by Kia
“For a few months. And I’ll pay whatever you want,” he said, thumbing through the money and winking at me.
On the cool, he didn’t have to pay me shit. I just wanted the dick. But his bitch, Shika, didn’t play that shit. She was always around and watching.
“Shit, give me eight gees,” I said with my hand out.
“That’s it? Thought you would want more,” he said and peeled off what he owed me. It was nothing but hundred dollar bills.
“I mean… if you wanna give me more, then feel free.”
“I’ma gone and give you ten. Just make sure nobody be in that bitch. Try to check it every night. Not even Shika.” He handed me the key.
“She ain’t going with you?” I asked.
“Yeah, but a nigga might send her ass back. You know how we do,” he said as he put his money back up.
“Yeah, I know,” I said.
Him and Shika were always on and off. But the crazy part about her, she was always around, terrorizing his new bitches and shit.
“Thanks, ma. I got you when I get back,” he said then walked off and chunked me the deuce.
All I could think about was how good it would feel if he bent me over and fucked me from the back. Was he rough with it? Did he beat the pussy up? Was his dick big?
Just as I was drooling, my phone started to ring. It was one of my tricks. For the ones that don’t know, a trick is a nigga who gives you money for fucking and sucking his dick. But this particular trick was weird. He didn’t want none of that shit. All he wanted was to stick his fingers in my pussy and kiss on me. He’d never put his dick inside before. On the cool, I think the nigga is really gay, but experimenting.
“What’s up, boo?” I answered as I backed out of my parking space and merged onto the street.
“Where you at?” he asked, trying to sound sexy.
“I’m on my period, Ash.”
“Shit! Well, can you come play with my dick?”
I took a deep breath. I really needed the money, but I wasn’t in the mood for this shit. Hell, I needed some real money though. He wasn’t about to pay me shit but $300.
“I have to work tonight.”
“I can come to the club and you can just meet me back in V.I.P.”
“Hold on, Ash,” I said and clicked over. My bitch, Temple, was calling me.
“Temple, what’s up?” I asked.
“Bitch, you coming in tonight?”
“I might. Why?” I said, knowing damn well I was coming.
“Bitch, all the rappers and athletes gonna be there tonight. Come get that mulah.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Hell yeah, tell Pinky bring her ass in and do some Voodoo on them niggas so they can whip that cash out.”
“You know if that nigga, Glory, is in town she might not go nowhere.”
Chapter Five
Neiman
“But, baby, I don’t want you to go,” I said as I sat in Glory’s bed and watched him pack a few bags to leave for Miami.
“I got some business to tend to, ma. Just be cool,” he said as he pulled his long dreads into a ponytail. He had just left the gym, so his yellow skin was now red and sweat ran down his tatted body.
“Like what? Pinky?” I asked. Pinky was this bitch he claimed he didn’t fuck with no more, but I knew better than that.
“You bouta start with a nigga?” he asked.
I put my head down and continued to clip my toe nails. “You good. Go fuck with ya lil’ hoe out in Miami. I’m cool.”
“Come here,” he said, holding his arms out.
I ignored him.
He swiftly pulled me to the end of the bed and yanked my pants down. I was shocked because we hadn’t been intimate yet. He let me sleep naked with him a few nights to show me that he had self-control. But right now, he was out of control.
“Boy, move!”
“Nah, I gotta get you right before I leave,” he said as he wrapped my legs around his shoulders and introduced me to his tongue.
I forgot about everything I stood for, and opened my legs wide so he could fully devour me. So much for making him wait so he could respect me. Whatever the fuck that meant.
“Umm um, stop,” I said as I squirmed all over the bed. My soul threatened to leave my body.
“Stop moving.”
“Baaaaeeeee,” I moaned.
“Damn, let me stick my dick in you…”
“What?” I asked, snapping out of my trance. He was already sliding his sweat pants off with his dick in his hand. I began to salivate.
“Baby, c’mon. That pussy calling for my dick. Look…” He began to swing his long dick from side to side, making me laugh. “See, you know you want it.”
“Why should I?” I asked
“Because…” he said as his words faded and he slipped inside my wet pussy.
“Ohh shit,” I moaned when I noticed that he knew exactly how to work the magic stick. He began to bite on my shoulders, which caused my pussy to clamp up.
“Damn, baby,” he moaned as he hit my walls softly.
“Promise me you won’t give my dick away,” I moaned into his ear as I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into me. I needed to be sure he didn’t fuck with Pinky while he was away.
“You know this yo dick,” he said, squeezing my ass.
After a while, he started to pump really fast and abruptly pulled his dick out. Cum went all over my face.
“Oh shit,” he said as he leaned his head down and laid on my chest. “Damn that felt good.”
“Sure did,” I said as I rubbed his back, waiting for him to get his big tall ass up so I could clean my face.
Chapter Six
Divine
“Don’t worry, mi amor, when I see Bishop, he’s a dead man. You hear me?” Chola asked.
We were face timing on my iPhone as I soaked in my tub. I had told her everything that went on. Come to find out, Chola was planning to disconnect him anyway.
“I just can’t believe he played the game like that. You know?” I asked as she propped the phone on her bed so she could count some money.
She was naked and surrounded by bricks of money on her bed. Her titties were so perky and cute. Her whole body was so Godly. The texture of her hair today was long and straight. I never knew Colombians were so fine. We had slept on them for sure.
“It’s okay, baby. I got you. When are you planning to move to Miami?” she asked.
“I can’t waste no time. I have to go soon.”
“What about your cousins?”
“Malina always comes wherever I go. Neiman has a new boyfriend, so she’s going to stay here because he’s here. And Nyssa… man, I don’t know. All I can do is come back to check on her whenever I can. But I have to get to the money for my whole family. We damn near dead broke.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t have money?” she asked.
“I don’t wanna be a burden,” I said.
“Before you move to Miami, come and see me. I wanna talk, but not over the phone,” she said as Johan walked into her room and waved at the camera.
“Where’s Malina?” he asked.
“Probably sleep,” I lied.
Malina was somewhere sucking Slick’s dick. I know I should have been mad, but I wasn’t. Even though Nyssa had a son with a man I used to love, and Malina was now fucking a man I used to love also, I didn’t care. Them niggas was problems. That’s how I looked at it. And now that was Malina’s problem.
“Tell her to call me, man.”
“I got you,” I said as Chola yelled at him and told him to get out.
“Baby, don’t worry about Bishop. Okay?” she said when she looked at my face.
“It’s Nyssa. I feel so bad, and I know this shit bouta cost me money to keep her alive. Plus, I wanna put her in a better hospital with security. It’s too hot there. He might finish the job.”
“You need soldiers? I got them.”
“No, Chola. I need some regular se
curity guards to pay.”
“Well, what do I need to do?” she asked.
“We’ll talk. I’ll be out there tomorrow.”
“Cool,” she responded.
We said our goodbyes and got off the phone. As I was getting dressed, I heard Malina walk through the door, and I heard a dude’s voice, so she had Slick with her. Her ass was getting bold now that I knew about them. She began to try and open my door, but it was locked. I hurried to put some clothes on because I didn’t want Slick to see me naked.
Just as I put my hand on the door, my phone began to ring. It was Malina.
“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself. “Hello?”
“You want something from Taco Bell?” she asked.
I heard the radio playing in the background. Without responding, I grabbed my gun and swung the door open. No one was there.
“Bishop, I know that’s you,” I said as I opened every door in that house, looking under sinks and all.
When I finally walked to the front door, it was cracked open with a note taped to it.
It was that easy. Watch ya back, bitch.
“What the…” My phone began to ring. The number was unknown.
“The only reason you ain’t dead is ’cause I want that ransom money for PJ. I need two million.”
“What? Bishop, I can’t get that. C’mon, man.” I knew exactly who it was.
“That’s why I’m giving you a month.”
Click.
Chapter Seven
Malina
“Damn,” I said as I looked at the phone and noticed how Divine had straight up clicked on me. All I did was ask the stank hoe if she was hungry. She had ruined my appetite, hell. I didn’t even wanna eat no more, so I busted a left and went to our apartment. I needed to talk to her anyway.
As I was turning into the apartments, I thought I saw Bishop, but I quickly brushed it off when the car left. He wouldn’t be that stupid. I parked the car and ran inside to find Divine sitting at the kitchen table with a gun and a note.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s Bishop. He just gave us one month to get two million if we want PJ back.”
When she said that, my heart almost jumped out my chest. I sat at the table and shook my head.
“Divine, where we gonna get that money?”
“I got a plan. Don’t trip. We just gotta get out of here soon.”
“Why?” I asked. “Don’t we need to stay close to we can keep an eye on Nyssa?”
“We need to get out of Texas for a while. We can still come back and do that shit, but we can’t make no real money out here. We going to Miami, but first, I have to stop and see Chola.”
“But how we gonna get it? You may as well tell him we ain’t got it,” I said. I didn’t wanna sound heartless, but it was our reality.
“Don’t talk like that. I’ma get that shit by any means. We have to. PJ ain’t bouta die over no bullshit.”
“What about Chola? Y’all cool enough to ask her?” I asked.
“She won’t just give it to me. I’ma have to earn it, but it’s all good.”
“That’s a lot of money,” I said as I grabbed my head, trying to sooth the migraine that was coming on.
“And then the doctors said that Nyssa ain’t getting no better,” she said as she took the clip out of the gun.
“When they say that?”
“Before I got in the tub. They called and said she got worse since we left this morning.”
I know shit had only happened last night, but that wasn’t good news to hear.
“He dead, bro. On my mama,” I said, knowing I didn’t really give a damn ’bout my mama. Still couldn’t believe how she did me. I had nothing to say to her for now.
“Who you telling?”
“When we going to see Chola?” I asked.
“Now.”
“Now?”
“Yes, we have no time to waste. We need to get this paper.”
Chapter Eight
Milo
“She said it’s jumping tonight, is all I’m saying,” I told Pinky as I flat ironed my weave out.
“Well, Glory just got here, so I don’t know,” she said.
“Bitch, get that money. Fuck that nigga when you get home,” I said, rolling my eyes.
She was so dumb in love. I had sat there and watched this nigga tell Pinky that he didn’t love her. This was a few months ago, and she still act like there’s hope.
“You know how he feels about fucking me right after I strip.”
“Bitch, take a shower. Fuck him and his thoughts.”
“Chill.”
“Why you love a nigga that don’t love you?” I asked.
“Glory just don’t know what he wants yet,” she said as she hopped on my sink and watched me do my hair.
“Yes that nigga do know what he wants. Don’t let him play you like a hoe.”
“Well, Ms. Tee told me to let him soak in this oil. Just slip it in the tub and let him relax. She said it’s supposed to hypnotize him.”
“Whatever,” I said as I rolled my eyes. She got on my fucking nerves with that voodoo shit.
“Maybe if you practiced some rituals, you’d have a man too,” she boasted.
“But, bitch, you don’t have a man though.” I laughed. Her skin was already red, but it got redder when I cracked jokes on her and Glory.
“I get dick on the regular. So what?”
“And I do too,” I snapped back.
“Tricks don’t count,” she said as she hopped off the counter and sashayed away into her own room.
“Better leave, hoe,” I whispered under my breath.
I grabbed the last of my stuff and ran to my car. The sun was going down, and them Mollies were just now kicking in. As I was turning onto the main street, I saw Glory pulling in the driveway with his rental car. He waved at me and I waved back. He was cool and all, but I didn’t want that dick if it made me act like Pinky did.
The streets were filled with fly cars on the way to the club. Most likely because the rappers and ballers were in town, so the bitches came out. This made the niggas come out.
***
It didn’t take long to get to the club. When I got there it was packed, and this made my pussy wet. I knew them niggas brought that cash out. Last time it was this packed, I came home with $50,000 and some change. So today… I had them tampons all up in me so I wouldn’t be dripping blood all over the stage.
“Where Pinky?” Peter asked as soon as I walked in.
“I don’t know, P,” I said as I tried to rush into the dressing room. The Dj was blasting Boosie Bad Azz.
“You get her on the mothafucking phone and tell her if she don’t get in here tonight, she gonna have to go dance at a Go-Go club, and I mean that shit!” he yelled over the music with his short, fat ass.
Peter looked like a black-ass bowling ball with gold teeth. He knew damn well he wasn’t about to fire Pinky. He knew she fucked with Glory, and he was scared of Glory and Glory’s people. Poppi and Glory were cool, and ran in the same circle. Urban legend has it that all them niggas some killers, so I would be scared too.
“You call her,” I said as I walked away from him.
“Babbbbyyyyyy,” Temple said as I walked in.
I knew she was happy to see me because Pinky and I were the only ones she fucked with at King of Diamonds. I didn’t blame her. These hoes were all for themselves, so I understood.
“Ready to get this money?” I asked.
“Yeah, but let me talk to you,” she said, pulling me toward her locker.
“What?”
“You know Shyro came in here looking for you?”
Shyro was my ex, and would not leave me the hell alone for shit. I couldn’t stand his ass.
“And what you tell him?”
“Shit, I told him you were off tonight, so he said he was gonna go to ya crib,” she said.
“Glory there, so I know he’ll make that nigga leave. I ain’t tr
ipping.”
“Glory in town?” she asked with her brow raised.
“Yes, and Pinky all over that ass. She ain’t letting that nigga out her sight.”
“As always,” she said.
“I saw Poppi today,” I said as I got naked and began rubbing lotion all over my body.
“Yeah? What his fine-ass been doing? Tell him he need to let me tap that ass one time,” she said as she slipped her thong on.
“After me, bitch. He said he was going out of town for a couple months, so I got the keys to his crib.”
“House party?”
“Bitch, you ain’t about to have Poppi whooping my ass.”
“He won’t. He ain’t gotta know.”
“That nigga know everything,” I said as Peter burst through the door, rushing us to get dressed.
“Get y’all funky asses on that damn floor! It’s money out there, and you hoes in here bullshittin’!”
The strippers began to rush and get dressed. I took my time. I was always last. Shit, I needed to make an entrance. I had something special for they asses tonight. Temple and I had been working on a duo that was going to blow their minds.
“I’m ’bout to get a drink… want one?” I asked Temple as she wined her hips in the mirror.
Temple was weird to me. She wore long blonde dreads to the middle of her back, and she had a bull nose ring. She was high yellow, but hated yellow niggas. She loved chocolate, burnt ass niggas, just like the rest of us.
“Yeah. Long Island Ice Tea.”
“Cool.”
The club was popping off tonight for real. I saw Boosie, Jeezy, Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Meek Mill, Yo Gotti, D Wade, and a bunch of other celebs in the building. The DJ was spinning that Jeezy joint, “Trap or Die”. The bass was hitting hard, and I felt it in my chest. I was walking so fast that I bumped into a guy on accident and made him spill his drink.
“My bad, daddy,” I said as I prepared to walk right past him.
He grabbed my hand. “Damn, ma. You can’t say hi?”
“Hi. Bye.” I turned back around to walk away and he slapped my ass.
“Ohhhh, shit that thang jiggle!” he yelled over the music.
