Chapter 4
Kaydoa
“Damn, my feet hurt,” I listened to Black Reign complain.
“Man, shut up,” I griped.
“Fuck you,” she mumbled under her breath.
We’d been on the block for hours, hustling non-stop. For the past month business had been booming, and I can’t front…it was because of Black Reign. I wasn’t about to let a broad out-hustle me, so I spent all my time on the block right along with her. Tuka’s work was supreme and the money I used to make was now tripled. The only nigga with better work was Jay Rock. And honestly…seeing Black Reign have enough will power to flip her money, without touching it motivated me to do the same. Farrah hated that shit, because it meant that I had less money to go around. But the shit was paying off, because later that week we was meeting up with Jay Rock, and copping our first bricks. Me, Black Reign, and Hurt had agreed to put our money together, and cop two bricks. That was big for us.
I know Black Reign was glad that we would be able to stop doing business with Tuka. I think she had been giving that nigga some pussy at one point. Every time he came around he was all over her, but she never wanted to be bothered. It was crazy, because I knew a lot of broads that would have loved to fuck with that man, but not her.
“I gotta go to the crib for a little bit,” she stated.
I glanced at her. It was three in the morning. If she was gonna go to the crib this late she might as well stay in. “You gon stay in, right?” I asked.
“Nope,” she rolled her eyes.
I shook my head. “Well, come on.” I began walking towards her complex.
“Kaydoa, I swear I don’t need you to walk me nowhere.”
“Main, I aint hearing it,” I sighed. She knew damn well that we didn’t let her walk on her own after midnight. For the time being the block was shut down, considering that me and her were the only two out.
“I’m a little sleepy,” she yawned as she strolled down the sidewalk. I watched her hips sway in that little mini-skirt she rocked. It fit her like a glove, but would have looked much better if she didn’t have on fuckin’ Jays with it. That girl wore Jordans with everything.
When we neared her spot, I stopped between two buildings. “Say, smoke this with me before you go in the house.”
“Shit, fire up.” She nodded, perking up. Looking at me, she copped a seat on one of the outside central AC units.
“You want a charge?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she beckoned with her hands. “Bring that shit here.”
Lighting up, I puffed on the blunt. Then I stepped to her, and stood between her legs. Grabbing her face, I blew smoke into her mouth. She inhaled a bit, then chocked a little. “You can’t handle it.” I chuckled, but didn’t back up.
“I know,” she giggled. “Give me another one.”
She inhaled this time, and took it like a champ. I flipped my blunt around, and took a few tokes myself. “I aint gonna lie,” I got out in between puffs. “That nigga Tuka got some fire ass weed.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Ion know why you rolling your eyes and shit. You know ya nigga got some good shit.”
“My nigga?” she scrounged. “He aint no nigga of mines.”
“Yeah okay,” I lifted my chin. “So, you never fucked him before?”
“Get yo bitch ass back!” she shoved me.
“Oh so, I hit a sore spot. You know you giving that nigga the pussy. Stop fronting.”
“Don’t worry about what the fuck I’m doing,” she twisted her neck. “As long as I aint fucking you.”
I chuckled, as I stepped to her. “Why you aint fucking me?”
She gave me a funny look. “What?”
“You heard me,” I stroked he thick thigh.
“Boy, please,” she waved me off, as I pried between her legs.
“I’m serious,” I whispered, as I eased my hand between her legs. Pulling her panties aside, I wiggled a finger between her pussy lips. I stroked that clit gently, as she arched her back.
“Damn,” her head fell back.
Not sure if she’d change her mind, I quickly unbuckled my belt, and undid my jeans. With urgency I pulled my hard dick out of my boxers. Willingly, she hitched her legs up, and I pulled her panties off. I glanced around for a brief second, making sure the coast was clear. Then I grabbed my dick, guiding my way into her. She was sloppy wet, and fit snuggly.
“Damn,” I grumbled, as I gripped her ass with both hands, giving her the long stroke.
“Aw shit,” she panted, fucking me back.
“Aww,” I growled, as I hammered away. That pussy was gushy, and I loved every second of it.
“Fuck me!” she blurted, as she worked her hips.
I know we were outside, and anybody could’ve walked up on us, but I swear it didn’t matter who came through. I wasn’t climbing out of that pussy for nothing.
“Umm, yeah,” she rubbed her own clit, as I watched my dick slid in and out of her.
“Fuck, I’m about to bust,” I revealed as I pumped into her. Behind me, I heard somebody walk through the grass. The pussy was feeling too good to stop, so I glanced back and noticed a broad.
“Ugh!” Black Reign released all over my dick. She sat up a bit, while I stroked her, and sucked her teeth. “Dookey Baby, what ya freaky ass doing out here this late?”
“What the hell are yall doing?” she came stood right next to us.
“Bitch, what the fuck it look like,” I snapped, as I held my position inside of Black Reign.
“Don’t yall know that anybody can walk through here?” she asked, ignoring my comment.
“So, what? Go’on Dookey Baby, real nigga shit,” Black Reign snarled.
“Jasmine, you know yo mama walk this same way when she get off work.” Dookey Baby pointed out.
“Okay, let me worry about that.” She snapped.
“Alright, that’s on yall.” She stepped off.
“About time,” I mumbled, as I kept on stroking.
“Umm,” she moaned, getting right back to it. I had never met another broad like her. Aint no way in hell Farrah would have let me continue hitting it. Shit, she wouldn’t even give it up outside. But I liked shit like that, and I guess Black Reign did too.
“I’m about to bust,” I grunted, as I held on tightly to her. She squeezed those pussy muscles around me, milking a nigga for everything he had. “Shit,” I weakly pulled out of her.
She quietly pulled her panties up, as I stared at her.
I was fixing my clothes, when I noticed her easing out of the alley. “Oh so, you aint gonna wait on a nigga?”
“I’m sleepy,” she walked slowly, allowing me to catch up with her.
“Alright then,” I yawned, as we approached her building. “I’ma see you later…Jasmine.”
Her eyes lit up with surprise. “How you know my name?”
I cheesed. “You forgot ya girl just called you out?”
She pursed her lips, “Nigga, whatever. Don’t be calling me by my government.”
“And why not?”
“Cause,” she bit her bottom lip.
“Cause what?”
“Because that name is reserved for my people. The only people who call me Jasmine are my granny, my brother, Dookey Baby. Shit, my own mama call me Black Reign.”
I snickered, “Alright, man. If you say so. Carry yo ass upstairs.”
“Gladly,” she headed upstairs.
I stood, and watched until she was inside. Even after she’d disappeared into the apartment I stood in the same spot for a second. A nigga was tripping like a muthafucka. I had fucked Black Reign, and didn’t even strap up. That wasn’t even like me. As pretty as Farrah was I had just recently stopped using rubbers with her, and that was only because I’d gone down to the clinic with her, and witnessed her get the shot. I wasn’t trying to make no babies or catch no diseases.
I headed to the crib with my mind in the fog. I hated that feeling. I couldn’t concentrate, as
I kept imagining myself fucking…Jasmine. Something felt so different about it that a nigga decided that he didn’t want that pussy no more. Something wasn’t right.
Black Reign
“Bitch, get these right here,” Monay pointed at a pair of Michael Kors’ heels.
I sucked my teeth. “Man, you know that I don’t do heels.”
“Shit, you need to.” She grumbled.
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. We’d been at the Galleria Mall shopping for hours. Money was good. Our connect with Jay Rock had rolled over smoothly, and we were now tripling what we used to make. Just recently we’d gotten so much new cliental that I’d convinced Kaydoa to pay his uncle to use his spot as a trap.
So now, Lil’ Hurt was throwing this big party at his crib to celebrate our newfound success. Everybody was supposed to be there, and I was trying to find the perfect outfit. I knew Kaydoa and his bitch would be there, and I wasn’t trying to look weak. It was bad enough the nigga had hit it, and then tried to act like nothing happened. Yeah, we still joked and laughed together, but he hadn’t attempted to touch me again, and he hadn’t brought up what we’d done. I knew how to take a hint. He wasn’t feeling me like that, and I had to accept it. Did he have me questioning my skills and appearance? Yes. But I wasn’t about to let him see that. Really, it was fuck Kaydoa, but you can’t let the haters see you fucked up.
“Look, Monay, this is the compromise. I’ll get these flat Steve Madden’s scandals and wear it with a little dress. That’s as good as it’s gonna get.”
She tilted her lips to the side, as she examined the gold and rhinestone scandals I’d picked out. “Yeah, they are cute.” She glanced up at me. “But Black Reign, I want you to do me one more favor, and that’s it.”
“What?” I lifted a brow.
“Can we please go get your hair done, and get you some lashes? That’s all I want.”
“Man,” I drawled. “Monay, I keep telling you that I aint trying to sit in no damn beauty shop all day.”
“Friend for me. Just this once,” she pleaded.
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “I guess.”
“Yes!” she boasted. “Me and my bitch are gonna kill these hoes. Watch. They aint ready.”
“Uh huh,” I smiled, as we headed to the check out. “Don’t be trying to get me to do this shit all the time.”
******
“Do you like it?” Shan asked me, as I stared at the mirror.
“Umm,” I tucked my lips into my mouth, and ran my fingers through my long curly weave. “It’s cute,” I downplayed it. I can’t front. My hair had never looked that good before. Even when I usually got my hair done it was done by a local chick, and she would hook me up with a little quick weave. This hair style was so not the Black Reign everybody was used to. The weave hung down to my ass, and it framed my face. I usually wore a bang, covering up my forehead, but that was long gone. Shan had given me some individual false lashes, and they made my eyes seem tighter. They’d forced me to get my eyebrows waxed, and I hardly recognized myself.
“Cute?” Monay frowned. “Bitch, please. I almost didn’t recognize your ass. I never realized how pretty you are.”
“Pretty?” I blushed. “Naw, it aint that serious.”
“Shit, yes it is. Them thick ass eye brows look gorgeous arched like that. And those tight eyes…those lashes really bring them out. I don’t know why you like to hide behind those big ass bangs.”
“Whatever,” I waved her off, as I paid Shan. “Thank you, boo.”
“No problem,” Shan smiled. “Come back and see me.”
“Okay,” I nodded, knowing damn well that I wasn’t thinking about sitting there for all those hours ever again.
“Come on, bitch,” Monay was all giddy, as we left the shop. “Kaydoa aint gonna know what to do when he sees you.”
I stopped in mid-stride. “Kaydoa? Aint nobody thinking about that nigga.”
She squinted. “Friend, Monay always knows what’s going on.”
“What?” I scrounged. “What are you talking about?”
“Umm hmm,” she pursed her lips. “Play crazy. I know you and Kaydoa got some funny shit going on. Lil’ Hurt noticed it too.”
“Girl,” I paused. “Kaydoa aint got shit I want.”
“Okay,” she nodded. “But let me ask you this. Did you fuck him?”
I slightly hesitated. “Yeah, I fucked him. Shit, you know how I do. Aint no shame in my game.”
“Hmm, okay.” She nodded again. “What did he give you?”
I frowned. “Nothing.”
“Exactly!” she bucked her eyes. “Since when did Black Reign start fucking niggas for free?”
“Man,” I stressed, looking out into the parking lot. “You reading way too deep into shit.”
“No, I’m not.” She persisted. “It is what it is. Let’s just stunt on these hoes. Show these bitches that Black Reign can deliver body and face.”
“Yeah, alright,” I rolled my eyes as we hopped into Lil’ Hurt’s Impala. “I aint thinking about these niggas or bitches.” I mumbled, as I stared at myself in the side view mirror.
Monay cut her eyes at me with a smirk. “Yeah, right.”
Kaydoa
“Old memories won’t go away. I remember them like it was yesterday. Yea...ay…yeah. That time never felt so good. To forget about you, man, I never would…” Rapheal Saadiq’s voice belted on that Rick Ross track, “All the Money in the World”.
My nigga Hurt had thrown together a official shindig, and he’d really outdone himself. He had a deejay spinning the music. He’d gotten some bad bitches to come through, and the scene was live. His T-Lady’s house was jam packed, and she was right along with everybody else, partying.
Me…I was cooling. I was rocking my True unit accompanied with some nasty Giuseppe kicks on my feet. I’d gone to the barbershop earlier that day, so my shit was tight. I bobbed my head to the music, as I clutched a cup full of Hennessey. I was mellowed out, until I noticed Farrah and her girls strutting into the house. She’d been tripping lately, on some insecure shit.
I used to have more time to kick it with her, but now all I did was chase money. The shit was far more beneficial, and my pockets reflected that. The only time I could get her to shut up was when I threw a few dollars at her. But I aint gonna lie, she was looking right in her little outfit. I’d given her a few hundreds and she’d gone out and copped herself a Bebe unit. It was a shirt and skirt combo, and it was cute on her. She really didn’t have much ass, but her swag more than made up for it.
“Hey, baby,” she grinned, as she twisted over to me.
“’Sup?” I draped a arm over her shoulder.
“You,” she stood on her tip toes, and kissed my lips. “I missed you,” she pouted, making my dick hard.
“Is that right?” I rubbed her ass.
“Stop!” she laughed, jumping back.
“You know you like that shit,” I laughed.
“Whatever,” she playfully rolled her eyes.
“Oh, shit, that’s my song!” I heard Monay’s loud ass shout. I glanced up, and saw my cousin. Standing next to her…was some broad I had never seen before. I released Farrah, as I found myself staring at the chick. Lil’ mama was bad. Hair done, nails done, everything did. That face was gorgeous, and smooth as hell. Then the body…oh my God the body. This broad had a bowlegged stance, wide ass hips, and a tiny waist…just like Black Reign. I looked a little closer. What the fuck? That was Black Reign.
As if on cue the deejay played, “Baby, you my erythang. You all I ever wanted. We can do it real big. Bigger than you ever done it. You be up on erythang. Other hoes aint never on it. I want this forever. I swear I can spend whatever on it. Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up. When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up…”
“Got damn!” Hurt shouted over the music, as he walked over to them. “Who is you?’ he joked.
Monay giggled. “Don’t get fucked up, nigga.”
Black Reign frowned, “Quit playing, nigga.”
“Oh, now you embarrassed. You don’t want nobody looking at ya ass?” Hurt teased.
“You see, baby, those are the shoes I was telling you I wanted,” Farrah pointed. “The ones that Monay friend have on.”
I cut my eyes at her. “You know who her friend is, right?”
“No,” she scrounged. “I like that hair, though.”
I snickered, because I know for a fact if she had realized who that was there was no way she would have given all those compliments. “That’s Black Reign,” I revealed.
Her jaw dropped. “Hell naw,” she waved her head. “That aint her. Black Reign is not that cute.”
“I’m telling you,” I chuckled.
“Excuse me,” a rude voice uttered.
We both looked up, and realized Black Reign was trying to squeeze past us. Farrah’s eyes bucked, I guess finally recognizing Black Reign’s voice. We both watched as she switched into the kitchen. She was wearing the hell out of a simple white fitted racer-back dress and scandals, but nothing had ever been sexier.
I had to be staring too long, because when I glanced down Farrah was glaring up at me. “Damn, you see something you like?”
“Man,” my head fell back. “Don’t even try that shit. You the one who brought her to my attention.”
“Yeah, okay,” she pursed her lips.
I nixed her off, and tried to enjoy the party. The weed smoke in the air was thick, as some of the wildest niggas in the hood trickled in. Everybody was on one, as the drinks flowed, and the boppers bounced their asses.
“Uh oh!” Monay screamed, as she waved her drink in the air. She was twerking all in front of Hurt, enticing him. He stood with his arms folded, watching her move. “Go Black Reign,” she grabbed her girl’s shoulder. Black Reign waved her head, refusing to dance. Over the years I’d never seen her move to a beat, and I was convinced she just couldn’t dance.
“Come on, baby,” Farrah grabbed my hands and wrapped them around her waist. She swayed her hips to the beat, as she gently stroked my face.
“Go Black Reign!” I heard Monay shout again.
Black Reign bobbed her head to Plies rapping, “Guess what my mama told me? She hate my patnahs. Guess why she hate ‘em, though? Cause all of ‘em robbing…”. She dropped down into a squat, and started vibrating her ass cheeks. The shit was crazy, because the only thing that moved was ass. I hadn’t seen many broads do that outside of the strip club. She whirled her hips around like she was on a dick, as her legs were spread eagle. If that wasn’t enough she had the nerve to lower a knee, and bounce just one ass cheek. She kept her hand between her thighs, covering her pussy, but that shit didn’t matter. She’d just singlehandedly rocked up every nigga in the room. Now I knew why her ass didn’t dance often. She was too nasty. All the bitches in the room were frowned up, except my cousin. Black Reign had moves that made the room uncomfortable. It was explicit, almost like watching porn. She looked around at all the faces watching her, and hopped up, only to bend it over and vibrate her ass.
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