Dope Girl 3

by Sa'id Salaam

  “Only thing worse than a thief is a snitch.” Trigga growled hotly. If it was up to him, they would both be extinct. “Yall find out who, let me know.”

  “ok baby.” Meisha lied again. If and when she found out who did it, she was going to murder them herself.

  When they reached the car, Jackie popped the trunk. Trigga knew that was meant for him and went to retrieve his product. The weight of the cocaine inspired a sense of urgency. He put Cameisha into her car like a gentleman and gave her a peck on the lips and was gone.

  “That brick wasn’t open but what we gone do about sales at the apartment?” Jackie asked as she drove away.

  “Lord knows Aqua is done. I feel so bad for her.” Cameisha said feeling a tear warm her cheek. She had no idea it was her using him as a decoy that led to this. “Can’t trust Cynt crazy ass.”

  “Hell naw!” Jackie spat bitterly. If up to her, Cynthia would have been dead a long with Pedro and Big Shawty.

  “Ooh! I know who I can get! Let me call Sincerity.”

  Chapter 24

  “Nigga, you calling meetings like you the president or some shit.” Keith demanded, looking in the other dealers’ faces for support and finding none. They were all hungry, starving and Trigga had the food. “Who you ‘posed to be, Proposition Joe or some shit!”

  “Look bruh, I ain’t tryna step on no toes. If yall don’t wanna hear what I’m talking ‘bout, I’ll push. Shit can stay like it is." Trigga replied turning the light back around and shinning it back on his brother.

  “Nah, go ‘head and say what you saying!” Hambone said, frowning at Keith. The balance of power had just shifted and everyone felt it, especially Keith.

  “Aight, check it. I caught a lil toe hold with the brick man. He gone fuck with us on some weight and I’m tryna spread some love.”

  “Spread love then!” Man-Man cheered triumphantly. The sentiment was echoed throughout the crew just as Trigga knew it would be.

  “Aint no more re-up. Keep yo money or trick off with that shit. All yall know my B.M. got that fiyah head and fuck for the low.” Trigga said shooting a jab at his bother for messing with Sharika. The men and boys all nodded since most of them had romp with the loose woman.

  “We gonna front yall G-packs. All you gotta do is brang back 750 and keep the rest.” Troy added. It was less money than they could make on their own but since they didn’t have to spend up front it was free money. Of all the kinds of money there is, free money is the best.

  “But no shorts! No excuses! No working it off!” Trigga warned. “You won’t get shit else if you short a damn dime.”

  “And I’ma come see ‘bout you.” Troy added. Negotiations always flow smoother with a threat of violence.

  “Once you flip, pay me then see Troy or J-Bo for the next G-pack.” Trigga instructed.

  J-Bo nodded proudly nodded at being included with the bosses. He got a few pats on the back and congrats from his boys. Of course, Keith and Rickey frowned and hated.

  “Now them niggas round the corner gonna be hot cuz we got that glass so be on point.” Trigga warned as Troy passed out G-packs.

  The trappers eagerly accepted the dope, Keith included. Troy shot him a dangerous glance when he handed him one. It was in memory of the ounce he got and never paid for. He never told Trigga but this would be the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.

  “Preciate it.” Keith tenses not knowing he just accepted enough rope to hand himself. He smiled once more then headed to the apartment to wait on his brother to pitch his request. He had recently come up on some money he wanted to invest.

  “Aight shawty that’s 12.” Troy relayed to Trigga. “Plus my uncle Dirty D gone pay eight for ounces if we front him.”

  “Eight?” Trigga asked curiously since the going rate was only six to six fifty for an ounce.

  “He got them white people paying like eleven, twelve for them shits so he eating. 'Sides he got a barbershop so he good for it.”

  “Aight, he your problem.” Trigga warned.

  “Speaking of problems, sup with Squeal dem?” Troy inquired.

  “I’ma holla at that nigga. He can work our pack or get shot. His choice.” Trigga shot back. “Hope he say no so we can get them ‘partments too.”

  “Nah you ain’t Proposition Joe.” Troy laughed then turned ominous. “You Marlon!”

  ****

  “Say shawty let me holla at you?” Keith asked humbly when Trigga walked into the apartment. His wise brother heard the contrition in his voice and knew he wanted something. He made up his mind that the answer was ‘no’ to whatever it was. He gave him four years of his life and didn’t have nothing else for him.

  “What?” He demanded without breaking stride. “I’m tryna hit mama off with a few bucks for the house. Since no one else is.”

  “That’s what’s up. I’m finna break her off too.” He lied like the liar he was.

  “I know you plugged in and I see how you tryna operate and I respect that.” Keith lied again. He didn’t respect it or anything else. In fact, he hated it with his entire black heart. “I got ten bands. Let me get half a key. I know they less than that so you can keep the change. And I’ma set up shop in the Eastside so I’m out yo way!”

  “Where you get ten racks from?” Trigga wanted to know. He didn’t miss the fact that it was the exact number stolen from Cameisha’s people.

  “Huh?” Keith said saying he stole it. “Oh, um saved it up.”

  “No.” Trigga replied and walked in on his mother in the kitchen.

  Keith stopped dead in his tracks at being shot down. His blood was already boiling but hearing his mother squeal in delight when Trigga walked in turned up the heat. He listened to their laughter and her begging to feed him. She never laughed with him, never begged to feed him.

  “Ooh my baby loves his mama.” Mrs. Jackson squealed again when Trigga stuffed a roll of money into her robe pocket. It was just fives and ones but added to a few hundred. The spare cash drug dealers shoot mothers and side pieces.

  “Sho nuff.” Trigga agreed and smooched her cheek. He went into the back to spend a minute with his son before leaving. On the way out of the living room, he walked right by Keith without so much as a look. Fuck him.

  No sooner did Trigga leave Keith rushed into the kitchen to his mother. His goal was to wipe that smile off her face. He saw the wad of money in her pocket and went for it.

  “Let me that!” He demanded grabbing the fistful of dollars.

  “Sure baby.” Mama purred cautiously. Her son Keith looked just like his father when he was angry and his father use to whoop that ass when he was angry. “Tarvious will give me more.”

  “I got something for you too mama.” The bad seed said deviously. He reached into his bomb and came out with several rocks.

  “You know I don’t mess with them no more.” Mrs. Jackson begged as she accepted the cocaine. The sight of the dope in her palm caused her stomach to churn until she passed gas loudly.

  “That’s right mama. You ‘member that glass. Plenty more where that came from too.”

  “I done good too huh? I ain't smoked in a while! ” She asked since the battle was all but lost.

  “You have, you have to go on and treat you self.” The evil son urged. He kissed the same cheek the good son kissed before he left and left.

  Mrs. Jackson fought as valiantly as any drug addict had ever fought until being overcome by her desires. Ironically, her bedroom was 12 steps away. 12 steps in the wrong direction. She fixed a quick treat for her grandkids then locked herself in her bedroom to treat herself.

  Chapter 25

  “Come again?” Sincerity demanded sure she heard Cameisha incorrectly but she hadn’t. “Them two! You sure?”

  “Yes I’m sure. Ain’t too many people I can trust down here.” She said. She was already spending too much time having to check and double check on Dasia at the apartment.

  “Aight yo. Just wire the money and I got the rest. They Geo
rgia’s problem now.” She said and hung up.

  “Welp, that’s set.” Cameisha told Jackie sitting across from her in the den.

  Aqua had yet to say a word and barely ventured out of her bedroom shrine. Samantha was in class and Dasia was playing between Lisa’s legs. It was good to have Jackie alone because Meisha had something on her mind.

  “Hey Jack, you ever…um..I mean you and Ralph be…oh boy.” She sighed.

  “Oh boy is right if you shy. I’m almost scared to know.” Jackie laughed.

  “Ok, I’m saying….Ok, Bilal use to go down on me and I loved that shit. But…I never returned the favor.” She said still beating around the bush.

  “Nope never!” Jackie shot back quickly. “But to keep it one hundred, he kinda got me wanting to try it. He ain’t never ask but he do me and he so nice. I feel like I owe him.”

  “Right! Cuz Trigga ain’t never ask me, he ain’t even done me but… I just wanna please him.” Meisha said wistfully. In her mind, he was her first real boyfriend.

  Tay turned out to be some bullshit. Pedro was even worse and Bilal was just infatuated with some young pussy. But Trigga? Trigga was the Clyde to her Bonnie. They hadn’t spent much time together since Belize because school started for her and he was trapping like a dope boy should.

  “I’ma do it.” Jackie announced with a wicked grin. “Only…I don’t’ know how.”

  “Me too and me neither.” Cameisha said just as wickedly.

  “Ooh, let’s watch a porno and learn how!”

  They rushed over to the computer to search for some porno. Meisha sat down at the desk with Jackie at her side. A site offering amateur blow jobs caught their eye since they were in fact amateurs. Cameisha clicked on the site and class was in session.

  “Corny!” Cameisha laughed at the cheesy porn music and even worse porn dialog. The inane conversation somehow led to the man pulling out an enormous penis.

  “Now see, if a nigga ever pulled out some shit like that on me, I’m running!” Jackie vowed squeezing her thighs tight.

  “Nigga pull some shit out on me like that I’ma shoot it.”

  This was supposed to be an amateur blow job but the woman sucked dick like a pro. She expertly ran through a medley of advanced cock sucking techniques. She hit ‘the flute’, the ‘look ma no hands’ and the ever popular ‘whistle while you work’.

  “That don’t look so hard. I think I can do that.” Jackie nodded in agreement with herself. “It actually looks kinda fun.”

  “I am gonna do it. If I ever get to spend some time with my man that is.” Meisha added melancholically.

  The girls watched in silence as they contemplated doing what she was doing to the men in their lives. She was sucking, slurping and stroking as he made grotesque fuck faces. Finally the inevitable happened and he pulled out of her mouth and exploded on her face.

  “Oh hell naw!” Jackie spat disgusted. “Not in the nostrils!”

  “On second thought…I’m cool.” Meisha frowned. “Cuz mm, no un uh.”

  ****

  “Here come Squeal dem!” Man-Man warned urgently. Squeal marched over to the Westfield apartments swinging a 38 in his hand. He had refused to work Trigga’s package no matter how sweet the deal. Only hubris made him pass on the win-win arrangement. Trigga offered to front him work to work through his workers but that didn’t work. Instead he declared war and this was its first battle.

  “Yall got work?” Squeal asked scanning their faces for deceit. They say the truth hurts but not as much as lying to a man with a gun. These were dope boys in the trap, of course they had work.

  “Yeah, same shit yall got over yall ‘partments’. Hambone said defiantly. He made it a point to rub it in that the dope boys he once employed were working for Trigga too.

  “Let me get it, all of it.” Squeal said politely. He could afford to be polite because a 38 snub nose is a rude mother fucker.

  “Man that’s that bull shit!” Gene whined as he emptied his pockets. He pulled out the dope but left the money.

  “Fuck that shit. I ain’t bout to give you my shit.” Hambone snarled.

  “No problem. Keep it.” Squeal replied evenly. His voice didn’t hold a hint of the violence to come. Once he had collected all their dope and some of their money he ordered them to turn around. “Now drop yall pants. ‘Cept you Ham, you cool.”

  The young dealers sighed, huffed and complained but complied. It wasn’t much of a request since they all wore their shorts and jeans below their asses anyway. Man-Man misunderstood and dropped his boxers too. Squeal let out a chuckle as he raised the pistol and shot them in the ass. When he got to Ham-bone he raised it higher and shot him in the back of the head.

  “Keep that too.” Squeal told his corpse before turning and leaving.

  ****

  Later that night Cameisha rode solo towards Atlanta’s Hartsfield Airport. She had Trigga on the speaker phone alternating between boo loving and business, between sex and violence.

  “You tried talking to the nigga? Sometimes all you gotta do is talk stuff out.” Cameisha urged.

  “I did try! This nigga Squeal done robbed my people and kilt my homeboy! Ain’t no more talk.” Trigga shot back hotly.

  “Well babe when the tech nine speaks people listen. Handle yo business then.” Meisha replied.

  “Listen at you! Handle my business huh?” He laughed.

  “That ain’t the only business needs handling.” She purred. “That’s if you ever have time for me.”

  “Aw baby, be patient. I just made sure we gone get to spend a lot more time together.” Trigga hinted.

  “Aight, I’m here. I’ll holla.” Cameisha said as she pulled into the airport parking lot. The couple didn’t do ‘I love you’ so they mutually hung up.

  Not trusting her guest to be able to make it all the way through the airport without causing a catastrophe, she went to meet them at the gate. The plane was just unloading when she got there and sure enough Self and Bad-Ass were being escorted off by a petulant stewardess.

  “A-yo Meisha!” Self cheered snatching away from the red faced woman. He ran over and practically jumped into her arms.

  “Sup lil homie.” She said squeezing the teen tightly. “How was your flight?”

  “It was cool yo, ‘cept that bitch wouldn’t let a nigga get no beer.” Self grumbled and frowned at the escort.

  “But you got it anyway didn’t you.” The woman sneered. “And whiskey and all the peanuts.”

  The three of them laughed at the distraught woman as she stormed off. Bad-Ass watched her ass until she was out of sight then turned to Cameisha.

  “Sup ma, I get a hug too?” He asked in that manish little manner of his.

  “Sure do! Come here.” Meisha said spreading her arms. Mistake, because as soon as he wrapped his arms around her he started grinding.

  “Eww.” She screamed and shoved him away. “Nasty little boy got a hard on.”

  “You did it.” Bad-Ass laughed living up to his name once more.

  “Come on, let’s get yall luggage.” She suggested.

  “We ain’t got no bags.” Self proclaimed. They were semi-fresh for the plane ride but the clothes stuffed in their carry-on bags were their only possessions.

  “That’s cool, we gone get yall straight. Ready to get this money?” Meisha asked as she led them through the airport. Only Self replied because Bad-Ass fell back to watch her ass shift from side-to-side. When he didn’t reply she looked back and found him in a trance.

  “Nasty little boy, get up here.” She said snatching him by the arm. She ended up escorting him just like the stewardess had done.

  “A-yo, this you!?” Self exclaimed when Cameisha remotely popped the locks on the Benz.

  “Shole is. Word is bond if yall be on point yall will both be pushing one in no time. Well, once you get old-enough to get a license and can see over the steering wheel.”

  The two teens said ‘that’s my car’ claiming each exotic vehicle t
hey passed. They rode in awed silence towards downtown Atlanta. This was a whole new world from the red bricks of the projects they rarely ventured out of.

  “Here we go.” Cameisha announced when they arrived at the apartments. She led them to the door and stuck her head inside. “Got a surprise for you Dasia!”

  “What?...Oh hell nah!” She laughed when Self appeared behind her. When Bad-Ass appeared she suddenly got shy.

  “Sup ma.” Bad Ass said lowering his eyelids and licking his lips seductively.

  “Hey Bad-Ass.” Dasia replied guiltily looking at her feet. Cameisha frowned at the odd behavior until she figured it out.

  “Oh hell naw! Dasia did you fuck this little boy?”

  “Man I felt sorry for the little nigga and gave him some pussy. Since he kept begging.” She admitted.

  That was half of the story. The rest was that Dasia was doing bad so she fucked him to smoke a blunt with her. Turns out Cameisha saved them all.

  “What they doing down here?” Dasia turned and asked.

  “Here to help get this money. They gonna stay here and help since Aqua…” Cameisha replied. The thought of her friend choked her up once again.

  “A-yo you wanna get something to eat or hang out?” Bad-Ass asked looking at Cameisha up and down until his gaze settled on her breast.

  “Anyway little boy. Yall room in the back. Make yourselves at home. I’ll come by after class and take yall shopping.” Meisha advised. She planted a kiss on Self’s forehead that made him giggle, then hit the door.

  Cameisha made sure to toss her ass from side-to-side to tease Bad-Ass but Dasia enjoyed the show as well. Both sets of eyes started lustfully and both sets of lips got licked.

  “A-yo weed in that bowl, food in the fridge. I’m out.” Dasia exclaimed as soon as Meisha left.

  With some help here, she decided to go over to Lisa’s. By the time she explained the operation and prices, Lisa had texted from outside.

  “Sushi time, I’ll see yall in the a.m.” She announced and pushed.