Level Up

by Nikki Karma

She sighed. “Because she had on a pair of Christians at the Post Office. If she got more in here I know we can sell them for a couple hundred easy. Is that a good enough answer? Now stop asking dumb ass questions and move. Somebody could be coming at any moment.”

  “How come you always talk to me like I’m a kid?” I continued. “It’s been years and you still don’t respect me.”

  She turned to me and her eyes widened. “Not this shit again, Crystal,” she sighed. “I mean you can’t be serious. We on a job right now.”

  “You know what, fuck this shit.” I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. “If you wanna see if the bitch got shoes with labels you look for ‘em yourself.”

  She covered her mouth. “So you seriously watching TV in this girl’s house like you live up in here? Leaving evidence and everything?” She paused. “Why you gotta do this each time we do a job? It’s getting old now for real.”

  I ignored her and scanned through the channels and even wiped a strand of my long hair behind my ear. “All I’m saying is this, I’m not doing shit until you respect me and talk to me like you got some sense.”

  “You know what, I’ll look under the bed and you bag ‘em.” Tasha dropped to her knees and looked under the bed. Before I knew it a black and gold shoe came flying in my direction. I ducked before it slapped me in the head. “Put them in the trash bag and stop fucking around before I break your jaw in here.”

  I got up and tossed the shoes into the trash bag. Please believe me when I say it’s not that I’m scared of my sister; I just don’t feel like being up in here fighting. Plus I got a lot of shit on my mind that I want to tell her about, but I’m not sure how she will handle it.

  I met this girl name Phoenix up at the mall last month when I rolled with Tasha to meet this chick Carmen that she fucked on the side. Carmen had a job there where they sold costume jewelry in the mall for small money. It was stupid but I couldn’t knock her hustle. Anyway, the only thing I was interested in when we got to the mall was her best friend Phoenix, who had an ass soft enough to sleep on and who smelled like peaches.

  One thing led to another and to make a long story short, before I knew it I was breaking this girl’s back out in the backseat of our 1976 red Cadillac Coupe Deville, the only thing our father left me and my sister when he took off.

  Anyway, the thing was I rubbed my pussy on her raw and now I had some strange bumpy shit around my clit that wouldn’t go away. And every time I showered it made me want to find that slut and choke her out because I’m pretty sure she burned me. I got a doctor’s appointment tomorrow to take care of it even though I was afraid to find out what the problem really was.

  Still going through the house, Tasha and me separated. I was in the bathroom when she called me. “Aye, Crystal, look at this shit, she got five hundred dollars in her panty drawer!”

  I ran out the room and into the bedroom, snatching the cash out her hand. “I love when they leave money in the house.” I said taking my half before handing her the rest. “Makes the job worth it.”

  “We good now,” Tasha tucked hers in her pocket. “Grab the bag and let’s go.”

  “Wait, I wonder what else she got in that drawer,” I continued. “Let me check real quick.” When I looked in one of the other drawers I saw a white iPhone. Pulling it out I said, “What about this, can’t we sell this too?”

  “Naw, we not fucking with no phones, Crystal.” She paused. “We not selling them because they got serial numbers on ‘em! If they investigate this and somebody activates the phone whoever we sold it to won’t have no problem snitching to avoid robbery charges. Now bag that jewelry up and let’s go!”

  ****

  CRYSTAL

  After the robbery we sold everything we had to a nigga who wanted to fuck me even though I kept telling him I only did girls. In the end with the $250.00 and the things we sold for money we walked away with about $750 a piece in profit. That’s a good night but we’ve done better.

  Sitting in my car in front of the playground getting high there are so many smoke clouds I can barely see my sister’s face. Feeling good, I decided to tell her about my little problem between my legs. “I wanna rap to you about something serious but I don’t want you judging me either. It’s just that I never dealt with no shit like this before.”

  She looked over at me, shook her head and laughed. “Crystal, you acting like we not sisters. What’s up?”

  I exhaled, passed her the blunt and said, “It’s like this…I—”

  I heard a small buzzing noise that interrupted me. “Hold on, Crystal, my phone goin’ off.” Tasha takes it out of her pocket and looks at the screen. “It’s Nikki, let me see what she wants. Hold that thought though.” She walked out of the car but stayed next to it and took the call, scratching her curly hair.

  I can’t fucking stand that bitch Nikki! Since the moment Tasha met her in 9th grade she been on her and ain’t been nothing but trouble for our relationship. If we go out to eat, Nikki gotta go with us. If we go bowling, she gotta bowl too. If Tasha gotta go to the bathroom she gotta wipe between her legs. I mean this bitch is worrisome and I want her off planet earth. There hasn’t been a day that goes by that I don’t think how better my life would be if Nikki Scott wasn’t in the picture.

  While Tasha talked to her on the phone, I fire dup another blunt. I tried not to listen to her phone call but Nikki just burned me the wrong way and I can’t help it.

  “Naw, I’ll be home when I can, babes,” Tasha said into the phone while smiling. She sat back in the car with the door open, her back to me, her feet on the ground.

  Nikki acts like she lives with us or something. Or she’s her wife. What’s up with that shit?

  “You know I just got off work, Nik.” Tasha paused. “Just kicking it with my sister.” She paused again and looked back at me. “I just said I don’t know what time I’ll be home now stop with all these questions.”

  She reached for the blunt but I didn’t hand it to her. I ain’t sponsoring her dumb ass conversations; with a sack I bought myself. Fuck that shit. When she stole me in my arm real hard, I handed it over to her anyway.

  “Aight, Nikki, I gotta go.” She paused. “You know I do and I’ma get at that pussy when I see you.” She got in and closed the door before ending the call. “Now why you acting like a bitch?” Tasha asked me. “My girl know you don’t like her.”

  “Fuck that—” Suddenly a baseball bat crashes into the driver side window. Causing glass to fly everywhere and when I looked at the person with the silver bat I saw my girlfriend.

  CHAPTER TWO

  TASHA

  There was glass everywhere and I was sitting on the hood of our car. Why Crystal fucked with that dumb hood bitch was beyond me. Thinking that my sister was cheating, she actually crashed our driver’s side window over some whore she supposedly fucked. I was about to choke her out myself since she was a Dom but Crystal begged me to mind my own business.

  Tiffani, who we called Tiff for short, stood in front of my sister with her sweaty dreadlocks hanging down her back. She was wearing a red sports bra, no shirt and baggy blue jeans. She was the type of Dom who believed that whenever she wore a sports bra with no shirt that officially made her a nigga. Well it didn’t.

  “Why the fuck you calling my friend Mercy on the phone, Crystal?” Tiffani said to her as she glared. “What the fuck is up with you playing yourself like a whore?”

  “You sound stupid as shit, right now,” Crystal yelled. “I can’t even lie. I’m sick of all this drama.” Both of them move out of the way of a speeding car, before goin’ back into the middle of the street as if it were a ring.

  “It ain’t stupid, Crystal. You know how embarrassing it is to have your friend call and tell you your girlfriend trying to fuck?” She paused. “Huh? You moving wrong and you don’t even care.”

  Crystal wiped her hands down her face. When she placed her hand on her hip a dude in an Escalade honked because my sister’s
ass was fat in her jeans, which is why the moment we left the post office she slipped out of her uniform and put them on.

  “Fuck outta here, nigga!” Tiff yelled at the truck, which was long gone. “She ain’t into you. So keep it moving.”

  Crystal put her hand on her arm, I guess trying to bring her back to the moment. “Tiff, I can’t believe you out here in the middle of the street trying to fight me about Mercy whore ass. And then you had the nerve to break our car window. Don’t you realize I had to hold my sister off you?”

  I nodded so she’d know it was real. Even at the moment I was willing to fuck her up if Crystal gave the word.

  “You know what, fuck that car! I don’t give a fuck about it or you!”

  “Then what you out here crying about? Just let me go on about my life while you do you.” Crystal threw her hands up in the air.

  Tiffani stood on guard like a man, raised her hand and swung in her direction. She caught Crystal with a firm blow to the mouth, which she followed up with a punch to her chin. Before I could get involved Crystal grabbed one of her arms and tossed her to the ground as she kicked her repeatedly. Her head slammed against the curb and she rubbed the back of her dreads.

  “Aight, aight!” Tiffani yelled.

  I was about to kick her when Crystal stopped me. “I got her,” she said out of breath. “Stay out of it!”

  “I’m gonna kill you now,” Tiffani promises hopping up. “I’m gonna beat your ass so bad like I—”

  “Nigga, you ain’t gonna do nothing,” I said when she got up. “Or I’ma finish what she started.” I looked at both of them. “What’s wrong with you bitches?”

  Crystal ain’t the most faithful chick in the world, she ain’t even nice, but I know she has a soft spot for Tiffani and her Yorkie, which she called Lil Kevin.

  Out of breath, Tiffani stood up and leaned against the side of our car. Pulling my sister closer she slobbed her down in the middle of the street as she grabbed her thick ass cheeks. These bitches kill me. They were just fighting a minute ago.

  “I don’t care if ya’ll back together now or not, Tiff, you gonna pay for our window,” I pointed at her. “I’m not playing with you.”

  “I got you, Tash.” She winked. “I just had to secure my girl that’s all.” She paused. “Plus I just gave Crystal two hundred dollars to get the window fixed. If it cost more just let me know.” She looked at her. “She ain’t tell you?”

  I looked at my sister. “Nah. She ain’t tell me shit.”

  Tiffani shrugged. “And just so you know, I went off because Crystal gonna make me kill one of these bitches out here. At first I thought Mercy was lying when she said Crystal hit her but—”

  “She was lying,” my sister said interrupting her. “I’m not trying to fuck that girl. She not even my type.”

  “Then what you call her about?” Tiffani frowned.

  “Like I said, wasn’t nobody fucking that bitch. I was calling that girl to see if you were at her house I think. I can’t remember. Ain’t nobody thinking ‘bout that fat slut.”

  “Then how come whenever you drunk you be asking me for a three way with her?” Tiffani paused. “Talking about you wanna rub your pussy on her titties and shit. If she fat what’s up with that?”

  “I asked ‘cause I really wanted to see if you loved me enough to do whatever I want.” Crystal said kissing her lips. “I guess I was wrong which is fucked up because I’d do it for you.”

  “You whores are crazy.” I said. “But look, you got some smoke, Tiff?“

  “I thought you stopped getting high,” Tiff said throwing her dreads over the side of her shoulder so that Crystal could stand in front of her and lean her back against her chest while looking at me. “You smoking again?”

  “Nah, not really.” I cleared my throat. “I got something I gotta tell Crystal about later I’ma need it for.” I said.

  “Why you keep saying that?” Crystal asked. “You starting to worry me.”

  “You’ll find out later.”

  “Oh, there go A.L.,” Tiffani said. “I know she holding something.”

  When we looked up the street Tiffani flagged down Asian Lucy, a Chinese chick with a switch so hard it looked like her ass was gonna fall off. She thick to be Asian but I figured she got some work done. If I was single I’d still fuck her though. When A.L. made it to us she hugged my sister and then me. “What up, Tiff?” Asian Lucy asked. “What you need?”

  “It ain’t for me this time,” Tiffani responded rolling her eyes. “Tasha seeking.” There was some animosity in her voice.

  The streets have it on record that one time Tiffani was crushing on Asian Lucy. But when Asian Lucy saw her at a club and they left together, A.L. was about to go down on her, she told the city that Tiffani’s pussy stunk. I asked Crystal if it were true and she said nah. But she be on so much pussy that she might not know what’s good and what ain’t.

  “What you need?” Asian Lucy asked me.

  “Whatever you got tonight?” I reached in my pocket and pulled out some money.

  “Shit…I got a bake sale goin’ on now.” She said dipping into her purse. “I got Ganja, Bart, Gold and—”

  “Just give me whatever’s cheapest,” I said cutting her off. “I don’t smoke that much to be into the heavy shit anyway.”

  Asian Lucy put back the other stuff she pulled out and reached into her pocket to fill my order. She was about to walk away when my sister said, “We got some Christian Lou’s size six in the trunk.” She paused. “You want ‘em?”

  Asian Lucy looked at her high heels. “Too much for me. I keep my shoe game cute but cheap.”

  “Well let me talk to you about something else.” Crystal walked over to her and the two went out of earshot from Tiffani and me.

  When I saw Tiffani getting burnt up I looked over at her. “Be easy. The last thing we need is a bunch of drama.”

  Tiffani glared. “I’m cool.”

  Crystal said a few more things to A.L. and Asian Lucy switched away, fat ass and all. I wondered what that was about. When my phone buzzed again I looked down at it. It was a text from my girlfriend Nikki. Fuck! I forgot she was supposed to be coming over.

  NIKKI’S TEXT MESSAGE

  U need 2 come home. I’ve been waiting at your house. Stop fucking around Tasha. It’s serious!

  ****

  TASHA

  Because Nikki was mad at me for meeting her at my house late, as usual, I was on my knees with my tongue running across her slippery clit. Nikki loved her pussy eaten so much she whines when I don’t do it at least once every other day. She a freak but I love it.

  “Mmmmm…just like that, Tasha.” Nikki moaned. “Make it wetter than ever, baby.” I put extra spit on it the way she liked. “Wetter, bitch! Stop fucking around down there before I fuck you up,” She continued to wind her hips in my face. “Eat that shit.”

  My clit was throbbing so much because of how she’s talking to me that I can barely wait to feel her. She acted like a maniac when I be on this thing, which is part of the reason I love fucking her. Outside of being smart and sexier than any bitch I’d ever come in contact with, Nikki’s gonna tell you what’s on her mind. She knows who she is and she definitely knows how she likes to feel in the bedroom and out.

  My fingers press into her chocolate thighs as I put everything but my head in her pussy. She was tugging at my curly hair and talking shit at the same time each moment my tongue flipped that button. I’m holding my breath as if I’m under water and I’m good at it too because this is our life on a regular.

  “Yeah, umm, just like that, eat that pussy you sexy red dyke.” She paused. “Lick it really, really good. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmm. Yeah…you…you better not stop, you hear me? I’ma fuck your life up if you stop, Tasha…oh yeah…just like that…kill it with the extra swirl, baby. Kill it with the extra, bitch! Just like that.”