Juicy: The Complete Series

by Nicety

  “Mmmm, thanks baby. I needed that.” Lexi said attempting to catch her breath.

  “Baby? Bitch, did you take a Yomper?” Pandora bellowed heatedly.

  Lexi gawked at her, smiling and shaking her head in assurance. She loved her sister in more ways than one, but Kojack was a good fuck and it was not fair that she got to have him all to herself. She figured if they were all fucking, then they should all fuck, no restrictions. Pandora’s anger read on her face like an open book. It was dreadful to look in her face so they both just laid in the bed rubbing on each other as if to indicate a job well done.

  “Kojack, you know she’s only sixteen, right?” Pandora spat.

  “Yeah right. Quit playing. Don’t no sixteen year old roll her pussy or suck dick like that.” Kojack said sarcastically.

  “No, it’s true. She’s my little sister. Tell him, Lex.” Pandora retorted.

  Lexi put her head down, shaking it in shame at the way her sister was behaving. She had done everything that Pandora had wanted her to and still she wasn’t satisfied enough to share her wealth. Pandora stood there with a devilish grin on her face crossing her arms in enjoyment.

  “What? Sixteen? Awe, shit I’m going to jail, man!” Kojack snapped as he rose up from the bed to find his clothes. “And you fucking your little sister?”

  “Well, technically, she’s fucking me because I’ve never touched her. She just likes to eat my pussy.” Pandora spat happily.

  “Wait, Kojack! I’ll be seventeen next month. It’s only rape if somebody tricks!” Lexi pleaded.

  Kojack hadn’t heard shit either of them said. He was focused on getting the fuck out of there before anything kicked off. The tension in the air was so thick you couldn’t cut it with a chainsaw. Pandora stood there with her arms crossed seemingly happy at the mess she had made. She wasn’t about to let another sister come in and ruin what she had finally gotten back.

  “I’ll call you later, babe.” She said as he kissed her on his way out the door.

  She tasted the salty pussy leftovers of Lexi on his tongue as he kissed her. She was beyond scorched at the fact that it was in his mouth and now in hers as well. Lexi sat up on the bed mad as hell at Pandora’s cock blocking antic. The look on her face told her that she didn’t give a flying fuck what she felt about it either.

  “I see how it is. You claim you love us but you only love yourself. I suck your pussy, so why the fuck can’t he suck mine, Pandora.” Lexi spat.

  Pandora knew she was angry. Lexi had never called her Pandora for anything.

  “Because he’s mine, Lexi. You knew that. Now fucking me is one thing but he’s my man. Mine!” Pandora snapped.

  “Bitch, I helped you get him back. And if memory serves me correctly, you stole him from Di. So you didn’t even get him fair and square.” Lexi spat while her perky tits bounced effortlessly as she got up to find her clothes.

  “So what! He’s mine now. You’re bogus for even trying to fuck him, knowing we’re together.” Pandora retorted as she got up to hop in the shower.

  “You stupid, bitch. You fucked with the wrong one.” Lexi mumbled under her breath as she headed for the door but was halted by Maxwell singing on her phone.

  “Who this?”

  “Is this Alexis Burden?”

  “Who wants to know?”

  “We have your sister, Diamond Burden, in the hospital and she has you listed you as next of kin.”

  “Oh my God! Is she okay? Where is she?”

  “She’s at Northwest Community Hospital in Schaumburg. Do you know where that is?”

  “Yeah, bitch. I ain’t slow. What happened to my sister?”

  “Hmph, well, I’ll let her tell you when you get here…Bitch!”

  Lexi threw her phone back in her pocket figuring she would deal with whoever that was later. She darted to the bathroom, pulling the shower curtain back abruptly as she spat to Pandora the conversation she had just had. Pandora seemed unaffected by everything she was saying as she continued to wash her ass. Lexi wanted to smack the fuck out of her and she would have if she weren’t her ride to the hospital. She waited an entire forty-five minutes while Pandora dolled herself and flawlessly fixed her makeup. She tossed her hair much like the white girls do when they play those conceited roles on TV. Then she finally made her debut in the living room.

  “Aight. I’m ready.” She said grabbing her keys and heading towards the door.

  “Skank.” Lexi retorted, shaking her head in disappointment.

  Chapter 12- Blood Brothers

  Tino sat in his living room adorned by his bitches watching his favorite show, Love and Hip Hop. It was a marathon and he had missed a few episodes since his brother’s death weeks ago so he decided to catch up on them. He sat in his boxers itching away at something in his crotch and coughing up blood heavily. He spat it into a nearby Big Gulp cup filled with the same contents and continued to smoke his blunt laced with coke, a wicked stick. The asshole in him didn’t even give two thoughts to Diamond’s whereabouts or health. Bitches didn’t mean shit to him, especially since he was dying. He figured he shouldn’t have to care about anyone who didn’t care about him. All they wanted was money and he lingered them around long enough to let them think they were getting it.

  None of Tino’s friends, however, knew about his condition. He lied to them about it always spinning them off to some other miscellaneous disease like Lupus or Whipple’s disease. The females that sat up under him all the time were bitches that were just like him. They all had full blown AIDS and decided they would all take care of each other and fuck each other since the damage was done already. Tino didn’t give a shit about them either. They were there to be his muses, nothing more.

  “Get up and go make me a sandwich.” He demanded pointing to one of the girls who was sitting on the floor shooting up.

  She ignored him, waiting for her dope to kick in.

  “Ay! Didn’t I say get up and make me a got damn sandwich?” He barked again.

  “I can’t daddy, I’m busy.” The girl said rocking back and forth.

  She couldn’t have been any older than Diamond was but her body indicated she had already seen far much more. Her hair was done up in micro braids that he had paid for and she wore a ton of makeup because he told her that she needed to look good around him. But her face made her appear sixty years old and was damn near disfigured from all the beatings Tino delivered before she decided to comply with his every beck and call. She was actually fourteen when she first met Tino who stole her virginity throwing money in her face. He took her on various shopping sprees to Coach and Fendi, places she could not otherwise afford. When her mother took her to the doctor and found out she was four months pregnant with AIDS, she kicked her out on the street never to hear from her again. She had the baby on a filthy bathroom floor of a homeless shelter and left it there to go live with Tino.

  “Man you ain’t shit but a damn junkie. You ‘bout to get out too.” Tino said as he snatched his ringing phone from the end table checking the number on the display.

  “No daddy. Don’t put me out. I’ll be good.” She said as calmly and quietly as she could.

  “Yeah, who dis?”

  “What up, baby! Dis Shug.”

  “What’s da demonstration killa?”

  “Man, think I might have the science on your fam’s murder. Ya’ feel me?”

  “What? Spit it out nigga!” Tino rose weak and out of breath.

  His disease was kicking him in the ass on this day though most days he was okay. He was about to take his pills but he needed to eat first. He grew hungrier and angrier at the chick sitting on the floor high as a kite but too lazy to go fix him some food. He began coughing and sat back down, pointing to one of his older chicks that never gave him any fever about doing shit. She got up at the snap of his fingers and headed to the kitchen.

  “You aight, nigga?” Shug said listening to all the commotion in the background.

  “What’s the info you got?” Tino s
aid cleaning his mouth with his sleeve, ignoring his question.

  “Heard it was a set up sting by some bitches, some broads from the hood, Joe. Straight up. I think they working for one of them cats on the block, man, but ain’t nobody saying.” Shug replied.

  He glanced over at his naked informant walking his fingers down to the crack of his ass and sticking one inside. A deep moan engulfed the room as the man scooted over in between Shug’s legs and began going to work on his dick.

  "Yeah baby, them sluts were the last ones with him." Shug continued.

  “Some bitches huh? Y’all know who?” Tino spat spitting blood in his cup.

  “Naw not yet. But I hear there’s some new shit out here all the cluckers on it. It’s like that Ether out here nigga.” Shug spat.

  “Find out fool. Hit me back.” Tino retorted roughly.

  “I got you nigga. You know I ain’t gon’ let fam go out like that. That shit was dirty, dog.”

  Tino wasn’t trying to hear all that extra shit Shug spat. He wasn’t feeling well and he was ready to get the fuck off the phone so he could get over the sick spell he was in. Shug went on and on about how he loved them and how they were all family but the truth was half the niggas on the block were pissed off that they didn’t get to Sun first.

  “Yeah…one.” Tino said as he hung up in mid-conversation.

  He turned his attention back on the junkie sitting in the middle of his floor. She was worthless in his eyes, a waste of space. All she did was flush her life down the drain and pumped what was left of it straight into her arm. He watched as she rocked and rubbed her arms profusely chanting something no one could understand. Everyone was tired of watching her go through withdrawals and fall in and out of consciousness.

  “Who gave her that shit man?” Tino asked irritably.

  No one wanted to fess up. When Tino got mad, beatings ensued and they weren’t prepared to deal with that. He looked down at all four of them wondering what was taking them so long to come clean. The cold piece of metal soothing the side of his leg, sitting in between the couch cushions alerted him of its presence, pressing firmly against his leg. He pulled it out pointing it down to them. The older woman came back with a hefty turkey and cheese sandwich with tomatoes that looked like a Panini. It was the only thing that excited him as he took three big chumps of it.

  “Delicious. Now that’s a bottom bitch.” He said bouncing a little from the warm gooey taste in his mouth. “So, who gave her that shit?” He asked again even more pissed off than he was at first and with even less energy.

  He pulled his pills out from under the table and popped five of them from different bottles, into his mouth swallowing with no problem. His bottom bitch raised her hand confessing to his question.

  “It was me daddy. She kept hounding me for it. So I gave her some of mine.” She said taking a seat on the floor.

  “You?” he spat.

  She shook her head at him, not worried about the consequence. She figured she had just made him happy with the sandwich so she had bought herself a free ticket. Tino stared at her then back at the sandwich. He was in love with it, it seemed as he bounced up and down like a child. Once he had devoured the whole thing he stared down at the empty plate for a few minutes wondering where it had all went.

  “You fixed me one sandwich and now it’s all gone.” Tino barked, snatching the gun from the couch and blasting the woman right between the eyes.

  Her body flew back cracking her dome when she hit the floor. The other girls looked in horror at the scene amazed at how fast it had happened. Tino felt a smidgen of his strength coming back. He looked over at the girl still rocking back and forth, talking to herself and unscathed from what had just went down. She brought her big toe up to her mouth and began sucking on it, loving the salty taste as her wrinkly tits dangled left and right. Without warning and with the quickness, Tino reached up and shot her in the head as well.

  “Now pick this shit up and bury it out back. Six feet bitches.” He ordered sitting back on the couch.

  He tossed the piece on the glass coffee table in front of him and rolled him up another wicked stick. He wasn’t concerned with the other girls and their struggle to clean up the brain matter that had splattered around the walls and floors or their unwillingness to move and bury two heavy dead bodies. Tino was only concerned with his own well being because that’s who mattered the most.

  ****

  Keisha was rolling in so much dough she didn’t know what to do. Pandora or Lexi hadn’t stopped by for the day to make the drops like they usually did and business was getting mad hectic over there at the set. She called and called but the both of their phones just kept ringing and going to voicemail. It was a sweltering 98° degrees in that garage and she was tired of being back there by herself. No one was out there helping her to tame the fiends and to decline the shorts with authority.

  “What you need?” She spat.

  “Give me one.” The clucker said quietly.

  Keisha handed the small baggie to the smelly dirty young girl as she walked off in a hurry. Left and right cluckers came for their packages. She was tired of being there alone and didn’t want to work the set anymore. She closed the garage door after the last clucker and went in to check on her mother. Ms. Rita was laid back without a care in the world enjoying the frozen air that blew from the old air conditioner posted in her window.

  “Ma. Ma, wake up.” Keisha said tapping Ms. Rita’s toe gently.

  “Yeah…what Keish damn!” Ms. Rita snapped waking out of her slumber.

  “I closed the set. I’m done.” She retorted.

  “Oh okay. Pandora closed it for today?” Ms. Rita asked turning over to reposition her sore leg.

  “No, I’m shutting this shit down. I don’t want to be here by myself without them doing this. What if somebody tries to rob me and shit? It’s not safe for us.” Keisha spat angrily.

  Ms. Rita immediately jumped up gawking at her daughter. She knew her taste everyday would be gone if Keisha didn’t work the garage and that simply couldn’t happen. Keisha fiddled with her hair and sucked her thumb in an elementary type way. She observed as her mother reached underneath the bed and pulled out an old shoebox, handing it to her.

  “Here, you can use this.” Ms. Rita said.

  Keisha opened the box revealing a long black Glock. She wondered where the hell her mother had gotten this shit. There was no way she was going to use that on anybody, especially since she had no idea how to even use something like that. She had never seen nor held a gun in her life and in truth was deathly afraid of them.

  “Ma, I can’t take this. I don’t even know how to use this.” She spat pushing the box away.

  “Listen Keish, I ain’t gon’ be here much longer and you need to think about your future. That money is going to help you when I’m gone.” Ms. Rita spat, taking the gun out and showing her how to use it.

  “What about your life insurance, ma?”

  “That shit ain’t much and then you can sell the house for some change but after burying me you probably only gonna have about $3000 in cash left. That ain’t enough to take care of you.”

  “Well, I’ll get a job or go back to school, ma. But I ain’t gotta do this shit.” Keisha spat getting a feel for the gun in her hand realizing how easy it actually was.

  “Girl, quit being a cry baby now and get your ass out there and make that money. A little extra ain’t never hurt nobody and you gon’ thank me when Pandora makes you rich. Get on.” Ms. Rita spat placing her head back down on the pillow turning away from her daughter’s complaints.

  Chapter 13- Your Life

  Diamond shuffled through her sheets, gawking at all of the gadgets and wires hooked up to her. She looked around noticing that she wasn’t in a regular unit of the hospital, and wondered what unit it was. The blood was cleaned from her face but it was still a little swollen and her eye was only slightly shut. She could see the nurse’s station was directly across from her room and the unit
seemed to go in a circle as she could see the other rooms down and across the hall. There were screams of torture and cries of pain coming from some of the rooms. It began to creep her out as she punched the call button for the nurse.

  “Yes.” A lady said over the intercom in her room.

  “Um, can someone come talk to me about how I got here? I don’t know why I’m here.” She said as she scooted up in the bed.

  “Just sit tight.” The lady said hanging up.

  The room had all kinds of monitors and machines going, tracking everything her body did. It was like being a caged animal that couldn’t break free. Her hair was wild resembling mangy fur. A thin nurse slid her room door open and entered headed straight for the beeping machines.

  “What ya’ need darling?” She asked just as cool as can be.

  “How the fuck did I get here?” Diamond spat trying to take the needles out of her arms.

  “Whoa! No need for the obscenities.” The nurse said in a stern tone batting her hands from the needles. “I will tell you what you need to know but respect is key. Now when they found you, you was on a bus stop bench laid out there like you were dead. So when the bus came, the driver called it in and here you are. You’re a lucky one.”

  “Bus stop?” She asked looking puzzled.

  The last thing she remembered was Tino talking shit about putting her out his house and then she woke up in a hospital. The nurse had a concerned look on her face like there was more but she did not want to say. Diamond peeped the look uncertain if she even wanted to know the rest but curiosity killed her.