Cameron 7: The Finale

by Jade Jones

  Roxie released a deep breath. He always knew how to break down her walls of defense. What to say to weasel his way back in her heart. Magyc had her ass wrapped around his finger and he knew it.

  “Magyc, I love you but I am not gonna compete for you—”

  “You don’t have to. I’m through with the fuck shit. I’m done gambling on our relationship. Losin’ my family ain’t worth the risk. I swear, from here on out, I’mma be the man you and Rain need me to be.”

  “You also need to be the man Marlon needs you to be.”

  Magyc fell silent. After carefully considering what she was asking he said, “I’mma do what I gotta do.”

  Grateful towards his willingness to compromise, Roxie leaned down and kissed him. “You have to promise me that from now on it’s just me…”

  “I promise.”

  Roxie strongly hoped he kept his word this time.

  “Can I ask you a favor?” he said.

  Roxie looked skeptical. “You think you in the position to be asking favors?” His ass was still in the doghouse, and there was nothing clever he could say to get him out of it.

  “Chill, I ain’t ‘bout to ask you nothin’ crazy, girl,” he laughed. “I just wanted to know if you could free up some time tomorrow to look at a couple houses with me.”

  “Houses? Wow. You really ready to take that leap?”

  Magyc slowly stood to his feet and tugged her up as well. “I’m ready to do a whole lot more wit’chu.”

  Roxie smiled and shook her head. She could only imagine what he was hinting at. “How ‘bout you start with the basics.”

  Magyc kissed her supple lips. “Nah, I’mma start by making you cum.”

  Roxie broke out laughing when he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. As usual, she surrendered to the love of her life. She only hoped her decision wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass.

  ***

  Spent a check on a weekend…

  I might do it all again…

  I just hit a three peat…

  Fucked three hoes I met this week…

  I don't do no old hoes…

  My nigga, that's a no-no…

  She just want the coco…

  I just want dinero…

  Travi$ Scott’s “Antidote” poured through the speakers as Juicy did her thing under the spotlight at Persuasion’s. A mass of singles littered the stage and floor. Juicy’s individuality, good looks, and acrobatic pole tricks had quickly earned her a spot as one of the customer’s favorites. Every time she walked in that bitch she shut shit down.

  The other dancers hated whenever she showed up for work. Some of them were even insecure about going up on stage after her. Juicy always left the men in awe, and anyone that followed her engaging performance paled in comparison. None of them would admit it, but Juicy made their asses step their own game up.

  Poppin' pills is all we know…

  In the hills is all we know…

  Don't go through the front door…

  It's lowkey at the night show…

  As Juicy did her thing on stage, she noticed Rico swagger casually into the club. That night he was solo-dolo.

  Hmph. He must’ve left the Kardashian at the crib, she thought to herself.

  Once again, the strippers colonized around him like he was a star or someone special. What is it about this nigga that got the hoes going wild? Rico headed to the bar and his small group of beautiful admirers trailed closely behind. Where ever the money went they submissively followed.

  Juicy’s turn ended and she quickly scurried to the dressing room before he saw her. As far as she was concerned they were still beefing so she had nothing whatsoever to say to his ass.

  In the locker room Dynasty was preparing for her performance. Instead of the shoulder length blunt cut she usually rocked, her hair was styled into a faux hawk. She wore a Gucci slingshot and black leather lace up thigh boots with ten-inch heels. The bitch looked like a gotdamn Avatar with ass shots.

  Is it just me, or does this hoe’s booty get bigger every time I see her?

  Juicy chalked the observation up to her eyes playing tricks on her. Earlier she and Dynasty had split a pill so it could’ve been easily attributed to that. “D, lemme ask you a question,” she said, joining her at the vanity.

  “Wassup, Baby Mama?” That was her affectionate pet name for Juicy.

  “You ever seen that nigga that be coming in sometimes? Light-skinned, kinda thick with a beard.”

  “Green eyes?” Dynasty asked, dabbing on perfume.

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh, you talking ‘bout Rico. Yeah, I see him from time to time. Why? What about him?”

  “What the fuck does he do? Every time the nigga walks in here bitches start flocking to him like he giving away free implants and shit. What gives?”

  Dynasty laughed. “Bitch, I couldn’t even tell you for real. I never really talked to him before. He seems pretty low-key though. Why? You trying to bone?” she teased.

  “Girl, stop. I was just curious, that’s all.”

  “Mmhmm. Is he out there now?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, why don’t you go ask him, hoe? I’m sure he could fill you in a whole lot better than me.” With that said, Dynasty walked out of the dressing room, leaving Juicy more curious than she was before.

  After freshening up, Juicy remerged in a new outfit. When she scanned the crowd for Rico she didn’t see him, and her first thought was that he’d left.

  All of a sudden, she felt someone creep up behind her. “All that shit you was talkin’ earlier now you checkin’ for a nigga.”

  Juicy turned on her heel and faced him. Right now his eyes were the color of leaves in the springtime, but the shade seemed to change often. His arrogant ass was as fine as he wanted to be. “Boy bye. Wasn’t nobody checking for you,” she lied.

  “Whatever you say,” he said, unconvinced. Rico slapped her ass. “Now come dance for this fat nigga.”

  Juicy stifled a laugh as she followed him to an empty table. As soon as he took a seat, he pulled her down on his lap in a straddling position.

  After stuffing a Franklin in her G-string, he pulled her close so he could be heard over the music. “How come ain’t no dude snatched you up yet?”

  Juicy looked at him incredulously. “How you know I’m single?”

  “There’s signs,” he simply said.

  Juicy sighed. She was supposed to be giving him a lap dance, but he seemed more focused on picking her brain. “You want the truth?”

  “Shit, that’s all I’mma accept,” he said. “When you fake you gotta lie all the time. One lie turns into another one just to clean up the first one. The price of keeping it real is way less than the cost of being fake.”

  “…I haven’t found a good man yet,” she told him.

  “Real niggas still exist. Ya’ll just be overlooking ‘em. Too busy glorifying suckas,” he said. “Now tell me why you really single. Enough of the bullshit.” Rico saw right through her game. He prided himself on being considerably intuitive, and had no problem whatsoever reading her. He was an educated thug that could’ve been a psychologist.

  Juicy took a deep breath and released it. “I was dealing with someone not too long ago… But circumstances prevented us from continuing to see each other.”

  “Circumstances? What’chu mean by that?”

  “Bruh, you wouldn’t even tell me what you do for a living. Now you expect me to disclose my personal business?” Juicy laughed. “It don’t work like that, my nigga.”

  “Well you tell me how it works then, pretty lady.”

  “You let me know something, I’ll let you know something. And we can go from there,” she said.

  “Aight then. What’chu wanna know, love?”

  “What do you do?”

  Rico knew the question was coming before it even left her lips. “I spoil women, upgrade ‘em, and show ‘em how to get even more on their own.”

  Juicy l
ooked confused. “What does that mean?”

  “What’chu think it means?”

  “I’m not sure. It sounds like some pimp shit,” she said.

  He chuckled. “Nah, I wouldn’t call it that. Matter fact, I despise that word.”

  “So what exactly is it you do then?” Juicy asked. She was tired of him dancing around her question.

  “I turn females into breadwinners.”

  “So you are a pimp?”

  “Every bitch I touch I boss up. I never looked at it as being no pimp. I like to think of myself as a CEO.”

  Juicy shook her head at him. She just knew his ass was trouble. “That ain’t shit but a modern day pimp.”

  Rico shrugged. “Call it what’chu will.”

  “Look, I’mma just be upfront. I ain’t with all that pimp shit,” she said. “Don’t be trying to turn me out. You’d better get at one of these other hoes to recruit.”

  Rico laughed. “Chill. I ain’t trying to pimp you, baby. I’m just tryin’ to give you long dick and longevity.”

  “Hold up. Hold up. Let’s get one thing clear right now,” Juicy told him. “I don’t fuck the customers.”

  22

  “Ooooh! Shit, Rico! Fuck me!” Juicy cried out.

  He had her head buried in pillows and her ass lifted high while he drilled her with 11 solid inches of pipe.

  “All that shit you was talkin’ in the club now you got this dick up in you.” Rico grabbed her waist tight and pounded into her with such force she thought he hated her. “How it feel?” he asked. “How this dick feel?”

  “Shit, it’s good, baby. Damn, keep hitting it like that. You gon’ make me bust!”

  Rico snatched his dick out and she squirted all over his belly and thighs. Before him, she didn’t even know she could.

  Rico greedily cleaned her pussy with his tongue. Every so often she jerked and quivered when she felt it slide inside. She didn’t stop him when his tongue slid across her asshole either.

  Juicy yelped in delight. Rico was a certified freak.

  Lying on his back, he pulled Juicy on top of him in a straddling position. She moved rather sluggishly due to exhaustion, but a firm slap to the rear got her together real quick.

  “Get’cho mothafuckin’ ass up here, girl. You ain’t tired.”

  In a squatting position, Juicy rode him until his toes curled and face turned beet red. Like two bowling balls, he held each ass cheek to guide her rhythm. Rico wet his thumb and gently massaged her swollen button.

  “Damn, bitch. Ride that mothafucka. Make that dick spit.”

  Juicy climbed off and reversed her position, so he could get a clear view of her backside.

  “Gotdamn, girl…I wish you could see what I see,” he said. “You know just what’chu doin’. I love that shit.”

  In a fast-paced motion Juicy rubbed her clit. “Ooooh, Rico! I’m ‘bout to cum again!”

  He grabbed her waist and started bucking wildly from underneath. “That’s it. Get that nut off, baby,” he coached.

  Changing positions once more, she rode him like a horse jockey facing frontward. Rico grabbed her throat rather roughly and pulled her down to tongue kiss.

  “This my pussy now,” he whispered. “Yo’ ass is mine, Diana. You belong to me.”

  Juicy trembled uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her body was sweaty and gripped by pleasure. She had never cum so hard in her life. Shortly after, she collapsed on top of his burly chest winded. Beads of perspiration formed on her brow and upper lip.

  “I see why they call yo’ ass Juicy.”

  Rico kissed her again.

  “And I see why the hoes be flocking to you,” she laughed. “You fuck all the dancers with the same stamina and passion? Or am I special?”

  “You don’t worry about who I fuck. You just make sure you treat this dick right. And I’mma make sure I treat you right.”

  Juicy laughed and shook her head. “I can’t believe I went from despising you to almost liking you.”

  He chuckled. “Let’s not dwell on the past.”

  She was just about to climb out the bed but Rico pulled her back towards him and held her.

  “Where you think you going?”

  Juicy felt like she was snuggling with a teddy bear. His body was so warm, and cushy, and soft. "You acting like you don’t want me to go,” she giggled.

  He kissed her neck. “I don’t.”

  “You betta stop playing before your girl comes back and catches us in bed.”

  “And she gon’ climb in and get’chu off next.”

  “You something else,” Juicy laughed. “But I ain’t telling you nothing you don’t already know.” She laid her head and on his chest and played with the soft curly strands. There was a tattooed portrait of Malcolm X on one arm and Mansa Musa—the richest black man to ever live—on the other.

  “I ain’t gon’ flex. It is a lot of responsibility that comes with being with a nigga like me. But I gotta feelin’ you can handle it.”

  “How you know I want that responsibility?”

  “Only way to know is to find out.”

  “I might like being independent,” she teased.

  “Look baby, it’s cool to be independent. But it’s even better when you gotta real king who can hold you down.”

  Juicy gave him a skeptical smile. “Oh, so now you wanna be my king?” she asked.

  “All I wanna do is be a provider to a woman that’s worthy.”

  ***

  A month later, Cameron and Jude were on the living room floor coaching their daughter during her first attempts at crawling. He was finally starting to spend less time in the streets and more time with his family. After all, they needed him a lot more than the business did.

  As promised, Jude was currently grooming Magyc to take over the empire. He could no longer risk his freedom or the lives of those he loved. Cam and his children meant too much to him.

  “Come on, JJ. Come on, boo boo. Crawl to mommy.”

  “No, come to daddy,” Jude said, playfully being competitive.

  Justin was opposite of them trying to get her to crawl to him. Journee gurgled and giggled as she looked at her family like they were crazy. When she was first born she looked like Cam’s twin, but now she was starting to resemble her father more and more by the day.

  Jude’s great, great, great grandfather was Aboriginal and it showed in Journee’s warm, golden brown undertones. She had a headful of dark blonde hair that made Cam question if she really was Jag’s, but a second paternity test quickly confirmed she wasn’t. She was 99.6% Jude’s.

  “Come here, Journee,” Cameron sang, stretching her arms out. The Golden Retriever they had just gotten scampered over and licked her face. He was still in the process of being trained, and mistakenly thought Cam was summoning him. “Move, Buddy!” she laughed.

  Journee must’ve found entertainment in Cam being attacked because she started crawling over towards them.

  “She’s up and at ‘em! Look at her go!”

  “Hold on, lemme get my phone so I can video record!” she said, leaping to her feet. She quickly dashed upstairs and Buddy eagerly followed suit.

  Cameron anxiously ran inside the bedroom and grabbed her phone off the nightstand—

  Buddy yelped in pain after she accidentally dropped it on his head. Terrified for his life, he scuttled out of the bedroom and ran downstairs. Cameron froze when she saw a man standing outside their home through her bedroom window. Instinctively, she turned her head away in utter denial. She almost didn’t want to believe what she was seeing.

  It’s not him, she told herself. He’s dead. You’re just seeing shit. It’s all in your head.

  When Cameron looked back out the window there was no one there. She released a shaky sigh of relief. Once again, the past was coming back to haunt her—but she refused to give in.

  Cameron went inside the walk-in closet and fetched one of her shoeboxes on the top shelf. Tucked between a pair of Loub
outins was a bottle of prescription pills she kept hidden from Jude. She didn’t want him to know how bad the kidnapping had fucked her up mentally. It was something she wanted to keep to herself, because she felt like it would only be a burden to everyone else. She’d already driven her friends and family crazy with illusions of seeing Jag.

  Cameron was just about to pop a tablet when Jude walked in.

  “Hey, what’s takin’ you so long?” he asked.

  Cameron quickly hid the bottle behind her back in embarrassment. She didn’t even hear him come up the stairs. He must’ve thought something was wrong after Buddy returned to him sniveling and whimpering for attention.

  “Nothing. I was on my way back downstairs,” she said. Cam couldn’t hide the nervousness in her eyes no matter how hard she tried.

  Jude slowly walked over to her and reached behind her back. Cameron felt like a child being caught with drugs by their parent.

  “What’s this, Cam?”

  “I—it’s nothing. Just a little something to keep me even.”

  “Even?” he repeated. There was a doubtful look etched in his expression.

  “It’s not that big of a deal, Jude.”

  Cameron tried to reach for the pills but he moved them out of her reach. “If it ain’t such a big deal why didn’t you tell me about ‘em? Since when do you keep shit from me?”

  “I didn’t wanna tell you that I was still seeing him.”

  Jude looked confused. “Who? Jag…?”

  Cameron grimaced.

  “Cam, don’t tell me you still on that shit—”

  “I’m not!” she argued. “I—it’s…I thought I saw something outside just a minute ago but it was nothing.”

  Jude walked over to the bedroom window and peered out. All of a sudden, his eyes shot open. “WHAT THE FUCK!”

  Cameron quickly sprinted to the window to see what was wrong. “What? What is it?!” she asked alarmed.

  What Cameron saw made her mouth drop in shock. A horde of police cars had just swarmed their premises. She’d heard the sirens wailing in the distance, but never thought they’d be coming to her residence.