by Sa'id Salaam
"Ladies, would you care to join us?" The professor professed with a bright smile that masked his ire.
"Yes I would. Can you please ask this, this….. "Arnell studied Cameisha's ponytail, sweats and sneakers before deciding on, "raga muffin to move out of my seat."
"Come on Arnell. We'll move to another spot." Curt said rising from his chair putting the bulge in his pants eye level with Cameisha.
Cameisha was mad at herself for letting her gaze linger longer than it should have on his crotch. It awakened the part of a woman that likes that part of a man. She was even madder at being called a raga-muffin and thought about beating her up. Curt finally led his demented diva away so class could resume.
She had a ball in the class watching the animated instructor instruct. Likewise, her next class was a blast as well, but as soon as it was over the memory of the insult came rushing back to mind.
"What the hell is a raga-muffin anyway?" She wondered aloud as she walked back to the dorm. Already fuming when she got to her room, it only got worse when she walked in.
There was her roommate in a downward facing dog yoga position getting vigorous back shots from another dude. A dude who was obviously late for something the way he was hitting it a hundred miles an hour.
"Out, out!" Cameisha shouted and pulled the student out of her roommate by his shoulder.
"Fuck wrong with you bitch!" He demanded, getting a busted lip for using the magic word.
"I got yo bitch, bitch." She shouted, putting her dukes up for battle. He jumped up with his bare dick bobbing in the air. The cute suburban boy had never had a fight in his life and decided now was not the time to start. Not with that look in the girl's eye.
"Yall crazy!" He settled for and quickly dressed as Jackie pulled her cover over her nakedness.
"Call me." Jackie moaned as he rushed out. Never mind, she didn't have a number to even give him.
"Now you!" Meisha shouted, turning her attention to her roommate. "Get up. I need a one!"
"I don’t wanna fight you." Jackie pleaded.
"You must, cuz you keep violating our space! We been here a damn week and you fucked three different dudes already! Fuck you selling pussy or some shit?"
"He said I was pretty." Jackie whispered solemnly. It sounded crazy to her too when she heard it aloud but it was true. Gary sat next to her in algebra and told her she was pretty. He saw the giggle and blush in her black skin and moved in for the kill. He flattered his way into an afternoon roll in the hay.
"And? You fucked him cuz he told you? Shit you are pretty."
"You really think I'm pretty?" She gushed, jumping up from the bed to hear the answer better.
"Uh, yeah but I don't wanna fuck you." Meisha frowned. "Yo, you need to get yourself together."
"I'm trying." Jackie said sadly as she sat back down. Tears began to stream from her eyes. They began slowly then increased as she cried herself a river. It took a full ten minutes before she could regain her composure. Cameisha couldn't help but to feel sorry for her.
"Yo, you from New York, you ever heard of Jack and Ill?"
"The stick up kids? Of course." Meisha asked wondering where she was going with this.
"Well, I'm Jack." She confessed and commenced to confess the whole story; the abuse, the robberies, the murders. Laid out all the sordid details and Cameisha didn't believe a word of it.
"Get the fuck outta here!" She laughed then cracked the fuck up. She was laughing as hard as Jackie had been crying a few minutes ago. She now had tears running down her face as well. "Girl you scared of your own damn shadow and you expect me to believe you a killer? I'm more of a killer than you!"
Cameisha heard her own last words as soon as they left her mouth. She was a killer. She killed Big Bessie and Old Man Grimes back home and just recently murdered Tovia. She would have killed the dealers from Nelson Avenue had she not traded being a dope girl for a college girl. Instead of regret she felt nothing.
"Anyway, let's make a deal." Meisha offered.
"What kinda deal?" Jackie asked eagerly. She was so happy her roommate wasn't mad at her anymore she would have agreed to almost anything. Scratch that; she would have agreed to anything. She jumped up again bouncing with excitement.
Ok, first, I'ma need you to put some clothes on, cuz..umm yeah."
"My bad." Jackie giggled and complied.
"Aight you, look. You pretty, you fine so you aint gotta keep fucking to prove it. We a team now. You hold me down, I hold you down. I eat, you eat." Cameisha proclaimed.
"That's a bet!" Jackie accepted and rushed over to seal the deal with a hug. A deadly merger was formed just like that.
Chapter 6
When the weekend rolled around the new BFFs decided to hit a party. First they had to decide which party to hit because there were so many to choose from. It seemed every frat, sorority, group or clique was throwing one.
The light skinned sorority was having an all light party. They had a paper bag at the door to see who could be admitted inside. A recent driver's license or I.D. could vouch for you if you had a tan. The only thing dark in the house was the humor.
The faux gangters and wanna be hoochie mamas were throwing a bash as well. The sheltered preachers kids and nerds dressed in sagging jeans and short skirts to emulate the bad boys and girls they admired. The same ones they left home to go to school while they went to morgues, prisons and abortion clinics…funny thing is bad kids never pretend to be good kids.
Then there was the Phi Alpha something frat. This was the one all the athletes and elite guys belonged to. This was the one Curt belonged to. The cost of admission was a dime. Meaning you had to be one to get in. Bad bitches only and Meisha and Jackie all dressed up were two bad bitches. Dime pieces.
"Ok, I'm getting tired of my clothes looking better on you than me." Meisha quipped light heartedly, yet half serious. Every time she let her thicker roommate borrow a garment, she filled it out to perfection. Pride often led her to donate it to Jackie's cause. Slowly her empty closet began to fill.
"I look ok?" Jackie pleaded desperately needing approval. Since she stopped sleeping with every dude who looked at her, she turned exclusively to Cameisha to boost her self-esteem. She, like a lot of girls, hadn't figured out the 'self' part of self-esteem. Do it your damn self.
She turned sideways to inspect herself in the full length mirror but it couldn’t hold all that ass poking out the back. They recently discovered that Cameisha's loose fitting casual jeans fit her like a glove. Add a designer T and wa-la! Instant bad bitch.
"You aight." Meisha teased as she squeezed into a pair of tight jeans herself.
She still wasn’t completely comfortable with all the attention her round ass drew but Curt would be there. Curt being there meant Arnell would be there and she wanted to look good for the both of them.
Jackie let her long black hair all the way down, giving her an exotic East Indian look. Cameisha let her natural curls frame her pretty face. They each sprayed themselves from Cameisha's growing perfume collection and stepped into their sandals.
They stepped cheerfully out into the hall and were met by a bunch of long faces. Girls roamed the hall on the verge of tears with pained expression on their faces. It looked like something out of the Walking Dead with zombies roaming.
"What's wrong? Someone die? Facebook crashed?" Meisha asked their neighbor Cynthia.
"No worse!" She cried out with her lip quivering from the sorrow. "no one has any weed. I called everyone. Everyone! You don't have any do you?"
"Uh…no." Cameisha said fighting not to laugh. Now for the umpteenth time, she wished she did have some weed.
She peeped that a student with a solid connect of even mediocre weed could really come up. Music videos made drug use cool and since everyone wanted to be cool, everyone smoked weed. Some did pills, most drank but damn near everyone smoked weed.
The current campus weed man was a herb from middle America somewhere. Turbo, as he called himself, did o
k in high school selling weed to his classmates. He came to college with a pound of mid-grade grown by his older brother. It sold out quickly and he had been struggling to maintain a supply ever since.
The surrounding ghetto had plenty of drugs but the local thugs preyed on the college kids. A trip into the projects might yield a bag of weed or you might get robbed. There were flyers all over school warning the students to stay clear of the hood. Of course they didn't listen and paid for it.
The frat house that the party was held in was only a few blocks away, so the girls decided to walk. They endured cat calls and come-ons from passing cars as well as pedestrians. Jackie enjoyed the attention but seeing that her friend was oblivious to it, she ignored it as well.
Cameisha was focused. She couldn't wait for Curt to see her dressed up a little. She sashayed seductively as they walked by a store front window. A pleased smile spread on her face, seeing her sexy reflection.
“So what's his name?" Jackie asked when she saw it.
"Who?" Meisha demanded embarrassed at being seen through. Usually she pretended to be cool and hard like her mentor Sincerity back in the Bronx but this Curt….
"Whoever got you strutting and smiling that's who." Jackie laughed knowingly.
"I'm saying though…I mean he cute but, feel me?" Cameisha said, trying to make sense of it herself. "I mean he got a girl so…"
In a classic 'speak of the devil' moment, Curt and Arnell were out front as the girls arrived.
"So, I was like Prada or Gucci? Prada or Gucci? Then I just said you know what? Give me both. I mean who can make a decision like that?" Arnell bantered on incessantly as Curt pretended to listen.
He smiled and nodded as if he cared about her trivial matters because some pussy was at the end. Men will endure all kinds of hardship and inane conversation for some ass.
Curt's expression changed into a 'damn she fine' frown when he saw Cameisha and Jackie. Arnell saw it and turned around to see who or what stole her attention. She absolutely had to be the center of attention at all times. So sharing was bad enough, sharing with Ms. Ragga-muffin was too much.
"Hmp!" She huffed even though she had to admit the girl was cute. Of course she wouldn't admit any such thing so she stormed off to find her cronies. Curt didn't even notice her departure as he went to greet Cameisha.
"Mmm, look at this one here!" Jackie moaned lustfully as Curt approached to meet them.
"That's him." Meisha giggled girlishly.
"Hey ladies." Curt greeted even though he was only talking to Cameisha.
"Hey." She sang coyly, causing Jackie to snicker.
"Anyway, I'm about to grab a, get me a, ok bye." Jackie said excusing herself. It was a waste of breath because neither of them heard her.
As usual, Jackie caused a stir when she walked in the party. The unusually dark girl was unusually pretty and the dim lighting added mystery. A frat boy named Logan was the first one out the blocks and reached her ahead of all competition.
He said, 'hey.' She said, 'hey.' He offered her a drink and she said, 'sure.' Logan led her over to the other punch bowl as his date raping buddies smiled knowingly. He labeled an ample amount of the concoction as Jackie held the glass. He watched eagerly as she lifted it to her lips for a sip.
"Mmm." Jackie lied as she sipped the super sweet drink. The potent mixture had a pound of sugar to mask the 190 proof liquor and date rape drugs.
"Un uh, drink up." Logan goaded knowing the G14B and molly mixture would have her down for whatever. Unconscious girls never say 'no' or 'I don't do that.'
The servile girl was lifting the cup to her mouth to comply until she spotted trouble. There was Arnell and her girls marching towards the front door. She quickly handed the spiked drink back to the sexual predator and followed them outside.
“Drink?" Logan smiled and offered the next girl who wandered by.
"Sure, thanks!" The bubbly co-ed cheered. She tossed it back to please him and became a statistic.
****
"Thank you." Cameisha giggled at yet another compliment. He was laying it on thick and was on his way to getting some pussy. She wouldn't have fucked him tonight but once a woman decides to fuck you, you're in as long as you don't fuck it up. It was all going so well until the liquid hit her.
"Take a cold shower Miss Ragga-Muffin!" Arnell shouted as she tossed a twenty ounce cup of Draft beer on Cameisha.
Cameisha had a Big Bessie flash back and attacked. She was on Arnell's ass so quickly; she nor her friends had time to react. Not that the sheltered divas could fight anyway. In their world a ratchet girl was a chic who didn't own her own car. In their world you could throw beer on someone and not get your ass kicked. Too bad they weren't in that world because this was brutal.
The first blow closed Arnell's eye swollen shut. The one that closely followed gave her a matching set. Next was a busted beak that bloodied the diva's designer shirt. Meisha tried her best to knock her teeth down her throat with her next flurry of punches. Good thing the cops showed up. Good for Arnell that is, for Meisha not so much.
"What's going on here?" The first officer asked despite the obvious.
"She attacked me!" Arnell shouted skipping to the middle. She of course left out the provocation that led to it.
The cop took one look at the battered girl and took her word for it. He turned to Meisha and removed his cuffs. "Turn around, you're under arrest." He demanded.
"Me? She started it." Cameisha shouted. She was ready to punch him in his mouth too but shook it off.
"Aww man!" She whined as the cuffs clicked on her wrists.
“Jack, I got some cash in one of my shoe boxes. Come get me!"
"Ok chica, just hold tight. I'm coming." Jackie shouted as her friend was led away. It broke her heart seeing the tears streaming down her face. She rushed back to the dorm to retrieve bail money.
"Did you find something?" Cynthia pleaded seeing Jackie rush back in. "Find any weed? Pills? Anything?"
Jackie just sucked her teeth and continued her mission. She never violated her friend's space by going through her belongings. Even now, with permission it felt wrong. She found a little more than just the cash.
****
After being booked, printed, photographed and thoroughly humiliated Cameisha was given a five hundred dollar bail and placed into a holding cell to wait for it to be paid.
"Ugh!" Cameisha grunted when the aroma of fifty women of different social, racial and hygiene backgrounds cramped in a small room with no air rushed into her life. She held her breath for as long as she could but was forced to breath to live.
A scan of the room gave a wide variety of women accused with a wide variety of crimes. A school teacher caught fucking a student, a church secretary caught buying dope with money from the collection plate, a young girl who stabled a flirtatious boyfriend and of course a slew of prostitutes. Well actually, half were prostitutes the other half just dressed like prostitutes. It was months away from Halloween but they wore whore costumes because their favorite singer did.
The ladies of the night came in different sizes and shapes: Old, young, big and small. A crew of young whores all looking like Nikki Minaj, yapped way too loudly for the small space hoping someone would complain so they could jump on them. They glared dangerously at Meisha as she scanned the room. Not wanting any more trouble, she quickly found a seat.
"Debbie." A broke down old whore greeted as Meisha took a seat next to her on the concrete bench. She offered a smile then remembered it was in her pocket. She retrieved her dentures and popped them in before trying again.
"Meisha." Cameisha laughed.
"What you in fo?" Debbie asked sounding like an old prison movie.
"Disorderly conduct. This bitch threw beer on me so I whooped her ass for it." She replied proudly.
"Bout some man I bet you. I bet if you dug under the surface, every bitch in here behind some man." Debbie lamented correctly. The same held true over in the males holding cell too.
"Well, you see what beating her up got you. If you really wanted to get her back you shoulda just fucked her man." Debbie said plainly. "The bumps and bruises gone heal, fuck her man, she'll never get over that!"
Cameisha paused to absorb the licentious advice. She was already thinking about having sex with Curt but some get back as well. The thought of that sweet revenge sent a tingle between her legs and pulled her mouth into a sinister smile.
“You laughing at me bitch?" A young hooker in an electric blue wig that matched her tights demanded. For some reason, she thought a clownish orange colored mini dress and six inch heels went well.
"I guess so." Cameisha sighed and stood up to fight. She had already averted her eyes from her when she walked in as a sign of submission. That's all they were getting out of her.
"Oh so I'm funny?" The prostitute asked, stepping forward. In truth she was madder at herself than the cute college kid. If not for her own fucked up decisions in life, she could have went to college herself.
"No, you're sad. This ass whooping gone be funny." Meisha said reverting back to her southern accent.
The crew of hookers followed their leader, ready to join the fray. Debbie stood up too to help her new friend but luckily the situation was averted.
"Cameisha Forrest!" A guard called as he opened the cell door. "You made bail."
The process to get out of the jail was almost as long as the one getting in, proof that it's easier to stay out of trouble than to get out of trouble. An hour after being called, she was finally free.
"Girl, I am happy to see you!" Meisha cheered when she saw Jackie waiting in the room. She rushed over and wrapped her in a bear hug.
"No problem Ma, you know I'll do anything for you." Jackie said sincerely. She was what's known as a down ass bitch, a rider. Contrary to popular belief, that type of female is rarer than a four leaf clover.
As they left and strolled home, Cameisha filled her friend in on her jail house adventures. Jackie wanted to wait on the prostitutes to make bail to see what they were talking about.
