by Sa'id Salaam
The only thing on the menu was vagina and coke. As soon as they got to Lisa’s, Dasia dove face first into her crotch. She only got one of her pants legs off before Dasia had her screaming and shaking. Practice makes proficient and she was a pussy eating pro.
“Mmm my turn.” Dasia said enthusiastically as soon as Lisa stopped convulsing. She peeled her tight jeans off and shimmied out of the wet panties.
Vaginas are marvelous things so Lisa took a minute to marvel at it. She played, poke and prodded it; letting her finger slide in and out the silky wetness. Yes, vagina is indeed a marvelous thing. Wonderful, just wonderful.
Lisa leaned in and began to lick. She kissed, sucked and licked until Dasia was on the verge of orgasm then stopped. Once the sensation subsided she did the exact same thing.
“Why you keep stopping? Why you won’t let me cum?” Dasia pleaded desperately.
“I don’t want you to cum. I want you to come. Come with me back to Saint Louis.” Lisa demanded.
“I can’t just leave my girls yo.” She whined. “I owe.”
“How you owe?” Lisa asked sitting up. “Yall supposed to all be partners but old girl got a Benz. Yall supposed to be partners but you ain’t getting your fair share. One fourth of the money and the drugs is yours.”
Lisa went into Dasia’s pant pocket and pulled out the eight ball she brought along. Dasia listened to the words reverberate in her head until they sounded reasonable.
“You right.” She said softly then kissed her softly. Dasia guided Lisa back between her lips and grinded her crotch against her mouth. “Make me cum.”
“You …..wanna….cum?” Lisa asked between licks. You…gonna…..come?”
“Yes, yes, and yes!” Dasia screamed as Lisa licked her over the edge.
Chapter 26
“So what’s this big surprise?” Cameisha asked again as Trigga whipped his new whip through downtown. The dope boy spent a few bucks on a subdued ride. Nothing fancy, just a used Impala with no tint or rims.
“You’ll see in a minute.” He replied evasively. True to his word, a minute later he pulled into the garage of a condo building on Peachtree Street.
Meisha knew she was finally about to get her some loving and felt her panties get squishy wet. She took his hand as he led her to the elevator. They rode in silence up to the tenth floor and got out. She was thoroughly amused by the mischievous grin on his face.
“Who’s place is this?” She exclaimed as he opened the door to a unit and stepped aside so she could enter. The spacious condo was empty except for a futon and flat screen TV.
“Loved ones.” He said leading her into a small kitchen. After the bathroom, the only room left on the tour was the bedroom. Again he pushed the door open and stepped aside. Cameisha took one look and lost it.
“Oh my God is that…” was all she could get out when she saw the pink mink coat laid across the lonely bed. She reacted the same way she did when she saw it in the store and slid into it. Again, she hugged herself and rubbed her face against the soft fur on the collar. When she stuck her hands in the pockets, she felt a foreign object.
“Huh?” She asked Trigga as she pulled it out and showed him.
“Huh what? That’s your coat and your keys to the door. This is our condo.” He said proudly.
“Take your clothes off. Every stitch, socks, drawers, everything.” Cameisha ordered wickedly. After extracting herself from the coat she laid it on the thick carpet and shed her own clothes.
Cameisha pushed him backwards until he fell on the bed and climbed on top of him. Trigga grabbed handfuls of her plump ass as their tongues invaded each other’s mouths. He reached around and slid a finger inside of her. Trigga toyed with her love button while she stroked him. She let out a soft shimper when he made her cum.
Knowing it was now or never, Cameisha took a deep breath and went down. Both sides of his neck got kissed and sucked before his Adams apple got some attention. She sucked his nipples just as vigorously as he did hers. When she pushed her tongue inside of his belly button, he knew he was on the dawn of a blow job.
Trigga felt the mixed emotions every man feels when about to get head for the first time from a girl you really, really like. Sure you’re grateful but just how many dicks had this chick licked? Big sigh.
Cameisha winced as she stuck out her tongue to taste her first penis. To her delight, it tasted just like the rest of his body did. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and let him inside.
“Ouch!” Trigga shouted in pain as her teeth scraped his shaft.
“I’m sorry, this my first time.” She said apologetically. She looked devastated at not being able to please her man. Little did she know she just did, immensely.
“That’s fine lil mama. Just go slow and no teeth.” He coached. Trigga was an expert at getting head and showed her what to do. Her hand, mouth combination soon had him moaning.
Cameisha was pleased with herself from his moans and the way he curled his toes into a fist. Had she not had a mouth full of dick, she would have smiled. His leg started shaking and she remembered it did that when he was about to cum. She just got him out of her mouth when he came.
“Boy!” She complained when a warm blast of semen hit her cheek. It was far less repulsive as the movie so she stayed calm. Instead, she stroked him until he finished.
Cameisha wiped the cum off her face as Trigga pulled her back up. Real niggas do real things so he showed his tongue back into her mouth. They tongue kissed for a few minutes until he flipped her onto her back.
“My turn.” He said and began his descent to return the favor. Titties ware a lot of fun so he alternated sucking each one. He bypassed the belly button and lid face first into her hot box.
“Ouch!” She jumped as he scraped her protruding clitoris.
She gave him an ‘E’ for effort but that’s about all because his head was the worst. It was his first time too and it showed. Cameisha was too impatient and too horny to teach so she grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled his face into her vagina. He could barley breath as she grinded against his face. Luckily, she came before he suffocated because that’s a really fucked up way to go out. Then again…
Again, real niggas do real things so, she pulled him up and tasted her juices on his tongue, lips and face. Trigga reached in his pants and pulled a condom out while they kissed. He played in her wetness as he rolled the rubber onto his raging erection.
“Mmm, shit!” Meisha moaned as he plunged into her and slowly sank. He only got a few strokes until she stopped him. “Wait.
“What’s wrong baby?” Trigga inquired when he was suddenly evicted from her vagina.
“This.” She replied reaching down and rolling the condom in the other direction. Once she got it off, she guided him back inside of her. “It’s your pussy.”
Trigga made slow passionate love to her until she shuddered from an orgasm. Then he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and fucked her until he had once of his own.
“Bet that gets me an introduction to the connect.” He laughed.
“Nope! The pussy is yours but the connect is mine.” She laughed. “Dope girl for real!”
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Ironically, at the same time Trigga was fucking Cameisha, he and Troy were getting fucked as well, by multiple partners at that.
Troy’s Uncle Dirty D started off strong. He would get a couple of ounces, cut them into three and sell them at twelve hundred each to his white customers. Not only did he cut the product but his ounces never weighed more than 22 grams. He earned the moniker Dirty D because he was a low down, dirty dude.
He was up to a quarter key when he just said fuck Troy. He just decided the eleven grand was too much to come off of so he kept it. Troy called, begged and pleaded but Dirty D wasn’t paying. This is what’s known in the drug game as the ‘fuck shit’ and it was going around.
****
“Man fuck this shit!” Keith fumed as he barely scraped together the seven fifty to re-up.
Not only had he fucked off the ten grand he stole from Aqua’s shoe box but most of the money from his last g-pack. Being the nefarious snake that he was, an evil plot slithered through his mind. He filled his partner Rickey in and he was down too.
“You right, they gone think Squeal did it.” Rickey cheered when he heard the plan. Squeal had been robbing all the dope boys since being squeezed out.
The partners in slime staked out Troy’s house until they watched him come and leave. Knowing the trappers were on hold they knew he just made a drop to J-bo. As soon as he pulled out of the complex they made their move.
Rickey pulled his ski mask down when they reached Troy’s door but for some reason Keith didn’t. There was no time to ask him about it because he lowered his shoulder into the cheap door. The frail partition opened quicker than Sharika’s legs after a blunt.
“Keith?” Mrs. Jones asked as they came rushing in. She wondered why the boy she watched grow up was bursting into her apartment. She would never find out.
“Shut the fuck up.” Keith replied with a U.S. Open worthy backhand with the pistol. She laid down for an impromptu nap as they rushed to the back room.
“Fo real shawty?” J-bo asked when Keith ran bare face gun first into the room.
“You shut the fuck up too and break yourself nigga.” Rickey demanded, lowering his voice in disguise.
“You don’t think I know that’s you? Rickey!” J-bo said.
“You must think this a game.” Keith growled moving in. J-bo knew it wasn’t a game and had seen the man shoot people before.
The teen didn’t have any more questions so he did as he was told and produced the drugs. Troy had just dropped off twenty g-packs and he handed them over.
“My brother dem gone see 'bout you.” J-bo swore. “You too Rickey.”
“Don’t worry, your brother right behind you.” Keith laughed and fired a bullet into his face.
J-bo back peddled until he hit the wall and slid down. Keith mistook the involuntary twitching as signs of life and fired again. This bullet slammed into his forehead and the movement stopped.
“What the fuck shaawty! Fuck you kill J-bo for?” Rickey whined. They all grew up together plus he was a child. Keith debated for a second as to whether or not to kill him too. In the end he decided not to shoot him. Not just yet.
“Stop bitching and come on.” He demanded and led the way out of the room. On the way back through the living room he fired a round into the sleeping woman’s head.
“Shawty we ain’t gone be able to trap that shit out here.” Rickey shouted when they got to the car.
“We ain’t gonna trap it, bout to sell the whole bomb to my nigga Squeal!”
Chapter 27
Part of a dope’s duty is checking the traps. Just like a hunter routinely checks theirs. Running a criminal operation means operating with criminals and criminals need constant supervision. He had been schooled well enough to separate himself from sales but he still had to maintain a presence. This way one could tell him shit about losses, bust or robberies if he was onsite. He kept the workers off balance by not keeping a set schedule. All you knew was that he was coming. He and Troy would pop in and out unannounced several times a day.
When Trigga pulled off of I-20, he saw a woman dart across the street and jump into a car. It was a classic crack whore maneuver only the woman looked just like his mother. Only the urgent text that got him out of his bed kept him from pulling a u-turn to make sure that wasn’t his mother. Most of his childhood was spent watching his mother feeding a wicked addiction. The coded 911 text meant the same thing in their world so Trigga dropped everything and picked up a gun. Since there was no talking on phones, he would have to wait to see what the emergency was.
“Probably this nigga Squal gain.” Trigga growled as he drove. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles had lost color.
Not only did Trigga and Troy stop in their apartment daily but Squeal’s as well. An S.O.S. was issued and the man would be shot on sight as soon as they saw him. Even now he couldn’t help but do a drive through to see if he was out. Trigga parked near the top of the apartment complex and walked down to the trap.
“Sup shawty.” Cat eye said sadly with his head hung low. The green eyed youth was J-bo’s best friend and was devastated by his murder. He was still in the trap because the show must go on.
“Where’s Troy?” Trigga asked curtly hoping to avoid the ‘he say, she say’ gossip. What most lay people don’t know is that the trap runs a close third to beauty and barber shops when it comes to gossip.
Good thing too because Trigga’s mom had been the topic of conversation. Every since Keith got her smoking again, she rekindled her love affair with crack. Since Trigga kept her with cash, Keith had no problem selling to her. He was out tricking so she went out to do the same. Her first stop was the trap in the apartment but no one wanted to risk getting caught with their dick in the boss’ mother. Mrs. Jackson set out to give ten dollar blow jobs until she had enough to fill her pipe for the night.
“There go Troy!” Man-man exclaimed breaking the awkward silence. He still had a bullet in his ass but was out trapping none the less. The show must go on because the three ring circus that is the Hood never closes.
“Man that nigga Squeal done killed my brother and my mother!” Troy said hotly through a plume of blunt smoke.
“Sorry to hear ‘bout that shawty.” Trigga consoled and embraced him in a manly hug. “We gone get that nigga.”
“Fo real though.” Cat eye seconded, producing an AK-47 to prove it.
“Yall got a green light on that nigga. He come around here again yall wet his ass up.” Trigga demanded. “Ten bands on his head, 15 if you bring his ass alive so Troy can get some get back.”
“Brang him to me. I gotta kill that nigga myself.” Troy moaned.
“Let’s walk.” Trigga said, leading Troy away so they could talk business. “Sup with yo fam in Decatur?”
“Man, my unc trippin. He acting like he don’t wanna pay us.” He replied
“I probably need to go talk to him myself then. He tryin you cuz yall related.” Trigga suggested.
“That nigga ain’t gone listen.” Troy griped.
“Trust me, when the tech nine speaks, people listen. My girl told me that.”
“Yo girl? I need me a girl like that.”
The friends matched up sales numbers until it all balanced out. They shared another man hug and Trigga went to go check on his mother and son. He was pleased to see the door was now locked as he insisted. Using the key he entered the apartment and caused a scene.
“Daddy!” Lil Trigga shouted and dropped his game controller. His cousin kept right on playing as he rushed over and jumped into his father’s arm
“Sup lil man, you being good?” The father asked looking toward the kitchen. Since his mother kicked her drug habit that’s usually where she could be found. She knew she had neglected her family for years and sough to make it up by feeding them.
“Yes sir!” Lil Trigga lied. He wasn’t a terrible child but he really couldn’t be called good either. Rambunctious, mannish, and at times truculent but not good.
“Where mama?” He asked with a frown when she didn’t rush out the kitchen with a plate of food.
“She said she be back!” Trigga’s nephew announced taking a commanding lead on the game. Lil Trigga protested and ran over to grab his controller.
Trigga walked cautiously to his mother’s room hoping not to find what he was looking for. A big sigh escaped him as the tell tale signs of drug use smacked him in the face. The overflowing ashtray filled with menthols smoked all the way to the butt, a small length of wire used to ‘push’ a crack pipe and several pieces of Brillo. He could only shake his head as his heart broke. Oddly he felt nothing for the other mother’s smoking his product.
“Come on yall. We finna go to Nana’s house.” He said when he returned.
“Ooh Nana!” The kids
cheered and shouted at going to their beloved great-grandmother’s house. The large yard filled with trees allowed the kids to be kids.
Trigga was on high alert as he walked his child and sister’s kids to the car. Squeal wouldn’t think twice at getting at him in front of the kids. The feeling was mutual because Trigga planned to leave him wherever he found him. This was real beef. Not like that bullshit hating urban authors engage in online. Real beef ends in murder not ‘likes’.
“I wanna stay with you daddy.” Lil Trigga pouted when they reached his grandmother’s house. The vague memory of his own father’s face crossed his eyes and he couldn’t say no. Besides, he had been wanting to introduce the two loves of his life but rarely had free time; until now.
Lil Trigga was sound asleep by the time they reached the downtown condo. Big Trigga smiled at the sight of his woman’s car as he parked next to it. He got out and scooped his sleeping child to carry upstairs. After laying the boy on the futon, he went into his bedroom. The hopes for a little late night loving were dashed when he found Cameisha snoring loudly and slobbering on her pillow. He stripped down to his boxers and wife beater and slid in beside her.
Cameisha woke up the next morning with an erection poking her backside. She grinded against it until she was wet and put it inside of her. That’s when Trigga woke up.
“Mm.” He moaned feeling her warm wetness engulf him. Pussy is great at all times but that first thing in the morning pussy is a little extra. She rocked him in and out of her until he climaxed with a grunt.
“That’s right baby.” She purred encouraging him to let it go. She didn’t cum with him or at all but it wasn’t about her. Like her aunt DG up in Yonkers told her, “sometimes a man just needs to bust a nut and you should let him. If you don’t the next bitch will.”
Feeling him throb inside of her made her remember to take her pill. Once he was spent, he pulled out and went into the shower. He returned, got dressed and kissed her forehead.
