Falling For A Hood King

by Shvonne Latrice

  Lucy was a straight up slut in my eyes. All you needed to have was a nice amount of cash and a car, and she was fucking you. I can't tell you how many abortions I've had to save up for to help her.

  "You gon’ be a virgin forever!" she rolled her eyes, and scrolled on her unknown android.

  "So! Sex ain't all that," I replied.

  "Yes the fuck it is. Nothing like busting a nut on a nice thick dick," Lucy smiled.

  "Ugh, please. I don't want to bust anything on nothing!" I turned my lip up as if sex disgusted me. Getting "wet" as they called it sounded nasty as hell, unless I was freak texting. Lucy rolled her eyes, and playfully bounced on an imaginary dick. "Stop Lucy!" I laughed hard as fuck.

  "I need $20, Nat," Lucy said in a more serious tone.

  "For what?" I frowned and sat up.

  "Some nigga burned me, aight," she replied, shaking her head.

  "With what?" I asked.

  "I don't know. My pussy burns when I pee, and when I googled it, it sounded like Chlamydia. I ain't got insurance, but I know I can get the medicine for it for $20 at the clinic," she said non-chalantly. That was another reason I wasn't trying to fuck. I mean, all you got were STDs and babies.

  "I only got $20 left from my check, but I got you Lucy. Don't worry," I exhaled.

  "Thank you!" she smiled, and hugged me tight.

  ***

  It was around 9 p.m. at night, and I was headed to Oscar’s Retail. I was gonna buy some $5 jeans, and get one of my $50 tags and its matching receipt, that I saved at home. I would switch the tags out at home, then return the $5 jeans for $50, turning my last $20 into $55. On top of that, I planned to steal an additional pair to keep for myself. See, Oscar's Retail really had no idea on what tags matched what, so it made it easy to switch them out. I got the tag-attaching gun off eBay, at the advice of my mom.

  I walked in the store slow, and tried to stay under the radar. Anytime you wore a backpack into a store, people looked at you suspiciously.

  "Welcome to Oscar’s!" the cashier smiled.

  I half smiled and headed straight to the junior section. I picked out a nice pair of jeans for $6, more than I budgeted for, but whatever. I grabbed a second pair, and headed to the dressing room. I made sure to fold the second pair flat, and put it under my shirt.

  "How many items?" the attendant asked.

  "One," I smiled, and twirled the hanger to show her.

  She took a green placard down marked with a one, and handed it to me. I walked into the dressing room, and took off my sweats. I quickly removed the jeans from under my shirt, and put them on. I put my sweats back on top of them, and came out.

  "Did you like them?" the same attendant asked.

  "Yes, I will buy them," I replied, and handed her the one placard. I waited in line and finally got to the register.

  "$6.64," the associate told me.

  I went into my backpack, and pulled out my wallet to pay. I handed her the exact amount and she processed it, then handed me my receipt and bag. As I was zipping my backpack, I heard someone yell.

  "Hey!" I looked to see a security guard pointing at me.

  "Ma'am, you need to pay for those!" the girl who rung me up said.

  "I just did!" I replied.

  Just as I said that, I realized the price tag for the jeans under my sweats was poking out. I booked it out the door, with the security hot on my heels. I assumed he'd stop chasing me once I got far, but he didn't. He was pretty fast, and I was scared as hell. As I was running, that same Lexus from about a week ago pulled up. The passenger window rolled down, and I saw Julius alone.

  "Who you running from? Get in!" he yelled. I didn't hesitate, and pulled on his door handle. He sped off, and I saw the security guy stop to catch his breath.

  "Fuck," I said as I plopped my head on the headrest.

  "What the hell, ma?! What you running from?" Julius chuckled as he drove.

  "Fucking security, at bitch ass Oscar’s!" I spat, as if they had stolen from me.

  "You ain't out here stealing, is you?" he asked.

  "I am," I inhaled, and his cologne invaded my nostrils.

  "You too pretty for that."

  "No such thing," I replied, looking out the window.

  He chuckled. "So this is how you spend your Sunday nights?" he smiled.

  "Ain't shit else for a 16 year old to do," I spat.

  "Want to come party with the homies?" he asked. I didn't want to seem like a square and say no. I wasn't no fucking square, by the way.

  "I can fuck with it for a bit," I replied, trying to sound cool although I was nervous.

  Julius chuckled and picked up his speed. We arrived to a nice-sized house, and I wondered if this was his own.

  "Your momma let you have parties?" I asked, unbuckling my seat belt.

  "I don't live with my momma, shorty," Julius replied. He smiled, and he had the most alluring smile ever. He was sucking on a jolly rancher candy, and he made it look so good. I had never seen a guy as sexy as him that wasn't on TV.

  We exited the car and as we got closer, I heard "Bitches N Marijuana" by Chris Brown and Tyga bumping. Julius opened his door, and I followed him in. It was about seven people there, including Bianca and that ass-wipe from my job.

  "The stuck up hoe from CVS!" the ass-wipe smiled.

  "Fuck you," I spat, making everyone laugh.

  "She on you, Greg!" some random laughed.

  "Have a seat," Bianca smiled, and patted the couch pillow next to her.

  I felt so under dressed. All these chicks in here had on expensive brands, and I didn't. I had on those sweats, my usual knock off Keds, and a burgundy shirt. My long, chestnut-colored hair was down with a part down the middle. Julius came and sat next to me, so now I was sandwiched between he and his girlfriend.

  "You want a drink, Natalia?" Bianca stood up.

  "She 16, ma," Julius said.

  "Who waits until they're 21 anymore?" Bianca chuckled.

  "How old are you?" I asked Julius, raising my brow.

  "19," he replied.

  "Oh," I said, caught off guard. I thought he was my age.

  My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out to see Frank's name. "That's your nigga?" Julius asked.

  "No. Hell no!” I replied, frowning.

  "Just a fuck buddy?" he smiled, hypnotizing me again. His peanut butter skin was flawless, and his lips looked so soft.

  "I don't fuck," I replied.

  "You a virgin?" he asked surprised, and I nodded.

  "Natalia, what are you? Part Russian or some shit?" Greg asked.

  "No, I don't know," I shrugged.

  "How the fuck you don't know?" Greg shook his head and laughed. I hated his ass, and this was only the second time I was around him.

  "Cause my momma don't know what all she is, and she only told me my daddy was black. So maybe I'm mixed, maybe I ain't nigga," I spat, and everyone laughed.

  "Little spicy 16 year old!" someone said. There were thick clouds of smoke, so I couldn't see whom.

  "You smoke?" Bianca asked, returning with my drink. I nodded and sipped it. It was cranberry and vodka; my favorite. Bianca lit up a blunt, and then passed it to me.

  I smoked and drank all damn night, until the wee hours of the morning. I woke up on the couch, and saw it was 9 a.m. Fuck. School started at 8:15. I grabbed my phone, and saw I had five missed calls from Lucy.

  "Good morning, sleepy head," Bianca smiled, walking out with just a wife beater on. She had way more body than I’d ever seen, just like my mother.

  "Good morning. Do you think I can get a ride to school?" I asked squinting. My head was killing me.

  "I ain't dressed, but Julius can," she pointed over her shoulder.

  "Come on ma," Julius said, entering the room. He looked so sexy in a gray pullover, dark jeans, and gray low top chucks. He wore a gray snapback to complete the look. His cologne smelled so good, and temporarily relieved my headache.

  "You gon’ go to school without washing ya ass?"
Bianca frowned up.

  "No," I said, plopping back down on the couch. I had enough problems; I was not going to school in cheap clothes and un-bathed.

  ***

  "Who you live with?" Julius asked as he drove me home.

  "My sister," I lied. Shit, Dalia was more of a sister than a mom.

  "Cool," he nodded as he pulled up to my apartment complex. "Let me get your number, Natalia." Julius said as he parked the car.

  "You ha-have a girlfriend," I replied, looking into his perfect face.

  "We friends, ain't we? I just want to make sure you good on occasions. It ain't nothing like what you think," he smiled, and so did I.

  I read off my number, and he stored it. My phone chimed, and I looked at the screen hoping it wasn't Frank's thirsty ass. I saw it was an un-stored number.

  "That's me," Julius said.

  "K. Thanks for the ride," I replied, and hopped out quickly. I couldn't wait to tell Lucy about me turning up with Julius and his friends all night.

  Chapter 5: Natalia

  1 Week Later

  It was Friday night, and I was happy I didn't work tomorrow. I was laying in bed after a nice hot shower, when I heard my phone play "Lady in a Glass Dress" by Chris Brown. It was around 1 a.m., so I knew it was probably Frank. As soon as I found out how to block him, I would. I decided to check it so it wouldn't notify me again, and saw it was Julius. A smile crept across my face, but it faded once I thought of Bianca. I slid open my iPhone, and clicked my messages app.

  Julius: Natalia! Are you part Russian?

  Me: No! Lol.

  Julius: Ohhhh lol. Wyd?

  Me: Watching TV.

  Julius: Come outside.

  Me: Okay.

  I didn't know why he was here, but I was bored. I threw on a white t-shirt, some grey velour shorts, and flip-flops. I unwrapped my long hair, which was now pressed, and let it cascade down my back. I grabbed my house keys and phone, and then ran through the apartment.

  "Where you going Natalia?" my mother asked.

  "Just to see a friend downstairs," I replied.

  She looked me up and down suspiciously. "Don't be opening your legs, Natalia!" she spat, and went back to her room. It’s not like she cared; she just didn't want me getting pregnant cause she didn't want any babies around.

  I ran down my steps, and out the complex gate. I spotted Julius' Lexus and headed over. I heard him unlock the doors, so I tugged on the handle.

  "Hi," I said as I got in. His cologne smelled heavenly, and it mixed nicely with the coconut air freshener. I could see his eyes were low under his red snapback, so I knew he was high. He was sucking on a jolly rancher again, looking so sexy.

  "Sup ma," he looked over at me and smiled. His full lips against his peanut butter skin made me feel hot all over. What was he doing to me?

  "So this how you spend your Friday nights?" I asked, using his words against him.

  "In the company of beautiful girls? All the time," he winked.

  "Where is Bianca?" I asked, feeling nervous.

  "At work," he replied.

  "Work? Where does she work this late?" I asked. I knew she didn't work at a pharmacy like me.

  "Strip club," Julius chuckled.

  "Oh," I replied.

  "Let's go to the crib," he said as he cranked up his car and pulled off. I wanted to protest, but I didn't.

  We arrived to his house, and hopped out immediately. Once we entered, I noticed the house was much cleaner than last time. I actually got to see the house with a clear head.

  "Cleaned up?" I said as I sat down.

  "Nah, Bianca did," he replied, walking to his kitchen. "Thirsty?" he asked.

  "Yes," I replied. He returned from the kitchen with some Smirnoff Ice drinks. "Thank you," I said as he sat down.

  We decided to watch Boardwalk Empire on HBO Go. I was disappointed at first, cause I didn't like those types of shows, but it was pretty interesting. After watching a couple episodes, Julius draped his arm around me, and I froze up.

  "What would Bianca say if she knew I was here, alone with you?" I asked nervously.

  "She won’t know," he replied. He leaned down, and started to kiss on my neck.

  "Julius…" I moaned.

  He reached his hand between my legs, and began to massage my pussy through my velour shorts. It was feeling good as hell, and I was wondering why. He kissed up my face, and then my lips. His full lips against my full lips felt like heaven on Earth. He switched back and forth between sucking my top lip, and sucking my bottom lip, and it felt so good that I forgot where I was for a moment.

  "Julius wait, I can’t do this. I don't want to," I said. He kissed my cheek, and then my lips again.

  "I ain't never kissed another girl on the lips while with Bianca. I just bust my nut and dip. For some reason, I really want to fuck with you, Natalia," he said as he planted soft kisses on my lips. Butterflies consumed my stomach as I closed my eyes and let him make love to my mouth. I could taste the blue raspberry jolly rancher he ate a couple hours ago, mixed with the watermelon Smirnoff.

  "Can you take me home?" I said, breaking away from his kiss.

  "Why?" he asked, biting his plump, bottom lip. I needed to get out of here, because I was liking what he did. I didn't want to lose my virginity to someone who was involved, especially when I knew his girlfriend.

  "Cause I don't want to do this," I said in a low tone. I prayed that he complied. He stared into my eyes for a little bit, then pecked me once more.

  "Aight, come on," he finally said, getting off the couch.

  On the way to my house, he didn't say a word to me. We just listened to Kendrick Lamar the whole time. After about 15 minutes, we finally arrived at my house.

  "Are you mad at me?" I asked, placing my hand on the seat belt release button.

  "Not mad at all," he smiled and bit his lip, hypnotizing me.

  "Okay, good. Goodnight," I smiled, and got out the car.

  I ran up the stairs and texted Lucy all the details. I couldn't talk to Julius anymore.

  Chapter 6: Julius Tate

  3 Weeks Later

  Don't get it twisted now; I liked Bianca a lot, but Natalia's young ass was sexy as fuck. When I first saw her at CVS, I knew I wanted to fuck. I was kind of upset that she was 16, but that didn't stop me from thinking about banging her out 24/7. Her smooth caramel complexion was mouth watering. I loved her long brown hair, nice little fat ass, small perky breasts, and smooth toned thighs. She wasn’t as thick as the girls I’m used to smashing, but she was just as bad nonetheless. I knew I had a problem when I kissed her lips. I've fucked a lot of hoes on the side, but made sure to keep my lips to myself. Natalia was different though; I knew I wanted to fuck her on more than one occasion.

  Anyway, my name is Julius Tate, and you guessed it - I'm a hustler. I sell dope and I make good money doing so. I tried other jobs and shit, but they never worked out for me. I was always either late, missing days, or taking a break for too damn long. I wasn't tripping though, because the lifestyle I wanted, those jobs couldn't afford. The type of money I bring in at the moment allows me to afford a nice small house, my Lexus, and nice clothes and jewelry. That's all I really need, because the hoes came even when I was broke as fuck. At the moment, I work for someone else's operation, but I have plans in the works to have my own shit running. My mother named me after the most famous Roman dictator, Julius Caesar, and it was a perfect fit for me because I was born to run shit, not follow along. I ain't gon’ come up out here in Indiana though, because I ain't one to step on toes, especially the toes of a nigga who put me on.

  I worked for a nigga named Hugo, and he was rich as hell. He ran a tight fucking ship, but that only meant constant bread. You never had to wonder if you was getting good money, cause it was a no brainer. Hugo found me when I was robbing niggas, and decided to put me on. He said I had heart, and treated me like a son. Shit, a nigga didn't have a father, so it felt good to have that bond with somebody. My mother was a crack
head, and we really didn't fuck with each other. Her bad ass habit was the reason we were on the streets and shit. Being a stick up kid was the only way I knew to make money. That was another reason I liked Natalia; she was a hustler. She didn't have the means, but instead of sitting on her ass looking for a rich nigga to take care of her, she went out and got it; that shit turned me on lowkey.

  Bianca was a hustler, sort of. As long as she could strip, she could make money but if she couldn't strip, she'd be broke. The club she worked at, Black Light, was a pretty popping ass spot, so she made a good amount. However, Bianca blew her money on labels, and lived paycheck-to-paycheck pretty much. That doesn't really apply to strippers per say, but you know what I mean. Soon as she blew her money, she was in my face with her fucking hand out. She had no goals outside of the strip club, and that shit was a turn off.

  "I'm hungry babe," Bianca whined.

  "What you got a taste for, ma?" I asked.

  "St. Elmo's," she smiled.

  "Come on," I replied, shaking my head.

  I was starting to feel like a fucking sugar daddy. I didn't mind spending money on my lady, but I didn't feel Bianca deserved it. Our relationship just kind of happened. She was a good ass fuck buddy, and then just kind of maneuvered her way into my life. I wasn't tripping, because I still smashed other hoes whenever I wanted; she knew that too.

  "Is that Natalia?" I said out loud as we drove down the street.

  "Oh yeah. It is," Bianca nodded. "What are you doing?" she asked when she saw me slowing down.

  I rolled down Bianca's window, "Hey ma," I smiled.

  "Oh, hey Julius. Hi Bianca," Natalia half smiled. I wanted to get in her ass about ignoring my texts for the past three weeks, but I couldn't in front of Bianca.

  "Where you headed?" I asked.

  "To my best friend Lucy's house," she smiled, avoiding eye contact. Damn she was so beautiful. Maybe it wasn't good for me to fuck with her, cause I was not tryna fall in love. A nigga like me couldn't love any bitches, cause of my weak ass mama.

  "You want a ride?" I asked, and Bianca looked at me.