Dirty South Divas

by Kia

  “Slow down,” Slick said as he took his shirt off and laid it on the bed. My head started to spin because I had drunk so much at one time. “Get over here with ya fine ass. You know why we here.” He took his shoes off too.

  “I want you to take my clothes off,” I said as I walked over to him and sat down in his lap. Slick was a straight up thug, and I loved that about him.

  “Bet.” He began to roughly rip my clothing off of me and I liked it.

  “I don’t wanna give it to you,” I moaned as he threw me onto the bed.

  “I’ma take it then.” He crawled on the bed with me and slid off my panties. This time I came prepared, and was wetter than Voss water.

  “Bae, I came ready this time,” I said as he roughly pulled my legs and wrapped them around his hips.

  “I see. That’s why I’ma bless ya game and beat that pussy up.”

  When he said that, I remembered how sore he had me last time. “Can we start off slow?”

  “Damn, Malina. You know that pussy calling for me. Don’t make me slow down when I’m in it.” He reached on the dresser and slid a condom on. His dick was dangling like a door stopper.

  “Bae, forreal. You made me bleed last time.”

  “I knew I wasn’t tripping. You left blood on my condom last time.”

  “See.”

  “I’ght. Got you. Come here,” he said, pulling my legs toward him some more.

  Finally, he slipped his log in and it made a grand entrance through my walls.

  “Fuck, bae. Damn. Shit.” I was moaning all type of nonsense.

  “I like this tight pussy right here. You gonna let me have it?” he asked as he went at a slow but steady pace.

  “Ooooh. Yeeeeaaa. Yeah, bae,” I moaned. The liquor was kicking in and my tolerance level got higher.

  “This gonna be my pussy. Ain’t it?” he asked while still pumping.

  I didn’t answer because his dick was feeling too good.

  “Oooohhhh, yeeaaaaa,” I finally moaned as he pushed his dick even further. “It’s yoooouuurs.”

  “I know this shit mine.”

  “Kiss me,” I said as I leaned in for a kiss. He leaned down and bit my neck

  “Turn around. Let me see them back shots,” he said as he slapped me on the ass and waited for me to turn around.

  “Nah, fuck that. Get on top,” he said as he laid beside me and pulled me onto his dick with no warning. I screamed in pain as all of my weight bore down on him and his dick.

  “Like that?” I asked as I began to grind on it.

  “Make them titties bounce,” he said as he grabbed a hand full of my breasts.

  I began to bounce on the dick so my titties would bounce also. I looked down at his face and saw that his eyes were low, looking like they were about to roll to the back of his head. So I began to pound harder and harder until I felt him about to cum.

  “Oh shit, I’m ’bout to come,” I moaned while letting it all go.

  “I’m right behind ya,” he said as he exploded into the condom.

  We repeated this for the rest of the night.

  Damn, how Divine let this go?

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Neiman

  It was now around three in the morning and Divine and I were up shooting the shit like old times. Why did it always take tragedies to bring the good times back between family? I will never know, but I was loving the attention from her. She poured us a glass of wine and made us some cheese dip as we watched Paid in Full on DVD.

  “I’m loving this couch. So comfortable,” I said as she lay on the opposite end of me.

  “Yeah? I was thinking about getting a new one.”

  “Well, give me this one.”

  “Cool.”

  “Yo, be real with me. Where you and Malina getting all this money from?” I asked.

  A blind man could see they had come up. They were always out of town, new clothes and shoes, new hair styles… just new everything.

  “Malina got this trick nigga down in Houston, and he be flying us all over. You know? Small shit,” she said, sipping her wine.

  “Small shit? Bitch act like I didn’t just see that big ass stack of money under the kitchen cabinet.”

  She had tried to hurry up and close it earlier, but I had already seen it.

  “A bunch of chump change. He hooked me up with his other baller homie.”

  “So y’all selling pussy?” I asked with my brows lifted.

  “Bitch, really? Don’t do me,” she said, but still not denying my accusation.

  “Tell me!”

  “I did,” she said right before a knock came to the door. could tell she was low key happy that someone was there, so she wouldn’t have to answer the question.

  “It’s late as hell. That’s Malina?” I asked as she walked to the door.

  “Damn, Neiman. Quit asking me so many damn questions. And for your information, Malina ain’t coming home ’til later today.”

  “What’s up, sis?” Bishop said as he walked through the door with a tall guy behind him.

  “Bishop, I am so sick of seeing your face. What do you want?” Divine asked as she walked over and laid back on the couch.

  Bishop and his homie sat on the other two sofas.

  “Damn, Neiman, I ain’t seen you in a minute,” Bishop said, ignoring Divine.

  “I know, huh?” I asked, but I had my eye on his homie.

  Bishop noticed me eyeing his partner so he introduced us. “I’m rude. My bad. Glory, this is Neiman ol’ stuck up ass. Neiman, that’s Glory.”

  “What’s up, love?” Glory asked, flashing the diamonds in his grill.

  “Don’t listen to Bishop. Hey.”

  Divine cleared her throat at Bishop. “So why y’all here?” she asked with her arms crossed.

  “Damn, sis. Can a nigga just check on you?”

  “You don’t ever just check on me. You always coming with extra shit.”

  “Well, since you put it that way, we need to talk in private,” Bishop said. Him and Divine walked back to her room and closed the door.

  Glory’s eyes were red as hell and low. I know he was loaded. He sank low into his chair and pulled out his phone to reply to a text. This went on for a few minutes until I broke the silence.

  “Must be a busy guy,” I said.

  “Why you say that?”

  That phone been jumping since you been in here.”

  “My bad, love,” he said as he put his phone away. “Didn’t mean to offend you or some shit.”

  “I’m not mad. Just pointed out the obvious.” I laughed.

  “Yeah? So I met Malina. Who are you?”

  “I’m their other cousin. We’re all related. Me, Divine, Nyssa and Malina.”

  “Nyssa? That name sounds familiar.”

  “You met her?”

  “Nah. But now that I think about it, all y’all do kinda look alike.”

  “Who?”

  “You, Divine and Malina.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yaa. Where Malina at anyway?” he asked.

  “Shit, she left. Knowing her, she probably with her nigga of the week.”

  “Nigga of the week? What that mean?”

  “Malina like to switch them out. Feel me?” Seeing the look on his face, I quickly shut my mouth. “My bad, am I cock blocking?”

  “Nah, love. I don’t even know shorty like that for you to be cock blocking. But what about you? I see the tissue by ya feet. You been crying?” He asked. I liked that he paid attention to details.

  “It’s that obvious? Just a little bit.”

  “About what? If you don’t mind me asking…”

  “It’s a lot. Don’t really want to bother you with it.”

  “Why?”

  “We just met. You know? I ain’t tryna come off like a bitch with a million problems.”

  “Try me.”

  “You wouldn’t understand. You would call me stupid like everyone else does.”

  “Li
ke I said… try me.”

  “Just found out that my boyfriend may be paralyzed for life.”

  “Damn, love. I’m sorry to hear that. But ain’t no problem too big for God, ya heard me?” He said as leaned down and tightened the lace on his shoes.

  “He was shot by his baby mama husband.”

  “What?”

  “The baby mama that I had no idea he had.”

  “Oh, damn.”

  “And he also has a fiancé that he was planning to marry while his bitch ass was living in my damn house, not paying no fucking bills.” I had to stop myself because I was starting to rant and raise my voice.

  “So why do you feel stupid?”

  “Because my dumb ass still wanna help. Shit, I just wanna be there. You think I’m stupid? Right?”

  “Nah, you ain't stupid. Just in love. I heard we all play the fool sometimes. But on the cool, you fine as fuck. Why you even dealing with that shit? I’m sure you knew he was a fuck boy before this fuck shit.”

  “Yeah, I was just in denial.”

  “It always happens that way,” he said as he phone rang, but he ignored the call.

  “He all I know. I mean… he used to love me. You know?”

  “That be the problem with women; living in the past. Us niggas change. No disrespect, but if he changed, he probably stopped respecting you, love.”

  “What? But I never cheated on him nor have I ever did no fuck shit to him like he did to me. All I did was try to be the best woman that I could to him… flaws and all.”

  “Was this his first time cheating?”

  “Nah, but I always took him back and forgave him.”

  “That’s where you fucked up.”

  “Why? How?”

  “Love, that nigga saw you were weak the second time he fucked you over and you called begging him to come back.”

  “How you know I called begging?” I asked.

  “You look like the type.”

  “So I look weak?”

  “Nah, you just wear your heart on your sleeve. And that’s cool.”

  “How so?”

  “It’s not your fault. You just need a real nigga.”

  I laughed. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that.”

  “Sure it isn’t the first, but I ain’t worried ’bout none of that.”

  “So you different?” I asked.

  “I don’t know.”

  “You acting like you’re just so different.”

  “I ain’t acting like nothing, love. Just wanted to give you the game so you will never in life be a nigga’s crash dummy again.”

  “I wasn’t his crash dummy. See, that’s why I should have kept my mouth closed. You’re judging me like everyone else.”

  “Not at all. Just keeping it real. I don’t look at you no different than I did thirty minutes ago. Understand my lingo.”

  “Whatever, dude.”

  “Real talk. I don’t know you well enough to judge you. But check this, this nigga taking too long, so tell him I went to handle this business and to hit me up when he leaves,” Glory said.

  “Okay, cool. Thanks, mean ass,” I joked as I walked him to the door, waiting for him to ask for my number.

  “No problem, love. Keep ya head up, ya heard me?”

  “Yeah, I got you,” I said as he walked away to his jeep.

  I won’t lie, I was salty that he didn’t ask for my number.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Divine

  “Shit, but you missing the bigger picture,” Bishop said as he sat on my bed.

  “And what’s that? Seems like you tryna get me on the run like you.”

  He had come over with Glory to talk about business. Say he had more customers who needed road runners and they were looking for women. Shit, when we went to Miami, even Glory’s people offered us jobs. Business was booming, but a little too fast for me. My dad always taught me that anything that comes too fast will end fast too.

  “So what? You scared of the dark? Can’t be scared. Scared money don’t make no money,” he said, checking his diamond watch.

  “Stupid money don’t make no money either,” I clapped back.

  “Divine, c’mon. You being stupid right now. What, you don’t trust me now?”

  “Fuck no, after that bullshit you pulled with Chola and Johan. You sick.”

  “Sis, that’s a part of the game. Bruh, I knew that nigga wasn’t bouta let Chola kill y’all. Goddamn can we move past that?” he asked, rubbing his head like he was frustrated. He had some nerve to be acting aggy right now.

  “Well, I don’t know. I have to think about it.”

  “Sis, I’m bouta tell you some shit, and I want you to remember this for the rest of ya life.”

  “I’m listening,” I responded with my arms folded.

  He stood up and got closer to me. Fairly close. Too close. So I backed up. “If I wanted you knocked off, I could have done it without sending you to Johan. Understand that I got shooters that move when I say move. If I wanted you dead, I would have gotten you killed the minute you hit L.A. And Miami.”

  “What you telling me this for?”

  “I want you to trust me, Divine. I ain’t no fuck nigga. I fucks with ya the long way. I’m just tryna bless ya game ’cause you looked out for me when you went to L.A. You were my last resort and ya pulled thru. Even got fired to save me. I’ll never play you.”

  “So what?”

  “So I’ma bless ya. Not harm ya.”

  “How I know that?”

  “I just wanna see you win. You deserve it. Just ride with a nigga. Everybody done turned on me. I just need someone to trust.”

  “Well that’s not the way to do it; sending me on a dummy mission.”

  “I know, sis. Lamest shit I ever did. I’ll never do it again, and you got my word.”

  “Be honest, why you wanna help me so much? What's in this for you?” I asked.

  “Okay, I’ma tell the truth. I’ght? You doing better than I thought you would. But check this, sooner or later, the feds gonna catch up with me. I need you for multiple reasons.”

  “So you want me to handle your dirty business?” I asked.

  “Nah, it ain’t like that. I just want to upgrade ya lifestyle. You help me. I help you.”

  “Then what’s it like?”

  “If you can move that money, then you can move that dope.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Malina

  “It was early in the morning and my headache woke me up. When I opened my eyes, the sunlight attacked me and caused a migraine so I hurried to pull my head back under the covers. That’s when I noticed that Slick wasn’t in the bed. Then I heard him talking on the phone in the bathroom.

  “Tayla, I already told you about that crazy shit you be doing. Why would you send somebody to the house and you gone?” he asked her. She was on speaker phone.

  “Nigga, because I don’t trust you. Now tell me where you at…”

  “Then why the fuck you with me if you don’t trust me? You know what? Fuck that. When you get back to Dallas, pack ya shit and get the fuck out my crib. I don’t have to deal with that stupid shit.”

  “Nigga, fuck you. I ain’t going nowhere. You gonna have to push me out. And why in the fuck is Nyssa at our place? My cousin said she watched Nyssa put a key in the lock and go inside. So you givin’ bitches keys now?” Tayla asked.

  That made me raise my brow. What the fuck was she doing there?

  “Bitch, I told you she was coming there for a while. Percy got knocked and somebody kidnapped her son, so she can’t go home,” Slick said.

  “What? PJ gone?” I whispered to myself.

  “That’s Percy’s problem. Why she gotta live there?” Tayla asked.

  “So you just didn’t hear shit I said? Bye, Tayla. Come get ya shit, and if you don’t, I’ma throw that shit in the big dumpster. Fuck you mean…” He disconnected the phone and walked back into the room fully dressed.

  “Why you dressed
? It’s only 8 a.m.”

  “Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream. Get dressed so I can take you home,” he said as he picked up the condom wrappers off the floor and threw them in the trash.

  “Everything okay with you?” I asked.

  “You must heard me and Tayla arguing?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’m good. Just sick of her bullshit. I ain’t never had to deal with that from a bitch. And I ain’t bouta start.”

  “Understood. So what you doing today?” I asked as I grabbed a towel and prepared to shower.

  “Getting to this money.”

  “What do you do?” I asked. Never knew how Slick got his money. I don’t think he was a drug dealer.

  “Mind ya business, shawty.”

  “Damn, I wanna know.”

  “Just know I gets it in.”

  “Yeah? Bet you don’t get more than me,” I boasted.

  “Probably not. That’s why I don’t pocket watch. Just out here getting it for me and mine.”

  “Okay, Slick.” I rolled my eyes as I got into the shower.

  All I could think about was Nyssa and PJ. How could she not tell us what was going on? We’re family. Hell, I wanted to be there for her. The first thing I was going to do when I left there was tell Divine about this shit and curse Neiman’s ass out for keeping this from us. I know she knew.

  After getting dressed, Slick took me back to the house. Before hopping out, I tried to be funny and kiss him. He said he wasn’t in the mood, so I said fuck it and hopped out.

  When I got inside, Neiman and Divine were knocked out on the couch with the TV still on. Just the two people I needed to see, I thought as I grabbed some ice cold water and poured it on both of them.

  “What the fuck?” They both yelled as they jumped up and shook the water off.

  “What was that for?” Divine asked.

  “So wasn’t nobody gonna speak about PJ being kidnapped?” I asked.

  “Kidnapped?” Divine asked, looking over at Neiman.

  “She didn’t want anyone to know because if the police get involved, they will kill him,” Neiman said as she put her head down in shame.

  “Oh hell no, we about to go pull up on her right now,” Divine said.

  “She left my house. I don’t know where she went,” Neiman said.