Sheisty
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Sheisty
T N Baker, Kathleen Jackson, Chloe A Hilliard
SHEISTY
This is a work of fiction. The authors have invented the characters.
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Compilation and Introduction copyright (c) 2004 by Triple Crown Publications
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Library of Congress Control Number: ISBN# 0-9747895-9-
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Auhtor: T.N. Baker
Editor: Chloe A. Hilliard
Production: Kevin J. Calloway
Consulting: Vickie M. Stringer
Copyright (c) 2004 by Triple Crown Publications. All rights reserved.
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First Trade Paperback Edition Printing February 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgements
Epiphany
Keisha
Shana
Epiphany
Keisha
Shana
Epiphany
Keisha
Shana
Epiphany
Keisha
Epiphany
Keisha
Epiphany
Shana
Epiphany
Keisha
Epiphany
Shana
Epiphany
Shana
Epiphany
Shana
Epiphany
Shana
Keisha
Epiphany
Keisha
Tucker
Shana
Epiphany
Keisha
Shana
Keisha
Epiphany
Keisha
Shana
Epiphany
Shana
Keisha
C-God
Epiphany
DEDICATION
Tiana my star, Mommy loves you.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I have to thank God first for giving me the ability to write. It's because of him that I have the strength to continue, survive and face my everyday struggles. Everybody has a story to tell, but not everybody can write about it. So God, I thank you for the gift of being able to write about my thoughts as well as my experiences.
Chloe A. Hilliard, not only do I love having you as my editor but I also want to thank you for being more than just that. Thank you for going the extra mile. Your encouraging words and support has meant so much to me and for that I greatly appreciate you.
Mother, I think half of Sheisty's sells came from you; I know your proud of me. Thanks for your support, I love you!
Daddy, I know your watching over me with a smile. Nothing compares to you, I'll always love you and miss your presence.
To my beautiful daughter Tiana, you are truly the love of my life.
I can't imagine my life without you.
Grandma, Thanks for always being there for me. I love you with all my heart.
To the best sisters in the world: Tana, Tanean, and Vicki. I know I might not always show it or say it much but I love you the shit out of ya'll.
My nieces Zhana and Nehemyah Nicole and nephews Isaiah and Mica, Auntie loves you guys!!! My gorgeous god daughter Badriyah, I love you. To my brother-in-law, Michael, my aunts and uncles, especially you Uncle Andre for all that you did for me as a kid, and just for being a cool ass uncle since you got older. I love you! Oh yeah, Auntie Barbara, I know you 'gon make sure all your co-workers and internet buddies purchase my books. Luv ya!
To all my cousins, I love you guys. My best friend Aisha, I'm glad your back in N.Y.C girl...I miss hanging out with you!
Wa boogie, Thanks for putting me up on the first book to ever spark my interest (The Coldest Winter Ever) I've been hooked on reading ever since. I hope you can find it in your heart to be my friend again-I love and miss you!
To My TCP family much love, keep dropping the hot books!!!!
Vickie Stringer, thanks for believing in me, putting me down with your crown and pushing my book the way you do...Much love!
Last, but not least, to all my fans that supported Sheisty, Still Sheisty and now Sheisty Revised...I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Sheisty
EPIPHANY
I don't know who sang this old school song, but I turned up the radio volume, and sang the hook as loud as I could.
' Use what you got to get what you want.' Ain't that the truth.
I'm 22 years old, pushing a 325 BMW, living in a $700 a month apartment, all being funded by the power of the pussy.
Shit, with beauty and a booty who needs a job? I mean, let's not get it twisted. I ain't no dummy. I did graduate from high school.
I even thought about college briefly, when Keisha went. Then, I remembered how glad I was to finally be finished with high school. Me, with a job? Never! For one, I don't like being told what to do. I hate getting up in the morning and being on time is just something I ain't good at. Now sex, I could do that. And for money, I could do it all day. Don't get me wrong, I ain't no street corner hoe, or nothing like that. I just prefer to date guys with money that don't mind paying to play, because after a good time the bills still gotta get paid.
It's like my mother always said, "If you want quality, you gotta pay for it," and Epiphany Janee Wright is top of the line quality.
I was excited about my date tonight with Smitty, a potential
"sponsor." A sponsor, buyer, or trick are just some of the little titles me and my girls like to use to describe these niggas out here tricking, a.k.a. financially taking care of a woman's needs.
I met him at the club last night, and from the looks of it, he had a lot of cash. But what impressed me was the bottle of Dom P he sent over to my table, along with his number. Now, that's class. Most guys will press hard for the digits, but won't come up outta them pockets to buy a drink. Hum, first impressions are the best impressions.
I glanced at the clock it was 6:00 p.m. Smitty was picking me up in two hours, and knowing me, it was gonna take every bit of that two hours to get ready. I hopped in the shower and was dressed, looking and smelling good, at exactly 8:00 p.m. I was kind of excited about possibly gaining a new sponsor, that I forgot to call Malikai (my current trick), with an excuse for why I wouldn't be seeing him tonight. I'm surprised that I haven't heard from him all day. There's no question about it, his ass is sprung and I'd like to keep it that way. Whatever it takes to keep his cash flowing my way, I'll do. I ain't tryna mess that up and the key to that, is just keeping the nigga happy. Any real woman knows how to keep a man happy. You just fuck 'em when they wanna be fucked and tell 'em what they wanna hear.
Smitty showed up an hour late, blowing the horn of his Expedition truck like I was the one that kept him waiting. When I got in the truck, I could tell he was still pleased with my looks by the smile on his face. On the other hand, he didn't look as good as I thought--which was a slight disappointment--but he appeared to be paid and that's what's up. Money does make a difference. I've seen it turn a frog into Prince and a beast into a beauty queen on many occasions, especially in the entertainment industry. I won't name no names, they know who they are.
"So, where we going?" I asked.
"Yo, I gotta make a stop at my crib firs
t and then we'll go get something to eat, a'ight?" He said.
I thought to myself as I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes at him, I let him slide for being late, now he's pushing it. Smitty had this cockiness about him. I wasn't feeling his personality at all and my attitude was starting to show it. To top it off, he lived with his mother in the projects. Don't get me wrong, I don't have nothing against a nigga from the projects getting paper, but if you could splurge out 30g's or more for a truck, your next move should be to come up outta the PJs.
"Yo, come on cause I'm a be a minute, and I ain't trying to leave your fine ass out here around these niggas," Smitty said.
I wasn't sure if he meant they would be trying to push up on me, or rob me, so I went with him into the three-story building.
Upstairs, the apartment was a mess. His mother looked like she was his #1 customer, assuming he had to be a drug dealer. I followed him to the back of the three-bedroom apartment, to a steel door with four locks on it. When Smitty opened the door to his room, to my surprise, it didn't even look like a part of the dingy apartment. He had a nice bedroom set, stereo equipment, a DVD player and all the CDs and DVD movies you could possibly think of. His shit was laced. Nevertheless, I wasn't impressed. It was still just a room, at his mom's, in the projects.
He locked the door, turned on his stereo, and blasted Black Rob's "Like Whoa", put a movie on also and muted the sound.
Then he opened up a safe down by the side of the bed filled with drugs, money, two guns and some jewelry. He lifted his pant leg up, pulled a stack of money tied in a rubber band from out of his sock, counted it and placed it in the safe.
As he shut the door to the safe, he quickly glanced over at me to see if I was looking. I pretended to be glued to the television. Smitty came over to me and started to caress my leg, talking loudly over the music about how good I looked and how badly he wanted to fuck me. I laughed, because I found this nigga hilarious. Here it is, he hadn't even spend any real money yet and already he's pushing up on the pussy.
"Nigga Please. Look, you got shit twisted, Smitty. I don't know what you are use to, but this ass right here ain't free." I got straight to the point, since I already knew I wasn't gon' fuck with his ugly frontin', like he stacking, still livin' with his momma ass.
The look on his face turned cold. What was I thinking? As a matter of fact, I wasn't thinking. I was locked in a room with this thug ass nigga and no one knew where I was, or who I was with.
No sooner then that thought crossed my mind, Smitty grabbed me by my throat and forcefully got on top off me.
"Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am? I ain't never had to pay fo' no pussy and I ain't bout to start." I felt helpless and almost breathless from the tight grip he had on my neck. Tears streamed down the sides of my face as he pulled my panties to the side with his free hand and rammed his dick inside me. It seemed like forever, although it was only a few strokes long. I couldn't believe that I was being violated like this and all I could think about was what he might do next.
Suddenly, he pulled his dick out, bust his nut all over me and arrogantly said, "I took the pussy you trick ass bitch, now what, just fix your shit and get the fuck out!!!!"
KEISHA
Tucker was really starting to get on my nerves. It had to be my hormones tripping me out because I love the ground he walks on, but sometimes his excitement of having his first born drives me nuts. These last few months have been moving so slowly. I barely see my friends anymore. Once in a while, Shana will call or stop by with gifts for the baby and small talk, but Epiphany has become so distant. I've called and left several messages on her machine, I even asked Malikai to tell her to call me. To be honest, I don't know what is up with her. She acts like pregnancy is contagious. Tucker and I have been engaged for over a month and I haven't even been able to share the news with her.
It hurts to feel like I'm losing not only my best friend, but more like my sister.
Shit, I feel closer to her and her family then I do my own blood. Epiphany and I grew up together; I always admired the fact that she was raised in such a loving household by her mother and her father. Me, on the other hand, was just the opposite.
I don't even remember my father and my mother being an alcoholic is all I seem too remember. I spent a lot of nights over Epiphany's house to get away from my mother. E's parents always treated me like family. Sometimes that girl doesn't realize how lucky she is to have concerned parents that give her the world.
Besides Epiphany, Tucker is the only other person I consider to be family.
I have two younger sisters that live in Atlanta with our grand-mother, who's always got her hand out for something. She thinks since Tucker's high rolling it's our responsibility to help her support my sisters. And speaking of support, I haven't heard from my so-called mother Loretta since I moved in with Tucker, five years ago. My childhood has made me a little bitter, but at the same time, I've learned from it.
I always felt as if I was ahead of my class; so to get out faster, I dropped out of high school in the 11th grade, got my G.E.D.
and completed four years of college a year ahead of time. I'm going back for my Master's after my baby is born. So you see I do have a plan, I am not about to let life pass me by, while I sit around feeling sorry for myself like my mother did. I will give my child the life I never had, no matter what it takes.
I've been with Tucker since I was 16. He's the only man I've ever been with sexually. I love him dearly. So if something were to happen to him, I don't think that I would make it. That's why I wish he would leave the drug game alone. Tucker makes a lot of money selling dope. Business for him is always good, so the money is definitely consistent. And you know what that means: more money, more problems. I know he loves me, so I don't worry about losing him to another woman, but the streets? Now, that's a different story.
SHANA
It's Friday and all I can think about is hitting the club tonight.
Since K.C., my abusive ass man got locked up two days ago, I don't have to worry about him running up on me in the clubs no more. Trying to smack a bitch up 'cause I'm out doing the same shit he doing. K.C. no doubt is my nigga and he got some good dick, but he be thinking just because he spend his money on me, he own my ass.
I remember one time me and Epiphany was hanging out at Cheetah's on a Friday night having the time of our life. When here this nigga comes, up from out of nowhere making a scene, talking bout "Go home."
I'm like, "What! Go home?" Yo, the way that nigga was acting threw me way off 'cause I just started fucking around with him. Right then and there I should've seen the 'beat a bitch' signs written all over his ass. But you know how that goes.
Instead, I just thought the nigga was really feeling me like that
'cause I'm thinking, ' Why else would he lose it and wanna beat the shit out of me, if he ain't care. ' Most of the time, it was my fault anyway. I'm just the type of chick that's gonna do what the fuck I wanna do, and deal with the consequences later. Needless to say, getting my ass kicked was always the consequences for fucking with his ass. We stayed on some war of the roses type of shit 'cause he wasn't gon' just be fucking me up without getting a few bumps and bruises too. I'll go hard for mines. But that's still my boo, and shit, ya'll know what they say, "Love is blinder then a muthafucka."
Epiphany couldn't stand K.C. One time she went as far as to say he tried to holla her. Now don't get me wrong, that's my homegirl. I've known her for years, but most of the time I just don't be feeling her whole attitude. She thinks every nigga wants to get with her. When she told me that, I can't say the thought of it maybe being true didn't bother me, but he denied it and I believed him. Shit, this nigga was taking care of me and I loved how he took care of me. On top of that, did I mention the sex was the BOMB! I wasn't letting shit come in between us for nobody. That is until this nigga went and did some dumb shit and got locked the fuck up for a third felony charge. Three strikes and your out, so ain't no need in trying to hold on
'cause K.C.'s finished, finito, outta here, he's locked up for the rest of his life.
Shit, I ain't that stand by your man type of bitch, not if the nigga doing a life long bid. I'll tell you this much though, that's a waste of some good dick and I'll damn sure miss his ass.
My skills ain't as tight as Epiphany's when it comes to pulling a nigga that'll spend his dough on me. So when I pulled K.C., I tried to hold onto his ass.
Epiphany had it good 'cause she grew up in a house. It don't matter what the neighborhood is like, as long as it's a house.
With niggas, that plays a big part in the amount of respect they'll give you. On top of that, she's a pretty girl, plus all the way high maintenance. So, a nigga knows if he come at her, he gotta come correct. Me, I'm a cutie, but I'm from the PJs. So with that fact alone, it don't matter what I look like. Right off the back, niggas don't respect me. They stereotype me hard, assuming I'm a hoe or I got three or four kids by different daddies. One thing that does make me better than Epiphany though, is I can rock with a dude for his cash but I also know how to get out there and get my own paper too.
I'm a hustler, anyway it comes--boosting, credit card scams, cell phone hookups or transporting shit out of town for the cats around my way. You name it, along with the right price, and I'm down. Natural born hustler, it's in my blood. So with or without a trick ass nigga, I'm a get mine regardless 'cause I love the dough. I just started dancing at this strip club called Honey's. Yo!
I made $500 in three short hours just off pussy popping to some R&B and hip hop. Now that's what's up. Shit, for some people that's a month's rent, some food in the fridge with a little pocket change' left over for the club.
I was thinking about putting Epiphany on 'cause she'd make a killing, and for that kind of easy cash, her money hungry ass just might be down to do it. But knowing her if so, she'll only steal the spotlight and fuck up my shine, so on second thought, I'll keep my shit on the low.