by CJ Hudson
“I’m sorry to impose on you like this. I just needed to get away from that house for the night.”
“You ain’t imposing at all,” Bobby said, licking his lips. “Matter of fact, I’m glad you called, ’cause there’s something I want you to do for me anyway.”
Tammy cut her eyes at Bobby. “I don’t know what you’re expecting, but if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, then you can take me to a hotel.”
“Hold up! Ain’t nobody suggesting anything like that! I’ve just got something that I want you to check out. A li’l something I’ve been working on.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry.”
Bobby just looked at Tammy and smiled. He loved that she was so feisty.
“What?” she asked when she caught Bobby looking at her.
“Nothing. Just tripping on you,” he said. He led her out of his truck and into his place of residence.
“Whateva,” Tammy said as she rolled her eyes.
Bobby let out a loud laugh as he walked into his living room and plopped down on the couch.
“What the hell is so funny?” she asked with a slight attitude.
“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s just the first time I heard you say anything that didn’t sound so proper.”
“Whatever,” Tammy said, throwing her hands on her hips and making sure that she enunciated the word. “What is it that you want me to check out?”
Bobby smiled again and walked out of the living room. A few seconds later, he returned with a notebook.
“Oh, that must be the book of stories that you told me about earlier.” Tammy took the book from him and flipped through the pages. “You want me to read all of this?” she asked, holding up the thick notebook.
“Just a couple of chapters. I need somebody’s opinion on it.”
Tammy sat on the couch and started to read the first page. While she was doing that, Bobby went into the kitchen and poured himself a shot of Hennessy. After downing the liquor, he went into his bedroom, opened his nightstand drawer, and took out a blunt. He quickly lit the tip and took a puff. He then walked back into the living room, where Tammy was thoroughly engrossed in his manuscript. He stood there for a minute and watched as she flipped to the next page.
“Do you like what you read so far?”
“It’s actually pretty good. Is this the first thing you’ve ever written?”
“Nope. But it is the most pages I’ve ever written.” Bobby took another pull from the blunt.
“Let me hit that,” Tammy said when she got a whiff of the potent smoke.
“I don’t know if you can handle this chest breaka here.”
“Boy, please,” she said as she got up and snatched the blunt out of his mouth. “I’m a professional weed smoker.”
“Hey, I ain’t questioning ya smoking skills, but that shit there will knock you on yo’ ass.”
“Whatever,” Tammy said as she inhaled deeply. She nodded as she let the smoke ease out of her nostrils. “I can’t front, though. This is some good-ass weed.”
“Damn straight it is. I don’t fuck with nothing but the best, li’l mama.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” Tammy asked, blushing.
“I don’t know. It just feels right.” The two of them stood there for a few awkward seconds.
“You wanna watch a movie or something?” Bobby asked.
“That’s cool. What kind of movies do you have?”
“Come check it out,” Bobby said as he motioned for her to come over to his movie case. “What kind of movie do you wanna watch?”
“Let me see first,” she said as she pushed him out of the way. Tammy skimmed the movie collection until she saw Boyz n the Hood. She pulled it out and handed it to him.
“What do you know about that movie?” he asked.
“Excuse me? You are tripping. This is one of my favorite movies.” As Bobby put the DVD in, Tammy got comfortable on the couch. “And after this goes off, you can put in Brown Sugar.”
“You ain’t gotta go to work tomorrow?”
“I’m actually off for the next three days.”
“Cool. We can watch movies all night then.”
“Are you sure you can hang with me?” Tammy asked. “I’m legendary for pulling all-nighters when it comes to watching movies.”
“Whatever. You can’t see me on the movie-watching tip.”
“Well, let’s get this movie-watching challenge going then, Mr. Man.”
For the next few hours, Bobby and Tammy watched movies, ate popcorn, and enjoyed each other’s company. Then they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
* * *
Ivory’s cell phone went off at three in the morning, waking her out of a peaceful sleep. Hakim had left her more than satisfied. But although she was supremely fulfilled by the youngster’s cock game, she knew it was probably a one-time deal. Tammy’s friendship was much too precious to her to let it be destroyed by a one-night stand. With a pissed-off attitude, Ivory snatched her phone off the nightstand. The fact that the screen said private ticked her off even more.
“Who the fuck is this?” she screamed.
“Ma’am, do you know a Darnell Grayson?” the person on the other end asked, ignoring Ivory’s rudeness.
Ivory got quiet for a few seconds. An eerie feeling crept into her stomach. She didn’t know what the caller was about to say, but by the tone of his voice, she knew that it wasn’t going to be good news. “Yeah, I know him. Why?”
“I’m Officer Peter Baker with the New York Police Department. I’m calling you because this is the last number called from this phone. What relation was Mr. Grayson to you?”
Ivory’s stomach tightened up a little bit more. It wasn’t lost on her that the officer used the word “was” instead of “is.” “My boyfriend.”
“Oh, I see. Well, miss, I hate to have to be the one to inform you that Mr. Grayson was arrested by an undercover officer for drug trafficking. I also have to inform you that while he was incarcerated, Mr. Grayson got into a fight and was stabbed to death.”
Ivory dropped the phone. Her body went numb. She wanted to pinch herself to see if this was all just a bad dream. Tears flooded her eyes. She fell back onto the bed and balled into a knot. For five full minutes, she cried her eyes out. Then she picked the phone back up. The caller on the other end had hung up, so she called the first person to come to her mind: Tammy. When the call went to voicemail, she called twice more with the same result.
Not knowing what else to do, Ivory grabbed the bag of weed she’d gotten from Darnell and rolled an extra-large blunt. Because she couldn’t get in touch with Tammy, she found solace in the only other thing that could calm her nerves. Ivory was so upset that the first blunt didn’t seem to do a thing for her. But by the time she was halfway through the second one, the first one started kicking in, and it took her straight to another planet.
Chapter 26
Janice’s chest heaved up and down. A satisfied smile seemed to be etched permanently on her face. Steve had just given her the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her leg trembled as he teased her by reaching down between her legs and flicking his middle finger back and forth across her clit.
“Oooo, baby, you gon’ make me come again if you don’t stop,” she moaned.
Steve chuckled lightly. “Well, you know what they say. An early morning nut is the best kind of nut you can have,” he said.
Janice wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was so upset when Tammy walked out of the house that she called Steve and asked him to come over and spend the night with her. Of course, one thing turned to another, and the two of them ended up in the sack.
Steve then got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back into the bedroom, he sat down on the edge of the bed and told Janice that he had something to tell her.
“What is it?” she said, stroking the back of his head.
“This shit just ain’t working for me,” he said coldly.
Janice
felt all the air leave her lungs. “Huh? Not working? What are you talking about?”
“I’m just saying that this shit is too fucking boring for me. We don’t never do nothing adventurous or exciting.”
Janice was floored. In her mind, everything had been going great between her and Steve. She was thoroughly enjoying his conversation as well as his company. “But . . . but what do you want to do? I thought you liked—”
Steve held his hand up to silence Janice. “And there’s someone else.”
“What? Someone else? What the hell do you mean, there’s someone else? Who the hell else are you fucking besides me?”
“Does it really matter?”
“You got-damn right it matters,” Janice screamed. “You low-down, dirty muthafucka! How the fuck you gon’ do some bullshit like this to me?”
Steve stood still and suppressed a smirk while Janice went completely off. He had her right where he wanted her. He could tell from the look in her eyes that he’d hurt her deeply. He also knew that he’d put the dick on her so good, no matter what she said, she wasn’t going to break up with him.
“You know what?” he said when he got tired of hearing her talk. “I don’t need this shit! I’m out this bitch!”
“Where the fuck are you going?” Janice yelled.
“To have some fun wit’ my other bitch! It’s over, and don’t fucking call me no more!”
Steve hadn’t taken two steps before Janice was begging him not to leave. “No, Steve, please don’t go! What do I have to do? What do I have to do to get you to stay with me?”
“Well . . . You know what? Never mind. A boring-ass broad like you is too scared to have some real fun.” Steve took another step toward the door.
“No! Please, just tell me what you want me to do!” Janice knew that she was playing herself, but she couldn’t help it. She was sprung. Steve had done much more than just make love to her body. He’d tapped the inner regions of her soul.
“You wanna know what you can do for me?” he asked. Before she could answer, Steve walked over to his coat, reached inside his coat pocket, and pulled out a small bag of cocaine and a small mirror. Then, after sprinkling some on the mirror and chopping it into lines, he reached into his pocket and took out a dollar bill. With no hesitation whatsoever, Steve leaned down and sniffed a line up into his nostril. Then he switched sides and sniffed into the other nostril. After holding his head back for a few seconds, Steve smiled and looked at Janice.
“Now, this is how you have fucking fun.” Steve held out the mirror for Janice to take.
Janice stared at it as if it were a snake. For the first time in her life, she came face-to-face with something she was afraid of. She despised drugs and drug dealers. But the fear of losing a man whom she had fallen in love with was pushing her toward a place she didn’t want to go.
“That’s what I thought,” Steve said as he put the contents of the dope back into his coat pocket. Steve grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.
“No! Okay, I’ll try it,” Janice said in a defeated manner.
As soon as Steve set up again, he was pushing the mirror into Janice’s face. Janice swallowed hard. She stalled while she was trying to think of a way out of her current predicament.
“You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. And besides, I ain’t asking you to do this all the time. I just wanted to do a little something different tonight, that’s all.”
After taking a deep breath, Janice looked up at Steve. “If I do this for you, are you gonna stop fucking that other bitch you been messing around with?”
“I told you,” he said, avoiding the question, “the only reason I was even messing around with her in the first place is because she likes to have the kind of fun that I like to have. If it weren’t for that, I would have nothing to do wit’ her.”
Maybe it won’t be so bad, Janice thought, trying to pump herself up. If I only have to do it every once in a while, then I should be able to handle that.
Janice took a look at the bulge in Steve’s pants and knew that in order to keep getting dicked down, she had no choice. She promised herself that she would do whatever it took to break the hold that Steve had on her. Unfortunately for her, the grip of cocaine had a hold ten times as strong as Steve.
* * *
Stone woke up feeling like the lowest scum on the earth. Lying on his back with his fingers interlocked behind his head, he stared blankly at the ceiling. It was bad enough that he’d been suckered into letting his partner’s daughter give him a blowjob. But to be so weak that he allowed himself to be wooed into climbing into her bed was just wrong.
Stone was almost to his car the previous night when he realized that he didn’t have his keys. He’d only meant to go back into the house, find his keys, and leave. That all went out the window when he walked through the front door, and Nancy’s naked body took hold of his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, she had taken off her clothes and was getting ready to get into the shower. But then she spotted Stone’s keys. Knowing that he would come back for them, Nancy stood there in her birthday suit, dangling his keys.
Stone couldn’t stop his pecker from growing inside his pants. He’d already violated her once. He didn’t want to do it again, but his loins had a mind of their own. His legs soon followed as he walked over to Nancy and tried to kiss her. Nancy turned her head and made it clear that there would be no screwing without a price. Stone wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but Nancy’s body and willingness to give it up presented too much temptation for him to resist.
Nancy got him all fired up and then stopped him cold.
“What? What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. It’s just that if I do something for you, then you’re gonna have to do something for me,” she said as she backed away from him.
Heated up with a rock-hard dick, there was no way in the world he could resist Nancy. “Dammit, Nancy, what the fuck do you want from me?” he screamed at her. His brow had become sweaty, and his breathing was heavy. He wanted her in the worst way, and he was going to have her, no matter the cost.
“Well, I could use about fifty dollars.”
Stone gritted his teeth as he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. In his heart, he knew that he was dead wrong. His lust for his partner’s daughter was pushing both of them down a path to destruction. He took the money out of his wallet and looked at it. He hesitated for a few seconds before Nancy squeezed her bare nipple and turned him completely on.
Three hours and three nuts later, Stone was exhausted and passed out. Now here he was about to go to work and stare into the face of his partner, knowing that he’d just committed the ultimate injustice.
* * *
No matter how hard she tried, Ivory just couldn’t go back to sleep. She’d been awake for the last hour, practically begging the sandman to pull her back into the world of slumber. She’d only slept a total of two hours the entire night, but even then, a dream spooked her, causing her to wake up in a cold sweat.
The dream, in which her mother was brutally beaten and raped, caused her to put some things in perspective. She hadn’t seen or spoken to her mother since running away from home at the age of 16. Thinking of her mother caused Ivory to smirk at the irony of what she was now doing, which was dealing drugs. It was her mother’s weakness toward them that caused her mother to do the unthinkable to her when she was a child. Ivory cringed at the thought of what happened to her that fateful night.
She was all of 11 years old as she sat on the edge of the bed, trying to understand why her mother was asking her to sacrifice herself.
“I know you don’t understand, sweetheart. I know. But please do this for Mama. He’s going to give me extra medicine if you do. Don’t let your mama down. Don’t let your mama suffer.”
Ivory was frozen stiff. She didn’t know what to do. She had a feeling what her mother was asking her to do, but she didn’t want to do it. “Do I have to? Can’t you just—�
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“Ivory, please,” she said as she grabbed her daughter by the shoulders. “If you don’t do this, I could die! You don’t want your mama to die, do you?”
Ivory opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Sensing that her daughter was weakening, Loraine went in for the kill. “Ivory, you do remember all the shit I bought you for Christmas, don’t you? I didn’t even get mad when you didn’t get me anything.”
Guilt surged through Ivory’s body. She dared not bring up that her mother had to sell the same Christmas gifts to keep them from getting evicted. At least, that was what her mother had told her. Feeling an obligation to save her mother’s life, Ivory asked her mother what she wanted her to do. Loraine told her all she had to do was get naked, lie back, and spread her legs.
“I’m scared.”
“Do you want me to die? Do you?” she asked as she grabbed her daughter’s shoulders and shook them slightly.
“No, but—”
“But nothing! Please just do what I ask!” Loraine got up, turned around, and walked out of the room.
That night, Ivory experienced pain beyond belief. She’d hated her mother ever since.
Chapter 27
Steve leaned back on his couch and smoked a victory cigar. His plan was going along just like he thought it would. He had many women in his stable, and he was making a fortune off of their bodies. But the one man who was paying the most told Steve that he was tired of the young girls who didn’t know what they were doing. He wanted a vet. He wanted a woman who was experienced, not some tenderoni who was wet behind the ears and scared to fuck. He wanted someone like Janice. And he was willing to pay top dollar for her. When Steve asked him how much he was willing to spend, the client told him upwards of $1,500. Steve’s mouth watered at the amount of money that was presented to him.
