She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Yep,” was all I said as I snatched away from him, getting out of his car and making sure to slam his door.

  I didn’t think I was meant to be happy anyway, so I shouldn’t have expected much from Tony.

  Going in the house, I showered, brushed my teeth, and listened to “It’s Whatever” by Aaliyah on repeat, while ignoring Prince’s texts.

  Tony Wacko

  I didn’t have Camarih’s number, and even though I probably should’ve left her ass alone since I fucked already and wanted nothing more, I hit her ass up on Instagram. Her username was easy to remember since it was just her first name followed by the letters x and o.

  I scrolled through that muthafucka for a little bit before hitting her up. I expected her to be showing off the fact that she was fucking with a famous singer or some shit, but she was the opposite—lowkey as fuck, with her fine ass. All she did was post sexy pictures but not in a thirsty ass trap-a-nigga way.

  Me: Where you at?

  I messaged her.

  CamarihXO: Why?

  Me: Just answer the fucking question.

  CamarihXO: Home, doing research.

  Me: I want you to come through to the studio.

  CamarihXO: When?

  I smirked, while typing my reply, which said ‘right fucking now’.

  At the moment, it was slightly packed in here with some of the homies from around the hood, plus Eitan, Rahim, and about ten hoes. Drinks and weed were everywhere, and by this time, I was high off my ass and a little twisted off the Hennessy too. Rahim was playing back what Eitan had recorded, while everyone listened and chilled the fuck out.

  “Tony.” This one hoe Kenya walked up on me. Kenya was a cute ass brown-skinned bitch that I’d fucked a few times.

  “Sup.” I looked up at her since I was seated on the couch. Kenya descended into my lap, letting me feel all over her nice round titties.

  “I been missing you.”

  “You mean you miss this dick. No way you could miss me.” I lit the blunt in my hand and inhaled.

  “You don’t be calling me like you used to.”

  “I don’t be needing to fuck as much. I’m busy. And when I do make time for some pussy, it’s whatever is near me.”

  Kenya rolled her eyes.

  “I wish you would take me seriously; you know how much I like you. I would be the best fucking girlfriend you ever had.” She had a man, but that clearly ain’t matter.

  “I’m straight.”

  “Or you can let me give you some head.”

  Licking my lips, I eyed her mouth, reminiscing on my dick being inside that shit. Just then, I spotted Camarih standing in the doorway of the studio. I forgot her ass ain’t live far from here or me.

  “Camarih—”

  Before I could say anything, she turned to leave with the fucking quickness.

  “Damn!” Kenya hollered when I shoved her ass off of me and onto the floor, dropping my blunt on her wig.

  “Fuck out my way.” I stepped over her thirsty ass and darted out of the room. I sped up a little to catch Camarih’s power walking ass, gripping her body from behind.

  She had on some jeans that hugged her perfect, curvy body and one of them tops that only covered females’ titties and nothing else. She left her hair down, so I got a whiff of its soft ass scent as I held her body tightly, my dick pressing against her ass.

  “I have somewhere to be.” She spoke dryly, trying to peel my hands from her waist.

  “Nah the fuck you don’t.” I kissed on the side of her neck and shoulders, making her snatch away. “Why the fuck you so mad? You ain’t my bitch.” I frowned, keeping her wrist in my hand so she wouldn’t leave. The exit was only a few feet away.

  “Yeah, I know that. Thank you. I’m not asking to be either.”

  “So then what’s up?” I backed her into the wall, kissing her lips then her cheek.

  “I thought you invited me here to spend time with me, not come hang out at a function.” When I laughed, she rolled her eyes and tried to push a nigga off, but she was too weak.

  “You wanted me to yaself, huh?” I started kissing on her neck, still hemming her up against the wall. “Missing how deep I was in them guts, ain’t you.”

  I kissed her deeply before parting her lips and slipping my tongue into her mouth. She reciprocated immediately, while I groped and squeezed on her fat ass. I wanted this shit right muthafuckin now.

  “Tony?” A soft voice called out, but I ignored whoever the hoe was while I continued to tongue Camarih down and feel her fine ass up.

  Camarih turned away, so I was forced to see who the fuck had interrupted us, and it was none other than Joy, already looking like she was about to cry.

  “Wow, you invited all your women, huh?” Camarih tried to slip from being between me and the wall.

  “I ain’t invite that bitch!” I barked and felt Joy staring at me, I guess shocked. Camarih was too, as her lips parted while she turned to Joy to see what she would say as a reply.

  “Don’t you got a man? Does Prince know he’s fucking with a hoe?” Joy quizzed, folding her arms as she stared Camarih down.

  POP!

  Joy slid out of the open exit door on her ass once Camarih hit her in the fucking nose. That shit was sexy coming from her weird ass.

  “Don’t talk to me anymore, and keep your bitches away from me.” Camarih stormed out, but I followed her. When Joy grabbed my pants leg, I shoved her ass off and caught up with Camarih.

  “Aye, you kind of crazy.” I hugged her from the back, slipping my hand into the front of her jeans. She pushed me off, or tried to, but I just brought her back in for a kiss. “Listen, tomorrow, it’s gon’ be me and you. I swear to God.”

  I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.

  “Like a date?” She peered up at me, looking all innocent and shit.

  “Uh… yeah, something like that. Be ready at 7 p.m.”

  “Okay. And Tony, if you don’t show up, don’t ever talk to me again. My time is valuable and not to be wasted.” She rolled her neck and shit.

  “I don’t know if I wanna choke you for being a smart ass or fuck you while choking you for being a smart ass.”

  She smacked her lips as I stood there, hands in the pockets of my gray sweats as I admired her short ass with a smirk. Her frown finally disappeared before a wide grin took its place, and she neared me, reaching up to palm the sides of my face. She stood on her tiptoes as I leaned down some to let her lips meet mine a couple times before she walked away, but not before I grabbed a handful of her ass.

  “How long are you gonna watch her?” Joy spoke up, making me glance over my shoulder for a second.

  After Camarih drove off, I headed back to the studio, and as I entered, passing Joy, I asked, “How long you gon’ wait around for me to make you my bitch when I don’ told you I only like fucking you?”

  I ain’t give her a chance to respond as I took my ass back to the studio room. A few minutes later, I got a text.

  (310) 555 - 4040: I hope you enjoy her broke ass because I’m done, Tony!

  Me: I will. You enjoy that broke ass nose.

  The next night…

  A nigga didn’t know shit about taking a bitch on a date, but I knew from watching movies and shit that females liked going to eat or to see a movie. The only time I went to a movie was if I was fucking in the back of it, but something told me Camarih’s ass wouldn’t go for that shit.

  It still baffled me that I even gave a fuck about what she wanted or thought. I assumed that after I fucked, I wouldn’t even think about her annoying ass, but I wrong as a muthafucka.

  I just wasn’t used to females like her, from the way she ran her smart-ass mouth to how she wasn’t always nagging a nigga for some attention or dick, but in the same breath had no issues asking me annoying ass questions and being nosy.

  Pulling up in front of her crib on 4th, I parked along the sidewalk and hopped out.

  “Wacko, what’s good?” This nigga Case
that I knew from my few years in high school greeted me. I forgot he lived over here.

  It amazed me to see niggas I grew up with still doing the same shit we did at fifteen and sixteen years old. Muthafuckas never wanted to better themselves and hated the ones who did.

  “What’s good?” I slapped hands with him.

  “Nothing much. Who you know in that house? Camarih?” He rocked his head in the direction of her home, which we were standing in front of.

  “Why?” I frowned, not in the mood to answer this nigga’s questions. It wasn’t an obligation nor concern of mine.

  “Just wondering.”

  “Oh, aight. You should head back across the street though.”

  He gave me a look, and after a couple seconds, he nodded in agreement before jogging back to his porch.

  I made my way through the short rusty gate and then up the porch steps to ring the doorbell. A brown-skinned woman with brown hair, looking like an older version of Camarih, answered. This had to be her mama or a much older sister.

  “Can I help you?” she quizzed, taking me in salaciously.

  “I doubt it. Ya daughter here?”

  Before her moms could answer, some swole ass he-she stepped in front of her, sizing me up.

  “Who the fuck is you?” It sneered.

  “Bitch, if you don’t calm the fuck down, I’ll beat yo’ ass like the nigga you trying to be.”

  “Bitch?” She was about to lunge at me and land her face on my fist.

  “Bobi!” Camarih came just in time, nudging me back so we could leave.

  “Better get that Deebo ass bitch, Camarih. I hit she-males. I don’t give a fuck.” I hissed as Camarih led me down the porch steps as quickly as possible.

  “Stupid ass hoodlum,” it spat under its breath, so I left it alone. Clearly, whatever the fuck it was ain’t want no smoke, or it would’ve spoke up louder.

  I opened the passenger side of my car for Camarih, and then jogged around to get in on the driver’s side.

  “Oh my gosh. Why did you say all that?” She giggled, covering her mouth. I hadn’t noticed how good she looked in a lime green turtleneck type shit that was a dress. Her boots came up to her thick thighs, and she had her hair piled on top of her head like usual.

  She caught me admiring her ass, so I asked, “Why you wear this bright shit? Light skinned people ain’t supposed to rock neon, goofy.”

  Her smile faded as she looked over her outfit.

  “This looks good on me, okay? I wear whatever color I want.” She was popping that shit, but I could tell my comment bothered her.

  “You do, and you can.” I touched the exposed portion of her thigh then leaned over for a kiss. “What scent you got on?” I pulled off. I had to know because the shit was always in my fucking head.

  “It’s a skin butter I made. It’s part of my line. Why, you like it?” She smiled widely when I came to a red light.

  “Yeah. I’m trying to get a batch for my other hoes.” I laughed when she slapped the back of my head. “Nah, but on the real, you always smell good as fuck. You keep yourself up; I like that shit. Never be out here looking like yo’ pussy is funky and yo’ tongue is white.”

  Camarih burst into laughter, but I was serious.

  “Well thank you. You look nice too.” She touched the collar of my polo shirt. “You were really about to fight Bobi, huh?” She laughed.

  “Who?”

  “My mom’s girlfriend who was at the door.”

  “Oh, Big Bertha. Hell yeah I was. Knock the shit out that bitch. She lucky you came when you did.”

  “I wouldn’t have cared if you did.”

  “You wouldn’t be mad if I hit ya step daddy?”

  “No.” She chuckled. “I don’t like her too much. She’s one of the main reasons I want to move out.”

  “She be fucking with you?”

  Camarih glanced at me like she was thinking, then replied, “No, no, she’s just annoying.”

  I knew her muthafuckin ass was lying. Probably because she could sense that I’d turn this damn car around and fuck big Cleo up.

  We’d finally made it to the rooftop theatre downtown after weaving through all of the LA traffic on the 110 and shit.

  “It’s seven dollars to park, sir.” The attendant let me know as Camarih and I tread through the lot.

  “I got you when we come back.”

  “No. You must pay beforehand.”

  “Nigga, I said I got you when I come back. Keep talking and I’ll crack yo’ shit and rob this whole setup.”

  “Oh my gosh.” Camarih covered her eyes with one hand.

  Old boy left me the fuck alone, and I wasn’t even the slightest bit worried that he’d tow my shit. Nigga was wise enough to see an ass whooping on the horizon.

  “You pick where we sit,” I told Camarih once we had our snacks.

  I only got candy, but her greedy ass got a whole fucking meal, knowing how expensive this shit was. If I didn’t hit by the end of the night, I was pulling all her fucking hair out.

  “This is a good spot.” Camarih rushed excitedly, pulling me. It was good to see her so happy and shit. “I’ve never been to see a rooftop movie before.” She shoved popcorn into her mouth once we sat down, while looking me dead in the eyes.

  “Aye, you corny as fuck.” When she shrugged, I added, “It’s cute though. I like it.”

  “’Cause you like me.”

  “Nah, not really. I think you fine and ya pussy is good.”

  “Talk a little louder, Tony. And no, you just spent forty dollars on snacks for me. You like me.”

  She was right. Annoying ass.

  “Fuck out of here. I just wanna fuck.”

  “You. Kiss. Every. Girl. You. Just. Wanna. Fuck?” She pecked me gently with her juicy ass lips after every word.

  “The shit is starting, and you talking too damn much.” I frowned, shaking my head as she laughed.

  This rooftop theatre mainly played classics and films that had maybe been in theaters for some months to a year or so ago. Tonight was Coming To America, which I was happy about since I could fuck with that movie.

  It was nighttime, so they had these shits similar to Christmas lights hanging over everybody as we sat back and watched.

  Camarih

  I could barely pay attention to the movie because I was so excited to be here with Tony. I kept my cool on the exterior, but inside, I felt all giddy. I knew I was setting myself up for failure by even entertaining him, but I couldn’t help myself. He was sexy, thugged out, and it was something about his personality that was magnetic, despite him being completely callous and disrespectful.

  Halfway through the movie, I slipped my hand into his. He gave me a look but locked his fingers with mine. When I laid my head on his shoulder, he shifted to kiss my lips, which eventually turned into some deep ass tongue kissing. I knew my lips would be red, but I really didn’t care.

  After the movie, we decided to get something to eat at this cute Mexican food spot named Broken Spanish.

  “Thank you for putting aside time.” I propped my head up on my fists. Tony and I were seated across from one another.

  “You cool as fuck. I don’t mind.” He tucked his lips. I got a glimpse of the tattoos all over his neck as he briefly looked off. “Pretty females get what they want.”

  “So what’s your deal with Joy?”

  “Ain’t no deal. We fuck around.”

  “How many girls do you fuck around with?” I cocked my head. I didn’t know if I wanted to hear the answer.

  “Just you.”

  “Lies.”

  “Well tonight, I’m trying to. You the first bitc—female I don’ took on an actual date.”

  “Really? I must be special.”

  “Something like that. I like fucking with you. All bitches is the same to me, but it’s something about yo’ pretty ass.” His lids lowered as he put the glass to his lips to sip the dark liquor he’d ordered. “You spending the night with me.”
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  “I don’t know. I would have to get clothes and—”

  “I’m not asking you, Buttascotch.” He gave me that sexy, lazy smirk when he saw me roll my eyes.

  “Fine, if you want me to.” I looked away from him because my cheeks got hot from smiling at him.

  “What, you in love with a nigga or some shit? Let me find out.”

  “Negro, you wish.”

  He chuckled subtly as he rose up some then pressed his cold lips to mine before saying, “I gotta piss. I be right back.”

  When he walked away, I finally felt like I could breathe. I was enjoying him and his time, but he made me nervous still.

  Tony returned right when our plates came, so we continued to talk as we ate. It was crazy how I felt so comfortable with him, somewhat, when I barely knew the man. I hadn’t enjoyed spending time with a man this much since Driz.

  After Tony paid the bill, we drove back to his place in our neighborhood of Leimert Park. Once inside, he cut the heater on since I expressed that I was cold, and then we went to his bedroom.

  It smelled like fresh linen in here, which I was surprised about because most men had rooms that smelled like feet or old food.

  It was clean as well, with only a few hoodies thrown over a brown leather armchair. He kept it simple with just a King bed, dresser, the previously mentioned chair, and a nightstand. He had a few art pieces on the wall of anthropomorphic animals doing things like playing pool, cards, driving, and lying by the pool.

  “This is clean,” I commented.

  “Always. I’ll be right back.” He left out.

  As I continued to look around his room, peeking into his closet full of Vans, Pumas, Jordans, slides, and Chuck Taylors, I heard a ping. Turning around, I spotted his phone on the dresser with the screen lit up. I slowly made my way over and saw he had a text from a woman, but it was locked, so I could only see her name.

  Once he came back, I said, “One of your hoes, Jilly, needs your attention.”

  “Oh.” He grabbed it up. “Yeah, she on her way so we can have a threesome.” He pulled me close after replying to the bitch and tried to kiss me. I immediately turned away.