“Thank you again.” I smiled softly as Tony pulled the wheeled chair that I was in, toward him. He was seated in one as well.
“Told you I had yo’ fucking back.” He gave me a lazy laugh with his high ass. His eyes were damn near closed.
“I know—gun and all. I thought you were joking.”
“Do I seem like the joking type of muthafucka?”
“No, not really.” I cocked my head to look at him.
“Stop doing that corny shit… showing me ya dimple and that pretty ass face, trying to make a nigga love you.” I burst into laughter before getting up to sit in his lap. “Then this fucking body. Thick as shit but smooth as butter.” He let his hand roam my ass then thighs, before rubbing up under my shirt to caress my flat stomach then breasts.
“You’re so sweet, baby,” I said purposely to bother him.
We started to kiss, hard, as he began unbuttoning my jeans while “Killa” by Nipsey Hussle played as our background music.
“The fuck?” He yanked back, and I realized my nose had started dripping again, and trickled onto his face.
Tony Wacko
“Oh, sorry.” Camarih covered her nose before hopping out of my lap.
“The fuck is wrong with yo’ nose? You sick or some shit?” I barked, thinking the fucking worst. I ain’t know if this bitch had AIDS or what.
“No! Sick with what!” She hollered back, only looking at me briefly before rummaging through her purse.
“I don’t know! I been fucking you all this time, and you come in here with yo’ nose dripping like some ailing ass hoe!” I was heated, and when Camarih didn’t say anything, I darted over to her. “Bitch, I swear to God. I’ll murk yo’ ass right now.” I gripped her jaw roughly as fuck, squeezing on that shit and ready to break it. I’d been raw dogging this hoe and everything.
“I got in a fight!” She roared, slapping the shit out of me then pushing me with all of her might. “I am not sick! If anything, you would be the sick one, always slanging dick to every bitch you like!” She was screaming, and her eyes were glazed over.
I felt bad as fuck, but a nigga panicked. I was way too into her ass, so something had to be wrong with her. These hoes from South Central weren’t about shit usually, so Camarih was a rare fucking breed.
“Baby—”
“No! I am not your baby!” Tears trailed her cheeks as she looked around, whipping her head while stationary. “Where is my cart?” She whimpered.
“Come here.” I had to force her toward me so I could hug her crazy ass. “I’m sorry, aight?” I looked down into her face, but she said nothing, looking despondent as fuck as she cried silently. “Camarih.”
“Can you let me go? I have to be at work in the morning.” I let her ass go for a second, but as soon as she grabbed her bag, I stopped her. “Tony—” She started to talk when I closed the door and blocked it.
“My bad, baby. I overreacted. These hoes out here are grimy, but I gotta remember you ain’t like that. I fuck with you, hard as shit, and more than any other female I’ve run across. I like yo’ ass, which is new as fuck for a nigga like me, so I guess I was waiting for some shit to be wrong with you.”
Camarih stared off to the side, hugging herself.
“Okay, great. Now can you let me by?”
“Nah.” I walked up on her as she backed away. “You not leaving until you forgive me.”
“Fine. I forgive you. Now let me go.”
“Give me a kiss then.” I wrapped my arms around her shapely frame, encasing her body against mine. She leaned back like the fucking matrix so I couldn’t kiss her lips. Instead, I pecked her neck, her jaw, and everything else I had access to until I witnessed that one, deep ass dimple appear from her smiling. “Please, Buttascotch.”
Finally, she turned her head to face me, and since we were already so close, a nigga ain’t have to move much to get a kiss. Like always, I had to rub on that ass. Shit was crazy how she always had me ready to fuck.
Fucking was definitely something I liked to do, but my money always came first. However, if Camarih hit me up to come smash any fucking time of the day, I would fasho pull up.
The pussy was always wet as a muthafucka, warm, tight, and pretty. Her moans and whimpers only seemed to harden my dick, and that damn skin, reminiscent of silk, laid perfectly on her thick but toned body. Nobody in this world was perfect except God, but Camarih was close as a muthafucka. I had to get that thought up out of my head though.
“My jaw hurts.” Camarih frowned.
“I’m sorry.” I kissed her jawline. “Who the fuck was you fighting?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah the fuck it does. I put the word out on you, so I wanna know who the fuck disrespected you.”
“The word out?”
“Let muthafuckas know you was off limits in any type of way. Meaning, when they see you, they know that’s me.”
She simpered subtly before saying, “My ex boyfriend. He showed up before I came here, and I hit him first, I admit, but he yanked my hair and slapped me across the face.”
“Cool.”
“Houston, I know how to defend myself, so—”
“I don’t give a fuck what you know how to do. When I see that nigga, it’s gon’ be a problem.” I definitely wasn’t about to tell Camarih that I was gon’ find Prince’s ass. I wanted her to think us running into one another in the next twenty-four hours was coincidental.
She nodded before I gathered my shit and then led her out of the room. Once we stepped out of the studio completely, I made sure Camarih was standing where I could see her before I started locking the door and gate.
“Oh, hello.” I heard a voice sing, and I’d been hearing the shit for years, so I knew who the fuck it was.
“Hi.” Camarih replied, darting her eyes between Brielle and me. “Do I know you?”
“No, not yet. I’m Brielle… Tony’s sister.” Brielle stuck her hand out. She gave the right introduction when I shot her stupid ass a look.
“Brielle? I thought his sister’s name was Jilly.” Camarih frowned out of confusion.
“This is my stepsister.” I intervened. “Anyway, you have a good night, sis. Camarih and I are about to head out.” I took Camarih’s hand in mine, making Brielle’s eyes almost roll out of her big ass head.
I wanted to light her ass up like I usually did these hoes, but I didn’t want Camarih getting suspicious about the details of our sibling relationship. The last thing I was trying to do was explain to Camarih how I used to pipe my stepsister and occasionally still let her suck me up.
“Right. Good night, bro.”
I walked Camarih to her car and then had her follow me to my spot to drop her shit off. I knew this 24-hour Chinese food place that had some good ass orange chicken.
After leaving her shit at my place, we got to the Chinese food spot about ten minutes later since it was here in South Central.
“Are you sure it’s good?” She frowned as we walked in.
“Yeah. Quit turning ya fucking nose up. Looks can be deceiving.”
Camarih giggled up at me as we approached the counter, and like always, she had a nigga smiling back down at her. Shit was contagious. I hated this space she had my ass in, but at the same time, I refused to stop fucking with her to allow another muthafucka to swoop in.
I ordered the food, which was just orange chicken, steamed rice, since her ass didn’t like fried, and then lo mein.
“Okay, nigga, you were right. This shit is bomb.” Camarih nodded happily as she chewed. I even liked the way her fucking voice sounded.
“When am I not right?”
“I don’t think you want me to answer that.”
“I was right when I told myself I was gon’ be fucking you soon.”
“Oh yeah? When did you tell yourself that?”
“First day I got a look at that ass in line.”
Rolling her eyes, she replied, “You’re serious too. I couldn’t believe you did that
in front of your… friend. You bet not do that with me, or I’m gonna punch you.”
I burst into laughter because I wasn’t expecting that shit.
“I got respect for you, so I wouldn’t do that. But if I did do some shit like that, that means I don’t respect you, so if you punch me, I’m popping the fuck out of you.” I spoke seriously.
I hated females that hit niggas, expecting nothing in return. I wasn’t the one, and hoes around the city knew that shit. If a bitch put her hands on me, I was knocking her fucking head off. And whoever had a problem with the shit could get fucked up too, including her brother, dad, boyfriend, kids, cousin, and the list goes on. I was all about equal opportunity when it came to dopefiening muthafuckas.
Camarih just laughed, covering her mouth since it was full. “You’re so rude and violent.” We ate in silence for a couple minutes, then she asked, “Is Brielle really your stepsister?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, because she seemed to not like us holding hands, and she was giving me that look.”
“What look?” I felt my face contort. I did not wanna talk about this shit.
“The universal, ‘this is my nigga, and where did you come from’, look that women give other women who are messing with their man.”
“Impossible. I’m nobody’s man.”
“I know.” She spoke somberly, putting another piece of chicken into her mouth. She looked off for a second then gave me a smile.
We finished the food and then left out to my whip so we could head back to my place.
“Greedy ass ate all the chicken.” I smirked, glancing away from the street for a second.
“I told you I loved orange chicken. Should’ve gotten your own batch.”
“I thought the biggest size would be e-fuckin-nough. I ain’t know you ate like a grown ass man.”
“Fuck you! No I do not! I gotta eat to workout and keep this body.” She ran her hand down her thick thigh and winked at me.
“Yeah, please don’t get rid of that shit.” I licked my lips, all kinds of shit running through my mind.
“Wait, you’re blocking my car in.”
“You staying the night, that’s why.” I shut the car off.
“I’ve been staying with you almost every night during the week.” I ignored her comment and went around to open the door for her. “You take me out, you spend money on me, we hold hands, I spend the—”
“Aight, Camarih, I get it. I fuck with you, but at the end of the day, I don’t want all that other bullshit. I’m not a relationship type of nigga.”
Not saying anything else, she started toward my front door, and I followed her so we could go inside.
All the shit she was saying was true, but I knew myself. Wasn’t like I’d stopped messing with other females since I met Camarih, because I hadn’t. She was just the most frequent and the only one I was running up in with no cap. I was feeling like soon enough, I was gon’ have to do the inevitable and let her ass go.
The next day…
The homies Eitan, Rahim, and I were chilling in Rah’s shit across from this club that I got word Prince was in. I was about to catch him and beat his ass for putting his hands on Camarih.
For some reason, I was protective as fuck over her, and to know this hoe ass nigga bust her muthafuckin’ nose had me hot as fuck. While I was alive, no nigga was about to do shit to Camarih; shit, these females either.
“I knew it was something when I saw you kiss her ass on the lips.” Rahim smirked as he gripped his steering wheel.
This was why I wanted to do this shit alone. But Rahim had driven us to the studio, and since I wanted to get right over here, I let him drive to this fucking club. I didn’t wanna risk Prince bouncing while I was home switching cars and shit.
“Aye, I said the same shit! This nigga Tony don’t kiss none of these hoes!” Eitan cackled along with Rahim.
“Fuck both y’all niggas, and watch who the fuck you calling a hoe, bruh.” I turned to look at Eitan in the back seat.
“See what I mean.” Rahim chuckled.
“Nah, I don’t. Don’t be grouping her with these other females out here, is what I’m saying.” I got ready to get out of the car.
“See, in love.” Eitan joked, making he and Rahim roar with laughter.
“Call it what you want, but I bet not hear you call her a hoe again, or I’ll put a crater in the back of ya fucking head. Laugh on that, bitch.”
“Aye, you disrespectful as fuck.” Eitan shook his head as I got out of the car.
I made my way across the street, passing the small amount of muthafuckas waiting in line. It was late, so most of the people were inside already.
With my hood on, I proceeded to slip past the bouncer, but he stopped me. “Hey, man, it’s ninety dollars to get in—”
“Nah, it’s not.” I peeled my hood back to look down at him.
“My bad, Wacko. Go ’head.” The bouncer nodded, looking like if I made the slightest move he was gon’ shit on himself.
Yeah, Leimert Park was my hood, and South Central was my city, but all of fucking Los Angeles came correct when in my presence. The name Tony Wacko was a household one around this muthafucka.
Say I'm the goat, act like I don't know... But fuck it, I'm obviously winnin’…
The whole club was dancing to “Suge” by Da Baby as I stayed low, searching the VIP areas for my target. When I spotted Prince on the lower level section, something newly rich and famous niggas did so they could see people go crazy over them, I made my way toward him.
“Hey, Tony.” One female grabbed on my arm.
I tried to keep it pushing, but the bitch grabbed me again.
“Bitch, if you don’t let my arm go, I’ll bust yo’ shit.” I sneered, making her ass quickly retreat. If she knew my name, most likely she knew how I got down. I ain’t never make threats, only vows.
I finally got up to Prince’s section, easing my way in by simply dapping up the guard of his section. He was a muthafucka I went to high school with.
“Uh, what’s good?” Prince frowned when he saw me as he stood in the midst of his homies.
WHAM!
I took the bottle of Patrón from his hand, set the shit down, then went across his face. Before he could even recoup, I gave his ass another hit between the eyes. His homies stood there, some even backing up, while I proceeded to whoop this nigga’s ass as the music played like nothing was happening. Once he was down in the fetal position, I guess one of his boys decided to help.
WHAM!
Like clockwork, as soon as I saw his ass swing, I popped him in his shit, sending him flying back onto the table. The third and final friend decided to hop in on the shit, and after giving it to his ass for less than 30 seconds, he was dozing off with blood all around his mouth.
“They called the police!” Some bitch hollered out, so I darted from the VIP, through the crowd, and out the back of the club where Rahim and Eitan had the car waiting as directed.
“Damn, did you kill his ass? Yo’ knuckles is bruised as shit.” Rahim floored it from the back of the club and hit a left.
“Gave three of them niggas the business.”
“My boy!” Eitan reached his hand up to the front seat.
“Gay ass nigga.” I slapped hands with him, chuckling.
“Man, fuck you.”
Pulling my iPhone out, I texted Camarih on the low.
Me: I miss you.
Me: I been thinking about you sucking me up then riding my dick all fucking day.
Buttascotch: I just finished working on some products. Come take me with you.
I smirked at the text before closing my phone.
“Who that?” Rahim quizzed.
I said nothing, just sat back satisfied with my work moments ago. Prince had one more time to fuck up, and I was killing him.
Camarih
One day later…
Today I was having a late lunch with Shanece. I was excited to get out and have our usual girl
talks but without Prince lurking. Also, I was hoping our outing would help me not miss Isis.
She and I hadn’t talked in months, and it was still weird to not have her in my life. I’d blocked her on social media, so I never saw her posts, and she didn’t really hang too much around South Central. She stayed local, over in Watts.
A lot of the times, I thought back to the days Isis and I would stay up all night just talking about life and men. I couldn’t help but wonder when she started sleeping with Prince, especially since she ended up pregnant.
Prince was a careful guy, and the only reason I’d ended up pregnant twice was due to a broken condom. Tony was the first guy that I fucked raw consistently; it only happened once with Driz.
It was a little hot today, so I settled on some jean shorts, a crop wrap top, and some PVC sandal heels. I fluffed out my curly golden hair a bit before applying some light makeup, Fenty gloss, and then some earrings. After grabbing my Off-White purse, I headed out to meet Shanece.
I got to SUR in Hollywood and gave them Shanece’s name so they could walk me to her table.
“Hey, you look so pretty.” She stood up to hug me.
“Thank you. So do you.” I smiled before sitting down at the table with her.
Shanece was beautiful, with a caramel complexion, hazel eyes, slim thick frame, and long dark hair that she kept in braids or sometimes twists down her back. She was definitely a bit rougher around the edges than me, but I liked her.
We chatted before ordering drinks, appetizers, and our food. I felt comfortable getting what I wanted because I’d gotten paid from both jobs yesterday, and for some reason, Tony broke me off some cash.
It was $3,000, which I didn’t want to accept, but he told me it was nothing. I took that money and invested $2,000 of it into my business then put the rest into my savings. I had everything I needed to make a bunch more products to sell.
“So if you don’t mind me asking, what happened with you and Prince?” Shanece put her cocktail on top of the small square napkin.
Yes, I’d had many of talks with Shanece and loved hanging with her at shoots, but at the end of the day, I didn’t know her well enough to be telling my business like that.
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