“I’ma fuck you up, bitch!” Echo exclaimed.
“Yo, is there a problem here?” a voice shouted out.
Echo turned to see who dared intervene with his business. He was known for assaulting anyone who got in his way with money or his reputation. He spun around with his hand near the Glock 17 that was tucked in his jeans, his eyes red with rage. His attention rested on Chubbs standing behind him. He was shocked.
“Chubbs ... what’s good, nigga?” Echo asked, his voice trailing a little.
“You tell me, Echo,” Chubbs replied coolly.
“I’m just handling some business, that’s all.”
“With who, G.G.? What business you got with her?”
“Personal shit ...”
“I see. But check this, she’s with me, Echo, so don’t bring that bullshit around here, you feel me?” Chubbs warned.
“Yeah, I do. But this bitch owes me two grand. She fucked up a package of mines, and she’s been duckin’ me for like three weeks now. You know how I do, Chubbs,” said Echo.
“Yeah, I do. So for two grand, something that’s pocket change for you, you ready to fuck up my business here and take her life.”
“I gotta uphold my reputation,” said Echo.
“Reputation.” Chubbs chuckled slightly. Chubbs locked eyes with Echo and added, “Well, you know mines, right, Echo?”
“Yeah ... so, what the fuck you gettin’ at?” he growled.
“Check this, Echo, you let her be ...”
“And my fuckin’ money she owes me?”
Chubbs reached into his pocket, pulled out an enormous amount of big bills, and peeled off three grand. He then tossed it at Echo. The bills rained down and scattered at Echo’s feet. Echo looked revolted by Chubb’s disrespectful action.
“That’s three grand, muthafucka; take it ... And you’re crying over two. So we good, right?”
Echo’s face was twisted with upset. He turned to look at G.G., who had remained quiet during the conversation, then turned back to look at Chubbs. He said, “A’ight, we good, Chubbs ... no problems.”
“Cool. Pick up your money and get the fuck off my set,” Chubbs exclaimed. “C’mon, G.G., let’s go,” he added, reaching out for G.G. to take his hand.
G.G. walked past Echo, who was squatted down and collecting the cash from off the ground. She didn’t know what had happened, but it was brief, intense, and she never saw Echo back down from any man. It was a first.
G.G. walked away with Chubbs. They headed toward his silver Bentley Coupe parked on the street. G.G. wanted to ask questions. And she wanted to pay her own debts. She wasn’t looking for any handouts.
“You didn’t have to do that. I had the money to pay him,” G.G. said.
“Nah, that’s your money, G.G. You keep it. You earned it, so go celebrate with it,” Chubbs said.
“So I’m in debt to you now?”
“Nah, that was just a favor. I can wipe my ass with three stacks. It’s nothing for me. But I know Echo’s reputation, never really liked the nigga anyway. He’s brutal and vicious when he don’t have to be. And I didn’t want to see you get hurt. Compared to who I used to be back in the days, Echo is Mickey Mouse to me.”
“I can hold my own.”
“I know you can.”
She smiled.
G.G. jumped into the passenger’s side and Chubbs climbed behind the wheel of his lavish Bentley Coupe. It was the first time G.G. had ever been in an extravagant and pricy car. She felt like a queen against the plush, leather seats and feeling on the wood grain dashboard.
“Nice,” she uttered.
“I only fuck with the best. And when you deal with me, you’ll get the same treatment too.”
“A’ight ... we’ll see.”
Chubbs smiled and sped off.
Chapter 12
The school was quiet, the loud chats and perpetual traffic from students had gradually dissipated as the evening hours grew later. The hallways and classrooms were empty. Only a handful of teachers remained in some classrooms after hours going over study plans, having meetings, and grading papers. The high school had a totally different feeling after 3:00 P.M.
All the classrooms on the third floor, except for one, were vacant and ready to be cleaned by janitors working overtime. The empty halls and the late hours were perfect for Samson and Baby’s sexual rendezvous. As 4:00 P.M. neared, they entered an empty classroom to fuck. It was their umpteenth encounter, and Samson couldn’t get enough of the pussy. Baby had him strung, even though he wouldn’t admit it. He promised himself never again, but the “never again” was substituted with “this is our last time together.”
It had been two weeks since their first meeting, and since then, the two became a hush-hush item. They fucked in his truck, rented out motel rooms by the hour, fucked in the parking lot, and got nasty in vacant classrooms after school hours. Sometimes it got really risky between them; Baby would give him quick head in the locked stall in the men’s bathroom during lunch periods. She loved taking risks, but, Samson wanted to be cautious. His job and, possibly, his freedom were at stake.
Samson found himself confiding in Baby a lot. They fucked but also talked. They were getting to know each other well. She knew about his situation at home—the foreclosure. He needed help, and she came up with a solution. Samson felt that his hand was forced into an inevitable situation. Life had delivered him a few blows, and he needed to start punching back. So, reluctantly, Baby’s solution was helping her hustle drugs. He became a drug carrier and some muscle for her to earn some extra cash on the side. Baby knew he would be perfect for her operation. He was an ex-Marine—a trained killer, and desperate to keep his mother’s home from going into foreclosure. It was ironic; a few weeks ago he was ready to turn her in for selling drugs in the stairway, now, he was in cahoots with her.
Baby followed behind Samson into the empty classroom. Everything was clear, the floor was quiet, and the majority of the staff had already gone home. Samson made sure the door was locked, and then the two positioned themselves out of sight from any view of the hallway. Samson stared at Baby with a strong craving that seeped inside of him. He quickly unbuckled his pants, slid them off, and stepped out of the pile. Baby shimmied out of her jeans, revealing her sweet, shaved nectar for Samson to ravage once more.
She held her arms out to him and said, “Fuck me, nigga!”
Samson was ready to oblige.
He neared her, dropped semi low in front of her, wrapped his arms around Baby’s petite, juicy frame, and scooped her up into his masculine arms. He then plastered her against the wall as Baby straddled her legs around him. Their mouths hungrily devoured each other’s lips—their tongues battled for dominance. Baby sucked on his tongue and could feel Samson’s thick dick nearing her glorious hole getting ready for entry. She panted. He was strong. He was ready. Samson impaled himself inside of Baby while he still had her plastered against the wall.
“Ugh ... Ugh!” she grunted, feeling the dick opening her up.
“Ugh shit ... Ooooh, you feel so fuckin’ good, Baby. Ooh, your pussy so good. Ooh so good,” he moaned with his sturdy grip upon her.
They continued to kiss fervently. Baby sucked on his tongue, and easily pulled his wet muscle into her oral playground. Her nipples were hard as stones pressed against him. She could feel her juices escaping her, trickling down her legs as Samson wreaked havoc on her pussy with his long, periodic strokes inside of her.
“Ooooh, fuck me! Fuck me!” she cooed.
His dick thrust deep into her pink folds. And her heated, lively flesh wrapped around his hard shaft as he jerked his hips against her—causing her tight, hot walls to compress around his bulbous head. Her pussy pulsed nonstop. Their sexual and rough encounter was intense and nearly mind blowing. Baby’s legs tightened around his upper thighs as she felt herself being pushed up the wall, which took higher learning to a whole new level.
“Ah shit, so good,” he grunted once more.
They
both felt their orgasms riding their course.
“I’m fuckin’ comin’,” he uttered.
“Come for me, baby... Ooooh, I feel you. I feel you!”
Samson’s grip around Baby strengthened. His nut was brewing. Their bodies lit up with pleasure, and Samson discharged himself inside of Baby like a gusher. She hugged him closely still in his secure hold around her and rested her face against his skin. She exhaled. She got hers too. And it felt like she was coming down from her high. Her legs began to release around Samson’s thighs and she was touching the floor again.
Samson looked spaced out for a moment. He sat in one of the chairs with his pants halfway pulled up and sighed. He looked ashamed for a moment. Baby quickly got dressed.
“What the fuck are we doing?” Samson asked.
Baby was used to his guilty conscience taking over after an intense fuck like that. She enjoyed it. He was becoming her puppet on a string.
“It’s called having a good time,” she said.
“Shit,” he muttered. “This is crazy.”
Samson stood up and started to fasten his pants and get himself organized. The pussy had him addicted. He had become a fiend for her in such a short time. It was unlike him. He was supposed to be disciplined. Drugs and sex had taken over his life. He was fucking Baby, running drugs for her, or getting high off of weed or E-pills. His world had drastically changed overnight.
They were dressed. Cautiously, they exited the classroom. Samson walked out first, inspected the area, and, when he was sure the hallway was clear, he signaled for her to step out. She strutted out and the two went their separate ways until next time.
Baby and T.T. walked into J. Rock’s apartment and she couldn’t wait to see her boo. He had just come back from Baltimore after doing a few runs. He was in the kitchen with a few of his goons getting much needed work ready for distribution in the streets. 2Pac’s “Me Against the World” blared throughout the apartment. Heavy weed smoke lingered. Baby and T.T. walked into the kitchen. She was all smiles to finally see her boo after he’d been gone for weeks. J. Rock was seated at the table counting money. He was shirtless, his skin swathed with tattoos, and a long gold chain hung from his neck. Two thugs were seated at the table with him. A key of coke, a few liquor bottles, and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts, including blunt guts, and a few guns were spread out across the round kitchen table in front of J. Rock.
“Hey, baby,” Baby greeted her boo.
She rushed toward him and was ready to jump into his arms to greet him with kisses. But J. Rock’s gaze aimed at her wasn’t so welcoming. J. Rock looked up at her. He wasn’t thrilled like Baby was. He took a pull from his cigarette, and slowly stood up as Baby waited for her hug and kiss from him. He stood near Baby, calmly extinguished his cigarette into the ashtray, and then surprisingly struck Baby with a backhand slap across her face. The striking hit dropped Baby to the floor.
J. Rock stood over her and yelled, “Bitch, what the fuck is wrong wit’ you ... huh, bitch?”
Baby was shocked. She held the side of her face in anguish. T.T. approached J. Rock, ready to intervene and shouted, “Nigga, what the fuck is wrong wit’ you?”
“T.T., stay the fuck outta this ... this is between me and my bitch. Not you!” he sternly warned.
“You ain’t gotta hit her like that, J. Rock,” T.T. exclaimed. “And last time I checked, Erica was your bitch.”
“T.T., shut the fuck up and leave,” J. Rock exclaimed.
“That’s my girl, J. Rock.”
“And ... me and your girl gonna have a little talk,” he said. He then looked at his two thugs and said, “Yo, take that bitch into the living room and have her chill out.”
T.T. looked down at Baby still on the floor. Baby’s eyes told her she was cool. T.T. nodded and walked out with the two men. Baby looked up at J. Rock and picked herself up off the floor. J. Rock stood next to her. He scowled, reaching out to grab Baby by her shirt and pulling her closer to him.
“What’s this I hear about you fuckin’ some other nigga, huh? Some security guard ...”
Before Baby could answer him, he added, “And don’t fuckin’ lie to me, bitch. Or I’ll fuckin’ make it worse.”
Baby was puzzled. How did he find out about Samson? He was the only man she was fucking while he was in B-more. J. Rock’s angry look burned into her. He kept his tough grip around Baby’s shirt and said, “Talk, ’cause I got eyes and ears everywhere.”
“It’s not what you think, J. Rock. It’s only fuckin’ business wit’ him. I ain’t got no feelings for the muthafucka.”
“Business, huh ...”
“Yes. I love you, baby,” she strongly proclaimed.
“What kind of business? I hope you ain’t got this muthafucka in my business.”
“No, it’s somethin’ small time. I got this nigga open off of me, fo’ real, baby. I can get him to do whatever I ask him to do. He’s in a bad situation ... desperate, so I just took advantage of it.”
J. Rock looked at her. He loosened his grip around her shirt and relaxed his hard demeanor for the moment. “You always are scheming.”
“But it always pays off, right, baby?”
“Maybe.”
J. Rock was silent for a moment. He had a thought. He neared Baby, took her in his arms in a pleasant way this time, softened his look, and said to her, “Listen, I’m sorry, Baby ... but you know how I get. I care for you a lot.”
“I know, baby,” she replied, becoming putty in his arms.
“I was thinking ... I might cut that bitch off for good this time,” he said, referring to Erica. “She fuckin’ up.”
It made Baby smile.
J. Rock continued with, “You ride or die wit’ me fo’ real all the time. I respect that, Baby. I do. I just be caught up in my moments.”
“It’s cool, daddy.”
“But check this; you say this nigga is caught up on you like that?”
She nodded.
“A’ight ... I got a proposition ... me and crew, we doin’ a serious come up, and you know it ain’t never pretty wit’ this shit. But I need a nigga got, and I need ya boy to do the deed. So, you think you could get this nigga to body a nigga for you?”
“Shit, I got my ways, baby,” she said.
J. Rock smiled. “That’s what I want to hear. But this shit is serious; I can’t get none of my niggas to do it, ’cause it can’t be traced back to me at all. And ya boy’s a soldier, so I know he got the skills to kill this nigga.”
“Who you want got, baby?” Baby asked.
“This nigga named Chubbs ... It could be a new dawn wit’ this nigga gone. You feel me, baby?”
“I do.”
“A’ight ... So set that up wit’ ya soldier boy, and when Chubbs is toe-tagged, I’ll do Erica the same, and it’ll be you and me,” J. Rock stated convincingly.
It made Baby smile once more. It felt like her dreams were finally coming to light. She couldn’t wait for it to happen—especially for Erica to go. She was ready to set everything in motion, and knew the right type of persuasion to put on Samson to get him to kill for her.
Chapter 13
G.G. woke up in the Luxor platform bed with the sun beaming in her eyes. The shades were drawn and the morning sun lit up the well-furnished bedroom. She awakened with peace of mind for once and a lovely experience. She was naked underneath black satin sheets. The soothing texture of the black sheets against her skin put G.G. in a perpetual bliss. Last night had been remarkable—but the past week with Chubbs had been amazing. She lifted herself upright on the bed and rested her back against the headboard. Her pussy was still throbbing from last night. Chubbs fucked her like he had authority over her pussy, and ate her out like he was a hungry beast. They went at it like animals. They didn’t hold anything back when it came to having sex with each other. She needed that.
The black satin sheets went with the room’s décor—shimmering parquet floors, with a large designer throw rug situated at the foot
of the bed. Two grand emperor floor lamps flanked the bed, with a Hikari cherry wood mirror with walnut accents above the dresser, and there was a Roma sleeper sofa near the door. A few Zen paintings along with Japanese calligraphy hung on the walls. There wasn’t a TV in the room or a radio, only numerous books to read about many subjects.
G.G. knew Chubbs was different. He liked to read a lot, and he had a fascination with Japanese and Chinese culture. He was smart and wealthy—two major pluses she liked. She looked around the room and took everything in. She slowly emerged from the bed in raw form and walked over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows. She peered out at Manhattan from the twentieth floor, and it was a picturesque thing to see. She went from the projects to a Midtown high-rise. She didn’t care about being naked in the window; it was natural for her, and they were so high up that hardly anyone could see into the bedroom.
Chubbs entered the bedroom shirtless and wearing basketball shorts. His physique was beefy with a hairy chest, and a few tattoos. He had qualities that the ladies ate up—a fierce reputation, swag, and wealth. He looked at G.G. and asked, “How did you sleep?”
“Good ... I needed that shit.”
“Good to hear.”
Chubbs walked over toward the window to stand near G.G. He gently pulled G.G. into his arms and hugged her close. G.G. became lost in his sudden affection. They both peered out at the city together.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“I’m fuckin’ starving ... That dick got me hungry again.”
Chubbs laughed. “Glad to know you enjoyed it.”
“I loved it.”
“C’mon, get dressed, I know a place where we can go and enjoy ourselves,” said Chubbs.
“I’m wit’ it.”
G.G. quickly showered and got dressed, and left with Chubbs to have lunch in the city downtown. It was nearing late October, and the temperature was dropping gradually as the days trickled closer to November. G.G. strutted out of the high-rise in a black fall jacket, jeans, a pair of Nikes, and sporting hoop earrings. She was cute. She walked side by side with Chubbs toward his Bentley Coupe. It sat snuggly parked on the block among other lavish cars. He hit the alarm and they both climbed inside.
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