by AP Jermaine
“He overdosed! Get me some ice! Please!” Jill shouted as she fell to her knees beside jack, unbuckled his pants then yanked them down around his ankles! Not wanting this nigga to croak up in this apartment, I rushed to the refrigerator, and luckily there was a tray full of ice! Quick as lightening I returned with the ice and handed it to Jill. “Pour it on him!” Jill screamed as she continuously smacked the shit outta Jack trying to keep him from going into that forever sleep. Reluctantly I dumped the ice onto Jack’s genitals. Immediately Jill lifted Jack’s nutts and started rubbing the ice underneath and around them! “Come on baby! Come on back!” Jill smacked him again as the foam at the corner of his mouth thickened. All that was visible were the whites of his eyes! “Wham!” Her smacks became harder when he still failed to regain consciousness! Fishy smelling, watery shit was oozing out from underneath him. “Wake up now!” Jill smacked the shit outta Jack with one hand and rubbed ice around his balls with the other. Wait! A sparkle! A twinkle in his eye showed itself to Jill, and she smacked him upside his head so hard, and so many times, that knots started to form around his right eye! Slowly he started to come back around, as the vomit that spewed outta his mouth, rolled out and down the side of his face in pink slimy chunks. A long deep breath, then a shiver, and suddenly he closed his eyes as if sleeping, his face showing the happiness of a dope fiend in his nod, although he was still laying in vomit and shit. “Thank god. He came out of it.” Jill stood and wiped the sweat from her face with the back of her hand. “Yeah, you were right. I shoulda put a three on it, cause if you put that out there you gone kill somebody! A body or two is okay. But you start overdosing people in masses, them boys’ wit the three letters on the front of their shirt coming out! And I damn sure aint talking about USA! Jack been shooting dope longer than me. I aint never seen him go out! If it took him down through there like that, that shit is a killer! Cut it again. You’ll still be the boss.”
One look at Jill’s man laying in his own shit and vomit, persuaded me to take her word for it. “Put another half on it. Not a whole. My people said put a three but fuck it, two and a half sounds just as good to me.”
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking bout bru! I hope you ready to get rich dog, because this shit you got right here, is that Grim Reaper! Ay yo, did you see that nigga shit on hisself! Damn who gonna get that nigga up?”
“Nobody right now. Jill get back over to the table and do your thing. Fuck that nigga on the floor, he living. Now I’m trying to live. Get my shit right!” My patience was growing thin. We were in an apartment complex, in East Durham, that was known for producing major paper. Fed time for sure! Drugs “and” weapons! The sight of my pistol as it re-emerged, snapped Jill back into action! She finished in record time. Now came the bagging. I had twenty thousand bags. Pulling out raw dope that I’d separated before cutting it, I bagged up five bags. “Black Magic,” the five bags read across the front. We bagged dope all night after that. It was my first-time bagging heroin, so I really didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. But round about daybreak, I started to get in the groove; of the scoop, dump, and seal the bag method. We stopped at 500 bundles. The sun was coming up. It was Saturday so I didn’t have to go to work. “Aight that’s good for now. Bubba hold down the spot for me till I get back, and get that shitty nigga up outta my floor. Jill, you come ride wit me.”
“How long you gone be gone dog?”
“A couple hours maybe. Why? You got somewhere you trying to slide off to?” I answered his question with a question, with obvious suspicion in my tone.
“Nah nigga. Just wondering how long I gotta sit up in her with all this dope.”
“All what dope! Nigga this aint shit, man the fuck up! You screaming you ready to get rich, but you ain’t willing to put in the leg work to get there! I thought you been getting money nigga!”
“Look man, I’m on my shit. But no I aint never been around this much dope at one time. Not to mention the fact, that I’m up here in The Bull City. Unknown territory. Shit nigga, for all I know, my crazy ass baby mama Shica might be setting me up for you to blow my shit out! You got questions for me, I answer. But damn bru it looks like I keep being the one left hanging out on a limb.” His story sounded weak but yet I knew he meant it. I read people easily. A gift and a curse.
“Nigga just stay here till I get back. If you leave, you know I’ll have to hunt you down and kill you. I’ll be at yo mamas house before you get back to Wilmington.”
“Come on bru. You aint gotta talk about my mama. I aint no snake nigga.”
“I’m just joking nigga.” I smiled. But I was dead fucking serious.
“Man, just hurry up back.”
“Yeah. Now get that nigga up outta my floor.”
As soon as Jill and I left the apartment, we headed out on a mission. The only thing I had with me, were the first five bags I’d bagged up. Raw. I pulled one out of my pocket and admired its craftiness. “Black Magic” the bag read. The only black bag with white writing in Durham, I’d investigated and confirmed in the streets. This guaranteed that nobody could try and duplicate my shit. It would take them entirely too long to find this type of bag. Jill’s assignment for the night was simple. Find the fiends, hand out one bag of the raw boy, then get ghost. Our first stop was
in North Durham. Heroin central. Calvin Street to be exact. Which was right around the corner from the infamous Canal Street. I dropped her off, circled the block watching as she interacted with the people of the night, then swung back around and picked her up. We made four more stops that night. McDougald Terrace Housing projects, the West-End, right off of Kent Street. Hoover Road over in East Durham and a small shooting gallery on the Southside. When we finished, we hightailed it back to the apartment, and packed up all the shit. I gave Jack and Jill three bundles a piece, and broke Bubba off two stacks straight outta my pocket. I told Bubba to leave his car, and I put them in a cab to the Red Roof Inn on Guess Rd. “Don’t ask me no questions, I’ll hit you tonight Bubba, just be ready.” As soon as they left I called a cab of my own, and headed to my stash house on Ross Road. I’d rented it from a friend of Tika’s. A man. Young. White. I didn’t ask no questions, and neither did he. This house held a living room suit, a T.V., and a bed in one of the two bedrooms. King size. I smoked a half a blunt while watching House Wives of Atlanta, with the Gucci bag full of tomorrow’s destiny lying on the floor beside me. I fell asleep with the blunt still burning. Luckily it was a Dutch and put itself out. I was tired as fuck.
Chapter 58 “Indecent Proposal”
“You know I been wanting some of this.” she said in between raining kisses on the head of my dick. Staring me straight in the eyes, she snaked the tip of her tongue into the hole. “Ooooh that tastes good! Damn baby, I wish you woulda been showed me this big dick!” She spoke enthusiastically as she massaged my length from base to head.
“Lick them balls.” I commanded.
“Yes baby, I’m sorry.” She apologized as she went for my nutts, as if she should have known better than to not have them already in her mouth. My kinda girl. “Mm…mmm…mmm…mmmm…” The finger that I had in her pussy as she lay across my lap got wetter and wetter, as she expertly, tongue - cleaned my scrotum.
“Oh shit.” I grunted out. “You a nasty bitch aint you?”
“Oooh yes baby. Don’t tell nobody, okay?”
“Your secret’s safe wit me. Now come on and suck this dick.”
“Yes baby, I’m sorry.” She said it again. Damn she’d been trained well by somebody. Probably several somebodies. But who’s judging? The slick and smooth feeling of the inside of her mouth, mixed with powerful pull of her jaws, let me know from the start she was a dick sucking pro. Her wet slurping was loud. I knew if it was anyone in the room next door they could hear her wet mouth pulling on hard dick! “You like that baby?”
“Yeah it’s alright. But I know you can do better. Can’t you?”
“Mmm…Hmmm,” she answered with my wood already back in her mo
uth. I smoked on my Dutch as I slid my middle finger into her asshole. “OOOH baby! Yes, right there!” She squealed.
“You want some?” I asked holding the blunt to her lips as I continued to fingerfuck her ass.
“OOOH shit! Yes, baby!” She pulled deeply on the Sour Diesel. “You want some of that baby?” She asked me while pumping my dick staring me in the eye.
“Some of what?”
“Some of that ass.”
“You really are, a nasty bitch ain’t you?” I smiled.
“The nastiest.” She smiled right back as she jumped up off the bed and walked naked, phat ass jiggling over to the dresser. “Damn.” She seemed upset as I looked over to see what she was damning about.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I lay on her bed naked, sipping on some Patron and smoking on some loud.
“Oh nothing. I found it.” I looked up at her smiling with a small hand sized bottle of KY Jelly she’d pulled from her now overturned dresser drawer. “You never know when you might need a little help baby. Best to be prepared.” She smiled again as she walked seductively back to the bed. “Ooh shit, look at that big dick you got! You gotta go slow baby or you might split me in half.” she grinned half serious.
“Shut up and spread that ass.”
“Yes baby, I’m sorry.” There she was again. Truly, a well - trained slut. She didn’t even bother coming back to the bed. With one hand, she pushed half the shit atop her cosmetic dresser onto the floor, bent across it and looked back at me through the mirror. “I like to watch.” She said wiggling her juicy ass at me. Without further ado, I stepped up. Slid on a rubber, oiled my dick up good with the K Y, and slid slowly into her asshole! “Ohhhhh Shiitttt! Oh God, you too big! Oh Shit!” She screamed like a victim in a horror flick as I pounded into her!
“Finger that pussy. Finger that pussy.” I ordered her as she yelled out every obscenity known to man, while watching me through the mirror. Her right arm slid underneath her as she worked her pussy over.
“Oh fuck! Oh shit, you in my ass! Oh Shit! Oh! Ohh…! Oh shit, I’m bout to cum! Oh God, you too big! Oh God, you got that big dick in my ass!!!”
Bam! Bam! Bam! The loud knock at the bedroom door caused me to pull out instantly and reach for the brand new 9mm Beretta I’d just copped from, I won’t say who a couple days ago. “Why you stop?” She looked over her shoulder breathing heavily. We were both ass naked and dripping with sweat. Bam! Bam! Bam!
“Somebody’s at your door.”
“Shit! Hold on baby, don’t you move that big dick nowhere.” She groaned obviously pissed off, as she limped over to the door. The limp wasn’t there before, so I knew I’d did my job and re-arranged some things inside her asshole. A real grudge fuck, should always leave them limping. If not, then why call it a grudge fuck? “Who is it!” She screamed, heated at the interruption of having her rectum beat out. Casually I picked up my gun and stood behind the door.
“It’s me ma! Goddamn, can you hold that shit down. You embarrassing me!”
“Boy shut the hell up! This my fuckin house and I’m grown! I don’t say shit about all them lil whores you run around wit so stay outta my fuckin business! Did you bring me my cigarettes?” Ms. Tina, aka “Lucy,” Shell’s mama spoke to him through a small crack in the door.
“Yeah I got em.”
“Good. Put em on the table and get the hell out! I got company. Lock my damn door behind you!”
“Yeah whatever. Don’t call me no more today.” I heard Shell descending back down the stairs as he spoke.
When I’d called Lucy, she’d told me that Shell was on the way over to bring her some cigarettes. I told her I had shit to do, so I’d be there in five minutes. I’d timed it just right. I wanted him to come in, while I was slut fucking his mama.
“It’s ok baby. He gone.” Ms. Tina said as she grabbed me by the hand, walked me back over to the mirrored dresser and bent over expectantly. I leaned over to lay down my pistol, but swiftly she grabbed my hand and stopped me. “You don’t have to put it down. I love a young thug. Fuck me with it in your hand.” And so, I did. I beat her ass up and then wrecked her pussy. I even came inside her. Just on G.P. I spent two hours punishing every hole she had. She wouldn’t’ allow it to end, until I let her suck me off and drink my cum. When I left, she was laying on her stomach sleeping like a baby. She begged me to come back later after I finished my business in the streets. She was sprung on the dick already, and to tell you the truth, she really did have some smoking pussy and head. I told her I’d try, and meant it. The grudge fuck was satisfying, now I had plans to make her one of my regular jumpoffs. Just another day in the life of the monster that the streets had created in me. Hell, maybe she’d get pregnant. I wonder how Shell would feel when his mama told him she was pregnant by me? I’d love to be a fly on the wall. Who’s your daddy nigga?
Chapter 59 “Mr. Scarface”
“This is Kathy Sawyer reporting live from Channel 11 WTVD News. In headline news, seven deaths have been attributed to a lethal batch of heroin that has hit the streets of Durham, reportedly called, “Black Magic.” Police have no leads as to the source of the deadly drug, although sources say it may be coming from as far as Mexico. Anyone with information should contact the Durham Police Departments anonymous information hotline….. So, there it was. I sat in the kitchen watching the news and realized, my plan was starting to unfold. Seven bodies. Casualties of war I’m afraid. Anybody who’s ever dealt with heroin knows that if you wanna see dopefiends go crazy looking for a certain named bag of dope, then let somebody die from it. It’s a calling card. A dopefiend doesn’t give a fuck if the next person died from it. In their mind the person either did too much, or didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. Now, every dopefiend from Virginia to South Carolina, was running around Durham looking for one thing. The dope bag called “Black Magic.” The one that was killing people. And it was time to give em what they wanted. I met up with Bubba Jack and Jill at the Red Roof Inn on Guess Road, and gave them instructions for the day. I had fifty bundles with me. It was the dope that I’d had Jill cut of course, but I knew it was still the best shit on the street. I didn’t need nobody else dying. The raw I’d put out there the night before, was just to get everybodies attention. It was 5a.m. Dopefiends have to have their fix as soon as they wake up, to get the sickness off of them. So, I knew we had to hit the streets early. We packed up in my Plymouth Reliant and headed out to make history.
First stop, I gave Jack ten bundles and dropped him off on Ashe Street in East Durham. Bags of dope at the time were selling for $15 dollars. I instructed him that our bags went for $10 dollars. Don’t tell nobody though. I knew he wouldn’t have no problems. Once he sold the first bag, the dope fiends would run him down to get to the infamous “Black Magic.” When he was done, he was to go to a pay phone and call Bubba’s phone. I didn’t give him my number. I dropped Jill off on the West End, right on Rosedale and gave her the same instructions. If you’re wondering why I was using two heroin addicts to sell heroin, it’s because heroin is not like crack. Once a dopefiend gets their fix, they can function normally with no problem. As long as they’re not sick, nobody can sell dope better than a dope fiend. Believe it or not. It’s the Untold Truth. I took the other 30 bundles, drove over to Spruce Street, parked and got out. There, me and Bubba took off walking to the North. It was 6am. I was lucky that morning. As soon as we rounded the corner on Juniper, I saw the same heavy set booster I met at Shell’s trap when I first got home. She was pouring gas into her Station Wagon from a gallon milk jug. She’d run out of gas.
“Need some help?” She jumped as I walked up behind her with a smile. Her eyes and nose were running and I knew she was dope sick.
“Oh lord! You about scared mama to death. These young folks out here these days will rob you for the peanuts outta your shit.”
“Let me help you with that.” I said as I took the milk jug from her and finished pouring the gas into her tank. Bubba stood off to the side l
ooking around like he was scared too.
“Thank you sweety. You’s a sweet angel. Maggie sick this morning. I got twelve dollars and them son of a bitches won’t even let me get a bag. Talking bout everybody gots to have straight money this morning. With that weak ass shit they got! All the money I done spent wit them and this how they treat Maggie.” Big mama spoke about herself in the first person as she sat down on the bumper of her Station Wagon seemingly exhausted. “What yall doing out her so early? Yall bout to go up there and get straight? Please give mama a lil taste so I can get off this sickness.” Big mama begged as she grabbed her stomach and doubled over obviously in pain.
“Nah big mama we don’t want they weak shit. We got that Black Magic.”
“Say what!” Maggie shot up like she was hit with a bolt of lightening. “You say you got “Black Magic?” Don’t fool Maggie now. They said only the Mexicans can get that.”
“Nah Maggie they wrong sweetheart. The Haitians got this and I work for em.” I said pulling out a bundle and removing two bags. “Where that twelve dollars at?” Quicker than you can say “dopefiend,” Maggie produced a five and seven wrinkled dollar bills outta her bra. “Aight big mama these bags going for $10 apiece. I’m gone give you two of em, but I need you to get out her and spread the word that “Black Magic,” is around.”
“Okay baby! Just let mama get off and I’ll do whatever you want me to do!” She said with a smile showing her two front teeth missing. I handed her the two bags, she grabbed em, ran around to the passenger side of her Station Wagon, opened the door and sat down. Bubba and I watched in awe as she prepared her works, then scooped rain water off the side of the street. The most shocking event happened, as we watched her fix the dope, lift her skirt, and then find a vein, to prepare to shoot the dope into the side of her pussy lip!
