Dope Girl 3

by Sa'id Salaam

  After the dry burger was washed down by cheap malt liquor, Troy poured the liquor and lit the blunt. Once that foreplay was finished, it was time for the main event.

  “Let me see what that head talking ‘bout.” Troy said since everyone was talking about it. He quickly found out the rumors were true when the tip of his dick touched her spine. She worked her head and hand until Troy was on the verge of blowing more than just his cool.

  He snatched himself out of her throat and rushed to roll the rubber on the wood. Troy saw why they say she had that wet-wet when he splashed inside of her well used vagina. It was community pussy, like a rec center.

  Condoms come in packs of three so Troy fucked Shemika three times then got a sloppy wet blow job. Dawn had broke when they pulled back into the apartments. After he dropped her off, he hit the trap.

  “Where Keith at?” He asked his brother who was working alone.

  “I let that nigga get his shit off so he could get out my way.” J-bo replied leaving out the part about Shawn giving him a blow job.

  “So he finish?” Troy frowned. He was supposed to call the second he reached the 600 he owed. Keith made over three times that and decided to keep it all.

  “Hell yeah. Kept asking me for more; asking how much we holding. Where we keep our shit?” J-bo said like the naïve child he was. “Shit I told him we strapped! Bricks on deck.”

  “That’s right.” Troy cheered and shared a pound with his brother. They high fived at their good fortune while underestimating the depth of a hater’s hate. “Let me go holla at this nigga. Hold this shit down.”

  “I got this.” J-bo said more cocky than he should be.

  “Hey Troy.” Trigga’s mother smiled as she let him in.

  “Keith here?” He asked after a respectful kiss on the woman’s face. He knew how much his boy loved his mother and he loved her as well.

  “He in the back but he got that girl with him.” She said frowning up. She couldn’t stand Sharika for having sons by both her sons. Not to mention she never showed any love for her children. Just abuse and scorn, berating and beratings. “Someone need to whoop her ass real good.”

  “Let me holla at him real quick.” Troy said and eased down the hall. He tapped on the flimsy door and was told to come in.

  The quick invitation led him to believe the couple wasn't doing anything but he was wrong. Sharika was in the midst of loud, slurpy blow job when he entered.

  “You got that bread for me shawty?” Troy asked trying to ignore the porn show.

  Sharika waved and locked eyes with him and went in. She literally inhaled and exhaled Keith’s whole dick. She ran one hand up and down the shaft slick from her saliva.

  “I’ma pay you, you ain’t gotta…arrgh!” Keith began until interrupted by an orgasm.

  “Mm hmm” Sharika nodded as she accepted the warm deposit.

  “Nigga don’t sweat me bout no bread. Fuck outta here.” He demanded.

  “That’s what’s up.” Troy nodded and backed out of the room.

  Sharika winked one of her false eye lashed eyes at him and smiled as much as she could manage with his dick still in her mouth. Troy smiled too since he wouldn’t have to fuck with him anymore.

  Chapter 1 9

  The memories of the previous day played in Cameisha’s head during that time you’re technically awake but haven’t opened your eyes yet. The stiff dick pressing against her backside told her this was more than just a pleasant dream. She opened her eyes and found she was wrapped in his embrace. She couldn’t help but grind her ass on the erection.

  “Mmm” Trigga moaned as the movement awaken him. Since he was up two ways, he got in on the action and grinded back. It was her turn to moan when he freed her breast and fondled them.

  Cameisha flipped around and faced him and shared soft kisses. Simultaneously, they reached down to explore each other’s genitals. She stroked his erection while he played in her wetness. When neither could take anymore, they rolled away and out of the bed to strip.

  Trigga pulled his shorts and boxers off in one motion as she shimmied out of her clothes. She smiled at the pretty dick pointing at her. It was neither too long nor too thick. It was just right, all pleasure, no pain. He tore the condom open with his teeth and rolled it down the shaft.

  Cameisha spread her thick thighs for him as he climbed back on the bed. It was an invitation to her insides that he eagerly accepted. Once he was positioned between her legs, they locked eyes. He separated her other lips with the tip of his dick and eased inside. Trigga sank slowly inside of her until he reached the bottom and grunted and shook.

  “Nuh uh! Un uh! Boy you better not.” Cameisha pleaded when she realized what the convulsions were. “Tell me you did not just cum!”

  “Chill shawty, I got this.” Trigga insisted as he tried to catch his breath.

  “Got what? How you got this when you ain’t last a minute? You ain’t take one stroke! Dang!” Meisha whined like the spoiled brat that she was.

  “Shawty, I’ma need you to do two things.” Trigga said as he replaced the full condom for a new one.

  “What?” She pouted defiantly with her lip poked out.

  “One be quiet and two, roll over.” He demanded and got back in bed.

  Seeing his dick was still rock hard shut up the complaints. She then lay flat on her stomach like she was told. Knowing where he was going she arched her back to help him get there. Trigga pushed back into her hot box until he hit bottom again. He slowly pulled out then plunged back inside. Chop, chop, chop, slowly yet firmly as the sound of their skin meeting echoed in the otherwise quiet room. Chop, chop, chop.

  “Ooh baby, you doing that shit.” Cameisha purred as he chopped, chop, chopped.

  Trigga was quite pleased with himself as she began to thrash violently underneath him. He pushed all the way in and slow grinded her while she came. Once it subsided, he began to chop, chop, chop once more. He chopped them to a matching set of his and hers orgasms then slumped on top of her.

  Neither knew they were sleep until they woke up in the same position an hour later. Same position, same results, chop, chop, chop. Just to prove it wasn’t a fluke, the couple came a second time. They spent the rest of the day right there in that bed. The only sights they saw were each other.

  ****

  “You bout to hit another one?” Lil Debbie asked in shock as Shawn fixed up another blast. The veteran crack addict was still high herself. They used to call her big Debbie until she started smoking crack. “I ain’t came down off the last blast.”

  “Me neither but I’m finna go higher.” She lied. The only thing higher than where she was right now was heaven and she didn’t do anything to deserve that.

  Every junky’s life ambition is to stay high. Die high if possible. Shawn put more than necessary on the tip of the shooter and put the flame on it.

  Lil Debbie watched as the drug sparked and sizzled as Shawn inhaled deeply. The addict pulled a steady stream of smoke that sent the drug coursing through her body. Suddenly she stopped and grabbed her chest. The pipe fell to the ground as she squeezed in a futile attempt to stop the building explosion. Her heart ruptured in one last final thrust that killed her instantly. She dropped dead with a look of sheer agony in her eyes.

  “Shawn? You ok?” The curious little junkie asked the dead woman. Once she realized she was now the only living person in the room she took action.

  Lil Debbie put the still full, still hot shooter into her cheap purse. She then rummaged through Shawn’s purse for stuff dead people didn’t need. Like they say, you can’t take it with you so she relieved her of it. Dead people walk very little so she pulled her shoes off too. Boy with friends like these…

  Shawn was neither the first nor only casualty of the synthetic dope. The new product didn’t ebb and flow like normal coke. Greedy junkies who didn’t wait for it to come down ran the risk of bursting their weakened hearts. There were a few in the Bronx New York and a couple more down in Atlanta. Just
a few disposable people here and there but once somebody who’s somebody dies, people will take notice.

  ****

  “Man!” Cameisha griped when she woke up on the last day of her trip. If Trigga said they were staying here she wouldn’t protest. He didn’t say so she offered, “I hate to go back to Atlanta.”

  “Me too shawty. I guess we gotta go huh?” He asked hoping the same as her.

  “I guess. School starts in a week anyway.” She replied twisting her lips.

  The couple was officially a couple even though no details were discussed. All that mattered was that they were together; they would figure the rest out later. They went to shower the previous night’s sex off but you can guess how that turned out.

  Cameisha had a soapy bath rag in her hand but did more fondling than cleaning and ended up with a nice stiff erection in her hand.

  “You broke it, you bought it.” Trigga laughed. He meant since you made it hard you have to make it soft again. Meisha knew that and wrapped her arms around his neck as he scooped her up. Holding her under her ass he eased inside and lowered her on his dick.

  The couple kissed intently as they fucked standing up. The friction on Cameisha’s clitoris sent her over the edge quickly but Trigga wasn’t far behind her.

  “I’m finna cum.” He alerted since he was in her raw. She kept right on riding until the results of letting Pedro cum in her flashed in her mind.

  She jumped off and worked him with her hand making him cum under the running water. Neither said anything as they washed, dried and dressed. They packed the clothes more as souvenirs than actually needed.

  “You guys enjoy your stay?” Rude boy asked and flashed his gold grill again.

  “We had a ball.” Cameisha beamed brightly. She looked at him in a new light knowing he was somebody. That’s how she saw he had on a hundred thousand dollar watch.

  “Say shawty, let me get a number or something.” Trigga asked. Rude boy pulled a business card from his pocket and wrote on the back. The front was embossed with the hotel name and number but on the back he scribbled a number for his other business.

  “Sup with all these numbers?” Trigga asked Cameisha as they rode to the airport.

  "Country code.” She explained and went back into her feelings. Anyone who has ever experienced Belize has probably felt the same way having to return to earth. Troy was right, it was another planet.

  Once on the plane, Cameisha snuggled up next to her boyfriend and fell asleep. They both ignored the slobber she left on his shoulder when they landed back in America.

  Troy was parked at the curb when the couple exited the terminal. Trigga jumped in the passenger seat and gave his partner a pound.

  “Say shawty. She waiting on you I think?” Troy asked since he had never heard of the word chivalry.

  “My bad lil mama.” Trigga laughed as he got out and opened the rear door. Once she was in and seated he closed it behind her.

  The process repeated itself in reverse when they arrived back at Cameisha’s apartment. They shared a goofy moment as the weight of separation set in. After spending the last 72 hours together, parting was rough.

  “I can’t wait to see you again.” Meisha admitted before she could stop herself. She hated feeling vulnerable.

  “Miss you already.” Trigga replied since they were being honest. He leaned down offering a kiss that was eagerly accepted.

  Troy winced as he watched them tongue kiss. In his world all females were hoes and all hoes sucked dick so ain’t no kissing.

  Chapter 20

  “Is that it? Want me to toss in the hope diamond too? The moon?” Juan asked sarcastically yet playfully after Cameisha ran through a lengthy list of ‘I needs’.

  “Um…no…I think that’s got it.” She smiled. What she requested was another car and a house big enough for the whole crew somewhere out of the way and away from the action. That and lots more weed and lots more coke.

  “I’ll send you over to Decatur Motor Shop. My man Abdul-Qawwi will put you in something nice.” He nodded. He knew his friend would school her on how to turn drug money into legitimate car sales. No cash in a paper bag, they would set up a loan paid from an escrow account.

  “As for the house, I have a six bedroom sitting empty in Gwinnet County.” He added

  “That’s perfect!” She shouted. It was far away from the action but a quick commute to school and the apartment trap house. “And my drugs?”

  “A hundred pounds is a lot of weed.” He advised with an air of caution.

  “Nah, not really. We move a couple pounds a day in nickels, dimes and quarters. Then the small time dope boys be wanting pounds so….besides you told me 350 a pound if I bought a hundred so it’s a good investment.” She explained.

  “Si, si.” Juan nodded impressed by her hustle.

  “Oh! And two keys please.” Cameisha asked batting her eyes.

  “Two kilos? You can handle two kilos?” He frowned.

  “Probably more. That shit sells itself.” She shot back. “Would be nice if you fronted me two on top of my two.”

  “Hustla fo real! Tell you what…Let’s see how you do with two then we’ll see.” Juan agreed. "Now get me 67 grand and Manny will drop it off.”

  “Here.” Cameisha said handing him her bag stuffed with just that amount. She knew he wouldn’t say no.

  “Gotta love you." Juan laughed and spread his arms.

  Cameisha took him up on the hug and embraced him. Of course that’s exactly how Angela walked in and found them. Brother and sister braced for the tirade that never came. Instead of sucking teeth and rolling eyes she was happy.

  “Aww, so sweet how much you guys love each other.” Angela gushed. It was only the threat in Marisol’s tone that prevented her from spilling the beans. She ignored the confused looks pasted on their faces and went on. “Cameisha darling, we must go shopping and do lunch.”

  “Um…ok?” Meisha asked looking to Juan for explanations. He would only shrug his shoulders since he didn’t have a clue.

  ****

  “Ooh thank you baby!” Trigga’s mother squealed with delight at her present. It was only a bathrobe and cup from the airport gift shop in Belize but it was from her baby.

  Trigga kissed her cheek and went into the bedroom. His mother put the robe on and filled the mug with coffee. She was strutting around like the Queen of England when her hateful, hate-filled son barged in.

  “Fuck you got on mama?” He demanded frowning at the plush robe.

  “My baby bought it for me.” She said proudly. “He love his mama.”

  “And I don’t? You tryna say I don’t love my mama!” Keith demanded hotly. He looked like he would slap her down if she said the wrong answer.

  “Sure you do son.” She said fearfully.

  “Damn right.” He shouted and stormed off to confront his brother. He barged in the room and said, “That’s some real bullshit. You ain’t letting nobody eat.”

  “You right, my bad.” Trigga replied like a diplomat.

  “Huh?” Keith asked confused. He was prepared to argue and had no defense for that comment.

  “Look shawty, we got a nigga that was testing us out. Now that he see we can move product, he gone fuck with us.”

  “Who?” Keith demanded skeptically. He had followed him to a buy and assumed he knew. If Trigga confirmed it he was set to move.

  “Some big nigga, got the work.” He replied evasively, not knowing what he set in motion.

  ****

  Keith wasn’t the only one feeling the pinch of the superior dope. Once word got out that some good dope was being served over in Westfield Apartments, the junkies flocked. It was like a crack head exodus. That meant more money for Trigga but you already know, mo money, mo problems.

  “What the fuck is this shawty?” Squeal demanded when Lil Shock returned with more dope than money.

  Squeal ran the drug trade in the nearby Oak Tree apartments. They didn’t call him Squeal because he would tel
l something; on the contrary, he was a killer. Over the last few weeks his pockets were getting lighter and lighter as his dealers returned with the dope. He had it on smash for so long that he reduced his product to shit. Now that there was some butter around, he was stuck with it.

  “Ain’t nobody coming to the trap!” Shock whined. “They be walking right past me."

  “Fox! Say fox, get over here.” Squeal demanded when a well-known addict ambled by. Just like Squeal, she got her nickname a long time ago back when she really was a fox. That was many moons and many rocks ago.

  “Sup Squeal?” She asked as she rushed over. The dealer had a reputation for putting a foot up asses and no one likes a foot in the ass. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

  “Where you going and don’t lie?” Squeal demanded.

  “Finna go holla at J-bo dem in Westfield.” She admitted shamefully bowing her head.

  “J-bo dem? Bitch I got the fattest rocks on the west side of Atlanta.” He shot back. It was true too because he put so much baking soda in the mix that he could turn one kilo into two. It was straight garbage versus that straight glass.

  “They shit small but it’s that butter. Put yo ass on the damn roof.” She cheered like a cheerleader. Head cheerleader for the ATL crack heads.

  She would have went on singing their praises if Squeal hadn’t fired a bullet into her brain. The projectile entered her temple and dropped her like she was hot. He reached into her pocket and came out with two crumbled five dollar bills. He tossed two nicks at her corpse and walked off.

  Chapter 21

  Cameisha decided to surprise her friends with the new house. First, she spent a little money decorating the place to make it girly. Knowing what she knew about each of her friends she tailored their bedrooms to suit their individual personalities.

  Aqua’s room had a sports theme. The schools team colors adorned the walls and Steven’s jerseys were turned into a comforter. Dasia’s room wash splashed in her favorite yellow while Jackie’s was dipped in black and filled with all black everything. Samantha’s resembled a lab just like she liked.