Talk of the Town

by Tanya Ridley

  As I approached the bar, I made sure to stand right next to him, so he could smell the sweet fragrance of my Hanae Mori perfume. “Excuse me, can I get a Belvedere and Cranberry,” I said to the bartender.

  The weak link immediately looked at me and smiled. “What’s up, gorgeous? Can I buy that drink for you?”

  “Sure,” I responded. I batted my eyes and licked my lips. Weak guys always fell for that shit.

  “Yo, bartender, let me get two bottles of Cristal and put that Vodka and Cran on my tab,” he ordered.

  “You a baller huh,” I said, standin’ so close he could probably smell what I had for dinner two days ago.

  He turned to look at me, like he was fuckin’ speechless. “Um…um…yeah, me and my niggahs always get down up in here. You know how we do, beautiful.”

  I smiled, and definitely played him so close, that I felt his hard-on pressing against me. The weak link loved every bit of me and instantly invited me back to the V.I.P section with his boys as soon as the drinks arrived. That was too easy, I thought.

  Clutchin’ two bottles of Cristal in his hands and navigating his way through the thick dance floor, I followed behind the link closely. When we reached the roped off V.I.P area, the link passed through easily, but the bouncer looked at me reluctantly.

  “Yo, she wit’ me,” he said, reachin’ for my hand.

  The bouncer nodded and let me though with ease. I followed the weak link up a few short steps and entered the V.I.P area where Praise and his entourage were seated around a large circular table that was cluttered with several more bottles of champagne.

  As soon as I was in full view, all eyes were on me. I wasn’t the only woman in their presence, but I was the most remarkable.

  “Damn, niggah, we send you to the bar to get two bottles of Cris, and you come back wit’ her? Yo, we need to send this mutha-fucka to the bar more often,” Praise joked.

  “You know me, Praise,” the weak link bragged.

  “Yeah whatever niggah, you must’ve paid her about two g’s to follow your ass in here,” Praise continued.

  Shit, for two g’s I would’ve taken him outside and gave up a nice piece of ass.

  “What’s your name, beautiful?” Praise asked me.

  I knew it was time to get a new name, but it was all I could think of at that moment. “Precious.” “And that you are,” he responded. “My name is Praise, please have a seat.”

  I saw the other women cut their eyes at me as I sat down, but I didn’t care. I knew they were probably threatened by my sudden presence, but I was only there to do a job, not clown around with these seven gram niggahs.

  I sat in between the weak link and Praise, who couldn’t stop staring at me. I knew he liked what he saw. He was seated next to some high yellow bimbo with big breasts, but she didn’t have anything on me. I had sex appeal and style.

  His entire crew were loud, obnoxious show offs, who flashed lots of money, got high and were probably thirsty for some ass. Being around them was startin’ to get on my nerves, so I wanted to hurry up and get the show on the road.

  Suddenly, I felt the weak link’s hand wander under the table and it soon found a place on my uncovered thigh. I let it be, he was cute, and his touch excited me. While the link molested me under the table, Praise still couldn’t take his eyes off of me. His eyes seemed to talk to me, so I returned his gaze and licked my lips.

  “Bitch, you got a problem with your fuckin’ eyes,” the high yellow bimbo shouted.

  “I know this bitch ain’t talkin’ to me,” I loudly returned.

  “Yes, I’m talkin’ to you. Don’t be starin’ at my man like that!”

  I chuckled. I was tired of runnin’ into fake ass broads who wanted to be gangstas. “Yo, you better check your girl before she finds herself fucked up,” I replied, lookin’ at Praise.

  “Fuck you!” she shouted.

  “Meeka, chill. Look, take her to the bar and get her a drink,” Praise ordered to the weak link.

  “But Praise, I just came from the bar,” the link responded.

  “And…” Praise shouted. “Just go niggah, and take your time.”

  The link looked unpleased by Praise’s order to go back to the bar, but held his composure. Besides, Praise was the boss. His cheap fills off of me were gettin’ him hard, and gettin’ me somewhat excited, but now Praise had my attention.

  “Praise, don’t even go there!” Meeka yelled.

  “What? Look, just get your ass up and go wit’ that niggah to the bar to get a few drinks,” Praise said, more like command than a suggestion.

  The weak link and Meeka reluctantly got up. Meeka stared at me for a few seconds, and I returned her glare with a nasty smirk. That bitch knew what was about to go down with Praise, so to throw salt on her wound, I said, “Hey, can you tell her to bring me back a Belvedere and Cranberry.”

  “Bitch, fuck you!” Meeka cursed and stormed off.

  As soon as the two losers left the V.I. P. area, Praise didn’t waste anytime gettin’ to know me a little better. “Precious, come sit next to your boy.”

  Praise made some room for me next to him, and told the rest of the bitches at the table to get up and leave. Damn, I guess he got more than one weak link. As they followed his orders, I sat next to him like a magnet.

  “So why are you alone, beautiful?” he asked.

  “I choose to be.”

  “Well, it’s good you came alone because I don’t want to fuck some niggah up tonight,” Praise replied. “Yo, I’m ready to roll out. Are you rollin’ wit’ a niggah for the night?”

  “I’m down for whatever,” I responded with a sexy grin.

  We both got up and made our way toward the exit, when the weak link and Meeka walked back into the area. The link had two drinks in his hands, and Meeka just had an attitude.

  “Where do you think you’re goin’ wit’ this bitch!” Meeka barked, twisting her neck and rollin’ her eyes at me.

  “Look, you seriously need to watch your mouth!” I spat back.

  “Is that a fuckin’ threat? This is my man, I’m tired of your trifling ass!” she shouted.

  I sighed. This girl was askin’ for a beat down. “Praise, check this stupid bitch before I hurt her,” I said, ballin’ up my fist. She was lucky I couldn’t pull out my gun. Luckily Ace had set it up where I didn’t have to get searched at the door when I first arrived, so I could get my gun inside. Maybe he knew somethin’ might pop off.

  “Meeka, we gonna go talk for a minute, so stop actin’ jealous,” Praise said to her.

  “You’re full of shit. You can’t talk to a hoe. You should’ve left this hoe where you found her,” she yelled to the weak link.

  I was tired of her talkin’ shit. She’d come at me wrong too many times in one night, so I slowly walked away and went back to the table.

  “Yeah you better step the fuck off!” I heard her yell.

  I picked up an empty champagne bottle, and gripped it tightly in my hand. I then walked back over to her, with a casual expression even though I was heated. “Disrespect me again, and you gonna see what’s up.”

  “Shut the fuck up, hoe….”

  Before she could say another word, that empty bottle quickly smashed against her head, and she instantly stumbled back.

  “I told you to stop disrespectin’ me!” I shouted.

  Meeka dropped to the floor, clutching her head. She was bleeding badly, but that didn’t stop me from whooping her ass. I caught her with a hard right, and then stomped the shit out of her. The crowd around us was in awe, and for the first few minutes, no one attempted to stop me.

  “Yo, Precious, chill,” I heard Praise say, as he and his boys pulled me off of her.

  “Fuck that, I warned her,” I screamed.

  Praise held me tightly in his arms. He looked over at one of his boys and said, “Handle this shit. I’m out.”

  With that, he led me to a back exit before security came on the scene. I wanted to continue beatin’ that bitch
down, but then I remembered what I was there for in the first place, and decided to calm down. I was finally alone with Praise as we walked to his ride.

  Praise led me by my hand as we made our way to the front of the club where he was parked. I walked beside him like everything was all good. We looked like a couple who was ignoring all the drama that was happening around us. Once we reached the front entrance, there was still a small crowd waitin’ to get inside even though security had shut everythin’ down. Within minutes, the flashing police lights lit up the night. Several minutes later, I was safely inside the passenger’s seat of Praise’s pearl Escalade.

  “Yo, Precious, you a wild girl,” he said, speedin’ off. “I mean, I’ve never seen anyone come at Meeka like that.”

  “That bitch bit off more than she could chew. I ain’t the one to fuck wit,” I replied.

  “I see this,” he said.

  As we drove past, several policemen jumped out of their cars like they were ready for war. “Damn, you definitely do make a scene. It looks like four police cars have rolled up for your ass,” he said.

  I knew O.C. and Ace would’ve been pissed if the plan had gone sour, so I was happy that Praise decided to get me out of there.

  Several minutes later, I was in Praise’s lavish apartment in Duluth. As soon we walked in Praise picked up his cordless phone and dialed a number.

  “Yo, I’m back at the crib. Is Meeka okay?” I heard him say. He then laughed and glanced at me. “Yeah, she’s a wild one. Nah, I’m good…you know what I’m already about…. Oh yeah I got my heat, but y’all niggahs play it close just in case.”

  While he was talkin’, I started examinin’ his place. It screamed out money for sure, with the marble bathroom floors, a fifty-two inch plasma television and imported paintings that lined the walls. The boy definitely had taste.

  As I continued to check out his crib, my phone vibrated. It was a text message from Ace.You good? We’re outside….followed you from the club.

  I quickly sent him a message back statin’ that I was good and had everything under control. Soon Praise was off the phone and he approached me with raw hunger in his eyes.

  “I’m definitely feelin’ that sexy ass body,” he said.

  His approach toward me was calm, but also aggressive. He pulled me into his arms and his hands rose up the back of my skirt, exposin’ my voluptuous ass. His grip on me was firm as he lifted me slightly in the air, with my breasts pressed against his face.

  “Um…you feel so good, Precious. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you tonight,” he said in a boastful tone.

  “You are, huh. You think you can handle a girl like me?” I teased him by rubbin’ my hand against his crotch. I instantly felt an erection growin’ in his jeans. I wanted to know the size, width, and what he could do with it.

  His breath reeked of alcohol, but his body felt so masculine. He began nibblin’ at my neck, with his hands still planted on my ass. I let out a slight moan, feelin’ his tongue molest me from my neck, down to my collarbone.

  “Umm, you feel so good,” he said again.

  While he kissed me, I reached down for his crotch area again, and felt for his zipper. I wanted the dick out and in my view. I hated wastin’ my time with lil’ ass dicks. I slowly unzipped his jeans, and dug my hand inside his pants feelin’ around for his dick. When I finally found it, my eyes widened. It felt like a monster. I slowly pulled it out and began strokin’ him, while he was preoccupied with my neck and ass.

  “Suck my dick,” Praise said, in a commanding tone. He began forcin’ me down on my knees by pushin’ the top of my head.

  He was dominant, but I didn’t have a problem with it. I got down on my knees, and slowly took him into my mouth. I began lickin’ and suckin’ on the tip of his head very slowly, causin’ Praise to moan with his hands tangled in my hair.

  “Yeah…do that shit, girl. Umm!”

  After playin’ wit’ the tip for a short moment, I swallowed him whole, and moved my head back and forth. He gripped the back of my head tightly, which was pissing me off.

  I pulled back. “I don’t like when you grab the back of my head like that.”

  “What?” he answered with a confused expression.

  “Don’t do that shit. I’m only gonna give you one warnin’,” I said, very sternly.

  He looked at me like I was stupid. “Yo, I ain’t Meeka, so don’t fuckin’ come at me like that. Now finish suckin’ my dick, bitch, before you get hurt!”

  I looked up at him, keepin’ my composure, but thinkin’, why mutha-fuckas gotta act stupid, especially in a vulnerable state?

  “What the fuck are you waitin’ for? Finish that shit!” he yelled, scowling down at me.

  “No problem big daddy.” I sounded submissive. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth again. I wrapped my lips around his thick long dick and coiled my tongue around his shaft. He moaned, and ignored my previous warnin’ about grabbing the back of my head. This time he grabbed the back of my head tighter, with his fingers knotted in my hair, and tried forcing his dick down my throat like he wanted me to choke.

  I was pissed, but I didn’t show it. I continued to suck his dick, being passive. I soon had him in a zone. I reached my hand up and cupped his nuts gently, and massaged them with my fingertips.

  “Oh shit…. Oh shit,” he cried out.

  Praise gripped my head tighter, and began pullin’my hair even harder. It began to hurt. It seemed like he was being spiteful. Maybe he’s pissed off that I fucked up his girl. I gagged a few times, with him tryin’ to thrust his dick down my throat. I’d had enough. When I felt he was in the zone again, that’s when I struck. Simultaneously, my gentle hold on his nuts transformed into a tight squeeze, and then I bit down. My teeth bit into the thickness of his dick, and I felt his skin breakin’ inside of my mouth.

  Praise let out a loud piercing scream, “Aaahhh!!!” He collapsed on the floor, clutchin’ his family jewels. His dick was covered in blood, and so was my mouth.

  “You bit my dick,” he cried out, rollin’ around on the floor.

  “I warned you niggah,” I barked.

  “Ah shit…you fuckin’ bitch!”

  I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand and stood over him. He looked so pathetic, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  “I need help, please…I’ll give you anything,” he begged.

  “Niggah, all I want is your fuckin’ life.”

  I knew the pain had to be excruciating. I took pleasure in watchin’ Praise squirm around on the floor, whimperin’ like a lil’ girl.

  “Just like your ugly ass girlfriend, I told you not to fuckin’ disrespect me. But both of you had to learn the hard way tonight.” I spit on him and then kicked him in the balls with my heels.

  I went over to my purse and pulled out my nine, but I knew the gun would be too loud. In this area, a neighbor hearin’ gunshots were sure to call the police. So that option was out the door. I went into the kitchen and got a large knife.

  “What you gotta say now, niggah!” I taunted him by wavin’ the knife around in his face.

  “You better kill me, because if not, consider yourself dead,” he said, in a low voice.

  “You were too easy to get at…so smart, but yet so fuckin’ dumb,” I stated, as I towered over him in his weakened condition.

  “Fuck you!” he cried out, still clutchin’ what was left of his manhood.

  “I know you wanted to baby.” I then stood behind him, putting him in a chokehold, and pressed the sharp knife to his throat.

  He tried to fight me off, but it was no use. I slowly carved open his throat, slicin’ his jugular and sprayin’ the walls with his blood as it squirted out like a fountain.

  He gagged and then choked off his own blood. I watched him die slowly and painfully. I watched his breath slowly fade.

  My hands were drenched with his blood. I stood over his lifeless body with a scowl on my face. It was done. I took the initiative and did the dirty de
ed myself, without having a bit of remorse in me. I’d known Praise for a short moment, and knew he was an asshole, so I did his crew and everyone else a favor by endin’ his life.

  I went into the kitchen to wash my hands, dropped the knife in the sink and stared at it for a moment. For some strange reason, I felt good about what I’d just done. After washin’ my hands. I walked back into the livin’ room and took out my cell-phone and called Ace. He answered on the first ring.

  “It’s done,” I said.

  “What you talkin’ about?” he asked.

  “He’s gone.”

  “Not over the phone. We coming up,” he said, and then hung up.

  The plan was to set him up, not murder him myself. But I couldn’t resist. He pissed me off, and I had to let my crew know that I could get down just like the fellas.

  I needed a cigarette. I looked down at Praise’s dead body sprawled out on the bloody blemished carpet. I went into his pockets to see if he had any cigarettes and pulled out a huge knot of money. This turned out to be a pretty good night after all, I thought as I took the stack of money that was in his pocket.

  Soon there was a loud knock at the door. I looked through the peephole just to make sure, it wasn’t Praise’s boys. When I realized it was Ace and two other men, I opened the door. As they walked in their eyes looked down at the body, admirin’ the murder I’d just committed for them.

  “Damn, that niggah really is dead,” one of his goons said, standin’ over Praise’s body.

  “Yo, she bit that niggah dick off or somthing,” the other thuggish goon said.

  Praise was not a pretty sight. His pants were still positioned around his ankles with his mutilated gentiles still exposed, and his throat was covered in blood coating the thick cream carpet underneath.

  Ace looked down at Praise and then stared up at me. As he held a cold stare, I wasn’t sure if that meant he was happy or upset.

  “Yo, remind me never to piss you off, Mya,” one of his thugs said.