by Sa'id Salaam
Killa frowned but complied. He had gotten use to the warm body lying next to him. The memory of her killing his son was all that kept him from going inside her. After separate showers, they met up on the large bed. As usual, an awkward silence preceded sleep.
“So… you gonna give me some or I gotta take it?” Yolo asked wickedly.
“You would have to tie me down and take it!” Killa shot back and rolled over.
“Have it your way,” The Lovely Little Lunatic giggled.
****
“What the…A-yo, fuck you doing!” Killa protested when he awoke the next morning.
Most mornings he awoke to find Yolo playing with his dick but she went beyond this morning. Way beyond. This morning she strapped him down to the bed by his ankles and wrists. She let him flail away until he understood he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Hey sleepyhead,” she sang coming out of the bathroom. The wet hair and towel wrapped around her showed she was fresh out of the shower. When she dropped it that didn’t need an explanation either. If his dick wasn’t already hard, it would have gotten hard because Yolo was fine.
“What are you up to?” he asked as she slinked forward seductively.
“You said I had to take it if I wanted it, so…” she reminded and placed a kiss on his ankle.
She kissed and licked her way slowly up his legs. His rock hard dick throbbed when she took it in her hand. Starting from the bottom, she ran her tongue up the shaft then swirled it around the swollen head.
“Help, rape,” Killa whispered.
He knew he had been caught off guard and accepted what was to come. Like a blowjob really needs acceptance. Yolo took him into her mouth and slowly descended. All the way until she gagged then did it again. A few strokes later, she flipped around into the 69 position.
No one was holding a gun to Killa’s head so he didn’t have to eat her. When he leaned forward and licked her pretty vagina, it was because he wanted to.
“Sss!” Yolo hissed when she felt his tongue flick on her lonely vagina. She tried to engage in a mutual 69 but couldn’t take the pleasure. She lay her head on his dick like a long, hard pillow and enjoyed it. Not for very long though because it didn’t take very long for her to cum in his mouth.
“Ok, let me up,” Killa demanded after she got what sounded like a really, really, good nut.
“Boy I’m just getting started!” she warned. “We both know this is our last day together. May as well go out with a bang.”
“Fine,” he gave up as she straddled him. They locked eyes as she reached down and wriggled him inside her.
Killa watched her face contort while she sank on his pole. She winced when she took as much as she could then began to rock. She rocked slow and shallow building steam as she went along. Soon she felt him resting on her cervix.
Yolo leaned forward for a kiss and got chumped. Killa turned his face giving her his cheek. She took it and planted kisses all over his face while he moved his head like a baby resisting mashed green peas and carrots.
Finally, he gave up and in and kissed her back. Yolo came instantly when his tongue entered her mouth. The strong convulsions pushed Killa over the edge and he exploded inside her.
“Ok, let me up,” he repeated when they caught their breath.
“Not finished yet,” she replied and did a 180 on his still hard dick.
Killa didn’t complain when she began to ride him backwards. She came again and then rode him sideways. Two hours and multiple orgasms later, she slumped over completely spent.
“Let me up?” he asked hopefully.
“I can’t, I’m sorry but I…”
“What, going to kill me?” he asked. He was ready to accept it if it was his fate. Death had always been a big part of his life so he wouldn’t bitch up now.
“No silly! You’re my baby daddy, I can’t kill you,” Yolo sang. “I um, I’m sorry for you know…your son. I’m sorry for shooting him. I’m sorry about killing kids and coo… I’m sorry. I had a really fucked up childhood though.”
Killa oddly felt a tinge of remorse. Even though the tears were as real as the contrition, he still wanted to kill her.
“We have to finish what we started. We have to kill Rock,” Killa pleaded.
“Oh I got that. You just get some rest. I’ll call the hotel and tell them to untie you once I’m done,” she said getting dressed. “Oh turns out I’m not a lesbian after all! Oh! Oh! Wouldn’t it be crazy if I’m pregnant again?”
“Yeah, crazy” he repeated as she walked from the room. The lunatic had gotten away.
Chapter 14
“W, w, we gotta fi, fi, find that bitch! We gotta kill her,” Big Rock whined as he paced back and forth in his plush hideout. His wife twisted her face in disgust at the cowardly bitching.
“Well, Bull can handle it,” Latrice said remembering how Bull handled those back shots he gave her. Rock was too busy acting like a pussy to get some pussy. Luckily, for her, he brought his bodyguard.
“Look what I found!” Bull announced leading a hooded figure in at gunpoint. He snatched the hood off and there was Yolo. Head bowed in defeat and hands behind her back.
“Sh, shoo, shoo, shoot that bitch!” Rock yelled ducking behind his disgusted wife.
“Do it yourself,” Yolo dared lifting her head with an evil snarl on her face.
“I, I, I w, w, will you know!” Rock shouted from behind Latrice.
“Here boss,” Bull said holding out his gun.
Rock rushed over, grabbed it, and pulled the trigger, as Yolo coked her head defiantly.
“Click,” Yolo tensed bringing her hands around in front of her. The brass knuckles adorning each dainty hand indicated a brutal death.
“Ok bye now,” Latrice said as Bull led her from the room. She blew him a kiss that was just as fake as her smile.
Meanwhile Yolo popped her fangs in her mouth. Rock had no intentions on being beaten or bit and took off running. He ran and took a flying leap through the plate glass window. Bull and Latrice had just stepped outside when he landed on his neck with a sickening crunch.
And that was the end of the Black Mob.
****
Yolo planned to call room service from the airport so her boo could be discovered. That would give her several hours head start in case he decided to come after her. She could take the church money and live happily ever after with her twins. Would have if Anna Maria Santana De La Cruz didn’t get the rooms mixed up.
The lonely, overweight, fifty year old Honduran immigrant was supposed to clean room 205 but ended up at 502 by mistake. It was her lucky day. She had stepped all the way in the door before noticing the naked man strapped to the bed.
“Adios mio!” she shouted, ready to run for help.
“Wait, wait! No policia,” Killa pleaded. He was wanted in several states after all. “Untie me por favor.”
“No polica?” she repeated raising a bushy eyebrow and scratching her chin hair. She realized he couldn’t call the police either and moved in for a closer inspection. Anna flipped his flaccid penis and asked “No policia?”
“No policia,” Killa said sounding like he wanted to cry.
She fondled him with curiosity of a woman who hadn’t had any dick in 25 years. That’s because, well, she was a women who hadn’t had dick in 25 years. That was 200 pounds ago as well. Killa knew there was no sense in wasting time and willed himself to get an erection. “Pantilones.”
“Pantilones?” Anna repeated and picked up his pants. She found the condom he had and put it on him. Killa closed his eyes tightly when she pulled off her huge panties and climbed on top of him. “No policia.”
“No policia,” he agreed as she put him inside of her. The large woman made a moaning sound as she rocked herself to an orgasm. Luckily, she wasn’t greedy and settled for one nut. One nut each that is, because Killa got off too.
“No policia,” she reminded as she pulled her big ass panties back on her big ass. She released one wrist and
rushed from the room.
“Fucking bitch!” Killa called after her and began to free himself. “Got some good pussy though…”
Killa jumped in the shower and spun around and got back out. He caught a cab to the airport and booked the next thing smoking to LA. As fate would have it Yolo had a brief layover in Phoenix, Killa’s flight was non-stop. He would make it there before she did and knew exactly where she was going.
****
“Un huh, ok, un huh,” Yolo replied to the nurse’s last minute instructions before releasing the twins. She caught some of it and would Google the rest. The happy babies made happy noises, which stole her focus. The meter was running in a waiting taxi so she was in a rush. Not to mention, a killer was on her tail. “Ok, un huh.”
“Well, ok then. Good luck,” the nurse relented and let her go. The babies were a little weird, but healthy. They would be just fine.
“Hello there,” Killa greeted when he spotted Yolo emerge from the hospital. The high-powered scope on the high-powered rifle zoomed in on her face.
Yolo couldn’t see him but felt his presence. No doubt about, it Killa was near. She stopped in her tracks and scanned her horizon. She settled her gaze on a roof top several blocks away. That’s where she would have taken a shot from and that’s where Killa was perched. Yolo accepted her fate and lowered her head in submission. The shot was his to take.
Killa held his breath and slowly squeezed the trigger. Movement below caught his eye and he saw his kids.
“Shit!” he fussed and released the pressure on the trigger.
Yolo looked dead into the scope and smiled. “Love you baby daddy,” she mouthed and got into the taxi.
He let out a deep sigh and accepted that it was over.
Now you should do the same…
The End
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RATCHET GIRLS
By
Q.P.
© 2015 Q.P.
Black Ink Publications
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission of the author.
CHAPTER 1
"Sha'Nay-nay hur’ up and zip me up. As soon as I suck in, hit it!" Mary said urgently as she attempted to squeeze her size 18 into a size 14 cat suit. She made it but instead of sexy she looked like sausage. At least Sha'Nay-nay liked it.
"Mm you look gud gurl!" she cheered to her reflection in the mirror. "We needs to take us some pictures fo’ we hit da club.”
"You already know, cuz you know hoes gonna be hating on us soon as we walk up in that piece!" Mary announced.
"I know dat’s right, sit the toilet seat down so we don't be looking ratchet," Sha'Nay-nay said, preparing to pose in the cloudy mirror.
Mary complied but left several pairs of panties drying on the shower rod, some that would never get clean again. She then turned sideways to show off her curve; not curves, but curve. Sha'Nay-nay pulled her tight spandex shorts up into her crotch to show off her faux 'camel toe', which in fact was a lumpy mass of matted pubic hair. She lifted a bony arm to reveal another afro of hair where there shouldn’t be none.
Sha'Nay-nay was her real name, given to her by her real ghetto mother. It was yet another testimony against giving birth while drunk. Mary was a size 2, 5'11", hood rat. She was Sha’Nay-nay’s best friend. More than best friends, they were each other’s only friends.
They made an odd couple since Mary was five feet even and a nice round 180 and Sha'Nay-nay was tall and rail thin. They made an odd looking couple because of the clothes and hair.
That night they planned to party at one of Atlanta, Georgia's hottest hot spots, the Hot Spot. It was indeed the hottest club in the A because the police would definitely be summoned that night and every other night the hole in the wall opened its doors.
Club INFINITY was the true place to be but Mary and Sha'Nay-nay knew they couldn't get in. On any given night, a person would be face-to-face with any one of the many celebrities who called Atlanta home. The two best friends longed to get up in there one day, but for now, the Hot Spot would have to do.
Mary snapped gaudy picture after picture and instantly uploaded, tagged, liked, and shared to her thousand stranger-friends. She just knew she was killing it in the purple cat suit with the middle cut away to reveal her belly piercing. Huge orange plastic earrings and bracelets matched her orange sandals and weave.
You couldn't tell Sha'Nay-nay nothing either with her black spandex biker shorts and red bikini top. The bikini top was despite the fact that she was completely flat chested. There were two little nubs where titties started to grow but didn't. Her tiny titties got her carded everywhere she went. That was exactly why she was saving up for a boob job. She already had eighteen dollars on it, which was a lot considering she didn't work and liked to smoke weed.
I know you’re probably thinking, what kind of girls would go out in public looking like this but these weren't regular girls. Mary and Sha'Nay-nay were RATCHET GIRLS!
CHAPTER 2
"Push!" Sha'Nay-nay yelled as Mary pushed her car as fast as she could. Once it got up to speed Sha'Nay-nay put it gear and popped the clutch and the car sputtered to life. It wasn't much as far as cars went, but the 1984 Toyota got them from point A to point B.
The Hot Spot was located dead in the hood on Bankhead highway. It had been broadcasting that night's party all day on the radio hoping to draw a better crowd, but once people heard Bankhead, they passed. The best party is one you live to talk about.
Once the car started it burped and belched as Mary rushed to catch up and get inside. Sha'Nay-nay couldn't come to a complete stop or it would cut off again and Mary didn't want to have to push again. She already had huge sweat stains under her arms but it would dry before they got to the club. The old car tilted under her weight as if Mary was hitting switches. She wasn't, the shocks were long blown. There were no seat belts so a quick prayer was the only protection.
"Hit da radio shawty!" Sha'Nay-nay ordered and began bouncing before the music. Instead of leaning forward to comply, Mary turned around. She reached onto the backseat where a little boom box sat. A press of a button started its one remaining speaker, filling the car with its tiny sound.
It didn't matter how bad the little radio played because the girls singing along with every song was worse, way worse.
"Gurl hur’ up!" Mary griped. "It’s almost ten! It’s free fo’ ten and a free drank."
Being true ratchet girls, they survived off the 'free before ten' and the 'buy one get one free'. That's why they both had on different colors of the same sandal. Sha'Nay-nay’s was red matching her top and weave. The twelve dollars in her plastic purse would be more than enough to party on if they got in free and got that free drank. She had to fuck one of the young dope boys out of that. Of course the young dealer really just wanted some head but once she stopped in the middle of a blow job he had no choice. Either fuck or don't bust that nut.
One thing about those two or any ratchet girl anywhere, they don't mind fucking; and will fuck your man.
Mary's motto was 'why I need a job when I got a pussy'. Sex wasn't just a tool; it was a weapon. Being the project ratchet girls, the girls took a lot of flack from 'regular' girls. If it got too bad they would fuck your man as payback. Mary had gotten jumped by four girls once, and it just so happened to be when she got burned. For revenge, she passed the V.D. to all of their boyfriends and baby daddies.
Sha'Nay-nay would fuck too. She had a special favorite but if he was occupied with his woman then it was whatever. If you had a few bucks or a sack of weed then you could get it. They weren't prostitutes in the typical sense, but if you had some dough you could fuck. Of course having sex with cute guys and getting paid was a win/win. Now, these guys wouldn't take them to eat or movies, but they would sponsor it. What better time to crack for money then when a man is about to cum. Of course he's gonna say yes
!
The raggedy little car sputtered to a stop a mile short of the club. This time no matter how fast Mary pushed, it wouldn't start again. Luckily, she was a true Ratchet Girl and didn't sweat the sweat stains in her hairy arm pits.
"Shit, looks like we gon’ hafta walk,” Sha’Nay-nay huffed. "Looks like Leroy gon’ get him some pussy tomorrow."
"For what? He cain’t fix a car worth shit! He probably made sure it's gonna break down just so he can fuck!"
"Well, he sure can work a body!" Sha'Nay-nay laughed, grinding seductively against the air.
"Girl you nasty, messing with that old man," Mary frowned. Like she hadn't sexed any men in their fifties, knowing she damn sure had.
"Yep, old man got a big dick and know how to use it. He got him a rhythm to his stroke, not just in out, in out," Sha'Nay-nay moaned, "plus, how you talking when you fucked the 'meat man'?
"Girl we was having a damn BBQ. Shit, I kept my little money. Got some meat and some meat." Mary laughed. She fucked the meat man, and then sucked off both the weed and bootleg man for entertainment.
"And what about when you fucked...uh oh, there go Kendall!" Sha'Nay-nay cheered as the local dope boy from their projects glided by. Mary just turned away seeing his baby mama in the passenger seat. Kendall pretended not to see her as well.
He and Mary had sex on a regular but she knew the rules; minimal conversation in public and none if baby mama Anitra was present. She hated the project Ratchet Girls with a passion.
They all grew up together and never got along. Mary won all their childhood fights so Anitra’s only weapon was being fly; dressing fly and shooting off her fly ass mouth.
Of course Mary had the last laugh by fucking Kendall more than her. Anitra was too fly to get down and dirty like he liked it. He never wore a condom with her which cost him thousands in abortions but neither seemed to mind. Any given day he might pop over and leave her a handful of cash to go along with the mouthful of semen. He also trusted her enough to stash small amounts of dope and dough at her place.
