Girls From da Hood 7

by Nikki-Michelle Redd

  G.G. downed another shot of vodka and had already collected fifty dollars in tips. She quickly adjusted to the scene and worked the crowd like T.T. suggested. She was giving a local thug a wall dance when she noticed T.T. talking to a young local. They both were smiling, as he was whispering something in her ear. She said something back, smiled and then she collected her clothing and strutted off the stage buck naked with her cash and attire in her hands. She followed the guy and walked toward the back where the VIP rooms were. G.G. knew what type of business was about to take place. It looked natural for T.T. to disappear with a trick to fuck or suck.

  The night progressed and G.G. had a handful of dollar bills. The attention she was drawing from everybody was causing jealousy among a few of the other dancers in the building. G.G. quickly became comfortable with exploiting her curvaceous figure. She exposed her goodies, and tolerated the many hands that touched her in places where only previous lovers had that privilege, but the money she was making was cool. It was less risk than selling crack, and G.G. figured a few nights of doing this, then she would be able to pay back Echo, and get that crazy nigga off her back. She didn’t want any more dealings or problems with him.

  T.T. had disappeared off to the back rooms to turn tricks a few times during the night. Every time, she would exit with a handful of money. G.G. had a few offers to sell her ass, but she turned them down. It wasn’t her thing, but the men were thirsty to get between her thighs. One individual was willing to pay her $200 for sex with her. G.G. was appalled by him. T.T. thought she was stupid for turning him down. T.T. took the man up on his offer, and left with him for the back room. He was ugly and fat, and had a slight odor; G.G. didn’t understand how T.T. could do it to herself, but to each his or her own.

  G.G. was giving someone a lap dance to the sound of Rihanna. It was her third hour in the club. He touched on her succulent booty as she grinded her pussy into his lap. The aura of her sweat and thick skin against him had him extremely hard.

  “Damn, you’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he said to G.G.

  “Thank you,” she replied coolly.

  G.G. arched her back, gripped his shoulders, and rotated her hips into his jeans, causing the boy to vibrate with excitement. She knew he would want to fuck, and it would be the umpteenth time someone asked her if she was doing VIP. She politely turned him down, and it looked like his whole world had crashed.

  As G.G. seductively danced against him, she turned and noticed someone had been watching her for the longest time. Their eyes met, and G.G. couldn’t turn away from him. He was very handsome in his brown skin, and his swag trickled off of him like sweat dripping. He was tall and beefy with chiseled cheekbones. His dark goatee edged his lips and chin perfectly, and his bald head gleamed like light. He was dressed in a pair of MEK boot-cut jeans, beige Timberlands, and a white T-shirt that hugged his beefy frame. He had little jewelry on—a long chain with a diamond cross, and a matching bracelet. His eyes sank into G.G. from little distance. She was instantly attracted to him.

  After the dance, and the thirsty pleas for VIP from the boy, G.G. hopped off his lap and strutted near the bar where her handsome stranger stood, nursing a beer. She stood close to him, feeling his eyes burning into her scantily dressed and exposed flesh.

  He smiled. “Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?” he asked, his voice booming with masculinity and confidence.

  “Sure.”

  “What you drinking?”

  “Grey Goose,” she said.

  “Straight?” he asked with a raised brow.

  “Yup!”

  “Ayyite ...”

  He turned to the female bartender and called her over. “Let me get a shot of Grey Goose and another beer.”

  She nodded and hurried to execute his order. The man turned to G.G., and asked, “So, what’s your name?”

  G.G. didn’t know what name to give him. T.T. advised her to come up with a stage name—telling G.G. to always separate the club and your personal life. So G.G. quickly came up with the name Angel; her stage name.

  “Angel,” she told him.

  He chuckled. “Cute. But your real name ... not that stage name you give these other fools.”

  “Look at you, you ain’t know a bitch but for one minute and already you asking my business. I hope the tip is right for all this,” said G.G.

  “Yeah, it’s always right coming from me,” he returned with a smile.

  “Um huh ...”

  The female bartender approached them with their drinks in hand. She set down a beer and Goose. The man pulled out a huge wad from his pocket and peeled off twenty dollars, passed it to the bartender, and said, “Just keep the change, love.”

  “Thank you,” she replied with a smile.

  “Baller, huh?” G.G. stated.

  “I do me.”

  “Thanks for the drink.” G.G. took a sip from her Goose. Her eyes couldn’t stray away from him. He was tall and definite eye candy. “What’s your name?” she asked.

  “Chubbs.”

  “Chubbs? That’s ya real name?”

  “It’s what everybody calls me.”

  “So, Chubbs, you want a dance?”

  “Yeah, bring that ass closer,” he said, slightly tugging at G.G.’s outfit.

  G.G. set her drink on the counter and pressed her soft, succulent backside against Chubbs. She began to grind her ass into his crotch, and could feel his dick indentation pressing against her ass. It felt like he had a big dick. G.G. was somewhat impressed. Chubbs wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her close, as G.G. gyrated her sweetness against him.

  “Damn, you’re so fuckin’ soft,” he uttered.

  “It’s how a woman should be. I assume you like how my body feels?”

  “Hells yeah.”

  G.G. turned around and pushed her tits against his chest. She could feel the muscles rippling from under the thin shirt he wore. His physique was phenomenal. Her pussy began dripping just by touching him. Chubbs gripped his wad of cash and slipped twenty dollars into her G-string. It was then followed by another twenty, and another. G.G. was ecstatic. It was good to know that he wasn’t cheap. The other girls in the club looked on and jealousy soon stirred in their eyes watching the new bitch get money.

  G.G. spent the majority of her time with Chubbs. He bought her drink after drink, and tipped her handsomely. She had his undivided attention, which was causing some animosity with the girls who wanted a piece of Chubbs themselves. The two were engaged in conversation, and soon Chubbs passed her his card and said, “I want you to holla at me.”

  “About what?” she asked, taking his card.

  “You like what you do here?”

  “Honestly, this is my first night here,” she stated.

  Chubbs was taken aback. “Oh word, you seem so cool and natural at this.”

  “’Cause I’m that bitch ... But, what, you tryin’ to pull my coat too?” she asked with concern.

  “I like your style, Angel ... Still didn’t get that real name ...”

  “G.G.,” she uttered.

  “G.G... . cute. But as I was saying, you’re beautiful, your skin, the dreads ... you got the total package. You wanna make some real money?”

  “Depends on doin’ what?”

  “Dancing in a rap video?”

  “You serious? Whose video?”

  Chubbs laughed. “Damn, you ask a lot of questions, G.G. But I feel you ... you wanna know what you’re getting into ... understandable. But it’s for this up-and-coming rapper named Johnny South Side. You heard of him?”

  “Vaguely.”

  “Well, he’s nice ... coming up in the game. We need some girls like you that stand out to be in his video,” Chubbs explained.

  “How much ya paying ... ?”

  “Call me and find out.”

  G.G. looked at the card. It had his name, a business, and two numbers on it. She kept it in her hand and thought about it.

  “Ask around about Chubbs, and you’ll know what I’m
about,” he added.

  Chubbs slipped G.G. an extra fifty dollars in her G-string and walked out. He left G.G. thinking about the proposal. Her first night dancing and she already got offered something better. It was luck. G.G. turned and noticed the hateful eyes watching. She was T.T.’s homegirl, and the other girls could only stare.

  T.T. and G.G. exited the club at four in the morning. Both girls were content about tonight. They walked toward the idling cab parked outside the club talking and laughing. T.T. slid inside the back seat, and G.G. followed inside. They told the cab driver that they were going to Jamaica Queens, and he slowly pulled away from the curb.

  As they rode toward Queens, T.T. counted her earnings for the night, totaling up $600. And G.G. made $400 for the night. G.G. looked at her friend and said, “Guess what.”

  “What?” T.T. asked without looking at her friend, her eyes still on the bills in her hands.

  “I met this guy named Chubbs, and he offered me to dance in Johnny South Side’s new video.”

  T.T. finally turned to look at her friend. “You serious ?” she asked.

  “Yeah, the nigga was fuckin’ fine, T.T. He told me to give him a call for a job. Shit, I might just do that.”

  “That’s what’s up ... cool,” replied T.T. nonchalantly.

  Chapter 9

  Baby brushed by Samson and strutted into the cafeteria in her short skirt and white sneakers. She was too cute. She smiled at Samson and headed over to her group of girls seated at one of the tables near the entrance. Samson looked at her for a moment. He was nonchalant. The two locked eyes momentarily and then Samson swiftly diverted his attention elsewhere. Baby smirked and started talking to her friends at the table.

  Marvin walked over toward Samson, playfully nudged him, and said, “Umm, that young girl needs a dress code in this school. But I see you looking, Samson. You better stay focus on what’s important.”

  “I’m doing my job,” Samson said dryly.

  “I bet you are ... Just make sure the job ain’t doing you,” he replied.

  Samson cut his eyes at Marvin. He wasn’t too fond of him. Marvin always had something stupid to say and he was a creep. Samson was quiet and low-key. Marvin was sometimes loud and boisterous. The two didn’t bond at all.

  Marvin glanced at Baby. His eyes traveled from her long, gleaming legs to her top area, and rested on her pretty face.

  “Damn, if only I was ten years younger, then she would have been a problem for me. Damn, these young girls done definitely changed since I was in high school,” Marvin said. “They’re making the job much harder on a nigga. They say we can’t touch, but shit, we can sure look ... right, my nigga?”

  He was contradictory.

  Samson remained quiet. His military persona taught him to remain focused and alert at all times. He had no time for small, idiotic chitchat with Marvin. He looked around the cafeteria, observing the students and their activity. It was calm for the period. There weren’t any indications of any problems brewing. So, Samson stood there relaxed.

  Marvin kept talking, but soon took the hint when Samson didn’t reply to anything he was saying. He walked away to the farther side of the cafeteria. Samson was happy that he was gone. He kept his composure and knew Marvin was stupid.

  The lunch period ended, and the students began exiting the area. They poured out of the cafeteria like a massive herd. They were loud. Baby followed the exiting crowd. When she got close to Samson, she smiled at him and said, “You see, I’ve been a good girl for a week now ... no contraband. You care to search me and find out?”

  Samson remained stone-faced. He didn’t comment back. He didn’t even look her way. Baby laughed along with her girls and rushed out of the cafeteria. One of Baby’s friends laughed and said, “Damn, that nigga’s fuckin’ fine.”

  “I know, right,” Baby replied, looking back at Samson promptly.

  Baby’s look upon Samson showed she was very interested in getting to know him better. He was dogmatic a majority of the time. But Baby knew he had a soft spot. He could have turned her in and been an asshole; Baby knew there was an opening somewhere with him. She went on to her next class with Samson on her mind.

  She was behaving herself in school, and everyone was shocked at her change of behavior during the past two weeks. But, unbeknownst to everyone, Baby had other motives. She had gotten caught once hustling in the stairway, and didn’t want to get caught again. She had to change up. She had to substitute her demeanor. She was making money in the locker rooms, the cafeteria, and the classrooms and outside. Baby felt she had a foolproof system. She got her work from J. Rock and was moving it smoothly via the students in her school. She sold weed and E-pills (ecstasy). Baby was making a healthy profit. Some of the students were known to throw numerous cut parties during the week, and during these cut parties they wanted to lose themselves in a haze of sexual frenzy, having full-scale orgies in apartments or homes. To expedite things, the kids got high off of both mixtures. These parties became popular through word of mouth, and many wanted to attend, but the location was always kept a secret until the day of the party.

  Baby was the main supplier for these parties. She sold weed by the ounces and the E-pills were always the first to go. The kids took them because it produced an intense pleasurable effect, enhancing a sense of self-confidence and energy. When they were high on pills, the kids felt a feeling of peacefulness, acceptance, and empathy. These users were experiencing the feeling of closeness with others and a strong desire to touch others and become intimate. The most close-minded and shy student instantly became a freak once on E-pills, and the girls found themselves indulged in overwhelming orgies with numerous boys all throughout the apartment, or homes they were hosted in. Because of them, teenage pregnancy and STDs were on the rise in the school.

  Principal Palmer had gotten news of these scandalous cut parties, but he was powerless to stop them. They were happening outside of the school grounds at various locations, and the main perpetrators behind them were smart and cunning. He was also aware of the drugs in his school, and vowed a major crackdown on those responsible for making his high school into a shithole, but Baby had eyes and ears in much needed places. People always looked out for her. They had so much love for Baby, and, J. Rock taught her how to hustle and use people. Baby used her beauty and sex appeal to influence anyone. She was so street savvy and cunning, that when she came at you, most times, you didn’t even see it coming then, instantly, you were caught up and tangled in her vicious web.

  The school days continued and Baby and Samson were constantly running into each other in passing. Every time, Baby made it her business to tease or flirt with Samson, but, as always, he would ignore her and do his job with precision. Baby saw that he was a tough nut to crack. She began to wonder if he would be able to crack at all, but she was persistent; when something or someone caught Baby’s attention, she went after it until you became her undivided attention. Something about Samson caught her attention. She loved that he was a military man like her father. He was strong and a no-nonsense type of man. While the other school safety officers joked around and talked with the students on a regular basis, becoming friends, Samson kept to himself most times. He was introverted at times, but he was fair around the students. They would ask about his military background, but he would never talk about his experience in the Marines or the war in Iraq. He had seen some horrors overseas, and that’s where he wanted to keep them: overseas.

  Baby was attracted to him, and it was his introverted ways that she liked. He reminded her of a few gangsters around her way. They were quiet but deadly inside, just like Samson with his military training. His eyes were always alert, watching, and his demeanor was intense. He had all the qualities of a soldier that were still embedded into him. Baby was persistent with getting to know more about him.

  She would come to school in her sexiest attire—sometimes, it would be too raunchy, stirring up heated attention from the boys and male staff she came across. She
had been forewarned before about some of the revealing clothing she came to school in, and was immediately sent home by the principal to change her clothing. So, Baby pushed the limits. The things she wore were somewhat revealing, but not too revealing to get her sent home or kicked out. But, the boys’ eyes were still glued to everything on her—and Samson would give her a fleeting look from time to time, but it didn’t linger on her long enough to show that he was interested.

  Baby decided to push the limits more. She came to school in a pink tennis skirt. She strutted around school oozing sex and had the males’ minds fogged with lust and desire. She smiled at them, and flirted with the cute ones, but her focus was on Samson. There was something about him that she craved. J. Rock had been absent from her world for over a week. He was in Baltimore conducting business and she hadn’t heard from him since she took his duffle bag of guns into her grandmother’s apartment. So, Baby’s attention needed to be elsewhere, and indirectly, Samson was the chosen one. While men lusted and chased after her, she subtly hunted for Samson. She knew he would be useful to her in so many ways.

  The school day was winding down. It was approaching eighth period and the hallways started to become lighter with students, as they were finishing up their classes and leaving the school. Baby had her eyes on Samson as she watched him walk down the hallway alone. He was heading toward the men’s bathroom. She followed him at a distance. Samson went inside. Baby hesitated outside the men’s bathroom for a short moment. She looked around, and the hallway was clear, silent like an empty room. She was bold. She hurried into the bathroom where Samson was pressed closely against one of the urinals taking a piss. When he felt the sudden presence of someone entering the bathroom, his head turned toward the entrance. He was shocked to see Baby in there with him.