Dope Girl 3

by Sa'id Salaam

  ‘Public drug deals cut down on the fuck shit’

  He was right too because no one is going to try to rob you in front of hundred of witnesses. It’s common for transactions to take place in courthouses since no one can carry guns.

  Steven was a little sleepy from the recent blow job but still managed to shovel the free food into his mouth. If there was one perk about being a driver it was the free food.

  “There they go!” Samantha said as Trigga and Troy appeared. She was smiling until the memory came back and flipped it upside down. “Nasty man!”

  “You remember what to do ?” Meisha asked as they walked over to meet them.

  “Yes, take money, count money. If its 18 thousand, I text a smiley face, it it’s under I text the amount.” She repeated verbatim.

  “My nig…eh white girl.” Cameisha laughed proudly.

  “Hey Trigga.” Meisha smiled up at the cutie smiling down at her.

  “Hey ya self.” He said causing Troy to twist his lips.

  “Sup Samantha?” Troy asked stifling a laugh. “How are you?”

  “Me? I’m fine. My dress, not fine!” She shot back angrily. The cleaners weren’t able to remove the cum stain so it was ruined.

  “Let’s walk.” Cameisha suggested and the four set off in a casual stroll.

  “We gone do this in her?” Trigga wondered looking back at Steven as they departed. He just knew he was going to get to meet the man today.

  “Yup. You bring the cake?”

  “Right here.” Troy said holding up a shoe store bag with 18 grand inside. Cameisha took it out his hand and handed it to Samantha who took off.

  Troy started to protest but Trigga calmed him with a wave of his hand. It was obvious then that they were not partners, Trigga was the boss.

  'Un uh don’t start!' Cameisha told her vagina feeling it throb from the display of power. Alpha chicks like alpha males.

  “Huh?” Trigga asked alerting her that she spoke instead of thought like she though she did.

  “Oh nothing.” She smiled since she couldn’t say, ‘I was talking to my coochie’. Her phone vibrated and a broad smile spread on her face from the smiley face Samantha texted from the parking lot. Since the money was right she started the car and drove back to school.

  “Hold my bag please?” Cameisha asked handing Trigga her shoe bag.

  “No problem.” He said politely and took it off her hands.

  “Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!” Meisha shouted like a groupie seeing her favorite singer, rapper or author. She covered her mouth and pointed then took off running inside the store. Trigga and Troy shared a WTF glance then followed her inside.

  “Hey! You can’t do that.” A shocked sales woman shouted as Cameisha stripped the pink mink coat off of the mannequin in the front window. “Security!”

  Cameisha completely ignored the woman as the comfortable coat enveloped her. She hugged herself while stroking the soft fur.

  “I have to have you.” She told the coat but Trigga heard it and stepped to the sales clerk.

  “Excuse me ma’am, please take the coat off.” The store security guard asked nicely. It wasn’t the first time someone lost their mind over the coat. Once a week he had to pry some love struck woman out of the garment.

  “How much for that coat shawty?” Trigga leaned in and asked the worried sales lady. He assumed he could make the investment from the couple of thousand he had left in his pocket.

  “Twenty, eight, thousand, dollars!” She explained pronouncing each syllable separately.

  “Aight, I’ll be back fo it.” He nodded looking at the pretty girl with her lip poked out as Troy and the sales lady cast a dubious glance at him but for a different reason. She doubted the thug could while he wondered why he would.

  “Sorry bout that, but I’m getting that coat!” Cameisha explained as they were escorted out of the store.

  “I know you are.” Trigga replied confidently since he intended on buying it for her first chance he got. “Let’s wrap this up so I can hit the block.”

  “We’re already done.” Cameisha announced. “Oh, and I wouldn’t keep walking around the mall with a kilo in a shoe box.”

  Trigga and Troy shared another WTF moment as Cameisha turned and walked away. Both sets of eyes shot down to all that movement below her waist since she was putting on for her audience. They watched as she headed back to the food court to meet with Aqua and Steve. The weight of the kilo suddenly got heavy

  “Come on shawty; let’s get rich!”

  Chapter 14

  “Where yall get all that! How much is that? That shit look pure.” Keith said in a panic when he walked in the kitchen.

  Trigga and Troy were cooking four and a half ounces at a time. They had large cookies of crack drying on paper towels on the counter. It was only half of the whole but still more than backward hustling Keith had ever seen.

  “Which question I’m posed to answer?” Trigga laughed. He found the hate in his voice amusing.

  “Who sold you all that?” Keith demanded, not asked. He was already feeling some type of way seeing his brother surpass him after just coming home but laughing at him was extra.

  “This nigga we…”

  “Some nigga from the east side.” Trigga cut in on Troy. Troy was loyal and trustworthy as they came. He was the only one Trigga counted as a friend but he spoke too much, too often. Loose lips don’t just sink ships they get people robbed and murdered. “He got them thangs for 18, let me know when you ready.”

  “Shoot me the number and I’ll holla at him myself.” Keith hissed just like the snake that he was. He never had more than five thousand dollars at once because he tricked so much money. He spent most of his money on gaudy clown clothes and shoes to waste money in clubs and bars. He was a fool and his money.

  “Nah shawty, I ain’t never giving you my connect. Never!” He said firmly to put that subject to rest.

  “Why yall cooking it like that? Put that whip on that shit. You can stretch that shit way 'mo than that!” Keith pleaded. He knew if that glass they were cooking hit the street, he wouldn’t be able to sell a crumb of that bullshit blow he had on deck.

  “Nah, we gone straight drop this one. Don’t worry, I’ll let you get onions for 650.” Trigga offered.

  “650! Nigga, I was letting you get em for five!”

  “Mm hm” Trigga replied biting his tongue. It was true that his brother sold him ounces for 500 but they were always short and always cut to shit. This dope had less steps than Britney. “Look shawty, you can cut 22 or 23 'hunned off these shits. You can’t lose!”

  “So, how much yall got?” Keith asked again.

  “Just this half a brick here.” Trigga lied. He passed him a fresh baked slab to shut him up. “Just brang me 600.”

  Keith didn’t even bother to say thanks. As soon as the coke touched his hand, he shot out the door. At least he would be the first on the block with the superior dope and be able to take some credit for it.

  “So how we gone do this?” Troy asked looking at more dope than either of them ever had at one time.

  “Hit the trap!” He announced wisely. Once they flipped a couple of kilos they would be able to step up to selling ounces. Then they would be able to supply the traps with work and count money.

  “Yo brother gone be a problem.” Troy blurted out. It was a touchy subject seeing how they both knew how it had to end. Two kings can’t sit on one throne.

  “Nah, he ain’t no problem.” Trigga replied half heartedly. He knew full well he would be and how it would play out. Like they say, no cross, no crown.

  “So what’s up with lil mama? You diggin shawty.” Troy said switching the subject from the inevitable murder.

  “I’ma wife that! Shawty shit is extra. Pretty, fine, smart and she got the plug. Wifey type shit shawty.”

  Trigga and Troy set the trap on fire with the good coke. The junkies had been taken advantage of for so long by the greedy dealers who cut and whipped the dope to shi
t. Sorta like urban publishers putting out all that bullshit tryna get rich. Then along comes a graphic artist with words penning straight dope, but enough about me.

  Word spread and they sold out in a few days. That pleased Trigga on different levels. For one he made enough money to double his re-up just like a dope boy should and two he was about to see Cameisha again.

  Cameisha too was excited for the same reasons. She was about to make some more money and she was about to see that sexy ass Trigga again. She hated not being able to get the two kilos he requested. He would have to take one now and get the other in a day or two. To make it up to him, she dressed in a pretty summer dress that concealed and revealed at the same damn time. A pair of pretty sandal showed off her pretty feet and freshly painted toenails. A thong underneath gave her ample ass plenty of movement. Guys like movement.

  “Same place in an hour?” Trigga asked when he got her on the line.

  “Nah, meet me at um… the Taco Mac on Piedmont.” She said looking to kill two birds with one stone. The chicken quesadillas were to die for so she could eat a bird as she sold one.

  As soon as the line closed, she dialed her girls to put the sale together. Daddy taught making drug deals like a shell game. Keeping people guessing and wondering keeps the fuck shit at bay. Aqua and Steve would again be decoys without knowing it. A free meal sweetened the deal and they were right on time.

  Cameisha was alone on the outdoor patio sipping ice tea when Trigga arrived. She was the only thing he saw as he approached.

  “Sup shawty?” He smiled wider than was gangsta but it was real. Being real trumps keeping it real because it’s effortless. He finally noticed the big man with his big girl at a nearby table getting their smash on.

  “You.” Meisha admitted with a matching smile as he sat down at her table. He sat a bag of cash on the table and Jackie swooped through from the sidewalk and whisked away with it.

  The future couple made small talk about the weather in music until the text came in. Cameisha forwarded the text to Samantha who reversed the process and dropped off the brick.

  “Well…I guess I’ll see you later.” She said as she stood. A hug or kiss would have been nice but this was business. Trigga tried to keep it professional but lost that battle.

  “Can we go somewhere and chill?” Trigga asked again before he could stop himself.

  “Yup, Belize.” She teased and sashayed off. The thong under the dress allowed her ass to jiggle giving its audience a show.

  Chapter 1 5

  “A whole kilo? In two days? You are a natural born hustla!” Juan nodded approvingly when Cameisha moved from half a brick to a whole one.

  “Yo this shit sells itself! Once people see how good it is, they run back for more, ‘cept now they be wanting an ounce or a four way.” She said quite believably. She had to sell it because Juan would have a fit if he found out she was selling kilos now. “Bout to move up with the weed too.”

  "You are becoming quite the dope girl chica.” Big brother said proudly.

  “That’s because I learned from the best.” Meisha shot back. Juan bowed graciously so she didn’t bother telling him that she was talking about her adopted father. Meanwhile, across town her real father was the topic of conversation.

  ****

  “Gracias.” Marisol told one of her subjects when he rushed in with an envelope. The large man bowed and nodded as he backed out of the room.

  “The results?” Rosa asked wondering about her sister in-law sudden solemnest.

  “Si” She responded casting the room into silence.

  Angela held her breath as Marisol ripped open the envelope. They shared a Muary moment as she silently mouthed the words on the paper. The look on her face spoke before the words came out.

  “Mi espousa, por que?Por que?”Marisol moaned clutching the paper tightly. Rosa came over and gently pried it out of her fist.

  After un-crumbling it, she read: "Subject A is a 99.9% positive match as father of subject B.” Rosa read then crossed herself.

  “But how can this be? How?” Marisol moaned while Angela pumped her fist triumphantly.

  “So she really is his sister. This is great. I don’t have to worry about her trying to fuck my man!” Angela cheered ignoring the fact that the news meant someone fucked Marisol’s man.

  “Get out!” Marisol growled. She repeated it a second time and set the shocked girl in motion. Not needing to be told a third time, Angela grabbed her purse and bolted toward the door.

  “Wait!” Rosa demanded before she crossed the threshold. “Juan is not to know about this. Not yet. This is a family matter.”

  “Si senora.” Angela responded eagerly, forgetting how to speak English momentarily. “I understand.”

  “This is a disgrace. The girl must die!” Mama Salazar growled once Angela left. She stared off into space as if seeing the murder already, just like killers do.

  ****

  Trigga and Troy stepped on more toes as they flipped the next kilo by themselves for the most part. They broke just enough bread with the locals to keep the peace. Two days later they had over fifty grand in addition to the 18 from the extra key they couldn’t buy.

  Keith monitored his brother so closely he was able to figure he just flipped a kilo. The pause in the action meant they were out, which meant it was time to re-up. Since his brother flat out refused to share the connect or even let him go in on a buy, he decided to get slimy.

  Rickey drove one of his baby mama’s cars with Keith lying back in the passenger seat as they trailed Trigga to the buy. He wasn’t quite swift enough to follow Steven and Aqua from the BBQ restaurant used to complete the sale of two kilos.

  Samantha had did her thing and turned one kilo into four. She turned Cameisha’s 16 thousand into seventy two thousand. Trigga too would be over a hundred grand richer once he flipped them bricks. This could have been a win/win situation if not for the loser following Steven.

  “That nigga got the work right there.” Keith said watching Steven lead Aqua into his apartment.

  “So let’s get that shit then.” Rickey announced pulling a pistol from under his seat.

  “Chill shawty, let’s see what’s what first. All we know, he just sold my brother his last.” Keith reasoned.

  “Then we go take the money.”

  “If that nigga got keys we better off getting the work, it’s worth more.” Keith replied, making it sound almost reasonable.

  ****

  “What’s wrong with you?” Jackie inquired to her stoic friend as they left the buy.

  “Nuffin.” Cameisha pouted. She was lying because it was something. She was definitely in her feelings.

  At the deal, Trigga was oddly all business. No smiles or lingering eye contact. No flirting or incidental touches. He just wanted his two keys and be on his way. She could only assume he had a new lady in his life. Sometimes playing hard to get backfires and the pursuer loses interest or goes in search of easier prey.

  “Let’s just go to the apartment.” Meisha huffed.

  “Yeah, apartment.” Jackie sighed. The dorms had closed for two weeks to prepare for the fast approaching new semester.

  The girls were all stuck together again but at least it was a two bedroom apartment. Dasia and Aqua still shared a rarely used room Aqua spent most time at Steven’s apartment and Dasia with Lisa. That meant Meisha and Jackie had to share the one bed in the other bedroom. Cameisha spent most of her time thinking about Trigga until he called her in the morning.

  “A-yo, you can’t be done already!” She exclaimed taking his call on the first ring. No way he moved two keys since yesterday.

  “Get dressed. I’m finna come get you.” Trigga said and hung up.

  “I don’t know who this nigga Trigga think he is.” Meisha spat as she got out of bed. “Talking 'bout get dressed. Like he run some shit.”

  “So…what are you doing?” Jackie asked curiously as she rummaged through her closet.

  “Getting dressed.
” She shot back and went back to her search.

  Dressing to meet a boy you like is different from just dressing. She wanted to look pretty but a ball gown or prom dress was too much or sexy maybe in them little yellow Daisy Dukes with ass cheeks hanging out. In the end a mid-thigh pair of white shorts got the call. A pink tank top and pair of pink boat shoes to round it out. A bushy pony tail was pulled tight and secured with a pink ribbon. Since she still had time on her hands, she dove back into the bed with Jackie.

  “Yo, what if they don’t put us in the same room again?” Jackie asked sounding worried.

  “Just pay for a single to handle school sales. I think it’s time we got a spot. We shitting where we eat right now and that’s a no-no.” Meisha reminded herself of a lesson.

  “A-yo Meisha. Somebody at the door.” Dasia yelled from the hallway. She had just returned from a long night of hot lesbian sex and cocaine and needed some sleep.

  Cameisha was so giddy about Trigga’s arrival she rolled on top of Jackie and playfully planted wet kisses all over her face.

  “No…homo!” Jackie squealed and giggled trying to fight her off. She was just as happy as Meisha was to see the girl happy again. Trigga was more her speed than the good doctor Bilal was. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to murder either of them about her friend.

  “Triggaaa, what’s my muh fuckin name, Trig…uh oh hey Trigga.” Meisha said embarrassed finding Trigga waiting in the living room. “I was just…Is it hot outside?"

  “Let’s ride shawty.” He said and went for the door. Meisha nodded approvingly at his thugged out attire: White cargo shorts, white tee, white ones and a white on white ‘A’ hat.

  “So where we going?” Cameisha finally asked when he pulled the rental car onto the highway.

  “Somewhere to chill.” Was all she got out of him. He turned the radio up to prevent further questions and bopped his head to a funky song by Doobie Daddy and Erv-G. She shrugged it off and turned to watch the high rise office and condo buildings speed by the window. She hadn’t realized she fell asleep until Trigga woke her up once they reached their destination.