Dirty South Divas 2

by Kia

  “You can take one when I take one,” he said as he hopped back in the bed. “Lighten up,” he said as he popped me in the head like an animal. He laughed when my burger fell.

  I was too hungry, so I slowly picked it back up.

  These last few days with Bishop were worse than being raised by my mother. He beat me, tortured me, raped me, and belittled me. I’d never felt so low in my life. He was really a sick man. Sick in the head.

  “You know, I kinda like you,” he said.

  “Why?”

  “You don’t talk much.”

  How in the fuck was I supposed to talk with no energy? “Okay.”

  “You seem upset.”

  “I’m okay, Bishop. Really,” I said.

  I had lost all hope. I knew Divine would get the money, but I also knew that I would still die since he couldn’t kill PJ. I felt so bad. I almost fell for that sob story that he’d given me. When he removed them cuffs from me in that field, I shoulda ran my ass away.

  “Nah. You need some dick,” he said as he hopped up and un-cuffed me, only to cuff me to his arm. Sadly, I looked forward to this part of the day. It was the only time he didn’t beat me. Hell, I kinda felt like he cared while we were sexing.

  He turned the shower on and took his boxers off after sliding my robe off. His dick was already hard, so that was good. I didn’t have to deal with him stuffing his dick down my throat until he was in the mood.

  “Get in,” he said as he helped me into the slippery shower.

  “I got it,” I said as I grabbed the railing, I held on tight as he bathed me like a child.

  “I want this pussy clean whenever I’m in it,” he said as he scrubbed my pussy until it was nothing to scrub. After so long of holding the railing, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was too weak. I fell on the floor of the shower. The water rained all over my back and hair. I couldn’t move.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered. This was something like a bad dream, but it was very real.

  “This will work too,” he said as he pulled me by my hair, forcing me on all fours. I couldn’t even see because the water from the shower was in my eyes.

  “Ahhh,” I cried out as he entered me from behind.

  “Throw it back,” he said.

  “I can’t, Bishop. I’m weak.” I moaned, but in a painful way.

  “You sure are weak. Weak ass bitch,” he said as he tightened the grip on my hair and fucked me harder.

  “Nooo,” I cried.

  “Shut the fuck up. You like that shit, huh? Don’t you? Don’t you?”

  “N—”

  He slapped the back of my head. “Tell me you like it!”

  “I like it,” I said softly as I felt myself leaving my body.

  “Louder!” he yelled.

  “I like it!” I yelled. Then he shoved his thumb in my ass.

  “I know you like that. Bitches love that shit,” he said as he slipped in and out of me along with his thumb. I liked a thumb in my ass, but not like this. Not the way he did it. “Moan louder, bitch!”

  “Ahhhh, yeesss,” I moaned. I tried to fake it as good as I could.

  “You gotta be more convincing than that,” he said as he put the whole dick deep inside me.

  “Ahhhhh, fuck,” I moaned louder but it was real this time. He was hurting me. I couldn’t take this anymore. I needed to escape.

  “Ahhhh, fuck,” he said as he pulled out and nutted all over my back. The water from the shower washed it off because I saw it going down the drain.

  “Lord, help me,” I prayed to myself.

  “Here, I got something for you,” he said as he stood up and pissed on me. “Ha-ha. I know you like that,” he said as the water from the shower continued to drown me. I was now coughing. He turned the shower off and yanked his arm out the tub, causing the cuff to yank me with him. My head hit the arm of the tub as he dragged me back to the floor and cuffed me back to the bed.

  He then threw me a towel and told me to dry off because we had somewhere to go. Where in the hell could we possibly be going with a tied up girl? Maybe I could yell for help when one of his friends came or when we went there.

  “I need my clothes,” I said.

  “What?” He asked with an attitude as he lit his blunt.

  “My clothes. They’re in the trunk,” I said as I started to shiver because I was cold.

  “Oh, that’s right. I’ll get it in a minute.” He started to text someone on his phone with a smile on his face. “I have another surprise for you, babe,” he said. I rolled my eyes and almost cried. I hated his surprises. They were always bad and someone always ended up getting hurt in the end.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “I can’t tell you yet.”

  “Then why did you e… never mind,” I said as I grew frustrated with him and his stupid ass games.

  “Relax,” he said as he grabbed the keys and went to the car. Then he came back with my clothes. This mothafucka came back with a swim suit.

  “Bishop, are you kidding me?” I asked.

  “Nah. Fix ya hair too. You look a mess,” he said, tossing my brush along with some gel.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  He looked at me like a piece of meat as I struggled to get myself together.

  “We’re all going out together,” he said.

  “Huh?”

  “You heard me.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You will.”

  “Like… me, you and a friend? We’re going out to the beach together?” I asked, trying to make sense out of what was going on.

  “Nah. I know Divine is going to try and have Glory to kill me. But I’m two steps ahead. I’ve already figured it out.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “We’re all going to die together. It’s gonna be dope as fuck.”

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Divine

  “Man, y’all looked out for a nigga. For real, I’m good as a mothafucka,” Kipp said. We had just dropped his portion of the bricks off to one of his traps on the other side of South beach.

  “No biggie, y’all help us a lot too,” I said as we were sitting on the couch. PJ was in my lap while Neiman hit Kipp’s blunt.

  “Kipp, let me use the back room real quick,” one nigga said, standing in the front door, holding his sagging pants up. He had a low cut and was visibly high as hell.

  “Nigga, why?” Kipp asked.

  “I got this lil’ hoe I been tyrna fuck for the longest. I wanna fuck ‘fo she change her mind,” he said with a cheesy grin on his bumpy face.

  “Man, hurry up,” Kipp said in a dismissive tone, throwing his dreads back.

  “I’ght,” he said as he pulled a young girl inside.

  She looked to be around eighteen, judging by the way she acted when she got around everyone. She had a dry attitude, with her arms folded.

  “She mad at us like we did something wrong.” Neiman laughed. She also was high.

  “Right? Like, bitch you the one let that nigga bring you to a trap to fuck.” Kipp laughed as Neiman passed the blunt back to him. “You know Glory been looking for that nigga Bishop, right? He legit say he gonna kill that nigga.”

  “Oh, I already know,” I said.

  “I never liked Bishop. He sneaky as hell, and my feelings were right about him.”

  Neiman and I ducked when we heard the gunshot.

  Kipp grabbed his strap. “What the fuck was that?” he asked as he cocked his gun and stood by the hallway.

  Ol’ boy who was fucking the young girl walked back in there with nothing but his boxers on. “My bad, cuzz. That bitch gone off that molly water. She tried to put the gun on the dresser, but accidently shot it.”

  “Tame that hoe, my nigga,” Kipp said, sitting back down.

  “Kipp, why you single?” I asked.

  He was so fine to me. He had grey eyes, long dreads and light skin. But he wasn’t a pretty boy. This nigga was really out here thuggin’ and ’bout that life.
Like Glory, he had tats all over his body also.

  “Shit, you got a bitch for me? These Miami hoes ain’t ’bout a damn thing,” he said, ashing the blunt. Then his phone started to ring. “Lu Lu, what’s good? Yeah, they here. I’ght. Bet.”

  “What he want?” Neiman asked.

  “Y’all got his bricks with y’all?”

  “Yep,” I said.

  “He on his way to get them while he on this side of town,” Kipp said while looking out the window. Then we heard knocks at the door. Kipp opened the door. “The fuck y’all doing here?” Kipp asked as Pinky and Milo walked in. They both had on Nike sweat suits.

  “I got tired of being cooped up in that hotel,” Pinky said as she and Neiman caught each other’s eyes and nervously tried to avoid each other.

  Milo just laughed as she sat on the other end of the couch. If I didn’t know any better, I would think Neiman and Pinky had met before, which was weird. I knew Pinky was Glory’s bitch out here, but the tension was weird. It wasn’t thick like I thought it would be. It was just weird.

  “Where the blunt at, Dick?” Milo asked Kipp.

  “Here,” he pulled a new one out and lit it for her while him and Neiman finished their rotation. “Glory gonna kick yo ass. You know that, right?” he asked Pinky.

  “He’ll be okay,” she responded as she side-eyed Neiman. I side-eyed Neiman, and she was also-side eyeing Pinky. It was too much side-eyeing going on!

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Neiman

  The minute Pinky walked in, I felt like I wanted to crawl under a rock. This was so fucking awkward. Now everyone was watching the way we watched each other. Good thing I was high. But shit, this was blowing my high.

  “Milo, my nigga, you good? Heard what happened,” Kipp said to the girl he passed the blunt to.

  “Man, you know its gonna take more than that to break me,” she said.

  “What made y’all come here?” Kipp asked.

  “Shit, ’cause I know if y’all don’t do shit, y’all gonna keep us safe. You, Lu Lu and Glory. So we decided to kick it here for the night until we got tired. That’s cool with you?” Milo asked. Seemed like they had some type of chemistry.

  “Already,” he said as Lu Lu walked in.

  “Hello, ladies,” Lu Lu said as he walked over and sat next Divine. Lu Lu was different from Glory and Kipp. I mean, they all were respectful to us, but Lu Lu seemed like he valued women way more.

  “Lu Lu, my mans, where you been?” Milo asked as she got up to hug him.

  “Getting money, trying to avoid the drought. You know?” he said as he hugged her back and sat down.

  “Yo, Dee Boy!” Kipp yelled into the back room when we heard rumbling noises.

  He didn’t answer, but the young chick came storming out.

  “Bitch, get back here!” Dee Boy yelled as he ran behind her, zipping his pants up.

  “Take me home!” she yelled back to him and slammed the front door.

  “Damn, Dee, can’t control ya hoe?” Milo asked as she passed the blunt to me.

  I hit it and passed it to Kipp. I was high as a mothafucka. I was drowning out all of my problems; Glory, Pinky, Nyssa being gone, PJ not having his parents, Bishop, Malina… everything.

  “Fuck you,” he said as he ran outside and the two started to argue.

  Kipp looked Milo up and down for a good minute. “Let me holla at you,” he finally said.

  She smiled. “Why?”

  “Come here, my nigga. You know what I want,” he said.

  “It can’t wait?”

  “Nah, come on.” He stood up.

  “Okay,” she said as he gave the blunt to me.

  “Ay, I’ll be back. I’m ’bout to take this hoe home,” Dee Boy said as he peeped his head through the front door and then left. Lu Lu got up to shut the door and lock it.

  “Glory called. He know y’all left that room and he on his way,” Lu Lu said, looking at Pinky.

  “Aww hell,” she said. “Pass me the blunt, Lu Lu.”

  He looked at me to make sure I was cool with it. I gave him a nod and passed him the blunt to pass to her.

  “Bitch, do y’all know each other?” Divine whispered in my ear.

  “Yeah. I’ma tell you later,” I said.

  Didn’t feel like explaining. It wasn’t the time. I looked over at PJ, he was sleepy. I could tell by the way he clamped onto Divine while rubbing his eyes.

  “The bricks in the car?” Lu Lu asked Divine.

  ‘Yes, sir. You want that now?”

  “Nah, I’ll wait. You know what, yes I do. Come on so I can just put them in my trunk and won’t forget,” he said as they got up. She took PJ with her, leaving Pinky and I alone in an awkward silence.

  “I’m not mad at you,” she said, breaking the ice.

  “That’s good to know.”

  “Glory is a really good guy,” she said, puffing on the blunt.

  “Then why won’t you be with him?” I asked. My eyes were so low that they almost shut on me while I was talking to her.

  “Glory and I are great the way we are. I don’t need a title from him. I accept him for who he is, he accepts me for who I am.”

  “And who is he? Who are you?” I asked.

  “Glory is Glory, you know? He’s young, flashy, getting money and having fun. He don’t wanna settle right now and I accept that.”

  “And who are you?”

  “I’m the stripper girl with the pink hair. That’s who I am.”

  “You like that?”

  “I mean… yeah. I’m cool with it. I don’t want to be judged ’cause nobody is perfect. You know? So don’t judge me.” She got defensive.

  “I didn’t judge you, Pinky. I just asked. Like… do you like being the stripper hoe with the pink hair? That’s all.”

  “I didn’t say stripper hoe. I said I’m the stripper girl with the pink hair. Maybe if you weren’t so uptight, you’d have a hold on that nigga too,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  If I slap this bitch right now, would that fuck up my high? I thought. But I quickly decided against it. I didn’t want people knowing I had a whole threesome with this woman.

  “Can I have the blunt back?” I asked her with my hand extended. I didn’t want to talk to her any longer. She was right though, she had some type of hold on that nigga for him to straight admit that he wouldn’t leave her alone for now.

  I was high and feeling good, so I didn’t want to think about that shit any longer.

  Fuck them.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Milo

  “Man, come on,” Kipp said as he steadily tried to get me to suck his dick.

  Kipp was my guilty pleasure; a fuck buddy. But I could never be nothing to him ’cause way too many hoes wanted him and fought over him. It was bound to be some drama, and I had enough of that when I fucked with Shyro. And Shyro was ugly. Kipp was fine as fuck, with a pocket full of money. Damn right bitches were slitting tires and all down at the club. It was at least two hoes fighting over him at least once a month. That’s why it was imperative that we stayed on the low. I liked my peace. And after Bishop was gone, I’d never compromise it again.

  “Nah,” I teased, but he knew he was gonna get the pussy. I needed it.

  “You don’t love this dick no more?” he asked as he dropped his pants and revealed his hard dick. One thing about these Miami niggas, they were never lacking in the dick area.

  “You know I do,” I said as I leaned back on the bed and spread my legs. Kipp was the only nigga, besides Shyro and Bishop, who didn’t have to pay for it.

  “Nah, come suck on daddy dick. Show him how much you love him,” he said as he held it with both hands.

  “Here I come.” I slithered my way to the end of the bed and took him into my mouth. “Hmmm, I miss daddy,” I moaned as I removed my pants and panties.

  “He miss you too. Spit on him,” he said as he threw his head back. I did as I was told and spit on the dick. Then I massaged it with my
hands.

  “You missed me baby?” I asked as I turned the other way and pushed my ass toward him. He slid right in. “Ohhhh shit, Kipp,” I moaned as he went deeper and deeper. I slowly slid back even more on the dick.

  “Make that ass clap,” he said, slapping my ass.

  I made it wiggle.

  “Baby,” I moaned. I had been so stressed out lately, I needed this. Truth be told, this was what I came here for. Making love in the trap house.

  “Ohhh shit, Milo. You gone make me cum,” he grunted as I threw my ass back even harder.

  “Come on, daddy,” I moaned.

  “Yo, Kipp, I need to holla at cha,” Dee Boy said as he burst through the door.

  “Nigga, can’t you see I’m busy,” Kipp said, still fucking me.

  “Look at this nigga,” Glory said as he walked in too. When did Glory get here?

  “My nigga, didn’t you just tell me that y’all were looking for Monty and Jenson?” Dee Boy asked.

  “Yeah, why?” Glory asked with his eyes wide open. Mine were too. Hell, them niggas tried to kill me.

  “Ooooh, fuck,” I moaned as Kipp hit the spot. I tried not to ’cause this was a serious moment but Kipp had some good ass dick.

  “That lil’ bitch I just dropped off, Jenson is her brother. He ducked off at her crib, and they just got to arguing ’cause he got some bitch tied up over there. I even think that Bishop nigga that y’all looking for over there,” Dee Boy said, sounding nervous. He knew what was about to go down, and so did I.

  “Lu Lu!” Glory yelled.

  “Yo.” Lu Lu jogged into the room.

  “Tell him what you just told me,” Glory said to Dee Boy. Dee Boy then began explaining to Lu Lu.

  Kipp was steadily fucking the shit out of me, trying to get his nut. Glory started loading his guns on the bed.

  “Here I cum,” Kipp grunted as he released himself on the mattress, because it damn sure wasn’t no covers nowhere in this mothafucka.

  “Get outta here,” Glory said as he rushed me out and shut the door.

  “I need my pants,” I said as I knocked with one hand and put my other hand over my pussy to cover my nakedness.