by Sa'id Salaam
“What you trying to say?” Billy asked and stepped to the man. Things would’ve come to blows if Mrs. Paul hadn’t stepped in.
“Both of you calm down!” she insisted. The two were about to blow her high with all their bickering.
“Oh, I’ll calm down once he gets out my house!” Pastor boomed.
“You brought me here, so you gon’ take me back home!” came Billy’s reply.
“Shit! I’ll take you home. Go on outside and wait for me. Hear?” First Lady said pointing towards the door. Billy and Pastor locked eyes as Billy backed away towards the door.
“I’ma fix that lil’ nigga! I’ma learn him today!” Pastor vowed.
“Just calm down Pastor. I’ll have a talk with him,” his wife offered. However, it fell on deaf ears because Pastor wasn’t trying to hear it. Billy had bit the hand that fed him and was now about to get bit back.
****
“Pastor got needs,” Mrs. Paul said, finally breaking the silence as they rode. “He’s a proud man, give him a couple of days.”
“Mm hm,” Billy grunted. His hubris convinced him that the man would come around begging him to come back. Have him tell it, Pastor needed him, not the other way around. Mrs. Paul just shook her head. She knew her husband was a punk, but he wasn’t a punk.
“Where we going?” Billy frowned as he saw his street in passing.
“Pastor’s wife got needs too,” she replied. Mrs. Paul was high as a kite and horny and had decided that she was not letting this opportunity pass her by.
“So do I and they cost money,” he shot back arrogantly and got laughed at.
“Boy, stop!” she cackled and cracked up. “Don’t confuse me for one of those broads you sexing for money. Shit, as good as my pussy is, you should be paying me!”
The chastisement put him in his place and shut his mouth. Mrs. Paul drove into the park and parked on the far side away from everyone. She then got out of the front seat and got back in the back. Billy watched her hike her skirt over her hips and pull her panties off. Her bushy vagina was already glistening wet in anticipation.
“Come on back here boy!” she ordered while making little circles on her clit. One leg went over the seat while the other one went near the back window.
Billy finally got out and got in the back. He was already rock hard when he pulled his pants down but still watched the show. She began to shake and buck as her climax drew near.
“Go on and cum for me,” he said in a voice that got deeper by the day.
“O–o–o–okay,” she shouted as she did just that. “Okay, now boy don’t play in it. I want you to fuck the shit outta me!”
“I plan to,” he replied and plunged inside of her savagely.
“Grrrr… grrrr” she growled feeling him at the bottom of her box.
“Shit!” Billy shouted seeing she wasn’t just talking shit about how good her pussy was. His mind flashed to the cash in his pocket ready to part with a little of it.
The car practically came off the ground as it bounced like an L.A low rider as the two went at it. Billy tried to punish the woman for the sins of her husband, but she kept having multiple orgasms. A few spectators had gathered around and were trying to peek through the fogged up windows. Having an audience only made Billy want to go harder.
“Shit!” he shouted again when he couldn’t hold out another second. He quickly snatched himself out of her hot bubbly snatch and scrambled up to her face.
“Aaaaah!” Mrs. Paul moaned opening her mouth and making a target for him to skeet into. Billy milked himself dry, pulled up his pants, and then got out of the car while Mrs. Paul used her panties to clean the semen from her face, pulled her skirt down, and then got out to a bunch of smiling faces. Upon stepping out the car she tossed her panties to the pavement and got back behind the wheel. The ride to Billy’s house was made in complete silence, after all, what was left to be said.
****
“What now?” Billy asked aloud when he saw two police cars in front of his house. He hoped nothing was wrong with his mother then saw her come out raising hell.
“Uh oh,” Mrs. Paul muttered to herself knowingly. She knew her husband well enough to know this was some of his shit.
“Boy, you told me he gave you all that stuff!” Lady shouted at her son as he approached her. One of the police held up watches, bracelets, and rings to answer the question on Billy’s face.
“He did!” Billy swore and turned back to Mrs. Paul for confirmation. Turned just in time to see her pull from the curb and drive down the block. Not only was she not going to contradict her husband, but her purse was full of weed. “I swear fo’ G—”
Lady slapped the ‘od’ back down his throat as another cop came and put handcuffs on him. A third cop came out of the house with all of his new clothes and shoes, since Pastor had claimed that he’d stolen those too.
When you bite the hand that feeds you sometimes it bites you back, and other times it slaps the shit out of you.
Chapter 20
Billy knew he was in trouble when he went to court. It was the first day of his trial and he was just finally meeting his public defender. The five hundred pound white man had his greasy hair pulled into a dirty looking ponytail. His suit had an eclectic design on it from a variety of food and beverage stains going back since the last time it was cleaned. If the man didn’t care about himself he certainly couldn’t and wouldn’t give a fuck about his client.
Both the attorney and the judge read the complaint lodged against Billy by Pastor Paul. The wrinkled old man up on the bench peered over his glasses with a look of displeasure upon his face from what he was reading. Billy’s lawyer also set shaking his head in distain. Neither were good signs.
“So you stole from the preacher, huh? The person who was tryna help you,” the judge said in disgust. Lady shook her head in shame when the words hit her ears.
“Sir I…” Billy began but was quickly hushed by his so-called lawyer. The man sucked some dried coffee from his mustache before he finally spoke up.
“Yo Honor, my client would like to plead guilty and throw himself on the mercy of the court,” he decided all on his own.
“I would?” Billy asked surprised by the decision he didn’t make.
“Well, in that case, I sentence you to… forty years in the state penitentiary,” the judge said. He had been getting rid of niggers forty years at a time for the last forty years. He added forty more years to the tally etched into his desk.
“Yo Honor, Sir, that’s more than fair ‘cept it’s mo’ than the law allows. This boy here is a minor,” Billy’s lawyer said in his defense.
“A minor! He shol’ is a biggin’!” the judged judged as if at a slave auction. “Damn it, I can only send him away until he turns eighteen. I’ll get my forty years next time you come in front of me.”
“Say thank ya, boy!” his public defender demanded.
“Fo’ what?” Billy wanted to know. He was quickly shackled at his ankles and wrists for the shuffle back to the jail.
“My baby,” Lady muttered heartbroken. It’d just dawned on her that she would now be alone. Lady could not function alone.
Leroy twisted his lips as if to say ‘ain’t this some shit’. He was right too because it was some shit; it was some bullshit to be specific. However, he couldn’t help but to shoot the boy an ‘I told you so’ look as he passed. The pimp now had two years to ensure that the boy had nothing and no one else to turn to but him.
****
“Is that her?” Leroy asked when Shawna emerged from her house. With her dick supply cut off she was once again on her way to The Rib Shack to get her eat on.
“Shol’ is!” Byron acknowledged from the passenger seat of the pimp’s car. He missed his partner already but was delighted to be riding shot gun in the pimp’s pimp mobile. It had a diamond in the back, a sunroof top, so he gangsta leaned.
“Watch how a pimp, pimps,” the pimp said as he pulled up on the chubby girl. “Hey pret
ty lady!”
Shawna looked around to see who he was talking to but saw no one. She was actually pretty but had never heard if from a man before. Billy had once blurted that she had some good pussy, but that was as close as it got.
“Yeah you. What yo’ name is? Where ya headed?”
“Shawna,” Shawna replied and then giggled into her hands. “I was finna go get somethin’ to eat.”
“Hop in, I’ll feed you,” Leroy demanded. Shawna climbed into the back of the car and the pimp took her home.
The only thing Leroy gave her to eat was dick, and plenty of it. He put the dick to her every which way but loose. Billy had one stroke, hard and long, but the mature man hit her in a variety of positions, speeds, and angles. She came so many times that she’d lost count. Once she finally stopped shaking and shivering from the last orgasm she reached for her purse.
“This all I have on me,” she said apologetically as she attempted to hand him the money. Surely she had gotten more than twenty bucks worth of fucking.
“Baby, keep yo’ money! Men ‘posed to pay to get some of this sweet ass,” the pimp spit.
“Fo’ real?” she shot back. The concept of getting paid to feel good intrigued the hell out of the young naïve girl. Hell it beat the hell out of the assembly line she stood at for eight hours a day.
“Hell yeah! Matter of fact…” Leroy said as he hopped out the bed and left the room. Shawna locked her eyes on the pimp’s swinging dick and got hypnotized. He came back in with a small tin containing a beige powder. “Here, since I ain’t got no cash.”
“How I do it?” she asked, instead of saying hell no and running for her life.
Leroy showed her how to use her pinky nail as a scoop and to snort some heroin up into each nostril. Shawna got so high so fast that even she knew that she was hooked. After Leroy put the dick to her once more she was a good girl gone bad. She ended up parting with that twenty anyway. She used it to buy some of the powder that made her feel so good.
“Who next?” Leroy asked after he dropped Shawna back off at home.
“Um… Bernice, Shonda, Shonda’s mama, um…” Byron said, naming off all the women that he knew who paid to get laid by Billy.
Leroy put the car back into gear and set out to get them all. Pimp or die.
Chapter 21
“State yo’ name, city you from, and the crime that got you sent here!” the reform school guard shouted an inch from Billy’s face.
The redneck guard had deep wrinkles in his tanned skin making it look like a piece of leather. He was so close that he spewed tobacco juice along with pieces of the hog maws he’d eaten for lunch. Billy let out a deep sigh trying to keep his composure.
If being sent to reform school for two years for a crime he didn’t commit wasn’t bad enough the ride up to the mountains pushed it over the top. The small country town only had one stop sign in it and it actually said ‘whoa’.
“William Cash. Memphis and I ain’t did nothing!” Billy snapped through clenched teeth. The guard gave pause to his attitude before moving on to the other two juveniles that had come in with him from the Memphis jail.
“Name, city, and crime!” the cop demanded down the line. Once all the introductions were made the boys were shown the gun line. “You know why we call it the gun line? Cuz if you cross it we gon’ gun yo’ black ass down!”
Next came the next stage of degradation. The three guards plopped down in their chairs, cracked cold beers, and ordered the boys to strip. They had no strip clubs, so this would have to do.
“Must be half Chinese,” the first cop joked when the first boy dropped his trousers.
“This one is only half black.” The next cop joked upon seeing the next boy’s dick.
“Dayum!” they all shouted when Billy came out of his clothes.
“Let me see that thing!” one said rushing over for a closer look. Billy flinched when he leaned in and cocked his head sideways. “He had to fuck his mama when he came out her black box!”
“Is that right boy? You fucked yo’ mama?” another joked.
“No, but I fucked yo’ mama! Right in her fat ass!” Billy snapped. The two other boys took a side step away from his so that they wouldn’t catch what he was about to catch.
Not only did the redneck guards at the reform school get a kick out of ribbing the boys they also got a real kick out of kicking the boys in their ribs, asses, and heads. Some of the boys lived, some died. Some even got dragged across the gun line and shot dead.
“What did that nigga just say, Bubba?” the cop standing next to him asked.
“I believe he said he put that thang up in Aunt Betty!” he replied.
“That’s what I thought he said,” he said raising his stick.
“Just hol’ up one second, Jethro! We don’t need them folks from the state down here again!” Bubba protested. They had just been investigated for a death barely a week ago. Of course they had gotten cleared, but they didn’t need them back so soon.
“You right, you right!” he nodded lowering the stick. “A yellow wicked smile spread across his face as an idea popped into his mind. “This here boy said he was from Nashville didn’t he Bubba?”
“No, he said Mem— Oh yeah, I sure believe he did. Guess we best put him in the Nashville dorm then,” the cop laughed. Billy frowned curiously trying to figure out the punch line that cracked the crackers up. He was about to find out real soon.
See, somewhere along the line black people had gotten life fucked up. They’d started believing that black lives only mattered if you wore the same color or are from the same hood — if you weren’t or didn’t then you were dead. Because of this the dorms had to be segregated and separated by city. Nashville had a dorm as did Chattanooga, Memphis, and every other city. Anytime the guards wanted to punish a boy they tossed him in the wrong dorm.
****
“Y’all boys smoking good, I see!” Bubba barked as he stepped into the Nashville dorm. No one was worried since he was the one who supplied the reefer, wine, and whatever else the boys could afford.
All eyes shot to Billy and looked him up and down as he entered the dorm. Faces frowned when no one could claim him. The boys looked at each trying to see if anyone knew him, but no one did.
“Alright, y’all boys have fun,” the cop laughed as he closed the door behind himself. They didn’t lock it since they had the gun line.
“Where you from nigga?” Hambone demanded. The super-sized black boy ran the Nashville dorm and called the shots.
“Memphis!” Billy said loud and proud and got his ass whooped. He was punched and kicked until he was lumped up, bloody, bruised, and sound asleep.
“I should fuck him!” Hambone announced. That, of course, woke Billy up and he fought for the life of his butthole.
“It ain’t going down like that!” Pickle from Memphis shouted as he and the rest of the Memphis boys stormed in. There was a brief standoff as they debated on going to war or not.
“Man… y’all take this lil’ bitch back to Memphis,” Hambone said to the relief of most.
A large boy from Memphis picked Billy up and put him over his shoulder. Billy was snoring lightly from the beating when they made it back to the dorm.
“Guess he gotta go in the boom-boom room with Camille,” he said, seeing that the other new boys had already taken all the other open rooms.
“Long as he respect the line he’ll be a’right,” Pickle said.
“Oh my!” Camille shrieked when they barged in on a blow job.
“Un uh, come on,” the boy said as he guided Camille’s head back into position to finish giving him head. Camille complied, finished him off, and then sent him away for a nap. She then went over and frowned down at the sleeping stranger and realized that she knew him. She was still staring down at him when he awoke. Billy grimaced from the bumps and bruises from getting his ass kicked. He looked up at the girl standing over him and strained to recall where he knew her from. The long hair and lipstick
slowed up the identification, but it finally dawned on him.
“Earl! What you doing here?”
Chapter 22
“Who’s next?” Leroy asked when he finished with Bernice. He had already ran through Shawna, Shonda, and Shonda’s mama. He had them hooked on both the dick and dope, pushing Billy far, far from their minds.
“That’s all I know of,” Byron shrugged. His not knowing about the waitress and a couple others saved them from the misery that Leroy had to offer.
“Nah, there is one mo’ I gotta get!” Leroy nodded in agreement with his sinister plot. When Billy came home he wouldn’t have anyone to turn to but him. Not even his closest friend Byron.
Byron watched the pimp carefully as he unfolded a tin of heroin. He scooped a little into his pinky nail and turned to Byron. Byron quickly averted his eyes as he always did which allowed the pimp to dump the powder back into the tin. Byron turned back around in time to see Leroy snort nothing but air up each nostril.
“You wanna hit this boy? You ready to be a man, yet?” the pimp dared. Leroy took the liberty of scooping some more out with his nail, knowing that the impressionable youth wouldn’t be able to say no — he would’ve said no had Billy been around, but he wasn’t so…
“No, yes, I mean I…” Byron stuttered. Leroy made up his mind for him by sticking his pinky under one of his nostrils.
“Sniff!” the pimp ordered and the teen sniffed.
“Ugh!” the teen reeled as the bitter powder entered into his life. There wasn’t much time to think before Leroy pushed his full pinky nail under his other nostril.
“’Bout to drop you off. I gots some pimpin’ to do,” Leroy announced and put the Caddie in gear. Byron’s chin hit his chest as he went into a deep nod. It was the beginning of the end.
****
Billy found out real quick why his room was designated as the boom-boom room. Shortly after breakfast the boys began stopping by to spend a few minutes inside of Camille’s mouth. He was so exhausted from the trip and getting his ass whooped that he just laid in his bunk and tried to ignore the slurping, moans, and eventual grunts of satisfaction coming from the next bunk. He didn’t come from under his sheet until chow was called.
