Around the Way Girls 9

by Moore, Ms. Michel

  No excuses. Why you hit me up to bullshit? Come thru, Wally’s text read.

  “Nique, wake up a sec. I’m about to meet up with Wally so I’ll be back.” I didn’t get much of a response from her as she groggily rolled over getting more comfortable. I shrugged my shoulders walking out. Her mood would improve once she realized things were in motion with Wally.

  After I let him know I’d be on my way in a few, I got prepared for what might go down. Even though this wasn’t planned to be a sex thing, if needed I had to manipulate him with pussy. Rummaging through my panty drawer for a cute set to wear, I then headed to the bathroom to wash the monkey extra good with Summer’s Eve. Nothing turned a guy off more than fishy-smelling coochie so I needed it extra fresh if he went to lick the cat. Not putting too much emphasis on my attire, I slid on a pair of too-tight leggings that accentuated my plump behind with a wife beater and jean jacket. After I laced up my retro Jays and grabbed my car keys, I was out the door. I’d have much rather been on my way to get dicked down by Mike but from the looks of his feed, I was still an afterthought. I couldn’t wait to question him about that light, bright broad. Maybe Nique was right after all.

  “Yeah, Wally, open the door,” I shouted up to him as I arrived at his four-family flat. I wasn’t in the mood for long, drawn-out procrastination ’cause I had to put my cards on the table.

  “What up, girl, hit this purple. Ain’t no nigga in town got weed hitting like this.” He eagerly grinned as I walked in the door. The aroma in the air made my eyes tear up. It could only be described as downright stomach curdling. Wally was the type of dude you’d describe as foul to his very soul. Dude smelled like he took a long bath in straight vodka with no chaser in addition to at least a whole pack of stale Newport cigarettes. Ugh. You can tell his ass been trapping.

  “Oh shit.” I choked and coughed, feeling my lungs expand as they filled up with the potent Purp that had Wally’s eyes bloodshot. My body instantly felt stuck. The only good thing was that I wasn’t feeling nerved about cutting into him about doing business. Coughing hysterically, surely waking one of three attached-unit neighbors, no doubt his product was indeed fire. I passed it back, not even needing a second puff. It was too strong for my blood. Besides, it was time for me to talk business and get out of here.

  “Naw, girl, don’t tell me that you’re a rookie out here.” He laughed loudly. “Got you over here choking out and shit.” Animated, Wally imitated the face I made once tasting his purple power.

  “Boy, stop it. You already know ain’t nothing about C-Money rookie.” I was playing it off. His one hit had me on cloud nine. Me and Nique could make a killing easily off this killer Mary Jane.

  “Damn, your legs looking tight right in those leggings, ma.” Wally paid me a hood compliment as I leaned back onto the couch. I knew I didn’t want to lead him on but the buzz had me feeling heavy.

  “Thanks, boss. You got the whole building smelling nasty with your eyes hung low.” I smirked and slid closer beside him on the cracked leather couch. I hadn’t come for a sex session but my pussy was starting to tingle needing some attention. The game plan had just been changed. I didn’t know if this was Wally’s game plan or not but I was all in. I was about to smoke this nigga’s shit, fuck him extra good, get some weight and be back home in no time. The new blueprint had just been set.

  “You already know how I do, girl. So what’s up? Chop it up with a nigga.”

  “Me and Nique trying to get a zip. We can lock up our hood with that strong shit you’re puffing on.” I stared at him dead on in all seriousness trying to read what he was thinking before the reply left his mouth.

  “Straight? You and ol’ girl trying to take me and my game over, with me leading y’all straight to the honey pot huh?” He tapped the ash from the rolled Mary Jane blunt into an empty beer bottle and got up stretching and blowing the strong thick smoke into the air. “I don’t know about all that.” Wally’s jaw line had tightened, which meant he was in deep thought.

  “Don’t cut into me like that. You already know I ain’t into no shady biz when it comes to you. We hold each other down.” I refused to give up without a good fight. “You have to give me credit for at least that.” It was then that I started to talk a little more seductively.

  “Yeah, I hold your ass down after you come up out of those panties.” He winked, passing the blunt back. “So what will I get out of this deal?”

  I decided to work my magic, taking off my clothes leaving just my thong and bra on. Wally, with his criminally ugly ass, was like a mouse on cheese as his hands moved up and down my curves as his dick grew in size. He wasn’t the best I’d had but truth be told he wasn’t the worst. And since Mike was on a hiatus with the mystery girl, I owed him a payback nut. I took a sip of Wally’s purple then took a few more puffs of his product. There was no turning back.

  I bounced my ass up and down on his thick black dick as he fucked me like an inmate fresh out the joint making me bust nuts all over his living room couch. I kept picturing that girl on Mike’s arm and it made me grind harder on Wally. This had become more than me working on a percentage off a zip. It was making me feel slightly better. Even with a condom on, Wally pulled out when he came. That didn’t make me feel no type of way ’cause I wasn’t the mothering type. After we both got our clothes back on, he smacked me on the ass and told me to holla at him when we were out. I didn’t question him or take my time getting out of the family flat. I knew I didn’t have kryptonite in my pussy even though I bounced my ass like my life depended on it. Doing grams on consignment was common in trustworthy relationships. What was odd was that we hadn’t even discussed the terms on this deal. That had even my swindle-minded-ass confused.

  Oh well! I’ll tell Nique he couldn’t take a loss and charged me for the whole zip. That way, I can keep her half of the money in my pocket. ’Cause, don’t get me wrong, she was my girl, but she hadn’t just been bust wide open either.

  Once back at home I found Nique was up and halfway out of her funk, trying to find something to wear for the party. I set the Ziploc bag and scale onto her dresser then immediately made a dash for the shower. Wally had put the pipe down, giving him credit, but I wanted his scent off of me. Before getting into the shower for a complete redo, I tracked my packages from UPS to assure they were on their way. I had to make sure the ball was rolling from each end. “So, how are we going to split the money?” Nique asked, throwing a few outfits onto the bed for me to look through for my opinion.

  “How about we pay DTE first so our lights and gas services aren’t shut off, then we split everything else we make evenly down the middle.”

  “Yeah, that’s a good idea. We need Mr. Goldstein to work there,” Nique joked, but I agreed with her. We’d be set straight for life.

  “Me and Wally still gotta talk about the re-up situation so let’s just deal with profiting on this zip. This is just a trial so if we do good with this then there’s more to come.”

  “How much did this zip cost?”

  I was quick on my feet deciding to charge her for “back minutes” since I had to put my pussy on the line to get us product in the first place. “Two hundred fifty dollars; he couldn’t take a loss giving me a percentage off,” I lied. There was no way of her knowing otherwise so that was the story I was going to rock with.

  “Damn, Cori, he charged you the whole ticket? I thought for sure he’d come down a bit since y’all got down.” She went into her nightstand drawer and started counting out the quote.

  “Yeah, I’m just as surprised as you because I put my all into that dick. But you know how stingy niggas get when it comes to their chedda.”

  “Well, trick, you better try harder next time so we can keep more cash in our pocket. God gave us vaginas for a reason.” She handed me the money then went back to searching for something to wear.

  “No doubt or we can just make it a threesome next time. God also made me who love vaginas.” I tossed the idea of me not doing all the work on
to the floor. And by the change in her facial expression, I thought she got the hint.

  Chapter Seven

  Corielle

  “Come on, Cori, let’s be out.”

  “No doubt, here I come.” Once I made sure the makeup I’d stolen earlier was flawlessly laid onto my honey brown skin, I slid on my earrings, bracelet, and imitation Rolex before meeting her walking out of the front door. We’d already bagged up a few grams to slip sale to a few people at the party so we’d always be making money. The truce has always been made for us not to smoke up our entire supply.

  Mike owned more than a couple of houses in the neighborhood. A few were occupied by small low-income families he allowed to stay rent free, no upkeep included but reinforced, and others were reserved for his drug cook-ups, transactions, or like tonight’s gambling party. He made money and spent money in the hood. But when it came to calling it a night and laying his head down, he drove more than forty-five minutes outside of the city knowing the D was too gritty for even a hustler of his caliber. I’d only been there twice.

  Even though me and Nique walked the few blocks to the party, we had no intentions of getting back home the same way. I didn’t know what my girl had up her sleeve for slick Vic, who I hadn’t seen around the house lately, but I was planning on throwing it so heavy on Mike that he wouldn’t let me out of his sight. That was my game plan and I was sticking to it. Dressed in a blue sleeveless crop top, stonewashed high-waist jeans, and matching blue studded sandals, everything about my style tonight was cute and simple. Nique had revamped both of our hairstyles so let me tell you I was rocking the hell out of this jet-black layered bob. Looking over at my girl, we both had our A games on. Neither one of us had a worry . . . well, from the looks of it. Nique was rocking a pair of galaxy leggings, magenta crop top, jean vest, and custom studded Chucks. I loved her punk rock look and the fact she could truly pull it off.

  The block was crowded. Everyone was out in numbers trying to floss and be seen. Old-school Monte Carlos, Grand Prix, and Cutlass classics decked out with rims, TVs, and custom paint jobs were lined up the street like a car show was going on. Wasn’t nothing like a black man being boss. Mike knew a lot of cats getting money in the streets, east and west, and tonight it seemed like they were all in attendance. Switching up on the porch so I could clearly peep the scene, I was looking for Mike’s truck but a cherry red Benz stood out amid all the outdated revamped vehicles. Damn, somebody in here working with a big bank!

  Inside of the house was no different than outside. As always Mike’s gambling party was shutting even the club down. The speakers were blasting Young Jeezy’s “Lose My Mind” and automatically, I started gigging getting hype. “Been at it all week, time to unwind.” Jeezy’s verses blared out as everyone sang along. I sang, dancing, throwing my hands up letting the crowd know the party had entered the building. I got everyone’s attention, even Mike’s. He gave me a low-key smile and nod and I kept doing my thang knowing he was caught up in watching my body move. “I’m out my mind; I just blew a thousand swisher sweets!” Dudes were starting to flock toward me for dances or to simply feed off of my energy. I was soaking it all up, enjoying even the hating-ass chicks who thought I was trying to pull cards with their men. Caught up in myself and the chase I had going for Moneymaking Mike, their lowball niggas weren’t on my mind at all, not one bit.

  “Let’s grab a table so we can get to work. I’m seeing money drizzling all over the place,” Ta’Nique screamed over the music then snatched at my arm leading the way.

  Mike was watching everything go down. I blew a kiss and winked at him letting him know he was heavy on my mind. The party was slapping. For a neighborhood festivity, no one came slacking without a bottle or bag of Kush to contribute. Cups were overflowing, blunts were in full rotation, and guys pulling out large rubber banded wads of cash to bet against the next man in an attempt to triple their pockets’ worth were all over the place. Me and Nique worked the crowd as usual. It was a lot of people who needed their bills paid, hookups on gift cards, or my daily moneymaker: no-fault insurance certificates. People who knew us for getting down with every hood scheme connected us with more people who wanted the luxury of scamming the system. Word of mouth went a long way with the type of business we were in; and since our hookups always worked, people didn’t have a problem highly referring us. I’d passed out my minute cell phone number to over twenty people in twenty minutes. Business was about to be major and I was more than ready.

  Never losing eyes with my main focus, I watched Mike’s every movement with a keen eye. Standing firm in his Jordan Retro ’89s, denim Levi shorts, and matching green glow Nike shirt, I loved everything about his style and swagger. My wannabe wife eye was lurking. You couldn’t tell me this sexy brown man wasn’t mine. He had juicy lips, deep dimples, and a killer smile. My panties were getting moist just looking at him. Up from the table now cleaning up in a dice game, he was scooping piles of money off the floor, ripping niggas a new asshole with his pop off the wall technique. Yeah, baby, get that chedda. I was his number one fan.

  “I peep you all up Mike’s ass and all, but can you get your head in the game to get this bread?” Nique was annoyed but it wasn’t because of me. I might’ve been watching Vic and his entourage of groupies staring hard, but Vic ignoring Nique stood out amid everything else. Her secret wasn’t safe. Actually, it had been exposed.

  As I continued to sip from my own personal bottle of Coca-Cola mixed with Hennessy, the liquor had me feeling myself. I turned back to the game, tossing out my play, winning the book. “And I peep Vic.” Blast for blast. If she wanted to call me out for Mike, she had hers coming of course.

  Tossing her own cards onto the table, she automatically lost the game, costing us the twenty dollars it took to sit down. “Yup, you’re right, Cori, and he ain’t shit.” Marching straight over to Vic, my girl was like a Tasmanian devil going nuts on him. Pushing him into the pool table, exaggerating each point with her hands, yelling and crying; I didn’t know what was up between them but that was my best friend cue to get my girl up out of here or at least from causing any more of a scene. Usually we stayed out of each other’s personal affairs, but Vic was playing her mad low by shaking his head no, giving her the dumb boy expression. He had no reply to her rants and to me he seemed colder when she fell to her knees in tears. Vic was an antagonist who got off on Nique being weak for him obviously.

  “Whoa, get the fuck up, Ta’Nique. This ain’t even about to go down like this.” Mike got to his cousin before I did and roughly snatched her up by the arm.

  I put more fire under my feet wanting to be close to him and I jogged over letting Nique know I had her back, too. “You okay?” I whispered.

  “Naw, I ain’t okay,” she yelled. “I hope you die in your sleep for what you said to me, Vic.”

  A hush fell over the room. Those who weren’t aware of the yelling match between them were definitely on alert now.

  “Let’s go, babe. Whatever he did, fuck him. Let’s just go so you can get yourself together.” I was trying to be a good friend. Plus I didn’t want her to make more of a fool of herself than she’d already done.

  “Yeah, cuz, g’on and cool out. This clown was about to bounce out of here anyway.” Mike grimed Vic up and down letting him know his pocket money and presence was no longer necessary or wanted. It was family over foe this way.

  “Yo, Mike man, your cuz is crazy tripping on some other shit. I’m trying to flip these dollars.” Pulling out a wad of bills, Vic was stunting hard, or at least trying to.

  “Go ahead and drizzle on us you ol’ broke-ass bum,” Nique shouted with bitterness. “Still staying in ya mom’s basement with a house full of lowlife–ass nigga.” Each word she shouted was laced with venom and hate. My girl was going hard in the paint.

  “That’s why you trying to trap me huh? Get the fuck up out my face, li’l girl,” Vic spat, shooing Nique away with his wad.

  Single dollar bills flew everywhere as Niq
ue knocked his money from his hands. “You ain’t working with shit,” she screamed, twisting her lips up giving him much attitude.

  “You ol’ thirsty, nothing-having-ass trick.” Vic degraded her and me too with each low-down word. Within a blink of the eye, he grabbed Nique by the throat and leaned her across the pool table. From the look of it, he was attempting to choke the life out of my best friend in front of everywhere here. Letting go but still leaning his weight over her, his cold, callous threats could be heard clearly. “Like I said, I’ll abort the bastard myself.”

  Wow, what? Pregnant? My girl was holding out on telling me? I hope she ain’t planning on keeping his kid.

  “Hey, man, get your hands the fuck up off my cuz.” Mike yoked Vic up from on top of Nique with one swift motion. “Get up out my spot, dude; I ain’t even trying to repeat myself.” By now Mike’s goons had popped up ready to reinforce anything he was demanding. He worked efficiently alone but his team was always willing to step in to handle his light work.

  “Shit, bro, fuck ya cuz with her dehydrated rat ass. I should’ve worn a rubber,” Vic spat, looking Nique directly in the eyes. I saw her feelings go numb. Ol’ boy was doing too much.

  Mike’s eyes widened as they looked from me, to Nique, to Vic acting cocky. “You doing some real big shit talking for me to already have dismissed ya ass.” I could tell it was about to be trouble. Mike landed his fist directly into Vic’s nose twice, completely catching him off-guard. “Get this chump-ass nigga the fuck up out of here.”

  Screaming threats as they dragged him out, Vic made sure he let Nique know she’d see him again. She stared at him with tears in her eyes but trying to play the big girl role. The party was starting to continue as the crowd moved on. Arguments around here happened twenty-four-seven. Everyone was a prime candidate for World Star.