by Hood Rich
I got up and sat on the chair by the door, nodding. “Yeah, I feel you, and I need you to know that I’d never judge you. I always liked you, Aaliyah, ever since we were in school. To be honest I was kind of wondering how it was that you’d went from being a good girl to selling pussy for this Ken nigga. I hope I ain’t overstepping my bounds in saying that.”
She looked at me for a few seconds with a blank stare on her face and then laughed. “Yeah, you are, but it’s good. I mean, after seeing what I just did, ain’t no reason for me to keep a secret from you.” Her chest rose and then she blew out the air, shaking her head with her eyes closed. “I been through so much, Rich.” She raised her head and looked me in the eyes. “I ain’t ever had the opportunity to be a good girl. From as far back as I could remember, my mother has always used me as a tool to get the drugs that she needed to fulfill her habit. My father died when I was only four years old from an overdose of heroin. But even when he was alive, all he did was beat me and my mother and make our lives a living hell. In fact, he’s the one that turned her out on to the dope. My life has sucked ever since then.”
I nodded. “My pops turned my mother out too, and as crazy as it sounds, my mother overdosed off of that drug, so I guess you can say that we got a few things in common. Not to interrupt you or nothin’.”
She shook her head. “N’all, it’s good. I guess I needed to hear something like that to give me strength to tell you my own story. Did your mother pass away like my father did?”
I nodded. “She passed away on March 21st, of 2018.”
She swallowed. “I’m sorry to hear that.” She exhaled. “Well, ever since my mother put that needle in her veins she’s been dead too. I don’t think I’ve gone more than two days in a row without her beating me or scamming me out of something. Back when you saw me in school, I had so much going on inside of me that every single day I contemplated suicide. The reason I worked so hard in school was because I felt it was my only way of escaping the ghetto and her, but then she wound up falling so far into debt because of her heroin usage that she wound up selling me to Ken six months after I turned eighteen. Do you know that I have four scholarships to attend universities down south, Clark being one of them, which was my first choice, and I can’t even go, even though I’m being offered a full ride on an athletic scholarship to run track, because I am a slave to Ken?” She shook her head. “My life sucks, Rich.”
I stood up with the intentions to walk over so I could console her, but she held up a hand, stopping me in my tracks. That made me sit back down. “Just tell me what happened tonight, and we can move forward from there.” My phone vibrated. I picked it up and looked at the face. It was a text from Andrea saying that she needed me home now. That her body was calling for mine. I smiled and started to imagine some of the things that we were about to get into before I snapped back into reality.
“Probably one of your lil’ chicks wondering where you are, huh?” she asked with her head down again.
I nodded. “Yeah, but it’s okay. I’m here with you right now, and I wanna make sure you’re okay before I go anywhere. You matter to me, regardless to what you may think. I’mma help you get out of this situation.”
She pursued her lips and started to pace again. “Meeka waited until Ken let us out of his truck before she got to pushing me and telling me that if I didn’t listen that she was going to kick my ass. She had already told me time and time again that she didn’t like me because she felt that I thought I was too good to sell pussy, even though I never said I was.” She stopped in her tracks, seemingly as if she was lost in time before she came back to. “Anyway, so there were these two older white men that pulled up on us while we were walking down Lisbon, and I guess they wanted to pick us up so we could screw each other in front of them before they fucked us, but it’s like I was trying to tell her before, I’m on my cycle, so I’m not screwing nobody because doing it while I’m on, that is just nasty to me. Well this girl takes it upon herself to tell the men that I was on my cycle and asked them if that would be a problem. Well, I guess that was appealing to them because the next thing I knew, Meeka walked away from the car and over to me saying that they were willing to give us five hundred dollars apiece if they could fuck me bare back without a rubber, and I snapped on her ass right in front of them, so much so that it caused them to drive away.” She exhaled loudly.
“That pissed her off because the next thing I knew, she had a handful of my hair, pulling me into the alley like I was her child or something. I waited until we were half way inside of the alley before I pulled the small steak knife out of its sheath and threatened to stab her with it. She must’ve thought that I was playing because she rushed me in an attacking fashion and I stabbed her three times until she fell to her knees. That’s when you saw me running out of the alley, and the rest is history.” She sat on the edge of the bed with her head down before looking over to me. “I ain’t ever screwed nobody without a rubber. I’m terrified of diseases and I get myself checked once a month. When Meeka tried to force me to play Russian Roulette with my life, something in me just snapped and I couldn’t take it anymore.” She licked her lips and looked off into space. “So, how are you going to help me?”
I swallowed and got up just to walk over and kneel by her side. “I’ll help you in any way that you need me to. All you gotta tell me is what you really need from me and I got you. That’s my word.”
She shrugged. “I know Ken gon’ be looking for me. I need to find a way to get rid of him because if he catches me he’s going to kill me. I know that for a fact. Since I been working for him, I’ve witnessed him kill two of the girls by choking them to death. He doesn’t play and has already sent ten text messages asking where I am. It’s a guaranteed ass whoopin’ if he texts you twice with no response, so I’m terrified.”
I didn’t like this Ken nigga. He seemed like a bully of women to me, and I hated every man that felt like he had to fuck over a female just to feel as if he was more than what he was. I knew I could handle dude for her. “Check this out, Aaliyah. I want you to chill here and just relax for about a week until things calm down out there. In the meantime, I’ll make sure you’re good, and anything you need all you’ll have to do is hit me up and I’m gon’ bring it to you.”
“But what about Ken? Rich, I’m telling you that dude ain’t gon’ rest until he finds me, and when he does, he’s going to kill me. I can’t run from him for forever. So, what do I do?” she asked, getting up and walking away from me. She picked up her purse and pulled out the steak knife that was encased in a leather sheath. Before she pulled it out of the sheath, I could see that it was drenched in dried up, burgundy blood. She pulled out the blade and looked down at it. “I’m not gon’ let him do me like he did those other girls, Rich. I’m not going to be his victim. I’ve been everybody’s victim for way too long. I can’t take it anymore. You have to help me.” She turned the knife over in her hand, looking at it as if she were in a trance.
I got to my feet, walked into the bathroom, took one of the white towels and came back out of it. “Aaliyah, I gotta get rid of that knife for you. If the police find that with Meeka’s DNA on it, they gon’ lock you away for a long time. Then, there will be more things that you’ll have to worry about that are worse than Ken.” I reached out with the towel. “Give it to me.”
She looked down at it for a long time then placed it inside of the sheath and laid it on the towel before sitting on the bed. “I can’t believe that I messed my life up like this. All in one night. I don’t know what to do.” She shook her head and lowered it with her shoulders slouched.
“Like I said, you just chill here for a week or so. I’ll keep checking in on you, and within that length of time we’ll figure out what we’re going to do with dude. But I don’t want you worrying about nothing. I know it’s real hard to trust anyone other than yourself, but this one time you’re going to have to go out on a limb. I got you.” I stood up and pulled her into my arms, wrapping them
around her and holding her tightly. I stroked her hair to try and make her feel comfortable. I didn’t understand why I cared about her situation so much, but there was just something in me that was drawn to Aaliyah, and I knew that I had to help her, no matter what it would wind up costing me in the long run.
***
We exchanged numbers after I got back from a restaurant called John Red Hots. I thought it’d be cool to snatch her up a Gyro dinner with chili-cheese fries and a Sprite soda. I had to put something on her stomach. I was worried that she was going to fall into a worrying type of depression that caused for a person to go without food for a lengthy time. I knew that couldn’t be healthy, so I tried to nip that in the bud right away. It took a lil’ coaxing before she took her first bite, but after it was in her mouth, she was good to go.
I took the murder weapon and broke it down into three pieces after soaking it in bleach and rubbing alcohol at the motel, before wiping it clean and throwing it piece by piece into the Wisconsin River that night. I didn’t want to see her lose her life over protecting herself. I felt like she still had so much life to live and that all she needed was for somebody to love and care about her. I didn’t see any problem with that person being me.
***
Andrea woke me up at six the next morning by jumping on the bed and straddling me. She leaned down and sucked all over my neck before trailing her kisses all the way down my body, until she was at my boxers. There, she reached inside of them and pulled out my pipe, stroking it up and down before sucking it into her mouth, spearing her head back and forth on my meat, causing my toes to curl. I spread my legs and looked down on her with my eyes lowered, threatening to roll into the back of my head.
She sucked harder and harder, stopped and popped it out of her mouth, allowing for it to rest up against her cheek. “Rich, wake up. Wake up, baby, because I found a concoction that’s about to make us rich. You gotta see this shit,” she said, before sucking me back into her mouth and really going to town on me.
I groaned and humped into her. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My abs tightened. I reached down and grabbed a hand full of her hair, gripping her curls, forcing her to take more and more of me. The more I forced her to inhale, the harder she sucked, moaning around my dick and licking all over the head. Then, she stopped once again and slid up my body, reached under herself and lined me up before sliding down my pole, taking me deeply into her hot womb that felt a hundred degrees hotter than her mouth.
She placed her hands on my chest and started to twerk on my dick, fucking me like a prized cowgirl. Her hips popped forward and then jerked backward, riding me fast and hard while the headboard slammed into the wall loudly.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, umm-a, ooo-ah! Yes, Rich, um, yes, yes, daddy. It. Feel. So. Good. It feel. So good-a!” She moaned loudly, bouncing up and down on me like crazy.
I held her hips and directed my pipe to keep hitting her G spot. Her titties bounced up and down inside of her tight tank top, threatening to come out of it. I reached up and grabbed ahold of them. Pulling the nipples through the fabric, I made them stand up a cool inch while she rode me, looking into my hazel eyes. Her womb was sucking at me like a wet, hot vacuum cleaner.
I sat up and flipped her over onto her stomach, causing her to scream out loud. “Ahh! Fuck, Rich! What are you finna do to me?” she asked, coming to all fours and laying her face on the bed, looking back at me in want, need and desire. “I need you, Rich. I need you to fuck me hard for figuring things out for us. We finna be paid, daddy. Watch.” She spread her ass cheeks apart and licked her lips.
I still didn’t know what she was talking about, and even though I wanted to know, I felt like it could wait. I was looking at the crinkle of her plump ass and I wanted to hit that muhfucka. The way she was holding it open, it let me know that she wanted me to hit it too. So, I leaned forward and licked up and down and in between her ass cheeks. My tongue slid in and out of her anus to taste what I was about to be hitting. My dick was throbbing against my belly.
“Unnn-a, Rich! Yes. Eat that ass, baby. Eat it, then fuck me with that big ass dick. Please, daddy. Uhhh! Shit, Rich. Now! Please, now.” She moaned, spreading her cheeks wider.
I was already stroking my dick with the strawberry KY jelly, getting it ready before I placed the head on her hole and eased my way inside of her backdoor. Grabbing her hips, I was going to town like a savage. Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam! was the sound my stomach made as it slammed into her soft ass cheeks.
“Rich, Rich, wait, daddy. Wait, ooh, ooh, ooh, yes, yes, fuck me, daddy. Fuck me. Uhhh-a, you killing me. Uhh! It. Feel. So. Uhhh-a!” She screamed.
I noticed that she was under her belly pinching her clitoris and rubbing it in a circle while I pounded into that ass, loving the feel of the tightness. I knew I couldn’t hold back that much longer, so I sped up the pace and went animal status on her until I felt myself cumming deep within her body while she slammed back into me and moaned at the top of her lungs.
***
Two hours later, after our shower, I sat at the dining room table in my boxers and wife beater while Andrea stood before me with a mask over her face, pouring about seven grams of dope onto a small plate and sifting through it with a razor blade.
“I knew I could figure out the right ingredients to make this shit a success, and now that I have, this dope will be able to keep them fiends high for at least four hours at a time and be twice as addicting,” she said, pulling her mask down, and allowing for it to hang around her neck. She smiled and nodded while biting into her bottom lip.
I looked down at the cocaine. It looked as if it were shining almost like a diamond. I pulled the plate closer to me and took the razor blade out of her hand, sifting through it. “So, you mean to tell me that this coke is mixed with meth, and with the way you blended the two, they’re going to work cohesively and fuck our feigns for the greater good of our pockets?” I scrunched my face and continued to look the product over.
She laughed and smiled, taking the plate away from me. “All I did was cut the seven grams of cocaine with a gram of meth and cleaned it up a lil’ bit with this B12 and Sudafed tablets. That concoction is what you’re looking at, and it’s going to make us rich. Mark my words on that. I’mma spend the day cooking up a half of kilo while the girls are at school. I want you to take the fourteen grams that I already got ready for you to the trap and have one of your customers try this shit out. Let me know what’s good and we’ll go from there.” She licked her juicy lips. “I ain’t new to this shit, Rich. I been around nothin’ but hustlers my whole life. I know how to get us to where we need to go. All you gotta do is keep on handling your end of things and I’ll get us right. Okay, baby?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
She came around, leaned down and kissed me on the lips, sucking allover them before walking away with her Fendi skirt hugging her ass like a second skin. I couldn’t do nothing but shake my head as I felt myself getting aroused all over again.
Forty-five minutes later, I snatched up the half ounce of mixture that Andrea had put together, stuffed it deep into my underwear, grabbed my pistol amongst other things, jumped in my whip and headed to Paper’s trap. As I opened the door to Andrea’s house and stepped outside, I saw that the block was flooded with police officers and cars. They had one of the corners blocked off because so many of their cars were in the middle of the street. They looked as if they were having some kind of a meeting. This was the next day after Meeka had been killed, so I figured that they were out to investigate her murder since it happened one alley over.
I came down the stairs and hurried to my whip, looking down the street one time and saw that there was yellow tape around the front of Aaliyah’s mother’s house. There were also police in her yard as well. I wanted to do my own investigation, but I already knew that it would have been idiotic, so I jumped into my whip and pulled off of the block, driving as carefully as I could because I couldn’t stand for one of
those pigs to mess with me.
I got to Paper’s crib safe and sound, just as the sun came from behind the clouds with a vengeance. He opened the door with a big blunt in his mouth and a stressed look written across his face.
I stepped in past him and waited for him to close the door. “What’s good, bruh?”
Shirley came from the back of the house with just a t-shirt on and a cigarette in her hand, nearly gone. She came over to me and I gave her a quick hug before stepping back. She had this thing where every time I hugged her, she took it upon herself to grope my ass, and I wasn’t feeling that shit, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. So, I let her hug me but always tried to keep it short and sweet, so she couldn’t get so comfortable that it would cause her to do none of that dumb shit.
“Hey, nephew, I was hoping you showed up. Did Paper tell you that I’m throwing a smoker’s party here for my birthday?” she asked, taking the cigarette and dumping the ashes into an ashtray.
I shook my head. “N’all, I just got here, but I’m sure the homey gon’ let me know what’s good when he get the chance.”
Shirley shook her head. “Well, we just getting our taxes, and even though I didn’t work that much last year, I did for about six months, so I should get back a nice chunk of change. I got twenty of my closest friends and we wanna take my birthday and make a weekend of it, but Paper say he gotta get your approval.”
Paper frowned. “Damn, Shirley, let me holler at my nigga. I got this shit. I don’t need your help,” he said, trying to push her out of the living room.
She swatted at his hands. “Let me go, boy. You ain’t gotta push me. I can walk on my own.” She turned around to look over his shoulder at me. “It’s gon’ be some nice money in it for y’all, Rich. Especially if y’all pushing that cheesy dope.”
