“There are no free rides, ho. Somebody has to pay,” Kim said, getting out of the back seat.
Together they walked to the building that housed several law offices. Tina and Kim were familiar with the place. They walked up to a secretary.
“Hi. Mr. Roose is expecting me,” she said.
“Yes, go on in,” the secretary said.
“Wait here for me, ho,” Tina said and walked away. “And don’t piss all over the furniture.”
“Just hurry, bitch. I’d like to walk down Fifth Ave., and have time to do some window shopping,” Kim said, picking up a magazine, and slowly leafing through it.
Her hips swaying with extra intensity, Tina disappeared into the office and into the waiting arms of Max Roose.
“Here’s my girl,” he laughed. “Just in time for lunch,” Roose said, pushing her head down to his crotch.
“I’ve got a bag of money for you. Twenty-five thousand. It’s yours. All you have to do is one little thing for me,” he said.
Max Roose sat back and watched Tina going to work. Undoing his fly, she pulled out his dick and wiped the lipstick from her soft lips. Then she opened her mouth, and her lips engulfed his head.
Sucking and licking until his dick was pointing toward the ceiling, Tina smiled. She massaged and moistened the head until it was shiny. Then she eased him back and sent waves through his body flicking her tongue all over his balls.
“Ah yeah…” Max Roose moaned softly, biting his lips.
Rubbing her hands over his hardened shaft, she felt him pulsing and knew the time was at hand. Max Roose would pop off soon.
“Oh ugh ah…” he moaned. “Suck it bitch! Lick it all up!”
Tina opened her mouth, and Max Roose squirted a load of sperm into her mouth. She swallowed it all, and jerked him off while his body shuddered. His legs shook and she knew it was over. Rising from her knees, Tina walked to the small bathroom.
Later, she walked out smiling.
“Good evening, Ms. Martinez,” the secretary said.
Kim was sitting, chatting on her cell phone with the magazine in her lap. She looked at Tina and spoke.
“I guess that was a quickie, huh, nasty bitch?” Kim asked.
“I knew exactly what he wanted and I gave it to him,” Tina said.
“He must be a two-minute man,” Kim said.
“Poor people are the ones who spend time just fucking,” Tina said. “Rich people, they ain’t got time for all that. They busy making paper all day long, bitch. So shut your face and learn that,” Tina said.
“Where your paper?”
“Here, lemme show you sump’n,” Tina said, opening the bag and raising it to Kim’s face. “Peep this, bitch.”
“Damn, girl. That’s a lot of fucking paper right there. What did you have to do for it? Lay somebody out?”
They walked out to the lobby, and Tina turned to the surprised Kim. She stared at her for a beat. Kim opened her mouth then seemingly she changed her mind. She paused as if she was thinking before she started to speak.
“Shut your face. You ain’t gonna ever get rich sitting on your big ass,” Tina said.”
“Shyt, you can say that again,” Kim said.
“You want your son to go to good schools, then that’s gonna take money, lots of it. There’s lots of money out there. Poor people scared to go get it, and they get mad at the rich peeps for staying on their job. Making money is gonna be my full-time job. All day every day.”
“Go on bitch, do your thang. I ain’t gon’ hate on ya ass,” Kim said.
“Good, cuz Kim, I ain’t never going back to being poor. Never again.”
“There’s just one thing I wanna know. What you gotta do to do get all that money? It’s gotta be thousands in that bag.”
“Twenty thousand, two stacks,” Tina lied. “And I’m gonna give you half. Ten G’s, bitch,” she continued.
“And what do I have to give up or do for this money?”
“Shut your damn mouth, and do nothing. You can consider it a donation toward to Roshawn’s education fund,” Tina said. “Now let’s go do some shopping on Fifth Ave., bitch.”
“Well alright. Say no more, bitch. I’m definitely with that.”
The evening came soon and the stores had begun closing their shutters along the fashionable walk. Pedestrians and shoppers were still combing the opened stores looking for bargains. Kim and Tina were amongst them, rubbing elbows with the super wealthy and the not so rich. They went inside the Gucci store.
“Ain’t those the shoes Coco had on. I thought you never liked those shoes,” Kim said.
“I didn’t like how they looked on her. So I’m gonna get ’em in black. Just to have ’em. You never know,” Tina said.
“Excuse me, y’all. There’s a hater in the house,” Kim said.
“Shut your face! I ain’t no hater, you ho!”
“You better not, bitch. I’d like two of these shoes in size six,” Tina said to a salesgirl. “There needs to be more cute guys up in this piece here, and I ain’t talking ’bout the gay ones either.”
“Why’s that, bitch?” Kim asked.
“Guys be willing to give you a break with these high-ass prices,” Tina said. “I’m trying to pop tags—I ain’t tryin’ a go broke doing it!”
“Oh you feel if niggas are here you could show ’em your pussy and…?”
“Some o’ these bitches will jump on it way before a nigga will. These bitches dyke as hell,” Tina laughed and Kim joined her.
The salesgirl returned with the two pairs of shoes. Kim and Tina tried the shoes on. They were a perfect fit, and Tina paid for the two pairs. Smiles all around, Kim and Tina walked out of the store carrying many shopping bags.
“Remember to open a bank account with that lil’ dough, Kim. You can save up some money for you and Roshawn.”
“Tina, you don’t have to tell me what to do, bitch. I’ll definitely do the right thing. This ‘lil’ dough’ like you put it—that shyt is big money to me, bitch.”
“I hear you, ho. Mami, I’m just saying,” Tina started but Kim cut her off.
“Shyt say no more, bitch. I got this.”
“Cool, then let’s catch a cab and get uptown so we can get fresh. It’s T-G-I-F—let’s live it loud!”
“Shyt!” Kim screamed. “We gonna live it up, girl!”
They high-fived and cabbies raced to their position. The driver got out and assisted the girls with their bags. From the moment he came close to Tina she was feeling on him. Accidently bumping into his crotch, Tina copped a quick feel. The driver smiled and slapped her ass. Kim was shaking her head, and got in behind Tina.
The excited cabbie stared lecherously at Kim’s round ass. He was about to touch her round ass, but Kim gave him a mean look and changed his mind. Backing off, and showing both his hands, the man got in the car.
“Where are you going, ladies?”
“Uptown, East One-Twelfth and Lex.”
Tina then sat back and spread her legs so he could see all the way to her split. Smiling like he was hypnotized, the driver adjusted his rearview mirror. He drove off still looking at Tina’s exposed crotch and almost hit a pedestrian.
“Keep your eyes on the road or we we’ll crash,” Tina smiled, licking her lips.
She kept stroking her pussy. Exposing her hidden mound so that the driver could see that it was shaved. The driver could hardly keep his eyes on the road and twice almost ran into the back of the same car.
“Oh you’re trying to kill me, huh?” Tina asked closing her legs.
“No, no, no, I’m soo sorry. Please, I take you there for free. Please show me that pussy again,” he pleadingly apologized.
Tina opened her legs again and the smile returned on the driver’s face. Kim stared on in mock bewilderment. Then she high-fived Tina when the driver turned up the music and started singing.
“Beautiful, amore. I love that pussy,” he sang, smiling.
He joyfully drove Kim and Tina upto
wn to their desired destination. Once they arrived, the cabbie not only helped them with their shopping bags, but even smoked a cigarette with them.
“Just one more thing,” he said.
“What’s that?” Tina asked.
“Can I touch the pussy?”
“Aw hell no!” Tina protested. “Then you gonna wanna feel and poke your fingers inside me.”
“No, I promise not to. I will not,” he said.
“Okay just one touch,” Tina said.
The cabbie reached up under her mini skirt and felt her hairless mound. He smiled broadly when Tina let him rub her hot spot. The same smile occupied his face and his expression remained the same as he waved and drove away.
“You and that man are perverted, bitch,” Kim said, shaking her head. “Whatever country he’s from he’s gonna be writing back telling them how he touched crazy American-girl pussy.”
“Shut your face and stop hatin’, ho!” Tina said. “Tonight is party night. Let’s go try on our new dresses.”
“I’m wearing my new jeans,” Kim said.
They ran inside the building toting shopping bags filled with new gear. Kim was feeling elated at the prospect of opening a bank account and saving money for her son’s education. In the elevator, she reached over and kissed Tina on the lips.
“What’s that for, ho?” Tina protested.
“I just wanted to say thank you for what you did. You’re such a nice person when you wanna be,” Kim smiled.
“Shut da front door. You look like you gonna cry or sump’n, ho.”
“I really do feel like crying, bitch. That’s a good thing you did, ma. Déjà was the only other person to ever give me a stack like that, you know on the strength…”
“Shut your face. It’s all good. You’re gonna make me cry too, ho.”
“You could cry in front of me. We’ve been friends for life…”
“And that’s what real friends do. If I have money—we have money.”
“I hear you. But talk’s cheap and when you find someone who about action then that’s sump’n else… “
“Okay, already, ho, just shut your face about it and stop bawling now. You making me trickle…” Tina’s voice trailed and she dabbed at her eyes.
“That still good looking out, bitch,” Kim whispered as they hugged.
They got out of the elevator of Tina’s building and hugged, walking in to Tina’s two-bedroom apartment.
“A’ight let’s get ready to go party like there’s no tomorrow!” Tina shouted.
“There’s always a tomorrow as long as Roshawn here with me.”
“Shut your face, bitch. Roshawn is with you so let’s party anyway.”
“I gotta put away my ten G’s first. Damn! I got that money now.” Kim said, jumping around.
Tina in the meantime was already coming out of her clothes. When Kim saw her undressing, she whirled and ran toward her. Kim draped herself all over the half naked Tina, smiling she said, “Come here sexy,” Kim growled… “Let me get at you…”
“Shut da front door! Get off me bitch, lemme put on my new Gucci!”
They laughed and chatted then dressed, admiring each other’s new outfits until they found the right ones for the evening.
11
“I couldn’t believe all that BS they were kickin’. I just kept thinking, what the fuck, yo? Rightchus of all the fucking people… You mean madukes couldn’t come up with anyone else, yo.”
The summer breeze rushed in from Jersey Shore. Where Coco and Deedee sat at an outdoor café, sipping frozen strawberry lemonade. Deedee listened attentively while Coco related her experiences with Kim and her mother, Mrs. Jones.
“Wow, that’s crazy, Coco. So do you believe this woman you never met before? You said she gossips a lot like her daughter,” Deedee said.
“Yeah, except she attends church, and has the biggest wart on her nose,” Coco said, sipping her drink.
“Do you remember how you first met Rightchus? I mean like when?” Deedee asked, chuckling and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
“I don’t even know, yo.”
Lighting two, Deedee became serious as she handed a cigarette to Coco. They smoked in eerie silence while Coco’s mind traveled back to Rightchus. Coco’s reflective tone broke into the sound of the rushing waves.
“He was always coming around me and the girls. I mean I used to see him around the way back in the days all the time. But I ain’t really talk to him. Not more than a nod or ‘Hi.’ Then one day, I was in the park and he was playing basketball—or trying to, cuz he short as hell, yo,” Coco laughed.
It was a nervous laugh and Deedee watched as her best friend went silent for a beat. Then Coco took a sip and started talking about her rumored father again.
“I’m telling you, Deedee. I had no idea, yo. He was just this man who wanted to be around us all the time… Rightchus always showed up and helped me out in his own weird way… Like Deja, Kim’s baby father. I knew he liked me he was always tryin’ a throw signals, making suggestions. One evening, I was bummed out doing laundry and here’s Deja trying to get me fucked up on some shit, cuz I know that nigga be puffin’ woola…”
“Woola…?” Deedee echoed.
“Weed and coke, yo,” Coco said.
“Okay…”
“That was Deja’s shit. His girl, used to be my best friend, and she told me all about how he put coke in the weed and they’d get fucked up and get busy. So Deja came ’round and Rightchus appeared outta nowhere to my rescue, yo.”
“Damn girl, where you goin’ in such a hurry?”
“To do my laundry,” Coco answered.
“That’s a lotta shit right there,” Deja said.
Coco turned around and saw that it was Deja. He had been visiting his son and his son’s mother who lived in the building.
“What’s up, Deja? What ya doing ‘round these parts, yo?” Coco asked.
“Doin’ ma thang. Ya know me,” Deja said, smiling.
He grabbed the front of the cart and guided the wheels down the steps. Finally they reached the bottom.
“Good looking out, Deja,” Coco said, genuinely grateful. “It would’ve been hell.”
“That’s a’ight. Wanna burn some weed, Coco?”
Coco thought about the high and was tempted. Then she smirked and gave Deja a disappointing answer.
“I’m a pass, yo,” Coco said almost shocking her own self.
“You sure, now?” Deja asked, a little surprised at Coco’s answer. She had always smoked with him. “Coco, I’m telling you, this some good shit you turning down.”
He held the blunt to her face. Its brown paper wrap was moist from the licking his tongue had given it.
Coco smirked and said, “Nah, I ain’t fucking wid that, yo. I got things to do,” she said.
But her mind wandered. Why don’t I just hit it a couple of times? One or two drags then chill. Just say no. I don’t know what’s wrapped up in it. It might not even be just chronic. Guided by her judgments, Coco made good on her escape.
“That’s never stopped your ass before,” Deja yelled as he went up the stairs, leaving out of the building.
That bitch was acting nervous, he reflected. Edgy fucking bitches. One day they on one side of da edge, next they on da other muthafuckin’ side.
“That’s why the land gave man da herb’s blessing,” he said aloud.
Once he was out of the building, Deja placed the brown homemade cigar between his lips.
“Peace, God,” he said and squeezed a blue-tinted lighter.
The silver tip sparked and Deja inhaled deeply, pulling the flame up to the tip of the blunt. He held the smoke in his lungs, and then exhaled, extinguishing the flame’s dance on the cigar tip. Another smoker, Rightchus, moved out of the shadows and came toward Déjà.
“What’s up, Rightchus,” Deja said.
He clasped Rightchus’ hand with his right hand. They bumped shoulders and held each other’s hand in a tight-fisted
embrace. They released each other’s hands, fists clashing.
“Good to see ya, Rightchus,” Deja laughed. He choked on the smoke of the weed. “So whazzup? Want some?”
He passed the blunt to Rightchus. He had never been known to turn down weed or anything else he could smoke. They smoked and talked.
“Wow, man, this shit got some power to it,” Rightchus announced. “You know about the cosmic,” he continued.
“Cos-what?” Deja asked.
“Rightchus later saw me, and told me the cigar Deja was smoking was filled with coke, yo. From then on, I’ve been like, don’t pass me nothing already rolled.”
“Rightchus was there at random moments helping you out, Coco. Maybe—”
“Maybe nothing. I gotta hear it from my mother’s own mouth before I believe, yo. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow and ask her. I wanna hear what she have to say, yo.”
“I’m sure you do, Coco. I remember him so well. But I had no idea that he was…”
Deedee let her voice trail. She and Coco stared at each other thinking the implausible. Then Deedee recounted the first time meeting Rightchus.
“I think I was chilling with you and the girls…” she started to say, but paused as if in deep thoughts.
“I don’t know. But what I know is whenever sump’n was about to jump off, Rightchus was always around, yo. Like that evening when Danielle was acting all crazy like she run things. He was there.”
“I don’t remember,” Deedee said.
“She felt that I had too much lead time singing and all that. So she sort of made the rehearsal into a challenge. I remember we were at school—me, Danielle, her boyfriend and Jo… Back in the days we used to rehearse in the auditorium.”
The group headed for the school auditorium. This was not going to be an ordinary rehearsal. A showdown had been shaping up ever since Danielle had confronted the girls. Threatened or not, Coco had been put on her guard. Josephine played peacemaker. She was happy that the rehearsal would be recorded and critiqued. Da Crew knew they were ready. They exchanged wary smiles, except for Coco.
On stage, Danielle moved enticingly. The camera rolled. Coco moved back and forth, heels and toes tapping street sounds to the beat. Josephine circled, moving faster and faster, as if on ice. They balanced one another.
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