by AP Jermaine
“Somebody roll another blunt,” I said as I flipped down on the couch and took another swig of Remy. The burn from the dark liquid warmed my loins. Tamia sat down beside me and handed me the remote.
“I love you Banks.” I heard the words but couldn’t believe this chic had just said them
“Say what!” I looked over at her like she was crazy. “You don’t even know me.”
“So. Haven’t you heard of love at first sight.” She smiled and stared up at me with adoration as she scooted over as close as she could to me and ran her hand across my chest.” Damn, this broad is crazy.” I thought to myself. Fucking around with Shell, I’d already missed stupid money last night and now the sun was coming up. I was high and drunk as fuck, and didn’t have time for no crazy ass talk from a jumpoff! I just wanted to fuck! I looked over at Shell, who had Bonita’s skirt hiked up over her waist and was three fingers deep in her pussy with one hand, and had her sucking on the fingers of his other. Bonita, unknowingly to Shell, stared me dead in the eyes as she sucked on Shell’s fingers. The pullout bed in the living room was theirs. I smacked Tamia on the ass and pointed to the bedroom. She was inside the room, naked, and in the bed faster than a cat can lick his ass. And that’s fast! I wasted no time stripping down, sliding on a Bareback condom and getting up in them guts. The pussy was kinda tight, which was an unexpected surprise, and with the way The Barebacks made it feel like you were still going raw, my first nutt came pretty quick considering I was drunk as a skunk. I spun her around, and put her on all fours for round two; and I knew she was in for a porn style pounding this time. The pussy was good I must admit, but the crazy part was how the whole time I was fucking her, she kept screaming about how much she loved me! “I love you Banks! Oh god, I love you! Oh god, I love you Teddy!” I thought to myself, “Yeah this chic is psycho.” But yet and still, all my real niggas know, it’s the crazy ones that always got the best pussy. The Untold Truth.
After my third nutt, I fell over and went out; with Tamia laying on my chest telling me how much she loved me. The last thought I had before I went out was, “Damn I gotta quit fucking these broads so good.” Early the next morning, the feeling of a warm tongue on my balls awakened me. The unmistakable pulling and sucking of a seasoned dick sucker caused me to grunt because of the “piss hard” that I had. Aint nothing like some wake up head, so I leaned up to tell Tamia to let me go piss first, and was shocked like a motherfucker when I looked down and saw Bonita leaning across me, staring me in the eyes sucking for dear life! She paused just long enough to put her finger to her lip as a signal for me to be quiet. What the hell did she think I was gonna say? “Hey Bonita, girl stop sucking my dick!” Yeah right. Don’t think so. Tamia was still knocked out with her face nestled into the side of my neck. Bonita was a head master! She sucked me off so hard and fast she should have won a fuckin award! She milked my dick from the base of the shaft to the crown of the head. After licking away the last drop of cum that came off the tip, she smiled, kissed me on the stomach and tiptoed back out the room. Goddamn what a wake up! I still had to piss as I rolled Tamia off of me and sat up on the edge of the bed looking at the clock on the nightstand. It was fifteen after twelve. Shit! I quickly got up, waking Tamia as I did. “What’s wrong baby?” she asked sleepily.
“Nothing. It’s time to check out.” Even though checkout time wasn’t until one, I’d missed all the money I was gonna miss on this lil adventure. It was time to get back to the trap. I’d only planned on dozing off for a couple hours and being outta there by nine. I checked my phone and I had thirteen missed calls. Six of them were from Monique. I was on my way home anyway after I dropped everybody off, so I’d see what she wanted when I got there. After gathering everybody, we scrambled our shit together and headed out. As soon as we hit the parking lot though, my day was already starting off fucked up. My car was sitting on goddamn cinder blocks! Some bitch ass motherfucker had got me for my rims!
“Oh shit! Banks! What happened to your car!” Bonita asked dumbfounded.
“Bitch don’t ask me no dumb ass questions! You see what the fuck happened!”
“Damn bru, this shit crazy,” Shell commented as we walked to the car.
“Yeah, I know. Fuckin with you I done got my fuckin rims stolen.!”
“Come on bru, don’t put that on me.”
“I’m sorry Banks.” Tamia apologized like it was her fault as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Fuck it. It is what it is. I slipped and somebody caught me. It’s my fault,” I said removing Tamia’s arms from around my waist and calling Monique.
“Hello?”
“Monique, I need you to come out to the Embassy Suites on Highway 54/55. Some punk motherfuckers stole my rims, so after I call a tow truck I’m gonna need a ride.”
“I called you last night, you didn’t get my message?”
“Hell no. I got em this morning, when I got up. Why what wrong?”
“Nothing Banks, just checking to make sure was alright because I hadn’t seen you in a couple days.”
“I’m always alright. Now get yo ass down here ASAP!”
“I’m on my way.”
Monique and the tow truck pulled up at about the same time. While I was talking to the tow truck driver, I told Bonita and Tamia to go get in the car with Monique. As I was paying the tow truck driver to drop my whip off at the rim shop, the shrieking voices of females arguing, drew my attention away. Monique was standing outside the car, as she and Bonita screamed at each other like they were two seconds away from locking assess! Tamia stood off to the side looking shook, and Shell just laughed his ass off.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! What the fuck is yall’s problem? Ya’ll trying to get the fuckin police out here? Yelling like ya’ll stupid! This ain’t the fuckin projects!”
“This simple bitch won’t let us in the car Banks!” Bonita yelled.
“I got yo bitch, bitch! And like I said, you aint getting yo fishy ass in my car trick!”
Monique was buggin! I’d never heard her talk like that for one thing, and secondly, I didn’t know what the fuck her problem was! “Monique what the hell is wrong with you? I told them to come get in the car. Why you trippin?”
“I aint trippin Banks! But I aint taking these hood rats nowhere! You want them to ride, you take em! I’ll walk!” Monique threw the keys at me and struck out walking.
“Yeah that’s right bitch! You better leave! I was just about to whoop your dumb ass!”
Shit! What the hell did Bonita say that for? Monique whipped around with the speed of a cheetah, and launched into Bonita’s ass so fast it took everybody by surprise! Before we could stop her, she had both of her hands dug down into Bonita’s short hair, and was banging her head against the side of my car! I was so stunned that only the sound of Tamia’s screams brought me outta my trance! “Monique stop! Let her go!” I yelled as I grabbed her and wrenched her hands free of Bonita’s hair. Bonita fell to the ground in a moaning heap, leaving herself wide open as Monique drew her leg, back and kicked Bonita square in the face! Quickly I snatched Monique away!
“Let me go! That bitch wanna get fly! Let me go Banks!” Monique kicked and squirmed.
I looked over my shoulder and Bonita’s face was a bloody mess, although I couldn’t tell exactly where the blood was coming from. Glancing around, I saw that the action had attracted quite a crowd, of mostly caucasians; so I knew that the cops were undoubtedly on their way.
“Shell, get Bonita up, and put her and Tamia in the car! Get them outta here, I’ll take Monique with me!” Grabbing her forcefully by the arm, I half walked, half drug Monique over to the tow truck where the driver was standing with his mouth wide open in awe. He was a fat whit man with a dirty beard. His overalls and everything else about him screamed dirty redneck. Except for his tow truck which was spit shine spotless. “Okay mister. How much you charging to tow the car to the address?” He had a look on his face like I was about to rob him instead of pay him.
“Well… My normal
fee is seventy - five…”
“Ok. I’ll give you two hundred if you let me and her ride.” His eyes lit up and the fear left them as I pushed the two one hundred dollar bills into his dirty hand.
“Shit! Get in!” Dirty beard smiled a rotten toothed grin as he slid in behind the wheel. I could already hear sirens in the distance approaching fast. Shell had already pulled off with Bonita and Tamia, so I opened the passenger door of the tow truck, threw Monique in and slid in behind her as we shot off like three robbers in a getaway car.
By the time we made it back to my crib, I was pissed the fuck off and confused. Monique went straight into the bathroom and closed the door. I hoped she didn’t think she was getting off that easy! Because if so, she was crazier than she was acting! Thirty minutes later she still hadn’t come out and I was tired of the bullshit. “Monique, come out here and let me holla at you. I yelled through the door. Slowly the door cracked just enough for her to stick her head out, although she still wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“What’s up Banks?” Monique sounded like a child who knew they’d fucked up as she continued to stare at the floor.
“Come on out her sis. Tell me what’s wrong. I think I know you a lil bit and you don’t never act like that, so tell me what’s wrong. Somebody been bothering you?”
“You know Teddy, you the smartest nigga I ever met, but sometimes you act so stupid.”
“You better watch yo damn mouth! If you weren’t like my lil sister I’d throw yo ass outta here!” Monique stepped out of the bathroom, stood in front of me, and for the first time, I could see that she was crying.
“That’s just it Teddy.” Monique paused and looked into my eyes with sadness and admiration. “I don’t wanna be your lil sister.” She took a step closer and our lips almost touched, as a single tear ran from her right eye, straight down off her wet cheek. “I’m ashamed Banks.”
“Ashamed? Monique what the hell is you talking about? Ashamed of what?”
“Ashamed that I’ve wanted you since the first time we met. I didn’t even know you and I was jealous because I knew you was messing with Keisha.” My mind flashed back to the day I caught Monique watching me while I had Keisha bent over standing up in her pussy. “I’m in love with you Banks. I know I shouldn’t be but tell that to my heart. I tried so hard to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself, but today I just lost it. I’m sorry. I know you doing what you do out there in them streets, and I know you got a lot of girls, but I don’t care. I want you to see me as a woman too. Not like your sister. As a woman. Please Banks. Just once, treat me like a woman.” Her voice was husky and needing as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. Her lips were soft and warm, the tears from her face dampening my cheek. I started to pull back, but then said fuck it.
“So this is how it’s gonna be huh?” I asked. Her only response was to reach for my belt and unbuckle my pants. My Moschino jeans fell to the floor and so did Monique on her knees. Quickly I pulled her back to her feet, remembering that I had yet to bathe since last night’s fuck fest. Noticing the fear and desperation in her eyes, I quickly put her mind at ease as I proceeded to undress her. Slowly. Meticulously. My eyes drank in every curve of her Mahogany colored body as I led her to the shower, stripped down and pulled her in with me. We were in the middle
of the cascading warm water raining down our bodies, when I turned Monique around, bent her over the side of the tub and licked her pussy slowly from behind.
“AAAAAAGH!” Her loud whimper only served to heighten my excitement, as I plunged my tongue into her sweet tasting canal as far as it would go, gently squeezing her ripe breasts from underneath. She almost lost her footing, the instant my tongue snaked across her clit. “Oh sh…! Teddy pleaaase!” Her warm thick pussy juice tasted like ginger. Kinda like cinnamon only sweeter. I sucked her stiff clit into my mouth, and she came with a glass shattering howl! “Ehhhhhhhh!” Her legs wouldn’t stop trembling and her breathing became ragged, convincing me that I’d done my job well. Her flexibility surprised me, as she spun around and threw her leg over my shoulder, her soaking wet kitty excepting my wood with a slurp and a breathtaking gasp from her. “Ahhhh! Oh god! Its biiiigggg!” she screamed out as I held no punches. I stroked long, hard, and fast, sending her quickly into another orgasmic frenzy! She shook, yelled, and trembled, as her pent - up sex spilled out of her onto my thighs and feet. Like a true cocksman, I skillfully worked her middle until I felt my own nutt come rumbling through my thighs, up outta the head of my dick and deep inside of her! A condom had been the last thing on my mind. By the time we made it into the bedroom, we were already on round three. We fucked, and sucked, then fucked even harder. She had the sweetest pussy I’d ever smashed. I didn’t leave the house for four days. And in that time, Monique told me her story. From the beginning, until the time she became my roommate. On that day, our bond grew tighter. I already knew that she’d make any real nigga a good wifey. Surprisingly enough, I’d just never looked at her in that way. Not much anyway. She cooked, she cleaned, she could whip and weigh work, and she was a mahogany baby doll. If a nigga won’t strong and up on his shit, she could easily run his ass crazy. I could see how she might have had the nigga Big Joe all fucked up in the head. So yeah, on that day, she wouldn’t take no for an answer; I treated her like a woman, and she became my bottom bitch.
Chapter 24 “Playa Hater$”
Months passed. My money and reputation grew steadily. I couldn’t be sure if the police had gotten a whiff of me yet, but by me knowing just how jealous niggas are, not to mention the rat ass niggas that would snitch out their own mamas to keep from having to do 30 days, let alone a real bid, I figured they just may have. Shell had a straight up dope habit. He’d started juxing niggas on the regular. It seemed like every few days, same broad or some nigga would see me and be like “Yo! Shell robbed such and such from the South Side!” or “Damn, Shell robbed everybody on the block in Liberty Street last night!” The shit was coming to be expected. He never told me about any of his…. “capers,” but he would always show up and just throw me jewelry, work, etc; even though he knew my paper was straight, and that I knew he was robbing niggas for the shit. The way I saw it, better for me to take the shit, before he tricked the shit off or sniffed it up his damn nose. Although I’d stopped hustling on the block, I was still in the projects a lot. Monique played her position like a true gangsta bitch. She knew I was still fucking lots of chics. The shit came with the job. I never disrespected her and that was all she needed to know. She was happy with that. She was my wifey, and she knew all other broads came after that. It was what it was, she could take it or leave it. She chose to take it. But as all my real niggas know, nothing ever stays sweet for long. There’s always a calm before the storm, and in my case, the storm came outta nowhere.
It was Friday night and I was putting in a lil quality time with Monique before I went out to the club later. Hood was doing thirty days in jail for probation violation, and Keisha had begged me to come and spend the night. I promised her I would, but only if I could fuck her on the back porch. Just for the freakiness of it. Quickly she replied “Okay.” I’d planned on eating Monique out extra good, and fucking her to sleep before I stepped out. It was about eight o’clock when Monique and I pulled up to the packed parking lot of the Angus Barn. “Damn baby it’s a lot of people here. You wanna go somewhere else?” Monique asked, even though she’d just told me earlier that she wanted to go to Angus Barn because she’d never eaten there.
“No. You said you wanted to eat here, so this is where we’re going.” I told her as we continued around to the back, where we finally located a parking space. We checked ourselves in the mirror, got out and started across the huge parking lot, walking arm in arm. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a black Lincoln Navigator came to a screeching halt in front of us, just inches from running us over! Out of the Navigator, jumped two niggas with ratchets in their hands. One of them was a short dumpy looking cat with dreadlocks, and the other was the f
attest, blackest, ugliest motherfucker that I’d ever seen. I reached to my waistband and immediately thought of how I’d just got caught slippin. I’d left my gun in the car.
“Well, well, well. So, this is the infamous Teddy Banks. Don’t look like much to me.” The fat nigga grinned, as he walked toward me with his pistol aimed at my head.
“Joe please don’t! …. “SMACK”! Fat man backhanded Monique to the ground!
“Motherfucker!” Off instinct, I jumped to try and get at fat man, and immediately saw a bright flash of light, as I was hit in the back of the head with the butt of dumpy dreadlocks pistol! Warm blood ran down the back of my neck as I landed on the ground hard beside Monique. Instinctively I struggled to rise, only to have short dread press his foot to the back of my neck, and his gun to the back of my head. Furiously I watched while fat man snatched Monique up by the back of her neck, blood dripping from her nose like heavy rain drops! I was boiling inside and couldn’t do shit! Only a foolish motherfucker would try to fight a nigga with a gun empty handed. And in this case, two guns! With gritting teeth, Fat man snatched Monique to him like a rag doll, lifting her off her feet holding her up to his eye level with one hand, as she choked and kicked with her eyes bulging unnaturally!
“I see you done forgot who the fuck I am black bitch.” Fat man breathed into Monique’s face, before finally flinging her against a white Ford Contour, leaving her gasping greedily for some much - needed oxygen! Grabbing Monique by her hair, fat man half walked, half drug her over, and stood on top of me while short dreadlock pushed his gun tighter against my skull. “You know what Banks? I don’t really give a fuck about this tar baby right here. She’ll always be my slut. I taught her everything she knows. All that shit you enjoying, I taught this bitch that shit. My slut.” As he spoke, he snaked his hand slowly up Monique’s skirt, while Monique screamed uselessly, reaching down to try and stop fat man’s progress, only to have fat man smack her three times back to back so hard, it almost rendered her unconscious as her legs went limp! “Now, as I was saying. Big Joe could care less about a bitch. Even wit niggas saying you took her from me and all that dumb shit, when in reality, I used the bitch up and threw you the leftover scraps when I was finished.” Big Joe? Suddenly, as the fact of who fat man actual was came to the light, my eyes boiled red with rage! I was beyond furious! The entire time he talked to me, he kept his hand digging around underneath Monique’s skirt! When he finally removed his hand, he examined it, then licked his fingers while staring down at me smiling. I wanted to kill this nigga! But I knew if I made a move, it would probably prove fatal for Monique and me. “Go ahead. Try it.” Big Joe mocked me. Monique who had slowly regained her legs, stared at me with tears running down her face, mixed with the blood that ran from her nose and mouth. She knew what I was thinking, but the terrified look in her eyes begged me not to. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. The bitch aint worth it. Trust me, I know.” Big Joe grinned and pushed Monique down on the ground beside me. “But on some real shit Banks, this shit aint even about me and you. Or that trick you sporting around wit you for that matter. Nah, this shit right here is about your bitch ass homeboy Shell. That ho ass nigga robbed me last night, and now he gotta die! So, tell me where I can find him and I won’t kill you and your tramp.”
