Block Party

by Al-Saadiq Banks

  “If you say so,” the kid replies, never once looking at me. He just looks in the sky, shaking his head up and down with a satanic smile on his face.

  We ease to the car. I get in and sit down. Exhale! Damn, for a minute I thought they were going to kill us right here. I wish I had my banger on me. Then again, maybe not. Shit might have gotten ugly. I got too much to lose right now. I look over at Slim. After he closes the door, he closes his razor.

  I can tell his pride is hurt. “Big Time, you didn’t have to pay my debt.”

  “Slim, that nigga wanted to kill you out there. What do you owe him for anyway?”

  He doesn’t answer right away.

  “Remember I told you I was working with some young boys and they let me sit in jail without bailing me out?” he asks.

  “Yeah!” I reply. “It was them?”

  “Yeah, it was them,” he replies. “After I finally got out, I came back around and they put me back to work. As soon as they put me in the hole, I might have sold one bag, before I slipped through the backyard,” he admits.

  “You ran off?”

  “Hell yeah!” he brags. “They owed me that!”

  “How much did you run off with?”

  “Three bricks!” (One brick consists of 50 bags.)

  “So how do you only owe him $450?”

  “Oh, the Mayor came to the house and told me just pay him for two bricks, being that I had to pay my own bail, or Desire paid it rather. I paid for one already, but I wasn’t going to pay for that last one,” he explains.

  “So if you talked to Junebug already, what does that kid have to do with it?”

  “Well, he was the one who gave me the work,” Slim explains. “He had to pay for it out of his money because he was responsible for it.”

  I pull off slowly, watching all of them just in case they start shooting.

  Neither of us say a word for about 20 minutes. Then Slim mumbles, “Big Time, I hope you’re not looking at me different. Them boys played me. I was loyal to them. They could have bailed me out.”

  “Slim, I ain’t looking at you different, but that ain’t the way to do shit. You don’t repay a motherfucker by stealing from him. That’s snake shit! You know that ain’t the man way to do shit.”

  Slim pauses for a moment, then mumbles. “Big Time, you’re right.”

  “I know I’m right. You know how I know?” I ask.

  “How?”

  “Because you told me the exact same shit a long time ago. Remember the time I showed you five kilos and I told you Ab gave them to me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you remember telling me to treasure the fact that someone had that much trust in me. You told me at all cost to make sure I get that money back to him. You said a man with good credit is worth more than a man with all the money in the world. You have to practice what you preach.”

  Slim sits quietly for a minute. “So I guess I just fucked up my credit report?”

  I don’t answer him I just let him soak in it. Even though he’s right, I don’t want to let him know I agree with him. I don’t want him to think stealing is acceptable in my eyes.

  CHAPTER 5

  Not five days have passed since the battle of words me and Junebug had before I call my Mexican boy’s brother up. I try to make myself believe I’m doing this for me, but deep down inside, I know it’s because of what Junebug said to me.

  I’m supposed to meet with the Mexican dude this weekend in Connecticut. I guess me and Slim will take a ride up there.

  Meanwhile, for the next three days I need to start putting some things in motion. I would hate to get hold of some work and not be able to move it. So basically I have to hit the streets and do a little groundwork. I need to know who is buying cocaine, who they are buying it from, and how much they are paying for it. Basically, my plan is to corner the market and beat any price out there, even if that means selling kilos for a half a point ($500) more than I pay for them. You see, in the cocaine business, it’s not how much profit you make off of one bird; it’s how many birds you can move.

  This is going to take a lot of networking. Networking is the hardest part of the business, because you have to deal with too many egos, and some niggas’ egos are bigger than their bank accounts. They want you to believe they’re buying kilos when in all reality they’re only buying ounces. These niggas are what you call fronting ass niggas. These dudes have everything: clothes, furs, jewelry, and expensive cars. But the money they have in their pockets is all they have to their name; it’s the re- up money, the car note money, the rent money, and the boss’s money all in one. They look good on the outside, but on the inside they’re crying, struggling like a motherfucker. They don’t know how they’re going to pay the car note (they lie and tell everyone it’s paid for), and they still live at home with their moms. This kind of dude is always on the scene, running his mouth about how he’s doing this and how he’s doing that. In all actuality, all he’s looking for is a handout. When his car finally gets repossessed, you won’t see him anywhere. He’ll hide out until he swindles enough money up to put $2,000 or $3,000 down on another $80,000 car. He’s a dude with champagne taste, but he only has beer money.

  These are the guys I’m trying to avoid this go-round. You get too many problems dealing with these kinds of guys. You lose too much money. They always want consignment, knowing they can’t pay you back. ‘Just front me a kilo, I’ll have your money in two days, is what he says’, knowing he never even had a quarter of a kilo. Instead of just admitting to himself that a bird is too much work for him to handle, what does he do? He takes it. It takes him a month to finish it; he fucks up the profit and the money he owes you.

  In order for me to do my networking, I have to be in the places where everybody is at. What’s a better place than the go-go bar? Naked women are something everyone has in common. There you can find anyone: police, drug dealers, pimps, murderers, and stick- up kids. You name them, they’re in there.

  Me and Slim just pull up in front. As I’m parking, I notice all the exotic cars parked in front. I almost want to hide my old ass car down the block. Ever since Junebug said that slick shit to me, I’ve been kind of self-conscious about driving my car.

  “Bang Man, it’s a lot of money in here tonight!” Slim shouts. “Look at all these big cars out here. I can smell money!” Slim smiles as he takes a sniff of the air. He isn’t lying. All kinds of cars are out here. Some shit you’ve only seen in magazines. Judging by the type of cars that are out front, I think I may have picked the wrong night. These cars appear to belong to businessmen. But when I get inside, I don’t see a nigga in here over 21. I ask myself if these guys are really getting money like that or are they fronting?

  The security guard meets us at the door and asks us for I.D. Can you imagine, he asked us for I.D? I’m almost 40, and Slim is 60 and some change. But these teenage kids are in here doing what they want. After the security guard frisks us, we immediately stand against the wall.

  My attention is drawn to the center of the stage. Right in the middle of the stage there sits a big black bathtub. The entire tub is trimmed in gold. It’s not really the tub that catches my attention; it’s what’s in the tub. Four ass naked women and some young kid are in the tub. Apparently, they picked the kid from the audience. How lucky is he? Two of the women are tearing the kid’s clothes off of him. One of them is a petite black girl, and the other is a thick white girl with the fattest ass I’ve ever seen on a white girl. He stands there bashfully as they attack him like vultures. When they finally get his clothes off, they commence to lick his entire body. One is on his right leg and the other is on his left. They’re on their knees. They reach his middle simultaneously. They both anxiously reach for his tool. They begin to fight for it playfully. While both of them are looking up at him, they tug back and forth on it. Each one takes a big lick before the other one snatches it out of her mouth. Finally, they begin to share him. They alternate, taking two licks apiece. At the end o
f the second lick, they passionately tongue kiss while the head of his dick is in both of their mouths. After the wet sloppy kiss they both take on separate jobs. The black girl continues to suck him off, while the white girl licks his balls.

  The other two are Asian. They look like they could be twins. Both of them are extremely thin with enormous titties. They’re putting on a show of their own. One is standing up showering. She has her legs slightly spread apart while the other one is on her knees submissively, licking her crazily. Her tiny body trembles uncontrollably as she reaches her climax. Beads of water drip down her tiny- framed body as the water sprays from the shower.

  Finally, they sensually rub baby oil all over each other. They didn’t miss a spot. Their sexy bodies glow as they lay there hugged up in each other’s arms like they’ve fallen sound asleep. All five of them lay in the tub soaking wet.

  “Whew! Yeah!” Clap! Clap! The crowd is going wild.

  A tall, slender kid is approaching us. I don’t know where he came from because I was so busy watching the show. He’s all smiles for the entire walk. I can’t place his face at first, but as he gets closer, he begins to look more familiar.

  “Slim, do you know him?”

  “Who?”

  “The kid walking over here.”

  “Oh yeah, that’s Wu,” he whispers.

  “Little Wu from around my way?”

  “Yeah,” Slim answers.

  “I knew I know him, I just didn’t know where from,” I admit.

  “Cashmere, what up!” Wu hollers, from five feet away.

  “What up!” I reply.

  “You don’t even know who I am!”

  “Come on man, I know who you are,” I reply.

  “Who?” he asks, trying to test me.

  “Little Wu!”

  “All right, I thought you was fronting,” he admits. “When did you come home?”

  “I checked in a couple of weeks ago,” I reply. “What is your young ass doing in here?”

  “Young, I ain’t young. I’m 20 years old.”

  “Young like I said; you ain’t 21. What’s up with your father? Is he all right?” His father was my man. He used to move out with us. He’s locked up in Virginia. He caught his case two years before we got jammed up. I think he was sentenced to 20 years. He got caught with something small but they don’t play in the down states. You’d be better off killing somebody down there than to get caught with drugs. What really hurt him was the transporting charge they hit him with.

  “Yeah, he all right. I take care of him,” Wu answers.

  “You take care of him? You can’t even take care of yourself,” I joke.

  “Yeah, all right,” he replies. “Oh, what up Slim?” He finally acknowledges Slim.

  “What up, young blood?” Slim replies.

  I hate how everyone disrespects and overlooks Slim. If this were 30 years ago, they would be happy just to be in his presence. He was really a made man. But I guess they’re too young to respect his gangster. These young boys don’t care anything about what you used to do. They’re only concerned with what you are doing now.

  “So what’s up Cash?” he asks.

  “Nothing, just chilling.”

  “Yeah, whatever!” he shouts. “I ain’t never known you to be just chilling. You can tell me. I ain’t wired; I ain’t no FED,” he laughs.

  “Nah man, I doing nothing yet.”

  “Yet, you said the magic word. What do you plan on doing?”

  “I’m not sure yet. I’m trying to put some things together.”

  “Well, when you put shit together, bring me in.”

  “Bring you in, huh?” I ask. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m fucking with that cook up (crack.) I’m tearing they ass up in the projects!”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Hell yeah!”

  “Are you cooking it yourself, or are you buying it cooked already?” I ask.

  “Hell no, nobody ain’t cooking shit for me. I’m cooking myself. That’s how you really eat,” he explains.

  “How are you doing with it?”

  “Nigga, what did I just tell you?” he questions. “I told you I’m killing them. Slim, what’s wrong with him? He must think it’s a game,” he shouts with a big smile on his face. Slim just smiles and brushes him off.

  “I go through about 200 grams a day out there. I got one whole side of the projects to myself. Everybody else selling that dope. I go through a half a joint (half a kilo) every two days. I could do more than that, but I don’t be having enough of that shit. If I had more, I could bang more. But my money ain’t calling for that shit right now,” Wu explains.

  “Shit, if you’re doing it like you say you are, you should be straight!” I shout.

  “Yeah, I was straight but I’ve been taking too many losses,” he answers. “Two weeks ago, police ran up in the court and knocked off three of my little men. Between the shit they found and their bail money, my dough funny as hell right now,” he explains.

  “Wu!” A group of kids scream, as they’re walking out the door. “Yo, I’m out! Here, take my number!” He begins to write his number down on a napkin. After he writes it down, he hurries to the door. “Hit me!” he shouts.

  “What’s up with him?” I ask Slim as Wu runs through the door.

  “I don’t know what he doing but one thing I know is, they selling a lot of cook up in them projects,” Slim answers.

  “Yeah?” I tuck his number in my pants pocket. That’s one candidate.

  The way these guys are dressed, with all the jewelry and all the champagne they’re popping, you would think we were at a video shoot. It seems like everyone is focusing on us; they’re not even paying attention to the chicks. I guess we look out of place. We’re the oldest guys in the bar. Even the owner of the bar is young. He’s sitting behind the counter sipping champagne. He doesn’t look much older than 23 or 24.

  “Slim, what are you drinking?”

  “Bang Man, let me get a Scotch,” he replies.

  I wave to get the barmaid’s attention.

  “Yes, may I help you?”

  I’m standing here almost drooling. I can’t even answer. I’m speechless. This chick has a set of titties I can’t believe- big and round with thick, dark nipples. She’s a smooth, honey complexioned chick with long, curly hair. Her jet-black hair falls well past her slim waistline. Streaks of blond highlight her hair. She has green eyes and pretty white teeth.

  “Hello, may I take your order?” she asks again.

  She speaks with an accent that sounds like she’s Brazilian.

  “Yeah, let me get a Scotch, for him and get me a cranberry juice.”

  “OK, give me a second.”

  As she’s walking away, I can’t help but notice her fat ass. It’s so big, it swallows her thong, making it look as if she has nothing on. The thin string disappears into the crack of her ass.

  She unsuspectingly turns around. We lock eyes. She stops in the middle of the floor. From the angle she’s standing at, I can view her entire profile. Her ass protrudes so far from the rest of her body that it looks like you could set a drink on it, while she walks and not one drop would spill. She continues to the other side of the bar. As she mixes a drink for another customer, I watch her ass jiggle like Jell-O as she shakes the pina colada extra, extra fast. She knows she has my undivided attention. Right now she’s just trying to tease me.

  She walks over to me and places the drinks on the counter. “Eight dollars, please!” she shouts over the loud music. I’m not looking her in the eyes; I can’t take my attention off of those tits. I pass her a $10 bill, and she gives me back the change. As I try to pull my hand back, she grabs hold of both of my hands. One she places on her firm tit, and the other she slowly rubs over her clean-shaven pussy. I slide my finger in between her pussy lips searching for her clit. I roll her clit gently between my thumb and my pointer finger. She starts to grind on my hand slowly as she whispers the words of R. Kelly’s “Bu
mp and Grind,” which is blasting through the speakers. I sneakily slide the tip of my index finger into her hot pussy. To my surprise, she does not pull away. Instead, she arches her back and begins to fuck my finger. She begins to pump faster. She applies more pressure as she grinds with short, deep pumps. I slide my finger further inside her. She’s wet and deep. I slowly finger her as she grinds away. I have my index finger inside her while my thumb is firmly pressed against her clit. She’s getting wetter and wetter. She closes her eyes and leans her head back. Suddenly she grabs my hand with a tight grip and slowly pulls my finger out of her. She puts my hand close to her face and kisses the palm of my hand. Then she begins licking my index finger from top to bottom. Finally, she places my hand onto her other tit. Her nipple expands two sizes right at the touch of my fingertip. She then leans over the counter and gestures for me to bring my head closer. I lean closer, just as she instructs. The sweet smell of Victoria’s Secret’s Strawberries and Crème fills the air. She begins to stroke my ear with her moist tongue. My dick is so hard it feels like it’s going to bust through my jeans. “You touched it, so tip it,” she whispers. I clumsily dig into my pocket and peel off another $10 bill. Before I can get the money out, she slides her hand into my left pants pocket. She fumbles around before grabbing my balls. She gently squeezes them one by one, then slowly slides her index finger from my balls up to the head, teasing it with the tip of her fingernail. She grabs the head tightly before slowly jerking me. My dick is pulsating; she has such a tight grip, I’m about to bust!

  She stops suddenly. I then grab her by the hand and spin her around. She immediately bends over and wiggles her tail in the air, just like a cat in heat. Her tiny waist shifts from side to side. I spread my hands across both cheeks. Her muscles tighten up as she flexes each cheek alternately, causing them to jump up and down. She loosens up. I continue to massage her. Her ass is as soft as cotton. My hands aren’t big enough to palm her perfectly rounded cheeks. I slowly drag the $10 bill up the crack of her ass. With my knuckle, I can feel the wetness soaking through her thong. After about three gentle strokes, I tie the bill in a knot around her tiny thong.