Dirty DNA (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by BlaQue

  I hugged Crack. “I guess I was more interested in your business than you think.” I laughed.

  “YaYa what brought you here? Or should I even ask?” He said looking from me to Nato smiling.

  “So, we meet again shawty.” I heard Dread say. His voice commanded attention with it’s deep smooth baritone.

  I snapped out of the trance I was in from seeing him again. I remembered that he had just fucked my best friend a few hours before. Nato asked me was I cool, and I let him know Crack was like family so he headed towards the booth to lay a track for an upcoming mixed-tape. Crack informed us that he and Queen had plans on meeting a few investors over dinner and he left. I took a seat and Dread found a seat next to me just as a pretty brown skin girl with hazel eyes walked down the steps. She rushed in the room issuing apologies for her tardiness. She introduced herself as Kimya.

  “Ain’t nobody thinking bout you Kim. You’re always late for a session. You say one o’clock that shit means three o’clock.” One of the niggas who had introduced himself as Shaq laughed.

  Kimya cut her eyes at him and reached for the J from one of the other dudes sitting in on the cipher. She inhaled the thick smoke, passed the J and walked into the engineering board. That shit shocked me because Kim looked like a fly girl – like she had no business fucking around with music. Shaq quickly followed her into the room that held the equipment and said, “Time to make magic.”

  I was in awe that she was going to run the boards. Dread brought me back from my thoughts.

  “So, you couldn’t have enjoyed the show that night I met you because after I got off the stage you were nowhere to be found.” He said smiling and showing me all thirty-two of his pearly whites.

  “Something came up.” I stammered. I hear you had a good time anyway.”

  “You heard? What you hear about me?” He quizzed looking puzzled at my statement.

  “You ended up having some groupie love with my best friend.” I blurted out. Dread instantly turned red. He was obviously embarrassed by the situation.

  “Wow! Now that’s different. I guess the odds were against me. That shit just happened. I didn’t go at her, she came at me.” Dread said.

  I looked at him with major attitude. No he didn’t just sit there and try to go on about NiQue. I knew she was a roller, but he didn’t have to put it out there like that.

  “Look shawty no disrespect; it is what it is. It happened. It might not have happened if you hadn’t rolled out.”

  I folded my arms and tried to ignore him. I focused on Nato laying down some mean lyrics. I understood why they called him God’s Gift. He was nasty with his delivery and punch lines. Dread tried to capture my attention by passing me the J.

  “Look shawty, you can sit there with your face balled up if you want. Shit happened, I wish it wouldn’t have gone down like that, but I can’t change it. You gonna’ stay mad at me forever?”

  He poked out his bottom lip and made a puppy dog face. He stuck out his hand as a gesture of a truce. I took his hand and shook it. We sat listening to some of the different members of The Cap lay down verses. I found talking to him was different from talking to dudes who didn’t know anything but drugs, sex, and money. He was college educated, although he looked like he was a drug dealing thug. Nato had finished his recording and noticed that Dread and I had become quite friendly, and he didn’t seem to mind. When he joined our conversation, Dread explained that we had met previously. I wasn’t sure, but I don’t think Nato gave a damn either way and he went in search of Coronas. Another group entered the studio and it was beginning to get crowded. It was starting to get late and I made my way out of the studio accompanied by Dread who insisted that he walk me out to my car.

  “YaYa, I enjoyed chatting it up with you. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

  “I would like that.” I said writing my cell number on a flyer that I had taken off of my windshield.

  He was standing next to my driver’s side window, leaning his 6’3” frame partially inside. I couldn’t help but want him. He was the complete package. He was fine, smart, and best of all…had no street dealings. Although we had spoken on many things, I did not discuss my line of work. Dread leaned in further and I could smell the scent of Big Red on his breath and he kissed my lips so tenderly that my body shook. I gathered what was left of my composure and pulled away from him thinking of NiQue. Even though she was going to use him for all she could and could care less about him, I felt guilty.

  “Dread, I don’t think we should go there. You gotta’ understand that NiQue is my folks. She’s like my sister, I guess you could say. I don’t want to betray her trust.” I said sliding my shades down over my eyes so he couldn’t see that my eyes were saying, I want you.

  “I hear you shawty.” He said backing away from the car window.

  Damn he was fine; from his long red locks, down to his New Balance clad feet. This man was on the money. I knew I had better pull off before I decided to say, fuck NiQue! I waved at him again and headed to Georgetown to get ready to live it up with NiQue at Ibiza. Once I reached my driveway, I saw NiQue’s truck was there. I wondered how long she had been there. I walked into the house with my bags from earlier. “I’m home.” I said entering the foyer. I was greeted by Oscar who was coming from Daddy’s office which was right off the front door entrance.

  “Oscar, how long has NiQue been here?” I questioned.

  “She has been here for a few hours. She came in with her brother. He had some business with your father. Why?” He countered.

  “Oh, I just wanted to know, I said continuing on to the family room where I found NiQue and Neko playing the Wii. They were deep into the game they were playing and hadn’t noticed me enter the room. Neko was high as hell and NiQue was probably just as fucked up.

  “Hey ya’ll.” I said letting them know I was there. They both jumped like they had heard the words, this is a stick up.

  “Sup sis.” Neko said turning to greet me.

  “Imma’ get up with you later on for that rematch.” NiQue winked her eye at Neko. He blushed and turned back to the game. I found that shit to be funny.

  “We gonna’ get this party started or what?” NiQue said brushing past me and heading to the stairs towards my room.

  “Looks like you already started.” I said

  We were both getting ready for our night out and thoughts of Dread kept creeping into my mind. Damn, I hated when a nigga had me feeling all school girlish. NiQue was eyeing me while I stood naked in front of my full-length mirror applying apple-scented lotion to my juicy black skin. NiQue was pulling on the “loud” she had twisted up, and from the look in her eyes, she was rolling hard off of the X. I wasn’t rolling, but I was high as hell, and we were sipping on some Ciroc so we would be nice and fucked up before we got to the club. I pulled on my teal bra and thong set from Fredrick’s of Hollywood and slid into my little black dress that I had purchased earlier from the Solbiato shop. I made sure the holster containing my knife couldn’t be detected.

  NiQue was dressed and ready to party. She wore a blue fitted top with some bad ass black Gucci shorts that stopped right at the cuff of her fluffy ass. With some strappy Gucci shoes and bag to match, she was ready to stop traffic in her outfit. I stepped into my shoes and was ready to go out and let my hair down because I swear I needed to have a good time. Too much had happened and it was time for me to release some tension. We hopped in the back of the Escalade that was to be driven by Daddy’s driver. We decided to have someone else drive us because we were far to fried to drive anywhere. We pulled in front of the club and walked right to the front of the line which was entirely too long. We flashed our boy, Brucie from Trinidad, a smile and he ushered us into the club.

  It was good to know Brucie was doing well for himself and had landed himself a legal job. Brucie had been caught up on some murder beefs and somehow, anybody who had anything to do with the case turned up missing. After being held for a year and some change, Brucie was fre
e to go. Since his release, he had been on the straight and narrow and wouldn’t even think about illegal activity. It still amazed me that he could still live and work in the same city that had almost caused him to spend the rest of his life in jail or put him six feet deep!

  We found ourselves being groped and fondled as we made our way through the hot club. The females all resembled Nicki Minaj with colorful hair and loud apparel. I guess Nicki was the “in” thing. The “Barbie” look was a bit much for my taste though. I swayed my hips to the beat while I walked to the bar to elevate my high. NiQue was right on my heels. We made it to the overcrowded bar and NiQue was trying to get the bartender’s attention. Her cleavage was bursting out of her v-cut shirt and that made the bartender take notice.

  He took our drink orders and NiQue gave him her credit card to start a tab. I was feeling real good and decided to go and find a boy toy for the night. NiQue and I made our way to the middle of the dance floor and started to dance. We were really having a good time when a light skinned brother with bad acne tried his hand. He was rubbing his hard, little dick all on my butt. I wasn’t feeling it at all; mentally or physically. NiQue knew the look I was throwing her and quickly pulled me close to her and started grinding on me from the back.

  NiQue shot the dude a look that said, she’s with me, and home boy looked like he had just nutted in his pants. After a few more dances and plenty rounds of Ciroc, we were just about ready to leave. NiQue turned her attention to Sheik who was bunned up in a booth with his on again, off again, girlfriend Shawnna. I walked over to their table and greeted them. I kept it short and sweet since I knew there was no hope for me and him after she had flashed me a huge rock on her left hand. I told him I would get up with him on that business he was discussing with NiQue earlier, and then I made my exit.

  The DJ was playing “No Hands” and I wanted Sheik to know exactly what he was going to be missing. I didn’t give a fuck what Shawnna thought about it either. My dress had risen right to the cuff of my chocolate ass cheeks and I started making my ass clap to the beat. Shawnna just stared at me with looks that could kill. Sheik on the other hand couldn’t stop watching me make my ass bounce to the beat of the music. NiQue knew exactly what I was doing and even though she was friends with Shawnna, I was her dog. She understood what I was doing. She told Shawnna she had to get my drunk ass home and we left. I could hear Shawnna screaming at Sheik for watching my porn show antics with so much lust. I felt satisfied that my work was done and we hopped in the Escalade just as the DJ said, “Last call for alcohol.”

  Once we got to my house, NiQue was still rolling off of the four pills she had taken through the course of the night. I was so gone off the drink and green that I was keyed up. I stood to remove my dress exposing my partially naked body to NiQue who was watching me lustfully. She stood and walked up behind me and ran her hands down the sides of my Coke bottle hips. I shuddered from her touch. Normally, I wouldn’t even entertain the thought of NiQue touching me, but with all the shit going on, and my stress and frustration rising, allowed me to enjoy her touch. She turned me around to face her and she pulled me close to kiss her. I accepted her warm tongue and rubbed her huge ass; pulling her closer to me so that we were skin to skin. NiQue wiggled out of her shorts and pushed me backwards to the bed. She lay on top of me, kissing and sucking on my breasts.

  “Sssssssss…YaYa, imma’ make that pussy cum!” She said in between sucking on my nipples. Just the thought of her tasting my pussy made my pussy thump. No one had touched me in weeks, and I was due to cum and not by my own hands. I needed some maintenance and I didn’t mind that it was coming from NiQue. She licked all over my stomach and moved down further still. Her head went down further, and she licked on my healthy thigh and parted my shivering legs. I was so wet with anticipation of feeling her suck on my clit. As if she knew what I was thinking, NiQue buried her face in my neatly waxed pussy. I was moaning and tossing and turning in no time. I was cumming over and over and NiQue showed no signs of stopping. She licked on my swollen clit like I was her lollipop. I thrust my hips upwards to her warm waiting mouth. I could feel my orgasm building as she continued to keep up with my rhythm. I was about to go over the edge when she slid her finger into my ass. It sent chills up my spine. I could hear the sounds of my wet pussy as she continued to finger fuck my ass and lick on my clit in a circular motion.

  “Awwww…shit NiQue! You are gonna’ make me cum!” I shouted while grinding my pussy all over her face. NiQue grabbed me by my soft ass and dug her nails into my cheeks raising my hips off of the bed.

  “Fuck my mouth YaYa.” She said between me humping and grinding on her face.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the back of her head and wound my wet pussy in her eager mouth and came. NiQue moved from between my legs with her face glistening like a glazed doughnut. She worked her way back up my body kissing me; allowing me to taste my own juices. NiQue had settled her middle over my leg and I could feel her wetness and it turned me on. She began to move up and down and back and forth on my thick thighs. I could feel how wet she was and wanted to help make her cum. She dismounted my legs and ordered me to turn over. I did as she said and she settled on top of my ass and began to ride until she yelped with pleasure. She grinded on me while she slid her slick fingers in and out of my moist pussy. I was rolling my hips around to meet her thrusts when she started to shake as she came all over my rotund booty.

  NiQue climbed off of me panting, then rolled over on her side right behind me. I knew what we had done had crossed the line, but I didn’t give a fuck because it felt great. I laid there feeling NiQue working her fingers in and out of my pussy until I came again and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 17

  420 Friendly Radio

  Oxon Hill, MD

  I woke the next morning to my cell phone vibrating across the dresser. I looked for NiQue, but she obviously had left. I rolled out of the bed and grabbed my phone. I had missed three messages. One of the messages came from Corrine informing me that she needed to hook up with me. I knew that was a money move. The next message was from NiQue that simply said, “Our lil’ secret.” I erased that message and tried to shake what had happened the night before from my mind. I knew a line had been crossed. The last message was from an unknown number. It just stated that I needed to call the number back. My head was throbbing slightly from the Ciroc, so I knew it was going to be a long day. I waited on calling the number back. I showered, dressed, and made my way down the hall towards the staircase when I saw that Neko’s door was ajar, and he was in his room alone for once. Curious to what was going on with him, I pushed the door open further and walked in.

  “Damn you don’t knock no more shawty?” Neko said, grinning when he saw me.

  I flopped on the bed and just stared at my brother like he was an alien. He had changed so much since the first day I had met him. He had grown a few inches taller, and I could tell he had much more bass in his voice from when he first moved in. He was becoming a man. Worse than that, he had a taste for the street life and it wouldn’t let him go.

  “What’s your plan for the day? Which chick you hooking up with?” I asked.

  “Damn, nobody! I was gonna probably hit the mall with NiQue. She said she wanted to find some new shoes. I saw some fly ass Jordans that I got to get. Neko said.

  “Since when did you and NiQue get so close that you are hanging and shopping and shit?”

  “Ain’t she like family to you? Why can’t she be like family to me?” I thought about it and felt guilty. I felt guilty for half ass accusing my brother of sleeping with my best friend who I had fucked the night before. “I ain’t tripping; she is family. I was just wondering how you got to be so close. I barely see her these days.” I said trying to play it off.

  “Naw, she come by every now and again. We smoke and talk.” He said.

  “Have you seen Daddy? I saw him last week and then that was it.” I asked him.

  “He and Oscar have been h
anging real close. They have been talking about a lot of business and how Pops got some trouble with some folks.” He said nonchalantly. My heart started pounding and I could feel my palms getting clammy. It felt like someone had cut off my air supply.

  “So, when was someone going to tell me some shit was happening? What kind of trouble? Trouble with who? Why hasn’t anybody said anything to me?” I asked.

  “I got this around here!” Neko said.

  He lifted the plain white tee he was wearing and exposed the butt of a gun. I couldn’t tell what kind it was, and it didn’t matter either.

  “What the fuck are you doing with that?”

  He let his shirt fall back over his waistband and walked to me.

  “YaYa, it’s real out here. Pops got some shit going on and he ain’t talking about it. You know he ain’t going to tell me anyway. You’re running around here smoking niggas in parking garages and you bugging because I got a pistol? Come on! Get the fuck out of here with that! I mean you really thought I was going to sit around and wait for niggas to come for one of ya’ll without going out without a fight?” He shook his head and stopped moving towards me. “Look, YaYa you ain’t the only one around here that can put a nigga on his back. All I am saying is, I got it for protection.” He explained.

  I didn’t even want to hear any more. I just wanted to go and make arrangements for my brother and father to leave the area. I started to walk out of Neko’s room without saying a word about what I was doing or where I was going. I turned to face him and simply told him to pack his shit because we were going to be gone by morning. He didn’t say a word back. He just looked at me like he wasn’t really trying to hear what I was saying. He didn’t know I would force his ass out by gunpoint if I had to.