My Baby Is a West Coast King

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Oh my gosh, yes! Please!”

  Was I dreaming? Don’t sound too desperate, Laine.

  “When would you be available?”

  “As soon as possible.”

  “Soon like soon like in a week? Or soon as in a month?”

  “Like a damn red eye tonight!” I joked, making him laugh. His voice sounded sexy, but he wasn’t that cute to me. Not to mention he appeared to be short as hell. “But no, I think a week is all I need.”

  “Aight well, I’m gonna get you a ticket and send the info to your email. I can’t wait to meet you in person, Ms. Laine.”

  “Me either, Jude.”

  As soon as we disconnected, I screeched in excitement. I then sent him my email address, and immediately started shoving clothes, bras, and underwear into my suitcase. I knew it was too early to start packing, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t leave anything important. I wished my flight was tonight instead of in a week, but shit, at least I was getting out of here for a little bit.

  After filling up one duffel bag, I decided to go talk to my grandma to let her know the news. I found her in her room, eating whatever she’d cooked, so I shut the door and smiled.

  “Want me to make you a plate?” she was about to get up but I stopped her.

  “No, no, I’m fine. I just wanted to talk to you because I’m gonna be leaving soon, to California.”

  “California? Laine, how? Why?” she frowned.

  “I got a great opportunity in front of me for modeling. I mean it’s not set in stone, but I’m hoping once I get there it will be. This is good for me, Ma.”

  She just looked at me, while breathing slowly.

  “You’ve always been so ambitious like this. I can’t even be surprised that you’ve found some way to get out of here, Laine. When do you leave?”

  “In a week. I’m gonna be working with this club promoting group named, The Models. It’s just gonna be a stepping stone. I’ve seen a few of the girls go really far after being a part of it.”

  “Well I guess we need to celebrate and go to dinner or something—”

  “No, Ma. It’s okay. Just promise to take care of yourself while I’m away. I will call and check on you while I’m gone and let you know if I’m staying.”

  She didn’t have the money to take me out.

  “Okay. Just promise to be careful while you’re there, Laine.”

  “Promise.”

  We hugged, and I just held her tightly, inhaling the scent of the Blue Magic grease that she always used.

  When I was done talking to my grandmother, I went back to my bedroom to look at my phone, and saw Jude had sent my itinerary. My flight was set to leave at 7am next Thursday, later than I wanted, but it was good enough. I sat down on my bed with a smile plastered on my face. I just knew I was gonna make it, and it was just the damn start. Finally, some shit was starting to pop.

  Shai “Mischief” Benjamin

  Killa California…

  I sat at the soundboard inside of the studio I always worked in, bobbing my head to one of the female artist’s songs that I’d been working on. Her voice was like butter, and I could honestly listen to the shit all day. I usually only made Hip Hop beats, but I was starting to branch out into the R&B world, just because it was money over there too.

  It was crazy how I was finally starting to come up out here in Los Angeles, because when I first started out, niggas didn’t want to fuck with my shit because I was a nobody… in the music world that is. They didn’t care that my shit actually sounded good.

  I didn’t give up though, and finally niggas were starting to pay attention to me. I wasn’t some big named producer like Dr. Dre or Timbaland just yet, but I was on my fucking way, and I was gonna be the King of more than just the West Coast for sure. Right now, California was my shit, but I needed muthafuckas all the way over in Rhode Island to know me.

  I just had to leave the hood in me behind, because I didn’t want to be one of them muthafuckas who made it, and then ended up in jail with a life sentence. I had a temper on me, and if you did some shit I didn’t like, I had no problem breaking my foot off in yo’ ass to teach you a fucking lesson. I knew that was no way to be in Hollywood, but being a young nigga from Compton, it was what I grew up around.

  “Perfect, baby,” I smiled at the singer Mendi once the beat faded out.

  She cheesed, pulling the headphones off and then sauntered out. I let my eyes dance all over her sexy ass body as she neared, to sit down in the chair next to me. She had ass, titties, a pretty ass face, deep chocolate skin, and long ass hair. Not to mention that with all that damn body, her stomach was on flat flat. There was nothing like a thick bitch that stayed in shape. And if Mendi wanted to come up in music, she had to look good anyway. People hated to say it, but it wasn’t about talent anymore in the industry, it was about who looked the best.

  “You are so talented, Mischief.” She touched my knee, caressing it. “I want you to do my whole EP for me.”

  “Long as you got the bread, baby girl, I can do that.”

  I wasn’t balling off my music, but I was doing okay, nowhere near how well I wanted to be. Therefore, I wasn’t doing shit for free. That was how I started, and after getting played a couple of times, I realized that my shit deserved to be paid for. I didn’t care how much I liked you or how way back we went, if you didn’t have the right amount of dough, I wasn’t working with you. This was my livelihood.

  “Yeah, we can be a team like Aaliyah and Timbaland,” she smiled, biting her lip and looking into my eyes lustfully.

  I knew what she wanted, because she always gave me that look, letting me know she wanted some dick. I didn’t like mixing business with pleasure, and I never had a problem until I started doing beats for female singers. It’s like they all dreamed of fucking a producer, no matter what stage in his career he was at. I didn’t even have to say shit, they’d just hand the pussy to me on a platter. But aye, I wasn’t complaining; as long as they knew I was just about that fuck buddy life, then we were good. Wasn’t no bitch about to be locking me down, especially not while my career wasn’t where I wanted it to be. I was locally famous, I guess, but I needed to get worldwide fame with this shit. And with a woman nagging me all day, I couldn’t do that. Not to mention my fuse was shorter than Gary Coleman, so I’d fuck around and murk a bitch if she got on my nerves too much.

  Besides the fact that music was my priority, I felt like no woman would understand the time and energy that I needed to put into my music. I was already twenty-three years old, and if I didn’t make it by the time I turned twenty-five, I would feel like a fucking failure. Maybe if I met a girl that understood the importance of my craft, then I’d see what was up, but for right now, all that love shit would have to wait until after I was on. For now, all I wanted was a nut and nothing more.

  “Well let me play the track back for you. If you like it, I will go ahead and start mixing. I want to have it to where you like it before I do that, because if you fuck with it before I add that sparkle, you’re gonna really fall in love after I mix and master.”

  “I’m sure I will love it. I love everything you do.” She scooted closer to me as I started the track.

  We both bobbed our heads to the music, smiling at one another here and there. She then stood up and began moving her body, purposely giving me a show. Tucking my lips in, I admired every crevice of her, hoping that she only wanted dick from me and nothing else.

  “Well?” I asked once the song was over.

  “Told you I would love it,” she whispered, straddling me and attempting to peck me. I moved away coolly, and then made eye contact with her, letting her know it wasn’t that type of party. If she would give the pussy up to me this quickly, what the fuck would make her think I’d let her put that mouth on mine? On top of that, she had a boyfriend who I’m sure she was kissing on. And muthafuckas say I’m crazy.

  I immediately pushed Mendi’s shirt up over her head. While sucking on her neck, I unhooked her b
ra to release her nice ass titties. I sucked her nipples hungrily, while holding them in my hands as she grinded in my lap, turning my dick into a brick damn near.

  “Handle that,” I tapped her thick thigh.

  She dropped down to the floor and unbuckled my jeans, revealing my dick. Sucking on the tip, she got her mouth nice and wet before easing the rest of me into her mouth. The way she deep throated my monster had me wondering if it would damage her damn tonsils and vocal chords, but right now a nigga didn’t care. And shit, clearly, she didn’t either.

  “Fuck,” I grumbled when she gagged on it.

  She kept slurping me up, with her hand down in her pants, playing in her pussy, and that shit had a nigga on one. I tell you, the life of a producer was great when you had access to unlimited female artist pussy. They stayed throwing that shit at me, and I stayed catching it like I was muthafucking Jackie Robinson in this bitch.

  Spilling my seeds down her throat, I yanked her up and forced her tights down her thick hips. I smacked her nice round ass, and watched it jiggle. She wore no panties here, so she already knew the deal from jump.

  Rolling a condom down my dick, I slid her onto it, and watched her bounce in my lap. This shit was a sight to see, so I just leaned back in my chair and watched. Seeing her titties bouncing and her pussy going up and down my rod was the shit. She was so wet that she had my pole glistening already.

  “Fuck, Mischief,” she screeched, gripping my shoulder and scrunching her face up. “I’m gonna cum, ahh, I’m gonna cum,” she whined, as I held her hips and drilled the fuck out of her.

  She had some fire between her legs, no doubt. I wasn’t really the moaning type though, unless it was hella good, so I was still quiet.

  Just as she cupped her breasts, she came on my dick and I filled the condom up. I rubbed her smooth thighs as she panted heavily, attempting to catch her breath.

  “Aye Misch— aww fuck,” my older brother Chaz walked in, prompting Mendi to hop off of my dick and run into the side bathroom. “Don’t hide now, baby girl! Aye, can I hit too?” Chaz joked with her as I stood up, stuffing myself back into my boxers and holding my jeans up.

  “Leave her alone, man,” I laughed, going into the bathroom where Mendi was so I could get rid of the condom and wipe my dick.

  I walked into the bathroom to see Mendi panicking.

  “Oh my gosh,” she whimpered as she wiped between her legs and started redressing.

  “Relax, Chaz is cool.” I started cleaning my dick.

  “I don’t want people thinking I fuck for tracks, Mischief.”

  “I said to fucking chill. Chaz don’t give a fuck about what you do, he ain’t no gossiping ass nigga anyway.”

  I was feeling my temper rise.

  She hesitantly nodded and then smiled at me as I washed my hands. She joined me, and then I kissed her cheek before I gripped the handle on the door.

  “I’m gonna leave Des,” she blurted as I was about to walk out of the bathroom.

  Des was her boyfriend, a banger from my area in Compton. Interesting enough, he was close with a lot of my family since we were affiliated with the same gang, but being cool with them didn’t mean he was cool with me.

  Mendi and Des were the typical good girl and bad boy relationship, and she’d expressed how badly she wanted to be done with his ass because of his roughneck ways. I’d like to think I was better than him when it came to that shit, but to be perfectly honest, I was just as bad. I didn’t bang as hard as I used to, but I was for real still in the mix.

  “Don’t,” I finally replied before pressing on out of the small bathroom within the studio.

  Mendi was aight but what we had wasn’t even all that deep. Shit was shallow as fuck if you asked me. I made her records, she paid me for them, and I got some pussy on the side; didn’t sound like a relationship to me, and it would never become one either.

  “Des know you smashing his girl?” Chaz grinned, sparking up the blunt in his hand as I sat next to him on the couch.

  “Nah—”

  We both looked up as Mendi walked out the bathroom with a somber ass expression. She grabbed her purse, and then stormed out all dramatically as if a nigga gave a fuck. One thing she would learn, was that I didn’t give a fuck about shit that wasn’t my family or my damn music. Mendi had better accept what I was giving her, or get nothing at all. I ain’t have time to play around with these emotional ass hoes. If they wanted a nigga that would console them in their times of need, Mischief wasn’t the one.

  “Nah, he don’t know, but I couldn’t care less if he did. He knows better than to step to me about it so I’m good. He better get his girl though, if he wants it to stop, because as long as she’s busting it open, I’m gonna keep breaking her ass off.”

  Like I said before, I needed to distance myself from the hood, but I had yet to, and niggas knew that. Furthermore, they knew not to come at me with bullshit. I grew up with a family full of gangbangers and drug dealers. Even now, all the men in my family were either selling drugs, or still banging.

  My father is a big-time dope dealer named Mel Benjamin, and my uncles are OG thugs. Although my parents moved from the hood to keep my brothers and I out of gangs, I still ended up getting put on to Piru. I killed and robbed with them niggas, and fought alongside them for most of my life, so they were like my family by now.

  My father wanted my brothers Kordell, Chaz, and I to inherit his drug empire, but we all had dreams of being in music. My brothers were in a music group named the Hunnit Boyz, and like me, they were working their way up; we were like a team. My dad was still hoping to convince one of us to get down, but it wasn’t happening. I wanted to be known for my music, and not for how many niggas I killed or knocked the fuck out, even though that was currently part of my Los Angeles claim to fame. Adding full time drug selling to that shit wouldn’t help one bit.

  “Nigga, I swear, one of these bitches are gonna cut your dick off,” Chaz pulled me from my thoughts.

  “And I’m gonna give her ass a hysterectomy,” I replied, making him laugh and choke on the smoke he’d inhaled.

  I wasn’t a ladies’ man per se, I just got my dick wet when I felt like it. My little brother, Kordell, was more of the player one. As for Chaz, he was the type that craved monogamy. He always had a girlfriend, and if they broke up, he’d have a new one less than a month later. He was only twenty-five years old and already married, which was some shit I never saw in my damn future. His wife, Jade, I didn’t really care too much for because she seemed sneaky, but my brother loved her ass, so I kept quiet. As long as she didn’t do him dirty, she and I would be good. But I could read people, and something was telling me that she wasn’t what she claimed.

  “You’re crazy as fuck,” Chaz chuckled, still slightly choking before taking another pull.

  “As a dog in a hubcap factory,” we laughed in unison. “Have y’all decided when y’all wanna start recording?” I quizzed, referring to he and my little brother Kordell.

  “Yeah, I talked to Kordell, and this weekend is good. You working with Cardio all week, right?” He looked to me.

  “Yeah, and I got these girls coming in.”

  “Getting that bread.”

  “I’m sure and the fuck trying to,” I nodded, firing up a blunt of my own.

  Laine

  I was freshly showered, brushing my teeth with the bathroom door locked. I felt like I was in jail with the way I had to protect myself from my Uncle Ernie. Just the way he looked at me made me feel disgusting, and every day I feared he would be successful in raping me. Then what could I do? I mean my grandmother wasn’t strong enough to help me, and yes, I could report it to the police, but I would still be damaged mentally. I had gone through enough, and being raped just wasn’t something I could handle.

  I cringed at the thought of sex as of late. Ever since Tarik gave me chlamydia, sex seemed like the nastiest thing in the world. He swore he got it from getting his dick sucked and not fucking, but I didn’t believe
that for a minute. And either way, he cheated on me, so I was done. The situation had me paranoid, so even though I wouldn’t be sleeping with him anymore, I was gonna get tested for everything under the sun every six months still.

  I got one earlier today at my doctor to make sure the chlamydia was gone, and then took another at a clinic nearby before making it home just to be sure. I would no longer trust these niggas with my body, and since it was my moneymaker I needed to make sure I stayed healthy from the inside out.

  Spitting out my mouthwash, I got dressed, before stuffing my towels into the dirty clothes hamper. I exited the bathroom, tying my hair up, and saw my uncle smirking at me while grabbing on his crotch. Blowing a kiss at me, he nodded for me to come sit next to him as if I actually would. He had the game twisted and fucked up if he thought I was gonna willingly fuck him.

  “Disgusting,” I mumbled, going into my bedroom, closing and locking the door.

  BZZZ! BZZ!

  I looked down at my buzzing phone to see Tarik had texted me again. He hadn’t let up since the day I left his home a few days ago, but I was done with him. I wasn’t the type of girl who took niggas back; just wasn’t me. I had too much pride for that shit. I was good to Tarik and he hurt me in the worst way, so there was nothing he could say.

  Tarik: Laine, I’m sorry. I just got some head, I swear I didn’t fuck her.

  Tarik: I love you, Laine. I promise I was drunk, and it won’t happen again.

  I just sucked my teeth and tossed my phone back onto my bed.

  As I made my way to the bathroom to hurry up and get clean, I couldn’t help but think about how I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of here. I was over my lowball model career, these nasty ass niggas, and old men in my life trying to fuck me. I just had to thank God that so far, they hadn’t been successful in breaking me down.

  Just a few more days, I told myself.

  ***

  Moving day… 4:55am Thursday morning…