by AP Jermaine
Once again Tika took a deep breath before speaking. “After you gave us the money and left, my mother was erratic. We talked and we cried. There was so much pain in the house. Too much for us to stay, so we left. I was so ashamed that I didn’t want you to look at me anymore. I was a girl with her heart broken Teddy, so I ran. We moved around some, and then my mama started getting high. Selling her body. It was all I could take. I wandered around here and there, then stripped a little at a small, bootleg strip club in Greensboro. That’s where I met Mishka. For some insane reason, this beautiful and intelligent business woman decided at four in the morning, to step into this dingy hole in the wall strip joint after a night out on the town, and too man Tequila Sunrises. She paid me for a dance. She said I should be modeling. She drove me to the Super 8 Motel where I was staying, and picked up my stuff. The rest is history. I’ve been modeling ever since.”
“So, what’s the deal with you and Ishmeel?” I tried to catch her off guard.
“Ishmeel and I are close. He’s helped me a lot. I was there for him at a time when he needed someone. No, we are not together, though we have been intimate in the past. Mishka introduced me to him. I’m only telling you this because I don’t want you to feel that I’ve kept anything from you.”
A sliver of jealousy passed through me as I thought of Ishmeel with this re-invented Tika. Her beauty was almost breathtaking. All the way down to her strawberry glossed lips. “So, what the fuck do you think is supposed to happen now? I ain’t seen you in six, seven years, and now you pop up outta nowhere and think what? Whether you know it or not, which I know you do, MY FIANCE WAS MURDERED! Somebodies gonna die besides her! They murdered my seed! I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING! Everything in this world has been taken from me! The shit you talking ain’t producing no results! No, you should never have been ashamed! Everything I did was to make sure you never had to hang your head down again! I can’t deal with you right now Tika. I got shit to do. You say you been watching me anyway, so get back at me homegirl!” My final words to her hung in the air as I opened the Audi door, stepped out and walked away….
Chapter 50 “Pipe Talk”
I hadn’t answered my phone in two weeks. My message box, I’d cleared out last night. Mom Dukes, Tamia, Keisha, Latifah, Sonya, Denise, Pam… Pam! I need to get at her A.S.A.P! In all, I’d deleted thirty - six messages. Thirty - five marked “Urgent.” I hadn’t heard from Shell. There was no funeral. Monique had long ago informed me that she didn’t want anybody standing over her, looking at her while she was dead. Always the bashful queen. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so mom dukes had it taken care of. Monique’s ashes now sat on her living room mantel. She says it’s her daughter and granddaughter. Mama was convinced that the baby was gonna be a girl. She never liked any of my previous girlfriends. Not much anyway. In her eyes, they were never good enough for her only child. She loved Monique though. That in itself spoke volumes. The four thousand dollars that they’d released to me once my charges got thrown, was almost depleted. The Residence Inn was two hundred and sixty - five dollars a night, but it did hold all the privacy I needed to be alone while I got my thoughts together and mourned. But now I’m tired of being cooped up. It’s time to get out in these streets and get some answers, because everybody knows, that the streets will always talk first…
“That’s right, suck that dick. Stop bullshittin and suck that mothefucker like you mean it.” I coached Pam as she sucked me off like it held the keys to her success. Pam was coal black with her own hair down to her ass. That came, from one part black ass mama, and one part Lumbee Indian. I’d met Pam one late night at Devine’s Bar & Grill downtown, while throwing back double shots of Grey Goose and watching my Duke Blue Devils pound out UNC up on the big screen. Her man she’d informed me was Zeke. A cat I knew to be a part time coke and weed dealer and full time barber. A barber shop is just like a beauty salon. Full of gossiping motherfuckers. If it’s being talked about in the streets, the barber shop knows. The sole reason I’d chosen Pam for tonight. I needed information. We’d agreed to meet up tonight at Vegas Night Life in Raleigh. I’d showed up extremely early, just to peep the scene. Now I was suspicious of everybody. The club was packed wall to wall, yet Pam had no problem finding me at the bar.
“Hey. What you drinkin?” She smiled as she sat down beside me.
“I got a fifth of Hennessy in the car and some “Loud” back at the room. You trying to get that pussy strectched outta shape tonight or what?”
“Damn! On the first date! You a bold nigga aint you?”
“Always. So, what you wanna do? You wanna get up outta her and go make a movie?”
Her laugh came from deep down as she seemed to be contemplating. “Okay. But I gotta be home by four. Where your room at?”
Now we’re here. Naked and going in. “Put some more of that dick in your mouth.”
“Umph….!” Pam gasped “It’s too big!” She spoke out out of breath. Obviously, she liked “too big,” because instantly my wood was back in her mouth. And then she went to work! She spat on the head of my dick as the slippery slurping of her mouth made me think of a hot wet pussy. Lifting my nutts she
nibbled on the line just underneath, before taking the tip of her tongue and flicking it across my sack like a whip!
“Aaagh!” I groaned out loud despite myself. She licked and sucked at both balls hungrily while pumping my shaft intensely! With a slight turn of her head, my dick was back in her mouth, as she went for her prize like a rock starved crack fiend! I was lying flat on the bed and she was on her knees with her face between my legs. Getting it! I hadn’t fucked in two weeks, so I know the load that I sprayed down her throat was thick and satisfying to a superfreak like her.
“Mmmm… What you been eating? That tasted like grape!” Pam purred as I rolled on a Magnum.
“Get up on this dick and quit all that talking.”
“Okay baby.” Pam threw her leg across my lap and prepared to ride me like a stallion.
“Ah, ah. Turn around, let me see what that ass look like reverse cowgirl. With only a smile, Pam spun around turning her back to me, sliding her dripping wet pussy down onto my thick wood, coating it with thick, white cream. I think she may have cum while she was sucking me off.
“Aaaaaah!” She cried out as she slid down fully onto my length. WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP! The sound of hard fucking echoed through the room, as Pam started bouncing her phat ass on my dick, slamming her ass cheeks into my thighs!
“Pop that ass! Pop that ass on this dick!” WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP!
“Ohhhhh!” Pam bellowed as I reached my hand around and squeezed her swollen clit. “Oh shit, you gotta big dick!” WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP! WOP! Pam’s pace quickened as she neared her peak! “Oh fuck, I’m about to cum!” She screamed so loud it startled me, just as she leaned over, grabbed my shins and slammed her pussy down over and over onto my steel rod! “Banks I’m cummmmmmmmin! Pam cried out the words as if actual tears would soon follow! Leaving her no time to contemplate her orgasmic explosion, I rolled her off of me onto her back. The weed and Henny kept my wood at rock solid attention. Pam was out of breath and glazy eyed as I reached out and squeezed one thick mahogany thigh before tossing it over my shoulder. My hands became unneeded as the length and stiffness of my pipe allowed me to slide effortlessly into her hot opening. “Uhhhh! Oh shit, Banks you gone make me fuck one of these bitches up out here!” Pam cried up to me from the stretching of her insides. Damn. Here this chic was talking about fucking some other broads up over me when she got a man and three kids at home! A classic case of, “dick drunk!” Leaning into her I grabbed her other leg and threw it over my other shoulder, braced my hands on each side of her and stood up in that pussy! “Oh Jesus!” Pam screamed and went ballistic when my dick hit rock bottom! No time for games now. Laying my full weight down on my arms, I stretched my legs all the way out and tried to pile drive my way through the bed! MOP! MOP! MOP! MOP! MOP! MOP! MOP! I struck hard and fast as t
he musky scent of good fucking quickly filled the room. “Oh fuck! Cum in my mouth!”
“What?” I looked down at her as I continued to pound!
“Cum in… my mouth… Pleaaassse!” Pussy juice was everywhere! On my thighs, my stomach, my dick hairs were soaked as I…… MOP! MOP! MOP! MOP! Pounded her into submission! Just as I started to cum I pulled out of her juice soaked pussy, snatched the Magnum off my dick and crawled up to her face, watching thick ropes of cum splash across her nose and left eye, before quickly she grabbed hold of my spurting pipe and slapped it into her open and awaiting mouth! “Mmmmf! Mmmf!” Pam moaned and twisted underneath me like a school girl who had to pee, drinking down all that was left of my seed. This time I knew she was cumming, as she shivered and shook under me. A cum junky! Nothing gets her off more than a strong, hot load of cum, sprayed down her throat from a big dick. “Oh! Oh fuck!” She gasped trying to catch her breath, not even bothering with my still semi-erect penis that now rested on her lips. Hmmm…. I might have to keep this freak. “Whew! Damn boy! Where you been all my life! Them bitches won’t lying about you, damn!”
“Oh yeah? What they say?” I rolled over and lay down beside her on the bed.
“Boy please! I been trying to get some of this dick since high school!”
“You knew me in high school?”
“No boy, it’s just a figure of speech. But I have been knowing who you were for a good minute now. You know how the girls is. They gone talk about some good dick.”
“I aim to please.”
“Boy stop. You know what you be doing. I can feel my coochie starting to get sore already! But that’s that good sore. Damn you were all up in my fuckin stomach! Damn that shit hurt so good!”
“Yeah, I try to make sure you get your money’s worth. I been going through some shit lately though. Family shit.”
“I heard about it.” Yes! This is what I’ve been waitin on! My mind jumped to attention.
“I’m sorry about your girl Banks. That was some grimey ass shit.”
“Who told you about it?” I didn’t ask her what she’d heard.
“I heard Zeke and them talking about it. Didn’t they lock that shiesty nigga Shell up for it?”
“What? Who said that?”
“I think that’s what Zeke said. That he got locked up or he had something to do with it or something.”
“But he said Shell’s name? You heard it?”
“Yeah. Him and Stevey said it. You didn’t know?”
“Yeah I heard something.” I lied “But I don’t think he did it.”
“Well they damn sho do! It’s like everybody saying it or something.”
Everybody was saying what? Ain’t nobody told me shit! My heart rate raced as anger and suspicion shot through me like lightening! Of all people, why would his name come up? Why his? None of the detectives had spoken to me about suspects! Suddenly I felt ashamed. Was I really that stupid? Was it that fuckin simple? One goddamn thing for sure, I was gonna find out! Why his name? Why his? Out of all the people in the world? For his sake and mine, I hope it’s just chicken heads gossiping. Damn. Am I my brother’s keeper?
To be continued…..
Chapter 51 “My Brother’s Keeper”
The young females frolicking through the small house, was enough to make any frat party an instant success. The music was loud and the weed smoke was thick. Making my way to the back, I found Shell in bed with two chics. One white, one black. The white girl although visibly her looks were just average, had the most beautiful set of natural tits that I’d ever seen. The black chick who was tar black with her clean shaved pussy on display for the world to see, wore a black silky weave that flowed down her back, and had a huge pair of “soup cooler” lips that looked tailor made for sucking dick. None of them seemed to have a care in the world about their nakedness.
“Banks! What’s up bru? Long time no hear from. You want some of this vanilla chocolate ice cream?” Shell grinned, squeezing one of those prize winning titties of the white chics. “I got that superpower for you my nigga.” Shell smirked, holding up a bag of what I knew was heroin, before using his pinky nail to scoop out and inhale two huge snorts.
“Nah dog I’m good. That’s yo thing.”
“Suit yourself homeboy. You don’t know what your’e missing.” Shell laughed as he used his pinky nail again to give each girl a hefty sniff.
“Trust me I know, and I ain’t interested. Yo, why haven’t I heard from you dog? I know you heard what happened?” I asked Shell wondering if that was guilt I saw on his face.
“Yeah I heard but I didn’t think to hit you up.” Shell looked away as he pushed the girls to the side and slid out of bed. “Ay yo, that white bitch got some smoking head! She a senior across the street at Central. Straight freak majoring in Criminal Justice.” Shell leaned in and whispered to me as if my previous question was unimportant.
“Man put yo fuckin pants on! I don’t wanna see yo naked ass!” This nigga was making that shit a habit! “I’m gonna go back up front. Come holla at me when you get dressed.” I turned and walked out without waiting for a response. A few short minutes later as I sat in the front room watching Flame, fingerfuck a short, slightly heavy young black girl, Shell emerged from the back in a wife beater and LRG sweats. A large chrome handgun was tucked snuggly into his waistband.
“What’s up bru? What you wanna talk about?” Shell leaned against the doorway. For some reason, his tone seemed a little heavy to me. Or was I trippin?
“Did you do it?” I tried to catch him off guard with my directness.
“Do what nigga? It’s too early in the morning for all these motherfuckin questions!”
“You know what the fuck I’m talking about nigga! Monique motherfucker! My money!” I shot to my feet!
“Slow down cowboy.” Shell let his hand rest on the butt of his gun. “Flame get these bitches outta here.” Shell ordered, as like an obedient servant, Flame jumped to his feet and started to rouse and round up the chics around the house. Rapidly they were hustled out the front door, half naked, drunk, and high, as Shell and I stared each other down. Once the last girl was out, Flame locked the door and
posted up like a guard in front of it. I knew the nigga was a straight bitch. A studio gangster to say the least. “Now, who the fuck, do you think you is nigga? Coming up in my crib accusing me of anything?”
“Nigga fuck that! The last time I saw you, you were supposedly headed to Charlotte! I tell you I’m headed out too, and just by coincidence I come back home to a dead girlfriend and an empty motherfuckin safe! That’s what you want me to believe? Nigga fuck that! I guess it’s also just a fuckin coincidence that I ain’t seen or heard from you since!”
“First of all, homeboy; you the one I should be asking the questions! You aint seen me because the word is that you had a ratchet charge and a parole violation that somehow mysteriously got dismissed! Niggas aint feeling that bru!”
“So, what the fuck you saying?”
“You know what the fuck I’m saying! I don’t know if I can trust you right now!”
“You bitch made ass nigga,” I snarled out. “Motherfucker I’m the realest nigga in these streets! If I go down, I go down! Nobody else! I’m a soldier nigga! I’ll die on my feet before I live on my knees! And motherfucker if I get conformation that you had something to do with this shit….”
“You what? What the fuck you gone do nigga?” Shell cut me off as he pulled the gun from his waistband and held it at his side. My body tensed. “Yeah that’s what the fuck I thought. Shit happens nigga. Get over it! You always call yourself looking down on me, but who the fuck, are you? Yo shit stink too nigga! All I tried to do, was help you nigga! And still you think you better than me! Well guess what? Fuck you, nigga! Now you see your shit stink too! Talking about you a soldier. You aint built for this shit nigga! You a schoolboy! You took credit for some shit I did and ran with it. Now I guess they see who the real gangster is. You aint bout this life. Go find
yourself another dumb ass broad, settle down and have some kids.”
“Put the gun down gangster and we can settle this like men.” It took everything I had in me to hold back the fury that begged to be unleashed. He had a gun in his hand though, and I didn’t. A mistake on my part. I shoulda came heavy. Just another rule to the game. You do not run up on a nigga with a gun in his hand. Ever.
“Homeboy, for you to bring some shit like this to me tells me one thing. You don’t give a fuck about me, so I don’t give a fuck about you.” Shell raised the gun from his side and pointed it at me. I didn’t run. I didn’t cower. My rage wouldn’t let me. If he killed me then fuck it. It would be over. But if he didn’t, this shit was just getting started. “I’m gonna tell you this one time. The next time you decide to come at me on some bullshit, meaning without proof, make sure you come strapped, or I’m gonna sing your punk ass a lullaby. You aint better than me. I run these streets, not yo punk ass! Now get up outta her before I forget I know your mama. Flame, open the door for this nigga. He decided not to stay.”
“So that’s how it is huh?”
“Yeah. Just like that. Now scram nigga.”
I smiled, simply nodded my head, and backed my way out the door.
Chapter 52 “Dogs and Cats”
I was so pissed the fuck off I ran every red light I came to! I had to find a gun! The one the police had found in my refrigerator and charged me with, was the only one I’d owned. I was trying to move away from that life! That motherfucker is dead! It’s either him or me! Goddammit! My motherfuckin brother’s keeper! Just as I was about to run another red light, my car, the 1984 Plymouth Reliant, sputtered and cut the fuck off. The service engine light beamed red. “Goddammit!” I yelled as I slammed my fists against the steering wheel. After about ten minutes of trying unsuccessfully, I realized my hoopty had no intentions of starting. I was at a light, in the middle of traffic and horns were blowing all around me. I’d have to get out and push it. I had ninety - six dollars to my name. A young white kid with a pair of Air Jordan’s on his feet and gold fronts in his mouth, helped me push my clunker to the side of the road. I thanked him and slammed the door so hard that my driver’s side window shattered! From my periphial, I saw a card fall from my sun visor onto the seat. (I PETS) the card read. I looked at it again. “He can help you. He’s wise,” I heard Tika’s voice replaying in my head. “I owe you a favor.” I heard the voice of the man Tika had called Ishmeel. Did he have a gun? Reaching into the broken window, I picked up the card off the floor and read its address. Thirty - five minutes later, I was on the city bus headed to (I PETS).
