She laughed, “True. You learn something new every day. I didn’t think Dookey Baby got down like that.”
I sucked my teeth. “I did. She fucked a few of my niggas. She just sneaky with it.”
“I see.” She breathed. “But she tripping, though. They finna kick dirt all over her name.”
I shrugged, “Aye, that’s on her. She know how niggas are.”
She pursed her lips. “Exactly. That’s why I don’t fuck with you young niggas.”
“Young niggas,” I scrounged. “Everybody in here older than you.”
She stood up to leave, “That’s physical, lil’ daddy. It’s all about the mental.” She winked. “Come lock the door.”
“Yeah, okay.” I nodded, as I followed her to the door.
I furrowed my brows when I noticed how late it was. It was one in the morning, and she was leaving by herself. “Say, it’s later than a muthafucka. You don’t need a ride or some shit?”
“Nah,” she waved her head. “I got this.” And with that she switched out of the door.
I watched as she crossed the street, and jogged down the sidewalk. Shaking my head, I closed the door once she rounded the corner.
Chapter 3
Black Reign
“I’m saying, why don’t yo bring that fine ass in here?”
I eyed Tuka’s slick ass. His aunty lived next door to us. He was doing his thang in the streets. He had a few trap houses, and had all kinds of hoes on his dick. He was red, tall, and slim. He was fine as fuck, but I wasn’t thinking about him. Him being a fly ass nigga wasn’t going to do shit for me.
“Man, look here,” I licked my lips. “I aint fucking wit you. I’m on a mission, trying to get this little bill paid.”
“Bill paid?” he furrowed his brows. “What…what kind of bill you talkin’ about?”
I aint gonna lie, I was a little surprised. I really thought that my last comment would send his ass on his way. I figured niggas like him weren’t paying for pussy. I had to stop being so closed minded. “I’m talking about my two hundred dollar light bill.”
He leaned his head over, checking out my ass. He then stood up straight, rubbing his hands together. “I’m saying…come holler at me.”
I shrugged, as I followed him into his auntie’s spot. She wasn’t home, in fact nobody was there. “So, what’s up?” I folded my arms
“Come’ere,” he grabbed my arms, unfolding them. “Let me show you what I want.” He gripped my waist.
“So, where that bill money at, though?”
“Damn,” he smiled. “That’s why none of my lil’ niggas aint had none. You about that paper.”
“Ion know about all that,” I rolled my eyes. I was tired of these bullshit ass niggas discussing me. Always trying to fuck. Black Reign wasn’t fucking nothing for free like their mammies.
“Yeah, okay,” he nodded, as he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a knot. Peeling back all those bills, and snatched three hundred dollar bills out of the knot. “Here,” he handed me the money. “Yo young ass aint got no damn light bill, but a nigga trying to see what those thighs about.”
I nodded, as I pocketed the money, “So, what’s up?”
He quickly removed his shirt, exposing his built chest. He had a few tats, but not all over the place like Kaydoa’s ghetto ass…Kaydoa…that nigga there had tats everywhere, and was seriously cut. He loves to go to J-Prince’s gym and play ball. That nigga be taking off his shirt, and bitches be losing their train of thought…kind of like what I was doing right then.
“Come sit on my lap,” he urged, as he dropped his shorts and boxers. Damn, I was disappointed. His dick was long…but skinny as hell. That nigga wanted me to hop on that damn broom stick. “Bring that sexy ass right over here.” He sat on the couch.
I strutted over to the couch, and glowered down at him. “You got some rubbers?”
“Rubbers?” he frowned. “You don’t trust me?”
“Hell naw,” I waved my head. “I don’t trust my muthafuckin’ self.”
“Yeah, I got you.” He nodded, as he grabbed his jeans, and pulled out a Trojan.
“Thank you,” I snatched it out of his hand. “Sit down,” I instructed.
He did as I said, as I boldly removed my shirt and shorts. I posed in front of him in my bra and panties, showing him what was under those clothes. I knew this body was going to excite his ass. I knew what my best assets were, and there wasn’t a bitch in the Ward with a better shape.
Slowly, I dropped my lace panties. Removing my bra, I saw Tuka lick his lips. I loved teasing niggas. Seductively, I straddled him, and smoothly ripped the wrapper, and rolled the condom onto his dick. Like a professional, I eased my ass up, and slid down on his dick.
“Shit,” he gritted, as I sat completely down.
“Sit back and relax,” I suggested, as I rotated my hips, before twerking on his dick. I popped this pussy all over him, deciding that I wasn’t going to give him a chance to keep up. That nigga didn’t know who he was dealing with.
The dick was beginning to feel good to me, so I propped both feet onto the couch and bounced hard. I kept my arms in the air, showing him that there was no hands.
“Aw shit,” his head fell back.
“That’s right, nigga,” I gritted. I squeezed my pussy muscles, as I vibrated my ass. I was determined to make Tuka my bitch.
“Got damn!” he belted loud as fuck.
I rocked my hips, as I grabbed my own ass. I bounced up and down, causing my titties to bounce as well. “Umm,” I moaned, biting my lip. We could clearly hear my ass clapping against his thighs.
“Ummmmm!” he howled, as he started jerking.
I gazed down at him with a grin on my face.
“Got damn, girl.” He breathed.
“You like that?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Good,” I hopped off his dick. “I gotta go.”
******
Kaydoa
“Wait, baby, wait,” Farrah begged with her hand on my chest.
Pushing her hand back, I kept long stroking her.
“Ugh,” she gritted with her eyes closed tightly.
“You can’t take this dick? Huh?” I questioned, as I attempted to go deeper.
“No, no, no wait!” she screamed, as I pounded into her. It was almost comical, as her hair bounced all over the place, while I beat that pussy up.
“Umm, yesss,” she hissed.
Farrah was a muthafucka. She fought me every time I gave her the dick, but would then scream and shout about how good it is. She had some good, but couldn’t really take the dick.
“Uh huh, I know,” I breathed, as I felt her pulsating on my dick. Knowing that she’d gotten hers, I pounded into her.
“Wait! Wait! Waaaaaait!” she squealed.
I showed no mercy as I pummeled into her. “Aw fuck!” I roared, as I busted.
“Umm, that was good,” she whispered, as she grabbed my face, and kissed my lips. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” I sighed, and then rolled off her. “I gotta go.”
“But why?” she pouted, as she rested her head on her hand.
“I gotta get this money, girl.”
“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes.
“You’ll be alright,” I leaned over, kissing her cheek, before hopping out of bed. Grabbing my clothes, I headed to her bathroom. She still lived with her mama, but she was cool, so I never worried about her tripping. I took a shower in peace, redressed, and hit the streets.
Not too long after I found myself on the corner of Brewster and Noble Street in front of the game room. All my BK aka Brewster Park Bitch Killers niggas were still hanging on the cut, despite it being a little after midnight. I rested a bit at Farrah’s so I knew that I was gonna be out all night. I had my work, waiting on a fiend to come through.
“Jay Rock, my nigga, let me hold something.” Lil’ Hurt joked with our big homie.
“Lil’ nigga as much as I see you niggas
on the corner yall should be the ones holding,” Jay Rock chuckled, as he sat on his sports bike.
“Aye, we trying to be like you when we grow up.” Hurt laughed.
“I hear you,” Jay rock nodded.
“I’m saying…what’s up, Jay Rock? When you gon fuck with us?” I asked. That nigga had some the best dope around, but he wouldn’t let you buy from him, unless you was copping over a certain quantity.
“I already told yall niggas. Get that money up, and I got yall. Just let me know when you tired of spending that money as soon as you get it.”
“Yeah, I hear you, my nigga,” I nodded, tired of hearing that same ole shit.
“What’s up, Black Reign?” Jay Rock questioned, as she came switching over to us. She was the only chick outside in the middle of the night by herself. Her tight ass jeans looked painted on and her little tube top left little to the imagination.
“Hey, Jay Rock,” Black Reign spoke. “Tell Paris I’m still waiting on that call. I need to work.”
I sucked my teeth. She knew damn well that her thieving ass wasn’t trying to work. “Black Reign, why you come over here lying to this man? You aint trying to work no damn where.”
“First of all,” she twisted her neck. “You don’t know what the fuck I’m trying to do. Everybody aint out here trying to backwards hustle like yo ass.”
Jay Rock snickered a bit, along with a few other niggas. “Okay,” I nodded. “I see you trying to jump fly.” The moment my lips started moving I was surprised with myself. A few weeks ago the word ‘Bitch’ would have eased off my tongue, but for whatever reason I didn’t want to carry her like that.
Hurt cut his eyes at me, “My nigga, that’s all you got? You…Kaydoa. The king of shit talking. You letting her make it?”
“Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit,” I waved him off.
Jay Rock gave me a slick grin, as his eyes wandered back and forth between me and Black Reign. “Let me find out.”
“Let you find out what?” Black Reign snapped. “Aint shit going on between me and this man.”
“That’s what ya mouth say,” Hurt instigated.
“Okay,” she rolled her eyes. “Who trying to shoot dice tonight?”
I stood watching her interact with everybody. She was one of those chicks a little more difficult to understand. Usually, broads hung around with their asses poking out, trying to capture some attention. Black Reign was always in the mix, and was comfortable as hell around a bunch of hard heads.
For hours, she stood around running her mouth with us. But I also noticed something. She’d get real quiet every time we served a fiend, almost as if she was taking notes. For a second I thought that she was really trying to see how it was done, but dismissed the notion. Her big booty ass wasn’t trying to be out on the block like the rest of us. I just couldn’t see it.
Black Reign
Sitting in my bathroom, thumping the small baggy of cooked rock, I thought about what I was about to do. I had a few hundreds worth of work bagged and ready to be sold. I was actually about to hit the block and hustle.
The summer time was always fun, but a bitch’s pockets were hurting. My mama couldn’t give me shit, and when I did get money it went so fast. I was tired of dealing with these niggas here and there just to get by. I remember reading all these damn urban fiction books about all these rich niggas, coming to the hood to save him a fine ass virgin. Shit, where the fuck were these niggas? Cause all I ever encountered was old niggas trying to buy a piece of pussy for chump’s change, and young flashy niggas trying to fuck for free.
Tuka was a young flashy nigga, but he didn’t do it for me. He was arrogant, but couldn’t back that shit up. Still, he was quite generous with his money. He was addicted to the pussy, and had been coming to get some damn near every day. I mean, the sex wasn’t the worst, but constantly sleeping with a nigga you didn’t like was real work. Trust me. Yeah, each time he broke bread, but that’s beside the point.
The last time Tuka had come sniffing up my ass he didn’t have any cash on him. Still, he wanted me to fuck him with no hands, so he had to pay up. All he had was work, so I took that. He gave me nearly five hundred dollars’ worth of crack. Initially, I thought about wholesaling it to one of those niggas on the block, until it dawned on me. I could sell that shit myself, and double my money.
The plan went down perfectly in my head, but then I began to realize that I had never sold crack before. So, for a couple of days I just dry hung on the corner with Kaydoa and Hurt. They hustled between the corners in the Brewster Park area and my complex. After a certain time of the night, they’d hang at Hurt’s auntie’s apartment or on her porch, and hit licks.
Kaydoa kept questioning why I was hanging so tough, but I dodged those questions left and right. But now tonight was the night. I was gonna hit licks right beside them niggas. Was I gonna take their customers? Nah. Those dumb niggas were always running out of work, before the night ended. That’s where I’d come in.
Dressed in leggings, a muscle shirt, and Jordans I was ready to get my trap on. I grabbed my work, stuffed it in my pants, and left my apartment.
“Girl, where the hell are you going?” Dookey Baby pried, as he traveled down the sidewalk. “You been creeping off every night.”
I kept walking, “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.” I didn’t have time to stand around and chat with her ass. It was time to get this money. I made it to the block five minutes later, and Kaydoa, Hurt, and Trace were already posted up.
“I knew yo ass was coming,” Hurt spoke up.
I smiled. “I don’t know why.”
Kaydoa looked at me funny. “You actually got on clothes.”
“Nigga, fuck you,” I gave him the finger.
“Say, Kaydoa, you can have the next few licks. I’m almost out.” Hurt revealed, as he discreetly thumbed through his work.
“Man,” Kaydoa drawled. “I am too.”
I shook my head. “Well, yall will be cool if I serve ‘em?”
“What?” Kaydoa scrounged. “Girl, you aint got no work.”
“Yes, I do,” I nodded.
“Yeah, okay.” Kaydoa nodded. “Go ahead. I was gonna retire in early, anyway.”
“But…but,” I stuttered. “I…I was hoping that yall could hang around, and look out. Kind of like how yall do for each other, anyway.”
“Oh yeah?” Hurt smiled. “I might just stick around to see this shit. Yo ass don’t know shit about hustling.”
Kaydoa and Trace stood back silently. I didn’t know what was going through their heads, but I was glad that neither of them tried to leave. After a few minutes, a fiend approached us.
“Say, BK, give ya boy a twenty,” Edward said all hip like. I swear Fifth Ward had some of the flyest crack heads. Nigga was copping some hard, but still had a pimp stroll.
“She got you,” Kaydoa gestured at me.
“Oh yeah,” he glanced at me. “Yo shit good?”
“Hell yeah,” I quickly nodded. “A-1.”
“Alright, here,” he handed me the money.
Reaching down into my pants, I retrieved my pre-packaged work. It was already sorted into five, ten, and twenty bags inside of a huge Ziploc bag. I grabbed a twenty pack. “Here,” I handed him the work.
“Alright,” he nodded. “Let me see what you working with.”
“Alright,” I nodded, as he stepped off.
To my surprise, Edward came back just thirty minutes later with three friends with him. “Yeah, that was some fire, lil’ mama. We all want twenty.” He said in a jittery voice. He was geeking.
For the next two hours, I served fiend after fiend. Although, Kaydoa and Hurt usually had their share of customers that night was unlike any time I’d watched them in action. Before I knew it, I’d run out of dope, but had a little over a rack in my pocket.
“Damn, Black Reign, where did you get that shit from?” Hurt probed.
“Umm,” I bit my lip, not really wanting them in my business.
“A friend gave it to me.”
“Shit, call that nigga up, and tell him you trying to rescore.” Kaydoa spoke up. “I got five to spend right now. Them fiends loving that shit.”
“But he aint gonna meet us on this block. Let’s go back to the apartments.” I suggested. I wanted to hit a corner on their asses and talk to Tuka. I didn’t even know if he was willing to deal with them on that level.
“Come on, let’s go,” Kaydoa shrugged.
******
“Alright, baby girl, call me,” Tuka said, as he walked off.
“Okay,” I agreed, as me, Kaydoa, Trace, and Hurt watched him hop into his slabbed out Cadillac. He’d just come out, and let us all cop from him. Those three niggas got five hundred worth a piece, while I used the entire thousand I’d just accumulated to rescore. I was going for broke, fuck being satisfied with that little money.
“Damn Reign, you aint even try to put a little money aside to go to the mall or nothing.” Hurt acknowledged.
“Later for shopping,” I waved him off.
“I hear you,” he yawned. “Well, I’m about to go the crib. I aint been sleep in damn near two days. I’ll get this shit off my hands tomorrow.”
“Shit, and I’m right behind you,” Kaydoa yawned as well.
“I guess I’ma go to the house too,” Trace added.
I rolled my eyes. I really wanted to go back to the block, and keep hitting licks, but I wasn’t about to go back by myself. “Well, I’ll see yall later, then.”
“Alright,” Hurt nodded.
Kaydoa glanced at his boy. “Come on, let’s walk her home.”
“Mannn,” Hurt complained, until Kaydoa gave him a look. “Okay, fuck it. Come on, Black Reign.”
I scrounged. “I don’t need yall niggas to hold my hand.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Kaydoa waved me off, as he headed towards my building.
I grumbled the entire time, until we were all in front of my apartment unit.
“Take ya ass in the house,” Kaydoa commanded.
“Fuck you,” I gritted, before stomping up the stairs. They actually stood around, and watched until I was safely inside of my crib. I shook my head at them, not knowing that this would become sort of a ritual for us.
Shooting Blindly in the Dark Page 3
