Ghetto Girls 3

by Anthony Whyte

  Rightchus hustled about the place hastily retrieving the few belongings that mattered. Verbally checking each item.

  “Now I gotta have my Beat Box with my demo tapes and the pictures of my seeds. Now, now where are those damn pictures of my precious children?” He examined them one by one while reflecting on the possibility of visiting his family. He quickly hit the block clutching his prize possessions and the scheme he hoped would put him back into the grace.

  He would take the offer from the cops and at the same time keep Maruichi off his back. His steps quickened, then slowed as he neared the bus stop. He stood there and nodded at people he didn’t know and watched them rush by.

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  Early in the morning, Lil’ Long awoke, raised his head slightly and peered down below his waistline. There was no more bleeding. Gone were the pains. Lil’ Long noticed Tina. He sighed as he watched his hardness disappear between the apple red lips of his shapely guest. Tina sucked and licked rigorously. Lil’ Long groaned.

  “Easy, Tina… Ahh… Oh yeah, take care, girl. Yeah, yeah,” Lil’ Long said.

  His fingers were playing in Tina’s bronzed streaked mane. She twitched her lips, moved her head around while her tongue stabbed at his scrotum. His love instrument was rock hard. Lil’ Long could feel the inevitable explosion brewing on the horizon. Before the tidal rush exploded, the sexy Tina abruptly changed position.

  She began rubbing her caramel color tits smoothly against his hardness. Using both hands, she then massaged her caramel breasts. Sensitive nipples hardened as her tongue snaked all over her juicy lips. She slid her tongue along Lil’ Long’s anxious throat. She worked deliberately and gently, moving away from the area of his crotch. Tina languidly licked every inch between. She teased the head continually, flicking her tongue back and forth. Each movement caused her tits to dance.

  “Damn! That stiffy looks so good… So-o-o good,” Tina whispered.

  Her hot breath made Lil’ Long quiver, suddenly she jumped on it. “Ahh yeah… hmm…” she wailed as she began to ride the muscular beast. Her breasts hopped up and down like a bunny rabbit.

  “Ohh… Ahh oww. Nah you can’t do it that hard bi-bi-bitch. That way gon’ hurt ‘em stitches. Turn around and do it the other way. Let me see that fat ass work.”

  Tina spun her body around, crouched until Lil’ Long shuddered. His toes curled and then he screamed. Tina continued to hold on.

  “Oh ah, oh oh-oh-oh. Ugh, yeah, yeah.” Tina ground her pussy on the Lil’ Long’s huge dick. Tina arched her back and threw her head back bucking into climax. Lil’ Long held onto the back of her mane. He could feel another explosion coming on.

  Groping her own breast, she screamed, “Oh yesss… whew, papi. Ahh, papi.”

  “Yes bitch keep it moving, keep it moving. I’m about to… agh…”

  “Oh yeah, baby. Ahh… that was a good one. Hmm… ha… ha… ha… ha…” Tina’s voice trailed off to a soft chuckle. She slowed her rocking to a steady grind and hissed.

  She leaned forward playing with Lil’ Long’s feet and remained perched on top until he went limp.

  “I need to get my hair done up, baby. Look what you did to it,” she said rolling off and onto the floor.

  “Ouch! Watch da fuck what you doing, bitch?”

  “I’m sorry, boo. I mean I forgot you’re still hurting,” Tina kissed her hand, reached over and touched his groin area. “Your dick was like so rock inside me. Why, you weren’t hurting’ then?” She reached over and kissed the area.

  Lil’ Long replaced the weapon under the pillow. Tina moved her ass around, tugged at the length of her hair and headed to the bathroom. Lil’ Long remained motionless. His eyes were closed when the sound of toilet flushing ushered Tina back into the bedroom.

  “Look at what you’ve done to my hair,” she said in the best of her saddened tone. Lil’ Long opened his eyes. He removed the money clip from the pocket of his jeans and stuffed a wad of bills at Tina’s thonged ass. She counted the money with quickness.

  “This is only a hundred a fifty,” she declared.

  “Yeah and? Go to the deli and get me some breakfast, girl.”

  “Where’s the money?” Tina asked with her hand on her hip and palm out. Lil’ Long eyeballed her. Tina was a sexy and exotic Latin girl. Her shapely figure made her hot.

  “The money?” she prompted as Lil” Long continued to look. “You gotta pay for what you got and what you got is a high class ghetto bitch. I like expensive things. I don’t come cheap. So if you’re gonna be penny pinching then I just got to go get me another baller. A big baller. Feel me?” She was close up and in his face. Her hair touching his grill.

  Lil’ Long could smell the result of their sex. He reached up and parted her hair exposing her face. His finger played with her lips. Then he thrust his tongue in her mouth. She grunted and fell on top of him. Lil’ Long rolled her over and eased his hardened member past thongs and into her fire.

  “Ohh… Ohh… Ohh.” She groaned.

  “I want ham and cheese with fried eggs on a roll,” whispered Lil’ Long between strokes. “Holla if you hear me, girl.”

  “How do you want your eggs?” Tina asked. Her firm round derrière rising to meet his every stroke.

  “Huh, uh… I want them hard,” Lil’ Long grunted and stroked to an orgasm. He rolled off.

  “I’ve asked you before, where is the money? This here is to get my do did. So where is the money for your breakfast? Fork it over.” Tina said as she dressed.

  “Money,” she said with her palms up.

  “All right,” Lil’ Long said, reaching for additional bills. He peeled off a yard. “You straight now, bitch. You straight?”

  “Why I got to be a bitch? Why can’t a woman…” Tina saw Lil’ Long reach under the pillow. Her mouth opened.

  “I’m gone. I was just making a joke. I was gonna go. I was just playing. You know me, Lil’ Long. It’s whatever you want.”

  “Bring me some orange juice and a vanilla Dutch.”

  Tina took no chance. With the money for her hair secured in a Louis Vuitton Monogram handbag, Tina made the sign of the cross when she passed a church on her way to the bodega. Before she could give her order Tina spotted the detective car coming to a stop. On her way out she watched the officers get out of the car and head in the direction of the apartment building. She pressed her speed dial.

  “Lil’ Long you need to get the fuck up out of that crib already. Two DT’s are on their way up.” Tina hiked her tight skirt, waved her ass into the lucky cab and was gone.

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  “One free man walking!” a prison officer announced.

  “Sign right here for your properties. You’re a free man, son.” The officer noted.

  Ernesto De La Rosa heard the words and stepped proudly in his farewell march. He stopped, hugged a guard here, an inmate there. His Russian associate, Igor was happy to see him leave. He approached the nineteen-year-old with muscular arms outstretched. Their lengthy hug ended with Igor planting a kiss on both Ernesto’s cheeks.

  “From the bottom of my heart, Nesto want to thank you for all…” Igor waved his hand silencing Ernesto.

  “You did this, you and only you. Don’t waste your time in the streets with the girls. My sister will be expecting you,” Igor smiled.

  “We’ve got a great understanding of what you do, who you see, right? Don’t try to fuck me. I still have a lot of eyes and ears out there for me. Do we understand each other Ernesto?”

  The three pats on the broad back of Igor served as confirmation.

  “Nesto be good to the streets…”

  “Be easy with the bitches…”

  “Hope you learned your lessons and not be back up in this piece anytime soon…”

  Ernesto De La Rosa stepped into freedom for the first time in three years with a chant.

  “Nesto ain’t never coming back, ya heard!”

  TWENTY-NINE

  “…And when you tell
him be serious and don’t let him out-talk you. Men love to try and do that shit,” Josephine warned as Deedee made her way out the Range.

  “Don’t worry, I got this,” Deedee yelled when she emerged decked-out in a simple, black dress. She walked determinedly into the building that housed her uncle’s studio.

  Eric Ascot was sitting at the controls and turned briefly. When he saw his niece, he quickly got up, greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, and led her to private lounge area.

  “How’s Josephine and…”

  “She’s fine but my question is why can’t I hang out with Coco? I mean uncle you’re treating her as if she’s some kinda bad person…”

  “Hon, listen we had this discussion before. Coco is not a bad person and I’m not trying to treat her that way, but whenever she comes around she brings trouble.”

  “That’s not all together true uncle.”

  “Oh really…”

  “I mean we’ve hung out and there was no trouble whatsoever.”

  “Yeah but if you weren’t hanging tough with Coco and her crew we wouldn’t…”

  “Uncle E., what happened that night, I took responsibility for it. I did take the car without permission and…”

  “Even so, it was due to them taking you about the place and then to some spot where only gangsters hang up in Harlem that caused all the problems…”

  “I disagree, uncle. Coco is not a gangster. She’s hard and she’s from the hood but she’s no gangster.”

  “I see her showing colors all the time. She’s got her red bandana. That’s why I’ll probably let her work with Show Biz. He’ll probably do a better job, make a better record…”

  “Wow, just like that uh Uncle. Uncle did you know she was arrested, the detectives have hounded her and not once has she changed her story. She’s played along, kept her mouth shut and for that she gets dumped.” Deedee stared at her uncle in search of a reaction.

  “She also wears blue bandanas, green and yellow, usually they match her sneaks.”

  “She’s been harassed by the police and never changed the story, huh? You know what, take Big Jake and Mack along with you. And don’t be hanging up in Harlem all night long,” Eric said, then hugged and kissed his niece.

  “Thanks uncle E.,” Deedee said.

  They walked out of the private lounge area and went on the elevator. Eric rode with his niece and walked her to the waiting Range.

  “Hi Mr. Ascot,” Josephine greeted them when they reached the vehicle.

  “C’mon Josephine, how many times must I say this, its Eric. Later for all the formalities. How long have you been living with us… huh?”

  “My bad. I know since I’ve been here I’ve only seen you like twice or maybe three times. I haven’t seen you enough to determine how I’m gonna call you.”

  They continued walking to where two beefy men stood next to a Range Rover and a Mercedes. As they approached, Eric addressed the men.

  “Mack you and Big Jake go with the girls.” Eric said.

  He hugged and kissed the girls. Deedee led the way into the luxury SUV.

  “I’ll get Sam to come around if I need him. Be cool, I’ll see y’all later,” Eric waved as the Range rolled out.

  When they arrived uptown, the girls stood outside the legendary Apollo Theater enjoying a busy sidewalk scene. Coco, decked in Baby Phat blue jeans and red T-shirt, and white Nike Air Force Ones with red and blue laces, walked up on them.

  “You did say three? Am I late or sump’n yo?” Coco asked checking her two-way pager. They stopped on the busy sidewalk and quickly became the center of attraction. “So what’s popping girl?” Coco screamed and hugged Josephine, then she air-kissed Deedee.

  “Stop playing, Dee. Is that the whip, yo? Your uncle let you…?” Coco asked as she pointed to the vehicle.

  “Yep, it’s my uncle’s idea…” Deedee started but Coco interrupted.

  “It’s even more tricked out way pass the nines, yo.”

  “Coco lemme tell you, girl,” Josephine added. “It’s got chromed shoes, wheels spinning even when it’s not moving.

  “Oh lemme find out, y’all pimpin’, yo,” Coco yelled.

  “What you can hear the Bose theater system thumping in thurr?” Josephine said.

  “My uncle just added a few more things to it…”

  “Oh it be some good shit right thurr, girlfriend,” Josephine said.

  A grin slowly overpowered the tension on Coco’s grill. She instinctively reached for the door handle. As soon as she did, the door was released opened. Coco with a smile of surprise gave Deedee a high-five.

  “Oww! This my kinda whip, yo.”

  They entered through the backdoor when the steps emerged, automatically. Coco felt the speakers vibrate the interior of the luxury SUV.

  Damn why they wanna stick me for my papers?

  Damn why they wanna stick me for my papers?

  The Notorious B.I.G. pondered through the lyrics of his song. Deedee and Coco wedged themselves into the comfort of plush leather seats. Two round-bald heads occupying the front seats, nodded in sync to the heavy bass-line of a Hip Hop classic. Suddenly one of the baldheads turned to the other and said:

  “Best rapper to ever did bless us.” Their noggins moving in sync, provided the necessary affirmation.

  “This Mack and you remember Big Jake, they’re my bodyguards,” Deedee said to Coco.

  “Your bodyguards, they’re feeling Biggie, yo,” Coco said, starting to sing along.

  “Just listening to you rapping along with B.I.G., wow Coco… it just shows your talent, girl. You know what?”

  “No, what yo?” Coco asked, eyeing the screens on the back of the headrest.

  “If you two could’ve ever done something together,” Deedee said. She paused in deep thought then recovered in time to add. “Whoa Coco, that would’ve been platinum, for real. Shoot, double platinum, at least.”

  “If you think so, that’s peaceI ain’t stressin’. I can’t wait to take my shot,” Coco said.

  “Are you doing any live shows?” Josephine asked.

  Coco thought for a minute then answered.

  “I don’t know if you’re down but I might do a show next week with Geo and…”

  “Which Geo? You mean Spanish Geo?” Josephine asked.

  “You know the one. I want you to perform too Jo, but don’t be messing with any of them men, they all got girls, yo.”

  “And them bitches love to fight…” Deedee said.

  “I don’t care. I’ll go and perform. But I can’t help it if their mens and them be feelin’ me.” Josephine smiled.

  The Range rolled amidst heavy traffic. The girls made their way to the Jamaican Hot Pot. Traffic slowed when they turned on Seventh Ave. Further down they came to a dead stop. Deedee peered out from her dark glasses. She watched a small group of curious onlookers as they milled in a casual manner. Her French manicured tips touched the control and released the window next to her.

  “Rightchus doing his thing again,” Coco said.

  “Let’s walk down the block the restaurant is only couple blocks away.” Josephine suggested. “It’s such a nice day…”

  THIRTY

  The girls sat in the restaurant enjoying the culinary specialties from the island. The soft, jazzy licks from a piano accompanied by lively steel-drums, floated through the air.

  “This place is tiny but really nice and cozy. They should think of expanding,” Deedee said glancing around the eatery.

  “Anyway, so your furniture arrived, huh…”

  “Oh yeah. I was surprised, the delivery people set up all the stuff,” Coco said.

  “How does it look?” Deedee asked.

  “It’s good. I like it, yo.”

  “Did your mom liked it too, Coco?” Josephine asked.

  “You know madukes,” Coco deadpanned.

  “I know what you mean, girl. I’m divorcing mine on account of how she harassed the stockings off me on the plane ride going back to C
harleston.”

  “You and your mother just need to be away from each other right now,” Deedee said.

  “Parents be trippin’. They don’t be thinking or even looking out for they kids, they all about themselves…”

  “Yeah I hear you, I hear you. Like I wanna spank madukes. It’s like I have to make decisions for her.”

  “It’s like you have got to have back-up parents. I’m glad my uncle was there and…”

  “Word-up, give thanks and praises…”

  “Why you getting all religious and shit, yo?”

  They high-fived and laughed as the distinct aroma of spicy Curry Goat and Oxtail floated from the kitchen to the girls’ table. The waiter placed the orders in the respective positions with peas and rice, along with fried plantains on the side. The girls held hands and Josephine gave thanks.

  “The last time Uncle E., brought me here, I’m telling you, I drank like a gallon of water with the spicy meal. It’s good,” Deedee said. “You better get a soda or…”

  “Nah, I know what to get. Let’s order the island punch, yo.”

  “Island punch? Is that like ah… the Rum Punch? Uncle E. had that the last time. He made faces like it was bitter. Island Punch, Coco? What’s that?” Deedee asked.

  “That’s that stuff to knock you out, yo.”

  “I’ll try it. Shoot, I’m not driving tonight,” Deedee said and raised her hand to get the waiter’s attention. “I’ll order…”

  “So what’s new? Have y’all decided on any colleges?” Coco asked.

  “I’ve narrowed it down to about six. No four,” Deedee said.

  “I don’t know. I don’t know if I really wanna go to college right away. I really don’t know,” Josephine said.

  When the girls left the restaurant they saw the bodyguard in the Range Rover nodding to the music, thumping block party style. They got in the SUV. Josephine pulled out a small jar with green weed. She peeled the cigar, replaced the content with weed from the jar and rolled the tobacco leaf into a neat blunt. She smoothed then sparked it. Puffed twice and passed it. Coco took the blunt and caught herself before taking a toke. She passed it on.