Ghetto Girls IV

by Anthony Whyte

  Kim and Tina got up and straightened themselves out. Their strut gave the chief and Tom Parker a preview of twin backfields in motion.

  “Well they certainly got lots of what he likes, huh Tom?” the chief chuckled, watching the backsides of Kim and Tina walking out the office.

  “Yes. Ass and tits were given as his weakness in the report. They’re good looking bait. Now we’re ready to hook our big fish.” Tom Parker added.

  “We certainly will,” the chief nodded. “We’ll nail the bastard yet.”

  “Or we’ll keep him spending money on high-price lawyers, Tom Parker said, his eyes riveted on the girls sashaying derrières.

  CHAPTER 7

  Being part of the crime scene, Eric’s Range Rover was towed. He sent the chauffer, Big Charles, home in a cab. They left Ms. Harvey under heavy sedation at the hospital. Sophia gave Eric and the girls a ride to his Manhattan apartment and bid them all goodbye as they got out of the limousine. By the time they got off the elevator they were barely awake. Deedee went off to her room and Josephine initially went to the guest room but she later crept inside Eric’s room.

  Josephine crawled under the sheets and snuggled next to an exhausted Eric. Maneuvering her body, she wiggled her frame until she was under his armpit. Her head was resting softly on his chest when Josephine sighed and closed her eyes. She was about to fall asleep when the phone started ringing. An outgoing message greeted the caller.

  “Eric, call me on Tuesday. Maybe we can go…”

  “Hello, this is Josephine,” she said, grabbing the phone and turning off the machine when she recognized Sophia’s voice.

  “Hi Josephine. Where’s Eric?”

  “He’s asleep. Do want to leave a message?”

  “Yes sure. Tell him to call me. Thanks.”

  “Not a problem, Sophia. I’ll tell him when he wakes up. Goodbye.”

  “Thanks. Goodbye,” Sophia said.

  Josephine stood over Eric and angrily glared down at him before hanging up the phone. She ran to the kitchen and came back holding a steak knife. Josephine squeezed the handle of the knife as she fixed an angry stare at the sleeping Eric.

  “If you ever cheat on me with her I’ll kill your ass,” she whispered.

  “Huh?” Eric stirred and mumbled before snoring.

  Josephine stood over him, admiring the harmlessness of his features. She stayed that way for a beat then she smiled.

  “My big baby,” she sighed, undoing her bra and coming out of her panties before returning to her position next to Eric. “This is my dick.”

  Josephine gently nudged him onto his back and began massaging his package. He was still snoring when she slipped his rising shaft into her mouth and sucked. Her fingers were lodged between her legs. After a few minutes Josephine decided Eric responded well enough and mounted him. He was snoring as Josephine easily slipped his hardness inside her moistened hole. She arched her back and flung her head from side to side while she rode.

  Eric was hard and asleep as Josephine’s moistness sucked him deep and deeper inside her. She wore a smile on her face as she watched him slowly stir from his sleep. His rapid winks came in surprise while she pleasured herself. Ten minutes later, she was bucking hard and throwing her head back in the throes of an orgasm.

  “Oh, oh, ah… Ooh…”

  Eric’s eyes opened completely. He saw Josephine’s naked sweaty body on top of him. He glanced down and watched as she slid up and down his pole.

  “Hey. What the fuck are you doing?” Eric asked.

  He knew the answer without receiving a response. Due to his exhaustion, Eric struggled to size up the situation all at once. He looked at her breasts and then her face. Her eyes were shut tight as she whimpered and her body shook. Eric instinctively held her to get her off him and stopped short when her hands held his.

  “My big baby, you’re up,” she whispered. “I just had to get me some. I mean you were asleep and all but you looked so good.”

  “You’re crazy and I’m tired,” Eric said, pushing Josephine off him.

  “What happened? I was about to come, my lover,” she whispered throatily.

  “First thing, I’m not your lover. And secondly what the hell are you doing in my room. I thought we spoke about this and we agreed not to do anything like this anymore.”

  “Yeah, I know Eric. But you got me open. You put it on me and now I can’t get you off my mind. I just want you all the time, daddy. All the time, I want to feel you and—”

  “And nothing. Now put your clothes on and go on back to your room,” Eric said and jumped out of the bed. They both look at his hardened member as he walked to the bathroom.

  Josephine remained in the room and Eric was clearly annoyed by her presence. She sat buck naked with her knees to her chest, avoiding his stare. Eric continued to look intently at her until her eyes met his.

  “Oh please don’t kick me out. Let me stay,” Josephine pleaded.

  Eric stared at her body, then her face. He felt a pang of desire welling deep inside his stomach. The sight of Sophia stuck in his mind and he took the cautionary road. Josephine saw his hesitation. She was scheming to manipulate this weakness. She shifted her body and her legs opened wide. Eric stared awkwardly at her moist cavity and licked his lips.

  “You gotta go,” he said, turning away from her.

  His tone and action didn’t convey the message. Josephine could sense Eric’s uncertainty and his ever rising bulge told her much more.

  “I know you don’t really want me to go,” she said, reaching for his crotch.

  “Yes I do,” Eric said, avoiding her extended arm.

  “What,? Are you afraid of lil’ ol’ me? Don’t be scared. I’ll take good care of you,” Josephine whispered.

  “No. You better go to sleep in your own room because I’m really tired,” Eric said.

  “I see. It’s like that, huh? You only want me when you want me. My feelings don’t count, huh?”

  “We’ve already been over this. I thought you agreed we cannot go on. You’re too young for me—”

  “Age ain’t nothing but a number,” Josephine smiled demurely.

  Eric stared at her as she gracefully approached him. She had long legs and a well-defined shapely torso, small tits with plum sized nipples. She could be a model. Josephine was sexy and becoming more irresistible.

  “Ahight. I’ll go if you insist but can you give me a kiss? Please?”

  Eric’s eyes were fixed on her pleasant features, her soft, taut skin and shapely ass. It was tempting. He had done it before. Thoughts of Sophia kept rumbling in his mind. Josephine moved in quickly and kissed him. She deftly slipped her tongue inside his mouth and locked her legs around his ankles. They fell on his bed and she ground her pelvis against his crotch. Eric was aroused and Josephine could feel. Her hands were all over him, his hair, nipples, and finally she held his pulsing member in her hands. She massaged his balls and rubbed the tip of his penis.

  “You can’t…” Eric started, but his protesting trailed down with her every move.

  Josephine swooped down and devoured his hardness in her mouth, curtailing Eric’s resistance. Her tongue rolled over the tip of his penis and he was harder than steel. She jerked his shaft while sucking. Eric was caught by surprise and stared at first. Then he tried pushing her away. Josephine’s mouth was locked like a vice-grip to his swelling head. Her lips felt moist on him. She was sucking and playing with his balls. Eric moved around, squirming, but not offering anymore resistance. He stopped moving around and let Josephine do her thing.

  “You want some?” Josephine asked rubbing her hands all over her body and licking her lips.

  Eric smiled and shook his head. He wanted her but wouldn’t give in. Lying on his back, he wagged his finger.

  “No Josephine. I can’t do this anymore,” Eric said.

  “Don’t you love me?” she asked, rubbing her hands over her hips. Eric swallowed hard.

  “I can’t love you. Even though I�
�m not with her, I happen to love someone else,” Eric said.

  “I don’t understand. I love you. You don’t want me? Just because I’m not an attorney, I’m not good enough for you, huh?”

  “Josephine, it has nothing to do with what you’re saying,” Eric said.

  “No, no it doesn’t? Then what is it huh? Whenever you feel like you just bone Josephine? That’s what it is, huh, Eric? I’m nothing to you huh? Just another notch under your belt? That’s all I am?”

  “C’mon Josephine. You know we already had this discussion. You’re a good girl but it’s not cool right now.”

  “Yeah. What? I’m a good girl but not good enough to be your girl?”

  “That’s not it,” Eric said.

  “Then you tell me what it is, Eric. It’s bullshit right?”

  “No. It’s just you think you’re in love but you’re too young to really know what love is. You’re still a teenager and don’t know the difference between having crushes on someone you admire. It’s puppy love.”

  “Puppy love?”

  “Yeah, puppy love. You’re imagining being in love without first experiencing real love. This could happen with a person you look up to, like a father figure, or a role model. Maybe your favorite musician…” Eric’s voice dropped when he saw the disappointment on Josephine’s face as he explained.

  “That’s it. Take the little girl’s cookies and fuck her over, right Eric? You’re soooo full of shit, Eric! You heard me? So full of shit! Oh by the way. Your ex fiancée wants you to call her and if you suck up right, maybe you can go out together. Im sure you can use the chance to grovel at her feet, Josephine said.

  “Sophia called?” Eric asked, sounding jovial and elated. The message sent a jolt of energy racing through his body. Josephine witnessed the change in his attitude.

  “Ah, go fuck yourself!” Josephine scowled and strutted out the door.

  Eric shook his head while his eyes were peeled on her seductive curves. He bit the sardonic grin from his lips. Eric hurried to the bathroom and turned on the cold shower. He stepped into the hail of water and closed his eyes while pondering what he could do to prevent losing Sophia.

  CHAPTER 8

  Deedee visited Coco at the hospital regularly. Ms. Harvey was always there. Hospital security knew the mother and often allowed her to visit during non-visitors hours.

  “Is it me or are the doctors looking like kids up in here? I don’t know what it is. I came to see Coco yesterday and I was staring at the doctor. I had to ask him if he was a student or just pretending to be a doctor,” Ms. Harvey said and Deedee smiled.

  “Coco, is she… has anything changed in her condition?” Deedee asked.

  “No,” Ms. Harvey said, shaking her head. “She’s the same way as yesterday, just lying there on a respirator with all them wires shoved up in her and she’s breathing through tubes like she’s a damn robot. If only she’d listened to me, none of this would’ve happened. Sometimes when your head is tough, your ass takes a beating and becomes soft. Coco knows there are dangers. She never feels like she’ll be the one but now she’s lying there, not moving, can’t see nothing…” Ms. Harvey’s voice trailed as she broke down sobbing.

  Deedee hugged her and helped the grieving woman get to her feet. They walked to the hospital room where Coco was lying on her back, recovering from surgery. Deedee felt a strange tremor shooting through her body as she entered the room. She watched the lights flashing on the respirator machine and her best friend’s chest slowly rising up and down.

  Tears streamed from both of the visitors’ eyes. They sat in chairs close to the bed. The craniotomy had been successful and Coco was facing the task of a long recuperation process. Ms. Harvey touched her daughter’s hand and bit her lips but couldn’t hold back her flood of emotion. She dropped to her knees and cried loudly. Deedee watched her for a minute then walked over and put her hand on her shoulder.

  “You were there, weren’t you? Why didn’t you get shot? Why it had to be Coco? Why?” the distraught mother cried.

  Deedee kept her hand on Ms. Harvey’s heaving shoulder. She could feel the pain surging through the woman and immediately her thoughts went to her own mother. Deedee wanted to tell her all about the rape she had endured, a vicious act committed by the same man who shot Coco. Deedee remained silent with her thoughts. She had shut it out but here in the hospital with Coco’s mother, her thoughts went to the moments before she was molested.

  It was a Friday night and she’d just met Coco, Daniel and Josephine. They were in the club and everyone was having fun. It was late and she wanted to leave. At the time Deedee didn’t understand the vibe coming over her but she felt woozy. She fanned her hand across her face as chills ran through her body.

  While standing over the saddened mother, Deedee watched Coco, remembering the assault. Forever they would be linked by the same menace, Lil’ Long. At the club, Deedee stood outside the bathroom waiting. Deedee and the inebriated Coco made their way to the club’s exit.

  Coco, hands in her pockets, was bopping, staring at the reflections of the faces in the mirrors on the wall. Deedee, meantime, fumbled for the keys to the Maybach. What if the car isn’t there, she thought.

  “Remember where you stash the whip, yo?” Coco asked as she caught up with Deedee.

  “Somewhere close, I think,” Deedee said.

  “Okay, but where, yo?” Coco asked.

  “Ah, there. This way,” Deedee said, finding her bearings. She grabbed Coco’s arm and pulled her to the left of the exit door. “Yep, there it is,” she sighed as she spotted the car, sitting on rims, radiant in the moonlight.

  “It’s such a dope whip, yo,” Coco said.

  Deedee didn’t understand and glanced at Coco, awaiting further explanation. She was preoccupied and for a moment she didn’t see two figures lurking.

  “What’s a whip?” she asked Coco.

  “Some dope shit like this, yo. That’s a whip.”

  “Yo, honey. Why y’all moving so fast, huh?” A man’s voice shouted.

  “Who that?” Coco asked peering around.

  A blow slammed into her face and sent her reeling.

  “Ketch up quick, bitch!” the throaty voice shouted.

  The fist crashed the party. Coco reeled and blanked out immediately when her head hit the pavement.

  “Where the fuck you running to, bitch..? Get da fuck back here and get in da fucking whip. Me n’ my man wanna test ride da shit,” the man chuckled loudly.

  Deedee shuddered when she felt the cold steel pressed against the back of her neck.

  “I sez git da fuck in da car, bitch,” he growled.

  Deedee had seen this at the movies and heard of it happening to others. She never had any notion something like this would happen to her. Her knees became weak as the sudden demand hit her. Deedee’s mind reeled into a frenzied world of fear.

  “I said get in the muthafuckin’ car, bitch,” he repeated harshly, bringing the weapon to her face and pushing the nozzle against her right temple.

  “Please no!” Deedee begged. “It’s not my car. It’s not mine. I... I—”

  “Bitch shuddafuckup!”

  A second man grabbed the keys to the Mercedes and headed to the driver’s side. He opened the door, got in the car and started the engine. Deedee ran, even though the guy with the gun was still close by. He quickly caught her and used his left hand to slap her face twice. Her cheeks were stinging when he brought the gun in her face.

  “Please. Oh my God… No…” she pleaded as terror engulfed her entire being. Smiling, he cocked the slide, loading a round. He seemed to enjoy the fright of her reaction. The silver gun gleamed in the pre-dawn street light as Deedee screamed in fear.

  “Please, please…!”

  Deedee braced for the bullet slamming into her body. She wanted to do so many things but it would all end because she had taken her uncle’s car without permission. Deedee shut her eyes tightly and bit her lips in anticipation.

 
; “What’re you doing, bitch? Just act normal and git in da fucking car and you won’t fucking get hurt, bitch,” the menacing voice chuckled.

  Deedee was scared, but timidly got in the car. She tried to slither to the back but the passenger pulled her onto his lap.

  “I want you close. We can fuck around while my man drives,” he laughed threateningly.

  Deedee did not dare turn around. She didn’t want to see his face. Her heartbeat was so loud, she couldn’t think of what to say. She thought she was close enough to reach for the door handle, press on it and jump. Deedee tried.

  The man anticipated the move. When she reached over, he easily blocked her by twisting his torso. She stared into his laughing-face. He was mocking her. Her squirming around only served to further excite him. She tried not to stare at him but quickly saw his face. It was familiar. He had been inside the club but she was too harried to really think clearly. Where? Deedee was terrified when the car shot uncontrollably into the middle of traffic. The driver showed his unfamiliarity with the controls.

  “Watch where da fuck ya going..! Turn on some fucking lights!” an angry pedestrian yelled as the car hurtled by wildly.

  “Yo, what’s up, kid? I thought you say you could drive this bad boy.”

  “Yo man, I ain’t too familiar wid da shit. Gimme some more time. Why your ass brought da bitch? Put her ass out,” the driver said as he searched for the headlight switch.

  “I brought her to tell your dumb ass where things like the light switch is. Cutie, tell him how to turn on the lights.”

  Deedee was too nauseated to speak. She was unmoving and stared with wide-eyed fear at the road.

  “Tell him, bitch!” the passenger commanded. Deedee managed to point a shaky finger.

  “Yeah, yeah. Cool that’s that shit!” The driver shouted excitedly, flicking the switch. “This shit no joke. This whip can do ‘bout a hun’ed and fitty, man!” The car raced toward the highway, piercing the morning mist. Deedee couldn’t believe what was happening when she felt his hands feeling all over her body. She quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks.