“Damn. Shit, if that was me, I would not give a fuck what my parents said about my nigga. If I wanted to be with him, I would be.”
And that was exactly what Amara did.
“My thoughts exactly, but I wasn’t gon’ hate her for it. It’s hard being torn between ya family and significant other.” I shrugged.
Shanece nodded in agreement just as the smell of some good ass tacos hit my nose. I looked to the door to see Tony walking in with Camarih, Cornell, and Eitan, while holding a big brown bag of food.
As soon as he set it down, everybody flocked to him.
“Aye, aye, hold the fuck up. Hoes gotta pay either with pussy or cash. And since I don’t wanna fuck, whichever one of y’all bitches the homies don’t wanna pipe gotta run me three dollars per taco in this muthafucka.”
The homies and I laughed at Tony’s ass, who was serious.
“Them damn tacos is only a dollar, Tony.” One girl folded her arms, sucking her teeth.
“It’s called business, bitch. Now either bust it open or hand me my money,” he ran off, giving Camarih’s ass two free tacos in the process.
“Tony.” Camarih nudged him while laughing.
Cornell, Eitan, Abel, and I all grabbed tacos, and the females they gave the okay for, grabbed one as well. That left four other females and Shanece.
“Where my bread at?” Tony moved the bag out Shanece’s reach after collecting three dollars each from the ladies nobody wanted dibs on.
“Nigga, give me a fucking taco before you piss me off!” Shanece barked.
“Hoe, ain’t nobody scared of you.” Tony sized her up with a frown.
“Tony—” Camarih tried to interject, but Shanece cut her off.
“Hoe? Nigga, I’ll—” Shanece jumped at him, trying to punch his ass but was halted when Tony pulled his heat out. This nigga was insane.
With it pressed to her forehead, he removed the safety. “You gon’ what? Yeah, shut yo’ little Chihuahua ass up.” It was silent, but then he started cracking up, tossing her a free taco. “I’m messing with yo’ little extra ass.”
“Fuck you.” Shanece turned on her heels and went to sit back down.
“Man, leave her alone,” I told him, putting sauce on my taco.
“Oh, you like that hoe, huh?” He smiled.
“Houston.” Camarih interjected, glaring up at him.
Shaking my head, I watched as Camarih went to sit by Shanece and took her in for a little bit until Shanece saw me.
I needed to keep my distance. Phoebe was enough.
6
Tony Wacko
“This looks like an altercation waiting to happen.” Camarih peered out of the window as we parked to go eat at Master Burger.
“I got you. Ain’t nothing gon’ happen to you.”
“I know. I have to get used to that. I’m used to being abandoned if something happened or a man got flirty with me.”
Chuckling, I responded, “Well I can guarantee you that niggas ain’t gon’ be on that shit ’round here. Muthafuckas know what it is. Told yo’ ass I put the word out on you.”
Smirking, Camarih kissed me before I got out of the car, securing my heat at my lower back. Yeah, niggas knew better than to fuck with me, and yeah, niggas with sense respected other niggas with sense, but it was always that stupid muthafucka willing to act out. And I’d be damned if that stupid muthafucka hurt my girl or my baby.
A nigga really had a whole ass girlfriend and baby coming. Shit, just a month ago, I was fucking three different hoes. How time changes shit.
Helping Camarih out, we cut the long ass line and got right to the front.
“Tony.” Camarih bucked her eyes, smiling awkwardly at the bitch behind us that we cut.
“Excuse me, ole hoodlum ass nigga! I been in line for ten damn minutes!”
“Yell in my muthafuckin ear like that again, bitch, and watch me clock yo’ old box head ass.”
“Leave these thugs alone, Elaine.” Her old hoe ass homegirl placed her hand on her shoulder.
“Yeah, listen to yo’ homegirl, Elaine, ’fore I knock that retro ass wig off yo’ dome and have niggas doing donuts on yo’ shit in the street.”
“Houston!” Camarih bucked her eyes again, trying not to laugh.
Elaine shut the fuck up like her homegirl advised, so I turned to look through the window and ordered.
“Aye, I need two turkey burgers and two sides of fries. That shit better be hot too and them fries crispy.” I reached into my pocket for some cash.
“We know, Wacko. You order the same thing every time.” The cashier, Toya, took my money and handed me my change.
“Aye, the homie Cornell trying to fuck. When you gon’ stop playing?” I quizzed with a grin.
“Tony, get the fuck away from my window. I gotta work.”
“If I give you a tip, will you let the homie just smell the pussy?”
“No, fool! I hope he’s not your man, sis.” Toya laughed, looking at Camarih who was hugging me from behind.
“Unfortunately, yes.” Camarih giggled.
“Don’t let her fool you, Toya. She love daddy.” I pecked Camarih then turned to face Toya, while stuffing $2 in the jar. “You better let him finger-fuck you. I just paid for it.”
“I hate yo’ ignorant ass.” Toya rolled her eyes as I led Camarih from the window.
“I hate yo’ hood rat ass too.” As soon as I spoke, I locked eyes with hating ass Elaine. Giving her a smirk, I continued on, holding Camarih’s hand.
I was serious as shit. Cornell liked Toya’s rat ass for some reason, so I was trying to help the homie. If she ain’t give him no play, I was coming back for my fucking money.
“You’re so rude!” Camarih slapped my arm once we stopped walking.
“Fuck am I rude? I paid that bitch for a finger-fuck session.”
“Because, Tony, for one, two dollars isn’t enough for any action. And two, that is not the way to get play for Cornell.”
“It’s more than enough.” I leaned against the wall.
“Then why you didn’t pay me for some?” She smirked.
My bitch was bad as shit. She only wore some normal ass jeans, a t-shirt, and some all black low-top Chucks, but she was still sexy. That coily golden hair and that one dimple in her supple ass peanut butter skin did something to a nigga.
“Because I got game, and I knew I could fuck for free.” I pulled her in, gripping her ass and kissing her neck.
“Whatever.”
Our food was ready a few minutes later, so we took our shit to the car and parked elsewhere for more privacy. It was always too crowded around Master Burger off Western.
“How you like it? You on mute over there.”
“That’s how fire it is.” Camarih’s eyes widened. I chuckled, so she asked, “Why you laugh? I have something on my face?”
“Nah.” I shoved the last piece of my burger into my mouth. “I like the way you say fire.”
“What? I say it normally.”
“Shit is cute.” I pinched her chin, making her blush and all that good shit. “Can you eat while I drive?”
“Yes. We going home?”
“Nope.” I busted a bitch from the curb and sped off down the street.
“You drive so fast and crazy.”
“This shit was one of the fastest whips produced in the ’80s. Gotta push the shit to the limit, or I don’t need it.”
Camarih nodded as she gave the car an overlook as if she hadn’t ridden in it on multiple occasions.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
About an hour later, we arrived at Mulholland Drive where we could get an overview of the cities. I parked my whip and then helped Camarih out so we could go chill while looking out.
“This is beautiful.” Her mouth hung open as I hugged her body from behind. “You come here a lot?”
“Not a lot, but I come a few times a year. Good to clear ya mind and shit.”
“Yo
u ever brought any hoes up here?” Her brow raised as she looked up at me over her shoulder.
“Just you.” I laughed when she elbowed my abdomen. “Nah. You know damn fucking well I ain’t brought no bitches up here. For what?”
“To fuck.”
“You think I’m driving an hour for some pussy? Either she gon’ get fucked at the Snooty off Western, or she’s gettin’ the fuck on.”
“True. I can’t see you bending over backwards for sex.” Camarih turned around in my arms, letting our lips gravitate toward one another’s. After kissing for a little bit, we went to sit down, her throwing her legs across my lap and lying on my shoulder. “You think you can be in love?” she inquired after a couple moments of silence.
“Like on some Notebook shit? Hell nah.”
“Have you ever even seen The Notebook?”
“Nope, and don’t need to. I know it’s about some simp ass muthafucka, crying over some pussy.”
Chortling heavily, she said, “Umm, no, not quite. It’s actually a pretty sad love story.”
“Why you ask that shit?”
She was quiet for a moment, but then she got up to straddle my lap.
“Because I think I’m gonna be in love with you, and I want to be sure you can be in love with me too.” She toyed with my ears.
“Well I know it was hard as fuck not to like yo’ pretty ass, so I can’t see it being easy not to love you.”
She cocked her head, simpering subtly.
“You didn’t make me your girlfriend because I’m pregnant, right?”
“A bitch being pregnant makes me no never mind. If I don’t want her ass, having my baby won’t change shit.”
“That’s what you think.”
“Nah, it’s what I know.” I gave her strong eye contact as I rubbed up and down her back.
“You got a girl pregnant before?”
“Stupid ass Joy.”
“She miscarried?”
“Nah, got ’em scraped out.”
“You don’t seem bothered by the fact that she got an abortion. And you said ‘them’ so that means more than one.”
“’Cause I’m not bothered by it. I told you I ain’t give a fuck, Camarih. When I don’t give a fuck about a female, it don’t matter what she come telling me.”
“Houston—” She tried to get out of my lap, but I stopped her.
“You asked me a fucking question, and I answered the shit. What, you want me to lie? Pretend I’m some stand up ass nigga that goes soft when a pregnancy is brought up? If so, that’s not me. Niggas love to holla how they don’t love these hoes but be the first ones on bended knee when one of ’em shows up with a swollen belly. Not me.
I really live by this shit. It’s natural for me. You the only female I ever gave a fuck about that I wasn’t related to. The only female that I thought about when I wasn’t getting head or pussy from her. And the only bitch I wouldn’t mind having my first baby.” I brought her closer.
“I’m not a bitch.”
“Nah, you my bitch. That’s a big difference.” I kissed her. “You pissed now?”
“No. I just don’t want you to change your mind once the baby comes or once I get full term.”
“If a nigga had any doubts, I would’ve never stepped to you on some exclusive shit in my whip that night.”
“Okay.” She tossed her arms around my neck.
“I’m not gon’ be perfect though, so you gotta work with a nigga. This shit ain’t something I’m used to.”
“Well you just better not cheat.”
“Nah, that’s some obvious shit. I mean the other shit hoes be trippin’ on that make no sense.”
“I know.” She cupped my face to kiss me. “You just gave a fast food employee two dollars to get some finger action for your friend; it’s obvious you’re not all there, baby, nor perfect.” She grinned.
“Long as you know. And long as you know you stuck with me. Pussy too good for me to let you go.”
“You’re the only person I don’t mind being stuck with.”
As soon as we started sucking one another’s lips, her hand went down into my sweats.
“Oh shit,” I commented.
Smiling seductively, Camarih got down onto her knees and took my dick into her mouth. I watched her deep throat my shit for a moment before looking out over the dark night sky, enjoying the fuck out of this head.
She let her saliva run wild, slurping on my shit like she was working the fucking streets. Palming the back of her head, I gripped a handful of her hair, taking control of her speed. I liked watching her thick lips go up and down my shit. And whenever I hit the back of her throat, I held it there for a bit.
“Mm.” She cooed, going hard. I ain’t know what she was trying to do to a nigga, but it was working.
“Fuck, I’m ’bout to nut. Shit.” My comment only motivated her, and next thing I knew, I was letting loose down her throat. “You just sucked me up in public.”
“It’s dark. And so what. You didn’t like it?” She wiped her mouth as she rose up.
“The opposite. I love my bitches nasty and pretty.” I unbuckled her jeans and started pushing them down only a little. “Come sit on it.”
Catching on, Camarih turned her back to me and sat on my dick slowly. Her soft whimper at the feeling of me being inside of her had me about to nut.
We sat right there, fucking and enjoying the scenery.
I was hungry as fuck, and since I had some time to kill, I decided to hit up this fish spot off Arlington. Shit was always piping hot with a gang of fucking flavor, which was exactly what I was in the mood for.
I hit my baby mama up to see if she wanted anything, once I pulled into a parking space. After she texted back, I got out to go place my order. You could always tell when yo’ ass was in the hood because a lot of places made you order through a fucking window.
“Aye, let me get two catfish combos. Fry the shit hard so it stays hot, my nigga.”
The employee nodded, told me my total, and then ran me my change once I paid.
“Just ten minutes.”
“Aye, I’m supposed to get six dollars and sixty-seven cents back, muthafucka. This is six dollars and sixty cents.” I frowned. Watching him get my seven cents, I added, “Trying to play me and shit. You think ’cause I’m a nigga, I can’t count. Get yo’ block knocked off fucking with me.” I shoved my seven cents into my pocket then stepped off to wait.
It was about 3 p.m. at the moment, so LA was bright as fuck and sunny as shit. Squinting my eyes, I watched cars drive up and down the street, saying ‘what’s up’ to a few of the niggas I knew.
“Hey, are you Tony Wacko?” Some dopey muthafucka walked up. He seemed to be around my age but soft and having no business knowing a nigga like me. Then again, everybody in South Central knew me. He had no business wanting to talk to me though.
“Who the fuck wants to know?” I sized him up. Like a lot of muthafuckas, he was shorter than me.
“Uh…” He glanced off. “I was wondering if you were holding.”
“Holding what?” I played dumb. I had a specific clientele, and he wasn’t on the list.
“You know, some candy.”
I stared at him for a moment as he stood there, acting more skittish than a little bit. He wasn’t an addict; I could spot them a mile a fucking way; he was just nervous as shit. Nigga definitely went to some preparatory school coming up, and not over this way.
“Follow me.” I started walking, checking over my shoulder to make sure he was coming too.
WHAM!
I clocked his ass in the nose as soon as we got around the corner and in the alley.
“Wait!” He howled, nose bleeding profusely.
“Who the fuck sent you on some snitch shit?” I grabbed him up and shoved him against the wall, making him wince.
“No-nobody!”
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I proceeded to beat the brakes off this nigga until it looked like he was going in and o
ut of consciousness.
“Make sure whomever sent yo’ soft ass gets a good look at you.” I kicked his stomach, making him holler.
By the time I was done, my food was ready, so I took my ass to the crib to kill this shit like it was a regular fucking day. And shit, for me, it was.
Camarih
Picking up the glass of water, full of ice, just the way Tony liked, I carried it along with the plate of macaroni and cheese, fried chicken wings, greens, and cornbread back to his bedroom. He’d been out all day long, handling business, and I felt bad for him because he came in and passed right out.
I’d been living here for the past couple of weeks, rent free, and I felt like I needed to do more than just go to work and make my products. Most times I felt too sick to do anything, which made me feel even more useless. On the upside though, my sales were steady and hadn’t declined one bit thus far.
“Baby, wake up.” I nudged Tony with my knee since my hands were full.
It was 8 p.m., and he was still fully clothed in a Nike tracksuit, smelling and looking so fucking fine. I’d noticed that I’d become more possessive than usual over him and hated when he would leave early in the a.m., only to return at nighttime.
“Camarih.” He spoke my name with his face still in the pillow.
The way his deep voice said my name made it sound so good. And that was another thing… I was always horny. I’d been pregnant before, and I was horny then too, but not this badly. I think it was a mix of hormones plus my attraction to him.
“Wake uuuup, please!” I begged.
“Swear to God, if you wasn’t having my baby and if I didn’t like fucking you, I would kick the shit out of you right now.” He turned over and paused when he saw the piping hot food.
“For you, baby daddy.” I grinned, barging my way into his space and kissing his lips.
He sat up, giving me a whiff of his cologne.
“Fuck is this for?” He frowned, making me kiss him again.
“Just knew you would be hungry.” I shrugged. He sat back, said grace like I always made him do, and then tasted some of the food, looking at me suspiciously while chewing. “What?” I laughed.
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