Dope Girl 2: Just like daddy

by Sa'id Salaam

  "Yall give me some head." The rapper ordered and they rushed to comply. They fought playfully over his manhood then took turns pleasing him.

  After fucking the three girls in every known position, Erv-G dismissed them. A bodyguard loaded them in one of the cars and dropped them off around Atlanta.

  "Lisa." One of the girls said as the car pulled in front of her house. She pushed her number into Dasia’s hand and kissed her cheek before she got out.

  Dasia tried coke and pussy for the first time that night but it would not be the last. She got out at the apartment with hunger and thirst. A hunger for pussy and a thirst for coke.

  ****

  Aqua and her new friend spent the rest of the night re-arranging the furniture in his dorm room. The large couple fucked on the small bed until dawn. Being the southern gentleman that he was, he fed her waffles before dropping her off at the apartment.

  Chapter 19

  Cameisha and Bilal traded text messages and frequent phone calls for weeks. Their affection grew by the day and finally the day came when she agreed to go out with him. He took her to a swank little Indian restaurant in hopes of impressing her. He succeeded.

  "This is nice!" Meisha exclaimed as he led her by the hand into the dimly lit establishment.

  "It is, I'm glad you like it." He replied proudly. He often took dates here because of the ambiance and five known aphrodisiacs on the menu.

  The tables sat low to the ground requiring patrons to sit on large fluffy pillows. Most of the food was meant to be eaten by hand so that's how they ate.

  "Try this one." Bilal offered pushing a piece of spicy chicken towards her face. Cameisha allowed him to put it in her mouth with a giggle.

  By the second course, the hand feeding had become seductive. Intense eye contact now accompanied the savory shrimp they put in each other's mouths. When Cameisha closed her mouth around his finger and slowly sucked it, it was time to go.

  "Check please!" Bilal yelled so loud he startled the couple dining next to them.

  The dessert menu had been changed so Bilal sped back to his condo. The ride was quiet because the air was filled with a sexual current that didn't require words. She absorbed the soft jazz and was comfortable with her decision to let him have her.

  "Would you like the tour?" He asked as they entered his tidy unit. Cameisha cracked a sly smile and shook her head, 'no'.

  When they reached the bedroom, the future lovers stood on opposite sides of the platform bed and slowly stripped shirt for shirt, then wife beater for bra, his slacks followed by her jeans; boxer briefs and panties, until they were both naked.

  The couple crawled towards each other on the bed and met with a kiss in the middle. They maintained lip contact as they lay down. Meisha resisted the urge to touch him with her hands but Bilal didn't. As their tongues got acquainted, he reached down between her legs. As he fondled her neatly shaved box, he played in its slippery wetness.

  He kissed his way to her neck then breasts. By the time he got one of her hard nipples in his mouth, she moaned from an orgasm. Bilal made sure each plump titty got equal treatment as he kissed, sucked and caressed them.

  "Mmm." Cameisha whined when the kisses moved down to her hard stomach.

  He moved lower and pushed her thighs apart, kissing and sucking them well. Cameisha almost protested when he put his face between her legs. One flick of his tongue on her now swollen clit was enough to shut her up.

  Meisha 's back arched and she hissed loudly as he massaged her pussy with his lips and tongue. He had to hold her down by placing a hand on her stomach to prevent her from levitating. She came again more violently than the first and soaked his face with her fluids.

  Bilal kissed his way back quickly and put his tongue in her mouth. Cameisha could taste her own sweetness as he reached for a condom from a bowl of assorted variety on the night stand. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it down on his erection.

  "Put it in!" Cameisha demanded. She was desperate to have him inside of her immediately.

  "No, you do it." He ordered, staring down at her. She complied by grabbing his stiff manhood. It wasn't quite as thick as Pedro but just as long. She worked the head in the fluid leaking out of her then positioned it between her lips. When he wouldn't push, she grabbed him by the hips and pulled him inside of her.

  Bilal slow stroked her to a quick orgasm while maintaining eye contact the whole time. He treated her to another then picked up the pace as his own drew near. Cameisha had her fifth orgasm at the same time the young doctor grunted and filled up the condom.

  "That was the best sex of my life!" Cameisha heard herself cheer. She was embarrassed by the outburst but some emotions go straight from the heart to the mouth without stopping by the brain.

  "Mine too." Bilal replied scanning his memorizes to see if it was true. He nodded affirmatively content that if not the best it was certainly up there.

  Cameisha watched as he carefully removed the condom. She twisted her lips thinking how much drama that small piece of latex could have saved her from.

  "Incoming mail." The laptop on the desk announced as the couple cuddled.

  "And it can wait!" Bilal shouted playfully back to the computer. "Probably one of these pill mills wanting more oxy for their legal junkies!"

  "Oxy!" Cameisha shouted and bolted upright in the bed. "I mean what's a pill mill?"

  It had been a couple of weeks since she last swallowed one of the pills that made her feel so good. She had been trying to make up for the loss by smoking blunts with her friends but that really wasn't working because for one it was too much work. You had to roll the weed, smoke the weed, pass the weed, and use Visine for your eyes, mints for your breath and perfume to hide the smell. Not oxy though, just pop and take off. It was a high she could function with.

  "So called pain management clinics. Really just a way for white people to sell dope and not go to prison." He fumed. "They order bulk supplies at discount rates, then dispense at full street value to prevent a re-sale market. All they did was corner the market so they can get rich."

  Getting rich was the language Cameisha spoke. She knew all too well the hunger pains of being poor. She was ready for some rich people's problems; or so she thought.

  "That sucks. Show me how it works." Meisha said getting up and heading over to the computer. She pulled his wife beater over her head as he slid into his boxers and joined her.

  "Let me show you." He said sitting at the desk. He pulled up his dispensing program and keyed in the password.

  Cameisha repeated the word 'sadie' over and over committing it to memory. She listened intently as he explained the entire operation. He was the last line of defense against fraud. He had to completely verify a company before setting up an account. Once the account was in his system, they could have a variety of pills shipped directly to their office or even better, P.O. Box.

  "So, how much they cost in bulk?" Cameisha asked barely able to conceal her greed and excitement. If it was as easy as he just described, she was about to come up. This would be her private hustle, no need to tell her girls.

  "As low as a dollar a pill if they buy ten thousand. Small orders are about two fifty, three dollars each." He answered.

  "Ok, enough business." She announced, having heard all she needed to hear. She straddled his lap and pulled the t-shirt over her head. "Can I have some more sex please?"

  Bilal's mouth was too full of titty to answer but that technically is an answer. As he alternated sucking her nipples he worked his erection through the hole in his boxers. He threw caution to the wind and wriggled inside of her.

  Cameisha had never ridden a dick before and let him guide her. He took control and worked her hips in a circular motion until she shook from another orgasm. She was so wet and tight he couldn't help himself from slamming her up and down the length of his pole. Common sense caught up with him just before he came.

  "Get up!" He ordered urgently tapping her on the ass. Cameisha jumped off and
stroked his dick with her hand making him explode onto his chest and stomach.

  Bilal was sleeping two seconds after they hit the bed. That was part of the plan.

  Chapter 20

  "So, that must be the Mexican she talkin bout. " Pedro announced nodding in agreement with himself as he spoke.

  Cynthia generously told all of Cameisha's business over the last few weeks. Pedro would hook up with her almost daily and feed her drugs and thug love in exchange for information. He even purchased weed several times through the dingy girl. Her details were so precise. He knew exactly who Juan was when he pulled up to the apartment. She unwittingly set up the robbery Pedro and Big Shawty were planning.

  "We should get him right now!" His partner in crime urged. They already knew the tote bag Juan carried had the weekly ten pound delivery.

  The dirty duo had been dealing drugs for a decade and never had ten pounds at one time. This would be their biggest lick yet.

  The girls on the other hand were doing quite well. The ten pounds never quite made it a full week. They now ran out of weed a day before their re-up. That was partly because people started demanding quarters and ounces. The girls were starting to move weight without even knowing it.

  "Chill Shawty, we gone catch him inside and get that money too." Pedro replied. With ten pounds and five thousand, he could floss real good for a couple of days. He was too cheap to make it rain but could stand a slight drizzle. Fog maybe.

  A smile pulled his blunt darkened lips from his gold teeth as another sinister plot entered his corrupt mind. He was going to double up.

  "There go yo girl!" Shawty announced like Pedro couldn't see Cynthia emerge from the building.

  "No shit." He shot back. He had sent her to buy the weed she had in her purse in order to follow her. He put the car in gear and pulled off.

  ****

  "Shit!" Bilal shouted as he came. Cameisha was in front of him on all fours. She had an arch in her back, giving him full access to her goodies.

  When she collapsed on her stomach, Bilal went with her and landed on her back. This way he got to stay inside of her.

  "Mmm that was good." Meisha purred and massaged him with her vagina muscles. She allowed him to lay there on top and inside until his breathing became heavy. One of his light snores filled the room. She slid from underneath him.

  Cameisha stared at him for several minutes before easing out of the bed. She stood up and watched him for another minute before moving again. She had to make sure he was fully asleep because there was no explaining what she was about to do. After taking a deep breath, she tip-toed over to his computer.

  "Yes." Meisha cheered in a whisper and pumped her fist when the password granted her access to the program.

  She had committed all the particulars to memory and quietly keyed them in. She had set up a company called The Pain Management Center. The authentic street address was actually a P.O. Box across town. She verified all the information herself and approved it.

  A pre-paid credit card was set up to pay for the order. She vacillated on whether to order a little just to test it out or go for broke and try to get paid.

  "Scared money don't make none." Meisha told herself and placed the order. Two thousand Oxy pills at two dollars and fifty cent each, maxed out the five thousand dollars she put on the card. She was all in and stood the make twenty thousand dollars wholesale. A smile spread on her pretty face when the order was approved. It would ship the next day, now she had to find a steady supply of customers.

  Cameisha felt something as she slid back into bed next to Bilal. It was a twinge of regret but she was too greedy and selfish to dwell on it. Instead, she grabbed Bilal by his dick and stroked it while she kissed his face and neck.

  "Mmm round two?" He smiled as he became awake and erect.

  It was a silly question so she didn't bother to answer it. Instead she climbed on top of him and guided him inside of her. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed.

  "I got this." She commanded and rocked her hips. She got a good stroke going and came with a screech. Meisha rolled off him, leaving the doctor hanging.

  "What about me?" He complained seeing she was about to go to sleep.

  "I got mine, get yours." She shot back and dozed off.

  Bilal had no choice but to grab his erection. He used the juice she left behind as lubricant and got his.

  Chapter 2 1

  "My boyfriend wants to know if he can buy some pounds from you." Cynthia demanded as she barged into the dorm room where Cameisha and Jackie were sleeping. She had the phone to her face ready to relay the answer. Not that she had to, Pedro could hear the conversation just fine.

  "Jackie!!" Meisha yelled over to her. Jackie had wanted to be down so she put her in charge of their burgeoning weight market.

  They were running out of weed so quickly now that customers demanded to be able to buy larger quantities. The quality was just fine. They just wanted more of it. Cameisha acquiesced and began selling various amounts up to an ounce. Ounces went for a hundred bucks each. If left to her, Cameisha would have made him buy 16 of them for the pound.

  "I'm up yo!" Jackie grumbled then turned to Cynt. "Tell him…a stack each."

  "A thousand dollars honey." Cynthia relayed into the phone needlessly. "He said how much if he buy ten?"

  "A thousand each." Cameisha interrupted.

  "For ten, he can get them for eight." Jackie cut in. She and Meisha split the proceeds from her sales fifty-fifty so the $1500 sale was good enough for her. Unlike the boss, she wasn't greedy. She had more money stuffed in her panty drawer now than she ever had in her whole life put together.

  Even as half of the notorious stick-up kids, Jack and Ill, she rarely saw a coin. Her and her deceased boyfriend caught some sweet licks but he controlled the money with an iron fist just like he controlled her.

  "Ok, he wants ten." Cynthia announced. Pedro on the other end frowned up. He cursed himself for not ordering more since it was that easy.

  "But check, it gotta go through you." Jackie stated firmly. "Get the gwap and meet me at the apartment. I aint tryna meet nobody."

  "Juan is supposed to come around two. I better hit him and let him know to bring ten more of them things." Cameisha said sitting up.

  "Shit you need to order another ten for us too." Jackie suggested. She too had gotten bit by the hustle bug. Once it hits, it’s hard to let it go. Damn near impossible.

  "Next time yo. I'm working on something now where we might be able to cop a hundred of em." Meisha said then clammed up before she said too much.

  "Ok, he said he gone give me the money about two." Cynt said disconnecting the call. "Shoot he gone have to break me off at least a pound."

  "You know I'ma hit you off for the sale." Jackie replied. She had been paying her ten percent of all the deals she middle-manned. Of course the pot head always wanted hers in drugs.

  When Cynthia left the room, Cameisha stood up and stretched. She stepped into the bathroom to relieve herself then hopped in the shower. Her and Jackie traded places as soon as she stepped out.

  "This will do." Meisha told a pair of jeans. She had so many clothes; she kept them in bins under her bed. After pulling the tags off, she squeezed into them.

  The weather was funny this time of year so she selected a tight sweater choosing to be a little warm over a little cold. She stared ominously at herself in the mirror as she did her hair. That's how Jackie found her.

  "A-yo, what you got going on?" Jackie asked wrapped in a towel from her own shower.

  "Nothing." Cameisha said snapping out of her trance. She had been sorting out all the 'what ifs' if something went wrong.

  "Hold up, let me get dressed. I'm coming with you." She insisted, scrambling for something to put on.

  "Chill yo, I got this." Meisha shot back. For all she knew, the police would be waiting on her when she got there.

  "Just a little experiment, if it goes well, I'll tell you all about it."


  Cameisha picked up her phone and hit Juan on the speed dial.

  "Hola bonita." Juan smiled through the phone. He was becoming very fond of the girl but it was more sisterly than romantic. He was amused and impressed by her hustle.

  "Chillin popi. Check it, I need to double up today if it's not too late." She sang like girls do when they want something from a boy.

  "Bout time! I was wondering when you was going to move up." He shot back. Every hustler knows that if your re-ups aren't increasing something is wrong. That's hustling backwards and you're in the wrong business.

  "No doubt. I need to holla at you later about that." She replied remembering him saying he needed a pill connect.

  "Ok, I'll be there bout two. We can go eat and talk then." He offered.

  "Nah, I won't be there. The girls will handle that and we can talk later."

  Cameisha debated whether or not to pack her pistol then decided against it. If the worst case scenario played out, a gun would only make it worse. That would be carrying a pistol in commission of a felony. She shook her head 'no' and walked out of the room.

  A bus to the train and then another bus ride later Cameisha arrived at her destination. She rented the P.O. Box across town to put some distance between her and her crime. She chose this location because it was located in a low crime neighborhood which meant no need for security cameras.

  Meisha walked through the parking lot scanning all cars then scrutinizing all faces for traces of law enforcement. Satisfied that she saw none she walked into the business.

  The way the clerk frowned at her, Cameisha was tempted to turn around and run out. She realized his frown was in response to the one on her face, so she smiled and he smiled back. She found her box and used the key to open it. The smile on her face widened at the sight of the large envelope inside.