She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest

by Shvonne Latrice

  “I hate you so much.” She peered up at me, so I got back down into her face, my fists on the sides of her, pressing into the bed.

  Kissing her lips and sucking the bottom one as I pulled away, I responded, “Nah, you love me. That’s why my baby is growing in ya belly.”

  She let me kiss her again before turning away.

  “Not true.”

  “So it wasn’t true? You just told me that shit ’cause I was making you cum?” I started sucking her neck and touching between her warm, thick thighs.

  Like always, her butterscotch complexion had a glow to it and felt soft as fuck.

  “No.” She moaned, turning to kiss me, but I stood back up. “What are you doing?”

  “Oh, you thought I was about to dick you down? Nah.” I went to take my shirt off so I could get ready to shower.

  “Yes you are!”

  “You better get one of them muthafuckin fancy ass cucumbers you bought and handle that shit yo’self. I don’t stick my dick in disobedient ass pussy.”

  As soon as the last sentence left my mouth, Camarih hopped up, so I darted out of the room with her right on my heels, chasing me. I made it to the bathroom just in time, slamming the door in her face.

  Just as the shower came on, I heard, “Tony! This is not fair!” Her voice was shaking a little bit, making me open the door. I knew damn well her ass wasn’t about to cry.

  “You out here crying over some dick? It’s that good?” I looked down into her face, which was sad as fuck. “Come here, you fucking brat.” I pulled her in, lifting her up to wrap her thighs around me. That quickly, her annoying ass was smiling.

  “Listen man, she’s good. You gon’ like her,” Eitan explained to me. He wanted me to check out and work with some rapper bitch he met.

  “You fucking her?” I inhaled on the blunt, staring his ass down.

  “Nah, no way.”

  “You helping this hoe and ain’t even got no pussy? Fuck kind of moves you making?”

  “It’s more to life than pussy.”

  “Nah, not really.” We laughed in unison. “You fucked. Nigga, I don’ known you for forever; you ain’t exactly a helpful muthafucka.”

  “Aight, just twice, but I promise she’s dope. I wouldn’t even bring her up if she wasn’t.”

  “She better be. Set up a time for her to roll through, and I’ll check her out. How she look?”

  “Beautiful as hell. And cool. I told her to drop by today.”

  “Nigga, what? What time?”

  “Like in five minutes, so I’m gon’ dip and let her come through to amaze you.” Eitan rose up, grinning.

  “I swear to God if this hoe is whack or ugly, I’m shooting her.”

  Eitan cracked up before replying, “She’s neither. I promise.”

  I finished smoking while Eitan left, and once I had brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, I found old girl waiting outside of the studio room. She was thick, but it ain’t look real like on my bitch, and she had this red shit on her head. Her face was cute though, and niggas ain’t give a fuck if ya hips and ass weren’t real. Shit, I knew I didn’t.

  “Tony.” I nodded my head up to her when I got to the room.

  “Holli, but I go by Holli Stylez.” She did some shit with her eyes as she shook my hand.

  “You good?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Flickering them fucking fans and shit up at me like you having a seizure.”

  “Oh nah… I’m good.”

  Frowning, I shook my head and waved for her to follow me into the studio.

  “You got something to play for me, right?” I sat down at the mixer.

  “I do.” She held up her phone, so I showed her the plug to hook it up to my computer. When done, she let it play.

  I listened to two songs and that was enough for me already; shit more than enough.

  “You cool. Yo’ shit can be tighter, it’s a little sloppy in some areas.”

  “Oh. I thought niggas liked it sloppy.” She giggled.

  “Oh, yo’ head is sloppy, huh?”

  “Real sloppy.” She scooted closer to me in the chair she was seated in. It had wheels, making it easier. “I can show you.”

  “Come here.”

  She leaned into me, grinning hard.

  “We fasho gon’ have to get yo’ fucking teeth fixed. All that damn dick you sucking got yo’ shit fucked up.”

  Holli covered her mouth immediately, jumping back a bit.

  “Nigga, I don’t know who—” She reached to touch me, and I grabbed her hand, bending that shit back so far that it was close as fuck to breaking.

  As she whimpered, I looked her in the eyes and said, “What you not gon’ do is put yo’ hands on me. I’m not like normal niggas that’s only gon’ restrain you. I’m gon’ warm yo’ fucking head up like a grown ass man, baby girl.”

  “Please.” She sniveled, darting her eyes between her bent hand and my face.

  “I need you to understand something if we gon’ work together. I don’t play about my money, my business, and my girl, which goes hand in hand with my relationship. If you do anything to jeopardize one of those three,” I bent her hand back more, making her wail, “I will snap this muthafucka off and shove it up that tired, sloppy ass pussy you selling. We clear?”

  “Yes, yes, we are!”

  I finally let her hand go, and she examined it for a bit, before wiping the few tears that had trickled down her cheeks.

  “Yo’ tears do nothing for me. I don’t give a fuck about you, so don’t get shit twisted. Only thing I care about is if you can make me some cash.”

  Holli nodded and then looked off before turning back to me.

  “Crazy enough, I’d still like to work with you. The past labels I’ve signed with have said I was too much for them, but I think you can keep me in line.”

  “You got some talent, and even the look, long as we get them teeth handled. But if I put money into yo’ ass and you play me, I will kill you.”

  “Don’t worry, Wacko. I will make you proud, I swear! And I won’t hit on you. I’m dating Eitan anyway. I just thought you’d be into stuff like this.”

  “I am. Had I not been in a relationship, I would’ve been in ya guts by now. Maybe with a bag over yo’ head so I wouldn’t see that grill, but I’d fuck.”

  She chuckled as if I were joking.

  “So what’s next?”

  “Write down yo’ email, and I’ll send you a contract. Once that shit is signed, the first thing we need to do is get you into a dentist office. When you blow up, I’m snatching my money back for this dental work.”

  “Got it.” She wrote down her email and phone number. “Thanks again, Tony.”

  “Get out.”

  She did as I’d told her to, and I sat back thinking. I knew Eitan was gonna make me a lot of money, Holli too. It was only a matter of time before my shit exploded in a good way.

  8

  Eitan Wright

  “Oh shit! I’m about to cum!” Holli yelled out as I hit her hard from the back.

  I was thanking God she was about to release because my dick couldn’t take anymore. As soon as I felt her leak, I let loose into the condom, body gyrating and shit as I gripped her hips.

  “Got damn.” I huffed, feeling weak as hell.

  “Dang, nigga. You cutting the circulation off in my hips.” Holli breathed heavily. Letting her go, I pulled out then stepped off the bed so that I could remove the condom.

  Flushing it, I wiped my dick off then washed my hands before coming back out to the bedroom.

  “You don’t need to pee or nothing?” I quizzed.

  “Nah, I’m good.” She put the lighter to the blunt between her fingers. “Why?” She blew out smoke.

  “I’m just used to females using the bathroom after sex.”

  “Oh. Well how many hoes have you been fucking for you to know a bitch’s routine?”

  I got caught up with Holli a month and a half ago at the mall. I was buying
a new pair of Nike slides since my old joints were busted, and she rolled up on me telling me how much she liked my song “Juice” that had been on the radio nonstop. She was stacked, so I had to ask for her number, and the first night we kicked it, I fucked. I’d been smashing her ever since, with a few other hoes on the side, but I was mainly in her shit.

  Holli was fucking crazy over me already, always clocking my moves and giving me the third degree about everything I said. She wasn’t my girl, but she acted like she was, which I didn’t like. However, as psycho as she was, she had a nigga a little scared to speak up. I wasn’t scary at all, but Holli was the type of bitch to stab a nigga, and I wasn’t interested in that shit. Call it a punk if you wanted to, but my ass was roaming the streets wound free.

  “I mean, I ain’t no damn virgin, so I know a little something.”

  “Mhm.” She inhaled on the blunt again before slinking down under the covers some more and passing it.

  “How the meeting go with Wacko earlier?”

  “Good. I let him hear my shit, and he was beyond impressed, as usual. He tried to get my number, but I turned his ass down. He cute and all, but I like what we building.” She lied.

  I’d known Tony since we were in tenth fucking grade and never had I seen this nigga ask a bitch for her number first day. He was only interested in fucking 99 percent of the females he came in contact with, so he ain’t never need their number. Joy was the first I’d ever seen him have contact with over the phone, and Camarih was the first he had stored in that shit.

  I laughed a little, thinking back to when I asked him how he went about life not storing the few hoes’ numbers he did have, and wasn’t he scared he’d text the wrong bitch. Of course he said he didn’t care, and if the bitch wanted some dick, she’d get the fuck over it and accept that she wasn’t the only one.

  I by no means was the marrying type or even relationship type, but I didn’t know how niggas like Wacko still got pussy talking to females the way they did. If I knew the formula, I’d definitely use the shit because a nigga hated being nice and making false promises just to fuck.

  I’d tried that rude shit once and the hoe slapped the dog shit out of me, making my shades fly across the club. Tony told me to slap her ass back, and I wanted to since I was humiliated, but she looked like she was ready to fuck some shit up, and I wasn’t in the mood.

  “Oh yeah? So he liked you liked you, huh?”

  “He did. He was flirting a little bit, but I kept it professional. Anyway, he said he’d be sending a contract, so I’m waiting on that.” She ashed the blunt and got up to go pee like I knew her ass had to.

  She cut the shower on, so I hopped out the bed to join her. We got in another round of fucking then retired to the bed.

  Once the lamp was off, Holli cuddled up to me, running her small hand across my chest.

  “Feels good, huh?” I smiled, eyes closed.

  “Us being together like this? Yeah.”

  I was referring to my cold sheets and fire mattress I’d just bought with the money from my last show, but I wasn’t about to say that.

  “Yeah.”

  “I think we should make things official.” She pressed her chin into my chest to look up into my face. “We’re gonna be on the same label, we both rap; we could be like Offset and Cardi.” Holli cheesed. Her teeth needed work, but she was still beautiful. Her light skin wasn’t washed or pale, and the red haircut went well with the shape of her face.

  “That would be cool. I think we should get to know one another a little more though.”

  “I know you enough, and you know me. Plus, we can learn stuff along the way.”

  “Holli—”

  “What? Is there another bitch you’d rather be with? I thought we were supposed to be—”

  “Aight! Aight!” I was sleepy as fuck and tired of the sound of her damn voice at this point. “It’s me and you. Please go to sleep.”

  “Thank you, baby.”

  Ignoring her, I let my eyes close so I could take my ass to sleep.

  Two days later…

  I was posted up outside of the studio, smoking and waiting for Tony to pull up. We were supposed to record in about fifteen minutes, but I knew he’d get here a few minutes earlier than even that. Nigga liked to be here before everybody but hated waiting longer than ten minutes.

  As I took a toke on the blunt, I saw a Honda Accord pull over and park alongside the curb. Climbing out was some female with a nice, round ass. The jeans she wore complemented that shit nicely. Her dark hair was down, sweeping her shoulders, and she had on a simple ass white top. When she shut the door and turned in my direction, I saw how pretty her face was with them big ass lips.

  “Can I help you?” I threw the blunt down and stepped on it, making my way toward her as she came up onto the sidewalk.

  “Um, I doubt it.” She frowned then stared at the front door of the studio.

  “Who you looking for with yo’ mean ass?”

  Smiling, she replied, “My bad. Do you know a Houston Terranova?”

  “Fuck are you, a cop?”

  “No, no. I’m Rubie Bailey, and I work for Mark Vegas. He’s a pretty connected music manager. Anyway, he’s having a showcase, and a lot of labels are coming out, so I wanted to invite Make A Killing or it’s founder, Houston—”

  “For starters, it’s Tony Wacko. You come at him with his government, he may pop you.”

  “Oh.” She appeared to be taken aback. “So you know h—wait, you’re his artist Eitan.”

  “I am.” I straightened up a bit, feeling myself.

  “Hey, so I can pass this off to you.” She reached down into her bag and handed me an envelope.

  “This some cash?”

  “No.” She giggled. Damn, she was pretty, and that milk chocolate skin was looking right under the bright ass sun. I knew she was one of them uppity females with a corporate job that wouldn’t do nothing but try to change me, so I was gon’ admire from afar. “It’s the tickets to the showcase I just mentioned. In order to get in, you need to have a ticket. There is one for you, Mr. Wacko, and three more for guests.”

  “Dope.” I nodded my head.

  “The attire is on the card inside. Hope to see you there!”

  “Oh, you will.” I watched her walk off. I got lost in the switch of her hips and watching her ass.

  “Oh, and would it be okay for me to invite Camarih?” She turned to face me, and I had to play off the fact that my eyes were glued to her ass.

  “Who? Oh shit, yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”

  “I got the sense that she was Mr. Wacko’s girlfriend, but she could not be, and I didn’t want to cause any problems by inviting her if he had… other plans.”

  “Nah. I don’t know what she did to my boy, but he definitely ain’t gon’ be entertaining anything else.”

  “Okay.” Rubie laughed.

  “Aye, but we gon’ get a chance to chill too, right?”

  “We as in… you and I?”

  “Yeah. You ain’t have to frown like that.”

  “No, no, I didn’t mean to be rude. I just don’t get much chill time at these events. I’m working, unlike everyone else in attendance.”

  “I feel you. Well when you go on break, you should use that time wisely.”

  “We’ll see, Eitan. Bye.” She walked off to her car. She wasn’t gone five minutes before Tony pulled up.

  “I gave you a key, E,” he stated after getting out of his old ass whip. He loved that damn Grand National, and I admit the shit was pretty. But I couldn’t drive anything that didn’t have Bluetooth capability.

  “I know. I forgot the shit and wasn’t about to drive back to the crib.” I spoke as he unlocked the studio.

  As we walked down the hall, I handed him the envelope.

  “Invite to some showcase thrown by this nigga named Michael Vegas or some shit.”

  “Mark Vegas.” Tony inspected the contents. “It’s three extra tickets. Cool, give one to Holli.” He h
anded me mine and an additional one.

  “Nah, man.” I followed him into the room we’d be working in.

  “Fuck you mean ‘nah’?”

  “See, the girl that dropped these off is sexy as hell, and I can’t bag that if Holli is there.”

  “Why not?”

  “Holli gon’ box my fucking head if she see I’m trying to get at another female!” I frowned, sitting down at the mixer along with him. Tony’s evil ass began laughing heartily.

  “Man, and I’d box that bitch right back. Better stop letting these hoes run you, bruh. You about to have females wanting to fuck you everywhere you go. You can’t be worried about Holli’s Crip teeth having ass.”

  “Man, get off her teeth.”

  “You don’t be scared she gon’ skin yo’ dick?”

  “Tony, come on, man. I’m serious. Don’t let her come.”

  “Nah, she’s coming. Grow some damn balls, put her Jagged Edge ass in place, and do you. If you can’t, then you don’t deserve to fuck with whatever pretty bitch that dropped this shit off.”

  “You know Holli told me you asked for her number.” I laughed when Tony looked at me. “I knew her ass was lying.”

  “Bitch is more than lying. She’s out her fucking head.” He finished rolling, then added, “If she gon’ be one of yo’ bitches though, get her ass in line.”

  I nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

  Shanece

  “Hey. Come in.” I held the door open for Camarih. She was gonna have dinner with Paul and I tonight. Paul insisted that I invite her over for him to meet, now that she and I had been hanging out a lot.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want Camarih to meet my husband; it was just that he was often grumpy, and I didn’t want her to see him that way. I would prefer for her to get to know the Paul I fell in love with.

  “This is a nice place.” She nodded her head, holding some sparkling juice since I’d let her know Paul didn’t drink wine.