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Dope Girl 2: Just like daddy

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by Sa'id Salaam


  "Chill, chill." Cameisha ordered and slowed to a walk just before they got to the main street.

  When the shots rang out in the war torn projects, no one looked to see who was shooting. Instead, the battle weary residents took cover under beds and in bath tubs. This would be just another murder in the projects.

  "What did yo crazy ass do?" Jackie squinted as they returned. She couldn't hear the shots, but Cameisha had her 'murder mami' face on and Aqua was still huffing and puffing from the run.

  "Nothing." Meisha smiled innocently then came clean. "One down."

  Chapter 2 4

  Having cake certainly has its advantage. And being that the Salazar family was caked the fuck up, Juan was able to recuperate at home. A team of doctors and nurses were dispatched to the family mansion to keep tabs on him. Of course, Angela hovered around at all times. She accused all the nurses of flirting with him and cursed one out for taking his temperature.

  Juan would have preferred to go to his own condo but Mama Salazar wasn't hearing it. The best he could manage was staying in the pool house. Once he got settled good, he sent for Cameisha so they could complete their arrangement.

  Remembering the security in the parking lot at the hospital, Cameisha knew the tinted out range rover pulling onto the block was her ride.

  "Sure you don't want me to come yo?" Jackie asked fearfully.

  "I'm cool ma. I'm like part of the family." Meisha smiled and replied far more confidently than she felt. They had tossed the dirty gun in the dumpster but even if she had it what good would it do.

  When the truck stopped in front of her, she walked to the curb and stopped. Grandma said divas do not open doors, so she waited. She didn't have to wait long as the burly Columbian driver got out and rushed around the front of the Range to open the door. He even assisted her gently by the elbow as she stepped into the vehicle. Once she was seated, he closed it and got in. Meisha and Jackie locked eyes as the truck pulled off.

  Cameisha was shocked at how quickly and thoroughly the landscape changed once they reached the suburbs. The town of Vinings was a stone's throw from the city but a world away. Every vehicle that passed by was above the fifty thousand dollar range and nothing over a few years old. In this world, cars get traded in for new ones after two or three years. Then niggas buy them, put big ass rims on them and floss. Like they say; one man's trash…

  Manicured lawns hid behind wrought iron gates on both sides of the streets. Had this been an actual tour, the guide would have been pointing out various homes of celebrities, athletes and businessmen. The gate that the driver pulled up to was opened as he approached. Cameisha gasped at the sight of the fancy mansion at the end of a driveway full of fancy cars.

  "Senor Juan is in the pool house." The driver announced as if practicing his English.

  Cameisha smiled and thanked him in perfect Spanish causing him to smile proudly. He pointed at the pool house as he helped her down from the vehicle. She followed where he pointed and walked into the backyard.

  "Hola Cameisha!" Marisol called from where she and Angela were seated on the patio. Cameisha pasted a smile on her face and walked over to pay her respects to the lady of the house. "Como esta?"

  "Fine and you?" Meisha replied and asked sweetly. They engaged in small talk while Angela checked her up and down with a frown.

  "Juan is expecting you." Marisol advised once the niceties were out of the way. She pointed at the pool house which was a miniature two bedroom replica of the main house.

  Cameisha bid her farewell and went to see Juan. She could feel daggers being thrown at her back as she walked away.

  "There is something about her." Marisol wondered, squinting as if that would somehow bring it in focus.

  "I don't trust her." Angela stated needlessly.

  "You trust no bitch like Cash and Nene." Mama Salazar laughed.

  "Nope." Angela said and got up to follow Cameisha in.

  "Sup Popi?" Meisha smiled when she walked in on Juan playing video games with one of his brothers.

  "Sup wit chu?" He gritted back from behind his wired jaw and paused the game. Brother Carlos smiled, nodded and excused himself.

  "Aww let me see." Meisha moaned at the sight of the large bandage on his cheek. She went to touch it and that's exactly how Angela found her when she walked in.

  "Do you have a boyfriend?" She asked sitting practically on his hip.

  "Yes." Cameisha smiled as Bilal's smile flashed in her mind. She hadn't seen or spoken to him since the robbery. He had been leaving voice mails and text messages but she was too preoccupied to reply.

  "Do you like for strange women to touch his face?" Angels asked curtly.

  "I'm not strange. I'm family. This is my big brother." Meisha said still rubbing his bandage. Angela frowned but she would remember this statement later when it proved true. She was going to frown then too.

  "Mmm," Juan grimaced from the pain of her touch.

  "My bad yo. You might want to keep a few of these yourself." Cameisha offered as she passed him the package containing 1,900 oxy pills.

  "Never that! Drugs are for drug addicts." He shot back. "These are sold already at ten bucks each. I need more, like ten thousand."

  "At five dollars!" Meisha cheered at the hefty profit.

  "Yeah right." Juan laughed and frowned from the pain of laughing. "Three." He said holding up three fingers.

  "That's what's up. I'm not sure if I can get that many at once though." She admitted. "Let's do five and five at $3.50 a piece. If that works out we'll try the ten."

  "Ok, your stuff is in the bag." He gritted referring to a tote bag on the table. Cameisha wasn't expecting anything and frowned as she went to investigate.

  "Ay-yo, my money fucked up right now." She said seeing the bag was full of weed. Ten pounds of compressed bricks.

  "The pills put us even. We have a clean slate." Juan said causing Angela to suck her pretty teeth and walk out. "Pay for this when you come to re-up. The show must go on"

  Chapter 2 5

  Saturday night rolled around and the whole crew had dates. Cynthia met up with Pedro for hard drugs and rough sex. Even though he was still flush with cash from the robbery, he still made her spend her daddy's dough.

  He would charge her for the weed they smoked and the coke that was becoming more frequent. The slime ball decided to raise the stakes and push her further into his pocket.

  "What's that?" Cynthia asked curiously as Pedro dropped several small baggies on the hotel table. She picked one up and marveled at the small rock inside.

  "Primo." He replied evasively and split a cigar. He dumped the guts out and replaced it with some of the stolen weed. Cynthia watched curiously as he crushed one of the rocks and laced the blunt. Using his tart saliva, he sealed the cigar and lit it. The blunt sparked and sizzled as he inhaled.

  "Hmp." Pedro said, passing the blunt. He quickly blew the smoke out before it could affect him. One because he planned on using his dick and two because he didn't smoke crack.

  Cynthia did though, now that is. She immediately felt the life changing effects of the blunt. It felt as if she were actually floating, so she took another and another. The brand new junky was happy Pedro never asked for the weed back and let her smoke. Once she had her fill, he led her to the bed to fill her up.

  Coke always made her horny but after smoking crack it was extra. This is why crack whores worked such long shifts. Dick and dope equals win/win. Pedro shoved his erection in her face as usual and she finally opened up.

  *****

  Aqua was going out with her football player again. The future sports star would one day be a millionaire but he was dead broke now. But, like they say it aint tricking if you got it and Aqua had it. She generously sprung for movies and the huge meals they ate. After all, business was booming and the girls kept pockets full of money.

  The large couple hit the mall earlier and shopped for his and hers outfits. Surf and turf filled their bellies then off to the movies. Once
the credits rolled, it was off to the dorms for sex.

  ****

  Since it was Dasia's turn to hold down the fort, she was stuck alone in the apartment. There was the usual Saturday night rush of people wanting their weed for the evening then the slow down.

  "I need a man." Dasia said aloud. She was attempting to shake thoughts of Lisa out of her mind; the thoughts that had her panties soaked as she recalled the night she spent with her and the rapper. The coke and oral sex was the highlight of the night. When the throbbing between her legs became too much, she made the call.

  An hour later, Lisa was making lines of cocaine on the coffee table. She picked up a gram of mediocre coke on the way over and Dasia supplied the wine coolers and weed. They listened to music and made small talk until the coke was snorted, blunt was smoked and glasses empty.

  "What now?" Dasia asked fearfully. She wanted the girl to touch her but didn't know how to say it. She wore a tiny skirt and braless wife beater for her as bait, hoping she would bite or at least lick.

  "What do you want to happen?" Lisa asked and scooted next to her on the sofa. She palmed her exposed thigh and stared straight into her inner being. The part of the eye where truth is kept and asked, "Do you want me to eat your pussy?"

  "Y,y,y, yesss." Dasia managed to get out as Lisa's hand moved under the skirt.

  "I see!" Lisa giggled when her hand reached the wet panties. She pulled them aside and slid a finger inside of her. She leaned in to kiss her and they made out while she played in her pussy.

  Lisa stopped just short of making Dasia cum and pulled her hand away. She silently stood and peeled off her tight jeans. Dasia took the hint and leaned back to come out of her skirt and panties. Once they were naked, Lisa positioned her for a 69 and lowered her throbbing box onto her mouth.

  Dasia came almost instantly after Lisa clamped her mouth onto her vagina. She sucked her to another orgasm a minute later. The girls ate pussy until they were both full and came several times each. When they sat up, they kissed and tasted their own juices off each other's mouths.

  "Can we get more coke?" Someone asked.

  "Sure, I'll call my people." Lisa replied and reached for her phone.

  Dasia was shocked that the question came from her but since it was in the air she didn't try to take it back.

  ****

  "You like?" Bilal asked needlessly as Cameisha shoveled food into her mouth.

  "What? This shit is delicious yo!" Cameisha cheered with her mouth full. She had smoked weed with her crew in addition to popping a pill and was super hungry and horny.

  "My mom's recipe." Bilal smiled proudly. "Glad you like it."

  Luckily he came for the empty plate before she had a chance to lick up the rest of the sauce with her tongue. Cameisha smiled as she watched him clear the table and load the dishwasher. She was too horny to wait for him to clean the kitchen so she took matters into her own hands. While he worked, she quickly stripped out of her outfit and climbed on the table.

  "How about some desert?" She called. When Bilal turned his head in her direction, she seductively spread her legs. He did a double take and rushed over.

  Bilal re-took his seat and marveled at the shaved vagina in front of him. After spending all day at work fixing beat up boxes, this fresh and clean pussy was a treat. Treats are to be eaten so he leaned in and tasted it. He had her so close to an orgasm by touching it. It exploded and sprayed his face the second his tongue touched it.

  He stood and frantically freed the erection from his pants and plunged inside of her, raw. It was so intense and she was so wet, so tight, so good. "Shit!"

  Bilal didn't last a full minute before snatching himself out and spewing warm gobs of semen all the way up to her neck.

  "Come on!" He shouted and pulled Cameisha up from the table. Bilal rushed her into his room and onto the bed and pushed back inside of her.

  There would be no quick nut this time. Bilal pulled Cameisha's legs up and opened by her ankles and fucked her. She grabbed fistfuls of the sheets and gritted her teeth to take the pounding. One hour and eight positions later, Bilal pulled out and skeeted on her back.

  Once he was empty, he slumped over on the bed breathing heavily. Cameisha rolled over to face him and traded soft pecks.

  "I see somebody missed me." She giggled between kisses.

  "I did, but I understand. Mid-terms can be brutal." He said indicating that he bought her excuse.

  "Yeah, mid-terms." She repeated the lie. The truth was that she missed her mid-terms dealing with the robbery. She was supposed to have been in computer lab at the exact moment she put a bullet in Big Shawty's big head.

  Cameisha rubbed Bilal's face softly as he blinked sleep into view. He smiled as he tried to fight it but eventually the sandman got his man. She waited a while until his soft snores grew louder and slipped out of the bed. She stood over him and watched him for a minute before creeping over to the computer.

  "Shit!" Meisha shouted in a whisper as the computer beeped loudly when it came to life. She scrambled to turn the volume down. Using her own personal money, she ordered five thousand pills at two dollars each. It was a gamble but she took the risk. She couldn't gamble with the crew's money but if it succeeded, she planned to put them on too.

  The order was approved and set for delivery in two days. After shutting the program and then computer down, she slid back in bed and snuggled up next to Bilal.

  Chapter 26

  Cameisha knew she was slipping in school and buckled down. She took make up exams and managed to pass. Things were running smoothly enough for her to fall back and concentrate on her classes. A knock on the door startled both her and Jackie.

  "You expecting someone?" She asked Jackie.

  "Yeah, Samantha wants an ounce." She replied and went to open the door. Jackie now handled the weight sales, selling anything from an ounce to a quarter pound. It was far less traffic than the dime bags handled at the apartment.

  Samantha was one of the few white kids attending the predominately black school. While the other whites were 'wiggers' or black wanna be's, she was a pure white girl. She loved black men, so over her parent's objections, she chose the black school. They tried to squeeze her into a white school by cutting off her funds but the brilliant chemistry student got grants, scholarships and finally a job in the school's lab.

  "Sup Sam, this my roommate Meisha." Jackie said as she let the customer in.

  Cameisha fought a frown from forming on her face at the introduction. She hated meeting new people. New people meant new problems and she was content with her small circle of friends. A circle that started out larger. The one's who were left were the survivors; the loyal ones. Samantha smiled, took a deep breath and went in.

  "Hey Cameisha. I'm Samantha but Jackie just told you that. Oh my gosh, you are so pretty. You look like this girl I grew up with back home in Ohio. Have you ever been to Ohio? It's ok; I've never been to New York but can't wait to go. There was a guy from New York who came to my school in 12th grade. All the black girls hated me when we started dating. They wanted to fight me every day. I got my ass kicked so many times; I just broke up with him."

  Cameisha shot Jackie an 'is she serious?' glance as Samantha rambled on. Jackie just shrugged and continued her task. She held the ounce of weed on the hand scale so Samantha could see she was getting what she paid for. That was a lesson the dope girl learned from her dope boy father and passed on to her crew. They always gave proper weight. The tiny dime sacks were what the market allowed but if you paid for an ounce you got an ounce. Samantha nodded her approval so she wouldn't have to stop talking.

  "Oh did I tell you guys about my new experiment? I took an acidic powder and increased its weight four times without losing any of the properties. It was as potent as the original. Simple really, I just found the right combination of melamine and added electrons."

  "Is that right?" Jackie asked as they traded weed for cash. She guided her to the door, opened it and ushered her out into
the hall while she was still talking. Someone else was going to catch the rest of that story.

  "Hey yall!" Cynthia sang barging in before Jackie could get the door closed all the way. "Got weed?"

  "Hey Cynt, yeah we straight." Jackie replied dryly.

  “Smoke one then." She cheered.

  "No doubt." Meisha replied shaking her head at Jackie before she could flip on her. "So how yo man doing?"

  "Who Dre? He cool, posed to link up with him later." She said. Cameisha fed her a blunt and let her ramble on, telling all his business.

  She gleamed that Pedro didn't even attend Big Shawty's funeral. What she didn't know was that his slimy ass broke into their apartment and robbed them while the family was burying him.

  "Yall still aint got no blow? Yall need to get some coke. Everybody wants coke." Cynthia announced.

  "She aint lying. I get asked every time somebody cop weed." Jackie added. Cameisha only nodded but she was hearing that a lot lately.

  Dasia had been campaigning that they start selling blow as well. While it was true that several customers requested it daily, she was developing a taste for it herself. She and Lisa linked up a few times snorting and eating the night away.

  "I might just have to get a package. Something small just to see what's happening." She relented. She almost believed it herself.

  Cocaine changed the dynamics of the game. It put different players on the field and most didn't play fair. Sure, it was more money but with that comes more problems.

  "Say Cynt, give me a ride to…nah forget it." Meisha started and stopped. It would have cut two hours in travel time getting a ride versus taking the bus but Cynthia couldn't hold water.

  'Need my own car' she thought as the bus rumbled to her destination. "You aint got no license." She replied aloud to the thought.

  Once again she was on high alert as she made her way through the parking lot to the P.O. Box. If she got away clean this time, she would try them up for ten thousand pills and the fifteen thousand dollar pay day.

 

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