by J-Blunt
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Theresa used to be a dime back in her heyday with soft skin the color of beach sand, silky jet-black hair that flowed to the middle of her back, and the petite frame of an Olympic gymnast. And then crack got ahold of her, turning the certified dime into a petty penny in a matter of months. Now Theresa hung out with the bottom feeders, spending every waking moment plotting ways to make money so she could get high.
She was currently in her son’s room, trying to be as neat as she could, searching for money to cash in or drugs to ride that atomic blast to the moon. A loud knock on the front door interrupted her treasure hunt. After a quick look around to make sure everything was the way her son left it, she went to answer the door.
“Who is it?”
“Marty. Open up.”
Dollar signs and a vision of a crack pipe between her lips flashed in her head as Theresa clicked the locks. Marty wasn’t much to look at. Standing five feet, four inches and slightly overweight with thinning black hair, he did a bad job combing over the bald spot at the top of his head. But the white man was the answer to every crackhead’s prayer: a pussy trick whose options were limited because of his lack of style and flavor. He was a regular at Theresa’s house on payday.
“Hey, baby!” Theresa smiled, reaching out to embrace her Friday night event.
Marty received the embrace and held out the plastic flowers and bottle of cheap wine. “These are for you, babe. Let me in.”
“Thank you so much,” she said, taking the flowers and throwing them on the couch as he walked by. “I was wondering when I was gon’ see you again. I missed you so much.”
“You got anything? I’m ready to let loose.”
“Nah, but come to my room and gimme yo’ phone so I can call my son.”
When they got to the room, Marty sat his cash on the table and stripped quickly. Theresa grabbed the phone and called her son.
“What up, Ma?”
“Bring me some work, boy. And hurry up.”
“I told you, I ain’t got shit right now.”
“Nigga, quit lyin’. I got Marty over here, and we ready to turn up. Bring me a ball.”
The youngster’s tone change when she mentioned Marty. “I’m on my way.”
After hanging up, Theresa turned to the chubby white man, rubbing his legs as she crawled his body. His little pink pecker began to grow the closer she got to it. “You look happy to see me. You want me to take care of this, don’t you?”
Marty nodded his head up and down quickly, expectation in his eyes. “Yeah, baby. Take care of me and I’ll take care of you.”
Theresa wrapped three fingers around his meat and swallowed him whole. The square was no match for the Dominican street stalker. She sucked and licked him to a quick nut.
While she was swallowing his seed, there was a knock on the door. Anticipation of roasting a rock flashed in her mind as she sat the penis aside and grabbed the money from the table. “Be right back, baby,” she called to Marty, leaving the room. “Why don’t you got yo’ key, boy?” Theresa questioned as she got to the front door, unlocking it.
Instead of seeing her son standing on the stoop, Theresa stared into the eyes of Dank. Next to him was Pop Somethin’. “Who is y’all? What y’all want?” she asked, copping an attitude.
“Twan here?” Dank asked.
“Nah. Who is y’all?” she asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
“I’m Dom. Do you know where he is?”
“Nah, I don’t know where he at. He don’t live here.”
Realizing they would get nowhere being civil, Pop turned hostile, shoving the little woman into the house and forcing his way in.
“Hey! Get out my house! Getcho hands off me!”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Pop growled, pulling a Desert Eagle. “Where the fuck is Twan? This yo’ last chance.”
“H-he not here right now,” she stuttered, eyeing the gun like it was a deadly snake. “What the fuck he do now?”
“He crossed the wrong nigga,” Dank said, locking the door. “Where the fuck yo’ son at, and how can we find him?”
“I just told you, he don’t–”
“What’s going on out here?” Marty asked, standing in the bedroom doorway wearing a pair of boxers. When he seen Pop Somethin’ and Dank, he tried to creep back into the room.
“Getcho ass back out here!” Pop yelled, charging the room and catching Marty trying to make a call. “Dial a number and I’ma blaze yo’ bitch-ass!”
Marty dropped the phone and put his hands up. “Please, man! I don’t want any trouble! I just came over to get laid and have a good time.”
“You know who Twan is?”
Marty’s eyes brightened. “Yeah. That’s her son. He’s on his way over right now. I can give you his number if you want. Just let me leave.”
Pop took some of the aggression out of his voice. “You did everything I needed you to do. Good lookin’. You can leave.”
Relief washed over the white man’s face as he reached for his clothes. “Thanks so much, man. I don’t even really know Theresa or her son. I just came over to get a blow job and get high. I never even seen you, man.”
“Your word is your bond,” Pop grinned.
“That’s right, brother,” Marty nodded, sliding into his pants. “Word is bond.”
Pop laughed again before lifting the gun and shooting Marty in the face.
When he walked back into the living room, Theresa was pleading with Dank.
“Please, don’t kill me, young man. I don’t know what my son did, but I’m sorry. He don’t live here, and I ain’t seen him in a couple days. Whatever problems y’all got wit’ him–”
“Twan on his way right now,” Pop cut her off. “That’s what the white boy said.”
Theresa’s eyes grew wide as full moons. “Uh. I-I didn’t mean to. Uh. I’m sorry. Please don’t kill me.”
“You good,” Pop told her. “Have a seat. We gon’ figure this out when yo’ son get here.”
“Do you mind if I go grab a cigarette? Y’all havin’ these guns got a bitch scared. My nerves goin’ crazy.”
“Tell me where they at. I’ll get ‘em.”
“In my bedroom. Should be on the dresser.”
Pop went to grab the cigarettes and a lighter. Theresa sat on the couch and chain smoked while rocking back and forth, mumbling about her son’s bullshit. Ten minutes later, a key was inserted into the lock on the front door.
When Twan walked into the house, he immediately noticed Pop Somethin’ standing next to his mother. The seriousness of the situation only took a moment to register in his mind. His eyes grew wide and he spun to run back out of the house.
Dank anticipated the move and swung the .357 Magnum at his head like it was a Louisville Slugger. “Lay yo’ bitch-ass down!” Dank yelled.
“You was gon’ leave yo’ momma in here wit’ some goons?” Pop asked, shaking his head at the chump balled up on the floor.
“C’mon, Pop! I didn’t do nothin’,” Twan whined.
“So, whatchu runnin’ for?”
“’Cause y’all in my house. I know y’all ain’t come here to kick it.”
“You right. I came for my dope. Where my shit at, nigga?”
“I don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout. I’m Out the Mud. We eat together.”
Pop put the .50 caliber in his mother’s face. “Lie to me again, nigga, and I’ma push yo’ momma shit back.”
“Quit lyin’, boy! Tell him where his shit at!” Theresa yelled.
“Okay, mane! Okay!” Twan cried. “I left it wit’ Radical.”
“Who the fuck is Radical?” Dank asked.
“My baby momma brother. He Goon Squad.”
Pop looked disgusted by the sight of the traitor. “This what I get for puttin’ you on, huh? Bit the hand that feed you?”
“C’mon, Pop. I’m sorry, brah. I didn’t mean–”
Pow!
Theresa’s head jerked violently as the Desert Eagl
e slug exploded out the back of her head.
“Momma!” Twan cried.
A .357 bullet from Dank’s Magnum stopped the scream, ending the back-stabber’s life.
Chapter 15
J-West was a hard man to please. He wore the ‘seen it all, done it all’ attitude on his chest like it was the charm on a necklace. Standing a few inches over six feet tall with a frame as wide as a doorway, the 290-pound man looked as intimidating as a Blue Ribbon Bull.
“Nigga, these bitches betta be er’thang you say they is. My bitch Tuti can suck the chrome off Forgies, and I’m missin’ out on that right now,” J-West barked, spilling Patron on the table as he poured another shot.
“My nigga, they fucked a double-sided dildo at the last party,” Radical said, the impression left by the women showing in his eyes. “This dark-skinned bitch with blue dreads so muthafuckin’ sexy. Wait ‘til you see these hos get down.”
“That shit live, brah,” Derion added. “My li’l duck-off bitch, Star, bad wit’ a bad attitude.”
“So, who fuckin’ the bitch wit’ the blue dreads?” J-West asked.
“That’s me,” Radical smiled proudly.
“That ain’t chu, nigga. Quit lyin’ on yo’ dick,” Derion laughed.
“I ain’t say I fucked, nigga. I said that’s me.”
“Since she ain’t cho bitch, I got dibs, nigga,” Laro spoke up, waving his case in the air. He had been out of the hospital for a few weeks and was back with the team fulltime. Standing only five-foot-seven and 160 pounds, the twenty-two-year-old was looked at as a little brother by most of Goon Squad.
“Bitch too much for yo’ delicate ass!” J-West laughed. “Yo’ bones ain’t even finished healin’ yet. You can’t handle these professional hos right now. You gotta go get some school bitches first. Start off wit’ some good girls.”
Laro dropped the ash off his blunt and smiled. “I love good girls, nigga. They the baddest ones.”
The ringing of Derion’s phone made everyone pause. “Look at chu niggas,” he laughed, reading the text. “Hos ‘bout to come through, and y’all don’t know how to act.”
J-West picked up a couch pillow and threw it at him. “Just let ‘em in, fool-ass nigga!”
From the porch, Derion watched the women exit the green, rented Buick Envoy. Princess led the way wearing a white mini dress that formed to the curves of her hips, making it look like she was rocking a glass of milk. Her blue dreadlocks bounced around every time she took a step on the pavement.
Tanya followed walking the sidewalk like it was a catwalk. Pink Fendi heels showed manicured toes, the matching pink dress flexed a body made to lust after as the woman with new money strutted confidently, knowing she attracted attention whenever she walked in a room.
Star brought up the rear, putting an extra switch in her hips, loving the way their presence mesmerized Derion. She wore black leggings, a red half-shirt with ‘Bossy’ written across the front, and black-and-red retro Jordans. She also carried an overnight bag full of goodies
“Y’all came out that bitch like Destiny Child!” Derion grinned, openly lusting after the women as they walked up onto the porch. He gave Star a lingering stare. “I know you leavin’ wit’ me after we done. Came through this muthafucka lookin’ like somethin’ sweet to eat!”
“Boy, you crazy!” the thotty stripper laughed, giving him a delicate embrace.
When the women walked in the house, Goon Squad eyed them like they were prey.
“What’s poppin’, ladies?” J-West spoke. “Y’all come in. Maintain wit’ Goon Squad for a li’l while. My niggas been sayin’ good shit ‘bout ch’all. I’m J-West. Tell me y’all names.”
The women took turns introducing themselves.
“Okay. Y’all rest off ya feet for a li’l while. Smoke wit’ us and pop a bottle. Start the show when y’all ready. Don’t keep me waitin’ too long, though. I know y’all er’thang my niggas said y’all was.”
Blunts got puffed and liquor was drank as the ladies and gangstas got better acquainted. When they were ready, Star pulled a collapsible pole from her overnight bag and began setting it up while Princess handled the music.
When Rihanna’s Sex with Me filled the room, Tanya stalked toward the stripper pole like a model. She twisted and turned on the metal rod, expressing sexy in every facial expression and pose as she turned the men on, dancing like she had been in the club for years. The dress came off a few minutes later and she did the splits, twerking her backside to the rhythm of the Rihanna track.
Princess and Star watched from the sidelines as their caterpillar bloomed into a butterfly right before their eyes.
When the song was over, Tanya began to work the crowd, giving lap dances while Princess took to the pole. The blue-haired vixen slithered around it like a sexy snake, wrapping her body around the pole, up and down, all around the floor, and then back up the pole again. When the mini-dress came off, she dropped to her knees, jiggling her ass and clapping her cheeks. Goon Squad cheered as the blue-haired woman danced like she was made to turn niggas on.
When the song changed, she dug into the trick bag and pulled out two chain leashes attached to collars. One went around Tanya’s neck, the other around Star’s. Princess had the women get on their hands and knees, leading them around the room like they dogs. After giving the men and a good view of their lady parts, Star positioned herself behind Tanya and began sniffing her ass. Loving the feel of her friend’s nose between her cheeks, Tanya put her face on the floor and hiked her ass high into the air. Star began licking her thong-covered pussy through the fabric, making Tanya moan in pleasure.
“Take them muthafuckas off!” J-West cheered.
“Eat that shit from the back!” Laro added.
Star gave the crowd what they wanted when she pulled down Tanya’s thong and began eating her from the back.
Princess allowed the women a few moments of pleasure before yanking Star’s leash, pulling her away from Tanya. “Get a toy out the bag, Star. Tanya, lay across J-West’s knees.”
Tanya crawled onto J-West’s knee, positioning her ass in the air like she was about to get a spanking. J-West’s ‘seen it all, done it all’ ego was set aside as the brown-skinned beauty with a fat ass lay on his leg when he caressed and I admired her backside.
“You like that?” Princess asked the big man, noticing the look of desire on his face.
“You know I do,” J-West grinned.
“Well, spank her ass, then. She love that shit.”
After giving her ass a few more rubs, he slapped her cheeks lightly. Tanya moaned, hiking her ass higher into the air. “That ain’t shit, nigga. Hit it harder,” Tanya demanded.
He did as requested, spanking her ass, loving the way her soft flesh jiggled under his hand.
“You wanna fuck her?” Star asked, holding out a thick, black, eight-inch dildo.
The goon snatched the sex toy. “You know I do. Gimme that shit.”
After applying lube to the dildo, Star spread Tanya’s cheeks apart while J-West slipped the fake phallus inside. Derion, Laro, and Radical all craned their necks to get a better view.
“Oh, yeah!” Tanya moaned, digging her nails into his thighs.
The wetter her pussy got, the deeper J-West pushed the dildo. A few minutes later he was shoving the entire eight inches inside her and Tanya was pushing her ass back into his had, covering him with pussy juice.
“Do it faster! Gimme some more!” Tanya moaned.
J-West sped up, but it wasn’t enough for the vixen. She was insatiable.
“Let me show you how to fuck a bitch,” Star said, taking the dildo. She spread Tanya’s ass apart with one hand and began licking her ass while ramming the dildo in and out of her as fast as her arm could move.
“Oh, yeah, bitch! Damn, that shit feel so good!” Tanya moaned as pleasure gripped her body.
Princess and the Goon Squad watched, transfixed by the sex scene unfolding before them. Tanya’s sex faces, moans, and body
movements had all the men adjusting themselves as bulges in their pants grew. And when Princess couldn’t take the lust burning inside her anymore, she stepped out of her thong and walked over to Tanya. Being cousins didn’t cross either of their minds as Princess grabbed ahold of Tanya’s hair and pulled her face to her pussy.
J-West looked on in amazement as Tanya sucked Princess’ pussy while Star licked her ass and fucked her with the dildo. He could feel pussy juice soaking the thigh of his jeans as the threesome unfolded on his lap. Goon Squad was so caught up in the show that nothing mattered but the climax.
A few moments later, cries of ecstasy filled the room as the women came. Goon Squad got an extra bang for their buck when Star stripped from her panties and another round of the threesome kicked off again.
When the women were satisfied and the men felt like they had gotten their money’s worth, a lounge session happened and they kicked it. Radical sat next to Princess, Derion next to Star, and J-West had an arm wrapped around Tanya’s shoulder.
“I seen you somewhere before, but I just can’t remember,” Laro said, eyeing Princess.
“Nah, I don’t think so, baby. I just came from Georgia and only been here a couple months.”
“I don’t forget a face,” Laro continued. “I seen you somewhere. It’s gon’ come to me eventually. But in the meantime, y’all the truth wit’ the show y’all put on.”
“Quit sweatin’ her like that, nigga,” J-West said, trying to impress Tanya. “They outta-towners. We gon’ show them how Goon Squad do in Jacksonville. We all about havin’ a good time.”
“You see how we do. We all about fun,” Tanya laughed, patting his hand that rested on her thigh.
“Well, how ‘bout you come wit’ me and we can have some fun?”
Tanya gave a coy grin. “I think you a boss and all that, and I respect you, J-West. I know what niggas say about you. The streets always talkin’ ‘bout you and yo’ niggas. But I ain’t no ho. What me and my girls did was part of the show. We ‘bout getting’ our coins. But I just don’t be goin’ home wit’ niggas I don’t know. Plus, I got a nigga.”
