by Sa'id Salaam
“Like… this?” Billy asked, now taking long slow strokes. Shawna was too busy with an orgasm to verbally reply, but that was an answer in itself. The feeling got even better as she got wetter and tighter from her convulsions. “I–I–I f–f–feel… s–s–something.”
“Take it out! Take it out!” Shawna shouted and shoved him up and out of her. It was just in the nick of time too because Billy began skeeting all over her stomach rolls. She graciously grabbed his shaft and worked her hand up and down to milk him dry. “You cain’t be cumming in no bitches!”
“Okay,” he replied still in awe over what had just happened. He’d been so preoccupied with being a kid that he hadn’t been concerned with sex. Now, it would become a big part of his life. He almost asked if they could do it again, as if it was a ride at an amusement park. Luckily for him she beat him to it. Again anytime anyone asked for anything that thing has value.
“I got another five dollar bill,” Shawna offered. He was still hard so she sat up and cleaned all the semen off with her mouth and tongue. When she felt it throbbing in her mouth she laid back on her fat back and once again spread her fat legs wide.
“Like this?” Billy asked more confidently as he practiced his stroke. He even had the nerve to get a little fancy with it by rolling his hips.
“Mmm hmmm, just like that,” Shawna purred as she came again and again.
Billy left Shawna’s house several hours after he entered it.
His balls were lighter, but his pockets were twenty dollars heavier. Five of those dollars were a tip for a haircut. Shawna planned on grooming the kid as her personal gigolo. It was all good because again anytime anyone wants anything it has value.
Chapter 4
“Dollar Bill!” Byron cheered when his right hand man entered the pool hall. His quick smile morphed into a curious frown seeing a new look on his old friend. The fresh haircut and clean shirt totally confused him. “Is it finna be Easter?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Billy replied, now just as confused. It was proof that both boys needed to spend more time in school instead of the pool hall. “Anyway, call me Five Dollar Bill now!”
“Where you get all that money from, mane?” Byron shouted, as if the wad he’d produced from his pocket was ten grand instead of ten dollars.
“You asking too many questions, mane!” Billy shot back smugly.
“Let’s go get us a couple sticks of reefer and a bottle of wine,” Byron urged once again. He’d been trying to get his partner to step up and hang out like the older boys did for a while now. “We might can pull us a couple of gals…”
“I’on know mane,” Billy said contemplating. His hesitation had nothing to do with the lessons and warnings about drugs that his mom preached. He just didn’t like spending his money. He wanted to keep his money in his pocket where it belonged. The debate to get high or not to get high was solved with the next swing of the pool hall’s creaky door.
Pimpin’ Leroy entered the establishment the only way he could; like a pimp. His large afro looked like it was sculpted from black marble. It had a shine from the Afro Sheen he’d used that morning and an afro pick with a fist sticking out of it. His tight pimp pants were pulled up into his crotch showing off a large ball of pimp dick. The platform shoes on his feet added an additional four inches to the already tall man. If it wasn’t for the colorful whores flanking him he may have been mistaken for a basketball player.
“That’s Pimpin’ Leroy!” Byron shouted in a whisper, of star struck awe, as if the pimp was one of The Beatles.
“I know!” Billy shot back defensively since only a lame wouldn’t have known who the man was. His mama kept him in the church so much that he fought that much harder to be a part of the streets.
The pimp had a thick stick of smoldering reefer stuck between his thick lips. It stayed put even when he spoke, how cool was that? He scanned the premises as pimps do and did a double take when he saw Billy staring his way.
“He coming over here!” Byron said excitedly, once again proving his ability to state the obvious. Billy locked eyes on the thighs of the young whore to his left. He remembered her being a few grades ahead of him when they went to school. Mandy was only sixteen, she’d skipped high school for the pros.
“What’s yo’ mama’s name?” Leroy asked seeing how much the boy favored him.
“L–L–Lady,” he stuttered. He too realized that the man looked familiar but couldn’t place the face.
“Never heard of her,” the pimp lied. He retrieved a stick of reefer from a pocket of his pimp pants and passed it to Billy. Now if he really was one of his many children at least he couldn’t say he’d never given him anything.
“All y’all youngins get y’all young asses up out of here,” Sammy, the pool hall bouncer, announced. The teens were allowed to shoot pool and buy pops until the pimps and hustlers arrived.
“Come on, let’s go down by the river,” Billy directed as if they hadn’t been given the boot. Byron was a year older but accepted the taller teen as his leader.
“Y’all little niggas come check me out tomorrow. I got some work for y’all,” Leroy advised as they left. Billy nodded his head in response despite his apprehension.
****
“We finna be skraight if’n Leroy put us on,” Byron cheered. The poor kid lived in a rundown shack with no water or electricity, so he was eager to make some money.
“I ain’t messin’ with no pimp! My mama would lose her mind if’n she found out,” Billy surmised correctly. Lady threw fits and dragged him to see Pastor Paul for counseling at his every infraction. Doing so was a win/win situation for the woman, who wanted a chance to talk to the sexy preacher without his wife being present, it gave her time with him and plus the clergy man always seemed to have an impact on her fatherless son.
“You don’t want to cuzn’ you already getting bread. Where you get that money from anyway?” Byron asked again.
“Look…” Billy paused and let out a deep sigh. He knew the only way to keep a secret was to keep it a secret, but Byron was his best friend. “I’ll tell you, but you cain’t tell nobody! Promise!”
“Promise, on my mama!” the boy shot back quickly. Billy was too young and far too naïve to know how many rumors and how much gossip was proceeded by that very same vow.
“You know Shawna? Shawna, that be with my sister.”
“You talkin’ about that big red gal? One of The Buffalo Gals… sorry,” Byron said after repeating the offensive nickname of his sister’s crew. “What, you stole her purse?”
“Nope! I had sex with her and she gave me ten dollars!” Billy said proudly.
“You fucked that fat bitch?” Byron shouted and cracked up. He laughed so hard that Billy actually started to feel ashamed. The feeling only lasted a few seconds before he remembered how good, wet, and tight she was. Not to mention it had earned him ten bucks to his friend’s none.
“Shole did, and I’ma fuck her again first chance I get!”
“Shit, I’ll fuck her!” Byron said, having a change of heart. Billy had seen his friend naked before so he knew that he didn’t have what it took, but he held his tongue and lit the reefer.
The friends sat on the dock of the mighty Mississippi River and got mighty high. It was yet another new sensation that the young boy couldn’t handle. By the time they left young Billy now had two vices in his life at a young age. Pussy and weed.
Chapter 5
“Get in here!” Shawna demanded and snatched Billy inside her house. She’d just gotten paid and was ready to get laid. But first she had a bone to pick with the boy. “I thought I told you don’t tell nobody ‘bout what we did!”
“I didn’t,” Billy frowned feeling slightly indignant. The only person he had said anything to was partner Byron. Surely he’d kept his secret.
“So why lil nappy headed Byron came over her’ the other day tryna fuck? Talkin’ ‘bout you tol’ him I pay fo’ dick! Huh? Huh?” she demanded. She’d left out the part
about asking to see his dick before she said no.
“Huh? I mean we… I…” he stammered trying to come up with an excuse. He hoped he hadn’t blown his hustle by running his mouth. It would be an expensive lesson not to learn; especially considering he was looking forward to the sex. He was hard as a rock the whole walk over there.
“Come on in her’ ol’ big mouth boy,” she said pulling him into her bedroom. “You like poppin’ yo’ lips so much so you need to come make ‘em pop on this coochie!”
Shawna lay back and spread her big thighs. Billy watched in amazement as her plump vagina swelled and glistened from excitement. His mind flashed back to the time he’d peeked through the crack along his mother’s door once while she was getting ate out. One of her men friends had her face down ass up eating her black box from the back. Lady was hooping and hollering about how good it was, so Billy didn’t mind doing it at all. Except…
“That’s gone be extra,” he announced his head down between her legs. She felt his breath on her box and almost came.
“Okay, five bucks more!” she said deciding to skip the dinner her and the rest of The Buffalo Gals usually ate on Friday nights.
Billy agreed to the tip by diving face first between her legs. Luckily for him, she was clean and fresh so her vagina tasted wonderful. The fruity concoction she applied after her bath filled his nostrils as he licked and lapped at her lips.
“Grrrr!” Shawna growled as a vicious orgasm shook the whole room. He had her speaking in tongues when he twirled his tongue around her pearl tongue. “Fuck me!”
Actions speak louder than words so Billy shoved himself inside of her frothy quivering box. The big girl pulled her big legs as wide as she could so he could get it all. He did too, with long firm strokes just like she’d taught him. She began growling and shaking once again as she came once more. Billy had to snatch himself out halfway through her convulsions to bust a nut of his own.
“Shit!” he grunted as he skeeted on her large stomach. She’d left his dick coated with her slippery fluid that he used to stroke himself dry. “I gotta go.”
“I got five mo’ dollars!” Shawna cried. She flipped over and grabbed some more money from her purse. As soon as she passed the money over to him he pushed back inside of her. A half hour later he emerged from the girl’s house fifteen dollars richer. It was time to go find Byron and smoke a couple of sticks.
****
“Who?” Shawna called from her bed when she heard the tapping on the front door. She was still propped up doggy style just like Billy had left her. A tingle spread through her body at the thought that it maybe Billy coming back for a third helping of pie. “Come in!”
“Gurl, what in the world!” Shonda shrieked at the sight of her friend ass up on the bed. She frowned as she sniffed and smelled the sweet scent of sex that wafted in the air. “Gurrrrl!”
“What?” Shawna giggled further telling on herself.
“Who was here?” her big buddy demanded to know as she looked around in case he was still present. Shawna was too naïve and inexperienced with men to know better than to tell. She would have to find out the hard way what happens when you brag about a man. Especially when it’s a friendship as tentative as the one The Buffalo Gals shared.
The girl’s friendship was one of default since they were the biggest girls in school. They didn’t have boyfriends nor did they get invited to dances so they all got jobs and paid for the things that the thin girls fucked for. It was a conditional allegiance based on the condition that none of them could get a man.
“I’ma tell you, but you cain’t tell no–o–o–obody!” Shawna said. “’Specially not Mary. Chile, she’d lose her mind!”
“Mary? What she got to… un–uh! Gurrrl!” Shonda exclaimed as she put two and two together and it added up to Mary’s big dick little brother. “Gurl, they gone put you up under the jail.”
“So, at least I’ll have a big smile on my face!” Shawna cracked.
“Was it good? Can he work it?” her friend asked, with ulterior motives drooling down her blouse.
“Not at first. Gurl, he was ‘bout to puncture a lung with that thang! I had to teach him how to work it niiiiiice and slooooow,” she sang feeling herself get wet once more just thinking about it.
“Mmph!” was all Shonda could say back. She certainly couldn’t admit that she was planning to fuck him too. “Anyway, you ready to go get us some ribs?”
“Go on ‘head. My money a little tight this week. Got some… um… Bills to pay,” Shawna lied stifling a smile at her word play. The only Bill she planned on paying was Dollar Bill.
Chapter 6
Byron wasn’t home so Billy headed on over to the pool hall to find him. He shouldn’t be there since it was after dark but Billy couldn’t phantom anywhere else he could or would be without him. He paused and looked at all the pimp’s cars lining the block in front of the pool hall. He stood out front for several minutes before building up the nerve to go inside. He braced himself for Sammy’s foul mouth as he pushed the door open.
“Sup lil’ nigga!” Sammy barked when Billy stepped inside. That much he expected but the man’s next words stunned him. “Come on in. They over there.”
“Who?” Billy asked staring over in the direction Sammy had pointed in. He got the answer for himself when he saw his friend with Leroy and one of his hookers.
“Come on over!” Byron shouted, waving and smiling, looking totally out of place.
Survival instinct told Billy to turn and leave but curiosity got the best of him. Didn’t he know that curiosity got the cat killed, and that there was no way anything good could come of this? With a deep sigh he literally blew caution to the wind and walked over.
When he got closer Billy saw the hooker at Leroy’s side was Mandy. His mind flashed to the crush he’d once had on the girl with the long brown pigtails. She’d been turned out on reefer and dick by an older boy before he’d been sent off to reform school. Once word got out that the pretty little young thing liked to get high and fuck it was just a matter of time before one of the city’s pimps got to her. Leroy was the one who got to her first. He got her high, fucked her, and put a price on her. The young girl was eye candy, so he kept her by his side. The close proximity allowed him to charge a premium for her.
“This the one they call Dollar Bill?” Leroy asked with a fake enthusiasm designed to make the boy feel important.
“The one and only!” Byron said happily. He was the only person at the table who bought the pimp’s charade.
“Mr. Leroy,” Billy said with a nod of respect. He turned to say hello to Mandy but her eyes were shut as she swayed back and forth. The girl was off beat to the tune coming from the juke box, because she didn’t hear it. The heroin coursing through her body had a melody all its own.
“He got a job fo’ us!” Byron said way too loudly. A stern look from Leroy told him so too. He repeated himself but was much quieter the second time. “We work for him now.”
“Doing what?” Billy asked his friend but looked at Leroy knowing that he’d answer.
“Odd jobs. Nothing heavy,” he replied smoothly. So smoothly one would have actually believed that delivering heroin was legal. “Keep some reefer in you system and cash in yo’ pockets.”
“No thank you/thank you,” Billy and Byron replied at the same time. Leroy heard them both but he only spoke to Billy.
“What, you think you pimpin’ cuz you slangin’ a lil dick to some fat broad? You a hoe not a pimp!” he spat. The outburst caused Mandy to open her eyes to investigate. A beautiful smile spread on her face followed by stinging laughter.
Billy wasn’t sure if he should reach across the table and tackled his big mouth friend or run out the joint in tears. He couldn’t decide so he sat there and took more abuse. A spark of hatred developed in his heart, but he was smart enough to know he was in no position to act now. Instead he would let it sit there and fester until he killed one of them.
“I’m tryna put
you on, but if you wanna be a hoe I got plenty of old broads that’ll pay for dick. Men too! You like ass boy?”
“No!” Billy pouted and swatted away a tear. Mandy’s laughter burned a whole in his soul as it cackled in his ear. “We’ll do it!”
“That’s more like it,” Leroy smiled and clapped his diamond laden hands. He’d won, but the love-struck look he aimed at Mandy needed to be addressed. He reached down and pulled his pimp stick from his pimp pants and said, “Huh, Bitch!”
Mandy accepted that he was talking to her being that she was the only bitch at the table and turned to reply. The exposed dick didn’t need explaining, so she leaned over and swallowed the tip. Byron giggled as her head went up and down under the table.
“Now, y’all take this to Man-Man over on 4th Street. Don’t open it or fuck with it!” Leroy warned as he placed a small envelope on the table. Byron reached for it but Leroy stopped him. “Nuh uh, him!”
Billy looked Leroy in the eye for the first time as he picked up the package. He held his gaze in an attempt to ignore the bobbing head on his lap. The slurping sounds however could not be ignored.
“Come on back and… hol’ up,” the pimp said frowning up. He made a big show of busting a nut in the girl’s mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and tossed his own from side to side. “Damn, it mane!”
“See you in a few,” Billy said having seen enough. He stood and turned from the table. Byron had to run to catch him at the door.
“Stop being rude mane! You gon’ fuck this up for us!” Byron warned once they were out on the sidewalk.
“If anybody fuck anything up it’s gon’ be you and your big ass mouth!” Billy spat angrily. Part of that anger came from Byron and his big mouth, but part of it also came from Leroy.
“What you talkin’ ‘bout? I don’t be saying nothin’ ‘bout nothin’!” Byron vowed. “On my mama!
“So, you ain’t tell Shawna she let me fuck?” he demanded.
