Dope Girl 3

by Sa'id Salaam

  “Problemo?” Mama Salazar asked with one brow raised.

  “No, no problem senora.” He replied and left; left to go kill Angela before she made it home.

  ****

  “How does the defendant plea?” A federal judge boomed down from his lofty perch. He had just read the charge of conspiracy to possess a controlled substance and as agreed upon the defendant copped out.

  “Guilty your honor,” Bilal said with his chin up as if the act of stupidity was noble. As agreed upon he was sentenced to serve 6 months of confinement followed by four and a half years on federal probation.

  The plea also meant the now convicted felon would lose his license and no longer be allowed to practice medicine. Sauvé sat with the other spectators and nodded with approval. Now his goody two shoes brother had no choice but to come back to the family business.

  The judge was still rambling the particulars of the deal but Bilal didn’t hear a word of it. All he could think of was Cameisha, the girl he loved; the girl who put him in this situation. The girl he was supposed to kill in six months. The girl seated a row back from his brother.

  Bilal easily spotted her despite her hiding behind a pair of large shades. The love sick smile on his face alerted his brother to her presence. After the gavel banged, she got up and walked out.

  “Yo follow that bitch.” Sauvé growled sending one of his flunkies out after her.

  ****

  Dasia felt a stab of guilt as she packed her bags. Loyalty is a tough pill to swallow but she had plenty of Lisa’s vagina juice to help wash it down. Once her clothes were packed, she set out to divide the drugs. She broke into the room Self and Bad-Ass shared and found the coke. One fourth of the twelve remaining kilo equaled three so that’s how many she took.

  There was so much weed left that she just stuffed a few compressed bricks into her bag and squeezed it close. A short debate with herself ended in her keeping all the cash. She justified it by charging it against future earnings.

  “Thought you changed your mind and chickened out.” Lisa instigated when Dasia came out to the car. Dasia ignored her and loaded her bags into the car. Unable to look back, she jumped in the car.

  “Let’s go.” She ordered and left her friends behind. The girl fucked her friends to fuck her girlfriend.

  ****

  Since Dasia waited until Cameisha had left with Self and Bad-Ass her departure wouldn’t be noticed for a while. The boys may not have had shit when they came but they were plenty fly now.

  Cameisha made it her business to take them shopping once a week at her expense. Every week they hit one of Atlanta’s packed malls to rack up on clothing and phone numbers. Last week they pulled two cuties from Decatur and today was their play date. They were about to get their first piece of Georgia peach.

  “Oh you don’t fuck with me now huh?” Cameisha asked Bad Ass with mock attitude via rearview mirror.

  “Never that mama, me and shorty just cool. It ain’t got nothing to do with our thang.” Bad-Ass assured her.

  “So you ain’t bout to fuck that girl,” she demanded.

  “Huh?” Bad-Ass replied cracking them all up.

  “Shit I’m ‘bout to wife mine.” Self proclaimed. The thick little chocolate southern belle had him absolutely open.

  “And you ain’t even kiss her yet?” Meisha exclaimed.

  “Nah, I…yo get off here.” Self announce seeing the South Dekalb Mall on the right of the highway. Instead of an address to enter into GPS the girl gave him old fashion directions. “Turn left and it’s the first apartments on the right.”

  Cameisha followed the directions he called out and pulled into the apartments. It wasn’t until she read the sign on the gate that she realized where she was. This was Eastwyck apartments; the one time home of the original Dope Boy, Cameron Forrest.

  “There they go!” Bad Ass shouted and jumped out before the car came to a complete stop. Cameisha started to say something about him to Self but he was right behind him.

  Cameisha couldn’t help herself and went to look around. She drove to the bottom of the hill then up the next until she reached the rear of the complex. She didn’t know which unit the legend once lived in but she stood feet from it.

  Watching young drug runners running up to cars proved the large complex still had a thriving drug trade. Add all the other complexes in the area and I-20 running along side of it and the place was a gold mine. A potential million dollar trap. Yet the boys were all renegades, no unity, no structure at all.

  “No wonder he came the fuck up!” Meisha reasoned aloud. “My daddy once ran this place and you made him the King. Now it’s my turn. I got next!”

  The End

  Epilogue

  When Angela’s returned by morning, Juan went on the hunt. Since the last place she went was to his mother’s house that is where he began.

  “Her and the black girl were having an argument and Angela said she was going to her house.” Marisol lied with the veracity of the devil.

  It didn’t make much sense to Juan but he called Meisha. Her phone went to voicemail repeatedly since it was turned off due to Trigga dicking her into a coma. He made the long drive out to the house and rang the bell.

  “Where is Cameisha?” Juan demanded when Samantha pulled the door open. He nearly knocked her down as he barged in. He hadn’t met Samantha yet and was about to learn a lesson about asking the talkative girl a question.

  “She’s not here. I think she went to the apartment to see Self and Bad Ass and that nasty little boy has the right name; Bad Ass because he’s a little bad ass. He stared at my breast the whole time then he asked me for some head cuz he said he heard white girls give good head but I don’t think that’s true cuz they say all black guys have big penises but all black guys don’t’ have big penises. Some have huge penieses but most are normal, some even small. I dated t his one guy who…”

  “Ok, ok ok!” Juan jumped in raising his hands in surrender. “Has Angela been here? Last night?”

  “No, just me and Aqua. I haven’t heard from her except to tell her I couldn’t make the cocaine any stronger. I had to keep the measurement all the same or..”

  “Wait! Make the cocaine stranger?” Juan frowned. “You are the one altering the cocaine?”

  “Yup!” Samantha said proudly. “I can make one into four with the same strength but my mouse had a heart attack and I…”

  “I” was the last word Samantha uttered before a vicious right cross knocked her out cold. The next time she awakes she would be gagged and bound in the trunk of a car.

  “Manny get everyone to the house.” Juan ordered when his brother answered the phone. “We have a problem.”

  “Call Cameisha too?” Manny asked.

  “No, she is the problem!”

  Dope Girl 4 Coming Soon!

  LIL MISS MOLLY

  PROLOGUE

  “Oh my god!” Mama yelled as she came into the blood soaked room. She rushed to her daughter’s side and tried to stop the bleeding with her small hands.

  Teresa looked up and realized that the little crack head caring for her was indeed her long lost mama. The horrific injury to her throat prevented her from speaking so she batted her eyes.

  “I know baby I know” mama cooed. Knowing the two fates that awaited her daughter if she survived mama made a decision. She gently covered her mouth and pinched her nostrils close. Death would be better than life in jail or even worse, a crack head.

  “Just let it go, let go,” mama said gently. “I know it ain’t easy being a preacher’s wife.”

  Teresa felt her wicked soul being pulled out of the body and relaxed. Just before leaving she blinked one final message, “It ain’t easy being a preacher’s daughter either.”

  Chapter 1

  “What in the world make you throw all of this away?” Mrs. Morris wondered aloud as she opened the door to the Sanders home. The social worker was assigned the case and was tasked with delivering the now orphaned Sanders chil
dren to their grandparents.

  “Why can’t we just stay here? I’m 16, I can take care of my brother and I” Hazel demanded like the spoiled little diva that she was.

  She had grown into a gorgeous young woman with her father’s smooth chocolate hue and athletic traits. The pretty face and curvy little body she got from her mother. Her face was framed by a crop of thick, well maintained hair. Even though she had the hips, ass and breast of a woman she still had a childlike innocence to her. That was courtesy of a proper environment despite the evil that lay underneath. Unfortunately that s not all she inherited from the woman. That‘s the way evil is though, it can't remain hidden forever. Sooner or later it’s going to manifest itself and destroy everything around it.

  “I have no doubt that you are capable of taking care of yourself and your brother, however the law requires you to have a guardian until you’re 18" Mrs. Morris replied.

  She looked over to the stoic little boy and frowned internally. She gleamed from investigation that he was not Reverend Sander’s biological child and with the mother deceased, chances are he would never find his real father. The handsome 12 year old had a sadness to him that broke the woman’s heart. In fact, the story of ‘THE PREACHERS WIFE’ was the saddest she’d ever heard. Straight chronics of a junky.

  “So when I turn 18 we can come back?” Hazel asked hopefully. As much as she adored her grandfather and sister Clarice she had no desire to live with them. A trip to the ghetto to visit them was like a trip to the zoo. The hood was full of animals foreign to what she called life.

  “I don’t see why not?” Mrs. Morris replied she of course had no way of knowing that the bank swooped in to take what was theirs. Or that the revised will left everything to his other family. “Now hurry and gather what you want to take with you."

  “Ok" Calvin sang in a soft voice. He breezed off with the aire of feminity of a budding homosexual. The molestation he suffered at the hands of the deceased church accountant left him confused. He lived under a fog of shame, anger, curiosity and worst of all desire.

  Hazel was still a virgin as her busy schedule had zero time for boys. The preacher and his wife were fucked up people but ironically very good parents. They kept their children busy in a variety of activities.

  “Ok, can I take a last look around?” Hazel pleaded.

  “Sure” The social worker relented. “Take your time.”

  Hazel rushed up to her room and tried to pack the entire room. She pulled her ERV-G and Doobie Daddy posters from the wall and rolled them up. She stuffed what she could into her luggage then garbage bags once they were full.

  Calvin packed his favorite clothes and games and took them to the car. When he finished he began to help his sister. He moaned like a girl as he struggled with the heavy bags. Once they were loaded up it was time to leave.

  “Wait! I forgot my ….um…” Hazel announced and ran back into the house. She took the stairs by twos. She had tried to ignore the crime scene that was once her parent’s room but couldn't. Hazel turned the knob and timorously entered.

  “Dang daddy” she moaned at the large section of missing carpet that marked his murder.

  There was one more missing section for that of his killer. She opened his closet and ran her hands through the line of suits that kept her handsome father dapper. The thought of him up on that pulpit spitting the gospel brought a smile to her face.

  That smile quickly dissipated when she reached her mother’s clothes. The beautiful woman wore the sharpest clothes but she destroyed herself. A picture on her mother’s night stand caught her eye and called her over. It was the Sanders family in happier times. Mom had a healthy glow of sobriety as she held a young Calvin while dad proudly hugged his darling daughter.

  The drawer to the night stand was open and invited Hazel to look inside. Inside was sex toys of different sizes shapes and colors. Along with flavored gels and lubricants.

  “Oh my!” Hazel exclaimed when she picked up a ten inch latex penis. “How could this possibly fit into someone?”

  Hazel studied the large dildo with a curious frown. A twist of the knob at the end put the huge dick in motion. It made a slow spiral motion and vibrated at the base. It was still slightly sticky from the orgasms that movement got out of her mother. She turned it off and picked up a cute pink one. It was considerably smaller and thinner. She was about to turn the knob to see what tricks this one could do but was interrupted.

  “Hazel darling, we really must be getting on our way" Mrs. Morris urged from the door way.

  “Ok!" Hazel replied shoving the sex toy into her pocket so not to be seen. She had no choice now except to keep it so she lowered her head and walked past. Curiosity got the best of the social worker so she walked over to investigate.

  “Oh my!” she exclaimed at the sight of the 10 inch job. She shot a glance around then put in her purse.

  Brick City Chick

  Yara Kaleemah

  You Don’t Know My Name

  There's something special 'bout you

  I must really like you

  Cause not a lotta guys are worth my time

  -Alicia Keys

  Once upon a time on a scorching hot day in the city of Newark grills were burning, house music was blasting, and the fire hydrant was flowing. Camilla slipped her long, tootsie roll like legs into a pair of DKNY dassie-dooks and fastened her bikini top. She applied a layer of minty lip gloss. Then, slid her Coach tote bag onto her arm and got her phone off the T.V stand.

  Camilla rolled her eyes when she answered her best friend’s call.

  “We on 15th, they got the hydrant open.” She answered.

  “Iight. I’m on my way down there.” she said as she headed in their direction. She hung up the phone and dropped it into her purse.

  Camilla was in her own little world as she trotted up the block. As she turned the corner she saw a group of boys standing in front of the corner store. She walked by, poking her ass out a little more.

  “Ayo!” one of them shouted out as she pushed open the door of the store. She turned her head slightly and then proceeded into the store. “Ayo!” the boy caught the door right before it closed.

  “Oh, you were talkin to me?” she smirked as she retrieved a kiwi-watermelon Mystic from the refrigerator. He gave her a stunned look and shook his head.

  “So, Ma, I’m saying though, you got a man?” he licked his lips.

  “Do I look like yo mother?” Camilla snapped her teeth and brushed passed the skinny boy with the big lips. She paid for her juice and left the store.

  She could hear ole boy yelling, “Shorty!” behind her but she just kept on trucking.

  Aziza and Maryam were already soaking wet from the fire hydrant when Camilla walked up.

  “Ay, boo!” Aziza shouted in her loudest voice.

  “Ay, bitch!” Camilla chuckled. “I aint getting wet. Thought yall bitches were on chill mode.” She cocked her head to the side.

  “Damn, well why you came out here dressed like that then?” Maryam dried herself with a towel.

  “Bitch, its a hundred degrees out here!” Camilla rolled her eyes.

  “Whatever.” Maryam rolled her eyes too and walked off toward her house. The girls ran up the steps to her bed room.

  Camilla sat on the bed while Aziza and Maryam changed clothes. They were twins. Their mother was an immigrant from Egypt and their father was American. He worked as a cross country truck driver so he was out of town for most of the week. They were a tight knit family though and boy did Mrs. Johnson have the twins on a tight leash. When she was at her job as a health care consultant at Horizon Blue Cross Blue Shield, the girls were out doing whatever they pleased but by the time she came home they were in their rooms, reading the dictionary or something.

  For some reason or another, Camilla was thinking about the young thug from the store. He was almost her type. He was tall and slinky but had the demeanor of a baller in the making. He must have been new in the hood because she had neve
r seen him before or maybe she wasn’t looking. There was no doubt that she wanted to know him, though.

  “Earth to Cam!” Maryam snapped her fingers in front of Camilla’s face.

  “Yall ready?” she said while she fished around in her purse for her phone and lip gloss. She hopped up off the bed and checked herself in the mirror. She just had her dreads styled into a high bun.

  Camilla was a dark girl with brown eyes and perky pink lips. She had a flawless shape and a belly ring accented her flat stomach. She was gorgeous to say the least. The twins were the only girls she hung out with in the neighborhood and they’ve been to hell and back together. The friendship was never going to be broken by anyone or anything.

  The girls made their way back outside into the northern heat. They had no clue where they were headed or what the day’s plans were. They were simply going with the flow. Since it was so hot out, every person in the neighborhood was outside. It looked like an African American celebration of some sort.

  They decided on going to the park. The basketball court was packed with sweaty teenage boys and the benches were overflowing with teenage girls. Luckily, Camilla and the twins were able to find a good spot within view of the basketball players.

  Camilla’s heart pounded in her chest when she spotted her mystery thug. He was playing basketball. She didn’t know why she was reacting that way; he was only almost her type. She tried to brush the feeling off but she wanted to know his name.

  “Aye!” Maryam broke her from her trance. “You see that boy over there, playing with Darian and them?” she pointed.

  “Yea?” Cam said, intrigued because Maryam was pointed at her mystery thug. “What about him?”

  “That’s his cousin. He visiting from down south. He mad cool.” Maryam nodded.