by Anna J.
I missed my mom. Every day I wondered what my life would have been like had she not gotten hooked on drugs and later contracted AIDS. Would I have had a loving family where I was invited to my cousin’s birthday parties, or had parties of my own? I couldn’t remember one time receiving a hug from my mom or dad, or either one of them telling me they loved me. I had vague memories of my mother’s mom, and even that memory wasn’t a pleasant one. I blocked out a lot of my earlier years, so even if one of my family members walked up and slapped me in the face, I wouldn’t know who they were.
I often dreamed about running away, but where would I go? Anywhere would be better than here, but I wasn’t so sure sometimes when I saw the nightly news and heard the stories of kids in foster care. The world just seemed full of bad people, so I figured I’d be better off dealing with Vince. At least with him I knew what and whom I was dealing with.
Right now, I had to finish bagging up these tops so that I could go to sleep. I assumed Vince was out for the night, and most times, if I was already in bed, he would let me be; other times, he would invade my body. I wasn’t sure what tonight would bring, but like so many others, I just wanted to make it to the morning.
Bunz B
Honey Bunz
“I’ma need you to hold your fuckin’ head steady and stop all that gagging. You fuckin’ up my flow. Shit, didn’t you say you was a pro at this shit?”
I had this young trick over here sucking my dick for the past half hour, and I just couldn’t bust this nut. She was a little younger than I like, but she’d been sweatin’ me for a minute, so I decided to take the plunge and let her rock the mic, and that was the biggest mistake I ever made. I was just gonna let her give me some head and roll, but I was gonna have to beat the guts up anyway if we were ever going to get anywhere with this. I felt almost bad even thinking about it because she couldn’t be no more than seventeen, but she came up in here on some grown woman shit, so I was definitely going to let her cash that check her young ass wrote out.
Her face looked like she was in pain, and I know her jaws had to be stiff as shit by now, ’cause your boy working with some shit. I had a tight grip on her weave, to keep her head from moving too much while I fucked her mouth like I was beatin’ the pussy up. She looked like she was two strokes from throwing up, but she knew better. I was going to get that nut if it was the last thing I did that day.
In all honesty, the real reason why I couldn’t concentrate was because I had too many niggas on my head trying to settle beef, and I didn’t really have the manpower to handle it all. After that popcorn-ass robbery Street and I did back in ’98, it was some bullshit ever since. I mean, shit, it was 2003. When was niggas gonna let bygones be bygones?
I chanced a glance down, trying to decide what position I was going to put her in first. If her teeth scraped against my dick one more time, though, it was going to be a problem, so I decided to let her up before shit got intense.
“Strip naked and get on the floor,” I said to her after I pulled my dick from her lips and let go of her head. She looked relieved as she got up to do what I said. Little did she know she would wish I had bust that good nut in her mouth, because I was going to have to put it in her ass.
Taking a good look at her body, I noticed right away that she had it going on for her to be so young and tender. Her breasts sat up nice and perky, and were more than a handful. Her stomach was flat, and her sides curved out like a Coca-Cola bottle. When she turned around and bent over to pull her pants down, I saw that her ass was huge and looked soft and fluffy. My dick was as hard as Chinese algebra, and I knew I was about to tear some shit up.
She lay down on the floor, looking like she was ready for me, but what she didn’t know was she’d probably be getting up with more than just a wet pussy. I fucked all bitches raw, so there was no telling what I had going on; but if she didn’t inquire, I wasn’t telling. She had a smile on her face at the moment, but all that would be changing momentarily.
I got down on the floor with her and flipped her ass right over, pulling her ass up in the air doggy style so that I could dive right in. This simple bitch was moanin’ and playing with her clit like she couldn’t wait for me to get in. Working up a gob of spit, I hawk-spitted on the crack of her ass, and she jumped when it landed and rolled down her ass crack. She started swerving her hips and pushing her ass further up in the air like I was getting ready to get up in her pussy, but I grabbed her hips and held her steady, driving my dick in her asshole real quick, causing her to lose her bowels all over my dick.
She tried to scream, but her voice got caught in her throat as I rammed in and pulled out of her at a rapid speed. There was shit and blood all over both of us, but I wasn’t stopping until I came, and she just had to deal with it. She started screaming, begging me to pull my dick out, but I wasn’t about to do anything like that. She tried to crawl away, but the grip I had on her hair kept her steady—or else she would have pulled all her tracks out, and I doubted she would.
“Omar, please. I can’t take it!” she screamed out, using the fake name I gave her when I met her a while back. I acted like I didn’t understand English while I kept up my pace until the cream started building up on the tip of my dick.
“Shut up, bitch. This what you wanted, ain’t it?”
I sped up my pace, practically killing her simple ass to the point where she couldn’t even scream anymore. She just tried to take it. I was practically putting my balls in her; that’s how hard I was hitting that shit. After a few more pumps, I pulled out and jerked my dick, busting all over her hair and back, and then fell back on the floor to rest my legs.
It took me a minute to get my head on straight, and that’s when I realized she was crying. This bitch was about to fuck my whole day up, and I wasn’t having it.
“Yo, get the fuck up and go wash up. Bring me a hot, soapy rag out when you done.”
She hesitated for a minute, but after I kicked her on the side, she got up and limped to the bathroom. Blood was still trickling out of her ass, but I figured she’d be cool after she washed up. I took a moment to get my head together, and while she was in the shower, I used the sink to wash off the remnants of our activity, because I didn’t feel like waiting for her to get done to bring me a rag. I didn’t have time to take a shower. I had to go back out there and get on that grind.
By the time she came out, I was dressed and ready to go. I threw a couple of dollars on the floor at her feet, but she ignored it and put her clothes back on, walking ahead of me to leave. I noticed blood starting to seep through the jeans she had on, so I ushered her ass out a little faster so that she could get gone. I must have really put a hurting on her ass, literally, so I knew not to expect her around me anymore.
Once we got outside, she went one way and I went the other, so that I could see what was up with my boys for tonight. We had been scoping out this little black-owned convenience store in West Philly for a while that we was thinking about hitting up, and I was trying to convince them to do the shit tonight.
It was run by a Muslim woman. We didn’t really fuck with them niggas because they ran too deep, but I was willing to take the chance just to get this money. I was tired of the stick-up kid bullshit I was doing, and I knew they had enough gwap in that store to set me up for a nice little minute. I could take that money and jet down to Maryland for a while until shit died down. I had a few cousins down there that would put me on for a while.
“So, what time we riding out?” I asked my right hand man, Gary. This nigga stayed high off them damn pills, so I don’t even know how he functioned on a day to day basis, but he always got the job done.
“In a little while. It’s dark now, but the store don’t close till like eleven, so we need to be getting there around that time. We need this to go as smooth as possible, and no killing people tonight, Bunz. We just gonna get the money and jet.”
“Whatever, nigga. You just do what you gotta do.”
We stood around smoking an L for
a while, while I thought about how I was going to ditch this body I had in the trunk of my car. I had the nigga in there for like three days now, and it was bound to start stinking sooner than later, so I had to do something quick. I figured I could get these dudes to help me ditch it after we got done with this robbery, but I couldn’t tell them what was up now, because I knew they would bitch up.
I dipped back to the crib and grabbed my duffle bag so that we could get shit poppin’. I had a shotgun that was sawed off down to the barrel, an AK-47, and about three 9 mm’s that we would use to do the job. I was going to bring the hand grenades I copped from my Puerto Rican friend, Jesus, but I figured we didn’t need all that. Hopefully they would just give up the goods willingly and we would be cool. We had ski masks, and the serial numbers were shaved off the weapons, so as long as no one made any stupid mistakes, we would be good.
“Y’all niggas ready to ride out?” I asked them when I got back up the hill, and in response, they all piled in. Jamel and Kev were in the back, me and Gary in the front, and we moved toward the West Side to make this shit happen.
The weed smoke was so thick in the car that when I pulled up to the light and rolled the window down, a thick cloud of white smoke rushed out the window and toward the sky, clearing all of our vision for a second. I popped like four Xanies to get my mind right, so that by the time we finished up in here, I’d be zoned out.
We was riding to Many Men by the boy 50 Cent that had just come out, and the lyrics to this song hit home like a mutha. Plenty of niggas wanted me dead, but they had to catch me first. It’s hard to grab a man that moves in the shadows. Fuck all of ’em.
I was thinking about all kinds of shit, and although it had been a while, I still owed Joey a visit too. I wouldn’t directly come at him, though. His son looked like he was ready for the streets, and I started when I was about his age, so I would be the perfect person to put him on. Shit, his secret was safe with me, because I knew what he was tryin’a do. He had Vince’s pretty-ass niece on his hip, so I knew he was trying to floss her, and I would make it my business to show him the ropes so that he could make it happen. Fuck Joey. I’d deal with him when the time came.
When we pulled up to the store, I left the car idling across the street at an angle where we could see right in. The only Muslim brother that was in the store rolled out about ten minutes after we pulled up, leaving only two women in the store. I was already on my dip because those pills I took started working faster than they normally did. My head felt heavy as shit, but we had a job to do, so there was no turning back.
“This gonna be easier than I thought,” I said more to myself, drawing a quiet chuckle from the crew. We waited a while longer to make sure he wouldn’t double back and that no one else was watching the store, before we decided to make a move.
“Get y’all shit together, and let’s go in loaded. It’s about time to make that move.”
The crew passed the duffle bag around, each grabbing a gun and a mask before we got out. We wouldn’t pull the masks all the way down until we got into the store, and everyone knew their position, so it was on. We waited until the clock said ten-fifty, then we made our move. They locked the door at exactly eleven, so we had to be swift.
“Okay, men, let’s make this happen.”
We made our way across the street, and I just prayed that everything went right, because we only had one shot, and hopefully we wouldn’t have to kill the witnesses.
Too many dead bodies under my belt kept me from sleeping most nights. I never thought it would happen, but the nightmares happened more often than I liked to admit. And just keeping my back guarded from Joey and Vince was enough to handle without being tired from the night before. Joey was nice with his shit. That’s why I was surprised I was still walking around this joint. That was part of the reason why I hadn’t tackled Vince’s niece yet. I knew if I even stepped sideways to her, my ass was grass.
These Muslim dudes, though, them niggas was not to be fucked with. They would have the Ville turned upside down for real if shit got out of hand and they knew I was behind it. Vince and Joey were a problem, but they were more like annoying flies compared to the dragons that called themselves Muslims. They ran deep, and I felt bad for anyone who had to feel the wrath come down on them. That’s why I had to play this shit close, and hope this thing went smoothly. I couldn’t afford for it not to.
Journey Clayton
Not So Sweet Fourteen
“Got me lookin’ so crazy right now. Your love’s got me lookin’ so crazy right now.”
You couldn’t tell me I didn’t have a body like Beyoncé. At the tender age of almost fourteen, I’d filled out nicely, with full C-cup breasts and an hourglass shape that curved out into a nice round booty. I stood at a smooth five feet four inches, and everything was proportioned perfectly. I was killing the game and I knew it. My hair had gotten to be down to the middle of my back, and I kept it in soft curls that framed my face thanks to Toya, who had been doing my hair since I was nine years old. Bald bitches would always hate and say I had a weave, but they knew that there wasn’t a track in sight. They just couldn’t stand the fact that I looked so fly.
I loved this hairstyle because it made me look like I was part Dominican or something, and not like I had a Just For Me relaxer kit keeping my roots under control. Some said I resembled a slightly darker version of the actress that played Ashley Banks from one of my favorite shows, The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Toya made me look like we had the same texture of hair, but I thought I was cuter. I had all the moves from the videos down to a science, and I swore I was doing the shit better than Beyoncé herself as I rolled my hips and flung my hair around like I was in the video.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t notice all the stares I got when I walked through the hood, but since day one, my heart belonged to Khalid, and that’s where it would stay. He was going to be the first black president, and I could picture myself standing by his side while he ran the country. The thought always put a smile on my face. Thanks to him, my grades had gotten a lot better, too, and together I felt like we were invincible.
I would be turning fourteen in a few days, and I was so excited because I planned to give Khalid my virginity. He had waited so patiently all these years, and since I knew we were going to spend the rest of our lives together, I figured why wait? We paid extra close attention in health class, and at the free clinic, they didn’t ask any question as to why we wanted birth control. They gave it to us willingly, so we were set. I was so excited and nervous at the same time, but I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else, so it didn’t matter.
I came up in the game since back in the day, too. I got so good at cooking up the Snow White that my uncle and his friends hustled that it only took me half the time to cook twice as much as before. Apparently, the fiends were loving it.
In the midst of all that, my wardrobe grew extensively, and with the guidance of Toya, I had everything a girl could want, from Gucci bags to La Perla lingerie to Seven jeans and Citizens of Humanity tees. I was rocking Juicy Couture charm bracelets and all that, and everyone was hating because I was the only one in my class with Gucci sneakers, and it ate all them haters up on the inside—especially Gina. I was still performing tricks for my uncle, and since my taste got to be so expensive, so had his demands. He let me wear thongs and everything, so I looked to Toya for guidance, and made sure my bra and panties matched on a daily, even though no one saw them but me.
Vince still hadn’t penetrated me yet, but his promise to take me at fourteen never left my head, and that’s why it was so important to me to give it to Khalid first, before my uncle Vince had a chance to ruin the only gift I could give the man I loved. I guess Vince kept doing the things he did to me now as payment for keeping me out of foster care. My mom was dead, so I didn’t need the product anymore. He made me cook and bag it up to earn my keep, so what other reason could there be? Now, I’m not going to act like I totally hated the feeling I got when Vince went down
on me. I had actually orgasmed a couple of times against my will. The only good thing was that I hoped to be able to show Khalid a few of my uncle’s tricks so that when we did do our thing, it would be good for both of us.
I never got around to telling him how things were with me and my uncle, and I was hoping I would never have to. A part of me thought Vince would just stop on his own, but I wouldn’t find out until much later that it would never happen that way.
Once the video ended, I still hummed the beat as I dug out some change from the bottom of the Fendi I was carrying, so that I could satisfy my craving for some Homegirls potato chips from the corner store. I was certainly enjoying my summer vacation so far, and actually couldn’t wait until tonight. I was able to talk Vince into letting me go see Final Destination 2 with Khalid. It had come out two weeks ago, and after too many nights of rough “almost” sex and oral pleasure, Vince finally okayed me to go.
Grabbing my keys off the coffee table, I checked my appearance in the wall mirror before stepping outside. I looked more than cute in a pair of light gray cotton Daisy Duke shorts that just barely covered my ass, and a pink baby tee that just met my belly button, both compliments of Old Navy. I slid my feet into my pink, gray, and black flip-flops that I had just gotten from Victoria’s Secret a day ago, and I ensured that my bubble gum pink toenail polish wasn’t chipped as I applied lip gloss to my lips and fluffed my hair one last time. I had to make sure I was on point, because you never knew who you would run into. Toya taught me that a long time ago.
Once outside, the humidity slapped me in my face as I graced Grays Avenue with my presence. There were a few hustle boys on the corner that stopped dead in the middle of their craps game to watch my ass bounce in my shorts as I crossed the street. They especially enjoyed the view when I dropped one of my quarters in the street and revealed my thong as I bent to pick it up. Vince put so much fear in everyone that no one would dare approach me, except for Bunz’s simple ass, but we all knew he was a little nutty, so I didn’t think much of it.
