The Dopefiend

by JaQuavis Coleman

  “Damn, nigga. That feels so good,” she whispered as she began to speed up, feeling an explosive orgasm coming. Millie was a squirter, so all of her juices leaked onto Mouse as they shot from her vagina like a small faucet. That sight alone made Mouse get hornier as he began to reach his own climax. Mouse’s body jerked and Millie quickly jumped off of him, knowing that she had done her job. Mouse’s body shook briefly and his toes cracked as he tried to sit up but ended up landing flat on his back in the middle of the queen-sized bed at the Holiday Inn. Mouse was addicted to Millie’s sexual performances that she had been giving him frequently. Her sex was the best he had ever had and he never expected that coming from an addict. His mind instantly began to think about her girl, Hazel. He wondered if she was as good as Millie.

  “What was li’l mama name that you was with awhile back? With the fat ass. She gets down?” Mouse asked, referring to tricking for money or dope.

  “You talking about Hazel? No, that’s my baby! She’s off-limits, Mouse. She green to the game anyway. She doesn’t even get high anymore. She is off-limits, you hear me?” Millie said with a stern tone, being overprotective of Hazel as she grabbed a towel and dried off her inner thighs. She then reached for her pack of Newports and pulled one out, placing it between her middle and index fingers, lighting it, and taking a deep pull.

  “Okay, okay,” Mouse half laughed as he propped up on his elbows, knowing that he hit a nerve by asking Millie that. “I was just saying,” he said as he watched Millie get up and head to the bathroom. Her petite ass made him think about round two and the gap in between her legs gave him nice view of her hanging vagina as she disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Anyway, she so far up that nigga Seven’s ass . . . she ain’t trying to fuck nothing but him,” Millie yelled while she cleaned up. Mouse couldn’t believe his ears. He sat up at the sound of Seven’s name and a light bulb popped up in his head.

  “Seven?” he asked, playing dumb and trying to get more information out of her.

  “Yeah, this nigga from the north side. She’s living with him now. He’s helping her out and she got her shit together and quit doing drugs.”

  “Word? That’s his girl a’ something?” he asked, growing more interested by the second.

  “Naw, she just a friend, I guess. The nigga trying to play Superman and keep her clean,” Millie said as she got into the shower.

  Mouse had a bitter taste in his mouth about Seven because of him shorting the brick of Lady Luck awhile back. Seven had also cut him off and his drug operation had suffered because of it. The dope connect that he had currently was more expensive and a lower grade of quality. He promised himself that when he could get Seven back, he would. The golden door of opportunity presented itself to him and he was about to walk through it with pistols.

  “She lives with him, huh? Do you know where the spot is?” Mouse said as he sat up and smiled. He was willing to give Millie as much dope as she wanted for the valuable information. He was about to show Seven that shorting him was the worst move he could ever make.

  Bottles of champagne flowed into flute glasses and eventually into the stomachs of everyone on the yacht, except Seven’s; he was just enjoying the scenery. He sat back and observed the spacious dance floor while slowing bobbing his head to latest R and B hit. He watched as Hazel danced with Hassan, flowing angelically as Hassan guided her movements. Her dress blossomed at the bottom as Hassan spun her around while they laughed together. GiGi danced with one of Hassan’s goons on the other side of the floor since Seven had turned her down earlier. Seven never danced, he would always just sat back and watch like only a gangster would. He sipped on a glass of water and raised his glass to Rah who was slow grinding on his date. Seven focused back on Hassan and Hazel and noticed how he held Hazel close and he began to thrust his hips to her like a Latin dancer. Seven got heated, but didn’t let it show. GiGi periodically would glance over at Seven, hoping that he would get jealous and cut in, but he never did. His attention was on Hazel and the look on Hazel’s face made him become more attracted to her by the second. She was smiling and she seemed like she was having a great time. That alone made Seven grow a small smirk. The current song ended and the sounds of Jackson 5’s “I’ll Be There” sounded through the speakers. The melodic tune was familiar to everyone in attendance and gasps and claps erupted, everyone remembering the late King of Pop.

  “This is my song,” Hazel yelled as she threw both of her hands in the air and snapped them while swaying back and forth, temporarily closing her eyes, immersing herself into the classic song. She looked over at Seven and saw him smirking and it was as if she read his mind. Whatever he was feeling at that exact moment, she felt the same thing. She told Hassan that she would finish dancing with him later and turned in the direction of Seven. Hassan put his hands on his chest in disappointment and smiled.

  “You’re leaving me, sweetheart? You’re breaking my heart,” he said jokingly as he grabbed a glass of champagne from the bypassing waitress. “I have to dock the boat anyway. Our stop is coming up,” Hassan said, referring to the small dock stop a few miles away.

  Hazel made her way over to Seven and never once did they break eye contact, both of them smiling while gazing into each other’s eyes. Hazel slowly approached Seven and grabbed both of his hands, pulling him up to his feet

  “Uh-uh, ma. You know better,” Seven said while smiling. “I don’t dance.”

  “Please, Seven. This is my song,” Hazel begged as she began to pout her lips and gave him her puppy dog eyes. Seven smiled and shook his head as they both began to chuckle. He reluctantly let her lead him to the dance floor. Rah looked at Hazel leading Seven onto the dance floor and couldn’t believe that she had gotten him to slow dance.

  “Aw shit! Seven ’bout to cut a rug!” Rah acknowledged as he laughed and continued to dance with his date.

  “Chill out,” Seven mumbled while shaking his head and grinning as Hazel led him to the middle of the floor. Hazel wrapped her hands around Seven’s neck and looked up at him. Seven didn’t do too much dancing; he just swayed back and forth while looking back down at her.

  “Thank you for bringing me here. I never seen anything like this,” Hazel admitted.

  “It’s beautiful, right?” Seven smoothly added with his signature low, even baritone.

  “Yeah, it is. I have something to tell you, Seven.”

  “What’s that, Miss Hazel Brown?” Seven said as he looked at Hazel and leaned in close to her, grinning. He wanted to kiss her, but he immediately thought about GiGi who was only a few yards away from them dancing, not even paying attention to their intimate encounter. Seven stepped back away from Hazel and looked over at GiGi who was now looking at them. She placed her hands on her hips and strutted toward them.

  “Oh shit. Here she goes,” Rah said as he smiled and joked with Seven. Rah already knew how GiGi could act sometimes. He had witness her wild out on Seven plenty of times and he knew something was about to pop off, and he had a front row seat to the show GiGi was about to put on.

  “Damn,” Seven whispered under his breath and he dropped his head and shook it from side to side, knowing that GiGi was about to act a straight fool.

  “What the fuck is all this?” GiGi asked as she stepped in between them, facing Seven, with her hip cocked to the side while resting her right hand on it.

  “Chill. It ain’t even like that, G,” Seven said, trying to calm her down. He put both of his hands in front of himself trying to get GiGi to fall back.

  “Fuck that! You all in this bitch face cheesing and shit!” she said as she snapped her neck trying to emphasize her point.

  “Who you calling a bitch?” Hazel said as she grabbed GiGi by her shoulder, spinning her around. “I ain’t the one! I got your bitch all right,” Hazel retorted as she quickly took off her earrings in one swift motion. Before GiGi could respond, Seven pulled her back and told Hazel calmly to leave. Everyone began to look at the brewing fiasco and was waiting for so
mething to happen. It seemed like everyone had stopped dancing and all eyes were on them at that point.

  “Let me handle this, Hazel,” Seven exclaimed.

  “You better control your bitch then. I’m five seconds off that ass, please believe me!” Hazel said, ready to give GiGi what she had been asking for . . . an ass whooping. GiGi mugged Hazel until Hazel eventually smacked her lips and followed Seven’s request, not wanting to ruin the night.

  “Look, G. You got to stop tripping. I told you before: me and her are not like that. She is like my family.”

  “Fuck that family shit. She want to fuck you, and the way you acting, you want to fuck her too,” GiGi said, getting more upset as she thought about Seven dancing with Hazel and not her, after she practically begged him for thirty minutes straight only to get turned down.

  “Fuck that supposed to mean?” Seven asked, not making any facial expression. He was calm, cool, and collected, which only made GiGi more irate.

  “Fuck you and that bitch. I’ma end up quitting yo’ ass over that dopehead ho. Watch!”

  That was all Seven needed to hear. He was about tired of GiGi anyway. The boat was approaching the dock and he saw Hassan at the top steering the yacht, shirtless, with a bottle in his hand, and got a great idea.

  “You know what, you right. I’m tripping, G,” Seven said. GiGi smiled, thinking that she had Seven wrapped around her finger.

  “Yo’, let’s go over here and talk,” Seven suggested as he grabbed GiGi’s hand and guided her over to the ledge. As GiGi walked over, thinking that Seven was about to baby her, he did the complete opposite. He scooped her up and tossed her out of the boat, causing everyone to burst out into laughter. They were only a few feet away from the dock so he knew that the water eventually would get shallow and she wouldn’t drown. He knew GiGi was a great swimmer, so he didn’t feel bad at all for tossing her overboard. Just for good measure he grabbed a life jacket and tossed it overboard right along with her ass.

  “Aghhh!” she yelled as fell butt first into the water. She doggy paddled and couldn’t believe what had just happened. Seven had done it so fast, she never saw it coming.

  “Have a nice life, ma!” Seven said while laughing, not being able to contain himself. It was one of the funniest things he had ever seen.

  “I hate you!’ GiGi yelled after she spit water from her mouth and floated. She was more embarrassed than anything. Everyone rushed over to the ledge, including Hazel, and laughed at her as she doggy paddled toward the dock.

  “Catch a cab home!” Seven yelled as he went into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash and let it rain into the water. He looked back at Hassan who was watching from the top, laughing his ass off, almost rolling on the floor. “Yo’, let’s stop at the next dock!” Seven yelled up, wanting to leave GiGi there alone with the tourists and dockworkers.

  “No problem, my friend,” Hassan said as he began to turn the boat. GiGi finally got to the dock and the dockworkers helped her get on the boardwalk. She immediately threw up her middle finger and was steaming mad. Seven then grabbed Hazel and gave her a short, wet kiss, only aggravating GiGi that much more as she watched. The yacht drifted off, leaving her feeling dumb and alone. Everyone on the boat held up their drinks, agitating GiGi even more.

  A chill went up Hazel’s body as Seven’s lips touched hers. He gave her a feeling that no man had ever given her. She knew at that moment she wanted no one else but him. He looked into her eyes and gently rubbed her lower cheek with his the back of his hand. Without saying anything, he said so much . . . Seven was falling for her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  It was just approaching midnight and Hassan’s yacht was on cruise as they headed back home. Hassan and Seven were inside of the captain’s quarters. The room’s floor was red velvet and was spacious and luxurious. Hassan stood in the big front window that overlooked the main deck. He had both hands behind his back as he watched his guests dance the night away.

  Natasha, Hassan’s leading lady, stood behind the bar listening in on their conversation as she always did.

  “Seven, it is a beautiful night. Don’t you agree?” he asked as he turned around, smiling.

  “Yeah, it’s cool,” Seven answered as he watched Natasha come from behind the bar and hand Hassan a small glass of cognac. Hassan gently kissed Natasha on the cheek and whispered something in her ear. Natasha quickly nodded her head and exited the room. Seven automatically knew that Hassan had just requested privacy for Seven and himself. Hassan watched Natasha leave and then focused his attention on Seven.

  “You sure you don’t want a drink?” Hassan asked as he raised his glass.

  “You know better,” Seven said as he smirked.

  Hassan smiled as he took a sip and pointed at Seven. “ I had to try,” he said as he began to pace the room slowly.

  “This is a nice boat. I might get me one of these,” Seven said as he took another look around and began to rub the velvet couch he sat on.

  “You have a long way to get one of these. Many more bricks to flip, my friend.”

  Seven didn’t like Hassan’s answer. He took it as him trying to say that he couldn’t get on Hassan’s level, but Seven chalked it up to Hassan’s arrogance rather than disrespect. I’ma get one, homeboy, trust, Seven thought as he nodded his head up and down.

  “We always talk bricks. Let’s talk about other goods . . . you know . . . more precious merchandise,” Hassan suggested while continuing to pace the floor.

  “What might that be? More precious merchandise?” Seven asked, not understanding what exactly Hassan was getting at.

  “Let’s cut to the chase, my friend. That lady down there . . . Hazel. She is a very attractive woman,” Hassan said as he stopped in his tracks and looked Seven in the eyes. “I want to feel that pussy and I will pay top dollar for her,” he said bluntly, meaning every single word.

  “What?” Seven asked, not believing what Hassan was getting at.

  “You heard me. I said . . . I want to feel that pussy. So, what’s it going to cost me?” he asked just before he downed the last of his cognac.

  “First of all, that’s not my woman and I’m not her pimp. Second, she isn’t for sale.” Seven sat up, totally feeling disrespected. But then he had to realize that Hazel wasn’t his girl and he had to stick to the script. “She’s a big girl, so you should approach her yourself and not through me. I have nothing to do with that,” Seven added.

  “Okay, I think I will,” Hassan said, feeling the tension in the room. He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “We are close to shore. So, if you would excuse me, I have to captain the ship,” he said as he turned his back to Seven and looked out the window that overlooked the lower deck, once again placing his hands behind his back. Seven quickly scoffed and shook his head as he got up and left Hassan in the room alone.

  When Seven reached the bottom deck, he saw Hazel sitting at a table laughing and talking to Rah and his date. The yacht’s loud horn sounded, signaling that they were about to approach the dock. Seven felt his temperature rising and for what Hassan just asked him, he wanted to punch him square in the face. Seven, at that moment, knew that he had caught feelings for Hazel. The yacht docked and everyone exited the boat. Seven saw Hassan pull Hazel to the side and then pass her his card. Hazel kind of frowned, but accepted the card and stuck it in her purse. Seven made a mental note to keep Hazel away from Hassan from that point on.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Seven gently kissed Hazel in the back of the limo and her supple breasts were exposed as Seven caressed them slowly. Hazel’s dark, hardened nipples were pointed straight forward as Seven played with them by massaging them in between his fingers strategically. It didn’t take them any time to jump all over each other after the limo driver dropped Rah and his date off. As soon as Rah closed the limo’s door they pounced on each other, both feeling the sexual tension between one another. It was long overdue.

  “That feels so good,” Hazel moaned as she close
d her eyes and threw her head back, giving Seven open access to her neck. Seven slid his tongue down and began to suck on her neck as his hand wandered down to her love box. As soon as Seven’s finger reached her treasure, he felt the soaking wet panties and it surprised him; she was drenched. He quickly pulled her panties to the side and quickly located her throbbing ball and rubbed it in tiny, swift, circular motions as he continued to tongue kiss her neck as softly as he could. Hazel began to squirm and moan faintly as she parted her legs slightly for Seven.

  “Please, put it in,” Hazel whispered as she felt the tingling sensation of an early orgasm approaching.

  “Hold on, ma. I’ma do this right,” Seven whispered as he briefly stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. He wanted to make love to her in a bed and not in a backseat of a vehicle. Seven was about to grow her up. Seven and Hazel kissed each other gently for the rest of the ten-minute ride home and it was the best thing Hazel had ever experienced.

  When finally reaching Seven’s home they were both hot and ready to make love. They began to tear each other’s clothes off while going up the stairs while kissing. Hazel grabbed Seven’s thick rod through his denims and was impressed by his thickness and couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her. Mrs. Dixon peeked her head out of her door, attempting to tell Seven something, but he was too busy snatching off Hazel’s clothes to mind her.

  “Hold on, girl. I gotta get out my keys out,” Seven said while laughing as Hazel’s eyes were focusing on unbuckling his pants.

  “Hurry up, negro,” Hazel answered playfully and she kissed on his chest and put her back against his apartment’s door.

  “Oh. Hey, Mrs. Dixon,” Seven said as he noticed her looking at him, like she wanted to tell him something. Seven slid his key into the door and the stumbled into his home, both of them half naked, ready to get it on.

  The lights popped on, but it surprised Seven because he wasn’t the one to flick the switch. The first thing he saw was Mouse sitting on the arm of his sofa with a shotgun. His goon stood in the middle of the room with a snub nose handgun pointed directly at Seven’s head. Seven wanted to reach for his gun but he had already stepped out of his jeans and the gun was on his belt’s holster and far out of reach. Hazel was still into the moment, not knowing that they were getting ambushed. She noticed Seven stop touching her wand she looked at his distraught facial expression.