come get it?” She grinned slyly. You and I both know why she was trying to lure me to that bedroom. I wasn’t in the mood for all that though. I knew she needed to be fucked. It’s my job to know. But fuck all the lovey dovey shit. She was getting fucked right here on this couch. Shit, maybe even the floor. Wherever I served her at, it would be a grudge fuck. Not because I was mad at her, but because that’s what I knew she needed today. Like I said, it’s my job.
“I’ll get it later on. Go get me some tree and roll me a blunt.” Keeping true to the pimp in me, I’d taught Latifah how to roll blunts for me. And that takes practice. Even though she didn’t smoke, she was more than happy to do anything she thought would bring me to spend more time with her.
“Okay baby. You only got one more Dutch Master left in the drawer, so I’ll go buy you some more today.”
“That’s what’s up,” I said as she disappeared up the stairs. Taking a seat on the couch, I grabbed the remote control and flipped through the T.V. channels. Seconds later, I glanced down at my phone that was vibrating in my lap, and saw that it was Shell calling again. “Yo, what’s up my nigga?” I answered.
“Aint shit bru. Yo I called you earlier. You didn’t get my message?”
“Yeah, I saw it. I was busy.”
“Yeah, I bet you was busy. With that thick lil chocolate drop Monique. So how the pussy bru? Was it fresh? Did it have a lil twang to it? You know just a lil twang make that shit better.” Despite myself I had to laugh at this nigga.