by Sa'id Salaam
“I’m tryna put you on, but if you wanna be a hoe I got plenty of old broads that’ll pay for dick. Men too! You like ass boy?”
“No!” Billy pouted and swatted away a tear. Mandy’s laughter burned a whole in his soul as it cackled in his ear. “We’ll do it!”
“That’s more like it,” Leroy smiled and clapped his diamond laden hands. He’d won, but the love-struck look he aimed at Mandy needed to be addressed. He reached down and pulled his pimp stick from his pimp pants and said, “Huh, Bitch!”
Mandy accepted that he was talking to her being that she was the only bitch at the table and turned to reply. The exposed dick didn’t need explaining, so she leaned over and swallowed the tip. Byron giggled as her head went up and down under the table.
“Now, y’all take this to Man-Man over on 4th Street. Don’t open it or fuck with it!” Leroy warned as he placed a small envelope on the table. Byron reached for it but Leroy stopped him. “Nuh uh, him!”
Billy looked Leroy in the eye for the first time as he picked up the package. He held his gaze in an attempt to ignore the bobbing head on his lap. The slurping sounds however could not be ignored.
“Come on back and…hol’ up,” the pimp said frowning up. He made a big show of busting a nut in the girl’s mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and tossed his own from side to side. “Damn, it mane!”
“See you in a few,” Billy said having seen enough. He stood and turned from the table. Byron had to run to catch him at the door.
“Stop being rude mane! You gon’ fuck this up for us!” Byron warned once they were out on the sidewalk.
“If anybody fuck anything up it’s gon’ be you and your big ass mouth!” Billy spat angrily. Part of that anger came from Byron and his big mouth, but part of it also came from Leroy.
“What you talkin’ ‘bout? I don’t be saying nothin’ ‘bout nothin’!” Byron vowed. “On my mama!
“So, you ain’t tell Shawna she let me fuck?” he demanded.
“Huh?”
****
“Come on in,” Man-Man called from behind his door. The boys looked at each other for a second to decide what to do. Finally Billy shrugged and turned the knob.
“Whoa!” he said into the barrel of a huge revolver. “Leroy sent us!”
“He did? Come on in then!” Man-Man said pulling them both inside. “Where’s it at? Give it to me! Have a seat!”
Neither boy wanted to stay but when a man with a gun tells you to have a seat, you have a seat. Man-Man went into a trance as he pulled out his works to fix up a fix. Billy blinked his eyes when he recognized it as the same look that Shawna has on her face before they have sex. He shot a side eye glance at his partner and saw that he was mesmerized by the flame that danced under the spoon. They both could smell the bubbling heroin as it cooked.
“This that shit mane!” Man-Man cheered and pulled the drug into his syringe. He used his teeth and free hand to tie off his arm with a rubber hose.
Billy and Byron had opposite reactions when he ran the dope into his arm. Billy was utterly disgusted and vowed on the spot to never go out like that. Not Byron though, that shit excited him to no end. He could not wait to experience the feeling, which had spread the warm smile on the man’s face, for himself. It was the same one that had Mandy swaying and nodding to the beat of a different drummer.
“Let’s go, mane,” Billy whispered once Man-Man leaned forward into a deep dope fiend nod. He didn’t even hear then leave.
Chapter 7
“Yes Lawd!” Lady cheered when she entered the church. Her family was one of the first families inside which meant she was able to get a front row seat. She posted up on the front pew flanked by her children. “Oh, and Pastor Paul wanna have a word with you after the service.”
“For what?” Billy shot back in a tone that would’ve pulled the trigger on Lady’s back hand slap had they not been in church. His mother actually flinched from holding it back.
“Cuz yo’ teacher tol’ me you was being hardheaded!” Lady growled through clenched teeth. “She tol’ you to go up to the board and you said no.”
“Oh,” Billy said twisting his lips ruefully. A few days earlier he’d zoned in on Ms. Water’s ass as she wrote on the board. The twenty something year old teacher had a fat ass that had made him rock hard. No way was he going up in front of the class like that.
“Yes Lawdddd!” Pastor Paul’s deacon/hype-man co-signed. Had this been the eighties and not the sixties he would be saying ‘throw your hands in the air and wave ‘em like you just don’t care!’
“Yes Lawd!” Lady too agreed and then swooned as the flamboyant preacher put on. Billy did well in his battle not to laugh. He would save it for later and mock the man to his sister instead. Mary got a kick out of his Pastor Paul impersonation.
Billy felt his neck heating up and turned around to investigate why. He flinched when he saw Shonda staring hungrily at him. She licked her lips lustfully and winked. The naïve boy turned back to the show in the pulpit.
The side of his neck heated up next and when he turned in that direction it was Shawna staring. He whipped his head away only to come face to face with a thirsty Bernice. Billy was in high demand thanks to Shawna running her mouth.
Billy had a few dollars in his pocket but pretended he didn’t when the collection plate came through. It came back around two more times before the show came to an end.
“Thank God!” Billy grunted once it was over and stood to leave.
“Oh, no you don’t! You gotta stay and talk to Pastor. We’ll see you at the house,” Lady instructed.
“We ain’t goin’ to eat?” he asked in horror at the thought.
“We is. You, you gotta stay and talk to Pastor,” Lady replied sarcastically. Her tone did a three hundred and sixty degree change when the preacher approached. He was still glistening with sweat and his voice was raspy from his performance.
“Yes Lawd,” Pastor Paul greeted. He locked in on Billy as he shook Lady’s hand. “Is this the one been back talkin’?”
“Yassir,” Lady replied in her mock southern accent. “He need some talkin’ to!”
“And he ‘bout to get it,” Pastor assured her. She took in one last, long, lustful look at the preacher before turning to leave. She made sure to put a little extra in her walk just in case he was watching.
“Come on her’ boy,” the pastor said before walking off to give Billy a long pep talk. Billy missed most of it because he was busy worrying about the ham and yams he was missing out on at the buffet.
****
“I’ll buy my own plate!” Billy lamented as he walked home from church. He hated spending his money but since he had an appointment inside of Shawna he’d make back whatever he spent. He’d already made up in his mind that he was going to eat some pussy to cover his meal. “I’m gon’ get me a rib plate, some candy yams, collard gre-…”
“Pst,” Billy heard from behind some bushes. He decided it had nothing to do with him and kept on pushing. Until he heard it again followed by his name being called. “Pst, Billy. Over here.”
“Shonda?” he asked when his investigation showed the girl concealed behind some shrubs. She still had on the same fancy dress she’d worn to church and she had the same thirsty look in her eyes.
“Yeah, it’s me. I need to see you ‘fo you go over to Shawna’s house,” she said which explained why she was hiding in the bushes on her friend’s street. Shawna had bragged about getting some wood after church and her friend had set an ambush.
“I gotta go…holla at her cuz…”
‘I’ll pay you double! Now, come on!’ Shonda demanded and led the way. Billy lagged back to look at her ass and saw she had plenty of it.
“We gotta hurr’ up cuz my mama will be here after a while,” Shonda explained when she got him inside. She produced ten bucks from her purse and proceeded to strip.
Billy watched her undress as he did the same. Whereas Shawna was high yellow Shonda was almost jet
black. She had a set of big black titties that were capped by lumpy dark nipples. Her round belly sat atop a dense crop of pubic hair that surrounded her plump vagina.
“Damn!” Shonda said, shaking her head at Billy’s large erection. She laid back on her bed and spread both her legs and lips.
“Damn!” Billy repeated as he got a peek at her pink insides. He inched closer and continued to marvel at the glistening black box for a few more seconds before plunging inside. He took a few slow strokes, just the way Shawna had taught him, but Shonda wouldn’t hear of it.
“Un uh Boy, you gon’ fuck me!” she demanded as she grabbed his hips. The girl then proceeded to slam him in and out of her until he got the picture. Billy planted his feet and commenced to pounding.
“The upper room…” Shonda’s mama sang as she entered her house. The forty something year old woman was just as black as her daughter but where her daughter was heavy she had the same tight shape she’d had twenty years ago. She’d only gotten two steps inside before she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex in the air.
“Get…this…pussy!” Shonda demanded as her mother marched down the hall. “I’m finna…cum!”
“You finna get yo’ fat ass out my house!” Donna corrected as she bust into her daughter’s room. Luckily for Shonda she’d just gotten off before her mother intruded.
“It’s not what it looks like, Mama!” she swore and pushed the boy up and out of her.
“Gal, it look li…oh my!” her mama said pausing when she got a glance at Billy’s dick. It looked splendid, all hard and wet. The older woman cocked her head to the side and moved in closer for a closer look. “You Miss Lady’s boy, ain’t you?”
“Yessum Ma’am,” he said lowering his head in shame. His mother was going to lose her mind when she found out about this. Just thinking about it caused his erection to begin to deflate.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Donna said and grabbed the young boy’s dick. She used the slippery fluid left on it by her daughter to stroke it back erect. “Hold my purse, gal!”
“Mama!” Shonda shrieked. “What you doin’?”
“Shit, I’m finna get me some of this here dick! Um hm,” the woman vowed.
Billy didn’t know what to say. When she put her mouth on him he realized that there was nothing that needed to be said. Shonda pouted and stormed out while her mama sucked the boy off. She vigorously stroked his shaft while working her mouth. The combination did the trick and young Billy exploded on her tonsils.
“Now you won’t be cumming all quick,” she explained as she came out of her church clothes. She threw them right on top of her daughter’s before pushing Billy back on the bed.
“I’m finna ride this thang!” she proclaimed and climbed on top of him. She hadn’t had any dick in a decade so it took a minute for her to work him inside. Once she did she was ready to ride. “Ya, gitty up!”
Billy lay there in shock as the woman old enough to be his mama rode him hard and fast. A convulsion overcame the woman as she came, but she fought through it and kept on riding. Donna got her a couple more nuts before she finally slumped over to the side totally spent.
“Let me get some more too, Mama. I paid for it,” Shonda protested from the doorway.
“Mama got money too,” she said catching her breath for another ride. It was well after dark before Billy finally got out of there. He was thirty dollars richer when he set out to find his partner Byron.
“Where the hell you been?” Byron demanded to know when Billy found him in the pool hall. He sounded angry but was really just lonely. He heard the gruff tone himself and passed the stick he’d been smoking on as a peace offering. Billy looked at the weed for a second before deciding to take it.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I tol’ you,” he swore and took a drag. He would’ve believed him, but he would’ve also probably ran over to Shonda’s house and tried to fuck her and her mama too.
“Anyway, I’m glad you her’. Leroy got some work for us.”
Chapter 8
“I’on know ‘bout this?” Billy warned as they ran errands for Leroy. They’d already made three deliveries and still had three more to go. The five bucks per stop beat what he could get out of his Buffalo Gals, but was a lot less fun.
“Don’t know ‘bout what? We getting’ rich! Plus Leroy gon’ give us a couple of sticks, plus…he let me fuck Mandy!” Byron bragged.
“He did?” Billy asked wide eyed from surprise and just a tinge of jealousy. The crush he had on the girl was long gon’ along with her morals, but it still left a stain on his mind.
“Sho’ did! I was like…and…” he shot back demonstrating his stroke in mid-air. An old lady scrunched her face in disgust as she passed by the boy humping the air.
Byron left out the part about her being in a deep nod while he had sex with her. She had moved up from snorting and now mainlined heroin. It was a good thing that he’d enjoyed it so much because she’d missed it.
-In the future, human workers will actually be replaced by robots. Back in the day they used heroin to accomplish the same effect-. Most of Leroy’s whores fucked and sucked their day away on full auto pilot. Their minds and bodies were both numb from the powerful opiate. The cold hearted pimp made sure to let them feel a hint of the sickness of withdrawal before he swooped in and saved the day.
Leroy started Byron and Billy off on reefer and wine to ease their way into addiction. Still, he knew the strong willed Dollar Bill wouldn’t be so easy to turn out. Unlike Byron, Billy could earn money without him.
“Here we go,” Billy said when they arrived at Man-Man’s. Once again he greeted them with a pistol and forced them inside. Again they watched him shoot up and go into a deep nod. They took that as their cue to leave and left him with his chin on his chest.
“I’ma get me a line,” Byron said confidently. It sounded like a proclamation but he was really seeking permission.
“And you gon’ end up like that fool in there!” Billy shouted… We coulda went in that nigga’s pockets and took err’thang he had!”
“Sho’ coulda!” Byron shouted coming to a stop. He thought about running back and doing just that but knew that Billy wouldn’t go for it. He decided to save it for a rainy day and started back to the pool hall instead.
****
“There go yo’ lil’ boyfriend,” Leroy teased when he saw the youngsters walk in.
“Who?” Mandy asked frowning as if it would help her see better. The joke was wasted on her since she didn’t remember having sex with Byron. She assumed he meant the handsome boy next to him and nodded her head. “Mm hm.”
“All done!” Byron cheered proudly when they reached the booth. If he were a puppy his tail would’ve been wagging. He wasn’t so the bright smile had to suffice.
“Good job lil niggas,” Leroy nodded passing each of them a brand new twenty dollar bill. “Here’s a lil’ somethin’ extra fo’ being quick about it.”
“Thank ya,” they both recited, as they’d been taught at home.
“Oh yeah,” he remembered and pulled out his cigarette case. He flicked the fancy sterling silver case open and displayed the neatly rolled sticks of reefer inside. He plucked out two and paused before plucking out one more.
“His birthday tomorrow!” Byron blurted in hopes that it would warrant another stick. Apparently it did because the pimp went back in for one more.
“Sho’ nuff! How ol’ you gon’ be boy?” Leroy asked. He guessed he would say seventeen or eighteen judging by his size and the way that he carried himself. And he may have if Byron hadn’t answered for him.
“He gon’ be fifteen! He just big fo’ his age! Most people think he older than me…” he rambled before getting cut off.
“Swing back by tomorrow and I’ll let you take a spin in young Mandy here,” the pimp pimped. Mandy ran her eyes up and down but kept her mouth closed.
“Ok,” Billy agreed even though he had no intentions to do so. In fact he had plans with Lady and Mary ju
st like he’d had for every birthday he could remember.
****
“Get it! Get it! Get it!” Lady demanded as she threw it back. She squeezed her vagina as tightly as it would go hoping to squeeze a few more dollars out of the man behind her.
Billy could hear the sounds of sex clear out on the porch when he came home. He contemplated turning around to leave but had nowhere to go. Besides the weed and wine he’d consumed had him extra tired, so he pushed on inside and headed to bed.
“Oh!” Mary shouted in shock when her younger brother walked in on her. She quickly snatched her hand out of her panties where they’d been busy. The poor girl wasn’t getting no dick so she’d resorted to jacking off while listening to her mother getting some.
She was the only one of The Buffalo Gals who wasn’t getting any dick. Bernice had also gotten wind of Billy’s good wood and gotten in the rotation. More pussy meant more money, but more money often lead to more problems.
“My bad,” Billy explained once he processed what he’d walked in on. They shared an awkward silence until screams from the next room broke it.
“I’m…finna…cum!” Lady’s vagina’s guest announced between last second thrust. Lady scrambled to turn around to offer her mouth since that always got a tip. A real crowd pleaser and favorite.
“Mm hm,” Lady hummed, nodded, and swallowed. The trick did the trick for the trick and he pulled out his wallet before he even pulled out of her mouth.
Lady slipped into her worn gown and house coat while her guest put back on his uniform. The cop earned a little extra money in the streets and he used it to buy a little extra pussy. His wife never missed it since she wasn’t aware of it. No record of it meant no accountability for it as far as he was concerned.
“See you next week?” Lady asked as she escorted him through her now empty living room. Billy had gone to his room and was now face down in his bed, while Mary was in the tub on her back letting a trickle of water run on her lonely vagina. She covered her mouth with one of her chubby hands when she felt, a hard fought for, nut on the way.
